#timestamp series

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2:15 am -  woozi x reader

Years from now, you’ll visit Seoul with a ring on your finger. You’ll be older and married to one of your upperclassmen in high school. By then, you’ll have been married for years with a child in pre-school.

But you’ll visit Seoul. (You haven’t visited Seoul since you and Jihoon sort-of broke up. You’ve passed through the city but never visited.) 

You read in an online article that Jihoon opened a music cafe with Soonyoung (of all people) now that he’s done with his military service and is now waiting for the rest to finish too. 

It will be a quaint chic cafe in Hongdae. With floor to ceiling windows, and polished wood interiors. It’s airy and the light spills into the very table you’re seated. At the far corner, you’ll see Seventeen mementos - pictures, notes, and gifts from fans cover an entire wall and it makes you smile. 

That is Jihoon’s dream actualized. It came with the fame and the money, but at the core of it is the dream to create universes in verses. 

It’ll be a quiet day with your strawberry cheesecake and latte when he sits in front of you. 

He’ll be older then too but in the right light, the right tilt, you’ll almost see the boy you loved when you were fifteen (sixteen-eighteen-twenty-twenty three- and so on) and it’ll make your heart skip again. Just once, twice, before settling into a normal pace. 

He’ll smile at you and glance at the ring on your finger with a quiet sadness in his eyes. Jihoon will be reminded of what he couldn’t, wouldn’t give you back then but there will be no regret. 

It’ll be a dishonor to you and him for regrets too pool this small table between you. 

You’ll ask about his service and he’ll tell you quick details. He’ll ask about your husband, and you’ll tell him that he’s a big fan of their group and so is your daughter. You’ll show him photos of your little girl and his eyes will trail on your face and hands. 

Oh how time will pass by. 

By the time afternoon rolls by, he’ll bring you upstairs, to the corded room and you’ll tear up at the sight of the small bookshelf filled to the brim of your old books. 

You’ll remember sending them to the most special boy in your world when you were fifteen. A reminder of home while he toiled away in a basement of a Seoul company, dreaming a dream that you believed in. You sent countless of books with notes in between. 

I love you was never written but, I hope you’re eating well, and I believe in you rings the same. 

“You kept them?” you’ll ask, even if the answer is staring at you in all their glory. 

Jihoon will nod, chuckle a bit with flushed cheeks. “Of course, I did.” 

I loved you too. 

End Note: Quick drabble to celebrate Woozi’s selfies. Hahaha. 

[bluesora]

【6.30am】

“sometimes i wish i could just turn it off, turn it all off.”

you would say, for the hundredth time that week, the palm of your hands buried deep into the pile of snow before you. it was cold, definitely, the burnt from the sudden change in temperature should have bitten your delicate skin but all you could feel was the anger coursing through your veins. the redness of your palm barely scrapped the level of pain you had felt every single waking day.

“you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up y/n.”

his voice, as strict as ever, but always with a hint of gentleness when it’s for you. he gripped onto both your wrist that was submerged in the pile of fluff, bringing you up on your feet with ease before squeezing a heat pack between your numbing hands.

daichi had always been this nice to you. always. was it because he saw you as his younger sister? was it because he felt an obligation to watch over you? or was it because you’re just a clumsy friend in his eyes?

“i’m not hurting myself when you’re here.”

“i’m not always going to be here, y/n.”

he sighed, rubbing your frosted numb fingers together with his large warm ones. the heat pack he had brought out was doing real little as compared to his own temperature.

‘why not?’ you thought, those words felt bitter on the tip of your tongue—almost as if it had evaporated along with the puff of moist air that slipped from your lips.

“sometimes i wish...”

nothing seemed to be able to form aside from those words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. words buried so deep in your heart, it felt like you were bearing your heart open if you do string them into reality; and somehow you did.

“...you would see more of me.”

“y/n—”

“you’re really cruel, you know that?”

your once distant hues were now staring right into his hesitant ones. you could almost see the guilt swirling in those pupils you thought would only look your way.

“i love you daichi.”

“i’ve loved you ever since the day we met!”

“i know—”

“no! you don’t know—you don’t, because all you ever want to know is if i’m doing anything stupid. or if i’m hurting myself. that’s all you see in me. someone that constantly needed you.”

he loved you too. truly, but never in the way you wanted him to.

daichi wasn’t dense, nor was he ignorant of the love you have for him. maybe he was cruel for leading you on, but he couldn’t bring himself to end it. you were just as important to him.

“when will you ever love me?”

“i do love you,”

his words had you blinking a few tears back as your angered grip on his hand loosened.

“just not the same way you do for me.”

a deep sigh of frustration left his lips. perhaps today might just be the day he end it after all. it wouldn’t do any good to continue this play of pretend.

“what does that even mean? love is love, is it not? why are you denying—”

“because i was the one that constantly needed you.”

his eyes that was once filled with so much worry and care for you, for the first time, seemed unfamiliar in your glossy hues.

needed. if he said that to you a few days ago, perhaps your aching heart might have fluttered. perhaps your warm cheeks might be an obvious sign that you had fallen for him all over again.

but you knew deep down, this...this familiar feeling that was overflowing your senses.

“but you don’t want me.”

“y/n—”

“i know.”

you whispered, having had enough.

“i know so...please let go.”

daichi wondered if this was the end he wanted you to have.

“please let me go—”

if he hadn’t been selfish, maybe you wouldn’t be like this now.

“—so then i can let you go.”

was there no other way but an end?

“i’m sorry for being selfish y/n.”

with one last squeeze and a gaze that held remorse, he wrapped his scarf around your trembling figure before turning to leave.

“please take care of yourself.”

even the last few moments were of him looking out for you; take care, how ironic—when you had always been this way in hopes he will one day truly be with you.

with his scent lingering subtly under your nose, you weren’t sure if the abandoned heat pack or the numbness in your heart was colder in this harsh winter.

a/n: this was a really old piece that i re-visited after experiencing the same sentiment when i first wrote it. hope it make sense and thank you so much for reading.

[kaepopsicle]

[5:30] suh johnny.

this was so fluffy and cute istg

— jaehyun . yangyang

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You wipe the sweat beads forming on your forehead, your strands of hair sticking. It was quiet, the only sound to be heard was the soft sound of music playing over the kitchen speaker and the chopping sound of the knife hitting the wooden cutting board. The aroma in the room smelt of garlic and pasta.

The sound of keys jiggle in the door breaks through the aesthetic room, it opens to reveal a tall, broad, handsome figure holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Well hello there.”

He says taking off his trench coat and hanging it on the wooden hook by the door.

You smile focusing on the garlic below you. Mincing it to little pieces. He slides against the wooden ground; his fluffy black hair swaying over his perfectly sculpted face. “It smells amazing” he says smiling, now in the kitchen looking down at all the food you have prepared.

He places the flowers in a vase on the counter and you softly smile trying to focus. His large masculine figure is felt behind you, his biceps curl around your waist and squeezes. You can feel the heat of his breath on your neck, the softness of his lips brush your now prickled skin.

Leaving soft gentle kisses. “I missed you.” He says softly, his breath warming your skin. You stopped cutting, fully filling his embrace. You felt warm, comfortable, safe. “I missed you too.” You say still holding the garlic cutting knife.

“now get out of my kitchen buttface, I need to get this done.”

He chuckles at the name calling. he gives one last squeeze and lets you go, smacking your butt as he walks out of the kitchen “yes ma’am” he replies smiling.

A few hours pass and you finally finish. You plate the italian food and smile at your creation. “Not bad for your first home cooked meal” you say to yourself pleased. Johnny walks in and smiles at your pleased look. “Wow babe that looks delicious!” He walks over to help you set the table. You place the plates full of ravioli and pasta sauce, with a basket of garlic bread. Two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

“Let’s hope it tastes as good as it looks!” You say chuckling.

You take off your cooking apron and turn up the speakers. You both sit and enjoy your food, the room filling with laughter and words of affirmation.

Time passed and you both sit there. Holding glasses of wine, you swivel it in your hand watching the red liquid move in the glass. Johnny stares at you with love in his eyes. He loved you. You were the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on and he always talked about how he couldn’t believe you chose him. Even though you ask yourself that same question. ‘Why did he choose you?’ he sets the napkin in his lap on the table and gets up.

You look up at him with the light above reflecting in your eyes. he smiles, walks over to the speakers and turns up the music. Señorita by shawn mendes & camilla cabello was playing. He starts dancing cheekily around the room. He walks over to you, his large body shadowing over you. he reaches a hand down to you,

“will you dance with me my queen?” You giggle “of course I will my king.”

He helps you up as you put your glass on the table, half full of the red liquid that makes you feel unstoppable. He pulls you close your chests touching so gently, his hand snakes around your waist, softly holding you close. Your hands enclose together and you sway to the beat of the music. You lay your head on his chest as he pulls you as close as he could.

“I love you.”

He whispers down at you. You hide your face into his chest to conceal the redness that peeked on your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time you heard him say that but everytime he says it your heart thumps with love.

“I love you more” you say challenging him. He is quick to pull you from his chest and spin you like a princess. He stops as you stare at him your hands still holding but you’re posed across the room. “I love you 3000.” He smirks as he spins you again, your back now facing him. He quickly wraps his arms around you as you hold them close. “Fine you win” you say defeated but still smiling. You guys sway close and warm. and you felt almost like you were home. And you didn’t want to ever leave.

[parksseonghwas]

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ೃ❅,. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ┊͙ 12:50 am! ˎˊ ˗

vampire!san has you tied up, screaming his name - or rather, how he prefers to be called - as he drags a sharp blade across your thigh. sadistic laughter is falling from his lips as he does so, making a mockery of your pathetic cries as the vibrator strapped to your core forced another orgasm out of you.

“god, such a whore huh? maybe you shouldn’t have tested my patience today in front of all my friends.” he snarls in a voice unrecognisable to you, so coated in lust that you could do nothing but squirm. well, squirm as much as you could with the handcuffs and straps binding you.

stray droplets of blood run down your neck. he clearly went to town, leaving hickies and small or large bites to mark you as his and his only. san is possessive like that, making you his and only his.

you start to sputter out apologies, praying it would let your punishment be reduced. san proves your helpless apologies wrong, only ramping up the intensity as he forces you through another orgasm.

[bluesora]

[11.30pm]

“toshi,”

a low hum slipped from his lips, letting you know he was still awake.

“i love you.”

you whispered by the shell of his ear, your arms circled themselves around his waist while he pulled you to his chest, fingers combing through your locks when he rest them behind your head.

you weren’t one to express your love through words, and neither was he.

and whenever you do express them, ushijima would respond with little bits of sweet affection— it might be as simple as squeezing your hand in his, but it meant the world to you.

love was said to have butterflies fluttering in your tummy, heart racing with every glance and having your breath taken away each time you’re in each other’s presence; as if nothing else mattered more than being together.

but, love came in comfortable silences and simple touches for you. it was almost natural, how you found yourself studying with ushijima at first, to staying over at his house from time to time. nothing was established, and yet, everything felt right.

love came in every mundane words and soft actions for you and him.

“toshi, remember to have this before your practice.”

the way you would have healthy snacks ready for him even if he doesn’t need them.

“let me help you with that y/n.”

the way he would do anything for your sake and convenience.

“shall we share this together, love?”

those accidental slipped of honey-filled words you would use to call him, and how he found himself being so fond of them.

ushijima might have a very routined life, he might be a man of few words, but he will always, never fail, to make you feel loved just as much as he felt from you.

“do you...want me to say it back?”

it was clearly the first time he brought it up with you, and as much as you would love to hear those lovely words from his lips, it didn’t feel right to have him say it like that.

“no, you don’t have to say it back for me to know you love me. you just have to be you.”

and for a moment, you felt his body fliched against your skin.

“toshi?”

you could feel him pushing you back a little, his large hand covering your eyes in a haste.

“what’s wrong?”

even though you could barely see him in the dark, somehow, you kind of knew why he did what he did.

“i love you too y/n. i meant every word of it.”

you smiled against his touch, your fingers enveloped his as you brought it to the side of your cheek instead.

“i know...thank you, my love.”

when he felt your lips on the palm of his hand, somehow he found himself wanting to say much more than he had initially wanted.

“i may not say those words to you as often, but i know those words will never be enough to express how important you are to me.”

dedicated to my wifey: @ushiwakaa

here you go bb,, my anniversary gift to you 💕

[kaepopsicle]

[2:46] jung jaehyun.

warning — i wouldn’t call it smut it’s more suggestive

i probably won’t write like this anymore bc it makes me uncomfy but I’ll leave this and yangyangs up , the rest in the series will stay fluffy haha

— johnny . yangyang

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You snuggle up in the warm blue blankets watching your favorite kdrama on your phone. It was a Saturday after a busy week and you had no plans. Laying in your boyfriends bed while watching Netflix. Sounded like heaven. His strong, but sweet scent filled your nose as you breathed in, your head laying on his pillows.

“omg why would you leave him!?”

you say in disbelief at your show. Completely engrossed and didn’t even notice the door to the bedroom was opened. Your boyfriend walks in with his sweaty hair and oily skin. He smiles seeing you in your situation. He takes the moment of your vulnerability to scare you. He takes a step backwards, runs, and jumps.

“AH OH MY FU-“ You scream completely throwing your phone and jumping up! “omg JAE!” you smack your sweat covered boyfriend who oddly is hot, for someone who just exercised for an hour and a half. He laughs almost falling off the bed

“I’m sorry babe but I just couldn’t help it. You looked so comfortable and cute” “so you decide to JUMP ON ME ALMOST SCARING THE SHIT out of me!?”

he laughs again, wiping a tear out from under his eye. “and go take a shower you smell” He stops laughing and looks at you “oh really I smell???” He grabs you by your waist and starts rubbing himself all over you. “EW JAE OH MY GOD.” His sweaty hair and clothes now coding your body. He stops and smiles, pleased with his action. “now I have to take a shower!!” You say wiping your now sweat covered clothes.

“Well I’m going to take one right now so want to join?” He says giving you an unholy smirk. Your cheeks flush with pink. Your mind imagining equally as unholy things.

Jaehyun gets up and walks to the closet to grab some new clothes and starts peeling off his sweaty shirt, revealing his toned muscular back. He turns facing you; the clothes in his arms covering his abs underneath. You think to yourself wishing those clothes were gone.

“Well are you coming?”

He says still smirking and starts walking out of the room. You stay sitting there for a split second and your mind (and ovaries) scream at you to get up. So you do, you grab your own pair of fresh clean clothes and sneak into the bathroom; trying not to cause too much attention to yourself just in case the other members were home. The shower was already on but Jaehyun was just stripping down his pants, he stood there his godly sculpted body in boxers, you can make out the perfect outline of his dick. You feel a thumping pain in your pants. Craving for him. “Welcome” he says.

He pulls back the shower curtain strips his last article of clothing and hops in. You quickly do the same, then remember to quickly lock the bathroom door, just in case. You walk over to the now fogged filling shower and pull the curtain. Your boyfriend standing there; water falling from his black hair. His skin supple. His body chiseled. You get in and walk up to your boyfriend. Your finger softly tracing every muscle and vein on his back. Just the slight touch got your boyfriend on. He turns facing you, his melanin eyes trailing down your body.

“Wow, you are absolutely gorgeous.” Your face flushes once more. You don’t know how he does it. Just one sentence can make you feel so good.

His hands pull your face up closer to him, your lips gently brush against each other. Yours opens and invites him in, he takes the invitation. It starts off slow and gentle but gets more aggressive and passionate, his hands leave your face and slowly motion downwards, tracing your every curve. He gently cups your ass to pull you even closer. You smile through the kiss. His soft lips move to your cheek, to your neck and kiss downwards, cups your breast in his mouth and gently tugs at your pink flesh. You tilt your head backwards and let out a soft moan. Just that slight noise drives him over the edge. He goes down further until he gets down to your core, wet. A mix of water and arousel. He starts leaving little kisses on your thighs and moves to your heat. Your hands involuntarily move to his hair, lightly tugging at it as he gives your wet spot some kisses. “Ah- Jae we can-“ you try saying in between moans, knowing the other members will be home soon or need the bathroom.

He slows down and looks up at you, his brown eyes sparkling. You wanted him so badly but just not here. “Please, another time?” He smiles and gets up, “of course babe, you know you can have me anytime you want” he winks and hands you some soap. You smile softly. You guys end up having it that night in the bedroom. A little bit more private. And let me tell you was it nice.

[bluesora]

[12.30am]

“have you ever felt like that?”

“like what?”

“where you know what you’re supposed to be doing but you don’t feel like doing anything at all. when your body feels heavy like lead—the tiredness of your soul sinking in your bones like weights you never wanted to lift.”

a pause.

“when you’re breathing just fine but you still found yourself struggling to catch your breath, ever so slowly, you feel yourself drowning into an endless abyss.”

akaashi contemplated. he knew what you were actually talking about but he wasn’t sure if it was all right to bring it up.

“don’t we all?”

“you do?”

he nodded. it might seem like a surprise when he was one to not show much emotions on his face, but that didn’t mean he don’t feel them.

“we are all very similar but different at the same time. we feel the same emotions, but what we feel is different. and though we are not the same, it doesn’t mean we can’t understand each other.”

you hummed. the forgotten cigarette resting between your fingers were left unlit.

“even if you do understand, it doesn’t make much of a difference though. the pain may go away, but the scars will always be there to tell.”

he took the unlit cigarette from your fingers, lighting up with ease, but only to watch it burn between his thumb and index finger.

“maybe it’ll be there to haunt you when you’re alone but have you forgotten?”

your brows furrowed at his question. what did you forget? you mused, your eyes glided over to the cigarette he was just about to place in your mouth.

“that i’ll always be here with you,”

akaashi whispered gently. then you felt it.

those soft tender lips of his on yours, the lidded bud he was holding onto hovered briefly at the side of your face. “and i’ll remind you every day of the little things i will never not love about you.”

what a smooth piece of sh*t. you thought.

“i didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“neither did i, but you still stole my breath away.”

[bluesora]

【02.30am】

“did you really have to do that?”

you could almost feel it, the slight tremble of your voice—the way you were threading oh so carefully with every word. if you had said anymore than that, perhaps you might really break.

“i—”

what? it was a mistake? a miscalculation?

what could he say to make you believe that the alcohol running in his veins were the fuel for his error. atsumu knew you would always remind him to not drink over his limit, to always be careful. and yet, complacent as he was, he knew any words he spilled right after would just sound like a petty excuse.

but, you knew it too.

“i know, it was inevitable wasn’t it? they were getting too riled up over some nonsensical bullshit like always, but...”

you could almost feel it, the waves hitting so close to shore, it was taking everything in you to hold yourself together.

“...i trusted you ‘tsumu.”

a soft mellow of a whisper was all he could hear before the sight of those crytal-like tears streamed onto your delicate cheeks.

but, he knew it too.

“i—”

again, what words should he be stringing to justify his action? no matter how he searched for those aching words to mend the hurt you’re pouring out, nothing felt right. why? because he knew nothing would be the same again.

“if i was just a minute late, would you still have told me?”

“i would.”

“if i was just a second late, would you still—”

“i would still be here, on my knees, beggin’ for a second chance.”

you were tired. tired of chasing after him, chasing after the very man who seem to only have volleyball in his heart.

what were you to him then?

“why?”

“because—”

“why would you want a second chance? why would you want me when you don’t even need me?”

why wouldn’t he need you?

“am i some joke to you, ‘tsumu? you think you can just barge into my life and have me all wrapped up in your fingers like a toy just so you can get rid of me as and when you—”

he couldn’t stand hearing those aweful words slipping from your lips. he wanted it to stop. he wanted you to stop, and so he did what he thought was right.

“please...wait for me. it’ll only be a year, and i’ll be back for ya in no time.”

the way his large honey-brown eyes stared right into your glossy ones, his large hands on your cheeks to press his lips on your forehead like how he would always do.

somehow, everything felt right for that one moment. when your haggard breath fell to a slow hum, your fingers which you hadn’t realized were clenched, loosened as crescent marks dotted on the palm of your hand; as if those tiny scars were little reminders of lost affection.

“i do need you baby, why’d you think i wouldn’t?”

“because even if you weren’t in the right state of mind, i was still never your priority. what made you think if you were sober, you wouldn’t take up the opportunity?”

when you took a step back from him, he knew it’ll never be the same again. the way your lips curved into a smile that never reached your eye, the way you whispered your goodbye like it was the last thing you wanted to say, but you still said it anyway.

atsumu could only watch your figure disappear along with the darkness of the empty street, the warmth he once felt slowly dissolved with the coldness of the night breeze.

for he knew what you said was right.

and yet, he didn’t know who was the one hurting more.

the one who was left behind?

or the one who left?