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𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙔 💋 Seventeen x OFC

Joshua had just parked in front of Kitten’s apartment and was about to dial her number when he saw the front gate swing open. His fingers hovered over the phone screen as Kitten stepped out, striding toward his car with the confidence of someone who had all her problems in check—or at least pretended to.

She wore a simple cream-colored long-sleeved top, paired with a dark khaki pencil skirt that hugged her figure perfectly, ending just above her knees. The look was finished with white stilettos, their sharp clicks against the pavement adding a touch of sophistication to her stride.

What stood out most was the intricate, elegant beige handkerchief tied neatly around her neck, paired with oversized sunglasses, giving her the appearance of someone who had just stepped off a runway.

Kitten walked up to Joshua’s car and opened the passenger door. Joshua casually reached over, offering to take her handbag to place on the backseat, which she handed to him before sliding into the seat next to him. Once seated, she ripped off her sunglasses and threw them onto the dashboard. And to make herself comfortable, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up onto the seat, tucking them beneath her.

Joshua looked over and raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if holding back a laugh. “You know, you could at least pretend to act like a lady.”

Before Kitten could respond, Joshua grabbed a small blanket from the backseat and tossed it at her, landing right on her face. “Cover your legs, for heaven’s sake. You’re wearing a skirt.”

Kitten huffed but reluctantly pulled the blanket over her legs. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

Joshua chuckled as he put the car into drive. “Yeah, but you still adore me.”

Kitten rolled her eyes but smiled, settling back into her seat as they drove off. "Unfortunately, I do."

As they drove, Kitten had been fully absorbed in her own little concert for the past twenty minutes. She’d already belted out three different songs, her arms flailing as she danced in her seat, her upper body swaying dramatically to the beat.

Joshua, on the other hand, was trapped between laughter and exasperation. Every time he tried to skip a song, Kitten would immediately switch it back and continue singing without missing a beat. He kept glancing at her—half-amused, half-baffled—watching as she kept up her one-woman show.

After a while, though, something else caught his attention—the beige satin handkerchief wrapped around her neck.

Joshua raised an eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’re wearing that scarf in hot weather?”

Kitten abruptly stopped mid-verse, her animated demeanor deflating in an instant. She sighed, leaned her elbows on the edge of the window, and pressed a hand to her temple as if the weight of the world had just hit her.

“Kitten,” Joshua repeated, glancing at her, “I’m serious. What’s going on with that scarf? You’re not fooling me.”

Kitten groaned softly before muttering, “I have hickeys.”

Joshua blinked, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wait—what?"

Kitten turned her head slowly to look at him, her expression one of defeat. "I said… I have hickeys. Three, to be exact. On my neck. Right here." She pointed vaguely at her collarbone, still hiding beneath the handkerchief.

For a second, Joshua was stunned into silence. Then a smirk tugged at his lips. “Hickeys?” he echoed, his voice filled with disbelief. “Since when do you get hickeys?”

“I don’t know how it happened, okay? But apparently, it did.”

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the road. “Well, well, well... seems like someone had a real fun night.”

Kitten shot him a glare. “Shut up and drive.”

Joshua’s grin widened as he kept glancing over at her. “You seriously don’t remember anything? Not even who it was?”

“No, Joshua. I was drunk, remember? First time, too. And now, this.” She gestured to the handkerchief as if it were the root of all her problems.

“Well, at least you had a good time, right?” Joshua teased, his grin not fading. “I mean, it takes skill to land three hickeys. That’s some dedication.”

“You’re not helping.” She pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her voice dropping. “I just... I feel so stupid. I was planning to confess to Wonwoo, tell him I’ve moved on, and then... this happens. Now, I have no idea who did it.”

“Wait,” Joshua’s confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he glanced over at Kitten. “I thought... I mean, last night, I figured you already did.”

Kitten blinked, staring at Joshua like he had spoken in another language. “What? No. Trust me, if I had, I would remember something as important as that.”

“But you were gone the whole night. And Wonwoo... well, he left, too. I thought maybe the two of you...”

Kitten sat up straighter, the confusion now mixing with frustration. “Joshua… I didn’t confess. I didn’t even talk to him. I couldn’t find him, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in my bed with hickeys on my neck!”

Joshua’s mind raced as he processed her words. “So you and Wonwoo... nothing happened?”

Kitten shook her head firmly. “Nothing. Would you like me to say it again? Gosh.”

Joshua let out a breath, trying to play it cool, but relief was bubbling up inside him. “So... if you didn’t talk to Wonwoo and he left the party early, then...”

Kitten sighed, leaning back against the seat, her frustration clear. “I don’t know what happened, Joshy. Everything’s a blur after I started drinking.”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. It’s not like you did anything wrong. You were at a party, having fun—maybe a little too much fun—but it happens.”

Kitten sighed, closing her eyes. “Yeah, but now I have a mystery kisser on top of everything else.”

Joshua’s hands tightened on the steering wheel slightly, though his voice remained casual. “Maybe it’s for the best. If you don’t remember, maybe it’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t overthink it.”

Kitten glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, suspicion creeping in. “Why are you being so chill about this?”

Joshua shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. “I just think it’s not worth stressing over. Maybe whoever it was didn’t even mean anything by it. You were drunk, Kitten. It could’ve been anyone.”

Kitten looked away, her mind racing. That’s what bothered her the most.

Anyone.

She suddenly paused, her thoughts racing as a wild idea popped into her head.

That’s right!

A mischievous grin slowly spread across her lips, the kind that made her eyes sparkle with excitement. She turned on her side, now sitting upright in her seat, facing Joshua, who was laser-focused on the road ahead. He stole a quick glance at her, his brows furrowing as he noticed her strange expression.

“What the hell are you smiling about?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice. He knew that look all too well. “You’re planning something—”

“I’m planning something!” Kitten exclaimed with enthusiasm at the same moment.

Joshua groaned, sensing the chaos that was sure to follow. “Oh god, here we go. What is it this time?”

Her grin only widened. “I’m going to find my mystery kisser...”

Joshua glanced away from her, his eyes still focused on the road, but Kitten kept staring at him, waiting for a better reaction. A real one. But instead, what she got was his sarcastic laugh, followed by a playful smack on the steering wheel. His eyes crinkled with amusement as the laughter escaped him, clearly finding her plan ridiculous.

Kitten’s grin faltered, twisting into an annoyed expression as she watched her best friend laugh at her. His reaction was typical, but it still irritated her.

“Joshua Hong!” she called out like she always did when she was serious and Joshua’s laughter slowed, though he couldn’t stop himself from giggling under his breath.

“I’m serious!” Kitten huffed, crossing her arms. “I’m going to find out who kissed me last night.”

The kiss—what little she remembered—had felt... intense. But she wasn’t ready to admit that to her best friend. Not yet.

Joshua let out one final chuckle before regaining composure, his face softening into a smirk. “Okay, okay, serious mode. But, like, what are you even going to do when you find out who it was?”

His eyes flitted to the side mirror to make sure they were still on course. "Let's say you’re going to hunt down your mystery kisser…and then what? Ask for a refund if the kiss wasn’t up to your standards?"

“This isn’t some random thing I just thought up. That kiss was too good. I need to know who it was!” Kitten blurted out, her voice louder than she intended.

The second the words left her mouth, she froze. Crap. She hadn’t meant to admit that out loud. She’d been trying to avoid saying it for hours, not wanting Joshua to tease her for getting so worked up over one kiss. But now, the truth was out, and there was no taking it back.

Joshua’s smirk deepened, and he gave her a slow, knowing nod.

“Ohhhh, I see how it is now. So it wasn’t just any kiss, huh? It was that good?” His voice was filled with amusement as he shot her a sideways glance. “Katherine Lim, secretly a romantic. Who would've thought?”

Kitten could feel her face heating up, the embarrassment rushing to her cheeks. “Shut up,” she muttered, crossing her arms and slumping back into her seat, fully expecting the teasing to get worse.

“No, no, go on. Please tell me more about this life-changing kiss. Must've been some guy to make you spiral like this.” Joshua wasn’t done. “So, what are we talking about here? Best kiss of your life? Top five? You’ve gotta give me more details if you’re going to freak out about it this much.”

Kitten groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m never telling you anything ever again,” she grumbled.

“You’d be lost without me,” Joshua laughed, the playful tone making Kitten’s annoyance melt just a little.

She sighed deeply. “I'll have to figure it out eventually. I’m not just going to let this go.”

“Of course not. You’re too stubborn for that.” Joshua chuckled softly. "You're a mess, Kitten."

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lalaliwrites · 1 month ago

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𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙔 💋 Seventeen x OFC

Warning: Profanities + Sexual Suggestive Scenes

Note: Most time stamps are inaccurate. Ignore them.

The world around her had fallen away. Kitten wasn't sure when it had happened—how her feet had guided her to the quiet corner of the garden, and how the noise from the reunion had become nothing more than a distant hum.

Her lips were pressed against someone else's, soft and warm, moving with a rhythm that made her head spin. It was intoxicating. She didn't know who she was kissing—couldn't see their face clearly in the shadows—but she didn't care. The darkness of the night wrapped around them like a secret, with only the faint glow of the moon illuminating their outlines.

His scent enveloped her. It was something fresh, like rain-soaked earth after a summer storm, mixed with the lingering hint of something spicy—cologne, maybe—faint but unmistakable. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as their lips brushed, and the subtle taste of something sweet on his lips, like mint or maybe something darker, richer.

His mouth tasted familiar, and yet so thrillingly new. Each kiss sent a shiver of heat coursing through her, the way his lips claimed hers, gently but with undeniable desire. The sensation of his lips molding perfectly against hers. It felt... right. Like it was something she had been waiting for her entire life without knowing it.

Their lips met over and over, deepening with every moment. She could hear the quiet, almost sensual sound of their mouths—gentle, then deeper, wetter—connecting and parting in the stillness of the night. His lips tugged on her lower lip, just enough to make her breath hitch, and then he released her, only to dive in again, teasing her with the promise of more.

The wet, delicate press of lips mingling with the soft gasp she let out when his hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His touch was firm but tender, making her pulse race. She leaned into him, her body instinctively responding, the taste of him filling her senses. His kiss traveled from her lips to her neck, where he sucked gently, his kiss as hot and wet as it had been on her lips.

Kitten's heart raced against his chest as their bodies pressed together, her hands instinctively reached up, fingers curling into his shirt, desperate to hold on to the moment before it slipped away.

And in the next heartbeat, she was awake.

Kitten shot up in her bed, heart racing, as the familiar chime of her alarm clock echoed through her room. 8 a.m. on the dot. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, washing the space in a soft morning glow. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps as she blinked, trying to make sense of where she was.

Her bedroom. Not the moonlit garden. Not the reunion. And certainly not with him.

She groaned, running a hand through her tangled hair, her fingers trembling slightly as the remnants of the dream clung to her. It had felt too real—her skin buzzed with the memory, as if she had truly been there, savoring every second of that kiss.

"Fuck..." she murmured, her voice raspy as she massaged her temples. The intensity of whatever the hell she drank that night still lingered, dragging her to dream-fucking-land.

Kitten checks her phone

Kitten's Best Friend

Kitten's Circle : Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Minghao

Kitten was in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of her hair when her tablet, sitting on the bathroom counter, rang with a video call from her best friend Joshua. She swiped her soapy hands on a towel and leaned over to accept the call.

Joshua’s face appeared on the screen, eyes on the road as he drove. “Katherine, finally! I’ve been trying to call you—wait, are you in the shower?”

Kitten, unfazed with her back still dripping with water, was visible from the camera’s angle, though thankfully only up to just above her waist.

“Yeah, obviously,” she said, rubbing the conditioner into her hair, not caring about her current state of undress. “Can’t a girl get clean in peace?”

Joshua's eyes darted quickly to the side before focusing back on the road. “You know, normal people don’t answer video calls in the shower.”

Kitten laughed, tilting her head back to rinse her hair. “Well, I’m not exactly normal, am I? Also, who in their right mind starts a video call while driving?”

Joshua cleared his throat, keeping his eyes firmly ahead. “So, what happened to you last night? You disappeared, and I was worried.”

Kitten finished rinsing her hair, turning off the shower. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just had a bit too much to drink, that’s all.”

“A bit too much? Kitten, you were plastered. I was half expecting you to end up in someone’s pool or something,” Joshua teased.

“Well, you’ll hear all about it later,” she replied, glancing at the camera over her shoulder. “But not now.”

Joshua let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, keep your secrets. But don’t forget—you’ve got work. You need a ride?”

Kitten was in the midst of towel-drying her hair, her bare back still turned to the camera. “Yeah, I’ll need you to pick me up. I’m running late already.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in twenty.” Joshua nodded, sneaking one last glance at her reflection before focusing back on the road. “And Kitten?”

She grabbed a towel to wrap around herself. “Yeah?”

“Maybe next time… just use audio.”

Kitten laughed. “Noted.”

She ended the call, amused at Joshua’s expression, before stepping out of the shower to get dressed for the day ahead.

With a towel wrapped around her body while patting her damp hair with another, she made her way to the vanity and set her tablet down while it played the song Good Night Good Morning, preparing for her usual morning skincare and makeup routine. As she rubbed moisturizer onto her face, something in the mirror caught her attention—a faint discoloration near her neck.

She paused mid-motion, squinting at the mirror. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her heart starting to race. The closer she got, the more her eyes widened. She pressed her hands on the edge of the counter, pulling herself forward until she was nearly draped over the sink, her nose inches from the glass.

There. Just above her collarbone, faint but undeniable—three small, reddish marks.

Kitten’s blood ran cold. Her mind raced as realization hit. She knew exactly what they were.

Kiss marks.

Her hand flew to her neck, fingers trembling as they grazed the barely noticeable imprints. Oh my God, she thought, her pulse quickening. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind in fragments—the kiss, the heat, the way it felt so real. But this… this is actually real.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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