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love-dreams · 3 years

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pairing: hoshi x fem!reader

content: based off of the netflix show, the queen’s gambit, with different character names; drug abuse and overdose; lots of chess terms

wc: 3454

note: I FREAKING LOVE THIS NETFLIX SHOWWW!! this is a character study i’m trying to do to make my female y/ns less.. idk meek? wimpy? it’s such a writing pet peeve of mine and i absolutely loved beth harmon’s character so here it is :))

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It was quiet in the orphanage basement. With the exception of the dull thumping of childrens’ feet on the basement’s ceiling. Pensive, and tense, the air felt pregnant with strain.

Your eyes flitted back and forth, from black to white and then back again. They went over the ridges of the standing pieces, and down the curves until it met the checkered board. A criss-crossing maze full of infinite possibilities for strategy.

Finally, your delicate, little fingers wrapped around the stem of your rook, pushing it so it slid all the way across the board.

“Check,” came your raspy voice.

The janitor’s bald forehead creased into more folds, and he raised up a finger to push up the frame of his glasses. “Not anymore.” His voice was rough, like gravel scraping against concrete.

The young girl’s brows furrowed, “Wait, how can you do that? You never taught me-”

The buff man stood up suddenly, interrupting her rhetoric. “That’ll be for next time. Clean up the board now and get to class.”

“Wait-” you stuttered, feeling confused and cheated, but Mr. Lee's back was already turned on you, already moving in between the aisles of paint. You sighed, letting her gaze brush over the stationery pieces on the chess board once more, before sweeping all of them off into a velvet bag.

The school bell rang shrilly.

Soonyoung liked to win. Even at the young age of five, he liked crushing his opponents with a gummy smile on his face and curved crescent eyes.

They called him lots of names: the best chess player in the country since Yoon Jeonghan, the chess champion, etc.

But he figured he liked the title “Innocent Tiger of the Chessboard.” Soonyoung thought it made him sound powerful and glorious. He used the name “Hoshi” a lot after the Times magazine coined him that way.

“You’re all a bunch of-”

A girl, whom you did not know, was getting dragged from the cafeteria. A teacher yanked her forward by her long, curly afro harshly. One hand held the girl’s hair, and the other hand, you barely noticed, was holding a yellow-tinted soap bar.

You walked into the cafeteria, naturally standing at the back of a long line of orphaned girls. She moved forward, hesitantly, taking the spot in line from the previous girl. You looked up at the male vendor with large, unblinking eyes, expectantly. His eyes held a glint of remembrance, and slid a small, white paper cup toward you.

Your fingers reached into the small cup and grabbed the object inside. Small, oval shaped pills rested at the bottom of the paper cup.

“Ooh, those ones are best saved for the night. Don’t take ‘em all at once, either. Save ‘em.” You turned around. It was the black girl from before. “My name’s Ruth, by the way. You’re new here, right?” Ruth’s voice was sultry and teasing; her brown, chocolate eyes hid a twinkle of mischief that you could already tell made her a troublemaker. She had her own matching green pill in between her large hands. “You’ll see what I mean.”

Then, she walked right back into the cafeteria with the other girls.

The room where you slept was also occupied by the dozens of other girls in the orphanage. It had large windows with thin curtains, and stone ceilings and floors. The beds were identical with small dressers on the side of them.

Because the curtains were thin, they didn’t do much to keep the silver beams of moonlight from filtering into the room and onto the beds.

Your eyes were wide open, staring at the green pill twirling in between your fingers. You debated yourself internally for a few moments, before swallowing it in one gulp. Your eyes felt heavy with sleep, but your mind was as light as feather, swirling and swirling with thoughts. You finally cemented on one event in her day, zeroing in and latching onto it with no mercy.

The chess game with the orphanage janitor.

As the event seeped into the cracks of your skull, your eyelids slowly opened until you were faced with the dark, blank ceiling above you.

A spot appeared. Then another right beside it.

Then two more around those, and then more and more and more. They were alternating spots, some dark and some light.

You gasped, pushing herself to a seated position.

It was a chessboard.

The pieces slowly materialized on the ceiling. You could make out the distinct shapes of the king, the rook, and the many other pieces that she didn’t know the names of. You knew of the pawn, pieces with a rounded sphere as its head. Mr. Lee had taught you about them the first day she played chess with him.

“The opening,” he had called it. “Openings are the first moves of the game. Learn some.”

The pieces flickered on the board, teleporting from place to place, mimicking a real chess game.

You almost overslept for breakfast the next morning.

The teacher paused for a moment in her lecture, her hand moving automatically toward the chalk erasure. Her fingers brushed metal and her eyes saw an absent seat.

“Check.”

A piece moved.

You let out a breath.

“Checkmate.”

Mr. Lee leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his bloated stomach. He said nothing, instead pulling out a rectangular box from his back pocket.

“I know all the pieces now.” You stood up, your arms bracing yourself against the table. “And how they move.”

Again, he refused to answer. His muscled, long fingers nimbly hooked under the latch on the cigarette box. You watched as Mr. Lee lit the cigarette and turned away.

Your internal question remained unanswered.

“Tomorrow,” he finally replied. “Tomorrow, I’ll properly teach you how to play.”

Your breath hitched in excitement, “Really? You’ll teach me-”

“You should learn the Sicilian Defense,” came his gruff voice. His back remained turned on her. You stood as well, seriousness filling the gap between the two of you.

Mr. Lee finally turned.

“To tell you the truth of it, child…” His lips curved upward. “You’re astounding.”

It was the national championship. Reporters and news outlets were crawling around everywhere, shoving their microphones into every chess player’s face. Soonyoung smirked in amusement, letting his gaze drop back down onto the chessboard in front of him.

“Oh, you moved already?”

Chan huffed, “It’s been two minutes, you’re gonna run out of time at this point.”

Soonyoung chuckled, sliding a piece away from him. His aura remained confident and unsettled by Chan’s warning. “I’d be more worried about yourself, brother.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed the board. At first glance, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. All of his pieces were set in motion and Soonyoung-

His eyes snapped open. Soonyoung was already one step ahead of him. Except this step was a mile in front and already at the finish line.

“H-how did you-” he stuttered in disbelief.

Soonyoung interrupted Chan, “Next move is Anderssen’s mate.” His eyes held a small twinkle of triumph, but anyone who had played Soonyoung before knew that he was never truly surprised about the outcomes of games he played.

Chan let his head hang low in defeat. “Alright, then.” His hand reached up to knock over the long column of his King. “You win.”

A crooked grin spread across the face of the young champion.

“Don’t worry!” He smirked. “You’ll always have next time.”

You had been falling behind in math class. You hardly ever paid attention when you were in class, and when you were out, math was hardly even at the back of your mind. Mr. Lee had gifted you a book to read called Modern Chess Openings. Soon enough, you had mastered not only all of the openings in the book, but also the art of hiding a book under your desk and reading.

One day, Mr. Lee had a visitor in the basement. Another man, leaner and taller than the janitor. He was dressed formally and wore a hat.

“Beth,” Mr. Lee greeted her. “This is Mr. Choi. He’s a representative of the chess club I play at.”

You stared at the stranger, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he said, smiling. Mr. Choi was a friendly looking man, youthful too. “Would you care for a game of chess?” He took the chair next to Mr. Lee, long fingers already moving the pieces to their correct positions. His poise was confident and his eyes were shrewd. A completely different player from Mr. Lee was in front of you.

You won in three moves after the opening. Quick and precise, with no room for error. Mr. Lee looked on from the side of the table. His face showed neither surprise nor pride, but his eyebrows stayed furrowed.

“Well,” Mr. Choi raised his gaze from the board, turning his head toward the elder janitor. “She’s exactly how you described, Jihoon. I’m certainly impressed.” You waited patiently, unaware of the relationship between the two men. He turned his attention to the young girl in front of him. “(Y/N), how old are you?”

You answered mechanically, without any hesitation. You remained unfazed, an almost bored tone in your voice. “Nine years old, sir.”

Mr. Choi leaned back in his chair. “Nine years old, huh,” he echoed in disbelief. “That’s amazing. Say,” Mr. Choi reached down beside him. “(Y/N), would you be interested in competing against some other people?” He straightened himself, this time holding something in his hands. “I run a chess club at a high school near here, and I’d love to have you come play with us.”

You stared at him, shock and curiosity filling your gaping mouth. “Me?”

Mr. Choi chuckled, finally bringing up the object in his hands for her to see. “You can think about it for awhile, I’ll also be in contact with your headmistress. In the meantime, here’s a prize for your win. Nine year old girls like dolls, right?”

Your mouth refused to answer. You looked helplessly at Mr. Lee, but his gaze was fixated on the ending board pieces.

“Well then,” Mr. Choi breathed. “I’ll be off.”

You watched as he grabbed his leather briefcase and his hat, then strode straight in between the shelves and up the wooden, creaky stairs. Then, you turned your attention to the doll in front of you.

You hesitantly grabbed the plastic body, running your thumbs over the cheap polyester clothes.

Then, you promptly threw it in the trash.

The next time you saw Mr. Choi was not in the cold basement, but instead, in the headmaster’s office. The headmaster was a bitter woman with strict ideals that were brittle and unbending. You had only met her once, and you had hoped that they would never come so close again.

“Well, Miss (Y/N). Is what Mr. Choi telling me true?” Her wintry voice chilled you down to the bone, leaving your head numb and you palms overheating. Without waiting for a response, Headmaster Kim turned her attention back to Mr. Choi. “Mr. Choi, we appreciate the offer and would love for the orphanage’s many talented students to compete with others, but going to a school by herself? I worry for the child.”

Mr. Choi nods, compromising with a soft tone, “Of course, I will be with her at all times.”

“Hm,” the headmaster pondered. “I’d rather her go with another girl actually.”

He relented immediately. “Absolutely.”

The Headmaster stood up from her seat. “Well then, it’s decided. Young (Y/N) will be accompanied by a fellow student from the orphanage.”

Mr. Choi complied calmly, leaving without another comment. Quietly and rapidly just like the first time you had met him. Your nerves spread out like spindly branches of a tree, bumping against each other until it filled the entire room.

“(Y/N)?”

It was only until the Headmaster called your name that you realized your gaze had dropped to the floor.

“You’ve been playing chess in the basement, I hear.” There was a pause, and you quickly recognized that the woman expected a response. You dipped her head slightly into a nod of acknowledgement. “I must say, playing chess in the basement is highly irregular.” Your heart rate jerked upward. Would the Headmaster forbid you from playing chess? A sense of dread pricked her heart. “Ask Mr. Jun for a chess board from the game closet, I’m sure we have one or two. You can play out in the open from now on.”

A wave of relief crashed over you. “Really?”

The Headmaster dismissed you, “It’s lunch time now. Hurry back to the cafeteria, Miss (Y/N).”

You left without any refusal, your steps hurried and rushed as your shoes clicked against the cement floors.

The cafeteria had its usual vibrations of friendly chatter, and the line to the pill vendor was just as long as the day she arrived. Inching closer and closer to the vendor, you buzzed with anticipation for your daily collection of green pills.

The man slid the snow paper cup toward you, and habitually, you looked inside for the strange green pill among the scarlet ones.

It wasn’t there.

“Where’s the green pill?” you asked, bewildered.

The vendor sighed, clearly annoyed and frustrated with you. His voice was thin and gruff, an unattractive timbre. “New state laws, kid. No more tranquilizers. Now move on, more people waitin’ behind you.”

You furrowed your brow, but moved aside regardless.

That night, you counted the leftover tranquilizers you had saved up. There were only five left. You’d have to ration them and not take them frivolously.

The ceiling remained a blank canvas without its usual checkered illusion projected.

“Chess is getting kind of boring,” Soonyoung noted one day. He was 18 at the time.

Chan glared at him from his peripheral vision. “God damn it, Kwon. Maybe you need to get a life or something.”

He laughed, sweeping the plastic chess pieces off the wooden board. “Are you suggesting a get laid, or that I go on a date? Because both are well within reach.”

Chan grinned cruelly, “Like hell they are. The only thing you’ll ever love more than yourself is chess. As if a girl could even compare.”

Soonyoung rubbed at his nape sheepishly. “Maybe if she was a girl who played chess..”

“Well then you’d just see her as another bad player who couldn’t beat you.”

“Jesus, Chan. Way to make a guy feel motivated,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll just have a steamy date with my chess books instead.”

Chan huffed in annoyance and turned his attention away from the other male.

The drugs didn’t last you until the chess match and you began to feel the effects of it. Or rather, the effects of not having them. You mind would wander during class and you felt sluggish and tired. Ruth noticed.

“What’s going on, cracker? You don’t look so slick.”

It was true. Your hair was unkempt, your eyes were sunken and bruised from insomnia, and you no longer had the energy to hold up a conversation. Ruth sighed and moved closer so that your elbows were brushed up against each other. “It’s because of those green pills, ain’t it?” When you didn’t respond, Ruth huffed. “Alright then, I was gonna help you out with that by sharin’ some of mine, but if you’re gonna be so rude, then I guess I won’t!”

Your head snapped up. “You still have some?” you whispered.

Ruth smirked, her large lips parting to reveal bright white teeth. “Sure I do! Started savin’ these babies up a long time before you did.”

“Can I have some?” you hesitantly asked, your voice was low and soft. It was only a day before the chess game with the high school team and you were slowly going psychotic without the tranquilizers’ help.

Ruth denied you a verbal cue and instead, moved closer to slip two pills into your dress’s pocket.

It was your first time leaving the orphanage ever since you entered through the black, metal gates. Thus, when you, accompanied by Jamie Park, ambled through the high school halls, along with Mr. Choi, you were noticeably a little startled. It was noisy, crowded and ever so chaotic. Kids of all sizes were ravaging the school, lockers were haphazardly open and some closed, there was no sense of the eerie order at the Methuen Home orphanage.

You found that you didn’t mind the disarray much after all.

Mr. Choi led the duo into an empty classroom filled with desks that had been arranged into a circle. Only a few kids lingered in the room. You could count the amount of girls with your fingers. He directed you and Jamie toward the edge of the room.

The pair watched as student after student filed into the room in a steady stream of people, like tap water flowing out until only the last few drops fell.

Mr. Choi stood in the middle of the classroom and spread his arms dramatically. “Welcome, everyone! Today we have a very special guest,” he announced. Mr. Choi motioned toward you. Feeling compelled, you shyly stood and walked forward. “This is Miss (Y/N). You all will be playing a simultaneous against her!” He paused. “Please take your places.”

The students shuffled amongst themselves, the sound of feet thundering crescendo-ed until all of the seats were filled. You looked around at all of the male students seated in front of chess boards, a somber expression pasted on each of their faces. Some even had smirks. You looked up at Mr. Choi, who had a smile on his face.

“Mr. Choi?” you questioned.��

He nodded, ushering toward the first board from clockwise motion.

You stepped forward in front of the first board and looked down at the colored pieces in front of her. You took a deep breath, then moved the first piece.

It took only eighty minutes to win every single board, even the high school’s best chess player.

When you returned to Methuen, you first celebrated with Mr. Lee. The janitor had prepared a small treat for you when you returned. To the normal eye, Mr. Lee looked neutral and maybe even a little irritated, but to you, the pride in his eyes were as clear as the squares on the chessboard.

“Honestly, I was most surprised about how bad they are. I mean, they made the most basic mistakes.” You paused to swallow a lump of dark chocolate. “Doubled pawns, queen trades, all of that. It was honestly kinda embarrassing to play against them.”

Mr. Lee didn’t interject your rant, watching as brown spread across your lips to your cheeks. He handed you a napkin and stayed quiet.

“Well,” you stood up, straightening our your skirt. “I’m off now.” The janitor nodded, eyes fixated on the chess pieces on the board as if they were moving by themselves. You looked down at the board and a question naturally floated to the top of her mind. “When’re you going to teach me end game, Mr. Lee?”

Mr. Lee looked up at the nine year old.

“Soon.”

Soonyoung was only 10 when he won his state championship. He won the country’s championship when he was 14.

He lost it when he was 23.

You ran out of the green pills in a day after the chess tournament. Once again, your body was thrown into withdrawal. It felt like a constant yearning for water. Every single day your gaze would linger on the glass jugs of pills behind the windowed divider. It became tantalizing. Each night you would salivate at the thought of breaking in and shoveling those pills into your mouth. It was a heavenly dream that nudged you closer and closer to reality.

It was during class that you found herself passing the open door of the cafeteria. The cafeteria room was a desert and the oasis was straight in front of your very own eyes. Self-control was a feeble wall that disintegrated under the wave of pent up yearning.

Your fingers trembled as you undid the lock, yanking it off and sliding over the divider. It was too easy.

Your heart pounded against the confines of her chest. The adrenaline rushed through your veins and your vision quickly became dizzy.

The second your fingers reached the pills, you were gone.

All those nights of dreams finally came true. You couldn’t even stop her hands from shoveling those pills into your mouth.

You couldn’t even stop as your fingers twitched on the ground, your body pressed against the cold tile floor.

“Rumor has it you were drunk while playing Minghao.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I was sober anyway.”

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kpop-cakepops · 4 years

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Write about reading a book on a sunny day with a Seventeen member! It's really unspecific sorry, but there's a new quillstarters challenge, and I thought that it would be great for that!! good luck uwu

Thank you for the request! So I've chosen Wonwoo for this one because you truly can't spell "book" without Wonwoo lol. Hope you like it!

GENRE: fluff

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,654

Summary: Realizing you’re in love with your best friend can simply take a couple of flashbacks, a bit of nice weather, and a book.

quillstarters challenge no.6 ( @quillstarters )

Gleaming.

He was gleaming as he sat under the sole tree that decorated the backyard of your new house. He was your best friend of years, and you weren't sure if it was thanks to the way the sun's glare bounced off his skin, or if it was the way his round glasses slowly slipped down the bridge of his nose only to be pushed back into position, whatever it may be, the boy that you teased for being dull and sometimes boring, was suddenly gleaming.

He was very unaware of your presence as he flipped the page of whatever western philosophy book he'd picked up now. Funny enough you'd met under a clouded sky and rain, and yet even then, there had been a philosophy book wedged under his arm.

~ ~ ~

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies" the cold rain was no longer pelting on your crouched body causing you to look up at whoever had sheltered you through your bloodshot eyes.

"What?" You managed to ask.

"It's Aristotle" he shrugged before crouching down beside you. His umbrella covering the both of you as you stared at the wet street before you. The same street your boyfriend... or should I say, ex boyfriend, had just walked away from.

"Who the hell is that?"

A small smile appeared on his lips as he turned to face you. It suddenly dawned on you that you weren't in the best position to act sassy towards a stranger that had been kind enough to shelter you after being embarrassingly dumped. "Not important." The stranger retaliated before looking back towards the street. "What I'm trying to say is that he might just not be the other half of your soul"

With those last words he handed you his umbrella, stood, and rushed for the coffee shop that you'd just been dumped in.

Finding the kind stranger after that required a lot of your efforts. You suddenly wanted to give him his umbrella back and tell him that you did know who Aristotle was, and most of all, you wanted to thank him for having been nice enough to save you from yourself that day.

It was after a month of showing up to that coffee shop and repeatedly missing him that you finally managed to meet him again. His gaze had lifted almost automatically as you entered the place, both your gazes meeting and a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips. He gave you a small half smile before returning to his book, only then did you realize you were still standing at the door of the shop and it would be very weird if you didn't order something. So that's exactly what you did. Once you placed your order, the girl at the counter nodded over to the kind stranger and grinned proudly. "I told him you'd been looking for him, he's been waiting since 11"

Your cheeks flamed as you took your drink and sped towards the table furthest away from him. Why would she tell him you were looking for him?! He probably thought you were a stalker and a weirdo and probably only waited for you so he could tell you to stop looking for-

"That looks like sugar with coffee more than it does like coffee with sugar"

You froze in your spot and realized that you'd been emptying packet after packet after packet of sugar into your coffee and had gotten caught in the act by the same stranger you'd been looking for for a month now. "Uh... I like my coffee sweet" you lied.

He scoffed slightly and sat down across from you. "I'm guessing that's my umbrella?" He asked.

You nodded quickly and pushed it towards him. "Thank you for your kindness."

"No proble-"

"And I do know who Aristotle is." You blurted right after, earning yourself a deep laugh from the guy sat across from you.

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The memory brought a smile to your face and you found yourself walking over to the book worm that you called your best friend. “Hey” you greeted as you took a seat beside him. He turned his attention over to you and smiled warmly. “Do you remember how we met?” you asked as a soft breeze blew at the pages of the book in his hands.

His brows furrowed as he thought back, face lighting up only seconds later. “Why so suddenly?” He questioned.

You shrugged and rested your head on his shoulder. The sun’s glare catching your attention again. You wondered if you gleamed the same way he did. Both of you allowed yourselves a moment of silence before he broke it.

“I think I have a better memory of the night I met the real you” voice low and teasing as he stretched his arm before him. Your mouth shaped itself into a reminiscent ‘o’ at the sight of the “apology” bracelet you had gifted him after that night.

~ ~ ~

”I hate her.” you murmured into the sleeves of your sweater. “I don’t get why she would come back after so many years.”

Wonwoo had been silent as you poured your heart out to him bitterly. After spending nearly all of your life alone, struggling with your depressed father, your mother had reappeared and suddenly wanted to “reconnect”? And your father was encouraging it? You didn’t understand. Was the burning feeling of betrayal not something you and he shared for the decades spent without the woman?

Your throat was twisted in painful knots as you tried your best not to cry in front of the guy that you’d looked up to for the past year. Yet it was hard.

Wonwoo, ever the level headed bastard, sighed before speaking up calmly, “ To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it...”

You looked over at him and rolled your eyes at him causing for the tears you’d wanted to hold back to roll down your cheeks. “Are you being serious right now?” you smacked at his arm.

“...is what Confucius would have said!” he exclaimed rubbing at his arm.

“I don’t care what some dead man has to say about my situation Wonwoo... this is real. I am in actual pain. I don’t want to see her because every time I do, I see my face in hers. She’s everything I hate, yet I’m such a part of her and she’s such a part of me.... it makes me hate myself. It makes me wonder if I’m going to be the same as her in a few years” You hug your knees to your chest finally allowing yourself to cry wholeheartedly.

Wonwoo moved his gaze away from you and stared up at the starry night that sheltered you both this time. His hands nervously picked at the corners of the thick book in his hands. He had never seen you cry, not once for the year of friendship you’d both experienced. However, the moment tears rolled down your cheeks he decided it was something he hated, but something only he wanted to see. “Comfort comes in all shapes and sizes and I’m glad you’ve chosen this mere case of a human to trust in.” He said continuing to stare up at the sky after letting you sob for a few minutes.

“Was this Plato?” you sarcastically asked between sniffles.

“No... that was Jeon Wonwoo.” He stated looking back at you. “If you ever need to cry about your mom, about your dad, about your ex, about the food you had for lunch, I hope you continue to come to me.”

Your mouth fell agape as you took in the silver glow of his face under the moonlight. That was the first time your heart skipped a beat for your best friend. The first of hundreds.

~ ~ ~

“You’re being weirdly quiet. Penny for your thoughts” murmured Wonwoo bringing you back to the present.

Ah, right. It was no longer dull and raining... It also wasn’t a cold silver night.... the present was sunny. The present was warm and breezy and Wonwoo was gleaming, his dark eyes back on his book, but his ears were ready to listen to whatever it was that was weighing down on your heart.

You sat up straight and looked over at him. Your sudden movement catching his attention, making his eyes meet yours in less than a split second. The same split second it took for you to make up your mind. “I found it” You confess.

He stared at you quizzically, a brow raised. “You’ve found what?” he asks.

Your lips press themselves against his soft ones in the briefest of kisses. For the first time since you met him, Wonwoo looks taken a back. A soft pink taking over the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “I’ve found the other half of my soul” you finish your confession. His eyes immediately light up remembering what he had told you the day you’d met.

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies" he repeated the words causing a chill to run through you. A smile painted itself on his lips before he took hold of your face and returned the kiss you had so blatantly stolen from him.

“It’s Aristotle” you added causing him to laugh softly.

“The one you know really well?” he teased.

“That one” you agreed.

Before you knew it, you were back to doing nothing. Wonwoo’s attention was set on his book once again, your hands interlaced, and all you could think of was how beautiful everything was. You met him in the rain, fell in love on a random night, and chose him as your other half on a sunny day, a love whose sole representation was a book. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the thought of it.

(Talk about getting carried away!!!!! lol, I ended up writing it all)

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chamelis · 4 years

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feels like love.

member: kwon soonyoung

w/c: 637

genre: fluff, best friends-to-lovers i suppose? emphasis on the former part.

warnings: none except heavy and perhaps cringy reference to a classic romance novel teehee

m.list for other stuff I've written!

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There is a certain tranquillity that you’ve been feeling recently, and you have a hard time describing it to your best friend, who currently lies beside you.

It feels like a stage of existence between being awake and being asleep. It isn’t as careless as the phrase ‘dozing off’ suggests, and it isn’t as wavering as drifting in and out of a slumber. There’s no pushing or pulling, no back and forth, no heavy eyelids trying to resist being dragged open by negligent voices or bright lights.

Rather, it’s the sensation of stroking a soft, warm cat’s back; feeling the low, almost undetectable purr of pleasure that it breathes out. It’s the feeling of standing in a silent kitchen and pouring a carton of milk, letting the last drops join the rest of the drink as the liquid just about fits inside the glass. It’s the sight of two strangers on the park bench a hundred meters away from your apartment window, unable to control their laughter for reasons you’ll probably never know nor need to find out.

In this tranquil stage of existence is where you currently reside, nestled into a soft blanket with Soonyoung reading beside you, an assortment of your favourite summer reads laid out behind you. “I’m telling you, romance in the sunshine is simply exquisite,” you’d told him this morning, referring to your favourite genre. He’d teased you for being a nerd, while secretly blushing at the thought of romance bubbling between you and him, rather than between the pages of Pride and Prejudice.

Soonyoung reads the words of Jane Austen as if he is verbalising a philosophical thought. The rise and fall of his mellow tone feels unlike a narration, and more like a stream of inner consciousness. Listening to his words feels intimate, like the sharing of a secret, something you're lucky to be the recipient of.

“’To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love’.” Soonyoung reads the line as if it were his own hypothesis before going silent for a moment.

“Why did you stop?” You mutter, your tranquil momentarily disturbed by the loss of his dulcet voice.

“I’m just… thinking about that line. I like it.” You open your eyes at this, and the sun seems dull beside the brightness of Soonyoung’s face. Your best friend enjoying one of your favourite novels makes your heart throb more than you’d like to admit.

"I'm glad," you smile. “I like it too. There’s quite a few lines in this book that I love.”

“Like?”

“Like…” Your eyes wander to the white clouds above you, their shapes glowing against a bright blue expanse.

Not yet known to you, Soonyoung sees the same glow in your irises, and a warm serenity consumes him as he waits for you to speak, now fully aware that he is in love with you.

“Oh, like this one: ‘There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.’” You recollect as Soonyoung smiles at the thoughtfulness emanated by your voice.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out without meaning to, making you giggle.

“I’m just quoting a book, it’s nothing special,” you laugh, the compliment making your cheeks warm.

"It definitely is. I mean, when you talk about the things you love. It’s one of the nicest things to listen to. It feels like you’re sharing a secret, like I’m lucky that I get to listen to you,” he confesses, nestling into his elbow. And the gentle smile on his face makes you realise, along with his words, that you only feel that tranquillity when you’re with him. Maybe you’ve been struggling to explain it because you hadn’t noticed that it feels like love.

☆.*☆°*☆.*☆ °☆.*☆° ☆.*☆ °☆.*☆°

a/n: writing this was really fun as i let myself focus on the general mood of the piece than the pacing. thank you anon for requesting this particular prompt, and to the lovely admins of @quillstarters for this challenge!

#quillstarters entry #quillstarters-entry #seventeen hoshi #hoshi #svt hoshi #hoshi scenarios #hoshi seventeen #hoshi svt #soonyoung #soonyoung scenarios #kwon hoshi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi fic #hoshi fluff #hoshi x reader #writing #mine #horang aegi

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sooibian · 4 years

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Deviant

Quillstarters Challenge No 3: Kyungsoo (requested by anon)

Warnings: Smutty themes, mentions of blood and violence

Word Count: ~ 500

gif credit aminoapps

The silence that had reigned in the house, oh so peaceful, was suddenly disturbed by the door colliding with the wall in a loud bang that startled you. Straightening up, your wide eyes crossed those of the newcomer.

Shit.

He was not supposed to be here.

A disheveled and drenched Doh Kyungsoo’s eyes bore into your soul as an ungodly smirk tugged at his full, bloodied lips. He ran the blunt edge of the dagger over the open gash across his right eyebrow - the one he never let heal - the one that kept the desire for revenge burning in the pit of his stomach.

With every painfully slow step he took towards you, you took a step back towards the drawer in which your loaded 9mm Parabellum sat ready to be fired. Only if you make it in time…. The sudden loud clap of thunder almost made you jump but you somehow managed to hold an alert stance.

“Tsk, tsk”, he mocked, “you let your guard down… you thought i’d never find you. I had promised you, Detective. I had promised that my dagger would find that sweet slender neck of yours.”

He exhaled sharply licking the blood off his lower lip as his gaze lingered on the little cactus tattoo that peeked through your low cut, wine colored cami dress.

“Look at you all dressed up. Hope I’m not keeping you from your date, Detective! Hell, had you not arrested me, I would have definitely asked you out myself. But I am an optimist, Detective. I have a higher purpose, if you will. I think the world can do with one less haughty woman. Too bad blood is going to be the ruin of this pretty little dress you have on”, his face contorted into a ghastly smile as his body met yours, pressing you against the wall. His one hand tightened around your waist and the other lightly traced the outline of your crimson lips with the dagger.

Your hand gradually moved towards the handle of the drawer as you tried to distract him, “The Great Mafia Leader Doh Kyungsoo”, you spat, “here without our minions, are we?” Your eyes grew wide in horror as you found your hand groping around an empty drawer.

“Soo, where’s the damn water gun!”, you exclaim.

“Baby, how could you forget? The gun was your responsibility! I did my part with the dagger”, he pulled away from you putting his hands on his hips in mild annoyance.

“You call that a dagger? Do you know how difficult it was for me to maintain character with this stupid butter knife pointed at me?”

“Hey! Safety first!”

“Bo-ring!”, you rolled your eyes walking away from him.

His hand firmly gripped your wrist and he pinned you against the wall in one swift movement. “Screw roleplay!” he attacked your lips with his.

You were in for a long night.

#quillstarters-entry #quillstarters entry #exo smut #kyungsoo smut #exosnet #exo fluff #kyungsoo fluff #exo blurbs #kyungsoo blurbs #exo drabbles #kyungsoo drabbles #exo oneshot #kyungsoo oneshot #exo kyungsoo #doh Kyungsoo #do kyungsoo

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pleom · 4 years

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bang chan + break up + “tears”

the cafeteria buzzed softly with life. people came and went, with and without food, fries, or salads of all kinds. many came just to sit, to people-watch, and hang out. your time was running low, leaving you with only a moment’s peace with your boyfriend.

conversation was light, just up until chan shoved a fry into his mouth and revealed: “jinyoung says we should break up.”

unimpressed, is the word you would use to describe chan’s expression. his eyes wandered away from yours, to the people lining the windows, the cars swerving in and out of lane, but never at you. your mouth grew dry, suddenly filled with the saltiness of your plate. your cup barely rinsed away the cotton lining your inner cheeks. with nothing else to say (nothing you can say), you raised an eyebrow, urging chan to continue.

“said our emotions are meddling with our work,” he shrugged. “ought to be grading the wrong papers, don’t you think?” his eyes finally met yours. “i’ve been making more songs than i’ve ever been. i don’t think he understands the meaning of ‘meddlesome.’”

you looked down at your plate, a bit too self-conscious with a guilty conscience to afford yourself the pleasure of eating. your appetite went stale, anyway.

“so…” you began, “is this our goodbye? why don’t you sound more upset about this?”

chan’s fingers reached across the table for yours. he brought your gaze up and held you in his. his eyes spoke of warmth, an untold promise resembling a blanket folded and hidden inside a wrapped and concealed gift. he sat upright, fingers still clasped over yours, inhaled, then leaned closer.

“like i said, he doesn’t understand the word ‘meddlesome.’ if he thinks a break-up will help me, he’s got another thing coming,”

you blinked. “but isn’t that against the ru-”

“oh, we’ll break up. in front of them,” chan said, a sly smile stretched over hsi lips. “and they’ll face the consequences, not us.”

the dots started connecting themselves. you blinked once more, sharing a knowing grin with your boy(or-not-so)friend. you could picture it then–a moody chan, songs of a mocking nature, depressed, angry and vengeful all in one. and they were all just concepts, worn over what was true and genuine–the love shared between you.

he’d go against their wishes in more ways than one.

chan was a fighter, and a lover.

you understood it now.

“yeah, we’ll break up.”

tagging @quillstarters for now,,,

this is cringe this was gonna go a different way but then i wrote ‘cafeteria’ and was locked into this plotline 🥴

#quillstarters-entry #bang chan #stray kids scenarios #bang chan scenarios #skz scenarios #bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan angst #stray kids angst #skz angst #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #anonymous #.query

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quillstarters · 4 years

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challenge n°5 !!!

your followers will have to send you through asks an idol name + an au. with those, write the summary of an imaginary fic and an excerpt from it. who knows? maybe you will want to continue one of them?

(remember to tag your entries with the hashtag “quillstarters-entry”)

#ikon imagines #day6 imagines #exo imagines #kpop fic #ateez imagines #quillstarters-entry #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #red velvet #astro imagines #bts imagines #kpop writing games #got7 imagines #stray kids imagines #seventeen imagines #challenges #challenge

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daybreakx · 4 years

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okay! so for the challenge ask: ateez yeosang, confessions, "I like you"

Yeosang felt like a fool.

He sat there in front of you, all too quiet, all too angry, listening to whatever you had done that day with Wooyoung. It had been a date, everything about it sounded like a date and it was killing him, because he wanted to have a date with you but was too shy to even ask, and even more scared to confess his true feelings for you.

“Cool” he addressed dryly, taking a sip of the coffee in front of him, the bitterness of it augmented due his bad mood.

You squinted his face, looking for a sign of what was actually going through his head but not getting anything in return. “What is it?”

“What is what?” Yeosang raised both eyebrows, scanning your face this time.

“What is it that’s making you angry, yeosang?”

“I’m- I’m not angry” he stuttered “I just...I didn’t come here to hear you talk about Wooyoung all the time. I bet you don’t talk about me with him”

“Actually, I do...” you frowned, staring right into his eyes a smirk appeared on your face “wait, are you jealous?”

“What? No” he was quick to respond, embarassment threatening to creep up his cheeks.

“You don’t have to be jealous, Yeosang! My feelings for you won’t change for—”

“That’s exactly it” Yeosang cut you off, annoyance clouding his judgement and making him go on a confession cascade, “I have feelings for you. The kind of feelings That make me jealous when you go out with someone else because I want you to go out with me, to date me, and not listen to—” he stopped as clarity slowly came back to him as well as mortification.

“You want to date me?” you recited back slowly “Why didn’t you say that before?”

“I– well, I don’t think you’d like to... ngh”

“Well ask me, then” the smirk made your lips curve again “Ask me to date you and you’ll find out”

Yeosang sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and then staring at you with a timid gaze. “Would you like to date me, y/n?”

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127-mile · 4 years

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taeyong + proposing + "ring"

“We should get married.” Taeyong said.

You rolled your eyes, you should have expected it.

“You cannot ask me to marry you every time we go to one of our friend’s wedding Taeyong.”

Through the mirror you saw him shrug slightly before rising from his sit. He was not looking at you too busy untying the tie that had been suffocating him for the entire day.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to do it every time if you understood how serious I am.” He uttered.

You turned around, frowning.

“But are you ? Are you serious every time you ask me ?”

Taeyong seemed annoyed at your question but he didn’t say anything at first. He helped you with the zip of your dress and finally looked at your reflection.

“Of course I am ! I am not stupid enough to mess with something as serious as marriage.”

He was pouting, face lowered and fingers wandering on the skin of your back.

“I really want to marry you.” He said in a low voice. “Spending the rest of my life with you is what I want the most.”

You turned around wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Come on, look at me.”

It took a whine from you for Taeyong’s eyes to finally meet yours.

“I want to marry you, Taeyong. It would be an honor to be your wife, to spend the rest of my days with you by my side.”

The surprise could be seen on his face at your sudden confession. He thought that maybe you didn’t want to marry him as you never answered any of his proposals.

“Wait, what ? Really ? B-but I don’t have anything..”

It was funny how quickly Taeyong’s set of mind changed. He was totally unsure now, quite the opposite of what he had shown earlier.

“I don’t care about that. All I care about is being with you. So go ahead, ask me.”

Taeyong shook is head and took a step back. He didn’t waste a minute to put a knee on the ground, your hand in his.

“Y/n would you like to make me the happiest man by agreeing to become my wife ?” He asked in a shaky voice.“Yes ! Yes, I would love to.”

#quillstarters-entry #nct #nct imagines #taeyong imagines #nct scenarios #i admit i chose the easiest of the requests I received for the challenge lmao

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bangteen · 4 years

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haha... what if... for the challenge... u did a lee felix valentine’s day concept... but without ever mentioning the word valentine.. ahaha... 👉👈

a/n: hi!!! This idea is honestly so cute!! Thank you so much for sending this in and partipating!! I hope you like it!!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

[2:08 PM]

February 14. A special day filled with roses and chocolate, chocolate and kisses, kisses and love...

You excitedly knocked on the door of the boys’ dorm, waiting for your boyfriend to answer.

When the door finally opened to reveal your cheerful boyfriend, you shouted, “happy Va—“

“Wait! Shhh! Not here!” he interrupted you with a whisper-shout.

“What? Why—?” You were quickly dragged out of the dorm by Felix, curious as to why he was acting this way.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked, concerned, as he continued to pull you by the wrist until you were far enough away from the dorm.

“Felix, please tell me what’s goin—“

Before you could finish your sentence, he immediately pulled you closer by the waist, your lips quickly meeting his. You melted under his delicate touch, your hands absentmindedly circling around his neck, pulling him even closer to deepen the kiss further. After a while, he pulled back slightly with a small smile.

“Happy Val—“

“What are you guys doing?!” You heard Jeongin scream from only a few feet away, causing you both to quickly pull back with wide eyes and flustered faces. You two watched as Chan came running out to check what was wrong.

“Hey! You two! I thought we agreed that you would keep it PG around here! There’s kids watching!” He said, protectively hugging Jeongin whose pout transitioned into a smirk once his face was out of Chan’s view.

The two of them turned around swiftly to make their way back inside. You and Felix turned to look at each other and laughed quietly before he leaned in to peck your lips one last time—

“I said keep it PG!”

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milkhyuun · 4 years

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renjunrejunrenjunrenjunrejunrejunrenjun

a/n: this prompt is like over a month old but i have no other content to post I’M SORRY lmao so here we go

[5:22 pm]— the silence that had reigned in the house, oh so peaceful, was suddenly disturbed by the door colliding with the wall in a loud bang that startled you. straightening up, your wide eyes crossed those of the newcomer.

shit.

he was not supposed to be here.

the noise created by the door echoes loudly throughout the room, and both you and the newcomer freeze in anticipation. you glance around the abandoned room, gun poised in defense and ears trained for any scuffle. when nothing stirs, you snap your head back to the guilty figure and hiss at him in a whisper, “renjun! what are you doing here?”

“s-sorry,” renjun whispers back. his eyes are apologetic and shining, and the gun in his hand trembles slightly. “i didn’t mean to do that.”

you survey the room again. it was eerily empty in the familiar living room, besides for some trashed furniture and a few old belongings scattered around the floor. tables are overturned and the windows are nothing but jagged pieces of glass. there’s a mysterious dark stain on the couch, trailing all the way to the sliding door on the other side of the room.

after you confirm that nothing would surprise you two, you approach renjun. “i told you to stay outside.” you release one of your hands from your gun, which had been clenching it in apprehension. it moves to gently clasp renjun’s hand, fingers looping loosely around his wrist. you feel him visibly relax. he lowers his gun.

“i know, but,” he looks up at you, pleadingly, almost. “he was my friend too, y/n.” you gulp and tear your eyes away from his, which had been boring into yours with earnest. you forced yourself to look away, careful not to lose yourself in vulnerability. softness was not an option in a world like this.

renjun brings one hand to the back of his neck, rubbing anxiously. “and the outside of the house brings back… memories.” he stops himself from calling them “bad” memories. because they weren’t bad, they never were. never with donghyuck. renjun desperately tries to usher donghyuck’s smiling face out of his head.

“but, renjun, we don’t know…” you pause to look around the room, the room in donghyuck’s house, again, this time with your heart aching. you try to remember the last time you had been in here. you vaguely remember it: a night with the three of you huddled together around a game board, the only concerns at that time being whether or not the brownie recipe you guys used would work. that night felt so long ago, so many worlds away. you bite your trembling lip to stop the tear that threatens to spill out of your eye. “we don’t know if we’ll find him in here. and… and if we do…” you trail off.

“but that’s why, y/n.” he places a hand on your shoulder and clutches it, not harshly, but in a way as if to keep you afloat, to keep you from drifting. renjun needs you there next to him more than anything at the moment. “if you find something in here that, maybe, just maybe, we’re bound to find, i don’t want you to be facing it alone. i would never, ever leave your side. i promised myself that. i promised hyuck that.”

“renjun,” you start, but your voice cracks, and your words spill out in whispers so quiet they barely reach the air. you let yourself start to cry, and the stony grit you had tried to demonstrate earlier tumbles apart. “i’m scared.”

“me too,” renjun replies softly. he brings your head to rest on his shoulder, caressing your hair softly. “me too.”

#quillstarters-entry #renjun #nct #renjun angst #nct angst #renjun imagines #nct imagines #renjun timestamps #nct timestamps #ts: hrj angst #request #hyucksong #THIS IS SO BAD sdkhjskf sorry

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love-dreams · 4 years

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pairing: minghao/reader | thriller

content: mermaid/siren!minghao, implicit character death, drowning, sailing

quillstarters halloween challenge day 4: she/he gasped for breath, breaking over the waves, just to see a dark shadow flitting in the water. then, the flickering of light shining off aquamarine scales. she/he heaved again, trying in vain to paddle away. finally, there was the voice. “aw, poor little human, what are you doing? trying to escape...”

wc: 822

a voyage across the seas.

escaping across a small strip of ocean.

your family and you needed to leave your homeland to escape the danger persecution from the raging mobs and gangs present there. it all sounded so simple in your head. when looking at the maps in front of you, it seemed the most logical to escape by this route.

your family had foolishly, stupidly decided to take a short cut along with several other naive families.

your neighbors had warned your family about this particular waterway. how no merchant or sailor ever made it back.

you and your family had laughed it off, paying no attention to the town’s folklore.

that was obviously the greatest mistake of all of your lives.

the voyage started off calm. the soft rocking of the boat helped calm your nerves as your father and multiple other men let the sails catch wind.

your mother and your younger brother stayed up on the deck with some other voyagers. people who were in the same boat (no pun intended) as your family. surprisingly, there were many other families just like yours.

“y/n, why don’t you go upstairs and enjoy the salty air? it’s a beautiful day outside.”

you looked up from your book to come face to face with your father. he had a beaming smile on his face and his hair was rustled messily by what you assumed was the strong ocean winds.

you shook your head, a small smile sneaking onto your face. “no thanks, dad. it’s comfortable here.”

he straightened up, sighing, “alright. you stay down here then, don’t go exploring where i can’t find you. i’ll be with your mom and brother.” he took one last glance at your seated form before closing the door behind him.

you let out a small breath of relief and turned your attention back to the pages open in front of you.

up above, you could hear the impact of soles on the wooden deck and the muted sound of voices and laughter. the more you listened, the more compelled you felt to join them up there.

you shook your head, dipping your conscience back into the inked text. “after this book,” you vowed.

it must’ve been hours you spent, under the deck of the boat, turning page after page. you were so engrossed in your book that you could ignore the grumbling of your stomach. the world around you faded away as the world inside the inked words surrounded you.

when you finally turned the last page, the back cover resting nicely against the pages, you leaped up to your feet, pushing open the door and hopping up the stairs.

“dad?” you called, “is dinner ready yet?”

when you reached the last step, your breath hitched.

no one was there.

the deck was clean of people. not a single member of your family was visible.

“dad?” you called again, a hint of desperation seeping into your voice. “mom? brother?”

no one answered.

you walked out onto the deck. the air was cooler than downstairs, with none of the strong winds blowing. instead, it was humid, and a misty fog was starting to settle in. it didn’t seem like there was anyone steering the boat since it was just mindlessly drifting.

you started to panic, running around the deck, calling your brother and your parents’ names. you ran down to the lower deck and back up, hoping to find anyone on the ship, but it was like they had vanished.

the fog was getting steadily thicker, its tendrils sneaking onto the deck of the ship. the wooden sails creaked and groaned, and the hull was scratching against something at the beneath the water.

you jolted, suddenly the ship had hit something. its motion stopped abruptly, the fog clearing away slightly from jarring motion.

it showed you the shoreline of an island.

your breath hitched in your throat as relief settled back into your system.

“hello?” you yelled out, hoping for anyone to answer.

then, you heard it.

that sweet, honey voice.

your eyes widened as a shadow appeared in the midst of the fog. your heartbeat picked up, a sense of relief washing over you once more.

“do you know where we are?” you questioned.

the shadow refused to answer. instead, it was getting closer to the ship.

the melodic voice rang out again, singing an unfamiliar tune. this time you responded back.

“excuse me! me and my family were on a voyage across the..”

your voice died out in your throat. your throat choked up, and your body tensed itself.

he had finally shown himself. a tall, lanky build with a beautiful magical voice.

but all you could notice was the piles of bodies stacked around him like walls.

“hello, human. my name is minghao...

..not that you’ll remember after this.”

with a voice of the angels, he lured every single one of you off.

#caratwritersclub #quillstarters-entry #the8/reader #seventeen/reader #minghao/reader #seventeen the8 #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #the8 imagines #the8 scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #svt fluff #svt angst #g:seventeen #m:the8

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blossom-hwa · 4 years

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chan + office au

quillstarters challenge #5 - your followers will have to send you through asks an idol name + an au. with those, write the summary of an imaginary fic and an excerpt from it. who knows? maybe you will want to continue one of them?

Stop tapping into my Chan feels it’s not good for the baby (the baby is me)

Imagine Chan as the CEO of the company you work at and you’re the head of one of his long-time software projects. You’ve been with Chan since the start - he found you fresh out of university, him fresh out of business school. That first day you met him, he’d bumped into you with a full cup of scalding hot coffee on the street. That resulted in a sleep-deprived and mortified Chan apologizing to you and you trying to go on your way to get changed because god damn it, you have an interview in less than half an hour and you cannot go in this coffee-stained shirt -

Long story short, you didn’t get the job, but you did get Chan’s number. He found out you were a CS major and offered to hire you at his start-up. Several years later, the business is booming, and Chan’s fallen head over heels for you. Every day when you walk into the office, a cup of coffee waits at your desk with a little note from Chan to start the day. And every night, you bring him a Tupperware of home-cooked food because he cannot cook and would eat takeout every day and every night if you didn’t stop him.

Everyone is both in love with and disgusted by how ridiculously domestic the two of you are, even in the office. But even though secretary Minho and receptionist Jisung keep egging you on, you’re too chicken to confess to each other until a business dinner comes up and Chan decides to ask you to go as his plus one.

He’s stuttering. He’s stuttering and sounds like an idiot and he knows it, but his mouth can’t form proper words right now. Not when you look so beautiful in your elegant gown under the bright chandelier lights.

“I…” Chan swallows hard. “I didn’t ask you here just as a friend, you know.”

Maybe he’s imagining the red flush on your cheeks, but he really hope he isn’t. A small flower of hope blooms in his chest.

“I asked you here because I really like you. Love you, actually. I’ve loved you for so long, I think Minho’s gotten sick of me and my lovesick ass and he probably wants to quit soon but um, yeah, I think I’ve been in love with you since the first day you walked in with that Tupperware of fried rice and - hurk -”

He chokes on his words as his tie is yanked forward and he has just enough time to see your sparkling eyes and blushing cheeks before you press your lips against his into the kiss that he’s been dreaming of for years.

#quillstarters-entry #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #chan #3racha #kpop #fluff #drabble #inspo #scriptura-delirus

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jungwooisms · 4 years

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johnny for n°3 🌸

quillstarter entry no. 3//~500 words//fluff!

The silence that had reigned in the house, oh so peaceful, was suddenly disturbed by the door colliding with the wall in a loud bang that startled you. Straightening up, your wide eyes crossed those of the newcomer.

Shit.

He was not supposed to be here.

A quiet that permeated the air as you were caught red-handed, scissors in your grasp as you sat cross-legged on the bed. Eyes locked on one another you feel a nervous chill of perspiration climb its way down the back of your neck, when Johnny breaks his gaze away from you, you jump in front of the mish-mash of items strewn upon your bed in hopes to block his view of them. Scissors dropped onto the hardwood floor with a startling clatter, his quizzical gaze turned back to you, confused smile present, “Should I have called?”

“Oh, no” wishing yourself a tidier person as he could most definitely see the wrapping paper littered around the floor and ribbon atop the bed. “I’m not really doing anything.”

“Really?” Eyebrow piqued, “It looks like you’re doing something.” A shift on his toes as he tries to peer over your shoulder and onto the bed.

“Nope,” You hop to your feet and rush over to him, flailing your arms in the air to suppress any notion that he could get past you. Once you’re standing in front of him you press your hands to his chest and gently push him out into the hallway. “How was work?” Question asked once you’d shut the door behind you and you begin to walk towards the kitchen, making sure that Johnny was in the lead.

“Boring as always,” Gentle laugh as he leans up against one of the counters as you move to the fridge to pull out one of the cartons of banana milk you kept stowed away in the corner of the top shelf. “I think Mark, that new intern I was telling you about, almost quit on the spot when Taeyong told him he’d have to stay late because he filled out some paperwork all wrong. Can’t blame him though, it looked hellish.” You pop the plastic straw out of its cover and poke it into the box, upon hearing this Johnny pipes up again, “Mind getting me one?”

“Sure,” You nod and lean back into the still open fridge to grab him one. Once you realize that he, in fact, did not like your oh-so coveted treat you close the door with a slam to see him gone and hear the door of your bedroom open with a loud creak.

“Johnny Seo you’re such an asshole!” Racing down the hall and into your bedroom, where you see him holding the present in his hands. “This was supposed to be a surprise!”

“What’s this,” hands moving the box to peer through the unfinished wrapping, “A camera?”

Sigh escaping you as you move over to his side, “It was supposed to be a birthday present, but it got put on backorder and arrived late. So, happy belated birthday?”

Smile on his lips as he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, “Thank you,” a kiss to your cheek before he returns his attention to the box in hand, “I love it.”

#quillstarters-entry #cznnet #neowritingsnet #nct 127 #nct fluff #nct johnny #johnny fluff #nct scenarios #this is mad late oops

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sooibian · 4 years

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Wedding Crashers

Quillstarters Entry No 3 : Chanyeol (requested by anon) features the rest of EXO

Warnings: Mentions of violence

Word Count ~ 550

gif from Tenor

Shit.

He was not supposed to be here.

The officiant looked up in horror as a million questions ran in your head and your heart rate shot up the roof. Eight familiar faces followed the one whose absence had sucked the life out of you. You had resigned to your fate. You were merely a listless, far too decked up for your own comfort, body being bartered for a measly 6% extra share in the cartel. The sound of guns cocking sent shivers down your spine. Teary eyed you slowly shook your head gesturing him to walk away from a potential bloodbath but he only responded with a reassuring nod.

Despite the rigid security arrangements at the mansion, how they'd managed to crash your wedding was beyond you.

The oldest - Kim Minseok - pulled your grandmother out of her seat and put a gun to her head inviting shrieks of horror from all invitees. Your family, however, was shockingly calm. The one you'd always been the closest to - Byun Baekhyun - yelled "SILENCE" for the intimidating Doh Kyungsoo to continue. "If you all cooperate, nobody has to get hurt", his deep baritone echoed in the hall.

Kim Junmyeon along with his closest aid Zhang Yixing dropped their weapons and slowly walked up to your father who had a firm grip on your arm. They bowed before him. Zhang Yixing was the first to speak, "Park Chanyeol will always keep her happy" Kim Junmyeon followed it up with, "And if you or your men do anything to come in the way of their happiness -", you squeezed Junmyeon's shoulder begging him to stop.

The youngest of the lot Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun squared up for confrontation with their oldest rivals - your younger brothers - holding them in a body lock. A woman gracefully rose from among the guests. You blinked strenuously to be able to see her clearly. She was here the whole time - Kim Jongdae's new bride! She gave you a small smile before walking up to where your mother was seated. Jongdae - the voice of reason amongst the nine men - followed suit. She gently wiped your mother's tears away and hugged her tight whispering something in her ear which seemed to calm her down a little. Jongdae knelt before your mother taking her hands in his in a further attempt at comforting her.

With so much happening all at once, you felt your bones turn to jelly. Chanyeol inched closer to your groom, prepared to stare him down. Intimidated by Chanyeol's sheer size, the timid man backed away. His expression softened immediately as gaze shifted to meet yours. Time seemed to have slowed down as he helped take your elaborate veil off smiling ever so slightly as a tear ran down his cheek. He mouthed sorry to you.

"She's my responsibility now, you don't have to worry about her", he said turning to your father unable to mask the quiver in his voice.

You felt your father's grip on you relax as Chanyeol took your hand and whisked you away from a life in hell.

(sorry @quillstarters I think I went off on a tangent)

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pleom · 4 years

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han jisung + love triangle + "upset"

han jisung’s got stars in his eyes. he’d add an apple in there, because he’s a rapper and he likes to play with his words. he’d turn to you, with a cheeky smile, and repeat those words but finish it off with you. because you’re the apple of his eye, and you’re the only star he’d shoot for. you’d laugh it off, smack him lightly on his shoulder and bruise his ego, to which he’d laugh along with, only softer and more embarrassed, and say to give him time, he’s brushing up on his wordsmith.

you’d support him (out of sincerity or obligation, he doesn’t know; he doesn’t think about it either, simply soaking in your compliments because they’re the second best thing he likes to hear from you–the first being your laughter) and he’d soak in the look on your face. he sees stars in your eyes too, and he’d take note of that and assign to them constellations (all of which named after himself, of course). he hears you say you love his rap, then coyly, with a finger on his arm, that you have a thing for rappers. his chest feels lighter, like he can swallow up all the air on the planet with ease. he thinks he has a chance. and maybe he was right.

had to be at least partially so, when your lips meet with his. he runs through all the steps of a relationship in his mind (is this the correct trajectory? had he failed step one already–with you making the first move instead of him?). but then your tongue traces along his bottom lip and his mind blanks and panics all at the same time. he tries to steady himself but it’s too late, you’re already parting from him with a look of concern on your face. he feels bad, real bad. but the same doesn’t reflect on your face. you simply shrug and move on.

ouch.

did your affections mean anything to you? he comes to learn that no, it doesn’t, because he sees you doing the same to chan the following night. the stars, the comfort, the hand, the lips, the lips that speak about rappers, the lips the press against rappers, the lips that raps along rappers, and he sees you bring chan to your room, lips still on lips and he wonders if that’s the end. if that’s the end of you both.

to say he’s confused when you come to him the following week is an understatement (he’d state, with his lips). he’s even more confused when you lean your body against him, moaning and whining about the complications around love (and boy, does he know about them) but he’s confused, because you’ve got him and he sees that chan’s got you. but that night, you want him and he makes no qualm against that, only later when he’s inside you but the thought of chan is inside him.

you both finish and jisung questions you about chan, slightly, faintly, mentioning not him, but of him, lowly, until you get the point. you look resentful then, like you had been caught, and bring up the complication of love once again. (this time, he truly doesn’t get what you mean)

this happens for a few weeks, months perhaps, and it’s just the same cycle ran over and over again. jisung feels his heart fill with competition each time you meet up, and he kisses you harder than chan would, fucks you harder than he would, and hugs you harder each time, and yet after session you’d lay there and whine about complications, complications, complications and he’s fed up. he’s had enough. and he doesn’t tell you that, no, he tells chan. he tells chan of all thing disaster he’s wrought meeting you, seeing you, and chan looks nothing but weared out. he forfeits, forfeits, gives you up like a broken item, and says jisung can have you. it was never meant to be a fight, he says, but jisung doesn’t believe him. he doesn’t believe it. you don’t get it, he does not believe it. because chan is forfeiting and he can finally have you.

but he doesn’t really. because the law of the universe says that love has to come with complications. and when one side gives up, the other side does. you no longer meet with jisung, to kiss him, touch him, hug him. he thought he’d be thankful, but in the end, he grew resentful, because chan’s forfeit made you forfeit, and so no one won.

oh god the tense is ALL over the place dgjgsg but anyways this was sorta written a whole month ago for the very first #quillstarters-entry but i didn’t post it bc it’s kinda shitty lmao?? but then this weeks prompt is stream of conciousness and this fits sorta so i was like why not.. a Double Entry so yeah! heehee

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