Boredom has a new best friend

pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre/theme: heir!au + tbh it’s not really angst or fluff so… wc: 828 warnings: alcohol, implied sex a/n: this is pretty short but after dwelling on how I wanted to continue this for a couple days I finally decided that I didn’t want to continue it,, but also I’m not the biggest fan of how I ended it 

You swirl the liquid around. Boredom. Boredom. Boredom. An odd feeling. You think it’s boredom at least. Draining your cells. Weighing down your limbs. Or perhaps it’s that you hope it’s boredom. Instead of something as scary as lonesome and longing.

You take a sip of the drink. The all too familiar burning sensation somehow soothing. You stare at the glass for a second too long.

It has to be boredom.

You down the rest of the drink in one large gulp.

You need something stronger than this to make it through the night.

This night doesn’t stand out from the rest. Fake smiles. Real diamonds. Black suits. Grey hair. A charity event. An auction. It doesn’t really matter. It’s all the same. Rich people in insurance tend to have too much time on their hands.

The best part has to be the liquor. And maybe also Mingyu.

The tall heir provides company and laughter and sometimes more. Your arrangement is something you enjoy. You drink a little too much. Laugh a little too loud. Stare a little too long.

The few times Mingyu isn’t at one of these ‘parties’ you find yourself to be incredibly bored as you do now.

You stand in the corner. Boredom. Boredom. Bored-

“Hey what do you say we find something stronger than this champagne to drink?”

You find you can’t help but smile.

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like the beginning

characters: mingyu/reader, idolverse

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: mild cussing

word count: 2060

note: i am supposed to be writing the song ficlets but i cant get this song of out my head. kim mingyu is the greatest gift in the world and i would do anything to protect him. anyway, here’s a quick scenario for y’all ily

then

Mingyu doesn’t let go of your hand inside the concert hall despite the influx of people entering the place.

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Under the Midnight Sky || BSK

Pairing: reader x boo seungkwan (bOo)

Genre: angst angst

Warning: none

Length: 801 words

A/N: i’m sorry, also most of the dialogues are from a drabble prompt list. (this is supposed to be a drabble but like uHh,,, lets just pretend it is)

Appreciation: THANK YOU DENISE for editing & proof reading this for me @theliqht , and LUNA FOR PROOF READING and helping me with the title :’) @craby-bouquet

“It hurts,” your voice came out as a whisper, the polar opposite of how you intended to sound – strong and brave.

“I know, Y/N…”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?” this time, your voice did come across as strong and brave. It’s ironic, since you were far from those proclaimed traits.

“I told you not to fall in love with me,” his husky voice responded; a voice laced with so much pain and regret. You chuckled cynically, he definitely didn’t make that easy for you. “I just really miss talking to you.”

A shaky breath was let out — was it his? Or was it yours? You didn’t even know.

“Y/N…” The look on his face made you scared; so scared that you started shaking.

“No, no please,” you whimpered, lips quivering and chest getting uncomfortably tight. “Not yet. Just… just a while longer.”

Another jittery breath escaped; this time you were sure that it was from him. Seungkwan was running out of time. His brown orbs were so welled up with tears that it took every ounce of energy that he had in him to not let them fall. He still had it in him to always look his best in front of you; to always be your little ray of sunshine. He slowly made his way to your petite self, embracing you from the back.

The both of you just stood there, gazing at the vast midnight sky littered with stars, though your attention was nowhere near what you were looking at. The sound of the grandfather clock ticking in the distance mocked your situation.

“Please don’t do this.”

You felt his cold chest rise as he took a deep breath. “Look at me.” You did.

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like. When I’m with you, I’m home. I’m lost without you, please…” you choked on your own words. “…please stay.”

By now, tears were streaming down your cheeks, hands strongly gripping the fabric of his jacket. It felt warm, the kind of warmth a fireplace provides in the coldest time of winter. Or the kind of pleasant feeling you get in your stomach after drinking hot chocolate on a cold night.

How contradictory, you thought wryly. All those used to come from his body pressing itself around you, his arms encasing themselves around your shoulders and pulling you even closer than you already were. Sometimes it comes with him resting his chin on the top of your head, sometimes with the soft peck onto your forehead.

“Remember when we’re little?” he started again. You slowly nodded your head. “You were such a crybaby. You cried over the smallest little ‘tragedy’ that happened. You would sulk and throw tantrums,and you refused to talk to anyone. When a teacher called you out for it, you ended up yelling at them.”

Seungkwan paused, eyes staring into the distance as he reminisced about the past. His hands rubbed circles into your back.

“But you got over it. You got over things and people when you swore you wouldn’t. We’re all a little stronger than we think we are, you know?” he smiles, the corners of his lips tugged up just slightly. “Just smile, I really want to see you smile again.”

His thumb and forefinger made its way to your chin, gently lifting it up so he could see your dark brown pupils for the last time. “You can do that for me, right?”

You would’ve promised him so. Heck, you’d promise him everything and anything at this moment. But you don’t. Instead, you hesitated before whispering, “Promise me you’ll come back.”

That breaks him even more than he already was, his smile faltering. He would do everything for you, but why was that ability taken away from him?

“You know I can’t do that, Y/N…”

“Please don’t say goodbye,” you begged once more, your pupils dilating. That always works, you would make your eyes bigger and suddenly Seungkwan could move planets and rearrange stars for you, along with the small exasperated huff that he always does.

This time though, this time you know it won’t work. Because this time, he’s the star in the sky that watches over you. Because this time, he’s finally home. You watched as Seungkwan took a step back, love shining in his eyes as he looked at you for the last time – memorising every detail, every flaw, every freckle, every curve that he loved – no, loves – so much. He really does.

His figure slowly fades away, just like all the other cliche movies that you thought would never happen in real life. You jumped forward, fingers reaching out to hold him back but ultimately failing as you claw in the air.

“You know, you’re really beautiful. I’m jealous.”

city lights || hvc

genre: soft angst, slice of life?, fluff? childhood au

warning: none !! 

word count: 333

a/n: I don’t know what this is, idk if I’ll ever continue it either

“… you can still see the stars, you know,” the boy turned to the girl.

“What are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous.” The girl replied, rolling her eyes.

“You can.” The boy said in a persuasive tone. “Just look at the sky.”

“All I see is the dark sky and Mr. Moon.”

“Shh, just look at the sky. After a while, you will see them. Not a lot though, the city lights are too bright.”

The little girl in pigtails just hummed in response, staring at the sky hoping what the boy said was true.

Few minutes passed and the girl finally sees the stars she’s been wanting to see ever since she moved into the city. Her pupils dilated and began shining so much he was sure that if he were to look into them, he would be able to find an entire galaxy.

“Wah Vernonnie, you were right! It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, so beautiful.” The little girl didn’t know, but Vernon wasn’t referring to the bright and shining stars that rest in the sky, but to the only star that shined bright in his eyes.

“Vernon! Quick a shooting star! Close your eyes and make a wish.”

Vernon laughed at her eagerness, “Okay, okay!”

I wish that we don’t have to move halfway across the world. But maybe if you don’t want to grant that wish, I wish that we’ll meet again one day.

“What did you wish for?” The little girl turned to face Vernon so suddenly, surprising him.

“Yah, don’t you know?” she shook her head enthusiastically with a slight pout in her lips. “Dummy, you can’t tell anyone your wish. If you do, it won’t come true!”

“Hmm, really? I don’t believe you. I’ll tell you mine!”

Vernon wasn’t able to stop her in time when she spilled her wish, “I wished that the two of us can be friends together forever!”

It was at that point in time when Vernon learned the pain of heartbreak.

shooting star

pairing: wen junhui/reader (actor! au)

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: cussing, mentions of sex

word count: 5,300

note: belated happy birthday to my love, junhui!!!!!!! sorry it’s late!! ((LISTEN TO THE TRUTH UNTOLD BY BTS ON REPEAT AS YOU READ THIS))

It’s kind of a funny yet sad story.

You met Wen Junhui plenty of times in your life before you ended up with him. Each and every time you cross paths with him, it always ends abruptly—

Like the first time you saw him when you were eighteen.

Jun, as people would call him, owns the spotlight. It was only his second year in film school yet his name is already all over the place. You guess it helps that he has had minor roles in local television shows and is for sure a total eye candy.

You, on the other hand, were the short-haired girl who wears eyeglasses and prefers to sit behind everyone else. Timid. Quiet. Reserved. Name all adjectives that are similar to shy. You were the kind of girl. So when a guy from the train station decided that it was a good day to pick a fight with you, you were terrified for your life. It happened the Jun was just finding his way back to the exit after dropping his mother off.

You don’t even remember what the fight was all about but what’s clear in your head is how tight the man’s grip was when he was taunting you. You remember being scared because it’s your first year in the big city and you didn’t know that terrible people like him in movies existed in real life. And you remember Wen Junhui.

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It sucked. It sucked so much that he remembered his past lives. He remembered the life times with her and the life times without. The first time he met her, he believed that until then, he had never lived any of his lives to the fullest. She taught him so much whether it was a new skill or a new outlook on life and he carried that along with him. He loved her more than he loved anyone else and he knew, she loved him just as much.

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