Title: let’s go wild (’cause our night’s getting hotter)
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol/Yoon Jeonghan
Word Count: 1105
Warnings: CNC omegaverse fic wher the alpha uses alpha voice to force submission from the omega.
Summary:
The pack property spans several hectares of woods, and Jeonghan is careful to only set traps in it the week leading up to his heat, just in case one of his pack members decides to go wandering in the woods. They know better than to wander the woods when Jeonghan’s preparing for his heat, though. It’s a maze out there, a puzzle only Jeonghan knows the answer to.
Created for Snapshots Bingo / Square Filled: Mind Control
NEW FIC - A straight guy walks into a gay bar and comes out
Chapters: 1/1 (3033 words)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: n/a
Relationships: Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Kim Mingyu/Yoon Jeonghan
Additional Tags: Not K-Pop Idols, Drunk Kim Mingyu, Kim Mingyu Has Sexuality Realizations, Sweet Kim Mingyu, Mistaken Identity, Gay Bar, Established Seungcheol/Jeonghan, Drunken Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Embarrassed Kim Mingyu, Yoon Jeonghan is a Little Shit, Choi Seungcheo is Whipped, Polyamory Negotiations
Summary: Mingyu has a bad date and, more than a little bit drunk, wanders into a pub which is hosting some kind of show. He meets a beautiful woman - or so he thinks - and embarrasses himself a little.
WIP fic in the “only in excess” universe
jeonghan/s.coups/joshua
95z vampire!au
summary:
After surviving centuries of battle, bloodshed, and betrayal with Jeonghan by his side, Seungcheol has learned to be cautious about good things. Joshua is becoming the dangerous exception.
preview:
A snarling creature barrels through the dark forest, headed straight for Seungcheol. Before he can even reach for his weapon, a silenced bullet whizzes past his ear.
Thunk.
The deer collapses, twitching feebly on the ground. The shot had gone right between its eyes, its open mouth fanged and foaming. A bite from a desperate vampire had turned this animal feral, attacking anything and everything to sate its newfound thirst.
Jeonghan lowers his pistol. With a sigh, he sinks to his haunches.
“Dizzy?” Seungcheol asks, staking the deer with one swift stab before it can reanimate. The carcass shrivels to a husk.
“A little,” Jeonghan says. His eyes, ears, and nose are so keen as a vampire, he could nail a moving target 100 meters away — but those same gifts leave him with an absurdly sensitive disposition. Karma, as Seungcheol likes to call it. “I think I might be anemic. Should I go see a doctor?”
“Oh, definitely. I bet they’ll even let you stay for free so they can study you in a lab.”
“As long as I get to lie down while they do it.”
Seungcheol sets a hand on Jeonghan’s nape, massaging a pressure point with his thumb. “Can you survive a little longer? If you’re feeling too pathetic to help, I can find you a nice log to crawl into.”
Jeonghan frowns up at Seungcheol. His hair has spent the past two hours trying to escape from its ponytail, which only makes him seem more unhinged when he says, “We’ve scoured this forest. There’s not a single decent log around here.”
A Jeonghceol Domestic AU where they live in suburbia with their six year old son Chan. Jeonghan is an active member of the PTA, a soccer dad and chauffeur, and a supportive parent all around. His loving husband cares deeply for his passions and will follow him to the end of the world if it keeps him and his family happy. Follow their journey as they get caught up in fun and zany adventures when they fall outside of the guide lines of your average neighbor. Don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I want to see how many different domestic prompts I can get out of this AU before I run out of steam.
First Chapter
Previous Chapter
In the distance there’s a slight hum. A dull whirring that stays on one continuous pitch like a nagging drone. It’s one you can ignore for a bit. It’s there, but your mind just hasn’t noticed. It’s the kind of sound that doesn’t grab your attention right away, not until someone points it out.
But then that hum grows louder. It gnaws and grates on your eardrums like the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard. It gets closer and more forceful, invading the peace you once had. And then it’s right by you, white noise drowning out anything but the sound of that obnoxious, throbbing hmmmmm.
Landscape Monday.
It is u͟n͟a͟r͟g͟u͟a͟b͟l͟y͟ Jeonghan’s most hated day of the week (underlined and bolded). Just thinking about it brings a pounding to his skull.
Monday is the chosen day that the entire neighborhood alights with grass cutting, weed whacking machinery. Their purpose is to shape up bushes, trim hedges, even out lawns, and get on Jeonghan’s last nerve apparently. It begins at 8 am every Monday. The quaint little suburban neighborhood they live in is punctual with its activities (unfortunately for him). Even down to the form and fashion of their grass cutting techniques, they strive for perfection.
A company is hired to maintain the “artistic integrity of higher living” they say in the monthly newsletter taped to their door. But Jeonghan knows that’s only code for “we need to appeal to the market”. And although grateful that he doesn’t have to drag the lawnmower back and forth with the summer sun burning his fair skin, Jeonghan absolutely despises the existence of this company for the sole reason of them ruining an entire morning for him. Once. A. Week. Maybe if they didn’t begin their work before he’s fully had time to relax from the morning rush of dropping Chan off during the school year. Or if they’d not take hours upon hours (late afternoon and they would still be going strong) to finish.
But here he is. In bed. Groaning for the fourth time since he noticed the damned buzzing.
“I forget… this is why I don’t take Mondays off.” Seungcheol can’t ignore it either. His hand drags down his face making his frown droop.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes open. The frozen scowl on his own face can’t be masked no matter how hard he tries. Looking at his husband, he doesn’t seem to be holding up much better. Jeonghan’s always wondered how his pout can be so permanent even when he isn’t actively trying to convince someone to do something for him. It’s cute and maybe he wants to reach out and poke his puffy cheeks but he won’t. Instead, he lays on his stomach with half his face buried into the pillowcase.
Seungcheol stretches on his back. He stills after his joints pop a few times and turns to eye his husband. He looks just as groggy.
“Do they do this—”
“Every Monday.”
The humming began to grow quieter as if the growling monster was stalking away. They both relax into the bed, sighs matching each other.
Seungcheol rolls himself on his side mimicking Jeonghan’s position. He cradles his head in his own arm and nuzzles into it. Even if his eyes are squinted and sleep ridden, Jeonghan thinks they look pretty under the orange stream of light beaming through their sheer curtains. His long eyelashes are like fans as he blinks once, twice. Even the crust in the corner can’t deter Jeonghan from staring quietly at him. It was almost romantic as they lay in peace, the low buzz complacent in the furthest crevice of their minds.
Brum-Brum-Brum-brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Jeonghan is transported straight back to hell, temporary silence long forgotten. No dewy brown eyes, big sweeping lashes or faint orange glow can distract him from the engine of a small motor winding back into full fruition. The metallic clang clashes with the thwip of the wire and the machine sputters to life. He can almost picture the exact scene with how LOUD they grate on his ears.
Jeonghan presses impossibly close to Seungcheol. Their legs naturally intertwine like missing pieces of a puzzle finding their purpose. His head steals the fold of his husband’s arm bringing their morning breathed faces too close for comfort. And then Jeonghan is pulling a stray pillow from somewhere behind him to shove against the other side of his head. Like this, he is sandwiched between Seungcheol’s arm pillow and an actual pillow and the sound goes muddled.
It does for a bit anyway. The sound cuts through his pillow like the weedwhacker does the grass. It sounds like the person cutting it is simply there to play a game of charades like he’s in the newest Star Wars movie swooshing his weapon through the air. He can’t believe there are actual twelve-hour ASMR videos of this noise. But also he can believe it because there are. He’s stumbled upon them once too many times while looking for clean with me motivational videos. (Also ASMR. Don’t judge him.)
Anyway, they’re not sleeping in any time today. He pushes away the pillow in frustration but stays glued to his spot, seeking purchase in the natural scent of Seungcheol and the warmth his body radiates. His chest is firm, his other arm pulling him tighter. With the arm under Jeonghan’s head and the other wrapping around his upper shoulder, the blaring of the landscapers don’t seem as bad anymore. Jeonghan snakes his arm around his waist and their cocoon of an embrace is nice amongst the background.
It’s short-lived when a seven-year-old comes hurdling—and he means hurdling into their room, flinging himself right in the middle of their pile and bumping his bony elbows into the softness of their flesh.
“It’s so LOUD!” Chan shouts, nestled now in between his parents. Jeonghan wants to comment on how he adds to the noise pollution but he doesn’t have the energy. The parents scoot apart and Chan lays defeated between them. Seungcheol starts stroking his messy hair out of his face. It’s been getting longer since summer break began. Chan still isn’t used to these Mondays since he’s usually in school at this hour.
“Well I guess it’s time to get up since none of us can sleep anyway.” Seungcheol says the words like he speaks of regret yet his expression emits the calmest of pheromones, a gentle smile turning the natural downslope of his lips upward.
Jeonghan thinks it’s okay this way too. He’s content to lay here a little longer just like this.
No reason to write this. I’m just feeling emotions~
There’s a song by Aly & AJ called chemicals react and for some reason I keep picturing it as the soundtrack of Jeongcheol’s life. It’s a song that basically describes two different people at opposite ends of a spectrum. They have differences, they have ups and downs, but by fate they’re somehow still connected.
“You make me feel out of my element like I’m walking on broken glass. Like my world’s spinning in slow motion and you’re moving too fast.” I know we joked about the new meme of the century and how Jeonghan and Seungcheol both missed the hand clap in KCON LA’s Hit performance (https://twitter.com/i/status/1163386759784198144). Not only were they meters apart but on entirely different beats. They missed this opportunity by several different means and it’s funny but also... it makes me think. Many describe this as Jeongcheol dynamics. How there is the chance between them, but their timing is off. Or they both put in effort and still somehow don’t intersect paths. This line about a slow motion world in contradiction to someone moving too quickly reminds me of the same thing. Moments when they are inches apart yet feel like they’re in two different rooms. Times where they are looking in each other’s direction but glancing right past. It’s undeniable. It was like this for a long while (to the outsider). Like they were avoiding each other or going out there way to not interact.
“The planets all aligned when you looked into my eyes and just like that, the chemical react.”
And then one day it wasn’t. Like the stars and the moon and the universe all concluded that whatever anti-magnetic field they were in was too much. They came back together like nothing had changed. No time had passed and they were just two different people living together as opposed to apart. And maybe this may sound delusional or dramatic af, but I really feel like whatever relationship they have (platonic or not) is really astronomical. There is an energy floating between them. One we can’t see, but it draws us stans to them, it draws them to each other. And all members in Seventeen are connected by some means of the universe. But for Jeongcheol I really feel it’s a chemistry that is unique and like no other. Jeonghan’s shy introvertedness against Cheol’s loud ambition. And other times it is the complete opposite and Jeonghan takes that vocal, confident role and Seungcheol is the one shying away. They really are like pieces of a really beautiful and abstract puzzle and I love both of them with all my heart. AHHHH I just needed to rantttttt.
