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[mel-loves-kdramas]

@for-exol January's 2025 prompt challenge:  X-EXO

[wolveswithblackpearls]

Sehun ~ Lavender

“You were the lavender my bedroom vases longed for, but you deserved to stay with the crotons in my backyard.” – Sadiqua Fathima

~Admin J

[leewalberg]

Kim Minseok - Ride

[nipshy]

"ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄɪᴛʏ."

𖣂 ༄ ⋰ ✦ 𖤝…

"ɪ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ"

― 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡.

who would you guys like to see as jayce?

[miramizar]

2.XIII; Minseok

✫ image credits: x x x x x x x x x x x ✫

Summary: Side story to "You may forget but remember me".

Genre/Category: Drabble, Fairytale!AU (The Snow Queen)

Characters/Ship: Xiumin, Chen, Suho, mentions of EXO-M members

Word count: 405

AN: I made this moodboard first, because the original story has Myeon meeting everyone in a certain order and so the planned extra chapter with these drabbles goes the other way around?? And I’ve had it in my drafts since forever hahah (*ﾉωﾉ) but I’m finally posting it! ♡ I hope you like it and that you like the drabble that comes with it~ 

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Minseok’s vision had always been filled with snow, its whiteness and the coolness that doesn’t affect him something he'd come to both love and hate. Vague memories of happier moments and a sunnier place surfaces at times, although recently it’s been easy to push them away. After all, he knew he would never be fully accepted in his village, and so he’d left to find a place where his heart could rest. 

The castle he builds for himself is beautiful, but his steps echo too loudly throughout the empty halls and as the years go by the courage to speak slowly freezes up. Inside of him the red force places it’s curse, and when he realises it’s already too late - but the whispered promise of others with gifts like his gives him hope, and aiming to find them he ventures back out into the snow.

Luhan and Yixing are easy to find, as are Kris and Zitao, but they’re just as easily forgotten since the last one on his side remains hidden. Only when he leaves his domains to visit the warmer parts of the country he feels something akin to a pull, and by then he doesn’t stop to think about the consequences, only focusing on stopping the red force from taking what he’s just found from him.

Once again he’s too late, and since Frost is all he has he uses it to save what’s left of Jongdae, even if it hurts.

He knew from the start that Junmyeon had to be special and that they probably had more in common than he’d like to admit, but for him to follow Jongdae all the way here surprised him, and him managing to save them all surprises him even more. The puzzle was his, he’d received it as a gift from his parents who in turn had received it from a woman who passed by their village when Minseok had just been born, but neither he or anyone he’d shown it to had understood how to solve it - apart from Junmyeon, who’d done it without even trying.

Maybe he should be jealous, but all he feels is his heart coming back to life, allowing for regret to hit him with full force. He asks for time since he can’t walk into the light just yet, but his saviour had warmed his hands now, and he knew that they’d never grow cold again.

[asiatwt]

[polarislex]

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

Jongin was raised by shadows, by sea glass smiles and the kind of silence that listens more than it speaks. Morgana never wanted a child. She wanted an heir—one she could sculpt into perfection, one who would be everything her older sister Ursula wasn’t. Ursula roared. Morgana planned. Where one shattered the surface, the other sank beneath it, poisoning from below.

And so Jongin was born not from love, but from legacy. Polished. Poised. Powerful.

He grew up with his cousin Donghyuck—Ursula’s son, his opposite in all the ways that mattered. Donghyuck burned fast, laughed loud, lived brighter than most could bear. Jongin was his shadow. His echo. His undertow. Together, they danced the delicate line between rivalry and brotherhood—balancing, breaking, rebuilding. They were each other's first mirror, and perhaps their first heartbreak, too. They understood each other in ways no one else could… even when it hurt.

But Jongin learned early that love wasn’t warmth—it was currency. Charm was a shield. And secrets? Secrets were a weapon sharper than any trident.

He never needed the spotlight; he commanded it by absence alone. There’s something about him that lingers—like perfume in a room you can’t quite place, like a dream you wake from unsettled. His presence coils around others, subtle and intoxicating, and no one can ever decide if they feel safe… or if they’re being studied.

Because Jongin listens. He remembers. He files away every slip of the tongue, every unguarded sigh, every moment you thought he wasn’t watching. He stores them like pearls in a velvet box—quiet, dangerous, waiting.

He’s not one of the worst. That’s the thing. He’s not cruel in the obvious ways. He’s polite. Gracious. Soft-spoken.

That’s what makes him terrifying.

The softness might be real. Or maybe it’s the most convincing illusion of all. Jongin wears masks like silk gloves—seamless, elegant, deadly. Gentle confidante. Dutiful heir. Curious student. Lethal liar. He was taught that beauty distracts, that grace disarms, and that the best weapon is the one they never see coming.

He doesn’t scream to be heard. He doesn't need to fight for power. He waits. He plays the long game. And when the game ends, he’s already taken the throne without ever stepping into the spotlight.

And the most haunting thing?

He’ll smile while you thank him for it.

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