To Wish Impossible Things | Jeon Wonwoo/yoon Jeonghan

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.

Stayblr Fanfiction Survey RESULTS

Last week or so, I posted a survey on Stayblr for readers and writers of SKZ fanfiction to take. I’ve been on Stayblr for more than a year now, a little less than a year to write for SKZ, and I’ve always had some questions on my mind while being on this platform.

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@strykiss

@cotccotc

@dayaswonderfulworld

@blueprint-han

@wingkkun

@lewsr

@crscendoforsung

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@spdrmrk

@scriptura-delirus

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@thepixelelf 

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@svnghrt 

@squishygyehyeon 

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@heyheybrownieboy (only on ao3)

NSFW Blogs (Includes smut or at least suggestive content, but I’m pretty sure 90% of these people here have a ton of SFW content too!)

@skzctnightnight

@delicatewerewolfsoul

@hanjizung

@ravenlixwitch (only suggestive content)

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@mochinnie

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@dreamyhan

@stayzenniesstuff

@goodcool

@sumideluxe

@hyunjeonnies

@missskzbiased

@binracha

@jimmychansimp 

@the-wonandonly

@hyunjinsdoll

@sturaykidseu

@jeonglixie 

@tabsteen

@16jan

@clandestine-lixie

@fictionxo

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the last night | na jaemin

pairing: jaemin x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: growing up and moving on

word count: 1216

summary: in which you and jaemin are best friends going your separate ways after high school

a/n: i’m in a mood and i keep thinking about my future

“You didn’t need to buy all these things, Jaemin.”  

Your eyes fell to the blanket, sprawled on the grass in front of you. There was a plethora of food, including your favorite fruits and snacks. Jaemin shrugged, hands in his pockets as he stood beside you. 

“I know, but… I was at the store and decided to buy some things. It’s no big deal, and it’s not like it’ll go to waste. After all that packing, I’m sure you’re hungry. I know I am.” 

He was right. You hadn’t eaten since dinner last night, and it’s because you’ve been packing all day. Packing and crying, actually, since it was your last full day in your home. Tomorrow morning you will leave for your new college, far from this small town you grew up in. It didn’t feel real until today. Seeing all your things in boxes, and your family crying along with you. It was heartbreaking. The end of a long era. But you knew this is what you wanted. You couldn’t go back now. 

Yet everything inside you was screaming to turn back. 

“Let’s sit, my legs are getting tired,” Jaemin interrupted your thoughts, taking your hand before sitting on the blanket, pulling you down with him. You plopped beside him, smiling as he began to grab a few of the snacks off the blanket. You followed his lead, grabbing a few things and placing them in front of you. The pair of you began to eat quietly, watching the sun fall past the horizon. After a bag or two of chips, you sighed, laying back onto the blanket. Jaemin followed suit, his body laying beside yours and his head touching yours.  

“Have you been dancing a lot?” you asked, recalling that Jaemin mentioned his legs being tired. You felt him nod. 

“My manager sent me a few practice videos. I just wanted to work on them before I went back to the dorm.” 

“I still can’t believe you got to debut - I mean, of course I believe it. You’re a talented person, Jaemin. I just mean it’s crazy that you’re an idol now. And you’re finally able to achieve your dreams.” Your eyes glanced to the stars, which shined brightly above you. They resembled Jaemin. He always shined, even more so now that he was an idol. 

“Yeah, it’s crazy. But hey, you know what else is crazy? After all that slacking this year, NYU still wants you to join them,” Jaemin pointed out, earning a slap to the arm by you. 

“I didn’t slack off, idiot. I just didn’t stress myself out to get everything done. The past year was meant to be easy, and it was. Also, if anyone was slacking, it was definitely you,” you accused, remembering a certain study night where you worked on your Psychology homework and Jaemin watched a true crime documentary on Netflix instead of calculating his trig problems. 

“Ah, it’s okay. I do better in my new school anyway,” he smiled, turning to look at you. You shook your head, but he caught your smile, his heart warming at the sight. He was going to miss you dearly. It hurt sometimes, him being a new idol and you being a full time student. He tried to visit frequently, making time for study sessions and sleepovers. But now you have graduated, and you were moving to an entirely different continent to continue your school career. Jaemin was staying in Seoul to continue working as a member of NCT Dream, and he doubted he’d ever be able to make a trip to New York just to see you. 

As Jaemin laid in thought beside you, your eyes fell from the stars, turning slightly to observe the park. It wasn’t busy anymore. Nearly everyone had left besides an elderly couple and a group of students, who seemed to be participating in a book club. You bit your lip back, flashbacks of this past year hitting you deeply. 

“This is really it, Jaemin,” you whispered, a lump growing in your throat at the thoughts clouding your mind. You felt Jaemin sit up beside you, his eyes peering over at you. 

“What is?” he asked, placing a hand on your arm.  

“It’s the last night,” you choked, your hand grasping the fabric of your shirt, near your breaking heart. You were moving far away, and you didn’t know when you would see each other again. You felt the tears form at your eyes, soft whimpers escaping your lips. “The last night before we both leave.” 

At your hushed words and sudden shift in tone, Jaemin sighed. He took your hands gently, lifting you up before enveloping you in his arms. His action only caused you more heartbreak, your tears starting their descent. Eventually, Jaemin found himself crying as well.  

“This won’t be the last night, I promise,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand moving up and down your back in a comforting manner. You gripped tightly onto his hoodie, burying your face in his neck.  

“You can’t know that for sure, Jaemin… I’m moving to America, and you’re living in Seoul. We won’t have time for each other… These past few years, when you’ve been training... and then when you finally debuted... I didn’t know what to do with myself… and now I’m leaving and I don’t even know when I’ll visit-” 

“Hey, shh. Breathe, okay?” Jaemin interrupted, holding you tighter. You silenced yourself, pouting and hushing your sobs. Jaemin pulled you away from him, his hands on your shoulders as he smiled sadly at you. “What did I tell you about thinking of the future?” 

“Jaemin…” 

“You can’t predict the future. Saying all these things, that we won’t see each other again, it means nothing to me. And it shouldn’t mean anything to you. The future is what we make it, yeah? So in the future, we will visit each other, and there will be many other nights spent together. I will make it happen, okay? I promise that you don’t need to be upset over this.” Jaemin hugged you again, realizing your tears had stopped falling. He felt your arms wrap around his torso, making his smile return. 

“We’re going to be okay, and we’re going to see each other again. I can’t promise that it will be soon, but it will happen. We’re best friends, right? I won’t let you get away that easily.” 

You chuckled softly at his words, shaking your head on his chest. 

“Yeah, because me moving to New York was just some big ploy to get rid of you.” 

“I knew it all along. You’re terrible at hiding things.” Jaemin smiled at you, and you smiled at him. Suddenly, the future seemed bright.

Jaemin always knew how to make you feel better. Being friends with you for nearly ten years, he knew how to get yourself out of your own head. He knew when you were falling, just as he knew how to pick you up.

You weren’t sure what you were going to do without him there beside you, but for now, you won’t think of that. Right now, you wanted to stay in Jaemin’s arms and enjoy the rest of the night with him, because this was your present, and it’s better to live in the present than to worry about a future you can’t predict.

soobin has red hair and it’s bringing back my vampire soobin agenda. i’m not okay HOW DOES HE LOOK THIS GOOD?????

hopeless dreams | hwang hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: yearning and hopeless dreams

(also sort of dirty-minded reader if you squint??)

word count: 1182

summary: in which you and hyunjin are two royal teenagers wishing there was more to your world than fancy parties and boring courtiers

a/n: dreaming of being a princess and falling for my childhood friend but we can’t be together bc of stupid royal people laws </3

“hyunjin, you mustn’t keep bothering me during my studies,” you pouted, watching the long-haired blond prop his chin on the other side of the table, staring at you with a pout as well.

“you’ve been going at it for hours,” he whined, removing his head from the table and falling dramatically to the ground. the servant in the corner of the room, specifically placed there to make sure you did your studies, gasped, but you shrugged them off, signally they needn’t worry about your idiot of a friend.

“get off the floor, hyunjin! your mother just sewed that shirt for you!” you scolded, earning no response from the boy. he remained on the ground, thus having you raise a brow in curiosity. you stood from your chair, moving to the other side of the table and staring down at him. he had a hand on his chest, his breaths deep and harsh. you crouched to your knees, unamused with his play.

“y/n—my heart—i can’t breathe—“ hyunjin gasped loudly, in an attempt to raise alert within the servant. you noticed him wink at you, out of sight of the servant, causing you to sigh softly before playing along.

“westley, fetch the nurse, please? i fear he may have a fever,” you looked to the servant boy, who nodded quickly and rushed out of the room. as soon as his footsteps could no longer be heard, hyunjin smiled and sat up, pinching your cheek with a gloved hand.

“you’re the greatest,” he stated, then stood and held his hand out for you to grab.

“and you’re the worst,” you mumbled, but nonetheless grabbed his hand and allowed him to drag you away from your responsibilities. in all honesty, you didn’t want to study. your mother has been forcing it on you for a while, ever since your father died and you’ve been in line to take the throne, being an only child. however, you need a king, and no prince dares to marry the princess who can’t even speak a word of french. i mean, how prestigious are these guys, that they require their future lover to speak a language they will never likely use in their lifetime?

so, forgetting the chapter of grammar you had just studied, you found yourself in the garden, hyunjin’s hand still holding yours as he made his way further into the garden. you spotted the large oak tree in the distance, immediately knowing his plans.

“if you make a scratch on your shirt, your mother will throw a fit, you know that?” you stated, still being dragged by your hand as the tree came closer.

“i’m well aware,” hyunjin informed you, stopping before the tree and turning to face you, “but she’ll just make me another one,” he grinned, causing you to scoff and shove him away. the stronger boy didn’t make a move, his smiling widening before he winked and began his climb. you watched as he made it to the first thick tree branch, his head turning to you and his hand held out once again.

“no—absolutely not. i have to meet a new courtier in not two hours, hyunjin. i cannot look like a rabid animal when i get back,” you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head as you stepped away from the tree.

“you already look like one, my dearest y/n, so there’s no need to worry,” he teased, causing you to gasp and slap at his hanging leg.

“you flea rat!” you whined, grabbing his ankle and pouting at his words.

“if i’m the flea, you’re the rat i feast upon,” he grinned once again, causing your cheeks to flush as your thoughts turned less than innocent. you sighed as he continued to look at you, waiting for you to make a move. his hand was still held out, and his eyes were hopeful.

you grumbled, slapping his hand away and climbing the tree yourself. when you made it to the branch hyunjin was sat upon, he helped you sit down, moving you so your back rested upon his chest. you sighed, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. his heart was racing, you could feel it, and he could probably feels yours racing as well.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled quietly, your voice so low you wondered if hyunjin had even heard you at all. but the harsh thumping of his heart reassured you that he had indeed heard you.

“me too,” he sighed, playing with the lacey fabric of your dress. it grew silent, many thoughts running through each of your heads as you both dreamed with smiles upon your faces.

“do you see the hill in the distance over there?” hyunjin asked, pointing ahead and gaining your attention. you looked ahead, eyes on the hill.

“yes?”

“we will run away together, and we will go to that hill and even further,” he promised, though you knew he couldn’t truly keep that promise. “we will start a new life, with a small cottage in the forest, and we can play enchanted forest and read books that aren’t in french, and we can get married by the forest creatures and be with each other for the rest of our lives,” hyunjin rambled, your heart aching more and more with each word he spoke.

“hyunjin...” you trailed off, turning your head slightly so you were able to look at him. he looked back at you, his face as hurt as your own.

“i know,” he sighed, his hold on you loosening as he fell back against the tree. “i know.”

you gulped, swinging your legs over to one side of the branch so you could face him properly. you cupped his cheeks, smiling softly, though tears began to form in your eyes.

“let’s run away together,” you stated, the words making you feel hopeful, despite knowing your words could never come true. “we will run away and do all the things you and i dream of,” you promised, thumbs caressing his cheeks as a few tears spilled from his own eyes.

“my dearest y/n,” he mumbled, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm gently. you ran your thumb over his plump bottom lip, the moment seeming longer than it truly was.

it wasn’t until he kissed you that time seemed to catch up to you, the clock stopping as your eyes widened. he was pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, a hand on the back of your head and his fingers lacing themselves with your hair. his other hand squeezed your hip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

you pulled apart after a few moments, both of your eyes gleaming with love and hopeless dreams.

“i will love you until we are laid within the ground, y/n,” he stated.

“and even longer than that,” you finished, the pair of you holding onto each other until lee minho, your soon-to-be future husband, arrived at your castle and carried you away from your true lover.

would you slap your bias for 6 million dollars?