#seungcheol timestamp

[haowrld]

12:10 AM — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

notes : seungcheol x gn!reader, timestamp, fluff, established relationship, idol!au

word count : 0.3k words

warnings : food mentions, not proofread

a/n : im so bored rn…i didn’t even know what to write

MASTERLIST

you feel yourself nodding ever so slightly, trying to listen attentively to whatever choi seungcheol was rambling on about. the topic could be about his members—like how they pretty much annoy the hell out him, though you know in your heart he still loves them, or he could even just be rambling about work and how much he misses you, something that you find sweet of him.

but you were tired, very tired. plus the couch you two were sitting on was feeling real comfortable.

“you have to believe me when i tell you that i didn’t steal jihoon’s ramen, it was on him for it going missing.” seungcheol continues to rant about the latest issue, you don’t really remember what he was talking about.

“mhm…” you reply slow. you hug the throw pillow close to your chest as you continue to listen to seungcheol’s voice, which now sounded like a lullaby to you.

“why blame me when, lookie here, soonyoung would steal anything that he finds in his vicinity,” seungcheol sweeps up his hair and then looks at you, “don’t you think that’s a little unfair?” seungcheol gives you a sad look, like some sort of wet dog on the street.

you mumble something in response, not even knowing what you just said. seungcheol looks at you with slight concern on his face as your head quickly drops, making you jolt up, “i’m up! i’m up…”

“you tired..?” seungcheol takes your hand, his thumb caress your knuckles, it makes you relax.

“maybe..” you reply with a grin and seungcheol lets out a huff before chuckling, “i just want you to continue the story…”

“i can’t exactly do that without you tossing your head around like a ragdoll,” seungcheol immediately gets up from the couch looking at you with a tired grin, “and i think i am also getting pretty tired too so…”

seungcheol extends his hand, reaching it towards you. you sleepily take his and he gives your hand a little squeeze, “let’s get to bed, i don’t have any practice tomorrow so we’ll be able to talk more about it”

“mhm,” you take his hand before going to your shared bedroom, it was nice.

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[x0x0josephinex0x0]

a/n: my only explanation is that @cheolzip and i were talking and i lost my mind.

[23:42 pm]

you pitied all the people who’d never had the pleasure of being held by seungcheol.

this was a common feeling for you — you thought about it in the mornings when you awoke with his soft breath at the back of your neck and his arms around your waist, at midday when you missed the solidness and safety of him so much you could barely see straight, and at times like now, while your eyes drifted sleepily between open and closed as you trace unintelligible shapes on the bare skin of his waist just above his waistband under his sweatshirt. the world was so loud and demanding of you, but with cheol it all got quieter. through it all, he felt like peace.

even now, you remembered back to the time you’d whispered your deepest secret into the crook of his neck, cried some of your most bitter tears into his sweatshirt, and stuttered your first “i love you” not spoken to a blood relative into the curve of his collarbone. it was in this position that you realized he was the person you could say anything to, and it wouldn’t make any difference. sometimes he’d hold you tighter, and sometimes his own tears would mix with your own, but unlike anyone you’d ever known, you were absolutely positive he’d never leave.

“baby?” he whispers, cutting through the quiet of the room just before you open your mouth to speak.

“yeah, my love?” you mumble sleepily.

“you awake?”

“no,” you say, nuzzling closer into him, pleased when he gives you a comforting little squeeze.

he chuckles, and where your head rests on his chest you can feel the sound vibrating softly. he presses a kiss to your hairline. “i love you,” he says, his voice the only sound aside from the comforting hum of the overhead fan, and your mind catches hold on it just long enough to muster a response before you slip into a dream.

“i love you,” you sigh back.

[justkpopjokes]

[ 0 6 : 2 1 ]

“Come on baby, we’re going to be late,” Seungcheol mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“What if we just cancel today and stay in bed?” You whine, looking up to meet his tired eyes.

Seungcheol’s deep chuckles vibrate in his chest, a smile spreading on his face.

“Will another 10 minutes do?”

[heennnngggggarae]

2.45 PM

“Say it. Say you love me. I don't care if it's a lie - say it.”

“Cheol, you’re h-hurting me,” you wince at the grip he has on your arm, tightening so much you’re almost sure it’ll explode.

“Then say it! Say you love me, please… just say it,” His voice wavers at the end while he looks at you with desperation in his eyes. You almost say it if you didn’t remember what happened prior to this mess.

“I can’t, even if it's a lie” the instant you said that it was as if his world was shattered. It almost physically pains you how he looks down, tears streaking his face. His grip on your arm loosen as he slowly descends to his knees to the floor, shoulder shaking as he starts to sob. You’re starting to feel guilty even though all of this was fake.

"W-why?" he asked but he didn't continue. As his shoulder shakes, he sobs harder.

“I knew this would happen," You mutter to yourself.

"Minnie…” you said, slowly approaching him, and gently shaking his shoulder.

Seokmin sobs on the floor below you, hands slowly wrapping around his legs as he changes his position. You sighed before sitting in front of him.

The sounds of his sobs fills the room as you lift his head to look at you. You chuckled a little before hugging him. His sob getting muffled due to you pressing his head to your chest. 

“Okay, I got you, you’re okay,” You said as you stroke his back in a languid manner.

“Mmh mmf” his words came out muffled.

“Sorry, what?” you said as you back down a little.

“You're mean,” he said as he wiped the tears.

“I’m just acting out the script Min,”

Seokmin blushes before pouting again.

“It felt too real…” he said, voice trailing and getting softer in the end.

“I told you not to rehearse the line with me, you always get into the character too much and then I got into the character too and now we’re having a crying fest,” 

He frowned wanting to disagree, ‘I can control my emotions perfectly and not get into the character too much’ he thought but it happened more often than not, and he doesn’t really want to give you the satisfaction that you are right.

“I can’t help it, you’re a great actor, and it’ll help me memorize the line and what I should do in time for the shoot,”

You smile at his reasoning before shaking your head.

“Let’s take a rest then, hm? I want to order some pizza”

“Yeah, let’s do that”

(“Why does your character have to be named Seungcheol though? I felt like I was talking to Cheolie,” 

“The writer got a crush on him, I think. At least that’s what the rumor say,”

“Huh, that's kinda cute,”)

[fallminlove]

[01:45]

“Jeonghan!” You stopped to catch your breathe, “Why are you running?”

“Because it’s fun!!” The giddy boy responded two feet away from you in the park.

—

After you and Jeonghan have finished dinner and cleaned up, you both laid on the couch mindlessly scrolling on your phones. Jeonghan’s head was on your lap, you had one hand flicking away at the phone and the other softly combing through his dark brown hair.

“Love,” Jeonghan peeks from his phone to look at you, “let’s take a walk to the park.”

You cocked your head at this sudden plan, “I guess it will be nice to get out of the house for a bit, I don’t really wanna be a couch potato for the rest of the night”

Since the temperature difference from day and night is a little drastic, you grabbed a light jacket and walked hand in hand with Jeonghan.

The two of you didn’t talk as you made your way to the park. It’s a place that Jeonghan likes to visit on his nightly walks, probably because this was where he met you for the first time.

You’re just taking in the white noise of your surroundings — the slight breeze of night rustling through the leaves on the tree, the taps from your shoes as it meets the ground, and the light hums of rhythm coming from the boy in front of you.

His grip on your hand wasn’t too firm, but there was definitely affections to it as he’s slightly swinging your arm back and forth, using his thumbs to gently brush over yours.

As you both reached the entrance of the park you felt the grip on your hand loosen, “come and catch me! If you catch me I’ll give you a surprise!” Jeonghan giggles and starts running off into the park.

Now having your eyes on the prize, you ran after Jeonghan to catch up to him. The park just filled with sounds of giggling, whining, and lots of huffing to catch up your breathes.

Everytime you were just about to catch him, he speeds up or takes a turn. You stopped at your track to regain some air back in your lungs, admittedly, you were not prepared for this much physical exercise at night.

Jeonghan sees that you’ve stopped at your tracks and looked back at you, “love are you alright? Was I pushing a little too hard?” There was worry in his voice, but you saw this as the perfect opportunity to run up to him.

You made a full sprint towards Jeonghan that completely surprised him, you wrapped your arms around and pulled him in for a hug, “I’ve caught you,” you huffed, trying to catch your breathe for the second time, “what’s my surprise?”

Jeonghan smiles at you endearingly, you weren’t sure if it was the moonlight or the street lamps or both that enhances the sparkle that he had in his eyes for you. He cups your face in his hands before placing his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with passion and desire.

“I wanted to play hide and seek, hiding away my feelings just for you seek my heart. “

[sadnightforus]

[2:04 AM] Moving on from you was hard. 

 Still hard, and seeing you with someone else while he still thinks about you is even harder. 

 Sometimes, it’s almost comical that love makes him lose his mind like this. But here he is, pouring another bottle of wine into his glass as the light on his nightstand illuminates his bedroom now standing lonely. 

 Seungcheol knows he should leave you behind. But he can’t, not with the way that the image of your eyes staring right deep into his soul still serves as a mental image that he thinks back about every night before he lured himself to sleep with nothing but regret as the bed warmed by his side. 

 He has the tendency to overwork himself to death— you always tell him to take it easy. With you around, he did, but with you gone, the only way that he can proceed with his life normally is if he throws himself into work so that he won’t have time to entertain his heart of the ideas of ‘what if’s with you. 

 He always forgot to eat his meals on time whenever he was busy and he thinks that he didn’t die because you were the one to remind him of the food intake. But god, does it get harder to eat when you slip out of his life and he goes back to square one, with only the thoughts of you soothing his pain to stop all of his misery. 

 With each thought, the wine bottle soon becomes emptied and he pours another one and repeats the step all over again. 

 He doesn’t tell you this, and he hopes you won’t know it either. He has tried seeing other people but all he ended up seeing was a glimpse of you— he knows it’s selfish and it broke his heart a bit, thinking how much of a horrible man he is for leading people on. 

 He sometimes drive by your house. Or even change the usual route he usually takes for his work by driving on your street, just to see your house. But he doesn’t have the heart to face you and gradually, the amount of time he has done this has decreased, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. He even goes to both of your favorite restaurants in hope to run into you, but it seems like you never revisit after the breakup. 

 He has to move on, even if he’s feeling so weak and defeated. 

 His eyes glances over to the view outside of the city— it looks dull and there’s no warmth to the scenery at all, just how he has been feeling for months. His lips didn’t dare to speak, he lost his ability to really speak his mind a long time ago once you make your way out of his life. 

 He then takes the last sip of the wine before he realizes that he managed to finish 2 bottles for tonight. 

 Enough is enough. 

So, he collects the beverages and the wine stains glass, placing it into the sink as he lets the water run. He cleans it with a sigh, and doesn't ever bother to turn on the light either as the light provided from far away was enough for him.

 With a heavy heart, he has to force himself to step out of the kitchen, making his way to go back to rest. His palm then unlocks the door of his bedroom that he has previously left in the cold, with neither the nightstand lamp turned off nor the air conditioner still brewing of cold air that runs past his body. 

 He then gently lays himself onto his bed, trying to secure warmth with the blanket, eyes attempting to close on its own due to his intoxicated state as his head can only think of you and your new lover, heart now trembling in pain. 

 Tonight, he allows himself to miss you again, but tomorrow, he knows he has to move on. 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: been feeling a little angsty lately. inspired by one of bloo's songs.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

[chaniiverse]

Moments to save:

"hopelessly in love with you" you replied without hesitating. "and the urge to be with you always, to be happy when you are happy, to be sad when you are sad, to live in your world and for you to tell me what's on your wishlist, cause i wanna make it come true."

Honestly, loved every bit of this monologue (if ykyk). Loved how it referenced to Brina’s song because let’s be honest. I am the BIGGEST Sabrina fan out there. And this was also so fluffy and fun to read. I love this so much. Makes me wanna get back to writing lowkey :(

seungcheol+ lovingly staring into his eyes while sitting on his lap

warmth of winter masterlist

[1:49]

you and cheol were cuddled up in a fuzzy blanket with two cups of hot chocolate and some movie playing on the t.v. screen.

it was already snowing outside, so it called for the perfect opportunity for you to wear his hoodie. your mind had been distracted long ago from the movie playing, all you could think was about how lucky you were to find cheol and have cheol find you.

he knew you weren't paying any attention to the movie, as he felt a pair of eyes looking at him continuously for the past 30 minutes. "love, is there something you wanna tell me?" he asked slowly shifting his gaze from the screen towards you.

"no. why?" you said taking a sip of the hot chocolate but still maintaining the eye contact. "you've been staring at me for the past 30 minutes."

you giggled softly, keeping the cup on the coffee table and slowly climbing into his lap. he opened his hands and let you on his lap, you held his face in your (comparatively small) small hands and kissed him softly.

his smile, showing his dimples which tempted you to kiss his nose too. "what's up, baby?" he asked, still smiling.

you let go off his face but still kept lovingly staring into his eyes. "you're beautiful." you uttered softly.

he scoffs. "you're ridiculous" he mutters out, while tightening his hand's grip which was on your hip, to hold you close.

"i aint wrong, am i?"

he looks at you, not knowing what to say. "you are not wrong, love, but if i am beautiful, what does it make you?"

"hopelessly in love with you" you replied without hesitating. "and the urge to be with you always, to be happy when you are happy, to be sad when you are sad, to live in your world and for you to tell me what's on your wishlist, cause i wanna make it come true."

"i love you" he said with tears in his eyes.

"i love you too" you said pecking his lips.

[wc: 337 credits: @novelbear (prompt) and @sanaxo-o (beta reading]

[svt-luna]

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album ‘HAPPY BURSTDAY’ LISTENING SESSION ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album 'HAPPY BURSTDAY' LISTENING SESSION

synopsis: Join SEVENTEEN in this listening session for their 5th Album HAPPY BURSTDAY, filled with heartfelt reactions, behind-the-scenes stories, and playful moments you won’t want to miss.

wc: 7.3k

my family and i have been traveling lately, so i have been busy and haven’t been updating 😭 this is my little token for you, my loves because i simply couldn’t help myself! after watching this video, i knew you guys would love to see the members’ reaction to Luna’s solo song (i do too!!) however, this will be a shorter post because i will not be doing the entire video considering it won’t really change anything plot wise. i will, however, focus on their reaction to Luna’s solo song and Luna’s reaction to Jeonghan’s solo song + JeongNa crumbs because… JEONGNA FOREVER! anyway, happy reading my loves and see you soon!! 💖

oh! and! STREAM HAPPY BURSTDAY!

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt youtube

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

The studio was quiet, dimly lit with just enough warm light coming from the ceiling panels and computer screens. The equipment around the room gave off a soft hum— mixers, monitors, wires, a few glowing buttons here and there.

The desk in front of the dual monitors was packed, but not messy— everything had its place. There were folders open on the screens already, each one marked neatly with names, tracks, timestamps. The walls were padded, the soundproofing thick enough to make everything feel still. Even the air felt heavier somehow, in a good way.

Behind the desk, a long couch sat against the back wall. A little wrinkled from use. Some bottles of water, a blanket folded up at the side. It looked like a room meant for focus, not fun— but familiar enough that it didn’t feel stiff.

Woozi came in first.

He walked straight in, quiet, like this was just another Tuesday for him. He sat in the producer’s chair without a word, leaned forward, and immediately got to work. His hands went to the keyboard and mouse right away, clicking through files, setting things up. He wasn’t rushing, just moving like he already knew exactly where everything was. The screen lit up in front of him while he adjusted some sliders and cleaned up the timeline on one of the tracks.

It was calm. No chaos. Nothing like how Seventeen usually acted during variety shoots or Going Seventeen. The vibe here was completely different—serious, but not stiff. Comfortable. Like they all knew they could focus and just be themselves without the jokes flying every five seconds.

Then the door opened.

“Woozi!”

Dokyeom stepped in, his voice echoing a little in the quiet room. It broke the silence, but not in a bad way. Woozi answered with a small hum, still not looking up from the screen.

Dokyeom made his way to the couch and sat down, stretching out a little as he got comfortable. He looked around like he was expecting the others to follow soon— and he was right.

Not long after, the door opened again and Seungcheol walked in, holding a cup of coffee. He didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod as he passed by and took a seat by the end, close enough to keep an eye on everything. He looked chill. Focused. Like he was already settling into work mode without needing to talk much.

Then Dino and Hoshi came in together.

“Hello.” Dino said, soft but clear.

They both walked in like they knew exactly where they wanted to sit, not making a fuss. The room was starting to fill out slowly, like drops of water hitting a still surface one by one.

Minghao and Jun followed next. Quiet, calm, just sliding in and taking their spots. No one needed to say much. Everyone just kind of… settled in naturally.

Then came Joshua and Vernon.

“Hey, hey,” Joshua greeted as they walked in. Vernon nodded, tucking his earphones in his pockets.

People were sitting now— on the couch, on the chairs, leaning against the walls. It wasn’t packed yet, but the energy was shifting a little. More people, but still calm. Still grounded. It was a totally different kind of silence now— one where everyone was waiting for something to start, but not in a rush to get there.

Only twelve of them were present today.

Jeonghan and Wonwoo weren’t here. Still off doing their military service. No one really mentioned it out loud, but it was obvious. The space they left behind felt noticeable in its own quiet way.

“Hello!”

Seungkwan walked in with a burst of energy, like he hadn’t gotten the memo that the vibe in the room was chill. His voice bounced off the walls a little, but it didn’t bother anyone. It just made a few heads turn and smile without even meaning to.

“We just have Mingyu and Jiyeon left,” Woozi said from the desk, still focused on the screen but very aware of the room.

“We’re waiting for Mingyu and Jiyeon,” Seungcheol added, nodding.

“They were taking pictures outside,” Seungkwan said, throwing the two under the bus without hesitation.

A few quiet laughs. No one was surprised.

And then, a few minutes later, the door opened again.

Luna stepped in first, and Mingyu followed right behind her.

Both of them were wearing all black— Mingyu in a black turtleneck and matching pants, Luna in an oversized black jacket with the collar popped just slightly. And of course, they were both wearing sunglasses.

They didn’t mean to match. But they did. And they looked like they knew it.

“Hello,” Mingyu said first.

“Sorry we’re late,” he added right after, both of them still standing by the door for a second like they weren’t sure if they were walking into a meeting or a music video.

“Seungkwannie said you were taking photos, that’s why,” Seungcheol said, tone somewhere between teasing and scolding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu giggled, not even pretending to deny it.

“You two look cool,” Joshua chimed in, glancing over at their matching vibe.

“Why’d you think we were taking photos outside?” Luna smirked, making her way toward the couch without missing a beat.

She spotted an empty space at the other end, right in front of Seungcheol, and took a seat there like it had been saved for her. Mingyu pulled up a nearby chair, placed it next to her, and sat down with his arms crossed and a grin still stuck on his face.

Now they were all here.

Well— twelve of them.

And it was time to start.

Once everyone had found their spot and gotten comfortable, there was a small lull in the room. A few sips of coffee. Some minor adjusting in seats. Woozi tapped something on the keyboard, and the speakers gave off a soft, anticipatory hum.

“That means we’re all here now!” Dino suddenly said, his voice cutting through the calm with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

“We’re all here,” Joshua repeated with a relaxed nod, smiling a little as he leaned back into the couch.

“Everyone’s here now. So let’s hear our songs one by one.” Dino proposed, glancing around like he was cueing them into some sort of group agreement.

From the producer’s chair, Woozi spun his swivel chair around to face them. “We don’t need to listen to the group songs,” he said casually, arms folding in front of him like he was about to explain something technical.

“But we should… Or not? We’ve heard them a lot, right?” Seungkwan offered, head tilted like he was already second-guessing his own suggestion.

“‘THUNDER,’ ‘HBD,’” Woozi listed the group songs off-hand like they were groceries.

“We’ve practiced ‘THUNDER’ a lot,” Seungcheol muttered from the couch, which triggered a tiny chorus of agreement.

“We already know the group songs,” Luna chimed in, backing Woozi’s point.

“We’ve listened to those three so many times already,” Woozi added, looking at the screen again, clicking a few folders open as he spoke.

“Let’s listen to the solo songs!” Hoshi said brightly, like he’d just thought of it, despite everyone already agreeing.

“We’re going by the order of the track list,” Dokyeom offered, sounding like a kid volunteering to be line leader.

“Go by the track list,” Jun echoed quickly, probably just wanting to move things along before someone changed the plan.

“We have the track list order. We can follow that, or if anyone wants…” Woozi began, turning his chair slightly again— but before he could finish, everyone interrupted him.

“Let’s just follow the track list,” they said in a messy but enthusiastic chorus.

“How was the track list set up?” Hoshi asked curiously, eyebrows raised.

“The album… It’s just that’s it was put together based on vibes.” Woozi answered as he turned back to the monitor, scrolling with focused little flicks of the mouse.

“Then, first up is Minghao.” Woozi said, clicking into a new folder.

“I know,” Minghao chuckled nervously, shifting in his seat as the others immediately responded with a collective, dramatic “Ohhh” of excitement and praise.

To test the volume, Hoshi pressed play on their title track, and ‘THUNDER’ blasted through the studio speakers. The bass vibrated a little in their seats— strong but not too overpowering. Everyone blinked a little at the sudden noise.

“How loud do we want the sound?” Woozi asked, adjusting a knob as the thunderous intro echoed around the studio.

“This is perfect,” Luna said, casually running her hands through her hair.

“I think this is good,” Joshua agreed with a calm nod, his voice mellow under the music.

“I think we can make it louder,” Minghao said from his seat, and Woozi— without hesitation— turned the dial up just a touch.

“Okay!” they all said together like a kindergarten class with homework instructions.

“We’ll go with this volume,” Woozi confirmed, giving one last satisfying flick to the controls.

“The sound is great here,” Dokyeom added, head bopping a little like he was already feeling the beat.

“I’m feeling nervous,” Minghao laughed, suddenly standing up like the nerves caught up with him all at once.

“You’re getting up? Why?” Jun chuckled, watching his fellow member start to pace lightly near the front of the room.

“You’re so cute,” Luna giggled from her seat, watching Minghao with an amused grin as he waved his hands slightly, clearly trying to shake off the jitters.

“Then… let’s cut to the chase and go with Minghao!” Woozi announced from the desk.

“I’m so nervous too! It feels like a briefing!” Seungkwan blurted, fidgeting like he was preparing to present a PowerPoint in front of his boss.

“We’ll say the song title first and share our thoughts after listening to it,” Woozi instructed smoothly, already pulling up the first file.

“Then, that person can talk about the thought process behind the song,” he added, glancing around the room.

“Okay!” the members all nodded in unison, ready.

What followed was a surprisingly touching but still fun hour of music and reactions.

In the order of the track list, one by one, each member’s solo track played: Minghao’s ‘Skyfall’, Joshua’s ‘Fortunate Change’, Wonwoo’s ‘99.9%’, Seungkwan’s ‘Raindrops’, Hoshi’s ‘Damage’, Mingyu’s ‘Shake It Off’, Dokyeom’s ‘Happy Virus’, Woozi’s ‘Destiny’, Vernon’s ‘Shining Star’, Jun’s ‘Gemini’, and Dino’s ‘Trigger.’

Each time a song started, all heads turned toward the one who made it. And without fail, that person would let out a tiny nervous laugh, shoot up from their seat, and start pacing somewhere in the room like it was instinct. Some of them circled near the couches. Others just stood behind their chairs, arms crossed or playing with the hem of their shirts. There was something about hearing your own voice out loud in a room full of your members that made even the most confident of them squirm a little.

The upbeat songs made the studio feel like a quiet dance party. Heads bobbed in sync. Shoulders bounced slightly. Some members tapped their knees, while others mouthed along to hooks they were hearing properly for the first time. Luna, in particular, tapped her fingers on her thigh to the rhythm, fully zoned in but still smiling.

When a ballad came on, the vibe naturally shifted. Their bodies leaned back. Eyes softened. Some swayed gently with the melody, others simply sat still, taking it in with thoughtful expressions. A few even closed their eyes for parts of it, not dramatically— just to really listen.

The best part was right after each track ended. That moment where they all immediately turned to the member who made it, faces full of honest surprise and impressed smiles. Every single song was followed by a wave of compliments— some casual, some loud, some over-the-top and playful. Everyone got their moment to shine, and the energy never dipped once. After each round of praise, the member who made the song would take a breath and explain the thoughts behind it— why they wrote it, how it came to be, what it meant to them.

As the songs went on and people kept getting up, sitting down, and scooting closer to or away from the speakers, the seating arrangement kept changing. At some point, no one was in their original spot anymore. Some moved to stand up. Others switched chairs just to sit beside whoever’s song was next. Luna ended up on the armrest of the couch once, and Woozi practically became the DJ-slash-usher for the whole rotation. It wasn’t organized at all— but that was exactly what made it fun. The chaos was lowkey but constant.

By the end of Dino’s track, only three songs remained.

Jeonghan’s.

Luna’s.

And Seungcheol’s.

The room settled a little again. The air wasn’t heavy— just expectant. They all sat, glanced around at each other, and got ready to keep going.

After Dino’s track finished, Seungcheol looked over at Woozi.

“Is Jeonghan next?” he asked.

“Next up is Jeonghan,” Woozi confirmed.

With that, Luna tucked her legs up on the sofa, wrapping her arms around Seungcheol’s neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her arm, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes without saying a word.

“Jeonghan’s song is great,” Dokyeom said, nodding.

“The song is called ‘Coincidence’,” Woozi added.

“We have both coincidence and connection,” Minghao mused.

“Destiny,” a chorus corrected him.

“Oh, it’s destiny,” Minghao said, chuckling.

Woozi clicked a few buttons, and the room filled with the soft, angelic voice of Jeonghan.

What if we had just decided to remain friends ~

How nice it would have been if we hadn’t made eye contact ~

The melody was gentle, a ballad that wrapped around the listeners like a warm blanket. Luna closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into Seungcheol’s side. He patted her arm, understanding the emotions she was feeling.

I’m just saying it’s all coincidence. I need to prepare my heart ~

But on that long day, in that long heart. It’s not our fault ~

The members sat in silence, each absorbing the song in their own way. Some closed their eyes, others swayed gently to the rhythm. A few who had heard the song before mouthed the lyrics, their expressions soft and reflective.

Just like the day we met by chance, we just left by chance ~

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

Luna remained still, her thoughts drifting to the time when Jeonghan had explained the song’s meaning to her. It wasn’t just about his goodbye before his military service; it was a reflection of a period in their past when things had been uncertain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry ~

You’ll definitely hate me ~

Hate in eyes full of love ~

She remembered the year they had barely spoken, the awkwardness that had settled between them after she had drunkenly confessed her feelings and he had gently turned her down. They had moved past it, grown closer, and now were planning a future together, but the memories still lingered.

One drop, and another drop ~

I didn’t want that ~

The room remained quiet, the song’s gentle melody filling the space. The members respected the moment, understanding the depth of emotion behind the lyrics. They knew the story, had witnessed the journey, and now shared in the reflection.

But just like the day we met by chance ~

We also left by chance ~

As the song continued, Luna felt a mix of emotions. There was sadness for the time they had lost, gratitude for the love they had found, and hope for the future they were building.

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

The moment Jeonghan’s final note faded into silence, a weight hung in the room— not heavy, not oppressive, but lingering like the scent of rain after a storm. Heads were bowed, a few members exhaled quietly, and no one dared speak too soon, as if disrupting the stillness would undo the softness that Jeonghan’s voice had painted across the air.

And then, from the sofa, Luna finally shifted.

She sat up slowly, unfolding her legs and pulling away from Seungcheol’s shoulder, her voice soft but sure as she murmured, “It’s beautiful.”

Heads turned her way. She didn’t flinch under the eyes, didn’t shrink from the weight of the song she had carried with her far longer than most. There was something in her eyes that stayed shadowed— nostalgia, understanding, and maybe, a quiet ache that still surfaced despite the years that had passed.

“Did Woozi write it?” Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting gently through the quiet.

“Woozi did,” Dokyeom answered immediately, leaning forward as though proud to be able to confirm it.

“Jeonghan did a great job singing it,” Joshua chimed in, nodding thoughtfully.

Seungkwan, who had been swaying moments ago, added with a playful shrug, “Seriously, he kind of like… awakened.”

“So, he recorded it before he left?” Hoshi asked, glancing toward the speakers, as if Jeonghan might pop out of one and confirm it himself.

“Yes, he did,” Woozi nodded, already preparing to explain. “It was done a while ago.”

He shifted forward in his seat, propping one arm on his knee as his fingers gestured unconsciously, his producer mind already back in the studio.

“Jeonghan actually had this idea years ago,” Woozi began, voice slow, thoughtful. “He wrote some lines. Just a couple. They were tucked into his notes, probably forgotten until we were finalizing this album. He showed them to me and just said, ‘I had this idea back then… it was just something I wrote during a weird time.’”

The members listened quietly, nodding at intervals. Seungcheol leaned his chin on his fist, while Mingyu sat unusually still, lips pressed into a line. Luna started shifting on her seat, her nails all of a sudden so interesting to her. Even Vernon, who had been fiddling with his hoodie string earlier, now sat with his hands folded, focused entirely on Woozi’s words.

“So I picked it up from there,” Woozi continued. “I wanted to build it around what he was feeling at the time, what he couldn’t say directly. Jeonghan really helped me with it. He was involved in the whole structure of the melody, the tone… we were careful about every word.”

He paused. His gaze drifted for a second, as though replaying all the studio sessions in his head.

“It’s the story of a man who’s saying goodbye,” Woozi said. “When I thought about what could really represent who Jeonghan is…”

He trailed off, chewing on the next thought, then chuckled lightly before continuing.

“He can be very mischievous,” he said, “but he’s also very sentimental. I imagined he’d be the kind of person who would part ways in a lighthearted way. Like he’s brushing it off.”

A few of the members smiled at that, knowingly. Jun quietly nudged Minghao in the side. Hoshi stifled a laugh. Everyone knew exactly the version of Jeonghan Woozi was talking about.

“Just like, ‘How us meeting was just a coincidence’ and ‘us parting ways is also a coincidence.’ He takes that attitude,” Woozi explained, “but… it all comes from the thought that he wants the other person to be less hurt. And he wants himself to be less hurt.”

There was a moment of stillness.

“Right,” Luna muttered under her breath, so quietly it almost slipped past unnoticed.

But the members heard it. Her tone was soft— not defeated, not sad— but tender. A kind of agreement that held far more history than anyone in the room could truly speak to.

“That kind of thoughtfulness is at the base of it,” Dokyeom nodded in quiet understanding.

“I wanted that to be portrayed by the lyrics as I wrote them,” Woozi said, more gently now.

“It really suits Jeonghan,” Dokyeom added, glancing toward the speakers again, as if to see his hyung there.

And still, Luna said nothing more. She stared ahead, fingers gently tracing over the fabric of her top, her eyes glassy yet dry.

The members gave her occasional side-eyes— not teasing, not pitying— but knowing. They didn’t need to say anything. They knew. She paid them no mind, not out of defiance, but because she was somewhere else entirely.

She was in the memory of that one summer where everything had cracked quietly between her and Jeonghan, where her confession over drinks had led to a soft rejection, and where months of silent tension had followed. They’d been civil on camera, awkward off it. She remembered thinking, this is it— there’s no going back from this. And yet… somehow, they did.

They rebuilt.

They grew.

They healed.

But even now, with wedding plans quietly blooming between them, those days still pulled at the corners of her heart. Not in regret, but in memory of how fragile things once were.

And it wasn’t lost on the others. Because even if the song was “just” a track on their album, even if Jeonghan had recorded it long before he packed his bags and bid them goodbye for now— it wasn’t just a song to them.

It was a window.

And Luna had already lived inside it.

“Okay!” Woozi suddenly clapped his hands, slicing through the thoughtful air that had settled over the group like fog. The energy in the room shifted instantly, like someone had cracked open a window. Everyone’s eyes turned toward him, blinking out of their contemplative daze.

“To change the tone completely,” Woozi began, already grinning as he leaned back and clasped his hands together, “Jiyeonie with her solo song— ‘Damn Right.’”

“‘Damn Right’!” Dokyeom echoed, voice bursting with excitement as he turned toward Luna, eyes wide like he’d just been called to join a surprise party.

“Is it my turn already?” Luna asked, her voice gentle but tinged with nerves. She smiled shyly as all eyes turned to her now.

“Damn right it is,” Joshua added smoothly in English, delivering it with such perfect comedic timing that Luna burst into a wider grin at his pun.

“Oh! ‘Damn Right’!” Hoshi cheered, springing slightly in his seat like the name alone hyped him up.

Luna stood from her seat slowly.

“I understand now why you guys were standing up,” she deadpanned, gesturing loosely to them, clearly trying to keep her nerves down with humor. Her chuckle was slightly breathy.

“Nervous?” Seungcheol asked with a low chuckle, eyeing her carefully.

“I feel like throwing up,” Luna replied flatly.

The room exploded with laughter, a few of them even leaning into each other as they cackled.

“I’m so curious,” Seungkwan said, leaning forward eagerly, practically bouncing. “None of us have heard it, right?”

“Except Woozi-hyung,” Hoshi pointed out, squinting at Woozi suspiciously. “He’s been smug all week.”

“I’m not smug,” Woozi muttered, already turning to the laptop. “I’m proud.”

Luna exhaled and sat back down, her hands instantly wrapping around her legs and tucking them close. “What do I do?” she squealed into Seungcheol’s sleeve as she leaned into him, her voice rising in pitch with pure panic.

Seungcheol chuckled, patting her legs gently. “Just sit. Breathe. It’s too late to run away now.”

And with that, the song began.

The moment the first smooth notes slid through the speakers, the mood in the room did a complete one-eighty.

A velvet bassline melted into slow, sensual drums— groovy, sultry, but polished. The production melded old-school 90s R&B with slick modern touches, creating a sound that was both nostalgic and fresh. There was a confident swagger in the instrumentation, subtle harmonies gliding beneath Luna’s voice as she laid down the opening lines like warm silk on skin.

Popped up on you solo on my lonely shit ~

You didn’t even know the type time I was on ~

“Ohhh…” Mingyu murmured, slowly nodding his head like he just took a sip of something dangerously smooth.

Told ya, “Hop in on the left side”, rode the ship ~

Now you’re struggling to keep your eyes on the road ~

Vernon let out a soft laugh. “She’s insane for that.”

And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé ~

Putting that good work in like a fiancé ~

“BOOM!” Seungkwan slapped the couch cushion before smirking at Luna,“Who could that possibly be?!”

Luna was hugging her knees now, looking like she was about to combust.

Finish line was gold, better go ahead and lend me them keys to the condo ~

I’m like Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

“Oh!” Seungkwan stood up with a sudden wave of energy, hips already swaying.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

His arms rose like a graceful balloon dancer, and he let his hips roll smooth and deliberate, as if possessed by the spirit of a belly dancer from a luxury cruise.

He danced toward Luna dramatically, his arms twirling like flower petals caught in a wind tunnel. She stared at him in disbelief, laughing helplessly.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, brows raised in faux horror.

“It’s this dance,” he replied seriously, continuing to swirl his hips like his life depended on it.

Luna let out a squeaky laugh before giving in. She stood up briefly, copying his movements with a half-hearted spin of her own before playfully smacking Seungkwan’s arm and sitting back down in defeat.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, cheeks pink but laughing.

Smooth, I move how I move ~

Please, don’t interrupt me, let me do what I do ~

By now, all of them were unconsciously moving. Even Vernon, who usually sat composed, was gently tapping his hand on his knee to the beat.

“This song is making me move like this,” Dokyeom confessed mid-hip sway, completely in his seat.

Got my boo gassed up but I can still take him higher ~

High up to the sky up, higher than a tower ~

“Right?” Seungkwan and Hoshi both said in unison, still dancing as if they were hypnotized by the groove.

Lotte that it’s a getaway, yeah, overseas any day, yeah ~

I can take your pain away, yeah, ooh ~

“Oh, she’s bragging now,” Joshua muttered with a smile, one eyebrow raised as he crossed his legs.

You can be my cameraman, put the phone on the stand ~

Do what no else can, ooh ~

“Who are you talking about, Jiyeonie?” Jun asked as he smirked at her as if he didn’t know the answer.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that ~

Yeah, I did ~

By now, half the room was on their feet. The rest swayed or tapped, heads nodding, shoulders rolling with the music, all synchronized by instinct alone.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

The last echo faded, the beat slowing until it was a whisper, then silence.

It was over.

The room was silent for a beat—one long, suspended moment where everyone just blinked at the speakers, processing what they had heard. Then, like a dam breaking, a wave of applause and hollering erupted.

“YAHHHHHH!” Seungkwan practically screamed, his hands flying into the air. “YAAAAH! THAT’S OUR LUNAAA!”

Hoshi jumped to his feet, clapping wildly like he was trying to summon fire. “AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE!!! Did you hear that??? DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

“WOOO!” Dokyeom let out a full-on football coach yell, standing up just to spin in a circle from pure hype.

Mingyu was already halfway off the couch, both hands clapping so fast he looked like a human metronome. “Lu-Lu-ya! The vocals?! The swag?! Hello?!”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay,” Seungcheol said, laughing and motioning everyone to settle, though he was clearly just as hyped. “That was… DAMN. That was clean.”

Joshua turned to Luna, eyes gleaming. “That was so YOU. But also like… new you. Elevated you.”

“Amazing,” Jun said reverently, hands pressed together like he was about to deliver a TED Talk. “That was what they meant when they said, ‘She’s not a singer, she’s an experience.’”

“I’m gonna need a minute,” Minghao muttered, waving his hand in front of his face like he was fanning off smoke. “I think the track just flirted with me.”

“Dude, that was sick,” Vernon added solemnly.

“Thank you,” Luna just hugged her legs tighter, hiding her burning face, though the proud grin she wore betrayed her completely.

Woozi finally sat forward, brushing imaginary lint off his knees before turning to the group with a calm pride that made it clear he’d been holding it in the entire time.

“This was all Jiyeon,” he said, nodding at her. “She wrote and produced it.”

The reaction was instantaneous.

“Amazing?!” Dokyeom shouted.

“Oh you’re insane,” Mingyu said, pointing at Luna. “She’s dangerous. Don’t let the sweet smile fool you!”

Luna, still laughing with her hands covering half her face, waved Woozi off and shook her head.

“No, it’s not only me,” she said, pointing at him. “Z helped me as well.”

Woozi shrugged, but the grin tugging at his lips gave him away. He tried to sip water calmly, but everyone already saw the fond, smug glint in his eye.

Once the cheers finally settled and most of the members flopped back into their seats with lingering grins and murmurs of “that was so good,” all eyes naturally turned to Luna.

She sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge it anymore, and straightened up in her seat.

“So…” she began slowly, brushing her hair behind her ears. “I wanted to do something different. Something I haven’t done yet. Something I know I’ll be good at. And… something I know the fans will like to see me do.”

The members leaned in a bit, nodding along. Some still looked half-shocked that she was even capable of sounding like a full-blown R&B queen.

“So I did R&B,” Luna continued, her tone smooth but light, slipping into the rhythm of explaining like she’d practiced in front of a mirror once or twice. “Specifically, very early 2000s R&B.”

“Wahhh!” Seungkwan clapped.

Luna nodded. “I wanted to do something very smooth and sexy. But not like, ‘Look at me! I’m hot!’ sexy— although that’s valid,” she said with a playful smirk that got a wave of laughter.

“I mean sexy in the way where… nothing’s more attractive than being confident, right?” she added, her voice settling into something honest but still light, still playful. “Being proud to brag about the things you’ve achieved, the things you’ve been blessed with, and the things you worked hard for.”

A beat.

“That’s the sexy I was going for.”

“Right,” Minghao whispered, nodding solemnly.

“That can be printed on a shirt,” Vernon muttered.

“Can I brag about you then?” Seungkwan blurted. “Because I feel sexy doing it.”

Luna just covered her face again as the room began buzzing with new praise, a mix of teasing and awe, the energy bright and loud and glowing— like her track, like her.

Luna had barely managed to peek from between her fingers when the chaos truly began.

Seungkwan, eyes wide with mischief and mouth already halfway curved into a devilish grin, suddenly stood up with the dramatic flair of someone about to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance. He took a breath, lifted his chin, and burst into song with the one line that had clearly imprinted on his brain like a permanent tattoo.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé. Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” he belted out, voice sharp with flair and pure camp.

He didn’t just sing it— he performed it. One hand whipped his imaginary hair dramatically while the other held a fake mic. He strutted in front of Luna like he was on the Victoria’s Secret runway, hips swinging with every syllable, his eyes locked on hers like she was the final boss in a dance-off.

Luna blinked up at him in disbelief before slowly breaking into a knowing smile, one that screamed, I knew this was coming. She didn’t stop him— she didn’t even try. She just leaned back, covered her face again, and laughed helplessly.

That was all it took.

As if a signal had been fired, Dokyeom and Hoshi sprang up from their seats like synchronized swimmers trained in chaos.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé!’” Dokyeom joined in, his falsetto dramatic as he twirled once and pointed at Luna like he was in a cheesy 2000s music video.

“‘Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” Hoshi added, sliding into frame with a shoulder shimmy that would’ve made anyone proud.

And just like that— it was BSS mode: activated.

The three of them circled Luna like a musical wolfpack, each delivering the iconic line like it was the chorus to a national anthem.

“Fiancé!”

“Fiancé!!”

“FIANCÉ!!!”

They were practically harmonizing it now, the word echoing through the room as they pointed at her repeatedly, their faces twisted into exaggerated, knowing smirks. Every time they said it, they dragged it out longer, louder, more obnoxious.

“‘PUTTING THAT GOOD WORK IN—’”

“‘LIKE A—’”

“‘FIANNNNCÉEEEEEEE!!!’”

The rest of the members were howling. Joshua had fallen sideways on the couch, wheezing. Dino was physically holding Mingyu back from joining because they both knew one more would tip Luna into combustion. Jun was clapping like a seal at an aquarium, absolutely delighted. Even Woozi had given up pretending to be chill, his head tilted back with a quiet, tired laugh.

Luna, for her part, was red. Not pink. Red. She had fully buried her face into her palms and was now making a muffled whimper scream sound that only someone utterly defeated by embarrassment could produce.

“What is wrong with you people?!” she cried into her hands. “You’re all insane!!”

“WE’RE CELEBRATING YOUUUU!” Seungkwan defended mid-dance.

“AND YOUR FIANCÉEEE!” Hoshi chimed in, finger guns blazing.

“JEONGHANNIE-HYUNG IS PROUD!” Dokyeom yelled toward the ceiling like it was a spiritual message.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” Luna groaned, though the smile on her face said otherwise.

Realizing she had to escape before they broke into a remix, Luna suddenly sat upright, spun toward Woozi, and blurted, “Cheollie’s song is next right!”

It came out so fast and loud, it was the most obvious topic shift in the history of mankind.

The room exploded in fresh laughter. Hoshi collapsed backward onto the couch, giggling like he’d just been blessed. Vernon was shaking his head. Minghao smirked knowingly.

“Look at her tryna change the subject,” Seungcheol said from across the room, biting back a grin.

“Wah! Last song! Z…” Luna said, calling Woozi like she was summoning a lifeline. She turned to him with the most desperate version of mock-exasperation in her tone. “Go play it quickly.”

Woozi blinked once, then gave the smallest, smug smirk before nodding. “Alright. S.Coups’ ‘Jungle.’”

As soon as the first beat dropped, the room snapped into a different rhythm.

Luna released a breath like she’d just escaped a battlefield. “Finally,” she whispered under her breath as the opening synth washed over them.

The vibe shifted. Heads started nodding. Shoulders moved in slow sync. The members gradually leaned back in their seats or got up to bounce subtly to the beat. All eyes now turned toward Seungcheol as the deep bass kicked in.

Luna took the opportunity to melt into the couch again, finally out of the spotlight, sipping her water like it was wine after war. No more “fiancé” chants. No more exaggerated pointing. Just Seungcheol’s low, commanding voice taking over the room.

They listened.

They bopped.

They danced.

As the final track played out, they eased into a calm, content rhythm. Seungcheol shared a few humble remarks about the song— its darker vibe, its layered lyrics, the experimental direction. Woozi followed up with some closing thoughts, nodding proudly at each member as he recapped how personal each track was, how unique each story had been.

And with that, the listening session came to a warm, chaotic, and completely unforgettable close.

comments…

@/bunniecouple_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED AN HOUR LONG LISTENING SESSION 🥹 THEY ARE INSNAE FOR THIS!

@/lunababybae • 3 hours ago ╰ I NEED THE GOV’T TO DECLASSIFY JEONGHAN’S SONG RIGHT NOW. WHO BROKE HIM. WHO. TELL ME.

@/gyuccibabe • 3 hours ago ╰ i just KNOW Luna was holding back tears listening to Hannie’s song… you can literally see it in her eyes 56:25 ok i am not okay.

@/soonducksupremacy • 3 hours ago ╰ “LIKE A FIANCÉ!!!” BSS chanting that like a pagan ritual while Luna hides in her hands is peak entertainment 😭😭😭

@/caratforever_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ no bc why did Mingyu and Luna come in glowing and Seungkwan ratted them out IMMEDIATELY 😭😭 bro is tired of them

@/cheolspopularity • 3 hours ago ╰ we really got a whole album of 14 different genres and they ALL HIT??? who gave them the right to be this versatile

@/urjeonghanismytype • 3 hours ago ╰ JEONGHAN’S SONG GOT ME LYING FACE DOWN IN THE DIRT. WHY DID IT HURT. WHY DID IT SOUND SO SPECIFIC. WHAT KIND OF GOODBYE? WAS IT TO LUNA????

@/ilovemybossboyfriend • 3 hours ago ╰ LUNA’S SONG WAS JUST HER FLEXING HER CAREER, HER ACHIEVEMENTS, HER LIFE, HER MAN, HER RING, HER INCOME… YES MOTHER GO OFF

@/seventeencaratfiles • 3 hours ago ╰ ok but what if Jeonghan’s song IS about a certain Cold War… 😭

@/min9yupls • 3 hours ago ╰ i’m sorry i’m STILL not over luna pointing at woozi like “no. he helped me too.” she’s such a humble baddie i’m crying

@/vernonearth • 3 hours ago ╰ Dino’s song was SO GOOD like his maturity and his vocals?? yes baby you better devour 🥹

@/jeongnacore • 3 hours ago ╰ the way the camera KEPT cutting to Luna during Jeonghan’s song and the OTHER MEMBERS were GLANCING AT HER i felt like i was watching a live documentary

@/xuwenzhoufanaccount • 3 hours ago ╰ wonwoo and jeonghan NEED TO BE RETURNED TO SVT IMMEDIATELY!

@/thatonegurlcarat • 3 hours ago ╰ Luna’s song sounded like a diss track to every girl who thought they had a chance with jeonghan 😭😭😭 and i SUPPORT IT. damn right she did that.

@/thesassycaratclub • 3 hours ago ╰ luna: sings about her man BSS: chants “fiancé” like a cult me: throws phone at wall in love

@/kimbokju’sroommate • 3 hours ago ╰ THE FACT THAT I COULD TELL HOSHI WAS WAITING FOR A REASON TO DANCE TO THAT FIANCÉ LINE… HE POUNCED 😭

@/joshushushu • 2 hours ago ╰ joshua’s solo was like a warm blanket and a hug and then right after that JEONGHAN STABBED ME IN THE CHEST WITH HIS LYRICS

@/zzznanaaaa • 2 hours ago ╰ ok but do you think jeonghan wrote that song DURING the cold war with luna or AFTER???? bc the pain was past tense but the delivery??? THAT WAS RECENT

@/cheoliebiceps95 • 2 hours ago ╰ SEUNGCHEOL’S ‘JUNGLE’ GOT ME SWINGING THROUGH MY PROBLEMS. IT ATE. IT STOMPED. LEADER OF THE LEADERS

@/bssnation • 2 hours ago ╰ can’t believe dk, hoshi and seungkwan turned into a whole flash mob just to bully jiyeon 😭😭😭 AND THEY DID IT IN HARMONY TOO!!!

@/softforzi • 2 hours ago ╰ woozi being proud of everyone else’s tracks like the musical dad he is 🥺 he rlly be building svt from the ground up again

@/seoulcitycarat • 2 hours ago ╰ 00:30 Luna and Mingyu seriously walk in with matching outfits and matching grins only to be ratted out by Kwanie 🤣

@/princesscheollie • 2 hours ago ╰ “last song! z… go play it quickly” luna i love u but that panic shift was so loud i felt secondhand embarrassment 😭

@/junhuiwinked • 2 hours ago ╰ JUN’S SONG WAS SO GOOD I HAD TO STEP OUTSIDE AND BREATHE. he’s too powerful. send help.

@/bugsbunnycore • 2 hours ago ╰ BSS HAVE RUINED THE WORD “FIANCÉ” FOR ME I CAN’T EVEN HEAR IT WITHOUT DOING THE STUPID DANCE THEY WERE DOING 🙃

@/gyuluna2000 • 2 hours ago ╰ Luna’s “something I KNOW I’ll be good at” confidence was so powerful I felt my problems disappear with her certainly 😫

@/dkwonangel • 2 hours ago ╰ Dokyeom really out here singing his HEART OUT and still found time to tease Luna 😭 our multi-talented king

@/ashonashonash • 2 hour ago ╰ someone mentioned 2018 JeongNa Cold War and i haven’t stopped shaking since. THEY WERE SMILING FOR CAMERAS AND IGNORING EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME! THAT WAS AN ERA!! YOU JUST HAD TO BE THERE

@/nochuwooziii • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeon said she wanted to do something “smooth and sexy”? yeah she succeeded too well now i need to go to church

@/s.coupswife_fvr • 1 hour ago ╰ i am so normal about this album (i say as i scream into a pillow and cry in seventeen languages)

@/fandom_moments • 1 hour ago ╰ THE MEMBERS WERE DOING THOSE SIDE GLANCES AT LUNA DURING JEONGHAN’S SOLO AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 😭 they KNOW something yall

@/tangerinechoi • 1 hour ago ╰ THE VARIETY, THE RANGE, THE TALENT. HOW DID THEY PUT OUT A WHOLE ALBUM AND NOT MISS ONCE??? TALENT.

@/choi_chwe17 • 1 hour ago ╰ JeongNa Cold War 🚬 🚬 🚬I haven’t heard those words in a while 🚬🚬🚬

@/hyunglineenthusiast • 1 hour ago ╰ THIS ALBUM MIGHT END ME 🫠

@/jjongslilsecret • 1 hour ago ╰ 1:00:00 yes ma’am, damn right she did that.

@/zzzrrah • 1 hour ago ╰ this was more than a listening party this was a telenovela and I NEED THE NEXT EPISODE RIGHT NOW.

@/jjeonghanismytherapist • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeonie tearing up to Jeonghan’s song and then flexing about him in HER song is such a real relationship dynamic. i love that for them.

@/boo_slapped_me • 1 hour ago ╰ if i had a nickel for every time bss emotionally terrorized Luna live on camera… i’d have like 4 nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s WEIRD THAT IT’S HAPPENED THAT MANY TIMES.

@/lemonadegyu • 1 hour ago ╰ no bc how is jeonghan gonna drop a sad boi ballad and luna responds like “anyway here’s me snatching your fave and looking hot doing it” 💅🏻 DAMN RIGHT SHE DID THAT

@/dokyeomdoyouhearme • 1 hour ago ╰ WHO LET THEM COOK. WHO. THE ALBUM SLAPS TOO HARD. I’M NOT EVEN MAD. JUST DIZZY.

@/iluvjeonghanniee • 1 hour ago ╰ “putting that good work in like a fiancé” — OK BAE JIYEON YOU WIN. YOU WIN FOREVER. DAMN RIGHT YOU DID THAT.

@/notmecryinglol • 1 hour ago ╰ i’m sorry but that was not a song. that was a PUBLIC DECLARATION OF POSSESSION. luna said “he’s mine, try again next life.” damn right she did that 🤭

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[wonusite]

Cat and Mouse

❝ Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily. ❞

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

GENRE: bad boy au, smut

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: bad boy!wonwoo, allusions of illicit activities, descriptions of minor injuries, wonwoo is down HORRENDOUS, reader is in denial about her feelings, our bad boi is soft for one (1) person, mutual pining, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, mating press, aftercare

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A/N: here’s a little something to celebrate one year with this blog. very grateful to all my followers and mutuals who’ve made this past year amazing! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Wonwoo glares at his phone, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

It’s been a week. An entire fucking week without hearing from you. He knew he should’ve ignored Jihoon’s calls and stayed in bed with you that night, but when he sent a message saying the entire crew needed to be there, he couldn’t ignore it. Now, he really wishes he would have.

The night he spent with you was the most incredible of his life, and now he might never relive it because he left in a haste, only leaving you with a brief kiss and a promise to come back.

“You still torn up over that sweet lil’ thing from that flower shop?” Seungcheol's voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now.

“That’s Shua’s girl, dumbass.”

Being on the receiving end of that mean tone and angry glare doesn’t faze Seungcheol in the slightest. In fact, it only causes his infamous smirk to get wider. To see the stoic Jeon Wonwoo acting up over a girl is not only a rarity, but it’s also really fucking funny. That’s why he can’t resist pushing Wonwoo’s buttons further.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Seungcheol cackles. “Guess you better hurry up and help us finish this shit. Her shift ends soon.”

Wonwoo can feel his irritation near that boiling point he could usually avoid. Of course Seungcheol knows about your schedule. That asshole has the annoying habit of knowing everything about anyone who is even the tiniest bit associated with the crew. Sure, it’s for precautionary reasons, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Nonetheless, Wonwoo focuses on the task at hand so he can catch you before you leave work.

Jeon Wonwoo is the bane of your existence.

From the moment he first came around with that stupidly attractive smirk of his, your life was never the same. And now that you fucked him, it never will be again.

Giving into your carnal desires isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but getting mixed up with the likes of Jeon Wonwoo definitely is. Despite not knowing all of the grimy details, you know he’s bad news. You can see all the red flags clearly—the people he hangs around, all the fights he gets in, and the tattoos littering his body. And yet, none of those warning signs mattered now or when Wonwoo was ravishing you in a way that still made your toes curl just by thinking about it.

Maybe the worst part of it all is that you can’t get the resident bad boy out of your head, or the way he held you after you two had sex. It’s like you can still feel how he nuzzled into your neck, strong arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let you go. Part of you hopes that he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t had some urgent business to take care of. It’s a dangerous thought, but even so you can’t help but crave that uncharacteristically sweet side of him that he presumably only showed you.

A displeased sigh comes out of you as you gather your things to go home. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop thinking about Wonwoo, but to think that you’re actually pining over him even though he literally disappeared after your night together is—

“Y/N left already.”

It’s Mingyu’s voice you hear at first, and it makes you stop in your tracks. You wonder who could be asking for you until you hear someone answer him. It feels like your heart is going to jump out of your chest when you hear a familiar deep voice that has your stupid pussy clenching in anticipation.

“Alright. Thanks.”

You peek out from the back when you hear the door chime. It’s annoying that your chest tightens when you see a set of wide shoulders draped in a leather jacket walking toward the large motorcycle parked outside. The way your mind goes blank yet is also clogged with nothing but thought of Wonwoo is infuriating. You don’t realize you’re pouting at the exit until Mingyu jumps back in shock at seeing your sulking figure.

“Y/N what– I thought you left!” He says, vaguely gesturing behind him. “You just missed your boyfriend! I think he wanted to take you home—”

“Boyfriend?” You interrupt him, not entirely angry or disgusted that your coworker had referred to Wonwoo as such.

Mingyu furrows his eyebrows. “Yeah? The scary dude with the leather jacket that comes in here all the time just to see you. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

It’s almost mortifying that your sweet but oblivious coworker can tell that there was something going on between you and the resident bad boy. And yet, there’s also a part of you that likes the fact that Wonwoo is so obvious about his feelings. You don’t know what to make of these conflicting emotions that you can’t seem to shake, and seeing Wonwoo (even just the back of him) didn’t help you find the clarity you so desperately need.

“Well, even if he’s not, he definitely wants to fuck you.” Mingyu says with a wink as he brushes past you to check on the pastries he had put in the oven ten minutes ago.

You wonder how he would react if you told him that Wonwoo already has.

Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever. You’re good at it, he’ll give you that (even if he can see right through your every method).

It’s funny that you actually change your off days and regular working hours just to avoid seeing him and throw him off, which it does—at first. He knows you haven’t quit because Josh mentioned seeing you at the bakery when he went to buy the love of his life a cake for her birthday. This is confirmed when he goes to see for himself the next day.

Maybe you don’t realize Wonwoo can see you run to the back through the large glass windows when you hear his motorcycle, but either way he thinks it’s funny. Actually, it’s hilarious because soon enough you were going to give into him like before.

Meanwhile, you feel like a mouse being preyed on by a sly cat—one that’s toying with you before he finally catches you. Avoiding Wonwoo had been easy at first, but now you’re starting to wonder if he had let it seem easy.

“Babydoll.”

You almost drop a tray of croissants when you hear a familiar deep voice calling for you. The way you whip around with a gaping mouth must be hilarious because Wonwoo just smirks at you in that infuriating way that drives you crazy. Your hands tighten around the tray as you snap your mouth closed, trying to contemplate on how to navigate the situation.

With a bit of a mental pep talk, you finally manage to put up that happy to help attitude you usually had with every other customer. The smile you give him feels exaggerated and fake, but it’s the only way you can mask all the emotions you’re feeling.

“What can I get for you?”

That devilish smirk widens as Wonwoo pretends to skim all the delicious pastries in the case before he sets his smoldering eyes back on you. “This all looks good,” he muses quietly, but you can hear him perfectly since it’s only you two. “But I think you’re the only thing that can satisfy my hunger.”

It kills you that his words make you heat up from the inside out. You ignore him and start to put the croissants into the case. The clench of your jaw is tight and bordering on painful, but it’s the only way you can keep your emotions from spilling over for him to see.

Unfortunately, your lack of response doesn’t really faze him. One thing you’ve come to learn about Wonwoo is that he’s never uncomfortable in the silence. You wish you could say the same. You’re nearly squirming by the time you’re done placing the croissants in their designated space because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.

Finally, you look up to meet Wonwoo’s gaze. It’s so intense that you almost want to look away. However, there’s a part of you that loves being under the heat of his stare since you can clearly see the desire he has for you.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’ve been gone.” You counter, vaguely aware that you sound like a sulking girlfriend.

Wonwoo realizes this too because he gently coos at you. “Missed me, babydoll?”

Yes. “You wish.”

It’s obvious Wonwoo doesn’t believe you. That stupid smirk of his only seems to get bigger with every passing moment, and you don’t know if you want to kiss it or smack it off his face.

“I missed you.” He tells you honestly, loving how you’re visibly growing flustered with his words.

Resisting him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so tempting to you and if the feelings he always evoked from you weren’t so strong. Before you can say anything to betray your easily crumbling facade, Mingyu comes out from the back with a tray of small cakes. Wonwoo gives you a once over before stepping away from the case.

“I’ll be back after your shift. Wait for me.”

You don’t wait for him—technically. It’s not waiting since Wonwoo is already outside of the bakery when your shift ends. He’s clad in his leather jacket, dark jeans, and signature combat boots. It’s not fair that he can lean against his bike so casually while looking as good as ever.

Ignoring him would’ve been all too easy, but you can’t when you notice the bruises and cuts on his pretty face. A familiar irritation bubbles in your chest, but annoyingly enough, it’s overpowered by the concern you feel. You react before you can fully think your actions through.

“What the hell!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen the tiniest bit when you stomp over to him with angry tears in your eyes. You can’t even enjoy his cute shocked face because of the overwhelming concern and anger you feel. All you can do is hit his brawny chest in frustration.

“You—You asshole!” Your voice cracks with raw emotion as you continue to weakly hit his chest. “You said– you promised that you weren’t going to fight anymore—!”

Wonwoo lets you hit him. His chest aches, but not because of your soft blows. The last thing he meant to do was make you cry, and it’s something he wishes to never see again. His large hands come up to cup your face, fingers delicately wiping your tears. “I know I should’ve kept my promise, and I’m sorry. Just please don’t cry anymore.”

You let out a quiet whimper at his tenderness. His eyes are full of so much remorse and concern that it makes any remaining willpower you have left disappear. It feels right to bury yourself in his chest and let yourself be held by him. He caresses your back, and you can’t hate that it actually makes you feel better.

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull back and smack Wonwoo’s beefy chest again. “Asshole.”

“Your asshole.” His haze is tender as he cradles your tearstained cheek in his hand.

You scowl at him, but it’s quickly wiped off your face when he places a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. A sudden desire consumes you when you see Wonwoo’s affectionate gaze. This time you let yourself be driven by your desire and press your lips against his.

It’s easy for him to melt into the kiss. Wonwoo sighs into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to cup your face. His rings feel cool against your warm skin, and you let out a quiet moan when his other hand slips into the back pocket of your jeans and squeezes your ass while pulling you closer to him.

The kiss is slow at first until your hands smooth over Wonwoo’s chest and fist his shirt to pull him closer. You part your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. It feels like you got struck by a bolt of electricity the longer his lips are on yours. His desire and hunger are evident in his needy movement, and you absolutely love it.

When you two finally pull away, you’re left breathless. Wonwoo’s thumb gently caresses your cheek as his heart pounds harshly in his chest. “Stay the night with me, babydoll.”

“M’kay.” You breathe out, mind still swimming.

The smile he gives you is so pretty that it makes something inside you burn with ardent desire. You feel like you’re floating on air when Wonwoo hands you a spare helmet that happens to be your favorite color. He looks bashful as he waits for you to accept it, and you wish you could take a picture of his pretty blush.

In spite of all the reasons you have not to take the helmet from him, you still do. And you don’t regret it.

You’ve never allowed yourself to regret the things that you’ve done because life is too short for regrets. But you definitely regret avoiding Wonwoo as long as you have, especially with the way he’s trailing his lips along your legs. Every wet kiss he leaves behind has your heart hammering and your cunt clenching in want.

Finally, Wonwoo gets to your inner thighs. His large hands spread you open with ease, eyes dark when he sees your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” His gaze fixed between your legs as if he's in a trance. “You’re already so wet.”

Your toes curl when his breath ghosts over your cunt. It sends delicious shivers throughout your body, and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face. But as you’re starting to learn, it seems like Wonwoo knows what you want before you even ask for it.

“You want my mouth, babydoll?”

Wonwoo nearly blows his load when you nod cutely, a needy mewl escaping your lips. “Please.”

He hooks your legs over his wide shoulders, thumbs spreading your folds open for his viewing pleasure. Wonwoo resists his ravenous desire for you long enough to toy with your pretty pussy before he actually tastes it—a luxury he hadn’t gotten to do last time. His rough hands are soon occupied with you, one hand pinching and flicking your sensitive clit while the other gently rubs your slippery folds.

“Fuck, baby.” You whine, biting down on your lower lip. “Feels so good.”

Your cunt is dripping with so much of your arousal that Wonwoo’s fingers are drenched as he slowly rubs circles against your aching bud. It’s throbbing and pulsing in need as his pace grows the tiniest bit quicker. You can’t even try to contain your moans as you stare down at your boyfriend.

Wonwoo has a huge smirk on his pink lips. You’re making such a mess on his fingers, and he just loves it. “You look so fucking cute when your squirm like this, babydoll.”

A needy whimper tumbles past your lips when he presses a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit. It pulses under the attention like it wants his mouth again. Wonwoo’s pupils are blown wide as he licks the remnants of your arousal off his lips. The addicting taste makes his control snap, and in the next second he smashes his face into your cunt like a starved man.

Your hips start move on their own as Wonwoo groans deeply into your drooling pussy. His mouth latches onto your clit, massaging the nub with his tongue. The movements are skilled and toe-curling, and you already feel like you’re fucked out.

“Wonwoo!” You cry out in absolute pleasure when he slips two fingers inside you.

His long fingers work your cunt open, curling up to rub the sensitive spot inside you that made you arch your back in ecstasy. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent min the longer Wonwoo fucks you with his tongue. He captures your juices with his tongue only to slobber them all over you again. Your hands grab ahold of his hair as he keeps moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine with every one of his movements.

All it takes his his nose bumping against your clit as he licks around his pumping digits for you to come all over his face. Wonwoo groans into your creamy cunt, licking up every drop of your release.

“So fucking messy.” He grunts as his hand spreads your folds and exposes your heat to the cool air. His fingers trail down your cunt, tenderly rubbing along your sensitive lips. “Fuck, just look at that cream."

You can’t contain your needy moan when Wonwoo brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s so fucking hot that you just want him to fuck you until you can’t think. Before you can get him to do exactly that, a heavy weight settles on your soppy cunt. His cock is hot and wet as it slides between your folds.

“You feel so good, angel.” Wonwoo groans as he thrusts forward, coating the underside of his dick with your arousal. “So fucking wet, just for me.”

The mouthwatering sight of your folds splitting open as he slides his cock between them makes him feel like he’s drunk. Maybe he is. Drunk on your pussy, that is. He only gets to enjoy the feeling for a second before you eagerly buck your hips against his.

“Let me ride you.”

It’s a miracle that Wonwoo doesn’t come all over your stomach at the words you moaned so desperately. He’s quick to get into position, leaning against his headboard as you hover above him. You look so eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumbs over them.

Wonwoo’s free hand reaches for your ass. He roughly kneads the skin before slapping it. You moan out in pleasure. Everything is almost too much for you to handle. The sight of him bellow you waiting patiently for you to fuck him like the first time is making your core throb with insatiable desire. His cock rests on his stomach, leaking with precum and waiting for you to sit on it.

The hottest part of it all is how Wonwoo’s looking at you with unadulterated desire and affection—like you’re a living goddess on top of him. Your hands are splayed over his muscular chest, and he just loves the feeling of them smoothing over his hot skin.

His hands move on their own, caressing your hips and mapping out every inch of your body with his rough hands. Wonwoo kisses any part of you he can reach, lips trailing from your neck down to your collarbones. His large hands slip back to your ass to deliver a sharp spank which makes you fall forward. Wonwoo skillfully captures one of your tits in his mouth, tongue immediately gliding over your hardened nipple.

“Nonu!” You cry out as your arms hook over his shoulders to keep him close, softly moaning as he switches between your tits, warm tongue swirling around each erect nub.

The cute little nickname makes his cock twitch. Fuck. You were going to drive him completely insane.

He gently nips at your sensitive bud before pulling away to look up at you. “You look so fucking pretty on top of me, babydoll.” He murmurs, forcing himself to stay still as you shift against his leaking tip.

His sweet praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. You mewl as he teasingly circles his cock against your pussy. The insistent nudges from his leaking head are making your head swim with pleasure. You’re so soaked at this point that he can feel your arousal start to stick to his skin.

Finally, you can’t resist any longer and slowly sink down on his cock. Your tight walls stretch wide, welcoming the bulbous head with just a bit of resistance. It’s been almost two weeks, and you’d already forgotten it felt to have such big and thick dick inside you. His cock isn’t even halfway inside yet, and you can nearly feel him in your stomach.

You sit back and slowly circle your hips, throwing your head back with a moan when his twitching tip nudges your walls repeatedly. Wonwoo feels like he’s gone and died to heaven with the filthy show you’re giving him of your soppy cunt. He curses quietly at the sight of your tight cunt clinging to his fat tip, nearly blowing his load at the erotic sight.

“Show me what you can do, pretty girl.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a wanton moan and your hands braced behind you, you slide all the way down. You whimper at the stretch, loving the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Mewls flutter from your lips, and it feels like the oxygen is slowly being forced out of your lungs.

Once he’s fully inside you, Wonwoo is sure that he’s never going to feel as good as he does now. His head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him is absolute heaven. You share in his feeling as you moan loudly, completely full and stretched out as he grips your ass to steady you on his dick.

Wonwoo can’t stop looking at the fucked out look on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. You don’t notice how his pupils are blown out with lust at the sight of you impaled on his cock. His heart fluttering in his chest because fuck, you’re like a literal goddess on top of him.

“Shit, babydoll. You gotta move.” He sounds out of breath, almost needy with his plea.

Wonwoo looks so fucked out and pretty that your pussy tightens around him at the hot sight. That's all it takes for you to give him what he wants. You lift your hips before slamming your ass back down. His cock reaches so deep inside you that you throw you head back with a loud cry. It makes you ravenous, and you eagerly repeat your movements until your practically bouncing on his cock.

You lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a bit when your lips meet his neck. As you litter his skin with wet kisses and gentle bites, you feel his cock throb and twitch inside you. It makes you think that you might actually get him to come first this time.

At least, until Wonwoo commits the tender act of pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.

“Fuck, Nonu.” You whimper at the stimulation. “You’re so deep.”

“Missed having you on my cock, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty being split open like this.” His fingers trace your stretched hole before they slap your clit.

You moan wantonly when Wonwoo suddenly thrusts up, going impossibly deeper. That’s when you know he's about to ruin you in the way you’ve been craving. You shove your face into his neck, sucking and biting his skin so he can move you on his cock in the way he wants. Apparently, this isn’t enough for him, though.

Wonwoo grips your face, pressing his fingers into your cheeks. “Need to see your pretty face while I fuck you stupid.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s gripping your ass and grinding you on his cock. His fingertips press into your soft flesh as he lifts you and brings you down his length. You start bouncing to meeting his pumps. Broken mewls contrast with Wonwoo’s groans and mix in the the sound of lewd squelching and skin slapping. His abs tighten every time you come back down, thighs flexing beneath your ass.

Your swollen clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, and the feeling is quickly driving you insane. The knot in your stomach is coming undone fast, much faster than you want, but you feel too good to stop. Wonwoo isn’t doing much better. His mind is only full of you and the way your hot cunt is gripping his cock. The carnal look in his eye is locked to where you’re connected. He’s mesmerized with strings of arousal connecting his skin to your dripping folds.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock—just like last time. Gonna let me pump your pretty pussy full again, babydoll?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry out mindlessly, a delicious ache blooming in your core. “Whatever you want!”

You can’t believe Wonwoo has the audacity to blush like you two aren’t literally fucking like animals. It makes you gush around him, orgasm so close that you can feel it in every inch of your body.

“God, baby. Keep fucking yourself stupid on my dick.” He growls as he fucks up into you harder, needing to see you come undone on his cock.

The leaking tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot over and over again until your eyes gloss over like you’re on the brink of tears. Wonwoo will never get enough of that fucked out face of yours, and it drives that insatiable desire in him to fuck you impossibly harder.

It takes only a few more deep thrusts for you to come on his cock with a loud moan. Your body shudders and shakes against him in absolute pleasure. Wonwoo’s movements don't stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and straight into overstimulation. But you can’t really care because it feels so fucking good. All you can do is cry out his name until he’s emptying his balls inside you.

“Y/N!” He groans into your ear as he pumps you full of his hot cum, thick ropes filling you to the brim until it’s leaking out and coating his heavy sack.

You’re gently grinding into each other as your mouths meet for a messy kiss. Wonwoo’s still-hard cock keeps twitching inside you, and you can’t help but groan into his mouth at the feeling.

“More.” You plead against his lips. “Want you to keep stuffing me full of your cum.”

“Fuck, angel.” Wonwoo pants out. “You’ll be the death of me.”

But if this was death, he’d gladly embrace it every time.

Wonwoo moves down the bed until his back meets the messy sheets. With his hands secured on your waist and the back of your neck, he pulls you down to his chest and forces you to take every inch of his throbbing cock. At this angle, he feels even thicker. Your mind goes blank as his fat dick spears into your tight hole relentlessly.

Wet noises fill the room, dancing in the air with your wanton cries. A white ring forms at the base of his cock, smearing down to his loaded sack. Wonwoo moans along with you, large hands sliding down your body to grip fistfuls of your ass. You let out a broken gasp when he grinds up and pulls you down, stuffing you to the brim only to do it again and again.

You’re panting and whimpering as his cock sinks in deep, plugging your dripping cunt. Tingles of ecstasy course through your quivering body with ever snap of his hips. You aren’t even moving anymore, it’s all Wonwoo. He’s fucking you on his cock like you're his personal fucktoy. The more you think about it like that, the more turned on you’re getting.

Your hot cunt tightens around his veiny cock. The drag of his veiny length stretching you out makes more of your juices coat his dick and spill down to his heavy balls. Wonwoo shudders when he feels how tight you keep getting. He can feel his own high quickly approaching.

“You gonna come for me again, babydoll? Soak my cock with your cream and make a mess all over me?” Wonwoo changes the angle of his hips as he speaks his lewd words. The tip of his cock slams into the soft spot inside you that makes you scream in pleasure. He keeps pounding into you from below without stopping, and you love every second of it.

“Fucking love your cock.” You babble mindlessly, any and every thought that’s not about the fat cock splitting you open being fucked out of you.

“Sweet little cunt is all mine now.” Wonwoo growls possessively. “Gonna be mine forever, right, baby?”

It’s all too much. His filthy yet sweet words combined with his fierce thrusts make you fall over that edge and into your orgasm, this one more powerful than the last. Your body erupts in flames as you squirt all over Wonwoo’s aching cock. He keeps you locked on his dick, balls slapping against your ass as he continues to pound into your gushing cunt.

“So fucking good.” Wonwoo groans gutturally before his hot cum floods your ruined cunt, painting your stretched out walls and claiming you in every sense of the word.

So much of his cum spills out and trickles down his pulsing cock, and you whimper when Wonwoo fucks it deeper into your pussy. You’re both sweaty and sticky, yet there’s still a burning ache in your core that seems like it can only be soothes by Wonwoo and his big cock.

“Want it again.” You moan into his ear, clenching down on his twitching dick. “Please.”

This is where you learn that the resident bad boy can never tell you no.

You barely process him flipping you over and manhandling you into the position he wants. Wonwoo presses your legs against your chest and start to pound into you with rough thrusts. He’s slow but brutish, slamming against your cervix every time he pushes in. Your cream soaks his thick cock and your inner thighs. It slowly drips down to your ass where his heavy balls slap against the tender skin.

“Fuck, babydoll. I’ll never get enough of this tight little pussy.” He sounds so gone, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

You cry out each time, the pleasure blooming into that delicious feeling in your stomach. Wonwoo’s words have you clenching around his dick, and he lets out a deep groan. He keeps moaning out praises about how good you are for him, but it’s hard to focus on his words when his thick cock is pummeling into you relentlessly.

You continuously gush around Wonwoo’s cock on the brink of yet another orgasm as you leave a stain around the base. Your pussy is stretched beyond belief, and it feels so fucking good that’s it’s making you delirious.

“I’m gonna have to stuff this pretty pussy full every day.” Wonwoo moans, loving how your cunt keeps spasming around his throbbing cock. He’s fantasised about this for so long, and now that he’s had you he’s completely addicted to you.

“Fuh-Fuck!” You wail, soaking his cock even more at his promise, leaving it dripping.

Wonwoo’s thrusts grow more powerful and ravenous. The pretty sounds you’re letting out every time he drives in and out of you is driving him insane. It’s not long for the harsh snapping of his hips to finally send you into your climax. This one is more somehow more intense than your previous one. Wonwoo groans loudly, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

Each time Wonwoo strokes your g-spot, another gush of liquid spurts from your core. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Making a mess all over my cock.”

“Come inside me.” You beg with a loud moan, mind already so far gone to think about anything else but being fucked full of his hot cum.

Your lewd plea only drives his desire for you. Wonwoo feels his orgasm approaching with every rough thrust. His balls are aching to be emptied again, and he doesn’t hesitate to chase that euphoric feeling. Your pussy is practically begging him to fill you up with his seed, and he does exactly that. With one final shove, he bottoms out inside you and stills, cock twitching and throbbing in your hot cunt.

A huge load of cum pours into you, coating your walls and taking up the minimal space his cock hasn’t covered. Wonwoo slowly fucks it into you until you’re both whimpering from the overstimulation.

When he pulls out, his cum and your cream slowly leak out of your messy cunt. The fucked out pants you’re letting out are quickly stifled by Wonwoo's lips. You moan into his mouth as he slowly lets go of your legs and hooks them around his hips.

Pulling away, you barely register as he starts to tenderly kiss all over your body. You’re completely sated and too gone to acknowledge your surroundings even as Wonwoo gets up and brings back a warm towel. He gently cleans you up, whispering sweet praises that make you feel a different type of euphoria.

“Hold me, Nonu.” You finally manage to say when you realize he’s done cleaning the both of you up.

His smile is so pretty and precious as he goes to lay with you. The way he cradles you against his chest is comforting, and you know that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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[kissbyoon]

🐾 . ݁₊ “I like you!”

╰┈ how I think SVT, with whom you have a love-hate relationship with, would confess over text

₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 세븐틴 ˶ crack, f2l, angst * mentions of fever, kissing, mild swears, being drunk⎯⎯ ꒱ ✦ SVT x f!reader

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୨ৎ SEUNGCHEOL !?

“training for future husband!”

୨ৎ JEONGHAN !?

“stop treating me like a friend!”

୨ৎ JOSHUA !?

“please hate me.”

୨ৎ JUNHUI !?

“wo xihuan ni!”

୨ৎ SOONYOUNG !?

“I wish I kissed you!”

୨ৎ WONWOO !?

“anonymous 1707!”

୨ৎ JIHOON !?

“I'm gonna wife you up!”

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[10:15 pm]

"what's on kkuma's head?" You were sitting on your boyfriend's bed scrolling through your phone when you noticed Seungcheol entering the room holding Kkuma with a puzzled expression on his face. You took a look at him, then at Kkuma. The pink lipstick kiss stain was still on his forehead.

"oh….I thought it would have vanished before you got home."

You said giggling, with an amused smile on your face mirroring your boyfriend's. Cheol walks over to the bed and places kkuma on it and the little one snuggles into your lap. The lipstick you were wearing when you kissed the dog had now wiped off and was all over his fur.

"so….?"

he said, but it came across as more of a question.

"hmmm?" You replied to his question, while gliding your hands through kkmua's fur.

"you're going to give my pet kisses but not give me any after you haven't seen me the whole day?" cheol pouted You burst out laughing. You moved your gaze to the bedside and unlocked a drawer. Cheol tried to to look over your shoulder intrigued. You leaned down to collect whatever it was, he caught a glimpse and noticed you smearing something on your lips. Before he could properly react, you grabbed his face with your hands and kissed him all over his face while he jokingly pushed you off.

And by the bright pink color on your lips, he knew he looked just like kkuma now.

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complicated freak – one shot

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»» Kinkuary: daddy kink + sex tape/photos ♧ ➥ 2.4k; Seungcheol loves falling into his caregiver role as Y/N"s daddy but he loves it even more when his baby lets him take pictures for him to use when he's alone on tour.

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02.35 PM

A/n : I wrote this as a side drabble for 2.45 pm which you can read here but you can also read this as a standalone!! anyw, don't forgot to reblog if you like this!!

What the fuck is going on right now? No, wait, you know exactly what is going on. You’re watching one member of the hottest group in the entertainment world act his heart out in front of the camera following the script you’ve written with blood, and tears. But that still doesn’t explain why his group member is currently sitting beside you with coffee in his hand paying attention NOT towards his member but towards you??

“You’re a really talented writer,” your eyes are probably bulging out of their socket now, and the way you whipped your head towards Seungcheol would probably beat Usain Bolt.

“Uh.. uhm thanks, I practice a lot,” Practice? What are you an athlete? 

You’d almost ran away if it wasn’t for the chuckles coming out of him. God he sounds so pretty. 

“Cute,” Now that got you blushing.

“Why are you here?” Trying to ask him something would probably distract you from the mess happening inside your head.

Seungcheol looked at you questioningly before looking back towards Dokyeom. “Can’t I just come to support my group member? Or is that not allowed?”

Oh no, he got the wrong idea.

You backtrack trying to correct yourself. “No, I mean why are you here, in the staff area, you could sit in his trailer waiting for him,”

Seungcheol hummed before answering you.

“I’m just curious”

Huh

“And also a little birdie told me that a particular writer have a little crush on me,” he said before turning back to look at your currently red face.

“Should I ask them for a date?”

[calicoups]

౨ৎ 3:37 AM — csc

synopsis you need to pee but there’s a slight issue… pairing seungcheol x reader genre fluff, timestamp note i just fucking miss this man so much. it’s 4:37am. i miss you, scoups :c word count 0.9k

you need to pee. like really bad. one small issue: there’s a thick & heavy arm over the middle of your torso which is making it difficult for you to move because if you just tried to push it off, you might wake the sleeping bear in human form next to you. aka, your boyfriend.

seungcheol’s fingers twitch a little from where they’re tucked between your body and the mattress, he always twitched a little when very deep in his sleep. you found it sort of…endearing, causing you to go absolutely heart-eyes at his sleeping form.

your boyfriend was a deep sleeper — especially when he’s had a long & tiring day — which is why you started contemplating whether you should just shove his arm off you & go pee or just forget about that option so that he doesn’t wake up with a pout (although you love to see it).

at first, you decided with the latter option & tried to fall back asleep…it didn’t work, the urge to relieve yourself intensified. so you decided to go with the other option. slowly placing your hands on seungcheol’s forearm, you push it away as carefully as you can in order to not wake him up. he stirs, mumbling a quiet ‘hm, cinnamon buns’ and a giggle begins to build in the back of your throat because is this man seriously dreaming about cinnamon buns? you might just have to go out & buy him some tomorrow.

nevertheless, you carry on with your mission. gently, you push his arm away inch by inch until it’s no longer resting on you but the tiny space between you & him.

the blanket, you slide it off your body & sneak out of your bed after slotting your feet into the fluffy cow slippers seungcheol bought for you (he saw you browsing them & ordered them secretly). mouthing a small ‘phew’ as you reach the bathroom, you quickly look back before shutting the door & doing what you came to do.

when you were done, you quickly slinked back to your & seungcheol’s bedroom to get back into bed. but you jump as soon as you turn around after closing the door because there’s seungcheol…sitting up against the headboard of your bed, with the comforter wrapping him up.

“why are you awake? did i wake you up? sorry, cherry, i didn’t mean to…” you voice out after gathering yourself.

“where did you go? it was warm but then all of a sudden it got cold” his voice was heavy & thick with sleep. you walked closer & he lifted a corner of the comforter, giving you access to get under the covers.

“i just went to the bathroom, cherry, and i didn’t wanna wake you,” you replied, “come on, let’s get back to sleep.”

“mm, s’okay. just missed holding you in my arms”, he pulls you down into his embrace & burying his nose into your hair.

“you were holding onto me so tight, you know. and i needed to pee so bad but i thought ‘leave it, i’ll pee in the morning’ and then you tightened your hold on me, you monster!” with fake annoyance in your voice, you nudged him a little & watched as a lazy smile appeared on his face, dimples peeking out faintly. you adored his dimples, loved seeing them, too.

“sorry, baby, just wanted to hold you…” his body became lax in your reciprocating hold the more you snuggled into him, “but, baby, why do you keep calling me cherry?”

“hm? you don’t like it? okay, let’s try somethi—”

“no! i mean, no, i didn’t say that…just answer the question.” your left brow goes up as you stare at him with amusement.

“okay. well, i don’t know, it just came to my head. maybe it’s because of your cute lips, cherry coloured and cherry flavoured. they’re just so pretty, i just wanna kiss you all the time!” your pointer finger goes to poke his plush lips & his pout reappears once more.

“and that pout! you’re so” you pinch his cheeks with your pointer finger & thumb, “so adorable, my silly cherry!” now, you pull and squish his cheeks. a giggle falls from his squished lips & it’s contagious. his laugh is so beautiful & contagious, it makes you laugh too.

“hm, if they’re so pretty to you then why don’t you kiss them?” he says slowly while stopping your finger & thumb from pinching any further while moving closer to you. you pretend to think it over before giving him a sweet kiss on the very lips you love & adore, pulling away with a ‘mwah!’.

seungcheol loves it when you do that. he loves dearly the random yet fitting nicknames you give him, the warmth you give him on a cold & rainy day, the hugs you give him after trudging up behind him on a lazy sunday morning, watching him cook scrambled eggs — just the way you like them. seungcheol loves you.

seungcheol lets out a yawn and moves closer to you — if that’s possible, given how close he was to you already.

“m’ sleepy ‘nd warm now, let’s sleep.” he says quietly, replacing that same arm around your torso that got you into this cutesy situation.

“goodnight, my silly cherry.” you kiss his forehead and bring your head back down to his chest. his heartbeat is fast, it makes you smile knowing you can still do that to him.

“mm, night night, my silly girl.”

author’s note: no this not me self indulging, what are you talking about??? sigh i just wanna be his silly girl, cooped up in his arms in our bed on a rainy day while we watch a movie we took 15 minutes to pick. i miss him. a lot. like more than i can explain through text. my cherry :(

btw i actually needed to pee & then thought of this & bam. this happened. I MISS HIM wanna kiss his cheeks & cute lips so bad & wanna hug him sm.