"Lee Jihoon, will you marry me?"
"Kwon fucking Soonyoung, are you trying to get both of us another detention?"
A SEVENTEEN fanfic centering SOONHOON with lots of other ships....😚
But in the end it's SEVENTEEN
Highest Rank
•10th in #soonhoon on 240...
A/n: I don't own the fanart. Btw, Meanie fanarts are so cute. I had a hard time choosing it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Mingyu and Wonwoo were at the orphanage where Mingyu volunteered weekly, in keeping with a meaningful tradition the Kims held dear. Wonwoo decided to tag along this time, not only to support Mingyu in his charitable efforts but also because they had planned a much-anticipated dinner date afterward. As Wonwoo captivated the children by reading a colorful children's book aloud, his animated voice filling the room with excitement and wonder, Mingyu's attention was drawn away. He noticed a small boy sitting quietly in a corner, absorbed in flipping through the pages of a drawing book, seemingly lost in his own world amidst the vibrant gatherings.
This little boy was new to the orphanage, having arrived shortly after his parents tragically died in a car accident a few months prior. The boy was originally from Japan, and he had moved to Korea with his parents two years ago when he was just five. Although his extended family in Japan wanted to take him in, legal complications had delayed the process, leaving the orphanage in temporary custody. Despite the language barrier and cultural differences, the orphanage staff and other children tried to make him feel welcome. He often sat by the window, gazing at the playground below, quietly clutching a small stuffed animal that had once belonged to his parents-a comforting relic from his happier days. Every now and then, he would whisper words in Japanese, as if calling out to his family, hoping to bridge the distance and the grief that weighed heavily on his young heart.
The boy was withdrawn, rarely speaking, which made it difficult for the caretakers to connect with him.Mingyu, one of the more compassionate caretakers, had made several attempts to engage him in conversation, offering him treats or fancy little toys in hopes of eliciting a smile or a laugh, but the boy only responded with a few hesitant words. Even the elderly caretaker who ran the orphanage, known for her nurturing and warmth, had tried to reach out to him but without much success. The situation tugged deeply at Mingyu's heart, making him even more determined to find a way to bring some light into the boy's life. Mingyu couldn't bear to see a child so young and already burdened by immense sorrow, and he resolved to help him find a glimmer of happiness, no matter how long it took.
"Don't worry, Haruto will be talking to everyone soon," Wonwoo reassured, his voice calm as he tried to ease his boyfriend's anxiety, rubbing his palm over the taller's back in a soothing manner. Mingyu got startled by the sudden deep voice behind him but soon relaxed upon recognizing the familiar tone that brought him comfort. "How are you so sure?" Mingyu asked, turning to face his boyfriend with a mixture of curiosity and lingering worry, before pulling him close by his waist for a sense of security. "I just know," Wonwoo replied confidently, a reassuring smile on his lips as he lazily draped both of his hands around the taller boy's neck, drawing him in closer in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of their trust and affection for each other.
"It's an orphanage, and you both know that, right?" a little girl's voice suddenly cut through their romantic moment, causing them both to flinch away from each other. The girl, with her dark, curly hair and sparkling eyes, looked at them as a mischievous smile played on her lips, her arms crossed over her chest in playful authority. "We do remember, Yuna. It's just...," Wonwoo trailed off, his words stumbling as he searched for the right explanation under the girl's playful scrutinizing gaze. She simply raised one eyebrow, the smirk still firmly in place, clearly enjoying having the upper hand and relishing in the moment. Her precocious confidence made it hard for him to muster a convincing excuse, leaving the air thick with the unspoken truth of their surroundings.
