sail away with me

⛵️ mini fics for all members in which i write the same situation for all members individually…

double take w/ svt in which you and him try a second take at love... [1/13] joshua / [tba] other members to follow suit!

delicate w/ svt _ all members [here]

[🍒] choi seungcheol / s.coups

give you cuddles, give me pizza / 407 words 🌸 babe - fuck / 297 words 🌸

[🐢] hansol vernon chwe

somewhere out there (right here) / 462 words 🌸

[🍚] lee jihoon / woozi

trust me (oh no) / 348 words 🌸🤡

[🐶] kim mingyu

what are the odds? (ft. minghao) / 642 words 🌸🤡 mr. clumsy / 703 words 🌸🤡

[🦊] jeon wonwoo

tba

[🍊] boo seungkwan

it’s about time / 342 words 🌸🤡

[👼] yoon jeonghan

tba

[👑] lee seokmin / dk

silent admission / 329 words 🌸

[🐸] xu minghao / the8

hold my hand… please? / 645 words 🌸 what are the odds? (ft. mingyu) / 642 words 🌸🤡

[🐯] kwon soonyoung / hoshi

tba

[🐰] hong jisoo / joshua

mr. too-nice-guy / 1,111 words 🌸 one-night-stand gentleman / 1,127 words 🌸

[🐱] wen junhui / jun

tba

[🦖] lee chan / dino

tba

he can’t quite imagine how could anyone think or even follow through with cheating on someone like you. someone warm, caring, with a heart too big for their own good. joshua frowns when you take your seat without–”c’mon, no hug for me? that’s cruel coming from you.”

you scoff a laugh and roll your eyes, pushing your chair back to stand. you don’t get to walk far when joshua’s coming around the table to get to you instead; arms spread wide, a welcoming embrace of a good friend who pulls you in. sighing, you curl into him, giving his waist a squeeze just as he squeezes you back in return.

he reluctantly lets you go and gets you comfortable by ordering your drink at the counter, standing in line and constantly looking back to make faces at you when he catches you looking his way. as he returns to the table, he places your drink in front of you before taking his seat opposite you with eyes analysing your features. despite the sadness that swims in your eyes, he notices how... brighter your overall face looks.

he doesn’t realise he’s staring until he sees you resting your chin in your palm as you lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, motioning with your head his way.

“what?” he chuckles, mirroring your body language to sit forward, elbows meeting the table.

“what yourself,” you snort, pursuing your lips at him. “you’re staring. any longer and i’ll start to charge you.”

“well,” he clears his throat, “you look... good.”

“is that the pity joshua talking?”

he shakes his head with a smile, “no.”

“...thanks,” your eyes trail to the table, “you’d be amazed at how getting rid of a cheating jerk could do for your complexion.”

joshua knows there’s more to come with that sentence but with the way your eyes seem to warm up to his, he sees this as a good sign to lift his cup up your way, “cheers to that.”

he watches as you shift back enough to grab ahold of your cup to move it towards his way, clinking porcelain with a twinkle in your eyes as you say: “to new beginnings.”

joshua only hopes that this time, he’ll be in it in the way he hopes to be. in the way that maybe you deserve, too.

you scoff and make your way through the knots he’s mindlessly made, “this isn’t the way you’re supposed to fasten the vest,” 

the silence that greets you makes you peek up to him and see how he presses his lips to a thin line, looking away, “...i was trying to be creative.”

“a life vest isn’t something to be creative about,” you mumble, now fixing his mistakes to strap him in properly. when you check a couple of times to make sure it’s on him right, you sigh when you meet with mingyu’s puppy eyes. it’s a wonder how a man with his frame and physique could still feel small under your gaze. his strong arms sliding around your waist are a reminder of how he’s able to protect you but it’s in the moments like these, mingyu feels safe with you.

“maybe it’s a sign,” he grins, leaning his forehead on yours.

“what sign?” you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders.

“a sign that you should be by my side all the time.”

“what’s in it for me?”

“we’ll trade. your brains for my brawn,” he gives your body a squeeze, “and because i’m nice, i’ll throw in love and affection, too.”

“guess i can’t reject such a good offer,” you smile, allowing a hand go through his hair and he nuzzles into your touch so sweetly that it doesn’t reflect the words he’s saying: “it was never up for rejection,” he squints his eyes at you, “you’re stuck with me.”

well, not like you were planning on leaving, anyway.

((on the boat, already mingyu’s fussing on where to hold for support that he reaches up to hold the ceiling. wordlessly, you reach up to peel his hand from the ceiling to place it on the railing behind the both of you, earning yourself a kiss to the cheek as he murmurs a soft thank you.

jeonghan chuckles and shakes his head, leaning against chan, “that was an accident waiting to happen.”

chan bites his tongue to say something but when he meets mingyu’s gaze, he can’t help himself–”hyung, might as well you strap yourself to the top of the boat, yeah?”

mingyu blinks a few times, then sinking in his mind that chan was taking a jab at seeing him trying to keep himself balanced by pressing his palm to the ceiling.

“eh, i mean, if y/n’s up for it, i don’t mind.”

you scoff a laugh and turn to meet chan’s eyes, “you can go first. then we’ll follow suit.”

that gets chan to lean back and cough a sorry.

[👼] jeonghan “hey,” jeonghan feels a nudge to his side with an elbow. he looks up from being seated on the sofa, nonchalantly scrolling on his phone and finds himself being attacked with the way your presence effortlessly tugs his lips upwards before he can control himself. it’s like he’s being lit up; suddenly feeling the surge of energy that makes him sit up a little as you flop onto the sofa next to him. hell, he won’t even question how he didn’t hear you come in. “hey,” he greets back, playfully bumping you with his shoulder in return. you sink into the sofa and partially lean against him, sneaking a peek at his instagram feed before you ask: “wanna hang out? there’s a new cafe down the block and–”you can barely finish your invitation when he–”sure!” the two of you are slightly surprised at his outburst of an answer but it doesn’t deter you too far from your excitement. you chuckle and lean away, so you can pat his shoulder with a smile, about to tell him to get ready to go but he–”i mean... yeah, it would be nice.” he tries to cover up, even if he failed miserably. with the way you’re beaming at him and egging him to let’s go, then! reassures him that maybe you don’t mind it at all. (you don’t, but that’s a conversation for another time)

[🐰] joshua the night had started out in good fun... when a bit of alcohol too much later grants you and joshua to be sprawled out by the living room with a few of the other guys scattered in the background. joshua doesn’t know how the topic of love came up but it did after another shot of soju is exchanged and the only thing keeping you two barricaded from each other is the coffee table. “you’ve... been a bit more affectionate lately, shua. maybe a bit too obvious, too.” your words mutter into the air, aiming straight for his chest as his cheeks continue to redden; not from the alcohol. “...what?” he tries to laugh it off, even though he knows it’s not looking too good on his side when you can tell he’s nervous past the alcohol swimming in your system. “really?” you raise a brow, sitting up a little as you hold yourself up with elbows on the table, squinting at him, “you drove two hours to get me when my car broke down.” joshua’s quiet for a moment before he tries to squeak out: “i’m a nice guy?” it does nothing to defend his case when you chuckle, folding your arms on the table as you shake your head, “two hours, shua.” he swallows, watching as you lean your head down to rest, eyes fluttering shut. “h-how long have you known?” the curiosity got the best of him and maybe he shouldn’t have asked but–he can see the way you’re smiling, giggling as you coo, “goodnight, shua.” joshua lowers his head with a smile etched to his face, goodnight, y/n.

[🐱] junhui jun finds himself being seated next to you or opposite you almost every single time the two of you are at the same outing. he wonders if it’s his natural gravitation to want to be close to you or of it’s some sort of fate tying you two together. there are times–moments–sparingly, fleeting in his conscious when you’re a bit too close that it makes him malfunction. jihoon and minghao already has a mental note of how jun seems a tiny bit more giggly whenever you’re around or how it brings him out of his shell to want to talk more to capture your attention. it’s hilarious to them, however, that they get front row seats of being seated opposite you and jun, who’s sharing a menu to see what you’d like to order. the slight motion of you looking to your side and jun looking up at the same time hitches the breath in jun’s throat as his eyes grow wide at the realisation to being in such close proximity to you. “oops, sorry,” your sheepish smile appears as you shift away. “no, no, don’t worry,” he chalks up quickly, already shifting back towards you and nudging the menu in your direction. with a chuckle, you nod and lean towards him, eyes scanning the page. (minghao slyly nudges the menu towards jun, only for the latter to motion it away so he can share one with you. jihoon shakes his head and laughs, accommodated by jun’s shy smile as he takes the opportunity to lean closer towards you.)

[🐯] soonyoung “w-what?” soonyoung’s voice is soft, a little shy but barely audible when the ruckus of their dressing room is always on heightened hype merely an hour before their stage performance. you chuckle and dip down a bit more, and soonyoung loves hates the way he’s able to see how your eyes are sparkling at him under the fluorescent lights. “i said you look incredible! love the hairstyle, too!” you watch as soonyoung digests your words. the mere appearance of hoshi has disappeared; the confident, self-proclaimed tiger has exited the building. leaving you with just kwon soonyoung (who you’ve come to adore just as much). “oh,” he nods in acknowledgement, “t-thanks. you too!” he doesn’t realise that you’re laughing when he’s focused on the way you’re smiling. it’s not until your laugh dies down that you motion to your own attire. it’s a simple hoodie with the strings chewed out and a pair of sweats. “i do? i thought i looked like a bum,” you have your hands on your hips, looking at down at your clothes that you miss the soft you still look pretty. when you look up to meet with his gaze once more, he’s awkwardly laughing to ease the tension and you take it as a cue to disturb the other guys. “i’ll see you later, okay? good luck out there!” he tries his best to reply, only managing a garbled up thanks! see you soon! he doesn’t realise since you left him to poke fun at chan’s hair that a pout has appeared on his face as he sinks deeper into the sofa. (”what did y/n say to you that made you all choked up?” seungkwan snort, joining soonyoung on the sofa. “they said i looked incredible, that they liked my hair...” seungkwan can’t even make fun of the guy when he starts to bend forward and bury his face in his hands, probably the embarrassment has hit him already with the way he reacted.)

[🍚] jihoon it was a camping trip with a couple of the boys and invited friends. it wasn’t a wonder that jihoon’s plus-one was you but what was a wonder was how you two had been seated by the lake, alone, for the past hour with no intentions of regrouping with the rest. the sun had just set and you found yourself being immersed in the conversation just as much as jihoon was. sharing a blanket, seated on a couple of flat stone surfaces. it wasn’t until the crack of a twig snatches your attention from jihoon that has him looking like a grumpy cat at–”picture time!” seokmin grins, holding his camera up, “augh, it took me so long to find you two. might as well go on a honeymoon, yeah?” from over your shoulder, seokmin catches jihoon’s expression and words of quit it! when you turn the cheek and meet his gaze, jihoon’s face softens and offers you a small smile, nodding when you ask him if he wants a picture. you scoot closer to him and jihoon lifts his arm up–does he put it around you? just a hand on your shoulder? can he lean his head against yours? how wide should he smile? too much and it might be obvious. too little and he looks like he might hate you and–abort, abort! jihoon tries not to malfunction when you casually lean into him, the side of your head pressed to his and a smile emerges. he doesn’t even process that you’re gone until a minute or two later, now seeing you and seokmin in front of him as you two go through the pictures and initial pictures. “he looks like a grumpy kitten! that’s so cute!” you exclaim, glancing at jihoon and back to seokmin’s camera. he tries to laugh it off when he sees how happy you look, but makes a mental note to have a nice, long chat with seokmin when everyone regroups later. seokmin counts his blessings and vows to stay by your side for his safety.

he–oh shit, what was his–joshua. right. that was his name. joshua grins and shakes his head, “i wouldn’t call it breakfast. maybe a snack?” he sets the plate by the bedside table where it’s easily within reach. it’s like he’s much more careful with you as if you were a wild animal that would dash off due to sudden movements, “in case you were hungry.”

he sees that you’re surprised, and he wonders if you ever noticed how cute you look. with the morning light past the blinds and when you’ve just woken up, joshua thinks you look gorgeous; the dim lights of the club and the pleasurable night before did absolutely nothing to hide your beauty. he leans against the doorframe, folding his arms with a small smile when he sees you’re hesitant to eat the food, merely eyeing it before you look up to him, clearing your throat.

“i’ll just–i could just leave, actually.”

“oh,” you don’t call out the hint of dejection you notice in his tone, his arms unfolding as he fidgets with his fingers, “s-sorry,” he licks his lips, meeting with your gaze, “am i making you uncomfortable?”

“eh?” you let out instinctively, feeling awfully confused with the situation. you swallow and try to read the room; or his face, but you find that you can’t do either when this isn’t the usual situation you find yourself in. with most people, you find yourself being ushered out of their homes but... joshua’s a little different. he doesn’t say anything and instead waits for you to gather your thoughts, pressing his lips to a thin line to stop himself from saying anything that could rub you the wrong way.

“i...” at the start of your sentence, you watch as he’s listening with the way his eyes widen in anticipation, “i didn’t want to overstay my welcome and i thought i should–”joshua shaking his head makes your train of thought pausing; barely making it to the station of where you were going to finish your sentence. the words remain in your throat as he lowers his gaze, down to his hands.

“i was... actually, i was wondering if you wanted to grab some food?”

you blink at him a couple of times, sitting up and pulling the blanket with you to cover your figure as joshua averts his eyes for a moment. when he doesn’t hear you responding, he turns the cheek and locks eyes with you once more, realising you’re being awfully quiet; contrasting the image he has of you the night before when you pulled him from the bar after far too many drinks, meeting him in the dance floor where he barely considered leaving you.

“y-you could wash up first if you want,” he points over his shoulder with his thumb, “bathroom’s out by the hall, first door on your left.”

he sees that you’re processing things; the way your eyes look at him, to his room (which you don’t think you can comment on the decor but to sum it up, it’s very well-put-together), to the snack he’s made, then back to his eyes once more. you take a deep breath and run your fingers through your hair, trying to find composure as you blink a couple more times to make sure you’re not asleep and just dreaming of what you want to be a reality. but... the longer you feel joshua staring at you, it doesn’t feel like a dream.

"you... don’t want me to just leave?” the bluntness of your words surprises him but it doesn’t deter him from speaking the truth. he chuckles and shakes his head again, his arms finding their way to fold in front of his chest once more, “quite the opposite, actually.”

he sees now that you’re surprised; the way your lips shift from ‘o’ to a small smile as you lower your head. he clears his throat and he smiles at you when he’s captured your attention, “i know a good spot nearby that serves great brunch. if you’re down?”

the silence when you don’t answer him makes him anxious. he knows you have every right (or smart choice) not to accept his offer. you barely know him. he barely knows you... but it’s the way you seem to consider his invitation that makes him hopeful. hopeful that this wouldn’t be the last time he sees you. that he wouldn’t need alcohol or lustful tendencies just to get to know you more. though, if your decision was to walk out of his home and never return, he expects it just as much, too. he’s drawn out of his reverie when you clear your throat, “well, i am hungry.”

you can see that he’s surprised, but it’s the good kind.

“g-great. we could... uh... we can–”

“could i get some clothes? i’d rather not wear the same clothes you threw on the floor,” you chuckle, sitting up a bit and the way he tries not to stare at your bare skin is adorable as it is innocent despite last night’s activities. “oh! right, i’ll just...” he steps into his room, making a beeline for the closet and while he’s rummaging, you notice–”hey, where’re my clothes, by the way? don’t tell me you’ve put them in the washer or something,”

you watch as his back stiffens as he turns around with a sheepish grin, “it’s... it is in the washing machine now,” he has this guilty look on his face, “sorry, i should’ve asked before–”

“it’s okay,” you cut him off, folding your arms over the blanket draped over your body, “i guess i can just come back to get it another time.”

joshua’s look of guilt turns into one of being shy... and happy. you hold back on the teasing when his ears are turning red and he diverts his attention to–”l-lemme get you something to wear,” he turns back around to go through his closet to find something for you to wear.