#queerjunhui

[hyunllx]

editing his freckles should be considered a CRIMEEEE

TEA Like why would that even cross your mind

[iiasha-archived]

ARE THOSE JUNHUI CATS????

they are indeed junhui cats 😭😭😭 I also got this little note if anyone wants to like. translate nfbdnsn

[haniehae-archive]

El hijo de rana, Rinrín renacuajo salió esta mañana muy tieso, muy majo. Con pantalón corto, corbata a la moda sombrero encintado y chupa de boda.

Haha que bonitinho! Isso é algum ditado ou tu que criou? Kk achei fofo! Espero que tu esteja bem Vane!! 💕💕

[seungcheolsbodyharness]

Yeihhh okay so random numbers!!! 11 + 6! ♡

11 10 - after a near death experience + ““Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” (4/10) (okay so it’s not really a near death experience but it’s cute, so it’s okay, right?)

x

junhui, the bastard, has the nerve to be laughing. if your heart didn’t feel like it would pound out of your chest, you’re pretty sure you would have smacked him. 

but let’s back up.

junhui had asked you for a favor. you owed him, he reminded you, for rescuing you from not one, not two, but five bad dates. 

“do this for me and we’ll be totally even.” he promised. so you’d agreed, despite not knowing what he wanted.

that was your first mistake. 

junhui picks you up and refuses to let you know what the favor is. he drives out of town, towards the beach, and he drives along the coast with the windows down and music blaring. for a moment, just a moment, things feel perfect. ideal. 

and then you see your destination.

“you’re kidding.”

junhui smiles and laughs. no, he tells you. he’s not.

on the boardwalk, they sell jet ski rentals, and boogie boards, and other assorted beach necessities. they also sell tickets for parasailing. 

“they only do it in pairs.” junhui tells you. “you have to come with me.”

you turn to him, eyes wide. “i - i don’t have a bathing suit.”

he shrugs. “i’ll buy you one.”

“junhui i don’t - i don’t....” 

the thing about junhui is that yes, he brought you here without telling you the destination. he brought you here to cash in a favor. but he doesn’t push. 

“i’m not going to make you.” he sighs. “i want to do it, and i’d like to do it with you, but if you’re really too scared we can do something else.”

you fidget with your fingers. it looks fun, it really does, but it still makes you nervous. junhui reaches out and takes your hands.

“i promise it’s safe. and i’ll be there with you the whole time, if it makes a difference. you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need.”

you bite your lip. he seems so sure, and you’re sure you’ll regret not going eventually. 

after all, the weather is perfect. 

junhui buys the tickets and true to his word, buys you a bathing suit. he also buys you a ridiculous t-shirt to wear over it, a sea turtle wearing a bikini. he thinks it’s cute, and truthfully you think he’s cute, so you’re not mad about it. 

before you know it, your time slot rolls around and you’re whisked away on a boat, out onto the deep of the ocean. you’re nervous, but junhui looks excited and happy, so you do your best to feel the same. 

you’re set up in the glider, and then suddenly you’re in the air. you scream and squeeze your eyes shut, grip vice-like on the handles hanging near your head. 

junhui reaches out and takes your hand, and laughs, laughs, laughs despite the way you must be crushing his hand. he squeezes back, and it’s comforting. 

he yells over the rushing air, telling you to open your eyes. “it’s okay!” he shouts. “you’re okay!”

you open your eyes, and you scream even louder than before. you clutch at junhui’s hand tighter, and he brings it up to his mouth to kiss gently at the back of your hand. you’re so surprised that you stop screaming, and then finally you’re able to really take in the sights below you. 

your heart still pounds harshly behind your ribs, but it’s more out of excitement. 

the parasail ride ends and the two of you come slowly back down to the boat. junhui, graceful as ever, steps lightly back to his seat as if he’d been born on the sea. you, however, don’t fare so well - your legs feel like jello as you step back onto the boat, and as soon as your safety gear is removed and the guide’s hands are off, you take a wobbly step and fall to your knees.

which, of course, brings you to now, with junhui laughing at you. he had leapt forward immediately, of course, helping you up and into a seat, but now that you’re safe and settled he has no shame in his mirth. 

“shut up.” you bite, and his laughter slows to a stop. 

“oh, you know you love me.” he teases, and you pout back at him. 

“do i love you? yes. do i like you? that’s still up for debate.”

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, and gets right up against your ear. “you know...usually when i give someone a kiss, their reaction isn’t terrified screaming. i must say my pride is hurt.”

your cheeks flare up. “shut up. you kissed my hand, you weirdo. i should punch you for not asking permission.”

junhui nods. “okay, that’s fair. i’m sorry.” he grins, wide. “can i have your permission to do it again? maybe...a real one this time?” 

your face, if possible, flushes more. “junhui please.”

“no, really, i mean it.” 

you look up at him and roll your eyes. “please.”

“please kiss you or please leave you alone?”

you wish he couldn’t read you so well. 

“i’ve liked you for a long time now.” he whispers, shy now. “that’s why i - i was always more than happy to rescue you from shitty dates. to pretend i was your boyfriend, to - to...to be there for you when you need me.”

your eyes go wide. you’d thought he was kidding. you didn’t think - 

“did you bring me out here to confess, junhui?”

now it’s his turn to blush, ears going red. “...yes.”

“oh.” you pause. “that’s really romantic, in a way.”

“is...is it?”

“yeah...so um. if you want. i’d like a kiss, actually.”

junhui grins and scoots close to you. “oh, believe me. i want to.”

send me a situation and a sentence for jun’s bday~

[hellapainyo]

Seventeen Secret Santa 2019

@queerjunhui I hope you love your gift!! - sss ⭐️

Jun hadn’t planned on spending six hours at the coffee shop. He also hadn’t planned on the snow piling high against the entrance. Most of all, he hadn’t planned on seeing her this day. 

They’d gone to school together back in Shenzhen, during middle school and high school. They’d been dance partners for The Nutcracker when their dance program ran it through the holidays. They’d been granted the privilege to perform The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy, a highly skilled dance that they were surely underprepared for, but excited nonetheless. In the pit of his stomach, that excitement grew into something much much worse that probably had something to do with the probably fine, but now that I think about it, definitely not fine yogurt he’d had for breakfast. Before he knew it, he lifted her for the pinnacle of the dance, and vomited all over the back of her costume, which of course they didn’t have an extra of, so she had to keep dancing the rest of the show in a yogurt and bile stained tutu. He didn’t know how to apologize and she refused to let him talk to her, so he said nothing, and left everything behind the following year when he signed with Pledis Entertainment. He debuted and never looked back, except to remind his other members that he was sensitive to dairy and that’s why he could never eat yogurt in the mornings. 

So when he walked into the new coffee shop on the corner of the block his dorm was on, he was surprised to see her, smiling, speaking Korean so fluently, and definitely not in China anymore. He knew she had plans to get a degree in business and that she was hoping to get out of China to do it, but he expected her to go to Europe or The States, but certainly not Korea. In her case, it only made sense. After her mom passed away, her dad tried anything he could to find a solid job that would ensure her going to college where she could flourish. He’d spent long hours studying Korean with her so that he could apply for a job in Seoul where the market was booming. She’d learned by proxy, and found herself applying to Yonsei University and pursuing a double major in Applied Statistics and Economics on a ballet scholarship. Despite being vomited on, she was still the best ballerina Shenzhen had ever seen, and the recruiters knew it. That being said, while her dad worked in the gourmet food industry, she worked at the cheap coffee shop that was known for its fast wifi and chocolate chip cookies, which were once her mother’s recipe. She had baked them for the first time as a momento on her mother’s birthday and brought them to work. She never thought they were anything special until her boss tried one and instantly wanted to put them on the menu. She thought it was apropos to include four different chips and some caramel, but according to everyone around her, they were the best.

After closing the cash drawer and giving the change to the young child who had asked for two peppermint hot cocoas for his parents, she smiled down at him, and smoothed out her apron as he trotted over to the waiting section of the coffee bar. She turned to the fridge and pulled out the milk to steam and began the double boiler for the chocolates and peppermint candy melts. She always loved hearing kids get excited over the complexity of the instruments used for something as simple as a hot chocolate. Smiling to herself, she glanced in the mirror behind the register to see a face she never expected, nor wanted, to see ever again. She remembered hearing his mom tell her mom about him getting accepted into some training program, but between her being pissed about the yogurt and the tutu, and watching her mom deal with the sickness, she never really cared about what happened to Jun. She was far too focused on herself, her father, and her little brother, who was just two when Mom passed. It wasn’t easy, but she felt like she was managing well enough to make Mom proud. 

He looked like he was ready to bolt, but he absolutely needed to get out of the dorm and get some personal time, even if it did force him into the cafe where his dance partner turned frenemy worked. He was working on the lyrics to Seventeen’s first Chinese single and he wanted it to be a sweet ode to the fans where he could thank them for the undying support they give to Seventeen that made his dreams a reality. He’s always felt like he’s owed it to the fans, but he’s never been able to express it to them very well, at least in Korean, so now that he was writing in Mandarin, he would be able to do so. With a lot of passion, and not enough cash to go anywhere else for a coffee and quiet time, he walked up to the counter. 

She saw him contemplate his life choices and slowly meander towards the counter. She couldn’t help but feel a warm slickness on her lower back, which was just anxious sweat, but reminded her too much of the yogurt. 

Feigning ignorance, she put on her best fake smile, twirling on her heel, and saying, “What can I get you today? Today’s specials are the Caramel Toffee Espresso and the Gingerbread… Yogurt Parfait.” How had she not realized how surrounded by yogurt she really was? Hearing it come out of her mouth felt like a nightmare come true. Again. 

She wasn’t initially sure he recognized her but his pained expression said it all. “I’ll just get the Caramel Toffee Espresso,” he said while raking his hands through his hair. As if this could get any more awkward. 

“That will be $4.50.” He handed over exact change as to make the conversation end. She printed the receipt, handed it over, and began assembling the finished hot chocolates for the boy from before. Jun took a seat next to the boy. 

“You really should try the yogurt parfait, Mister. They use the thick kind and it’s nice and tasty, right, Miss Y/N?” She hummed a strange noise, that could be taken as both a warning and agreement, depending on if you were Jun or the boy.

“Oh I really don’t get along with yogurt,” was all Jun said. She scoffed and the boy just looked at him with a confused expression.

“You have the no toes toddler rinse?”

“Sure.”

“Here’s your hot cocoas. Don’t tell your mom but I threw in a cakepop on the house for you to enjoy on the way home,” Y/N said, with a soft smile on her face as his eyes lit up, gingerly grabbing the drink carrier. “I don’t think either of us get along with yogurt anymore.”

“Listen, I’m sorry, I--” Jun began.

“We’re in our twenties, living polar opposite lives. Don’t act like it matters anymore,” she cut him off. The problem was, it did still matter. To both of them. It was a scarring experience, and with everything going on with her mom, and how close Jun’s mom was to hers, he thought he could have been there for her. He had hoped he could at least been her friend, or more, but at least a friend. His dumb stomach and anxiety had to ruin everything that his teen heart desired. While he loved what he did and he owed his success and daily happiness to the Carats, he always wondered what would have happened if he had eaten Cheerios instead. Would they have joined a travelling ballet together, performing the most complex routines effortlessly? He’d never know since he messed up. All these years later and he still hadn’t processed if he like liked her or just liked her talent and humility. “Here’s that espresso.” 

He carefully took the hot beverage and found a table to lay out his papers. He hadn’t written a song before--only done choreographies--so he was trying really hard to make sure it would be perfect. He laid out his pencils, blank sheet music paper, and notepad, and began to draft out ideas. He’d scribble something, and then cross it out, in succession until he had a growing pile of disappointing lyrics. He was ready to call Woozi in for help and call it quits when he looked up for the first time in 4 hours. 

She never expected him to stay long enough to order, let alone not have his drink to-go and instead stay, working on some kind of project. He looked befuddled the whole time, tongue peeking out on occasion as something worked out, and then a brow furrowing when that same thing no longer worked. She didn’t know what he was working on, but she knew it was important to him and that he didn’t want to mess up. It was the same face he’d had all throughout the rehearsals for The Nutcracker. Until that exact moment, she had been jaded. She thought he did it on purpose to ruin her chances of making it big in dance and to embarrass her, the girl whose mom was already dying. She’d thought he already had everything with Pledis planned out and that he really no longer cared about the art of dancing since he already had a career figured out. She thought that everything he had said to her, all those words of encouragement, was fake. She felt played and manipulated until now when she realized that he was the same as he had always been. He was a hardworking, determined, kind-hearted, warm individual who deserved the chance at redeeming himself. She’d always hoped he was sorry and right when he was ready to apologize, she kept pushing it away. Him away. That’s all she knew how to do until it was always too late. Not this time. 

Before she knew it, the snow had picked up and the wind was shaking some of the older windows. How had Jun not noticed this? He remained the pinnacle of focus on his work until the cafe was empty, but for her and him. He finally looked up from his work, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips before he realized that he had gotten himself snowed in. With his frenemy. Who refused to talk about their past. 

“Hey, can you come shovel us out? Yeah, us. There’s a customer here still. I knew that would speed you up,” she mumbled into a phone before hanging up and coming around to his table. “Looks like we’re snowed in. What are you working on here?”

“Oh it’s really nothing. At least not yet,” he began tentatively. “You know about my group, right?” She nodded. “Well, we’re doing a single for our Chinese Carats and I wanted to write it but I don’t know the first thing about writing music.”

“You don’t even know the first thing about Lactaid, Jun,” she snorted. 

“I’m not intolerant. It was expired,” he defended, a smile finding its way onto his face. 

“So was that tutu by the end of the night.”

“You’re not mad?” 

“Oh trust me, I was. And I stayed mad for a long time and found ways to blame you for every failure in my life. And then I’d keep failing and realized all I had become was a cynic,” she digressed. “It’s okay now, though. Serendipity clearly had its way today. I always wondered if you remembered me.”

“How could I forget the girl I ruined the life of? I really thought I ruined everything,” he sighed, “I mean, I know I ruined this, for sure.” He loosely gestured between them.

“This? We were something?” 

“I’d hoped we would be. But then I messed up and had to yeet myself as far as my dance skills would allow me to.” 

“That’s a sad excuse for never asking me to the senior dance.”

“I thought you’d kill me, or worse, break my legs.” 

“There was enough death that year, Jun.”

“Oh, right, sorry to--”

“So I would have been forced to break your legs. I don’t make the rules,” she giggled. 

He rolled his eyes, “Of course, of course. What else could have been done?”

“There wouldn’t have been any viable options. How about you say we try out the parfait and see who can hold out the longest without throwing it up?” she suggested, walking back over to the coffee bar.

“It was just the one time!”

“Yeah, all over me!”

[cheolshu]

Mika queen of gifs in this fandom saying she does lq gifs?? NOT ON MY WATCH!!!!

OIAENGHE there are a lot of blogs who make better gifs than me tho

[adorablehoshi]

Remind this day as the day mingyu stans all died

12.05.2019 in memory of mingyu stans who always had so much love for their puppy, that loved them as much too and in the end killed them all, with too much perfection 

[softsoonhao]

19 + jun uwu🌈

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing.

you lean over your project - a cake for Jeonghan’s birthday - very carefully placing the dollops of icing in the design you had previously thought out. you wanted it to look nice, so you took your time decorating it, having already done the lettering in a pretty lavender colored icing. you were almost done, this part being the most time consuming, so you concentrated on getting each dollop the right size and placing.

an arm makes its way into your peripheral vision, dipping a finger into the bowl of icing, and you stop what you’re doing to turn and send a glare junhui’s way. he only grins around the finger now in his mouth as he sucks the icing off, wagging his brows at you, and you roll your eyes, despite your gaze lingering a bit on his mouth.

he must take note of this, because when you return to your task, he presses his lips to your shoulder once, twice, a third time until you sigh.

“jun, let me finish this.”

you hear him chuckle, and he kisses your shoulder again, higher this time. you plan on ignoring him, knowing well what he’s trying to do, but you won’t let him succeed. jun only takes this as a challenge, moving up your shoulder, pushing away your hair to press kisses along your neck, too. you do a pretty good job of ignoring him until he bites below your ear, starts sucking a pretty bruise into your skin, and you inhale sharply, eyes fluttering.

setting the icing down, you turn to face him, eyes narrowed at how perfectly smug he looks. reaching around you, he grabs the cake and pushes it aside, then promptly picks you up to set you on the counter.

“you’re so annoying,” you say against his lips, sighing as his fingers brush your thighs.

“you love me,” he responds, still wearing that stupid smirk.