Comforting | Bang Chan

comforting | bang chan

pairing: chan x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: depression, overall “sadness” talk

word count: 774 

summary: in which you’re not feeling like yourself, but chan is there to help you

a/n: i haven’t been feeling the best, so i wrote this chan drabble to help myself feel better. i hope this helps you, whoever you are, if you’re not feeling like yourself, too

you: can u come over?

chan: yeah. something up?

you: no. just wanna hang

door’s unlocked

i’ll be in the living room

it only took chan fifteen minutes to make it to your apartment, finding you buried in a blanket atop your couch. your eyes were on the television, but you didn’t seem very interested in what was going on. he could tell from your blank expression.

“honey, i’m home,” your friend sang with a smile, not gaining much of a reaction from you other than a nod. chan sighed slightly, pursing his lips at your form. something was clearly wrong.

“mind if i get in on this blanket action?” chan asked, earning a hum from you. he watched as you struggled to sit up, fixing the blankets so he could sit with you. chan kicked his shoes off, placing them by the front door before making his way to you.

you had expected him to sit beside you, but he picked you up instead, sitting down and having you lay on his body. his back sat against the couch arm as his legs sprawled out across the cushions. he wrapped the blankets around the two of you, hugging your body close to him.

“so...” he trailed off, watching as you lazily rested your head against his chest. your eyes were on the television again, not really watching the show that was playing. “what’s got you down in the dumps?”

“i’m not… in the dumps,” you mumbled, but you knew that chan was smart. he was observant, and he cared. sometimes you wish he didn’t care as much as he did.

“really? hm, i guess you’re right. i mean, this is the happiest you’ve ever looked,” he stated sarcastically, eyes peering down at you. you sighed, looking away from the television. you stared at the floor, eyes tracing the lines of the wood.

“fine... i’m not okay,” you admitted, even though you knew he already knew that. “i don’t know why, though. it sucks when this happens. i hate feeling like this, especially when i don’t know why i’m feeling this way.”

“well, you’ve been going through a lot. it’s probably just catching up to you now,” chan reasoned, one of his hands starting to run up and down your back. it felt comforting, and you nearly let your eyes close at the relaxing feeling. you wrapped your arms around chan, sighing again before speaking.

“i just wish i couldn’t feel anything,” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows as you glared at the ground.

“i understand,” chan sighed with you, his hand now running through your hair. “but these feelings we have... they remind us that we are alive. i know that sounds like bullshit a therapist would say, but it’s true.”

“you said it, not me.”

“oh, whatever!” chan shook his head and chuckled softly at your words, holding you tighter as he continued. “anyway, i‘ve had feelings like yours too - i’ve told you about them. they last from a few hours to a few months - to a few years, sometimes. but i keep living; i keep going on because i have a life to live. and so do you.”

“i know that, but... sometimes i wish i could just... press pause,” you explained, earning a nod from your friend. “it gets too much sometimes... i just need a break, you know?”

“i know,” he reassured you. you believed him. chan had come to you with his similar feelings many times before. you felt comforted to know that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

“thank you for being here.” you hugged chan tightly, closing your eyes when you felt them grow wet with fresh tears.

“i’m always here for you.” he liked to remind you this a lot. it was comforting, having someone to be by your side during these times. “hey, we can put life on pause for now, okay? what’s say you and i go to your room and take a nap until dinner?”

“chan... it’s one in the afternoon.”

“five hour nap. sounds good to me. you in?”

you smiled for the first time that day, sitting up and nodding your head. you followed chan into your room and for the rest of the evening, you and your best friend slept soundly. for dinner, chan ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant, and the pair of you watched your favorite show as you munched on your food. life seemed to get a bit better with chan, and you were grateful to have him by your side.

these feelings are worth feeling, and this life is worth living. thank you, bang chan, for being a friend during these difficult times.

BESTIE U REBLOGGED THE SLAPPING YOUR BIAS POST FROM ME AND I CANT WITH YOUR TAGS DNENWNWK STOP😭😭

PLSSS the unnecessary math i did to figure out how much everyone would get if i hypothetically slapped all of svt for 6 million dollars…… glad u enjoyed it

to wish impossible things | jeon wonwoo/yoon jeonghan

pairing: wonwoo x jeonghan

genre: angst, fluff, past love

warnings: language, mild smut, kissing, dry humping(?), i can’t think of anything else so please tell me if there’s more

word count: 3704 

summary: in which wonwoo and jeonghan reminisce about their past on wonwoo's wedding night

a/n: this is the first member x member fic i’ve ever finished… if it doesn’t do well here i posted it on ao3 (which is where i think it’ll do better tbh). pls enjoy it and make sure to play the final song when the link comes up to make the ending better :D

“I’m going to get some air, okay?”

It was the first time throughout the entire night when Wonwoo could finally be alone, the wedding reception bustling with old and new friends who wanted to catch up with the newly married idol. He felt his husband (it felt so surreal to say that) squeeze his hand, a worried glance spared his way, but Wonwoo quickly eased Mingyu’s worries with a reassuring smile. The elder of the two waltzed past the dance floor, being stopped by a few guests before approaching the door to the balcony of the venue. He slid the door open, a gust of the cold, October air swirling around him as he stepped outside and shut the door behind him. He hugged himself tightly, taking a seat on one of the metal chairs that were placed outside. He sighed at the now muffled voices from inside, bringing his hands together to warm them.

The view was better at night, Wonwoo concluded as he observed the lively city of Seoul. He remembered the first night he spent in Seoul as a young child, telling himself that he would never get tired of the city. He smiled softly as he recalled his past, his slightly tipsy state putting him in a melancholic mood.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice interrupted his trip down memory lane, Wonwoo not even needing to look to know who was at the door. He could recognize Jeonghan’s voice faster than he cared to admit. The mentioned man slid the door shut, then moved to sit down on the chair beside Wonwoo. “Shit,” he muttered, shifting slightly in his seat. “These chairs are cold.”

“Metal is a thermal conductor,” Wonwoo stated, leaning comfortably (or as comfortably as he could) against the chair’s back. Jeonghan hummed at his words, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked out to the city.

Wonwoo turned his head, eyes on Jeonghan as the elder smiled at the view. Wonwoo wondered if Jeonghan’s thoughts were the same as his, that Seoul was beautiful and that he could never grow tired of it. He wondered if memories of their members and his life played through his mind like they did in his own.

“Do you remember that one night you, Joshua and I went out to the convenience store and ate nearly ten packs of ramen?” Jeonghan spoke up, not looking at Wonwoo as the words left his mouth. Wonwoo nodded, eyes moving away from Jeonghan and back onto the city. So he was thinking of the past.

“The one by our dorm, yeah. We almost got caught for that,” Wonwoo mentioned, hearing Jeonghan giggle to himself. Wonwoo felt his heart pound at the sound.

“Yeah, we did. Actually, I did,” Jeonghan informed, moving so his hands were placed under his thighs. The suit jacket wasn’t doing much to keep him warm, and neither were the thin pants Seungcheol bought him. He tucked his feet under the chair, smiling over at Wonwoo. The latter turned his head, eyes widened slightly at his hyung.

“You did? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly make it known,” Jeonghan stated, eyes falling to the ground as he recalled the memory.

“Yoon Jeonghan, come here,” their dance instructor beckoned, all eyes falling onto the newer member of their group. The boy kept his composure, handing Jihoon the iPad he held before following his dance instructor and another staff member outside of the practice room. His heart was beating hard against his chest, but he made no expression of nervousness as the door shut and the two adults peered down at him.

“One of the staff mentioned seeing you coming back to the dorms after curfew,” his dance instructor stated. Jeonghan noted how her arms were crossed and her eyebrows were furrowed in disappointment. He bowed his head, thinking back to last night when he, Joshua, and Wonwoo left the dorm to go eat ramen. His two dongsaengs were afraid of being caught, so they left a bit earlier than Jeonghan, who stayed back to clean their mess. The older boy sighed, prepared for the scolding he would receive.

“Did you leave last night, Jeonghan?” the other staff questioned. Jeonghan nodded. “Look at us when we’re speaking to you.” The seventeen-year-old looked up, eyes on the two adults once again.

“Did anyone else leave with you?” his dance instructor asked, Jeonghan’s head tilting slightly. How stupid did she think he was? Did she seriously think he would out his friends for his mistake?

“No, ma’am. Just me,” Jeonghan responded, voice clear and promising. The two adults shared a look, Jeonghan watching as they communicated with their eyes. His dance instructor sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“You’re cleaning the practice room once we’re done, and expect a scolding when you get back to the dorms. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Go back inside, now. Tell everyone to start practicing the choreography we learned earlier.”

Wonwoo clapped at the end of the story, Jeonghan furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he looked back up at the younger man.

“You sounded so cool, Hyung! ‘Was anyone else with you?’ ‘No ma’am, just me’,” Wonwoo mocked the voices of the instructor and Jeonghan, the latter smacking his arm as he laughed.

“Yah, I do not sound like that!” he whined, causing Wonwoo to laugh. They both grinned at each other until Wonwoo got shy, looking away from his older friend.

“You always have looked out for us,” Wonwoo mentioned, seeing Jeonghan nod in his peripheral vision.

“Always will, too.”

Silence fell upon the balcony, the two men back to staring at their precious city. Wonwoo was back to drowning in his thoughts, visions of his past leaving a contented look on his face. That is, until Jeonghan giggled to himself, gaining Wonwoo’s attention as he looked to his hyung.

“What’s funny?” he questioned, hearing Jeonghan giggle once again. The older man looked at him, a contagious smile adorning his face. Wonwoo smiled back, gently smacking Jeonghan’s thigh. “What?”

“You and Mingyu,” Jeonghan began, his giggles stopping but his grin remaining. “You guys couldn’t have been more obvious.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wonwoo questioned. Jeonghan only shook his head, his grin turning into a soft smile.

“It’s just what everyone expected, Wonwoo-yah. You guys are practically joined at the hip, and you always have been,” Jeonghan informed him, Wonwoo gasping at his words.

“Have not! And if anyone was obvious, it was you and Cheol-hyung,” Wonwoo retaliated, now being Jeonghan’s turn to gasp.

“No, we weren’t!” Jeonghan shoved Wonwoo slightly, the younger chuckling at his hyung’s action.

“You totally were. More obvious than Seungkwan and Vernon,” Wonwoo informed him, causing Jeonghan to scoff.

“Oh, please. Those two were more obvious than Zendaya and Spider-man.”

“You mean Tom Holland?”

“Whatever, you geek,” Jeonghan shrugged off, but quickly took back his words as Wonwoo nearly pushed him off his chair. The elder cackled, sitting back correctly on his chair before turning to Wonwoo. He sighed softly, making Wonwoo aware of the sudden shift in mood.

“What’s on your mind, Hyung?” Wonwoo asked, leaning forward slightly to place a hand on Jeonghan’s knee.

“Were we obvious?”

“Was I too obvious?” Wonwoo asked, hearing his members' complaints about his poor attempt at playing charades echo throughout the practice room. He laughed at their words, moving to sit down while Vernon took his spot standing in front of everyone. Wonwoo felt a hand pat his thigh, his head turning to look at Jeonghan, who smiled at him.

“You did good, Wonwoo-yah,” the boy stated, causing Wonwoo to smile back. He had only known Jeonghan for a month, and it was a little awkward between them, but Wonwoo knew Jeonghan was a good person. He was starting to like his new hyung a lot and hoped they would be friends for a long time.

“Jeonghan…” Wonwoo trailed off, hearing Jeonghan sigh softly.

“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Jeonghan stated, placing his hand over Wonwoo’s, which still rested on his knee. “But, it’s not like anything will happen between us again, right? We’re both in happy relationships. You just got married, and I’m going to be married in a few months. What’s the harm in a little reminiscing, my aegi?”

“Jeez, I haven’t heard that nickname in years,” Wonwoo exasperated. Jeonghan took Wonwoo’s hand fully in his, smoothing his thumb over the back of his hand. “You know I hated that nickname, right?”

“Sure, my aegi,” Jeonghan teased, using his free hand to pinch Wonwoo’s cheek. The younger man groaned, swatting Jeonghan’s hand away. He pouted, earning a chuckle from his hyung. “See, you are my aegi. You still act like one.”

“I don’t ever act like a baby. I’m a grown man, hyung,” Wonwoo argued, trying to move his hand away from Jeonghan’s. The elder just held on tighter, now holding Wonwoo’s hand with both of his. Jeonghan cooed, rubbing his hands against Wonwoo’s.

“You’re freezing. Are you sure you want to be sitting out here?” Jeonghan asked. Wonwoo glanced back inside the venue, nodding his head.

“Let’s wait until the dance floor dies down a bit,” Wonwoo mumbled, looking back at Jeonghan. His older friend smiled softly, nodding at his words.

“Whatever you want, Wonwoo-yah.”

“Pick whatever you want, Wonwoo-yah. I’ll pay.”

Jeonghan’s words made a happy smile reach Wonwoo’s face, a rare look that made his hyung smile as well. He watched as his dongsaeng ordered a few items off the menu before turning back to him with a content look. Jeonghan ruffled Wonwoo’s hair before ordering his food and paying for their order. He took the receipt from the cashier, thanking them before following Wonwoo to a booth nearby.

“No ‘thank you’, my aegi?” Jeonghan questioned, hearing Wonwoo groan at the nickname. Jeonghan giggled, watching him shrink in the seat across from him.

“I told you to stop calling me that, hyung,” the boy grumbled, acting as if it was the end of his world if his hyung called him a baby. Jeonghan found it endearing, nonetheless, knowing his dongsaeng did act like a baby at times.

“I can’t help it, Wonwoo-yah. You’re my aegi, and you can’t do anything to change that,” Jeonghan stated, winking over at Wonwoo. The boy groaned once again, hiding his face behind his hands. Jeonghan took note of his sweater paws, smiling from ear to ear at his cute group member.

“Order 39!” the cashier called out, Jeonghan checking his receipt and confirming it was his order. He moved to stand, but Wonwoo got up before him.

“I’ll get it, hyung. You paid, after all.” Wonwoo left to get the two trays of food while Jeonghan watched. As he walked back over, Jeonghan helped him place it down before sending him to get their drinks. Eventually, a comfortable silence fell over the two as they ate their dinner. Once they finished, the pair stepped outside the restaurant and began to walk back arm-in-arm to their dorm. Everyone was inside when they got back, eating takeout or sleeping in their rooms since they were too tired to go out with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.

“How was dinner?” Mingyu asked, Wonwoo plopping down beside him on the couch. Wonwoo grabbed a video game controller, joining the game Mingyu and Jihoon were playing.

“Good. Jeonghan-hyung paid,” Wonwoo answered, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge so they wouldn’t fall off. Jeonghan smiled from his spot in the dining room, now sitting at the dining table with Joshua and Seungcheol.

“Really?” Mingyu gasped, turning around so he could look at Jeonghan. “Will you pay for me if I go next time?” he asked, Jeonghan humming at his question.

“It was a one-time offer, Mingyu-yah. Sorry,” Jeonghan answered, watching the tall boy frown before turning back to focus his attention back on the television. Wonwoo was already dominating in the game despite having only been playing for less than five minutes. Wonwoo cheered as he won the game, looking back at Jeonghan with a grin that made Jeonghan’s heart melt. Jeonghan sent him a thumbs up, earning peculiar looks from the other two at the table. Jeonghan ignored them though, focusing on how Wonwoo sent him a finger-heart before asking Jihoon to start a new game.

“To answer your question,” Wonwoo said after a few moments of silence, “I don’t think we were obvious.”

Jeonghan nodded, still holding Wonwoo’s hand in his own. His skin was still cold as ice, so Jeonghan tried his best to keep him warm.

“I don’t think we were either,” Jeonghan agreed, a sad smile on his lips as he looked down at their hands. Wonwoo sighed, and before Jeonghan knew it, Wonwoo had scooted his chair closer and rested his head on his shoulder. Jeonghan looked down at the younger man, glancing at the tired smile on his face.

“I loved you a lot, hyung,” Wonwoo began, catching Jeonghan off-guard. Wonwoo’s smile fell into a small frown as his eyes focused on their joined hands. “Sometimes, I wonder why it wasn’t us in the end; why I ended up with Mingyu and you with Cheol-hyung.”

“I wonder about that too, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan mumbled, resting his head against Wonwoo’s. The younger snuggled his face closer to Jeonghan, eyes closed as he inhaled his hyung’s cologne. He forgot how it felt to be this close to Jeonghan. Jeonghan felt the same, relishing in Wonwoo’s presence.

“Do you remember when you spent Christmas at my house?” Wonwoo asked, squeezing Jeonghan’s hand gently. His heart was pounding against his chest.

“How could I forget,” the elder whispered, the pair going quiet as they thought back to that night.

“It’s late, boys. We’re going to bed, and you should too.” Wonwoo’s mother called out from upstairs, the two boys wishing her goodnight before cleaning up their mess in the living room. Wonwoo wanted to keep playing video games, but Jeonghan’s sleepy form beside him told him he should go to bed. The pair went upstairs to Wonwoo’s room, brushing their teeth in the bathroom before burrowing themselves under the covers of Wonwoo’s bed. It was a cold, December night, everything quiet except for the quaint chirping of the crickets outside. Wonwoo curled into a ball, knees pressed to his chest as he attempted to warm himself. Jeonghan, ever the observer, pulled Wonwoo close to him and wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Hyung,” Wonwoo whined, trying to move away. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at his attempts, hugging him tighter to make him stay.

“Stop pretending like you don’t like me, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan whispered, feeling Wonwoo’s body relax slightly at his words. Jeonghan pulled him closer, Wonwoo’s back now pressed against his chest. “See, now I can keep you warm, my aegi.”

Wonwoo’s groan made Jeonghan giggle softly, the elder pressing a kiss on the back of Wonwoo’s cold neck. Wonwoo shivered at the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Jeonghan quirked a brow at his reaction, deciding to test the waters a bit more. He leaned his face forward, pressing another kiss to the back of Wonwoo’s neck. When Wonwoo didn’t react, he continued, his lips ghosting over the boy’s skin. Jeonghan’s lips moved from the back of Wonwoo’s neck to his shoulder, where he sucked lightly on the skin near his collarbone. That got a big reaction out of Wonwoo, who turned around in Jeonghan’s arms.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Wonwoo asked quietly, watching as Jeonghan’s body moved in the dark. Jeonghan pushed Wonwoo so he was laying on his back, and he moved so he hovered over Wonwoo with his arms on either side of the younger’s head. His lips ghosted over Wonwoo’s neck once again, moving only slightly to nibble on Wonwoo’s earlobe. Wonwoo whined slightly and shut his eyes, the feeling of Jeonghan now kissing at the spot behind his ear making his toes curl. His hands grabbed at Jeonghan’s sweatshirt, bunching the material in his fists as his hyung continued to press his warm lips against his cold skin. Eventually, Jeonghan’s lips moved from his neck to his face, placing one last kiss on the corner of Wonwoo’s lips. The younger one opened his eyes, finding Jeonghan already looking back at him.

“Wonwoo-yah…” Jeonghan trailed off, moving his hand to run his fingers through Wonwoo’s hair. Wonwoo only hummed in response, bucking his hips up into Jeonghan’s. The elder groaned softly, head falling to rest on Wonwoo’s collarbone. Jeonghan knew he had to restrain himself, seeing as Wonwoo’s parents were next door to them. However, Jeon Wonwoo was making it very difficult for him as he thrusted his hips up against his again. Jeonghan moved to fully straddle Wonwoo, his weight preventing the younger from moving underneath him.

“Hyung…” Wonwoo whined, releasing Jeonghan’s sweatshirt from his fists before they found their way under the thick fabric. Jeonghan shivered at the feeling of Wonwoo’s cold hands against the skin of his torso, but he couldn’t find it in himself to tell him to stop. He craved Wonwoo’s touch more than anything, and he wasn’t about to stop it before it even truly began.

“What do you need, my aegi?” Jeonghan asked, head lifting from Wonwoo’s collarbone. The younger’s eyes faltered from his stare, causing Jeonghan to smile lovingly. “Hm?”

“Can you kiss me?” Wonwoo mumbled. If Jeonghan wasn’t as close as he was, he wouldn’t have been able to hear the boy.

“What was that, my aegi? I’m going to need you to speak a little louder,” Jeonghan teased, watching as Wonwoo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut out of frustration. Jeonghan took his opportunity to lean forward, lips against Wonwoo’s ear once again. “Tell me what you want, Wonwoo.”

“You,” Wonwoo whimpered, voice cracking slightly in desperation. Jeonghan pulled his face back, watching as Wonwoo stared back at him. “I want you, hyung. Please.”

Those words were all Jeonghan needed to make his move, the older leaning down to hover his lips over Wonwoo’s. He pulled back a bit, searching Wonwoo’s eyes for any hint of regret. However, when he looked at Wonwoo, all he could see was a look which he could only describe as love.

Jeonghan’s lips finally met Wonwoo’s in a long-awaited embrace, the difference in their body temperatures making the kiss all the more euphoric. Wonwoo’s arms wrapped around Jeonghan’s waist as Jeonghan’s hands tangled themselves in Wonwoo’s dark hair. It was that night that the pair became one. They let go of their fears and worries, cherishing each other in ways they’ve both desperately longed for. At the end of the night, as Wonwoo slept soundly with his head resting on Jeonghan’s shoulder, Jeonghan swore nothing could ever change his feelings for Wonwoo. He was in love, for the first time, and he was happy that it was reciprocated by someone as clueless about love as he was.

“Wonwoo-hyung, they’re about to play the final song,” Chan’s voice sounded, the two men sitting up straight and turning towards their dongsaeng.

“I’ll be there in a second, okay? Thank you for telling me,” Wonwoo stated, watching Chan nod before sliding the door shut. Wonwoo sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. A hand on his thigh made him turn his attention back to the person beside him.

“I’ll always be here for you, Wonwoo-yah. Even though it didn’t end up as we thought, I can say truthfully that I am happy for you. Mingyu loves you, and I know you feel the same for him,” Jeonghan smiled, his eyes glistening slightly as he spoke. Wonwoo felt a lump grow in his throat, his lips starting to quiver slightly.

“I’m happy for you too, Hyung. And I’ll be here for you too, I promise,” Wonwoo said, voice cracking slightly as he finished his sentence. He bit his lip back, a tear falling from his eye. Jeonghan cooed, wiping the tear with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, my aegi,” Jeonghan whispered. “It’s your wedding day, right? Go in there and end your night happily.”

Wonwoo nodded, standing with Jeonghan to prepare to go inside. Before Jeonghan could reach for the door, Wonwoo pulled him close, enveloping him in a tight hug. Jeonghan didn’t hesitate to hug back, arms wrapping around the taller boy’s neck tightly. Though, in fear that he would never be able to let go if they continued, he stepped back after a few moments and slid the door open with a sad smile.

“Go on, my aegi. Go to your husband,” Jeonghan whispered, placing a hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder before gently pushing him inside. He followed the young man in, hearing the guests cheer as Wonwoo made way to Mingyu. Jeonghan sighed, moving through the crowd to reach Seungcheol. The older man smiled at his fiance, grasping Jeonghan’s hand in his.

“Did you talk to him?” Seungcheol asked, placing a hand on Jeonghan’s waist as the final song began to play. Jeonghan nodded, moving his free hand to rest it on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I did,” Jeonghan answered, leaning forward to lay his head on Seungcheol’s chest. They swayed slowly to the song with the other couples, though everyone had their attention on the newlyweds. Jeonghan watched as Mingyu whispered in Wonwoo’s ear, a grin appearing on Wonwoo’s face as he pressed a kiss to his husband’s lips. Jeonghan looked away, moving his head so he could smile up at Seungcheol. He really did look handsome tonight, dressed in a black tux and his hair parted beautifully in the middle. Jeonghan reached up to run his hand through Seungcheol’s soft locks, an endearing smile reaching his fiance’s face.

“I love you,” Seungcheol stated, pulling Jeonghan close to him. Jeonghan shut his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Seungcheol.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled, knowing he was in the arms of the last person he would ever love in this lifetime. Despite everything, he was more than okay with that. Wonwoo may have been Jeonghan’s first love, but Seungcheol was his last love; his forever love, as Mingyu was to Wonwoo. And while first love mattered to the ones who experienced it, the last love was the one with the greatest impact.

𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻’𝘀 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝘁.𝟭 (𝗼𝗰𝘁.𝟭-𝟭𝟱)

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘:𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧. 𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙙.

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❥ sweet & sour by @seospicy - suggestive

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❥ shibari by @seungmoomin - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟰

❥ private after party by @webangchan - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟱

❥ home by @wonderlustlucas - ☁︎︎ ☕︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟲

❥ step-brother!hyunjin by @kpop-dungeon-dark - ☘︎︎ ☕︎︎ ⚠︎︎

❥ (can’t get no) satisfaction by @jenossslut - ☘︎︎

❥ hopeless dreams by @fairiejunie - ☕︎︎ ☁︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟳

❥ touch deprived by @moon-lixie - ☁︎︎

❥ locked & loaded by @yuta-senpai - ☘︎︎

❥ temperature by @hwangyeonjun - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟴

❥ #7A6C98 by @decembermoonskz - ☁︎︎

❥ size kink + hyunjin by @authorb - ☘︎︎

❥ be a good girl and spread your legs by @hwangsies - ☘︎︎

❥ dessert by @hyunsuks-beanie - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟵

❥ part 54 by @hyunjinspark - ☕︎︎

❥ mirror mirror by @fairlylino - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟬

❥ orgy + danceracha by @authorb - ☘︎︎ (ft. felix and minho)

❥ the distance between you and i by @wishingyouback - ☁︎︎

❥ sir by @peachychxn - ☘︎︎

❥ stormed in by @kissbinsung - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟭

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𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟮

❥ rimming by @slutbinnie - ☘︎︎

❥ partners for the night 2 by @cant-choose-a-bias - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟯

❥ i've been looking for you by @kpop-in-new-albion - ☕︎︎

❥ chubby cheeks by @jisungsmysugadaddy - ☁︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟰

❥ cuckolding by @peachybun-bun - ☘︎︎ (ft. felix)

❥ break time by @chronosaurusnot - ☘︎︎

❥ chaotic love by @butterflies123456 - ☘︎︎

❥ soft moments with hwang hyunjin by @soleilsuhh - ☁︎︎

❥ day 4 by @cartierbin - ☘︎︎

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟱

❥ traitor by @memesolvernonchwe - ☕︎︎

❥ beauty within by @markxdino - ☕︎︎ ☁︎︎

❥ cream pie by @kpop---scenarios - ☘︎︎ (ft. chan)

❥ play with fire by @sugasblunt - ☘︎︎

❥ hair pulling by @eightlee - ☘︎︎

❥ making out by @seungmoomin - suggestive

follow for part2!

Wonwoo messing with the camera; a Saga - Requested by @haniehae

i think i’m going to post it on here just to see how it does! but here is the link for the ao3 post!!!

to wish impossible things ft jeonghan and wonwoo

i just wrote the first member x member fic i’ve ever felt truly proud of but idk if i’ll share on in here :/ maybe this one is a story for ao3