You & Minghao aren’t soulmates.

Your name isn’t etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart.

And his name isn’t on your body, it isn’t etched onto you, carved into you – a tight pressure grows in his chest, he swallows the sea and the saltwater drowns his lungs.

Hearts are about to burst for love.

—

It’s raining.

You grip onto a very red umbrella.

Warmth then, spreads across his chest – setting ablaze, a searing ache grows in the depth of his chest, beneath his bones. Sinks into his gut, burning. He watches, he lingers, in the backdrop of your life.

You grip onto a very red umbrella, and feel the burning gaze on the back of your head – you know what it feels like to be seen, and it only makes you sink into a throb.

It’s raining, and you don’t like Minghao but you know he likes you.

It rains and you grip a very red umbrella.

—

“Can you move already?”

You mutter, pushing past him. Brushing against him, warm skin against his – his heart pounds, and yours is heavy in your chest.

“Sorry…”

He says the moment you’re gone, stares at the space you once took up – he watches, he lingers.

(A tight pressures grows in his chest, the sea swallows his lungs, salt sticks to his insides – you becomes oxygen for Minghao, but you don’t like him very much.)

—

Your cheeks are red. A discoloration, rubbed raw from the paw of your woollen sweater. Your eyes are dazed, stuck on Jeonghan.

Minghao watching, lingering – there’s burning, there is salt overflowing in his lungs. Tipping over.

Jeonghan’s thumb strokes your brow, his fingertips soft against your skin. Your hand lifts, fingers curl around his wrist; a hard-edged look settles on your face but your eyes tell a different story; the look you give him is tender, pained – a look that says you will never be theirs. Not Jeonghan’s. Not Minghao –

And Minghao is watching until your gaze finds his, he breathes and at the same time he doesn’t – your face shifts, mouth twitches.

It feels like an ache, a bruise brushed. He sees you take a deep breath, chest lifting; it makes his ribs hurt.

You lift your chin, fingers uncurling.

Your gaze stays on Minghao, and for once, Minghao is seen.

(You push Jeonghan away. Jeonghan smiles. A knowing one.)

—

He hears a conversation he shouldn’t have.

(“Do you have a soulmate?” Low, whispered. Jeonghan has you cornered, hidden on the corner of an emptied street, beneath a street lamp.

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s true then,”

The rumors reach you slow, soft.

“What is?”

Jeonghan is holding you then, arms around your neck. “You don’t have a soulmate.”

You’re quiet. Deafening, a low ring in his ears.

“It doesn’t matter…”

Jeonghan is more than a friend to you, he knows you better than anyone – “Me too. Me too.”)

The rumors started when a man asks for you name. Hopeful, – pitiful. Breathes air like it hurts, looks at you like you have stars in your hair.

“I–, it’s (name)…”

You look pained. And the man isn’t hopeful anymore – instead he smiles, tells you his name. Asks for your time, a coffee. And so more more that remains hidden beneath his voice.

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t… I don’t like the idea of dating.” But something is missing, there is more.

You don’t like the idea of not having a soulmate.

And then you are gone. Gathered your belongings in your arms, leaving. As if you were never there, like you never existed.

Jeonghan follows.

—

It’s raining.

But you stay.

Minghao watches, Minghao lingers.

Watches you until he can’t breathe, the air winds out of him. Stutters out, before he speaks. Quietly, “You hate me.”

And there is no longer silence, just static in his ears. It’s unspoken, a wordless secret. Brings heat to his heart, he remembers the name on his skin – remembers you aren’t like most people.

“I… I, I don’t… Hateyou.”

Well-worn hate on your face fades; something sadder breaks to the surface of it.

The words burn his throat.

“I want you.”

Your voice is small, “Wha– what?”

The words pour out. “You heard me…” Bites back, Minghao looks at you silently. He won’t beg, he will let you slip through his fingers. His eyes blur, the first tear slips down his cheek.

“Please. You’re all I want.”

“Minghao…”

You’ve said his name before. Yet this is different. Heavier, without the hate.

You watch each other. Eyes on his. His eyes on yours.

He takes a deep shuddering breath. Breathes in until his lungs ache. Tries to smile. It feels broken, it is.

He doesn’t watch anymore. Doesn’t linger.

“Minghao, I’m sorry. I… Wait.”

Takes a half a heartbeat before he’s gone.

—

He meets his soulmate.

It doesn’t feel like it should.

The name etched onto his body, carved into his heart, feels like a word more than a name.

Their eyes meet. Minghao knows.

They tell him their name, bright-eyed. Hopeful, happy.

Minghao braces himself. He knows what to say, knew from the moment he laid eyes on you.

The bright-eyed stare turns to anger.

They tell him, but we’re meant for each other, this isn’t supposed to happen, we’re soulmates.

They don’t want to meet again. Minghao thinks it’s for the best.

—

With an ache in his chest.

Watches you again, tries to catch your eyes. In waiting, he lingers.

Watches you lean close to Jeonghan, watches his hand on your arm, knead through the layers. Your eyes dampen, you pretend Minghao isn’t there.

Minghao learns to watches you both.

Realizes you and Jeonghan are made for each other.

Fitting together like puzzle pieces – watches you both, lingers behind you both.

(Yet, he doesn’t see the way you pull away from Jeonghan, just to stand a little closer to Minghao. Doesn’t see your face heat up when his eyes leave –)

—

“It’s easy to hate you.”

Minghao half-turns. Finds you.

Fingers curled together, wrapped around the handle of your very red umbrella. Bone-white, beneath the sleeve of your coat.

Your eyes are damp. Jeonghan comes, hand touches your shoulder.

“See you later, and you too, Minghao!”

He watches, he lingers.

Watches Jeonghan leave, gaze hardening at your blank stare, he whispers something. Low, beneath his breath, breathes it into your hair. Then gone, out of the staff room.

(“It’ll be okay.”)

“Is it alright if I walk you home?”

He bites down on his lip.

Eyes on your face. Flickering.

Your face sets aflame, a flash turning your eyes to hesitation. Hooking his, seeing him.

“Or– or not, it’s okay, I–”

“Okay.”

He sees you smile for the first time. Soft on your cheeks, dusted with a heat.

Your soul pulls his in.

—

You walk beneath a very red umbrella.

Pressed close. Closer than ever. Beneath an umbrella, under rainfall. Your fingers curled around the handle, both holding on tight.

Minghao stares at you, through lashes. From the corner of his eye.

Realizes he’s always watching you.

“I don’t know much about you,”

You say, a low whisper, for him to hear only.

“You don’t like me that much.”

Your brows furrow, tight-lipped, you tell him again, “It’s easy to hate you.”

It makes him laugh, hollowed out. From his chest, high-pitched and kind of shy. You look at him, cheeks heating, smiling.

(You press more firmly against him, unknowing. Subconsciously. His heart beside yours, a hundred aches in both of them – choosing, a slow truth beneath a red umbrella).

“Well… Tell me something, something that will make me like you!”

Your soul pulls his.

He tells you everything about himself.

—

“Minghao?” Soft, a breath.

He hums, looks to you.

“Can we do… Can we do this again?”

His chest spreads fire across. Heart drums, “Yes.”

—

You walk him home every other day, sometimes with a red umbrella and sometimes not.

You stand close, and your heart is so full – Minghao watches, a lingering stare. His heart is overflowing.

(You stay close, and he wonders if the name on his chest could change to yours).

—

He walks you home this time.

Maybe once, maybe more times than he can count.

Kisses you, and you melt together. Mouths melting together like hot honey, oozing slow, hot and heavy down your throats. Your hearts pulled together, the same way yours hands knot, fingers tightening. Pressing into your knuckles, bone-white and fitting together like pieces to a puzzle.

When you pull away, Minghao’s breath brushes over your cheeks. Forehead rolling to the side of your head, on your temple. Kisses your cheek, quick. Fleeting.

“I’m scared,” You say through teeth.

He doesn’t realize you’re upset, not until you look at him through glossed eyes.

Minghao presses more into you. Hands leaving yours, ground gently into your cheeks, “I choose you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and stutters out. Nodding against his forehead when you place your hands over his, fingertips soft, smoothing over the joints in his.

“I’ll always choose you.”

Your hearts stay together. He hopes forever.

—

The name etched onto his body, carved into his skin – atop his breastbone, above his heart fades. Seeps into his skin, until it’s gone.

He pretends your name was always there, pretends it is there.

(It is, carved into his heart, searing, a burning that lasts forever).

I care more about wanting to respect other cultures than an idol’s temporary discomfort.

I’ve finally finished it lmao. It only took forever but I’m finally feeling productive so hopefully I’ll be able to push out a few more things soon (no promises but we’ll see)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:It gets kinda angsty with Seungcheol thinking he’s weird for liking both of you at the same time but there’s a happy ending

Sensitive Pup pt. 3

Ever since that fateful night with you and your lovely boyfriend, Seungcheol’s brain had been buzzing with thoughts. Thoughts that had left his heart in the pit of his stomach as well as a headache crashing through his skull. Everyone had noticed their leader’s distress as he fell victim to his own insecurities, but no one knew what to do about it. Everytime they asked he would wave them off, claiming he just hadn’t been sleeping well. Since the boys couldn’t figure out what the issue was, they turned to the one thing that always lifted his spirits- you.

     You had been pretty confident in your ability to get the truth out of him since he had always been closest to you, aside from Mingyu of course, but one step into his studio told you it wouldn’t be that simple. His head snapped over to you as soon as you entered the room, and a sudden tension smothering the both of you in the small space. You sent him an awkward smile.

     "Uh- hey! The boys were telling me how worried they were about you; I just wanted to make sure you were alright.“ 

     "O-oh, uh- sorry to bother you I guess. No need to worry though, everything’s fine here.” He said with an obviously forced smile. You raised a brow as he seemed to shrink into his chair, knuckles white from his death grip on the armrests and his shoulders almost up to his ears as he refused to make eye contact with you.

     "You sure? You seem a little… tense. You’re not sick are you?“ You asked, stepping closer to him to rest the back of your hand on his forehead. The feeling of your soft skin against his made his heart do somersaults as he fought to keep all his blood from rushing up to his face. He hurriedly grabbed your wrist to push it back to your side.

     "No no no I-I’m fine really, just a little tired. Now if you’ll excuse me I have- uh- work to do. Yes! Very important work so- uh- I-I’ll see you later.” He didn’t give you any time to respond before lightly pushing you out the door, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by his actions. Were you the reason he was acting so weird? Your heart sank at the thought, trying to think of anything that you had done to warrant this behavior from him as you trudged down the hall. 

     Seungcheol, on the other hand, was still standing at the door he had just pushed you out of, heart lodged in his throat as he pressed his forehead to the smooth wood in front of him. He pushed a shaky sigh past his lips to stop the tears that had built up from falling down his face. Why her? He thought. Why now? Another deep sigh fell from his lips as he sat down in his computer chair. Why do feelings have to be so difficult?

❤

     It had been three days since you had checked in on Seungcheol, and according to the rest of the boys he had more or less returned to his old self. He would still catch himself drifting to thoughts of you and that night but had ultimately decided that his new plan would be better for the both of you. Sure, one might say that ignoring someone that had been your best friend for years because of a silly little crush is childish, but at the moment he could think of no other option. To him, the plan was foolproof- he’d ignore you until these feelings went away and then you could go back to how it used to be. 

     He was currently in the practice room with the rest of his members, taking a water break after about an hour or so of practice. Woozi had sat himself next to him, talking about anything and everything as they both caught their breath. Eventually Jeonghan and Wonwoo also joined in the conversation, quickly shifting it to revolve around their eldest member.

     "Yeah, what was up with you? You barely paid attention to us and just sulked everywhere you went.“ Seungcheol nervously shifted in his spot at Woozi’s question, letting out a small chuckle to ease his nerves.

     "Don’t worry about it.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a groan at the answer that the leader had repeated probably a million times by now. Seungcheol only sighed in response. “Look, I was having a little personal issue but I’m taking care of it now. Trust me, everything’s fine.” Wonwoo just shrugged as he took another sip of his water.

     "Whatever you say…" 

     Seungcheol’s attention was suddenly on the other side of the room as the sound of laughter echoed off the walls. All the younger members were on the opposite side of the room laughing hysterically as Hoshi did an over dramatic reenactment of the dance they were learning, making him chuckle as well. Their laughter was boisterous and could probably be heard three rooms down, but one laugh in particular rang in his ears the loudest. His eyes drifted over to Mingyu, who was laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach and tears collecting in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. 

     Seungcheol let out a sigh as he looked at him, a smile unconsciously stretching across his face. The younger suddenly opened his eyes, coming down from his laughing fit and locked eyes with him, a smile lighting up his own face as he jumped to his feet. He excitedly joined Hoshi to reenact it for the members who had missed it. How cute. The leader thought to himself. His heart skipped a beat as he focused on the younger’s smile that brought energy to everyone in the room. Seungcheol froze, smile falling from his face as he finally processed that his heart had skipped a beat.

     Uh-oh.

❤

     If you weren’t worried before, you definitely were now. It only took a day or two for Seungcheol to go back to locking himself in his office and shrugging off everyone’s concerns. The only difference was that this time he refused to even look in yours or Mingyu’s direction, and would even deliberately avoid you by walking in the opposite direction as soon as he saw either of you coming. For you, that had been the last straw. Seungcheol could avoid you for whatever reason he wanted, but the devastated look on your boyfriend’s face when he realized that his hyung had been avoiding him made your heart shatter in a million pieces. To stop this childish behavior, you had rounded up the boys and concocted a little plan. 

     Their laughter rang through the hallway as they returned from practice, on their way to the car to start heading home after a long day of work. As they reached the vehicle, however, the youngest suddenly got a look of panic on his face as he patted himself down.

     "Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.“ Dino exclaimed. The others turned to him with confused expressions.

     "What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked.

     "I think I left my phone in the practice room.“ The pout that took over his face made the others laugh. "Hyuuuuung, could you go and grab it for me?” Seungcheol raised a brow at his younger member as he gave him his best puppy dog eyes while tugging on his sleeve.

     "Why can’t you go get it yourself?“

     "Because I need to talk to him about something! It’s really really important.” Jeonghan interjected, pulling Dino into the car seat beside him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he realized there was no winning this argument before turning back to the building.

     The leader grumbled to himself as he entered the empty room, wanting to just grab the phone and get home as soon as possible. He scratched his head after a quick scan of the room. It wouldn’t be that hard to find; it’s not like there were many hiding places here. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him, head snapping up to look at the wall of mirrors in front of him. You could see the blood drain from his face as he locked eyes with you through the mirror.

     "I think you have a bit of explaining to do.“ You said with a glare, leaning against his only escape. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he struggled to find the words to say. A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes softened. "Look, I’m not really that angry with you Seungcheol, I just wanna know what’s going on. Everybody’s worried about you.” The man in front of you winced. You hadn’t used his full name in so long it sounded wrong coming from your lips- with you he was always Cheolie. I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? 

     "I- I can’t- you wouldn’t-“ as he tried to find the words to explain himself, he could feel his throat tighten and the tears start to build. You noticed how his eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as he wrapped his arms around himself, almost like he was trying to make himself smaller.

     "Just talk to me. I promise you, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make me think any less of you.” You were directly in front of him now, hands softly rubbing up and down his arms in a soothing motion. Suddenly the floodgates opened. A loud sob ripped from his throat as he seemed to crumble in your hold, his nails digging into his own skin to prevent himself from latching onto you as the reality of the situation hit him full force.

     Therewas no winning for him. He could either tell you how he truly felt, the thoughts of you and your boyfriend that had been keeping him awake at night and get rejected, ruining his friendship with you forever, or he could refuse to tell you and start avoiding you again, ruining your friendship forever. He hadn’t even realized the both of you were now on the floor, your hand rubbing circles on his back as he caved in on himself. The sight was truly heartbreaking. You wanted nothing more than to hug him and let him cry into your shoulder, but the death grip he had on his own arms told you that that’s not what he needed right now.

     The both of you stayed like that for a while as you waited for him to calm down. When his breathing finally leveled and his sobs turned to occasional hiccups, you moved to sit directly in front of him. You gently caressed his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks while he unconsciously nuzzled into your palm. Keeping his eyes closed, in fear he would lose all confidence the second he looked at you, he took a deep breath. 

     "I- I just- god (Y/N), I’m in love with you. At first I thought it was just some stupid little crush that would go away if I avoided you for long enough, but no matter how far away from you I am, I can’t stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep you’re the first thing I think about. A-and I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way cause you and Mingyu are already together but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just you.“ Another sob wracked his body as he curled in on himself even more. "I-I haven’t been able to sleep or eat o-or do anything without thinking of the two of you. You just- you look so happy together and I don’t want to ruin that with my stupid feelings; I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”

     You hurriedly wrapped your arms around him as he lost himself in a mantra of “sorry”’s, letting him cry into your shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. You gently combed your hand through his hair as his nails dug into your back. His body was pressed impossibly close to yours as he tried to return to a normal breathing pattern. Once he had finally been able to do so, you softly pushed him back by the shoulders so you could look him in the eyes. A small sniffle escaped him as you delicately cupped his face in your hands.

     "Seungcheol, honey, look at me.“ You gave him a minute to fully collect his thoughts before he opened his eyes to lock with yours. The soft and caring look you gave him almost sent him into another crying fit; thankfully he didn’t have the energy for that right now. "There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me, okay? There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel- there are plenty of people that feel the exact same way. I mean come on, there are so many beautiful people on the planet, do you really think everybody is only attracted to one?” He let out a small chuckle, looking down to the floor as he wiped a few of the tears from his face.

     "Heh, yeah I suppose you’re right.“ 

     "Hey,” you said, lifting his chin so he locked eyes with you again, “I’m glad you told me. Even if I did have to force it out of you.” You both laughed at your comment before a brief silence passed. Seungcheol silently opened his arms and you immediately dove into his arms with a smile. 

     "…thanks for not freaking out.“ You nuzzled up into his cheek that he rested against your head. 

     "No problem. Just- don’t keep things like this from me again, alright?” Seungcheol hugged you tighter. 

     "I won’t, I promise.“

     The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, melting in the comfort of the other’s embrace before you pulled away as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You let out a small laugh at the notification.

Puppy

Is everything alright in there??

Puppy

I don’t wanna be rude but it’s not getting any warmer out here >:(

     "Cheolie, is it alright with you if I give Mingyu a quick rundown of the situation before coming back in with him so you can talk things out with him?” A smile bloomed on his tear stained face at the familiar nickname. 

     "Yeah yeah that’s- wait, is he outside right now?“

     "Yeah, he said he wanted to be able to talk with you without the others around so you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable so he just waited outside in my car. Which apparently isn’t good enough for him cause he’s complaining about it being cold.” You said with another giggle. “Alright, I’ll be back in just a moment.” With a quick pat on his knee you jumped up and jogged out the door, letting the wide smile you had been bottling up spread across your face. You had a small spring in your step as your brain ran wild with all the possible outcomes of Seungcheol’s confession. 

     Ever since Seungcheol started avoiding you (and long before that if you were being honest with yourself), you had started to rethink your feelings for the charming man. You had always found him attractive and couldn’t deny that the way he laughed made your heart flutter the tiniest bit but after Mingyu had confessed you had assumed those feelings would go away. Surprise surprise, they didn’t. When you had finally decided to bring it up to Mingyu a few days after the night you three had spent together, you were relieved to discover that he felt the same way. It had been a little awkward for a while but a quick google search let you know that you weren’t alone in these feelings. After sharing this information with your boyfriend you talked about what this could mean for your relationship, both of you coming to the conclusion that it was at least worth asking the other man to join you guys as a throuple. Of course right after this discovery was when Seungcheol started to ignore you. Hopefully now that you’d settled that issue you’d be able to bring it up.

    Mingyu saw the dopey smile on your face as you approached the car, giggling at the way you skipped to your side. The joyful sound was muffled as you pressed your lips to his the second you could reach them. A small giggle left your lips as you pulled away, seeing that your boyfriend now mirrored your expression.

     "What’s got you in such a good mood, what’d he say?“ You couldn’t help the squeal you let out as you excitedly tapped on Mingyu’s leg with both your hands in a drumroll type motion. You took a deep breath in to calm yourself down before telling him.

     "Okay okay so- long story short, he likes us! Both of us! ROMANTICALLY!” Mingyu’s jaw fell open as his eyes opened comically wide. 

     "NO WAY!“

     "YES WAY! He said that he was just confused about his feelings and didn’t know what to do so he started avoiding us!” Mingyu went slack in his seat, an overjoyed expression slowly taking over his dumbfounded one. Caught up in his emotions, all your giant puppy of a boyfriend could do was pepper your face with a million kisses. When the two of you finally calmed down, you looked each other in the eyes with so much love it would give any onlooker cavities. 

     "Are we really about to do this?“ You were almost certain that your face was gonna be sore tomorrow from how much you were smiling. 

     "I think we are.” You shared one last kiss before jogging walking to the practice room where Seungcheol was waiting.

     The longer you took, the more anxious Seungcheol grew. What if Mingyu wasn’t as accepting of these feelings? What if he starts to think Seungcheol will try to steal his girlfriend and start shielding him from you? The longer the leader sat in the quiet room with nothing but his thoughts, the more he started to regret telling you. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of the door practically flying off its hinges with how forcefully it was pushed open.

     "Sorry! Sorry I- I didn’t realize how hard I pushed it, heh.“ Seungcheol stared wide eyed at Mingyu as the boy sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, from the loud noise or the younger boy’s cuteness he couldn’t tell. After a few seconds of silence, Mingyu cleared his throat. "Sooo… is it true then? You like both of us?” Seungcheol tensed as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room.

     "Uh- y-yeah. That’s not too weird, is it? I don’t want things to get awkward because of this. I just-“ he took a deep breath, "I just want things to go back to normal now that I’ve gotten this off my chest.” There was a moment of silence.

     "…what if I don’t want it to go back to normal?“ Seungcheol was sure that his heart stopped at the younger’s confession, every worst possible scenario flooding his mind. He snapped his head up to see that Mingyu had seated himself directly in front of him while you were leaning on the door frame, a soft smile on both of your faces.

     "W-what?" 

     "Well~, we’ve been talking about this for a while now,” you started, pushing yourself from the doorframe to walk to where the boys were sitting, “and we were wondering, if you’re okay with it, if you would like to join our relationship. As our boyfriend.” Seungcheol sat there for a few seconds, eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he processed your words. Suddenly a small, sad excuse for a laugh broke the silence.

     "You guys don’t have to do all this just to make me feel better. Seriously, I-I’ll be fine.“ You and Mingyu shared a look before he leaned closer, gently cupping the older boy’s face in his hands. 

     "Seungcheol, we’re serious. I really like you- we really like you, and we want you to be with us. You don’t have to right now if you still need time to sort through and understand your feelings, but we’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” Seeing the overflowing amount of love in the younger’s expression made tears well up in his eyes again. A small sob left him before almost tackling the boy in front of him, grabbing his face and kissing him as hard as he could. You laughed at Mingyu’s wide-eyed expression before he calmed down and started to return his kiss. They both had to catch their breath when they pulled apart, resting against each other’s foreheads as Mingyu laced his fingers with Seungcheol’s.

     "Soooo, I’m guessing that’s a yes?“ The leader chuckled, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He was barely able to mutter a small "yes” before you tackled him in a kiss. A waterfall of giggles left him as you pulled him up so he was sitting in between you and Mingyu so the both of you could pepper his face in kisses. This had not been the outcome he had been expecting but he couldn’t be happier as he was showered with all the love he deserved from both of his partners.

pairing: svt x reader, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive

: a quick kiss on the lips as he leaves the house, that usually lasts longer than intended…. And then maybe one more (ends up on a full make out session, cheol is late).

: a sweet kiss on the cheek after he just knows his teased you a little too much, always letting you know you by that it’s just a playful bander and that it doesn’t mean anything, laughing sweetly as he sees you lose your words every time (he’s a simp).

: a playful kiss just under your jaw because he perfectly knows it’s your weak spot and he enjoys seeing the effect he has on you (such a fake saint).

: a kiss on top of your head as he comforts you, rubbing your back, saying sweet words with a smile and then as you smile, a bonus kiss on your cheek as well.

: a big, exaggerated kiss on your temple to great you after seeing you after a long time, and some more loud smooches afterwards. The sound may be loud but you are giggling at how affectionate he is with you.

: a comforting kiss on the back of your hand while he’s holding it with his own, warmth and comfort spreading in your body and a warm smile on your face, as you look him, while he chuckles and leans his head on your shoulder.

: a light kiss on your shoulder as he stands up from the bed to go wash and start his day. The kiss is sweet and intimate, and you can’t help but start smiling in your sleep.

: a kiss fight where you kiss each other noses and then giggle afterwards like little kids and the loser becomes the small spoon (cause you both are babies).

: a kiss under your ear, as he wraps his arms around your waist, caressing your sides and pushing you back, towards his body. (expect hickeys afterwards in that spot cause he doesn’t want to let go).

: a tender kiss on your forehead after he pushes your hair behind ear, sweet glances and tight hugs, not wanting to let go.

: a chase kiss on the cheek while he finds something you do cute and someone he ends up kissing your cheek. Understands what he did right afterwards and because very shy.

: an awkward kiss, where he misses your lips during your first kiss and instead kisses the corner of them, throws you an awkward thumbs up and dashes away.

: a kiss on lips, as his members look away, not wanting to get teased, but still having fun with doing stuff like that out there. (I bet minghao actually noticed it).

a/n: hello everyone!! really had fun with this, I would be really happy of you send me reaction requests and drabble requests! Thank you!!

Proud (k.sy)

genre: fluffy + some angst

pairing: Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung) x gn!reader

word count: ~980

summary: comfort and confrontation

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Soonyoung snuggled closer to you, his head laying on your stomach as your fingers softly threaded through his silver locks, his light snores signaling that he had fallen asleep. You looked down at your boyfriend, a smile gracing your features, your heart drumming in your chest. He still managed to make your heart race despite the years you spent together.  

You continued to comb through his hair, thinking how peaceful he looked at this moment. Soonyoung had been busy with promotions for the comeback and his solo that the two of you rarely had time together. You let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy.

You grew to love Soonyoung. From his hardworking demeanor to accepting his stubbornness when insisting that he had to work harder. As much as you admired him for being able to take on so much and to come successful, you couldn’t help but worry about him from time to time.

Like Jihoon, he would push himself to give his all in everything that he did Soonyoung would continue fighting and struggling to get the best results out of the fear of failure; it’s this similarity that makes them so alike.

You shuddered at the thought of the small arguments the two of you had when he would push himself too hard. 

You would apologize not that long after, nonetheless. It wasn’t in your intention to stress Soonyoung more than he already was, and he knew that you were doing this because you were worried about his state. It brought the two of you to now, him relaxing in your arms. 

You lovingly stared at Soonyoung as you gently traced your fingers down his jaw.

You loved him so much. 

It wasn’t fair that he pushed himself so hard like this. You didn’t want him to burn out or to hurt himself in the process of doing something he loved. Even if it proved difficult to convince him to take a nap or even snuggle, it still scared you that he would continue pushing himself to his limit. 

You understood that he knew what he was doing and loved every second dancing, finding every second as an opportunity to improve. Yet Soonyoung tended to punish himself when things wouldn’t work out. Whether it be overtime in the studio or even in the gym, you would find him pushing himself until he couldn’t go anymore. 

You remembered opening the gym doors to drag Soonyoung home when he suddenly fell from the pull-up bar. You were about to run to him when he slowly pushed himself up, arms trembling from exhaustion, before punching the ground in frustration. You froze, watching his shoulders shake from where you were standing, his quiet sobs hurting you more than you could ever imagine. You remembered how painful it felt to see him in that state, and it didn’t take you that long to rush to his side to wipe away his tears and to take his sweaty body into your arms. 

Soonyoung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up to the sound of your sniffling. It took him a few moments to process what was happening before pulling himself up to embrace you, your fingers gently clawing at the sweater he was wearing.

“What happened baby?” he whispered while stroking the back of your head, his voice a bit raspy from waking up. 

“I love you so much, you know that right?” you sniffled into his clothes. Even if it was unclear, he was still able to hear you, a smug grin creeping its way onto his face. Soonyoung giggled at you, pulling you from his tear-stained sweater to wipe your eyes. 

“You’re crying because you love me?” he teased, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks together; he found you adorable, his grin widening as he saw you pout in his hands.

“Yes, I am,” you pouted, your eyes sore from the tears. You pounced on Soonyoung, knocking him onto his back, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his arms snaking around your waist to keep you in place. The two of you relaxed against each other, allowing the peaceful silence to take over. 

“Please take care of yourself Soonyoung,” you mumbled into his neck, knowing he could hear you. 

Soonyoung sighed before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair, “I’m sorry Y/n,” he kissed the crown of your head, “I’ll try better for you.” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, pushing yourself up to kiss him. Soonyoung kissed back, his hand holding your cheek in place as your lips gently pressed against each other. When you pulled away, you nudged your forehead with his.

You gazed into his eyes, feeling heart race once more, “You are better, Tiger. You are enough,” Soonyoung’s breath got caught in his throat, “You’re enough for me, Soonyoung, and that’s more than I can ask for.” 

The two of you sat up again, “I love you so much, Soonyoung,” you caressed his cheek, “you’re everything that I could ask. I’m so proud of you baby,” You wiped the tears falling down his face.

“Your work isn’t going unnoticed, baby, and you’re working so hard. I’m in awe whenever I see you. You’re so bright and burning with creativity and passion,” you wiped another tear before cupping his face so his eyes would meet yours, “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself when things don’t go your way.” Soonyoung buried his face in your chest, his short hiccups muffled by your shirt. 

“Everything will work itself out Soonie, you’ve gotten so far and worked too hard for it to not to.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” you whispered to him, Soonyoung’s arms tightening around your waist, “I’m so proud.”

MASTERLIST

Leaning back in his chair Jeonghan’s fingers carded through his hair before eyeing the letter addressed to you laid. 

It mocked him, that folded paper held his innermost feelings that he was never able to tell you. Jeonghan groaned and threw his arms upwards, shaking his fist to the sky, cursing his heart for betraying him. Returning to an upright position, he contemplated whether confessing was worth it or not. His eyes traveled back to the letter. Jeonghan clicked his tongue in annoyance before standing up and swiping the letter and jacket, heading out the door to your apartment.

His face was a fiery red as he made his way to the apartment, the letter slowly getting crumpled in his nervous (and slightly sweaty) palms.

The usually confident and nonchalant Jeonghan was undoubtedly smitten. 

Falling (h.js)

~a mini blurb for Joshua~

song used: Regent’s Park by Bruno Major

MASTERLIST

Joshua gently placed your hand in his as the other sat at the small of your back. It was a standard slow dance position, his eyes twinkling down at yours as the two of you started swaying to Bruno Major’s Reagent’s Park. The soft reverb of the song allowed the two of you to get lost in each other’s eyes, something that rarely happened because of your clashing schedules, but the two of you held each other close, swaying to the song.

He gently spun you around, a bubble of your giggles releasing into the air, him bringing you close to his chest after. There were sickening smiles on your faces as you stared at each other. You gently placed your arms around his neck before burying your face in his chest, feeling it vibrate from his soft laughter. His strong arms wrapped around your torso and planted a lingering kiss on your hair, taking in the comforting scent of your shampoo. 

It was a simple two-step dance; the song itself is short, but the nearly 3-minute song felt like forever as the two of you bathed in each other’s presence, something that the two of you haven’t been able to do for a while. You reminisced of the memories of your high school prom, now slow dancing with him in your living room instead of the dingy school gym. Your thoughts faded as he placed his hand on your cheek, wishing to see your face once more, his heart swelling at the sight of you.

And he kissed you. 

It was a gentle kiss as if he would break you if he kissed you harder. But it was pure, pure innocence and love, his soft lips brushing against yours before pressing together again. Your hand rested on his as he gently rubbed your cheek; the matching silver bands of love on your fingers glinted in the city lights as he continued to hold you close. He smiled against your lips, soft giggles releasing from the both of you as your noses bumped against each other.

And as he looked at you with his soft eyes once more, you felt yourself falling in love with him once more.

genre: HARD ANGST

pairing: S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x reader

series:Song Fic Series! - If I

word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS:major character death, mentions of blood, hospitalization, and disease.

summary: regret and mourning

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

If the word I said countlessly came true

Seungcheol tirelessly dragged his feet up the hospital stairs, quietly telling himself to stay strong for one more day before entering your hospital room. There wasn’t much to the room you stayed in, it was just as bleak as the others in the building. Yours though had a vase full of vibrant flowers adorning the table beside the guest chair.

A bright smile graced your features at the sight of him. You were sitting upright to get a good look at the view outside of your hospital window before he walked in. Bright rays of sunlight leaked into your room, bathing you in the sun’s warm hug. Your sketchbook lay open on the overbed table, two small aster flowers sitting on the page of a finished sketch of the plant.

Seungcheol gifted you a chaste kiss before placing his belongings next to the vase of flowers and pulled the guest chair to your bed, ready to talk to you about his day. Speckled scars from your IV needle graced the top of your hand, Seungcheol being cautious when taking your hand in his. The shared smiles and faint giggles in this bleak room were more than enough for him; even the quiet conversations and comforting silences were perfect to him, just as long as he was with you.

Seungcheol wanted to pretend that everything was normal. He wanted you to feel normal and happy despite the sudden relapse of your childhood disease. He wanted to pretend that your skin wasn’t losing its color each day that you remained in the hospital or that you weren’t dying and that any day could be your last. He clung to you, childishly, wanting to spend every minute with you.

If I, if I, if I

The to-do list, because I couldn’t do it, its meaning is completely changed

Seungcheol still had his share of responsibilities despite his wishes to stay by your side 24/7. He still had college and a job to pay rent, which he became disinterested in both. A growing number of absences began appearing on Seungcheol’s school record; the frequent warnings from his boss no longer bothered him. He could no longer concentrate on anything other than you, and his life was being affected by it.

Seungcheol would often reminisce about the memories with you outside of the hospital when your paling skin was still its vibrant color and your smile wider and brighter than it is now. Memories where you would drag him to different places that he had never seen or noticed before or experience something new and fun. Seungcheol smiled to himself, remembering how eager and wide-eyed you were to see the world even before the two of you started dating. He was able to experience and come to understand your perspective as an artist. And he admired you for it, your ability to see beauty in everything, even in him.

And within that month where Seungcheol finally managed to ask you out and become his significant other, he was able to experience pure love and adoration from you. It is because of this love he refuses to accept the reality coming between your relationship with him.

There was still so much that he wanted to do and see with you; the different dates and days that he could only envision with you in it would only remain in his imagination. Everything that he had planned out would remain undone ever since you were admitted to the hospital.

Seungcheol’s to-do list no longer consisted of different escapades with you, but only to see you smile every day.

If I, if I, if I

I didn’t want to calculate the widened angle between us

You knew you didn’t have much time left; the doctors informing you that your time is limited, the disease spreading through your body too fast to cure. Your sickness weakened your body each day; it was growing harder to wake up from the worsening fatigue. It was something that you didn’t want to think about or bring up when you were with Seungcheol, despite him being aware of what was to come.

You could tell that your worsening health was taking a toll on him. You were aware that he was ditching classes and that his job position was being threatened. You knew that he wanted to spend all of his time with you and that you did too. You loved him with all that you had to give; he became your everything without realizing it.

You often cried about the thought of dying and leaving everything behind, usually when Seungcheol left for his night shift or those rare times that he was in school (after scolding him). There were times that you despised yourself for causing so much pain to the person you have grown to love. There were nights where you cried, wishing that you were never diagnosed with this cursed disease, that you had a life with no more medication and pain, to repay Seungcheol for all that he has done while you were, hospitalized. You hated being so weak in front of him, sometimes pushing him away even though you wanted him to stay with you. You cried in fear when he was not there with you, selfish tears falling during the night at the thought of him finding someone else to love apart from you.

As the number of days you spent in the hospital rose, the weaker your body became; the pain in your chest from heartbreak and disease became more evident as breathing became difficult day by day.

With a sudden urge to draw you focused your strength into grabbing the pencil laying on the crease of your sketchbook. Everyday actions had grown increasingly difficult with your weakening strength. The pencil felt heavy in your hand, like carrying bricks, and you brought your other to help stabilize your shaking hand. A quiet sob escaping your lips from frustration and anger as the line on the paper scribbled into nothing. The silent clinking of your pencil hitting the ground didn’t make it to your ears as hot tears fell down your face. Your hands fell to your sides, weak and tired from something so simple. A sudden pain struck your chest making your body lurch forward. A violent array of coughs erupted from you; small droplets of blood mixed with your saliva stained the blank pages of the sketchbook. With blurry vision, you continued to fight for air, the quickening noises of the heart monitor dulling into a loud ringing in your ears as fuzzy images of nurses rushed into the room.

Your eyes shifted to the corner of the room where a vase of wilting flowers sat. Its petals splayed on the guest table, brown and limp, some falling like the confetti for their funeral.

If I-

Seungcheol was looking at the bright colors of the flowers behind the shop’s window on his way to you. The colors reminded him of you in a way; the flower’s vibrant petals livened up the dreary afternoon he was experiencing.  

It wasn’t the first time he had been in the shop; Seungcheol had been getting flowers for you here since you hospitalized that the employees at the store began to recognize him whenever he came by. Seungcheol purchased a bouquet of chrysanthemums, as recommended by the florist who told him that it symbolized joy and long life, before heading to the hospital to do his daily visit.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, hiding the sun when Seungcheol made it to the hospital entrance. There was a bad feeling in his stomach and the weather was not helping with his growing anxiety. His grip on the flowers tightened as he hurried his way up to the floor your room was on.

Seungcheol felt his stomach drop at the sight of nurses rushing in and out of your room. He slowly staggered to your open door, pushing through some of the nurses crowding the area to get to you.

Visions and images of you came flooding into his mind as he inched closer to the door, his mind imagined your smiling face, smiling for him and him alone, and you that would jump into his arms and press kisses on his face telling him that you had healed. He imagined walking with you, hand in hand, out of this grim place and taking you to the beaches of Jeju, dancing on the shoreline. And he imagined saying his vows to you, dressed up so prettily with his friends and family around the two of you, and seeing his ring sit on your finger forever.

Seungcheol stopped breathing at the sight of your limp hand dangling on the edge of your bed.

Nurses pushed him out of the way in a rush to save you as he stood there, the chaos in the hall filtered out by the loud ringing of the flat line on your heart monitor. The ringing didn’t stop.

I’m late but even now, my eyes and mouth are full of you; A day passes and the regret is too deep- I’m drowning in it

Jihoon had been the one to take Seungcheol out of the hospital. He received a call earlier from the hospital, Jihoon’s number being listed under Seungcheol’s emergency contact papers after your name, telling him to remove Seungcheol from the waiting room.

Jihoon quickly grabbed Seungcheol’s prepped overnight bag and brought him to his apartment complex. The tight-lipped man didn’t want his friend to be by himself, so he welcomed Seungcheol to stay with him until he was stable enough to be on his own.

Seungcheol felt himself drifting. His head and heart felt empty as if he were floating in space, drifting aimlessly forever without anywhere to go.

Nothing felt real to him anymore; he would often think that he was stuck in the void that your passing had created in his head.

There were times where he would close the world out, where everything would turn black. And suddenly, you would appear, your skin returned to its glowing and natural color, your smile would be shining as it always did whenever he saw you, and your hand would take him, so warm and alive, pulling him into the embrace that he craved and begged so much to have one last time.

His eyes filled to the brim with tears for you, soft broken whimpers of your name escaping his mouth during the night that Jihoon would hear through the thin bedroom walls of the guest room while working. Jihoon could only hang his head in shame, praying for his friend to find peace with your passing.

Seungcheol felt like he was drowning, regret building inside of him. His hopes and dreams that he wished to fulfill with you suffocated him.

If I could have given you the proper support…

If I could have given you that last kiss…

If I could have given you that last ‘I love you’…

If I could still have time.

I’ll do whatever to love you again.

~

Where you going, where are you going

Why do I feel my grip loosening

My fist holding onto the edge of your clothes

Why am I losing strength

Our path, our promise to be together

Is already thwarted and you walk away

Turning your back on me

It reduces to a single dot

It’s too empty outside of that interest

I hope that that dot

Comes back before me and turns into you

If I could

If I could

If I could

I’ll do whatever

…

Seungcheol stands in front of your grave years after your death, a fresh aster flower in his hand as he reminisces on the memories the two of you shared in your younger years. These memories that could only bring him sadness in the past made him smile, time allowing his wound of you to heal in his heart. The thoughts of “what could have been” were able to fade with time as well.

Sometimes though, a few tears would escape. Seungcheol let out a sniffle, a dopey smile gracing his features as he apologized to you. He gently placed the flower on your headstone, his fingers tracing the grooves of your carved name on the stone as he did every time he visited you. He let his hand linger just a bit longer on your grave as he longed silently, hoping his prayers get to you. A ring of love adorned his ring finger as the rays of the sun bounced off the metal. Seungcheol’s face now with visible signs of age, smiled once more at your grave, whispering the words he wished he could have said to you before your passing,

“I’ll love you forever my flower.”

If we can walk this path together again

I want to hold your hands and give you warmth

If I hold your cheeks with warmed hands

Will you smile again for me?

Then let’s do.

If I

genre: heart sickening fluff

pairing: DK (lee seokmin) x reader

series:Song Fic Series! - Pretty U

word count: 1.6k

summary: seokmin builds up courage to ask you something 

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

He smiled brighter than the sun and he gave you all that you wanted. Seokmin was the living sun in your life and you couldn’t ask for more. And when he sang- you can feel your heart explode. He made you feel full, your heart swelling in the love that he gave you and the radiating smiles from him were more than enough for you to last a lifetime.

You took my heart and attracted my eyes… I want to show you myself without hiding anything

Running through the rain with him or tackling him into a cuddle, laughter can only be heard from the two of you. Giggles and bright smiles shining from the both of you, breathless kisses being shared until broken by fits of laughter.

Seokmin sometimes felt the need to run down the streets and declare his love for you to let the whole neighborhood know how much love his heart felt for you. His tears no longer had to be hidden from the world, his fears and secrets were now told to you as yours told to him. You trusted each other and came to learn and love each other’s quirks and ticks. You were there for each other and loved each other fully.

I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you

Breathless kisses, flowery smiles, and heart sickening gazes to each other, the boys hated every second the two of you were together but were overjoyed to their friend to find and receive the sunshine that he always gave to others.

It’s breathtaking to see how much the two of you loved each other. Shared laughter, nose kisses, his sharp nose poking your eye, there was so much to say, too many words to describe your relationship.

I can’t take it no more; I’ve got something to say,

Now Seokmin was aware that the two of you have been dating for years now. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, but a question had lingered in his mind since the day you moved in with him.

Seokmin looked over to your beautiful figure who was simply watering the happy house plants the two of you kept inside the apartment together. He smiled brightly; Seokmin was absolutely smitten for you.

You felt his eyes on your back and you smiled gleefully before shooting him a closed eye grin at him before giggling. Serotonin was flowing throughout your body as you waddled over to where Seokmin was sitting after giving the last plant some water for the day. Placing down the mini watering can, you snuggled up to your boyfriend resting your head on his chest a wide smile blooming on both of your faces as you looked up at him. Seokmin leaned down and softly touched noses with you, soft giggles erupting from your chests at the contact.

Seokmin looked at you with heart eyes, admiring how your eyes sparkled at that moment, soaking up the energy and happiness radiating from you. He raised his hand to smoothen out the stray hairs, to which you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment the two of you were sharing. Seokmin planted a warm kiss on your forehead, before squeezing you closer to him. His question to you grew louder inside his head.

I can’t take it no more; right now, I’m gonna try

Seokmin’s chest tightened while he was walking down the city streets with you, hand in hand. His eyes lingering on a certain jewelry store as the two of you window shopped. You bathed in the Seoul sunlight, Seokmin watching you lovingly for seeing the happiness and good in everything and everyone.

While trying on hats with him and taking silly photos in the department mirrors, he couldn’t help but to cradle your face in his hands. Seokmin softly squished your cheeks together, a scrunched smile making its way onto your face causing the both of you to giggle. The two of you recreated the scene with both your phones in hand, your matching phone wallpapers came to be.

The two of you still went on dates like this even after years of being in a relationship together. Dates to the arcade or just a walk in the park was enough for the two of you. You made each other happy no matter what, each day bringing a new and precious memory to remember.

Seokmin turned to you who was gazing into the sunset, the two of you seated on a bench in the park. He was enraptured in your beauty, a taut blush forming on his face when he thought to himself that he would live to do this with you forever. His grip on your hand was firm when his question pounded in his head once more.

I can’t take it no more; I was about to write a letter

Seokmin sat silently at your dining table, a piece of paper and an open pen taunting him. The written ink on the paper stared back at him while he read over the words his heart spilled out. He felt his face heat up when reading over the question that he’d been wanting to ask you for a while now. The words teased him, Seokmin felt like a coward. Why couldn’t he just tell you already?

The door to the apartment opened, Seokmin scrambling to hide the paper as quick as possible. You sluggishly walked inside, your work bag in hand and a tired expression morphing into a smile at the sight of Seokmin and a meal waiting for you next to him. You gave Seokmin a greeting peck before hurrying your way to wash up, excited for the meal on the table.

Seokmin exhaled the breath he was holding and slowly took out the now crumpled paper out of his cardigan’s sleeve. A sigh escaped from him once he saw the fresh ink ruin the rest of the words on the page. Seokmin didn’t want to present the messy letter to you, he wanted it to be perfect just as the way he saw you. Seokmin shoved the destroyed letter into his pocket and waited patiently for you to join him at the table.

His question will have to wait for now.

I can’t take it no more; I can’t stand it

Seokmin found himself staring at you one night, the way how even in the night you were still so beautiful to him. He felt his heart swell in the love he held for you as he pulled your sleeping self closer to him. He stroked your hair, a soothing reagent which Seokmin grew to love doing to you. A smile appearing on his face when you snuggled deeper into his chest after the action.

Seokmin couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like you in a life like his. The both of you worked so hard to get where you were and above it all, you still loved each other with the same heart from when you started dating. Seokmin felt loved by you, his light, that he found himself holding back tears. He felt his chest tighten for the nth time that night, his question was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.

Beautiful words like the lines in a movie

Seokmin smiled a bright smile at you as the two of you danced barefoot to the ballads of your time that were playing on your Bluetooth radio. He spun you around slowly, your clumsy feet not used to dancing with a partner. But even if you were to stumble, Seokmin was sure to catch you not caring how many times you softly stepped on his toes. The two of you laughed and waltzed all night in your apartment.

The words I’ve prepared overnight for days

Seokmin tucked a single daisy behind your ear before pulling you down to lay with him on the spread blanket. He cracked jokes at the different cloud shapes he spotted, enjoying how your laugh tickled his ears. The daisy flower crown you made for him sat on his head, Seokmin who sat in awe while your nimble fingers created it, wore it proudly with a smile on his face. The two of you continued to cloud watch and bathe in the sunlight of another beautiful day you spent together.

I want to say them to you tomorrow with my clenched fists

Seokmin leaned against your chest while sitting in between your legs with his arms around your torso. He listened to your steady heartbeat and relaxed to your touch as you stroked his hair, trying to help him fall asleep. Seokmin’s breathing leveled and his inner peace was restored, his racing thoughts were no longer running, and his heartrate slowed to match yours. His ears perked up to listen to you hum one of the ballads that the two of you danced to a few nights before, one that quickly became your shared favorite. Seokmin felt at peace with you, the courage needed to ask his question was filled.

You are pretty.

Seokmin stood in front of you in the park the two of you watched the sunset in and handed you your last 13^th daisy, the other twelve handed out by his friends who helped him with his plan.

And with one shaky breath and you nearly in tears, he dropped down to his knee and revealed a hidden ring to you, finally asking you the question he’s been thinking about the whole time. 

“Will you marry me?”

I wanted to be able to create works of fiction that could incorporate the feelings and emotions that the lyrics in Seventeen’s songs convey. This is my interpretation of their lyrics put into scenarios with the members.  

Main Masterlist

S.Coups (c.sc) - Our Dawn Is Hotter Than Day 

S.Coups (c.sc) - If I

Wonwoo (j.ww) - Run to You

Woozi (l.jh) - Hug

DK (l.sm) - Pretty U

♡ fluff | ✩ angst | ♪ personal favorite

Song Fic Series

S.Coups (c.sc)

♡ My Dawn | sfs

✩Flower | sfs (currently down for editing)

Jeonghan (y.jh)

♡ Red | blurb

Joshua (h.js)

♡ Falling | blurb

Hoshi (k.sy) 

♡ ✩ Proud | oneshot 

Wonwoo (j.ww)

♡  Letters to You | sfs

Woozi (l.jh)

♡ ✩ ♪To Feel Love | sfs

DK (l.sm)

♡ Daisy | sfs

Seungkwan (b.sk)

♡ Didn’t Stand a Chance | blurb

Vernon (h.vc)

♡ Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake | oneshot

genre: fluffity fluff (and a smudge of angst)

pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader

series:Song Fic Series!-Our Dawn is Hotter Than Day

word count: ~800

summary: a scenic beach walk with a child your man (no but seriously I’m insanely soft please hug him)

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Seungcheol carefully closed the door of the shared bedroom, making sure none of the boys woke up from the sound of the creaking door.

6:47 AM the digital clock read, as the excited boy shuffled his way out of the beach house to you.

You silently waited for him in a summer dress and cardigan, one hand on the house’s gate to the beach and a flashlight in the other. A bright smile made its way to your face when you saw Seungcheol close the door to the house clad in a bomber jacket and white shorts and a matching bucket hat. A water bottle and second flashlight in his pocket, along with a blanket tucked under his arm. A gummy smile meeting yours as he bounded towards you, clasping hands with yours before heading out to the empty beach.

The night was still evident, some stars still shining in the dark sky. The moon was slowly descending and was getting ready to welcome the brilliant light of the sun.

With your flashlights acting as your only light source, the two of you spread the blanket that Seungcheol had brought with him and settled down on it, your hands in each other’s as the two of you watched the stars slowly move, side by side. You pointed out some of the constellations that you remembered and while he jokingly made jagged shapes out of the stars.

You snuggled into his side taking in the familiar smell of his cologne and the salt from the sea. A sigh escaped from him as he wrapped an arm around you, his other hand holding onto your free hand. He continued to stargaze, looking deeper into the night wondering how in the world he gained someone as precious as you. It almost brings him to tears how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone who remained by his side no matter what happened, through thick and thin, and someone who comforted him whenever he felt anxious.

You were always there to hold him when he needed you the most.

The sky’s blue became more evident, the night slowly fading into day.

Seungcheol felt your thumb softly rubbing against his, bringing him back to reality. He twisted his head a bit to bury his nose in your hair and left a kiss there. You nuzzled into his side one last time before looking up at him and watched a bright smile appear after cupping your face and leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes rivalled the stars, your smile brighter than the moonlight at midnight, he thought quietly to himself as he gazed down at you with loving eyes. You then sat up and leaned towards him, lightly pressing your foreheads against each other. Seungcheol slowly sat up, an arm secure around your waist so your touching foreheads didn’t part, as the two of you closed your eyes and enjoyed the present, each other’s presence, and the sound of the waves crashing on the surface.

His long eyelashes tickled your cheek and you giggled, the both of you opening your eyes to look each other with starry filled eyes. You pressed a quick peck on his lips. And before he could even pout for more, you shot up from your seat on the blanket and playfully ran away from him. A wide grin stretched Seungcheol’s face, a small chuckle escaping him before playfully yelling while running towards you.

The sun began to peek out of the horizon.

His laughs increased as the distance between the two of you decreased. You ran where the sand and water met, squealing as he closed in on you. The sound of splashing water was louder now, you released a loud squeal as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body from behind, his burly laugh bringing you to release a string of laughter as well. A faint heart with both of your initials inside engraved in the sand near your feet was being washed away slowly by the sea.

Seungcheol held you tightly against his chest and placed a quick peck on your neck as the two of you swayed in place. Your back against his chest, hearts beating in sync, the feeling the sea’s waves softly tickling your feet.

The two of you watched as the sun rise out of the horizon together.

A new dawn,

A new memory,

A new adventure,

With you.

Our dawn is hotter than day

~

When everyone’s asleep

It’s so beautiful

Your smile resembles the moonlight

Your wave-like laughter brightens the night

And tickles my ears

…

The faraway light Becomes our memory

Under the overflowing waves

We leave our letters Engraving our names…

Our dawn is hotter than day

Till morning comes.

genre: fluffy

pairing: dad!vernon x reader

word count: 1k

summary: vernon’s child being daddy’s little girl ;;

author’s notes: posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Vernon’s smile never went away whenever he saw his daughter, Haneul. He sat in front of her crib cooing at his baby, wiggling his fingers in front of her face with a bright smile as she delightfully garbled at the moving object. Vernon felt his heart swell as her tiny hand wrapped around his pinky finger, a squeal emitting from Haneul in glee for catching his hand. There were two gummy smiles when you entered the room with a bowl of chopped up strawberries for Haneul.

“Haneul~ Do you want strawberries?” you say in a sing-song voice while taking a seat on the floor next to your husband. Vernon carefully took her out of the crib and placed her down next to him. Haneul took this opportunity to crawl around the living room area, Vernon watching her with a bright smile on his face.

Haneul was growing so quickly in front of your very eyes, she was already 10 months old and could crawl so fast you always had to keep an eye on her. You sometimes swore that she could teleport, finding her on the other side of the house when she was in the same room as you a few seconds before. Nonetheless, she was able to inherit Vernon’s curly hair, gummy smile, and hazel eyes which made her incredibly adorable.

“Haneul, I have strawberries for you,” you cooed at her. Haneul didn’t listen and continued crawling towards a ladybug plush laying on the floor. You and Vernon watched your child grab the ladybug and begin to babble at it, as if she was making conversation with the plushie. You tried calling for her one more time, “Haneul, mommy has strawberries for you~”

Haneul looked up at you this time but then returned back to her conversation with the ladybug. You sighed and started poking at the fruit in the bowl. Vernon grinned at your pouty behavior and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He quickly snatched some of the cubed strawberries and popped them into his mouth, a glare being sent his way for taking your daughter’s snacks. Vernon giggled and kissed the top of your head before calling out to your daughter.

“Pancake, mommy has some food for you~” he called out, receiving an immediate response from Haneul. She quickly abandoned the ladybug and began crawling over to the two of you, a gummy smile on her chubby face as she climbed onto her father’s lap, smushing her face into his chest in an attempt of a hug. Vernon’s giddy smile met your deadpan expression as he wrapped his arms around his child making sure she wouldn’t fall, “Pancake look, mommy has strawberries for you!” Vernon gently nudged Haneul to look at the bowl in your hands, an excited squeal eliciting from the baby as she began to grab for the fruit. The two of you watched your baby chew the soft fruit, wiping away the juice that stained her face with a washcloth you had brought with you.

You then turned to look at Vernon who was adoringly watching his daughter’s tiny hands wrap around the strawberry cubes. “You know, you should probably stop calling her ‘Pancake’ before she responds to that more than her real name,” you prodded, to which he snickered to.

“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not the only Pancake in my life,” he teased you. You flushed and rolled your eyes remembering how “Pancake” was his pet name for you after messing around with him when the two of you were still dating. A harmless joke of you spamming a certain clip of Vernon’s younger self singing Han Bok-nam’s Bindaetteok Gentleman those many years ago soon became your contact name in his phone and the nickname that he would call you if he were in a teasing mood.

You scoffed, “I’m not jealous of my daughter, Hand Soap,” silently giggling at his face contort at the mention of the old nickname, “I just want Haneullie to pay attention to mommy too.”

As if she understood what you were said, Haneul looked up at you with her big hazel eyes before climbing onto your lap. As you held her, you gently wiped her mouth as she grabbed another strawberry cube and brought it up to your mouth. You smiled and allowed her to feed you the strawberry, her juice covered hands colliding with your face making Vernon laugh at your now messy face.

You wiped yourself and her hands afterwards, carrying her to the kitchen to wash her hands. Vernon finished the remaining strawberry cubes and set the bowl in the sink after the two of you put Haneul in her little play area.

“But you know,” you started as Vernon quietly washed the dishes, “I do miss you calling me ‘Pancake’ every now and then.” You looked up at your husband who had a sickening grin on his face screaming ‘I knew it’. You immediately flushed in embarrassment and turned away to continue drying the plate in your hand.

“Awe Pancake!” your child of a husband teasingly exclaimed as he rushed to finish washing the remaining dishes in the sink. It was not even a few minutes later when you felt his arms snake around your torso and his face coming close to yours from behind, “I’ll call you Pancake from now on if it makes you happy~” He blew a small puff of air into your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you could feel his teasing grin on your skin. You flushed and scoffed while placing the plate in the cabinet above you before turning around and burying your face into his chest.

“You’re so stupid Hand Soap,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it, before looking up at him and planted a chaste kiss on his grinning lips.

A small garble from your baby could be heard snapping the two of you out of your loving gaze. Hand in hand, the two of you made your way back into the living room to go watch over your baby.

All was well in the Chwe household today too.

To Feel Love (l.jh)

genre: angsty + fluffy ending 

pairing: yn x lee jihoon

series:Song Fic Series! - Hug

word count: 1.2k

summary: he’s stressed please hold him 

author’s note: i write author notes on separate posts LOL check them out if you’re curious (or REALLY bored) uwu

MASTERLIST

The sound of a soft knock outside Jihoon’s studio was ignored by the young man sitting at the desk inside. An unfinished melody had been sitting untouched for nearly an hour now, Jihoon’s mind racing searching and processing what could make the song unique and better from the last. The palms of his hands were pressed against his eyes and the tips of his fingers were massaging his throbbing head in an attempt to spark a new idea.

He was stressed and tired, anyone could see it. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.

The studio door creaked open, Jihoon quickly wiped his tears of frustration and fixed his hair under his cap with a quick sniffle. His eyes were fixated onto the computer screen again, he could feel his headache returning by the sight of the incomplete phrase in the music.

You quietly entered the room, the familiar purple hue illuminating the studio was a drastic difference from the bright lights in the hallway to the studio.

Hoshi had called you a few hours prior to your arrival to the studio building, asking you to get Jihoon out of the studio after camping there for the past few days. Jihoon refused to listen to the members’ concerns and continued to slink into the studio to try to get some work done. The members would bring food up to him knowing fully well that he’ll be too immersed in his music to bother taking care of himself.

It was the fourth day he had locked himself inside the studio when Hoshi called.

“Ji?”

You placed your bag on the table next to the couch before making your way over to Jihoon. He refused to face you and continued to click on some of the pages on the screen. It wasn’t until you carefully removed his headphones from his ears that he paused from his actions. Placing the pair on the table, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.

Jihoon had felt so weak in your presence. He couldn’t find the heart to look at you, fully knowing that he had gone too far in his work if you had to come drag him out from the studio. There was a small pit of shame and guilt that he had made both you and the members worry about him. He cursed himself for not finishing up faster; for not being able to create this song quickly so there would be no need for you to drag him outside. So he could confidently come back to you on his own knowing that there was a perfect song to be used in the upcoming album.

So Jihoon stood there, unable to look at you, who was so desperately trying to search for the eyes you loved so much.

You knew he was stressed, and you knew how much creating music meant to him. But he was in a slump and you knew that it was in his nature that he would force himself to stay in the studio until something unique dawned on him. It’s during those times where you would worry about him the most despite his usual stubborn demeanor that would insist that he was okay. He’s independent and he doesn’t want to burden anyone with the problems and stress that he has to deal with as a producer.

You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin, watching him lean into your touch. There was a wave of sadness that rushed into you when he did this. He doesn’t deserve this stress; he needs to rest.

You quickly engulfed him into a tight hug, your arms tightly wound around him hoping that you could take away all the pain and stress he’s holding inside. Jihoon’s head limply rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him. Your feelings of longing for him and the warmth of your care seeped into the hug as you clung onto him. Jihoon could feel your emotions and felt your grip tighten on him whenever it seemed like his grip was loosening on you.

You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to submit to the stress and push you away again.

Jihoon finally relaxed in your hug and the two of you slowly sunk onto the floor, still holding each other as he shifted you to sit in-between his legs. Jihoon leaned against the couch as the two of you sit each other’s arms, together and in a more relaxed state.

You look up at him and he finally met your eyes. You could see that they were puffy from crying earlier and his eyebags were more prominent compared to the last time you had seen him. Your eyebrows creased and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

He didn’t deserve this stress. You wanted him to rest.

You closed your eyes and pulled his head towards yours, foreheads pressing against each other in a final attempt to take away his stress.

Jihoon’s heart clenched at this action. He felt all the stress and pressure release as tears began falling down his face. You rest your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears, his forehead now pressing on yours, tired from the deadlines, the frustration, and the stress that he had been hiding away for the past few days.

A few tears slipped from your eyes as well. Your boy didn’t deserve all this pressure and stress. You felt horrible that he was feeling this way, and you understood how difficult and burdening it is to hide these feelings from the people that care about you the most. It pained you to see Jihoon like this; he was someone who rarely showed weakness to others. But despite having such a hard exterior, you were able to see that he’s a soft person at heart. He cares. He has feelings too.

The two of you held each other while each of you cried and once the tears ceased, your foreheads pressed onto each other’s again. Jihoon felt your nose playfully bump his which sprouted a small giggle from you and a grin from him. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, deep intakes of air and giggles escaped the both of you as small eskimo kisses were exchanged.

Jihoon felt so loved by you. Your presence eases him, and it was really proven today after this event. He felt so safe with you with him and your hugs were so warm and caring. He knows that you understand that he was having a hard time, despite there being little to no words shared. Jihoon tightened his grip on your torso as you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

He was overjoyed by you. He was… happy. He couldn’t believe that someone had the ability to make him feel this kind of way.

He felt loved.

And he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you felt loved too.

And once he returned back to the studio with a clear head, he was able to compose a song for both you and carats in need of comfort.

To me, you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

full of whispering and rustling

w.c.1k exact | fluff, like 97% cuddles | dedicated to jackie / @tookorean for being there and motivating me since even before this project was officially a thing; to ari / @pristeen-23 and andin / @svtlaurent , whose encouraging tags + comments on various fics in this series kept me going, and for kura / @caratvocals , a quality seungcheol stan | ml  ♡

Late night summer rain beats against the outside, lightning striking sharp and thunder rumbling behind in the distance, trapping you two inside.  Regardless of the weather, you should have been in bed hours ago, the clock on the wall slowly ticking past two in the morning.

The coffee table had been pushed aside and all the pillows and couch cushions had been filched to supply the ultimate two person pillow fort.  You have a feeling, as you nestle in closer, that if either of you attempted to move and get up, the one staying behind would end up getting suffocated by overly fluffed pillows.

The air outside is hot and humid, heat slowly being beaten away by the storm, but inside the air conditioner has kicked on once again and, combined with the ceiling fan set on high, you shiver slightly and draw the fluffy throw blanket in closer to your chest.

“Cold?” Seungcheol whispers into your hair, and you nod.  You hear him chuckle, and even though you can’t see it, you know his signature half-smile is there, dimples and all.  He shakes his head, pulling you closer.  “How could you possibly be cold?”

“The AC is out to get me, that’s how,” you hiss.  Your gaze wanders to the television, loud enough to hear but not loud enough to demand attention.  You stopped listening minutes, maybe even hours, ago.  The Disney movie marathon keeps playing, however, and you don’t mind.  It’s simply that the heartbeat beneath your ear is much more incentivizing than Genie scolding Aladdin for cheating the three wishes system.

“The AC is a machine, [Y/N],” Seungcheol replies, fixing his arms around you.  “It’s not capable of thought or holding evil agendas against people.”

“This one is,” you mutter, fist curling around the fabric of his shirt.  The soft black material was thin enough to feel the heat of his chest through it, and coupled with his warm arms and blanket wrapped around you, you can feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

“Suppose this AC decided it wasn’t efficient enough to kill you via cold air, so it elects to come attack you?  What would you do?”

With as much strength as your tired self can muster, you pull your head off his chest and to level a confused stare.  “I’d have you fight it off for me,” you answer simply, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s nonsense.  “Duh.”

“Duh, huh?”  He raises his eyebrows, the half-smirk returning.  “What makes you think I’d fight a raging air conditioner unit for you?”

“Because,” you drawl, rolling your eyes, “you’d do anything for me.”

Seungcheol’s head quirks to the side, the smirk growing.  “I would, would I?”

“Mhm. You would.  Especially,” you add, leaning up to peck the corner of his lips quickly, “for a kiss.”

Your boyfriend’s laugh fills the living room, easily drowning out the movie, and he pulls you closer, tucking you beneath his chin.  You wrap your arms around his torso, slowly tuning out the Sultan and Jafar bickering in favor of Seungcheol’s heartbeat, solid and steady.  Over time, it had become your lullaby.  Even on the bad nights, when he couldn’t find the right words to soothe you, his heartbeat was always there to guide you along.  It was sure, unchanging.  You felt yourself slowly being drawn back towards sleep again.

Outside, the rain continues to pelt the sides of the house.  You imagine everyone else already asleep, and the bed down the hall—with its fluffy pillows and even fluffier comforter—is calling to you.  You stifle a yawn, curling in even more. “Can we go to bed?” you ask, trying to blink the sleep from your eyes.

“What? Don’t want to see how the movie ends?”

You limply beat his chest with a lazy fist, eyes fluttering shut.  “I already know how the movie ends.  Please?”

Seungcheol chuckles again, a hearty rumble in his chest.  He digs through the pillows and cushions to find the remote before turning off the television.  The sudden lack of movie plunges the room into darkness, the only light coming from the kitchen and the lightning outside.

In a swift and careful motion, Seungcheol stands with you in his arms, still wrapped in the blanket.  The arm around your back is strong and steady, as is the one beneath your knees.  Your head lulls into the crook of his neck, and you breathe in his scent, something woodsy and lemony and homey all in one.

Before you know it, you’re resting on your side of the bed, the throw blanket replaced by the soft comforter.  Seungcheol quickly takes his place on the other side, nestling in close to you.  He hooks one arm around your waist, drawing you near, and you tuck your head under his chin once more.

The rain is louder now, the storm building up just to fall apart later.  You can feel tendrils of sleep wrapping around you, your breath slowing to an easy pace.  You curl into your boyfriend, hands coming to rest by your heart.

“I love you,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. You barely hear it over the rain, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter.  “I love every part of you.”

Sleepy, you blink up at him.  “Every part?” you echo, raising a hand to trail down his jawline.

Seungcheol’s eyes are soft around the edges, as is his wide smile.  “Every part,” he repeats, leaning into your touch.  “From here, to here, and here.”  He punctuates each here with a kiss—on the inside of your wrist, your temple, the apple of your cheek.

“But what about here?” you ask, bringing your hand back from his jaw to tap a single finger on your pouted lips.

A smile spreads, dimples appearing, and his eyes droop soft and happy, a gentle hum on his tongue. He leans forward to close the gap with a tender, chaste kiss. “Especially there.”

beginning, in an early stage

w.c.1k exact | fluff, a brief history in less than 700 words | ml

Summer sunlight backlights the boy in front of you.  Behind him, the waves greedily eat up the shoreline as the tide washes in, taking with it any sand castles and secret messages engraved in the beach.  Hot air steams around you, making the distance in between feel almost unsurpassable.  The sun slowly dips behind the horizon, painting the sky brilliant oranges and pinks before the purple twilight appears. 

You can feel something ending, the common term of phrase so readily labeled onto people who were no more than close acquaintances.  It tingles around your hands, causes nervous shivers up your arms.  But it’s clear, you realize, that whatever’s next, it’s worth saying goodbye to the word “friends.” 

Your skin feels as if it’s slowly catching flames, and it’s hard to tell if it’s from the late evening sun or the boy across from you.  He smiles, mimicking your own, and you have to stop and catch your breath before your thoughts overload and your stable limbs turn to jelly.

In a small instant, scant within the overwhelming realms of time, memories flood your head.  You recall when you’d first met, freshman in high school.  How it started as a simple bump in the hallway, a quick apology.  It continued when you ended up seated beside each other in social studies.  It was finalized when you dared each other in a race to the cafeteria for lunch.

You couldn’t tell then, neither of you could, what would occur.  Back then, at the very start, “friends” was a fitting word. People who are close to one another.  A simple definition for a complex concept, but you felt it worked. You and this boy were friends.  It was fun to race through the halls with each other, follow around after school with biting, teasing remarks.

Somewhere during sophomore year, the label of friends evolved to include the word “best.”  You were now inseparable.  As many classes as possible together, lunch together, more races around the school.  The teasing, snappy comebacks didn’t subside, either, but grew stronger and more precise, like scolding him for a messy desk and getting a level stare and a quick “Who do you think I learned it from?” in reply.

It was in the after school dance program that you really saw Chan shine.  While you were okay, something akin to a wet clay block ready to be molded into a dancer, Chan was already a finished piece. His edges were sharp and detailed, movement filled with strength and grace.  Once, he had you stay late and watch him run through his dance routine.  At the end, he began to go through what he had done wrong and what he could improve on.

“Chan,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder, your voice filled with awe, “that was incredible.”

He turned giddy, a smile blooming across his features.  “You really think so?”

“I really know so.”

Junior year, more closeness, more snark.  Nothing ever felt out of place, just close and okay.  Until one day, it did feel out of place.  One bad fight around Christmas, the only truly bad one, and you’d felt like you’d never be whole again.  The one who’d always been by your side was now noticeably absent, and while you could attempt to fill in the Chan-shaped hole with other activities or friends, there would always be nooks around the edges that nothing else could replace.

An awkward New Year’s confrontation, something wildly similar to when you met as freshmen and bumped into each other, forced an equally awkward discussion.  In the end, you both decided the argument was pointless: it wasn’t worth throwing away nearly three years of friendship.

And then came senior year, where you suddenly became aware of how close he sat.  How your cheeks flushed red when he laughed at your jokes.  How your heart began to beat faster and harder when he was around, and you began to wonder if the term “friends,” even “best friends,” was enough to cut it anymore.

The confession was embarrassing and sloppy and more rushed than you felt it should have been, but you couldn’t let him go on that blind date his friends from dance had set him up on.  The idea of him falling in love with someone other than you made your throat tighten and your chest hurt.

And when you finished, standing at the end of his driveway, balled fists at your side with tears welling up, he simply stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over.  You expected a rejection, a letdown, and steeled yourself for a night in with nothing but your tears to comfort you.  But then, he pulled one hand out of his pocket to cup the back of your neck, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek.  When he pulled back, a soft smile was on his lips, and when he spoke you barely heard it over the thump-thump-thumping of your heart.  “I guess it’s a good thing I like-like you back, isn’t it?”

Chan’s laugh brings you back to the present, and the warm feeling you’d grown accustomed to around him floods your chest.  You want to curl in, to protect the feeling, but you stand tall.  Today is the start of something new, another evolution of the label “friends.”

Chan’s smile is electric, glowing brighter than the setting sun and emerging night stars combined.  He does a low, exaggerated sweep, and you know if he weren’t so well in tune thanks to dance he’d surely fall and hit the pavement.  He stands straight, crossing the distance between you two and holding out his hand.  “Shall we begin our first official date, [Y/N]?”

You bite your lip, attempting you contain your growing smile.  You nod, and when you speak, there isn’t a hint of hesitancy. You take his hand, warm and comforting and inviting.  “Yes,” you say, heart thump-thump-thumping once more.  “We shall.”

habits that svt members have during sex

but actually it’s only like half the members bc this was a draft from ages ago and i forgot what i intended to write for the rest IM SORRY LOL 

➵ featuring: soonyooung, jihoon, minghao, mingyu, seokmin, and chan (x reader)
➵ genre: nsfw headcanons that are also oddly wholesome? 
➵word count: 558
➵ warnings: this honestly isn’t too explicit, there’s just a glimpse of eating out and that’s pretty much it ^^

soonyoung: im so sorry to say this but he will definitely pull a horanghae in bed both as a joke but he somehow also turns it into smth sexual??? i just imagine him with his high stamina and all going round after round, pounding so hard into you that you’re basically quivering under his touch. this dude moans and groans but right when he’s about to cum? he curls his fingers and claws whatever he can grab a hold of—your back being the greatest victim as he starts from the flat of your shoulder blade down the sides of your back as he growls right in your ear

jihoon: i don’t necessarily know why there’s a part of me that believes jihoon is embarrassed to show his face to you during sex. and as much as you brave yourself to grab a hold of his jaw or a fistful of hair so you can meet his gaze. he just. won’t. let you. instead he buries his face in your body. in the crook of your neck, the valley of your breasts, taking his sweet sweet time in between your legs. and every attempt you make to pry his head away, he nuzzles his face deeper into your core

minghao:honestly, i don’t know how to accurately explain? i just- minghao loves to feel you. just every inch of your body. every curve, crevasse, muscle, bone, flaws and all. sometimes its soft, he slowly roams his hands up and down your body, his fingertips barely feeling like feathers. other times his grip gets a little too tight and the innocent grazing turns soon starts to turn into deep scratches all along your back, forearms, and thighs. but there is not one moment in time where his hands leave your body

mingyu:he’s def confident but there are times during sex where he can get so shy and he doesn’t want you to know that. was the foreplay enough? was he going too fast, too slow? is he really making you feel good or are you just faking it for his sake? so to ensure that you’re having just as a good time as he is, he periodically checks up on you by placing his hand on your cheek and directs your gaze towards him. seeing your fucked out expression gives him the slightest bit of relief.

seokmin:this baby worries over every little thing. no matter how often you guys do it :( and it’s not the case that he doesn’t know what he’s doing or shy over his actions, you already know how doubtful he can be sometimes and you always make sure you vocally and physically react to his every touch. he’s more worried over how you’re feeling emotionally. yes, sex is fun and all but it’s still a special moment that’s shared with just the both of you! so he makes sure to always hold your hand whenever he can

chan:this isn’t really during the act, but right after you both reach your highs and clean yourselves up, he always asks to suck your nipples before both of you pass tf out. he doesn’t even do it with the intent to start up again, he just thinks it’s relaxing !!! he claims it’s his form of aftercare like a nice lil boob massage or smth

MASTERLIST   REQUESTS ARE OPEN GFX&AUDIO

Pairing : Wonwoo X Reader 

Type     :  Fluff

Words   :~1,500

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Synopsis:You and Wonwoo work at a fro-yo shop and together. 

“Wonwoo, we’re out of chocolate chips, can you go to the back and a grab some more?”

Wonwoo simply nodded and saluted you before he went into the storage room. You and Wonwoo had been working together at Franks’s Fro-Yo for almost a year now. For most of the day, the shop was pretty empty since most people in town preferred the frozen dairy confectionery at night. Of course, once the sun started to set, the place would swarm with people trying to get a cup. Luckily, you and Wownoo usually worked the morning shift and always had plenty of time to yourselves.

Wonwoo reappeared with a sack of miniature chocolate chips and wordlessly laid them down on the counter.

“Thanks, soldier.”

“Sir, my payment?”

“Ah, that’s right,” you dipped a hand into the chocolate chips and handed some to your coworker. “Don’t go spending it all in one place now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Wonwoo chucked a chip at you and somehow you were able to catch it with your mouth. The two of you stared at each other in awe.

“Maybe you can tell me what to do,” Wonwoo muttered. Suddenly, the two of you went back to working silently.

The dynamic you had with Wonwoo while at work was a little odd. You guys would be super playful one minute, then quickly shift to stern and serious. This kind of emotional turbulence would give most people whiplash, but not the two of you. The flipping of vibes was a common thing for you.

Even though the shop was as dead as a corpse, the lack of conversation never made either of you uncomfortable. Not having to force conversation made the times you did speak really effortless and easy. That’s probably what you liked most about working with Wonwoo: he was the best company.

“So, what are you doing after work?” Wonwoo abruptly asked.

“I’m probably going to grab my sketchbook and head to the museum. I need more practice with portraits and a certain someone won’t sit still for a sketch.”

“I can’t help it. I get uncomfortable when you stare at me like that.” You continued to restock the spoon dispenser as you replied.

“It’s my concentration face, Won. I can’t help it. Pass me the yogurt cups, please.” Wonwoo obliged.

“Anyway’s, what’re you up to this fine Friday night?”

“Mingyu is setting me up on a blind date.”

Wonwoo had your full attention. You stopped restocking to turn to your friend.

“Another one? Didn’t you go on one last week with, uh,” you paused, racking your brain for Wonwoo’s latest-attempt-at-love’s name, “Jennie, was it?”

Wonwoo shrugged. “Yeah. I indulge him too much.” Wonwoo moved from the counter and seated himself at one of the fluorescent tables nearby. “She was sweet. All the girls I’ve gone out with are usually pretty nice, it’s just-“ Wonwoo paused. “There’s just something that isn’t there for me.”

You stepped away from the cup holders and sat across from your coworker.

“Maybe you’re too concerned with what you’re not feeling with them and end up ignoring what you actually do feel when you’re on these dates. At the same time, don’t try and force a connection that isn’t there.” Wonwoo rose from his chair and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a small towel before he replied

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You lightly punched Wonwoo on the shoulder.  

“Maybe? Here I am thinking I’m omniscient and know everything.”

“Whatever,” Wonwoo rolled his eyes and you and quickly flashed you his playful smile. Wonwoo had the best smile.

“So, where are you taking this one?”

“Bowling, maybe?” Wonwoo began wiping down the tables as you returned to refilling the spoon dispenser.

You jested, “Aren’t you terrible at bowling?”

“That doesn’t make it any less fun, Y/N. Besides,” Wonwoo added,” you keep knitting me scarves for Christmas even though you’re an awful knitter.”

You played hurt and jokingly laid a hand over your heart. “If that’s the way you feel about my handmade gifts then I won’t make you anything at all!”

Just like that, the conversation had ended and the two of you were back to working in silent.

The shift continued. You and Wonwoo found things to keep yourselves occupied after you finished the morning prep. You took a twenty minute power nap under the toppings table, the two of you made bets on who could balance a miniature marshmallow on their nose the longest, and while Wonwoo was reading behind the cash register, he sat still just long enough for you to sketch both his eyes and half of his nose in your notebook.

Towards the end of your shift, a very frantic manager called the store and begged you to cover for them. Apparently, three people for that late shift bailed so they could go to some beach party. You and Wonwoo were the only ones the manager could rely on, especially on such short notice, too. Since Wonwoo had his date, you were the only one between the both of you that was free to work that night.

“Guess I’m not going to the museum after all,” you complained.

“I’m going to cancel my date. I’d feel bad if you had to work a double shift while I’m out having fun.”

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to go on that date and give that girl a shot. What if she’s the one? The universe works in mysterious ways, you know. This could be one of those life-altering decisions. She could be the mother of your children, Won. Think of the children!”

“Alright, I get it. I’ll go if you promise me to stop rambling.”

You were given just enough time in between shifts to go home, shower, and eat something before you had to be back at the shop for round two. A large group of obnoxious guys came in and annoyingly flirted with you all night. You texted Wonwoo throughout the harassment.

This guy just pointed finger guns at me and called me babe. I think I’m gonna barf

I have no idea why, but these dude are sticking spoons in their noses

I should’ve gone to the museum instead

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You found it a little odd that Wonwoo wasn’t answering your texts. Even on a blind date, Wonwoo always answers. You figured he just must be hitting it off with this chick.

About ten minutes later, in the middle of you counting ceiling tiles out of boredom, you thought you heard someone call your name. You looked around and spotted your coworker and best friend standing on the other side of the counter.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be making a fool of yourself in the bowling alley right now?”

“Do you have five minutes? I really need to talk to you.”

You looked over at the obnoxious groups of boys occupying the store. Most of them seemed like the types to grab extra toppings or pour fro-yo into their mouths, straight from the machine. One of them, however, seemed to be some sort of voice of reason in their little gang.

“You have exactly five minutes.” You were afraid the storefront would be in a state of complete chaos if you left for too long.

Wonwoo took your hand and led you to the storage room in the back.

“Earlier today we were talking about how I always feel like something is missing when I go out on those blind dates.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“The reason why I never want to go out on another date is because of you.”

You blinked at Wonwoo, dumbfounded. “I don’t understand.”

Wonwoo, exasperated, explained. “I’m always comparing them to you. I keep thinking, ‘If Y/N was here, she’d think this was hilarious,’ or ‘Her perfume isn’t as nice as the one Y/N wears.’”

He stepped closer to you now and lightly held your hands in his own. You stared at him with your mouth a tad agape and your head tilted to slightly to one side, a look of confusion on your face.

“I don’t want to go on anymore blind dates. I want to go on a date with you.”

“Wonwoo-“ he interrupted you.

“You don’t have to confirm whether you reciprocate my feelings or not at this exact moment in time. I am asking you to let me take you on a date tomorrow night, just me and you. We can suck at bowling together or go to the museum and check out the Monét exhibit I know you’ve been dying to see. Just let me take you out, at least once.”

Normally, you’d ask if a confession such as sudden as this was a joke or not. Knowing Wonwoo, seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the desperation in his voice, you knew he was genuine. Your gaze softened and you held his hands firmly, trying to express the love you felt for him with the small gesture.

“It’s date,” you beamed.

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“Hey, Y/N, can you come down to the dorm? Hoshi hurt himself during rehearsal today and we’re not sure if it’s a serious enough injury that needs to be taken care of at a hospital.” Seungcheol called your cell phone in the middle of you stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream. It was your first day off in almost a month and you were trying to make the most of it.

“I can, but why isn’t your manager calling me? You’re supposed to tell your manager and then he calls me.”

You were Seventeen’s personal nurse. After Wonwoo’s time in the hospital, the company thought it would be beneficial for the boys if they had a nurse a personal nurse. That way, in the event of injury or illness, they can still attend some parts of rehearsal.

“All of our staff is in a meeting. We weren’t even scheduled for a rehearsal, but you know Hosh; he always pushes himself.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in-“ you looked at the time and then looked down at your stained pajama shirt, “about 20 minutes. Tell Hoshi to hang tight.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” You heard a faint voice in the background that you could only assume came from Soonyoung.

Roughly five minutes earlier than expected, you were standing in the open doorway of the infamous Seventeen dorm.

“Doctor Y/N is here to heal you, hyung” Mingyu called out to Hoshi as he leads you to the spot he was occupying on the couch.

“I’m not a doctor yet, you know.” You walked over to Soonyoung and immediately noticed the ball on the side of his ankle.

“I’m guessing you hurt your foot?” You gestured to his legs, which were being propped up by a mountain of pillows.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Hoshi marveled at your intuitiveness.

“Lucky guess.” You kneeled on the floor beside Hoshi’s couch and began examining the area. There was already some slight discoloration.

“I’m going to touch your ankle at different points and I need you to tell me how painful these points are using a scale of one to five. One is little to no pain and five would be very painful, okay?”  Soonyoung nodded.

You pressed lightly on Hoshi’s inner ankle and worked your way around to the outer ankle. The closer you got to the ball on Hoshi’s ankle, the more pain he felt.

“Alright, you’re definitely sprained. Can you walk at all?’

“Kind of,” Hoshi mumbled

“Kind of? You can barely walk! Jun and I had to practically carry you up the stairs.” Minghao had just entered the kitchen adjacent the living room.

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N, he just wants to seem tough in front of you.” Minghao continued

A light blush crept up on both your and Soonyoung’s face.

You ignored Minghao’s comment and addressed Hoshi directly.

“Hoshi, all I can I really prescribe you is pain killers, ice treatment, and rest. You need to stay off your foot as much as possible for at least 2 weeks.”

Hoshi demeanor immediately shifted from one of ease to severe distress.

“I’m really sorry about this, Hosh, but don’t worry; I’ll be here every day to take care of you and keep your mind off of your injury. Is that okay?”

Soonyoung’s mood was instantly lifted.

“Thanks, Y/N, I really appreciate this.”

For the next two weeks, you were Hoshi’s personal bedside nurse. Every day, you planned activities for him to do to distract him from the fact that he was unable to attend schedules and half of the rehearsals. One day you stole every pillow and blanket from the entire dorm and made a cozy little wonderland for you and Soonyoung in the living room. Another time, Hoshi sat on a stool in the kitchen and was the camera man for your new impromptu Chopped-esque cooking show, which Hoshi was your one and only viewer. Now, you and Hoshi were browsing twitter and talking to some of the fans.

A good portion of the posts was mainly “Oppa say hello to me!!11!” or “Hoshi I love you ♡X♡X”

“What about this one?” You pointed to the tweet that read: I think Hoshi would look really good with beauty makeup :)

“No. No way am I putting on that much makeup.”

Two minutes later, Hoshi was seated on the couch. You were seated on the armrest facing perpendicular Hoshi with your legs arching over his lap. Seated next to his lap was your small bag filled with basic essentials. After applying foundation, you began to lightly blend a warm neutral brown in the crease of Soonyoung’s eye.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Hoshi huffed.

“You know you can’t resist these charms. I always get whatever I want.” You playfully stuck your tongue out at Hoshi. He chuckled in reply. You continued working on Hoshi’s makeup but didn’t get very far when you suddenly felt something brush against the underside of your knee.  You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was just grabbing a loose string from your shorts. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me, I’m just super ticklish is all.”

“How ticklish is super ticklish?”

“On a scale of one ten, I’m probably at 100.”

“Really?” A mischievous smile blossomed onto Soonyoung’s face

“Don’t get any ideas~” before you could finish your sentence, Hoshi began mercilessly tickling you.

You were no match for Hoshi’s expert moves. You wiggled and squirmed every time Hoshi so much as breathed on you.

“Stop!” You wheezed. “I can’t— breathe— Hosh— please!”

You ended up falling off of the armrest and straight into Hoshi’s lap. Falling onto Hoshi is what ended the tickle attack. It wasn’t until you caught your breath did you realize how close you were to Hoshi. Your next thought was: he is so beautiful.

“Y/N,” Soonyoung whispered while looking at your lips.

“Don’t give me that look. I don’t know what I’ll do if you keep looking at me like that.”

“I was just thinking… what would happen if I kiss you?”

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?”

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. It is unclear who began to move first, all you know is Hoshi’s lips were millimeters, yet worlds away, from yours. Suddenly, the dream was shattered by the sound of a door unlocking.

“Hoshi, Nurse Y/N, we’re home!” Seungcheol called out as the other 12 members of Seventeen entered the dorm. You sprang up out of Hoshi’s lap and attempted to gain your composure.

“What have you guys been up— are you alright? Your faces are bright red,” Joshua asked with concern in his voice.

“We’re fine!” You and Soonyoung shouted simultaneously, which only deepened your scarlet cheeks.

“Hyung, what’s on your face?” Dino attempted to hide the amusement in his voice.

Hoshi glared at you, he cheeks still cherry red.

“A fan wanted to see Hoshi in full beauty makeup,” you muttered.

“Oh. Well, don’t let us stop you.” The heard of boys quickly dispersed into their rooms.

You immediately began removing your work from Soonyoung’s face. When you finished, the spell that was on the two of you earlier reappeared.  Hoshi, fearing that one of the members would walk in and ruin the moment again, planted a quick kiss on your lips.

“You call that a kiss?” Before Hoshi could reply, you cradled his face and gave him a real, deep kiss.

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