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vampire!jihoon / vampire!woozi

He stared intently. He stared intently at her calm, sleeping face in the quiet. Her lashes resting against her cheeks. Her small nose. Lips parted in just the slightest. Her hair, some draped across her neck. The soft, gentle slope of her breasts. Slowly, very slowly, moving in tandem with her breaths. She was not wearing a bra again. Did she mean to tempt him? He would gladly submit to her whims. Staring was not enough. He moved, silently, over her and his lips covered her own. He wanted her lips, her kiss, her breaths, her body, her soul, her everything. He wanted all of her. His desire peaking, he deepened the kiss, parting her mouth to slip his tongue in. She was his finest wine and he wanted to consume her. Devour her. He felt his blood rushing in his veins. His breath escaped his lips as he parted from her, and she began to stir. He moved to her neck, eagerly nosing her neck, under her jaw. He could sense her pulse, her peaceful heartbeat. She smelled so heavenly, it made his mouth water. He mouthed at the warm skin of her neck, the tip of his tongue tasting her skin. When she realised he was on top of her, she could hear his breaths, his soft whispers.

"You will be the death of me... There is nothing that can hold me back from taking you, right now, on this bed. Your body, your blood. But I want your love. That is what I want."

She could feel a shiver up her spine, the tingles on her skin when she heard him. He knew she was listening. He could hear her heart rate speeding up. His hand began to roam across her waist, her hips. Memorising the shape of her. Imagining how it would feel with her hips in his hands and her soft gasps in his ear. Her soft gasps of his name, over and over again as he gave her pleasure.

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siren!jihoon

a fic born from the jumble of words in my mind when i saw woozi in today's attacca teaser pictures lord help (more under the cut)

warning: nsfw if you squint.

- judging by the size of the moon, he remembers meeting you three weeks ago

- he was singing, and you came to his cove, drawn in by his voice

- you were different. all of his prey succumbed to his desires immediately upon hearing his voice, their eyes dull and their hearts and minds already lost to his melody. instead, you, the curious you had asked him naively, "your voice is beautiful. who are you and what are you doing here?" you showed no signs of lost self-will.

- and so began a strange relationship between you

- your heart and soul smells delicious to him, but you never fell under his spell despite hearing him sing countless times whenever you visit him

- his brothers, united in everything but blood, initially discouraged him

- seungkwan nags at him "don't play with your food!" and gives him a judging look

- the playful jeonghan and jisoo had been warned to not play pranks on you (jeonghan whispered, "possessive kid" to jisoo, and their uncle beomju tells them that he thinks jihoon was born when the sun was in scorpio... or whatever that was)

- and seokmin, well, seokmin was warned not to sing whenever you are around, for jihoon fears his loud voice may entrance you where his own couldn't. you're his

- you've asked him about the glass orb he carries around in a pouch. you wonder why it glows so brightly when he sings

- you can sense that there is something inherently dangerous about jihoon

- once, you found him with a tiny speck of red on the side of his mouth. you forgot about it when he licked it away and gave you a soft smile after

- his voice is too beautiful, almost inhuman. his canines seem sharper than average. his skin is beautiful. he claims to be in his mid-twenties, but his skin looks smooth and pretty with very few wrinkles. he speaks with mature thoughts, which throw you off several times. you wonder if he is actually way older than he says he is

- he hopes you never find out that his diet doesn't actually consist of human food

- the glass orb contains the souls of all the humans whose hearts became his meal. the orb glows, because they hear him when he sings. they are still lured by his voice even when they're gone

- and so he wonders why the tables have turned in this relationship. why is it the opposite, when he is the one with the alluring voice

- you are special to him. the way your eyes shine like moonlight upon seawater. the way your voice lilts when you speak his name.

- you are precious to him. you are both naive and smart, kind and headstrong. from your countless conversations, the more he learns about you, the deeper he falls

- you are seductive. your voice calling him countless times, your soft moans and desperate gasps are like honey to him whenever he enters you

- seungkwan has already given up on nagging him at this point

- he wonders, he ponders, if he shouldn't sing when the full moon comes soon. sirens achieve the peak of their powers on every full moon, and you, sweet you, he cannot bear to lose you to his ever-simmering appetite. he will not be able to bear keeping you by his side in the glass orb, when your voice is his drug. you're a siren in your own way - you're his siren

- and so he decides he wouldn't mind keeping you around for a while longer.

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warning: smut. Just very short smut. 

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It’s when he looks at you like that, you know he means business. He’s been actively averting his eyes from you all night during dinner with the boys. Now, when it’s only the two of you, his eyes rake slowly up and down your figure. His dark gaze pulls you in. You know he’s sizing up his meal - you.

His tongue slips out to wet his lips. Your breath hitches.

“Jihoon…?” you whisper.

Before you can react, he has you pressed against the cold wall. When did you start feeling so warm? His left hand cushions the back of your head against the wall while he urgently presses his lips to yours. You think his moan is part of your imagination - no, he is moaning into your mouth. His right hand painstakingly travels all the way down from the side of your left breast to your behind. Oh, he wants you, alright. Needs you. Desperation is emanating off of him in waves, it overwhelms you. You will yourself not to fall from the weakness in your knees. 

When he feels you losing your breath, his tongue slips out of your mouth and he pulls away, his lips now tracing a wet path down your jaw, your neck - and then he moves to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His warm right hand is already slipping underneath your shirt. You wonder when the skin on your stomach had gotten so sensitive to his touch. You hear a quiet, pleased chuckle from him which sends your nether regions haywire.

“Tonight, you’re mine.”

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Genre: ……Angst?  Word count: 567 Warning: I’m not Woozi so I’ll never know what’s actually going on in his mind.  Summary: You take a trip back to the past but don’t expect to see it in your future. Inspired by ‘I Don’t Miss U’ sung by Bumzu and written by Woozi. Recommended to listen to the song while reading this. Note: Do not repost or translate.

Your feet tread the grass as the light winds grace your hair. The bell of the kindergarten and primary school near the park you are in rings, and you look to the gates to see children pouring out with excited laughter. It drags your memories back to when the sky was cloudy but bright. The weather reminds you of that fateful evening you met him. A boy’s shy smile shone with muted happiness as he poured his love for music to you.

A love that was enough for you to let him go. To encourage him to pursue his dreams and share his words with the world.

A voice breaks you out of your reverie.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N….?” You turn your head, and question yourself if you were dreaming.

“Jihoon….” your lips put a name to the face that even with a cap and mask, cannot hide what your heart so dearly misses. The name that haunts your memories with both happiness and pain. You catch hints of blonde under the cap. He removes the mask to speak to you.

“What brings you here?” you ask.

“I’m here to pick someone up. You?”

“Just felt like coming back here,” you answer, and he nods. It has been years. You are no longer able to read him like a book. He feels familiar and foreign to you all at once. “How are you? Seventeen seems to be doing well, I’m surprised you’re out and about.”

“We do get our breaks every now and then,” he says.

“I listen to your songs. They’re good,” you mention, and he smiles. Something about the curve of his lips overwhelms your being. And you add, “I missed you. A lot. I watch all of your performances.” Your heart beats loud against your chest when you let those words go.

He is silent for a moment, and you wonder if he understands what you are trying to say.

“I hope you enjoyed our songs and dances. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if it is day or night when I’m stuck in the studio writing and composing. It’s good to know someone appreciates our work,” he says, and you nod, unable to say something else without sounding awkward.

Just then, a little girl who looks about four walk over to where you both are.

“I’m here!” she yells excitedly and Jihoon picks her up. Your breath catches in your throat when you wonder if the child is his. You quickly shake the thought off. 

“Let’s go. Say bye to Ms. Y/N,” he grins and prods the girl, and the girl smiles brightly.

“Bye, Ms. Y/N!” she says, and you wave to her. Jihoon gives you one last smile before he turns, carrying her away.

You wish you can say “See you around” but he turns the corner and is gone. 

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“Did you have a good day at school, Byul?” Jihoon asks the girl when they get into his car.

“Eung! Uncle Jihoon, who was that woman?”

This time, he answers, “Someone I miss very dearly.”

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Pairing: Reader x Mingyu Genre: Fluff   Word count: 530 Warning: Too short to be a plot. A couple of puns? (You have been warned!) Summary: You are helping a friend who is going to cook you dinner, but you can’t tell apart the ingredients to save your life. Note: Do not repost or translate. 

This is one of the reasons why your friend is cooking for the both of you.

She had asked you to drop by that little herb store tucked behind tall buildings and coffeehouses to get her cilantro when you were done with your errands for the morning. What she forgot to tell you was that there were several herbs that looked like cilantro. The only thing on your mind when you saw the herbs were ‘they all look like parsley’. The funniest thing was that none of them were labelled. You secretly eyed the guy with tanned skin sitting at the counter, hoping he was not going to ask you too many questions if you whipped out your phone to take pictures of the herbs and send them to your friend. Great, you were going to look like a total idiot. Bracing yourself for whatever that would happen, you slowly pulled out your phone, made sure it was on Silent mode, opened the Camera app --

“May I help you, Miss?” a deep voice asked and you almost jumped out of your skin. When did the guy walk over to you so quickly? And quietly, too. You turned to look at him, unsure of what to say without sounding like you have never cooked in your life. Sure, you had cooked a fair few times, but those were simple dishes like fried rice and the typical sunny egg. You blushed with embarrassment, letting the question escape your lips rather than let your body escape the store.

“I, uhh- I’m looking for cilantro?”

“Oh! These are cilantro,” he pointed at one of the batches of herbs on display. You nodded, taking the amount of cilantro you needed. You turned to head to the counter to pay for your purchase, but found him looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“Do you want to know the difference? This one,” he pointed to the herb to the left of the cilantro, “is parsley. They have sharper leaves.” He then pointed to the herb to the right, “This one is the leaf celery. They have less grooves, see?” You nodded when you found them easier to tell apart after his explanation. “Thanks! I see the difference now,” you grinned at him. He bore no sort of disdain on his expression, instead, he looked pleased to have helped. You paid at the counter, discreetly admiring his tall stature and handsome face as he handled the register and gave you the receipt. You put it in the bag of cilantro, and he smiled and gave a friendly goodbye when you left the store. It made your heart flutter as you walked home.

You put the bag of cilantro and your other items on the kitchen counter. It wasn’t until later when your friend found the receipt in the bag and passed it to you with a smirk. “Turn it over,” she said.

On the back of the receipt, it said, “Please spend some thyme with me, I’d love to share some sage advice. -Mingyu :)”

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Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Reader, Genre: Slight angst Word count: 139, oneshot Warning: Not good to read when you’re feeling down. Summary: The vocal booth is both his joy and pain, when it comes to you. A/N: Do not repost or translate. 

He wonders when you will let him into the depths of your fragile heart.

Jihoon is already used to the routine - a call from you and he instantly stops whatever he is doing, and shifts his focus to you. Especially when you ask if you can borrow his vocal booth. Especially when you come to him, head hung low to hide your face; hands shaking and shoulders trembling.

On days like those, he can never fathom what kind of demons have snatched your brightest smile and happiest chuckle. The booth mutes your sorrow, but he can still hear your tears loud and clear through the soundproof walls.

If only you would use him to spill your heart out.

He will keep waiting, until one day you can lift your head and see that he has his arms open.

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So.... I have a storyline in my head involving cultural clothing and... It'll be a Woozi-centric AU. I'm posting this so I don't chicken out of writing it... (my writing is shit but I'll try my best lmao)

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Bonjour mon omelette

In which you stumble upon the joys of.... eating yellow food. 

Genre; Fluff? Humour? Crack? I was aiming for lowkey crack. Is it really an egg crack? Discover if it cracks. 

Characters; You, Hoshi

Warnings; None. Maybe I wrote this when I was drunk, I don’t know. 

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The sound of chairs being drawn away from another table distracts you from your reverie. They seat new patrons, the little restaurant suddenly rustling with activity. For a while, it is busy, then it is back to silence once the people are settled comfortably. You feel your heart calming. You look behind you at the newcomers - a table of six. They're busy poring over the menu. You wonder if they know the tamagoyaki here is the best. It's the reason why you're here almost every weekend. Though it is Wednesday night - you got to leave work earlier than expected. There's a power outage at your workplace and the boss deemed it fit to release all of you, since it was just one hour away from closing time anyway. You raise the glass of hot green tea to your lips and take a sip, and put it down on your left, on the wooden surface of the counter. You take a peek over the counter to see that the chef is still busy, and you hope he has made a move on preparing your dish. Your phone distracts you with a message from your colleague, teasing you if you 'went to that Japanese place again'. You grin. You vaguely notice someone seating themself on your right, and choose to ignore it.

It is a good 15 minutes later when your dish arrives.

The wait was well worth - a golden light almost reflects off the white plate as the yellow, rolled omelettes look dense and thick. You can almost recall the phantom taste of slight sweetness and lovely texture in your mouth as you stare at it. There are six, and you can't wait to start. The platter of other sushi you've ordered have arrived as well, but you take in the dish before you, the star of the night. You shoot a quick text to your colleague saying your gold bars have arrived, and chuckle. Phone now put away, you focus on your task at hand - savouring your favourite dish. As your chopsticks approach the first piece of yellowy goodness, you are interrupted.

"That looks good. Is it good?"

You almost jump at the male voice chirping from your right. You turn to him and take him in instead. He is fair, blond hair askew, eyes slanted prettily. He does look sort of charming. You wonder what it is about him that makes him look... handsome. Mischievous, even. His cheeks remind you of round eggs. Which brings your attention back to the topic at hand. You turn back to your tamagoyaki.

"They're delicious. They're the reason why I keep coming back here," you answer, a little shy. You hope he does not say any more - you want to enjoy the gold-equivalent in the land of food at your own pace. As you resume trying to eat your favourite dish in the whole wide world, you are thwarted in your attempt again. 

"Can I... Can I try a piece, please?" he asks. You turn your head to him at Mach speed. His face pleads, eyes watery and lips quivering. You sigh.

"Yes. Only the one." You push the dish slightly closer to him, and he brightens up with a huge smile. Sunnier than your tamagoyaki. You feel all warm inside. He slowly uses his chopsticks to pick up a golden, precious piece and puts it into his mouth. His eyes close as he chews, and you think his expression conveys what you feel every time you have this sacred dish. He smiles contentedly, and you know he can taste all the flavours that are holy and good. His eyes open and look at you like you have offered him the wine of eternity.

"This... This is so good! I love it!" he exclaims, and you can't help smiling back. "I'll order a plate of my own and give you two pieces of it, how's that? Thanks for sharing yours," he adds, and you nod appreciatively. He does as he says, and then turns to watch you eat while waiting for his own sushi set to arrive. It is strange how you can't focus a hundred percent on your beautiful tamagoyaki, now that you have found your rolled-omelette soulmate.

"So... what do you think about sharing your number too? I want to show you a place where they serve really good egg sushi roll," he says, and you detect an undertone of nervousness in his voice. You turn to him again and he gets excited, sensing your curiosity. After a moment of thought, you nod. He silently cheers by pulling his fist down from mid-air in celebration (assa!) and you can't help but chuckle.

And that is the story of how you met your foodie buddy Kwon Soonyoung.