xuanjoo ficfest 2k15

welcome to xuanjoo fic fest 2k15, where the two admins (tami and elaina) will be embarking on an eleven-day journey to generate more love (and tears and laughter) for uniq's dad line!! feel free to talk to us and/or ask questions~ （*´▽｀*） ~nagivation~ UPDATES: [8/25] just released the introduction post! [9/12] added navigation page and list of prompts! ~first posts are up! ヾ(。◕ฺ∀◕ฺ)ノ [10/6] introducing new members catbear and jenn~! {welcome} and navigation pg updated!

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as the wind blows rated g word count 719 words prompt wind

it’s getting colder these days, but sungjoo feels warmer than ever.

Autumn isn’t Sungjoo’s favorite season of the year. Cold weather, strong winds, leafless trees and all, but there’s something endearing happens on the dorm when the weather starts getting colder. It’s Yixuan, the eldest hyung of four brats---including him---busy taking out all his blanket supplies from the closet, the thick fabrics make a thud sound when they bump into the floor.

Wenhan and Seungyoun stare at him with an eyebrow raised, Yibo only spares a quick glance before focusing back to his PSP. Sungjoo sits on the dining room, carefully observing the situation.

“Uh, okay, so, what are you going to do with these?” Wenhan motions to the blankets, “I know we’re currently not promoting, but do you think selling blankets will help our financial? I mean---”

“We’re not going to sell them,” Yixuan says, almost laughing. A corner of his lips curls up, forming an adorable little smile. “These are for you. The weather can get horrible at any time, so we need to prepare for the worst.”

“Are you going to wrap up on blankets when we go out?” Seungyoun asks. Yixuan nods, pulling out more blankets, scarfs, and coats that were being folded neatly on the shelf. “Cute,” Seungyoun adds, giggling.

“The last time someone wrapped me with a blanket was on the day I was born,” says Yibo. “I’m not a baby, I’m not doing that.”

“Sssh, you’re always be our little baby, so stop complaining and help me bring these to the living room. I’ll see if I need to do laundry to some of them.”

Sungjoo turns around, laughing to see Yixuan leads the line with three younger boys behind him, each of them holding a pile of blankets. Sungjoo can hear Wenhan’s protest of “Sungjoo didn’t help us!” and Yixuan says Sungjoo will help him on other things, and he shushes him further by shoving more blankets to him while Yixuan arranging the place.

Sungjoo doesn’t bother to hide his laughter, much to the three’s annoyance. He winks at his band mates and heads to the kitchen, making five cups of hot chocolate.

 Sungjoo rolls on the couch, trying to keep his body temperature up. They have nothing to do today, and the wind is especially strong, so Yixuan has clearly stated that going out is forbidden. But staying in the dorm isn’t so much of a help---Sungjoo is still freezing to his bones.

Sungjoo is half way  feels someone nudging on his toes, and he reluctantly opens his eyes to see Yixuan stands on the edge of the couch. He looks extremely attractive with sweater and sweatpants, only with sweater and sweatpants. He nudges Sungjoo’s toe again, harder this time. “Make a space for me,” he says.

The younger shifts, pulls the taller man down and his chest is pressed against Yixuan’s warm back. Sungjoo snuggles closer, breathing Yixuan’s aftershower scent and the fresh smell of his sweater.

“It’s cold,” Sungjoo says, “and you’re warm.”

“My, my, my poor Sungjoo is freezing, huh?” Yixuan holds the younger tighter, letting Sungjoo bury his face on his chest. “This is why I love cold weather. Always a reason to cuddle all day, without doing anything, not thinking about anything... isn’t that nice?”

“I was going to propose the idea to you,” Sungjoo says, voice muffled on Yixuan’s sweater. “Yeah, let’s do that. Cuddle on bed all day, not thinking about anything. But- hey, where are the kids?”

“Go shopping. I let them go after I wrapped them in seven layers of clothes.” Yixuan sounds like a proud mom and Sungjoo can’t help but laugh. He looks up to press a chaste kiss on Yixuan’s jaw, before snuggling back on the elder’s chest.

“The wind is so strong,” Sungjoo mumbles, “maybe you should give them ten layers of clothes so they could just roll and don’t have to walk around.”

Yixuan laughs, imagining how the other members look like with Sungjoo’s scenario. He kisses Sungjoo’s hair softly, whispering to him about things he’d like to do tomorrow and the day after, together with Sungjoo. Sungjoo just nods, agreeing without much commenting. 

Autumn isn’t his favorite season, Sungjoo will never get used to the strong, freezing winds. But he knows he’ll be okay with that when Yixuan is around, because with him Sungjoo feels warmer than ever.

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title tremble rated pg word count 657 words prompt tremble "I'm still sorry you had to come over," he rasps, voice raw from coughing as he blinks, presses his closed eyes to Yixuan's shoulder. "I don't want you to get sick too."

"You," Yixuan whispers into Sungjoo's ear, warm breath tickling his ear, the feeling sending shivers down his spin as he raises his fingers, softly, tentatively to Yixuan's hair, "you are everything to me." His voice wraps around Sungjoo, like the warmth of his arms, skin touching skin, and Sungjoo can't help but sniffle, blinking the wet out of his eyes.

"I'm still sorry you had to come over," he rasps, voice raw from coughing as he blinks, presses his closed eyes to Yixuan's shoulder. "I don't want you to get sick too."

"Nonsense," Yixuan says, pressing a kiss to Sungjoo's hair. "Of course I want to take care of you."

They lie like that together, curled up in the sheets, and Sungjoo drifts asleep to the sound of Yixuan breathing softly in time with his heartbeat, a soothing whoosh whoosh of air and thump thump beneath his fingers, slightly spread on Yixuan's chest.

  The sky is pink, birds singing outside the window when Sungjoo cracks open his eyes, takes a deep breath as the air in his lungs catches—smooth for a moment before he starts coughing again, a kind of persistent hack hack hack as he tries and fails to dislodge the fluid stuck in his throat, trying to smother the sound in the sheets and failing as Yixuan stirs, groans faintly before rolling to a sitting position as he takes in his surroundings.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and Sungjoo wants to answer yes but he's too busy coughing, eyes streaming; Yixuan just slips over and starts to gently pound at his back, dislodging the mucous as Sungjoo coughs up a wad of ugly disgusting muck into a tissue and finally, blessedly, takes a deep breath of fresh air, slumping slightly into Yixuan's arms.

"I'm sorry for waking you," he rasps, eyes blinking shut. I'm so tired.

"Don't apologize," Yixuan scolds, though he's the furthest from angry, and collects the tissue from Sungjoo's hand to toss it into the wastepaper basket before reaching for the water bottle by the bed.

"Do you want some water?" he asks, and Sungjoo nods, taking the bottle after Yixuan uncaps it and lifting it to his lips. "I'll just be a moment," Yixuan says, slipping off the bed and padding out to the kitchen, feet in Sungjoo's slippers. Sungjoo leans against the pillows, tipping the water down his throat until the bottle is empty. His throat feels raw, the water only a temporary balm, and it bursts back into flames as soon as the water is all gone.

He's just about to get up, look for anything to take the edge back, when Yixuan is back with a bowl of what smells like—

"Porridge?" he asks, and winces as the words grate over his throat. Yixuan nods, passing him the bowl and a spoon and Sungjoo just sits with the bowl in his lap and breathes in the smell.

"Don't you like it?" Yixuan asks, slightly worry creasing his forehead, and Sungjoo is quick to shake his head.

"No," he whispers, and even though talking hurts he needs to explain, "It's been a long time." He smiles, lifting the spoon of porridge to his mouth, letting the rice and abalone slip over his tongue. Perfect.

Yixuan relaxes into a grin, reaching forward to ruffle his fingers through Sungjoo's extreme bed hair before heading back to the kitchen, and Sungjoo can hear the water running in the sink as Yixuan washes the dishes.

You're everything to me too, he thinks, taking another bite and waiting for Yixuan to be done so he can crawl back into bed and wrap his arms around him.

  Sungjoo drifts to sleep in a tangle of sheets and Yixuan, his head nestled on Yixuan's arm, and even though his throat hurts and he doesn't like being sick, not one little bit, his heart feels so full that it almost makes up for everything else.

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title summer rated pg word count 682 words prompt summer There are still moments when he looks around and finds himself wondering, what am I doing here?

Does a place where you fit in actually exist? That's the question that's been hovering in Yixuan's thoughts for a while now. He left home for a another country, for school, and later work, and though it's been great, everything he imagined, there are still moments when he looks around and finds himself wondering, what am I doing here?

"Hey! Do you want to come play?" Yixuan looks up, Sungjoo is holding a beach ball, beckoning him towards the game, a net strung up on the beach, smiles and sand flying everywhere—usually Yixuan would be all for playing but he's just a little tired today, staying up late like last night has started to wear on him just a bit.

"Not yet!" he calls, waving. "You can still win without me." His wink, he knows, will only spur Sungjoo on, and it works, as they start playing again with renewed vigour, under the heat of the sun, the ocean glittering beyond the beach.

Summer. Yixuan leans back under the striped beach umbrella, watches all the couples sitting on the beach, a guy rubbing sunscreen into his girlfriend's skin, a family making sandcastles, a group of teen girls eying the guys playing beach volleyball and the way they giggle to each other, ruffled bikinis and excited cheering when both sides score.

Sungjoo's team wins, of course, and he comes back grinning as Yixuan passes him a beer, high fives and a sloppy kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth.

"You're so sweaty," Yixuan laughs, making a face as he pokes Sungjoo's forehead, giving the rest of the guys a high five too as Seungyoun makes a face because he doesn't like losing, and Wenhan flicks him on the forehead.

"You're nice and cool," Sungjoo retorts, and that's all the warning Yixuan gets before Sungjoo plops himself down into his lap, leaning against his shoulder.

"Ouch!" Yixuan complains, but he doesn't mind, not really.

"You guys are so cheesy," Yibo complains, rolling his eyes as he grabs a popsicle.

"Just wait," Seungyoun sticks out his tongue from where he's plastered over Wenhan, and Yibo rolls his eyes.

"Forget it."

"I'm still hot," Sungjoo says, pressing the can of beer to his forehead.

"It's summer," Yixuan laughs. "Get used to it."

"What about water polo?" Wenhan asks, and there's an evil sparkle in his eyes, Mr university swim team captain, but everyone nods anyway.

"Race you to the water!" Yibo shouts, popsicle wrapper fluttering to the ground as he takes off running and Seungyoun coughs at the sand his heels kick up before he's hot on the chase, feet pounding down to the shore, Wenhan only a beat away. Sungjoo laughs, reaches out to pick up the empty wrapper and put it in the garbage bag; Yixuan gathers up the empty beer cans and makes Sungjoo wait a moment, smothering him in sunscreen before they meander down to the water.

"You guys are so slow," Yibo complains; Seungyoun and Wenhan are too busy diving and grabbing each other's ankles to even care much and Sungjoo grabs the ball.

"How are we splitting up the teams?" he asks, but Yixuan has an arm around his shoulders before he's even finished asking the question.

"We're a team," he says firmly, nosing a line of kisses along Sungjoo's neck because he knows he's ticklish. Sure enough, Sungjoo curls up into a laughing mess and the ball slips out of his hand, where Wenhan emerges from the water to scoop it up.

"You and Sungjoo against Seungyoun and I?" he asks, and then grins at Yibo's loud protests.

"Rock paper scissors, loser gets Yibo?" Yixuan laughs, winking, and Sungjoo elbows him in the ribs.

"WInner gets Yibo, okay?' he says and swims over to pat Yibo on the head.

"You guys suck," Yibo protests, but he's laughing anyway when Wenhan wins with rock to Yixuan's scissors, and Sungjoo, pouting, releases him to Seungyoun's team.

Yixuan grins. I belong here, with you, he thinks, Sungjoo's fingers trailing through the water to tangle with his. It's a perfect fit.

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another new beginning 

[g |  270 words | prompt: beginning | AO3] 

Home isn’t a place. It’s a person. 

Sungjoo stares at Yixuan’s mouth, watching for the smile he knows is about to make an appearance. Sungjoo has lost their card game and he’s fairly certain that Yixuan knows it. After a moment, Sungjoo frowns. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“No,” Yixuan says, grinning. “I was waiting for you to concede.”

“You are terrible.” Sungjoo throws his cards down onto the little, makeshift table in the middle of their small trailer home. He leans back in his chair, still frowning at Yixuan. His scowl doesn’t last long, however. Yixuan’s smile is infectious and less than a minute later, Sungjoo is laughing. “Okay, I’ll admit that it was fun,” he says. “Even though you’re a cheater.”

“Hey, I didn’t cheat.”

Sungjoo eyes Yixuan suspiciously, but Yixuan’s expression is open, honest, and Sungjoo throws his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay. You’re just too good at this game.”

Yixuan snorts. “As if.” He starts collecting their cards into a pile, shuffling them back into the deck. “Do you want to play again?”

Sungjoo glances at the time. The digital clock on the stove reads just past eleven, and he shakes his head. “We should head to bed,” he says. “We’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

“I forgot that tomorrow was moving day,” Yixuan says as they clean up and head to bed, curling up together on the futon in the corner of the room.

“Yet another new beginning,” Sungjoo whispers against Yixuan’s collar once they’re situated. “Do you think we’ll be okay?”

“Everything’s going to be just fine.”

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beginnings rated pg word count 744 words prompt beginning That would be me, he thinks, the apple that he'd barely lifted to his lips, red light blinking, there's still enough time to cross the road, the countdown three, two, one but sometimes life has other ideas.

The world continues on, that's the thing. Even though everything has changed, everything has turned over and under and inside out and Sunjoo can feel his heart beating, ringing in his ears as he catches his breath, everything is the same

"Thank you," he says, his voice mostly air as the stranger pulls him to the curb. Sungjoo sees the crushed apple on the road, the juice running off to the edge of the road, the crushed pulp, split red skin, gravel in the pulp.

That would be me, he thinks, the apple that he'd barely lifted to his lips, red light blinking, there's still enough time to cross the road, the countdown three, two, one but sometimes life has other ideas.

Sometimes the road you cross becomes the ferry man rowing you to the other side, your name written on stone, red petals fluttering down to the dirt, the shovel flinging earth into the air.

"Watch out!" Sungjoo had turned, wide-eyed, too slow, too slow his eyes, turning, caught in the headlights, a rabbit on its way to road kill, but the warm hand on his wrist tearing him from the dark had changed endings to beginnings.

The truck had rushes by, the sickening crunch of the apple in his hand the only testimony to what had nearly happened. No one had noticed; no one notices now; traffic rushing past, pedestrians under umbrellas bobbing along, feet splashing in puddles, the hum of the city and the rain.

"Are you alright?" the stranger says, his forehead furrowed in concern, and Sungjoo opens his mouth to say yes, of course, because that's just how things are, the world moves on, you die a thousand times after you leave the safe confines of your bed, until you reach it again, slip back between clean sheets and dream of the deaths you didn't die, until one day you die for keeps.

"No," he says, and the admission feels raw in his mouth, a private confession blurted out to the crowd, he's bared his chest to someone he doesn't know, admitted he's vulnerable.

You're not supposed to show the wolves, the world, that you're scared. The world is a vicious place.

Sungjoo blinks, swallows, gathers a smile up to plaster onto his face—it was just a momentary lapse, just a blip in the radar of life, because life moves on, people walk past the beggars on the street, eyes skim past the headlines of death, death, death—every earthquake is private—he takes a breath and opens his mouth—

"That was pretty scary," the stranger laughs, but he sounds a little shaken too, his breathing just a little heavy, and Sungjoo realizes, maybe it's okay to stop for a moment, take a breath, admit you can't move on just yet,

"Do you have time to grab a coffee or something?" he asks, and the smile on his face is only the faintest flicker but it's real this time. "I feel like I need to catch my breath."

The stranger hesitates a moment before nodding. "Yeah, actually, I think I need that." He gestures to a coffee shop just back a few buildings down, "Is over there okay?"

Sungjoo nods. "I don't think I can walk any further right now," he admits, "My legs are still a little shaky." The stranger smiles back at him, walking side by side, pushing into the soothing hum of the coffee shop and the rich smell of coffee.

"Can I get you something?" Sungjoo asks at the counter.

"A latte," the stranger says, "I need the calories right now." Sungjoo nods, takes the buzzer and they make their way to a table tucked into the corner, hidden from the windows because neither of them feel like watching the cars rushing by on the road right now.

"I'm Sungjoo, by the way," Sungjoo says, reaching his hand across the table to shake the stranger's hand. "Thanks for saving my life." It feels good to say it, laid bare on the table between them.

"I'm Yixuan," the stranger, Yixuan, says, and his hand is warm, fingers soft against Sungjoo's skin. "And it was my pleasure."

The world is still moving, but it's on their terms now, sitting across from each other, tucked away in the corner of the coffee shop, warm gold light and the comforting clatter of cups in the background, as the buzzer vibrates and Sungjoo stands up to get their order.

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10/6: Update

hello there, lovely darlings!!

this is elaina again and I sincerely apologize for the delays, thank you all so much for sticking by~

but we have some exciting news! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

firstly, we were honored to be contacted by the admins of sirenboys (uniq’s new lj comm) to promote our event~ much thanks to them for the support! so make sure to check them out as well!

aaaaannnn!! our original duo (tami and myself) are welcoming two new members who have introduced themselves earlier - catbear and jenn (where you can find here [catbear] and [jenn])!!

so here’s the updated list of participants!

tami (junq-han): tag | lj

catbear (theblueintheday): tag | lj

jenn (sexiumint): tag | ao3

elaina (unsungjoo): tag | lj

the navigation page has been updated to reflect this new line up! !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

hope you guys are just as pumped as we are to get this going!! and please feel free to write messages here~ the support is always welcome (´∀｀)♡ ~elaina

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introducing jenn~

Hello! I’m Jenn (writing under the name xiukisses) and I’m so glad to be a part of this fun fest! I’ve written my first drabble already, and I’m hoping to post more soon! 

I’m a newer fan of UNIQ, but I adore them to bits and pieces  ♡ I’m excited to share my stories with you guys! 

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introducing catbear

Hi everyone! I'm catbear (writing under the name bluedreaming) and I'm excited to be here! Elaina and Tami have been so kind as to let me join in the fun, so I've already written a few of the stories and I'll be posting them here over the next coming days. I'm not sure what else to say, except that I adore UNIQ and I hope everyone else does too! (♡O♡)

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여름의 사람 (a man of summer) rated g word count 1303 words prompt summer

in which sungjoo doesn’t think it’s a good idea to let his son join a summer camp, and wenhan is such a hopeless friend.

“Dad! We’re here! We’re here!”

Six year-old Seungyoun bouncing enthusiastically on his chair, his little hand gripping on the doorknob tightly. He turns his head and puts on his best impatient face to Sungjoo, silently telling his dad to hurry open the door!

Sungjoo chuckles, calmly turns off the machine and flicks Seungyoun’s forehead lightly. “Calm down, little boy. Uncle Wenhan is not going anywhere.”

“But Dad, our cartoon movie marathon is not going to wait!”

“Okay, okay,” Sungjoo sighs in defeat, “but first, let’s unbuckle your seat belt and promise me you won’t run away.”

Seungyoun shoves his little pinky to Sungjoo’s nose, “Promise!”

Sungjoo smiles, clicks the seat belt open and unlocks the door. Seungyoun runs in a speed of light out of the car, knocking on Wenhan’s door and when the house owner opens the door, Seungyoun runs into the house. Sungjoo watches his son’s antics from the car with mouth agape, he can’t help but laugh at the little boy. Seungyoun is always been a hyperactive, but not in a bad way. (It’s still tiring, though.)

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“Don’t you have TV at home? Look at your son worshiping my television. It’s kinda scary, you know.”

Sungjoo laughs at his best friend. “I do, but I can’t supply his favorite cartoons from A to Z with a big ass home theater like you.”

Wenhan grins, “So you do know it’s the way I bribe your son so he’ll come here often. Seems like it works well.”

“As long as he’s not addicted to it, or I won’t let him stay here for weekend anymore.”

Wenhan winks for reassurance, and he shouts at Seungyoun, “Younyoun, do you want some ice cream?”

Sungjoo looks at him in horror when Seungyoun’s roar of agreement echoes across the wall. “You can get it on the freezer! Make sure to close the door after you done!” Wenhan adds, cackling like a madman when Sungjoo walks upon him with arms outspread, ready to strangle him to death.

“You’re such a bad influence for kids,” Sungjoo grumbles, “how can I trust you to keep him on his holiday?”

“You’re going to leave him with me for summer?” Wenhan repeats, immediately shaking his head. “Sorry, dude, I’m afraid I can’t. Big holiday projects, you know. I’ll be super busy this whole month and probably two or three later. I did want to spend a holiday with your son, but priorities come first.”

Sungjoo rolls his eyes, “Wenhan, you’re a model. Specifically, a model for a clothing brand. What does summer holiday have to do with you?”

“It has a lot, to be honest. Summer is where people actually looking for guidance about shit they gotta wear. I know doctors won’t think any of it is necessary, but that’s how I’ve been feeding myself for years which was also the reason I could buy a big ass home theater your son loved so much.”

“Okay, okay. I was just asked, no need to mock me like that.”

Wenhan laughs, patting Sungjoo’s knee apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. But are you really that busy this summer?”

Sungjoo sighs, nodding his head. “I don’t think I can even go home. We’re accepting interns in two weeks and everyone in hospital is going crazy, we have a lot of works to do in such a little time. Seungyoun won’t be happy about this, and I haven’t told him yet. I still don’t know what to do.”

“How about your parents?” Wenhan offers.

“They are doctors too, Wenhan. They’d love it but they wouldn’t have more time than I do. I need someone who can watch him intensively, Seungyoun is at the age where his curiosity can kill the adults around him.”

Wenhan scrunches his nose, thinking. “Have you thought about summer camp?”

“Summer camp?” Sungjoo frowns, “No, I’m not leaving my son at such a place. How if they are secretly a sect? And they have a mission to brainwash people? And how if they brainwash my son?”

Wenhan snorts. “You know, as an educated person, your way of thinking is purely uneducated,” he says blatantly, “Summer camp is a right place for active kids like Seungyoun. He will like it there. They have enough adults to watch over the kids, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Sungjoo still doesn’t think it’s a good idea. “I want someone I know to watch over my kid?”

“You can have their contacts or something, gosh, Sungjoo, you’re so old-fashioned. Summer camp is a trend, dude, a trend!”

Sungjoo bites the inside of his cheek, considering Wenhan’s suggestion. Wenhan may be helpless at a lot of things, but sometimes he’s also the most useful person Sungjoo has ever met. And probably he’s not absolutely wrong about the idea.

He glances at Seungyoun, happily watching television with a huge bowl of ice cream on his tiny arms. Sungjoo doesn’t want his son to be disappointed, and the only way to distract him from Sungjoo’s lack of presence is giving what Seungyoun loves to do. Or keeping him busy, it works either way.

“So,” he says after a long pause, “do you have a recommendation?”

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Being a model sure gives Wenhan lot of advantages, one of them is being able to make an appointment in a blink of eye. Sungjoo and Wenhan are on the way to meet a friend of Wenhan who happens to run the biggest summer camp this season, and the said person is always busy, but he agrees to make some time for Wenhan.

“I warn you, he’s gorgeous. Please control your eyes,” Wenhan says from the passenger seat. Sungjoo glances over to his sleeping son on the back seat from the rear view mirror, making sure he didn’t hear Wenhan’s words.

“I’m not like you. And please, control your mouth--”

“Oh! Here’s the place!”

Sungjoo is just about to complain about how rude Wenhan was, but he can’t say anything because a deadly gorgeous tall blonde man is standing not too far from his car, and he must be someone Wenhan talked about. Wenhan literally jumps off his car to give the person a tight hug, which he gladly returns with same enthusiasm.

Sungjoo gulps. Wenhan had warned him, but he didn’t say it was this bad.

“Sungjoo! Come here!” Wenhan shouts, tugging on his hand impatiently. “Sungjoo, this is Yixuan. He’s my best friend, he loves kids like they are all his own and he’s an expert on this field. He’s a one hundred percent trustworthy person, I can guarantee it.”

“You’re exaggerating it,” the gorgeous blonde man -- Yixuan, isn’t it? -- laughs softly, his voice weirdly soothing on this too-warm day; or is it just Sungjoo? “Hello, I’m Yixuan. I run this place, and I’ll be happy to have more participants. Is this going to be your kid’s first experience?”

Sungjoo nods, “Uh, yes, my son is six years old. He’s very active, I hope he won’t be a burden.”

“Of course not,” Yixuan smiles, “I’ll need you to fill up a registration form for your son, sadly I didn’t bring it with me so you’ll have to come to my office. Do you have time for that?”

“Yes!” Sungjoo answers rather too quickly, gets embarrassed (Wenhan is laughing out loud at his response) and immediately adds, “I mean, of course, it doesn’t take long, does it?”

“I promise it doesn’t,” Yixuan smiles wider, “Please, this way.”

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“Go check on my son, I’ll be back soon.”

“Isn’t he beautiful, huh? Yixuan?”

“Yes, god, yes,” Sungjoo groans, “I have enough stress already. I don’t need a gorgeous summer camp instructor to be another one.”

Wenhan hums, “You owe me a big thing, my dear friend.”

Sungjoo groans again, louder this time. “I really, really, really hate you.”

(But he doesn’t mean it, of course.)

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reminisce; pg | 790w | bittersweet, character study, canon!au prompt: beginning yixuan is art like this

at times, sungjoo wakes at night cold and afraid, disoriented in the bleakness of the darkness and gasping tears. but it's become such a common occurrence nowadays that with a few deep shaky breaths, he escapes the cage, though not unscathed and still carrying a tight chest and clammy skin.

shanghai is quieter now at 3am and sungjoo is a seasoned warrior and knows that sleep has left for the night so he slips out from the blankets, pajama pants skimming the ground and already knowing that the other bed in the hotel room is cold and vacant as well.

the steaming coffee is bitingly bitter against his tongue and is scalding in contrast with his bare feet against the tiled floor of the small kitchen. sungjoo hates the decor of the tiny space, with the tasteless paint and muted appliances that once shone, but it's an upgrade to the last hotel they stayed at in wenhan’s hometown. the five members had been separated into three groups and with loud neighbors in between to further the distance.

at least this time the five of them share a suite and there's a living room to connect them.

sungjoo really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but it still hits him sometimes with he sees lights on in which ever common room they reside in that night, because there's only one who's stupid — or passionate — enough to do this. 

it's no secret that occasionally yixuan wakes from sleep like he does, because he's seen it himself, though for very different reasons. it never fails to amaze sungjoo how yixuan took on the role of leadership with complete abandon and pushing the limits even further than anyone could imagine. it's what he's born to do, meant for it in every possible way, no doubt, but there's always a cost, even if everyone doesn't see it.

but sungjoo does. ever since sungjoo laid eyes on the older chinese man, his gaze has never quite left. so he knows every line beneath yixuan's eyes and all the small pimples that pop up like goosebumps from broken cycles, long before they're smudged away by makeup and blinding lights.

and he sees it even more now as he leans against the doorframe, unnoticed. he takes in the papers scrawled with ink and a pair of glasses that are abandoned on the desk beneath the dull light of the shitty desk lamp that hangs like a wilting flower.

but he really only has eyes for the silhouette against the window, eyes closed and head leaning against the glass. yixuan is art like this, his figure greyscale in contrast to the gradient of navy sky blues and night purples with scattered city yellows and white road windings.

the suite is an almost ironic design really, three bedrooms that have gaping windows facing different directions, funneling different cityscapes into the mouths of its residents. but, inevitably, there yixuan in the center, standing steady behind it all and holding it all together. 

all roads lead back to home.

but what is yixuan without the members, a home without its occupants? is it not just a structure without meaning? sometimes when he thinks that no one is looking, sungjoo notices the spaces where yixuan hasn't filled, where the untold stories rest, stories of a boy grown up too fast, too soon.

when he thinks of what — who — yixuan was, before the world told him who he should be, sungjoo thinks it must be this — long frame folded loosely on the windowsill, face half-lit, soft hair falling into softer eyes that remain untouched by the tricks and games of the world. 

and he wonders if yixuan remembers too.

yixuan startles from his thoughts the same way he does when he gets asked a question that he doesn't know how to respond right away — with blinking eyes, a hum deep in his throat, and a slow, unhurried smile.

taking in the offered drink, yixuan raises his eyebrows, but takes it anyway with a quiet, 'isn't it a bit late for coffee?'

sungjoo pulls up the chair and straddles it, arms holding across the back and replies, 'it's morning somewhere in the world.'

these are the moments that sungjoo treasures the most because this is when yixuan looks at him the way he remembers — forgetting all the responsibilities he has and just stares at sungjoo in a way that's neither invasive nor demanding. and all distance, difference, time, roles, troubles, everything falls away.

the morning hours are lapsed like this, silence slowly filling with noise carried from streets below and passing the mug of coffee instead of the words they already know. and they greet the blue dawn together with eyelashes heavy with dreams and memories.

[xjficfest]

a man in love rated g word count 1234 words prompt beginning

sungjoo falls in love, and he knows it.

Sungjoo first sees him on a lazy Sunday afternoon, when the business slow down and nothing much to do. This hour isn’t the busiest time on the store, and Sungjoo is bored to death.

The bells above the door ring loudly when someone pushes the glass door, and Sungjoo halfheartedly turns his head to see who’s coming. He thought it would be Jinwoo, his workmate who was gone for the whole three hours now, and was ready to hose him down with ten different language profanity words -- but apparently, it isn’t Jinwoo.

It’s a tall, blonde man with a book on his hand and a smile on his face, kinda too bright for 4 p.m as Sungjoo feels like his smile pulls the sun back to its place three hours ago. He wears a simple plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, to make it worse, because Sungjoo could see his masculine hands and the veins under his skin and--

“Uh, excuse me, can I order something?”

Sungjoo blinks dumbly, before he realizes the guy sees him staring at him like a prey, and quickly hands him the menu. The blonde guy chuckles lightly, chewing his lower lip as his eyes scan through the paper.

Oh shit, Sungjoo curses under his breath. This guy has the look, and he has this smooth, deep voice and now Sungjoo wants to die. Dealing with attractive guys at work isn’t on his contract; his boss should pay him extra.

“I’ll have an iced green tea latte, size medium.”

Sungjoo clears his throat, trying hard to focus on the computer instead of the guy’s face. “Iced green tea latte, size medium. Do you want to try the cookies?”

“Can you give me some recommendation?”

Sungjoo looks up and greeted with a wide smile that makes his brain goes blank for five seconds. “Uh, brownies? Black forest brownies, it’s nice. I mean, it’s delicious, not nice. I mean -- isn’t it nice when a food tastes delicious?”

The blonde guy laughs, “Okay, I get it. I’ll take your recommendation, anyway. One black forest brownies.”

Sungjoo mentally kicks himself as he puts the order on the bill. “Can I have your name?” he asks, suddenly hoping this gorgeous creature won’t give him a fake name or an alias.

“It’s Yixuan.”

“Oh, such a pretty name.”

The blonde guy tilts his head and chuckles, “Thank you?”

Sungjoo blinks again, not realizing what he was saying until he hears the blonde says something that sounds like your name must be pretty too. He mentally kicks himself once again, and decides not to look at Yixuan’s face until he’s done purchasing.

He, not-so accidentally, writes Sunshine on Yixuan’s cup instead of his name.

___

Sungjoo sees him again three days later when the store is super busy, and he has to handle everything alone after his boss kidnaps Jinwoo for lunch -- and Sungjoo knows Seungyoon won’t give up his special time with Jinwoo that easy.

“Hey,” Yixuan greets, smiling.

“Hey,” Sungjoo replies, smiling as wide. It’s almost magical how seeing Yixuan on this busy day makes him all relax. “Let me guess, the black forest brownies was so good and you’re here to have more?”

Yixuan laughs, “Yes, partly.”

“Partly?” Sungjoo raises an eyebrow.

“I also want to have another Sunshine cup for my order, and I know I’ll only get it here.”

Sungjoo sighs sheepishly. “I will make sure I write down your name properly this time.”

“No, it’s really okay,” Yixuan laughs again. “Instead, can I have your name, to make it fair?”

“You really know how to play,” Sungjoo clicks his tongue as he presses something on the keyboard, and looks up to meet Yixuan’s soft gaze. “I’m Sungjoo, by the way.”

“Sungjoo, okay. Uh, I’ll see you... later?”

Sungjoo nods. “You know where to find me.”

Yixuan’s mellifluous laugh rings on Sungjoo’s ear for the rest of the day.

___

They meet again a week later. Sungjoo almost trips himself over a chair when Yixuan walks in and meets his eyes in such a look that could melt ice

It’s always the same time and the same smile, Sungjoo deliberately notes. Sungjoo waves at him, and Yixuan just smiles in return. Order something? Sungjoo mouths. Later, when you’re done, Yixuan mouths back. Sungjoo can feel his face hot at his reply and tries to focus more on how to clean this table using a cloth on his hand.

When he’s back to the counter, Jinwoo headlocks him from behind.

“Hyung!” Sungjoo chokes, “Why are you attacking me all of sudden?!”

“Sssh, silent, lover boy. I recognize that look. You’re in love with that gorgeous blonde guy, aren’t you?”

“If that makes you let me go, yes.”

Jinwoo lets Sungjoo go only to replace his headlock with a bone-crushing hug, which is not any better than the previous one. “Oh, my little brother has found his other half!”

“Hyung, really, it’s not that serious.”

“What do you mean it’s not serious?” Jinwoo pushes him away, hands on his hips. “Ask him out. Tonight.”

“What?!”

“What? That’s what you need to do to have his heart. But please do it elegantly, I’m not recommending you to learn such a thing from your boss. He’s horrible.”

Sungjoo laughs. “I knew it, that’s why I sometimes wonder why would you be his boyfriend.”

“Answer that yourself,” Jinwoo nudges Sungjoo lightly, “When you’re in love, you’ll stop thinking about how and why, and just do. To be honest, that’s the best part of it.”

Sungjoo nods, smiling. “Thank you, hyung.”

___

Sungjoo calls Yixuan when his order is ready, scribbling something quickly on his cup before the blonde takes the tray. Sungjoo smiles awkwardly to Yixuan’s dazzling one -- he’s never a match to Yixuan angelic looks, anyway. Sungjoo twists the hem of his apron anxiously, waiting for Yixuan to read his message on the cup.

“What did you write?” Jinwoo whispers, curiosity is clear on his face.

“I... asked him out. Um, for a date.”

“I know, because that’s what I told you to,” Jinwoo rolls his eyes. “I’m asking about the exact words you wrote on his cup.”

“Uh... hyung? Can we have this conversation later? I’m nervous as hell.”

Jinwoo frowns, shifting his body to look over Sungjoo’s shoulder and shrug. “Okay, if this would make you feel better, he’s coming here.”

“I-- wait, what?”

It’s too late to run away, because when Sungjoo turns around, Yixuan is already standing there, holding his cup on his hand with a confused look. Oh, I did something wrong. He’ll hate me forever. I will have to quit my job because I’m embarrassed and--

“Excuse me, but where do I submit the answer yes for this question on my cup?”

Sungjoo blinks, probably looking like some kind of idiot because Yixuan laughs softly at him. “You asked me for a movie date and I’d like to go, but I don’t know how to submit my answer. Should I just ask for your phone number, then?”

Sungjoo blinks again, once, twice. He lets out a relief sigh when everything on his head comes to place. “I played with the wrong guy,” he says, “I’ll see you here after I finished work. 8 p.m. How about it?”

“Perfect,” Yixuan nods. “Free coffee for first date?” he asks, eyes twinkling.

Sungjoo rolls his eyes fondly. “Yes, free coffee for first date.”

[xjficfest]

9/12: Update

hello there lovelies!! this is elaina again and wOW omg I’m so, so sorry that this took so long. college is life-consuming and terrifying (but amazing) business, at least for me haha!

buT I finally got my act together so the first of the drabbles are done! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

tami and I decided to take the time restraint off of this event so stories will be posted whenever each of us is ready (since she is good and edits her stuff and I’m not because I don’t hA)

so the first round will be going up shortly and I hope you enjoy them!! and thank you all who have supported us and waited so patiently for this! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

~elaina

[foofighting-deactivated20180627]

FICTIONAL LOVING FATHERS

FICTIONAL LOVING VILLAIN FATHERS

FICTIONAL LOVING VILLAIN FATHERS WHO TREAT THEIR CHILDREN WITH LOVE AND RESPECT AND LIKE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO THEM.

I WOULD BLOW UP THE MOON FOR YOU MY TINY CHILD

[xjficfest]

9/3: UPDATE

hello this is elaina again, and I would like to apologize for both tami and myself for not being on time.

tami had some exams these few days. and I had just flown back from shanghai and started school the next day. 

bUT it will run for sure, just dates changed!! hopefully we can regroup and get things going again

apologizing again for everyone and thank you for the support so far!!

[xjficfest]

think the xuanjoo tag been a bit too quiet recently? well, it’s just the calm before the storm because now presenting!!

Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ XUANJOO FIC FEST 2k15╰(✧∇✧╰)

Wait, what’s going on?

the lovely tami (junq-han​) and myself (elaina: unsungjoo) have been drowning in xuanjoo feels lately and felt the need to liven up the tag while bringing lovely uniqorns together!

so we decided to do a 10 day drabble challenge together plus one finale fic to wrap up! all revolving around uniq’s dad line ft. their three kids~

Woah okay! When’s this happening?

we will be posting an official schedule and finalized list of prompts once we work out the kijinks. but we’re looking at september 1st to kick off the new school year! there will be posts before then with updates. and speaking of updates…

Awesome! So what can I do until then?

follow this blog to keep up with everything, from news and announcements to the drabbles themselves, and anything else in between (highly recommended) and/or

track “xjficfest” to only get info on the ficfest itself (also highly recommended)

reblog this post to spread the news! ヾ(。◕ฺ∀◕ฺ)ノ

follow tami and/or myself (optional, we’d like to talk and get to know you guys （*´▽｀*）you can introduce yourself and talk about fest and non-ficfest things!!)

we intend to keep this between the two of us for now, since we’ve discussed on how to proceed with this

BUT if there is an interest in joining/contributing, we welcome any other artists/writers/editors to come stop by and message us, and maybe we can draw something up!!

hope you guys are excited ‘cause we sure are!! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

[the above picture credits goes the wonderful uniqlyxuanjoo who was kind enough to let us use it (´∀｀)♡]

[xjficfest]

hello this is elaina again, and I would like to apologize for both tami and myself for not being on time. tami had some exams and I had just flown back from shanghai and started school. bUT it will run for sure, just dates changed!! apologizing again for everyone and thank you for the support so far!!

[uniq1year]

1 year with UNIQ ♥ Charity project

brought to you by babyibo & sungjoo-ya with the support of ask-uniq 

In celebration of UNIQ 1 year anniversary, I would like to start a charity donation project. Of course, every gift that fans give to the boys to express their love are precious, but I believe, there is no better gift we could make to an artist, as to let them know they became people who inspire fans to unite together and do something as beautiful as helping those who in need. If it were not for the fact that we as humans were meant to love one another, we would not be blessed to love a group such as UNIQ the way us, Unicorns, do~♥  One of the ways we can show our love for UNIQ is to share our love with the less fortunate, passing along to them the happiness that UNIQ has given to Unicorns.

This is not my first time organizing charity donation even before I discovered UNIQ, and not my first time organizing a donation under Unicorn name. You can read about the previous donation post here. But this project is public one, therefore I’m thrilled to present it >< I really hope many of Unicorns will participate♥

♘ PURPOSE:

All collected money will be donated to UNICEF organization for most needed at the moment (10/16 donation date) campaign. I will post on this blog about the campaigns I’m choosing between and you as well can suggest yours (trustful foundations, UNICEF campaigns). The donation certificate will be printed out and sent to Yuehua as a gift to UNIQ members on their anniversary♥

♘ DONORS:

Donors list will be available for all donors (nickname and amount) to view as a spreadsheet. Donation certificate will be sent to all donors via email.

♘ DEADLINE: October 5th.

(I will need few days to finalize all reports, double and triple check, calculate the fees and add the missing amount etc).

♘ HOW TO DONATE:

Keep reading

[xjficfest]

think the xuanjoo tag been a bit too quiet recently? well, it’s just the calm before the storm because now presenting!!

Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ XUANJOO FIC FEST 2k15╰(✧∇✧╰)

Wait, what’s going on?

the lovely tami (junq-han​) and myself (elaina: unsungjoo) have been drowning in xuanjoo feels lately and felt the need to liven up the tag while bringing lovely uniqorns together!

so we decided to do a 10 day drabble challenge together plus one finale fic to wrap up! all revolving around uniq’s dad line ft. their three kids~

Woah okay! When’s this happening?

we will be posting an official schedule and finalized list of prompts once we work out the kijinks. but we’re looking at september 1st to kick off the new school year! there will be posts before then with updates. and speaking of updates...

Awesome! So what can I do until then?

follow this blog to keep up with everything, from news and announcements to the drabbles themselves, and anything else in between (highly recommended) and/or

track “xjficfest” to only get info on the ficfest itself (also highly recommended)

reblog this post to spread the news! ヾ(。◕ฺ∀◕ฺ)ノ

follow tami and/or myself (optional, we’d like to talk and get to know you guys （*´▽｀*）you can introduce yourself and talk about fest and non-ficfest things!!)

we intend to keep this between the two of us for now, since we’ve discussed on how to proceed with this

BUT if there is an interest in joining/contributing, we welcome any other artists/writers/editors to come stop by and message us, and maybe we can draw something up!!

hope you guys are excited ‘cause we sure are!! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

[the above picture credits goes the wonderful uniqlyxuanjoo who was kind enough to let us use it (´∀｀)♡]