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i'm doing it right now it's me the real funamusea guys i'm gonna draw alastor's butthole spread wide open 🫡

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ADMOM! OG ADMIN!

Want to join my til too group of an lgbt adventure party?

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Ong Seongwoo Royalty Au

Okay so I normally read over fics katie sends back to me before uploading but my laptop just spend 2 hours uploading so I have no time uh. but happy Christimas/ Christmas Eve if you celebrate, or happy winter holidays (Or if not simply have a good few days. There should be a pic up on the 29th or arond for my bday aaaaaye.

> • Okay so growing up in the spotlight of being a prince is kinda awful yanno, > • Literally everything you do is written in the papers or in a blog post and you’re criticised for every little thing you do, > • There’s just no escape, > • And the king and queen know this, so when they had a son they sent him to live with all the civilians in the city to grow up normally, > • They actually visited him at least once a month secretly, > • They didn’t tell him they were the king and queen but by the time he was around 10 or so he knew anyway because how can you not know the faces of your royalty?? > • So he kept his relationship identity undercover and grew up a secret royal, > • It’d probably give any one else a complex, right? > • Not Ong Seongwoo, oh no, > • This boy is honestly so chill and laid back he just goes with the flow and laughs his way through life, > • But also works v v hard, don’t get me wrong this boy doesn’t rely on his heritage for success, > • He works hard to make his own name, > • A future king cannot rely on everyone else around him to do things, > • So he’s out there being a young bean enjoying a civilian life, > • Your parents are both nobles and very close to the king and queen, > • They’re almost like advisors but fun? They help make a lot of decisions whilst staying friends with the royals, > • Almost an impossible job let’s be real, > • But that means they’re almost always busy so you just trundle around the palace as a toddler, > • Which is free of any other kids, > • How lonely, > • Your life is split between school work, which is half private tutoring and half normal school, > • And spending your time in the palace tryna entertain yourself, > • But because of your already high up position paired with the amount of spare time you have, you spend a lot of time in etiquette classes, learning how to act regally and whatnot infront of cameras, > • Because you’re thought to be replacing your parents in the future, > • You’ll be in the spotlight as a representative a lot oops, > • It really kinda frustrates you how your life is already planned out for you, > • But then so is royalty so you’re gunna have to just bare with it, > • And while you listen and learn well, any time you’re allowed to relax (aka school£ you are also chill as hell, > • What’s better than spending a day with awful posture, propped in bed in PJ’s infront of a laptop? > • Absolutely nothing fight me ;-; > • But you still know etiquette and manners books back to front and reversed again, > • And the fact you’re a good actor really helps like damn, > • So when the Prince turns 18, Seongwoo is revealed as prince as bought to the palace as a new home, > • Everyone in the palace is rushing around, panicking at the arrival of the new prince, > • You just sit one of the balconies overlooking the dining room and watch the commotion infront if you, > • Lmao you’re hiding, your tutor is looking for you to put you in one of those fancy dresses to meet the prince but you honestly can’t be bothered, > • And hate those frilly dresses the old woman likes, > • Don’t get me wrong the woman was pretty much like a nan to you, you loved her dearly but her dress sense wasn’t great, > • You didn’t want to meet the future king in a dress like that, > • But you also didn’t understand everyone’s panic, > • The prince had grown up a civilian, and yeah he probably expected a lot at the palace, but he’d probably just be happy with a nice meal and a few fancy suits, > • You didn’t approve of them throwing him in at the deep end, he’d probably feel way out of his league and unable to keep up with everyone and their well painted faces and fake manners ready to cater to his every move, > • You knew it was a privilege, a huge one, but you knew it was extremely unnecessary and often tiring, but it did give people jobs, > • You and your parents donate your ‘wages’ to charity because what was the point of hoarding money like some of the other nobles? > • Ruins the economy, > • (Again for the selfish rich people in the back) > • So you just sit and watch the hustle and bustle until one of your parents eagle eyes spot you and you use the foundation beam as a fireman’s pole to reach the bottom, > • Lmao you know how to make the most of your surroundings, > • So you then prowl away to go and avoid frilly dresses and find yourself a nice simple dress or some dress trousers and a nice shirt, > • Honestly either, both are cute as heck anyway, > • You have to follow protocol and arrive perfectly on time, to the second, easily find your place next to one of your parents near the head of the table where the prince will be for the dinner, and look around the huge table, packed with stuck up nobles that make you roll your eyes, > • Of course not all of them, there’s a few with the exact same attitude as you, making eye contact and sending true smiles, but you know for one that this dinner will drag, > • And while you get the royals plan, to throw him straight in to get him used to the surprises and things he may have to do in the future, you think it’s kinda unfair, > • But it’s not your place, > • YET, > • (But boi do you have a few points of improvement in your mind) > • To say anything, so you sit up straight and smile like everyone else, > • So all eyes are on the prince when you stand for his entrance, everyone trying to suss him out and figure out how to get on his good side, > • You think it’s really sad some of the nobles think like that, > • But you lay your eyes on a boy, the same age as you, in a smart suit, patterned nicely, brown hair styled expertly and with a devilishly handsome face, > • He walks in nonchalantly, relaxed and confident, but as he approaches his seat next to his parents you watch his interior too become more and more tense and overwhelmed, although he shows little signs of this, > • You want to scoop the poor boy up and take him to the balconies, where the loudest noise is the wind in the trees and the only eyes belong to the birds in the sky and the squirrels in the bushes, > • Aka your favourite place, where it seems like no noise or hustle can break the serenity, > • But the dinner drags and the new Prince Seongwoo almost gets drilled with questions, interrogated on questions people know are way out of his current league, > • But he copes as well as he can, although you unconsciously notice a few moves you wouldn’t have done, > • Stupid things like eating with the wrong fork or sitting wrong, > • You hate yourself for picking it up because you know all the others will as well, > • But you feel almost as exhausted as the boy, who you occasionally make eye contact with and send him soft, genuine smiles, > • You hope he can tell you’re genuine, sending him your confidence and not one of the others, with sly questions and wicked smiles, > • When you deem acceptable, you excuse yourself from the dinner, to the surprise of none but the prince himself as you’re always the first out of the fancy meals, > • Your parents are so jealous as they have to sit there with lots of people they don’t trust, hA, > • But you’re shook when you walk down the corridor towards your own suite when the Prince himself jogs up to your side and greets you, > • You do a double take and straighten your back before you can comprehend, > • At a closer look, the prince is tall and slender, but owns a charming boyish grin and flawless skin, home to a small triangle of freckles and warm eyes, making the future king truly approachable and sweet looking, > • You’re about to greet him as if a royal, as you should, but hold yourself back a little, > • it’s Seongwoo’s first day in the palace, it’ll probably be nice to hear a voice not stuck in a formal polite tone, right? > • You take the risk because??? Why the hell not???? > • “Seongwoo, right? I’m Y/N” > • Coupled with a warm smile, it seems to relax Seongwoo indefinitely, his shoulders coming down from his tense posture and the relaxed smile of when he first walked into the dining room returning, > • “I’m so glad I’ve found someone who isn’t old with a fake smile, oh god I was going to lose hope” > • His casual words and quick gathering of what the nobles are like makes you laugh, > • “How’d you escape them? The royals normally have to leave last,” > • The look seongwoo sends you shows he’s not totally pleased with this new peice of information, > • But thats how everyone left the meal to find the new prince and the advisors/nobels daughter laughing together in a hallway, > • But that’s also how you where thrown the painfully hard  job of teaching Seongwoo how to behave as a royal in public, > • Now let me tell you, you didn’t exactly ask for this job, > • But the royals saw how well the two of you got on, and you always pulled it out the bag with your manners in social events, so assigned you the task, > • They actually knew how hard it was going to be but wanted to challenge you as you hadn’t yet found much to do in the palace, > • They’re laughing behind your back, > • And while you get on with seongwoo, being his 'teacher’ is a whole different thing, > • Seongwoo Is a jem of a person, and now holds the place of your best friend, but that may be s leading reason of why he’s a car crash with you, > • He gets so easily distracted, > • He just doesn’t retain any information, > • He may look like a regal god, but it lasts for 5 seconds before he trips over his feet, > • You want to scream, > • You do, > • He joins in, > • Do you blame him? No, > • But you drag him through the lessons though and slowly, so so slowly, but steadily you notice improvements that makes your little heart swell, > • Not only because that means he’s actually Listening to you and learning, but it also means your closest friend is progressing and settling in well, > • Not that he always is, > • Sometimes you sit with him as he panics about his future role as king, or as he breaks down about how he feels inept, > • You understand his frustration of being told what to do all the time, having no choice in his own future, > • But you know you can never comprehend the weight that pushes his shoulders to the ground about his royal heritage, > • So you sit with him, wrapping your arms around him and you let him feel, > • But Seongwoo is generally jolly and jokey, bringing a smile to your face and making your heart flutter, > • So you’re tackling Seongwoo’s weak point, > • His pOsTUre, > • Omg that guy cannot walk like a natural human what has he been doing for the last years of his life to make him sit like that? > • So you decide with the classic walk with books on your head™ > • Because that’s how you learnt although you have no idea if it even works, > • But it looks funny Anyway, > • And with so much free time around the palace you’re basically a troll, > • So you’ve got 5 books piled on your bed and Seongwoo has got 2 slipping around on his shiney locks, > • “So you’re telling me, Y/N, that you can hold those books on your head no matter what?” > • Seongwoo’s look of disbelief makes you laugh, > • Seongwoo has not been able to keep more than 3 books on his head for a minute in the last week and it honestly blew your mind a little how awful he was, > • It was slightly adorable, > • “No matter what,” > • You repeat and spin in a circle, you feel the books shift minutely but change to accommodate them, > • “See it’s not so- DiD yoU jUsT kIsS mE?!” > • The clatter of both of your books breaks the silence blanketing your mind, > • Seongwoo had, indeed, just kissed you, > • With the grace and agility of a damn gazette, Seongwoo had stepped forward, his lips pressing gently but quickly against yours, sparks jumping through your skin, > • “No matter what, huh?” > • Seongwoo’s cheeky eyebrow raise and eye flicking between you and the books on the floor make your cheeks redden but you both laugh, > • Wow what a beautiful start of a relationship full of laughter and honesty, > • aka the best relationship???? > • Seongwoo has pure talent in making others feel wanted and full of happiness, but he need you to help him feel that aswell, > • Because Seongwoo was born to be king, and  even with his newly acquired manners, feels extremely out of his league, > • But with you by his side, squeezing his hand for support and full of smiles fill him with confidence, the whole task doesn’t seem so daunting,

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Noh Taehyun Soulmate Au

First december upload and first Taehyun~

 • When you turned 13 your soulmate sign finally, finally, came into play after years of you waiting,  • Staring at your friends tattoos/words or sympathising with friends who couldn’t see colour, or knew they where going to lose it,  • You loved what your soulmate key was going to be, but you hated the waiting, impatient from a young age,  • But when you reached 13 you knew, now, whatever you wrote on your skin would turn up on your soulmates,  • You waited for a while first, a bit apprehensive and unsure,  • Although you knew this was fate; that most Soulmate signs where perfectly true, you still slightly doubted how this whole thing could possibly work,  • So you waited, jittery about making a move,  • Until you were sat in a class at school, trying to wrap your head around multi-step quadratics when you look down to your book in dispare, but find notes on your hand being quickly scrawled,  • You don’t understand what the equation they’re doing is, or how your soulmate is seemingly easily breezing through this maths, but you stare in wonder as ink seems to grow from your own skin,  • It hypnotizes you, his letters and numbers short and precises and sprouting from one another in a mesmerising pattern, you trace the appearing ink with a finger,  • Once the writing stops, the urge to write back is overwhelming, you stay back, afraid to make a fool of yourself, make your soulmate hate you, before even meeting them,  • So you bring your own pen to your skin, slowly, carefully drawing a perfect smiley face next to the complete working you, a small thumbs up next to it,  • You watch, anticipating whether they’ve seen it, how they’ll react, will they reply?  • Another, smaller, smiling face appears next to yours, a nod to you that they’ve received your graffiti, but it still makes your heart hammer and a smile stretch wide across your face,  • And that was the blossoming start of a relationship quite different to most,  • Normally, when people with this soulmate key turn 13 they immediately write to each other on their skin,  • Asking names and locations and where to meet, usually meeting up within a week,  • But you’ve never been one to go for the normal route, and it actually takes the two of you a few years to Actually meet, and even that’d be by accident,  •  You’re too shy, always afraid that your soulmate wouldn’t like you, and he must feel the same,  • Because you draw sprawling doodles, intricate and detailed and beautiful with your biro in your spare time, and your soulmate sometimes adds bits on themselves,  • They’re not great at drawing, but you still find it utterly adorable,  • Your skin becomes a canvas for both of you, your different writing and coloured pens lacing together smoothly, and even when you run out of skin you find more space on a different arm, different leg,  • Through the few years they grow more and more artsy and delicate and beautiful, learning how to draw with each other,  • Your parents would scream at you for drawing on yourself but sOuLMaTeS,  • You write notes to each other, hidden,  • You wake up to ‘have a good day’  • 'Good luck on your test today’ after having jotted the date down quickly one night,  • ’ Happy birthday’  • 'Today will be a good day, smile a lot’  • Hidden on your neck or behind your knee or even just in your wrist,  • Lmao u cringy as hell but do you care??? Nope,  • You sometimes ask him for help with maths, equations written on your forearm with multiple question marks, to which he shows you step by step how to complete it,  • Or he writes essay questions, and you write your ideas down to help, or you help to describe covalent bonding in atoms,  • lmao You barely know each other but you bond over how hard school is,  • Sometimes one of you get edgy and ask each other questions and it’s like a huge event okay,  • 'What’s your favourite colour?’  • 'Do you like dogs?’  • (A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION)  •  And then over time you get braver,  • 'What’s your name?’  • 'Do you have and sibling?’  • 'How old are you?’  • Like it actually hurts how slow the two of you go and the stupid questions but you’re fine with the pace, and by the looks of it, Taehyun,  • A name you’re now in love with,

  • Is fine with it as well,  • And not to mention all your friends are completely done with you and how star struck you are with this stranger and how slow you move they just wanna find out WhO iT IS so you can stop being so dreamy and Actually spend some quality time with your soulmate,  • Because despite having to wait a while for your sign, it’s one of the best keys out there, making it very easy for you to find your Soulmate,  • So while you stay at your basic level of sweet, fluffy communication, everyone else is dying for u,  • And you become known at school for your soulmate sign,

 • A whole arm or leg or neck or whatever covered with riots of pattern and drawing and stories told by ink pictures, all perfect and beautiful,  • You’re walking art, and you don’t mind showing other people your Beauty,  • I mean the school probably wouldn’t be pleased but honestly? How can they tell someone to prevent their Soulmate key?  • They cANT,  • So then after a good, what,  3-4 years? You’re going on a volleyball training camp, both the girls and boys team attending a get together regularly held in the next city over with a few selected teams to hone everyone’s skills,  • Rumours of a new school joining this year after defeating a regular in a friendly,  • Which makes everyone excited because?? New opponents to try new skills on???  New people to trade game play tactics with??  • You all volleyball nerds Honestly,  • So to pass the time on the bus ride there you doodle down the length of your leg, after no time at all you see another black line join your doodles, a content smile etching itself onto your face,  • You spend a decent amount of time catching up with everyone from the other teams in person, sharing gossip and new matches you watched and being goofy,  • If you’re new to the meetups the rule is you have to play a match against the second newest so everyone can check you out and whatever first yanno, just a right of passage kind of thing,  • So you settle next to some friends on the floor, ready to analyse everything about the new team,

 • Oh how different the match goes,  • The team walks on and it’s when the whistle goes that you notice it,  • The setter of the new team has black sprawling patterns across his left leg, peaking out from his knee pads and shorts, spiraling down his legs in loops and intertwining vines,  • You watch his set, his throws always a little to the left but nothing uncontrollable,  • This guy was your Taehyun, the guy you seemed to have known forever, however untrue that was,  • The guy that made you grin and left cute messages for you to wake up to, your cute fluffy ball,  • Now stood on a court, legs strong and face serious, except for a smile ghosting the sides of his face,  • Your plan on analysing the team went out the window rip,  • But you watch as his team revolved heavily around him, you watch how his eyes scan the court to decide the next steps, effortlessly leading his team,  • You watch his tell tale signs, how his eyes flicker when he’s going to dump, how he signals to his team who he’s going to pass to next,  • Normally you couldn’t pick any of this up, but the boy with ink appearing across his skin, something he obviously proudly shows the world, who makes your heart race at a glance draws your eyes to even his smallest of motion,  • And you’re not the only one who has noticed, in fact everyone has,  • All of the teams at the meet know you well, one of the gatherings’ longest members and someone who nearly always had ink appearing on their skin for everyone to see,  • So as they watch the game, they also send smiles to you, hitting your back in congratulations or hugging you from the side having matched your legs together,  • In fact the only people not to notice seem to be the new team oops,  • You always thought you’d panic, meeting Taehyun, but even just looking at him brings a peace to your heart and a reassuring warmth,  • So when the game ends, with their lose,  • (but that’s chill because the newbie always always lose their first match DW),  • While you have no idea what to say, you don’t feel panic,  • Everyone disperses to play a few organised matches before dinner and then to the dorms, but you wonder towards the new group with a few others to welcome them to the training camp,  • “Taehyun”  • The name rolls off your tongue smoothly as if it was made only for you as his eyes snap to you, smiling in greeting,  • He’s shook™ for a second, before his eyes drop to look you up and down in questioning, where they stay glued to your legs,  • I mean it sounds really weird but it’s not I swear,  •"Y/N?“  • Your name has never sounded so right, so made for you than in that moment, his dark eyes raising to meet yours in question, you get the pleasure of watching it click in his eyes as his face floods with how you feel,  • He wastes no time in pulling you into a tight hug, hands flat on your back as if checking if you’re there for real,  • You copy him, feeling his warmth, your soulmate, under your palms and everything seems right, in your heart and out, and you don’t know how you lived without this sense of fullness you had before,  • And damn if you guys don’t proceed to be the cutest couple at the camp, if not ever tbh,

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Lee Daehwi Super Powers Au

Waddup So this was written yesterday and idk whether to do a powers au so I guess this is just a try??

In other news I got Seventeens new album for my bday today and got The8 i am blessed. Anywhere, here we go. also pls tell me if I need to tag any triggers, I’m not great at this stuff whoops.

 • Lemme get one thing straight, you didn’t want to use your ability for bad,  • It just kinda happened that you became a theif,  • You were trapped,  • You were a teen when you got dragged into a whole mess of a gang, when you went to take out a loan to pay for treatment for your brother’s illness,  • Because your brother was the most important thing to you but your family couldn’t afford his treatment,  • But you didn’t realise the loan company was actually kinda not a company and you had just officially ruined your life,

 • With gastronomic Interest, you had to pay them back the money with no way of being able to do it,  • Read the small print y'all,  • So they offered you another option: you hated it but there was no other way to help your brother, and they threatened to cut your brother’s treatment if you stepped out of line,  • And in a world made with certain people who had abilities, they made sure to utilize yours,  • Aka the ability to change your appearance and voice to fit it,  • They had you as a thief, and with your skill and ability you quickly became notorious around the city,  • Which made you extremely paranoid, causing you to constantly switch appearances,  • I don’t mean switching looks every minute or something bizarre,  • I mean you never showed your true appearance anymore, you were always someone else and started to panic at the thought of people seeing the real you,  • So you stayed in your place by day planning heists the gang had sent you to do, and went on the missions by night,  • And you hated everything about the way you lived, but you knew your brother was getting better, so you kept at it,  • The gang sent you a particularly dangerous heist one night, and you did not think it was a wise idea at all,  • Like there were shit tonnes of guards and cameras and the switch overs were smooth and the codes hard to crack,  • As a thief, you were known to be able to go in and out before anyone would even realise anything was gone, shifting into guards or ceo’s or customers,  • And you trained your ability to perfection, having no flaws in your transformation and being able to quickly switch features,  • A master™  • But you plan this near impossible heist anyway because you have to, you have everything to lose,  • And while bits of the heist are a bit by chance or freestyle,  • You hate yourself for being quite confidant, as always,  • But heists had started going wrong lately,  • A guard unconvinced and almost omniscient,  • Or the whole place closed for a day as if they already knew,  • Little things going wrong preventing the heists and causing them to go wrong,  • You didn’t know how because they were all planned to perfection, but something was happening,  • You heard whispers of a mole but no one ever told you anything so you had no idea really,  • So you’re dropped off by the usual gruff looking men who are going to wait down the street, safe for them,  • You where dressed as a medium height middle aged woman with brown hair, trying to blend in with the people around you,

 • Like a chameleon damn,  • You float into the bank and act naturally, milling around the atm’s and looking at posters,  • A boy around your actual age seems to keep glancing at you, which sets your nerves off,  • Not only is he cute, it’d be insanely weird for someone his age to be staring at a middle aged lady,  • You try to sway away from his prying eyes and keep your heart at normal pace and prevent your hands shaking,  • You always got nerves before a heist and this dude really wasn’t helping,  • At all,  • Smh doesn’t he know it’s rude to stare?  • You’re nearly set on going over there and telling him yourself, but with your ‘can I see the manager’ hair style you play your role and send him a disapproving mum glare and shake you head, moving on,  • Perfect, v realistic,  • But the dude doesn’t stop sending u shady side eyes, so you decide to get the hell on with it,  • So your eyes scan the floor before slipping into a side door,  • Smooth as always, might I add,  • You change your appearance quickly into a guard and take out a hand mirror quickly to check that you’re perfect,  • Indeed you are perfect,

 •You were about to take off down the hall when the door slides open again,  • You’re about to get into character when the boy from earlier locks eyes with you and lunges,  • You dodge as quick as a whippet and a fight™ ensues,  • You can tell idk how to write a fight omg,  • DW I’ll get better,  • You’re both incredibly good to the point you defo know this ain’t just a usual kid who’s taken some martial arts classes,  • Because as soon as you dodge one punch and throw your own, he’s dodged that and is launching another assault with a knee or elbow,

 • He keeps saying something along the line of 'Stop I’m trying to help’ but you ain’t buying no shady nonsense,  • And you’re both getting pretty beaten, bruises and small cuts appearing, a bloody nose or a broken finger,  • But shit really hits the fan when a guard comes round the corner and then you’re both in for it,  • You’re internally having a meltdown you’ve never had to deal with this before,  • And then your tryna fight the boy and the guards and - shit,  • A bullet grazes your leg but it instantly burns and shocks you to hell,  • Your appearance flickers before returning to the middle aged lady aka the wrong disguise, who0ps,  • Your leg burns and the shock throws you off balance long enough for the boy to wrap an arm around your shoulder and have you against a wall in a second,  • You’re about to swing your leg back to hit him when chloroform and damn you’re out cold,  • Actually outraged in your knocked out state,  • Who DaRe?  • Like you don’t blame them, you’re a damn thief, tbh you’d probs knock yourself out if you were in their situation,  • but hOw DaRe tHey?  • And you’re defo worried about who just chloroformed you but whatever,  • Idek if you can think all this while passed out but you find a way,  • You wake up with someone’s hand on your forehead and you stay still, trying to gather your bearings and figure stuff out before you let them know you’re awake,  • I mean the hand thing is so weird but you deal with it you til you gather that your head’s also in someone’s lap and your skin is tingling and you decide this is very weird,  • I mean not a hard conclusion to come to but a conclusion all the same,  • You slowly open one eye and wow,  • Bright lights,  • But you soldier through it and stare straight ahead at the face of the boy ahead of you,  • You’re about to jump out of your skin but the boys eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful with flawless skin and a slight frown, his brow creased in concentration,  • And then you realise your leg doesn’t burn and your hand and knuckles don’t scream like they did before you dropped,  • And you realise he’s someone like you, he’s a healer,  • And it makes your heart fly with joy, you’ve found someone else with an ability and all of a sudden you feel safer,  • Especially because he’s a healer,  • But then your eyes trail to your arm and your body and all the safety is thrown away,  • You have no disguise, no fake face or fake voice; it’s purely you and it makes you dizzy and sick,  • He must sense your panic because his eyes crack open and he smiles widely at you, removing his hand from your forehead,  • Wow his smile settles your heart and warms your cheeks,  • A million questions run through your foggy brain, where are we and what happened? Who is he and why is he so cute? Where’s the boy from before and what’s going to happen when your former gang know you’re not with them?  • “Y/N, right? I’m Daehwi, and give me a sec and I’ll tell you all the gossip,”  • While his soft voice is calming when you sit up, a wave of dizziness hits you like a wrecking ball ridden by Miley cirus  • (Wow my pop culture references about 5 years too late),  •But despite your swimming head you quickly change your skin, opting for the first thing you can think of, which happens to be Daehwi,  • You change your hair quickly and alter your face and body to match his within seconds,  • You’re kinda embarrassed that you just changed into him but you’re panicking,  • While the boy next to you may have seen your face, you’d prefer if no one else would,  • “That’s increadible,”  • The look on Daehwi’s face, as well has his bubbly laugh, makes you flush but you’re heart is still beating a mile a minute and your chest feels a little too tight,  • “While that’s really cool, and I’m really flattered, I thought your natural face was much prettier,”  • Your face (or is it Daehwi’s?) blushes violently at the comment but the fact you don’t look like yourself calms you a little,  • “A healer, then?”  • You ask simply to change the subject, although it’s pretty obvious at this point,  • “Yep, not one of the coolest abilities but pretty handy. You’re obviously a shape shifter, damn the whole city knows you’re a shape shifter, but seeing it myself, damn, it’s way cooler than I thought”  • He talks in such a laid back manner, leaning back onto his hands, his whole presence relaxing,  • He really suits his ability,  • “I think healing’s the best ability, you get to help,”  • Your voice is quiet but your words are the truth, and you can see Daehwi’s about to reply when the door swings open and the boy from earlier wonders in, doing a double take at the two Daehwi’s sat on the bed and sighing before dropping down into a nearby chair,  • He’s hardly met you and he’s already done with your shit lmao,  • But you’re eyeing him suspiciously because this guy FRICKEN chloroformed you and you still have no answers as to what the hell is going when he launched into a Hella Long explanation,  • To put it simply,

 • Daehwi and the boy, Guanlin, are part of an organisation that rescue abilities from sticky situations and tries to stop the people with abilities for using them nastily,  • (Avengers who?)  • There was indeed a mole in your gang as they planned to rescue you whilst intercepting a heist of yours,  • They didn’t expect you to fight so defiantly back but I mean,  • So then you explain that you’re really not nasty, I mean you used to put milk in before your cereal but yOu’vE cHanGeD,  • You explain your situation and they agreed  that they’ll see what they can do for your brother and you feel like you might cry because this is too good to be true,  • Half convinced this is some awful experiment or teasing you,  • So you spend a few days in the room you wake up in, just in case, in which you discover is actually Daehwi’s room,  • Which is kinda awkward,  • But you honestly can’t ask for a better first friend in the base they have there,  • Daehwi is oh so patient, painfully so, encouraging you to take your time and helps introduce you to the many people in the base, most of which have powers themselves which blows your mind a little

 • You’ve never seen so many abilities,  • And it takes you a while to trust Guanlin, but as soon as you do you realise he’s just a goof and you apologise endlessly for hurting him,  • And you start helping out at the base, doing small missions to help others by using your ability,  • And it feels good,  • Especially when you can come back to Daehwi at the end of the day and laugh and relax into the night,  • And you visit your brother for a very emotional reunion and he’s getting better and life just seems to be good,

 • And in the middle of it all is Daehwi, who you would trust with your life,  • I mean he is a healer many people trust him with their lives,

 • So you’re sat in his room (or your now shared one - you refuse to sleep anywhere else, feeling unsafe) chatting into the night,  • When you both reach a lull in conversation,  • “Y/N, why do you never walk, or sleep, or eat, or live in your normal skin?”  • The question is so out of the blue that your eyes snap to his,  • Which rest on you,  • They always rest on you,  • And you try to figure out a way to say it without feeling stupid,  • Because in your mind it is a whole concept and fear, but there aren’t enough words to describe how you feel, and to condense your thoughts into words belittles them endlessly,  • “It’s scary, showing your true self. I used to fear people would recognise me and arrest me, for being a thief, but nowadays it’s almost as if I don’t trust people enough. Enough to see my face,”  • You pick your words carefully but still feel as if it’s a weak excuse,  • “You don’t trust me, y/n?”  • His words shock you, make you question yourself, and you look into those soft, open eyes and brace yourself,  •You know he’s right as you relax, completely relax for the first time in years, letting all of your facade melt away to show your true skin, your true eyes, your true being,  • And there’s something in Daehwi’s eyes that you love as he looks at your pure self,

 • You feel insanely exposed but Daehwi himself settles you,  • And you know you no longer need to hide yourself from Daehwi anymore when he leans over, wrapping an arm around your real hips,  • Cups the back of your head,  • And gently smiles and he places his lips on your real ones,

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Park Jihoon Roommate Au

So this is kinda hella short because it’s gunna be a hella busy two weeks from now but here we go.

• You and Jihoon had met in secondary school, yanno where two friendship groups meld together? • You’d been a little shy at the beginning but so had Jihoon, so as the groups quietest members you’d ended up together quite a lot and just kinda bonded with your silence, • In fact, you two got so close that you could just chat about anything and became closer to Jihoon than to your original friendship group! Ngl tho you where like a match made in heaven tbh, • Like, you floated around together, you didn’t need much else as words were enough to keep your friendship afloat, and when the awkward situations rolled in, • And oh boy did they, like when you’re both too shy to tell someone they have your order wrong, so you pretend it’s what you wanted, • You experienced them together, • And you were also on the same page with a lot of things, and academically you were on the same level as well, so you always spent your Sundays together doing homework, • Because friendship apparently grows stronger when you’re suffering™ • So when you both finish school you have your existential crisis together which is kinda sweet, • But then you enjoy the summer and do so much together like omg can you not breath without each other?? • Literally spent a whole week straight within a 10 ft distance to each other and that’s when you realise you could probs be roommates? • If you can spend so much time together and still get along like a house on fire, surely you can live together, • (I mean you pretty much have been for the last few years Anyway but), • So when Jihoon gets his university place close to where you have your apprenticeship, everything falls into place for you and you find a flat, • Which brings the crushing realisation that you are now an aDuLt, • Omg another round of panicking, • You’re set in your little cosy flat, content with your current life, •You both have different schedules but still seem to be able to eat with each other most nights and you always have Monday Game Nights©, • Where games of mario cart speed into the night and you become slightly scared of Jihoon, his pure passion for the game has you shook, • Lmao one of your neighbour’s had to come and check you weren’t getting murdered one night, • You had to assure them the only murder that was happening was Jihoon on the console, • And Jihoon makes more friends at uni, of course, he may be quiet but he still attracts people with his kind, funny ways and handsome face, • and they sometimes comes to game night, • And you’re happy because although he has a lot of work that sometimes stresses him out, • (you bring him cookies and hot drinks to help him through because?? You’re just the best I guess), • Jihoon seems genuinely happy and you’re glad because he deserves it, he’s always supplied you with happiness so you’re glad to see he’s got some back, • But then you start to wonder, • Were you holding him back when you were around? • Is he happier because he’s not with you? Because he’s free? • You know it’s probably not the case but you can’t help the thoughts in the back of your mind, • Because just when you start feeling like that, Jihoon notices right away, • Because he knows you too well ngl, • So then he’ll invite you to go to lunch, or you’ll go out for the weekend together, or he’ll microwave dinner for the night, • And he honestly is just the best friend, and you can honestly say you’re glad he has lots of friends, because he always makes sure you know you’re the favourite, • And he can always make you laugh, and smile, because he’s Jihoon, • The first person you got black out drunk with, the first person you lived with, the first person you really truly felt a connection with, • The person that held so many of your firsts, • That’s until he starts to act far away and vague, no longer doing his fair share of the chores, missing a lot of dinners, and sometimes skipping out on Mondays, • And when he is around, he seems less cheerful, • And it REALLY upsets you, • Not only does it seem Jihoon is almost forgetting you, he doesn’t even seem happy anymore, which is the most painful bit, • And one day Jihoon is sat on your sofa, the same as he had been for the last 4 hours, • “Are you going to do the washing up today?” • You nudge, as the washing was his chore, something he hadn’t done in a long time, and all of the stuff needing washing was his stuff, • “I can’t today Y/N, could you do it for me?” • He grunts, jumping into some jeans in a hurry, • “Jihoon, you haven’t been able to for the last, what, week?” • You can tell your tone is sharper, probably more harsh than you meant to, but it genuinely hurt your feelings, the way he was acting, • Jihoon pauses, as if thinking the statement over before signing loudly, • “It’s not that big of a chore, surely you can just do it, I have so much work to do,” • You don’t point out the pile of work on his desk hasnt been touched for a while, or the fact that he’s been out constantly recently, • “I’ve been doing it for a while, as well as your dusting, and your washing, and your cleaning. I have a job as well, you know,” • You sigh, leaning against his door frame, the negative feelings slowly spilling from your mouth, • “It’s not like I asked you, yanno. And it’s not like your work is that hard,” • The words are harsh as he makes his way out of the flat, leaving you with quiet tears trailing down your face and a chest that felt like it was being totally compressed, unusable, • Because through the years, the two of you have never argued, always finding ways to talk whatever small problems faced you out, • And the way Jihoon is acting is not how you know him, and it feel like you’ve been kicked, • And the week rolls by with the two of you acting as if you don’t know each other, • You want to talk to him desperately, but he seems totally indifferent, • But one night Jihoon doesn’t come back at his regular time, • And panic sets in, Jihoon is always back by 12AM latest, but it’s 01:30 and he’s not here and you haven’t heard of anything from him and this is not how you want to feel, • You’re pacing back and forth, the edge of tears, • You’ve been in tears too much lately, • Having texted all of his friends, to which you’d been given varied responses as to where he was, • When the door slowly pushes open, and a wave of anger flows through you when Jihoon’s figure slides into the flat, • “Where have you been? I was so worried, do you know how much I want to kill you right now?! Because I feel like a mother but I didn’t know where you were, and I felt so lost and-” • You cut short when Jihoon’s soft eyes meet yours, you notice his pale skin, and bruised cheek, knuckles painted with little cuts, the way he holds himself reflecting a blue mood, an apprehensive look in his eyes, • Everything drains out of you to see Jihoon such a way, you rush foreward and grab his hand, examining his knuckles, his cheeks before dragging him into a hug, one you’ve needed all week, • His arms come around you as well, holding you tight like they always did after you’d comforted him, his warmth the familiarity you’ve been craving for a while, • You give him a stern look before gently dragging him towards the sofa and getting the first aid kit, • Always prepared, • “What did you do?” • I mean it’s pretty obvious he’d been in a small fight, but it was so against Jihoon’s nature that your curiosity was driving you mad, • “I’m stupid, y/n, ’m sorry” • You knew it probably wasn’t the right thing to do, but you forgave him right then and there, the look he sent you melting your heart and you knew Jihoon always had a place in your chest, • Not that you were going to tell him this, • “I know, and so you should be, but I need an explanation,” • You douse a cotton bud with alcohol and start to clean his knuckles, much to his displeasure, • “Look, there was this guy who was talking about how the girl I lived with was dragging me down and how she, you, are boring, so I hit him,” • You sigh, putting a plaster over Jihoon’s knuckles, •"Jihoon, you’re an idiot,“ • You let the simple phrase and the look in your eyes portray your feelings, because you know Jihoon can read you, • You let him feel your anger, for doing something so stupid over something so simple, • About your disappointment over his actions, • How you’re glad you have him back, • “I know, and I’m sorry for being a dick. I let my coursework stress me out and I took it out on you,” • You’re not exactly pleased with the excuse he uses, but you let it slide (this time) as you stare into his sorry eyes, weighted by a sadness you feel the need to eradicate, • Because sadness was a dark feeling of loneliness everyone could relate to, • So you wrap him in a hug and kiss his forehead, • It takes you a week and a half to be back into your normal routine, • But then you’re rolling on the sofa yelling at each other about which mario cart course to play on again, • You’re microwaving food together, • Figuring out bills and adult life, • Taking each other for piggy back rides and pretending (or are you o_O) to be a couple to get discounts on couple nights at restaurants, • Talking about simple problems to make sure they don’t build up, • And sometimes Jihoon seems to drift off again, because school is stressful okay, • But all he needs is for you to bring him something to eat and a quick distraction to make sure he doesn’t fall down a nasty hole again, • It’s like 3AM and he’s literally in a coursework forte and u bring him a Bop It© and he’s like what the hell but plays anyway,

• Moral of the story- • Because of what broke you you’re way stronger than before and it’s hella cute,

(Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted them to be platonic or romantic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation?)

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It Cold™

I’m back at it again with the creative titles and this fic is v apt to me as I woke up to  Fricken load of snow outside. This was a realistic au request which honestly had me shook because I could do honestly anything but I hope this suits???

 • Okay so you attend one of those fancy as hell schools where you can board because people from around county attend and can’t easily go home every day,  • Lucky for you it’s only a 20 minute walk away from your house,  • 20 minutes too long because winter is a bitch to you and walking home in the rain is torture,  • Sometimes you WISH you boarded, like most of your friends,  • But life goes on I guess?  • So because of school the work is full on and stressful; there’s a lot of extra clubs,  • Which is where you first encounter Huang Justin, all the way from China but living in the next city over when not boarding,  • Seeing as you spend most of your time sat at a desk, the athletics teams practically calls your name,  • Or maybe that’s the lack of sleep from stress,  • Too relatable? I’ll stop,  • But you sign straight up and find yourself to be an all rounder with a specialty in sprinting?  • Fast as a whippet,  • But Huang Justin also happens to be on the team, a star in the jumping sports, whether it be long or high jump,  • But he often finds himself on the relay team as well because why not honestly this boy is an icon,

 • The teams sweetie honestly will stay through the WHOLE track meet to cheer every single person on from the team,  • And will always offer the best advice he can,  • And will always partner up with someone for warmups if they don’t want to be alone,  • Basically that one dude that’s sporty and nice so basically everyone loves them?  • Yeah that’s Huang Justin,  • And  you also think he’s honestly the best person in the continent,  • Justin and you usually hang out at athletics and chat a lot, You’re an iconic duo, although at school you hardly see each other,  • You talk often at practices and make banners for each other,  • Mutual support wow I love it,  • And you find Justin has a soft spot in your heart,  • But winter rolls around so the Christmas/winter holidays approach at the speed of light and before you know it the last class of school has ended,  • But you know when teachers just really seem to hate life and everything involved and decide homework for the holidays is a gr8 idea?  • Well yeah that happens,  • And you know when the teachers don’t even print out material for you?  • We yeah that also happens,  • So when the last bell of the term goes you find yourself sat in the school library printing off homework sheets,  • And by the time you finally drag yourself out of the library a small scale storm has started?  • You’re shook™  • Why were you not informed??? It’d just been freezing cold when school had finished but apparently mother nature has mood swings and you were at her nasty mercy,  • Honestly she needs to pull herself together,

 • And you’re about to start shuffling through the building snow, stinging and biting at your bare skin,  • But as you waddle past the bus stop, getting ready to battle your way to your house, a figure huddled against the bus stop calls your name over the wind,  • You spin, catch yourself from slipping and slide over the figure quickly, not wanting to spend any extra time in the wicked temperature,  • You can make out the figure of Huang Justin, travel bag over his shoulder, and a thick coat wrapping him but still visibly shivering,  • This is when I literally want to wrap people up and give them hot drinks,  • “Y/N, You live around here right?”  • You nod quickly, the scarf wrapped around your face would muffle your words Anyway,  • “I know we’re not the closest but the storm stopped all the buses, do you think I could stay over?”  • It takes less than a second to think over your answer,

 • You could never leave someone in a storm with nowhere to go,  • And the fact this is Justin makes the choice even easier,  • So that’s how you find yourself making your way home in a small scale snow storm, battling the elements together,  • You wrap your extra long scarf around both of your necks because when you get water down your neck it’s the Actual worse,  • You bump into each other a little bit and you really try not to accidentally strangle him with it but it’s efficient enough,  • And you’re walking in relative silence, trying to ignore the sting of the snow and the ice in your bones, when a warm hand closes around yours and brings it into Justin’s coat pocket,  • And you let your eyes float to his face, you don’t know whether it’s red from the cold or the weather but you smile a little at the action and carry on,  • Hands thawing out and a happy heart 10/10,  • And like it’d be weird and way too fast with anyone else,  • But it’s Justin, a fluffy bean who has everyone best interests at heart, and he’s not exactly a stranger,  • And you’re kinda disappointed when you have to take your hand away to unlock the door, your parents not home for the weekend (on a weekend break) and your brother, Jinyoung, still has a few more days of university before returning home,  • You both tumbled through the door and into the warmth and you wanted to cry because CENTRAL HEATING,  • But you stay strong and show Justin upstairs, lending him some of your brother’s warm baggy clothes used especially for doing nothing,  • Doing nothing - your special skill,  • Everyone knows the second step to getting warm is hot drinks,  • And really, hot chocolate is the perfect answer to everything right?  • Justin definitely agrees, when you push the mug towards him across the counter a smile stretches across his face and his eyes light at the steam,  •  Never have you seen someone so excited for hot chocolate,  • You sneak glance at him as he chugs the hot drink, graceful as ever,  • His damp hair is drying leaving patches looking extremely soft, and his cheeks are still slightly red and your brother’s clothes fit him nicely,  • You seriously hope he warms up soon because you don’t want him freezing in your house nOpe,  • So you turn the heating up even higher,  • Like you defo tryna make the whole house a sauna,  • And you grab all of the blankets your house has to offer before hurding the boy to the sofa,

 • Before you can throw approximately half of the world’s blankets over you, he grabs your wrist, pulling you down as well,  • His laughter rings in your ears as your body comes crashing down into the sofa as well, completely unprepared for such a situation

 • You swear you hear him murmur CUTE,

 • It makes your heart double honestly how adorable could he be,

 • He leans down to grab a few of the abandoned blankets before throwing an arm over your shoulder, making your cheeks flush,  • You’re definitely going to play it off as still being cold,  • But you know Justin won’t fall for that he damn smart,  • “Come on, Y/N, you’re letting me stay, let me look after you as well,”  • Wow where was this Justin in the relay races?  • He’s way too much,  • So you put on a film and hide under the blankets,  • And then you realise you still have to eat, but you can’t order anything in this weather but you’re not too great at cooking,  • You nearly made Jinyoung sick in year 8 from a curry you made rip,  • But then, if you thought Justin couldn’t get any better, he really pulls it out the bag and pulls a couple of packets of ramyeon out of his bag???  • “Justin what the hell do you pack for your journeys???”

 • “Essentials”  • You stare at his bag of mysteries essentials, as he directs himself around your kitchen with a relaxed ease,

 • Justin obviously had a very different view of essentials to you as you peek inside the bag to see 6 pairs of earphones and 4 cans of hairspray,

 • Maybe you needed to change your ideas of essential,  • You sit opposite each other in the kitchen to eat, caught in an intense competition to see who would laugh first,

  • You’re bored nerds okay what else are you supposed to do?    • But then you decide to stoop low indeed and tickle the boy opposite you,  • He can’t take it, bursting out laughing and spraying you in noodles, causing you to fall off of your chair in shock, which only increased his laughter,  • He rounds the side and offers you a hand up, a beautiful smile gracing his flawless face and you swear he has a glowing aura,  • Lmao it’s just the kitchen lights but no one tells you so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  • But he doesn’t expect you to spring up so fast, you feel like you’re flying and when you land on your feet you’re damn close to Huang Justin himself,  • The soft smile stays on his face as you look up at him, feeling the heat radiate off this chest, soft hands steadying you,  • So you step away to wash the plates because that is way too much for your weak heart it seems,  • But he’s quick to pick up a tea towel, jumps into the kitchen counter and starts to dry for you, starting an easy conversation about who on the sprint team could be in the next relay team,  • Wow a domestic soon to be couple,  • And then it’s back to the sofa and under the blankets,  • Sleeping is a whole different argument,  • Justin doesn’t want to use any of your families beds, because that might be a bit weird,  • And you agree - sleeping in a stranger bed? No thanks,

 • But you want him to sleep in your bed, you can’t have a guest sleep on the sofa,  • But he insists he’s fine on the sofa, that you should sleep in your own bed,  • So you meet in the middle and both sleep on the sofa, it’s honestly easier tbh,  • And you had one of those soft, swallow-you-whole material sofas, so that was comfy as hell Anyway,  • And boy were there enough blankets for a small army,  • But you wake up with Justin’s arm wrapped around your waist with his warmth radiating towards your side,  • You turn your face to the side, nearly jumping when his sleeping eyes appear right in-front of yours,  • He looks so peaceful and vulnerable and you have to admit he seems to be the cutest you’ve ever seen him, hair tousled and face unhindered by any expression,  • You can’t help but stare I mean who can blame you, you have Huang Justin sleeping literally right next to you, using you as a teddy bear,

 • You contemplate what to do, get up? Pretend to sleep till he wakes up? Keep on staring?  • You slowly close your eyes and try to calm your heartbeat, that had unhelpfully started to quicken,  • You’re 99% sure Justin would be able to feel your heartbeat when he woke up and you don’t want him thinking you’re having a heart attack,  • “Pretending to sleep, huh Y/N?”  • Well done, you played yourself,  • “And you weren’t?”  • “Touché, y/n, touché”  • You open your eyes to find his brown ones, soft and beautiful, looking directly at yours,  • And in the warmth of layers of blankets, with snow built high outside and the sun rising through the window, the two of you lean in to share your first, wonderful, dizzying kiss,

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Lee Daehwi Royalty Au

•Royals aren’t just naturally elegant and full of manners,  • Oh no, you realise that when you see Seongwoo challenge Woojin to see who can fit the most marshmallows in their mouth,  • A real eye opener right there,  • So yanno, there’s one person who has to teach them how to be royal and elegant and everything like that because they’re supposed to be role models,  • So that’s your job,  • And boy do they make it hard,  • You grew up in an average class family, but your parents thought it was important to know your manners even if you weren’t a Nobel or high up,  • So that’s what you did I guess,  • You went to those etiquette classes and read a few books and were a natural at being classy™  • Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s hours of hard work,  • You’re not entirely sure how you ended up working in the royal palace with all the princes at such a young age but here you are,  • Your parents both got made redundant at the same time, so money was scarce,  • But when the Job popped up it offered somewhere to stay and a living for you, with some money to send back to your parents,  • The old etiquette teacher quit from stress,  • 11 boys were too many for him rip,  • And I guess the king and queen thought changing it up may help so you were found and bought in even though some of the princes were older than you??  • But yeah, you understand why the last teacher quit from stress, because you know the boys know what you’re talking about,  • I mean in public services 6 times out of 10 they’re as they’re expected to be,  • The other 4 times are hilarious if a little inappropriate for their position,  • But they seem to have fun giving you grief,  • I mean they make you laugh and despaired, there is no in-between,  • But you only teach Prince Daehwi and Guanlin regularly because the others are older and have apparently got the hang of it,  • You beg to differ,  • Has no one else seen Jaehwan trip up on 90% of all carpets, send goofy looks to his brothers to draw their laughter and accidentally rip his blazer in a formal interview,  • But honestly you wouldn’t want him to be any different, he’s funny and genuine, even if it’s not in a traditionally royal way,  • But that’s where your lessons get blurry,  • You teach them the traditions of etiquette and grace and manners,  • But it’s totally not as if you also maybe encourage them to be themselves and goofy as well.  . .  • You don’t know this but that’s why the queen employed you, because honestly you’re just genuine,  • Who needs to know what fork to use when it’s cAKe??,  • But you still have a duty,  • And Prince Daehwi seems oblivious,  • You wish you were oblivious honestly,  • You’re sat trying to show him how to walk with grace or something and He’s great at it,  • But at events?

 • At parades?  • He’s bouncing along adorably and it’s great but GrAce,  • You show him the proper fork to use for a main meal,  • WHy Is hE EaTinG tHaT RoaSt DinNeR WiTh a sPOoN????  • Did he just…use his hands???  • Are those shoes not polished?? Daehwi doesn’t even need to polish his own shoes and yet they’re scuffed?  • And did he just laugh while drinking water and spray Jihoon?  • Poor boy doesn’t deserve the disrespect,  • It’s the middle of a speech from the queen and Daehwi loudly snorts at something that Jaehwan whispers to him, causing 11 boys to have a not so silent mental breakdown,  • Tears streaming down faces honestly a whole mess,  • You almost scream but you’re not supposed to scream,  • You have to flail around in your bed in frustration in secret,  • You, out of anyone, know that it’s tedious and yeah, a little pointless maybe,  • But he’s supposed to do it, being royalty isn’t all that fun, and this is just another downfall of having everyone’s judging eyes constantly on you,  • The only reason you get so frustrated,  • Is because Daehwi is a perfect student in your ‘lessons’,  • He does everything perfectly with grace and composure,  • And the odd cheeky smile or teasing comment towards you,  • But generally soft,  • But forgets everything when you’re not around,  • And you wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t so good with you,  • Like you knew from the begging there was going to be no hope for Jaehwan let’s be real,  • (lmao it sounds like i’m picking on him but Jaehwan a fave DW),  • But you’re constantly deceived by Daehwi,

• But the truth?

 • While it’s frustrating, you find the prince purely adorable and love him for his moments with no composure,

 • Like when he flat out fell asleep in your 'class room’  • You’d be offended but you don’t really blame him,  • You just think maybe he shouldn’t be the next king,  • And you love how genuine and real he is and that, yeah maybe he doesn’t put on the perfect etiquette persona the princes are expected to have,  • But he has his own way of manners and an original charm and a way to show people respect and his royal nature without obvious actions or language,  • I mean boy he’s charmed you to death,  • Daehwi doesn’t have a lot of duties as a prince as he’s still young, in fact he’s the second youngest,  • So as you’re around the same age as him and have some spare time in the palace,  • (as an employee of royalty you live in the west wing of the palace with the other employees),  • You spend a moderate amount of time together, a time with strictly no talk of acting 'proper’  • So when Daehwi has no meetings or public services or any duties, you just do the things normal teens do, but love it even more because it’s a rarity,  • He comes and sits on your bed with you as you listen to music or chat about one of the new maids hairstyle,  • He shows you the music he makes,  • Because being royalty isn’t going to stand in the way of Daehwi and music,  • And you show him your art or dances or whatever you’ve recently taken interest in,  • You joke about stupid stuff and sit in silence contemplating your lives,  • You sneak snacks, share and decode homework together,  • (because both of you still get homework, which drives you mad but you get it),  • In the long run you and Daehwi actually get really close despite the fact he’s a prince and you’re hired to teach him about manners despite your young age,  • And who can’t fall for such a soft, genuine and fun dude?  • You can, that’s for sure,  • And boy do you fall,  • But you’re a professional, so you manage to ignore it the best you can,  • But one thing about him is a huge mystery,  • Whether he actually forgets his etiquette or whether he does it on purpose,  • Because sometimes in royal events you’re present,  • In parades you’ll be in a certain area, in dinners you’ll be a fill in waiter, in speeches you’ll always stand to one side in a special area,  • And sometimes you swear he looks at you whilst 'forgetting’ some of your teachings,  • so you’re left questioning him constantly,  • So you finally decide to go and ask him because you’ve forever been unsure,  • So you’re sat on your bed with Daehwi watching a dance cover video,  • Because they’re cool as shit I mean have y'all seen k-tigers or East2West??? Damn cool,  • And you just sit up all of a sudden and stare at Daehwi for a second,  • Can’t blame you,  • “Daehwi, do you really forget all the proper stuff I tell you about or do you just ignore it?”  • His eyes snap to you and his soft lips display a slightly sheepish but mischievous smile,  • “Took you a couple of years, but you caught me y/n”  • You raise your eyebrows and fall back, letting out a little laugh,  • You’d be mad but this is Daehwi, and you simply cannot be mad at him, you never find a good enough reason,  • “Why’d you do that you idiot”  • You sit up quickly and tap his head playfully, needing answers,  • You were definitely gunna scold Daehwi for at least a month and steal all his comfy non public clothes,  • Ultimate pay back,  • “ Well, I don’t really know. I guess I just wanted catch your eye,”  • His cheeks redden as you laugh in time with the butterflies in your stomach, your own face gaining a darker shade,  •"Well that’s stupid, you always catch my eyes. You’re so cute,“  • Words flow out of your mouth and although you didn’t exactly plan on saying what you do, you keep your composure,  • As always,  • "I do?”  • The way Daehwi splutters in surprise is adorable and makes you laugh a little,  • A dork, honestly,  • But then you think over what he said for a split second and something in his words confuse you,  • “Of course, but why would you want to catch my eye?”  • You’re interested in the answer, honestly perplexed by how Daehwi’s mind works and determined to figure it out,  • Daehwi turns the phone off, the dance that used to illuminate the screen now dark and plain,  • “Why wouldn’t I want to catch the eye of the person that holds my heart,”  • So he finally remembers to talk in a formal charming way but it has BacK FIrED,  • You’re dead,  • He’s cheesy,  • And your soul has departed from your body,  • “Your what now?”  • When he laughs at your response, cheery and young and hopeful, you know what he means,  • “Heart, y/n, the one that keeps you alive. You hold my life line,”  • He laughs at you, falling back in giggle and an oversized fluffy jumper that you definitely approve of,  • You fall back next to him, lying side by side with your heart floating,  • “Ah that thing. What if I wanted to use it for the wrong reasons, though, Daehwi?”  • You ponder teasingly, moving your head to look at his soft profile, smiling slightly in content,  • “I know you, y/n, you wouldn’t, it’s not proper,”  • He teased back, unwilling to lose this battle,  • “You’re right there,”  • You sigh, fully happy and feeling high as the sky,  • And the feeling doesn’t go away.