Wow Ive Found Another Favorite

Wow I’ve found another favorite

in the stars, in the river (the reality of everything) . xu minghao

pairing - xu minghao x female!reader genre - angst, fluff; college!au, soulmate!au warning - explicit language, mild alcohol and drug abuse words - 8.493

summary - “Love is born into every human being,” he says, suddenly smiling. “Plato.”

Or; in which the things your soulmate cherishes most appear as tattoos on your skin and Minghao and you look for places to belong.

note - fee stop giving your fics long titles challenge failed. also this is SO impossibly cheesy I’m so sorry but at least now that it’s done i can go back to finishing those requests i’m sorry. the title is a quote from virginia woolfe’s night and day.

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Lovely, definitely a favorite!

talk it out // l.jh

this is unnecessary, you think. you shouldn’t be fighting like this, with words that pierce and tears that prick at both your eyes. the two of you don’t find the need to shout but you are stubborn and he is even more so.

‘when did you ever think about what i wanted? when did i ever have a choice? all this time, it’s been you, you, you!’ you say, feeling the energy drain out of you. you deflate just a bit, shoulders slumping in exhaustion.

'did you ever care about me? about the things i wanted?’ you look at him, bleary eyes desperately searching his face for any kind of answer.

something, you need something.

jihoon doesn’t look you in the eye. instead he remains facing the window of your living room, running a hand through his hair in frustration as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

’jihoon, say something’ you plead. 'please’.

jihoon runs a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with his arms folding across his chest. you stare at him, still waiting, hoping, that he’d talk to you. that he’d understand.

silence passes between the two of you. to others, it would have only been a few minutes but it feels like hours to you. a frown settles itself on your face and you let out a sigh, your heart dropping at the fact that jihoon couldn’t even speak to you.

'suit yourself jihoon. this’ you say gesturing between the two of you as jihoon shoots you a surprised expression 'is supposed to be a relationship. and people talk in relationships, jihoon. that’s how things work. and we’ you said, pausing for a bit as your throat choked up. you take a deep breath before continuing 'aren’t working out.’

turning on your heel to walk towards the bedroom, you make it about half-way down the hall before rapid footsteps sound behind you and a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist to pull you back.

you let out a gasp as jihoon buries his face in your shoulder.

'jih-’ you start, but stop when his arms tighten further on your waist.

'can we stop. can we just not talk?’ he says into your shoulder. you move to unwrap his arms from your waist, wanting to just be alone for a while to sort yourself out. but jihoon is adamant about letting you go, gripping onto you tighter than you had imagined.

'please just let me hold you’ he whispers into your shoulder and you freeze.

never, never had you heard him sound so defeated. so quiet. it wasn’t like him at all. not the jihoon who would laugh so freely, not the jihoon that smiled at you thinking you didn’t notice.

this jihoon was tired, scared and desperate.

you close your eyes, breathing in while hesitantly placing hand over the ones on your waist. jihoon turns you around slowly in hus arms and cups your face lightly.

'jihoon’

'i’m sorry. i’m sorry for not being here and i’m sorry for putting you through this.’ he whispers to you, closing his eyes and leaning in to place his forehead against yours.

you bite your lip and grip the hand on your cheek. 'w-we have to talk, okay? we can’t keep going like this.’ you choke out, bringing your hand up to wipe the tears on his face. 'i miss you, jihoon’ you whisper to him.

'i know and i’m sorry i never did. my love, i would do anything for you.’

you let out a choked laugh and smile at him, caressing your thumb over his cheek.

'i know’

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

Damn that was a trip, a very good one

until next july 15th

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader genre/theme: friends to lover + slow burn + romance wc: 11k warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex a/n: quite heavily based on the movie One Day 

July 15, 2003

You pull yourself out from the water and wrap yourself in your favorite baby blue towel. Checking the time, you realize you’ve spent longer than you meant in the pool. Must’ve been the stress. At least you now have an excuse to call.

It goes straight to message. “Hey, hi. Sorry, I’m just calling to let you I’m gonna be a little late tonight. My swim went a bit longer than planned, and I still have to run all those errands so yeah. And well, uh, I just also wanted to say sorry for, well, this past week frankly. But especially this morning, I don’t know, I was really snappy and um, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that from me. Okay anyways, I’ll see you when I get back. And just yeah, I’m sorry.”

You take one more test before you go.

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w.jh | you’re worth every second of my time

✧˚ * . pairing: junhui x reader

✧.⊹ * prompt: “you’re worth every second of my time”

✧· . ˚ word count: 621

✧°̥∗⡱ warning: angst

✧ ⋆: + dedicated to, @moon-uwu-hui

[ you made my dream m.list ]

Everything rushed back to you through chance. A worn out photo. Taken two, no, three years ago — it was in the park, or just outside your old high school, maybe China — details were fuzzy, but did it really matter?

“Junhui, hurry up! We’ll miss the ferry!”

“We have plenty of time… Oh crap it’s leaving — run, RUN!”

You stare at the picture, a gasp stuck in your throat.

Your fingers run over the shiny photo, brushing the cheek of the boy you can recite his secrets from, his long haircut never making you fail to laugh, a simpler time when dreams and promises were on your mind. 

“We’ll be together until the end, right?”

“If that’s what you want Junhui, I won’t mind.”

Promises with him, to stay with him.

You just… Fell apart.

As days passed by, you waited for him longer. He wasn’t answering texts when you needed him the most, and when you’d stay up for nights to just get one message you only faced with disappointment.

No, you weren’t sad. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he couldn’t pick up at the moment. Maybe he was going through something too. You ignored the small matter, it wasn’t it was like a big deal anyway. No one needed to know.

“Are you busy next weekend?”

“Kinda, it’s evaluation week for my company, sorry.”

“Oh,”

“I’ll make it up to you!”

A point came where Junhui wasn’t telling you things, which hurt the first time you heard, but you kept mute, no one needs to know.

You would hear news from his other friends — yet you were supposed to be the one to hear about this, not them — they didn’t know Junhui like you knew him.

Life became harder when you had other matters that weighed you down, stones piling behind your back one by one until it felt numb. Sure, you had no one to run to, but no one needed to know.

Yet all the things that pent up inside reach it’s limit and stupidly, very stupidly, you dial a number off by heart as if it was second nature.

“Hello?”

“Junhui, I…” Say something. Say something. “Sorry,” you sniff, “I just realised I’m calling for nothing. Sorry for wasting your time.”

“You’re worth every second of my time.”

Your heart stops at the words, scared — terrified — to believe them. He wasn’t even in the country anymore, he was in Korea to chase his dream and you allowed it to happen.

“I think I’m just tired,” easily you excuse, biting a lip to conceal the tears brimming, “I’ll call you about it next time. Night.”

You never called him after that.

And the boy who you kept close to your heart was now known publicly as Wen Junhui of SEVENTEEN. One quick search and pages about him would pop up within seconds. 

He looked like your Junhui, smiled like your Junhui, but was he still yours?

Now his members probably more know about him more than you knew him, he probably had you long forgotten just how was during your withering youth together, drifting away when entering adulthood.

Together until the end. What a bunch of broken promises shattered to the floor.

If you had the chance to go back, you would, to explain the stupid worries in your head, to confess the things going on in your life, to admit the jealousy within when his friends would grow closer and left you as his last option.

You would go back in hopes that it would change everything.

However the chance was late, you know why? No one needed to know.

Bittersweet; your first love was as close as a stranger.

dom jeonghan is a CONCEPT

I feel this SO HARD.

I feel like on most days he’s a soft dom but when he’s had a tough day he would be rough. He would like you on display! Ribbons, fluffy cuffs, etc, ugh this is such a concept! He would just love taking his time with you and edging to the fullest,

I can’t this whole concept has me rekt after the comeback come on did you see Jeonghan