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Digital illustration of a brown woman holding her fist up to the sun. She is wearing a green abaya that has text that reads “honor the dead and fight like hell for the living” with a smaller text bubble that reads “cease-fire now’. there is also a dove in the image.

some vernon x acts of service fluff for you ♡

vernon dyed his hair black this morning. he kind of loves it, and he hopes you will too. obviously the execution isn’t perfect; there are some dark stains on his ears and his forehead and he ruined two t-shirts in the process. but he knows how much you love that color on him.

this afternoon, vernon did some shopping. he needed a new shirt and he remembered the pretty bracelet that had caught your eye last time you were in town. he hopes you’ll be happy when he gifts it to you.

and this evening, vernon cooked dinner. it’s not done yet, but it will be in about thirty minutes. mingyu sent him an easy yet sophisticated recipe which he followed to the letter, and it turned out pretty well, at least on the outside. he hopes you’ll like it.

it’s past 7pm when he hears your key turn in the front door’s lock. the oven is a bit greasy, there’s oregano spilled on the counter, the wrapping of your gift is a little messy, and his ears are red from his attempts to remove the dye from his skin. perhaps from stress too.

and suddenly it hits him. he feels stupid. what if he’s doing too much? it is too much, isn’t it?

“hi handsome” your voice pulls him out of his panic as he exits the kitchen, his hands a little moist. you’re ready to lean in for a kiss, it’s almost muscle memory at this point, but the sight of his hair makes you pause.

“love it. and love the new shirt”, you reply, letting your hand brush against the strands of hair on his forehead before finally going in for the kiss. “what’s that smell? did you cook something?”

his ears turn a new shade of red as he grabs your arm to lead you to his living room. “i did, but you don’t wanna go in there right now”, he warns you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the living room instead.

it’s rather unusual for vernon to look so agitated, especially around you. you look at your surroundings, trying to notice anything different.

“is everything okay?”

he nods, a bit faster than usual, before digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small gift with a wonky ribbon on top.

“got you a little something today. but you can return it if you don’t like it, or even if you change your mind in a few days. or weeks. or even months, really.”

you’re only now noticing the dye stains on his skin, which draws a chuckle out of you. he looks so frantic it’s almost comical. without a word, you put the gift aside and stand up, pretty sure to know what this is all about.

“i already know i love that gift. i’ll love it forever and i would not trade it for any other. ever. because it comes from you, and that’s all i want.”

completely unfazed by how easily you saw right through him, he looks down at the hand you’re still holding, the one with a brand new silver ring on his fourth finger.

your words were heard and understood, but you can feel him internally tiptoeing around what’s really on his mind. his eyes, however, carry the same sweetness they always do when he looks at you.

“this is gonna sound really dumb but, i just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured to love… my gift. or to commit to it. i promise i won’t be mad if you tell me you don’t want it”, he tells you, grabbing your other hand to get a look at your own ring, the exact same as him.

it’s now 7:25pm, meaning that it’s been almost 24 hours since vernon has gotten down on one knee to ask the most nerve-wracking question of his entire life. 24 hours since you were legally allowed to call him your fiancé, a much awaited upgrade from the ‘boyfriend’ status.

last night had been a dream come true. but this morning, an uneasy feeling had started crawling into vernon’s mind, making him feel like maybe that dream of his would never come true after all.

dyeing his hair, making dinner, buying gifts, he had really thought about doing anything in his power to keep you from second-guessing your answer from yesterday.

still, nothing would calm his mind except maybe hearing the words from your mouth.

“i’ll love your gift because i love you. and because i spent the last 24 hours on cloud nine, thinking about how lucky i am that you proposed”, you told him in your calmest voice. “i’ll be honest, i even spent my entire day practicing saying “my husband” instead of “boyfriend”… and it sounds really, really nice.”

and that is the exact moment when the crushing weight of doubt and insecurity is lifted from vernon’s shoulders.

he still feels a bit stupid, but in a way that feels great, warm and almost comforting. for the second night in a row, he’s overwhelmed by the pure yet simple feeling of knowing his love is perfectly reciprocated.

“so… does that mean you still want me to be your husband?” he asks with a relieved smile as you trap him in the tightest hug, one hand running in his freshly dyed locks.

he loves you and you love him, that’s the one thing he doesn’t need to hope for. he knows it, and oh how he loves knowing it.

and now im craving cinnamon rolls and my own cuddly coups T-T

౨ৎ cinnamon buns & warm hugs — csc

synopsis seungcheol was dreaming about something last night, so what's a better way to see that adorable smile of his than to surprise him, hm? pairing seungcheol x fem reader genre sickly sweet fluff note this is kind of a part two to 3:37 AM but can be read as a standalone! seungcheol calls reader 'baby' & 'love', but other than that, it is pure fluff so no warnings! let me know if i should add anything to the warnings. by the way, i did proofread this but if there's still mistakes/typos, pretend there's none (i hate proofreading sometimes). word count 2.0k (don't look at me)

seungcheol's arm falls over to the left side of the bed, body tangled up in the duvet and small puffs of air escaping his parted cherry coloured lips. his cheeks tinted with a slight rosy colour and his hair looking like he rubbed an inflated balloon on his head.

he lets out a sound of content and rolls onto his stomach, right arm still on the left side of the bed. seungcheol's face scrunches up and he makes a 'hm' sound at the cold spot next to him. seungcheol struggles to open his eyes fully with the way they are still heavy with sleep and exhaustion from the previous day.

turning his head to where the clock is, he squints his eyes to check the time, making out a blur of numbers: 10:24 am. realising you are nowhere in the vicinity of your room, seungcheol vocalises a little "baby?" with a groggy voice.

not recieving any response, he decides to get out of the half warm bed to look for you. seungcheol is most clingy and needy in the mornings, so if he notices that you aren't around, he is definitely going to look for you like a little child whose mother left to quickly get something from another room.

he slowly but surely stumbles out of bed, feet thumping and arms swinging loosely a little as he is not fully alert yet.

"baby, where are you?", no response once again. kkuma is nowhere in sight either so he figures you took him out for a walk. but you usually go earlier...maybe you just decided to go a bit later today. so, seungcheol drags his sleepy body back to your bedroom and flops back into bed.

i should check up on her anyways, though. he always does, even if you've fully informed him of where you're going. he won't be able to live with himself if anything was to happen to you.

he lifts his body a little from the mattress to make a grab for his phone from the bedside table, struggling to locate it at first. once he manages to, his thumb immediately swipes through his phone to tap on the phone app and clicks on your contact — the first one in the 'recents' list.

the phone rings twice before you pick up with a small "hey, cherry! what's u-"

"you left me all alone in bed." you could literally hear and visualise the pout seungcheol must have on his face right now. a giggle falls from your sweet lips, the sound seungcheol loves most.

you suppress a second round of giggles before responding, "sorry, cherry, i just took kkuma out for a walk. i'll be back soon. in fact, i am on my way back now."

"mm, be back soon, baby. i miss holding you. the bed is so cold without you."

"oh, my big baby misses me? i'm sprinting back home now!", the sound of wind is heard through the speakers along with kkuma's barking as what seungcheol assumes is you starting to run.

"hey, be careful. don't run, just get home safe", seungcheol's stern voice fills your ears and it makes you grin at how caring he is. soon after, you exchange goodbyes and end the call after letting seungcheol know you're on your way. well, you will be once you pick up a little treat for him.

by the time you arrive back home and slip off your shoes along with unhooking kkuma from her leash, you’re exhausted. slumping onto the couch to take a breather after grabbing a drink of water from the kitchen, you sit there quietly, giving yourself a minute before doing anything else.

soft but audible snores make their way to you and you immediately know who they belong to. well, partly because it’s only seungcheol in the house besides you and also because he’s the only one out of you two who snores. seungcheol fell sleep again.

you tiptoe over to the bedroom as quietly as you can, making sure not to wake him. you slowly push open the door, just enough to peer into the room only to see seungcheol flat on his stomach, left cheek smushed against the pillow, phone next to his hand and legs sprawled all over the bed with the duvet halfway on the floor.

he’s still snoring and a few giggles build up in your throat before a lightbulb goes off in your head. a past memory of you arguing with seungcheol whether he snores or not in his sleep creeps up on you and it gives you the best idea ever. you can prove it to him once and for all.

you slip out your phone from your sweatpants' pocket and open the camera app to record him. walking closer, you make sure to not drag your slippers to prevent making sound and waking him up — you needed this evidence really badly.

whilst recording his snores and little sighs here and there, his mouth moves as if he’s chewing something. is he dreaming of eating something yummy?

this is priceless. you have got to get this on camera. so you do. and just as you’ve had enough of the fun, your boyfriend stirs and switches positions to laying on his back, letting out a few grunts with each difficult movement.

“wakey, wakey, cherry. i’m home!” you drag out the ‘o’ in the last word and tap him a little, ruffling his hair then pinching his cheeks.

seungcheol hums and lifts his arms, like zombies do, to search for you and pulls you down onto him, making you let out a sound of surprise. he tightens his arms around you and his body relaxes.

“five more minutes.” he grumbles but you can’t let him do that. not when you’re so excited to show him what you brought after the walk with kkuma who is now running through the door and jumping onto her dad's legs.

“nope, come on, i brought you something.”

kkuma waddles closer and licks her owners face in an attempt to make him get out of bed and as if she’s agreeing with you.

seungcheol lets go of you and pushes himself up, swinging his legs over and pushing his feet into his slippers.

“what is it?” he says with a raspy voice, as he latches onto your arm and walks alongside you, kind of pulling you down at the same time.

“you’ll see, cherry!”

he walks over to a bag on the kitchen island and peeks at the contents. he looks back at you with the biggest question mark above his head.

you laugh at his expression, “you know how last night i got up to use the bathroom?” he nods.

“i heard you mumbling something about cinnamon buns, so i decided to buy you some,” you lift the white box out of the paper bag, “ta-da!”

seungcheol’s eyes light up at the sight of the cinnamon buns displayed in the white box through a clear piece of square plastic. he practically jumps onto you in a hug and you almost fall back with the force of his hug. you don’t care though, as long as he’s in your arms and happy, that’s all that matters.

he peppers your face with tender but speedy kisses, all the while mumbling little “thank you”’s and other words of affection between each kiss.

“go wash up, i’ll prepare these for you, cherry,” you thread your fingers through his short chestnut hair before pushing him towards the bathroom, “go, go! or i’ll eat them all!”

once your boyfriend disappears into the bathroom, you place the cinnamon buns onto seungcheol’s favourite plate and pair it with hot chocolate you also picked up on the way.

suddenly remembering the video you took of him, you walk over to your phone to watch it over since you didn’t get the chance to earlier.

seungcheol walks out of the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind him and makes his way over to his giggling girlfriend with a bounce in his step. he takes his unassigned yet assigned seat at the island and looks at you curiously.

“what are you laughing at?” he questions.

“huh? oh, nothing, it’s just a silly video,” you try to cease the laughter in order to keep the video a secret and point to the cinnamon buns, “are they good?”

seungcheol picks one up and takes a bite, chewing a bit before his eyes widen at the deliciousness. but he hears you laughing again.

“hey, i wanna see as well,” he tries to lean over the island to take a peek but you move backwards, “hey!”

now, he’s pouting completely. his pout is deadly, there’s nothing that can save you from this. so, you think it over, to show or not to show? show it is, you don’t want to die from his cute pouty lips.

you turn your phone towards him after rewinding the video and hitting play, making sure the noises are able to be heard. you hear his snores once again and scan his face to try and see what he might be thinking.

“what the…” is all he manages to say. now, he knows he snores. you win this argument. you snicker at his reaction, covering your mouth with your hand.

just when seungcheol thought it was over, the video starts zooming in and shows him chewing on literally nothing in his sleep and this time you definitely laugh out loud.

between laughs, you ask, “what were you eating, cherry? and now, i do have proof that you snore”

“nothing! and okay, fine. i do snore, you win. but, when did you take this?” seungcheol’s voice rises in pitch towards the end of his sentence, his eyes almost popping out at the video.

“when i got back like ten minutes ago, did you not hear me unlock the door?”

“clearly not if i was sleeping like that!”, he jabs a finger at your phone and you break out into a laugh again, “it’s not funny!”

now, your stomach hurts from laughing so much at your silly boyfriend and his antics, “okay, okay. sorry, i’ll stop laughing.”

you hands go to squish seungcheol’s cheeks together, intensifying his pout. you pick up his bitten cinnamon bun and put it up to his mouth for him to eat. he opens his mouth and leans forwards and in the process of biting the sweet treat, he also bites your finger.

“ouch! cherry, what are you doing?” you yelp at the pin prick like bite.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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later, you're sitting on the couch between seungcheol's plush thighs with a plate of the cinnamon buns on your lap. warmth transfers from his front to your back, making you lean back into him more, chasing that feeling of cosiness.

you pick up a bun and bring it to his lips which he takes a bite from and then puts his lips to the top of your head, "thank you, love."

seungcheol reaches down and pulls you up into a back hug with his strong hands.

"mm! they gunna fall!" you squeak with your mouth stuffed, words not coming out properly because of a full mouth. laughing at your fake annoyance, he hugs you tighter.

cuddles with seungcheol were your favourite thing ever. being in his buff arms made you feel so safe, it's kind of unexplainable and something one will only understand if they experience it themselves — that's not going to happen though, these cuddles are exclusively reserved for you and no one else.

seungcheol moves his head around to give a kiss to your rosy cheek, except he presses his lips into your cheek really hard, as if to leave an imprint forever, and then pushes your cheeks together, laughing to himself.

"mmph, leh go, cheol..." but he doesn't let go, just continues to giggle at the way you scrunch your nose.

"my silly girl, love you so much" he mumbles into your hair.

you tilt your head backwards to look at him, "love you too, my cherry," then look back ahead, "even if you are the silliest guy in the world."

"hey! what did i do to deserve this" you don't need to turn around to confirm the pout on his face.

"you're my silly guy. silly cherry."

a/n ; totally did not self indulge in this piece...i decided to make a part two to 3:37 am (you don't have to read that to understand this btw!) because of what he said while dreaming hehe! I MISS HIM. so much hhhnnngggfff also i didn't know how to end this so like...excuse the dry ending lol

how dare u play with my heart like that T-T

first and last | kim mingyu

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As you sit on the soft grass, the gentle breeze playing with your hair, you glance over at Mingyu, a warm smile on your lips. "Mingoo, remember our first meeting?" you ask, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It feels like we were in a K-drama," you continue, your eyes sparkling with fond memories. "I still get butterflies remembering that," you add, your heart fluttering at the thought of that magical moment when your paths first crossed.

You're standing in line for the Full Throttle at Six Flags, surrounded by the excited chatter of fellow thrill-seekers. Ahead of you, a group of guys catches your attention as they cheer on a towering figure, Mingyu, who stands at a formidable 6 feet tall. You overhear one of them, Minghao, encouraging Mingyu to conquer his fears.

"Come on, Mingyu, you've got this! Conquer those fears! You're a big man!" Minghao exclaims, his voice filled with determination.

But Mingyu's response surprises you, as he defiantly declares, "Fck the fears, I'm gonna die riding that," He points towards the looming roller coaster with a mixture of fear and determination.

A smile tugs at your lips as you observe Mingyu's resolve, wondering why someone of his stature would be afraid of heights. The banter continues among the group, with another guy chiming in, offering Mingyu $500 just to take on the roller coaster challenge.

"Hey, Gyu, I'll give you $500 if you ride it!" the guy exclaims, his offer adding a new layer of excitement to the atmosphere. Jeonghan, another member of the group, joins in with a playful grin, egging Mingyu on.

As you watch the scene unfold, you can't help but be amused by the mix of comradeship and friendly dares among the group. It's moments like these that make waiting in line at an amusement park just as memorable as the rides themselves.

You began ponder the tempting offer of $500 for conquering a fear, you can't help but imagine yourself in Mingyu's shoes. The allure of the cash prize seems almost irresistible, and you find yourself mentally calculating all the things you could do with the extra money.

Just as Mingyu hesitates, contemplating the proposition, another voice cuts in. It's Soonyoung, one of the guys in the group, offering up an alternative deal that raises the stakes even higher.

"I'll do all your chores for a whole year, and Seungkwan can be your personal slave for five months," Soonyoung declares confidently, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Seungkwan, caught off guard by the unexpected proposal, quickly interjects with a hint of displeasure, "What do you mean I'll be a slave?! Why am I even inserted to this conversation??!!"

The sudden turn in the conversation adds a new layer of amusement to the group's banter, as Seungkwan protests while Soonyoung looks on, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. Meanwhile, Mingyu is left contemplating his options, torn between the promise of financial reward and the entertaining offers being thrown his way.

With a resigned sigh and a hint of determination, Mingyu nods in agreement to Soonyoung's offer. However, before sealing the deal, he decides to play it safe and ensure there's solid proof of the promises made.

Pulling out his phone, he turns to his friends, a serious expression on his face. "Alright, guys, I need you to repeat all the words you just promised," he says, his tone firm yet fair.

One by one, Mingyu's friends oblige, reciting their pledges with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Soonyoung reaffirms his commitment to take on all of Mingyu's chores for a year, while Seungkwan reluctantly acknowledges his role as a "personal slave" for five months, though not without some grumbling. Jeonghan then showed his $500 stating he will give it to him after the ride.

Each promise is recorded on Mingyu's phone, a sense of accountability settles over the group, turning their lighthearted banter into a more official agreement. With the evidence safely captured, Mingyu nods in satisfaction, ready to face the challenge ahead with the added assurance that his friends will uphold their end of the bargain.

As the first batch of riders exits, the crew signals for the next group of eighteen to step forward. You eagerly join the line, deciding to sit at the front of the ride, convinced that the experience will be more thrilling there. As you take your seat, you notice Mingyu trembling in the front row, clearly anxious. Settling in beside him, you can hear him muttering under his breath, rethinking his life choices with every passing second.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Mingyu murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of dread and resolve. “Why did I let them talk me into this? $500 isn’t worth my life…I’m going to die," Mingyu whispers, his voice shaky.

You feel torn between laughing at the absurdity of the situation and feeling pity for him. Despite Mingyu being a stranger, you instinctively reach out your hand to offer some comfort. He looks at your hand, hesitant and unsure.

When the crew member approaches to check your safety belt, Mingyu finally decides to take your hand. His grip is cold as ice, and you can see his face growing paler by the moment, knowing the ride will start any second now.

"It’s going to be okay," you say softly, trying to reassure him, even though you’re not sure if your words will help.

Mingyu squeezes your hand tighter, his eyes shut tightly as the ride's mechanisms begin to clank and whir, signaling the imminent start. You both take a deep breath as the coaster jolts forward, ready to face the thrill together.

As the roller coaster starts its ascent, the excitement of Mingyu's friends in the other rows fills the air. You hear Dokyeom's panicked cries to be let out, his voice rising above the din of the crowd.

"Let me out! Let me out!" Dokyeom shouts desperately, his fear palpable.

Jeonghan tries to offer some reassurance, albeit in a slightly unconventional way. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're a pigeon," he suggests, though it doesn't seem to do much to calm Dokyeom, who's now screaming at the top of his lungs.

Glancing over at Mingyu, you see him holding onto your hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as he grips the lap bar with his other hand. Despite his own fear, he seems determined to weather the ride, finding comfort in your presence.

You give Mingyu's hand a reassuring squeeze, offering silent support as the coaster climbs higher and higher. As the roller coaster reaches its peak, the breathtaking view spreads out before you, captivating your senses with its beauty. You turn to Mingyu, a smile on your face as you encourage him to open his eyes and take in the magnificent panorama.

"Wow, look at that view," you exclaim, nudging Mingyu gently, hoping to share the moment of awe with him.

But as Mingyu reluctantly opens his eyes, the ride suddenly lurches forward, the ground dropping away beneath you with heart-stopping speed. A string of colorful curses spills from Mingyu's lips, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

"Son of a—! Oh, sh Why now?! Fu—ck!" Mingyu's voice cuts through the rush of wind as the coaster hurtles downward with grand acceleration.

You both cling to the safety bars, the wind whipping past you as gravity pulls you faster and faster towards the ground below. Mingyu's curses mix with the exhilarated screams of your fellow riders, creating a chaotic symphony of sound that fills the air.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as the coaster races along its twisting track, each twist and turn adding to the thrill of the ride.

As the roller coaster screeches to a halt, bringing the adrenaline-fueled ride to an end, you can't help but let out a laugh, the exhilaration still coursing through your veins.

"Well, that was fun!" you exclaim, turning to your seatmate with a grin. "Again!"

But as you glance at Mingyu, you notice that he seems to have melded with the seat, his body limp and drained from the intense experience. Concern washes over you, and you gently remove your hand from his and reach out to touch his cheek and forehead.

"Hey, you good?" you ask softly, your voice filled with genuine worry.

Mingyu lets out a tired murmur, his words barely audible amidst the post-ride chaos. "That… that'll be the first and last," he mumbles, his tone a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

You nod understandingly, realizing that the roller coaster may have been a bit too much for him. With a comforting pat on his shoulder, you reassure him that it's alright, grateful that you were able to experience the thrill together, even if it was just for this one time.

As the crew begins to unbuckle the seat restraints, you notice Mingyu struggling to stand, his legs feeling like jelly after the adrenaline rush. Nearby, Dokyeom looks equally wobbly, his friend Joshua supporting him on his shoulder.

"Whoa, easy there," Joshua says, steadying Dokyeom as he tries to regain his balance.

Seeing Mingyu in a similar state, some of his friends rush over to offer their support and encouragement.

"You did great, Mingyu! That was wild!" one of them exclaims, patting him on the back.

"Yeah, you conquered your fear like a champ!" another adds, offering a helping hand to help him stand.

With Mingyu surrounded by his friends, you realize that your role in comforting him is over. Excusing yourself politely, you decide to seek out your own friends.

As you make your way through the crowd, thoughts of the thrilling rides ahead fill you with excitement. It's time to involve your friends once again in your own extreme rides adventures.

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Exhaustion begins to settle in, and some of your friends are busy dealing with the aftermath of the extreme rides—whether it's puking or cursing you—you can't help but feel your stomach rumble with hunger.

"Man, I'm getting hungry," you remark to your friends, the weariness evident in your voice.

Inspired by a sudden burst of generosity (or perhaps guilt for dragging them into this mess), you decide to treat your friends to a meal. After all, nothing soothes the soul like some good food, right?

After successfully treating your friends, you find yourself in line for food alongside Mingyu, who seems to share your craving.

"Hey there," you greet him with a friendly smile. "Hungry after all that excitement?"

Mingyu returns the smile, nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah! All that adrenaline has left me starving."

As you wait in line together, a thought crosses your mind, and you decide to strike up a conversation.

"So, did you ever get that reward for your bravery?" you ask, curious about the outcome of Mingyu's daredevil feat.

Mingyu's eyes light up as he proudly displays the crisp bills in his hand, a wide grin spreading across his face. "$500, baby!" he exclaims, his excitement palpable.

You nod approvingly, impressed by his reward. "Congratulations, well deserve!" you congratulate him sincerely.

As you both reach the front of the line and collect your food, you excuse yourself politely. Mingyu nods in understanding, but before you can walk away, he speaks up.

"Hey, wait!" he calls out, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

"Yeah?" you respond, curious about what he wants to say.

Mingyu's expression is earnest as he asks, "What's your name?"

You chuckle at his sudden inquiry. "It's Y/N," you reply, raising your voice slightly so he can hear over the bustling crowd.

"Got it! Thanks, Y/N!" he calls back with a smile, waving as you continue on your way back to your friends.

As the day at the theme park unfolds, you and Mingyu continue to cross paths, it seems like fate keeps bringing you together, each encounter more unexpected than the last. Eventually, the groups decided to merge into one, seamlessly blending into a single entourage of lowkey party animals.

Suddenly, one of your friends spots a photobooth and suggests giving it a try. Excited by the idea, they start pairing up for photos. Just as you're about to join in, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Mingyu standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Uhm, Y/N, do you want to take a picture with me?" he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

A smile spreads across your face at the unexpected invitation. "Sure, I'd love to!" you reply enthusiastically, touched by Mingyu's gesture.

As you both step into the photobooth together, the anticipation builds. The photobooth flashes and captures each moment, you and Mingyu let loose, allowing your personalities to shine through in each snapshot. The photos turn out to be a delightful mix of candid and playful moments, portraying a sense of genuine connection and warmth between you.

In one picture, you both share a laugh, caught in a moment of pure joy as you exchange playful banter. In another, Mingyu wraps his arms around your shoulder (hugging you from behind), pulling you close as you flash matching grins at the camera. Each image exudes an undeniable sense of closeness and affection, making it seem as though you're more than just friends enjoying a day out at the theme park.

As you both step out of the photobooth, you can't help but admire the adorable pictures that now serve as a tangible reminder of the bond you share with him. With a smile, you tuck the photo strip into your pocket, knowing that these snapshots will be treasured for years to come, capturing a moment that felt like love in its purest form.

As the day draws to a close at the amusement park, Mingyu musters up the courage to ask for your number, his expression hopeful yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Hey, Y/N, can I have your number?" he asks, his voice soft but determined.

A warm feeling washes over you as you realize that this might be the beginning of something special. "Of course," you reply with a smile, eagerly sharing your contact information with him.

As you exchange numbers, a sense of excitement bubbles within you, and you can't help but wonder if this could be love at first sight for both of you.

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Fast forward to the present, you find yourself holding the photobooth picture you took with Mingyu all those years ago. The memories come flooding back, and a pang of longing grips your heart as you realize just how much you miss him.

"I really miss you, my Mingoo," you murmur softly, your voice trembling with emotion. Tears gather in your eyes as you gaze at the picture, wishing desperately that he could still be with you.

Turning towards Mingyu's tombstone, you reach out a trembling hand to touch it, tears cascading down your cheeks. "I wish you were still here," you whisper, your words filled with sorrow and longing.

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mingyu

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bites the hosts ankles IM DEAD

What do you think would happen if like an award show host made fun of svt relationship with s/o

Idk but i feel like cheoll wud be throwingg handsss and Seungkwans would kill the announcer with his side-eyeee

. . . natalia's note: this is for just funsies, don't take this too seriously (sorry if you wanted me to write it more seriously)

seungcheol: provides perfect content for the alpha leader edits with the way he'd react (yk that werewolf meme tearing his "shirt"? that's cheol)

jeonghan: takes the mic form the host and hits him in the head with it with the most unamused expression ever

joshua: throws his chanel bag over his shoulder, takes your hand, and proudly marches out of the venue

jun: screams at the host (in chinese font)

hoshi: roars at the host

wonwoo: snatches the mic from the host and proceeded to recite a diss track he came up with just now

woozi: sends the host one woozi™ glare (the host got scared and ran off the stage)

dk: makes a face at the host like a three year old child, and storm out of the venue (carrying you on his back)

mingyu: flexes his biceps to scare the host (he has tears in his eyes at the same time)

minghao: unleashes his inner 8-year old gangsta self, and puts a curse on the host in chinese

seungkwan: bites the host's ankles

vernon: doesn't even realise someone made fun of your relationship. he was asleep (the host was that boring)

dino: does a funky flip and kicks the host off the stage