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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.

Would you maybe be willing to do a cute male!reader x minghao ??? Or even just something gender neutral??? I just want something like super fluffy??? Like??? Hand holding and cuddling and just really nice intimate lovey stuff maybe??? PLEASE AND THANKS BUT I UNDERSTAND IF YOU CANT GOD BLESS

a/n: I tend to try and stay neutral with my works, but wth it’s pride baby 😎 🌈, me and my bisexual ass would love to write a fluffy drabble. I’m female but I tried my best to gear this to more masculine ppl, I hope you enjoy!

Type: fluff, drabble, male!readerXminghao

{newly publicized relationship and a bakery trip}

Hold My Hand Tightly

You and Minghao had been dating for nearing 2 years and last night you guys made a big decision. You guys went public!

He uploaded a 2 photos of you guys holding hands and a video of him giving you a peck on the nose with the caption “I like boys. I mean, I like one boy and this is that boy”.

He was very excited and happy, you on the other hand were quite nervous waiting for the response. You hadn’t dared to look at social media since he uploaded. All day your mind was plagued with the thought of fans hating you. Hao told you not to worry and joked that carats had stuff to do in their own lives to worry about.

You picked up your phone and checked for the first time in nearly 24 hours how the post was doing. There was an overwhelming amount of likes. You scrolled through the comments your stomach churning at the ones that said “oh your gay?” but your stomach fluttered at the all the comments that drowned out the negativity, such as “aww so cute” and the occasional “My fanfic is canon!!” Or “I knew it... I just thought would be my ship, love you though!”

As you set your phone down, feeling better after checking, Hao grabbed his coat to go out.

“Where are you going?”

“You mean “where are WE going?. C’mon I just announced that we’re in a relationship, we should celebrate a bit!”

You groaned, not yet sure if you wanted to go out today. But before you could argue Hao had pulled you up and pushed you towards the front door. Hesitantly you put your jacket and shoes on. As you stepped outside you felt the wind chill you through your coat. You heard Hao lock the door and his hands intertwine with yours.

“Ugh I can’t believe I can finally, confidently hold hands with my love.” He said as you guys walked out the building.

You guys got to a near by bakery, known for there chocolate “love” cakes. Hao told you to go find a seat while he ordered, you chose one in the very back of the cafe in the most hidden corner. He came back with a number and two vanilla milkshakes.

“One for you and one for me” he said as he placed a shake in front of you and a number at the edge of the table. He held your hand as he sat across from you. Not a few seconds later and a waiter came with your cake. Without realizing you quickly let go of Hao’s hand. He looked at you with a confused face, which for a second turned into a smile as he thanked the waiter.

“Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You let go of my hand honey”

“Oh I guess I got used to trying to cover up “us” haha sorry” you said as you once again held his hand.

“We don’t have to hide “us” anymore babe, if you ever feel like your uncomfortable just hold my hand tightly... and I’ll know ok?”

“Ok.. thank you for that little thing baby”

“Of course my love. Now before we dig in, let me take a picture of you holding it for the gram”

“Ugh” you groaned giving in and holding the cake up to your face giving a half annoyed smile.

“Say “I love Hao and carats””

“I love only carats!” You said.

“Ya!” He groaned.

{i tried my best! I hope you like it!}

Masterlist

I Like You

Type: fluff, couple au

{” I love you”’s with Hansol were few and far between}

 You and Hansol had just celebrated your one-year dating anniversary a few weeks ago. It wasn’t anything big, he made you dinner, bought you a necklace, and you guys spent the night in bed rewatching episodes of Adventure Time.

  You were happy and content with your anniversary surprise. Hansol wasn’t one for big romantic gestures, even “I love you”’s were few and far between. But you didn’t mind, you much preferred the little ways he would say “I love you”. Like kissing you before work even if you were still asleep, purposefully buying hoodies for you to steal and wear, and putting on his very upbeat music in the kitchen and snaking his arm around your waist, back hugging you, and swaying you gently as if it were a slow song. 

 Right now, you guys were cuddled up on the couch. You were between Hansol’s legs your head resting in his chest and a big blanket covering you both as you silently scrolled through your phones. Occasionally saying “look” too stupid memes and chuckling. This was comfortable for you, although it was silent, it was comfortable you didn’t feel awkward. Being in the presence of each other was enough for you guys.

 You came across a text post of guys sending there s/o’s “I love you” messages. You looked up at your handsome boyfriend and told him to look. “Cute!” you said as you continued scrolling

 He chuckled and put down his phone, replacing it with your free hand. He began kissing the back of your hand with little pecks. You thought nothing of it as you pulled your intertwined hands to your lips to give a quick peck just as he did.

“You know I do love you, right y/n? I know I don’t say it much, I just think those words should be reserved for special days. I don’t want to say it constantly and then those words become empty-”

“I know baby, I understand,” you said as you put your phone down and looked up at him.

“Hansol what if instead of “I love you”, every time you feel like you should say something sweet but don’t want to use those strong words you can just say “I like you” hmm? You know “I like you”’s although lesser than “I love you” still makes my heart flutter like a teenager honey.”

“I think I'd like that... and  in that case y/n y/l/n I like you very very much.”

“I like you very much to Hansol Vernon Chwe,” you said as you kissed your darling boyfriend, and placed a hand on his cheek deepening the kiss. Chuckling and intertwining your hands and again continuing to silently scroll.

Masterlist

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’

P*rn Accident

Author’s Note: I’m not very happy with this short story, but I’ve decided to upload it anyway so it doesn’t rot in my drafts.

Type: Fluff, College AU, Crush!MingyuXReader

{The last day of vacation was supposed to be the best! If only you hadn’t clicked your brothers' stupid text}

pt 1~pt 2~ Epilogue

 At the moment nothing could ruin this, nothing seems to fade quickly.

 You had saved 50% of your paycheck and lived frugally for this moment. You dreamed about this the day it was announced at the end of your 1st year. The English Departments annual trip to Hawaii!

 Most of the people that usually went were either rich kids with money to spare, actual Engish Majors, or people like you. You minored in English and in all honesty you spoke almost fluently probably due to you being a foreigner. You are now a senior who unfortunately isn’t rich so for the past 4 years you had dreamed of this trip. Even more, so that your crush Mingyu was going on the trip.

 He also minored in English and you two were paired for a few projects over the years. He majored in music and was part of the arts and photography club, the only reason you knew what you knew about him was because of those “few projects”, he often invited you over to his flat to study and research. If you were being honest you didn’t really like him at first, but damn that puppy smile and the way his eyes looked while he studied won you over.

 This brings us back to now, it is the last day of the 2-week trip and a luau performance had just finished. Everyone had been finished eating for a while and now people were just casually talking and sharing the best parts of the trip. You were dressed in a flower printed dress your mom had given you and Mingyu was wearing a Hawaiian print shirt your pretty sure you saw him buy at the airport. You sat a few chairs away from him.

 You laughed along at the thought of the memories of your teacher wearing a slightly inappropriate speedo when your phone pinged. Your brother texted you, you honestly should’ve known better than to open it, but the thought it could be a prank couldn’ thave crossed you mind in that joyous moment. You clicked and within a milisecond, your phone was brightly flashing a rough sex scene and letting out lewd moans and screams. 

 You clenched the phone into your stomach trying to muffle the moans and quickly ran off to the nearest bathroom. Luckily no one was there and you did everything to stop the video, lowering the volume, deleting the video, and turning your phone off completely. You had run off so fast you failed to notice the footsteps running after you and the click of the women's bathroom door.

 You let out sobs of embarrassment in the stall as you sat on an admittedly very nice toilet. Just as you were about to just go into full breakdown mode you heard a faint knock over your cries. You looked down and noticed the flip-flops Mingyu had bought at the flea market. 

 You quickly put your hand over your mouth and tried to muffle your choking tears.

“Hey, are you okay? Is your stomach hurting?” 

 That’s when you came to the realization that to everyone else it probably looked like you made some muffled sounds before clenching your stomach and running to the bathroom. 

“N-no I-it-s stu-p-hid...” you said while post crying hiccups interrupted.  

“It’s obviously not stupid...just tell me”

.........

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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