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[scans] 17 carat, photocards (both versions) | ‘97 line take out with full credits

[junmoonhuis]

Wonwoo & The8 for Arena Homme+ Korea May 2023 Issue

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[love-dreams]

pairing: minghao/reader | thriller

content: mermaid/siren!minghao, implicit character death, drowning, sailing

quillstarters halloween challenge day 4: she/he gasped for breath, breaking over the waves, just to see a dark shadow flitting in the water. then, the flickering of light shining off aquamarine scales. she/he heaved again, trying in vain to paddle away. finally, there was the voice. “aw, poor little human, what are you doing? trying to escape...”

wc: 822

a voyage across the seas.

escaping across a small strip of ocean.

your family and you needed to leave your homeland to escape the danger persecution from the raging mobs and gangs present there. it all sounded so simple in your head. when looking at the maps in front of you, it seemed the most logical to escape by this route. 

your family had foolishly, stupidly decided to take a short cut along with several other naive families. 

your neighbors had warned your family about this particular waterway. how no merchant or sailor ever made it back.

you and your family had laughed it off, paying no attention to the town’s folklore.

that was obviously the greatest mistake of all of your lives.  

the voyage started off calm. the soft rocking of the boat helped calm your nerves as your father and multiple other men let the sails catch wind. 

your mother and your younger brother stayed up on the deck with some other voyagers. people who were in the same boat (no pun intended) as your family. surprisingly, there were many other families just like yours. 

“y/n, why don’t you go upstairs and enjoy the salty air? it’s a beautiful day outside.”

you looked up from your book to come face to face with your father. he had a beaming smile on his face and his hair was rustled messily by what you assumed was the strong ocean winds. 

you shook your head, a small smile sneaking onto your face. “no thanks, dad. it’s comfortable here.”

he straightened up, sighing, “alright. you stay down here then, don’t go exploring where i can’t find you. i’ll be with your mom and brother.” he took one last glance at your seated form before closing the door behind him. 

you let out a small breath of relief and turned your attention back to the pages open in front of you. 

up above, you could hear the impact of soles on the wooden deck and the muted sound of voices and laughter. the more you listened, the more compelled you felt to join them up there. 

you shook your head, dipping your conscience back into the inked text. “after this book,” you vowed.

it must’ve been hours you spent, under the deck of the boat, turning page after page. you were so engrossed in your book that you could ignore the grumbling of your stomach. the world around you faded away as the world inside the inked words surrounded you. 

when you finally turned the last page, the back cover resting nicely against the pages, you leaped up to your feet, pushing open the door and hopping up the stairs.

“dad?” you called, “is dinner ready yet?”

when you reached the last step, your breath hitched. 

no one was there.

the deck was clean of people. not a single member of your family was visible.

“dad?” you called again, a hint of desperation seeping into your voice. “mom? brother?”

no one answered. 

you walked out onto the deck. the air was cooler than downstairs, with none of the strong winds blowing. instead, it was humid, and a misty fog was starting to settle in. it didn’t seem like there was anyone steering the boat since it was just mindlessly drifting. 

you started to panic, running around the deck, calling your brother and your parents’ names. you ran down to the lower deck and back up, hoping to find anyone on the ship, but it was like they had vanished. 

the fog was getting steadily thicker, its tendrils sneaking onto the deck of the ship. the wooden sails creaked and groaned, and the hull was scratching against something at the beneath the water. 

you jolted, suddenly the ship had hit something. its motion stopped abruptly, the fog clearing away slightly from jarring motion. 

it showed you the shoreline of an island.

your breath hitched in your throat as relief settled back into your system. 

“hello?” you yelled out, hoping for anyone to answer. 

then, you heard it.

that sweet, honey voice. 

your eyes widened as a shadow appeared in the midst of the fog. your heartbeat picked up, a sense of relief washing over you once more.

“do you know where we are?” you questioned. 

the shadow refused to answer. instead, it was getting closer to the ship.

the melodic voice rang out again, singing an unfamiliar tune. this time you responded back.

“excuse me! me and my family were on a voyage across the..”

your voice died out in your throat. your throat choked up, and your body tensed itself. 

he had finally shown himself. a tall, lanky build with a beautiful magical voice. 

but all you could notice was the piles of bodies stacked around him like walls.

“hello, human. my name is minghao...

..not that you’ll remember after this.”

with a voice of the angels, he lured every single one of you off.

[17suggestion]

Hi can I request “ here’s some cookies and some bad news” for Minghao

from the moment you accidentally knocked minghao’s phone off the nightstand this morning, you knew that the day would be more chaotic than normal, if that were even possible.

you see, the energy you bring to your relationship is infinite. only rarely does minghao feel overwhelmed by the chaos, and that’s mainly because he’s too smitten for you to get truly angry at your natural charisma.

as the afternoon approaches, you decide to bake some sweet treats. it’s been a while since you’ve baked, mainly because you’re still wiping old cake batter stains off the kitchen tiles from last time. 

almost an hour passes before you’re knocking on the bedroom door with a plate of baked goods, as minghao turns around and smiles at you. immersed in his painting, minghao hadn’t noticed the aroma of the fresh cookies. however, he does notice your oddly nervous manner as you walk over to him.

“so, here’s some cookies.” you sit beside minghao as he takes a cookie from the plate and about to take a bite. “and... some bad news,” you finish.

minghao stops with the cookie in front of his lips, as if both he and the cookie are waiting for you to break the news. “oh no.”

“it’s not that bad, i promise!” you exclaim. he raises an eyebrow; he knows you well.

you sigh. “i broke the glass bowl. you know, the big one you always use for salads.i smashed it while mixing the dough.”

minghao purses his lips. “how did i miss that? it must’ve been loud.”

“it was. i guess you were too busy painting.” you lean your head on his shoulder. “i’m sorry. i should’ve known i’d make a mess without your help.”

minghao giggles. “it’s okay. that bowl was old anyway.” he bites into the cookie. “and i can’t complain if you compensate with such nice food.”

you laugh too. “i guess tasty cookies are worth the mess. but still, i’m not cooking without your help ever again.”

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