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about now*:・ﾟ| intro pt.2
summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.
alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world
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a/n: to explain seok's username thing (dltjrals97), if you type the exact same thing using a korean keyboard, then you'll get lee seokmin !! fun fact it took me A Good Minute to write down the eng equivalent bc i had to keep switching back and forth from hangul to eng rip
hii may i ask what's the name of the app you used for the woozi smau? :>>
THIS IS SO LATE ‘M SORRY T-T
but i used wit for the group chat texts and social dummy for twitter + instagram !! :]
what does it feel like to be good at everything?
[taps mic] aha..,, hello
late realisation (or late acceptance more like) but i clearly can’t juggle life shit with writing🥲 moving and uni’s kicking my ass + other writing projects are taking up my time and this blog’s left to collect dust im so sorry😭😭
winter break starts in a week tho so.., hopefully i can put some stuff out;; i had a chan fic written up to like 1k words before i dipped lmao ok i’m saying this so i can finally get the push to finish it !!!
literally sobbing and beating myself up for redownloading mystic messenger because my love life is in shambles
also the “i’m literally the guy in the pic” HAD ME HOWLING DUDE LMFAOOOOOO YOU ACTUALLY DID IT
the grip mystic messenger has on all of us,,, unbelievable these men got us waking up at 3 am to answer their texts smh
ASHDGS ever since i put hosh's pfp as 707 i've been Waiting for this moment pls
noooo ur so sweet😭😭💕 ty for enjoying it so much TT—TT <33333
about now*:・ﾟ| chapter twenty seven — ready to love
summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.
alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world
word count: 2.3k words
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a/n: AND IT IS HERE FOLKS !! sorry for the late-ish update lol this a big chonky one🤧but i hope the wait is worth it ?? (':
“Hooold on a second, let me get the file up real quick,” Jihoon softly mutters.
It had been mere moments since you’ve finished calling the rest of the group for a celebratory Christmas call. Your small apartment suddenly feels even smaller as everything falls into silence and you were left alone. A bittersweet sigh escapes you as you stretch, but a notification popping up on your laptop sends you tumbling out of your seat in shock.
Ten minutes later, you sit face to face with the man who has been plaguing your mind and your everyday thoughts. The same man who you have been stressing over day and night and made you feel like a lovesick fool.
(Deep down you knew you are, a lovesick fool; for him.)
He greets you with a stiff wave and despite the tension biting at your nerves, a giggle bubbles out of you in endearment. He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance, but the playful glint in his eyes erases any malice behind his muffled “shut up.” The soft pads and swift clicks of a keyboard fill the air as silence falls upon the two of you. He dons an excited—albeit, shy—smile that he inevitably fails to suppress every time he glances to the corner of the monitor where your figure sits in anticipation. You pretend not to notice that smile, despite how much it made your heart race.
Yet you can’t help but stare at him anyway—admiring the way his lithe hand squishes against his cheek, how long his hair has notably grown as it falls over his eyes—a certain gentleness spreads warmth within your heart. You internally punch the air at how the universe has simultaneously graced you with his companionship but cursed you with the seemingly impossible circumstances to profess either of your feelings and take your friendship any further. However, tonight you were hell-bent on making things right.
As you let your thoughts trail, an air of nervousness renders you stiff. The reality suddenly dawns on you; the sheer magnitude of your feelings for him has lead you to personalise your very own gift package—with a written letter explaining said feelings—that is set to arrive at any given moment now. In this call. The comfortable stance you’ve taken suddenly feels constricting and you reposition your limbs aimlessly. Your eyes flit around until you’re pretty sure you’ve looked at every miscellaneous item on your desk three times already. How the hell did you usually act around him?
As the time ticks on, the jitters in your palms increases and you bite your inner cheek in silent distress.
However, as if he knew the state you were in, your earphones crackle to life with a soft hum of an unfamiliar, yet soothing melody. Instantly, as if it was muscle memory, your body calms down and your thoughts hush into a quiet lull. All you can hear and focus on is Jihoon’s sweet voice washing over you peacefully.
“Is that the new song?” You asked after he finishes humming a verse.
He shakes his head, a small pout forming on his lips and you bite your lip in hopes of repressing the smitten smile threatening to split your face at his cute expressions.
“I’ve been kind of stuck on that one, so uh...” he trails off, wordlessly. You were about to express words of encouragement before he quickly adds, “I made this one instead.”
The small notification startles you as you slightly jump at the sound, fingers scrambling to open the song file Jihoon sent you.
On the other side of the screen, Jihoon quickly drops his head to hide his grin as he finds himself enamoured at all your little mannerisms. It does well in distracting him from the fact that he just sent you an entire song of him simply pouring all of his pent up feelings for you—or…actually not really.
Oh God, he thinks to himself, his nerves suddenly spiking when he hears your delighted cheer indicating that you finished downloading the file and is about to listen to it and fuck, I want the ground to swallow me whole.
“What’s the inspiration behind this one, ‘Hoon?”
He feels his world slow into a standstill. A beat passes. Jihoon releases a breath he subconsciously held as he frantically searches for an answer.
You, obviously, he thinks to himself again. All my songs are all about you.
However his silence stretches on and he sees you tilt your head in question and he blurts out unthinkingly, “why don’t you listen to it first? I think you’ll get where I’m coming from then.”
You only nod enthusiastically before counting down in a soft voice, a distant click! of the keyboard is the last sound Jihoon heard before he sees you immersing yourself in the song. A surprised look flashes your eyes and he sees you flit your gaze towards the screen where he is, before immediately dropping to your fiddling hands. Even through the slightly blurry screen and your best efforts to hide your face, Jihoon notes your reddening ears and he can only assume which part of the song you’re in.
My feelings grew after I met you
Just friends that’s not enough for me
As nonchalant as he acts, Jihoon is apt at picking up your feelings, or more importantly, his returned feelings. He’s not oblivious, nor stupid. After spending hours upon hours talking to you in video calls—whether it was him asking you for company as he cooks dinner for himself, to you randomly calling during his shift at work just to show a quick cat you found at a random park, or your weekly watching parties. Jihoon has called you enough to know how you are at any time of day, to see you go through many ups and downs, and memorise every little habit you have.
I’m a fool of love for you
My heart by your side forever, by your side forever
Jihoon remembers it all, and he treasures it all. Often he’d catch his own expression and how utterly in love, he looks. He would have cursed himself for falling for someone so deeply if not for the fact that one day, you started to mirror that same look to him. Whether you had realised it yourself or not, Jihoon was elated. So he stays by your side, lets your very presence carve itself a home in his heart and hopes that he has a place in yours, too.
Trust me now
To fill my heart to the top
Like you’re short of breath (let me)
You give me purpose
You hung your head and shut your eyes, heart tugging and you wonder to yourself whether it was in denial or hope. Is this truly real? As the last echoes of the beat ring in your ears, you heave a breath. Raising your head, you brave yourself to look into the screen and the moment you saw Jihoon’s expectant face you part your lips, a response ready at the tip of your tongue.
“I’m—”
Ring. Ring.
Not expecting his doorbell to ring so late into the night, Jihoon flinches in surprise, eyes widening as he heaves an exasperated sigh. He mumbles a “be right back” before his figure disappears off-camera, a string of curses leaving his lips before it fades into silence.
You let out an airy chuckle, a giddy smile threatening to break out after your jittery nerves start to settle after hearing the song. Who would have guessed that Jihoon would write an entire song dedicating his confession to you? You shake your head in disbelief, finding it funny at how similar the two of you think as your confessions were coincidentally set on the same day-
Hold on, you thought. Was the doorbell for the—
Before your thoughts could spiral even further, you see Jihoon fall back onto his chair, a wrapped gift in his hands. You see a glint in his eye as his lips stretch into a bashful grin, bringing out his red-dusted cheeks.
“Did you conspire with Seokmin to send me something?”
The box was decked in horrendous wrapping paper, numerous thumbs with little Santa hats littered all over—a telltale sign of your own doing. Despite editing it yourself, you still snort at its tangible form, overly proud of yourself. You hear Jihoon break into a fit of giggles—albeit with half-hearted complaints in between of the stupid thumbs—and you were glad that you were the source of it.
“Can I open it now?” Jihoon asked hurriedly, his excitement evident in the way his fingers tap rapidly on the box. In spite of the slight embarrassment of seeing him react to your gifts (and ultimately your confession letter), you nod, giving him the go-ahead.
Jihoon didn’t really know what to expect, the prospect of receiving a gift from you was enough to send his heart racing but as he carefully opened the package, he felt his breath knocked out of his lungs.
Little assorted gifts filled the box and scanning the notes stuck on them, he recognises some of them as things he mentioned wanting offhandedly in past calls and texts, whether they were your local snacks or certain knickknacks he’s seen you have lying around your apartment. Jihoon feels ridiculous when he remembers how nervous he was a mere hour ago when now, he sits there with a box of, well, your feelings, essentially. So he cherishes it, softly tracing each note, as if in fear it’d disappear if he wasn’t careful with it, with your hard work.
Jihoon delicately thumbs an envelope sealed with a heart sticker. He opens it before he heard your panicked yell.
“Wait! Don’t open that yet, do it last…Please?”
Through its design, Jihoon inherently knew what was inside the envelope, and somehow it made the paper in his hand feel heavier, growing an itch to read its content. Seeing your distressed face, however, leads him to carefully place the envelope on the table; making sure not a single corner was wrinkled. He sees your shoulder sag, and he sends you a smile, “should I check the rest, then?” You nod hurriedly, and he holds back a comment. Cute, he thinks.
A throw blanket. “Now you can stop complaining about using your heavy duvet when you get cold playing on the sofa” Jihoon remembers that time he sulked about your handy throw blanket on your sofa and how he doesn’t have one, leading you to tease him the entire night when you snuggled your face into the said blanket. He remembers how his heart clenches at the sight of you half asleep under it and how he wishes he could revel in the sight with his own eyes instead of through the camera.
A red string bracelet with a bell pendant inside a black mug. “Please stop drinking solely out of sport bottles” Jihoon scoffs at the note before staring at the two items, wondering their significance—breaking into a smile as he figures it out, recognising the familiar designs in a post you sent from Instagram.
“Are these matching items?”
You look away from the screen before nodding ever so slowly. You can hear his airy giggle and even without seeing the screen, you can feel the unadulterated joy emanating from him.
“The red string and bell are from ‘Kimi no Na wa’, so…” Your voice started confidently before fading into silence as embarrassment overtakes you, letting out a groan at Jihoon’s teasing.
A night…lamp? Jihoon picks it up before holding it close to the camera. To his surprise, you let out a grumble before hiding your face behind your palms again. The man only raises an eyebrow and you wordlessly reach out to an identical looking lamp sitting on your desk, bringing it into the camera’s view. You touch the lamp softly as it glows a warm purple in response, and you can see the one Jihoon’s holding react the same way. Realisation falls over Jihoon’s face and a peal of uncontrollable laughter escapes him.
You whine out to him indignantly, “why are you laughing at me!”
It takes Jihoon a few seconds to recuperate, traces of laughter evident in the chuckles under his breath as he puffs out a response.
“You’re genuinely the cutest person ever, Yn.”
The man only grins at the effect his statement has on you, as you curl into yourself again in embarrassment.
“You’re the worst.”
Jihoon snickers and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. He giggles here and there, picking up graphic greeting cards you drew of his favourite characters, storing them safely on his table, next to the letter. You catch his longing eyes lingering on it for a few seconds, before diving back into the box. Something in you stirs as you see him immediately start to shoot off comments about some more snacks, so before you knew it, you cut him off without warning.
“I’m in love with you.”
Jihoon’s words trail off into a stop. His hands that were busy with the box’s contents pause mid-air too, as if he was under a spell, which is true for the most part. His eyes trace yours for any sign of hesitation, yet what meets his gaze is one so full of love he thought he was dreaming, and he felt every nerve of his body tingle in adoration.
A beat passes. And another.
Tenderness blooms in Jihoon’s features as his lips settle into a soft smile. He takes in your shy yet determined figure, eyes gazing at him in anticipation. He finds out right there and then that what he used to find difficult to admit in spoken words in lieu of a string of melody, somehow falls out of his lips with ease in the presence of you.
“I’m in love with you too.”
extra a/n: we fuckin did it y'all,,,,, it's been a long journey😭 but here's a truckload of fluff for all of ya !! :D
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soonhoonsol’s love language is bullying the maknae 3
about now*:・ﾟ| epilogue pt.3
summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.
alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world
word count: 2k words
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a/n: happy late valentine's !! here's some long overdue fluff of ynhoon<333
“Stop staring at me!”
Jihoon’s view is suddenly obstructed as you place your palms over his eyes. He only spares you a chuckle in response, grasping your wrists in his hands softly; lowering it down.
“Can you blame me? The one person I’ve always wanted to be by my side is suddenly right in front of me,” he heaves a breath. Words tumble out of him, his lips working like a broken dam, channeling his strained voice.
“I feel like you’d disappear on me and I’d wake up from this dream if I let you out of my sight for even a second.”
Your eyes softened as a knowing smile unfolds. Jihoon takes note at how sweeter your smile looks when he’s up close to you like this. You twist your left hand to fit his while the other gently cups his cheek; as his settles on your waist.
“I’m not going anywhere, my love.”
Jihoon leans against the palm on his cheek, eyes closing to take in the comfort of your touch. He’s pictured this scene multiple times—too many times, even. Whenever he finds it hard to fall asleep, he’d imagine your fingers threading through his hair and your sweet whispers lulling him to sleep. When he feels stuck he’d picture you beside him, softly caressing his hands with an encouraging smile plastered on your face. In those moments, the phantom of your touches offer a glimpse of comfort that leaves behind sorrow in its tracks.
However, even his wildest imagination couldn’t even come close to how he feels in this current time.
An overwhelming warmth envelops him with just the slightest touch of yours, he feels like he’s going mad—now that you’ve taken him in your arms. The bitter aftertaste was nowhere to be found, and he concludes that in your presence, he can let himself be washed over by you in peace.
A fleeting kiss to the palm of your hand, and a shy smile in return.
“So, are you staying with Chaeyoung in Korea?” Jihoon questions with a lilt, a multitude of meanings behind his slight inflection, drawing a smirk out of you.
“Well, do I have any other place to go to?”
Jihoon lets out a breathy chuckle. Of course you’d try to make him be the one to ask you to stay; despite you wanting the same thing. Deep down, you both knew that neither of you wanted to leave the other.
“I mean, there’s always Jeonghan and Miki,” he snickers.
The hand that lovingly cradled his cheek goes down to give his shoulder a slap.
“You’re one second away of getting your boyfriend privileges revoked.”
Another laugh forces its way out of him and you give him a pause to recuperate when the hand he had on your waist suddenly pulls you closer.
“Well then, Yn, would you do the honours of staying the night with me?”
Your lips dried out as the closeness knocked a breath out of you. Darting your eyes away, you try to distract yourself enough to gather your wits, yet to no avail. Head still spinning at the close proximity, you only managed to let out an approving hum.
A smug smile cracks on his face, a taunt ready at the tip of his tongue. You brace yourself for the teasing as you knew he wouldn’t let you live this moment down, when a voice boomed throughout the room.
“THIS IS A PUBLIC SPACE, YA NASTIES!”
Taking the chance of the surprise, you push his body to a full arm’s length away from you.
You take a deep breath, willing the heat that rushed to your cheeks to go down as you look away from the man who reduced you to a blushing mess. Satisfied giggles pour out of him and you can only slap his shoulders—again—in retaliation.
Jihoon catches your hand, and you let him intertwine your fingers with his.
“Yn! Jihoon! Come here, Joshua is making us free cocktails!” Seokmin called out.
Slightly alarmed, the two of you give each other a look before making your way towards the bar counter.
“I thought he was a barista, not a bartender?”
Soonyoung only shrugs, “guess we’ll find out.”
As you arrive at the counter, you see Seungcheol downing a glass of whatever light blue concoction Joshua made, a wrinkled face being the only testament to his work.
You feel Jihoon drop his head to your shoulders, a low groan escaping him and you could only laugh.
You can envision the long night ahead of you, yet your heart has never felt as full.
———————————————
“How does it feel to meet your boyfriends’ bosses?”
You snorted, “am I supposed to feel something?” Chan—the young dancer, not the Australian you flew here with—shrugs, mumbling something that sounded like an ass reason. You muse at the late realisation of the same name your two friends share, yet how different they are. You don’t feel the innate urge to fight the Chan standing next to you.
Light conversation continues to fill the cold November night, as all of your friends start to trickle out of the bar one by one. Some looked as fresh as day, while others…
“Seokmin-ah, are you sure you’re good to go home like this?” Minghao asks.
The man in question has one of his arms slung over Wonwoo’s shoulder, the latter replies in his stead, “don’t worry, I’m bringing him over to my place with Hansollie.”
As the last of the guests bid their goodbyes, Jihoon finally steps out of the establishment. His eyes immediately scoured over the group, finding yours straight away and settling into a smile. Right before he could trek his way towards you, a taller man held him back—who you recognise as his fellow producer—whispering something that caused the ones within earshot to share a laugh. At his expense too it seems, as you could see the faint blush creeping upon his ears.
Waving all of them off with a string of curses, he leaves behind the hooting group and takes fast strides towards you. You welcome him with an eyebrow raised, obviously curious on the prying eyes on his back.
“Don’t even ask—“
“Miss Yn!” The producer calls out. “Keep on being his muse, yeah? We’d very much appreciate it!”
“Bumzu-hyung I’m gonna make our trainer murder you next gym sesh’!”
A series of jests and discourses later, the once merry atmosphere slowly quiets down to a murmur as the fatigue catches up.
“Let’s meet up soon, okay?”
“Yeah, all seven of you lovebirds better spare some time for us out of your dates!”
Promises of future plans filled the otherwise silent night, with the cold winter wind and the stars as its witness; watching over the long-cultivated friendships finally growing in full bloom. As the same content—yet still hopeful—smile blossoms on everyone’s face, even as you part ways, the palpable joy that trails each of your figures leave a trail of spring in its wake.
Now alone, the two of you settle in a pleasant silence. You slow your pace once you realised that the streets before you were unfamiliar, letting Jihoon take the lead. He notices the gesture, and he squeezes your hand that were threaded between his.
“So, home?”
You hummed tiredly, turning to smile at him only to find the man already staring at you with a fond smile.
At that moment, the two of you exchanged knowing glances, coming to the same conclusion as you grasped each other’s hand softly.
Yeah, this is home.
———————————————
As if in a trance, Jihoon walks over and crawls his way to you on the bed.
A faint smirk grows on your lips as you ask, “What’s up, ‘Hoon?”
Jihoon feels like he could die happy right there and then. He takes in your relaxed figure; back resting against the headboard, dressed in his own t-shirt, freshly wet hair framing your tired, yet beaming face. And it’s all for him.
He crawls all the way up to you until he sits himself on your lap, knees supporting his weight as not to crush you. His hands slowly cups your chin and he lowers his forehead onto yours. Jihoon closes his eyes.
With him a hair’s breadth away, you will your racing heart to take a breather. You take a moment to stare at his face; memorising his details. You take note of how his eyelashes flutter against you, to the slope of his nose—while resisting the urge of giving it a small peck—all the way to his soft pink lips curved in a tiny grin. You squeeze your eyes shut in disbelief of just how cute your boyfriend is.
In fear of breaking the moment, you sigh out softly, smiling in content. You feel time slow to a pause. Within this little bubble you’ve created with Jihoon, you feel like you can stay here for an eternity. A sense of tranquility blankets you and for once in a long while, you feel at complete peace.
Then, Jihoon breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he’s letting you in on a secret. “I love you.”
You open your eyes, immediately taken into his opened one as well, and right there and then you had an epiphany. This serenity you have come to know, takes in the form of Lee Jihoon: a man who was a stranger but quickly barrelled his entire being into your heart and made his own place there. Someone who effortlessly entwined your lives together, whose eyes harbour every ounce of love you think any person can give to someone—and it’s directed towards you.
Ah, I see. This is why they say home is where the heart is.
A pinch. You yelped in surprise, broken out of your love-struck daze by Jihoon lightly pinching your cheek. You notice a pout that formed on his lips and his brow furrowing in what you can guess is impatience, and amusement starts to rumble within you.
“Say it back, loser.”
You burst out in a peal of laughter, completely enamoured by the sulking man in front of you, although the way he fights off a grin and the mirth in his eyes says anything far from any real annoyance. You cup his face as laughter slowly dies from your throat, leaving its traces in the form of a smile so wide your cheeks are starting to ache. (You find that it’s a common phenomenon when you’re with Jihoon.)
“I love you too, you big baby.”
Jihoon grins, fully pleased at your response. He coos at your eyes slowly closing out of sleepiness, and you flick his shoulders, protest ready at the tip of your tongue but a yawn interrupts you. Jihoon softly giggles, brushing your hair away from your face, “okay, it’s sleepy time.”
Satisfied for the night, he turns over and lays down on his side of the bed, bringing you down with him. You shriek at the sudden movement, hitting his arm indignantly at his complacent chuckle. You shimmy your body against his, placing your head on top of his chest—you note at how sturdy it is, and a quip pops in your head, making you grin.
“Hey, remember my motorboating rights?”
Jihoon’s arms that encased your body against his, lightly smacks your hip. Grumbles pour out of him in contrast to your chuckles that slowly die out into a gentle silence.
Feeling your consciousness being overtaken by slumber, you couldn’t help but think at just how wrong you were in the beginning. All the doubts and troubles that weighed down on you, are rendered into nothingness when you are finally together. Your fleeting thoughts allowed your heart to rest a little lighter, and you can’t help but squeeze yourself further into Jihoon’s embrace. You mumble out a barely coherent “goodnight”, drifting off to sleep.
As your breath steadies, a smile blooms on his tired face, feeling the rise and fall of your steady breaths on top of him. Jihoon feels your body slacken and he finally lets his eyes close, letting sleep overtake him. The sole lingering thought he had was his selfish wish to see you in his dreams, never wanting to lose a moment without you.
bonus bc i'm too attached to let them go:
week 1 after the party: FOUL
week ???: seokmin homewrecker era ?
dec 26: ynhoon anniv !! <3
a/n: okay now we are Official Over🤧 this was an absolute ride and i loved every moment writing these, i'm gonna miss these losers<//3 even though there was a bump (more like a fuckin mountain) in the middle, we finally reached the final Final !! end (''': huge thank you to everyone who stuck around even after like,,, the hiatus ㅠ ◡ ㅠ you all have a very special place in my heart i lov u thank u for enjoying about now<3333333333
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