#purpleboocake

seokhan, lesbians, short, sweet, fluff, almost lovers, they are lovers

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our favorite girls seokmin and jeonghan together in the midst of spring heat.

booseok, fluff, university students booseok, slight emotional hurt/comfort, singing

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seokmin watches seungkwan start a warmup of his own, hands no longer cold to the touch and itching to play. he admires the way his black hair shines in the fluorescent lights, the way his brows crease and his nose scrunches mid-stretch. it’s not until he begins popping his knuckles that he looks at seokmin expectantly, waiting for his answer.

“oh- yeah, i’m ready. more than ready.”

seokmin belatedly replies, and seungkwan smiles.

“don’t worry, just relax and sing. you’ve worked so hard for this, your technique is second nature and healthy, your voice is warm, stable, and resonant,” seungkwan sits on his bench and flips the music pages back to the intro of the song, “tomorrow is only gonna prove what i know.”

boozi, vampire jihoon, desperation, fluff, domestic, comfort

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“ji… jihoon.”

he looked at seungkwan with new, unobstructed eyes upon hearing him; his skin was off in color, his chest rose and fell with the slightest effort. it was such a small detail that jihoon wouldn’t’ve seen it mere moments ago.

that specific thought makes him a little queasy, always thrown off by how easy it is for him to get lost in his own needs—the descent into near madness much easier under a fast, painful onslaught, that of which he barely made it through. he’ll always harbor a sizeable amount of guilt about how the fervent thirst engulfs him; though it was only ever occasionally so strong so suddenly, that guilt echoed in his head as he watched seungkwan stifle a quiet groan, either too tired or simply unable to finish his unnecessary ask.

jihoon understood long before he attempted to speak, wordlessly shooting up and out of the bedroom and returning so fast that seungkwan didn’t get the chance to miss his polar weight beside him.

he took too much.

seokhan, fluff, domestic, comfort, canon compliant, enlistment

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“he walks slowly and steadily, sniffling once more and patting his face dry with his sleeve, hearing him perk up at the sound just around the corner. he assumes it to be seungkwan, of course, and that thought makes seokmin’s smile return just as he leaves the shadow of the hall to meet the dim glow of the kitchen light, and to meet his disbelieving gaze.”

seokhan, fluff, domestic, established relationship

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“at every instance the thought would invade jeonghan’s head, frantically whisper to him to just do it—but then his heart would protest. always rapidly and out of the blue, and so jeonghan never committed. with each sudden and strong hesitance, he’d blurt out an uncharacteristic ‘i love you’ instead; a placeholder of sorts, a true statement that somehow still didn’t match what he really wanted to say, or do. the recipient of such spontaneous affection would laugh shyly and respond wholeheartedly—a little thrown off but otherwise still kept in the dark, thankfully. there was just something wrong every single time, it had to be; jeonghan was never the type to be nervous when it came to things like this. he knew himself, knew how easy it was for him to say things to seokmin most people would stutter through, or wouldn’t even say at all. it was never difficult, never that uncomfortable rabbiting that pushed against his ribs and tangled the words in his throat. it was… merely natural.”

verkwan, fluff, valentine's day

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“Ah, I forgot to tell you someone else was coming to sit with me,” He looked out of the window again, looking as if he didn’t know what he was searching for before noting the presence of two glasses, “.. how did you know?”

Seungkwan gave a polite and quiet near chuckle for half of his answer, soft, trickling water being the background to the rest of it.

“Hm, lucky guess?” He replied almost teasingly, making a little eye contact with the man who grinned bashfully in response; he nodded and cleared his throat, starting to fix his suit jacket while Seungkwan finished up, taking the pitcher and gesturing to the menu.

Seungkwan smiled as he spoke, beginning to wrap up the short, slightly playful formalities. “Just raise your hand to call on me or any of our waiters when you’re ready to order.”

“Okay, thanks,” His eyes flitted down to register the nametag, “Seungkwan-ssi.”

Seungkwan hummed, “Of course, and what’s your name?”

“Oh- Vernon.”

He committed the name to memory.

verkwan, short, fluff, random

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where seungkwan sings at a goose, and vernon falls in love.

cheolboo, angst, gore, violence

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“Maybe now you can stop wasting your time on Seungkwan.”

Jeonghan’s singsong tone floats through Seungcheol’s ears; he could’ve been joking, could’ve also been hiding his honesty behind such a tone of voice. Regardless of what Jeonghan truthfully meant, Seungcheol becomes on edge, voice lowering enough to be just slightly noticeable.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”