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2022 Round 2: AUs
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Status: Closed
This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted.
✧ Seventeen Holidays ✧
About
When you put the characters you love in a new world, you end up loving them even more. Sometimes it's about the aesthetic (dark academia). Sometimes it's about straining those ship dynamics to the extreme (Pacific Rim). Maybe life is hard and you need to exorcise something (unemployment/coporate slave AU). Or perhaps you are so in love with the world you want to see Seventeen in it. Shakespeare, My Hero Academia, RuPaul's Drag Race. No problem - just give some context so anyone can fill it. Examples
MinWon - Bittersweet
Ah yes, the ambiguous Bittersweet MV. I'm curious to see anyone's interpretation of those MinWon scenes.
Any / NCT AU
Remember how Seventeen was supposed to be subgroups divided across Korea, China and Japan? What if that happened and the members were split up, only to reunite once a year. Or if they promoted like NCT - thinking about the graduation angst of NCT Dream, the ridiculous schedules of SuperM. Who is Mark and over-employed. Who is Shotaro and stuck in the basement?
Wonhui X Link Click (Donghua)
Link Click is a show about two guys who run a photography studio and time travels to help their customers. Wonwoo knows every event within 12 hours of a photograph being taken and Junhui can time travel and possess the photographer for 12 hours to complete a mission. Wonwoo speaks in Junhui's mind and tells him what he needs to do - where to go, what to say, what will happen. There's a rule that Junhui can't change the past because it will change the future :') but Junhui wants to :'). Would love to see WonHui investigating another sebong's story, or an exploration of their contrasting attitudes to fate (resigned vs headstrong - roles can be reversed if you want).
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im hormonal don't judge me
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Fluff
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: Tattoo artist/Florist AU - a pure classic. Go as ham as you want with it. I love crying
[FILL] why don't you figure my heart out?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Fluff, general dumbassery, crack, and side GyuHao if you squint hard enough
Permission to remix: Please ask
Full disclosure, I know nothing about flowers or tattoos even...so everything's in general terms but I couldn't pass this prompt up, hehe.
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"You're getting a tattoo."
The way the words come out of Mingyu's mouth makes the whole idea sound even more stupid but Wonwoo has long been desensitized from other people and their disappointments.
Oh wow, dark.
"I am." Wonwoo replies as he begins the slow and careful repotting process of the plants that came in last week, gloved-hands softly sifting through the dirt to make a bed snug enough for his flowers to grow. "Next week."
"And did you realize, at any point, that you never had a tattoo before?"
Mingyu sounds huffy and it's warranted. Wonwoo never told him about his plans and the younger had only known about it, when Mingyu swung by Jun's shop with a tupperware of bread and flour on his nose.
"That's the point of getting one," Wonwoo hums as he squats down and opens a fresh bag of dirt from the floor, "To know what it feels like."
"And you didn't tell me?" Mingyu sounds proper upset now and it tugs something guilty from Wonwoo, enough for him to stop what he was doing and turn around.
Mingyu is predictably sulking by his perch from one of the stray barstools in the back house, arms crossed over his chest and pout clear on his face.
He shouldn't look the part of being a five-year old too much when Mingyu can barely cross his arms together with a chest that big, but he does.
Wonwoo sighs but stands up to unglove his hand and then deliver a swift pinch on Mingyu's cheek.
"Ow!"
"That's for being nosy," Wonwoo tells him, unimpresed as he places the gloves back to the table and proceeds to walk out the door.
"How else was I supposed to know! I had to find out for myself!" Mingyu easily catches up to him with his long legs and youthful exhuberance that Wonwoo can never keep up with, not even in this lifetime. "I looked like a fool in front of Jun-hyung!"
I'm sure you looked fine, Wonwoo thinks off-handedly as they enter the shop, the smell of blooming flowers and earth, and colors bursting at every seam.
"I'm sorry for making you look like a fool." Wonwoo replies, "But I didn't know I had to get your permission to get a tattoo, Mingyu-yah."
Mingyu pouts even deeper.
I'm never gonna win against him, Wonwoo sighs.
"Auntie told me to get you out of trouble and now you're here, fraternising with hooligans." Mingyu huffs, narrowing his eyes at Wonwoo, "What's next, you're gonna start planting special leaves?"
Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
"You hang out in Jun's shop every day, do you think he's a hooligan?" And to bother that other kid you have a crush on, Wonwoo doesn't wisely tack, further.
"No?" Mingyu replies as Wonwoo stares at him, dead-eyed.
"Did I sound like Auntie at least?" Mingyu asks, voice mischevious.
Mingyu really doesn't give a fuck if Wonwoo got tattoos. He'd probably goad him to getting stupid ones, even. But, he scared of Wonwoo's mom and that Wonwoo can understand.
Hell hath no fury like a Christ-devout mother scorned, or whatever the quote says.
"Close enough." Wonwoo agrees and Mingyu's sunny smile is back on his face.
"Can I see the design, though? I at least have to do my part in telling you not to get a tramp stamp, hyung."
Mingyu's head is awfully close enough to hit but Wonwoo resolutely keeps his hands to himself.
He knows Mingyu wouldn't tell his mom but Wonwoo wouldn't want him to start having ideas.
Wonwoo grabs his phone from his pocket and scrolls through his gallery before he finds the drawing that he had been staring at for weeks. He could probably draw the entire thing with his eyes closed with how often he keeps looking at it.
He passes the phone to Mingyu.
Wonwoo watches the younger's face contort into something unreadable before Mingyu bursts out laughing.
Wonwoo should have cuffed him at the back of the head when he had the chance.
"What, it's not a tramp stamp!"
Mingyu's clutching his stomach, doubled over in laughter and Wonwoo wants to throw dirt at him like he's seven and was not yet awarded with maturity and patience.
Mingyu's laughs one more time before he stands back up, looking at Wonwoo with a teasing glint on his eye.
"Oh, hyung. You're more whipped than I thought."
-
Jun's hands are cold, despite the layer of latex gloves separating him from Wonwoo's bare skin and he tries not to shiver.
That or Wonwoo is suddenly feeling cold feet.
"You good?" Jun asks, a charming smile on his face that makes Wonwoo squeak out a tiny yeah, just so Jun keeps smiling at him like that.
Mingyu was right. He was whipped, moreso than he thought.
In Wonwoo's defense, with a face and laughter like Jun, he doubts anyone would stand a chance.
Deliriously, he thinks of sunflowers when Jun starts sanitizing the patch of skin where the tattoo will be.
Always seeking the sun.
"It's gonna sting like a bitch," Jun announces as he sits beside Wonwoo and like this, they're as close as they have ever been from before.
"There's no point in lying." Jun shrugs but at least offers Wonwoo a reassuring smile. "But, I'm good at my job and the design isn't as complicated. So, we'll be done before you know it."
Wonwoo knows Jun is good at his job. Otherwise he wouldn't have gotten one after swearing it off, even when his friends were getting inked left and right through college.
It's not like Wonwoo has anything against them, it just wasn't his cup of tea.
Well, that was until seven months ago when a dimpled boy came crashing through his shop's door with a box of store-brought cookies and an apologetic smile at the tip of his tongue for the disturbance.
Wonwoo was tempted to call the cops when he saw the tattoos and piercings but then he took one look at his face and Wonwoo thought criminals can't be that pretty.
Said literally no one ever.
Jun had introduced himself as the new tennant from the building across and Wonwoo squinted through his glasses to make out the sign that was currently being attached, from the store-front window.
"It's a tattoo shop." Jun had said, scratching the back of his head and it made one of his ear piercings jiggle. "With a few friends."
Wonwoo had nodded, unsure with how to continue with the conversation.
He wasn't like Mingyu who could talk your ear off for hours without getting tired. But Wonwoo didn't want to accidentally insult the new guy with his lack of social skills.
"That's nice," That's a good thing to say, isn't it? "Do neighbors get a discount?"
Wonwoo should never attempt at making jokes, ever again when Jun's face turns complicated for a second.
"Oh...that wasn't me asking for a discount." Wonwoo backtracks, "I don't even have tattoos." He says, a little helpless.
Wonwoo didn't expect for Jun to bark out a laugh, instead.
"Oh no, it's okay." Jun had said and it was the first time Wonwoo had seen that charming smile, "I wouldn't mind giving discounts, especially to the pretty ones."
He tacks on a wink at the end and Wonwoo feels like the morning glories planted behind their childhood house, feels like he just saw the sun for the first time after a long night.
Wonwoo should have know he didn't stand a chance, even then.
When the needles puncture his skin, Wonwoo tries not to scream. Maybe he should have taken Mingyu's offer of holding his hand even if he'd look a bit silly to Jun.
"Sorry," Jun whispers, "Sorry, it'll be over soon."
Wonwoo tries to smile through gritted teeth, refocusing his attention to what Jun is doing, instead.
Jun tattooing had only been a sight Wonwoo had seen in passing, over the course of months he had known him and didn't think much about. Wonwoo didn't make daily trips to his shop (like some people) but he had visited once, to give Jun a welcoming gift after the opening.
Watching Jun tattoo is a different experience in itself.
A series of memories filter through the forefront of Wonwoo's mind, all consisting of Jun in different states—a laughing Jun in a brightly-lit barbecue place challenging an impressionable Chan to a game of how much spicy peppers they can eat (Jun lost and had to take the day off the next day to Minghao's eternal amusement); Jun burning the first batch of bread he ever made in Mingyu's kitchen after store hours, with flour and eggs all over his shirt; Jun sleeping soundly at the couch in Wonwoo's back house after a particularly slow day, dirt caking under his finger nails because he refused to wear gloves despite Wonwoo's insistence; Jun running away from a yelling Minghao after he accidentally mixed the younger's white clothes and his colored ones in the wash; and the latest one: Jun drunk-giggling on Wonwoo's shoulder as he kept Wonwoo's left wrist in a loose hold as the younger tried to get him home after a night out.
(Jun hadn't been able to stop running his mouth, like most times, and that night wasn't an exception. Wonwoo went to sleep with the memory of Jun tracing the inside of Wonwoo's wrist and mumbling how pretty
it would be if he could tattoo Wonwoo there, as they walked home.)
Unlike those memories, the Jun he sees now is laser-focused, quiet and subdued.
His hands are steady on Wonwoo and after a while, the pain melts into a gentle hum in his skin and Wonwoo feels like he's floating.
Jun's hand on his wrist anchors him to reality.
"We're almost done," Jun hums as he checks back on Wonwoo, "You okay?"
"Peachy." Wonwoo croaks out after being quiet for so long, "Is it coming out good?"
Jun smiles at him, impish and bright.
"Just a few more minutes and you're officially devirginized."
Jun's jokes are stupid but it doesn't stop the smile from forming on Wonwoo's lips.
Whipped, Mingyu cackles in glee inside Wonwoo's mind.
Wonwoo cuffs mind-Mingyu in his head.
"Okay." Wonwoo nods and leans back to the chair, feeling a little loopy. "Tell me when it's done."
-
The tattoo comes out pretty.
Scratch that, it's more than what Wonwoo had envisioned for it to be and he can't stop staring at it even when Jun's wrapping the tattoo and telling him aftercare guidelines that just goes over Wonwoo's head.
"You're not even listening are you?" Jun chuckles and Wonwoo gives him a sheepish nod.
"Nah, s'okay. Happens to all the first-timers," Jun smiles and helps Wonwoo off the chair even if Wonwoo probably doesn't need it. "How does it feel to get your first tattoo? Wanna get another one?"
"Maybe next year." Wonwoo replies, emboldened by the experience and it makes something in Jun's eye, twinkle.
"Well, you know where to find me, yeah?" Jun calls over his shoulder as he disposes the gloves and comes back with an after care kit Wonwoo has seen him give his customers, before. "Look out the window and I'm there."
"Yeah, I will." Wonwoo replies, gingerly taking the kit before grabbing his wallet.
Jun's hand stops him.
"No need." Jun tells him, pushing Wonwoo's hand back to his pocket. "On the house."
Wonwoo looks at him, dubious.
"I wonder what Minghao will say, when you're giving out free tattoos to everyone like this."
Jun leans his elbow on the display counter separating them, cheek nestled on the back of his hand.
"I don't do it for everyone," Jun replies, "Just for the pretty ones."
Wonwoo feels loopy for other reasons all together.
"But I—I feel bad for not paying you for your time," Wonwoo stammers, chooses to ignore Jun's words for the time being (and for the sake of his sanity). "Artists should be paid fairly and—"
"How about you pay me with dinner, this Saturday?"
Oh.
"Isn't Soonyoung paying dinner for everyone after losing the bet last week?"
Jun's looking at him with a complicated expression, like he just bit something sour and is pretending it isn't.
"We're not eating with Soonyoung."
"We're not?" Wonwoo asks, confused. "But didn't we plan that before? Should I tell Soonyoung then—"
Jun still smiling at him but Wonwoo doubts that he's amused.
"Won, just me and you."
Ohhhhh.
"Really?"
Jun reaches over to ruffle Wonwoo's head and it should be a little insulting, considering they're the same age but Wonwoo just feels the tips of his ears warm.
"Dress up nicely, yeah?" Jun tells him, "I'll pick you up at seven."
-
"I'm docking that out of your salary." Comes Minghao's unamused voice from the back room as he carries a box of inks.
"Not when I'm the CEO!" Jun crows as he bounds from his place to stand beside Minghao, who's busy arranging his station for the next customer.
"CEO my ass," Minghao says, scathing. "You always fall for the prettiest ones, don't you?"
Jun pouts but doesn't deny it.
Minghao pushes a roll of tissue to his direction, without a word.
"And just your luck it had to be flower boy over there, when you have allergies."
Jun through watery eyes simply grins as he looks back at the print-out of Wonwoo's tattoo that's still sitting on his desk.
A half-moon, made out of sunflowers.
"I think it'll be worth the doctor's appointment, Hao-Hao."
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I hope this is to your liking! Thank you for the prompt ♡
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