hii, i saw ur post abt wanting some angst fics so i decided to pop by and send in something. idk if you already read this fic yet but i really like “a love that lasts” by @petrichor-han !! its a scoups x reader fic
another rec is “war of hearts” a minghao x reader fic by @viastro ! i like both of these writers style’s, sorry i couldnt think of any more fics to rec ! but if i do ill send another ask :)
EEP thank you for these!! i will definitely check those out soon :D i need for angst fics in my life !!!
hello !! for the milestone prompt game, i would like to request mutual pining + hurt comfort + royalty with jeon wonwoo if that’s okay :) thank u !!
lots of hurt/comfort, royal aus these days, but i can't say i'm mad ^^ hopefully there's enough pining in this, i rly had to stop myself from writing too much to keep to the "drabble" word count (still went over 1k words anyway). i hope you enjoy this anon <3
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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once, twice, three times
pairing: wonwoo x reader
genre: romance, joseon royalty au, major fluff
word count: 1.3k (i must be stopped)
warnings: none! except CHEESE (so if ur lack toes and taller aunt, i'm so sorry)
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*the Dowager Empress is the wife of the deceased king/mother of the current king
Working in the palace was nerve-racking enough as it was, but you were determined to do your best for the sake of your family. As a palace nurse, it was your job to attend to the royals and nobles of the palace whenever they were ill. Additionally, you were to create medicines as directed by the royal physician, but the thing you were most excited about was the access to the royal archives. Hundreds of books and boundless knowledge were now a short walk away from the medicinal hall you spent your days in.
It was just another day in said hall, you were grinding herbs for the Dowager Empress’* daily tea when hushed whispers filled the air. You turned around to see your fellow nurses crowding the doorway; curious, you walked over to see what all the commotion was about. Getting on the tips of your toes, you hoisted yourself over one of their shoulders.
And there he was — the crown prince. Regal in his steps and quiet in nature, Crown Prince Wonwoo was always sure to be the talk of whoever’s path he crossed. There was no denying how handsome he was, and from what you had heard, he was as gentle as he was kind. Though he never said much, his eyes could tell you a whole story. So you heard. Suddenly the spring breeze picked up and sunlight seemed to follow his every step. Cherry blossoms fell in front of him as he walked with his hands tucked behind his back. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before.
Just then, his gaze turned to where you and the other nurses were. They bowed down to show respect, everyone but you. Your mind went blank as all you could do was stare at him, both of your eyes meeting. Before his eunuch could scold you for such blatant disrespect, you came to, dipping your head down farther than necessary. Wonwoo let out a low, quiet chuckle, his interest in you now piqued. After a few moments, you stood up again, but he was nowhere to be found. As if staring at the crown prince wasn’t enough, your heart raced at the thought of being punished for your disrespect, or worse, you’d be forced to leave.
Days passed and nobody from the royal military came to execute you or tell you your family had been killed for your insubordination, so you figured all was well. That is, until it wasn’t. You nearly dropped the mortar and pestle in your hands when you saw him standing at the doorway.
“Crown Prince, what brings you to our humble quarters?” the royal physician asked.
“I’m here to observe,” he stated, his voice deep and firm. “Don’t mind me.”
“As you wish,” the physician replied. “Get back to work, everyone.”
Your hands shook as you turned to place the mortar and pestle back on the table. Was he here to wait for another slip up? Did he want to punish you personally? You turned to see if he was still there and found him glancing at you. He couldn’t help it if he had been mesmerized by you the moment your eyes met that one spring day. His eunuch found it strange that he requested to visit the physician despite his insistence that he was feeling perfectly fine. Your image was burned into his mind and since that day, he knew he had to see you again. But of course, you didn’t know that, so you found it strange that the crown prince was “just observing.”
Once is an accident.
One day, the physician asked you to go look for some treatments for indigestion in the royal archives. You happily obliged as the archives had become your safe haven away from the chaos that could come about being in the hall all day. The smell of paper filled your nose the moment you stepped into the building. You took your time scanning the books and scrolls for treatments, but to no avail. Much of what you found were methods that had been severely outdated, but there had to be something somewhere, you thought. Finally, you set your sight on a book that might have the answers you were looking for. You reached up to grab it, only for it to be too high for you. A hand came from behind you and picked the book off the shelf with ease.
You turned to thank the stranger, but instead, your body was paralyzed. The crown prince’s chest was mere centimeters away from your nose. If it weren’t for the thick layers of his silk garments, he could probably feel your warm breaths on his torso.
“Crown Prince Wonwoo!” The eunuch’s voice carried from outside the archives. “We must go!”
Wonwoo placed the book in your hands, gave you a small grin and left without a word. The cool air inside the building did little to bring down the temperature of your burning face. You leaned against the bookshelf, clutching your chest in an attempt to still your beating heart.
Twice is a coincidence.
After that day in the archives, the only times you saw the crown prince were in passing. Despite being busy preparing for the arrival of the Chinese envoys, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. And neither could you. More often than not, you found yourselves thinking of one another. Would he be in the archives? Were you grinding herbal leaves for his grandmother? Was he taking a stroll near the Heaven’s Pavillion? Did your feet hurt from standing all day?
Later, you came to find out that the crown prince had fallen ill as a result of overworking. After the physician finished his examination, he assigned the nurses to check on the prince on a rotating schedule every few hours. The other nurses were overjoyed, but something about this made you uneasy. Perhaps it was because you were worried for him, and the idea of seeing him in pain only made your heart hurt.
When your turn came, you approached his quarters anxiously. His ladies-in-waiting let you in and you found him lying in his bed almost lifeless. His skin was pale and beads of sweat formed at the top of his head. You didn’t have to touch him to feel the intense heat radiating from his body as a result of his fever. Dipping your hands into the pail of water, you squeezed the washcloth and patted his face slowly. Your eyes followed your hands as you started on his forehead, then to his cheeks, and finally cleaning around his (very sharp) jawline and down his neck. When you finished mixing ginseng into hot water for when he woke up, you stood up only for him to reach out and grab your hand. Despite his abnormally high body temperature, his hands were freezing. Your lungs nearly stopped.
“Stay with me.” His voice was raspy.
“I have to return,” you blurted. “If I stay any longer, the others will start to wonder why I’ve been gone so long. I could get in trouble.” Palpitations took over your chest as his grip on your hand only tightened.
“Stay with me,” he repeated. “That’s a royal command.”
Surely, disobeying a royal command would land you in hot waters, so you obliged, sitting back down.
“Lay down.” His eyes were still closed and he patted the space next to him.
“Prince Wonwoo—”
“Don’t,” he raised his voice slightly, albeit weak. “Make me repeat myself.”
You sighed and lay down next to him, resting your head on your arm uncomfortably. But it didn’t matter because all you could think about was how serene the crown prince’s face looked in front of you. His eyes slowly opened and your gazes met, causing butterflies to fill not only your stomach but your chest as well.
hi!! if the milestone prompt game is still open, can i req snowed + bed sharing + first kiss with wonwoo pls <33
asdhaks;l this was such a good combo omg!! "i will go to you like the first snow" by ailee was the song that kept playing in my head when i saw this, especially knowing that wonwoo covered that song ahhh thank you for requesting this, i hope you like it :)
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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the perfect set up
pairing: wonwoo x reader
genre: fluff (?)
word count: 1k (I BROKE THE DRABBLE RULES but oh well, also it's always wonwoo who i end up writing a lot for and he's not even part of my bias line????)
warnings: kithing
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“Hey, it’s getting pretty bad out there,” Wonwoo said, pulling his fingers back from the blinds. You knew it was going to snow tonight, but what you didn’t know was that you would lose track of time talking to the man in front of you. But of course, that’s how it always went. When you were with Wonwoo, time always seemed to slip between your fingers no matter how hard you tried to grasp onto it. It was easy being with him — he made you feel comfortable and safe, and never did he do anything to make you feel like he was up to no good.
Shortly after you graduated university, you found a cushy job managing the finances for a small video production company. Wonwoo was recently hired on as a director and the two of you navigated the new environment together. Soon, he started asking you on casual “hangs,” as he liked to call it, but the tension was stronger than a simple “hang” could ever endure. Honestly? It was pure torture being in this grey state with him. You were sure he felt something more, too, but nothing ever came out of it. You ended your nights with simple goodbyes and that was that.
“I guess I should probably leave,” you mumbled. You stood up from the kitchen table where the two of you had been deep in conversation about how aliens definitely exist considering how big the universe was. Right as you were about to put your shoes on, Wonwoo cleared his throat.
“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked.
Oh. That was unexpected. “I’ll be okay,” you managed, but really, you would do anything to prolong your time with him.
“Are you sure? It’s snowing a lot.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine if I hurry.”
“I,” he began. His hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”
Being your clumsy self, you managed to choke on air when you heard his question. When you had regained your composure, all that came from your mouth was a meek, “What?”
“Um, I know it’s a bit sudden, but I just wouldn’t feel comfortable sending you home alone in this weather.” His skin was burning hot, but everything he said was genuine. The idea of you slipping on ice and hurting yourself or getting sick all because of him was not something he could live with. “You can sleep on the bed,” he added quickly.
Your heart palpitated with such noise it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying. “What about you? Where will you sleep?”
“Oh, um, I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.” It’s not like he’d never done it before.
“I… I don’t have any clothes.” You smacked yourself mentally because your mouth continued to find excuses to leave when here is where your heart wanted you to stay.
“You can borrow some of mine.” If only someone could feel the tension in the room grow stronger, they might suffocate if either of you kept this up.
“Are you sure, Wonwoo?” You were hesitant, and given where the two of you stood, something like this might only put a strain on your relationship.
“I’m sure.” His voice was firm and there was no way you could argue with him now. He let you borrow a sweater and sweatpants, both which were way too big for you. Wonwoo honestly loved seeing you in his clothes, amused as he watched you fumble with the drawstrings of his pants.
You settled into his bed, tucking yourself under the covers that lingered with his scent. “Wonwoo,” you muttered as he was laying down blankets and sheets on the floor. His eyes met yours and there was a gentle warmth that emanated from his gaze. “Thank you.”
His lips pressed into a tight smile and he nodded, turning back to his sheets. In truth, his heart was racing at a million miles per hour, but he did his best to hide it from you.
“Wonwoo,” you said again. Wonwoo turned to you, eyebrows raised and loving the way his name sounded coming from your mouth. If it were at all possible, he would put your voice saying his name on an infinite loop and dance to it like it were music. “Do… do you want to sleep here?”
Panic pumped into his body like blood flowing through his veins. He shook his head. “It’s okay, I can sleep on the floor.”
“The bed is big enough for the both of us,” you rebutted. You weren’t sure where this confidence was coming from — perhaps it was the adrenaline? Whatever it was, you simply could not stand the tension anymore. “This isn’t the Titanic, Wonwoo. We can both fit.”
Wonwoo just stood there staring at you in disbelief. This was everything he had wanted for a while, but he never made a move because he was unsure of how you felt. Or maybe he knew, but more often than not, he was second guessing himself. “Really?”
You laughed, patting the spot next to you. “Yes, really.”
A smile threatened to reveal his pleasure, but he was quick enough to suppress it and move as nonchalantly as possible into the spot next to you. You sat up and watched him get comfy, pulling the blanket over his legs.
“What?” he asked. You didn’t realize you had been staring at him for a while, and dear lord, that was embarrassing.
“Nothing.” You turned away quickly. A pair of hands found your shoulders, pulling you back into the arms of the man you’d had feelings for. This was the physical embodiment of how Wonwoo made you feel — comfortable, safe, and warm. It didn’t hurt that his broad shoulders and buff arms were incredibly comfortable to lean on either.
“Hey,” he whispered into your hair. You turned to look up at him, admiring his straight nose and his luscious lips. His eyes traversed your eyes, nose, and lips. “Can I kiss you?”
And before you knew it, you were sharing your first kiss with the gentle giant, his arms pulling you closer than you’ve ever been. It was perfect, really, the whole set up. Kissing Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm, being held by Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm, falling in love with Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm. Just perfect.
heyy, for the milestone game i got stars + enemies to lovers + body swap...wooo sounds a little tricky i hope you’re able to write one for this!
ahhhh this one was SO fun to write i literally just cranked it out just now?? definitely was nervous when i saw the combo, but then it hit me right before i needed to go to bed (it’s almost 3am rn LOL) you didn’t pick a member so i hope you’re okay w my pick ^^ anon i hope you enjoy this!
p.s. i haven't rly proofread this yet, but since it's late i'll do it tmrw after i get off work oops
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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glow-in-the-dark
pairing: jeonhan x reader
genre: angst, romance
word count: 838
warnings: swearing, name-calling
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There were few things you despised in this world, but Yoon Jeonghan had to be at the top of that list. Arrogant, manipulative, a smooth-talking charmer, and above all else, he was stupidly attractive. One sweep through his hair with his hands was enough to drive everyone insane. Everyone, including the teachers, loved him. Not you, though. You were immune to his charm. You had to be in order to fend him off and stay at the top of your game. It was tough competing with him for the top spot in the school, the two of you constantly going back and forth between #1 and #2. You would do anything in your power to destroy him.
And if there was anything you hated more than Yoon Jeonghan, it was being stuck in his body. A fucking nightmare if you’ve ever experienced one. And to make matters worse, he was stuck in your body doing lord knows what. Life could be cruel, but you had no idea it could be this cruel to throw you into the body of the man you absolutely could not stand. Besides, how the fuck did this even happen? Body swaps only ever occurred in movies, and last you checked? This was real life, not some Freaky Friday spin-off.
It had only been a week since the freak accident that caused all of this, but you yearned for the days you could be back in your body. For the most part, neither your friends nor family suspected a thing, and if they did, they didn’t say anything. Every night, the two of you would consult with each other about how to be one another — how to address each other’s families, typical mannerisms, clothing picks for the next day. It was methodical the way you two navigated this chaos, but that was expected of the top two students at your school. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, that much was true. But the more time you spent in his shoes (quite literally), the more you realized that perhaps there was a lot more to him than met your eye.
You stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered on his ceiling. What is he, five years old? you laughed to yourself. A violent buzzing directed your attention to your phone on the table.
“What do you want?” you answered the call.
“I’m outside my house,” Jeonghan whispered.
“Your house or my house?” At this point you were just saying things to annoy him.
“My house, idiot. Come outside.”
“What about your parents?”
“They’re probably asleep. Besides, they’ve never cared what I did.” Hearing him say that (with your voice) pulled a heartstring. No, you shook your head. Now was not the time for you to be pitying Yoon Jeonghan of all people. You slipped your feet into his slippers and trudged downstairs, carefully opening and closing the door behind you so as to not make a sound.
“What are you doing here?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“I found a solution.”
“For what?”
“I don’t understand how you can be the top student if you’re this fucking dense,” he muttered.
“Oh, so you admit that I’m #1?” A smirk crept across your face.
“I never said that. Anyways,” he continued. “We can go back to our bodies.”
A tension you didn’t realize you were holding in your shoulders released. “Finally,” you sighed in relief.
“But— ”
“God, there’s always a 'but.'”
“Would you let me finish?”
Never in a million years, you thought, but you nodded, indicating for him to continue on.
“We have to kiss each other.”
You could have sworn your eyes were going to pop out of your head. “Absolutely not.”
“Hey, look, if you don’t want to do it, I don’t want to do it even more.”
“Why is everything always a competition for you, Yoon Jeonghan?”
“Who’s fault do you think it is?” The neighborhood dogs started barking as a result of your very loud bickering and you both knew that was a sign for you to quiet down. “Anyways, I would never kiss you of my own free will.”
Ouch. Even if you despised the boy in front of you, it was never a nice feeling to hear that you were unwanted. “Whatever, I’m not kissing someone who still has glow-in-the-dark stars in his room,” you bit back.
“We have to unless you want to stay in my body forever.” And there was the selling point. That was the last thing you wanted was to be stuck like this. Forever. “Also, those stars help me sleep at night.”
At this point, you were bursting at the seams with laughter, riling the dogs up once more.
“Would you just shut up already?” Jeonghan’s hands found your face and pulled you in close. It was annoying how soft his lips were, how they had you craving his touch more and more and more. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, but you know what they say: the line between hate and love is thin.
Hey!! For the milestone prompt game: Love, Bed Sharing, and Snowed In with S.Coups?
i love these combos that y’all are coming to me with 🥺 snow is so romantic asdhkfjdal T^T this one makes me so soft (even softer than i already am for one choi seungcheol) and i hope you enjoy it!!
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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my only sunshine
pairing: seungcheol x reader
genre: fluff, so much fluff, established relationship
word count: 820
warnings: cursing, reference to lady gaga's infamous copypasta which mentions vomiting (but not the actual action)
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When your eyes adjusted to the grey light coming through your windows, you rolled over to check the time. 8:08 AM. Since it was Saturday, you didn’t have to go to work today. Even if they wanted to call you in, it would be impossible given the rate at which snow was falling outside your house. Closing your eyes, you tried to fall asleep again. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Your attempt at sleeping was futile, so you quietly lifted the comforter and threw your legs over the side of the bed. Another futile attempt. Something, or someone rather, was holding you back.
“Where are you going?” You always loved the way his voice sounded when he woke up.
“I’m going to make tea,” you replied to your boyfriend.
“No, don’t go,” he whined, his grip on your shirt holding you back.
“I can’t sleep.”
“I’ll help you fall asleep.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Without a moment’s notice, you were pulled into his arms, your head finding its place snug against his chest.
“Cheol, it’s snowing,” you said. He opened one eye, squinting at the bright light that reflected off the snow.
“That explains why it’s so damn cold,” he mumbled as he pulled the comforter over your two bodies. Warmth emanated from him and his breathing was slow. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Just the stress of work and school. It’s a lot.”
Seungcheol opened his eyes. The morning glow lit your face up and he had never found you more beautiful than in that moment. “Hey,” he whispered quietly. His finger brushed in front of your face and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You leaned up to look at him, taking note of the small pout he had on his face. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Considering we just woke up, no,” you chuckled. A small laugh left his lips as he poked your side.
“It’s too early for your sass.”
“It’s never too early.”
“Well, I love you.”
“Yeah?” Of course you knew he loved you. And you loved him just as much, if not more. But it didn’t hurt to hear him say it.
“Yeah. I love the way you’re so passionate about the things you love. I love the way your eyes light up when the food comes out at the restaurant, or how every time you eat, it’s like you’re experiencing a spiritual awakening.” Seungcheol ran his fingers mindlessly through your hair, stroking your head gently. “I love that you’re not just a nice person, but a kind person. Someone who is caring and patient to others, especially me. I love how cozy you look wearing my hoodies that are way too big for you.”
You tried to laugh, but all that came out was a huff of air. Your eyelids were becoming too heavy for you to keep open and Seungcheol petting your head only made you sleepier.
“I love that everyday I get to come home knowing that you’ll be here in my arms every night,” he continued, his breath warm against your head with every word he spoke. “I love that despite all my flaws, you accept me for who I am, that you help me grow and become a better person with each and every day. I love that the universe created a person who may not be perfect—”
“Hey,” you interrupted.
“But is perfect for me.” He poked your cheek, eliciting a giggle from you. “You’ve gotta let me finish.”
“Okay, okay, keep going.”
“I’m done.”
“Oh, really?”
“No.” That darn Seungcheol. He could be a brat sometimes. “I could go on for days with all of the reasons why I love you. But most importantly, I love you because you’re you. You’re one of a kind, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it—”
“Seungcheol, ew!” You poked his side, causing him to flinch and laugh from how ticklish he was.
“You know how important you are to me, right?”
“I think so.”
“Yes or no answers only.”
The corners of your lips quirked up. “Yes.”
“Good. You are my everything, my one and only, my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy~”
If you weren’t so tired, you would have been laughing up a storm, but all you could manage to say was, “You’re such a silly guy.”
“Yeah,” he replied. “But I’m your silly guy.”
And with that, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face knowing that you were laying in the arms of the most perfect man who loved you more than anything else in the world.
you really tried your hardest not to include cheol in your bias explanation and yet my number generator gave you THE MOST cheol plushie on my list. congrats! thanks for participating in I SEE UR TRUE NATURE U WACKLER <3 lub u
Thank you for participating in The CWC CLAW! You have received:
Nickleby
Nickleby just wants a hug. That's it. That's all they want in life. Just the joys of another's comfort. Plus, you can't tell me that these arms were made for anything other than hugging.
WAAAAH (ur a wackler)
i want nickelby SO BAD BUT WHY IS HE SOLD OUT
anyways, thank u for giving me the cheoliest of cheol plushies 🥰🥰🥰 i will lobe him forever and i WILL get him someday and HUG HIM EEEEEEEE
Hello! For the milestone prompt game: travel+comfort+pool with hoshi pls?
thanks for requesting, anon!! i hope you like this ^^
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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firsts
pairing: hoshi x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 723
warnings: a lil steamy at the end but that's it :)
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Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for takeoff. The plane rumbled as it began slowly moving on the tarmac. You squeezed your eyes shut and clutched the armrest for dear life. It wasn’t long before you felt a hand on top of yours, caressing it gently. Your eyes opened slowly and turned to your boyfriend, Soonyoung, who was sitting right next to you in the middle seat. He had given you the window seat because he thought you might like the view (spoiler: he was right). Lacing his fingers through yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m nervous,” you admitted to him. That much he could tell, but there was no harm in asking. His grip on your hand only tightened and he pulled your head onto his shoulder.
“I’m right here,” he said quietly as the plane started rumbling again. He stroked your head and played with your hair knowing you found it calming whenever he did that. If only he had known earlier how nervous you would be now, he wouldn’t have suggested flying nine hours to Bangkok. Maybe a road trip to Maseok would have been better, he thought.
The plane ride ended up being much smoother than the initial takeoff to which you were grateful, but you never let go of Soonyoung’s hand (except when either of you had to get up to go use the restroom). You took a look out the window, admiring the fluffy pink clouds against the burning orange sky of the morning. When you turned back to tell Soonyoung to look, he had already fallen asleep. His head was tilted back, mouth agape and drool already starting to fall from his mouth. You stifled your laughter as you took a tissue and wiped his mouth for him. Shutting the window pane, you leaned your seat back and drifted off to sleep.
You arrived at your hotel in Bangkok safely and wasted no time getting changed into your swimsuit. Soonyoung had a friend who’s uncle knew some people, which somehow led to the two of you getting a King suite with your own personal pool. You’d never experienced such luxury before, especially not with a boyfriend. But that’s how it was with Soonyoung. He was a man of a lot of firsts for you. Your first plane ride, your first trip abroad, your first time staying in a hotel room that was probably bigger than the sad little apartment you lived in by school. Soonyoung was the first person to ever treat you like you deserved the world. The first person you truly loved unconditionally. And he loved you just as much, if not more.
“Come on!” he beckoned, having already jumped in.
“You’re so impatient.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he just smiled at you, his eyes shrinking. He looked like a puppy waiting for his owner to throw a toy. You took your time easing into the water, relishing the feeling of the coolness on your skin in the humidity of the Bangkok summer. The moment you were in, he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his body. Your hands found purchase on his chest and you almost pulled them away had he not stopped you.
“You feel that?” he asked you, his gaze boring holes into your skin.
All I feel is your incredibly muscular boob, was what you thought. Instead, you shook your head.
He pressed your hand harder into his chest. “You really don’t feel that?”
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you confessed.
“My heart,” he said. “The way it's beating uncontrollably for you and only you.”
A tingling sensation spread throughout your body at his words and now your heart was racing just as fast as his, if not faster.
“I love you.” The words barely had time to leave his lips before you were planting yours on them. Your lips moved in tandem like two dancers in a beautifully choreographed performance. Soft and gentle movements soon turned into a fiery desire for more.
You broke away for a brief second, though Soonyoung clearly did not enjoy this, his lips pushed into a pout that you happened to find just absolutely adorable. “I love you, too,” you whispered, leaning back in to finish what you started.
hi!! for the milestone game i got enemies to lovers, bed sharing, and hurt comfort. could u make it with mingyu? ty!!
this one lowkey hurt me a little writing bc it made me sad aha idk why i do this to myself, but thank you for requesting!! i had a lot of fun writing this one :)) hope you enjoy it <3
this is part of my milestone prompt game! [CLOSED]
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second chances
pairing: mingyu x reader
genre: angst, ex friends to enemies to lovers(?)
word count: 599
warnings: takes place in the hospital, mention of IV, cursing
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“Leave.”
“No.”
“I said, leave.”
“I’m not leaving.”
It wasn’t always this way. There was a point in time when seeing Mingyu’s face didn’t make you see red. And maybe it wasn’t exactly his fault, but who else was there to blame? You didn’t believe in fate, destiny, or the universe. You didn’t believe in anything — not even love.
Perhaps a more accurate explanation of what happened between you and Mingyu was more a case of missed timing. If there was an omniscient, all-powerful being out there, why didn’t they let you be with the man you loved most? The answer was simple: you weren’t meant to be together. Tensions built, frustrations mounted, and your once perfect friendship with Mingyu ended in ashes, burnt to the ground in scalding flames.
Yet neither of you ever meant for it to be this way. It’s not like you asked for things to end the way they did. And it was the same for Mingyu. In fact, he would never admit this out loud, but a part of him died inside losing you. You both were young and stupid, but that didn’t excuse the hurtful things you had said to one another.
Years later, there he was, standing in the doorway to your hospital room. You’d thought that time had healed all your wounds, but the minute you saw him, an entire lifetime of pain came flooding back. Not even the painkillers that flowed from the IV to your veins could ease the aching in your heart.
“I don’t want you here.” You did your best to keep your voice firm and steady, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
“Wonwoo asked me to stay with you while he attended to a personal emergency,” Mingyu replied.
“I’m an adult, I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Wonwoo said—”
Your blood was boiling now. “I don’t care what Wonwoo said!”
A deafening silence fell upon the room. All he could do was stare at you as you looked out the window, the city lights twinkling like the stars you used to gaze at with him.
Mingyu sighed. “You should get some rest.”
“Fuck you.”
All you heard in response was the opening and closing of the door. He was nowhere to be seen . You slumped down in the hospital bed, shoving your face in the pillow to stifle your sobs.
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Sunlight trickled through the blinds, hitting you perfectly when you opened your eyes, the skin under them still puffy from your tears the night before. When you turned around, you felt something blocking your legs. Your gaze shifted to the head that was laying on the edge of your bed.
After he had left, he went to grab a drink from the vending machine, but his legs couldn’t take him any further. He found support on the bench right outside your room and leaned his head against the wall. The hospital was eerily quiet, making it easy to hear your crying despite your best attempts to stay quiet. What was he thinking, coming to see you after all these years? Did he expect you to welcome him with tears and open arms? That you’d be overjoyed to see him? Of course he regretted what he had said to you, beating himself up everyday for letting his stupid pride get in the way of his love for you.
Maybe if the two of you had just taken responsibility, you wouldn’t be hurting this way now.
But life has a funny way of giving second chances.
