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I’ve been wounded-
It’s 2021, y’all, stop saying your love language is words of affirmation. You have a praise kink.
Well shit
ateez ending fairies (1/?) ⌙ seonghwa, inception 200901
My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined 😭🥺
Is cauliflower allowed? 👉👈
If its showered in gasoline and thrown in fire then yes
I made a Picrew of me and if anyone wants to make one too you can but no pressure 👉👈
Tagging: @yeochikin @cappujinho @actuallythatwaspromise @onceonafullmoon @midzyatiny @masterninjacow
https://picrew.me/image_maker/338622
Not on my fucking christian minecraft server you don’t-
This bitchass knows what he’s doing look at that fucking smirk my god he’s so hot I feel attacked
choi san (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
What are u planing to write next? 💚
I’m glad you asked!! In a few days I’ll be posting a fanfic about emo Hongjoong with fluff/angst/smut. Maybe crack? Probably not but who the hell knows lol.
After that I’ll be making an au post with Wooyoung as a doctor and it’ll be fluff/smut.
I’ve been in a HUGE fluff mood recently so definitely expect more solely fluff content afterwards <3
This still applies js 🥺✊
If, at some point, you want to message me for any reason at all—please do! I’m all for making new friends! I need more internet friends tbh-
The coffe shop Au was super cute 💖💖💖
I’m so glad you liked it!! I loved writing it and honestly I think it’s one of my favorites
It’s Not Just The Coffee~
ꕥPosted: 1/11/21
ꕥGenre: CoffeeShop!au, Fluff
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x San
ꕥWord Count: 1.3k
ꕥWarnings: None
ꕥTagging: @midzyatiny
ꕥA/N: For those that don’t know, San has said before that if he wasn’t an idol he would be a barista, so that was my inspo. I wrote this while listening to Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg and I highly recommend listening to it while you read this, if you so desire :))
There was always something about that coffee shop that kept me coming back.
Maybe it was the homey, rustic look of the store or their creamy, rich coffee. Perhaps it was the gentle jazz music in the background or the adorable little plants they had displayed in their windows. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the cute barista that led me to return.
How Have You Bean was not only the cutest name for a coffee shop ever, but the name of this particular coffee shop. The one I happened to stumble upon when I first moved to town two months ago.
It was horribly cold that day. Due to the bitter cold and snow, I ran inside the nearest open building in search of warmth. There were only a few people there, mostly college students quietly discussing their upcoming assignments. I debated on whether or not I should order something. I’d be rude if I simply stayed and didn’t order anything, right? I walked to the counter and saw a male employee with his back facing me.
“Sir? I’d like to order if you don’t mind?”
The man turned around I couldn’t help but stare. I had never seen a man with such gentle yet stunning features. His eyes formed crescents as dimples on his face appeared.
Damn. Who is he?
“I don’t mind at all. How may I help you miss?”
Of course his voice would sound like honey.
I placed my order and he smiled. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”
My brows furrowed. “What makes you so sure?”
“I’ve worked here for quite a long time. I know every customer, but I’ve never seen you here.”
“Would you believe me if I said I’ve been here before? Just not when you’re here?”
“Nope.” His answer was immediate, “If you did, I would know.”
I smiled, “Alright, you omniscient being. How much do I owe you?”
I paid and he asked for my name. I gave him a quizzical look and he explained that he needed my name so he could write it down on my cup. I blushed slightly and told him.
“It’ll be ready in no time, miss.”
“Thank you,” I looked down at his name tag, “San.”
His beautiful smile returned as I called him by name. My heart fluttered and I sat down at a nearby table. I began to twiddle my thumbs as my head wandered to him. It was a habit that I’d never been able to rid myself of.
Is he single? Should I ask him? What if he says no? Maybe I should just approach him as a friend?
I tried my best to stay level headed and not completely fawn over him.
There’s absolutely no way that he’s single. With his looks and kindness, I’m sure someone is already hopelessly in love with him and I’m sure he feels the same.
I didn’t realize I was frowning until San was standing in front of me with my coffee in his hands, asking if I was feeling alright.
“Oh! Of course!” I said, unconvinced by my own feigned happiness.
San gave me a look I couldn’t quite place. He glanced back at the empty counter and sat down on the chair across from me.
“If you don’t want to talk I understand, but I don’t like seeing people sad. Is there anything I can do to help?”
The genuine look in his eyes made my heart swell. I never believed in love at first sight before, but I had no doubt that’s what this was.
“Ah. Well...”
The man waited patiently, not pushing me to say anything.
“I just moved here and I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know anyone. And you’re kinda cute and you’re making my heart beat really fast.” I whispered the last sentence, not wanting him to hear me, but he did. A playful gleam lit up his eyes and his mouth formed into a crooked smile.
“Cute, huh?”
My eyes widened and I buried my face in my hands. “Oh god I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
A moment of silence followed my confession, each passing second building my regret of saying it in the first place.
“I think you’re beautiful. Especially with the blush that I can tell is lighting up your face right now.”
“Nooo now I’m going to blush even more.” I giggled out of nerves.
San gently removed my hands from my face. His playful smile was still there, but his eyes had softened.
“I need to get back to work, but I’d like to see you again. I’m here most days so...yeah. Come and visit anytime. It was wonderful to meet you, miss.”
I gave a shy smile and responded, “You too.”
And so a day later, I returned. It became a habit of mine to visit San at the coffee shop at least twice a week. Seeing his bright smiles and deep dimples always seemed to remove my worries and stresses without fail.
Sometimes we would sit down and talk, other times we wouldn’t get the chance because of the exorbitant amount of people ordering coffee, keeping him busy. But the occasional glances and smiles in my direction made it all worth it.
One day, when the coffee shop was empty aside from him and I, I found myself sitting on the counter and tasting new coffee mixes that he was concocting.
“Mmm! This one is amazing!” I pointed at the small cup in my hand.
He gleamed, eyes widening, “Really?”
“Oh my god yeah! I think this is my favorite.”
San leaned down on the counter next to my legs, propping his head on his hands and looking at me with starry eyes, “What is it you like about it?”
“Well, it’s not too strong, to start with. I hate black coffee so automatically any coffee that isn’t black gets points in my book.”
He smiled, “What else?”
“I like the slight hazelnut taste. Hazelnut coffee is one of my favorites.”
He nodded, appearing deep in thought, “It’s one of mine, too.”
“You have good taste, sir.”
His handsome laugh rang out through the shop and I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“I’d love to teach you how to make it but my boss would probably kill me if I let you touch anything without you working here.”
“I mean...you could still show me. I’ll just watch.”
“You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?”
I felt my cheeks flush and I giggled, “Oh shush.”
“Watch what I’m doing very carefully okay?”
“Okay.”
San went about making a cup of coffee, instructing me on all the steps that he followed previously. When he was done he placed a lid on the cup, handing it to me.
“Oh I can’t accept this. This is too big of a big cup to take for free. Here, I’ll pay you for it.” I reached for my purse.
“Nope. On the house.”
Smiling at him I tilted my head, “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Although, I’m not quite done. There’s still one last step.”
“What’s that?”
He leaned towards me, “The last step is to ask the pretty girl in front of me if I can kiss her.”
Flustered, it took me a minute to process his words, “She says yes.”
I set my coffee down and placed my hands on his face, moving him closer to me as his lips touched mine.
His lips were as soft as I had imagined countless times, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips.
San pulled back, much to my dismay, and I noticed the slight blush dusting his ears.
“I’ve never seen you flustered before, San.”
“What? I’m not flustered.”
“Your pink ears say differently.”
He covered his ears with his hands and giggled, “You’re gorgeous, how else would I react?”
I shyly tucked my head in my hands, letting out an excited squeal.
Anyone from the outside would’ve probably thought we were still young teens who’d never felt butterflies before, judging by our pink faces and shy laughs, our lingering touches.
Confidence growing, I pushed myself to ask, “Can...can you kiss me again?”
“I would love to.”
Might fuck around and risk it all for emo joong-
Also I am 100% writing a fic about him literally just look at him what demon is this and where can I get one-
I’m so in love with pink haired San bc obviously he’s gorgeous but he also fits in with my aesthetic—
Okay picture this: Long ago their ancestors all lived in a wealthy kingdom. The king at the time was an ancestor of The Boyz. The ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids were highly regarded in the kingdom as they had been lifelong friends of the king. They were known for being kind souls. They would help out those of lower class whenever they could, give money if someone was in need; they were beloved.
But the king soon grew jealous of how much his people loved the ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids. The king felt threatened by their popularity.
And so, he banished both groups’ ancestors from the kingdom, leaving them to fend for themselves. The ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids at first worked together to survive, but then drifted apart due to difference in opinions and inner conflict. The Ateez legacy travelled to the deep forest, Stray Kids’ legacy to the mountains. All learned to fight and they were good at it. It was necessary to survive.
Ateez and Stray Kids themselves were raised to hate The Boyz’s kingdom. All throughout their lives they were told stories about the king had betrayed their trust and shamed their ancestors.
Ateez decided they had enough and planned to overthrow The Boyz’s kingdom, taking what they believed was rightfully theirs. Knowing they couldn’t do it alone, they sought out Stray Kids to help them fight. Stray Kids agreed, all now planning to avenge their ancestors and take the throne.
Little did they know, The Boyz were trained to fight too, in fear that one day the groups that the late king kicked out would come back.
All three groups were prepared to fight, and none of them cared if blood was shed.
the amount of power this picture holds is insane
To all the fanfic authors who write some variation of “aNd yOu cAN iMaGiNe tHe rEsT” to indicate more suggestive endings:
No. No I cannot imagine the rest. I am very uncreative, you see, and desperately need you paint out the setting and event in great detail for me. Please elaborate, I beg of you.
A Song For You~
ꕥPosted: 12/31/20
ꕥGenre: New Years, Fluff
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Hongjoong
ꕥWord Count: <500
ꕥWarnings: None
ꕥA/N: I know this one is a bit short but I still really like it. Please note that the lyrics included in this fic are not my own. I used lyrics from the song ilym by John K which I highly recommend everyone to listen to. Happy New Year :)))
Hongjoong pulled me by the hand into his studio, acting suspiciously giddy.
“This is an early New Years present.” He smiled wide, perfect eyes forming crescents, “I really hope you like it.”
“People don’t give each other presents for New Years, silly.”
“Okay but I do.”
He sat me down in a chair across from his piano and squatted down beside me.
“I wrote this song for you. I put a lot of thought into in and it took a lot of time but I think I finally got it right.” Hongjoong’s eyes began to water, “Before I met you, I wasn’t sure about a lot of things, but as soon as I saw you I fell instantly. I’ve always been sure about you. I love your little mannerisms, the way your voice changes and eyes sparkle when you’re excited, the way you treat everyone with kindness. I love your hip dips and sporadic freckles.”
A tear ran down his cheek and he wiped it away as I cupped his face. I asked him not to cry, feeling like I was going to cry, myself.
“I love all of you so, so much. This is for you, sweetheart.” Hongjoong gave me a quick kiss before got walking to his piano, sitting down and taking a deep breathe, and placing his fingers on the keys.
He looked at me and smiled before I heard his melodic voice ring out.
“I miss you already
And you’re not even gone
I wanna call you
We just hung up the phone”
My hands rose to my face, wiping the tears I could feel beginning to spill out. He wasn’t usually this emotional during holidays and I couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into him.
“I love you more than the bad days ahead
Oh I love you more
There will be times when your heart will forget
But I’ll say it over and over again
So you’ll know for sure
Darling I love you more”
After a moment or two, the song ended and Hongjoong walked back to me, reaching out to wipe a tear from my face.
“What did you think?” His eyes were hopeful.
I threw my arms around him, pulling him close, “I loved it.”
“I know this year hasn’t been great, but I’m so thankful you’re by my side.”
My boyfriend kneeled on the ground in front of me, pulling out a small box from his pants pocket.
“My love, I have never felt more alive than when I’m with you. You bring out the best of me and I love who I am when I’m with you. I have no doubt in my mind, you are my soulmate. So...”
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me, my love?”
I couldn’t form words, the happiness I felt bubbling within me feeling too overwhelming. So instead, I kissed him. It was sloppy, tears running down both of our faces as we pressed as close to each other as we could get.
He laughed into the kiss, “Is that a yes?”
I nodded my head, “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
“Do you wanna see your ring?”
“Oh my god I get a ring, too!”
“Did you forget?”
“I mean,” I giggled in embarrassment, “a little.”
He opened the box to reveal a beautiful, simple ring. He’d heard me rant enough about how too much importance was placed on the price of a ring to know that I preferred simple ones. I’d probably said a thousand times that if someone was truly in love, they’d be perfectly fine with twine as a ring.
“It’s beautiful, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong ran his hands through my hair, “You’re beautiful. Happy New Year, my love.”
“Happy New Year.”
✨Happy New Year Post!✨
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!! This year absolutely sucked, there’s no use beating around the bush, but I wanted to thank everyone for their support. I started my account late this year and didn’t really expect anyone to read anything of mine or even interact with me at all. I wanted a place where I could write without judgment or fear and I’ve most certainly found it. Thank you to everyone.
I want to mention certain blogs that I really admire and have just fallen in love with. If for some reason you haven’t heard of them, get on that because each one of them are so amazing.
To the people whose fics I’ve binge read so many times I can’t even keep track: Thank you for the effort and hard work you put into your writing. Every time one of you post it actually makes my day. Your posts inspire me to work harder so that one day someone will look up to my work like I work up to yours. Thank you. @latte-fairytaekwoon @serendipityunho @mingishoe @ateezmakemeweep @lustjoong @vocalyunho @starrychannies @ithinkilikeit-reactions
To the people I’ve had the pleasure of talking with and getting to know even a little bit from my time here: I admire all of you so much. From your kind hearts to wonderful writing, your posts make me so happy and never fail to inspire me to work harder. Thank you for being you. @yeochikin @actuallythatwaspromise @cappujinho @masterninjacow
To @atzinc : Thank you so much for accepting me and reblogging my posts. It’s meant so much to me over these few months.
To my closest friend here: I’ve known you for so long that it really feels like I’ve known you forever. Thank you for all the wonderful memories we’ve had together and I can’t wait for all the new ones we’ll make. @onceonafullmoon
To my current followers, or anyone who followed me at one point: Literally just thank you so much. There’ve times where I have been so down on myself and my writing but I’ll look at all the people following me and just feel so honored that so many people deemed my work good enough for them to follow me. You’ve made me happier than you know.
I will be posting one more fic before New Years (basically right after I make this post) and I have several lined up already for 2021. I will also be starting a choose your story series for ateez which I am SO excited to reveal soon!!!
Overall, thank you to anyone who messaged me, liked or reblogged any of my posts, or even visited my account at all. I’m a sensitive bitch so I’m gonna stop here before I start crying. Thank you all. I wish you so, so much luck in 2021. Much love.
~Doe ♥️
Cold Ice & Warm Hearts~
ꕥPosted: 12/24/20
ꕥGenre: College!au, Christmas Imagine, Fluff
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Jongho
ꕥWord Count: 1.8k
ꕥWarnings: None
ꕥA/N: I’ve been watching a shit ton of ice skating videos lately so this is the result lol
Ice skating was my favorite part of the holiday season without a doubt. I was always able to skate more around December since I had a month off from college, which was fantastic. Not to mention that more people would skate than usual, meaning the more people I could teach to skate, feeling pride swell in my chest as I saw them improve.
I was recently gifted a pair of beautiful white ice skates by one of my friends as an early Christmas present. Although the holiday was right around the corner, she said she just couldn’t wait to give them to me, knowing how much I needed new skates.
“You’re completely wearing out your old ones,” She told me, “These will treat you much better.”
Although I very much loved my old pair, I had to admit she had a point. The laces were tearing and the soles were wearing down, making it very difficult to skate without having to stop and adjust them every few seconds.
Tonight I was walking to the outdoor skating rink only a few blocks from my apartment. I lived in a relatively busy city so I expected many people to be there, but I never minded that. It made me happy to see so many enjoying it.
As I walked with my ice skates, my mind wandered. It had been a few months since I last skated and I had been dying to get back. I was slightly nervous; however. I always was if I hadn’t skated in a while. Part of me worried that I would fall as often as I did when I began or forget how to skate all together.
I sat on the benches next to the rink to put my skates on when a deep, attractive laugh caught my attention. I turned my head to the right of the rink, observing the young man it came from. He was about average height and had one of the most endearing smiles I had ever seen. His dark brown hair swayed in the wind as he slightly picked up speed. His long, tan jacket looked warm and for a brief moment I had to refrain myself from thinking about how it would feel to cuddle up next to him.
He was surrounded by four other men, some obviously more skilled than others, but he, himself, wasn’t bad at all. He could skate relatively well and I wondered if he grew up skating like I did. Or maybe he was a natural talent?
His build was strong. I could tell that even with the several layers he was wearing. He certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes, to say the least.
One of the men near him stumbled and fell, the others laughing while the man wearing the tan jacket helped him up, a slight smile on his face but still expressing concern.
He seems kind.
I shook myself from my thoughts and tied the soft white laces of my skates. There were more people on the rink than I expected and it made me smile. Maybe some would find passion in it like I did.
I stepped out on the ice and made several strides, feeling silly for being nervous before. Ice skating was so ingrained in me that I had no reason to be. I moved to the rhythm of the Christmas music playing overhead and felt the world fading away. My worries, fears, stressors—all of it—melted from me as I made laps around the rink, occasionally adding a spin or two.
I was only slightly aware of the people looking in my direction and the gasps in awe being directed towards me. Because honestly, it didn’t matter. I never cared much for the compliments. Sure they were nice, but I skated for myself. To improve myself, not to impress others. Although, perhaps tonight I had a motive to impress a certain man. Only perhaps.
I slowed down to look at the sky above me. The lights surrounding the rink only a slight distraction from the twinkling stars.
How gorgeous.
Smiling to myself I leisurely spun around, eyes still locked on the sky. I didn’t need to constantly look at the ice to keep my balance. It took some practice, but it became second nature to keep my balance no matter where I was looking.
“Miss?”
The slight disappointment I had from being interrupted only lasted for a few seconds until I saw the man I had been admiring in front of me. I blinked a few times, his handsome features up close catching me off guard.
“Yes?”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where did you learn to skate like that?”
A wide smile spread across my face at his question, “I grew up skating. I practiced nearly every weekend.”
He nodded, “That’s impressive. Think you could teach me?”
“Teach you what exactly? You seem to have a good grasp on skating already.”
He chuckled and looked down, confidence faltering for only a moment, his gummy smile emerging, “Okay if I’m being honest, that was my best attempt to ask if you’d like to skate with me.”
I raised a brow and looked over to his friends who were giggling in our direction until they were caught off guard by my gaze, quickly averting their eyes.
“Do your friends have anything to do with this?”
“I mean, I suppose a little. I wanted to approach you so they encouraged me. It wasn’t a dare or anything like that if you were wondering.”
“That’s cute of them.” I cocked my head for a moment, “I don’t mind, but are you sure you can keep up? I can’t promise I’ll slow down for you.”
“I can certainly try.”
I nodded and skated off, not waiting for him to join by my side, but knowing he would, and he eventually did.
“So,” I began, “May I have your name?”
“That would probably be useful information, yes.” He laughed, “I’m Jongho. What’s yours?”
I introduced myself and he nodded, a slight smile still on his face.
“You’re really attractive, you know that?”
He flushed, “Wow. Are you always this blunt?”
“Usually,” I shrugged.
“I admire that. I am too, most of the time.”
“Yeah?” I skated slightly ahead of him, turning around and skating backwards, still facing him, “You give off the vibe that you would be.”
His eyes became playful, “What other vibes do I give off?”
“Hmm. You look strong, so maybe you work in construction? Or some other profession that requires physical strength,” I raised my hand to my chin, “Also, I feel like you play an instrument. Maybe you sing? Either way I think you’re musically inclined.”
“You’re wrong with the profession. I’m a college student but I’m on a dance team so it requires strength. Plus I just like working out. You were right about the singing, though. It’s a hobby of mine.”
Jongho once again smiled, but it quickly disappeared and his eyes widened. He reached out towards me grabbing my arms and pulling me close.
“What are you-”
A little girl skated past us at a fast speed, right where I had been before.
My heart was racing, almost to the point of not being able to form words, but I had to thank him, “Oh my gosh thank you.”
“Hey it’s no problem.”
I noticed how close we were, my hands placed on his chest with his arms locked on my back. All at once I felt as if my breath had been taken from me as I looked into his dark eyes. I felt myself being drawn to him, unknowingly leaning in closer.
And then he let me go, skating away from me, “Are you gonna catch up?”
I brought my hands to my cheeks, feeling their heat before shaking it off and skating next to him.
Jongho looked in my direction when I reached his side, “Your cheeks are awfully pink, darling. Are you feeling cold?”
His cocky voice and the pet name caught me off guard and I looked anywhere but him, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Oh don’t get shy now. What happened to the blunt and confident girl I met earlier?”
“She’s blushing right now. And feeling nervous because she thought you were going to kiss her.”
He titled his head, “Did she want that happen?”
“She might have...” I bit my bottom lip and nodded, “She did.”
“Well you’ve gotta take me out to dinner first.” He laughed, “But, I might make an exception for you. On one condition.”
“Which is?”
I noticed he stopped skating and I stopped as well, curious as to what he might want.
“I want to go on a date with you.”
I narrowed my eyes, “You aren’t a player, are you?”
“No, not at all!” Jongho raised his hands in defense, “I just think you’re really beautiful and I’d like to get to know you better.”
I giggled at the compliment, feeling shy, “In that case, I agree to all terms and conditions.”
“Come here, then.”
I skated slightly closer to him, placing my hands on his warm cheeks as I felt his hands rest on my hips.
“I haven’t kissed anyone in a hot minute.” I confessed.
“That makes two of us,” Were his last words as he placed his lips on mine. His lips felt so warm and inviting and only until that moment did I realize how badly I had wanted to kiss him. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him harder, leaving me breathless. Too soon we pulled apart, eyes finding the other’s.
Jongho’s gummy smile appeared and I felt my heart skip. The cheer of several men brought me back to my surroundings.
“Yeah,” Jongho rubbed his neck, looking in their direction, “They’re a bit crazy but you get used to them.”
“I’d like to.”
His eyes warmed and he took my by the hand, “So when are you free? I know a great restaurant that just opened up a week ago. We’ll have to hurry though, Christmas is right around the corner and I’m sure we won’t be able to get in for the next few days.”
“Oh yeah? How about this Friday?”
“Perfect.”
“What’s your favorite flower?”
I furrowed my brows, “Why?”
“Well if you think that I’m going to show up at your place without bringing you flowers, you’re sadly mistaken.”
I bit my lip again and looked down at the ice, “I tend to like peonys.”
“Noted.”
We exchanged numbers and said goodbye far too early for my liking, but his friends began to complain about being hungry, and he caved.
Watching Jongho walk away I decided to head back home. Originally I planned on skating for a while after, but I couldn't seem to concentrate with all the butterflies in my stomach.
Not even halfway back to my apartment I received a text from Jongho, making me smile.
‘Don’t forget our date!’ He wrote.
‘I’ll be looking forward to it :)’
The butterflies in my stomach returned. Feeling childish with these new emotions, I skipped the rest of the way home with a smile on my face. All but holding my breath for the next time I would see him.
Silver Nights With You~
ꕥPosted: 12/18/20
ꕥGenre: College!au, Christmas Imagine, Fluff, Angst & Smut (You know it’s gonna end happy, I’m a sap)
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Mingi
ꕥSummary: You get stuck in a cabin with Mingi and shit goes down( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
ꕥWord Count: ~4.9k (Holy shit I’ve never written this much before I am so sorry)
ꕥWarnings: Angst, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my dudes), Praise (m & f receiving),
ꕥA/N: This is the most angst I will ever write, I was genuinely on the brink of tears while writing this because I honestly can’t stand people being sad. Anyway this literally took me days to write and I really hope you all like it :)
ꕥTagging: @raysanshine
“It’s fucking cold.” I took a sip of my hot cocoa, burying myself deeper in the mountain of blankets on my lap, glancing at the snow falling outside.
Wooyoung scoffed and spread his arms along the back of his couch, “It’s December, of course it’s gonna be cold.”
I turned back to him, “Okay, yeah, but I’m still gonna complain about it.”
“You complain about everything.”
“That is a gross over-exaggeration that portrays me in an unfair light and, frankly, you should be ashamed.”
My closest friend smiled, showing his slight dimples. His eyes drifted to my own, smile fading slightly. “What do I have to do for you to join us? Even for an hour or so?”
I sighed. Wooyoung had been bothering me about coming to our friend Yunho’s annual Christmas party for days now, but I simply wasn’t in the mood.
“I’d rather not go at all.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
A year ago at the same party, my boyfriend Mingi broke up with me. It wasn’t a bad breakup, but it still hurt. He was set to study abroad for the next year and it just made the most sense to him, he told me. So who was I to stand in the way of his dreams? We decided to cut contact shortly after, it being too painful for us to even have small talk. We hadn’t talked since.
I’d spent the following year in a limbo, trying my hardest to enjoy my newfound independence, but ultimately failing, my thoughts somehow finding their way back to Mingi. Everything reminded me of him.
Rainy days made me think of the way he loved to dance with me in the rain, spinning me and smiling wide, warm raindrops messing up our hair. Sunny days made me think of the times we’d both take off work to have picnics, making wishes on dandelions. Stormy days made me think of how we’d cuddle up to one another and watch a trash movie, making fun of the characters’ bad choices. He was a part of me. He always would be. I suppose two years of dating does that. I suppose they take a part of you with them, too.
I told myself I healed. I told myself I was over him. But deep, deep down I knew I wasn’t. Part of me never would be.
“He won’t be there this year, if that helps at all.”
I remained silent, refusing Wooyoung a response, looking down at the carpet.
“I get it. I know what you’re going through. It really wasn’t that long ago that Aisha broke up with me.”
My eyes darted up. Wooyoung hadn’t talked about their breakup with me yet. I refused to push him, knowing he was still in pain and that he’d tell me when he was ready.
“It was for the best but I can’t pretend like I’m gonna move on soon. We were dating for a year and a half for god’s sake.” He let out a bitter laugh and turned to me, “I know it’s tough, but would you do it for me? Please come.”
“Okay.”
-
The high shrill of a female voice rang out through my phone, leading me to pull the device away from my ear.
“I knew Wooyoung could get you to change your mind!”
“Arin I get that you’re excited, but I’m gonna go deaf if you keep yelling.”
“Ack I’m sorry! I’m just so excited to see you! It’s been, what? Five months since I saw you last?”
“Yeah something like that.”
“Well anyways, I know it’s probably tough for you but I really appreciate you going. I know everyone else will, too.”
I tried to push down the longing I felt for Mingi, remembering the previous year in far too much detail.
“Yeah it’ll be nice to see them.”
“Okay I hate to cut it short but my boss might actually fire me if he finds me on my phone again.”
“You’re literally dating him. There’s no way in hell he’d fire you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
“Shh not so loud!”
I rolled my eyes, knowing I was speaking no louder than usual.
“Alright. Take care then. I’ll see you at the party.”
“Yep! Love you, girly!”
“Love you, too. See ya.”
My phone beeped, signaling the end of the call.
I checked the calendar hanging on the wall of my bedroom. Three more days till the party and I was dreading it more and more.
A knock at the door startled me and I made my way over, opening the door to find Wooyoung standing before me with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“What are you doing here?”
“What? Can’t a guy just drop by to say hello to his best friend?”
“He can, but you only do when you’re up to something. What is it this time?”
“Nothing! Scout’s honor!” He lifted a hand to make the famous three-fingered salute.
“You were never a boy scout, dumbass.”
Wooyoung brought a hand to his chest, mocking offense, “I’ll have you know that I simply brought flowers over as a thank you for agreeing to come with us.”
“Aww really? Do you wanna come in?”
“Yeah, really. But nah I can’t stay, I just wanted to drop them off.”
“You’re sweet.”
A cocky smile formed on his face, “I know.”
He passed the flowers over to me, giving me a hug and saying his goodbyes. I watched him walk to his car, a little skip in his step, wondering how anyone could let him go.
-
I grabbed my warmest jacket and walked out to my car. Today was the day I’d been dreading for weeks. Today was the day I’d have to put on a brave face and pretend I was alright. I mentally hyped myself up as I slid into the driver’s seat.
You’ll be okay. You’re strong. You can do this.
Snow was already starting to fall and I made a mental note to be careful. After all, Yunho’s cabin was roughly an hour away.
As I drove, the snow began to fall much faster, leaving me no choice but to feel concerned. My car didn’t have four-wheel-drive and what if my car got stuck? I was only fifteen minutes away but in snow like this with such a low temperature, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk the rest of the way.
The sun had already begun to set and seeing the road becoming much harder. Only four more minutes with the current speed I was going. I could make it.
Of course, the universe wasn’t having it and my car broke down almost immediately after I had the thought.
“Fuck.”
I panicked for a brief moment, trying to start up my car with no success.
Wait. My phone.
Grabbing my phone at rapid speed, I found it out of battery.
“I literally just charged it what the hell?”
I tried my best to cope with the fact that I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, I opened my car door and braced for the cold wind.
Trudging through the snow storm, I felt my ears and hands begin to hurt from the cold. I could barely see where I was going, having to rely on remembering where the cabin was based on the times I had been there prior.
Eventually I spotted a cabin in the distance and kept going, feeling myself lose heat with every step.
Finally, I climbed up the stairs and reached the main doorway.
I knocked loudly against the large wooden door, silently pleading for someone to answer. After waiting a few seconds with no response I tried to turn the door knob, grateful to find it unlocked.
I pushed the door open and entered, quickly closing it behind me. Warm air rushed over me and I never felt so thankful for indoor heating. The inside looked the same as it always did; the main door lead to the living room which had the same snow globes above the fireplace as always, the same Christmas decorations scattered throughout, and the Christmas tree in the same corner as usual.
I shivered and moved to find a blanket when I saw a tall figure enter the living room. I looked up, feeling my heart drop. Standing before me was the one man that I didn’t want to be here.
Mingi’s eyes widened and mouth opened, looking at me with surprise. It seemed both of us were frozen, unable to do anything other than look at one another.
His rich chestnut hair was longer than when I saw him last, it was parted in the center, reaching his eyes. He was wearing a fitted green sweater that complimented his honey skin and tight ripped jeans. I refused to allow myself to acknowledge how attractive he truly looked. I refused to tell myself how much I missed him and how I wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms.
“What are you doing here?” I managed to say, hating how timid my voice sounded. It’s because of the cold, I thought.
He seemed to come out of his trance, “I could ask you the same.”
“I’m here for the Christmas party.”
Mingi gave me a confused look. “The party isn’t until the twenty third.”
Annoyed, I narrowed my eyes, “It is the twenty third.”
He raised a brow and took his phone from his pocket, turning it to me, ‘December 19th’ it read.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I huffed, moving to sit down on the couch while running my hands along my arms for some sort of warmth. Mingi noticed immediately and left the room only to bring back several thick blankets.
I removed my jacket and wrapped the blankets around me as tight as I could.
“My car broke down a while back and my phone is dead. Is there anyone here that could give me a ride?” I didn’t want to spend more time with him than I had to. It hurt too damn much.
Mingi gave an apologetic smile, “I’m the only one here, actually.”
I gave the man a confused look, “Why are you here?”
“My second semester ended so I’m no longer studying abroad. I came back to visit friends but didn’t have a place to stay so Yunho has let me stay here for a few days.” He was silent for a few seconds before adding, “I was gonna leave before the party I-”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s fine.”
Silence.
“I would take you home if I could, but my car is being fixed right now so it isn’t here. We could call someone maybe if that-”
“Yeah that’s fine. Can I borrow your phone?”
He nodded and handed it over. I didn’t notice it when he showed me his phone before, but his lock screen was different. It shouldn’t have hurt to see that it changed from a selfie of us to a picture of him with friends I assume he made abroad. It shouldn’t have. It had been a year, I should be over him.
I opened his phone without needing a password and tried to hide a smile. He never had a password in all the time I’d known him.
Good to know some things never change.
I dialed Wooyoung’s number and pressed the call button.
“We are sorry, but at this time your service provider is out of range. Please-”
Great.
I handed back his phone, “You don’t have any signal.”
“That’s odd, we always have service here...Do you wanna charge your phone? Maybe you’ll have better luck?”
“Yeah.”
He left the room and I placed my head in my hands, trying to process seeing him for the first time in a year. He was devastatingly handsome and still as kind as always.
I really miss him, don’t I?
His voice started me, “Hand me your phone, I’ll plug it in for you.”
I passed my phone over, accidentally touching his warm hands and I felt a spark run through me which I did my best to ignore. With almost comical timing, just as Mingi reached a plug-in, the lights went out.
“Uhh...that’s not supposed to happen.”
I scoffed, “No kidding. Do we have a generator?”
“Honestly, I don’t think we do.” Mingi gave me a sad look, “It’s been snowing hard outside for hours so there’s no way we’ll be able to leave now. Even with a car.”
“Awesome. I love to hear that.”
“At the very least we’ve got food to last us a few days. We should be okay-”
“Do I look like I want to spend several days here?” I snapped.
He looked taken aback at my words and I felt a pang of regret in my chest.
“I’m not sure we have a choice.”
I hated to admit it, but he was right.
“Do you want any food?”
“Huh?” I asked, confused.
“Are you hungry? I could make you something if you’d like.”
I thought for a moment. “Yeah, actually. If you don’t mind, anyway.”
Mingi shook his head, walking to the kitchen. I didn’t realize how hungry I really was until he mentioned it, so I didn’t care what he made for me.
Minutes later he placed a plate and cup on the coffee table in front of me.
My favorite sandwich and chips. He remembered.
It should have been considered kind, but it just broke my heart a bit further. It was a simple act, but it proved that he stored it in his memory.
He remembered.
“I hope it’s still your favorite. I got you your favorite lemonade, too.”
I nodded, trying to prevent tears from spilling.
“I’ll be honest, I’m not quite sure what to do.”
“Lighting the fireplace would probably be a good start.”
He laughed, “Ah you’re totally right. I’ll be back with a lighter, call out to me if you need anything.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Stuffing my face with the sandwich, I hummed. I always loved his sandwiches. There was something special about them, knowing that he made them for me, and this one was no different.
Mingi once again returned, this time with a lighter and a blanket, lighting the fire and sitting down on the couch across from me, wrapping himself in the blanket.
I couldn’t help but wonder how I possibly ended up in the current situation. Maybe the universe was out to get me. Who knows?
I took another bite of my sandwich, hoping I’d be able to leave soon.
-
I briefly glanced over at Mingi to find him on his phone.
Lucky. I wish I had mine so I wouldn’t be so damn bored.
The crackle of the fireplace was the only noise for what seemed like an hour. Neither one of us spoke. Growing tired of not doing anything, I stood and walked towards the fireplace to admire the snow globes. I noticed that behind the globes rested a photo album. I debated whether or not I should open it for the span of a few seconds before my curiosity got the best of me.
Opening it up, I saw pictures of all of our friends from the previous years of Yunho’s Christmas party. I began to walk back to the couch with my eyes on the book when I tripped, some of the pictures falling out. Mingi noticed and quickly rushed over to my side.
“Are you alright?” He was careful not to touch me, I noticed, but he was still right by my side.
“I’m fine, just help me pick these up.” I motioned towards the pictures scattered across the floor.
“Of course.”
We resumed our silence, picking the photos up and placing them back in the book. Noticing Mingi had stopped helping me I looked at him, prepared to make a quick jab at him for not helping, when I saw why he stopped.
In his hands he was holding a picture of the two of us kissing, dated two years prior.
I let out an empty chuckle, devoid of all humor, “I don’t know why that’s still there. Here,” I reached out to take the photo, “I’ll throw it away-”
“Don’t.” His response was immediate, taking me by surprise. He shifted awkwardly, clearing his throat, “I’d like to keep it.”
My heart felt like it stopped for a moment, hoping he missed us as much as I did.
“Why?” I asked.
Mingi smiled, still looking at the frozen image of the two of us. “Do you remember this day?”
“Of course I do.” My eyes began to water without me realizing, “That day was the first time you told me you loved me.”
His eyes found mine, sadness within them, “Yeah. Yeah it was.” His voice became horse as if he was fighting back tears.
“I didn’t want to let you go.”
“Then why did you?”
His eyes drifted down. “I was traveling halfway across the world for a year. I guess part of me thought you would meet someone else. I wanted to save myself the heartbreak in case you did.”
“I would’ve gladly stayed with you if you had asked. I have no desire to meet anyone else. Ever. You are the only one for me.” I froze, the realization of my words hitting me.
Mingi looked at me, “When I was abroad, I missed you every second of every day and I have missed you every second of every day since.” His hands cupped my face as if I was made of glass and a single tear fell down his cheek, causing my own tears to spill.
I was no longer able to speak, and so I did the only thing I could think of: I kissed him.
I kissed him with all the hurt that I felt after he left me. I kissed him with the deep love that I still felt for him. I kissed him with the fear that I’d lose him once again.
Our kisses soon grew heated, the photo album quickly forgotten, and I found my arms wrapped around his neck, hands running through his soft hair while his found their way to the bottom of my sweater, toying with it.
“Do you want this?” He growled, voice much deeper and raspier than before.
“Yes.”
With that, he pulled my sweater over my head, eyes scanning the red, lacy bra I was wearing.
His favorite.
Mingi chuckled, “This is still my favorite bra of yours.”
“I don’t know, I’ve got some new ones that are pretty hot.”
He let out a groan and began to leave kisses down my neck, setting my skin on fire.
I stopped him, needed to know one thing before we continued, “Did you...have you...since we last...?”
He smiled, “How could I? I’ve only ever been yours. Have you?”
I gave a slight smile, “No. No, I haven’t.”
I kissed him again and lifted his sweater, tossing it across the room. He had slightly defined abs when I was with him before, but they were far more prominent now. His arms were much more defined and it took all of my concentration to keep from drooling.
“Like what you see, doll?”
My voice was a borderline squeak, “Yes.”
“You still into praise, sweetheart?
I nodded, pulling on his jeans. Only slightly embarrassed with how eager I was.
“Not yet, baby.” Mingi easily lifted me to the couch and helped me remove my jeans. He grabbed my hips and placed me on his thigh, tightening his muscles as he dragged my clothed core across his own jeans. In mere seconds I became a quivering mess. I realized how truly long it had been since I’d been with anyone like this, and I had to admit I was needy.
“What a good girl you’re being for me. Aren’t you? You’re doing wonderfully, my love.”
I whimpered and pulled myself closer to him.
“Are you close, baby?”
I nodded, maybe too quickly, and felt my orgasm wash over me. I panted, already out of breath.
“Good girl.”
Bringing my lips to his I reached for his pants again and this time he helped me remove them. As I grinded down against him, he let out a deep growl.
“Let’s rid you of these, hmm?”
He eagerly removed my panties and bra and stared at me for a minute.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I blushed fiercely. “You’re so incredibly handsome. Somehow even more so than when I saw you last.”
Mingi looked at me with a shy smile then resumed his actions. He removed his underwear and ran his length across my slit, teasing me slightly.
“Mingi, I need you.” I begged.
His eyes darkened and he entered me without hesitation. My back arched as he reached a steady pace and littered my neck with kisses, most likely leaving hickies, marking me as his.
I pulled his hair, bringing him closer to me. Mingi was always fairly vocal, but he could never get enough of me pulling his hair, always moaning in response.
He reached down and toyed with my clit, causing sparks to fly through me.
“Fuck—babe don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t—shit—planning on it, doll.”
Both of us quickly reached our high, cumming at the same time. I pressed a hand against his chest as I caught my breath.
“You’re still really, really good at that.”
Mingi laughed, “You are too, sweetheart. Oh wait-”
He got up and returned with a warm towel, cleaning me up and looking at me fondly.
“You’re cute.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi smiled, placing the towel aside,“Now, how about we get under some blankets? We’ll feel cold soon enough.”
I nodded and began to put my undergarments on, reaching for my sweater.
“I think not.” He said, now with his pants on, handing me his own sweater which I gladly took.
“You look hella good in my clothes, miss.”
I giggled at his choice of words, feeling happiness bubble in my chest for the first time in a long time.
“You look hella good without a shirt, mister.”
Mingi raised a brow and ticked my sides, making me squeal.
“I’ll fight you!” I yelled.
He stopped and rubbed his nose against mine, “Sorry I can’t help it. Your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world.”
“Shut up.” I laughed, feeling shy.
He placed arm around me, nuzzling my neck.
I turned to him, worry in my eyes, “I’m really sorry for lashing out at you earlier. That’s not like me.”
He smiled, “I know it’s not. But don’t worry about it, I understand. It’s a defense mechanism I guess.”
I cuddled up to him then realized I needed to use the restroom. I tried to get up when he pulled me closer to him.
“Please don’t leave me.”
“Silly, I just have to use the restroom. I don’t want a UTI.”
He laughed aloud, “Fine but you better come right back.”
“I will,” I told him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before I walked away.
I soon looked in the mirror of the bathroom, observing my flushed cheeks and the wide smile I couldn’t seem to wipe off my face.
This girl looks happy. I think I can get used to seeing her in the mirror.
I returned and was instantly pulled back into his arms.
“I love you.”
I felt a tear run down my face, feeling beyond happy, “I love you, too. So much.”
I wasn’t sure when, but I felt my eyes began to droop, slowly falling asleep in the arms of the man I loved.
-
The day following, Mingi’s phone recieved signal and I was able to call Wooyoung. Apparently the power lines had fallen, everyone in the immediate area losing power. The nearest roads had been somehow cleared overnight and he’d be able to come pick me up.
“Wooyoung’s on his way over, apparently everyone lost power.”
“Hmm. well I, for one, am glad we did,” Mingi pulled me into a tight hug.
“Yeah, me too.”
A silence fell between us, but it was comfortable this time.
Mingi spoke up, his voice becoming playful, “I’m taking you on a date soon. There’s nothing you can do about, I’m afraid you cannot refuse.”
“As if I would refuse.”
“Mmm.” I didn’t think he could, but he pulled me even closer to him.
“Mingi you’re literally gonna break my bones.”
He let go of me, eyes wide, “Did I hurt you? Gosh I’m so sorry I can—”
“You didn’t hurt me you goof.”
“Oh good. You scared me.”
The honk of a car horn scared me and I jumped, Mingi hiding a smile.
“Call me if you need anything, okay? You’ve got my number.”
“Of course.” Giving him one last kiss before I bid him goodbye and left the cabin, hopping in Wooyoung’s car.
“Holy shit are you okay? Was anyone even home? My god I feel so bad—”
“Mingi was there.”
Wooyoung’s face froze, quickly turning into a scowl, “I swear if he did anything to you—”
“No, don’t worry about it. We’ve made up,” I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.
He didn’t say anything, he only stared at me before he spoke again, “You two totally fucked, didn’t you?”
“Wooyoung!” I slapped his arm in shock.
“You didn’t deny it!”
“Oh shut up. Just take me home.”
He playfully rolled his eyes and put the car in drive.
“Just so you know, I’m happy for you. I get why he did it but I am still a little pissed. I swear to fucking god if he breaks your heart again I will actually break his knee caps.”
“Oh I don’t doubt it. I wouldn’t worry to much about it, though.”
“If you insist, okay.”
“I do.”
-
December twenty third. The day that I had been dreading once, now one that I had been very much looking forward to. I checked my makeup and outfit once more before texting Mingi.
Me: I’m ready whenever you are!
Mingi Mango: I’m outside :)
Me: Shit, already?
Mingi Mango: Language
I scoffed, grabbing my purse and running outside to meet him.
“Babyyyyyy!” Mingi yelled as he saw me.
“Mangoooo!” I yelled back, jumping into his arms.
“How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Mingi it’s been two days.”
“But it feels like forever! You look absolutely stunning, by the way.”
“You cheese. You look really good yourself.”
“You know it,” Mingi winked and opened his passenger car door for me, “My lady.”
I was unable to keep from smiling, giving him a little kiss on the cheek and climbing into the car. The entire car ride was filled with lighthearted conversation, not a single silent moment between us.
“We’re here, doll.”
“Yes I see the cabin in front of us.” I teased him.
“Well just in case you didn’t I thought I’d let you know.” He laughed, eyes disappearing into crescents, and I felt my heart swell.
We held hands as we walked into the cabin, finding several pairs of eyes turning to us, then to our intertwined hands. I was pleased to find smiles on my friend’s faces, feeling happy that they were happy for us. Arin came running towards me at a seemingly inhuman speed and wrapped her arms around me.
“Ahhh how are you, girly? I’ve missed you so much! And you look gorgeous! I love that sweater on you! And your makeup! Wow! How’d you do that? Have you been eating well?”
“One question at a time, Arin.” I smiled.
“Sorry! I’m just so happy!”
"Me too!” I looked around, “Do you know where Wooyoung is?”
“Oh he’s out back with San. They’re having a competition to see who can build the better snowman.”
I shook my head with a smile.
At that moment she took a step back, looking at our hands. I had told her about Mingi and I dating again over the phone and she seemed happy for me, but I had to admit I was nervous to see her reaction in person.
“You,” She pointed a finger at Mingi, “If you hurt even a hair on her head I will actually fight you.”
Mingi’s eyed widened, assuring her that he would never hurt me.
She clapped her hands, “Well, good. Now that that’s over, do you all want a drink?” Arin cocked her head, the change in mannerisms throwing me a little.
“Yeah that’s fine.”
“Okay! I’ll be right back! Catch up with everyone you two!”
As if he was a ghost, Yunho appeared next to Mingi, scaring us both.
“Christ, Yunho. Give a man a warning first.”
“Sorry,” He chucked, “How are you both?”
“We’re doing well, thanks.”
“We’re happy.” Mingi turned to me and looked at me with heart eyes, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
“You all are cute. Speaking of, you haven’t met Mia, have you?”
Mingi and I exchanged confused looks.
“No, I don’t believe so. Who’s that?”
“She’s my new girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a little over a month but if I’m being honest, I’m already head over heels for this girl.” Yunho turned, calling out to a girl surrounded by people, “Mia, can you come here?”
The short brunette walked over, a smile plastered on her face as she made eye contact with Yunho.
“I’d like you to meet my friends from high school.” He introduced us and she nodded, fully invested in the conversation.
“I’ve heard a lot about you both! I’m so excited to get to know you all better!”
I smiled at her enthusiasm, “Aww you, too!”
Arin walked over and handed Mingi and I our drinks, skipping off to meet another friend.
Yunho and Mia wondered off soon after, greeting more people coming in.
“Hey I’ve got something I wanna show you.” Mingi whispered in my ear.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Come with me.”
Before I knew it, Mingi was pulling me into a bathroom and locking the door.
“I know what you’re doing, Mango.”
“And what’s that?” He asked as he leaned down to reach my neck, kissing me gently, arms resting on my hips.
“We’re at a party.” I said, whining at him but doing nothing to stop him.
“I saw that couch when we walked in, you know? I’m never going to be able to look at it the same.”
“Me either.”
My head eventually won the fight I was having with myself, and I promised that if he could wait till he dropped me off I’d be all his. It seemed to appease him as he gave me one last kiss and led us out of the bathroom. Somehow, no one noticed and I was grateful, sure that my flustered expression would certainly give us away.
“Hey, look at this.”
My eyes moved in the direction Mingi was pointing, seeing a mistletoe directly above us.
“Oh you definitely planned that.”
“And if I did?”
“I’d kiss you all the same.”
Mingi bent down to kiss me, a hand on my face, another around my waist. As I wrapped my own hands around his neck, deepening the kiss, I couldn’t help but think that this was what true happiness felt like.
Thank you, Mingi. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of your love. Merry Christmas, my love.
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Ice Cream Pt. 3~
ꕥPosted: 11/6/20
ꕥGenre: Fluff
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Seonghwa
ꕥWord Count: 2.7k
ꕥWarnings: Slight language
ꕥA/N: This is honestly one of my favorite fics I’ve written and I really hope you all like it too! Let me know if you’ve got any suggestions! Also! I changed up my pics at the top of my fics! Whatcha think?
Your POV
The warm, gentle breeze rustled my hair as I sat beneath what quickly became my favorite tree in this park. Its tall Oak branches provided plenty of shade and the grass beneath it always felt so soft to the touch. In the middle of summer, it was the perfect place to be.
Flipping another page of my book, I yawned loudly, awaking the warm body that laid beside me. Seonghwa’s sleepy eyes met mine as I gave him a sorry smile.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep if you’d like.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve slept enough anyhow.”
It had been roughly two months since we first met. In the first month alone we went on five dates, still unable to get enough each other. It was faster than I had moved in previous relationships, and at first a part of me was afraid I would lose interest, but I hadn’t. Not even in the slightest.
Seonghwa’s eyebrows crinkled, “Whatcha reading, babe?”
I gave a slight smile. “The Outsiders. Last time I read it I was about fourteen. I remember loving it so much. I’m really glad I picked it up again.”
Seonghwa nodded. “That’s a good one.”
A comfortable silence fell between us as I attempted to resume my reading, but the dark orbs I felt on me led my attention elsewhere.
I spoke without bringing my eyes from the book. “You know I’m having an awfully difficult time reading when you look at me like that.”
A sly smile appeared on Seonghwa’s face as he moved closer, “And why might that be?”
“Because staring at someone like they’re your next meal isn’t necessary the most relaxing feeling.”
He responded with a soft chuckle and placed his head on my shoulder. My stomach fluttered and I did my best to ignore it as I stared at the pages before me, but it wasn’t working.
I’m getting too distracted. There’s no way I’ll be able to continue where I left off. Not with Seonghwa being so close to me, anyway.
Placing a bookmark inbetween the pages, I closed the book and placed it in my small backpack.
Turning to my boyfriend, an idea formed. “Have you ever made pottery before?”
Seonghwa blinked a few times, looking off into space. “No, I don’t believe I have.”
A large, toothy smile lit up my face. Grabbing his hand I pulled him off the ground and started leading him in the direction of my second favorite place in the world. The first? Wherever Seonghwa was.
Seonghwa’s POV
I grasped her soft hand harder in an attempt to keep ahold of her. She quickly skipped in what I could only assume was the direction of the closest pottery store, stringing me along.
“You walk awfully quick given your short legs little legs, you know that?”
She turned around and squinted at me, clicking her tongue, “Rude.”
I did my best to hide a smile. Her flowy jean overalls and large, pale blue shirt practically swallowed her which already made her the cutest thing I have ever seen. The feigned annoyance on her face just added another layer of cute. Not that I’d tell her outright.
Or hell, maybe I would. I’d love to see her cheeks flush again.
We approached a quaint store front that displayed the most intricate pottery in the windows, alternating with floral arrangements.
I read the store name aloud, “Soul Glaze?”
She gave a hum. “I’ve spent most all of my summers here. This place means a lot to me.”
Wiggling her fingers that were intertwined with mine, she reached for the door and opened it, revealing a group of children running about, laughing, and attempting to make pottery.
“Birthday party?” My girlfriend asked a young woman with bright red hair who appeared to be working there. She spun around, noticing us for the first time. The woman’s eyes lit up as they made eye contact.
“Oh my god! It’s so good to see you!” The woman yelled, promptly giving a bear hug to the woman I was holding hands with. She let go of my hand and hugged the redhead back.
“You look so good! How have you been?”
“I’ve been great! Actually...there’s someone I want to introduce you to.” Both women looked at me.
“This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa. Seonghwa this is Kim. She was my best friend in high school.”
“Very nice to meet you, Kim.”
She smiled in response, “You as well! I’m glad to see my bestie found someone. She certainly deserves it.”
My girlfriend flushed slightly. “So we were actually hoping we could maybe make some pottery. Do you have any space left?”
“Of course! Always for you!”
Kim lead us to a room separate from the children, thankfully. Not that I didn’t like children, but I was looking forward to spending some time alone with my girl.
“Alright I’ve got everything here that you need and I know you won’t need any help but if you need any more supplies just let me know. Have fun you two.” Kim gave a friendly wink to her best friend and left, presumably to help the children with their pottery.
My girlfriend squealed, bouncing up and down like a child. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here!”
As she walked around the room examining everything, the glint in her eye which I’ve come to love so deeply returned. But it wasn’t just that look in her eyes I loved. I loved all of her. Every smile, every laugh that she gave me made me feel like a lovesick teenager. Every flip of her hair, every sultry gaze made me forget to breathe. I loved every witty and sarcastic comment that she made towards me, how she challenged me in every way. In a good way. She made me want to be a better man for her. I needed to be a good man for her.
Wait.
I froze, afraid of my own thoughts.
I love this girl. It’s literally only been two months how can I already be in love with her? Oh god. Maybe it’s just a fleeting thought?
But as much as I tried to push down my feelings, the words kept repeating over and over in my head.
I love her.
Your POV
“You okay Seonghwa? You look a bit pale.” I could hear my voice laced with concern.
He shook his head slightly and laughed. “It’s just cute to see you so happy.”
I didn’t even have to see my face to know that it was gradually heating up and I closed my eyes as if that would prevent him from seeing it. Before Seonghwa could tease me about it I heard the loud voice of a young boy yelling my name. I turned and saw him running towards me.
“Stevie!” I smiled as he approached me and gave him a tight hug.
“How’ve you been? Gosh you’ve grown up so much since I’ve last seen you! You’ll be a grandpa in no time!”
The boy giggled, “No I’m only four! You’re the grandpa!”
“I’m the grandpa? Oh you’re gonna get it now!” I laughed as I picked him up and held him above my head.
Stevie squealed and laughed loudly as I lifted him higher. I set him down after a moment or two and he pointed at the man beside me.
“Who’s that guy?”
I let out a soft laugh. “This is my boyfriend, Seonghwa.”
Stevie looked at Seonghwa. “I won’t remember that so I’m calling you number two.”
“Why number two?” I inquired.
“Because I’m your first man!” He pouted and puffed out his chest.
Laughing, I squatted down to his height and ruffled his thick brunette hair, “You sure are, bub.”
I made eye contact with my boyfriend. “This is Stevie, Kim’s son.”
Seonghwa squatted down, holding out his hand to shake his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, young man.”
Stevie gave a skeptical look as he shook Seonghwa’s hand and pointed at him. “Treat her good! If you don’t I’ll take your place, number two.”
My boyfriend raised a hand to his head in a salute. “Yes, sir!”
I did my best to hold my laughs but it didn’t work in the slightest.
“You two are cute.”
“But I’m cuter, right?” Stevie asked with wide eyes.
I glanced at Seonghwa and leaned down to whisper in Stevie’s ear, “Definitely.”
The young boy cheered and told us he had to go back to his friend’s birthday party. I waved goodbye as he ran out of the room.
“He’s just the cutest kid. I-”
Seonghwa swept me up and kissed me, gently resting his arms on my hips as he deepened the kiss.
“What was that for?” I asked, breathless.
“Just being you.”
I bit my lip and looked down, smiling slightly. He always said such cute things so easily and it flustered me every time.
“When Kim got pregnant with Stevie she was so nervous. We were still relatively young and she didn’t think she’d be a good mom.” I shook my head, “She was worried for nothing. She’s the best mom anyone could ask for.”
Seonghwa smiled, “You’d make a fantastic mom yourself.”
“Maybe one day.” I smiled back. I honestly never wanted kids. I was always more content with being an honorary aunt.
But I don’t think I would mind them with Seonghwa.
I set down my little backpack on a nearby chair and took some clay, placing it on the pottery wheel in front of me.
“Alright babe. Let’s get started.”
Seonghwa’s POV
My heart swelled the instant she pulled Stevie into her arms. I never knew that she was so good with children. We never really talked about it, but in that moment I could picture a life with her.
I could picture myself proposing to her, how sweaty my palms would get beforehand, how I’d likely forget half of what I wanted to say, how she’d look at me when I get on one knee, how afterwards she’d kiss me and I’d gently place the ring on her finger.
I could picture our wedding, watching my soon-to-be wife walk towards me, her favorite colored flowers in her hand, the dazzling smile on her face that makes my stomach do somersaults.
I could picture our first dance as husband and wife, tears in both of our eyes from the overwhelming happiness that we’d feel, the world seeming as though it disappeared in that moment.
I could picture how beautiful she would look pregnant, the tears in my eyes when she’d tell me, the unbelievable excitement for the next stage in our lives we would feel.
I could picture going clothes shopping for our unborn baby, my wife fawning over how cute the small clothes looked, probably buying every outfit possible.
I could picture lazy mornings in bed with our children, showering them with love and warmth, making sure they’d feel nothing but safety and comfort for all of their years.
I could picture sunny days in the park, pushing our children on the swings and listening to their joyous laughs as they’d ask us to push them higher.
I could picture growing old with her, watching our children graduate and having a life of their own, the grey in our hair that would slowly show, our kids teasing us about our age.
I could picture always protecting her and being there for her. I didn’t try to fight it anymore. I knew: she’s the one.
I was forced to push my thoughts aside as she began to teach me the basics. She was impressively good and I was embarrassingly bad, even with her instructions.
“No you’re doing great!” She told me when I voiced my thoughts.
I gave her a deadpan look and she giggled. “What? I was terrible my first time too, but you’re trying and that’s all that matters.” The kiss on the cheek she presented me with sent my heart flying, yet I tried to suppress it.
Time flew by and before I knew it our pottery had been made to our satisfaction and placed in a kiln. My girlfriend explained that it would take awhile for the pottery to be fully ready so we’d have to come back in a few days.
“Fine with me. That’s just more time I get to spend with you, doll.”
She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes, playfulness in her voice, “Yeah I guess so.”
After paying and bidding adieu to Kim, we left and wandered back to the park, my girlfriend slightly teasing me about my attempt at making a bowl.
“So when did Yeosang say he was gonna meet us?” She asked, wrapping her arm around mine.
“In about an hour. He’s bringing Aurora, by the way.”
I could sense her nerves, “You’ll like her, I promise. Your personalities are pretty similar so you’ll get along fine.”
“I sure hope so.”
Your POV
Aurora, Yeosang’s girlfriend, was someone I felt I’d become indebted to. Without her, I never would have met Seonghwa. This was my first time meeting her and I was nervous to say the least. I’d met Yeosang several times before so I wasn’t necessarily nervous about seeing him again. I just hoped I would get along with Aurora.
“Hey.” Seonghwa turned to look at me, “Don’t overthink it. It’ll all be okay. Even if she doesn’t like you—which she will—that’s not gonna change things between us, alright?”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that. You’re my girl. I’ve gotta stand by your side.”
I was quiet for a moment or two. His words meant so much to me. I wasn’t sure how to express it so I kept it simple. “That makes me happy.”
“You make me happy.”
I gave him a playful shove and giggled, “Get outta here.”
Seonghwa scoffed. “How dare you. I confess my true feelings and this is how I’m treated? Heartless.”
I moved in front of him, forcing him to stop walking. I looked deep into his eyes and I could feel the heat return to my cheeks at his gaze alone.
“Then let me confess mine.” Standing on my tippy-toes, I cupped his face and whispered into his ear, “I’m falling for you.”
I didn’t get a chance to see his reaction as I poked him in the cheek and began to run away from him, “Tag! You’re it!”
The wind once again flew through my hair, although this time it was more chilly, making me wish I had brought a jacket. The sun had begun to set and the cotton candy clouds meshed with the pinkish-yellow sunset. I slowed down unintentionally to take in its beauty, and that’s when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and drag me to the ground.
I yelped and Seonghwa nuzzled my neck, pressing kisses to my most sensitive spots. “That’s what you get for challenging me.”
Although I wish I could say I had a clever comeback, I didn’t. I was too in awe of how truly handsome he was. I ran my fingers through his dark locks and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looked a me. His smile slowly faded as he broke eye contact.
I gave him a questioning look. “What’s wrong babe?”
Seonghwa opened and closed his mouth a few times as though he was trying to find the words to say or maybe work up the confidence to say something. Perhaps both.
His voice came out in a whisper, “Did you mean it?”
I tilted his head so that I could reach his lips. I kissed him lightly and smiled against the kiss. I pulled back and made sure he looked me in the eyes.
“Every word.”
He kissed me with more fervor than he ever had before. His hands wondered to my own, pinning them down.
“I. Am. So. Far. Beyond. Falling.” Seonghwa said between heated kisses.
The cold of the wind was long forgotten as the warmth inside me started to spread. I didn’t have the words to communicate how I was feeling so I resorted to kissing him back with even more passion. Until something occurred to me.
“Wait. We’re supposed to meet Yeosang soon.”
Seonghwa hurriedly checked his watch. “Shit, we gotta go.” Standing up and helping me off the ground, we both began to run to our usual meeting spot with Yeosang.
“It’ll be okay if we’re late, right?”
“Oh yeah totally, it’s fine.” He smiled. “We should probably run a bit faster though.”
Superman Jongho~
ꕥPosted: 11/20/20
ꕥGenre: Fluff & Angst (It ends happy I promise)
ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Superman Jongho
ꕥWord Count: 1.6k
ꕥWarnings: Slight language
ꕥA/N: Happy Halloween everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a hot minute but in all fairness college has been kicking my ass so it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to actually sit down and write. I’ll be posting Ice Cream Pt.3 later this week so look out for that!
“Nice costume, babe.” I giggled as I observed the navy blue tailored suit my boyfriend was wearing.
“Thanks, cutie. Any guesses?”
“Hmm.” I tapped my chin, “Michael Scott?”
“Damn. My James Bond outfit is lacking.”
“Maybe carry around a martini glass?”
“Oh I bet you want me to go around saying ‘shaken not stirred’ too, huh?”
“I mean, if the shoe fits.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist, raising a brow.
“I’m quite curious about your costume, actually. Why the change in style?”
Although my skin-tight, light pink dress didn’t align with my usual scary Halloween costumes, I wanted to try something different this year. So why not go as Hello Kitty?
I adjusted the white cat ears on my head, “I do scary stuff every year. I wanted to try something cute for a change.”
“Well, you certainly look it.”
I could feel my face tinting pink.
“Oh shush.”
“We’ve got about five minutes until we need to leave, do you wanna grab a jacket? It’s a bit chilly outside.”
“Hello Kitty doesn’t wear a jacket.”
“Okay but you do, and it’s cold.”
I squinted, wanting to refuse but knowing how easily the cold could make me shiver.
“Fine.”
After quickly grabbing a fluffy, white teddie jacket, I intertwined an arm with Jongho and we left our shared house for the late-night party.
-
Arriving at the party I looked around, surprised at how nice it appeared. Halloween decorations were carefully placed and every person in sight was wearing a different costume.
Jongho left to meet one of his friends, the host of the party, but not before placing a kiss on my cheek. I blushed at the simple action, still getting butterflies even after all this time of dating.
Approaching the punch bowl to get a drink, I quickly caught the eye of a certain pin-up girl. After a moment she turned to me and squealed, running towards me with an impressive speed. I chucked at my best friend’s actions. I was quickly engulfed in a hug I was half convinced would suffocate me if she squeezed any harder.
“Girl! Come ‘ere! How are you?”
“I’m pretty good, Hanna. And you? You seem excited.”
“I am! The party is gorgeous! And guess what?” She lowered her voice, looking around, “I saw him.”
“Oh my god you did not!”
“I did! A man was trying to rob the store I was shopping at earlier this week and I saw him stop the guy!”
“Are you serious?”
“Totally!”
I was surprised to hear a familiar deep laugh by my side, and as I turned I was met with Jongho’s mischievous eyes.
Placing an arm around my waist he spoke, “Are you two still obsessed with Superman?”
“No-”
“YES!”
Jongho tightened his lips into a small smile.
“Listen.” My best friend began, “I just think that he’s admirable, and strong, and his arms just look great-”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” My own questioned.
Hanna waved a hand in the air, “I mean yeah but he knows I think Superman’s cute. I can appreciate an attractive man and still be in love with my boyfriend.”
“Does he think Wonder Woman is cute, too?”
“Yeah well...maybe. But I don’t mind. We’re soulmates and I wouldn’t leave him for anyone. He feels the same.” A dreamy look flashed in her eyes and I couldn’t help but awe at how strongly she clearly felt about him.
Our conversation continued for a while until Hanna noticed the host’s cat trying to drink out of a cup of liquor and quickly ran after him.
We shook our heads in tandem, smiling at her feeble attempt to catch the cat before delighting in the rest of the evening.
-
After the party had come to an end we made our way back home and wandered to our balcony, admiring the beautiful night view.
Jongho tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before placing a few fingers under my chin, lifting it slightly and gently placing his lips on my own.
“I think I’m going to change out of this suit. Care to join me?”
“Actually, I think I’m going to enjoy the night sky for a while.”
He nodded and gave me another quick kiss, heading back inside and leaving me to admire the thousands of shining stars.
I rubbed at my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion hit me. Deciding to change into more comfortable clothes, I took one last look at the stars. In my tired state I misjudged where the edge of our balcony was and leaned a bit too far over the edge, causing me to fall. I could barely let out a scream before I felt warm arms around me. I met eyes with my boyfriend and smiled, so, so relived that I was safe. I opened my mouth to thank him as I noticed that we seemed to be hovering mid-air.
“Holy shit. Jongho what’s happening?”
Jongho swallowed and placed me on the safe ground of the balcony, walking towards me.
“I...”
“You’re...him aren’t you?” I stared in disbelief as he gave a small nod.
“Why did you hide this from me?” His eyes lowered, pain evident in them.
“I-I didn’t want to keep it from you. I was just...afraid.”
I tilted my head, trying to understand. In the year that we had dated, Jongho had never shown fear of anything. Not spiders or snakes, scary movies, heights, the deep ocean, anything. And now apparently he’s Superman, too.
What does he have to fear?
Jongho finally looked at me, tears welling in his eyes. There was a sadness and longing in them that I had never seen before.
“I was scared that I would lose you.” He barely spoke above a whisper.
I fought back the hot tears stinging my eyes.
Did he really think I’d leave him that easily?
“Honey, you could never lose me.” I reached out to caress his cheek and sighed when he unconsciously leaned into my touch. Noticing his own actions, Jongho shook his head and pulled away.
“You don’t understand. It’s not just the possibility of you leaving me for who I am, but the danger that you could be put in if you knew. It was just better that you didn’t know.”
“How long were you planning on keeping this from me?”
Even though our words were calm, there was such tangible underlying emotion that we might as well have been screaming.
“As long as possible.”
“Jongho we’re supposed to be a team. How can we be a team when you’re keeping this from me?” I blinked as tears streamed down my face.
I had never seen Jongho cry. The only time he had ever come close was early in our relationship when I was hospitalized for the flu. I couldn’t eat or drink because of how awful I felt. Jongho later confessed that he, for a brief moment, thought he would lose me. Days following my recovery he first told me he loved me. The thought tore my heart everytime I recalled the memory.
And so I thought my eyes were lying to me as I saw Jongho quietly sob.
“I love you. So, so much. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I can’t—I can’t—lose you.”
I threw my arms around him, clinging to him as if I let go he’d be gone forever.
“You’re so stupid, Jongho Choi. You could never lose me. I love only you.”
“I can’t guarantee that. And besides, are you even sure you still want to be with me? I’m in danger often and I can’t have you chase after me.” My heart broke in two when I heard his voice crack as he spoke his next words, “You could be with a man who would treat you well, one who isn’t putting himself in danger and-”
I pulled back and rested my hands on his face, pulling him into a soft kiss.
“This doesn’t change who you are. You’re still the same man I fell in love with. If it makes you feel better, I won’t chase after you. As long as it means I can stay with you.”
He gave me a heart-eyed smile, letting out a small laugh and holding me tight.
“I was so scared you’d leave me.” He confessed.
“Never.”
He lifted a hand up to my check, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize fell down my face.
“Please don’t cry. It hurts me to see you sad.”
“It hurts me to see you being stupid and thinking I’d ever leave you.”
“Touché.”
“God I probably look like a mess.” I cursed myself for not wearing water-proof mascara.
“You always look beautiful to me.”
I shook my head at how cheesy he was suddenly being.
“So...” I began, “You can fly, right?”
Jongho lifted a brow, a crooked smile lighting up his features.
“Perhaps. Why do you ask?”
“Can I fly with you? I’ve always wanted to fly.”
Without warning he picked me up, letting my legs wrap around his waist.
“Hold on tight, babe.”
We lifted off the ground and my grip around his shoulders tightened unintentionally.
“Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you.”
“I know,” I smiled at him, “I trust you. It’s just...my first time flying like this.”
Jongho chuckled. “You get used to it.”
“Oh? Is that an invitation for me to fly with you again?”
“If that’s what you want, then of course.”
I chuckled and noticed that he had stopped flying up. We were a decent height from the ground, but not too terribly high.
Jongho nuzzled my neck and leaned his forehead against mine.
“You are the love of my life, darling.”
Smiling back at the handsome man I was fortunate enough to call my own, I kissed him sweetly.
“And you are mine.”
In case no one has told you today; I’m proud of you. You’re trying your best and that’s admirable. Your best always looks different from day to day. Maybe you got out of bed and brushed your hair one day, maybe you finished an essay another. I don’t know you, but I feel you. I’m happy that you’re here and I’m proud of you. Keep strong, my loves :)
SAJSKAU AWW I LOVE YOU TOO 😤🥺❤️
*insert infinity symbol here bc I’m a dumbass and can’t find the emoji*
pls I love you so much 🥺❤️
“When it's overwhelming, hold on tight
I'll be here, don't forget it”
I AM NOT OKAY
YUNHO IS SECOND LEAD OF THE DRAMA??????
NOT TO BE DRAMATIC BUT WHAT THE FUCK
jabsjnsbs seonghwa, yunho, san and jongho are gonna be in a drama that's airing sometime next year aksbsjsnsn idk their roles or how big each one is but !!!! i just saw the news aHHH IM SO EXCITED
hOL UP WHAT-
jabsjnsbs seonghwa, yunho, san and jongho are gonna be in a drama that's airing sometime next year aksbsjsnsn idk their roles or how big each one is but !!!! i just saw the news aHHH IM SO EXCITED
Hiya everyone! I have certain fics that I just keep coming back to, and I want to acknowledge them and also encourage everyone to check the out the authors that wrote them because they are ~fantastic~
Side note: I hit 130+ followers which is so crazy!! Thank you!!
There were a few that I weren’t able to link cuz I’m a dumbass and don’t know how to link fics that take you to another window sooo you’ll have to search for them bit I highly recommend doing so!! They’re all worth it!! Smuts are indicated with **
Honorable mention goes to @cappujinho because their optional bias fics are to die for-
Park Seonghwa
**Fingering (very soft & fluffy) - @lustjoong
**Park Enterprise - @mingishoe
[13:46] - @yeochikin
Kim Hongjoong
**Precious - @latte-fairytaekwoon
Color - @actuallythatwaspromise
**Music Store Romance - @ithinkilikeit-reactions
Jung Yunho
**Strawberry Kisses - @vocalyunho
Fluffy Yunho - @atinywrites
**Violet Roses - @starrychannies
Kang Yeosang
Couch - @moonlightlino
Choi San
**Prince!San - @ateezmakemeweep
Enemies to Lovers (suggestive) - @atinybitofau
**Alarm - @vocalyunho
Song Mingi
**Are You Jealous Yet? - @mingishoe
Jung Wooyoung
**Body Party I (2 Part Series) - @serendipityunho
Choi Jongho
**Cuts and Curses I (2 Part Series) - @serendipityunho
Celebration - @yeochikin
I didn’t understand it when I watched it the first time but like half a year later I binged it again and that’s when I was starting to learn Chinese. I think that’s when everything clicked tbh
It’s been a year since I’ve watched meteor garden and I still don’t understand the last episode
I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO RANT ABOUT THIS.
⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
So okay.
Si and Shancai decided to go on a sort of food strike in order to show Si’s mom that they love each other and have no purpose without each other. Si is locked up in his room by his mom and Shancai remains unmoving outside his house. Si’s mom refuses to give in until Yuanzi (the girl Si’s mom was trying to force him to marry) tells her that she will never marry Si.
Si’s mom finally sees how much they love each other and lets Shancai into Si’s room. At that point, it had been days since either had had food or water. Shancai walks into Si’s room and they see each other. Shancai walks towards Si and collapses. She dies from starvation. Si dies shortly after, from lack of food and water yes, but from a broken heart.
Everything that happens after takes place in a parallel universe. The girls that were mean to Shancai in the first universe weren’t mean to her in the next one, hence why they were at her wedding with Si and why Si’s mom was so accepting of the two being together.
Earlier in the show, Si and Shancai mention that they’d be together in the next life, too. If you notice, there are two scenes in which Si and Shancai are together and playfully running though grass. The first one is in Shancai’s dream, before they die. Pay attention to their attire. The second scene shows Shancai wearing Si’s jacket from that scene. It’s both an Easter egg and something to tie the universes together.
Also, depending on how you pronounce Si in Mandarin Chinese, it can mean death. The most direct translation of Si to English means the number four (F4 sound familiar?). Four is a traditionally unlucky number due to how close the pronunciation is to death.
Essentially, it’s a modern Romeo and Juliet but with parallel universes and 100x better because hot boys.
If you want me to go into detail explaining the wedding scene I totallyyy can and I totallyyy will. I love that show more than most people.
It’s been a year since I’ve watched meteor garden and I still don’t understand the last episode