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JEONGCHEOL

"secret gardens". au. oneshot, 6.5k. r.

Jeonghan escapes.

"all my darkest days". regency!au, omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 15k. r.

A gentle nudge of fingers against his own, not urging or demanding. Hands that betray all the luxurious frippery that he owns.

A laborer’s hands. The hands of a servant.

Jeonghan exhales softly as he looks upon Seungcheol properly. The breeze ruffles through the alpha’s hair. Seungcheol eases into a smile, warm and inviting; his eyes seem impossibly fond, open and attentive.

"make it through the winter". au. oneshot, 16.5k. r. ♡♡

The winter season brings exes Jeonghan and Seungcheol in charge of planning a Christmas party for their friends.

Though, maybe it's also the season of second chances.

"lovers in winter". magic!au. oneshot, 23k. nc-17.

The Guesthouse is an inn tucked away near the mountains just outside of Seoul. It has no website, no SNS, and very few reviews. Seungcheol spends his Decembers there

"bring me to life". au: vampire!sc. 4 chapters, 26.5k. nc-17.

On a particularly unbearable night, drowning in melancholy and the emptiness of his existence, Jeonghan whispers a desperate prayer. Without realizing it, he makes a wish that echoes far beyond this world, and his plea crosses centuries and awakens an ancient, dangerous, and irresistible creature — Seungcheol, the vampire once known as Dracula.

MINWON

"hebban olla vogana". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!mg. oneshot, 6k. nc-17.

They’re so much better now, though, his heats. As if, ever since mating, his body finally recognizes it can be at ease despite its needs. That Wonwoo’s there for him, the tingling of his mating bite a solid reminder of his commitment. That it’ll happen. That, one day, Mingyu’s heat will live up to its true purpose.

Mingyu wants that one day to be now. So, so bad.

"now and forever". au: vampire!ww. oneshot, 6.7k. r.

There are hands on the collar of his shirt, crawling up his neck in a restricting grip as beady eyes peer up at him. Mingyu feels like he can’t breathe.

Dark irises glow golden, and Wonwoo snarls out a warning. “I told you to stay away.”

"pretty woman, i'm tryna sin with you". au, rule 63. oneshot, 10k. nc-17.

“Coming to my workplace every weekend just to drive me crazy ?”

Mingyu thought her friend’s late appointments were just bad-time management but Wonwoo this time has other plans for the night. And none of them involve nail polish.

"oops, mr. jeon". omegaverse: omega!ww, alpha!mg. 5 chapters, 41k. nc-17.

It’s all fun and games until your pre-rut decides you need to court a middle school teacher.

"you better watch out". au. 6 chapters, 57k. nc-17.

Wonwoo hates Christmas. He hates the lights, the cheerful songs and the happy atmosphere that reminds him of everything he has lost. Moving to his childhood town to put his heart back together and rekindle his lost inspiration, the last thing he expects is to find himself dressed as an elf… and arguing with an all-too-charming Santa Claus.

OTHER

"twice bitten, not shy". s.coups/jeonghan/joshua. au, rule 63. oneshot, 10k. nc-17.

Seungcheol, who isn't really one for casual sex, decides to have an easy, one time hookup for the first time in her life.

With her two best friends.

…maybe it isn't so casual.

"self saboteur". gyuboo. au. oneshot, 29k. nc-17.

Seungkwan finds himself stuck in his ex’s pocket more times than he’d like to admit.

When he meets Mingyu, he wonders if he's capable of letting himself have something more.

"you're too sweet for me". seoksoon. soulmate!au. 5 chapters, 40k. nc-17.

“Ground rules first,” Hoshi starts, and Seokmin refrains from furrowing his brows. “I don’t date. I don’t kiss. And we don’t make this exclusive. Okay? Just keep it a good fuck. Nice and casual.”

SEVENTEEN's KIM MINGYU caught on a date debut actress BOO YOUMI

Close sources of the actress confirmed the relation!!!!

Boo stole haircolor from his boyfie

There's a boxed-cupcake sitting innocently at the edge of Seungkwan's desk one Monday morning with nothing but a smiley written on the office-standard sticky note.

Now, weirder things have shown up on Seungkwan's desk considering he's employed in a very eccentric start-up where its CEOs show up to work in Hawaiian shirts and pastel pink khaki shorts and actually bonds with their employees (Seungkwan got caught in an impromptu Pilates class with the CFO last week and wow he's never looking the guy the same way ever again.) Needless to say, a cupcake with no sender is no big deal.

Seungkwan doesn't have to guess who sent it, though.

The blond gingerly picks up the pilfered stationery and despite having to work on the first day of the week at a god forsaken hour with only coffee as a breakfast substitute, a smile worms its way out of Seungkwan's face.

“Ooooh, got an admirer?”

Jihyo sidles up beside Seungkwan while carrying a box's worth of paper work in her arms which she unceremoniously dumps on her desk.

“I don't know,” Seungkwan lies. “Might just be a prank by the founders.”

Jihyo shrugs as she grabs her swivel chair and plops on it with the ease of a five-year old office worker that's so close to being promoted into the top leagues. Seungkwan can feel it, Jihyo's going to get that promotion and as her desk mate for two years, Seungkwan will milk her joy for what its worth through copious amounts of jokbal and beer.

Seungkwan listened enough to her woes, he thinks it's high time for some consolation.

“Just don't forget to keep it under wraps, the higher-ups don't like fraternizing.”

And of course like Mondays are known for its proverbial character of being shitty as fuck, Seungkwan's mood dampens.

“This is nothing,” he laughs awkwardly and slips the sticky note at the back pocket of his pants away from Jihyo's hawk-like eyes, “It's probably just a prank.”

Seungkwan goes back to the paper work he left last Friday with a sigh.

The cupcake still in its kraft box, burns a hole in Seungkwan's desk.

-

“Did you like the cup–” Is how Mingyu greets him when they chance upon each other on the printing room.

Which is a lie when the two of them had meticulously studied their shifts and breaks to find a window of time where they can be in a room together and still look inconspicuous. They found out that Mondays at 2:30 PM while Seungkwan is off to printer duty for Jihyo and Mingyu is on his way to collect the reports he had printed earlier at 8:20 AM for his boss was their best shot if they ever want this dating thing to work without risking a flag from HR.

Out of all the things this company could ban, like maybe vaping in the damn cafeteria, they decided that their employees cannot live happy and fulfilled lives. Which, is to be expected from corporate but Seungkwan was hinging on the fact that they'd be different when he first got in for an interview and received a complimentary glass of Pinot Grigio afterwards.

Like what company does that besides theirs?

But as it stands, the dating-ban had been stated as early as when their company's first founder took out a loan from his Mom and built the company up with his bare hands and sleep deprivation and it seemed like it was going to stay.

Now, it's not like everyone follows the rule since Seungkwan knows a couple of employees fucking like rabbits in one of the conference rooms in the seventh floor but its pretty understood to keep things clandestine.

Which means absolutely no mystery cupcakes in Seungkwan's desk.

“Did you like them at least?” Mingyu asks, tall frame drooping like he's one of Seungkwan's dramatic houseplants he sometimes forgets to water. “I baked them myself.”

Now, if you put it like that it's quite hard to be mad at Mingyu especially when his metaphorical dog ears are pinned at the back of his head.

Seungkwan feels like he kicked a puppy, god damn it.

“I–” he sighs before looking around and when he sees that no one's actually paying attention to them, grabs Mingyu's hand and laces them together. “I loved it, thank you.”

The joy is instant on Mingyu's face and despite earlier's hiccup, Seungkwan finds himself smiling back.

“I'm sorry I wasn't discreet,” Mingyu mumbles as he tightens his hold on Seungkwan's hand. They're standing far apart to make it look like they're just a pair of employees talking but close enough to touch, “I'll leave the cupcakes at your door, next time.”

“Woah, getting bold now are we?” Seungkwan laughs as he squeezes Mingyu's hand back, “At least take me out on a date first!”

“Tomorrow after work?” Mingyu asks as they break apart when someone starts walking in the room.

Seungkwan, still feeling the warmth of Mingyu's hand on his own, mirrors the younger's smile.