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some WIP Wednesday for y'all! this is from the JH/WW horror fic I'm working on
tw for kidnapping & restraints
#svtfic #kpopfic #kpoprpf
Preview of AO3 page Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: A.C.E (Beat Interactive Band) Relationship: Lee Donghun/Park Junhee | Jun Additional Tags: Non-Idol AU, Idol Donghun, Regular dude Junhee, Meet-Cute, Weddings, musings on, Fanservice, Aegyo, and the freedoms and demands of nugudom, Flirting, Bath Sex, Hand Jobs, Dry Humping, is it dry if it's in a bath though, Hopeful Ending, aka the author didn't have it in them to write the next morning, but don't worry they will continue to fuck and flirt and fall in love Language: English Words:8,193 Chapters:1/1 Summary: Junhee, tired from working to make sure his sister's wedding is a success, runs into Donghun doing aegyo in the bathroom. They flirt, talk about the weird job that is idoldom, and take moments of joy as they find them. Notes: talk to me on twitter or bluesky I saw this post from donghun's bubble and then entered a fugue state for several hours. The result is this fic, unbetad, barely edited. It demanded to be written, and so it is done.
oh hey i am back to post another fic that appeared out of whole cloth after I saw something on the internet
archiveofourown.org/works/63345760
🫰donghun and junhee have a little wedding meet-cute, muse about the freedoms and demands of nugudom, and maybe kiss a little
#pinkishficao3 #ACERPF #KPopRPF
Oops I wrote another other fic because I still can't stop thinking about them
#kpopRPF #PinkishFicAO3 #TANRPF
archiveofourown.org/works/62820685
oops i wrote a sequel because I can't stop thinking about them
archiveofourown.org/works/62729701
#KpopRPF #PinkishFicAo3 #TANRPF
AO3 screenshot with the following tags: Fandom: TAN (Band) Relationship: Lee Changsun (24K)/Im Jooan (TAN) Characters: Im Jooan (TAN),Lee Changsun (24K), Lee Jaejun (TAN), Seo Sunghyuk, other members are there they just don't have lines lol Additional Tags: post-TAN Battlegrounds, Fuckbuddies, i guess, it's a messy situationship that's for sure, Not Actually Unrequited Love, but it's still kind of bittersweet, Bittersweet, Blow Jobs, Angry Kissing. excessive use of space metaphors, Jooan POV, Established Relationship, but it's very unclear what that relationship is exactly Title: as the pressure builds i'll fuse more and more Summary: After Jooan's impressive betrayal and victory in TAN Battlegrounds, something shifts. Jooan doesn't know how to ask for forgiveness, even though Changsun will always grant it.
this is the year I write all the rarepairs of my dreams
as the pressure builds i'll fuse more and more
💫CS/JA
💫e, 2k
💫the consequences of Battlegrounds
archiveofourown.org/works/62595358
#KpopRPF #PinkishFicAO3 #TANRPF
Screenshot of the fic on AO3 Additional Tags: ACE Company AU, Alternate Universe - Office, Junhee is older than Donghun, Fuckbuddies, Light enemies to lovers, Self-Esteem Issues, Hate Sex, except it's with the person who knows you best in the world, Anal Sex, Shower Sex, Old man yaoi, except they're still younger than me, Body Worship, Top Lee Donghun, Top Park Junhee | Jun, Bottom Lee Donghun, Bottom Park Junhee | Jun, aka they are very vers, character smutty, Porn With Plot, except that plot is more introspective narration than actual storyline Lee Donghun and Park Junhee work together, drink together, and I guess, fuck together. Regrettably. Except when did Park Junhee become a person Donghun cares about? Notes: title from oh wonder's all we do to get you in the headspace, consider heavy by peach prc for junhee and life is suffering well by su lee for donghun please forgive any gross mischaracterisations -- I watched ace company before really knowing much about ace and i really really fell in love with their dynamic there. please also talk to me on twitter or on bsky
all we do
👨💼junhee/donghun
👨💼e, 9.6k
👨💼office au; haters to lovers; introspective character smutty
👨💼https://ao3.org/works/61655578
#PinkishFicAO3 #ACERPF #KpopRPF #RPF #dongjun #donghunxjunhee
Donghyuck is just having fun now, dancing around the infrared beams without a care in the world, teleporting and weaving through them in an intricate dance. The only things that Jeno can catch from the platform above are the bright pink highlights of his hair and the yellow cargo pants as they catch the tiny bits of light reflecting off of him. Bold of him to wear such bright colors to such illegal activities, but Jeno’s not much better. “Quit showing off,” Jeno hisses down at the warehouse floor. He isn’t quite able to hide his smile, however, and Donghyuck knows this too, even from that far down. The demon form jumps out of him, swooshing the entire thirty feet in a perfect arc to hover centimeters from Jeno’s face before it disappears back down, and he can hear faint cackling laughter as Donghyuck disappears into the entrance to one of the loading bays. “He’s being a dick again, isn’t he?” Jaemin gripes fondly through his earpiece. “Hey, tell him if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up and botches this heist, he’s getting blue-balled for a month.”
There’s an audible and overdramatic gasp from Donghyuck, who Jeno can no longer see below him. “I can hear you just fine, you know! And please, like you could keep your hands off of me.” “If you challenge him he might just do it out of spite,” Jeno points out. “At least you’ll have me, I guess.” “I know you three are disgustingly in love and all that, but can you please not flirt over comms in the middle of a job where everyone can hear you?” Renjun sounds exasperated, and Jeno can faintly hear the murmured agreement of Chenle from somewhere in his vicinity and does feel a tiny bit bad, until Jaemin chuckles, way too amused. “Are you feeling left out, Renjunnie?” “What? No, what the hell.”
“We should give him a kiss when we get to the jeep,” Donghyuck agrees immediately, and Jeno can’t help the laugh that escapes him. Trust Jaemin and Donghyuck to snipe at each other and team up against everyone else. Thankfully, Mark comes to Renjun’s rescue. “Hate to break this up, but there’s a watchdog and other guards down the hall from Donghyuck and Jeno. You should move out the bay to your right, then circle around the outside until you see us with the jeep. Jisung already got the other cargo.” “Jeno, puppy, will you pick me up pretty please?” Jeno ducks away from the edge of the platform and a sweeping searchlight, starting down the ladder on the other side to hurry toward their exit point. “On my way.”
🌿 17 — nominhyuck
🌿 paranoia by heartsteel
🌿 for @shuhuapetals.bsky.social
🌿 #sunwrites #kpoprpf
The phone rings on his bedside table, and Jeongin fumbles for it, blinking blearily at the caller ID. Bang Chan. His heart is hammering, clawing its sickeningly hopeful way up his throat, and this is probably a bad idea but that feeling itself is enough for him to pick up. “So are you finally talking to me?” He can just about picture Chan’s wince on the other end, even months apart. “Yeah,” he says, soft and guarded. “I guess the first thing to say is that I’m sorry.”
Jeongin had been preparing himself to yell and scream, but the hollow, empty sadness and guilt in Chan’s voice is enough to mollify him, at least a bit. “I just wanted you to be honest,” he settles on, unsure how to accept the apology for now. “You never shared the hard things or the most crucial things, and look where it got us.” “I know,” Chan says, voice brittle even through the fuzzy speaker. What hurts the most is that Jeongin knows Chan would have beaten himself up a thousand times more than Jeongin ever could, that he’s probably rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in the mirror in their long stretch of radio silence. “I wanted to be perfect for you.” “Well, I don’t want that,” Jeongin grits out. “If—and this is a big if—I let you back in around me, you’re going to have to get used to showing all the ugly bits. Honesty is the best policy and all that. I’d rather have an ugly truth than a pretty lie and you of all people should know this.”
There’s quiet for a moment on the other end of the line. Jeongin waits, because if nothing else, he can always count on Chan to process something fully, understand even the bits he hasn’t said. “I… I might not deserve it, but I want to try,” he says eventually. “Please, I don’t expect anything but a chance.” The last bits of ice around Jeongin’s heart are cracking, despite wanting to hold strong. He breathes out slowly staring at the dark ceiling, reminding himself of the good things, reminding himself that he has the leverage here. His free hand fists in the bedsheets, gathering courage. “I never blocked you,” he starts. “But that’s not an invitation for now. I’m going to take my time, and I expect you to do the same. If I don’t see any changes even as friends, then…” He lets it hang in the air, but he knows Chan understands by the sharp intake of breath on the other end.
“Thank you.” Chan’s voice catches, breaks at the end. Something watery creeps into his words. “Really, that’s… That’s all I can ask for.” Jeongin closes his eyes, trying not to feel. “Goodnight, Chan.” “Goodnight.” Jeongin’s not entirely sure what he’s feeling as he hangs up. The clawing of his heart in his throat is gone, somewhat. There’s a lingering heavy feeling that sits in the pits of his lungs, but there’s also something lighter in there. For the first time in months, he feels like he can breathe without fighting past something lodged in his chest. He hopes that’s a good sign.
🌿 21 — jeongchan
🌿 pears by weston estate
🌿 for @bxrosyll.bsky.social
🌿 #sunwrites #kpoprpf
Seokmin finds Chan on the roof again, as predicted. The night isn’t too cold, but he’s brought a blanket anyway to dramatically shake out over Chan’s body and climb under as Chan laughs and protests halfheartedly. “Can’t sleep?” he asks, smiling in satisfaction and snuggling into Chan’s side. Like all the other times this month that he’s found Chan up here, Chan shakes his head, his smile fading. He drapes his arm loosely over Seokmin’s stomach and tilts his head toward him, letting out a soft sigh. “Thinking too much again.” “You’re always overthinking,” Seokmin says, not unkindly. “But hey, remember? Things we can control.”
Chan sighs again, nods. “It just feels so aimless. I feel lost. Sometimes I wish I could just figure all this shit out just by talking about it out loud.” “That part helps too,” Seokmin reminds him. He leans in to kiss Chan’s cheek softly. “And in the meantime, I’m still here. Keep talking to me, yeah?” “Yeah.” They’re quiet for a few moments, just looking up at the sky together. Chan’s fingers card softly through Seokmin’s hair, and Seokmin can only hope that he’s focusing on these little moments in the present: the lights of the city distant around them, the stars above, the heat of their bodies between them, the slow, steady rhythm of their hearts. “That one’s the Big Dipper, right?” he asks eventually, pointing up toward the cluster of stars. “That’s the only one I remember.”
“I’ve told you so many,” Chan scoffs, but he does guide Seokmin’s hand to an adjacent section of sky. “There’s more to it that makes up Ursa Major.” “The bear one?” Seokmin squints. “It looks more like a rat to me.” Chan pauses, then drops his hand, laughing. “You’re full of shit,” he says, gently clocking Seokmin’s shoulder. He must have realized Seokmin is trying to gently distract him. “But you think I’m funny!” Something in Chan’s voice has eased, at least. “Yeah, well, I’m biased because I love you.”
🌿 38 — seokchan
🌿 nocturne by eden
🌿 for @leeminhoelic.bsky.social
🌿 #sunwrites #kpoprpf
A grin spreads across Chan’s face as he catches the tail end of a shimmery outfit disappearing behind the fake locker door. He gives a brief nod to the shopkeeper as he slips through the aisles, but his focus is solely on ducking behind the locker into the narrow hallway, lifting his gaze ahead to where his quarry has slowed, walking backward as his fingertips drag against the walls. His eyes are fixed on Chan, and as always, it feels like Chan is the one being hunted, not the other way around. The smokey eyeshadow sets the man’s eyes in stark relief, pinned on him as his lips curl knowingly. Chan is about to call out, but all too soon, the hallway opens into the club beyond, laughter and chatter amongst the crowd swallowing him up. He darts forward, trying to catch a glimpse of where the man had gone, but he doesn’t try too hard—he always loses him at this point, and the man always finds him again.
Deciding he might as well wait and not seem too eager, he elbows his way to the bar, sitting down and refusing the offer of a drink. The bodies out on the dance floor blur at the edges, nothing quite catching his attention in the dim lighting. All there’s left to do is wait, and he doesn’t wait long. Light fingertips at his shoulder, trailing across his back. He closes his eyes, and he can feel the soft exhale before lips brush against his ear. “Miss me?” “Someone finally told me your name,” he says, bringing his hand up to cup the man’s cheek without turning around. “You’re clearly interested, so why play hard to get? Minho.”
Minho’s fingers barely pause as they smooth down his bare arm, leaving tingles in their wake. When Chan finally opens his eyes and turns his face toward him, he leans in a little closer, the smirk widening. Their breaths mingle. If Chan leaned forward any further, their lips would be pressed together. “More fun this way, don’t you think?” He pulls away yet again, infuriating and tantalizing all at once, but this time, Chan follows him and his swaying hips into the crowd, determination building. He can’t let him get away again.
🌿 8 — minchan
🌿 chantaje by shakira
🌿 for @woozibang.bsky.social
🌿 #sunwrites #kpoprpf
Northern Lights calypsio (arundels) Summary: What did the cold northern wind ever do to deserve the sunlit dawn?
collage of three pictures: (1) a side-view shot of wonwoo with glasses on; (2) junhui looking into the camera, overlaid with a ghostly afterimage of himself; (3) the northern lights over snowy mountains, a moon half-rising a distant peak
Northern Lights
—svt, #wonhui
—G rating, 1k words
—canonverse - breakup vibes
—meditations on the languages we speak and the names we have for things
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/42686289
Runaway calypsio (arundels) Summary: They stayed together for thirteen years, in the end. Thirteen. There's a sort of poetry to that. There would have been more poetry, Seungkwan thinks, if they'd stayed together forever. (Post-disbandment, Seungkwan finds his way back home.)
collage of three pictures: (1) a picture of seungkwan and vernon by the ocean, taken from the back; seungkwan has his arm around vernon. (2) a close-up shot of seungkwan looking back over his shoulder into the camera. (3) a shot of an orchard of orange trees.
Runaway
—svt, #verkwan
—T rating, 13k words
—canonverse, post-disbandment
—falling out and falling back in love
—written for emoficfest
#svt #solboo #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/41637039
Storm Warning calypsio (arundels) Summary: Wonwoo isn't the kind of person who takes chances. Then Junhui moves in across the hall, and Wonwoo learns the difference between the kind of storm you run from, and the kind you chase.
collage of two pictures: (1) wonwoo in a loose white shirt, sitting on the floor and looking at the camera with a melancholy expression; (2) a lightning strike against a stormy sky
Storm Warning
—svt, #wonhui
—T rating, 18.2k words
—modern au, slow burn
—strangers to friends to lovers
—wonwoo as the personification of pining
—written for KPopFicmix
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/41496003
Impulse/Control calypsio (arundels) Summary: It's four in the morning. Jeonghan stands in front of the bathroom mirror and hacks his hair off with the kitchen scissors.
collage of two pictures: (1) jeonghan with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair; (2) a pile of hair of a similar colour strewn across the bathroom floor
Impulse/Control
—svt, #jeonghan centric
—T rating, 2.5k words
—jeonghan cuts off his long hair
—unspecified mental health struggles?
—hair as a blatant metaphor for control over your own body
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/41288205
#kpop #kpopfanfic #nctfanfic #skzfanfic #seventeenfanfic #ateezfanfic #mamamoofanfic #redvelvetfanfic #shineefanfic #kpoprpf #exofanfic #nmixxfanfic #idolrpf
Let Me Fall calypsio (arundels) Summary: Everyone thought that Jeonghan would be the one to break up with Seungcheol. (At the end of the day, it wasn't anyone's fault.)
collage of three pictures: (1) seungcheol with hands under his chin, looking into the middle distance; (2) close-up of yellow ginkgo leaves against a pale blue sky; (3) jeonghan in a soft white sweater, looking down
Let Me Fall
—svt, #jeongcheol
—G rating, 7.8k words
—break-up fic
—yjh processes his feelings in his own way
—NOT getting back together but hopeful ending
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/41144934
Parentheses calypsio (arundels) Summary: "Do you think, in another life, we would still be friends?" Or: Five questions Seungkwan asks Hansol, and one question Hansol doesn't ask in return.
collage of three pictures: (1) seungkwan with his arms wrapped around vernon's shoulders from the back; (2) seungkwan and vernon looking at each other; (3) seungkwan sitting behind vernon, resting his chin on vernon's shoulder
Parentheses
—svt, #verkwan
—T rating, 3.3k words
—best friends to... ??
—canon-typical mutual pining
#svt #solboo #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/40702233
Gravity calypsio (arundels) Summary: The secret is that they do this every time they go clubbing. The heavy breaths, the hands on flushed skin, the heartbeats thrumming in rhythm with the music. In dark rooms and darker corners. The secret is that this isn't new. The real secret is that Mingyu wants more.
black and white collage of three pictures: (1) a blurry shot of jeonghan from seventeen, taken from the back, walking beside a city road; (2) a vending machine along the side of a quiet street; (3) mingyu from seventeen in a hoodie with the hood up, lying on his side
Gravity
—svt, #gyuhan
—T rated, 13.7k words
—canonverse, non-linear
—mingyu pining, jeonghan being avoidant
—ft. shinee key
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/40144026
Lie Again calypsio (arundels) Summary: That summer turns into the summer of Mingyu. Jeonghan doesn't notice it happening until it's already too late. Or, at least, that's what he tells himself.
collage of two photos: one of jeonghan of seventeen in a grey t-shirt, smiling and looking into the camera; the other of mingyu of seventeen in a baseball cap and big coat, sitting at a table looking melancholy
Lie Again
—svt, #gyuhan
—T rated, 21.7k words
—friends with benefits / casual relationship
—yjh in denial about catching feelings
—happy ending!
#svt #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/38948718
Silence (Things We Didn't Say) calypsio (arundels) Summary: When it came down to it, Joshua simply didn't like talking about things. Seokmin, unfortunately, did. Alternatively — it takes Joshua and Seokmin a stupid fight to realise just how much is going unsaid between them.
collage of two pictures: one of dk from seventeen sitting on a sofa and looking down, and another of joshua from seventeen with one hand behind his head and looking into the middle distance
Silence (Things We Didn't Say)
—svt, #seokshua
—T rated, 5.8k words
—based on the TTT 2021 'swimming pool fight'
—lots of feels & vibes, open-ended
#svt #seoksoo #kpoprpf #fic
🔗 ao3.org/works/38291317
