Seonghwa tried to remember everyone who came into his bakery.
Hongjoong always enters in the same manner each time: he sprints up to the door, catches his breath, enters with a smile and a wave, and promptly steals Seonghwa’s heart.
He just wants a chocolate croissant.
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“Some of you might be surprised to hear that I’m actually a big fan of rap.” he says and sees a few eyebrows raise in front rows. “Yeah, I know I don’t look particularly like the type, but it’s true. That being said, I have a huge honor of hosting one of the best rappers in whole South Korea – the best, in my personal opinion – please welcome him with a big applause: Kim Namjoon!”
“Confidence comes from excelling,” Wooyoung exclaims defensively.
“Or does excelling come from confidence?” San counters.
Wooyoung wriggles beneath him, trapped in the heat of the blankets. “You’re so mean to me! On this the morn’ of my fifth attempt at conjuring a familiar! What if my anger seeps into the spell and conjures something really disgusting like a millipede?”
San blows a raspberry on Wooyoung’s neck and climbs off him. “Then that’ll be your own fault, and you will have to live with your many-legged spirit-friend for all eternity.”
(Or: The ATEEZ coven gathers to witness as Wooyoung attempts once again to summon a familiar, prepared for an inevitable failure once more. Things go awry...))
Jungkook is 24, and he sells coffee for a living.
And in no way is his life impacted by the monarchy.
That is, until the day the first son of the Emperor abdicates the throne.
aka Jungkook is the barista who offers to let Prince Seokjin stay at his place after he runs away from home. Jungkook does not realize who Jin is. Jungkook just knows he's hot af.
“--if you agree to go on a date with me, my friends will let me leave, and I just want to go to the arcade because I have 600,000 tickets, and my friend said he’ll give me his tickets, and I’m so close to winning the lifesize Charmander, and this is tragically important to me, so if you just say yes and give me your number as proof a-and then you let me buy you dinner or something once, I will do almost anything.”
“Skate from one side of this straightaway to the other, and I’ll say yes.”
It’s the summer after Jongho’s junior year of college. The subway tunnels are slick with a combination of condensated sweat, spilled Starbucks, and mysterious tunnel sludge. He gets dared to ask Yeosang out. Things cascade from there.