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The barista greeted Mingi how she usually does everyday. Energetic and sweet, with a warm smile. He’s been coming here for some time during his lunch hour—the food and atmosphere is always a good pick-me-up when the midday slump hit. And it being right down the street from his office is just a bonus. Being able to break free from the stagnant air in the building for some moments helps free his mind of impending tasks, nagging bosses, grumpy clients, etc etc.
He takes his food—iced black tea, unsweetened, and a turkey sandwich—and idles around in the area. It’s almost October, which means staying outside for long periods of time will be unbearable soon. He chooses one of the many benches provided and finishes his food. It’s much more pleasant to sit and savor his food, he realizes. He’ll have to do this more often.
20 minutes left. Mingi is still seated at the bench. People watching is fun, everybody has their own life, their own reasons for being in this space. Some frequent the area, some are new, some are just passing by. And at the end of the day, they all go home unknowing of these moments. Mingi guesses he does the same, it’s just a part of everyday life. Nothing to get all philosophical about. He checks the time again.
10 minutes. He gets up to head back to the office.
Wrapped up in his phone, navigating back to the building by pure muscle memory. His pace is fast, anyone coming in the opposite direction of him needing to promptly move out the way to avoid being bulldozed.
His phone trance is broken when another figure brushes past, barely grazing his arm, but it’s enough for them to say sorry. And Mingi recognizes that voice. He’s able to catch a glance before she’s gone, already a couple of feet in the opposite direction. He stares at her backside, hoping that if he stares hard enough, his vision will be able to penetrate through her so he can see her face. Or until she turns around, that’s more reasonable.
Multiple people have bumped past Mingi, he doesn’t notice their scowling faces at him for standing in the middle of the sidewalk obstructing foot traffic. The only thing that gets his attention is the blaring sound of his phone's timer, letting him know lunch is over and it’s time to clock in.
Focusing on his work tasks was close to impossible. Anything he got done was completed with half a thought, his mind unable to stop thinking of his interaction from earlier. All his coworkers noticed something was off with him, his boss even dismissing him to head home early to get his mind right again.
He paces around his living room waiting for Yunho to pick up.
“Hey, Min. What’s up?” Yunho sounds so relaxed, Mingi feels a pang of jealousy, but takes a deep breath before replying.
“Hey, I’m all right.”
“You sure? You don’t sound all right.”
Mingi sighs, “ah, Yunho. What do I do?”
“How about you give me some context first buddy.”
Mingi recalls the interaction. He feels like he sounds like a madman, letting this one incident consume him for the rest of the day.
“Are you sure it was her? And not some doppelgänger?” Yunho sounds amused, which ticks Mingi off.
“If you’re just gonna laugh at me, I’ll call Hongjoong instead.”
“No,” he clears his throat, “I’m sorry, Mingi. Please continue.”
“Yeah… well anyway, I’m like 99.9 percent sure it was her. It sounded just like her… and I saw just a bit of her face. But it’s like she was gone so fast, and it shook me up. And I mean, surely she’d recognize me too? I mean I think I am very recognizable. Maybe it wasn’t he-“ Yunho cuts him off.
“Hey. Maybe it was her, maybe it wasn’t. Even if it was and she did recognize you, maybe it just was a bad time to try to reconnect. You two did end things on a weird note. And if it wasn’t her then… I guess you have nothing to worry about.”
Nothing to worry about. Except “nothing” has started to plague his mind. All the memories and feelings he had with you that he repressed are bubbling to the surface. He wants to talk, maybe figure things out and fix them. He wasn’t the most mature back then, maybe if he showed you how much he’s grown you’d at least stay in contact with him. Or maybe you’ll just acknowledge his maturity and leave it at that. Mingi would be happy with either, he just needs to talk to you again.
“I think I wanna call her.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
“But… what if she doesn’t have the same number?”
“Maybe she does. There’s no harm in trying, you know.”
“Yeah. But it’s so late. Maybe I should try tomorrow.”
“You and I both know you won’t, so get it done tonight. But I’ve gotta get to bed soon. I’ll ask how it went tomorrow. Good luck and goodnight, Min.”
Mingi stares at his phone for a solid 10 minutes, mind completely blank. Yunho’s right. He has to do it tonight, because despite the maturity he’s gained with age, he can still be avoidant. He can’t let himself sit and dwell on it any longer. The longer he waits, the less chance he has to speak to you. He scrolls until he sees your contact. He feels like his brain isn’t even sending signals, limbs moving completely on their own to press on your number to call. He feels his heart rate quicken the longer the ringing tone goes, breath hitching when it stops.
“Hello?”
I hope y’all liked this ;-; if there’s anything I’ve written that I want feedback on the most, it’s this 😭💔 so any and everything is welcome 🥰 as always thanks for reading!!
Yunho was beyond angry. What he felt running on his veins was rage. He hated he made a fool of himself, he hated he tried so hard to please you, he hated that you went away with his heart, he hated you.
At first, your smile was angelic and your soft voice promised him heaven, but, not long after, your smile turned evil and your words were pure poison slipping out of your lips. Yunho expected his heart to be shot by cupid, but never by the person he thought was his soulmate.
When he met you, he was sure it was a forever thing, you clicked instantly, you were so sweet and kind and made his heart skip beats and butterflies fly on his stomach. However, that meant nothing to you, as the guy was just another game for you. You had your fun, you played dollhouse, then left when that wasn't enough anymore, when he had already fallen hard.
No one can blame Yunho for not believing in love anymore, not when this disgusting word brought him such bad memories. It had a bad name now.
I'm sorry it's so short :( I hope you like it, even if a bit
features selected: small popcorn (3.9k), romcom, drama, erotica, friends to lovers
audience warnings: UNDER 18 DNI! language, alcohol, nsfw (oral - m & f)
skip the wait: @mangomingki | @yunkiwii | @absentcaryatid | @treasure-hwa
behind the scenes: so i’m in my thot era i think. also my tag list for nsfw is kind of reset, only tagging ppl i know are of age and read this kinda stuff!
synopsis: it’s the cliché. boy and girl are at a party, end up in bed, and have to figure out what happens to their friendship after the deed. but just because it’s cliché doesn’t mean it’s easy being the one to experience it
you don’t know how it happened. you’re pretty sure neither does he. except you don’t have any alcohol you could blame, because you didn’t drink anything. you’re fairly certain mingi didn’t drink enough to completely lose all composition, either, but who knows. not like you could judge, not like you know how much alcohol is needed for what degree of uncontrolled behaviour. you’re not sure if he drank enough soju to warrant having sex. you’re not sure what it was that made you have sex with him. it’s almost funny, how cliché this is, we’ve always just been friends but then it just happened and now i don’t know what’s up. at a party, too. at least you were at his place, at least you didn’t fuck in some stranger’s bed, but still. this is bad enough, as a look into the mirror confirms when you go to clean yourself up the next morning. you’re purple from the ears to your belly button, your thighs, too, and you doubt there’s any way for you to explain this away once you return to uni in two days. well, you clearly didn’t think that far last night, too busy trying to get his shirt off without making him stop attacking your neck. how the fuck did it even get to that point?
“you’re so pretty.”
that was how it started. it wasn’t like he never called you pretty, or like you never called him pretty, but he never looked at you like that when he told you that you’re pretty. but now he did. and you didn’t really know what to do with it.
you knew he’d drunk a little, though you hadn’t kept track of how much, had gone around to socialise while he played host (even though he wasn’t - seonghwa was, but since they lived together mingi decided to claim the title for himself, as well), before you returned to the living room and plopped down next to him. he’d looked at you in surprise, as if not recognising you, before his face lit up. and then he told you this. told you that you’re so pretty.
and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like it. that you didn’t care if he thought you were pretty. you were hoping he’d say more, though you’re not sure why. maybe it was just the way he said it, the way that was so different from his usual compliments. you didn’t like him, you were pretty sure, had been eyeing one of the guests all night in hopes that maybe something would happen, but it seemed like that wasn’t meant to be.
so here you were, with your best bro, leaning against him because you were getting kind of tired, and he told you that you’re so pretty. with an earnesty that made you look up at him again, even though you were so incredibly tired; now that you’d gotten to rest at all you crashed, ready to fall asleep immediately. but you still looked at him, and he looked at you, and then he leaned in and mumbled out something that kind of sounded like “okay?” and you could guess what he meant. and he wasn’t unattractive, definitely not, so you figured a small kiss couldn’t hurt. it wasn’t like it was in the law that you can’t kiss friends. you liked kissing, and you knew he wasn’t drunk enough for this to be questionable from your side at all. you knew he wasn’t completely knocked out, because he had been once and you’d been the one to drag him to bed because no one wanted to deal with him throwing up, and he most definitely would not have asked if it was okay if he was in that kind of state. so it was okay.
and then his lips were on yours. you were a little disgusted, you had to admit, by the taste of alcohol still on his tongue, but you decided to ignore it. you figured that pulling away and saying “ew” or something of the sorts wouldn’t really land well with him. and by the time he leaned in to kiss you again you didn’t really notice the taste anymore, and then it was nice. he was a good kisser, you guessed. not that you had that much experience, but you figured you’d know if he wasn’t. he was incredibly sweet, careful, too, trying not to come off too strong, and you appreciated that.
you didn’t know where to put your hands, so you opted for his hair, except just when you put your hand in his hair he leaned in even more, changed angle, and you ended up pulling at his hair. not hard, but you were about to apologise either way, until you heard what could only be a moan. and while mingi wasn’t off-his-ass drunk he was drunk enough to not be embarrassed about it, pulling you closer, less gentle now, until you pulled away. you just wanted to change positions, get into his lap because this was awkward, but your best friend immediately pulled back, looking at you worriedly, as if to ask if he’d crossed a line.
that worry disappeared when you got into his lap and straddled him, tired of the weird angle you’d been in before, your butt pressed against whoever sat next to you on the sofa, and mingi seemed delighted about this turn of events. his mouth was back on yours in a heartbeat, hands on your waist, pulling you tight, and by the time he’d moved to your neck you were more than aware of the fact that he had a boner. for some reason that only made you pull him closer, rolling your hips, even though you knew that this was where you should have stopped.
you didn’t stop there, and you didn’t stop when he asked you if you wanted to go to his room, and you didn’t stop when he gingerly took off your dress, and you didn’t stop when he left your entire chest covered in purple - you’d managed to give him his fair share of hickeys, too, by this point -, or when he proceeded lower, or when he painted your thighs purple as well, or when he took off your underwear, or when you felt him kiss you at the opposite end of where he’d put his mouth just minutes prior, or when his nose nudged at your clit, or when you got to experience first-hand just how long his fingers were, or when you buried your hands in his hair to keep him there when he got worried by how quiet you were (you weren’t the type to be loud during sex, and this action told him all he needed to know about whether you were enjoying this or not), you didn’t stop it when he drew the first moan of the evening out of you with his tongue, or when he decided he needed your juices for dessert, and you did quite the opposite of stopping when you grabbed his crotch - why was he still in his pants, anyway? -, pulling at his pants impatiently until they joined the rest of your clothes on the floor and he looked at you with an expression you’d never forget, you grabbed his dick and were embarrassed by how small your hands were in comparison, convinced you’d suck at this because you couldn’t even fit the entire thing in your hand, had to work with both hands, but if his sounds were anything to go by you had no reason to be embarrassed. where you were quiet, mingi was vocal, and it made you want to do better. so after his thighs had gotten the adequate attention you decided that it was too late to stop now anyway, and you took him in your mouth - as much as would fit, anyway - and you gave him a blowjob, mingi displaying admirable levels of self restraint as he kept himself from bucking up into your mouth, up until the very last moment, cumming into your mouth but still controlling himself enough to not make you choke on his dick, and you appreciated that, because you weren’t stupid and you’d noticed how the muscles on his thighs were incredibly tensed, twitching every now and then. he definitely wasn’t that drunk, you were sure.
and he was still the kind, caring mingi you’d befriended, taking a moment to calm down before he gave you a quick kiss and went to the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and a couple wet wipes, cleaning up after the two of you while you got to get rid of the taste of cum in your mouth, throwing one of his boxers your way and putting on underwear himself, before collapsing on the bed and pulling you close to his chest. and then you fell asleep.
and that’s where you are now. or, more accurately, where you’re planning to return now after your trip to the bathroom that confirmed that you did not, in fact, just have an incredibly graphic wet dream about your best friend. bourgie brat has a small toilet in his room, something you usually tease him about but that you’re now incredibly grateful for. you don’t exactly want to meet anyone else - having to face mingi after all of this is bad enough.
you hope he’ll tell you that this doesn’t have to mean anything, that you’re still friends, just friends, but when he tells you exactly that upon your return you feel your stomach sink. and again you wish you’d drunk so you could pretend you were hungover, rather than hurt by the thought that to your best friend this was what you’d assumed it was, a one-night stand and nothing to worry or think about.
you nod, sit down on the bed while mingi goes to scavenge for a pair of pants that might fit you, throwing you some clothes before getting dressed himself.
and then he asks if you want to get breakfast, to which you just nod, and you don’t even realise that something’s off when he offers to make you pancakes. mingi never cooks.
you eat your pancakes sullenly, trying not to let him notice anything, and he’s too deep in his thoughts to be aware of your unusual silence. that is, until one of his flatmates comes into the kitchen, sees mingi making pancakes while his neck and thighs are bright purple and so is your neck, and decides to make a joke that isn’t at all funny.
“so either the sex was really good and you’ve got him on his best behaviour now, or the sex sucked and he’s trying to make up for it.”
mingi’s “shut up” gets interrupted by your “we didn’t have sex” - which is technically true, you rationalise with yourself, because usually people think that sex is p in v, and that didn’t happen, so you didn’t have sex and you don’t have to feel like a pathetic one-night stand -, and instead of getting mad at his friend the cause of your messed up feelings now looks at you completely baffled, his eloquence entirely gone as all he finds the words for is: “what?”
it’s fairly clear that something is going on here and that that something maybe isn’t meant to be broadcasted to everyone around, so you’re left alone, mingi still incredulously looking at you even after the two of you are alone in the kitchen.
“don’t look at my like that”, you tell him when you can’t bear it anymore, “you said we should just act like this didn’t happen so that’s what i’m doing.”
“no but i didn’t mean it like that”, he replies, even though he doesn’t even know how he meant it. he just said what was expected of him in that situation, really. he didn’t have the time to think about it. as long as you’re still friends.
“then how?”, and your poor pancakes have to deal with your hurt feelings as you reduce them to the particles everything in this world is made of.
“i don’t know”, he admits, and you sigh. you should have expected this. what did you think would happen if you fuck your best friend? because even if you’re trying to deny it, even to yourself, that’s what happened.
“yeah.”
you don’t have much more to say to that, continue angrily eating the pancakes he made for you, and he stands there, helpless, not sure what else to do so he just mass-prodcues more pancakes, anything to keep him at least a little busy.
by the time you’re done with your breakfast an impressive amount of pancakes is waiting for whoever wants them, because mingi isn’t about to eat until he knows if he’s messed up your friendship, and he isn’t about to discuss that in the kitchen. so he suggests that maybe you should talk, about, you know, in his room?
and there you are, sitting on his bed, an awkward air surrounding the two of you, until he says: “sorry. i shouldn’t have started anything.”
because obviously what’s wrong is that this happened in the first place, right?
“you were drunk. i should’ve stopped you. should’ve known that i shouldn’t have come to your room with you when you’re drunk. i should’ve made sure you won’t regret this.”
because obviously he just did it because he was drunk, right?
“you asked me like every two minutes if this was fine. and i wasn’t like, completely shitfaced drunk, just enough to get my head out of my ass and finally-”
there he interrupts himself. because obviously you’d never want to hear how he really feels about you, right? because obviously you want to just go back in time and prevent this so you can go back to just being friends without anything awkward and in-between going on between you two, right?
but he can tell from your expression that you’re about to argue, about to blame yourself even more and the last thing he wants is you thinking you took advantage of his drunk state when it very much had been him who’d almost dragged you to his room, so he decides you being mad at him for tricking you like that is better than you being mad at yourself.
“finally tell you that i like you.”
those words drop like a needle to the floor, everything else entirely silent as you try to take in what he just told you. he’s not just saying this because he can sense you’re upset, right? he’s not just-
“and like, not the best way to go about it, but i thought hey, i can just pretend i was completely knocked out if you make any weird comments about it. didn’t think you’d start thinking you like, forced me or something. though i should’ve been prepared for that, you’re always way too worried about hurting others even when they say it’s fine.”
he smiles, a halfhearted smile, trying to be at least a little funny as he tells you that he likes you, but he fails miserably. you just stare at him dumbfounded, can’t believe what he’s saying, so he continues because embarrassing himself is better than this tense silence that follows whenever he stops talking.
“i should’ve just asked you on a date i guess but like, how weird would it be if you said no? like that would’ve been so awkward, be honest.”
as if this isn’t. but it makes you smile, frees you from your frozen state, and “yeah, it really would’ve”, you admit, and when he hears that you’re still talking to him he mentally lets out an exaggerated, cartoonish “phew”, because really, he’d been convinced you’d just ask him when you should return his clothes before leaving and not coming back ever again.
“but this is super awkward too”, you add.
he lets out a short, huffed laugh, because it sure is, but it seems like the ice is broken now and you can actually talk about what happened.
the first thing you say is that you don’t regret anything, that it didn’t, like, suck or anything, as if you needed to specify that with how both of you looked, and then you apologise for acting weird this morning.
“i have a question, though. i’d say feel free not to answer but i actually really want you to answer.”
an awkward laugh from your side and the sound of blood rushing in his ears on his.
“you said that you like, kind of wanted the party to end up this way? but then why’d you tell me to just forget about it? did i like, suck?”
you know that isn’t it, that it’s not that you gave him a bad blowjob, but you are scared that he changed his mind after having seen you like that, naked and vulnerable and horny, and that he decided that he isn’t actually into that kind of stuff. into someone like you. that the idea he had of being with you was much better than reality turned out to be.
but that isn’t what happened, and even though he’s embarrassed he decides that he might as well. it’s not like it can get worse, really.
“well i mean, it looked like you got caught trying to sneak out when i woke up this morning, so i kind of just short circuited and said what they always say in the movies. like, we can still be friends, this was just a mistake, a one-time thing, whatever. this doesn’t change anything, you know the gist. as long as it gets you to not like, block me and tell everyone i have a small dick, i would’ve told you whatever, really.”
you nod, “mmh”, thinking of what to reply, but he doesn’t like the thinking pause, apparently, because he goes on to tell you: “actually i was kind of hoping to ask you out if that’s what you wanted to get at with that question. but like, it didn’t really seem like you wanted to hear that, you more looked like you’d just seen a ghost or something. so i decided to play it safe. sorry if that like, upset you.”
you know he’s serious, that he’s genuinely sorry and that it’s just the situation that makes everything awkward. and you appreciate that he even told you, because if you’d been in his place you’d probably have come up with the stupidest lie ever.
you don’t really know what to reply, though, kind of overwhelmed by it all, but you know he’s anxious and you know it’s not fair to just be silent and make him do all the talking. so you say the first thing that comes to mind, which is: “take two?”
he looks at you bewildered, even as you walk towards his little toilet, and now it’s your turn to feel anxious.
“you should go to bed if it’s gonna be authentic.”
because that’s exactly what he needs to hear in this situation. this certainly wasn’t your brightest moment.
“if what’s gonna be authentic?”
he looks so lost that you feel sorry for him.
“like, you can, uh… ask me out again?”
those last words are said in the same breath, hurriedly, because it’s embarrassing and you don’t want him to tell you that he doesn’t want to, but you know you have to say it.
“oh. okay.”
his reaction is a little underwhelming,but you get it. this is weird. the entire day has been weird so far. and in a funny twist of events, the fact that you sucked off your best friend isn’t the weirdest part of it all.
you take a deep breath, walk into the bathroom and then out right after, and you’re surprised to find that mingi actually went back to bed. he’s dressed this time, but you still remember how he looked when you first woke up, and part of you wishes you just hadn’t gotten up.
“uh, good morning”, he mumbles, then shakes his head.
“i mean, come here?”
he pats the space next to him and you tentatively walk towards him, still unsure where this will go even though he’s basically already spelled out his intentions for you.
“do you want to, uh, hug?”
why he’s more shy about asking you to hug than he was about telling you to cum on his face will probably remain a mystery forever.
you scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you to his chest where his heart beats against your forehead, faster than you think it should. he seems aware of it, too, because he chuckles, embarrassed, “i get nervous when asking out pretty ladies”, and that joke - or whatever it was - seems to be what gives him the courage to actually get to the ‘asking out’ part.
“so, uh, do you want to go on a date? or two, i mean. as many as you want. i guess i’m asking if you’d consider dating me? not right now, no pressure, just whenever. like, an interest check?”
the more he says, the weirder the things he says get, but you appreciate that. it tells you he’s serious in what he says.
and you’re serious, too, when you say that yes, you do want to go on a date or two, and that you’d like to pre-order girlfriend benefits.
your way of phrasing it is possibly the worst way you could have phrased it, but mingi seems delighted, a smile lighting up his features that makes your stomach do flips, and you can’t help but smile as well.
“do you want a pre-order benefit? like, an exclusive gift, i guess those are still a thing, right?”
then he puckers his lips and you can’t help but laugh, and he laughs too, until you shut him up with a peck. then he looks like he just saw jesus in drag, shocked but not unhappy about it.
shocked enough to forget that he was supposed to give you a pre-order gift, because he demands you to do it again, and again, and again, and that’s how you end up spending the morning. you guess you should have read the fine print when signing up for girlfriend benefits. you’re not unhappy about it, though.
number 39 or 93 (or both) with you know exactly whom. (mingles)
Mingi + never gonna give you up
fluff; friends to lovers
— Ah, this was fun! — you told Mingi once you left the restaurant after bidding goodbye to the couple you are friends with.
— I liked being your boyfriend for one night too.
You looked up at him with confusion, propping your chin on his arm, that you were holding.
— Well, fake boyfriend.
— I meant I liked the dinner.
Two of your friends in common, who were married to each other, had invited you and Mingi for dinner at a fancy restaurant that was giving discounts for couples. Neither you nor Mingi had a partner, so why couldn't you fake it to get the discount? It was your friend's suggestion and it was brilliant.
You knew Mingi for your whole life, he was the best, loveliest guy you knew, so you wouldn't have a problem with holding his arm as you entered the restaurant.
While walking to his car, Mingi cleared his throat and spoke out:
— You see, we've known each other for decades-
— No more than two — you interrupted.
— ...and I think we click very well.
— We... click? We're best friends since our mothers' uterus and you think we click?
He rolled his eyes and laughed, knowing how much of an euphemism that sentence was.
— Okay, anyway — Mingi breathed deeply. — What if we were a real couple?
You freezed on the spot, holding Mingi back with you, your eyes stayed wide, your heart was beating crazily inside your ribcage, it almost hurt. Mingi was still beside you, waiting for your answer, that never seemed to come. It felt like the time and world around you had stopped.
Except it didn't, because a harsh blow of cool wind hit you, making you shiver and embrace your torso with your arms. The man immediately took off his blazer and put it on your shoulders.
— I told you to bring a jacket, but you never listen to-
— Mingi, are you serious?
— What?
— About us being a real couple. Did you mean it like "let's date"?
He giggled.
— Is there any other way to mean it?
You shrugged your shoulders and gripped his blazer, letting his scent involve you. Having somewhat of an answer, he kept going:
— I just thought it was time to tell you how I'm feeling, how I always felt for you. And I know- I hope you feel the same way.
— Do you… like me since always?
— Pretty much, yeah. Remember when you broke up with your ex and he apologized for you two days later? — You nodded. — I made him do that. It hurt me so much to see you falling for a guy that didn't want anything serious with you, while I was ready to give you the world.
— Mingi… — you whispered, not knowing what to say next.
— I love you. And if you reject me now, I'll understand, but I'll never gonna give you up. If you want to be friends? Alright, that will hurt like hell, but I still would treat you like the most precious thing of my life. I want to be the man that will give you the relationship you have always wanted. So, please, say you understand me.
Your smile lit up his heart.
— I'd love to be a real couple with you, Mingi. I accept you and your heart.
send me a number between 1-100 and an idol (atz or svt) and I'll write you a scenario based on the songs of my old but gold playlist <3
behind the scenes: my friend said she’d slumber and i, because i am absolutely unserious, went on to say “lumber... lumberjack... lumberjohn...” and this was how lumberjack jongho was born
synopsis: other people have an office romance, but of course the biggest fan of air conditioning and wifi has to find love in the woods
you will never ever agree to go on a trip with your friends again. especially not if said friends have just entered their hippie phase and want to be close to nature and know no better way to do that than to go to a cabin in the middle of the woods, with no electricity and no air conditioning and absolutely no protection against the ruthless insects that call the forest their home and seem to love blood more than a vampire ever could. this was a horrible idea and you regret ever letting yourself be convinced to join, because you know you’re not the one-with-nature type, you’ve known this since you were a child and your father was convinced the perfect bonding activity would be to go fishing. needless to say, you found it boring, kept on complaining and the two of you ended up not catching a single fish.
when you arrive at the cabin your friends rented you have to admit, though, that maybe you were a little dramatic, because your housing does have electricity and you don’t have to shit in the forest either, contrary to what you were fearing until now. and then something happens that makes you take back every single less-than-nice thought you’ve been thinking about this trip while in the car on the way to bumfuck nowhere, and that something is a man in a half-unbuttoned flannel and a pair of denim shorts. and that man, it appears, is the one to rent out this place to whoever desires to abandon civilisation for a while.
and his name is jongho, as he lets you know while unlocking the door to let you in.
jongho shows you around and seems especially proud of the fireplace, telling your group that if you run out of firewood you should give him a call, he’ll take care of it, flexing his biceps jokingly but the way you can’t take your eyes off him afterwards sadly isn’t a joke at all. and now you almost hope that your electricity will die and some mystic happening will cut you off from all civilisation, so it’s just your friends (you choose to ignore them in your little fantasy), you and jongho.
you know not to provoke fate, though, so you quickly push those thoughts away; but not without engaging in a little fantasy of him wrapping you in a blanket and carrying you toward the warm fireplace, letting you know that in order to stay warm you’ll have to cuddle. that much you allow yourself before you return to reality.
however reality isn’t too bad either, because during the next few days jongho comes around regularly, either with some more chopped wood or with a fish he caught himself or one time he visits just to make sure everything is still okay, and the heart eyes you get whenever you are in his general vicinity are obvious to everyone but the man himself. or maybe he just chooses to ignore them. you wouldn’t be able to blame him, really, because you’ve barely exchanged more than two words - partly owed to the fact that any and all coherent thoughts leave you when he’s around and all your brain manages to come up with is tarzan and jane-type scenarios featuring him and you. that is not exactly what you want to tell him about, so you remain silent for the most part and let your friends do the talking.
you don’t even really listen when they talk, too busy admiring jongho’s voice and then getting embarrassed over how easily this man affects you, and this comes to be your demise because with your friends’ hippie phase also comes a newfound interest in “free love” and since your interest in the host is incredibly obvious they decide to set you up, telling the object of your desire that out of all of you you’re the one with the most fishing experience when he asks if any of you like to go fishing. it’s not a lie, technically, because their only contact with fish has been in pre-cooked form, but that is a detail no one finds relevant enough to mention.
and when jongho asks if you’d like to join him on a fishing tour somewhen you really can’t find it in yourself to say that no, you’d rather not.
so once more you curse your friends for your situation, except this time the presence of the perpetually flannel-clad jock - he’s a lumberjack, you’ve gathered by now - is more a reason to wail than a source of joy. because, let’s face it, you are going to embarrass yourself horribly, and you’d rather embarrass yourself in front of your friends than in front of a total snack like this. you just hope you’re not going to fall into any waters.
at least in that regard fate is on your side, because the fishing trip goes without you getting soaked, and generally goes better than you’d expected - turn out that fishing for the most part is just sitting and not being loud, and you’ve become quite good at not saying a word around jongho these past days.
maybe the success of this fishing tour made you a little too confident, though, your demise lurking just around the corner. the next embarrassment is never far; in this case it comes when you offer to help him collect all the fishing utensils but then step too close to the water and almost fall right in. you would have fallen right in if he hadn’t had good reflexes and pulled you back, towards him, and of course you land on his chest, staring at him wide-eyed and completely shocked until he gently pushes you off, your body weight seemingly no issue to someone with biceps like these.
you apologise profusely and can’t even look him in the eyes, convinced he thinks you’re just some weirdo from the city, and you’re ready to go take a swim in the lake voluntarily when you hear him laugh - anything to escape this embarrassment, anything to escape his mockery.
except he isn’t mocking you, he’s laughing off the awkward situation before he asks: “are you okay?”
“yeah, i’m, i mean, you’re the one that almost got crushed by me, so i should be asking you, uh-”
here he interrupts you.
“if that would’ve been enough to almost crush me maybe i should consider another profession.”
and again he flexes his biceps, winking when he sees you staring. okay, so maybe you have a thing for muscles. and maybe you’re not as sneaky about it as you thought.
you don’t really say another word as he walks you back to the cabin - which, you convince yourself, is only because otherwise you’d get so horribly lost -, but once there he lightly touches your elbow as if to stop you without actually stopping you. it’s enough to make you freeze in your spot.
“if you’re not too scared of ending up actually taking a bath, maybe you could join me next time i go fishing as well?”
the words don’t register immediately, and when they do you’re not sure you didn’t hallucinate them, and first when jongho says “i get if today was too scary though” with a smile that’s either teasing or masking disappointment do you realise that he did, in fact, ask you for real.
“no yeah that’s fine! i’m not scared, it’s fine!”
maybe you sound overeager. you don’t care. it’s not like today can get any more embarrassing, anyway.
his reply of “i’ll see you then!” goes nearly unnoticed, because you’re too busy staring at his smile and imagining what your wedding would be like. but he does come to see you again, two days later (now you’re glad your friends found three weeks to be the minimum time for the vacation you cursed a week ago but that you never want to end now that you have a crush), skillfully hits the last piece of wood of this chopping batch with the axe you’ve grown used to seeing him with - and makes you swoon with that - and asks you if you want to go on another fishing tour.
of course you do.
so you go to the lake again, except this time it seems like jongho wants to talk to you, albeit quietly, and you try to not sound too boring, try to not sound too much like a spoiled city kid.
you fail miserably, but he just laughs, doesn’t seem to mind, and you actually find out some things about him as well. you’d probably have found out even more if you hadn’t been so busy staring at his arms and legs and chest whenever you got the chance.
soon you get better at coordinating the staring and the conversations, because he invites you out to join him after that, too, until two days before you’re set to leave he doesn’t take you to your usual spot at the lake but instead to a small clearing, and turns out the basket he’s been carrying wasn’t food for fish but rather food for humans.
you’re surprised and don’t fully get what’s going on, but jongho is quick to explain.
“okay so uh… you like me and you’re leaving in two days so i figured i might as well take you on a date.”
he sounds confident, as if he was stating facts rather than assumptions, and that’s what leaves you dumbfounded enough to not even question it but just stutter out: “oh, uh, okay. sure.”
you’re glad it’s nothing too fancy, though, because that would have embarrassed you more than it would have made you happy, but he seems to have understood that much about you from the conversations you had while fishing. it’s just some sandwiches, some fruit, and a whole lot of water. the summer heat is cruel even in the cooling shade of the forest.
jongho tells you that he’s noticed the way you’d look at him, and since he didn’t want to be too hopeful he admits to asking your friends about his suspicions - his wishful thinking, he claims -, and those traitors ratted you out like it was nothing. you’re not sure whether to be angry or grateful right now.
he then goes on to say that he’s been trying to use the fishing tours as dates, but that’s not very romantic and also he never actually said it straight out, and he didn’t want you to go back without even trying so that’s how you got here.
“so we’re on a date?”, you ask, just to be fully sure, and he nods, though he adds: “unless you’d rather not, i mean.”
“no!”, surprised by how loud your voice is, “no, it’s… i’m glad it’s a date.”
again he smiles at you, a smile that still makes you kind of wobbly in the knees, and then you’re on a date. you wouldn’t ever have expected this kind of date, but you don’t complain, find yourself thoroughly impressed when he splits an apple in two with his bare hands and offers you one half to eat, and even more so when he picks you up with one arm while carrying the picnic bag with the other.
he puts you back down before you reach the cabin, because being caught like that would have been embarrassing and also a reason for endless teasing, though your friends find such a reason anyway when you peck his cheek on the doorstep and tell him you hope you’ll see him again the next day.
that maybe would have been forgotten after a week or so, but jongho wraps you in a bear hug that he uses as an opportunity to ask you if he can kiss you without anyone hearing, and when you confirm that he can he doesn’t hesitate at all.
you’re on cloud nine for exactly three seconds before you hear one person hollering and another three people ‘shh!’ing that person, and with a heavy sigh you pull away from him.
“i’ll see you tomorrow”, you tell him, voice laced with regret because this was so nice and you very much didn’t want to stop yet, but it appears you have no choice.
“yeah”, he says, presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves you to your fate, though he makes up for it the next day by asking if you’d like to date him for real, and when it turns out that this is just his summer job that he uses to live his lumberjack dreams and that he doesn’t actually live too far away from you you agree, grinning like an idiot from that point onwards and it’s fairly obvious what happened.
and it’s even more obvious when he, dressed in a flannel as always, takes you out on a city date, a date which ends with him bench pressing you because you were convinced he couldn’t and he was unable to accept this slight to his honour.
“so i have a hunk of a boyfriend now and you have another set of weights, i guess.”
whenever you say anything of the sorts he’s quick to shut you up with a kiss, and maybe that’s why you still say it even after you’ve hit the 100 days mark.
Anything you have to say about WIP 'kindergarteners to kindergarten teachers' will have me excited. I always love your stories where teaching shows up.
this one is with wooyoung actually! my only not mingi wip atm lskdjf
"do you want to get a coffee?", the man repeated the question you'd grown so accustomed to, but this time it didn't make you annoyed, and this time you didn't reject him, instead nodded with a small smile and then asked him if he knew a good place to get coffee since you were still fairly new in the city and hadn't cared about coffee back in kindergarten, when you'd last lived here.
"i know a place", he told you, but disappointed you greatly when he took you to starbucks instead of a more niche café that you wouldn't have found by yourself, which left you a little disgruntled, so you grumbled: "guys be like 'i know a place' and take you to starbucks."
this made him laugh, and he offered to pay for your drink to make up for the disappointing lack of niche café knowledge he had, an offer you gladly accepted, especially because your order was incredibly basic and therefore also incredibly cheap, so you didn't feel too guilty about robbing him of his last pennies.
"so", he was the one to start once you were sitting and had spent a minute or two sipping on your drinks in silence, "you're still angry about kindergarten?"
you took another sip ro buy yourself some time as you thought about what your issue was. was it his kindergarten behaviour, still? or was it something else? you didn't really know, but you assumed it was a mix of both, and told him so, too.
"i think part of me is, i guess, because you really hurt me back then. it was the end of the world for kindergarten me, to suddenly be nothing but a joke to you when you said you wanted to be my friend before. and you made some really rude comments, too. being a stupid broccoli was the worst thing to kindergarten me. but i guess now i was mainly upset that you wouldn't take my no, because you've always had that issue, except this time i'm an adult with my own agency and i can make decisions for myself, i don't need you to pressure you into my luck. so that's why i didn't like you. but i didn't mean to hurt you with my outburst, i was just... getting fed up. does that make sense?"
with this one i really didn't know what to show because it's just a lot of empty text to Build The MoodTM lskdjf but i hope this satisfies ur curiosity
that's cheating u only get one.... (no u get two bcs ily)
gänsemagd:
déjà vu. looking at him, images flashing in front of your eyes. colours, shapes, people, none of which you could identify but all of which felt incredibly familiar, familiar to a point of discomfort because you were a hundred percent certain you knew nothing about the boy you'd barely even glanced at yet whom your body reacted so intensely to. in a way, it made you want to avoid him. though, if you were honest, that might also just be because his attire screamed rich, son of a ceo or something, and you… well, you were here on a scholarship. people like him made you feel incredibly inadequate, and they reminded you of what you'd lost. reminded you of why you kept your head down, why you avoided attention, why you preferred to be as unobtrusive as possible.
(that's literally all i have written for that one lskdj but i have it plotted out)
dystopia:
their voices haunted you, every single night. you couldn’t help them. you didn’t care enough to help them. there was always someone screaming, that was just how it was. if it wasn’t you it was someone else. you were happy when it was someone else. maybe you shouldn’t be happy about that, because you knew their pain. but that was why you were glad it was them. when it was someone else then it wasn’t you, and every hour that it wasn’t you was another hour for your body to regain at least a little strength. a little will to fight. gave you that little break you needed to not just end it right away.
and
his movements when he left your bed were anxious, looking at you as if he were your prey and you were going to attack any moment, but as soon as there were a few metres of distance between you he turned around and rushed out of the room, reminding you much of yourself when you’d first met him. but now that you’d at least somewhat started feeling like you could maybe be friends somewhen it hurt to see him scared of you, even though he did have a reason. it hurt that he had a reason. it hurt that you had a reason again, too.
behind the scenes: realising that i had my writing comeback on mingi’s bday but had not even written anything for my luv… absolutely unacceptable so i put out this drabble in like an hour mingi i love u so much… anyway it’s his birthday!!! fix tf on everyone!!!!!
synopsis: when you mess up your boyfriend’s birthday cake there’s only one person who can save you. but will he win in this race against time?
@treasure-hwa tagged me to post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
not gonna tag anyone but my wips rn are:
kindergarteners to kindergarten teachers
home nurse reader
fwb!mingi
pandemic
dystopia
werewolf
rent-a-girlfriend
gänsemagd
(snapshots - this is technically finished but i gotta read thru it again now that i’ve ignored it for 7 years 😭)
behind the scenes: realising that i had my writing comeback on mingi’s bday but had not even written anything for my luv... absolutely unacceptable so i put out this drabble in like an hour mingi i love u so much... anyway it’s his birthday!!! fix tf on everyone!!!!!
synopsis: when you mess up your boyfriend’s birthday cake there’s only one person who can save you. but will he win in this race against time?
shit. shit shit shit.
you’re glad mingi isn’t home right now, both because you don’t want him to see the poor excuse of a cake you’ve managed to bake and because you know he doesn’t like it when you swear. he’s proposed a penny jar before, but when after a week you had lost more money than you had available per week he decided to have mercy on you and gave you back your money, and instead he’s just looking at you disapprovingly now whenever you swear. and you really try not to, but what was supposed to be a sunglasses-shaped artistic masterpiece of vanilla cream and chocolate instead looks like a two-year-old’s drawings come to life. and that two-year-old had horrible motor control, it seems, because if you close one eye, then the other, and then use all your imagination this might be interpreted as egg-shaped. it’s definitely not what you imagined when you started making a cake for your beloved boyfriend who wears sunglasses even in winter because they make him look “hip”. and you know his friends won’t be able to keep him busy much longer, you know he loves birthday celebrations because “it’s my day so all of you have to do whatever i say”, and that the arcade will get boring sooner or later - though you selfishly hope that it’s later, because it gives you time to try and fix your mistake.
you don’t exactly trust your own hands to fix this, though, so you call the only one you can trust in cooking emergencies - wooyoung.
“please come over right now, i think the cake is alive and if i’ve learned anything from frankenstein then it’s that i shouldn’t upset the creation of my hubris any further”, is what you tell him as soon as he picks up, interrupting his yeoboseyo because you really do not have any time left to spare. you don’t want to disappoint mingi, and though you know that he’s no stranger to cooking mistakes - as proven when he tried to woo you on one of your first dates but instead made you eat half-raw-half-burned pancakes -, but this is his birthday and even if he might not mind you know you definitely would. plus, you don’t want to give him any leverage against you, and a messed-up cake is perfect blackmailing material for an extra five minutes in bed even though you’re already late anyway.
“don’t be dramatic”, wooyoung tells you, but he agrees to come over and really, that’s all you were hoping for.
“okay, so you weren’t being dramatic”, is the first thing you hear after wooyoung lays his eyes on what once was a cake, followed by a deep sigh and you being shushed out of the kitchen because this is going to be more difficult than expected. and you oblige without protest - this is not the time to argue, and you are grateful he’s willing to help at all.
you pace the living room as you hope for the best, like someone that was late to their partner giving birth and is now anxiously waiting to hear how it went.
in your case, though, the sound that makes the heart beat faster is not a baby’s cries but rather a key being turned in your front door, and you rush to the kitchen to let wooyoung know that mingi is coming home, to which he tells you to distract him for five more minutes, then the cake won’t scare the life out of the birthday boy, at least.
so you do.
you drag him to the bedroom while telling your mutual friends to go to the kitchen and get out some plates and cups, please, knowing that once they see wooyoung they will understand the severity of the situation, and you make mingi sit down on the bed and tell him not to move while you start searching through your underwear drawer.
“baby, you know my friends are in the next room, right?”, your love reminds you, so you turn around only to roll your eyes before you continue your search.
“i’m looking for your present, silly. i know you searched through the cupboards but i also know you’d never touch my underwear without permission so this was the safest place i could think of. yes, i know you went through the cupboards. you’re not as sneaky as you think you are”, because judging by the small sounds he makes at that accusation he didn’t expect you to know.
“then show me my present. please.”
you don’t even need to look to know he’s pouting at you, just as he doesn’t need to see your face to know that you’re rolling your eyes - again.
“just a second, i forgot just how many layers of underwear i wrapped it in.”
so he waits, impatiently, while you try to drag this out, giving wooyoung as much time as possible to fix your mistakes.
you are relieved when exactly as you pull out the little gift box you hear your saviour yelling from the hallway: “what’s taking you so long? you have guests, so i hope you’re not up to anything freaky!”
“perv!”, you shout back before giving mingi your full attention. poor boy really has waited enough, and it wasn’t even his fault that everything is taking so long. it’s just you and your bad planning.
“here you go, baby. happy birthday”, with a small peck on his puckered lips.
then you watch him unpack the present.
“it’s nothing big, but…”
but he loves it. and he makes sure to tell you so, arms engulfing you and there’s no escape from his bear hug until he decides he’s had enough.
“thank you”, face pressed into your stomach, and then: “did you get new laundry detergent?”
“no?”, you reply, now unsure yourself, entirely unsuspecting of his evil plan.
because as he pretends to lift your shirt to sniff on it you expect nothing bad, but when he quickly puts his head in under your shirt you know what’s coming, and sure enough he starts blowing raspberries on your stomach, laughing as he lets everyone know that you just farted, and beelining for the kitchen since he knows you don’t want any witnesses to whatever crime you’re thinking of committing right now.
there he stops dead in his tracks, though, because what resembled a creation á la lovecraft when you left now looks like an actual cake, and a nice one at that, and though this isn’t your first birthday together it still manages to surprise him.
“baby!”, he yells out, even though you’re right behind him, still half convinced you’ll have to beat his ass for the stunt he just pulled, but he seems to have forgotten all about that.
“is this for me?”
as if it was anyone else’s birthday right now. you tell him that.
“yeah, but like, a cake? for me?”
“well, you are expected to share with us. but yeah. a cake, for you.”
and up you go, wrapped in another tight hug, one that lifts you off the floor this time, because your big baby isn’t going to the gym for nothing, and you screech in surprise.
“thank you thank you!”, jumping up and down, and you suspect that if he doesn’t stop you’ll get whiplash.
“we’re still here, you know”, yunho finds it appropriate to remind, and while you get flustered by that mingi just nonchalantly replies that they weren’t the one to make him a cake for his birthday.
thank the heavens that he doesn’t notice wooyoung rolling his eyes, too busy staring at the cake in adoration.
(you’d think the cake is dating him rather than you.)
“you owe me”, your saviour lets you know quietly, fully aware that he now has some leverage against you but equally aware that he’d never tell mingi either way because he, too, enjoys seeing his friend happy like this.
but he doesn’t need to remind you. whatever sorcery he performed in the kitchen is enough to make your boyfriend’s face light up like a million candles as he turns to you with a massive smile on his face - a smile you’d give anything for. you know.
behind the scenes: i promised this to @treasure-hwa months ago but then i simply stopped writing <3 can’t promise i’m consistent from now on but i like. exist
synopsis: ah yes, interior design, which no couple has argued about ever!
“no. absolutely not.”
you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that your pout will be enough to convince him, because really, how could he say no? how could he be so cruel, break your heart like this, crush all your hopes and dreams and ruin your future and-
“that’s unfair and you know it”, seonghwa’s stern expression a little softer now, though he hopes you don’t notice. but of course you do, the sight filling you with hope, so you push your bottom lip forward even more, almost comically much, widen your eyes even more, until your cruel boyfriend bursts out laughing.
“you look like you just saw... i don’t even know what, but definitely not anything pleasant.”
his words earn him a quiet ‘hrmph’, but at least your expression changes from whatever that was to a normal one, though now you look even more unhappy, frowning at him with as much anger as you can muster, which, considering this is your best friend of seven years and boyfriend of four, isn’t a lot.
”i just saw the man who promised he’d do anything it takes to makes me happy refuse my proposal of decorating our new home in a way that makes me happy”, you inform him, still grumpy, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute you are, surrounded by different paint samples as you frown at him, apparently not realising how adorable you look right now.
“when i said anything it takes that didn’t include mod podging wallpaper strips onto our hardwood floor boards or painting half our house in different shades of pastel pink, though”, something he has definitely not told you about when he made the promise. there hadn’t been any terms and conditions then, and you tell him so.
“because i thought it was clear!”, a weak defense before the jury and you know, know that oral contracts are just as binding as written ones and that the terms have to be specified, and even though you only know this because you’re a huge fan of watching judge judy it still counts, because the tv wouldn’t lie to you - or that’s what you tell yourself as you try to pretend that you know what you’re talking about in front of your evil, cruel, heartless boyfriend who just promised things that he didn’t intend on keeping.
“but-”, though you change your mind and ignore the logical argument, instead get out the big guns, “but it would make me happy.”
complete with a pout and a small, shaky voice. this is unfair and you know it, but you can’t be bothered to care right now.
instead you continue using methods that would never be legally acceptable but that you know work on seonghwa, and add: “and we could have a lego corner in the living room where you get to build all your stuff completely undisturbed. you can even put up some lego stuff in our bedroom! but those patchwork floors looked so cute and once we’ve settled i probably won’t ever be able to try that again, not with our floors because we have the furniture and it’d be a hassle and i mean, not on other floors either because, well, i don’t live there.”
you bend your knees slightly for the grand finale because you know he likes feeling like he has to protect you, like you are his princess and he is your big, scary knight, take a deep breath - who knows how long you might have to beg, better stock up on oxygen - and use the voice that has worked with your parents and countless babysitters and that has convinced your boyfriend before too, a drawn-out, whiny: “pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
you can see his defenses crumbling, and he’s probably tired of discussing this, too. you know the end is near, know that you’ve almost convinced him, and your final blow is the one to entirely break down the last of his tough persona.
“i mean, if you say no i guess i’ll accept that. just… i think i’ll sleep in the guest room tonight, i don’t want to drag you down with me and like it is a really stupid thing to get sad over, and i don’t want to annoy you when i sob over my pinterest board, that’d be kind of really mean and manipulative.”
though what you’re doing right now isn’t better, and you know that, so before seonghwa can say anything you quickly apologise.
“no, sorry, that was a lie, i won’t go and sob and i won’t sleep in the guest room either. i mean, i will probably be like, sad, but it’s fine, like you know i literally get sad when i see cute animals on tv so it’s not like, deep. but can we do something else now before i end up actually getting sad?”
in a way that apology makes it even worse, because now he knows you’re not being overdramatic, unlike when you told him you’d sleep in the guest room. he knows you’re being genuine, trying to let it go and probably convincing yourself it’s not actually that deep and as long as you get to have your own home with him it doesnt matter what shade the walls are or if the floors are boring. he can tell from the way you try to have a neutral expression and probably don’t even notice your lip is quivering, from the way you avoid his gaze because you don’t want him to see that you really are sad over this.
he is a weak man and he thinks that maybe pastel pink walls would do his fragile masculinity some good.
“we’ll have a shrine in the living room. where i can put my lego star wars collection. and at least some of our floor pattern i get to choose. and i don’t want the bedroom to be fully pink. any other colour is fine - within reason, disclaimer -, but if it’s pink i want some pattern or something. do you accept these terms and conditions or do we have to call in a lawyer to mediate?”
it takes a moment for you to realise that he’s serious, but once you do there’s not a trace of sadness left in your expression.
“wait, for real?”, hoping he’s not just lying, even though you know he’s not the type for that. he also isn’t the type for pink walls, so you can’t be too sure.
“yeah. but the star wars shelf won’t be pink. i have full custody over that one”, a condition you don’t mind accepting at all, and suddenly the paint samples no longer look sad to you but instead tell of a promising future. a future with your very own patchwork floor, and a lot of mod podge involved.
“we can literally center the entire living room around your star wars shelf if that’s what it takes”, you promise, too euphoric about your dream floor to realise that you just made the same mistake that put seonghwa in this situation.
soon you will realise though, because as soon as your mod podge floor and the paint on the walls have dried your boyfriend introduces you to his living room floor plan, and lo and behold, the star wars shelf is the centre of the living room, with all other furniture spreading around it as if it really was a shrine, the centre of whatever universe is contained within your living room.
but “i thought you knew i was joking!” is not a defense that holds up before the jury, and you are painfully aware of this as you accept that the lego collection will forever be the centerpiece of your living room decoration.
synopsis: Yunho and you met at an One Direction concert. Now, he's using them to declare his love (once again)
word count: 1602
date: 07.aug.2022
author's note: hello! It took me time to post something new and I'm not proud of that, but here is a Yunho story. I hope you enjoy!
— Are you really not telling me where we are going?
— That’s not fun.
You crossed your arms and looked outside the car window, enjoying the afternoon breeze on your face that softly balanced your hair, and put a satisfied smile on your lips. You weren’t mad that Yunho kept the local information from you, you could never be. You trusted him so much you would let him take you to the other side of the world.
As Yunho parked the car, you knew exactly where you were: the location of many of your dates, the hill you would go to have picnics and to do some cloud gazing or even talk inside the car. The view ahead of you was pretty, the sun was setting, painting the sky with a pretty mixture of colors. You liked the surprise.
— So? Did you like it? — he asked hesitantly. You didn’t notice, but his hands were gripping the steering wheel harder to disguise the shaking.
— Yeah — you looked at him smiling. — You know how much I love this place. Are we having a picnic here again?
— I was planning on this, so I brought a basket and all. It’s on the trunk — He pointed his thumb to the back of the car. — I will settle the place for us, but I’d like to do this alone. Can you stay in the car enjoying the music?
You frowned, finding his request a bit odd, but you agreed. As he noticed your reaction, he took your hand and kissed the back of it.
— I want to make it romantic by myself. Trust me, please.
— Don’t worry, Yun, take your time to settle whatever you planned for today.
The smile you shot his way made him even more sure of what he was about to do. With your approval, the man left the car and got the picnic stuff from the trunk and, without you noticing, quickly typed a message on his phone.
Inside the car, you were enjoying the playlist of the radio station Yunho left playing, mumbling the lyrics while you used your phone, as you decided to give your boyfriend some privacy to surprise you even more. Yet, your attention was entirely on the radio when you heard the broadcaster announce:
— The next one is for Yunho and Y/N, his lovely partner. Y/N, enjoy the song and then talk to him. He has got a surprise for you.
You could never mistake the first chords of the song “18” from your favorite boy band, One Direction, but could you have heard the names wrong? Could it be just a coincidence that another Yunho had a partner called Y/N that loved One Direction too? You thought it was possible, but not likely.
"I have loved you since we were eighteen
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved, and to be in love"
You turned the music up and sang it loud, with eyes closed and hands moving around, too into the vibe the song transmitted. At that moment, it didn't really matter which Yunho had asked this song for his partner Y/N, you just wanted to give your soul for this song, to get teary eyed because of the feeling it gave you.
— And all I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, ooh! And I wanna love like you made me feel when we were eighteen! When we were eighteen~
When the beat got softer, you opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend looking at you from outside, a smile playing on his lips. He had always enjoyed watching you giving your all to the songs you were enamored to. He signaled you to come to where he was close to the picnic setup, and you went, the car radio still playing in the background.
He cupped your face, and you kissed the palm of his hand.
— Thank you for the surprise, Yun.
— I'm glad, but it's not over — You looked confused at him, and he giggled. — Yeah, it isn't. I have a lot to say and do yet, so, please, be patient.
— A lot to say?
He nodded and took your hands to help you sit down.
— Remember how we met?
— How could I forget? It was the happiest day of my life…
— Awnt, so cut-
— Because it was my first time seeing One Direction live — you completed.
You looked at each other with serious faces and burst into laughter a second later.
— I can't believe you said that!
— I can't believe you don't know that yet! It was special for me, alright? And I didn't even know you, we got together later.
He laughed harder, however, when he managed to breathe properly, he spoke again:
— You know, I actually didn't want to go to that concert at all. But, everytime I look at you, at us, at everything we went through, I can't help but be more thankful to Mingi, that begged me to go with him.
You nodded, smiling. Mingi had told you that many times before, how he was the superior cupid and he deserved to be adored by both you and Yunho. He was right.
Yunho was crazy for agreeing with his best friend and coming along to a teen boy band concert. The place was full of screaming people, most of them being girls, but Mingi, his friend, wasn't far behind with his out of tune singing.
Then a song that one of the boys on the stage called "No Control" started. The chorus of the rather dirty song was followed by everyone doing a kind of choreography, which was weird because the singers weren't dancing. Anyway, Yunho wasn't a fan, he was vibing with the songs for the sake of his friend.
Mingi, though, was giving his all and ended up stumbling on the girl beside them, who didn't mind and just turned around to dance and scream with the boy. At first, Yunho thought it was nice how music could bring people together like that, but, on a second thought, he realized how pretty that girl was.
After the concert ended, Mingi and the girl talked and exchanged numbers because, according to her, "it is difficult to find a boy that doesn't make fun of One Direction and enjoys the music". With the arena lights on, she looked even prettier and her voice was nice, but hoarse — probably because of all the screaming —, and Yunho wasn't sure if his legs would work when he got up. He was just a teen, barely an adult, and he was having a crush, he guessed.
— And remember how you said before you wanted to play “18” at your wedding so bad? I want to dedicate that song to you. I want it to be one of our songs and to play at our wedding.
— But we haven't been dating since we were eighteen, Yunho. It wouldn't make sense.
— No, but I fell in love with you when we were, so I guess it counts, doesn’t it?
You smiled wide and looked away feeling your cheeks heat up.
— Hey, keep looking at me. The best part comes now.
Your eyebrows frowned, however, when you returned your gaze to him again, Yunho was getting something from the pocket of his jacket. A small round red velvet box.
— Yunho, is that…
— Yes, but let me do my little speech first. I have been practicing it for weeks now — His cheeks blushed adorably and his lips spreaded into a cute, embarrassed smile. You stayed silent and gave him all the time needed. He took a deep breath before continuing: — So, my love, we’ve been together for years already and not once I could think about a future without you. In my mind, you’re always there, by my side, supporting me and building a life and a home together.
Yunho left the small box on top of the picnic tablecloth and secured your hand between his.
— You’re my everything, I feel blessed to be your partner and I’m the happiest guy in the world just to be able to kiss you, to hug you, to look at you all the time. You make my heart beat faster by smiling and sending me flying kisses and I guess that says a lot about how much I love you.
You nodded, tears brimming your eyes. The man took the small box again and opened it, revealing two rings. He took a shaking breath and concluded:
— And because I love you so much and cannot not see you in my future, I wanted to ask you if I could have your hand in marriage. Please?
You chuckled and nodded probably a hundred times, saying “yes” after “yes”. He opened a relieved, wide smile and put the ring on your finger, getting confused for a moment, but deciding he put it on the correct hand. Then, you took the other ring and did the same with him.
— I got us the wedding bands we saw months ago and liked. I hope you don’t mind — he did puppy eyes.
Your hands cradled his face and you kissed him for long seconds.
— I love them. I love that you will wear one with me too.
Yunho smiled and pecked your lips once again before focusing his gaze on your eyes again.
— Since I met you on that concert, I knew you would turn my world upside down and now we’re getting married.
author's note: I wanted to write this idea I got on the same situation as reader for a bunch of idols, so I just thought it would be better to keep it undefined. Please, read, think of your favorite boy and tell me who did you think of! I thought mainly of Wooyoung (ateez) and Mingyu (seventeen)
Rush hour always got everyone stuck on the streets, despite its concept being "everyone is in a rush, going as fast as possible".
Being stuck in a bus during rush hour wasn't uncommon to you and would often upset you, but that day it didn't, since you were leaving work with the promise of a well-rested weekend, everything you wanted at the moment as your week was packed with urgency. Your tiredness paired with the quietness of the people in the bus and the soft music coming out of your earphones made it a lot easier to relax you.
Also, being stuck in a bus during that time wasn't always horrible. You liked to see the streets from above, you liked to be able to look at the other side of walls that looked enormous when you passed by them on foot and it was nicer when you got a chair to sit on.
When the bus stopped again, you let your head rest on the cold window and did exactly that. In front of you, there was an apartment building and you could see that some curtains were closed and some were open, showing life going on inside the apartment.
You could see a woman working on her laptop, a couple cuddling on the couch watching TV, a man running after a toddler with a towel in hand, a man exercising, two women showing each other their outfits and a woman talking on the phone while watering her plants on the balcony.
In a way, it fascinated you how different these people were, how they lived so close, but led such different lifestyles from each other. Your relaxed state also thought it was beautiful and it made you smile seeing how they all seemed to be content with the end of their days, be it with getting ready to go out, exercising or simply cuddling with your lover. You wished for that tranquility.
Eight minutes later, you were stepping inside your own apartment, being greeted by warmth and a delicious smell of food. You closed the door, left your shoes by the shoe rack and dropped your bag on the table you had on the small hall.
— You're home!
And, at the end of the corridor, was the person that got smiles out of you even on the worst days, the biggest reason why coming home felt so dreamy. Your tranquility.
— I cooked your favorite. Thought it was a good way to start the weekend.
You smiled and walked to him, opening your arms to get your daily welcome hug. He would always hug you, peck your lips and ask how your day was after your arrival, but every time felt as good as the first one he did that.
— My day was okay, but busy. I'm really sorry I couldn't call you during lunch hour today, I barely rested.
— No problem, I understand. Sometimes, work gets the best of us and requires all of our attention.
Then, you kissed him again, basking in his body warmth, and returned the question.
— It was alright, but I missed you.
— You always say the same thing — she chuckles.
— I'm always missing you when you're not beside me.
You scrunched your nose and giggled in response to his statement, saying he was too sappy.
— I am, but it's all your fault, you know that, don't you? — You only nodded. — How about you take a shower while I finish things in the kitchen, then we can eat?
— Just another minute, please — you murmured against his shirt and heard his soft, agreeing hum.
So you stood there, in the middle of your apartment, hugging and rocking side by side very slightly. And if this was a movie, the last scene would be the camera filming you two and going out through the window, zooming out, to capture the different lifestyles going on inside the other apartments that had the curtains opened.
synopsis: it's a big change for you both, but Mingi can't let you take his heart away this easily.
word count: 669
author's note: for @mingkily . Happy birthday, my love, I hope you have a day full of smiles and hugs 💕🥳 enjoy this simple, but caring, Mingi!
The smile spread on his face was as beautiful, cute, excited and kind as always, and even noticing the lack of one on your face, he kept smiling when he held both your hands and swung them.
— Hi — honey dripped from his voice. — What did you want to talk about? It sounded important.
You stayed in silence for long seconds, watching his joyful expression fade a little with the lack of an answer, but his eyes were still focused.
— Won't you saying anything? Was it just a little lie to see me? — Mingi tried to make you laugh, but it didnt work. — You're worrying me.
Courage. Be brave. It's better like this.
— I want to break up.
The joy and tranquility left his face in a blink of an eye.
— What?
— Our relationship. I want to end it.
— Wh-Why? Have I done something you didn't like?
— No, it's not you, Mingi — you were quick to cup his face. — You're perfect.
That sentence made the boy confused and mad. The last thing he wanted to hear was the cliché "it's not you, it's me". He wanted and deserved plausible reasons. Mingi pushed your hands out of his face or else he wouldn't be able to concentrate on what he had to say.
— Why then?
You sighed and hugged your own body, lightly pinching your arm flesh.
— I got an opportunity to study and work abroad. I applied and got it, now I have to move in thirty days.
— I... I didn't know you had applied for that.
She squeezed her arm and looked down, avoiding his gaze at all costs.
— Yeah, I didn't tell anyone.
You expected anything from him, you expected shouts, you expected tears, but you never expected the words that came out of his mouth:
— Congratulations, my love! I've always knew you were capable of anything and I'm sure you're gonna rock this job and study. But, still... I don't see how that's a reason for us to break up.
— It's far, many hours of difference and it's for indeterminate time, I might even stay there or go somewhere else. I don't want to stuck us in a distance relationship, without time for each other or the physical touch we both love — you smiled sadly. — We would be vulnerable to fall for someone else and I don't judge it... it happens.
You shrugged your shoulders, a knot inside you threatening to explode and make you tear up.
— I only have eyes for you — his full lips were already formed into a pout.
— I only have eyes for you too, Mingi. It will be difficult to get over it, but I'll be better like that.
He looked around, thinking about the situation and trying not to lose his mind.
— So I'll go with you.
You denied shaking your head side by side quickly.
— This is your place. I can't make you leave your life behind because mine is changing.
The man took your hands again and brought them to his chest, unconsciously warming them.
— My place is whenever you are. Being beside you is more important. There are other jobs, other houses, but only one heart and I can't let you take mine away like that.
— It can be very hard. Don't make precipitated decisions.
— It's not precipitated. I think about being with you, living with you, having a life beside you almost all the time and I want to grow with you. I don't want that what we have turns to ashes, to just another memory of an ex from when you were young.
— Mingi...
— What you're asking from me is too much, sweetheart. I can't let you go away like that.
The man cupped your face like you did with his moments ago and joined your foreheads, whispering:
— Don't let me go. I love you.
Finally, the knot inside you snapped and your eyes filled with warm tears, that spilled down your face and onto his hands.
— I love you too. Don't let me go alone, please.
He smiled just as when he got there, pure joy filling him with the outcome of the situation that he could barely contain it.
— We need to pack! I need to find a job there! I bet I can get a nice one! Do you have a house there already? Wait, where is there?
You laughed and hugged him by the neck, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist. As you got cozy in each other arms, warm bodies pressed together, you were glad by whatever made you and Mingi cross paths, because now you were more sure that your paths would be the same for a very long time and this walking beside him would be the best you could have asked for.
synopsis: a movie marathon that got the young couple sleeping and forgetting that she should be home by 20:30.
word count: 1467
author's note: hello! Happy birthday to my beloved Seonghwa, even if we will never meet, I hope he feels all the love so many people are sending to him
The cellphone rang on the nightstand, distracting the lady from the old TV show reprise playing. On the screen, the name of his son's girlfriend's mom glowed. Since the woman didn't use to call her - and never on late nights -, of course she got curious and puzzled by the call.
— Who is? — asked her husband, who was dozing off beside her.
— Y/N's mom — she accepted the call. — Hello, Mrs. L/N!
"Hello, Mrs. Park! I'm so sorry to be calling you at that time, but I'm worried about Y/N."
If she hadn't mentioned it, the other would had still noticed because of the frantic voice on the other end of the line.
"I've been trying to contact her for more than an hour now, but she saw none of my messages and picked up no calls. Seonghwa told us he would take her back home at eight thirty, but it's almost ten and we have no news from them. So I called you to know if they left home and something happened or if my daughter is still there."
While she talked, the boy's mom left her bedroom and walked to the living room, seeing the TV on and the couple on the couch.
— I understand your worry, but they didn't leave home. Actually, I'm looking at them now and, apparently, they fell asleep during the movie — she chuckled at the scene. — I'm sending you a pic because they are so cute.
She heard a relieved sigh on the other end, smiling fondly at that.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Park! My husband is going to pick her up-"
— Oh, no, don't worry! She looks comfortable here and it's quite late for your husband to leave home anyway. She can sleep here this night, it's no problem.
"Are you sure? I don't want her to bother."
— Bother? — she laughed quietly, walking to the kitchen to not disturb the youngsters' sleep. — She's never a bother. She's a lovely girl and we love having her around, she keeps Seonghwa well mannered all the time.
The other woman laughed too, agreeing on the plan, thanking her and wishing her a good night.
Mrs. Park went back to the living room, seeing the couple sleeping on a seated position, her head on his shoulder. She nudged her son, that whined in response, but opened his eyes slowly.
— Mom? What happened?
— You fell asleep with Y/N on the couch. Take her to your bed and come back to sleep on the couch.
— What time is it?
— Almost ten.
— Damn, I should have taken her back home at eight thirty! — he gave signals of standing up, but he quickly realized the presence of the girl laying on his shoulder and held her head there.
— It doesn't matter now, I told her mom she will be sleeping here. So take her to your bedroom and sleep on the couch for tonight.
His lips formed a small pout, but his mom quickly denied his silent pleading. No sleeping together in the bed because he hadn't asked if she was comfortable with that before and her parents could be mad at him. His pout intensified, but he agreed and picked his girlfriend up bridal style to take her to his bedroom. She instantly rubbed her face on his neck, getting comfortable, and he would squeal over the cute action if his mother wasn't right there, watching them.
Getting to the boy's bedroom, the woman pulled the sheets for her son to lay the sleeping girl. Thankfully, she was wearing comfortable clothes and, therefore, they wouldn't have to worry. Seonghwa kissed her forehead and covered her with the blanket. Outside the room, his mother gave him another blanket and a pillow.
— Thanks.
She smiled and kissed her son's forehead, needing to get on her tiptoes for that.
— When did you grow up that much, huh? Goodnight.
Seonghwa chuckled and went to the living room again, preparing the couch for a good night of sleep. His clothes had a faint smell of his girlfriend and that made him sleep with a smile.
When the girl woke up, she spent a minute trying to figure out where she was, but when she looked around and saw neatly placed Star Wars Lego toys, she knew she was in Seonghwa's bedroom.
She was in Seonghwa's bed.
Embarrassment ran through her body, warmth spreading on her face, that she cupped and tried to cool down. How did she end up there? Were his parents aware of her presence during the night? The girl hid her face on the pillow and calmed down a bit when she inhaled the scent coming from it. It was familiar. It took her five seconds to realize it was Seonghwa's scent that she was inhaling without shame.
She got up and ran to the bathroom discreetly, quickly washing her eyes and mouth. How would she face his parents?
With hesitant steps, she went to the kitchen, where she could hear their voices talking and kitchenware noises.
— Good morning — her small voice made herself noticed.
— Oh, good morning, dear! Did you sleep well?
She nodded and thanked the woman.
— I'll... call my parents so they can pick me up.
— No, no, have breakfast with us. Your parents know you slept here, I told your mother you fell asleep during the movie. So they are probably not expecting you to call so early. Join us.
— Ah, alright. Thank you so much for letting me stay and telling my parents! — she bowed and took a place by the table. — Do you want any help?
— You're our guest — Seonghwa's father answered.
— That doesn't mean I can't help around, sir. In fact, I owe you two for taking care of me.
His mother laughed, while pouring the pancake mix on the frying pan.
— I would say you only owe us for making Seonghwa.
The girl nodded, chuckling, then asked how she could repay for that.
— Well, you already do, actually. You keep him so well mannered all the time and you make him happy. That's all a mother could want for her child.
Before she could say anything else, the man's voice interrupted her:
— The pancakes are almost ready. Would you wake Seonghwa up, please?
— Sure! — she walked to the living room, the corners of her mouth stretching up the closer she got to the sleeping figure of the teen boy she loved. — Hwa? Hwa, wake up, hm? There's pancake.
Apart from grumbling, he barely moved. Seonghwa looked the most handsome even sleeping. His pouty lips, the messy black hair, the thick eyebrows frowning slightly and the cute blush spreaded on his cheeks. She wanted to see him waking up every day of their lives.
— C'mon, Hwa, breakfast is ready — she patted his cheek lightly, enough to bring the smallest discomfort that would wake him up. It worked because five seconds later he was sitting on the couch, face all frowned and hair pointing everywhere.
— Morning — his husky voice said, and he lazily opened his arms. As a magnet, the girl took a step forward and hugged him, his face pressed against her tummy and her hands combing his hair.
— I can't believe I slept here, on your bed — she murmured after a few seconds of silence.
— Was it awkward for you? — his voice was muffled by her body.
— A little — she giggled — smells a lot like you, so I slept well.
He laughed, making her body tremble.
— I'm sorry for not taking you back home on time. Your parents were probably so worried.
— Your mom told me she talked with mine yesterday. They'll probably be a little angry with me, but that's all.
Seonghwa pressed his chin to her body and looked up to her with puppy eyes.
— What if they make you break up with me?
The girl laughed and booped his nose.
— I would never.
— Promise?
— Promise.
— Kids, breakfast is ready — the boy's father called them from the kitchen, interrupting the sweet moment.
— I'm coming, need to wash my face — Seonghwa answered and got up to go to the bathroom, but not before giving his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead. — My father is scolding me in a few minutes for what happened, I have to prepare myself.
She chuckled and took his face on her hands, pecking his lips very quickly.
— I'll be by your side. Don't worry.
She came back to the kitchen, taking the plate that was offered by Seonghwa's mom and unable to keep her smile away.
"stop!" mingi runs to stop you, hands extending in front of you with palms widened. "it's valentine's.." he mumbles, and the students start taking interest in the conversation you could've just had quietly. "mingi.. we can talk rig—," mingi cuts you off with a shush, almost glaring at you. taken aback, your eyebrows furrowed as you wait for him to say something. "no. if i drag this longer, i am more than sure my courage and confidence will deteriorate." you sigh, smiling awkwardly as mingi inhaled and exhaled, and you could see how his heart beat through his chest already. he thinks that this time, he will be straightforward, unlike the last time where he beat around the bush asking you if you can get coffee with him after class... on an exam week, which resulted on him getting rejected. or maybe you got the hint, and just totally rejected him, but it doesn't matter, because he wants to redeem himself. this time, he'll ask you on a date, a real one.
"one date." mingi looks at you with so much hope in his eyes, and with the word date, your ears perk up, along with the supportive hollers of your schoolmates. "i just need one date with you, please don't reject me... again," he mumbles and looked down, earning a chuckle from you as you found him cute. despite the man's height, he acted like there was a five-year-old kid trapped inside him. "so, you think you could woo me with just one date?" you smile, craning your neck at him for him to look at you. he looks up with eyes shining at your response, his smile slowly growing. his hand flies on the rose in his back pocket, handing it to you. "absolutely," he confidently lets the word slip out of his lips, internally squealing when you got the rose out of his hand.
"fine, be my valentine and woo me with your one date. i'll think about the other times," you wink at him, walking over to his side to start letting him take you to where he wanted to take you, even if it was to the ends of the world.
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