VERNON | HIT @ Inkigayo 20190811

VERNON | HIT @ inkigayo 20190811

“seokmin is here.”

two years ago, that sentence would have sent butterflies careening through your stomach. a smile threatening to break out, a quick glimpse stolen from the corner of your eye, a small golden ball of hope — perfectly warm and spherical — settling in your chest.

now, it only brings dread, a tangle of it trapped under your ribcage.

two years ago, seokmin was the boy you’d fallen head over heels for. one year ago, he was the boyfriend you were still head over heels for. one month ago, he became the ex-boyfriend, and you weren’t really sure if you were head over heels or not anymore.

right person, wrong time? or maybe that was a feeble excuse you conjured to settle the dregs of regret. either way: graduation was creeping up — your post-university paths couldn’t be more different — he was moving, you were staying — nothing was aligned.

so now: one month after the breakup. your favourite café, a concerned best friend in front of you, and your ex-boyfriend in the queue for a coffee. (iced vanilla latte, whipped cream, pain au chocolat.)

“you can go,” you say, after a long moment, to your friend. chan had been about to leave anyway, an appointment he couldn’t miss — you’d intended to stay and get some studying done. and when chan is gone, after much persuasion, you take one more look at the back of seokmin’s head and decide that actually, you can’t.

everything is shoved haphazardly into your bag, wires tangled and keys jangling, but your only aim is to get out of there. before you do something stupid.

you have, however, forgotten to factor in one major problem: it’s raining.

you don’t have an umbrella — you don’t even have a jacket, because it was hot as hell when you set out earlier in the day, and suddenly now, at the most inconvenient possible time, the heavens have decided to open and pour out their misery. so you stand outside the door for a minute, eyeing the rain, shivering a little, wondering if it would be stupid to just make a dash for it, or if maybe you can call chan back, or maybe —

“i have an umbrella.”

you don’t need to turn to recognise that voice, but you do anyway, and your eyes fall on lee seokmin. half-uncertain, half-sheepish, he meets your eyes with a small smile and a black umbrella he holds out over your head.

“thanks,” you manage finally, voice so quiet he has to strain to hear it over the pattering of raindrops. but his eyes have moved past you, over your shoulder, up.

“look,” he says softly. “a rainbow.”

you turn, and it’s there; one of the clearest you’ve seen. something catches in your throat — you swallow it down — and instead, you stand there. silence, side by side with the boy who will have a piece of your heart forever.

(are those raindrops on your cheeks, or tears?)

your hand brushes against his, one last time, and the rain stops. you step out from under his umbrella. one last look at him. this is how he stays in your memories: soft eyes and bright smile, stood under a smudged pink sky.

an / every time i proofread something i wrote i want to curl up into a ball and never write again. so it’s not proofread. also if someone could take the italics button away from me, that would be appreciated.

requested by @hannyoontify for my 1k event! hope u like it kie❣️sending all the hugs in the world. song prompt: rain by sekai no owari

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“imagine,” you declare, with a magnificent sweep of the arm, “if we never met.”

wonwoo furrows his brows at those words. “why,” he begins finally, perplexion creeping into his voice, “would i want to imagine that?”

you shrug. lean over him to reach for the wooden spoon; it’s baking day, if 3 in the morning can be considered day. “i don’t know,” you say distractedly — the tip of your tongue slips out when you concentrate on scooping. “it’s a hypothetical question. what do you think you’d be doing? if we never met, and fell in love?”

there’s a comfortable ease in the way you say love. you know he means it; he knows you mean it.

“right now?” he casts a glance at the clock; he likes to tease you. “probably sleeping.”

you glance up then, features arranged blank and unimpressed. half-pout, half-scowl.

that’s not what gets him, though. what gets him is your eyes; soft. bright. they twinkle a little, or maybe it’s just the kitchen light, but whatever it is, it takes his breath away — just for one short, ephemeral moment. perfect, he thinks, as he looks at you. threadbare t-shirt, brownie mix on your arm, smudge of flour on your nose. and he’ll think it a hundred times more before the cakes are even out the oven.

“i love you.” he says it out loud, those three overworked words that sum up the jumble of images and words and intangible abstract commodities that breeze through his mind when he looks at you. the words feel insufficient sometimes — like now — but it’s the closest he can get.

you laugh, then, throwing a chocolate chip at him. “nerd.” a smile that’s teasing, but gentler at the edges. “i love you too.”

an / none of u understand the full extent of my feelings abt this man. UGHHH.

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JEONGHAN HOT, TMEA 2023

this feels like bullying. user toruro has hurt my feelings and i don’t think i can ever show my face again on tumblr dot com.

no way

can u go back on anon

Seventeen as things mika has said to me:

Seungcheol:

Jeonghan:

Joshua: (she didnt say this to me but its funny ok)

Jun:

Hoshi:

Wonwoo:

Jihoon:

Dokyeom:

Mingyu:

Minghao:

Seungkwan:

Vernon:

Dino:

Bonus #1 (hoshi + woozi):

Bonus #2

@toruro ily