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[luci-is-a-devil-]

Hi all, I know I’m not active here much, but if you have any spare funds, my aunt has a go fund me:

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[roboco-san]

gender neutral? no. gender agnostic. not sure I believe in gender and if it’s real I’m not sure I’m happy about it

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Some things I’d like to address, due to getting some new followers!

First, I’m going to introduce myself! I’m Luci, I’m eighteen, I’ve been into kpop since 2014. I’m a casual stan, barely even that.

When I first started this blog, I was into animal crossing and YouTube and eventually it became my main kpop blog. I kept in touch with some friends here until the friendships died off, once that happened I had no reason to be here anymore!

Second, my reason for this post, is because I’m interested in getting back into kpop, not that I really ever left, but still. I really adore the visuals of music videos and fashion and watching the content they produce, just keeping up has always been difficult!

So! What I’m looking for is essentially some people who might be interested in becoming friends, kpop related or not. In times like these, I think everyone can use somebody to talk to! If you’re interested, send me a message or an ask!

I’ve changed a little since I was active, so maybe we can do an ask game or smth! Really like a sleepover, one of the ones they had on tv, sleepovers on tv were better then real life ones 🤠

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au jaemin i am once again late for his birthday but, happy birthday prince na! find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark

there’s a bright pink post-it note on your mailbox on the first day of summer. it says there’s a letter inside

you don’t understand who put it there and why

and of course there’s a letter inside, it’s your mailbox - what else should there be?

you open the letter as you’re sitting criss-cross on the edge of the lake, right in the patch of grass that’s tall enough to hide your figure when you lay down

it’s short and it isn’t signed by anyone

it just asks you to meet ‘him’ at the movie theater in town next week for the eight pm showing of some b-rate comedy film

you pop one of the strawberries you brought with you in your mouth as you try and figure out who ‘he’ is

he must know you somehow, if he doesn’t - that’s just creepy

you look at the handwriting 

it’s neat, so you roll over on your stomach and make a little list to yourself

renjun? no, he’s spending this summer in paris

haechan? no, he’d never write a letter and not put his name on it

jeno? no, he’d never write a letter in the first place

jaemin? your hand hovers over the next strawberry and you rest your cheek against your palm

na jaemin? why would na jaemin ask you out to a movie date?

you only know each other through mutual friends

you’ve hung out with him once or twice

each time, barely sharing two or more words due to his popularity with just about everyone else in the room

and the fact that you weren’t much of a talker

and he wasn’t much of a listener

you shake your head, no - it’s definitely not na jaemin either.

when the day of the movie comes around, you pace around your room wondering if you should go or not

a part of your mind, logical and sound says of course not. this isn’t the 1940s who is writing letters to ask people on dates that is normal

why can’t they just send you a facebook message or a text

but the other part of your mind, curious says you have to - at least to see who this secret admirer is

you decide, at 7:45pm to throw caution to the wind - it is summer, and the movie theater will be crowded, if you need to make your escape you’ll be able to

there’s nothing to lose

you get there five minutes late and look around for anyone familiar, anyone at all 

when you feel someone tap your shoulder

you turn and blink

“jaemin?”

“you got my letter!”

the movie isn’t good, you aren’t paying attention during most of it, just eating the popcorn jaemin bought and pretending you’re not sneaking peeks at him every five minutes mulling over the same thought

why did he ask me to go to the movies? does he want to be my friend? is this a date?

he turns, when the credits roll, and ask if you have to be home by a certain time

you shake your head, so he asks if you’ll come with him to the lake

you walk through the grassy patch where you’d read that letter he sent - there are some teenagers out and about, a family bbq somewhere nearby 

so you two stroll till you’re at the edge of the quietest part of the lake and jaemin pulls something from his back pocket that he hands to you

it’s another letter

you start to open it and he makes a sound

in the dark summer night you don’t see his face go red

“don’t read it now-”

“why not? i want to.”

you state bluntly, pulling the folded paper from the envelope and fishing your phone out to use the flashlight

as you start to mouth the words outloud

jaemin shakes his head, turns and runs straight toward the lake

“jaemin!?”

you chase after him, stopping short of the water as he wades in till he’s hip deep

“jaemin?!?”

“it’s embarrassing, i said don’t read it now!”

“fine, fine i won’t - come out of the water!”

you and him walk down the road, his jeans sopping wet and a big smile on his face as you roll your eyes

“that was a dumb thing to do.”

“you were going to read my own letter out loud to me, what did you think i would do?”

you stop a street down from your house and suddenly, even with his wet jeans and that dumb grin on his face

you can’t help but be honest with yourself about jaemin - he’s handsome and he’s sweet 

and this wasn’t weird at all

which makes it weird………..if that makes sense

“can i read it now?”

you ask and wave the letter with one hand, he says ok - in three seconds

when you want to ask what happens in three seconds, he’s already running down the block and away from you counting, 3, 2, 1 -

you sit on your bed, open the letter and read it outloud

i like you, i hope you’ll spend this summer with me. if you don’t believe that i like you, i can prove it. remember right after the fifth football game of the season, in haechan’s dorm, when he was tipsy and we had to hide when the ra came to check on us? you hide with me, under the bed. it was maybe two minutes. just us, alone, listening to haechan lie, trying not to laugh. you smelled like honey and strawberries. i wanted to kiss you under that bed, but i was scared you’d slap me and the ra would catch us. i mean actually that might not prove anything to you. but i like you. if you have nothing else to do, do you want to spend this summer with me?

you set the letter down and get up to grab your phone

you want to text jeno for jaemin’s number but you stop yourself

instead, the next morning you show up on your bike in front of his house

he’s in the yard doing some kind of chore and when he sees you he almost trips over the hose in his hand as he runs over 

he’s going to say something, but you drop a letter in his hands and ride off before he can make a sound

when jaemin opens it

all it reads is

yes, i want to spend this summer with you. 

and you do spend everyday of it together. sitting at the lake, trying to fish or listening to music or just watching the clouds go by

jaemin can talk for hours and usually chatty people rub you the wrong way, but his voice can almost lull you to sleep

and when it does, he pulls you into his chest and runs his fingers through your hair even though when you wake up he pretends he’s just counting passing butterflies

you visit him at his part-time job at the main street florist, where he does a lot of bouquet wrapping and flower decorating

he brings some of the unused flowers over to your room and teaches you how to weave them together or press them between the pages of your books

you see more shitty movies, you ride your bikes together, you ignore the jealous glares at the mall from other people who wish they were dating jaemin

and jaemin distracts you with silly jokes and general goofiness that you wouldn’t expect from someone so handsome

the first time he tries to kiss you, in your backyard while your parents are away

you mumble for him to stop because you’ve never done it before and he smiles and says ok

if you want him to stop, he’ll stop. he’ll wait forever if he has to.

you shake your head and explain no, it’s not that you want him to wait forever it’s that you don’t want him to be disappointed when you kiss back and sparks don’t fly or whatever it is that happens in love stories

he laughs, he says

don’t worry, the sparks fly for me when you’re just standing next to me. im sure kissing you will feel like the whole parade.

the line is corny and you push him a little, only to curl your hands around the fabric of his shirt and pull him in

his lips are soft and he mumbles again, that you smell and taste like strawberries

as the summer dwindles down you start to panic a little, because his letter had said 

do you want to spend your summer with me

but now that it’s ending you are scared to ask if this will continue - or if jaemin will act like it never happened

on the last day of august, you are walking hand in hand with him from the mall and you stop and look up and jaemin waits

“are you going to leave me when fall comes?”

his smile falls a bit and his features grow serious

“no, are you going to leave me?”

“your letter just said you wanted me to spend this summer with you-”

“i meant this summer, the next, and the next, and the next - every summer. from now until forever.”

you try to hide your smile and you try again to tell him to stop being so romantic

but this time, you are the one who brought it up

you lean up and press your lips to his and jaemin whispers

“i mean it - forever.”

now, so many summers after that one - you come home and there’s a pink post it note on your mailbox

just like there is every first day of summer for the last decade

you open it and there’s a letter inside

meet me at the movies at 8pm?

you tuck the letter into your bag and trot up the stairs to your apartment, the doors open and you push through

jaemin is sitting at the tv and waves without looking when he hears the sound of the lock

you sit down beside him, his arm coming around you

“so what movie are we gonna see this year?”

“oh you know the usual, some bad comedy - but hey.”

he turns to you with the same gleaming smile he’s had since he was a young boy

“the popcorns on me.”

[warmau]

☆ ko-fi request: sci-fi inspired!au intergalactic thief! johnny suh x very confused astronaut! you

when you wake up on what marks the one hundredth day you’ve spent in space mapping out the asteroids that surround the small new planet scientists sent you out to investigate 

you don’t expect to hear a knock on your spaceship

for one, you don’t expect it because you are literally in space. 

how can something - or someone - just knock on your spaceship

but also, you’re groggy and tired 

and so somehow your better judgement goes out the window and you peek to see what is making that sound

your suspicion is some kind of space rubble

but all you see is ………… a person?!?!

you rub your eyes to make sure you aren’t dreaming

this is a solitary mission, no other space shuttles or stations are anywhere in this vicinity 

at least not to you - or nasa’s knowledge

and also

this person………..isn’t wearing an astronauts suit………..they’re just……….floating

you hear the knock again and then watch as the figure floats over from the side panel of your ship to the window where you are standing and smiles

it’s definitely a man

a handsome man

but how in the world is he alive without any oxygen

he points to your side panel, then makes some kind of weird signals with his hands, and you shake your head

you touch the patch on your pajamas, the nasa patch with your name and station number and he seems to snap his fingers

from the belt around his waist he unsnaps a small foldable black device which projects a hologram up and in front of him 

the blue text starts

ah you’re from earth? 

my name is johnny. my ship was destroyed. i was wondering if i could get some supplies from you?

you blink and shake your head

no, if there’s one thing space school didn’t teach you but the movies did, it’s that you don’t let unidentifiable…..persons?…..on your ship when you’re alone in the middle of the galaxy

he seems to heave a sign and the text pops up again

im not interesting in any of your human research. i just need something to eat.

also, if you haven’t guess i have human features so 

some oxygen would be nice too

you swallow - if what he’s projecting is true it’d be against your human ethics to not let him inside

he doesn’t look like he needs oxygen now, but maybe he’s wearing some kind of depletable device?

you sweat it out for a second, but you can’t have someones life on your hands - that would make this already lonely expression - much much worse

so you put up your hand - as if to tell him to wait

you look at your controls and open the small hatch on the side panel that can catch pieces of asteroids or other matter for you to collect and then deliver it to you without you having to actually step out of the space ship

johnny gets the idea and somehow squeezes himself in

and in a moment he’s being spit out onto the floor of your spaceship

and you are frozen in shock because, despite what he might have said about needing oxygen

you don’t see a tank or anything like that 

which means he has to be 

“im not an alien. well im not a full alien.”

he gets up on his feet and dusts himself off

you blink and cant help but get embarrassed, but as a scientist you have to know

“then how can you survive out there with no suit?”

johnny taps the side of his neck, you step back when you see two gill like pores open 

“that’s the half alien part in me, i guess you people on earth know that some fish need oxygen right but can still swim under water? that’s what im like. except - with space.”

you blink 

“can i have a sample of your dna?”

johnny puts a hand over his heat

“what a rude thing to ask! we just met!”

“i just think it’d be a fair exchange,…..i did let you on my government funded space ship.”

“government funded?”

you shake your head, and tell him it’s not important, but then you realize that on that belt of his are other thing attached 

a rucksack of some kind, which looks like it’s full of something round

a pocket knife clipped to his other side and a set of dangling keys

“are those the keys to your ship, how did it get destroyed?”

he looks around and then meets your gaze again

“ah, you could say i have some enemies on saturn.”

you light up

“there is life on saturn?”

he nods, “there’s life everywhere little earthling.”

you scurry past him, digging your observation notebook from the pile of sheets 

you open it and jot down his name, and then ask him - “so how are you part human, is the alien side of you from saturn?”

johnny scoffs - he plucks the notebook from your hand and shakes his head - “im not going to tell you, not at least until you at least give me a snack-”

“hey, im letting you breath my ‘earth oxygen’ so tell me again, about the creatures on saturn-”

johnny start to touch things, switches and paperwork and whatnot, you ask him not to but he just says something about that snack you promised

you get up close

half to stop him from bothering your things and half to take a look at those pores on his neck

and the rest of him too

he has a beautiful, slightly tanned complexion and his eyes are long and highlighted by dark eyelashes

he looks almost cat-like, curls at the ends of his mouth

and when your eyes travel down, just as an observation, you can see a scar that jags down his chest

“how did you get that?”

“all these rude questions! my mom never said they were this rude on earth!”

you clap your hands - “so your mother was the human?! how interesting, and how did she-”

suddenly your ship gets another knock

you narrow your eyes and look at johnny, “is that one of your friends?”

he puts a hand on the rucksack and shakes his head

“no, i don’t think those are my friends.”

“wh-”

a shadow overcasts through the front window and you turn to see the bottom of a large - rocket? no, it’s something larger - something twice the size of the ship you’re in

again, you were not aware of any other stations or scientists in this area

“ah, they always know where i am.”

“sorry - who?”

johnny shakes his head, mutters something about the INTERGALACTIC POLICE FORCE, and you have to pinch yourself 

because he’s joking right

another knock hits your ship, which has been sitting idly for one hundred days, and almost knocks you off your feet

you bump into johnny

and he in turn catches you, but slips backward too

the rucksack on his belt opens and out spills glowing, purple orbs

your eyes widen

“wh-what are those?”

“they’re the jewels from a palace off mars. can you get them, if they break my ass is going to get nailed by my buy-”

“im sorry - the palace? mars? your buyer?”

he huffs, pushing his hand out to grab one of the orbs as they roll toward him

“ill explain later, by the way - can this ship fly?”

“FLY?”

johnny points to the looming shadow - “they’re going to destroy it and both of us if it doesn’t.”

you don’t know how to explain that this is a ship built to be a home, as in sit in one spot and the only flying it does is to get you back to earth

but another knock shakes you and you end up jumping against johnny’s arm

he holds you and gives you a kind of look like - seriously, im not joking.

you rack your brain, and then ask

“so are you a criminal, why are they after you?”

he sighs

“earthling, we can talk about it all later  maybe even flirt a little but one more knock and this little ship is going to go-”

you put a hand up and start working the switchboard, putting in the only other coordinates you know

for earth

you tell johnny to follow you to a special section of the ship and he does so

“where are we going, uranus’s moon? the outskirts of the milkyway?”

you look at him with narrowed eyes

“we’re going to earth.”

he looks down at the orbs in his hand and then at you

“fine, ive always wanted to visit. but are you going to do weird experiments on me with your nasa frien-”

before he can finish, there’s a loud sound and johnny explains that those are the, fire blasters the intergalactic police carries

you groan

what is happening 

but you hear your ship come to life, the red alarm blaring and a crackling voice asking you if you want to initiate emergency return to earth

“yes!”

you look to your side and johnny grins with a thumbs

“and i have a passenger.”

before your ship can get knocked again, it manages to dodge and the coordinates for home are set

you push johnny into a seat and take your place opposite him

“i cant believe im taking an alien home. an alien THIEF no less.”

he holds the rucksack close and shrugs

“at least im handsome though, right?”

[warmau]

ok do i post this wild ass tbz post or not …………. 

[warmau]

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ this post is explicit, this is like a 7/10. late night skype dates w/ sangyeon, jacob, younghoon, and hyunjae

Keep reading

[warmau]

brain empty just jaehyun famous streamer au who isnt even good at playing the game but is so hot that he has the most subscribers on twitch in the game category he plays in …………………. *movie star - cix plays*

[warmau]

he gets up in the middle of queue to get his takeout and he’s wearing sweats and the chat combusts everyone is just *screaming pepe emoji* ….. he thirst traps on his instagram and says his subscribers are the only people in his life and he’s not into irl dating because haha #gamerculture ……… he gets scouted to be the face of an energy drink even tho he isnt even a pro gamer. ……. he leans into the camera to show off his jawline after someone donates $500 for him to do so

[warmau]

he “forgets” he started the stream and walks around his room with just a towel around his hips until he turns around and realizes ah - there are over 200k people in the stream now and some assholes are trying to report him for inappropriate content ……… someone links him a fancam they made of his video game reactions on twitter ……….. he leans back in his chair when his team loses and groans and the sound clip goes viral 

[warmau]

jaehyun: thanks for the $1k dono jaehyunismyanimehusband…….lets see you want me to be a catboy for a minute? sure i can do that, nyan chat - wont you take care of me? nyan~ jaehyun is a good kitty? nyan~ 

chat: 

[warmau]

๑  hi debois forgive my sins ๑

sangyeon is supposed to be tuning the guitar in his hands, actually he’s supposed to be doing a lot of things, but the only thing he’s managed to focus all his attention in the past ten minutes is you. you, sitting idly in jacob’s lap, laughing about something - sangyeon is too far to hear what jacob’s whispering into your neck about - and looking pretty despite the fact that it is about to hit a hundred degrees at this outdoor concert and everyone else looks like they’re dying in their own sweat. sangyeon isn’t trying to be obvious, but when you’re around its like he loses his ability to critically comprehend that he’s staring - borderline drooling territory - as other people have pointed out. not that the other people around him are feigning much better.

kevin, who had managed to lug the keyboard out of one of the trucks, is pretending (badly) to be assembling the stand when actually he is trying hard to figure out what is going on over there with you and jacob. since when did you get so close to their manager? you were pretty neutral from what he could gather - that or maybe he was digging around for special treatment. you know, pulling the whole “hey, want me to teach you how to play some of the keys?” business last night before one of those on tour ragers at the hotel. you had giggled and said sure! but you had also giggled and said sure when bassist hyunjae had asked you to come and dance with him. kevin feels uneasy. jacob is his closest friend, but you were probably the hottest person he’d ever seen. those two things were criss-crossing in his brain now that you were in jacob’s lap. had you been in anyone elses lap? why can’t he remember?

hyunjae does remember - he knows for sure you weren’t in anyone’s lap. he’s so confident in that knowledge because last night, after dancing with him for a couple of songs you’d said you were a little tired - but the hotel room was packed and there was only one seat left on the couch of other slightly tipsy musicians, hyunjae had thrown himself down and motioned with ease that there was a seat available now - you know like - right here on his legs. and you’d laughed it off, he’d seen you stammer a little, but he didn’t know if you were being shy shy or just embarrassed. he hates to admit that he grumbles to himself that you’re not too ‘shy shy’ to be sitting in jacob’s lap now……..he hates to admit even more that it is bothering him.

jacob, on the other hand, who has been positioned on the side of innocent and sweet his entire life is not bothered by all the attention he and you are getting. but oh he’s well aware of it. especially now that you lean in to laugh against his chest and his hand settles politely on your knee. it could go higher, you’ve basically given the green light on that, but jacob knows you’re in public and it might drive the members of the band literally insane if he were to pull a stunt like that now. you feel your phone vibrate and you pull it out to see that you’ve got to deal with some techie stuff before the set. you lean in and jacob puts his hand up, so you can kiss him without the stares of everyone on earth and whisper you’ll see him later. when you get up - he can almost hear a wave of surprise earthquake around you. yeah, you are wearing the bands shirt. well its his shirt. jacob isn’t going to spare details. you hurry along, waving at hyunjae, kevin, and sangyeon as you pass by. they all wave back - eyes averting. jacob thinks he might actually laugh, but he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t.

[warmau]

ateez x sci-fi!au

other sci-fi aus here | general tw: weapons, robots, the usual with these aus! 

hongjoong

intergalactic perfumer 

all his perfume is made from the crystals found in floating asteroids in space mixed with exotic plants from neighboring planets 

he’s pretty famous among the elite, and gets commissioned pretty often for custom scents

but he does kind of risk his life everytime he goes out of his way to find ingredients

one time he was asked to collect the petals of a deadly (as in like carnivorous and gigantic) flower 

to mix in with pretty sapphire-like gems that were given to him by the royalty of a small, but wealthy moon 

and he had accepted because the payout was an insane amount of money - but on his journey to find the flower 

he had run into more trouble than,,,,,,,,,,,than just the flower trying to eat him

he’d run into you, a farmer known for growing these flowers - and apparently being the only person to escape their sharp teeth that live on the inside of the bud

and when hongjoong had turned up cheekily asking to purchase one of the flowers from you 

you’d basically been like ………..get out before i dangle you over one of my babies and it chomps that pretty blue head of yours-

hongjoong had begged, he had tried to bribe, but you weren’t about to let anyone touch your flowers

so 

he’d resorted to the next best thing……………sneaking into your farm overnight

which, looking back on it, was a bad idea 

because it was dark and these flowers aren’t sweet little daisies

so, one wrong step, and - well - hongjoong’s scream wakes you up in the middle of the night

you come rushing out, pitchfork in hand, to see hongjoong wrapped in vines and being slowly pulled toward the flower patch and you’re like 

“you.”

and he’s like ok ok ok ok ok seriously please ok anything please save me

and you’re like tapping your foot and looking at him and he’s giving you the puppy dog eyes he tried earlier

and you’re like hhhhhhh i dont want to be charged for m*rder or whatever so fine

and you run your pitchfork through the vine and it snaps off and hongjoong comes tumbling down toward you and just as you’re about to tell him off about trespassing he jumps up and hugs you and is like full on sobbing with thanks and you have to PEEL him off you 

but gosh why is this crying tiny man actually a bit,,,,adorable whatever

you don’t let him get the petals, but you do leave him with some other flower samples

and you get a box by space mail a couple of months later with custom perfume he made for you and a card that has his voice recording a million thanks and you’re like

……………………………..cute…………………….coughs 

seonghwa

a human prince………..who gets captured by aliens

at first he thinks it’s because the aliens want his family to pay or do something for them

but it’s actually because the aliens want to clone him…………..for his face……….

which makes sense it is a very good face but seonghwa, although slightly flattered

does not want to be put in some alien machine and copied like some papers at the local staples

you’re a mercenary (reluctantly) hired by his parents to go to the planet and save him 

the sum for the prince’s rescue is a big number so you get all your best gear and rent the best space bike you can, arriving on the planet in disguise 

you tap your headphones for live translation of the alien language and get to work

it takes a while, but through contacts and general experience from years of work in this field, you manage to figure out where seonghwa is being held

the underwater cell is classic for this planet, as many of the inhabitants are aquatic beings, and when you reach it - the lock is just comically easily to pick

like COMICALLY, as in two snaps of your wrist and the door pops open just enough that a barrier of high pressure moves the water open so you can step through and see the prince

he’s not shackled or anything, which is good because less locks to pick, and the cell looks more comfortable than anything

much better than the ones you’ve been in

and when you snap your fingers, and take off your disguise - prince seonghwa doesnt budge from his corner

“ugh, are you that homesick you can’t even move?”

he looks up and there are bags under his eyes, sad but not moving

“who are you?”

“your mom and dad sent me, can you get up or do you need me to come over and throw you over my shoulder?”

“a-are you from my planet? you know im a prince you cant speak-”

“guess ill be throwing you over my shoulder then.”

he barely has a chance to react as you lean over and pick him up and over your shoulder, seonghwa freezes, unsure of what to do or if he should even trust you

but just as you tun, you roll your eyes because ah - the stupid guards have noticed your intrusion

they both come at you from different sides, but you just glide past there attacks, moving seonghwa easily from your shoulders and into your arms

you kick up your foot and it goes right into the stomach of one of the guards, throwing him back into the other

they hit the wall and you put your leg down and sigh

“ugh why are you heavy for a prince?”

“WHA-”

seonghwa startles, but realizes he’s gripping around you for dear life

the embarrassment makes him go red down to his neck, which you just smirk at before escaping easily out of the cell

when you return the prince safely to his parents, they have a servant bring out your money which you count while humming happily

until you hear the prince go

“i want to hire them as my personal bodyguard.”

you narrow your eyes and are about to explain that you don’t do kiddy work like that

when seonghwa says the price he’s willing to pay and you’re like OH NOW HOLD ON-

his parents are like groaning like nooooooo not a mercenary nooooooooooo this is a bad idea noooooooooo

but seongwa is beaming at ,,,,,,,,,,,,, and you’re like fine ill do it but why are you look at me like that stop looking at me like that hey stop it there are hearts coming out of your eyes hey-

servant jongho holding the money: *looks into the camera* 

yunho & mingi

rival space pirates 

they cannot stand each other - theyve hated each other ever since they had a big fight over who conquered the lost lagoons of jupiter

theyre total opposites too, yunho is a pirate with the taste for finer treasures like artwork, heirlooms, and antiques 

meanwhile mingi likes to hunt exotic aquatic mutations and cash out on gold and loot

their crews are opposites too, reflecting their leaders - yunho’s crew is polished and probably a little too polite to be considered pirates even though they do lie and steal

meanwhile mingi’s crew are wild, misfits with not much boating experience but a thrill for adventure 

they’re rivals so they’ll usually show up to black market auctions and show off their greatest finds

they also frequently try to get loot from the same locations and their crews end up fighting it out

they’re both highly profiled criminals though and wanted by every naval commander as far as the eye can see 

especially you - who has a habit of catching only the biggest fish if you know what i mean

if you catch yunho - you end up snagging him in the underwater mansions of a recently bankrupt highclass alien lawyer

you get a tipoff from one of the lawyers associates that yunho’s been paid to rob the place clean 

so when you show up, you’re actually surprised the tip was true

yunho realizes who you are immediately and challenges you to a duel - much like pirates do 

but what he doesnt realize is you’re pretty skilled and once you’ve got him in cuffs, yunho cant help but praise your ability with a sword

you tell him to lay off the compliments - it’s not going to get him leniency with the courts

but hejust says he’s not interested in leniency, he would be interested in you being the one to lead him to this cell

he dangles his cuffed hands in front of your face and you raise an eyebrow, you look up and his handsome face is beaming down at you

you grab his wrists and tug him forward, he says something about liking someone who can lead

you tell him to shut it - but everyone around you hears your voice get a little airy

when you get to the cell yunho asks with a wink if you’ll be coming in with him, you shut the gate and tell him to enjoy

he sings that once he gets out of here, he’ll be sure to thank you kindly for the accommodations

“what’re you going to do, try to kill me?”

“oh no, im going to take you out to dinner - commander~~”

if you catch mingi - you manage to bait him out with a fake spotting of an elusive giant squid that’s worth over ten million dollars in the seafood market

he shows up, ready to catch the monster with his crew - but instead, it he who gets captured 

you grin down at him and tell him he should really be a little smarter if he wants to be a good pirate

he just sticks his tongue out at you and you flick his nose

“don’t be cute with me, mingi.”

he grumbles that the last person on earth he’d be cute with is you

you pretend its a shame and turn your back to start talking with one of your own crew

you take your commander’s hat off and shrug the uncomfortable uniform blazer you wear, mingi looks to the side and then back at you

just to realize the blouse you’re wearing is showing off your shoulders and through the silken fabric he can see your skin and some small markings you have from your home planet

he tries to busy himself with picking the electric cuffs you’ve put on him

but you hear him and shoo away your crew just to turn your attention back to him

you squat down and shake your head, tiling his chin

“no no- if you keep trying to get them off they’ll zap you and your pretty hands will be all ruined.”

“stop acting like you care”

you pat his cheek and mingi makes the mistake of looking down - your blouse is way too loose so he looks back up into your eyes

but its too late you can see the blush blooming on his face like a rose

you giggle

“you know, for a pirate - you’re look more like a schoolboy with a crush.”

“sh-shut up- i request to be thrown in a cell now or something….”

you laugh and pinch his cheek this time

“nope, you’ve got to stay here where i can keep an eye on you.”

he swallows at the sound of your voice and tells himself to please get his head on straight otherwise he really will be stuck here,,,,,,,,with you,,,,,,,,,,for while

his brain: but is that really that bad though?

san

contortionist who is just a tad bit……inhumanely flexible

peoples hands just cannot bend that many times you know?

becomes a part of the traveling eight moons circus because what else is he supposed to do with this talent 

which he also doesn’t understand,,,,,,,sometimes he like bends his wrist and it goes back 180 degrees and then snaps back into place

and he’s like wh-

the rest of the circus people staring at him: wh-

he kind of hates it, the fact that he’s so……….different from everyone else

and even the other performers sometimes call him a freak

so when one day, he comes into work and someone is waiting for him in his makeup chair 

he thinks it has to be something bad

but instead, it’s a calm looking man who explains to san that he wants to help him find out more about his amazing talent

and san feels his heart flutter because…….people have called his talent many things but not amazing

and san takes his business card and it says something about being a scientist and san gets pretty happy about it

because maybe there’s some stunning secret behind his ability, when suddenly you tumble through the door

and you’re actually studying under one of the sword swallowers in the circus so you’re not even a performer, but you and san are on good terms because you dont ever say mean things about him

so he wants to tell you about this cool offer he just got 

when he sees that your eyes are wide

“san, we have to run away. now.”

he doesn’t understand, what do you mean - why would he run away?

you look behind your shoulder and get close to san, you whisper that you know that man. he’s famous among circus people. he’s a scientist, but he’s not a good person. chances are he wants to experiment on san…….and not to help him find the cause of his flexibility

san doesn’t believe you at first, how could he - what do you know

but then you explain to san that you do know, you’re sure, because he tried to experiment on you when you were younger and san doesn’t get it until you sigh and show him that you might not be as flexible as him - but you also have a talent

you take a hold of one of the prop daggers and just as soon as you balance it over your mouth, it disappears and san’s eyes widen

“did you-”

“yeah, i can basically eat anything and it wont hurt me.”

he blinks and then drops the business card

“you’re like me, you’re a -”

“freak? yeah, i know. only my parents know and they thought the same thing. that’s why i -”

“joined the circus.”

you both stare at each other and then from somewhere outside you hear that mans voice

san grabs your hand, pushing through the rows of costumes until you guys reach the other end of the tent

you squeeze his palm as he hesitates for a second and san looks back into your eyes

“im here. im going to be by your side from now on.”

san nods, and just as you two ran away to join the circus alone - now you’re running from it together 

wooyoung

clumsy thief and illegal arms dealer 

steals most of the weird shit he finds on other peoples spaceships or schemes them out of inventions that he sells the blueprints for on the black market

(always looking for a blueprint from the ‘toymaker jongho’ but he can NEVER get his hands on one :/)

he’s clumsy in the sense that he often gets caught right after, well he doesn’t get caught, but he always gets chased by the police force on whatever planet he’s on

his ship is old, a hand-me-down from the leader of a group that adopted him when he was young and abandoned on the streets of one of the poorest planets in the galaxy

he has the groups crest tattooed on the side of his neck, but he can hide it as the ink is only visible under certain temperature 

he doesn’t talk about it often, because the group was his only family, and the only place he ever felt welcome

but now he’s alone - and he has to toughen it up, even though he does find himself in every sticky situation possible

(literally, he once got shot with a slime gun on some planet and couldn’t get the green shit out of his hair for DAYS)

he vaguely remembers another member of the group, someone who he thinks was his first love, but who he constantly tries to forget about

because he knows he’ll never see them again

until one day, as he’s running through a toxic scrapyard from a very angry alien who bought a defective radar-gun off of him

wooyoung looks back when he hears the sound of a BAM - just to see you standing over the owner

frying pan you found among the scrap in hand

“i got him!”

you turn and give wooyoung a thumbs up and he blinks

“sorry, but who are you?”

you hop over and lean super close to wooyoung, your eyes reflect him and wooyoung tries to rack his brain to see if you’re a friend or foe

when suddenly he feels something warm against his neck

he panics, and you soothingly tell him to calm down, its just a heatpack

“a heat- that means-”

his tattoo slowly begins to glow on his skin and you smile a little to yourself

“it is you……..wooyoung.”

he looks at you again and you drop the pack in his hands, he brings it up to your neck and the same tattoo flickers to life on your skin

he stares for a moment longer

and then the pack drops from his hands

the memories flood back through him, the memories he’d tried so hard to forget but couldnt because they were the one gentle thing in his life

you - standing on the ship beside him - the other group members around you

and wooyoung leaning in, to press the first kiss he’d ever gotten on your giggling lips

the shock and power of the memory almost send him tumbling back into a pile of metal and you have to catch him

wooyoung says your name, one syllable at a time and you laugh

“yep, that’s me - don’t tell me you forgot about me already you big dummy?”

something in wooyoung’s heart feels like its growing

“never”

you dust him off and are about to say something, when you both hear the alien you knocked out waking up

“ok, end of dramatic reunion - let’s run!”

wooyoung nods, hand reaching out to grab yours, almost like you two had never let go of each other in the first place 

yeosang

dream prophet

he can see peoples dreams when they sleep and remember them even after they wake up

from the dream he can tell their fortune regarding questions about money, love, and health

he has to be in the same space as the sleeping person for his ability to work, so people usually visit him in his home and fall asleep in his bed - where yeosang hovers a hand over them and sees their dreams play out like a movie

during this time, his eyes glaze over golden and have a weird shine to them - like there’s light coming from deep within 

only a couple of people have been able to see him in this state, as usually the only people in the room are him and the person whose asleep 

you have been feeling kind of down about your future so your friends send you see yeosang

when you walk in, you’re hit by the calming scent of sea breeze and yeosang who gets up from his chair to greet you

he looks like a living mermaid or something, so you ask if he’s from another planet - and he just laughs and says you’re too kind

when his hand touches yours though, he feels a sensation that he doesn’t usually get from other clients

when you finally fall asleep - yeosang enters his prophet phase and hovers his hand over you

he can feel your body heat and hear the rate of your heart slow, it takes a while but soon enough he sees your first dream of the night

when the clock strikes six in the morning, you wake up - you feel groggy and stretch your hands up over your head

only to jump in shock because,,,,,,,,,,,why is prophet yeosang laying down beside you

is 

is that supposed to happen?

you gently shake his shoulder awake and he opens his eyes, for a second you still see that gold shine till they turn back to their ordinary color

“w-where you able to see anything?”

you ask, curious and worried, yeosang takes a moment to fully sit up and then shakes his head

“im sorry, you didnt have any dreams. i couldnt see anything.”

your shoulders sag a little, but you don’t understand - you definitely remember dreaming

you even remember that yeosang was in your dream, which you think is just because he’s the last person you saw before you fell asleep

yeosang bites back his lip - he can see you’re not totally convinced

but he can’t tell you the truth

which is that he did see your dreams and in them, for the first time, he saw mirror images of his own dreams

which could only mean one thing

you and him were soulmates - your destiny’s intertwined 

that sensation he’d gotten when he’d first touched you was the seal of your souls

but,,,,,,,,,,,he’s not sure dropping the news on you like that right now is a good idea

so instead he asks if you want breakfast - food can solve all your problems. for now. 

jongho

toymaker

if the toys he’s making weren’t actually commissioned weaponry by the top government bodies in his country

ok let me be more clear: he’s building super soldier robots ……….

no one is supposed to know about it, jongho is just supposed to run his family toyshop during the day and then during the night go downstairs into his actual workshop

where he’s building the body of this super robot

every now and then someone from the cia will come and visit him for updates, and jongho will pass along files with his blueprints

of course, he’s supposed to be a government secret, but bounty hunters and thief’s try to find him every now and then to steal his work

thankfully an agent usually stops an attack………but when needed, jongho can crack some heads with his bare hands (or one of his many other weapons he’s designed)

you are one of jongho’s frequent customers

for actual toys, not weapons

you have no clue about that

but you end up accidentally stumbling upon his “workshop” and in a panic jongho explains everything to you

you sort of dont believe him, but then you see the parts he’s collecting and his work so far

and really - well - who knows these things with the government make your head spin

jongho says you cant tell anyone and you promise that you wont, but someone from the cia finds out that you were at his home

so you’re brought in with jongho for questioning and before you can think to say anything

sweating in your seat because oh my god jongho was for real oh my god hes really helping the government build robots oh my go-

jongho is like “there’s nothing you need from them. they’re my significant other that’s why they were at the shop so late.”

the agents (and you) fluster 

because oh, well that’s definitely an explanation

jongho throws a look your way and you cant believe it but you are about to LIE to the cia about being jongho’s s/o

but you do it…….good golly you do it…..and you and jongho are let go

and you’re just walking down the block and you’re like holy hell what just happened

and jongho grabs your hand and whispers that they’re still watching 

and he’s sorry to do this but you might have to play this role for a while

you mumble back that he shouldn’t apologize, its not like you hate the role you just hate the fact that now your involved in government secrets

and jongho (missing the point) is like 

oh,,,haha,,,,you don’t mind it huh - fake dating me - huh

and youre like no not at all I MIND THE GOVERNMENT KILLER ROBOT IN YOUR BASEMENT HONEY 

[warmau]

★ spy!au sicheng | tw: weapons + violence ment. 

yukhei keeps bouncing his leg under the poker table and sicheng thinks it really is going to drive him nuts

they’ve been wandering around the hotel for hours 

and the target hasn’t even shown their face, let alone made any sort of indication that they’d be coming down to enjoy the casino on this late summer evening

sicheng grits his teeth - was xiaojun’s intel wrong? 

the gun pressed against the side of his hip, cloaked by the long linen blazer he’s wearing, still manages to feel cold against his hot skin

he’s been spying on your company for years - this is the first time any news of your true identity has come to the surface in the underground world

if he can just get you alone, get you to admit that you are who he thinks you are

then he can get you to admit how your company is just a sham - just a shell to hide the business you’re actually in 

“i mean what if they just aren’t even here?”

sicheng’s eyes cut sharply into yukhei’s expression

he doesn’t have to even say it, but he does

“they are. xiaojun has never been wrong before.”

“ok, so what if they are here - but they’re not the evil mastermind criminal you think they- oh look at that i won!”

yukhei leans out to scoop the chips on the table toward him. the dealer giggles when he winks at her.

sicheng is getting impatient, yukhei could be right - but sicheng has never blown his cover and he has never apprehended an innocent civilian

he gets up, causing yukhei and the other players to startle

“restroom.”

he says and disappears, yukhei apologizing on behalf of his eccentric work buddy.

sicheng splashes some water on his face and grips the side of the sink, he fishes an ear piece out of his pocket and slips it in, double-tapping it twice to connect him to his home base

ten’s laughter sparks through in a matter of seconds

“ah! hows the mission going?”

“put xiaojun on.”

ten sighs and mutters that he doesn’t like sicheng’s tone, he is his senior afterall

xiaojun’s voice comes in next

“sich-”

“sorry, but i dont recall asking you to give me bullshit information. sitting around and enjoying the beautiful sights of macau is fun and all that but im here to capture a criminal, not entertain yukhei’s blossoming gambling addiction.”

sicheng is pretty sure he can hear xiaojun cringe - but he keeps his voice low

“have their been any updates on their socials?”

xiaojun tinkers over on his side, and then confirms that you should be at the hotel. all of the gps signals from your phone are coming from the tower just down the block. 

“well they’re not here - are you telling me they flew over here for a vacation just to stay holed up in their ro-”

“sicheng, they just posted a photo on instagram. the targets sitting at your poker table.”

as quickly as he leaves, sicheng reemerges at the table. 

he’s happy to see that yukhei still looks perfectly composed, jolly and entertaining 

but as soon as sicheng sits back down, he feels a tap on his knee

it’s them

yukhei’s tap means, sicheng taps back

good. let’s proceed with the plan.

sicheng is only a bit surprised, internally of course, that you look so much like your photos

either you’re flaunting your identity or you’ve made the biggest oversight of your life

buying an international phone, with an international sms chip, should be pretty hard to trace. but macau is part of sicheng’s turf. as soon as you bought it - your information popped up on xiaojun’s servers

and now

here you were 

the dealer serves the cards, sicheng gets a flop of a hand

across the table, it looks like his target is giddy with their cards. 

yukhei picks up on it as well and leans over to whisper something into the targets ear

the target bursts into laughter again. good, yukhei will sweet talk his way in and sicheng will clean up with an invitation to join them for dinner later

“sir?”

the dealer’s voice pulls sicheng out of his mind and back to reality 

he pushes a small stack of chips into the middle 

“ah - looks like my buddy isn’t gonna win this one, huh?”

yukhei says to the target and they both giggle at sicheng. 

sicheng gives a shy, rehearsed smile 

he knows his handsome and quiet persona paired with yukhei’s equally as handsome and loud persona is a sure catch in these things

if you don’t like yukhei, you’ll like him. 

if you don’t like him, you’ll like yukhei.

the game goes on and everything goes to plan - sicheng is itching to get you alone - but his job is all about waiting

finally, the game ends - some rich old man on the other side of the table ends up with a boatload of everyone’s money

yukhei gets up and sicheng follows, buttoning his blazer

“would you like to join us for drinks, we’re going to head over to the bar”

yukhei asks first and sicheng bows his head slightly - polite, playing the gentlemen 

he hears the target confirm and sicheng starts counting down the seconds in his head

there’s an alley between the casino and the poolhouse, it’s used for the staff - but sicheng knows the hotel’s owner, kun and has arranged that it be off limits for tonight

he will get all the information he needs there

just as he’s about to follow after yukhei, whose hand is already lightly on the targets waist

the dealer places something down on the table and out of the corner of his eye - sicheng freezes

it’s the ace of spades, but there is something written on it

he shouldn’t be bothered by it, but his curiosity nips him to look

‘and here i thought you’d actually catch me, dong sicheng.’

something in sicheng’s blood goes cold

he looks up and the dealer is gone

quickly, he sees a flash of the distinct red uniform that they wear weave away from him in the crowd

without notice, he takes off after it - and yukhei turns in confusion, calling out his name

the phone in sicheng’s back pocket is buzzing, he fumbles to get the ear piece back on and he hears xiaojun’s voice - staticy and unstable

“sicheng! we were looking at the wrong person - the actual- the- “

“xiaojun, i cant hear you!”

“the phone was planted! the - the phone-”

“xiaojun, get to it!”

“the dealer!”

sicheng rips the ear piece out, he dodges waiters with platters of drinks and drunk casino patrons as he follows your figure through them

at some point he think he loses sight of you, skirting to a stop near the doors to the kitchen when he hears someone shout from inside

he pushes through - and there you are, standing over a pile of desserts and a flabbergasted looking chef

you look over your shoulder and grin at sicheng, dashing off without another hesitation

sicheng follows, he hurries to grab the gun in his waistband, but stops as he realizes there are way too many eyes on him

he’s a spy, not a cop, if these people see a gun they’ll freak out

instead he jumps over the mess you’ve made - still chasing you

he’s surprised you’re faster than him, and it’s only when he turns the corner and into that little alley he’d set up earlier

that he catches you

but it’s too late - you’re standing there with our own gun drawn

behind you, where there should be another opening and sicheng was hoping he could call yukhei for back up - is a giant dumpster 

not even yukhei could scale it and sicheng puts his hands up as you motion with your free hand for him to back up

“did you know i was onto you?”

“of course.”

“how?”

“you shouldnt be so sure of yourself sicheng, you know.”

he swallows and in the dim light, he sees a slither of your face

he hadn’t paid any attention to you at the table - which he can’t forgive himself for - he usually indulges every detail

but now he can see that you’re suspicious

for one, you don’t even have a name tag on 

and you’re far too beautiful to be working tables at this casino - but that observation he files away for himself

“what are you talking about?”

“you think your friends won’t sell you out?”

the faces of yukhei, xiaojun, and ten flash through his mind. there’s also yangyang - a spy in training stationed on a mission abroad, and hendery - who knows about sicheng’s job only by an accidental meeting a couple of years back.

“none of my friends would sell me out.”

“oh im not talking about that sweet boy yukhei……..”

“then wh-”

kun? the owner of the hotel? 

sicheng’s eyes narrow - “what did you do to him?”

you pull back the gun, but not enough that sicheng feels safe enough to approach you

instead you start the slow walk closer, the more you inch forward the more of your face becomes clear to him

sicheng really doesn’t get it now, how could he have been so blind - you put a hand out to touch his cheek 

and as if you can read his mind, you answer his doubts

“it’s because you were way too focused on a stranger when you should have been looking at me.”

you give a tilt of your head and pout

“you’ve spent all this time chasing me, i thought you would finally sweep me off my feet this time.”

sicheng twitches, he hadn’t realized at the table, but you have a sweet smell wafting from you

he wonders if his brain is just malfunctioning due to all the mistakes he’s made or if you somehow managed to put it on in the time span of the chase

either way, it’s engulfing him - he thinks he won’t forget your face or this scent for a long time

he feels your other hand trace down the side of his blazer and pull his weapon masterfully from beneath

with both guns in your hands, he has to walk on eggshells now

“well, it looks like you’ll have to keep chasing.”

you step back and unbutton the vest of the uniform - sicheng’s eyes look away and he hears you slip the guns into what he assumes are holsters within the pockets

you suddenly lean forward, taking him by the chin and turning his attention back on you

“promise you won’t give up?”

you’re mocking him and it makes sicheng’s skin crawl

but at the same time, something in him is twisting around and reacting to the way your eyes, as cold and as cruel as they look, are reflecting under the shine of the moon

what a stupid romantic thought, sicheng tries to tell himself, but he can’t help it

“never”

he means to spit it back, to challenge you like you’re challenging him

but somehow it doesn’t sound that way and when you stand on the tips of your toes to kiss right beside his lip

you whisper

“good, i hope you really do get me next time.”

before disappearing and leaving sicheng alone - confused and pissed

when he finds yukhei again, his friend just blinks at him and asks

“what’s the stain on the side of your mouth it looks like -”

sicheng rubs it off with his sleeve 

“nothing. let’s get back to the base. im not letting this one get away.”

[warmau]

★ hi this is for debois !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ★

sangyeon doesn’t think you notice the hitch in his voice when you lean over him to grab your glass of water off the table to his left. your entire upper body practically brushed against his as he’s trying to explain to juyeon the plot of the movie you’re all watching. you lean back with no change in expression and juyeon sort of shrugs in defeat as sangyeon asks again if he’s got it? giving up as well, sangyeon tries to relax a little against the sofa but suddenly everything is stiff. his eyes almost glaze over with how hard he’s trying to focus on the screen when you are once again leaning so close to him to put the glass back. you seem to hover a bit in your position as you inch the glass off the corner and sangyeon’s eyes travel down the curve of your neck and the part of your shirt that’s slightly slipping off your shoulder. this time he knows you’ve noticed the awkward air between the little space that exists for you two now. you smile as you pull back and then to poor sangyeon’s shock, you put a hand in his thigh as you pull back. sangyeon is not a child but he’s unironically optimistic and thinks you probably just needed to support yourself but that’s stupid. that’s just an excuse for the fumbling of thoughts in his brain. “the movies getting boring, isn’t it?” your voice is low enough that only he hears. sangyeon breathes out through his nose and mumbles in agreement. you take it as a sign, standing up and motioning away from the living room full of all the members who are too engrossed in their own worlds to care. or so you and sangyeon think, hurrying off to entertain yourselves elsewhere - as everyone else exchanges looks at the click of sangyeon’s door lock.

jacob’s bubble gum pops loud and almost comically, the sticky candy getting all over his lips and cheek when you walk out of the front door, slipping your hands up and over your head to stretch. the tshirt you’re wearing is big, jacob thinks maybe you borrowed it from younghoon but when he manages to get the gum off his face and you come closer - he realizes that no. that’s definitely his shirt. you giggle a little at the way he’s looking at you. “what, do i look that silly?” he shakes his head so hard you fear he might just snap it off. you absentmindedly start playing with the keychain on his backpack as everyone else finally crowds outside of the waiting van. the summer morning is already hot and jacob blames his sweating on that. changmin says something about picking seats and playing rock paper scissors for the uncomfortable back. you lose instantly, the only person to play scissors while everyone puts out rock. you roll your eyes at the round of teasing, accepting your destiny as you fling your backpack into the back first. you watch the next round, seeing who your unlikely partner is going to be, and you notice from the corner of your eye that jacob cheats. he puts out a winning paper, only to switch it quickly to rock and lose to the majority. he cheats again, this time running his luck out against eric. with a whoop - everyone pushes jacob toward you and although he steadies himself before he can tumble over, you look up and see that despite that groan he just made he doesn’t look all that sad to spend the next hour shoulder to shoulder with you.

younghoon is not really sure what just happened. he had been lifting up a spoonful of cereal to his mouth and then your hand was wrapping around his. and now, your hand was still there - warm skin resting on warm skin - but his cereal was gone. you grin and younghoon forgets again, this whole deal with stolen cereal, because you’ve got really wild bedhead and sleepy eyes and the movies are always talking about how its romantic but younghoon is less so inclined to think its something romantic as it is something domestic and personal and suddenly younghoon doesn’t think he’s in the dorms anymore he thinks he’s sitting at his kitchen in the home you two share a couple of years down the line. but he’s too embarrassed to try and process anymore thoughts on that notion, instead he asks you timidly if you want the rest of his cereal and you shake your head and say you can go get your own. that’s the first time your hand leaves his and younghoon misses the subtle contact, he lets his spoon sort of clatter into the bowl - he probably spills milk somewhere around him - as he watches you make a curious circle through the kitchen. you lean up to open one of the cupboards, but you don’t take any of the glasses. younghoon assumes you need his help so he gets up and joins you, “which one do you want?” you let your gaze shift to meet his “none of them. i was just looking.” “oh i thought you couldn’t re-” you look over his shoulder, the house is quiet which is rare, you and younghoon are alone. “couldn’t reach so-” you put your hands on his shoulders and push him down a bit, he bends to your will easily even though he’s so large and before he can tell whats going on (this has happened to many times this one morning) you’re leaning in to press your lips to the corner of his. you giggle when you feel his skin go hot, “mmm that’s what i wanted.” you whisper before letting go of him and skipping out of the room and back to bed. though younghoon is surprised to find that you’ve sprawled across his when he returns, and once again he is not really sure what is happening. 

hyunjae can’t lie, he knows that because he’s tried to a million or so times before but he is aware that the rest of his body betrays him every single time. he wonders if it’s a curse or a blessing, especially when you smile at him like that - with both his hands above his head, your fingers pinning down his wrists. “i win!” you laugh, and hyunjae is scared to move - your knees on either sides of his hips. “they’re way stronger then you dude, it’s lowkey embarrassing.” kevin shakes his head and somewhere in the room sangyeon is giving eric five bucks with a scowl for betting that you’d lose to hyunjae in this round of ,,,,,, whatever it was - tickle wrestling or something. you are about to let him go from underneath you, but hyunjae sees something in the depth of your eyes change - like a lights dimmed just a bit and even with the bustling of all his other members in the room you ask, just a little above a whisper - “do you like losing to me hyunjae?” - theres no drop of malice behind it, its more like instigation, you’re dragging an answer out of him that makes him red down to his neck. but he can’t lie, not to his friends or to his family and least of all to you. whose nail is tapping against the veins on his wrist in beat to the rapidness of his heart. it kind of terrifies him how in-tune you are to his reactions. so he doesn’t lie, what’s the point? he gives a weak nod instead and you let go of him just as kevin’s voice rings through the room. you jump up and help hyunjae to his feet too, he stares at you in disbelief as you give everyone else a pure and cheery expression. he can’t lie, but you sure can. maybe that’s why it works so well. 

[warmau]

juyeon thinks that heaven might be real when he looks up and you’re sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter with your legs swinging and an apple in your hand. he’s seen you so many times before but right then and there he swears there’s some kind of glow around you. he kind of just stares at first to see if the halo is real but then, and he hates to admit it to himself, so he can run a line from your thighs up to your big smile that is focused on something silly jacob and sunwoo are arguing about. the other members pass by him, unamused at the dumbstruck look on his face because he usually has it on anyway. you notice from the corner of your eye though that juyeon’s gaze is fixated on you and the attention makes you a little bit ….. curious. so you lean forward and ask jacob if he can help you down. you don’t need the help and the request kind of makes jacob trip up on his words, so sunwoo outstretches his hand instead and you wrap an arm around his shoulder as you slide off. your shirt rides up against the side of sunwoo’s chest and you conveniently slip a little when your bare feet touch the kitchen floor. sunwoo is quick to let you grab onto him and chuckles back lightly when you giggle out your apology. juyeon straightens up, suddenly he doesn’t look lost anymore. you note that and make your way over to say good morning. he mumbles it back and its adorable how someone so large and otherwise sharp can fall into such a moody and soft reflection. you eat it up and pull at the hem of his shirt, tugging it toward you and him back into the hall. he seems confused and the kitchen finally notices something is going on between you two when you coral big and warm juyeon away from them. once you’re out of earshot you ask - “why were you staring at me like that?” juyeon wants to lie and say he was trying to figure out what his friends had said that had made you laugh but he doesn’t even bother - “because you were glowing.” you thought as much, pressing against him and asking again, “am i still glowing now?” juyeon swallows and a large hand comes to hold the small of your back - his answer is shaky and betrays all the thoughts he’s had about you until now - “yes.” 

kevin presses his back against the wall in an effort to blend into it, maybe even sink through it and find himself somewhere that isn’t so present. you stand next to him as if nothing is out of the ordinary, as if the world hasn’t been flipped on its head. he wants to ask you how you can just bare it - the thought that everyone else in the room knows, even though the reality of that being true is highly unlikely. “everyone’s going to notice if you keep acting like that.” you turn, tilting your head and kevin’s eyes go wide when he realizes you aren’t covering any part of your neck. here he is, decked in a sweater with the highest neckline possible, despite the protest of his body due to the summer weather searing in. but he couldn’t let himself show the evidence, risk the evil of exposure. he’d almost had a heart attack when sangyeon had opened the door on him changing in the morning because what if someone, anyone, saw the marks you’d left down his spine. and yet once again, you have let it bare - the healing yellowish teeth imprints right below your jaw. oh kevin thinks hes going to die at the flood of memories that overtake him just at the sight of it. “you didn’t even put any makeup-” “why would i?” kevin is about to give you one million reasons - when you put your hand on his waist and if he thought the sun beating down outside was hot suddenly your touch is like a flame of even more power. “im not ashamed.” you tug at the material of his sweater, leading your gaze to fall over it with disapproval, “im a little offended you are.” kevin peels himself off the wall and shakes his head, it’s not that - he wants to explain - it’s just that this is a lot and now that the boundaries been crossed he doesn’t know how the others will take it. your look softens but what you say makes kevin want to sink back into the floor. it’s something about how the first time was just a taste, looks like you’ll have to hold back from now on. kevin hates that as much as he wants this to be a secret and how he’s run around all day hiding it…..the last thing he wants is for you to hold back when you both find yourselves alone once again. 

chanhee isn’t new to the feeling of shyness, but the way he falls under your gaze is different to most of the other situations he’s come across in his life. you aren’t even doing anything drastic, you’re just seated at the table across from him - the symphony of his members voices and the sound of plates and food all around him should be cause for distraction but he can almost feel your eyes tracing a line from the curve of his neck down to the tips of his fingers. he isn’t uncomfortable but he isn’t complacent either - he’s somewhere on the cliff edge of embarrassment but not enough that he can bring himself to throw down his chopsticks and run out of the room. somewhere in the back corner of his mind a little voice says he kind of enjoys how it feels to be marveled at so blatantly by someone whose confidence is above his own. you suddenly break into a smile, leaning a little forward in your seat to reach for the side dish that is closest to chanhee. sunwoo nudges him, as to motion that he should help you out by picking up the dish and handing it over to you - but before he can, you’re close enough that through the noise and chaos all around you two he hears you say, “you’re so pretty chanhee” your voice rings in his ears and he thinks he’s hearing some phantom version of the words until the next string come out of your mouth, “you don’t mind if i stare a little more?” 

changmin spreads himself out on the sheets and you are vaguely reminded of the ways a long, pretty cat might make its self comfortable under sunbeams. his limbs are all so thin, fragile, and god is he flexible. he turns to you and you can count the stars in his eyes. he starts to talk, where he wants to go today, what he wants to see, what you two should eat, what you two should bring with you. you’re half listening, making no effort to hide the fact that you’re looking at his lips and reaching out to play with his long, delicate fingers. at some point his voice starts going flux between excited and airy because one of your hands has settled under his shirt, just resting on his warm skin - the other is still drawing circles on his palms and you are staring at him like he isn’t changmin, but the venus de milo, breathtaking and glorious. he tries to keep talking, he does because if he stops he fears he’s just going to fall under whatever spell it is you’re trying to cast on him. you bring his wrist up to your mouth and kiss it and that’s when his sentence goes completely haywire as does the wiring in his brain. he’s starting to think you two aren’t going to be going anywhere today. he sits up and you follow, blinking - hand still wrapped around his wrist - your other hand falling from his stomach and coming to rest on his knee. “sorry, what were you saying? you want to go where?” your voice is flat - changmin is almost sure that if he even tries to bring up his original plans just the look you’re giving him alone will make the words die back in his throat. so he looks back at the sheets and you, without a word he falls back down against them, an angel against the backdrop of white. you take a hold of his other wrist, hover over him but ask again, “if you want to go somewhere-” “no, right here is the only place i want to be.”

[warmau]

★ hi this is for debois !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ★

sangyeon doesn’t think you notice the hitch in his voice when you lean over him to grab your glass of water off the table to his left. your entire upper body practically brushed against his as he’s trying to explain to juyeon the plot of the movie you’re all watching. you lean back with no change in expression and juyeon sort of shrugs in defeat as sangyeon asks again if he’s got it? giving up as well, sangyeon tries to relax a little against the sofa but suddenly everything is stiff. his eyes almost glaze over with how hard he’s trying to focus on the screen when you are once again leaning so close to him to put the glass back. you seem to hover a bit in your position as you inch the glass off the corner and sangyeon’s eyes travel down the curve of your neck and the part of your shirt that’s slightly slipping off your shoulder. this time he knows you’ve noticed the awkward air between the little space that exists for you two now. you smile as you pull back and then to poor sangyeon’s shock, you put a hand in his thigh as you pull back. sangyeon is not a child but he’s unironically optimistic and thinks you probably just needed to support yourself but that’s stupid. that’s just an excuse for the fumbling of thoughts in his brain. “the movies getting boring, isn’t it?” your voice is low enough that only he hears. sangyeon breathes out through his nose and mumbles in agreement. you take it as a sign, standing up and motioning away from the living room full of all the members who are too engrossed in their own worlds to care. or so you and sangyeon think, hurrying off to entertain yourselves elsewhere - as everyone else exchanges looks at the click of sangyeon’s door lock.

jacob’s bubble gum pops loud and almost comically, the sticky candy getting all over his lips and cheek when you walk out of the front door, slipping your hands up and over your head to stretch. the tshirt you’re wearing is big, jacob thinks maybe you borrowed it from younghoon but when he manages to get the gum off his face and you come closer - he realizes that no. that’s definitely his shirt. you giggle a little at the way he’s looking at you. “what, do i look that silly?” he shakes his head so hard you fear he might just snap it off. you absentmindedly start playing with the keychain on his backpack as everyone else finally crowds outside of the waiting van. the summer morning is already hot and jacob blames his sweating on that. changmin says something about picking seats and playing rock paper scissors for the uncomfortable back. you lose instantly, the only person to play scissors while everyone puts out rock. you roll your eyes at the round of teasing, accepting your destiny as you fling your backpack into the back first. you watch the next round, seeing who your unlikely partner is going to be, and you notice from the corner of your eye that jacob cheats. he puts out a winning paper, only to switch it quickly to rock and lose to the majority. he cheats again, this time running his luck out against eric. with a whoop - everyone pushes jacob toward you and although he steadies himself before he can tumble over, you look up and see that despite that groan he just made he doesn’t look all that sad to spend the next hour shoulder to shoulder with you.

younghoon is not really sure what just happened. he had been lifting up a spoonful of cereal to his mouth and then your hand was wrapping around his. and now, your hand was still there - warm skin resting on warm skin - but his cereal was gone. you grin and younghoon forgets again, this whole deal with stolen cereal, because you’ve got really wild bedhead and sleepy eyes and the movies are always talking about how its romantic but younghoon is less so inclined to think its something romantic as it is something domestic and personal and suddenly younghoon doesn’t think he’s in the dorms anymore he thinks he’s sitting at his kitchen in the home you two share a couple of years down the line. but he’s too embarrassed to try and process anymore thoughts on that notion, instead he asks you timidly if you want the rest of his cereal and you shake your head and say you can go get your own. that’s the first time your hand leaves his and younghoon misses the subtle contact, he lets his spoon sort of clatter into the bowl - he probably spills milk somewhere around him - as he watches you make a curious circle through the kitchen. you lean up to open one of the cupboards, but you don’t take any of the glasses. younghoon assumes you need his help so he gets up and joins you, “which one do you want?” you let your gaze shift to meet his “none of them. i was just looking.” “oh i thought you couldn’t re-” you look over his shoulder, the house is quiet which is rare, you and younghoon are alone. “couldn’t reach so-” you put your hands on his shoulders and push him down a bit, he bends to your will easily even though he’s so large and before he can tell whats going on (this has happened to many times this one morning) you’re leaning in to press your lips to the corner of his. you giggle when you feel his skin go hot, “mmm that’s what i wanted.” you whisper before letting go of him and skipping out of the room and back to bed. though younghoon is surprised to find that you’ve sprawled across his when he returns, and once again he is not really sure what is happening. 

hyunjae can’t lie, he knows that because he’s tried to a million or so times before but he is aware that the rest of his body betrays him every single time. he wonders if it’s a curse or a blessing, especially when you smile at him like that - with both his hands above his head, your fingers pinning down his wrists. “i win!” you laugh, and hyunjae is scared to move - your knees on either sides of his hips. “they’re way stronger then you dude, it’s lowkey embarrassing.” kevin shakes his head and somewhere in the room sangyeon is giving eric five bucks with a scowl for betting that you’d lose to hyunjae in this round of ,,,,,, whatever it was - tickle wrestling or something. you are about to let him go from underneath you, but hyunjae sees something in the depth of your eyes change - like a lights dimmed just a bit and even with the bustling of all his other members in the room you ask, just a little above a whisper - “do you like losing to me hyunjae?” - theres no drop of malice behind it, its more like instigation, you’re dragging an answer out of him that makes him red down to his neck. but he can’t lie, not to his friends or to his family and least of all to you. whose nail is tapping against the veins on his wrist in beat to the rapidness of his heart. it kind of terrifies him how in-tune you are to his reactions. so he doesn’t lie, what’s the point? he gives a weak nod instead and you let go of him just as kevin’s voice rings through the room. you jump up and help hyunjae to his feet too, he stares at you in disbelief as you give everyone else a pure and cheery expression. he can’t lie, but you sure can. maybe that’s why it works so well. 

[warmau]

short au request: star-crossed lovers/sneaking around with seungcheol

★ modern romeo & juliet!au seungcheol | other svt aus

something sharp wraps around your arm, pressing the end of its claws against your warm skin

“look at them, a bunch of abhorrent creatures.”

your mother's shrill voice rings in your ear as you sit beside her, throwing your gaze to the other end of the theater's opera boxes

standing stark against the red velvet curtains is the heir to the choi empire

the only child of a sworn enemy

and yet, when you see him, even at a distance

you don’t feel that seething hatred that is supposedly running through your veins

instead, you see someone almost inhumanly handsome, carved from the image of apollo or adonis

eyes dark in the dimming lights of the theater, but so captivating that when they meet yours

you feel something even stronger than your mothers grip pierce through your heart

what's worse is that you expect a fleeting kind of stare, maybe even a twisted look of that disgust he probably feels for you due to your bloodline

but

his eyes dont leave your face

they study it, you can almost feel the warmth of the line he traces down from your eyes to your chin 

but then you’re snapped back into reality - when you feel the heavy hand of your cousin settle on your shoulder

just as the theater goes absolutely dark

“if that motherfucker seungcheol stares at you like that again, ill go over there and deal with him myself.”

you swallow - a cold chill runs down your spine - and you let yourself give a robotic, stiff nod

you focus down, on the stage and on the story unfolding

but something is making you uncomfortable, something is making you tick

after the close of the second act, an intermission starts and your family has one of the staff come over with a wine menu

your mother and cousin are laughing, making crude jokes about the actors and whatnot

your father has fallen diligently asleep at the end seat

your guards, two tall fellows dressed to the nines are blocking the exit of the box 

but when you ask politely, eyelashes fluttering, if you can go past to the restroom

they both graciously step to the side

one of them, kim mingyu, asks if you need to be accompanied but you tell him that’d be much too embarrassing

once you’re out in the halls, you take out your phone and search up the name

choi seungcheol

you know of him, of course - how could you not, but you’ve never seen him in the flesh

to your surprise, there isn’t anything but blurry paparazzi photos of him available

and even in each of the shots, he’s just as alluring as he was when you’d seen him across the gap of the audience

part of you starts to wonder - would it be so hard to get over to his side? - but you imagine that if your family has bought guards, the choi’s haven’t opted to leave theirs outside either

what a shame, im sure he’s even more beautiful up close

something gentle wraps around your arm, pressing its fingertips in a soft squeeze for your attention

you turn and manage not to suppress a gasp

“you!”

seungcheol smiles

“me.”

you look over his shoulder, worried that this might be a trap. afterall, it’s not as if your lack of hatred is surely shared by him as well

but to your relief, it looks like he’s come alone

but - that doesn’t mean mingyu or wonwoo, the other guard, wont turn the corner any moment 

so you take his hand in yours and rush to find a corner beside the entrance to the stairs were you two will be safe from angry, prying eyes

“ah - you’re quite forward aren’t you?”

seungcheol jokes when you turn and realize how close you two are in this little crevice

“apologizes, i just don’t want-”

“you don’t want your mother to see me and have me killed on the spot - same here.”

you can’t help but laugh sadly at the reality, but the sound echos away when you see that seungcheol is looking at you again

the brown, almost black of his irises like a neverending hall of stars

“so - why did you come find me?”

you try to break the spell you’re on the verge of falling into with him, the hammering of your heart making it hard to think straight

“i saw you looking at me and i felt like you were telling me to.”

“to?”

“to come to you.”

his fingers gently brush up the side of your arm and unlike the shiver, you get when your cousin or mother grips onto you 

this shiver is like a fairy’s steps - the contact welcoming, exciting

you move a little so your back is against the wall and your legs are sort of between seungcheol’s who doesn’t bother leaning back against his side

instead, he rests his free hand on the spot beside your shoulder and leans a little forward

you’ve been courted a million times before, by men enchanted by your face and by your family’s riches

but this is different - this is almost like an intricate dance where every little move of his heightens the feeling burning in your blood

“you know, your beauty is stark from a distance but up close its just something else.”

you swallow, “i would say the same thing about you.”

“really?”

his breath is warm on the side of your neck now and you reach out to put your trembling palms on the front of his suit jacket

he lets you rest them for a moment as if giving you the choice: to push him away or pull him in closer

you choose the latter and tilt your chin up to meet his lips 

when an announcement echoes through the theater

the intermission is over, all guests should return to their seats

a weight falls on both of you - with this magical time up, you have to go back to your awaiting family’s 

their questions, their suspicions, their blind anger

you don’t want to and neither does seungcheol, with the way neither of you is moving from your spot

“do you want to skip the rest of the show?”

he whispers against your ear

but the real question isn’t that, the real question is 

do you want to disobey our parents? do you want to risk our lives right now right here?

your hands are curled around him, you dont think you can handle sitting through the rest of this opera, let alone your life with the hard walls of your family all around you

so you nod, “yes.”

and seungcheol slips his hands over yours

“well then lets go.”

as you and him rush past the theater box where your family sits, you catch the moment where one of your guards turns

you think he sees you, but he doesnt give chase. you turn your eyes onto seungcheol’s back and see him smiling over his shoulder

even if this ends tragically, this moment right now is worth it all.

[warmau]

royal au for han jisung?¿★

★ prince!au jisung | other skz aus 

“he’s joking right?”

hyunjin whispers to changbin, who simply shrugs his shoulders

keeping his hands politely behind his back as the crown prince of the country, han jisung, makes his way past the two from his table

“i mean, they can’t cook to save their life and yet - the prince! changbin, t h e p r i n c e, keeps coming back here like it’s the best dinner he’s ever had in his life!”

changbin elbows his fellow co-worker in the side as they bow and the prince waves a cordial goodbye to everyone else in the restaurant

you come out, towel on your shoulder and the same confused expression on your face as everyone elses

you............aren’t even the chef................yet this is the fourth time this month the prince has stopped by

and insisted, quite literally almost ordered, you be the one to prepare his food

the first time had been the weirdest - given that you had come over anxious to take the order of THE PRINCE

but upon seeing you, he’d chucked the menu to the side and pointed to you - asking you, A WAITER, to make him something good to eat

hyunjin is giving you a raised eyebrow and changbin checks to make sure the prince has left with his entourage of other royals and guards

before turning to you as well

“did you put a spell on him or something, be honest.”

“what? a spell? im not a witch changbin!”

the two boys shake their heads and you turn around when you hear the head chef call you back to the kitchen

bang chan doesn’t get it either - he’s tasted your cooking and well........

“i think the prince has an ulterior motive for coming by so often.”

he starts and hyunjin pokes his head through the door to add that obviously thats true, your food once gave him the worst case of-

you shoo him off and turn to chef chan

“im sorry, i didnt do anything i swear - i dont have any relationship to him i mean he’s the prince of our country and im just a waiter!”

judging by the bewildered look in your eyes, bang chan can tell you’re not lying

instead he puts a hand under his chin

“then what could be the reason - maybe he’s scoping you out for something?”

“like what?”

you start getting nervous, the pit of your stomach is twisting into a knot

am i wanted by the royal court? does the prince think im some kind of threat?

your mind shakes at the thought, you just don’t understand you’ve lived such an uneventful but truthful life why would-

“no, i dont think its anything like that maybe the prince just........”

the chef gets a glint in his eyes, but when you ask him to tell you what’s come to mind

he tells you to go help the others clean up for the night

as you’re washing dirty plates you sigh, remembering how handsome prince jisung had looked walking into the restaurant

how his eyes were so long and pretty, the color of sun birched wood

he had a smile that was even more striking in person, making the entirety of his face light up in a sort of playful, mischievous charm that made the whole room trip over their own feet

he had held your hand gently when he’d given you the check for the evening

had laughed when you tripped over your goodbyes

serving him your soup (which even you admitted wasn’t good at all) had nearly knocked the wind out of you - even though this was your fourth time doing it 

he just looked so poised and beautiful eating, actually he just looked perfect existing

well he’s the prince after all........

you almost jump out of your skin when changbin dunks his hands into the dish water beside you

“thinking about your boyfriend~”

he sings and you teeter to the side

“b- boy? are you insane!? he’s the prince he wouldn’t and couldn’t ever be my BOY-”

the next day, standing outside the restaurant 

is prince jisung

he’s wearing a casual pair of slacks, with a button down and a crown made of small pretty rubies on his golden hair

he greets you as you rush over for the start of your shift and you scurry to bow

but he stops you

“i have a proposal for you, how would you like to come and be my personal chef at the palace?”

from somewhere inside the restaurant you hear two very familiar shrieks of shock

your eyes go wide - wider than you ever thought they could - because this must be a dream

there’s no way your dingy soups made such an impact on someone so untouchable

so you do something unthinkable, because its a dream maybe this wont have any consequence, you push the prince gently into the restaurant

and shut the doors on the crowd of people who were outside

now - alone - you look up at him, who just beams down at you

seemingly over the moon about the fact that your hand is on his chest

you take it off and squeak out a long line of apologize and “my highness, i did not mean it. i would never put my dirty poor hands on you-”

when he takes your fingers and gently lifts them up to his lips

ok. this is a dream. no way is prince jisung kissing my hand. nope, i obviously am having a sleep deprived, amazing, so so so so real dream-

“im serious, id like you to come and work for me at the palace.”

“i - my prince, i cant. i cant even cook, im just a waiter and i know you said you liked my dishes but i assure you, someone of your taste and stature should not have to eat what i make really i think im not worthy of the -”

his eyes flutter close as he chuckles

“fine, fine. dont come as a chef then. come as something else.”

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head

“as something else?”

“come to the palace as my guest, but maybe if you like it you can stay as something else. whats the word commoners use these days, ah - my friend with benefit.”

you think your face hits 100 degrees at the words and you shake your head

“um - pr-prince jisung, did you mean - are you asking m- are you asking me out? i - i think you meant - i think you meant significant other -”

he snaps his fingers 

“ah yes, i can be your boyfriend if you decide to stay!”

you think you’re going to faint, you wobble a little and he uses the hand thats not still holding yours to steady you

“if im being honest, your soup is ......... not amazing. but i couldnt think of any other way to invite myself back here. so i thought id come around and eat your soups until you realized my interest in you.”

he stops and smiles and its really like basking in the sun

“my romantic interest in you, so what do you say?”

you open your mouth

you want to say words but you think youve overheated

the door to the kitchen opens, and out pile hyunjin, changbin and bang chan

the prince and you turn to them in surprise and hyunjin clears his throat

“prince jisung, allow me to answer on behalf of my friend and fellow waiter: they will MOST CERTAINLY take you as their boyfriend.”

you hiccup and changbin and chan try not to burst into laughter

as jisung turns to you and pulls you into his chest

“amazing! im honored!”

you bury your face into the his shirt - not sure which is more embarrassing pulling back and looking at your new (royal) boyfriend

or facing the three stooges to your left, who are having a ball at your expense

either way - when you finally do let yourself out from jisung’s hold you turn and ask

“but i dont have to make anymore soups right?”

prince jisung nods

“yes, no more soups. they were horrible, i like you a lot but they might be the only thing i dont like about you.”

you agree, and so does everyone else, that that’s fair.

[warmau]

ghost hunting w mark .?

★ ghost hunting!au mark lee | other nct aus

when people talk about fun places, you’re sure they don’t list haunted amusement parks as one of their go-to picks

that is - you don’t think a haunted amusement park is anyone's go-to pick in general for anything

but you are ecstatic about the fact that you’re finally getting to go to one

if one because you love amusement parks and also.............any place that might have ghosts

which is why you’ve taken up vlogging about these spooky encounters, ghost adventures was going to end up having nothing on you if everything went well

mark lee, your best friend and designated camera man for this adventure, is the total opposite

“listen - isn’t this considered trespassing?”

he asks, voice shaking and camcorder shaking too, as you two slip through a small opening in the large gates leading to the park which have now grown over with moss

the only reason mark even agreed to come with you is because the camcorder is his dads..........and trusting you alone with technology is..........well..........

“not really, it doesnt say private property keep out anywhere!”

“yes it does, we passed a sign when we were-”

you wave your hand around as if to dismiss the legitimate claim he’s making 

instead you look around at the broken down rides and abandoned roller coasters

the peeling paint on some of the plastic figures of animals that are strewn around and the rolling pieces of garbage that signify that people did once come around here to enjoy themselves

now it’s just .......empty........slowly being reclaimed by nature and-

“ghosts! ghosts mark, im sure someone has had an freak accident here and is now roaming around seeking revenge!”

you say it with such cheer in your voice, but poor mark pales at the thought

you start to scope out a good place to film and end up pointing straight at a huge, heart shaped tunnel

“lovers lane! imagine if a couple went in there years ago and never went back out - and if we go in there we can meet them and they’ll-”

“try to kill us?”

mark finishes your sentence and you pout, “no! they’ll tell us their story and we can lament their woos together - now lets go!”

you grab mark’s hand, pulling him toward the dingy looking ride and although the situation is one that mark wishes so desperately he wasnt in

the warmth of your palm in his makes up for it

but

as soon as you manage to hop over the broken chain, moving deeper and deeper into the tunnel

mark starts to rethink that

because of course he likes you, but does he like you enough to go ahead and get himself dragged into the underworld by angry spirits well-

“mark? are you coming? if not, you can wait out there by yourself!”

on second thought, he rushes in right after you - nearly tripping on himself and bumping into your back

you turn, steadying him and your touch again makes this whole bizarre thing seem a little more ok

“im ok!”

he says, happy that the near pitch black darkness hides any goofy expression he might be making

but for some odd reason, you’re not saying anything back

he can still feel your hands steady on his shoulders - you aren’t letting him go

in fact, he thinks you might actually be gripping him pretty hard

“hey-”

he starts and you, who is staring behind mark 

over his head at the long and frightening shadow behind him

it’s white and glowing and its eyes are deranged, long hair whipping around its face as if to hide what it truly looks like

swallows

“are you ok, whats wrong?”

he asks again, lifting the camcorder and using the light from the recording flash to try and read your expression

mark registers your shock too late, as the shadow from behind him - pushes him hard against you

you tumble over, feeling your feet catch on the edge of the side of the tunnel

you think you’re going to hit the gross, murky water but instead you fall hard into one of the boats thats been docked there for god knows how long

and mark topples in right after you

the camcorder gets flung from his hand as he braces himself as to not squash you and just as he manages to steady his fall 

hands blistering where his palms hit the old wood of the boat

the tunnel lights up and you hear a long, scratchy laugh echo through

the lights are pink and flashing on and off, something somewhere is still laughing and you look up into mark’s terrified eyes as he hovers over you

“c’mon new lovers, won’t you stay and take a trip down the lane?”

you scream and as does mark, struggling to get back up and then outstretching his hand to help you two

without thinking, you push yourself directly into his chest and yell that you two need to run. now!

the voice returns and you swear you feel something try to tug on the back of your shirt. mark feels it too.

“where are you going? you two can’t leave without professing your feelings!”

he hops out of the boat and tugs you after him as you two try to scurry back toward the entrance

marks hand is clutching yours, even though you’re both sweating with anxiousness and fear

just as you two make it to what looks like the outside, the shadow appears again

this time you do see its face - a long slit mouth and cracked, scaled skin

“no no, you can’t leave. go back inside, take a trip with me! spend the rest of your life in a tunnel of love!”

it lifts its hand and you think its going to slam it down, claws dripping of something red are about to dig into mark

when you remember what this thing had said before

profess your feelings?

you close your eyes and shout

“i love mark lee!”

the shadow fixates its deranged glare on you - then lifts its hand again

oh no did it not work?!?!

but mark seems to have caught onto your train of thought, even panicked out of his mind, he yells back his confession

that he loves you

and the shadow which looked so real and scary is gone in a cloud of smoke

the flickering pink lights dull into that darkness again and you and mark fall out of the entrance, which when you turn back has changed from the heart shaped lovers lane into a pile of old racing go-carts

you look at mark and he nods

still holding hands, you two get the hell out of there

only to realize hours later when you’re sitting together in disbelief on the floor of your bedroom

that one) mark’s dad is gonna kill him for losing that camcorder

and two) those confessions you both yelled back there

kinda sounded real

past the fact you were doing it to save yourselves from a huge, ugly apparition

“so-”

you look and see mark shyly scratching the back of his neck

“how about we pick a place that isn’t haunted for our first date?”

mark breathes a sigh of relief 

“im so happy you said that.”

[warmau]

love struck minghao perhaps🥺👉👈

★ lovestruck!minghao | other svt aus 

“you’re staring!”

“i have sunglasses on, you can’t possibly tell if im staring.”

“doesn’t matter dude, i know you well enough to know you’re definitely staring!”

seokmin chuckles and leans back in his seat as minghao crosses his arms a little tighter

the aforementioned sunglasses slipping slightly down the curve of his nose so he can see atop the blacked out frames 

you’re across the room, fixing what looks like seungcheol’s stage outfit

minghaos lips twitch a little

isn’t it about time they come over here and help me too?

the thought is childish and rather embarrassing, but minghao really cannot help himself

he’s been like this since you started working for the company - and it confuses him as much as it delights him

because he’s never quite felt this way about anyone else ever before

he’s used to being rather blunt, forthcoming, and even a bit crass at sometimes 

but he cant even bring himself to say a word, let alone a coherent sentence when you’re around

and it has to be obvious - afterall - even seokmin has noticed it

obviously, from the way he’s still sitting beside minghao with a grin the size of a dinner plate on his face

minghao doesnt know why either, you’re beautiful in your own way of course

and you’re kind, gentle and always in a quiet but pleasant mood

but its not like what he’s expected falling in love with someone would be like - he .......... he didnt think he’d be so aware of all the little details

of all the little tilts of your head and sounds of your work 

he thought he’d fall for someone and it’d be a bumpy, adventurous, intense kind of love but what you made him feel was more akin to the sprouting of summer buds in the deepest parts of his chest

(as romantic and flowery as this sounded, it felt more natural - more comfortable than what minghao had thought to expect) 

finally you come over, first fixing something on seokmin’s collar as he asks you that bright disposition of his how your weekend was

you smile and tell him it was fun!

even though you’re not smiling directly at him, minghao swears the warmth of the sun is suddenly gracing his skin

he takes the glasses off, if maybe to bask in it, and also to look directly into your eyes when you move from seokmin to him

you check his face, his hair, the microphone clipped to his shirt

“you always look perfect”

you say absentmindedly, bringing a small comb to tuck one of the loose strands of minghao’s hair back into place

“of course, i am”

he answers almost automatically

seungkwan, who has joined beside you two, scoffs playfully and comments 

“how self-centered”

he means it jokingly, patting minghao’s shoulder - who doesn’t bother to reply but to roll his eyes when

“well, who else should he be centered on if not himself?”

you say this and minghao’s eyes freeze

you lean back and check him one final time before taking a step over to seungkwan

minghao plays the words back in his head, who else should he be centered on if not himself?

you’re right, but you’re also ............ you’re also wrong

before you can start on seungkwan, minghao is out of his seat and pulling you over and off the set by the elbow

seungkwan’s groan echoes after you two and minghao hears the concern in your voice when you ask him whats going on

but he doesnt stop until you two are alone, stuffed into the narrow space between lines of costumes and empty vanities

he searches your face and part of him is starting to think this was a bad idea

you look like you don’t even know - you don’t even sense what kind of change you’ve made inside of him 

and that means you probably don’t feel it too

“im not.”

he starts, long fingers clutching into a fist to calm himself down

“you’re not?”

“im not only centered on myself.”

you jump a little and shake your head, “oh - i didnt mean it like that. i just meant that its good that you take care of-”

“i wanted to be centered on you too.”

minghao leans down, not to let you adjust his makeup or pull his hair from his face, no he leans down and pauses just before his lips can brush against yours

like he’s waiting

and you do what your body tells you to do in response, you put your hands on his broad shoulders and grip the fabric of his shirt - forgetting that it’ll easily get crumpled for the upcoming shoot

actually all of that: your job, his job, the rest of the members, the crew, the set - it all floods away

as minghao kisses you and he feels that burrowing feeling in his chest come surging up through all of his body

the feeling spiking when he feels your nails dig a little through the shirt and he cant help but smile about how you’ve gone from diligent and sweet to a little bit demanding - all through one kiss

when you two pull back from each other, minghao is surprised to see you looking shocked

“is everything ok?”

you touch your lips and shake your head slowly

“sorry, it’s just ive wanted to do that for a long time but i had no clue you-”

you try to think of the words and minghao wants to be like: really? even seokmin knew i liked you!

but instead he pulls you back in for another kiss, only this time to have to push him back a little

“your shirt! your hair! minghao you look like a mess, let me fix it before you get in troubl-”

“after, after”

his hands wrap around you and you can’t fight much against the way he’s kissing at you with a need thats built up over time

that centered feeling - minghao understands it now - with you in his arms its like he’s holding the whole world

when you two return and you’re buzzing around minghao - trying to hide any evidence of what just happened

minghao can’t help but catch that big grin on seokmin’s face

it reads: i knew it, you like them! 

and for the first time, minghao grins back: yeah, guess the sunglasses couldn’t hide it.

[warmau]

nct 127 ranked on “grimiest” most public places theyd makeout with you because why not also lets go one inch and im tipsy

9) taeyong a germaphobe so he has to be last you guys barely kiss as it is because hes like wait pause how many times did u brush ur teeth today jkjk hes an affection hungry lovesick baby but still like he cannot stand having his back against a dirty wall or having you run your hand up his thigh in this drivethru like he will go red all the way down to his neck and in a tiny voice be like later? and its like ok later later <3

8) haechan thinks youre fucking nuts for trying to kiss him in front of the dude who makes the sandwiches in the deli like ummm back off with your morning breath in his face he might be your boyfriend but hes got boundaries to be honest haechan doesnt even kiss you in front of the other members because he isnt about to let anyone see just how soft he can get, one and two, sometimes when you guys makeout he lets you call him a certain petname that he wouldnt let anyone else on this earth hear 

7) doyoung isnt even as concerned with the germs as he is with the public image like yes you might be cute or whatever but you are not cute enough for him to risk getting a video of yall making outside the premiere of little women with someone yelling ‘is that allowed?’ in the background. the embarrassment would kill him! that and also he’s classy so he does like a candle or two in the background if possible, treat him like he deserves 

6) mark just isnt ready to have you pressed up on him like gum on the bottom of a shoe in the parking lot of the sm building he just mentally is not prepared yet to have to explain to the kid at subway taking your order why the hell he keeps pulling his shirt up over his neck in this non air conditioning store on a 90 degree day…….but hes willing to let you show him some stuff in the back of the bus or the car maybe if its dark enough outside yall could do a little something in public but not if any other 127s (especially johnny suh) are in earshot distance 

5) johnny is a liar hes flashy about it and will text you when youre in the same room some shit about how you look hot and how you two should find some corner somewhere but when it comes down to business hes like wait ,,,, we gotta find somewhere with a door. dressing rooms, restaurant bathroom - fine but if you’re like let me move our breadsticks to the side and just climb over the table rn johnny is like hahaha wait babe <3 hold on boo <3

4) taeil doesn’t have a preference as long as you guys are being respectful to children and the elderly which puts a lot of places off limits like park benches or walmart parking lots which sucks but you understand…..that being said if there isnt any family friendly events going on around then taeil is like by all means, throw it at me

3) jungwoo can read social cues dont get me wrong - he just chooses to actively ignore them. jungwoo is way to spontaneous to give a shit like yes we are at the movies and the main character is about to die on the screen but hes like i think time to get neck kisses? yes? you’re in the middle of placing an order and suddenly jungwoo is in your lap. you’re at the laundromat and you’re like baby pass me the deterg- and he’s just all over you. half of it is just jungwoo being jungwoo but im p sure the other half is his need to be the funniest person on this planet 

2) jaehyun does whatever you want, no matter the expense to his public image, dignity, or self-worth. if you want to make out near a dumpster then who is he to say no? if you want to put a hand on his thigh during a vlive then like……bye czennies it was fun talking to you <3 if you want to start lifting up his shirt at the spirit halloween while a poor employee has to chase off any children in the same aisle well…….youre a demon and jaehyun is so fucking into that.

1) yuta are you kidding me lmfao