((screenshot by me, taken from seventeen's recent LieV, and music for ambience))
* you've grown up with a very interesting soulmate bond
* most of the time, when you slept at night, you found yourself in a fairly nondescript field with a boy a little older than you
* he could never tell you his name, and neither could you
* when you tried you went into a coughing fit or said something utterly embarrassing instead
* then he stopped appearing when he was about seventeen
* you were pretty sad actually
* then one day you fell asleep during the day and there he was
* you almost cried
* your boy tried to explain what had happened but he started coughing wildly, prompting you to rush to him and help him stay standing
* he managed to choke out the words "time zones" before resuming hacking out his lungs
* you rubbed his back in what you hoped was a comforting way and murmured that it was all right
* so it kept going until he was about twenty-one, maybe older, maybe younger
* you met only every so often when you or he found the time to steal a few minutes of sleep or when your sleep schedules overlapped
* but he got handsomer and handsomer as time passed
* he dyed his hair several times, from its natural black to brown to dark orange to a lighter brown to a sort of pinkish orange colour and so on, even going purple at one point
* and right now it was a lovely shade of pale pink
* and you got to know him better
* he was a beautiful kind and loving soul
* but also extremely embarrassing
* he made bad jokes in English and Korean alike
* taught you Korean so you could understand the language he spoke at home
* he often spoke fondly of a group of friends, particularly of two his age
* he tried to get their names out but that didn't work
* he sang for you occasionally, lamenting the fact that he didn't have a guitar
* he showed you his calloused fingers, explaining how much playing guitar could hurt in the beginning
* sometimes when he sang, he tried to tell you who wrote the song only for his voice to die in his throat
* after one such incident, he sighed, sitting down defeatedly and hooking his elbows over his knees
* you sat next to him, touching his shoulder gently
* "are you okay?" you murmured
* he looked up, his whole face set in an upset expression
* "I really... really want to meet you, you know?" he sighed. "I don't know how to help you find me, though."
* you leaned your head on his shoulder
* "why can't you find me?"
* he leaned his head against yours with a long sigh
* "I really wish I could, I do, but my work is..." He cut off in a painful-sounding cough, letting out a noise of discontent at the universe's continued jerkishness
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Seventeen Preferences & Scenarios
FanfictionSAY THE NAME, SEVENTEEN! In this book you will find: cute scenarios and preferences of you, the reader, with the beautiful boys of Seventeen! They will be almost entirely fluff, with perhaps a few sad things here and there, but I have the hard and f...
