It's The Final... Episode Titles Reveal

It's the final... episode titles reveal

Roles, Reels and Real Feelings(W.JH)

Genre- College!au, Drama Majors!au

WC:

Summary: There's no doubt in the saying "Knowledge is Power" and with great powers come great responsibilities. When you accidentally tag Moon Junhui, the Lit&Theatrics' star, on IG, an uproar of drama has taken peak. Knowledge is your final play role and responsibilities are your real feelings.

CW: svt crack!au, uni!au theatre!au Blu-Blonde to dark hair Jun (he deserves his own warnings 😩), lowkey strangers to friends to idiots to lovers, Mingyu's onesided love :(with an abrupted ending, humor, heavy on the literature genre, college shenanigans with our original drama queen Boo, stage romance, minor flashbacks of past relationships, ghostly pining from Jun, and slight tension if you squint :") (smut warnings include a lot of oral plays, slight dirty talks, some, teasing, brat taming, use of a vibrator, praise kink/size kink/mild dacryphilia because jun is no saint here n has been patient for a while😈 denials, and maybe a bit of their play roles characters foreplay? Just wild fantasies)Minors DNI

A/N: hey caratdeuls and huihuis! It's been a while I've been zoned out but lately I completed EFT and Hidden Love (yes I choose pain) and it all clicked. Jun devoured(literally and figuratively) well this came out earlier than Mingyu fic but that may take a lil while to assemble the plot again. Meanwhile enjoy this fic and I hope I could entertain xp

The supposed symphony of words-n-thoughts playing out melodies as intricate as orchestral harmonies and as delicate as the petals of blue orchids in bloom, Literature, felt like the urban dictionary definitions of the words Affect and Effect where;

Affect is "Fuck Around"

Effect is "Find Out"

Not for you though. The night decided sleep at 1 was overrated and clung to you like a koala with FOMO. Your mission to CSI Geoffery Chaucer's first American potty break and decode why "Ernest" was suddenly a subject worthy of cracking seemed like stepping into the Bermuda Triangle – equal parts mysterious and bewildering.

You even caught a wave of relief, high-fiving your brain for handling this last subject showdown before the semester break, while your roommates Joshua Hong and Seokmin Lee were probably embroiled in sweet dreams of winning the elite Pyjama Olympics. They snoozed on, completely oblivious of the academic turmoil; not tonight but has been a consistent case the entire semester.

Amid the suffocating pressure, retreat wasn't your style. It has been the only reason your academic status was stable and decent enough to battle Beethoven in a verbal faceoff if he were alive. Literature wasn't everyone's cup of tea and you choose to sip every drop. It's the only subject that balances pain with pleasure.

The particular student lifestyle was something prone to your casual aesthetic. Even if you don't hit the books sometimes, you're in for the vibes. This nonchalant spirit and couple of good energy tiktoks, had somehow guided you through the maze of academic lifestyle, heart- breaks that were uncalled for, nonmandatory stage plays,other irrelevant activities. And finally here you are on the verge of graduating as an Art Major next year, all thanks to that carefree attitude and knack for catching the good vibes.

And once again, determination spurred you on as you reached for your phone, seeking solace in the particular IG Reels haven that's adored. Upon the first refresh, the college's official page posts the following video 45 minutes ago, with those spedup Ariana Grande audios, anyway those audio snips gather a massive audience. It was a random Aurora Boreallis timelapse from the Alaskas or Northerns, with the following:

"Tag your first/favorite @ who's your special one. Say something to them. (Be nice) ❤❤"

Your lips curled into a skeptical smile, "Cringe" is finally the first modern word you mumble, after escaping the 1800 core.

The page has it's official manager, Seungkwan. Not only instagram, but Tiktok. This guy's got a feisty attitude that could rival a fire-breathing dragon. While he posts memes, promotional edits of college events, and some irrelevant ones like mentioned earlier, He never holds back- tagging the entire fraternity into his posts. It doesn't ends here for Seungkwan- he's also the undisputed drama connoisseur of social media. Dude's stories could give a successful telenovela a run for its money. It's not about how he stirrs up chaos, it's the creativity of his asshole mind sometimes.

There was that era when Seungkwan turned a simple group photo of his healthy arch nemesis Jungwoo, Chan Lee and Yeonjun into a meme war of epic proportions. He started with a single caption, and before anyone knew it, the whole college was engaged in a meme battle that lasted for days. Rumor has it that some memes even ended up as screensavers on the subject professors' laptops. Vernon Chwe was also a long-running personality on everyone's phonecases because of his pathetic fashion sense. He ended up with 5 girls chasing his solo status for themselves and every recess was free subway surfers for everyone.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Boo Seungkwan's knack for turning the mundane into "the" ordinary & the ordinary to something extraordinary; it is a social media talent like no other that's equally entertaining and terrifying. He's like a hawk, zeroing in on the ignorant souls who dare not engage. A non-negotiable rule – tag or be tagged, because if you don't play ball, he's got the ultimate power move: withholding crucial notes and throwing shade at any question that has a 70% chance of making it to the exams. It's like academic warfare out there, n Seungkwan's the commander-in-chief of strategic engagement. The term "Calling the BOOLEECE" is an expression he often uses.

However, you're a person in his goodlist, and avoid conflict at most. Therefore you start skimming through 94 major comments, with one being from your evident admirer. You skip past his attempts, and then tag your unwilling comment for your dearest friend at two in the am, among a plethora of familiar and unfamiliar tags:

min9yukim @ y/n take it all <3 (80 likes)

naaayeonnnim- @ yongbokki study ffs (42 likes)

haexhannhae- ya'all she sent this reel to me how am I supposed to feel about it😭 (55 likes

ningning02- @ winwinwin wtv (33 likes)

eyesoftigurrr- @ ziwooziwoo homie break up w mozart for me as if u are my romeo (77likes)

s00binniec @ terryk @ yawnjun year 2 be grate 4 us ........and 88 others

yn_xx @ junh_96 it shall shape thee of scholars and wisdoms ❤ 45s ago

You don't exactly want to interact with this, but anything and all for your buddy bestfriend Junhee, your partner in mischief, the dynamic duo of shenanigans. Success may be earned, but your best friend, well he practically has a golden ticket to it. Once a 9th grade high school play where you were casted as Voldemort's right-hand associate in a bootleg Harry Potter's Deathly Hallows stage play, there stood Junhee with his rectangular glasses, complete with a snake-like charm that would make even Slytherins jealous. And now Junhee, was your official partner-in-crime on stage and, little did you know, in reality of your life too.

Now, most friendships are built on shared interests or profound conversations. Yours? Oh, it was cemented by Junhee's uncanny ability to schedule the most ludicrous adventures at the most inconvenient times. We're talking about spontaneous trips to the petting zoo at 2 AM and impromptu karaoke sessions in the city's famous aquarium (don't ask). How could you possibly say no to such unforgettable escapades?

Junhee has always been the embodiment of "yolo" considering how he often drags you out of your extrovert slumps. Despite being his major’s 2nd top student after Wonwoo Jeon from History, he’s never once made you his second priority. He’s also an amazing teacher, considering how he taught his cat Morals to make great use of his paws to learn the dynamics of the turntable set in his basement because weekends there was a Steve-Aoki level havoc. Nonetheless, from supersonic charades to emotional heartbreaks, your bestie has always been superglued by your side.

Your chill demeanor hits its peak as you casually toss out that comment without even giving it a second glance, because your time on instagram was a supposed quickie. With a few scrolls, you're back to the books, ready to conquer academia and the piles of papers and books once again. After all, the world can wait, but this final exam just can't; especially when you're eager to get over with it.

In the blink of a snooze, a full-blown soap opera had been cooked up-talk about legit 5 seasons worth of drama! You wake up, grab your phone, and boom! In the era where you receive 33 notifs max, today it went 99+ notifications and it's like you've walked into an alternate universe where you're the lead character in the craziest reality show ever. "Damn Hol'up.." you mutter, your brain trying to catch up. Your obliviously slumbered roommates were at the door, laughing and exchanging glances secretively

"Mornin' y/n, brace yourself, today's gonna be as wild as trying to teach a Seokmin to breakdance," Joshua chimes in, his hand shaking like he's auditioning for the role of a human maraca, while he clutches the Lit Anthology in the other. Seokmin nearly snorts his coffee out in spite,at the comment and adds, "Seems like Sunday Morning Mingyu's Pain is calling collect, and it's an international call with extra charges!" They both make a dramatic exit, their laughter echoing through the corridor.

You can't help but chuckle at their over-the-top performance. Joshua and Seokmin have always been your partners in the "Mingyu pining era" escapades, but today they've taken it up a notch. It's not just because it's a Tuesday; something's definitely fishy here. You shake your head and focus on your simple breakfast, because, let's face it, food is life, even in the face of impending chaos. While contemplating your life choices, you munch on your omelet, occasionally glancing at your notes. After all, you're a self-proclaimed brainiac before a potential maniac; who knows when the roles might reverse and you find yourself deciphering the enigma that is Tuesday morning?

But nobody got time for existential crises when the clock is ticking and you've got an exam to face. You sprint to the exam hall, only to find your partner-in-crime MIA. And instead of noses buried in notes, eyes were on to your audacious online escapade. The twist in the plot had taken center stage, leaving you to wonder if you were now part of a different kind of curriculum – one that involved internet fame and a splash of unpredictability. Nothing could've prepared you for what you're in when you check your phone once again, prior to a message from your concerned party.

[7:42am] "??????" "Boo literally said he has earn free drama before free therapy now EXPLAIN?"

"I was almost contemplating my friendship for Jun why do I have a competitor? I've kept friends close, n u closr 😭😭

[7:45am]"where did Jun come from? What?😭 Help me cuz im fuckin confused bro tf??????"

Junhee attaches a screenshot to your response, the floor might as well be made of clouds for how quickly your jaw drops. The image in front of you leaves no room. You hastily open instagram and the notif panels – 450 likes adorn your @ mishap. And the twist that hits you like a truck? The tagged individual is none other than the Sorority Superstar Junhui Moon. His display picture was his side profile from one of his backstage photos, amongst roses candles and red curtains; maybe from one of his most dynamic stage plays."Damn it it can't be... this Moon Junhui???"

According to the crazy fangirls and as former spectator of his theatre plays, Moon Junhui, or mononymously known as Jun to the entire Drama Club, is in the same year as you with subject differences, and also the undisputed master of library naps, is like the superhero of slumber. While your ability is to seize every piece of knowledge while you're at it, his abilities are to catch Z's in the most unlikely places has reached mythic proportions. They say he's napped through lectures, study groups, and even once during a surprise fire drill – and still looks as fresh as a daisy. This is just the tip of the iceberg, as to why is he’s popularly known as “Mighty Moon”

But there's more. While majority of Lit Majors don't practice Theatre, the stage star Junhui- is not just a nap wizard; he's got some serious impactful acting chops too. Last Christmas, he didn't give any hearts, however he confidently took center stage as Romeo at the fanciest stage hall for the theater production of "Romeo and Juliet." And get this – he carried that role for a full three days straight, owning every line, every gesture, and even every melodramatic sigh.

But that wasn't the end of it. Later that year, he snagged the role of the Prince in Snow White for a charity gig among children. And let me tell you, Jun's fashion choices were...let's say, unique. It didn't matter if he was sporting raggedy clothes or outdated fashion, he had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. Anyone would think he's a walking Vogue front cover. The man's charisma knows no bounds.

However(again) upon circulating sources, Moon Junhui offstage is a legend in his own right. He's the guy who turns a script rehearsal into a stand-up comedy routine. He's got a laugh that's as infectious as a catchy tune, and it's practically impossible to be in a bad mood around him.

When the final curtain falls, Junhui doesn't strut around like a diva. Nope, he's more like a stealthy ninja, slipping back into the shadows like he's got secret nap-capturing techniques to perfect. He's not just a nap guru or a theater sensation but definitely a walking paradox of chill and charisma, a master of unexpected entertainment. You never know if he's off for another power nap or casually collecting slipped-in phone numbers. Junhui, the enigmatic maestro of the offstage spectacle.

Back to reality, here is the juicy bit: you and Junhui are like two ships passing in the night. In a college where engagement with peers is a must, you can't even recall having a proper talk with him. Not even a Hello. Heck you don't even follow his public profile. And now you've gone and tagged him in a Instagram Reel blunder. It's like sending an accidental invite to a VIP party – and the VIP in question is a theater superstar.

"Oh the amount of bitch I've smelled today is going to register in the Guiness" you thought.

In an instant, the puzzle pieces slot into place – the lingering glances, the secretive murmurs – it all makes sense now. You've now unwittingly become the protagonist of a social media storm. Amidst the chaos, you find yourself caught in a plotline that could easily be ripped from the pages of a Netflix series, leaving you to ponder how a regular day could escalate to such binge-worthy proportions. Your phone buzzes again:

[7:52am]"Dude, what's the story?"

[7:53am] "Wait, aren't u junh_96 on insta?"

[7:53am] "Doofus I'm jun_96 on Tiktok, not IG......."

"OH..." You're staring at your phone, and it hits you like a ton of bricks: Moon Junhui and your bud Junhee have totally opposite usernames for TikTok and Instagram which they mutually agreed on, and you tagged Junhee's tiktok @ instead of his IG @ . And the person you actually tagged is apparently every delusional being’s prince charming-Junhui Moon.

What even forces you to pull your hair out is how foolish you were and too wrapped up in your studies to notice the whole mess you were creating. Everyone's got eyes on you while you're typing a response,

[7:55am]"Look, I got an exam. Can we not make this a thing right now?"But nope, he's not letting you off the hook: "Oh, you're definitely spilling the hot boiling tea about this bullshit!"

"Stop scaring me and making a huge fuss out of it I didn't do it on purpose get a grip mf..😫"

"No wonder why do I have all the attention" you contemplate. You're knee-deep in finals, totally stressed out. And then, oops! You accidentally tag Moon Junhui on a college Reel instead of Junhee. Pretty crazy right? Overnight you've become the Mia Thermopolis of instagram, from good ol' Princess Diaries.

Seungkwan saunters into the exam hall, with his usual tempting coffee, smirk and a clipboard of notes, looking like he about to drop the hottest tea unfortunately. "well look who do we have here" he offers his fist; and you fistbump him, a usual morning thing. "You're awfully absurd today Boo Seungkwan" it came out as a nervous whisper.

"Absurd is what you've stirred up honey" he retorts "I've waited for this my whole life" the silent backpack kid Vernon is finally taking interest while Boo pushes the piles of papers and books off the centre table and sits his ass on it. "Shakespeare who we have Seungkwan" he chimes along.

Even the duo who deliberately sits in the corner of the hall every exam, Hoshi and Yeji, rushes in the front seat for the first time in all these 2½ years with a loud "Spotlight on Seungkwan" you gulp at how Seungkwan's presence turns the mundane exam hall into a live entertainment set, where you never know what dramatic twist he's going to add to the day.

Today is the day where the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

"So Y/N I'll cut to the chase. Is Moon Junhui secretly your new co-star in a real-life drama? When did all of this begin?" Your roommates even jump right into this conversation as quick as they do when you bring takeouts and cold coke to the table. Shamelessly. No tacos tuesday for them.

"See it's all an innocent mistake I just mixed names thats it" you try to convince.

"What about the red lil heart then?" Seokmin, that backstabbing bitch proceeds.

"When are you getting your expelsion letter then? Seeing how the Dean's son Kim Mingyu always simped for you" another kid who never really spoke because he always gets away with a morning lollipop, Lino, speaks. Boy's had this name ever since the class representative suggested and he finds joy in it.

This whole thing turned into a total Gatsby affair. Because, you know, nothing says 'lavish party' unlike accidentally tagging Moon Junhui supposed college celebrity on the Reels.

"Well I meant it for Junhee my bestfriend"

"Then why didn't you delete the comment and rewrite Junhee" Seungkwan prods.

"I was academic drunk" you plead not guilty.

"Prove it" Joshua asks. "Dude you literally live with me" desperation drips your tone, yet nothing could prove it wasn't intentional.

It's like the FBI has taken over the interrogation room; questions keep piling up faster than late fees at a library. Even faster than Wi-Fi signal drops. Everyone's prime suspect is you. You half- expect someone to pull out a notepad and start jotting down notes. And then, just to top it off, another curveball "is tagging your new sport?" is aimed towards you. You pinch the gap between your brows. "When will this end"

Just when you thought that the spotlight you're under could rival the sun, the man in question, Moon Junhui strolls in with all the nonchalance of a pro. The chatter around you seems to magically hush-turn into whispers- probably as a sign of respect for his aura. His grey backpack hangs halfway, and you can't help but notice the mild amusement twinkling in his eyes. It's like he's seen enough dramas on stage to enjoy this real-life spectacle.

You mentally blame your sudden thirst for human interaction because, seriously, you can't help but notice how his unbuttoned yellow shirt layered over a white one looks like a snack-sized bag of Lays salted chips. And that blonde hair with blueberry blue streaks? Looks decent on him. And let's not ignore those onyx jeans that deserve their own spotlight. You're convinced they're flexing just as much as his forearms are while he tugs on his backpack and quickly analyzes his enviornment, to look back at your deranged self.

"Can I steal a moment of your time?" Jun finally asks, his throat clearing serving as an opening act; even Oliver Goldsmith would've admired. The collective "Ooooo" that ripples through the bystanders triggering heat into your cheeks, and a little on Jun's. All of this seems like you're the protagonist of a rom-com, and Jun just walked in, ready to deliver this plot twist.

He's the character who waltzes onto the screen, leaving everyone wondering if he's about to confess his undying love or reveal that he's actually an alien from the planet Awkwardus. The "Ooooo" is the background laughter track, reminding you that your life right now, this moment is basically a sitcom.

Jun instantly takes his leave. With a sigh and an expression of "it couldn't get any worse" sort which could rival a melodramatic heroine's in a Jane Austen novel, you gather whatever courage you have left and slowly follow Jun to the side, half-expecting the universe to provide a fitting backdrop for this pivotal moment – perhaps a rainbow or a flock of pigeons singing in perfect harmony.

Seungkwan can't help but chime in with his signature sarcasm, his tone dripping with playful exaggeration, "Oh, the suspense is killing me! Can we get an encore of the 'Ooooo' for extra dramatic effect" you glare at him, while you're following Junhui outside for a whatever he wishes to speak afterall he's unintentionally dragged into this. It wouldn't surprise you if all the crazy maniacs in there are eavesdropping.

"Must've been awkward," the type to get a head massage with eyes wide open blurts out, the words flowing like water from a leaky faucet. "I don't even mean to pry, 'cause hey, mistakes happen, but the impact here is... well..." You pick up his fragmented sentence like a detective assembling evidence, "like one of those applause tracks after a bad joke, am I right?"

You continue, feeling like you're dancing through a minefield, "Honestly, it's not even a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out why this has become the town gossip." Your face is a canvas of nervousness, but you focus your attention on the shrubs behind Jun, as if they're the most intriguing thing in the universe. "I've got a one-way ticket to this last exam right now. Can we please just catch up after this academic apocalypse?"

"Oh, uh, yeah sure, fine by me. Today's like my personal version of hell," he chuckles.

"Tell me about it." You exhale a sigh that could put out birthday candles. Seokmin jumps out of wherever his hiding spot was, surprising you two and snaps a flashy photograph of your flabbergasted expressions "can't let this slide when our new couple is looking moronic" he laughs. "SEOKMIN YOU CRAZY FUC- I'm sorry Jun, thankyou" you rush inside chasing him.

With a discreet wave and a bid for luck, Jun departs, slipping into the shadows. And just like that, you're left trudging back into the exam hall, mentally and literally facepalming as if trying to beat your own high score.

"Well, that was swifter than my Wi-Fi dropping," Joshua teases from the sidelines, analyzing the same photo Seokmin took.

"Seokmin, my friend, you might want to hit that delete button, because I'm gearing up for the revenge of the century!" you declare with a grin. Seokmin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, replies, "Oh, revenge? I see you're embracing the drama, world famous protagonist."

A classmate chips in, "Oh, look, it's the next contestant on 'Tag Wars: College Edition'!" Laughter fills the room as you realize your outburst has lightened the mood, at least for a moment. You return to your exam with a bemused shake of your head, muttering, "Seriously, though, what is my life right now?" The absurdity of the situation isn't lost on you, and you can't help but find humor in the chaos.

"Sounds like suspension should be the logical verdict, especially with the college paparazzi on your tail and the pining Dean's Golden Boy is most probably writing a banner already, cuz they say action speak louder than words" Junhee, your bestfriend chuckles a reply with his arms crossed, that nosy expression plastered on his face. The guy's reeking of peak chismosa. You spill out the whole saga, your verbal roller coaster hitting all the twists and turns, and the audacity of this dude? He bursts out laughing as if you're hosting a stand-up comedy. "I'm no fan of ruining acrylics but your face is an exception, you moron" incredible criminal thoughts race your mind at the sight, which only makes him howl in laughter.

Around you, the world seems to have split into factions: there are haters, supporters, shippers, troll-ers, neutral mfs, and admirers, each in their own corner, like a real-life Divergent series unfolding before your eyes.

"I don't acknowledge any of Mingyu's pleasant confessions, so why is everyone suddenly treating assumptions about me like gospel truth?" You sigh, realizing the cons of being a social butterfly might be outweighing the pros.

Junhee nods in agreement, a knowing glint in his eye. "I mean, both Jun and Mingyu..and ofcourse, me" you roll your eyes at his unusual self obsession, "We could charm the socks off anyone just by breathing. Probably their colognes too." He smirks, "But on a serious note, it's wild how one little mistake can take you on a joyride to where you are now."

You scoff, "I thought today would be the bomb, celebrating the end of the semester, planning my epic peace. But nope, all thanks to that one of your drunken pact of swapping usernames, I'm in this mess." Junhee grins, trying to lift the mood, "Look at the bright side. Maybe this mishap will score you a spot in the college yearbook under 'Most Memorable Mishaps.' Now that's fame." You give him a playful shove, sarcasm dripping from your voice, "Wow, thanks for the pep talk, you're a real motivator."

Your pace comes to a temporary halt upon seeing a figure, "Fate must've thought, 'Let's toss a coin and see if we can ruin my day' " you sigh. Kim Mingyu; who usually walks like the granite is the red carpet, today his approach oddly synchronized with a passing monsoon season. He pulled off his black beanie followed by his usual black headphones, which seemed to be the only reliable part of the day. As if he's one page of either an Edgar Allen Poe book's chapter, or somewhere between the lines.

He usually hung out around this scenic area by the fountain and granite stairs, flashing his canines as if it's from a toothpaste commercial. But today, instead of his signature smile and posture, his face and body language resembled the grim clouds before a heavy downpour – insanely threatening and gloomy in general.

Junhee smirks, "Oh, what a coincidence! I've got some urgent... uh, texting to do. I'll just leave you guys to it. I'll catch up on you later" Junhee smirks "well then good luck with your accidental fame" he slips away from the scene and you're standing against the golden boy himself, in the middle of the spacious cafeteria.

"So you and JunHUI" he emphasizes, "hmmm?"

Me and JunHUI what?" You cross your arms.

"Don't play coy. I didn't peg you the bold type. You two close aren't you?"

"Close? We're practically inseparable, like a shadow and its dark sense of humor. Partners in crime with a PhD in mischief." Upon your response, Mingyu scoffs, turning his head,

"You know what I mean! Are you two hinting your secret affair to the campus?" He raises his brows. You redeem this the perfect opportunity to completely discourage his future attempts at unreciprocated rizz and end his pining for good.

""Secret affair? Oh, we're just dropping breadcrumbs for the rumor mill. As for today, let's just say my crystal ball for predicting your mood wasn't charged. It happens."

Mingyu stares, seeking for an easy explanation. You roll your eyes, adjust your bag on your shoulder, "what I meant is sometimes you do have to let the cat out of the box. Unless you're a dog person."

"Don't be so difficult, Y/N. Atleast not today when I'm at my worse. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Thought you'd catch. My bad if I forgot to turn in my updates on my love life."

"You know, a simple 'Hey, I'm not interested' would've saved me a world of trouble," Mingyu muttered, his tone filled with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. He bit his lips as if trying to control his emotions, and the word "trouble" seemed to linger with an unspoken weight.

It wasn't that you hated Mingyu; it's just that you weren't particularly keen on getting into a relationship. Besides, it's not exactly easy to be with a guy who's practically the campus's golden boy, majoring in Business as if he had a golden ticket to success.

"Oh, my bad!" you quipped, your sarcasm's the same viscosity as of honey. "Sure, let me just send out a mass text: 'Attention, everyone! Kim Mingyu, he urgently needs to know my dating status for his convenience, and I'm pleased to clarify that, yes, I'm dating. Someone, please save him trouble and the precious lost time!" You scanned the room, and it was clear that your love life, or rather the lack of it, wasn't exactly headline news until your own accidental tag had sparked this unexpected chaos. "Good for you" someone chimes. Most probably another bunch of nobodys who prefer solitude and their favorite flavor is Salt&Vinegar.

Mingyu sighs "you're impossible"

"And yet, somehow you're still here talking to me"you cross your arms, and shift your posture.

"Look, I just wish you had been honest about it before. I've been trying to get over you" he looks desperate at this point, it's infuriating.

"Nothing boosts my ego more than being someone's emotional challenge"

"Damn don't mock me, it's not easy"

"I guess Delulu is the Solulu" you smile coyly. It's supposed to come out as bitter as such but you've learnt that sometimes it's okay to recognize when something isn't working and to take a step back. And thats what you want to inflict into Mingyu's "it may work out" mindset.

"You're infuriating. I can't believe I ever thought you were right for me" it wasn't very pleasant to be hearing this from him, but you've had your share from your previous relationship, never again.

"Then you must be some kind of a masochist, to be standing here. Still."

"Unbelievable" he turns to the side, and let's out a loud, spittery scoff, "I'm..just gonna go"

"It's for your best, to go on" you try to sugarcoat "Whatever. I just don't want to ever cross paths with you." he puts his headphones back, and walks on wherever he was supposed to. Not even 10 steps ahead, he slowly walks back and returns, "I suppose, take care" and off Mingyu sprints. You too, Nepo Golden Boy you murmur.

Junhee's mind appeared to be caught in a never-ending loop, like a broken record that just wouldn't stop playing. It was as if he had latched onto a thought and couldn't let go, much to my amusement. "Trust me, not that big a deal. People have short memories when it comes to internet drama," he assures you, trying to sound all wise and chill about it. You side-eye him, before walking towards the vending machine.

Walking past a group of students from your class, some being your friends, burst into laughter and holler like they're on some infamous college dramas:

"Everyone!!! Watch out, we've got an Insta prodigy in our midst!"

"Note to self: never let her near my phone."

"Hey, can I hire you to accidentally tag my crush as well? Clearly she ignores me"

"If Romeo did that, he probably still had Juliet his side"

"Not a big deal, hmm" you crodd your arms at Junhee, who could only looks away because of the obvious embarassment. You check your phone upon vibration, and see a menacing DM from the concerned personality:

"7pm at Bonnie Sue's Cafe-Jun" "📍Location"

you're just staring at the DM like zoning out. Everything around you is white noise.

"What? Accidentally got a DM from Jun?"

"Yes and this seems no accident" you reply very monotonously. Junhee snatches your phone and reads it "that was quick I didn't think he'd ever show this interest? Impressive. See this one would be easy".

Bonnie Sue’s- Coffee Dreams and Golden Croissants

Is what the board said, with the letter E's lights flickering. The evident Sims characteristics were peaking when you stared at the board for a solid 30 second before entering.

Seven P.M, the golden hour of caffeine cravings, RnB music and aromatic smell of patissieres.

The soft lighting plays a game of hide-and-seek with the shadows, making it the perfect spot. You admit Jun has a sight for great things. This cafe seems to have borrowed its color scheme from the sunset itself, with warm, golden tones painting the walls and casting a cozy glow over everything. Even the cashier's cat was beautiful in it's dusky orange. "Step Down Matcha"

Typical caffeine addict name for a typical cat. As long as the cat wasn't Latte or Cocoa. But to your surprise, there were two more kittens named "Tira" and "Misu".

You strut in with an outfit that could only be described as chic, for the evening, rocking a cream graphic Feel The Power tee, effortlessly tucked into a pair of high-waisted, slightly distressed jeans. Your choice of sneakers tells you mean nothing longer than the quantity in your cup, even when you're going for the comfy-cool vibe.

A few silver accessories shimmer here and there, as if they're vying for attention in a subtle contest and your hair, the envy of all who've ever tried to achieve "effortless waves," frames your face with a touch of devil-may-care elegance. It's a look that screams, "I run on caffeine and sarcasm," and you can't help but be smitten by the combination.

It wasn't hard to spot Junhui in this small cafe, he was seated right at the corner, with round glasses on his nose, and an olive green shirt; evening glows illuminating the silver of his hair and his god-tier profile. He lifts his eyes, brows and then his face, engulfing a small smile.

"Sure enough my message wasn't accidental. You did show up" he begins, "Jun" getting up like a gentleman. You make sense of him for a particular 8 seconds which seemed like 8 minutes.

"Sensed there was a chance of free croissants, coffee and a side of drama, so how could I resist?" "Y/N" You scrunch your nose, and Jun lets out a snort. You shake his hand, being informal wasn't exactly the part of the script. However you shake hands and settle.

"First things First, what would you like to drink?" He inquires, scrolling the E-Menu on his phone.

You chuckle at his momentarily flabbergasted expression. "I say surprise me with the most complicated, elaborate, and hard-to-pronounce concoction on the menu," you jest, complete with a playful wink. "Just kidding, a basic coffee works for me. Some croissants, garnished with powdered sugar" Jun nods, grinning, and with a flourish of eloquence, he summons the waitress and proceeds to make the order, his voice smooth as silk.

Normally, you'd be glued to your phone when sharing a table with someone you barely know, but tonight was different. You were taken aback by the mesmerizing sight of his Adam's apple bobbing in its own rhythmic dance. This close encounter unlocked a whole new perspective on him in your eyes—his finely chiseled nose, the charming beauty marks that scattered across his face, and those eyes that seemed to play a coy game behind his glasses. "Perfect" didn't quite capture it; he was positively ethereal.

"Hmm Miss Y/N our reigning accidental tag queen" he clears his throat.

"If it isn't the mighty theatre prince Junhui in his glory gracing us with his presence" you may not exactly be the best comedian yet catching onto sarcasm is a hefty sport for you. You and Junhui instantly click and go in character. What exactly type of character, well it's unsure to confirm.

"How has it been in the realm of viral tags and unexpected notoriety?"

You lean back, feigning contemplation "Oh, you know, just basking in the glow of accidental prominence. It's not every day one gets to masquerade as a social media virtuoso" Jun chuckles, pushing his frame behind, looking even perfect, while doing so "my my, you're communication talents are unparalleled"

"I strive for excellency at all endeavors"

You two continue to talk back and forth, as if you never were practically strangers. You learn about him, his family, how he developed a career in acting at 2 years of age, he was basically born to showcase his talents at best. He was beauty with brains.

A loud chuckle buzzed when he shows Seungkwan's new story, embedded under "breaking news" template that says "Rumor has it, NASA's hiring her for her out-of-this-world tagging skills" with the same candid photo, Seokmin took earlier today.

"I've heard rumors that even Mingyu's pining for you has met its demise" Jun closes his phone and looks up. Your grin fades into a small smile "well that was destined to be" you tuck a strand behind your ear visibly uncomfortable and relieved at the same time.

"He's not the only one who fell for the accidental tag tease, you know.

You squint at him playfully, "Are you implying something here, Jun?"

Jun's leaning in, a glint in his eyes "Maybe I am"

"The mysterious theater boy strikes again"

"And the accidental social media sensation plays along" he leans back.

"So how do we exactly get us out of this circus" you question, swallowing the after-tastes of caffeine, while looking at the flushed up from laughing Junhui. The man who's read countless scripts gets back in character "The solution is quite elementary. We shall bestow upon the avid purveyors of collegiate drama a fresh enigma to mull over"

raising an eyebrow, you look at Jun "And that's all? We just continue this?"

Jun nods "Have faith, for I am confident that their focus will shift onto the subsequent scintillating narrative" another giggle escapes when he speaks in the "1800 Vocabulary"

"Ah, your scheme is as ingenious as it is bereft of traditional reasoning" you walk out of the cafe, with Jun's company towards the bus stop.  He raises his fist in front of you "Fare well" You look at his feline-like features, waiting fir your fist to bump against his. "Thankyou, for a memorable first meeting"you return the fistbump, and his ears turn slightly pink; well it further darkens.

Next in scene, was the bus which pulls up to your stop, shattering the serene moment you were sharing. Jun gives you a friendly wave, and you reciprocate it with a smile and a wave. While seated on the bus, you find yourself reflecting on the day. Strangely enough, you've genuinely relished it. An entire day filled with chaos, conversations, and pure lunacy – it's like a sitcom episode starring you and Jun. It hits you like a plot twist that maybe, just maybe, old wounds can begin to heal, especially when they're covered in layers of sarcasm and laughter, all courtesy of the enigmatic Moon Junhui. You're not entirely sure where this rollercoaster is heading, but your heart chimes in with a cheeky "probably...towards some theatrical mayhem none seen it coming."

"So, do you need a cold compress on your face or a PhD in Love Diagnostics?" Minghao, Jun's very close friend, the former psychology diploma holder who possesses exquisite memory, and decided to trade his textbooks for a paintbrush filling his part of the apartment with canvases, flashes a sly grin as he quips with his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Minghao's usually the type to "spare me the details because I proritize my peace" kind of guy who enjoys his passion for art to great thoroughs. but he can risk an ear-n-limb for Junhui. Today it's the ear. Tomorrow, maybe knowledge.

Jun lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly relieved to have survived the initial encounter. "Minghao, my man, if only you knew. This was like trying to interpret abstract art with no clue what the artist was thinking." Minghao stares at him, watching his every move. "So?"

Jun takes a dramatic pause, as if he's about to deliver a modern-Shakespearean soliloquy. He clears his throat with exaggerated seriousness. "Well, I must be the stage maestro then," Jun finally responds, his breath still heavy from the ordeal. "Because, you see, I meticulously crafted my script in advance." He shows his notes to Minghao who could only facepalm in response.

In the land of obligatory chit-chat, our guy prefers to venture for a script like it's the secret sauce to conversation. For him, it's incredibly complex to hold a simple conversation unless he plans out a whole 700 page document about possibilities. He’s considered an ace flirt at his majesty but little everyone knows that the guy who naps backstage is a signal he can’t talk without stuttering unless he has something prepared. According to Jun "one doesn't birth with a script, you develop it past spontaneity"

His deteriorating socialising skills are now a standing-ovation worthy interactions. People are admired by his charms and he composes his emotions well, and appears articulated about situations. Minghao shakes his head, lightly stammering to fit the genre his friend,leaning towards the fridge cross-legged Minghao, who's eyeing Jun and quips, "Well why bother with spontaneous banter when you can rehearse your lines? Am I right, or am I saving the art of conversation single-handedly?" "You and your scripts, should seriously consider publishing a.. a 'Guide to.... Navigating Social Interactions colon, Script Edition' paperback. but that's the least of my concern, how have you been dealing with this…” Minghao swirls his hand in the air as if he's generating an aerial whirlpool, “at (@) fiasco. Any resolutions?"

Jun walks towards the fridge for a chilly glass of water,he raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the playful challenge. “Broski, it's not just about scripts. It's about ensuring every interaction is a blockbuster hit. I mean you've seen my, five-act epic for ordering coffee, right? Anyways, our resolution is to continue this tag until people lose interest for something even spicier"

"And furthermore like her until you’re in the crazy level of Maslow’s Hierarchial need for love and intimacy?" The Psychology prude strives for mental peace and none for others when it subjects Love, a fit characteristic for his idiot friend who practices this art.

Jun's cheeks tint in deep shades of pink. There were no lies hidden. He did like you. Even at a distance he was enchanted by your ridiculous choice of clothing, and once in a lifetime attendances of Junhui's historical romance plays.

Over the next course of weeks, you two tag each other in completely outrageous scenarios, like you being a fashion guru or Jun being a master chef. The goal is to give everyone a good laugh, and fulfill the tag blunder.

As the college crowd scratches their heads and tries to decipher these quirky tags, you and Jun exchange knowing smiles and shared chuckles on texts, with questionable screenshots of the overall reaction. It's definitely a secret joke that only you can understand.

With each new tag, the confusion grows, and the drama surrounding your original mishap starts to slowly subside. To have the campus population wonder if there's a hidden message behind the tags or if we're just messing with them. This became a twitter trend that wasn't very popular, but enough to be trending #5 worldwide. Fame slithered it's way to you.

Accidental Tag Fiasco has taken a new level in the latest episode of Chaos Chronicles:- Read ahead

Seungkwan's Twitter adventures are epic. Although the matter was supposed to be an incampus joke, outside, the communities confusion was beyond focus. @ SushiLover instead of @ SootheLover in a relaxing spa day pic.

@ SushiLover: "Spa day? I'll have a side of wasabi with that massage! 🍣💆‍♀️"

@ SootheLover: "Looks like I'm ordering a seaweed wrap next time! 🌿💆‍♀️"

In a world where catwhisperers were termed as "carwhisperers", the mishap didn't last long but the target audience were approached. The joy for the time-being was appalling.

With every occassional exchange of messages with Junhui, you engulf ina turmoil of emotions. It's as if, you and Jun are in your own world, surrounded by peonies and fog, with rabbits and robins as our audience. It's like your secret garden of tranquility. Maybe it's the similarity of interests, majors or probably both. The passion for eloquent talks over a nice cup of hot tea and smelling the good ol' papers matches no other sense of comfort.

And Junhui. He's got more layers than an onion, and he's not just the stage star or any bookish brainiac. Sure, he's got that whole intellectual thing going on, but beneath it all, he's got a heart of gold.

On your everyday walk down the bumpy lanes to the public library, for your occasional Propaganda, you hear very, loud footsteps on the pebbles, fear slowly overshadowing the feeling of unwanted stalker behind. With your discreet manner of retrieving the pepper-spray from your "I'm Pretty Cool But I Cry A Lot" graphic Tote, you swiftly turn around, only to behold an endearing sight.

A specific blondie who recognized to be Junhui, was crouched down. Apparently he found a lost puppy behind you. It was a sight to see him, scooping up that little golden furball with the utmost care, like he'd just discovered the Holy Grail of cuteness. He even tried to have a conversation with the pup. "Aah, this little fellow was following you. Unlike someone who tags me and never bothered to follow back" he scowls, that was peak sarcasm "And yes. You're paranoid as fuck"

"Better paranoid than being dead" you roll your eyes and discreetly slid the keychain of self defence. Jun peacefully enjoyed the pepper licks from the little pup, "See my friend, two things are infinte. The universe and Humans" he shakes the little legs, "and paranoia"

"If you and your new philosopher friend have a deep chat about the universe, am I free to go?" Jun slowly gets up, watching the pup rush towards it's parent near the corner, and adjusts his new shoulder-bag on his shoulder(ofcourse) Once again he crouches to tie his shoelaces of his annoying-yet-cool Converse.

His back facing you, Jun craned his head upwards to flash a grin, "You know, sometimes a good conversation with a dog is all you need. See the significance of how this universe had a penchant for crafting connections that were simply meant to be, even if it involved deep canine philosophy" "Hmm" and you enter the library, leaving him still tangling the "aglets" of his laces. Out of everyday, today was the day set to deal with him.

He shuts that deep book of his, 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being,' and says, "Not many care about my thoughts. Since you're the only one, currently paying attention...."

"No I'm not" you push your reading-glasses up your nose, without even glancing at the talkative-yet-handsome stage maestro

"Whatever it is, well listen. This book" he begins " It's all politics and fleeting opinions."Jun leans back in his chair, still holding that book. "Also, the book 'The Unbearable Lightness of Being,' it's a real journey into the human condition. Kundera delves into the idea of eternal return and how our choices are burdened by their irreversibility."

You finally tear your eyes away from the particular short stories and look at him. "Eternal return? Irreversibility? Sounds heavy," you say with a smirk. Jun chuckles, clearly used to this sarcasm by now.

Jun takes a moment, his eyes searching for the right words. "So Kundera suggests that we have to find our own meaning in this chaotic world. We have to embrace the 'lightness' of life and accept that our choices matter precisely because they're absolute. Umm hmmm it's..well about finding purpose in our actions, even if they don't have some grand significance. I've done no light reading, that's for sure. But it makes you think about the weight of our decisions and the consequences they carry."

You lean in, interested in his ted-talk. It was hard to tell if this library meeting was a part of the script or not. Jun didn't seem to care, except he flashes his cat-like smile and shakes his head to move the strands off his eyes.

"So, what's your take on it? Do you think we're doomed to repeat our choices, or is there a way to escape that?" Your eyes flutter at his sudden inquiry.

Jun pauses, looking like he's on the verge of unraveling some grand philosophical revelation. "Well, my dear scholar, I'd say Kundera is onto something there. Life is a series of choices, and whether they're as monumental as deciding your major or as trivial as choosing a coffee flavor, they all weave this intricate tapestry of our existence." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But hey, what's the fun in thinking we're 'doomed' to repeat them? If life were a play, wouldn't it be more entertaining to add some unexpected twists and ad-libs to the script?"

You nod, contemplating his words, but there's a flicker of something in your eyes, a hint of vulnerability. "You know, it's funny. I used to feel like I was stuck in this loop of making choices that didn't really matter to anyone but myself. It's like I was just an extra in someone else's blockbuster movie, always pushed to the background." You let out a self-deprecating laugh. "But maybe it's time to change that script, add some plot twists of my own."

Jun raises an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see we're getting personal here. Care to share more about this movie you've been in?"

You chuckle, a mixture of bitterness and humor. "Well, it's a classic story. Girl meets guy, guy gets caught up in his own drama, and girl... well, she just ends up being the backdrop for his scenes. But who wants to be stuck in a supporting role forever, right?"

Jun offers a sympathetic smile, but there's an undercurrent of determination in his voice. "You're right. It's time for you to be the star of your own show. And hey, I'm here if you ever need a co-star or a script doctor." You chuckle and shoot Jun a wry look. "Oh, how generous of you to offer your co-starring services. Just remember, in my show, plot twists are the norm, and character development is questionable at best. Can you handle the chaos?"

He grins, undeterred. "I'm a method actor, ready to dive into any character's insanity. Done this once, will do it again in a heartbeat"

As you contemplate your response about the literature stories, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Well, Jun, when it comes to some of these short stories, I'd say they require a hefty dose of 'men logic.' You know, the kind that leaves everyone scratching their heads, just like trying to decipher a Hemingway novel. But hey, isn't that the fun of it all? With a playful smirk, you add, "Stay delusional, my friend. It suits you."

Ylu didng think jun's "costar" thing would manifest itself.

— Sweet noise

neighbour!junhui x gn!reader | fluff + strangers to lovers (?) + blind attraction | 0.8k

a/n. I was watching a show and i saw this concept with siblings talking to each other like this and I thought it could be a cute pansexual kinda love story. happy birthday to moon junhui even though im a bit late here he deserves all the wishes. I hope y’all enjoy this <33

You could understand where your friends were coming from, but it didn't bother you as much, a warning would have been nice, but you were starting to enjoy the little voice in your wall.

You noticed it in your first week in the building, most of the house was blocked from outside noises but once you entered your room, the distant sounds were hard to ignore. He wasn’t trying to be loud or bother you just minding his business living his life, humming to himself, thinking out loud but you could hear it, sometimes clearer than others.

There had been numerous instances where you had wanted to go knock on your talkative neighbour’s door to ask him to keep it down, but you never did, it wasn’t exactly his fault the walls were bad. You kept it to yourself hoping to meet him coincidentally and bring it up, it would be more casual, but that chance never came up. So you didn’t know your neighbour, but you didn’t not know him, you had heard him talk a lot, about so many things, you had unconsciously started to enjoy hearing his opinion even though it wasn’t for your ears, you were to shy to stop him so you just hoped it would be okay.

It was starting to become a routine, just accepting the noise as background music, enjoying how appeasing his voice felt against your eardrums, sometimes falling asleep to his soft singing. Then you noticed it, a strip of wallpaper had fallen off the wall and you saw the hole, it was small, tennis ball sized, netted like some sort of confessing room, but it was there. The other side was dark, possibly covered by the same shitty wallpaper; you could still hear him blabbering.

Discovering the hole made things more complicated because now it just seemed like a violation of privacy if you didn’t go report it, but you had grown a dumb attachment to the man across the wall. Getting up from your spot beside the hole you manage to knock over your whole nightstand causing a loud crash followed by your simultaneous cussing.

“Fuck!” you let the words out without realizing it, right there by the hole with your hands over your mouth hoping somehow your weak yelling didn’t get through to him.

“Are you okay?” you hear footsteps in your direction listening as they scatter around the room, he heard you clearly now he was looking for you. With a light cough you clear your throat before speaking up again.

“Oh! I’m great and you?” you blurt out, struggling to put everything back together on your side table desperately wanting to escape the situation you had landed yourself in.

“Are you like in the wall or some sort of angel?” light taps on the wall as he speaks right before a finger pokes through the hole, tearing it open, forcing you to move out of sight.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, I thought was imagining women voices” your body moves instinctively back to look through the hole, you had been convinced he had no perception of your existence so it was quite the revelation. The net blurs out all his distinctive attributes so you’re unsure what you’re looking at until he speaks again, “You have a really cute laugh”

“I didn’t laugh though” now he’s the one laughing, it’s impossible to make out anything you see through the hole, but you are sure he’s moved away, but his voice is still near.

“I hear your voice often, it’s usually faint but it’s grown on me. you have this cute rhythmic giggle it’s… it’s sweet”

He was just as you thought he would be, even talking to you now he just says the words as they come, the slight hesitation at the end made the words touch your heart. Knowing yourself, you didn’t get swooned by compliments especially from strangers but maybe it was the familiar voice, you couldn’t help the burning sensation building up from the tips of your ears.

“Most of the time laughing cause of you.”

“I know.” it’s almost a whisper, a breath that escaped.

“Sometimes I’d say something absurd cause I knew you would laugh, I’d lean on this wall just to hear you better”

You can’t place the feeling, it felt absurd being so easily swayed by a voice that you had no face to place with. There was nothing romantic about the scene but somehow everything was romantic about the scene. Was it luck or maybe fate, you had never been one to look for connections in faces but that was all that had been pushed your way; all you wanted was something authentic.

“Is the singing for me too?” you mumble under your breath unable to keep your smile to yourself, you can hear his smile as his voice gets louder coming directly from the hole.

“Would that be too much?” its a genuine question, this is a completely new pace, for both of you.

“I like your voice.” leaning over to the hole peeking through, his smile is so evident even with the mesh obscuring your view, what a smile. “Does the voice have a name?”

“Jun’s voice.”

ty for reading feedback is much appreciated

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ─── IT'S JUN DAY!

it's no secret that i'm an absolute goner for Junhui. he's the reason I started this blog and writing in first place - he's also the reason I got into Seventeen in the first place.

Junhui is the sole reason I became a fan of Seventeen and I make sure everybody knows because he's the kindest and the most beautiful person ever. I still remember watching his drama when I wasn't even a Carat at first. I remember being so enthralled by him because he was just so so Junhui.

When I first got into Seventeen it was all, holy shit it's the guy from the c-drama I was absolutely in love with! And every single day after that, I can only say I fell more in love with everything that is him.

Being a huihui at heart, it's not easy to be okay with the way he always seems to be at a loss when it comes to being loved by fans, or being protected by their company. It's not right to pretend that we don't notice the way he's treated differently to the point he has to film his own bts vlogs and walk around airports with barely any security. It hurts to know that he's being treated like that when he's one of the most talented and kindest people out there.

We can only hope that he receives the amount of love that he deserves all the time. I'm more and more proud of him every day and I hope he gets to rest well and stay happy through all this hysteria as well. I hope every Carat out there realise how precious his heart is and gives him the same kind of love that you show the others ♡

I hope all his hard work gets something in return and I can't wait to see him achieving more and more in the future!! I hope he also knows that he's so so loved across the world, I hope he feels it in his heart

-`♡´-

feel free to rant to me about jun anytime jksjks i love him so much

Omg, I just read your Joshua headcanons and… WOW! Absolutely speechless. Could you maybe do it with Jun too <3? Just like the person that requested the Joshua one, I’d love to read both BF and NSFW headcanons, but if you don’t have time, I’d love some NSFW Jun headcanons, hehehe. Have a nice day, love your work :)

ᝰ.ᐟ 🥣 — M.JH ; ! boyfriend headcanons

sfw & nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+.

📓 ! I think junhui wouldn’t be talkative at first not bc he doesn’t want to but because he is too shy or scared to fuck up infront of a beauty like you.

📓 ! when he warms up to you I think he’s very clingy like it’s so adorable, like everything about him you would know & vice versa.

📓 ! cuddling is a must for you both, like attachment issues? yes you guys are so physical, & you aren’t shy about it cuddling, kissing, holding hands that’s just your thing.

📓 ! random thought but when you saw junhui’s drama you sulked cuz your boyfriend is your boyfriend like what??? he spent the whole night apologizing in every way possible making it up for you & showing that your his :(.

📓 ! junhui loves to send you couples stuff & say “could be us” then with a heart emoji like yes boyfriend of the century.

📓 ! ou you have to tell him that you love him before practice or anything he has or my man is gonna sulk!

📓 ! I think he would send you pics of something saying it reminded him of you because huihui is so whipped for you like-.

📓 ! oh you guys would do the eyeball color bracelets trend like it’s so you guys.

📓 ! sometimes I think jun likes to be a little spoon when you guys cuddle, he feels so much warmth & love from I can’t my finger on it it’s seems so him coded.

📓 ! you guys would go to these cat cafes together & like spend all the day laughing at how the cats are cute, plus hui would kiss you like every second bc of how cute you are !!.

📓 ! with fights I think junhui is more well avoidant of arguments, I think you & junhui would have a more communication style of arguments, you guys would avoid the actual yelling, & dramatic scenes.

📓 ! also I think jun loves leaving hickeys on you but not on a sexual basis but moreover because he thinks it’s a sacred way of showing his love & affection.

📓 ! also he would have a wall of your pics in poloroids like it’s so cute ( you have it too btw ).

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ nsfw starting from this point.

📓 ¡ now I think junhui could be a sub or dom but totally leans in a dom side but he’s such a fucking tease not a mean dom no but he’s looves to tease you.

📓 ¡ like I said junhui looves to mark you up every inch of your body like from neck to ass to boobs he will not be satisfied till he marks you up.

📓 ¡ his foreplay is crazyyyy, like he doesn’t get to babymaking that fast he will tease you till your begging, tears are falling down your cheeks, I think he loves to play with your tits & clit so much edging you till you squirt from being overwhelmed lol.

📓 ¡ idk why but I think he has a lil bilingual kink here or there, like he’d call you his dirty princess in mandarin & you don’t know what he’s saying, you’ll just moan out from how hot he is saying that.

📓 ¡ when he subs, you both love when you put a lil heart butt-plug in him like my baby is gonna be so hard just from the thought of that.

📓 ¡ junhui has a must to words of affirmation during intimacy even if it’s a simple “I love you” it means so much to him to know the feeling of during love making .

📓 ¡ he has a thing for seeing his cum all over your back & ass, it just makes him wanna go for more seeing all his liquids all over you, assures him that your his & only his.

📓 ¡ oh he looves you riding him, it’s his fav position he absolutely fucking adores it !! like seeing you all needy bouncing on him tits going up & down with you ugh :(

📓 ¡ also he adores dryhumping omg, like he would absolutely fuck you just from clothes on, seeing the big patch forming on your panties would make him hazy.

📓 ¡ huihui is obsessed with you, when you dress all up pretty for him in a pretty lacy set with some stockings god you know your in for a night.

📓 ¡ I just have a thought of him having his cock pierced like it’s so fuckin hot when the slides in you, you feel that cold feeling of the metal in you, you would just scream from that.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! i hope you enjoy this bby!!!

sunkissed

member — husband!jun x reader genre — fluff word count — 2.8k synopsis — this year for your anniversary, jun takes you on a trip down memory lane through the flowers of your past. warnings — the time skips between past & present, reader wears a dress at the end, some kissing, very brief cheol & seokmin cameos. nothing too extreme but they're a gross adorable happy married couple notes — this is for @svthub's secret garden collab! this fic is very special to me for many reasons but mostly because it's based on a little beach town where we used to go when i was growing up and i have so many fond memories of that experience (and also because i love jun hehe). i hope you enjoy :)

one reblog = one bouquet of flowers from jun 💐

“jun, can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

he shakes his head, a grin across his face. “nope! it’s a surprise.”

you frown and cross your arms, sitting down on the bed. “well, how am i supposed to know what to pack, then, if i don’t know where we’re going?”

jun pauses, his brow furrowed. “oh. yeah.” suddenly he pulls out his phone, studying the screen carefully, and you can’t help but laugh at him. 

“what are you doing now?” you ask.

he looks up at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “checking the weather,” he says. “it’s supposed to be nice and warm but the weather app says it’ll be windy, so pack a jacket.” he pauses, thinking. “maybe more than one jacket.”

you stand and walk over to your closet, pulling out two hangers: a long brown coat, and a thin cardigan. “which one?”

his face lights up and he laughs, pointing to the coat. “that one, for sure.”

“excuse me, do you need some help?”

ice cold drops of rain pour down around you as you stand underneath the overhang in front of the grocery store, cursing yourself for not checking the weather more thoroughly before you went out today. it had been a deceptively sunny day earlier, but during the rainy spring season you never know when the weather will flip on a dime and the skies open up like they have today. your outfit had been perfect for the sunshine, but now it’s nowhere near enough to protect you from the rain.

at the sound of a voice you turn and see a tall man coming out of the store behind you, a plastic thank-you bag sticking out from under his arm. “do you live far?” he asks. “you can borrow my umbrella, if you want.”

you start to tell him no, you’re fine thanks, but you pause when you study his face a little closer, realizing you recognize him. “you look familiar… do i know you?”

he nods his head a little in response. “aren’t you seungcheol’s friend? i’ve seen you at his parties sometimes— you were at new year’s, right?”

you give him a nod, relaxing a little now that you know he’s friendly, but you’re still surprised when he says your name. “yep, that’s me,” you say with a polite laugh. “but i’m sorry, i don’t remember your name.”

“don’t worry about it,” he grins. “i’m junhui, by the way, but my friends call me jun. you can call me jun.” 

you stick out your hand, and he shakes it enthusiastically. “well, it’s very nice to officially meet you, jun,” you smile. 

“so, about that umbrella,” he says.

“oh, no, i’m alright,” you say, waving him off. “i’m not far away. just working up the courage to sprint back home,” you say with a laugh.

“let me give you a ride,” he says. “a little bit shorter of a sprint for you, at least? i live at the apartments a couple blocks down, it’s not out of my way.”

“i’ll be fine,” you say, shaking your head as a gust of wind nearly knocks you over. “but it’s very kind of you to offer.”

he frowns a little. “well, i can’t in good conscience let you go running around in the rain without an umbrella or anything,” he says, thinking. he shifts his bag of groceries to his other arm and starts shrugging off his coat. “here, take my jacket. your outfit would get all ruined in the rain.”

you want to tell him no again, but the rain continues to pour around you, and your shoes are already soaked in water. and his coat does look pretty warm… 

“okay, fine,” you say finally, accepting the clothing from him and slipping your arms into the sleeves as he tosses it around your shoulders. “but how do i get it back to you?”

“are you going to cheol’s housewarming party next weekend?” he asks, and you nod. “you can give it to me then.”

“alright. i’ll take good care of it for you,” you say with a smile, and he grins in response.

“i’m really sorry, i’ve gotta rush off to a meeting,” he says, checking his watch. “but it was nice meeting you, and i hope we see each other again soon!”

he gives you a little wave, then dashes off into the rain, holding his plastic bag over his head to protect himself. you pull the hood of his coat up over your head, feeling a little guilty for leaving him without a jacket; but he had offered, and you would see him again anyway. you’d have to figure out a way to repay him next time you saw him.

“now will you tell me where we’re going?”

the warm morning breeze brushes against your cheeks as you roll the windows down, resting your elbow out of the car. you lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, glancing over at jun in the driver’s seat. the wind blows his hair around in his face, a tousled flurry of brown against his tan skin.

you still have no idea where you’re headed for your anniversary trip, and it looks like jun has no intention of letting you know anytime soon. but that thought couldn’t be farther from your mind as you watch jun drive, buzzing in his seat with how excited he is to reveal his plans.

“nope,” he says, and you whine in response. “but you’ll see soon enough.” he grins at you and reaches across the seat to rest his hand on your leg, and you rest your hand on top of his, tilting your head against the seat to look out the window.

as he drives along the road, the city gets less and less dense until you’re out on a long back road, nothing but green fields and tall grass as far as the eye can see. eventually jun pulls off onto a dirt path and stops the car in a tiny parking lot. a small wooden sign announces the name of the park, along with a note that reminds visitors to pick up their trash. 

he pulls the keys out of the ignition and turns to you, grinning. you smile back at him, waiting for him to say something. “is this your big surprise… ?”

he laughs, leaning over the center console to kiss your cheek before opening his door. “no. this is just lunch.”

he gets out of the car and pops open the trunk, pulling out a small cooler and a blanket before shutting it again. he holds out his hand to you, motioning for you to follow him, and when you take his hand he squeezes a little, turning back to smile at you before leading you over to a shady spot in the grass.

he spreads the picnic blanket out and you start to open the cooler to help him set up, but he swats your hand away playfully. “let me do it,” he pouts, and you can’t ever say no to him, especially when he’s gone through such lengths to plan all this, so you let him continue on with what he’s doing.

he pulls out a bottle of sparkling apple juice and two plastic champagne flutes, handing one to you so he can pour yours out first, before pouring his own and setting the bottle down.

“we’ll have the real stuff once we get to the hotel,” he says with a grin, holding up his glass to clink with yours.

“oh, so we’re staying at a hotel?” you say, raising your eyebrows at him as you take a sip.

he scowls. “you’re not getting any info out of me until we get there, so don’t even try!”

you laugh, laying down on your side on the blanket, and he pulls out paper-wrapped sandwiches from the cooler. he looks at them both and then hands you yours, with your name printed in careful but messy lettering and little hearts drawn around it in sharpie.

it’s so cute you almost don’t want to ruin it by opening it, and you look at it fondly for such a long time that by the time you finally start to unwrap it, jun is already halfway done with his. you call his name, holding back a laugh when he looks up from his sandwich with mustard smeared on one corner of his mouth and up his cheek. “what?” he asks, mouth full.

“nothing,” you giggle, reaching over to wipe the mustard off his face with your thumb before wiping your hand with a napkin. “i just love you.”

“number 36, two ham and swiss for jun?”

the barista calls out the order, and jun jumps out of his seat to go grab the food. despite being the middle of the day, there isn’t much of a lunch crowd in the cafe this afternoon. 

after seeing jun again at your friend seungcheol’s get-together, you’d really hit it off, and you’d casually offered to get lunch with him sometime. and as luck would have it, your schedules lined up so that you both had a free afternoon the very next day. jun had recommended the cafe down the street owned by his friend seokmin, raving on and on about his chocolate chip muffins, and you’d been convinced. 

he comes back to the table a second later holding a little wood tray with two sandwiches, carefully handing you yours before sitting down again. 

not only does the sandwich end up being great, but the company you’re with ends up being the best part of the lunch. getting to know jun is more fun than you’ve ever had, and when you look down to check your watch and realize that you’ll be late to work if you stay any longer, you’re honestly disappointed it has to end here.

“do you wanna go out again sometime?” jun asks nervously as you both stand up. “maybe… dinner or something, next time?”

“yeah.” pushing your chair in, you give him a bright smile. “i would really like that. dinner sounds great.”

he grins, and you can almost see his cheeks flush a little as he follows you out of the cafe. walking back to your car parked next to his on the sidewalk, he tells you all about the new recipes he’s been wanting to try and how he can’t wait to show you his favorites, already eager to cook you dinner.

being around him feels like you’ve known each other for years, and in that moment you realize this lunch is only a first date with jun. he’s already making plans for a second, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

he helps you into your car and gives you a wave before walking away to get into his own. and long after his car has pulled away and you’re still sitting in the parking lot, you can’t help but smile, thinking about how wonderful today has been and how much you’re looking forward to seeing him again.

“we’re here, baby, are you awake?”

jun’s soft voice pulls you out of your nap and you blink slowly, sitting up and massaging the kink in your neck from sleeping against the window. you had wanted to stay awake to see where jun was taking you, but with the excitement from packing you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and the feeling of warm sunshine on your face and the rolling of the car had put you right to sleep.

rubbing your eyes, you stare out the window to see what he’s talking about, but it only takes you a few seconds to immediately recognize where you are. “jun!” you gasp, looking over at him, and he beams back at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“surprise,” he giggles, watching your giddy reaction as he drives along the familiar coastal highway. it’s the same little town you spent your honeymoon with him years ago, that you’ve always said you’d wanted to visit again but between both of your busy lives you haven’t had the chance to.

you roll down the window, sticking your head out of the car and inhaling the fresh, salty sea air.

jun pulls into the hotel parking lot: a little inn that, by the looks of it, hasn’t changed much since the last time you were here. you hop out and come around to meet jun at the other side of the car and he gives you a kiss on the cheek as he stands up, shutting the car door and taking your hand to lead you to the front office to check in.

when you pull open the door, the front desk is decorated just like how you remember it. paintings of ocean scenes hang on the walls, and driftwood and seashells sit atop every antique wooden table. you walk across the room to pick up a magazine off one of the tables, flipping through it to see advertisements for local restaurants, wine tastings, and local art shows.

you’re so invested reading an article about the owner of the inn, that you don’t notice how jun lowers his voice talking to the man at the front desk, whispering and nodding quickly before he hands the room keys to your husband. he grins and shakes the man’s hand before calling your name, and you turn around and grab his hand again, ready to go see your room.

jun hands you the keys and lets you lead the way, tugging him after you. muscle memory comes back to you as your feet carry you up the stairs to the same room you’d stayed in so long ago. he follows after you, unable to hide the smile on his face as he sees your excitement. it’s not often you get to go on vacation together, and he’s determined to make sure this anniversary is one you won’t forget.

outside the room you unlock the door, but when you see what’s inside you nearly drop everything you’re holding. the entire room is covered in flowers, with pink rhododendrons and pretty white blooms in vases on every table and rose petals scattered across the bed. by the mini refrigerator there’s a bottle of champagne resting in a bucket of ice, a little note attached with a bow around the neck of the bottle.

you turn around and jun is right behind you, beaming like a little kid that’s just been told they can have dessert before dinner as he watches your reaction. it had cost him a lot to get the owner to do all this extra stuff, but when jun had talked to him on the phone he was more than happy to help him plan it all out for such a special occasion.

you throw your arms around him and he giggles, walking you backwards into the room. the luggage in the open car trunk is long forgotten as his lips press against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“are you ready?”

jun asks from the driver’s seat as you sit beside him in the car. your dress bunches up around you as you turn to look at him, pushing the fabric out of the way so you can lean across the cupholders to kiss him, the first of many kisses today and over the years that will come.

he smiles against your lips before pulling away to start the car, and you look out your passenger side window one more time. all of your friends and family stand outside the car, waving and cheering and holding bouquets of bright pink rhododendrons.

jun twists around to look behind him at the rear window, where the words “just married” are written in chalk marker, as he reverses out of the parking lot.

once everyone is out of sight, you begin to relax into your seat, kicking off the shoes that have been hurting your feet all night. you’re leaving before any of your guests are, having stayed at the reception just long enough to cut the cake and have your first dance, so it’s still early enough in the evening to have some time to yourselves

“where are we going?” you ask, reclining the seat a little with a sigh as you gaze out the window. the stars are beginning to come out, little twinkling lights in the sky, and you smile as you think about today, finally a moment to relax and reflect on everything.

your new husband grins and shakes his head, sliding one hand across the seat to intertwine his fingers with yours. “nope. it’s a surprise.”

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