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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮.

「...mafia mob」

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;

name: choi seung cheol

hometown: daegu, south korea

birthday: august 8, 1995

age: 24

role: leader, spy, assassin

code name: s.coups

code number: 080895

leader: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

torture

attempted murder (government officials)

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ; 

name: yoon jeong han

hometown: hwaseong, seoul, south korea

birthday: october 4, 1995 (1995.10.04)

age: 24

role: spy, lure, seducer, capture, torture

code name: angel, 1004, or cheonsa

code number: 100495

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

capture: take into one’s possession or control by force.

torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.

criminal history:

gang activities

gang violence

blackmail

grand theft

arson

assault & battery

attempted murder

attempted grand theft

attempted assault

attempted assault & battery

attempted arson

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

left the crime scene

ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ – ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ; 

name: ji soo hong

hometown: los angles, california, usa

birthday: december 30, 1995

age: 24

role: spy, distraction, dealer, the eyes & ears

code name: joshua

code number: 123095

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

dealer: a person or business that buys and sells goods.

the eyes & ears: look at or watch closely or with interest & listens closely to what others are saying.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

grand theft

left crime scene

ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;

name: wen jun-hui

hometown: shenzhen, guangding, china

birthday: june 10, 1996

age: 23

role: assassin, sniper

code name: jun

code number: 061096

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

aggravated assault

left crime scene

torture

ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;

name: kwon soon young

hometown: namyangju-si, gyeinggi-do, south korea

birthday: june 15, 1996

age: 23

role: assassin, torture

code name: hoshi

code number: 061596

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

torture

attempted murder

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ; 

name: jeon won woo

hometown: changwon, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea

birthday: july 17, 1996

age: 23

role: spy, assassin

code name: beanie

code number: 071796

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

attempted assault

torture

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to murder

accessory to theft

ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ; 

name: lee ji hoon

hometown: busan, south korea

birthday: november 21, 1996

age: 23

role: spy, hacker, the eyes

code name: woozi

code number: 112196

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.

the eyes: look at or watch closely or with interest.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

trespassing

hacking into government systems

overriding government systems

1st & 2nd-degree murder

accessory to murder

attempted murder

left crime scene

ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ – ᴅᴋ;

name: lee seok min

hometown: suji-gu, yongin-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: february 18, 1997

age: 22

role: spy, distraction

code name: dk, dokyeom

code number: 021897

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

accessory to grand theft

accessory to hacking

accessory to assault

left crime scene

ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ; 

name: kim min gyu

hometown: anyang-si, gyeonggi-do, south kora

birthday: april 6, 1997

age: 23

role: spy, lure, seducer, distraction, capture

code name: mingyu

code number: 040697

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

capture: take into one’s possession or control by force.

criminal history:

gang activities

gang violence

blackmail

grand theft

kidnapping

assault

assault & battery

attempted murder

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

left the crime scene

xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8; 

name: xu minghao

hometown: anshan, liaoning, china

birthday: november 7, 1997

age: 22

role: assassin, arsonist, sniper

code name: the8

code number: 110797

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder

arson

torture

attempted murder (government officials)

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ; 

name: boo seung kwan

hometown: jeju-do, south korea

birthday: january 16, 1998

age: 22

role: spy, underboss

code name: boo

code number: 011698

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

underboss: a boss’s deputy, especially in a criminal organization.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

grand theft

left crime scene

ᴄʜᴏɪ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ; 

name: hansol vernon chwe

hometown: new york, new york, usa

birthday: february 18, 1998

age: 21

role: spy, assassin, seducer

code name: vernon

code number: 021898

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

criminal history:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

attempted assault

torture

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to murder

accessory to theft

ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;

name: lee chan

hometown: iksan-si, jeollakbu-do, south kore

birthday: february 11, 1999

age: 21

role: spy, hacker, assassin, arsonist, distraction

code name: dino

code number: 021199

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

criminal history;

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft

attempted murder

accessory to murder

attempted torture

accessory to torture

hacking (government)

accessory to hacking (government)

attempted arson

accessory to arson

blackmail

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

「...how many kids they’ll have」

how many kids they’ll have

as dads/moms

finding out (performance vers.)

telling your guys’ parents

telling the members

cravings

going in labor

holding the baby

baby’s first word

teaching them to walk

a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pintrest

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‣ summary... how many kids they’ll have & their birthdays

↺ genre... fluff, dad au

♪ listen to... crush by seventeen

♡ ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;

choi dae hyun (최대현) »april 5«

choi chae won & choi chae young (최채원 & 최채영) »december 13« (identical twins) 

choi chan yeol (최찬열) »september 14«

♡ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ;

yoon dal rae (윤달래) »may 3«

yoon da som (윤다솜) »may 13«

♡ ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ ʜᴏɴɢ;

hong jae sung (홍재성) – liam »january 2«

hong ji won & hong ji hye (홍지원 & 홍지혜) – theodore & torrence »february 14« (fraternal twins)

♡ ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;

wen jinhai (文锦海) »november 20«

♡ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;

kwon baek hyun (권백현) »october 3«

kwon ha ru (권하루) »march 15«

♡ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ;

jeon do yun (전도윤) »june 6«

jeon ho seok (전호석) »august 7«

♡ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ;

lee ji min (이지민) »july 4«

lee ga ram (이가람) »may 2«

lee bo ram (이보람) »february 14«

♡ ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ –ᴅᴋ;

lee ha eun (이하은) »april 19«

lee hae won (이해원) »november 21«

♡ ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ;

kim ye eun & kim jae eun (김예은 & 김재은) »december 24« (fraternal twins)

♡ xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8;

xu meiling (徐美玲) »december 30«

♡ ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ;

boo dam bi (부담비) »august 8«

boo du ri (부두리) »november 1«

♡ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ ᴄʜᴡᴇ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ;

choi jun myeon (최준면)  – carter »april 1«

choi re na (최레나) – chole »june 10«

choi mi yeon (최미연) – charlotte »may 7«

♡ ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;

lee ha yoon & lee han eul (이하윤 & 이하늘) »july 17« (fraternal twins)

lee eun kyung & lee eun byeol (이은경 & 이은별) »november 13« (identical twins)

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮.

「...werewolf pack」

a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pintrest

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‣ summary... as werewolf members

↺ genre... werewolf au

♪ listen to... hot by seventeen

☽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;

name: choi seung cheol

hometown: daegu, south korea

birthday: august 8, 1995

position: alpha

fur colour: black

eye colour: red

transformation age: 19

☽ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ;

name: yoon jeong han

hometown: hwaseong, south korea

birthday: october 4, 1995

position: beta

fur colour: silver

eye colour: blue

transformation age: 19

☽ ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ – ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ;

name: hong ji soo

hometown: los angeles, california, usa

birthday: december 30, 1995

position: gamma

fur colour: blonde

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 19

☽ ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;

name: wen junhui

hometown: shenzhen, guangdong, china

birthday: june 10, 1996

position: delta

fur colour: brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;

name: kwon soon young

hometown: namyangju-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: june 15, 1996

position: zeta

fur colour: black

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ;

name: jeon won woo

hometown: changwon, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea

birthday: july 17, 1996

position: epsilon

fur colour: golden brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ;

name: lee ji hoon

hometown: busan, south korea

birthday: november 22, 1996

position: zeta

fur colour: black

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ – ᴅᴋ;

name: lee seok min

hometown: suji-gu, yongin-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: february 18, 1997

position: eta

fur colour: brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ;

name: kim min gyu

hometown: anyang-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: april 6, 1997

position: ultima

fur colour: brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 18

☽ xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8;

name: xu minghao

hometown: anshan, liaoning, china

birthday: november 7, 1997

position: kinsmir

fur colour: silver

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 17

☽ ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ;

name: boo seung kwan

hometown: jeju-do island, south korea

birthday: january 16, 1998

position: omega

fur colour: brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 17

☽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ;

name: choi han sol

hometown: new york city, new york, usa

birthday: february 18, 1998

position: omega

fur colour: brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 17

☽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;

name: lee chan

hometown: iksan-si, jeollakbu-do, south korea

birthday: february 11, 1999

position: omega

fur colour: golden brown

eye colour: golden

transformation age: 16

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

「…another male wolf flirts with you」

→ hip hop unit version

→ performance unit version

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‣ summary… another wolf flirts with their mate

↺ genre… fluff, werewolf au

♪ listen to… crush by seventeen

☽ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗷𝗶𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 – 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝘇𝗶;

When Jihoon saw you talking to another wolf who knew about your relationship, he could tell he was flirting with you and you noticed, so it made you a little uncomfortable tp stay in the conversation, that’s when Jihoon came in to interrupt taking you into the house, so you could cool down.

“That’s my mate, and you already knew that, so why try and piss me off?”

☽ 𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻;

You and Jeonghan were a well known couple amongst a lot of the other packs, so when he saw another wolf a member of his pack flirting with he, he was quite upset, with him for even thinking he had a chance, and you for letting it happen, but he knew you couldn’t do anything because you haven’t even activated your curse yet.

“Leave my mate alone, do you hear me?!”

☽ 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗼 – 𝗷𝗼𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗮;

Joshua was usually calm and a gentlemen, he was usually never angry or upset, but when he saw you sitting down just hanging out with the pack and then saw someone go up towards you talking and touching you in a certain way that was unacceptable for a ‘friend’ he was not calm about his approach.

“Get away from my mate! Leave them alone and us!”

☽ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸𝗺𝗶𝗻 – 𝗱𝗸;

Seokmin was talking with his alpha when his wolf hearing kicked in hearing you laugh awkwardly, he knew something was not right, he turned his head around to see someone of the same pack trying to make a move on you and he was furious at the sight he was seeing.

“Go find someone who doesn’t already have a mate, because they’re taken.”

☽ 𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗻;

You and Seungkwan were having a conversation when some random wolf new to the pack came up and tried to get all of your attention and when you wouldn’t he used his wolf strength to force you to talk to him which was bad idea because you have an anger problem, so you started to transform and after you did you barked at him and the Seungkwan spoke up.

“Don’t ever do that again unless you want this to happen.”

Tenor Hong Joshua yasss!! My religion 🙇‍♀️

Gangsta Choi Seungcheol no one asked for 😩🤌

Casino owner Lee Jihoon because he deadass gives that vibe 🤭

General Kwon Soonyoung-sshi 🫡🤌

Detective Wen Junhui because why not 🤭🤤

Random texts with friends!Seventeen and Boyfriend!The8

Original Vs mime 우지:Woozi 귀여운:Cute 이지훈:Lee Jihoon

😧🥴🤭

hahahah what the fuck

he’s so fluffy IM GONNA DIEEEE😖😖

fluffy!

Happy birthday to these two vocal legends!!

This was so good! The writing was fantastic and I can’t wait for the next part.

Strawberry Wine - Part 1

Pairing: Lee Jihoon (Woozi) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Strangers to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Fake Dating, Smut (not in this part) MDNI!

Synopsis: After breaking off your engagement to your cheating fiancé, you decide to take the planned trip to Paris anyway. A vacation alone with the honeymoon suite all to yourself seems like the perfect distraction. Just that, due to an internal error at the hotel lost soul Jihoon, who still isn't over his first love's death five years ago, is staying in the same honeymoon suite as you.

Warnings (in this part): mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, angst, probably a not so good description of paris tbh, the word "cock" is mentioned once, slight sexual tension

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: hi everyone!! this is part one of my story for the world tour collab hostes by @svthub!! check out the masterlist here! this one is a bit of a... beginning, i guess, lol. the real drama and smut and all that will be in part two. but i still think this is a a fun part to get to know our characters! this not beta read and i might edit it later... thanks for reading i hope you enjoy <3 header & divider credit to @okiedokrie!

one; the author

The flash of the camera goes off and you’re almost sure your eyes were closed. The teenage girl next to you smiles brightly and waves at you once more before rushing off to go over to her mother. You lightly smile back and look over to your right where Minghao is giving you a thumbs up. Apparently, so you interpret his gesture, you’re holding up quite well for someone who just caught her fiancée cheating two weeks ago. 

You’re aware that you could have canceled the book signing today. No one would have been mad. But even though your heart is shattered to a million pieces and you don’t think you’ll ever heal from this hurt - you still need to earn money and make those who give you that money happy. Just sucks that the person you build this with is somewhere on the Bahamas with your biggest rival on the romance book market. Or, well, as your publisher says: your bestest friend on the romance book market. Since you’re both making money, of course. You can’t count the times you and her have been sent to events together, not saying a word to each other on the way there and playing happy family the second you are in front of the cameras. 

Her books weren’t even good! Boring and predictable if anyone asked you. Your ex had always agreed with you, even if he was her agent as well as yours. But Jaehyun was slick - he told her the same about your books. 

“Hi, oh my god, I love your books so much! I can’t wait for the next one!” It’s a boy with the brightest and whitest smile you have ever seen and for a second you can forget your sadness.

“Thank you so much. What name do you want me to sign?” 

The book signing ends about half an hour later. You’re in the car with Minghao who’s typing something on his phone as he sits in the backseat with you. 

“You did great, you know.” He says, not looking up. His words make your stomach turn uncomfortably even though you know he means well. 

“Thanks,” is your mumbled response, your head slowly turning to look out of the window. Minghao sets down his phone, realizing his words didn’t come out the way he wanted them to. He sighs.

“Best friend dearest,” he starts, “you know what I meant. Considering you have been in your room with no lights on and Adele on repeat for the last few months - you did exceptionally well socializing with people you don’t know.”

“It’s my job after all, isn’t it?” 

“No, your job is writing brilliant books, Y/N. This is just a bonus. Your books would sell wonderfully even without you doing this.”

Three months ago this would have made your chest fill with pride. You’d be beaming and agreeing with Minghao, content with your life and what you had made it to be. But now, it’s different. 

Now, all you feel is ache in your chest. No sense of pride, no smile in sight. No contentment with how your life is going. Joy has been missing in your palette of feelings for a long time. 

The city lights are what keep you awake. Exhaustion and the feeling of sadness that you have become so used to are close to make you falter, to make you want to go home and put those Adele songs right back on repeat. It’s not fair, you think. Not fair that your life was ruined this way and you can’t get back up. That all you’re able to do is live because you have to, not because you want to. And the closer July 17th comes - the more you feel yourself falling deeper into a hole. 

It’s hard to believe that three months ago you were a completely different person. A person who loved to laugh, who had fun game nights with her friends, cooked every day, went for runs in the morning, planned a wedding. You were a person who loved to love. All of this was accompanied by the person you had been sure you’d spend the rest of your life with: Jaehyun. He was tall, handsome, kind. You had met him through work - he had been assigned your agent when you switched publishers. He was your muse. Helped you with your books, made the sales sky rocket with the way he marketed you. 

For five years he was your everything. In some ways (ways you loathed) he still is. Your whole life revolved around him. Wherever you went - he did too. Whenever you fell - he was there to catch you. Nothing in the world could have ever prepared you for what was going to happen. But then again, when is someone ever prepared to be cheated on by the person they trusted the most in their life? 

To say it was a shock would be an understatement. Accidentally finding the messages he sent to her on his iPad. Confronting him and seeing his face fall, his expressions change into something you had never thought possible. He looked caught. Mainly because he was. Also because he never thought the truth would come to light. You had been the only one left in the dark. Everyone at the publishing house knew what he was doing. He and her. 

It wasn’t fair, you knew that, but in the beginning you couldn’t handle being mad at Jaehyun. Instead you focused all your anger on her, all the hurt you felt. It wasn’t like you had particularly liked her before - she was your rival, the person everyone always compared you to. She was younger than you, didn’t have as much experience - but she was more successful. At least to an extent. Her books regularly went viral on ‘booktok’, mainly because she wrote them like she worked in a factory. Every couple of months there’d be a new one - and people ate it up. You, on the other hand, liked to take your time, liked to write stories with captivating characters, with characters people could relate to - fall in love with. 

Suddenly your biggest rival became the person you hated and wanted to be like the most in the world. To be her would mean to have him. Him, who you still love so much, who still means everything. 

It is a little different now. 100 days later and you feel like you don’t love him as much anymore. Yes, it still hurts like hell and, yes, you want to stay home most of the days. But you don’t miss him as much as you used to. 

“Do you want to grab a drink?” Minghao asks now even though he already knows the answer. Gosh, you wish you could give him a yes. A smile and a yes. Instead, you only present him with the first, stretching out your hand and reaching for his.

“I need to get home, Hao. Today has been a lot.”

Minghao nods slowly, a sad smile on his pretty lips. He understands, he really does. But he also misses his happy best friend. Misses the way your eyes crinkle when you smile wholeheartedly , misses the sound of you honest laugh. No matter how many time will pass, he doesn’t think he could ever forgive Jaehyun for what he’s done to you.

Fighting with a french man on the phone at the crack of dawn surely had not been on your agenda for today. 

“I’m sorry, miss, but the cancellation period ended two weeks ago, there is nothing we can do.” 

It’s too early and you are too tired. He is probably too by now, considering he has been saying this sentence at least five times in the past seven minutes. You pull a hand through your hair and let it drop back onto the mattress after.

“My wedding isn’t happening anymore, and you really won’t let me cancel the honeymoon suite?” Usually, you’d never snap at anyone over the phone - especially custom service personnel, but this is different. What he’s implying means you won’t get any money back from one of the most expensive purchases you’ve made. Worst thing about this: you paid for this yourself. Jaehyun had paid the location - which of course could still be canceled. But the freaking hotel stay in Paris of course was set in stone! 

“I am very sorry, miss. I wish there was more that I could do. Perhaps you can take the trip yourself and enjoy our beautiful honeymoon sui-“

You hang up on him. It’s not polite, you’re aware. But just the thought of being alone in the suite you were supposed to enjoy with your freshly baked husband… no, absolutely not. Then, fine, you’d have to live with having spent thousands of dollars on a hotel suite you wouldn’t be able to use. 

As if life isn’t horrible enough already.

When you sit at brunch later that day with Minghao and your mutual friend Mingyu, they both stare at you like you’ve just told them you decided to get Jaehyun’s face tattooed on your thigh. 

“Are you kidding me? You basically get to have a Paris vacation for free for yourself!” Mingyu says, the glass of mimosa he is holding in his hand is almost spilling with the way he moves his arm. You scoff.

“What do you mean “free”? I literally paid for it months ago!” 

“Okay, and did you already make that money back?” Mingyu continues and raises his brow. You stay silent for a moment. 

The restaurant Minghao chose is filled with people enjoying the vegan food made from scratch. Your own very delicious avocado toast with a side of fresh fruit and soy-yogurt is laying in front of you, waiting to be eaten. The mimosa Minghao had ordered for you remains untouched. 

“She has.” Hao decides to answer for you as he sips from his mug of matcha. You shoot him a glare.

“So what! I’m not going to go to Paris by myself when this was supposed to be my honeymoon!” You try to stay quiet, looking from Minghao to Mingyu and back. Judging by their faces, they don’t seem to understand the big deal. 

You envy them. God, how much you wish you could just do it. Go on that already paid for vacation by yourself, not give a single damn about Jaehyun and his new girlfriend. Your heart sinks. Just thinking these words is making you feel like crawling back into bed. 

Minghao groans and puts his mug back on the table. 

“Y/N,” he starts and his voice sounds more serious than you’ve ever heard him talk before - even Mingyu seems startled, “I get it, okay? I get that he hurt you, that he made you believe in something that was never going to work. He is an asshole, if not the biggest asshole walking freely on this earth. But you’re young! You’re young and you deserve better than this! Keeping to yourself, barely leaving your apartment - your bed, honey, it’s not good for you. I understand that you want to stay away, that the world is a fucking scary place without the person you thought was your person right there next to you,” he grabs your hand over the table, “but do you know what all of this means? That your person is still out there! That you can still find them! And what better place to start than Paris, the literal city of love!”

He means well. Just like the other night after the book signing. He means well and he wants just what’s best for you. No one wants you to feel better as much as he does. Then why does it make you so mad that he is asking this of you? That he is calling you out this way? 

You pull your hand away from his and grab your purse from the free chair next to yours. Both men gawk at you, startled.

“Y/N-,” Mingyu tries, but you raise your hand to interrupt him.

“You get it, Hao? Really? Has your significant other of five years also cheated on you with your biggest rival? Did you also have to cancel a wedding you put hours and hours of work and money into? Because I don’t remember this happening to you! So, I would really appreciate it if you gave me the time I need to grieve this relationship and decide for myself when I am ready to get out again!”

Without giving them another look, you storm out of the restaurant. Everything around you is a blurr and you only notice that you’re crying when you reach your car. Cursing to yourself, you move to open your car, tears dripping from your cheeks down onto your shirt. God, what a pathetic little woman. Crying in your car after yelling at your best friends for what? For caring? For only meaning to help? 

It takes a while before you manage to start the engine and get on the road to drive home. The radio is silent and for a second you wished you could turn off your brain the same way. Just one switch and all thoughts gone. All the self doubts and the hurt, all the thoughts of what-if and the wish to travel back in time and never have you take his iPad. 

You stop at a red light and wipe away some more tears. You don’t dare to look into the mirror and check your make-up. 

Never finding the iPad, you circle back, if you had never found it, you wouldn’t be in this situation. No, you’d most likely still be in a relationship with a man that cheated on you. That didn’t love you half as much as he claimed, that didn’t deserve the time and care you’d given him. 

When the light turns green, you continue your way, your thoughts still roaming around the what if. And while your heart yearns for him back, for what you believed you had - your head knows it’s better this way. Jaehyun isn’t the one for you, as much as you would have loved him to be, Minghao is right. It’s just that the thought of starting over with someone new makes you cringe, makes fear rise within you. Someone new to give your heart to and hope they don’t break it the way Jae had. 

Once you’re on the highway you think back about the time you had decided to travel to Paris for your honeymoon. It had been your idea, your wish. Your first ever book, even if it never made it onto a bestseller list or into the mouths of the best romance critics - it was set in Paris. The city of live, the city you decided would become your favorite even though you had never been. Spending two weeks there with the love of your life after becoming his forever, seriously, nothing had ever sounded as wonderful as that. 

Minghao’s words ring in your ear. Your person is still out there, he said. And that Paris, as the city of love, would be the perfect place to go look for them. Your knuckles turn white around the steering wheel. You never wanted to spend time in Paris with anyone but Jaehyun. 

Or maybe, you think as you take the exit leading to your neighborhood, the only Person you need to spend time with in Paris is yourself. 

two; the lost soul

He never should have listened to Jeonghan. No one should ever listen to Jeonghan. The cab driver is speaking in quick french that Jihoon knows he wouldn’t understand even if he spelled out every word for him. Then again, he isn’t even sure the driver is talking to him or just about him. Jihoon can’t really blame him. After all, he is the stupid American with the stupid big guitar case and a backpack almost bigger than himself. 

The backseat is hot and Jihoon’s sunglasses do little to keep the sun from blinding him. 

Paris in the summer sounded better on paper than it does actually experiencing it. It’s nothing compared to the summer in Arizona, where Jihoon grew up, but having lived in Vermont for a while now, he wasn’t used to the burning hot, scorching sun that threatened to give him the sunburn of his life if he didn’t re-apply his sunscreen every few hours. 

Tara had always laughed at him and his easily burned skin. She never burned, no, she got a tan right away, looking beautiful in the rays of sunshine dazzling on her skin like they belonged there. 

Right now, he misses her more than he has in a while. When he passes the beautiful architecture of his first love’s favorite city, he smiles even with the sun shining directly into his eyes. 

In all seriousness, Jihoon doesn’t know why he is here. It feels wrong to be here without her, but it also felt like he had to take the invitation from his friend. She would have never forgiven him, if he let this opportunity fly. Visit the city of love, the city she had always dreamt about, he knows as wrong as it feels, it’s the right thing to do. 

A few minutes later, the cab stops in front of an old looking building. Without saying anything, the driver takes Jihoon’s Euros and drives off after heaving Jihoon’s suitcase out of his trunk. 

Jihoon looks after the car, his dark hair falling into his forehead. Once the cab takes the next corner, he looks at the building, something stirring in his stomach. This… doesn’t look like the pictures on AirBnb at all. Quickly, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, happy he booked the data package at the airport back home. Opening his app, he feels like he’s about to throw up his airplane food.

It’s not there. The apartment is gone from the app, not newly put in under a different name, not just gone because of a glitch. It’s like it never existed. Jihoon curses, moving his fingers over his screen, calling the customer service only to be met with a french speaking automatic voice that doesn’t help him in the slightest. 

Hanging up again, he stares at his phone for a few seconds. He shouldn’t have come. It feels too much like a sign. Maybe he should try changing his flight to this evening, maybe he should try to run after that cab and-

The phone in his hands rings and he quickly picks up.

“Hello?”

“Jihoonie!” It’s Jeonghan, the only reason he is in Paris in the first place, “did you make it to the city of love?”

“Yeah, and I wish I didn’t,” Jihoon mumbles in response, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Why? What happened?” Jeonghan does sound concerned, which might be a first.

“My Airbnb doesn’t exist.”

Silence. Jihoon just knows his friend is trying his hardest not to laugh. Oh, to be Yoon Jeonghann and always get entertained by his friends’ miseries. 

“Jeonghan, this isn’t funny, okay? I’m about to call another cab and get my ass back home.”

“No! No, you can’t go home! You’re here and I’m going to make sure these will be two of the most amazing weeks of your life, alright? Look, instead of home, get your ass to my hotel. I think I might have a solution for your problem.”

When Jeonghan texts him the address and Jihoon hails another cab, he doesn’t dare to hope that his friend has an actual solution. 

Perhaps Jihoon should have asked Jeonghan more thoroughly what kind of Hotel he works at. Because this looks very different to the building Jihoon just left. This is art, this is a fancy hotel in the middle of Paris’ most elegant streets, people in expensive clothes walking around Jihoon who has only a backpack and a guitar on his back. Jihoon gapes at the building, words he has read a million times suddenly filling his head, suddenly coming to life.

The façade of the hotel stands proudly on the bustling Parisian street, an exquisite testament to classical elegance and modern charm. The building’s cream-colored stonework is adorned with intricate carvings and ornate embellishments, each detail meticulously crafted to perfection. Above the entrance, a grand arch frames a large window, its glass shimmering in the soft light of the early evening.

Striped blue-and-white awnings shade the windows, their cheerful colors contrasting beautifully with the building’s stately architecture. Delicate wrought-iron balconies extend from the upper floors, offering glimpses of lush potted plants and inviting chairs, perfect for an intimate evening under the stars.

The entrance is framed by deep blue columns, and a passageway, warm light spills out from within, hinting at the luxurious interior that awaits guests. A pair of elegant lanterns flank the doorway, casting a gentle glow on the stone steps below.

Above the entrance, a crest adorned with elaborate scrollwork and a regal shield stands as a proud emblem of the hotel’s storied history. The name of the hotel is etched in graceful letters, a promise of the enchanting experience that lies within. 

He doesn’t dare to move from where he is standing. Doesn’t dare to step foot into the hotel that looks exactly the way he had envisioned the one Tara would always read to him. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin and he swears there are tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. This must be a dream, a different reality, because there is no way Jeonghan works here. 

But when Jihoon lets his eyes wander over the façade and into one of the magnificent windows - he spots his friend. Spots him on the phone behind the wooden counter, writing something down. He is here and this is real. 

So, Jihoon slowly moves. One foot before the other, eyes glued to the entrance, nis heart beating in his chest. He feels silly, but he wonders if Tara had seen this as clear as he had back when she had read the book to him over and over again. 

A welcome warmth meets Jihoon inside. It’s just as beautiful as the outside, he finds, his stomach turning over once more. 

The lobby exudes a warm, inviting glow, courtesy of the golden chandeliers that hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft light over the polished marble floors. Rich hues of deep blue and soft gold dominate the color palette, creating a sense of opulence and sophistication. Jeonghan stands behind the mahogany desk, still talking on the phone, still not spotting Jihoon. 

Jihoon, who feels so insanely out of place in his worn out jeans and the old leather jacket, with his hair unkempt and his eyebrow pierced. He moves over to the front desk, trying his hardest not to care about the stares he is getting from the people who clearly know he doesn’t actually belong here.

Jeonghan’s eyes light up when he sees him, a wide smile now on his lips as he holds up a finger as if to tell Jihoon to just be a little more patient. Jihoon carefully puts his hands on the top of the counter, his eyes roaming the lobby again. 

“Of course, we can’t wait to have you back here again so soon, Miss Jones. Have a great day, bye bye!” 

Jihoon’s eyes fly over to Jeonghan again when he hears the phone click. 

“You’re actually here!” Jeonghan’s smile grows and he moves forward to give Jihoon probably the most awkward hug of his life over the counter. Jihoon laughs at that, patting his friend on the back. 

“Well, it’s either this or the streets,” he smiles, “you never told me how… grant all of this is.” He gestures with his hands, as if to make sure Jeonghan knows he means the hotel. His blonde haired friend chuckles.

“Yeah, I thought it would come off like bragging if I did say so. I never would have heard the end of it from the boys.”

Jihoon nods. He knows exactly what Jeonghan means. Still. He can’t shake the feeling that if he had known about this… his stomach drops again.

“It’s beautiful.” Is all he eventually says, ignoring the worried look of his friend. Jihoon doesn’t know (and Jeonghan will never tell him) but there was a reason he had never mentioned this to him. 

“That, it is,” Jeonghan finally responds, wiping the worry off his face and replacing it with a broad smile, “and you will get to live here for the next two weeks!”

“I will what?!” Jihoon’s eyes widen in surprise, “Jeonghan, I can barely pay rent at home, what do you-,”

“Obviously for free, dummy,” Jeonghan chuckles, “we have a free suite that has already been paid for, full price.”

Jihoon raises his brows, his hands feeling damp on top of the fancy counter.

“How come it’s free when it’s fully paid?” He asks.

“Well, there was supposed to be a wedding and…. now there isn’t one. They didn’t meet the requirements for the full or the partial refund. So, it’s free for the next two weeks since we can’t legally double book. You want it?”

It feels a little bit too good to be true, but Jihoon is in no place to turn down Jeonghan’s offer. The little voice in his head is trying to get to him, trying to make him speak the words to himself. It tries to get him to admit that this feels a lot like fate. Like a sign from above, from Tara. He doesn’t let it get to him. He’s not ready for that, and he’s certainly not melancholic enough for thoughts like this - even as a songwriter. 

“I do, thank you, Han, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you right now.”

“Oh, most certainly sleep on the streets. Find a rat for a friend, or maybe a pigeon. They are crazy over here,” Jeonghan sings as he types something in the computer, scanning one of the key cards he takes from the drawer beneath him. Jihoon watches him with his heartbeat in his ears. 

“Yeah, never been a big fan of rats. Or pigeons.” Jihoon dares to look around the lobby again, seeing all those people living their life, probably never worried about any of the things he worries about. He wasn’t lying when he said he has trouble paying his rent. Work hasn’t been easy these days. 

“Aaaaand, here we go!” Jeonghan grins brightly, “your key, Mr. Lee.” He holds it mid air, pulling it back slightly as Jihoon is trying to grab it. The latter gives him a funny look. Jeonghan pouts as he thinks.

“That rhymes. “Your key, Mr. Lee”.” Jihoon closes his eyes for a second. Jeonghan chuckles happily.

“Watch out, I’m coming for your job.”

“Well, stop it and do yours instead,” Jihoon replies, allowing himself to grin back at his friend and take the card from his hands, “where is this suite you promised me?”

-

Jeonghan hadn’t mentioned what kind of suite this is. There is nothing Jihoon can do but stare at his surroundings with his mouth and backpack dropped, his guitar slowly sliding down his arm. 

He is in the honeymoon suite. In retrospect, it makes sense. Jeonghan did say a wedding had been canceled. 

There are three rooms. Right now, Jihoon is standing in the enormous entrance way. Golden and blue like downstairs, with wood accents, a big round table in the center of the room that connected all the different rooms, a centerpiece of flowers as beautiful as a summer day adjoining it. The walls are high and plastered with fine drawing, ornating through all of the hallway and over to the other rooms. Flowers and patterns so elegant Jihoon doesn’t know how to even describe them. 

He feels out of place as much as he feels content. Letting his luggage rest on the floor, he moves into the first room. It’s a large sitting room, probably as big as his whole apartment back at home. Two couches of rich dark blue; cushions in different colors, some of them reminding Jihoon of the ocean, some of the sky, rich blues and light blues, and then there is the color of dawn, orange and yellow. 

A majestic cremé colored carpet lays beneath the sofas, a glass table standing between them. On top of it magazine stacks and a glass tray holding what looks like whiskey and two glasses. High windows let the sun shine through and Jihoon spots a balcony leading around the living- and bedroom, holding his breath as he imagines himself out there softly strumming his guitar with a glass of whiskey or wine. His heart warms at the thought of finally having peace. Peace in the city his former lover had loved so much. 

Next up he walks into the bedroom, a king sized bed greets him with white linen covers and pillows almost as big as his torso. It looks incredibly comfortable and he couldn’t wait to lay down and relax after the day he’s had. Golden curtains sway in the wind let in by an opened window, and the view is so poetic he almost feels himself tear up. Quickly, he looks away and instead finds his way into the master bathroom. It’s all held in gold as well, gold and white for a change, an enormous tub next to a high rain shower behind a glass wall. He sighs.

This is perfect. And he most definitely needs a shower right now. 

So, he retraces his steps and grabs his luggage, setting everything down next to the bed and letting his guitar rest in the corner of the room. He decides to actually unpack his backpack that probably doesn’t even hold as much clothes as he probably needs for this trip (he did think he had a washer, though) and places everything in the large closet opposite the bed. 

Finding himself humming, Jihoon allows a little bit more of that earlier peace to find place in his head and heart. Perhaps there is no reason for him to be worried - to look for something to go terribly wrong on this trip. Jeonghan is off work by now, and they’ll go catch dinner together, then he’ll come back here and maybe watch a movie, fall asleep to the sound of Paris outside his window. He doesn’t know what it sounds like just yet, but he’s already excited to find out. 

Ridding himself of his clothes and feeling another threat of tears when he touches the towels hanging in the bathroom, Jihoon finally lets himself step into the shower and wash all of his worries away. 

three; the mix-up

You don’t think your heart has ever beaten as fast as it does when you walk out the Charles de Gaulle airport and right into the arms of the driver Minghao has arranged for you. It’s not about the driver or the airport - but where you are. 

Paris, the city of love, the city you feared to visit after what had happened with Jae. Yet, here you stand. Handing the driver your luggage and fishing for your phone in your purse, texting Minghao you already found your driver and are now on the way to the hotel. It all feels surreal and like you’re going to wake up any second.

Minghao forgave you without hesitation. Hugged you close to his chest and cried with you as you told him you were sorry and that he was right. You needed to do this - needed to face your demons. Together, the two of you had finalized the plans, popping open a bottle of expensive champagne and gossiping about Jaehyun and who he left you for. Little by little, you knew, you would find yourself again. And perhaps Paris was the perfect way to start. 

The drive from the airport to the hotel was spent staring out the window. First you saw the highway leading from the airport to the city - greenery with trees on each side, all passing by you in a blurr. And then the beautiful streets of Paris. The fine architecture, the elegant bridges over the Seine. Heart warming at the sight of the city you dreamt about so much. Your first ever book had taken place right here, you had let your main characters kiss for the first time right there on that bridge leading from one side of Paris to the other, so close to the Louvre, to the glass pyramid you made them fight and make up all the same, just months apart. The sun is dazzling onto the dark water of the river, light dancing on the surface. 

The driver comes to a stop in front of the hotel about 45 minutes after your departure from Charles de Gaulle. He holds open the door for you and helps you out of the car, smiling at you warmly and finally getting your bags out of the trunk. You thank him in some broken French and he nods at you before finding his way back to the driver’s seat. 

One of the bell-boys spot you right when you walk in, their English sounding a bit like your French just now. You thank them and hand over your luggage, letting them help you carry it to the mahogany reception.

It is exactly like you remember it. You had never seen it in person, no. But you’ve found this hotel during your research, falling in love with it right away. It was a no-brainer that your honeymoon was to be held here. 

You felt overwhelmed at the sight of the colors you had tried so hard to bring to paper, at the sound of soft music in the background, at the knowledge this was real and you were gonna stay here for two whole weeks. 

Finally, you reach the counter where a small man stands and smiles up at you, his hair styled back.

“Welcome, how can I help you?” He says in perfect English and you place your hands on top of the counter.

“Hi,” you tell him your name, “I have a reservation.”

The man nods, looking up the reservation and finding it right away. Not marked as checked in, he notes and gives you another big smile.

“It is wonderful to have you, Miss. Will your husband be joining you?” 

You expected as much. While it does hurt a little, having to say these next words, you know it’s a step in the right direction.

“I will be staying here alone, thank you.”

It is more beautiful than you could have imagined and it takes you a whole lot not to start crying. Your luggage gets brought up by the nice bell-boys and you thank them by tipping them each 50 Euros. Their smiles make the loss of the money worthwhile. 

Once the door closes behind them, you dare to look around. See the beautiful entrance way in all its glory. See the living room in all it’s elegance, the high ceiling and windows, the smaller bedroom with a queen sized bed and a little reading nook, two ceiling high bookshelves standing around a comfortable looking loveseat. This must be what heaven looks like. 

There is nothing that can wipe that smile off your face. Everything inside you tingles with happy excitement, moving to go look at the master bedroom with the on-suite bathroom you remembered staring at for at least five minutes when you booked the room. Imagining yourself in the enormous bathtub with a glass of champagne and classical music playing, letting all the stress and hurt from the past months fade away with the notes. 

You don’t notice the closet and how there are clothes hanging inside it. Neither do you see the guitar case in the corner of the room. It fascinates you - how your mind tricks you into thinking you already hear the sound of water running, accompanied by humming along to a tune. Magnificent, what the mind can do. 

When you finally reach for the doorknob to push it down, yanking the door open in one swift move, you realize perhaps your mind isn’t as magnificent as you thought.

Jihoon doesn’t notice you until you scream. He swirls around, which is inherently a foolish thing to do inside a wet, slippery shower, his eyes widening whe spots you, reacting to your scream by screaming himself. He realizes he’s naked and tries to find something to cover him, taking a step forward to reach for the towel and forgetting there is literally a glass wall separating you two. 

Watching the man walk face-first into the glass and stumbling back, slipping on the wet floors and falling onto his ass would have made you laugh if it wasn’t inside your shower. 

“What the hell!” You yell, turning around so you don’t look at the naked man any longer.

“Who are you?!” He yells back and you almost gasp.

“I should ask you that!”

The two of you need to yell because Jihoon has not yet managed to turn the shower off. Only now does he (while rubbing his hurting back) get up, struggling in the process, his hand finding the lever to turn off the water. His nose hurts and his ass and his back. 

He moves out of the shower without running into glass this time, and wraps one of the soft towels around his waist. 

“I’m Jihoon,” he finally says. You think you’re suddenly stuck in a really bad movie.

“That- you’re telling me your name?!” You turn around again, staring at the stranger with disbelief in your eyes. 

“You did ask who I was, didn’t you?”

For a few moments the two of you continue to stare at each other. With every passing second you notice just how naked he is. Yes, there is a towel around him now, but you certainly did not… miss what was under there when you first walked in. As much as you don’t want to, your eyes scan the stranger, or well, Jihoon as he told you, stopping at his wet torso, the defined abs and the broad chest. He might be small in height but the rest of him seems… big. 

You swallow.

“If you’re done checking me out, would you mind telling me why you’re in my room?”

Heat spreads through your body and right into your face, your eyes jumping from his torso to his face.

“Your room? I’m sorry, this is my room!”

While Jihoon did hit his head, he isn’t hurt enough not to understand that you’re most likely telling the truth. But Jeonghan had said the wedding was off… that you wouldn’t come here. So, why on earth, where you here?

“I- I can explain,” he begins, taking a step forward only for you to take a step backward. He holds out his hand as if to signal he wasn’t going to do anything.

“Go right ahead,” you hate that your voice is shaking, but it’s not like it is an everyday occurrence you find a beautiful stranger in your hotel room. If this wasn’t your actual life but a book this might have been sexy, might have led to the bed behind you finding the two strangers entangled, giving in to the sexual tension between them. Not that there was any of that in this situation.

“My friend, Jeonghan, he- he works here. He told me this suite wouldn’t be used and so I- well he asked me if I wanted to stay here for my trip after I told him my airbnb didn’t actually exist and I needed a, uh, a place to stay.”

You blink at him.

“He just- he gave you my honeymoon suite for free?

Jihoon swallows.

“Well…,” he thinks a little longer on his answer, “yes. Yes, he did.”

Telling the truth is probably his best bet. 

You take a deep breath, turning away from him, clenching and unclenching your hands.

“As you can see, I am here. So, please, find somewhere else to stay.”

Jihoon saw it coming, obviously. It was all too good to be true. Without saying anything else, he walks over to the closet, ready to dress himself. Just that he didn’t quite calculate the new luggage now laying in front of the bed. 

It all seems to happen in slow motion.

Jihoon tripping over your suitcase, his hands desperate trying to find something to hold on to before he falls. As if on reflex, you grab his arm, yanking him up so he doesn’t fall flatly on his face, just that you somehow manage to yank him so hard, you fall off balance. With a high pitched squeak, you fall onto the bed, Jihoon landing on top of you, his towel falling off in the process of the fall and save. 

A naked man is on top of you, brown eyes wide with shock staring into yours. His hands somehow moved right to the sides of your head as if to catch himself from falling even further on top of you. 

You can feel him. Feel his breath on your face, his skin on yours, his friend against your thigh. More heat rises, your face, your neck, your chest, your core. It’s bad. This shouldn’t be happening right now. 

The two of you are so engulfed in the moment, you don’t even realize when the door opens yet again. When voices you would normally recognize without trouble seem to fail your ears this time. Jihoon’s face so close to yours - way too distracting.

“What the fuck?!” 

Realization hits you at the same time as recognition and you gasp, your knee coming up, right into Jihoon’s lower parts, a yelp escaping him as he slides off the bed, hands now covering his private area and his face in a grimace of sheer pain. 

You don’t even notice it. Not really, at least. Now it’s not his face that’s distracting you but the one you used to love for so many years.

“Jaehyun?” You whisper. And for a second you think he came here to make amends, to win you back, to get on his knees and apologize - then you spot her walking in, her eyes scanning the room with distaste. 

“Who is that?” Jaehyun asks and you feel your blood boil. 

“What are you doing here?” You ignore his question. He isn’t looking at you, but at Jihoon still on the floor. 

“Oh, well, you know. We thought that it would be such a waste to let this suite go to waste,” it is her who answers you now, her deep red manicured hands now curling around Jaehyun’s biceps. 

This bitch. Your blood starts boiling. Anger makes you see red. 

“You brought her here?” You hiss at Jaehyun who has the decency to look guilty at least. You snort. Then, your eyes find Jihoon who’s still on the ground, Jihoon who is still naked. Jihoon, who desperately needs a place to stay. 

God knows what makes you do what you do next. Desperation? Foolery? Who knows. But you move to help Jihoon up, grabbing the towel and holding it in front of his lower half. 

“Y/N,” Jaehyun starts but you interrupt him.

“I see that we both had the idea to bring our new partners, or in your case old partner, to the suite we booked together, Jae. But since I was the one who paid for it, I would kindly ask you to leave.”

New partner. Jihoon needs a few seconds before he grasps what you just said. 

“New- new what?” He mumbles, but you clear your throat to drown out his voice. Jaehyun’s face is priceless and you don’t want the bluff to be uncovered so quickly.

“That is your new boyfriend?” She asks, her brows raised. You can see that she’s checking him out - his abs, his cest, his pretty face. It makes your insides turn with hatred and disgust. 

“Got a problem, Sierra?” You reply, your jaw tense. Her eyes only briefly meet yours.

“Oh, absolutely not. I’m glad to see you finally got out of that moping phase, honey. It really didn’t suit you.” 

Your grip around the towel tightens. 

Slowly, Jihoon begins to understand what is going on. Who these people are. There was supposed to be a wedding and a honeymoon, but neither of these happened. You are the bride, or well, were supposed to be the bride. And he, the man you called Jaehyun and who had caused all the color to fade from your face, surely seems to be the groom who… never got to be the groom. And judging by the way you reacted to him and her, he guesses the reason the wedding didn’t happen was… the woman you’d called Sierra. 

Blinking a few times, Jihoon realized that you were trying to convince him that he was your new boyfriend. That you had brought him here, to this hotel. It was ridiculous and straight out of a bad movie, but somehow… even if he didn’t know you, he felt like he should help you. And so, he let his arm wrap around your waist, catching you by surprise. 

“I would kindly ask you to leave us be. You have done enough.”

Your head swirled to look at the man next to you. His stern face and his wet hair. Drops of water sliding down the side of his neck. 

“How long has this been going on?” Jaehyun asks, ignoring Jihoon’s request. You turn to look at him again.

“That’s none of your business. You heard him, Jae. Leave. This isn’t your room anymore.”

Another beat of silence falls between the four of you. You try your best to ignore Sierra and cling onto Jihoon’s hand like it was the only saving grace. Perhaps that was true. Holding Jae’s gaze and trying to calm down your hurting heart, your wishes to throw something at him. 

“Fine. I heard the honeymoon suite in the Hilton is much nicer than this one, baby.”

It is then that you see it. The rings on her finger. Your stomach drops. He married her. Oh, you’re about to throw up. Jihoon seems to notice your change of emotions, quickly clearing his throat.

“Great. Have fun in Paris then.” 

He carefully takes the towel from your hand, wrapping it around him fully again. Then, he looks at you. The overwhelming urge to give you a hug is almost unbearable.

“Maybe,” Jaehyun said, “since we are both seeing other people and have moved on - we could grab dinner sometime this week. All of us.”

Jihoon sees the way your eyes shake at the suggestion. And he is just about to say no, that that’s not a good idea, when you push your shoulder back and hold your head high.

“What a lovely idea. We’d love to, isn’t that right, baby?” You interlock your fingers with Jihoon’s and he stares at you for just a second, before nodding.

“Sure,” he breathes out, looking at Jaehyun and Sierra. 

It most certainly isn’t a lovely idea, he is well aware of that. This whole thing isn’t a good idea. But here he is. Holding the hand of a woman he barely met twenty minutes ago. A woman who has seen him naked, a woman who had his half hard cock against the inside of her thigh. A woman he had been closer to than any other in the last five years. 

No, this wasn’t a good idea. This was an awful, horrible idea that could only go so, so wrong. 

Aren't we all

whipped for woozi

"oh- no, he's working. just let him be";

"woozi hyung is busy~";

"ya, don't go in there! he wanted to be alone while creating";

those are the most common things to hear from the members as a new comeback approach. woozi, as their main producer, is always so busy and so focused on creating that the members themselves tend not to mess with him, only dragging him out to eat and take a shower. he doesn't speak to anyone, he always asks to be left alone.

but that doesn't apply to you.

soonyoung has this little grin on his face as he sees you walking into woozi's studio, knowing damn well his friend could never kick you out.

and woozi doesn't kick you out. actually, he welcomes you with open arms (and tired eyes), asking how your day has been (and yawning while you talk). he's tired, he's worried about the deadlines and line distributions, but he feels at ease when you sit right beside him and place a hand on his chest.

"did you eat?", you ask.

"soonyoung just brought me some homemade meal from his mom", woozi says, staring at you.

"then you should nap".

"i don't want to", he shakes his head. "just let me be with you for a while, talk to you".

you hum, caressing his chest. he takes your hand, his lips curled into an "i'm in love" type of smile. woozi kisses your fingers before turning back to his software, telling you to check out what he has been working on.

woozi doesn't leave his studio to go home, but he's glad that you bring home to him.

CRUSH ON YOU : ljh

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pairing : jihoon × fem! reader

words : 1500

summary : jihoon, your long time best friend found your letters you wrote when you had a crush on him.

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Finding Jihoon at your door late at night was unsettling. Because he never really liked going out, especially when it rained like it was doing at the moment.

"Hey, something is wrong?" you asked, removing your glasses. You had been working, and his sudden appearance startled you. Jihoon just shook his head and walked in, his shirt drenched and hair wet.

"Did you run in the rain, all the way here?!"

Jihoon nodded silently. His uncharacteristic quietness scared you. Offering him a towel, you watched as he stood still in the hallway, avoiding eye contact.

It was silent for a while, but you needed to get back to work. Crossing your arms, you grew frustrated with his statue-like stance.

"Jihoon, is something wrong or—"You stopped mid-sentence as he finally looked at you, his eyes red and brows furrowed. He was mad. But why?

"Do you like me?"

Your heart stopped for a second when he asked that. Why? Because you did like him. Your crush on him had motivated you to become his friend. When he got into relationships, you stayed quiet, content with his happiness.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, confused. How did he know? And why now? You had convinced yourself that you didn't like him that way anymore. But your heart's reaction whenever he was around told a different story.

Jihoon walked towards you, and you took steps back until you were against the kitchen counter. He stood back a few steps and showed you a letter.

You took it and gasped at the now rain-soaked contents.

He crossed his arms, looking like he did when he was mad at Soonyoung for crashing at his place without warning.

The letter was one of the many you wrote for him when he finally started accepting you as a friend. You had been giddy with feelings and cheerfully wrote letters, unable to tell anyone how you felt around Jihoon.

This particular letter was from a time you saw him down, though he wore a nonchalant expression. Seungkwan later told you that Seungcheol, Jihoon’s cousin, had beaten up a guy for calling Jihoon short.

You had written a letter explaining everything you admired about him, knowing you'd forget the words when he was around because your heart would go into overdrive.

Tomorrow when I meet you, I wish to say how much I like you. I keep reminding myself of this while I do every chore because I don't want to forget when my heart goes into overdrive if I see you smile at me. And when you do, I might forget it all.

"Tell me, is this all true?" he questioned, and you knew it was now or never.

Clenching your fists, you stood your ground. it came this far, you might just rip it all like a band-aid over a surgery wound.

"Yes, I liked you. It was during the early stages of our friendship, and I didn't tell you because I didn't want to ruin what we had." You stuttered but managed to get it out.

A moment passed, and you still didn't look at him. Your gaze was fixed behind him, focusing on everything but him to stay calm.

He waved his hand in front of you, pulling you back to reality. He knew you always did that to escape panic attacks.

Jihoon stayed serious for a second before bursting into chuckles and finally doubling over with laughter, holding the counter for support.

You turned red, hitting his back."Stop laughing, Ji. It's serious."

He stood up, wiping his tears away as he looked at you, trying to hold back his laughter.

"God, stop laughing!" You were embarrassed and sulking, turning away with your arms crossed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you looked cute all embarrassed as you confessed." You were as red as a tomato now.

“Y/N, I'm sorry. Hey, look at me." You shook your head, embarrassed but not wanting to see him.He held you and turned you around, cupping your face in his hands.

“You look like a tomato, Y/N." His voice was soft, and you were frozen, not expecting this reaction.

"Don’t be embarrassed." He let go of you and took your hands in his. You took him in. His hair was half up, half down, wearing a white oversized t-shirt and pants. He looked so casual and classy despite his simple attire. It made your heart race when he was holding your hands so gently.

"I like you too, Y/N. I did since the moment I saw you." Not to be dramatic, but you were sure you were going to have a heart attack.

"What?"He chuckled, walking you over to the couch and sitting you down while he sat on the table in front of you, still holding your hands. You noticed his ears turning red.

"I think it was during orientation day. Soonyoung ran over to you and scared you from behind while I slowly walked with him. I was still far away when he scared you, and you turned around screaming. It was funny, but what made my heart stop was when you started laughing. You screamed and then laughed, hitting Soonyoung. Your laugh sounded like music to me that day. Call it what you want, but I knew then and there I liked you." he spoke softly looking lost as he was remembering it all over again. He had a little glint in his eyes as he did.

You were crying, your hands shaking. He squeezed your hand gently, drawing circles on it.

He grabbed a tissue box and handed it to you with a small smile, which made you hit his arm.

"You know, this wasn't the way I hoped you would react," you said, wiping your tears, your voice still breaking.

"I know. Do you still like me, though?" he asked, noting you had spoken in the past tense.

"I do. I honestly tried my best, but I think I still like you." You started sobbing into the tissues. He chuckled and pulled you into a hug.

"I don't know why I'm crying. I wanted to confess to you too." you said, your voice breaking with everything that was happening.

"It's fine, take your time." Being so close to him, you smelled his woody perfume and felt comforted by his body warmth.

You stayed like that for a while, calming down. Jihoon didn't mind, a giddy smile on his face as he listened to the rain and held you safe in his arms.

You pulled back and looked at him, finally calmed down.

"Good?" he asked, and you nodded.

"I was once with Soonyoung. He forgot something and asked me to bring it from the classroom while he talked to a professor. Long story short, I walked past a room with music coming from inside. I peeked in and saw you playing the piano. You looked so peaceful, and the tune made me feel so happy. Since then, I always snuck in to listen to you play. Then Soonyoung caught me one day, and that’s when we became friends. Since the first moment I saw you, Ji. My heart has been yours since then. I don’t know how else to put this." you finally said it out, not sobbing completely before you could finish.

Jihoon's eyes softened, pulling you closer.

"I’m really glad you told me all this. I had no idea you felt that way too."

You managed a small laugh.

"I guess we were both really good at hiding it."Jihoon chuckled.

"Yeah, I suppose so. But I don’t want to hide anymore."He gently lifted your chin so you were looking into his eyes.

"Y/N, I want us to be more than friends. Can we try?"Your heart skipped a beat.

“You really mean that?"He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Yes, I do. I want to be with you."You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a wave of relief and happiness.

"I want that too, Jihoon." you whispered, looking into his eyes.

He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted, but you didn’t. When his lips finally met yours, it felt like everything in your world clicked into place. The kiss was soft and gentle, full of the promise of something new and beautiful.When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling. Jihoon brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about."You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"Yeah, we do. But for now, can we just enjoy this moment?"Jihoon grinned.

"Absolutely." you both laughed at that.

You both sat there, wrapped up in each other, listening to the rain outside and feeling like the luckiest people in the world. The future seemed bright and full of endless possibilities, and for the first time, you were both ready to face it together.

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note : Woozi is badass and I love him.

Hello~

Hiya! My names Mei or Jxnko (Janko), I’m a new seventeen writer. Well, not entirely new, I used to write on wattpad a long time ago, but that’s in the past. Since it’s summer break I’ve decided to start some light writing about my favourite people!

Here are some things about me:

I’m 5′3″

I’m a pacific islander

I’ve been a Carat since the Pretty U era

My Ult is Woozi

My Biases for each unit are Woozi, Wonwoo, and Minghao

{you should also follow me on Instagram @cosmonaut.cowboy although it’s not a fanpage  (●´ω｀●)}

Messing Up

Type: angst, mentions of depression, explicit language, based off lyrics from Oliver Tree’s Miracle Man

{Y/N and Jihoon get into a fight and regretful words are said}

[It’s my first time writing a fic in a long time, please excuse me if it sucks, I also had to rewrite it from memory because it accidentally got deleted]

Jihoon often stayed late at the studio with Bumzu these days. You hated always feeling lonely when he was gone but there was nothing you could do besides wait for him. You would leave food out for him and you would wake up to it untouched and a text saying “sorry I already ate with hyung” 

You were starting to think he was avoiding you and using work as the excuse. That was always the thought at the back of your mind these past weeks. You guys were never open to each other like you were when you guys had started dating. Back, then you would tell him all about your “issues” and he would tell you his.

Today you wanted to let it all out, tell him how you’ve been feeling lately and ask him about his feelings too. You didn’t want to feel the way you did when you guys met, you didn’t want to depress yourself with the feelings and emotions of loneliness.

You cooked the last 2 packs of ramen you had and set the table. Then you waited for Jihoon to come home... you waited.... and waited.... and waited.

He usually came home around 6am but it was now 10am, so you decided to text him to check if was coming home at all today.

Y/N: Are you coming home today?

Jihoon: yea i just had sum stuff to work on

Y/N: ok

Ten minutes passed and you heard the door unlock.

“I’m home!” he yelled, usually you would run up and hug him and kiss him and ask him how his day went like you used to some time ago, those hugs and kisses stopped one day and you didn’t know exactly when.

“Can we talk real quick hoonie?” you said forcing yourself to flash an empty smile.

“Sure babe” he said as he showed you his best fake smile. At this point you felt so numb next to him for some reason, he smelled of soju and pizza, you could tell he was a bit tipsy and on edge.

But you could no longer hold back your emotions, as your smile faded you said “Are you avoiding me? Just tell me what you want! Am I not enough for you?!” you weren’t expecting yourself to burst out like that so suddenly.

You could see the anger rise in him. His outbursts weren’t uncommon, they usually happened after he came off of work like today.

You didn’t expect what happened next, then again you don’t exactly blame him for it either. He got up and stormed to the medicine cabinet and grabbed your antidepressants, he held them up and yelled: “FUCKING UP YOUR LIFE, WAS IT ENOUGH FOR YOU??!”.He then violently threw them on the ground, pills scattering across the floor.

You didn’t know what to say, so instead, you smiled calmly, grabbed your phone, purse, and jacket.

“Umm I don’t know what just happened, but it definitely wasn’t what I had expected haha, umm foods on the table. It’s cold. I’m going, I don’t know where. I have to process this, I’ll pick my stuff up later...”

and with that, you left.

Jihoon began to bawl, muffling his sobs through his hands. Left with the memory of his mistake and the look in your eyes when you left. He messed up and all he could think about was how he saw your eyes fall out of love with him as you closed the door.

masterlist

{sorry this is a really bad fic but I had to get my overflowing angsty emotions out}

Asks and request

I’m taking em all of em, anything you gots I’ll try my very best to answer or write. I’m having a very big boredom phase and I need stuff to keep me going bbys.

Imagine the boys have been on tour for a few months. Idol!Jihoon hasn’t been able to call you and text are rare. In fact, the last time he texted you was a week ago. You understood, he’s busy but that didn’t change the fact that you felt lonely. You blamed yourself for feeling so entitled to him, for being selfish. You had your doubts, “Maybe he’ll break up with me soon” or “he probably feels burdened by being with me”, all those thoughts came to mind. 

Tonight you were feeling especially doubtful. He was coming home today but unlike on other tours, he didn’t send you a message saying he much he wanted to come home and relax with him and just be with him. Instead, you got a single message, “I’m Sorry”. 

Masterlist

Me to the other members: The cutest!!! So handsome!!! THE BEST!!!! YES I LOVE YOUUUUUU

Me to Jihoon aka my bias: Stop playing. I’m deadass I will beat you up! Try me! I hate you, it’s on sight! Dumbass... (But if anyone tried to mess with you I would murder them)