saythenam3svt
Hansol Vernon Chwe
And the rest of our bois (but mostly Hansol)
76 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
greatsweet98
I love cartoons, music, games, art, & puzzles.
ccxkana
❀ immortal ✿
poemas-en-el-viento
No callo nunca la poesía, ni mi guitarra.
fairy-jamie
Jamie
nahasmuslim
Untitled
Text
Guess we’re doing this lmaoo, I’m not that interesting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thank you @wxnderingthoughts for tagging me !!
Nickname: Tiny (my friends call me that EVEN THOUGHT IM NOT IM JUST SURROUNDED BY SLIGHTLY TALLER PEOPLE)
Rising sign: Leo, don’t come for me ok ?
Patronus: A tigress
Preferred height of s/o: I mean I’m bi so it depends on who, I would like a guy that’s taller than me and a girl that’s either my height or taller than me ☺️
Favourite animal: Cats for sure, I’ve had several and I love them🥺
Where I’m from: “I am from Sweden yes” - Alexander Skarsgård
# of blankets: Like 3 I think ???
Dream trip: Scotland or South Korea
When I started this blog: In 2018 I believe ??? I can’t remember exactly when tho
Why I started this blog: Bc I wanna scare and write Seventeen content, I love our boys so much😔🥰
Tags: @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases you’re the only person I know here lmaooo
(another) Get to know me!!
Thx bb, sorry this took so long @minejisung
Rules: tag 20 (oh jesus) followers you’d like to get to know better and wranlge them into answering these questions
(i promise this is different from the other one. I also changed some cuz it is kinda similar. But still different.)
Nickname: (lets go with one im actually called to give yall a hint at my real name) Cici (by my sister)
Starsign Rising Sign: cancer♋
Hogwarts house Patronus: Hedgehog lol
Height Preferred height of s/o: m;6'0 f;5'5
Favorite animal: Hedgehog lol or robin
Where im from: midwest usa
Number of blankets: 3 or more (one of them is 40lbs, the other two are for warmth and comfort)
Dream trip: europe. Just like everywhere. For however long i want.
When I started this account: march 2014?? My kpop account: around jan 2019
Why i started this account: writing and kpop. And i was bored.
Tagging (sorry): @sevenmemes @squishydimple @emotionalgirl101 @cecechiro @sunsungie @thestoryinyourheart @moonrosepixie @pastelyoongi @thoughtfulsherlock @isacelliotprincess @happypixies @thatbubblecat @seungmins-star @monbebecentral @felixstarry-freckles @pikachulein @enchawnted @manitarenia @mark-tuan-and-jinyoung-lover @dreamy-skz
(20 ppl is a lot. Im sorry if you didn’t want this)
54 notes
·
View notes
Text
my standards after reading this 📈📈📈
~ 2:45am ~
warnings: period talk and nothing else but fluff
Note: AND IF I CRY, I WANT VERNON BF SO BAD KREGBKEHRBRF. enjoy let me know your thoughts and send me a timestamp if you’d like lol.
masterlist
“I-I ran here as soon as you called..a-are you okay?” Vernon panted his duffle bag filled with his gym clothes and soccer cleats falls at his feet.
Instead of answering his question, you groaned as the jabs of pain in the pit of your stomach started again. Vernon panicked and ran to the side of your bed, crouching so he was at eye level with you. “Are you hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital? Chan has my car but I can carry you there if you can’t walk.” He rushed out, his words combining into a long almost incoherent sentence as his eyes searched your pain filled face.
Keep reading
476 notes
·
View notes
Text
bro im crying this is too cute
i’m not a hero | hansol vernon chwe
pairing: vernon x reader
genre: floofity floof fluff
summary: people ask you, the avid star wars enthusiast, who your favorite character is and to their surprise? it’s not the hero.
word count: 1276
warning: i mention weapon maybe 2 times
a/n: my installment for @merakiiverse collab - thank you so much for this really fun opportunity!!! check out the masterlist + all the amazing authors below 💓 (and yes this is part of krys and i’s disneyland au as well!)
meraki’s job collab! / seventeen stars to the right! ✩
masterlist
everyone will tell you how hard it is trying to pay for college, being away from home, living alone, occasionally having to cope with potential loneliness and lack of motivation from time to time
but some college experiences outweigh all those hardships
and for vernon, it’s two things: you and living out his dream job. well, close to his dream job
you and vernon actually went to the same high school and even shared classes together. exchanged a couple of laughs during graduation practice at how both your names were mispronounced at the podium
yet for the entire three / four years that you were there, no words ushered between you two aside from formal greetings and acknowledged nods. after those graduation caps went up in the sky and you disappeared into the crowd, vernon regretted not talking to you at least once.
just when he was about to lose hope and move passed it, the next thing he knew, he saw you again waiting outside his communications class at his university
‘so this must be fate, it has to be… or a sign? whatever the difference is’
vernon’s face completely flushed when you expressed how relieved you were to see him, alas a familiar face in this new foreign place. making small talk before class started. finding out you guys actually shared the same major, hinting that he’ll probably get to see and spend more time with you more often, in and outside of school
what a perfect perfect way to start a friendship!
after exchanging each other numbers, study sessions became regular hangouts and soon after a few months, the awkward air around him diminished and he finally let his nonchalant person shine through
…but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t shy.
“awe so yn still doesn’t know about your obsession with star wars? can’t be their little jedi to save the them from having to write an argumentative speech in five minutes?”
vernon only responded by sending a glare directed towards his roommate and shoved his head into his pillow, yelping out his internal screams
and for his information, he wasn’t necessarily the hero of the story
how was he supposed to tell you that he worked as a storm trooper at disneyland?
first and far most important, he can’t. that’s against the rules, he would get fired in a heartbeat. that would ruin the entire galaxy edge experience. where’s the magic in that?
and second, even if he were to tell you, he just broke through the wall and is finally on good terms with you. yes, you guys may be friends right now but he does eventually want to ask you out
in his head, being a star wars fan doesn’t really give him that cool reputation that he wants you to perceive of him
and what if you didn’t know what a storm trooper was? now he would just be embarrassed :(
the one free day that you guys have, he almost regrets wanting to work there in the first place
you: hey! you free this weekend?
vernon: depends… am i?
you: well make yourself free :p think you can scavenge some money to get a one day ticket to disneyland on saturday?
vernon: that is more than 100 dollars, do you really think
you: PLEASE IT’LL BE FUN !!!! my best friend and i just got seasonal passes and are ready to abuse it every weekend <3
vernon: ok and your speech?
you: …will be written before then :D
vernon: …fINE
vernon: bold of you to assume i already to have a pass. late to the fun train i see
oh gosh, what the hell did he just say yes to? he has work that day!
thankfully, he only needs to work one shift and that lasts a couple of hours. he can make an excuse for meeting up late - his best being getting into a long phone call with his parents and losing track of time (which you wholeheartedly believe given his known soft spot for his family)
there’s a possible chance, you won’t even go to his certain place of work anyways. maybe you’ll just go to check it out, go on a few rides and wander off.
it was late morning bleeding into the afternoon and vernon was all set in costume, ready to march around the side of the park as one of two of kylo ren’s bodyguards
on a warm, sunny california day like this, was the only time vernon didn’t particularly like having to play a character in a full body costume. he could feel the heat rising up in his helmet and sweat accumulates in places he didn’t know could sweat, uncomfortable wedgies throughout the day
and it suddenly gets a thousand times hotter when he sees you walking towards him, leading your best friend to the outside meet and greet area
during his time, vernon has seen some pretty surprising guests at disneyland all while keeping his composure and staying in character. but this is the first time he almost lets his mumbling slip past his microphone and nearly dropping his blaster to the ground
there’s nothing much that vernon can do as he stands in front of the guests, including you. it’s not like you came to see him specifically, everyone’s here to see the kylo ren
so he decides to play it off the best and only way he knows how
“approach,” he says to you and your friend as it was their turn, gripping his fake weapon in both hands
he did not expect you to be so excited for this interaction. up close, vernon notices that you portrayed an opened mouth smile with a certain glimmer in your eyes that he doesn’t get to see off duty
“have you sworn allegiance to the first order?” his partner to his left continues the conversation
“if i say yes, does that mean i can get a picture with you guys?” you fiddle to find the your phone in your disney themed backpack and hand it to your friend that seemed rather distracted upon other things
looking back and forth between the other storm trooper and you, as a cast member, vernon knew exactly what to say
“well that makes things easier for the both of us. proceed.”
your high pitched squeal finally gets the attention of your friend, taking a few steps back to take the photo
you’re sandwiched in between the two stormtroopers and an awkward kylo ren towering behind you
vernon promptly holds up his blaster with one hand over his shoulder, making for a more dramatic photo, but what the camera can’t capture is how completely flustered vernon is under his armored attire
he’s never been this close to you before
thank goodness he was playing a character or else you wouldn’t know what to do with him hyperventilating right in front of you
once the picture is shot and approved yours truly, you continue to have a one on one conversation with kylo ren before having to leave. giving vernon a little while to recover and look around at anywhere and anyone to calm down his heart as you stand just a mere few inches close to him
being considerate of your friend, your time is short and you guys make your way to the exist with slight disappoint shown on your face
vernon risks watching you leave the vicinity, not paying too much attention to the guests waiting patiently in line
and it’s worth it to see you look back at him one last time, feeling as if you could see right through his façade
Keep reading
135 notes
·
View notes
Text
cuuuuuuuuteeeee i can’t stop reading it
𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 | 𝖢𝗁𝗐𝖾 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗇
→ Pairing: The Flash! Vernon X Reader
→ Genre: Fluff, humor (this was supposed to be angst at first but I changed it :] )
→ Word Count: 4.4 k
→ Notes: Mentions of violence, trauma, FIRE(??), injury, nothing major
(When Vernon is acting as the Flash, his voice is altered to protect his identity (duh) so that’s why Y/n is obviously not able to tell who he is)
→ Summary: It started with cookies. That’s all you wanted, really. But you got a bonus with it, except you wouldn’t really call it a bonus. Just a… lovely addition that happened to steal your heart in a flash, whether you knew it or not.
Keep reading
109 notes
·
View notes
Photo
#caratrevival week #9 ➟ lee seokmin
just little dk things
769 notes
·
View notes
Text
I would die for this oneshot ITS SO CUTE
prove it | chwe vernon hansol
ミ★ synopsis: in which the university fuckboy does whatever it takes to prove that he genuinely has feelings for you.
ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, fuckboy!vernon, crack, fluff
ミ★ warnings: none!
ミ★ word count: 3,603
ミ★ pairings: vernon x female reader
ミ★ notes: hi guys! this oneshot ended up a lot longer than i originally planned. however, this always happens when i write oneshots so this isn’t anything new. i chose this gif because vernon’s blonde hair makes me cry a lil and i couldn’t find any other blonde vernon gifs that match the vibe of this whole oneshot uh help me :DD oh ! i also hope you enjoy the mini cameo from my characters in cafe chuu hehe !! anyways… make sure to give vernon lots of love !!
Keep reading
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
One in the morning
Summary: Final exams are just around the corner and Vernon can't help but worry about you.
Pairing: Vernon x Reader
Gender: Fluff
a/n: It's really short, I'm sorry, I'm working on more things😢💔
It was quite late, late enough to look at the somewhat empty streets of Seoul and Vernon was back in the apartment he shared with his partner, you.
The last few days had been stressful for you, from spending all day glued to your desk chair to eating in a not-so-appropriate way.
That situation was starting to worry Vernon, he knew that that test was something of great importance to you and therefore you needed to study to get the best score possible, but if he was sincere, you were starting to neglect your welfare and that made him feel bad for not doing anything to help you.
Vernon couldn't do much for you other than tell you motivating words, his job had your boyfriend out of the house most of the time and therefore he couldn't be sure if you eat your three meals a day or take a few breaks. Deep down he knew the answer, you didn't eat enough of what your body was asking for, the energy bar wrappers threw you off and you didn't even answer his messages. If only he could leave work at any time and come home to take care of you, he could get rid of that terrible worry, no doubt he would, but unfortunately he couldn't.
Somewhat tired, and mentally exhausted, he opened the door of the apartment to find himself in the place, silent, empty, and just as he had seen it before he left for work. It's not as if the two of them were a disaster either, but there were some details he remembered moving during the course of the morning, such as one of his sweatshirts being on the back of the sofa.
"y/n?" he raised his voice trying to get your attention "I'm home!"
Somewhat confused by the persistent silence in the apartment, your boyfriend walked to the bedroom you two shared together where the desk you often use was located.
Days after arriving at the apartment, you had asked your boyfriend to leave the desk that you had bought in the room that you both shared, desk which had its place in the small study that was in the apartment, but simply for the fact of not wanting to feel alone in an empty study proposed which Vernon accepted instantly, because he did not want to feel alone in the room either.
He did not regret that decision, although the room was somewhat small but not enough, he simply loved coming home and lying in his bed to admire you silently doing your homework.
It might seem boring but he simply treasured those little moments in his life with his soul.
"y/n..." he stopped his walk in the middle of the door when he saw the desk light on "y/n, honey"
You turned slightly to face your boyfriend. The look on your face was somewhat dull, due to the lack of sleep and not to mention the little bags under your eyes.
That somehow hurt Vernon.
"Vernon, you've arrived," you said. "I thought you'd be here later"
"It's already late" he let out a little laugh as he turned on the light in the room.
"What?" you raised an eyebrow somewhat confusedly. "Are you serious?"
He nodded slightly with a smile on his face, walked over to the desk, which was a little upside down, causing him to laugh again because of the situation
"It's almost one in the morning"
"Ah, hell" you covered your face with the help of your hands.
"Haven't you got up from here?" you slightly denied his question, causing your boyfriend some concern "honey, we've talked about this"
"This exam is very important to me!"
Vernon breathed a sigh at your words "I know" he said as he closed the book you were reading, on the other hand, you looked at him in confusion at his every move and with your frown at his sudden action.
"What are you doing!?"
"You're going to take a shower, then dinner" he turned your cheek "and then go to sleep, okay?"
"I-I have to study..."
"You've studied a lot for today," he smiled slightly "you need to rest"
You let out a sigh, reluctantly convinced by the proposal of your boyfriend, you got up from the chair a little lazy, because since the beginning of the day you did not do much more than sitting checking your notes.
"It's okay."
"Take your time" he left a sweet little kiss on your cheek, "I'll make you dinner"
"No hamburgers, please" you said with a few laughs.
The last time Vernon had made you a surprise dinner, this dinner had ended in complete chaos, and with you making dinner at the end, despite almost setting the apartment on fire, the two still laugh as they recall the anecdote.
"Hey" he denied, laughing slightly, "I was thinking about doing my big specialty.
"Specialty?" you raised a somewhat confused eyebrow.
"Cereal..."
Between small jokes and shared laughter, you slightly denied leaving a small kiss on your boyfriend's lips.
"You are my number one chef"
"Don't let Mingyu hear you."
74 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seokmin : It takes 45 muscles to frown and only 10 muscles to smile :)
Jun : Then frown always, get ripped, lose weight
Seokmin : no-
Hoshi : *frowning intensely* fitness is my passion
160 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seventeen (Hip Hop Unit) Reaction - S/O Performs Their Part in Their Song
A/N: this is one of my favorite prompts because I lowkey wish I was an idol lmao I’ll do it for the other units if y’all want it
Hip Hop Unit | Performance Unit | Vocal Unit
~~~
Seungcheol
He’d be such a proud boyfriend. Like he couldn’t hide the very obvious smile on his face. You looked so cute performing to his part in “Q&A”. There was just something that he loved so much about watching you trying to emulate his energy. Tbh, he’d be like Mingyu if it was one of his powerful raps like Getting Closer or Un Haeng Il Chi
Wonwoo
He honestly would be a bit stunned when he saw you on stage performing “Chilli”. He always liked his verse in that song but you rapping it made it 10000% better. He’d be so giggly after he got over the initial shock. He’d wrap you up in a hug once you got off stage.
Mingyu
Oh my god. This boy would get the biggest ego boost when he saw you performing “Un Haeng Il Chi”. He’d also get so turned on, the way you looked and the cocky energy you were putting out getting him riled up. He may have to pull you off into an empty room once you were done performing.
Vernon
The king of reactions here bursted out in the biggest smile when he saw you performing “Trauma”. You really pulled off his energy well and it took him by surprise. He’d be hyping you from backstage/the audience. He’d be all over you with compliments and praises when he met up with you backstage.
622 notes
·
View notes
Text
{Reverse!Beauty x the Beast AU} Wonwoo
*this post was commissioned | beast!reader and beauty(?)!wonwoo, with my own twist on the plot!!
*tw: mentions of violence, mentions of blood
time ticks by slowly, every second of every day is filled with inexplicable loneliness and pain
how long have i been like this? who was i before i become,,,,,a monster?
the questions circle in your mind - as you circle the cold halls of a castle that once bore the bustling light and love of your family
of your kingdom
till a cursed, jealous women brought wraith upon your family, banished them into nothingness and left you
the you who once had bright eyes, pink lips that read poems to your younger siblings in the garden
left you - mangled and broken
all that has been left of this place - that has been left of your humanity is that garden that has overgrown with weeds since you were destroyed
ugly vines and spreading spores, taken the places of once lush bushes and tall stemmed flowers
the only smudge of a better time remaining are the roses
the red roses
you nurture with the hairy paws that crush everything else
i am doomed to this fate, but i will protect what still holds the memory of my past,,,,,,,,anyone who dare step foot in my garden,,,,,,,i shall rip oyu to shreds!
on the other side of the woods, lives jeon wonwoo
oblivious to your horrors - a quiet, bookish boy who works hard delivering newspapers to help support his traveling merchant father
and otherwise greedy older sisters
he’s clean cut, with curly dark hair and eye of an earthy, but sparkling brown
humble, wearing the same cap his father brought back from the main village for three years now
and never one to ask for a second meal at dinner time
he rides his bike, long legs peddling him fast among the cobble streets
throwing papers at the doorsteps
ears going red when older maidens open their windows to shout out compliments
respectfully declining offers of free fruit or flowers from love struck younger girls in the town square
he’s never been anything but kind, if not even a bit of a bleeding heart and his father couldn’t have asked for a better son
so when his father announces a trip to the main village again - wonwoo’s sisters squabble over who gets to give papa a long list of expensive gifts to bring back first
while wonwoo simply shrugs
“a red rose would be nice, to put something colorful on my window.”
his father smiles, hand on wonwoo’s shoulder
“i’ll be back in a weeks time - make sure your sisters don’t make,,,,,mistakes while im gone.”
wonwoo waves goodbye as his father pulls off in the familiar carriage
the sisters are already talking about how they’ll spend this allowance he’s left, but all that is on wonwoo’s mind is his paper route in the morning
he gets up, bright and early, sleepiness following him to the table where he yawns and watches out of the window as the sleepy little forest-edge town he lives in wakes with him
he buttons up his vest, puts on the matching cap and hops on his bike for the usual route
the summer breeze is pleasant against his skin and he hopes that the dark circles that always have a habit of forming under his eyes after sleeping go away quickly
the towns children always tease him for looking like a crow with them
“why why,,,,,now is that who i think it is!”
wonwoo hates to admit it, but the voice sparks a slight bit of panic whenever he hears it
it belongs to an old friend he’s known since they were both children, and while wonwoo had chosen to stay at home and help out his family
mingyu had chosen to join the local army
and had not only been made a hero - but had come back with the idea that he just had to recruit wonwoo
“good morning mingyu-”
the boy hops down from the windowsill he’d been lounging against
he’s still wearing the issued uniform, crisp white britches and a stiff looking royal blue coat
his hair is done up and out of his face and wonwoo can’t believe this clean cut guy
is the same person he used to run around in farm mud with when they were just young teenagers
“i see you’re still doing the paper route?”
mingyu flashes a bright white smile and plucks a rolled up newspaper from wonwoo’s basket
he unrolls it, reading a headline as wonwoo attempts to snatch it back
“wonwoo, ive told you this a million and one times - you can make much better money in the reserve!”
“i can’t leave my sisters and fathers behind to fight foolish battles on behalf of some king in some castle.”
mingyu chuckles
“always being political and smart wonwoo, but we both know what matters and that’s money - and money -”
mingyu drops the newspaper to the floor and fixes the pristine buttons on his cuffs
“money can buy even happiness!”
wonwoo resists the urge to roll his eyes, he’s told mingyu a million times that he’s not joining any army - especially when it’s much more about showing off than anything else
he picks up the newspaper and kicks back up his bike
“ill be late with my delivery’s, see you around mingyu”
mingyu huffs but before he can complain once more, wonwoo is off - throwing papers left and right until he can return back home
back in your castle, you watch the summer sun rise and fall
like a slow exhale, the light sinks into a backdrop of darkness and you walk through the halls
all the mirrors that once lined various rooms have been long since smashed
glass still on the tiles, a low groaning sound coming from the back of your throat when you think of the times you’ve been forced to come face to face with your own reflection
ugly, overgrown teeth - sharp and always stained. hair that tangles and is too thick to handle - hair all over my body. and these claws,,,,these hands once nimble and playing the piano for ballrooms full of dancing guests,,,,are now nothing but killing machines
you hate summer the most - the season when you should be able to spend the most time outside
tending to your garden, humming to the sweet tune of a favorite song
yet it has been so long since you’ve let anyone else gaze upon you
the risk running high every time you step out, the whispering woods could reveal a stranger
and they could see you - call you names - have you killed
that’s why you’ve learned to keep to yourself, inside your cold halls, the old furniture is what is left to keep you company
but this evening feels different, you’ve paced the window - glances thrown out into the garden
no one is going to touch my rose bush, but why do i feel as if -
and then you see him
a human
an older human, whose parked a peasant looking carriage outside the gates
he seems to be unaware of you, up at the window, watching
as he makes his way around the maze of plants
before stopping at the rose bush
at first - you stand still and hope that he won’t be so foolish as to try and pluck one off its leaves
but he does
and a fire inside you snaps
no one touches them!
you roar, jumping from the window and pouncing right onto the man
he’s shaking with terror as you lean your entire body weight forward
snarling
“what do you want”
you ask, your voice gruff and sharp
“i just - i was just admiring the roses -”
“LIAR!”
you raise your hand, extending one of your claws
but the human covers his face in fear
“no please, im sorry my son asked for me to bring back a rose and you’re the only one whose garden has any -”
you hesitate, because you can smell how scared he is
and you are a monster - but you’ve never wanted others to see you that way
then again,,,,,,you spot the petals of the flower he tore fall against the soil
you jump back, but wring your hand around his neck
if you let him off, he’ll tell others about you! he’ll make sure everyone comes in droves - he’ll tell them how you look! how disgusting you are! how weak you are!
the fire burns and spreads through your body, your hold tightens and the man begins to beg
“bring me your son, he will pay for your crime.”
you hiss the ultimatum, throwing the man to the ground with a hard thud
“if he does not come within three days - i will find you and him and the rest of your family myself.”
the threat in your voice is so venomous and cruel, you hardly recognize that it’s you
the man skids backwards, before turning and pulling himself up to run back to his carriage
you stand there, breathing heavy before dropping to the dirt beside the torn flower
you cradle it, but your claws cut through the fragile red petals
when wonwoo’s father returns - wonwoo can see the mark on his neck
it looks like something from a bear
but his sisters just push past each other to ogle the gods the father has returned with
wonwoo takes his papa to the side and asks quietly
“and my rose?”
“unfortunately,,,,,i could not retrieve it and even worse,,,,”
wonwoo’s father tells him, in a hushed voice, about his encounter with a beast in the forest
at first wonwoo doesn’t believe it - it must be a story of fairy tail
but the mark on his fathers neck and the trembling in his voice convinces him otherwise
“of course, im not going to send you into those woods. im going to tell the local soldiers and see if the army can hand-”
“i can take care of this myself.”
wonwoo takes off his cap and drops it into his fathers hands
“i will go and speak with this beast myself.”
wonwoo’s father pleas for him to reconsider, to sleep on it, to just think hard about such a dangerous decision
“you don’t know what i saw out there,,,,that thing is evil!”
“it said it would come for our family, papa - i will go and make sure that we are safe.”
wonwoo’s father goes to bed telling wonwoo over and over that he should do so as well
but once nightfall cloaks the town, wonwoo prepares a bundle of bread and ventures out into the dark woods
his father had mentioned that the abandoned garden had been somewhere off the carriages path
but after hours of wondering, it’s obvious that he’s lost
and the sound of nearby wolves chills wonwoo to the bone
he’s never been one to be afraid - he’s always been rather brave, if not complaint with any pain or fear that’s come in his life
but this is something new
this is something unknown
wonwoo circles what he thinks is the same camp of trees until finally taking a seat beside some of the giant roots
he opens his bundle, but before he can take a bite of his bread he hears it
a growl
there are only seconds before wonwoo looks up - his brown eyes meeting the flashing yellow irises of a wolf
it’s big, with messy fur and chewed up ears - it bares its teeth as soon as it makes eye contact
and wonwoo’s blood goes cold
if i die here, the beast will still go after my family!
he thinks, quickly trying to piece together a cause of action
he takes the bread he’s holding and tosses it to the side - a momentary distraction, but as soon as wonwoo gets up
he moves to run, but it’s too late the teeth are sharp, lodged into the meat of his leg
wonwoo has felt pain, but not like this
not a pain that leaves him tumbling onto the forest floor, grasping at the dirt for dear life
the image of his father, his sisters, the townspeople flash through his mind and his racing heart
when suddenly
the teeth are gone
the pain is pulsing, but it isn’t digging into him
and he is not being mauled again
instead he’s left laying, coldness creeping up - darkness filling the parts of his vision that obscure the figure that picks him up
you haven’t been this close to a human in what must be years
and this human is handsome, dark long eyelashes and perfect sun kissed skin
his curly hair is slightly matted with dirt, but you pick it out and smoothen it down
eyes lingering on the curve of his lips
he has a likeness that matches that of the old man who you’d caught in your garden
he really sent his only son? he didn’t lie to me? what did he say his name was,,,,wonwoo?
you study the face, and then the long lean body that belongs to it
but when the human begins to twitch, the bandaged leg you’ve treated jerking a slight bit
you rush out of the room at once
we must not let him see me! if he does, he will think i attacked him!
the heavy wooden door shuts behind you as you hurry back to the confines of the master bedroom
the sound is what startles wonwoo awake
when he sits up, he can feel the dull ache of his leg wound - but is surprised to see that it’s been cleaned and taken care of
the room he’s in is large - even in the dim light of a nearby candle he can tell that it’s grandiose
probably once gorgeous in its prime, the wallpaper now fades and the bed he’s laying on seems to have made friends with its layer of dust
for a moment he tries to assess where he might be
“could i be ,,,”
he begins, but the words die on his lips
there is no way that he is in the beasts castle,,,,that would have meant that the beast has rescued him from the wolves attack
and a beast that had hurt his father - could not be such a kind animal
but then, wonwoo thinks, where could he be?
the walls don’t answer any of his question, not when he calls out and his voice echoes through the lonely castle
only when glancing over the foyer does he notice another small candlight from below
wonwoo adjusts his shirt, noticing that he’s left the vest he usually wears back in the room - the person who had carried him back must have taken it off when they’d fixed up his leg
he tries to press his hair a bit, and clear his throat
“im awfully sorry to intrude - are you the owner of this -”
he says as he descends the stairs toward the light
but,,,,,,,,there is no one in the room
only a long table - one cloth mat set up right at the end with a warm helping of soup
and various smaller side dishes with a paired old wine
wonwoo stares, the surprise doesn’t beat out his hunger nor his caution
and he takes a seat
he picks up one of the knives, but places it down
even though this space is also empty, and no one has come out to greet him - he think it’d be rude to not say a thank you
so he calls one out before he starts his meal, and you - floors above him in the isolation of your room
can hear the warmth of his voice
this human,,,,,wonwoo seems to be less vicious than the ones who’ve crossed this path before. perhaps i will let him spend the night and just allow him to go.
wonwoo does just that, he wanders a bit and you listen as he touches paintings and peeks into other closed doors
he doesn’t come close to your room though, even if he did he wouldn’t be able to budge it open
but before he returns to the room you’d set up for him
he exits out into the garden
he’s limping a bit from the injury - and you watch intently as he winds through the same maze his father did
before coming to a stop before your prized roses
he touches them, but doesn’t dare take one from the bush
instead he seems to just admire them
“beautiful,,,,”
he breathes, and then turns his head up to window of the castle
you dodge backwards, frightened that he’s seen you
but there is no scream of terror or no acclimation of horror
so you assume you’re safe
and when wonwoo returns to go to bed again, you leave your chambers
down the hall and out into the garden - you touch the rose he touched and his warmth still lingers
how it would feel to be called beautiful again,,,,,how it would feel to be loved by a human again,,,,
wonwoo decides in the morning that he should go back to trying to find the beasts home
whoever the kind stranger was that fixed him up and helped me have a bed for the night has still not shown themselves
and wonwoo is surprised that in the morning there are fresh berries in bowls laid out at the table
he calls out another thank you, but this time
there is a reply
“you’re very welcome”
the voice is rugged, pained, and sounds like a mixture of words and groaned noises
it makes wonwoo pause
no human has a voice like that, this house does belong to the beast!
the realization causes him to freeze
but this beast - took care of me. feed me and cleaned my wounds,,,,,
wonwoo hesitates but calls out into the emptiness one more time
“can you come out so i can thank you properly?”
there is a spark of panic, and you roar back a defiant “NO”
you think it’ll scare this person away, but he doesn’t seem to faint of heart
“please, i would think it very rude if i did not see a host that treated me so well.”
you twitch, looking down into the palms of your hand - the claws that had wringed this own boys father’s neck
the horrid mess of hair and teeth and just anger which has settled within you
how could you show yourself like this?
but the voice was pure, deep and ringing with truth
somehow it pulled you out of the shadows of your castle and into the open light of the dining room
at first, wonwoo doesn’t move his eyes from yours
which have become unnaturally lined with red, pupils slitted like that of a cats
he then lets his gaze travel over all of you
take in the rags you’re wearing - once a beautiful outfit you’d been gifted by your mother
the necklace you wear almost blackened by the same cursed magic that made you like this
wonwoo does not speak for a moment and you are ready to retreat back - not put him through anymore
when suddenly he walks forward
the closer and closer he gets the more anxious you are
your animalistic instinct tells you to get ready to attack, but wonwoo’s hand on yours is gentle
“thank you for saving me from that wolf.”
he smiles and a feeling of warmth spreads up through you which has been a stranger to you for years
“and im here to take the punishment on behalf of my father who stole from you.”
you pull back your arm, touching the spot where he’d brushed your skin as if it had just been burned
“no, ,,,, just go”
you groan out, but wonwoo doesn’t budge
“im sorry that my father tried to take one of your beautiful roses, and if you’d like i can stay here and tend to the garden as punishment. would that suffice?”
the words confuse you, his calmness and lack of disgust make the room spin
and this is the first time you’ve let daylight cast down on you for so long
so you put up a hand
“if you wish to do so,,,,,,you are free to stay and repay the debt,,,once a new rose blossoms - you may go!”
wonwoo’s smile returns and something inside you that’s still human stirs
“thank you, it seems we have a deal then.”
wonwoo commits one hundred percent to the agreement of tending to the garden
for the first few days you are sure he’s going to run away, afterall the gates are open
nothing is binding him to stay
but he keeps his word, watering and digging and doing all of the work that you usually do in the dead of night
under the bright sunlight, small streaks of dirt on his cheek
as you watch from the window of your room
he catches you one afternoon, and instead of retreating into the shadows - you watch him wave
and call up
“please have dinner with me tonight?”
and you just can’t understand - why is he so kind to me? does he not see me as the vile thing i am?
dinner is awkward, at least for you - whose used to tearing into meats like a rabid dog, no use for utensils when your fangs could rip off flesh
and instead of being disgusted
wonwoo tries to copy you, but ends up with sauce over his button up instead
you laugh
or let out some sort of jolly sound, which is so loud is sends the old chandelier above you two swinging
but wonwoo only stares up in wonder before grinning too
“how impressive!”
you look down, shy of your display but wonwoo really means it
soon enough, you’re not shy of it anymore
you are open enough to allow wonwoo to see you in the daylight - you even join him for gardening
and before you know it,,,time has passed,,,,,autumn creeps up
and a bud of a rose appears on the bush
you two admire it
and wonwoo suddenly says, “how is it that these roses are so much bigger than any others ive seen before?”
you cast your eyes down, and feel the pain of old memories rush in
wonwoo seems to catch onto the tension and gives a small apology
but you reach out - stopping yourself before one of your claws can tear through the delicate little leaves
“my mother planted them,,,,,she said the magic of her love for me and my father would make them the most beautiful in the land ,,,,”
your voice drops
“but not even her own magic could save her from her downfall,,,,,or save me from this curse”
wonwoo touches your wrist again, this time you don’t jerk from his hand
but let the comfort of another person’s sympathy wash over you like a gentle wave
“is there anyway to break this curse?”
you sadly shake your head
“i would need the tears of someone who loves me to break it. but everyone that loves me,,,,,,is dead.”
there isn’t much one can say to that, so you do not feel hurt by the silence that follows - instead you focus on the bud that is growing
“soon it will bloom - and you can see your loved ones again.”
wonwoo gives a small nod
“i miss them, but i will miss you too beast”
the sentiment pings through your hearts cold walls, melting them down and causing the human parts of you to buzz
you don’t want to take this all so seriously, but that means more than you could ever imagine
and when the day comes, that you awaken and peer out of your window to see the rose has blossomed
it hurts more than it should
it’s when you hear a banging on the gate that you realize,,,,,,,something is wrong
you rush down, wonwoo following in step behind you
when suddenly you see a group of people and they’re holding - torches
“LET US IN YOU UGLY BEAST!”
“GIVE ME BACK MY SON YOU MONSTER!”
“WONWOO! ARE YOU ALIVE?”
your eyes widden, the colors turning a dark and malicious red
you look to wonwoo, your back hunching in pain
“you - you called a mob on me!?!?”
he looks back at you, just as terrified
“no, no i would never - i think my father told some of the townspeople i hadn’t come back -”
the sound of the gate breaking stops you both
charging toward you, like a thunderous stamped of bulls are angry looking humans of all shapes and sizes
you can see the father of wonwoo at the helm with another tall person, he looks like a soldier that you’d remembered seeing back when you were young
the group runs past you - you hear the only home you’ve ever known being destroyed and pulled apart
and the soldier looking one takes out a long, clean silver sword and holds it out to you
“mingyu don’t-”
wonwoo’s voice fades in
but you ignore it, dropping down low on all fours and letting your fangs jut out
the soldier, mingyu, watches you with horror
“how disgusting!”
he yells and you two charge at one and other
you doge a sword slash and let one large claw slash at the front of his uniform - digging in deep to draw blood
you pull back, running a hand across your mouth - looking at the blood on your claws
“no mingyu leave them alone -”
wonwoo pleads, but when he tries to bolt after you - his father holds him back
“wonwoo, we must kill this beast or it will continue to terrorize us!”
“they are not just a beast! they are a kind person who saved me -”
mingyu groans, but gets up, landing another sword slash that catches you on the shoulder
you tetter backwards, gripping your wound
“wonwoo! have you absolutely lost it! this thing tried to kill your father - and you’re defending it?!”
you can hear the destruction going on in your home, heirlooms being broken - paintings being torn
but you see red - you see this soldier, with his bloody uniform and his big sword
and you see wonwoo - who had been so kind,,,,,so sweet,,,,,,,,,,betraying you to these people
you lunge again and wonwoo screams
his voice louder than you’ve ever heard - but the sword pierces through you
and you find yourself pinned down in a matter of moments, a metallic iron taste in your mouth
a darkness gnawing at the sides of your vision
“get off of them!”
you hear and suddenly the weight of mingyu’s knee is not in your chest anymore
instead you see a blurry image
wonwoo, his handsome face twisted into fear
are you scared of me? or are you scared of me?
you think, blinking between light and dark
do you see me as just a monstrous beast? or do you see me as the person i am inside?
wonwoo’s touch on your face doesn’t feel warm enough to stop the impending coldness of depth
do you know that beasts like me can fall in love too?
suddenly the world is still and wonwoo is gone
there is just pain and black
and then
wetness
wetness on your face, salty and small
tears - who is crying,,,,are the angels crying to have seen such an ugly thing?
fluttering, it’s a fulttering feeling
but then it almost stings - like a wound being sown up
you try to pick up your hand, but it isn’t your hand - it’s a human hand
no claws
no blood
you look at it and then back at the person whose crying over you
it is an angel - an angel that looks like
“w-wonwoo?”
he pushes back another sob, before whispering “b-beast?”
“no, im -”
you say your name, out loud for the first time in years
the hair that falls over your shoulders is not the same mangy mess
your clothing isn’t tattered
there isn’t a sword sticking out of your gut
you’ve been transformed
wonwoo pulls you up, into the embrace of his arms
the crowd around you shares a collective gasp
and you hear mingyu’s sword clatter to the floor
“the beast - the beast was a human!?”
“we just ruined this poor persons home for nothing?!”
the sounds, the people, the smell of a fire all hit you at a million miles
but nothing hits you more than the scent of wonwoo, the feeling of his cheek on your cheek
and when you pull back you lean in to kiss the remaining tears on his face
there are apologizes, questions, and much more being thrown around
wonwoo’s own father falls down on his knees beside you and asks if you’re hurt - that he didn’t know who you really were
mingyu quickly shrugs off his uniform coat and offers it to you
but none of that matters
as wonwoo looks at you - the redness around your eyes disappearing slowly
the golden shimmer returning to your necklace, the human glow on your skin
and through the strands of hair - suddenly, blooms a vivid red rose
“your curse,,,it’s broken”
he whispers
“because of your tears - because of the tears of someone who loves me”
wonwoo leans in, lips against yours - and the mob that had yelled angrily at you breaks out into applause
the life and beauty returning to the ruined castle, the unkempt gardens, and everywhere
on every bush
bloom those red roses
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
This man is bad for my health🥵
a carat posted a version of this moment on weverse
and cheol replied
“How does someone even look like this?”
229 notes
·
View notes
Text
PLEASE SHARE THIS, triggering fancams are being spread all over Kpop social media.
Basically on twitter and Instagram (and possibly YouTube and tiktok now too) there are disgusting people who post videos of fancams.... only they aren’t actual fancams. After a couple of seconds the video will cut to jump scares or extremely gory scenes including murder, torture, self harm etc.
They also message people through DM asking “what are you afraid of?” Or similar and then proceed to send these videos so please don’t reply to anything like that and report and block them straight away.
There are so so many accounts that are doing this and I’ve just found out about this now so I don’t have the most information.
@/fancamsituation on Instagram (and twitter too I think) are giving all of the information about this as well as listing accounts to block and report.
These videos can be highly triggering for many people so please share this as much as you can. Also turn off autoplay on twitter if you have one so you aren’t accidentally exposed to the videos
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
SEUNGKWAN IS ALL OF US WHEN WE SLIPPED INTO THE DIAMOND LIFE 😂😂
165 notes
·
View notes
