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excelsi-or · 4 years

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12/12/22 - read to me (woozi)

w.c. 1k (fluff :D)

A/N: Happy Monday~ Hope you guys had a great weekend! My BIPOC rec this week is LA 92, a documentary by NatGeo about LA’s riots after Rodney King’s case. It’s a really cool documentary by using news reports and reporter footage from that time, so it feels really raw. Disclaimer: there are parts that are very graphic, especially during the start of the riots. Please be prepared if you watch. I’d only ever heard his name before, I didn’t know the whole story about Rodney King. LA 92 lays it out plain and simple.

November 4, 2022

December 12, 2022

His blaring alarm wakes them first.

“Nngh,” she groans, rolling over towards Jihoon to fling her arm across his body.

He grumbles as he stretches for his phone.

“Jihoonie, turn it off,” she mumbles.

“I’m trying.”

Finally, they’re left in silence again.

One beat.

Two beats.

She sighs and starts to sit up. “Jihoon, you need to get to work.”

Jihoon throws his arm over his eyes and ignores her.

“God, every morning,” she grumbles as she gets up. She drags the comforter off him and wraps it around her shoulders, ignoring his protests and cursing. When she goes to turn on the overhead light, nothing happens. She flicks the light on and off and still nothing.

“Jihoon.”

“Shush.” Jihoon has proceeded to curl into a ball on his side, facing away from her.

“Jihoon, the light won’t turn on.” She leaves the bedroom and wanders through their still dark apartment, testing every light switch. None of them work.

When she checks the light in the fridge, Jihoon finally decides to show himself. His hair is sticking up on one side, the other matted from sleep. One eye is cracked open while he scratches his neck.

“What’s happening?”

“Power’s out,” she informs him. She knocks her hip into the corner of the counter and she grumbles angrily back to the bedroom.

Jihoon trails after her. She checks her phone for messages and finds none. Quickly, she texts Hansol and Jeonghan to ask if they have power. The replies are fast and Jihoon reads them over her shoulder.

Jeonghan (6:07)

Nope. Seungcheol’s losing his mind.

Hansol (6:07)

No. Seungkwan’s not even awake to lecture me about not paying bills yet.

“Seems like no one has power,” Jihoon comments.

“It could just be residential areas,” she says. “We should probably still get ready for work.”

Jihoon pecks the top of her head and agrees.

They use their phones as light in the bathroom. Jihoon jumps in the shower, although his shower only seems to last a minute. When he joins her in the kitchen, he’s bundled in a turtleneck, a hoodie, and a hat.

“That cold, huh?” she asks.

“You should bundle up,” Jihoon tells her.

She nods her head and pushes a bowl of cereal to him. Jihoon jumps on the counter to eat it and she leans back against the fridge. They eat in silence. In the early hour, the sun hasn’t even begun to rise.

Jihoon’s phone buzzes against the counter, just as they hear a ping from the bedroom.

“Creepy,” she comments as she goes to the bedroom to get her phone.

“Probably just Ming—” Before he can finish the name, he’s read through the message from the company’s CEO. “Work’s cancelled,” he states.

She’s returned, bowl and phone in hand. Chuckling, she shows him her message. “Me too.”

Jihoon lifts an eyebrow. He drinks his milk and sets the bowl in the sink. “As two free people for the day, what do you propose we do?”

“We don’t have Internet, no TV.” She looks around their dark apartment, a dim yellow light on the horizon out the window. “Read?”

Jihoon pouts. “Reading?”

“I’ll read to you,” she says instead. “How about that?”

“We could sleep first.”

“You know how I feel about falling back asleep.” She holds her empty bowl up. “Especially since we’ve just had breakfast.”

He tips his head as he slips the bowl from her hand. “We could just get back in bed and pretend like the day hasn’t even started yet.”

“We’ll nap later,” she laughs.

Jihoon throws his head back and whines. “Jagi.”

“How about this?” She stands between his legs and pulls his hat off his head. She ruffles his hair that he didn’t get a chance to wash in the cold water. “We grab all the blankets, bundle up on the couch, and I read to you. You can fall asleep.”

“And you stay awake?” Jihoon massages her shoulders, hoping it’ll make her sleepy enough to want to get back into bed.

“It’ll be like all those nights during uni in your studio. Except you’ll be sleeping instead of me.”

Jihoon sighs, his hands moving from her shoulders to her cheeks. “Fine, jagi.”

“One more chapter,” Jihoon insists.

They’ve spent the entire morning on the couch, Jihoon’s head in her lap, surrounded by every blanket and throw in their apartment. It’s turned into a beautiful morning with the sun streaming through the window. Without heating, the sun is a godsend.

From her selection of books, she figured an adventure would be the most entertaining to him. She’d chosen the third one in a series, which seemed to be most people’s favourite.

She’d banked on Jihoon falling asleep after the first fifteen minutes of her reading. With the still relatively dark apartment, it would be easy for him. When she’d gone on to read in her head, Jihoon mumbled, “Why did you stop?”

The longer she’d read, Jihoon seemed to wake up further. He watched her read, enjoying her facial expressions and the voices she used. It felt like being a child, having someone read to him.

Five hours later, her throat is about to give out and they’re about halfway through the book.

“Jagi, please,” he pleads.

She motions for him to pass her her water bottle, which she’d had to ask him to get after the first two chapters. Jihoon complies and watches her take another sip. “Jihoon,” her voice comes out a bit clearer, “I can’t read the entire book in one sitting.”

“Why not? I like listening to you read.” Jihoon pouts.

When they’d moved in together, she hadn’t expected adorable Jihoon to follow them. He busts it out whenever he wants something from her. And usually she can’t say no. “Jihoon, I’m going to lose my voice.”

Jihoon pouts further.

She leans down to kiss his forehead. “Stop. Seriously. I can’t.”

“What if I make you a sandwich and you keep reading after lunch?” Jihoon suggests.

She rolls her eyes with a smile. “Fine. Go.”

Jihoon gets up out of her lap and makes sure to wrap her up again to keep her warm. Over his shoulder, he says, “We should have started from the first book. Starting from the third makes me feel like I missed stuff.”

“Alright, one story at a time, Jihoonie” she chuckles.

Next: December 27, 2022

#woozi imagines #woozi scenarios #woozi #lee jihoon scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #tabilrn

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lxveille · 6 years

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for the 100 ways to say I love you, can I request 57 with Jeonghan please~

100 ways to say i love you (send a member + a number; still accepting)WC: ~ 1220 ; non-denominational divinity!AU (honestly, idk guys)

In the bright, empty space of before, the Architect drew a map. It was painted on a black-and-silver canvas, and stitched into existence with the finest thread of time. The Architect painted in the plateaus and poured vast oceans with tender care before They set a light above it all and burned Their own thumb upon the fire therein.

A power higher than the Architect whispered inspiration, and They went to Their next task. From the clay of the earth, the Architect molded you into existence. The first divine craftsman, born with soft hands and a strong will. The Architect set you to your purpose: to add detail and life to the world They had created.

So you calloused your palms molding mountains and weaved long grass and cattails into plains and wetlands.

You were not there when the Architect funneled saltwater over marble coverings and brought the second craftsman into being. But you smiled when They presented him to you as your companion and equal, and called his name as Jeonghan.

It was a smile that did not last.

For now, as an example, you stand on the opposite side of a stream from him and throw your hands into the air with an exclamation of, “You wretch!”

His smirk tells easily that he knows exactly why you’re upset even as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“This?” You gesture towards the steady flow of water between the two of you. “This was not the plan!”

“It doesn’t hurt,” Jeonghan replies with a carefree shrug, “I don’t see why you’re so wound up about it.”

“You’re insufferable!” you yell, “Why do you insist on this? Just, water? Everywhere? You’ll end up flooding all of the earth at this rate!”

“You’re exaggerating.” He rolls his eyes, but that frustrating smirk is still firmly planted upon his expression. “But now that you mention it–!”

“Don’t you dare!” you cut him off, taking strides through the water separating you to arrive right in front of Jeonghan. “I’ve put hard work into this! Do you really think They would approve of you pulling something like that?”

Jeonghan’s smirk only seems to grow, head tilting several degrees to the left as he contemplates your question. “Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what would happen, though?”

The stream expands at his will as his speaks until you are both standing knee high in cool water. You look down and then back at him with half a mind to reach out and smack him for his imprudence. Instead, you manage to catch him off guard by shoving at his shoulders suddenly, sending him falling back into the river water ungracefully.

You trudge out to the new banks of the river. With a glance back, you find Jeonghan sitting up, drenched and eying you with nothing but amusement in his gaze. “Have fun with your… blobs,” you call to him as you turn to leave.

“Fish,” he reminds you of his creation’s appellation quickly, and you can hear the smug expression back in his tone.

These bickers are commonplace between you two craftsmen. The Architect has never told you to make amends, or have They ever given you any direct answer when you’ve inquired why exactly it seems Jeonghan treats you more as competitor than equivalent.

“It will be as it’s meant to,” They tell you as you kneel in deference at your creator’s feet.

“It’s meant to be infuriating?” you question back, your voice wavering from its usual compliance where the Architect is concerned.

“My cherished craftsman, I’ll answer you only with a second inquiry,” the Architect replies, leaning forward to touch a gentle hand to the top of your head, “What did you ever feel before Jeonghan’s existence?”

You consider the Architect’s words for five days in isolate corners of the earth, constructing new flowers and stretching trees into open sky, before realizing the answer is nothing at all. Even appreciation and devotion to the Architect themself hadn’t rooted itself in your heart until Jeonghan appeared as a contrasting force in your life.

“Where have you been?” Jeonghan asks when you come upon him on a shores of a sea.

“Inventing,” you reply vaguely.

“That’s a what, not where,” he points out, looking you over from head to toe as if searching for residual evidence of the the answer he’d asked after. You smile, tongue to the back of your teeth, as you mimic his usual demeanor and shrug back at his words.

He scoffs, looking back out to the waves as he adds, “I have something to show you.”

You comply, and let him take you from seaside inland, leading back to a lake you’d begrudged him for forming quite some time ago. On the hilltop, he gives a subdued gesture towards the water. (Odd, because usually he presents things with flourish and enough pride to make you irate; it’s almost as if he is nervous this time.)

At first glance, you believe the lake has shrunk in size — but the green that sits there doesn’t resemble any grass you’ve yet known. A few disbelieving steps downhill let you make out that rather than smaller, there’s greenery floating upon the water. Rounded pads of thin green life, interspersed with bright blossoms of white and pink.

“What are there?” you ask when you feel Jeonghan fall into place beside you.

“Lilies,” he says simply. You tear your gaze from the plant-spotted water to give him a puzzled look. Lilies were your own doing; a past time almost how many shapes and colors you’d created of them thus far. You had doubted Jeonghan even known their name.

“They don’t exactly look like lilies,” you tell him. The words come out gentler than even you are expecting.

He is still looking down at the lake when he clarifies, “Well, they’re water lilies.”

You let your sight trail back down the hill to the flowers floating atop the lake. “Why?”

“There is enough room for both of us.” Jeonghan looks at you with that; you can feel his gaze upon your profile as a breeze passes between the two of you. “It’s a big world They made.”

“So you’re suggesting we stay apart from one another?” It’s your first interpretation of his words, wondering if perhaps these flowers are meant to show that he can create things the resemble your own work as well.

“The opposite, actually,” he says, drawing your attention back to his face. You search his expression for further explanation, and find only that there’s something uncertain but tender in the curve of his smile. “There’s something else I wanted to show you.”

“What’s that?”

He steps closer and rests a hand upon your shoulder. “I don’t know what you’d call it,” he speaks lower now that his face his merely centimeters away from your own, his voice no louder than the wind that brushes by, “But I want to try.”

It is odd, at first, this new and nameless invention of his. His mouth comes to rest against yours, lips no longer in a smirk nor frown, but instead pressing plush on your own. You feel compelled to close your eyes, and so you do, returning some light pressure back against his until your lips part delicately, like petals unfolding to bloom.

Something yet undefined sparks within you.

#seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines #seventeen scenarios #veille's 100ways #the pacing on this is a little 'meh' to me like... i was more into this conceptually than it turned out i think

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