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[chilligyu]

SVT as Romance Novel Tropes 1/13: Unrequited Love + Mingyu

"I would write you into history, if you'd let me. Weave you into song. Paint you into eternity. I would spend my whole life becoming a man you could love, but I know there's no room in your heart for someone like me."

[chilligyu]

"been tryin' hard not to get in trouble but I've got a war in my mind"

mingyu + biker as requested by @yoonzinoswife GIRL YOU CHANGED YOUR URL AND I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK

[chilligyu]

SVT as Classic Aesthetics 9/13: Punk + Mingyu

they don't think we can make this last, but we got eyes that see past these nights. and we got calloused hands but these arms aren't tired. at least not yet - (c) Modern Baseball [re-done]

[chilligyu]

SVT as Fairytale Prince Series 4/13: The Little Mermaid + Mingyu

He was a prince born to be an adventurer and could rarely be found in the kingdom he was destined to rule. Instead, he sailed the high seas in search of treasure and wonder with men he considered his true family. Then, one night, a stormy sea took hold of the prince’s ship and in his desperate attempts to keep his crew safe, he was thrown overboard. As he descended to the deepest depths of the ocean, sure that this was the end, a hand reached out to him. A beautiful maiden kissed him gently on the lips as he slowly lost consciousness. When he came to, cold and alone on a sand buff, he wondered if he had dreamt the whole thing. But a seashell necklace gripped tightly in his hand made him think otherwise.

[chilligyu]

the love we endure | hanahaki au | angst, romance fic teaser | mingyu/reader | est. 40k | mature status: rough plot finished, 3.5k written

tw: this is a grimm style fairytale that i’ve written for the fic, there is blood, death, and a tragic ending

“have you ever heard of the story written by a dead flower? it’s beautiful and tragic all at the same time. and—it’s the story of how hanahaki first began.”

there once was a man who had never been in love before. many times he had tried, but his heart would not give. he spent his lonely days sitting underneath a willow tree watching young couples walk by, admiring the one thing he could not have. wishing that maybe someday—he could join them.

then one day a young woman took a seat beside him, and in her hands were a beautiful bouquet of peachy orange roses. as she gazed upon them, unaware of his presence, she whispered sweet nothings to the flowers she held. she— loved them. she loved them in a way he had never seen before.

in that moment he finally fell in love.

but no matter how many times he tried to speak to her, she ignored him. she was completely fixated on her flowers, nothing could tear her gaze from them. he wanted her to look at him like she did at them. her eyes brimming with a love she couldn’t hope to contain.

so each day he brought her flowers in some attempts to distract her from her own. he would find her in the same spot everyday, as if she hadn’t moved an inch. no matter what he presented her with, none of them seemed to catch her eye. to her, nothing but the peachy orange roses would do.

then, one day, he had an idea. he found the flowers she cherished so much and sat down beside her. still, she didn’t stir. not that he had expected her to. he began to eat the flowers, one by one, until he was sure that he could eat no more. then he ate another, and another, and even more still. once he had eaten them all, they began to sprout from his skin, perfect roses for the picking.

and she finally looked at him.

she looked at him with all the love in the world.

“they are so pretty, may I have one?”

he nodded, excited to have her attention after days of trying. with a twisted smile she threw her old and tattered bouquet to the ground and started picking the new ones from his skin until there were none left. his skin was raw and tattered, the roots of his love had been torn out. he thought that she would be satisfied, that he had given his love to her and that she would be happy.

“can you get me some more?” she asked innocently, her hands and lap soaked in his blood. “i do so love these flowers.”

with a reluctant smile, he said quietly, “if you love them, you can have as many as you like.”

at the beginning of everyday after that he would get a bouquet of flowers and present them to her. he would again find that she was too entranced by the ones in her hands to pay attention to him at all. she didn’t care that they were covered in blood, and in fact seemed to love them more for it. but he needed her to look at him, he needed to feel the love she possessed.

so he ate them again.

and again she picked them from his skin.

and again his blood ran thick at his feet.

she continued to pick them long after he died from the wounds her love had caused. she sat there and admired her flowers, not caring at all for the man who sacrificed everything he had just to steal her gaze for even a second. still, he did not die full of resentment. because for a brief moment in his life, he was loved.

he was loved.

tagging: @mingtiddies​

[chilligyu]

close proximity mingyu/reader preview status: finished

when she first met mingyu, she didn’t know what to expect. she was desperate for a roommate, he needed a place to stay. they were exactly what the other needed, in more ways than one.

[chilligyu]

not so childish mingyu/reader preview status: part one finished

she never feared change, not once. not until change meant that her childhood best friend was slowly turning into her first love and absolutely nothing was going to be the same ever again.

Ding.

Her heart felt like a sledgehammer against her ribs as she was ushered towards the door. She could feel her heels grinding into the carpet, putting off the very moment she had been anticipating for years. Somehow meeting him again was scarier than saying goodbye. She didn’t think it was possible and yet there she was, teeth practically chattering.

“You can do this.” Her mom reassured her. “It’s just Mingyu, if you open that door I promise you that everything will be fine.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, she knew that she couldn’t stave off the inevitable forever. No matter how much it terrified her. She had to trust that 17 year old Mingyu and 13 year old Mingyu were not that different. She had to. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand on the handle and turned it slowly. More slowly that many thought physically possible. Then the door opened and—

Her heart stopped.

Standing in front of her wasn’t the scrawny little kid she used to race bikes with down the street. And it most certainly wasn’t the brat that climbed on top of counters to reach the top shelf. The boy that had to style his hair to get on rides at the carnival, the boy that got asked “where’s your mother?” more times than she could count, the boy that thought striped shirts and plaid pants was high fashion, was nowhere to be found.

Instead she found herself face to face with a handsome giant that easily dwarfed her, wearing a tight fitting turtleneck and a blazer that screamed “Clive, I’d like to take the helicopter today.” Her eyes scanned every inch of him, trying to find some semblance of familiarity in the giant’s chiselled face but she couldn’t find any. Whoever that man was, it wasn’t her Mingyu.

Except it was.