#swethagopal

Omg, why do you guys love difficult prompts?? This is probably completely NOT what you imagined, but:

The two of them look remarkably similar, but that’s basically where the similarities stop. Where WWX is mischievous and fun, his sister (which I shall simply call TS) is strict. They never agree on anything, and those who know them best think they’re doing it on purpose. TS has, however, a vicious streak. She uses it mostly to foil WWX’s more outrageous flights of fancy, but it can also be turned on others, mostly when they try to fuck with WWX. (Sibling’s prerogative and all that.)

TS and JC get on well. They bond over how ridiculous WWX is and can grumble about things at great length. She also gets on well with JYL and they have their little girls’ chats, but unlike WWX, who loves to be babied, TS is like “thanks, not for me”, so their relationship is quite different. She is curteous to her adoptive parents, but there’s definitely some tension between her and Yu Ziyuan brewing, and it’s not getting better as TS gets older.

When LWJ and TS meet, they get on really well, because they vibe with each other on a fundamental basis due to the similiarity of their disposition. WWX is soooooooo jealous, because he already sees them marrying and having lots of similarly straight-laced and boring children as they are, so he crashes their party as often as he can.

At some point, TS is like “Can you please stop pining after my brother already??? It’s getting super embarassing.” followed my a massive gay freakout from LWJ. Meanwhile WWX is like “I will never give you permission to marry someone as boring as Lan Zhan!” and she’s like “Chill, bro, I’m obviously going to marry JC, like hell am I marrying anything below a sect leader. Also your crush is showing and it’s distasteful” followed by a massive gay freakout from WWX, followed by a “YOu wanT to MArrY JC????”

In the end, everyone is too busy to be gay to kick off the events that lead to the rest of the story. TS probably breaks Wen Chao’s neck somewhere in the background while nobody is looking and then is like *blink* “I’m just a feeble woman, good sir” *blink* Rinse, repeat, hahahaha.

A/N: I hope you are too, sweetheart ♥️

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A hard series of shudders went through Minho when the distance between them shortened to nearly nothing. He grit his teeth as the door slowly imprisoned him in the room, leaving him trapped. The hands on his waist clasped tightly. The eyes on his face roved freely. The skin under his shirt tingled and sparked where their chests met and their breath fanned. A soft laugh hit his chin–or maybe it was a whisper, Minho couldn’t tell. He couldn’t think. His mind was clouded by heat, a fever beginning to run circles alongside his blood with each inhale, every slow exhale.

They’d warned him. They’d told him not to get into something that could hurt him. They’d told him the guy was trouble, with all his tattoos and all his hair dyes and all his… perfection.

There was no other word for it. For him. Jonghyun was perfection. He was a nonpareil. But he was perfection of a different kind. He was neither generous nor benevolent. He hadn’t a single ounce of charity or magnanimity in him. He didn’t care for any of that. And yet people were attracted to him, to his fame and his power and his undeniable lure. They were drawn in, and he would humor them their enchantment, but he’d always maintained a strict distance. He’d always smirked knowingly at them from the other side of a locked gate, as they reached out and tried to touch him, tried to lay at least a finger against his golden and perfect skin. He was the image of perfection. Handsome, charming, articulate with the things he said. Poetic in the stories he wrote–and they were stories the likes of which the world had never heard. They were stories of a strange thirst, of a maddening lust. They were stories of ardent desire and unparalleled craving. They were stories of burning universes and incendiary fantasies. And Jonghyun’s demeanor held the same passion. There was a fire in his glances that told unwritten stories of its own. That was his draw, his hypnotism. That was the danger inherent in him.

They’d warned Minho of that, when he’d bought every volume and read through every novel, cover to cover. They’d warned him it wasn’t the kind of interest to develop, it wasn’t a healthy obsession. And when he’d joined the masses outside the locked gates, he’d probably sensed it too: this wasn’t a rabbit hole he wished to find himself tumbling into.

How did they get here, then? How did Minho find himself closer to perfection than anyone else? Did he climb over a wall? Did he sneak in through the back? Did he have a spell that allowed him to be here, to stand in front of Jonghyun; to let the warm hands hold him and let the hazel eyes study him? What was it that Minho had but no one else did, what was it that placed him so close to danger and left him unscathed? What was it about him that attracted Jonghyun in return, petting their casual meeting at a book signing event and rearing it to grow into something bigger and bigger with each subsequent meeting? What was it about Minho that Jonghyun met him and met him and kept meeting him like an addiction of his own?

A hard series of shudders went through Minho when the distance between them shortened to nearly nothing. The hands on his waist clasped tightly. The eyes on his face roved freely. The skin under his shirt tingled and sparked where their chests met and their breath fanned. A soft laugh hit his chin–or maybe it was a whisper, Minho couldn’t tell. He couldn’t think. His mind was clouded by heat, a fever beginning to run circles alongside his blood with each inhale, every slow exhale.

A set of fingers snaked around the back of his neck, bunching his hair in a gentle but unrelenting grip. “What do you want?” Jonghyun asked him in a reedy whisper that sounded like tiny bells clinking against Minho’s ears. “Hmm? What should I give you?” 

He closed his eyes and sighed, an envelop of magic blooming around him. “K–” he tried, then gulped when the hand on his hair tightened by just a fraction. A warning… or an encouragement. “K-kiss me,” he whispered back, his own voice a hoarse grate of need.

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Nobody writes OnHo angst like you!

Yay, this was so nice ♥️

Whoaa! This was... Something!

You’re very kind ^^

rachanasapre replied to your post “rachanasapre replied to your post: Hi, once i...”

This is ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for reading <3 

rachanasapre replied to your post “Hi, once i heard a odd/hilarious convo between a couple which went...”

This is niceeee... Will you write some more drabbles from this?? I loved the characterisation.... ❤️❤️

12. member you would like to have as a brother?kibum maybe??? taem is out of the question cause i feel like he’d be a goddamn menace LOL

15. fave mv?i cant pick just one asdhjkahksdkorean: dream girl and viewjapanese: downtown baby and your number (dance vers. black)