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K-PROFILE

SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER READER

STAGE NAME: Y/N

BIRTH NAME: Y/n L/n

POSITION: Lead Dancer, Main Vocalist, Maknae

BIRTHDAY: September 14, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: Rabbit

HOMETOWN: Nashville, Tennessee

MBTI: INTP

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐆/🌸

SUB-UNIT: Performance Team

MINITEEN: CHEEHANA (치하나)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (fluent) , Korean (mostly fluent) , Chinese (50%), Spanish (25%)

INSTAGRAM: seventeens_y/n (formerly), y/n (currently)

WEVERSE: 라면 공주 (Ramen princess)

Y/N FACTS

— She’s an only child

— Along with Performance Team’s silver mics, Y/n has a solo microphone that’s bright pink, more of a hot-bubblegum pink compared to Vocal Team’s light pink mics. She got this mic sometime during the SECTOR 17 era.

— Her MINITEEN, Cheehana, is a cheetah, and is inspired by the members calling her a cheetah because she would run away from the members during concerts and is one of the fastest members. She said she named the character after a childhood best friend, Hannah, and because it means flower in Japanese.

— She grew up in Nashville, Tennessee until she moved to South Korea to become an idol trainee in 2011 for JYP Entertainment. She was 11 years old.

— Due to unknown reasons, Y/n left JYP late 2013, and joined PLEDIS Entertainment soon after.

— PLEDIS was unsure of how to debut her; as a soloist, in a girl group, and then they considered co-ed. With members of Seventeen TV joining and leaving, they decided to take a risk and test the waters with a female member. Y/n went on to join Seventeen TV in the fifth season at the same time as The 8.

— She is friends with many JYP artists due to training along side them for 2 1/2 years. She's most notably close with members of GOT7, TWICE, and Stray Kids's Bang Chan.

— Since 2015, Y/n has been titled GOT7’s princess & more recently referenced as their adopted sister. Fans particularly love her close-knit bond with members JayB, Jinyoung, Jackson, and Bambam. 

— She is friends with Red Velvet, BTS's Jin, and ATEEZ's Wooyoung and Jongho.

— She shares a birthday with Stray Kids's Han. This is funny, as Han has said in interviews that she was his celebrity crush before he knew that Bang Chan was close friends with her.

— Y/n has implied having a strained relationship with her parents, and often refers to Joshua's family as her American family.

— She has visited Jun and The 8's families in China multple times.

— Her hobbies include sleeping, The Sims 4, origami, learning Chinese, and reading.

— She's a fan of BIGBANG. In 2023, she featured on TAEYANG's song SHOONG.

— G-Dragon is her celebrity crush.

— She’s also a big fan of artists like Madonna, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Britney Spears, Destiny’s Child, and Kesha.

— Y/n claims to have been an emo kid pre-debut up until the AI1 era. She'd travel to America to go see the Vans Warped Tour. She says her favorite bands are Paramore, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, and My Chemical Romance.

— Her go to karaoke song is Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne or CROOKED by G-DRAGON.

— She prefers cats over dogs, but she loves all animals & has a habit of approaching them on the street

— She's part of Seventeen's cat line alongside Jun, Wonwoo, & Woozi (+ Vernon & Hoshi). Fans often draw her as a siamese cat in reference to her childhood cat, Buffy. Otherwise, they draw her as a cheetah.

— Her representative emoji is actually a leopard, but she’d used it once as an instagram by accident, the members teased her for using the wrong animal, and it stuck within the fandom. Before, her representative emoji was the cherry blossom emoji because she said it was her favorite flower.

— If she wasn’t in Performance Unit, Y/n says she’d like to be in hiphop because she’d like to rap more.

— Multiple members have said they’d like to do a sub-unit song with her. Y/n has said if she were to do a sub-unit, she’d like to try it with Seungkwan, Joshua, Wonwoo, or S.Coups.

— She has a slight american southern accent, though it has faded over the years. When it does manage to slip out, the members find it adorable.

— She loves ramen & says she'd eat it every day if she could. She also loves teriyaki. This is the origin of her Weverse name.

— She says she started learning Mandarin to surprise Jun and The 8. She started learning in 2020 but didn’t tell anyone until 2022.

— She did not move in with the rest of SEVENTEEN until after debut. Before, she was rooming with other female Pledis trainees. 

— When she moved in, she bunked with Joshua, DK, & Seungkwan.

— In 2017-2018, she moved into the 6th floor dorms with Woozi, Mingyu, S.Coups, Wonwoo, Joshua, and DK. She had her own room.

— Around 2020-2021, Seventeen had moved into three separate apartments on three separate floors. Y/n had moved into the second-floor apartment with Jun, DK, Vernon, & Dino. 

— As of 2025, we aren’t certain of Y/n’s living arrangement. It is unknown whether she is living on her own or with another member.

— During debut, Y/n felt a slight pressure to be a “girly-girl” idol as she was the only girl in her group, and she slowly started to have a sort of resentment towards the idea. From Going Seventeen through Attaca she stayed closer to a more tom-boy, alternative, gender-neutral style. It wasn't until Face The Sun's Darl+ing that she started to experiment with a more feminine wardrobe again. She's now embraced more hyper-feminine, girly styles and says she feels comfortable being the only female-member in SEVENTEEN.

— Y/n's ideal type is someone funny, and who's personality both matches but also balances with hers

nats notes: i may or may not add more to this eventually, i also purposely left most background information very simple/unspecified for now. other than hometown, mbti, & zodiac sign because…that’s me & i am a reader of this au too LMAOOO. & i included stuff for the alt fans because the emo to kpop pipeline is real.

seventeen x 14th member masterlist

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alsooo, i made this “announcement” on wattpad already but i figured id throw it out here just in case i go MIA for a minute (but i cope with writing so who knows)

my mother passed away yesterday, & obviously my mind is a tad bit all over the place. so if i don’t post much new content for a second that’s why. i do have a couple things ready to go (like the boys be era post i just made) & so i might post those. but i do cope usually with writing & hyper-fixations sooo who knows.

idk man i literally can’t sleep so im just…here lol

i wish i had more to say but i don’t

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heh once u get a taglist... let me be on there please 🙏

absolutely!!! i have a notes app for whenever i do start doing a tag list (there’s just…not many people on it yet so i haven’t started using it LMAOOO)

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SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER READER: THROUGHOUT THE ERAS

BOYS BE

summary: seventeens 2nd mini album “boys be” features 6 tracks. today, we explore the title track "mansae" and it's music video and focus in on seventeens only female member, y/n, and the story behind her style, her lines, and more!

nat’s notes: y/n had no faceclaim & all images used are placeholders/representative of her hair color. imagine her however you so choose!

MANSAE

Key Notes

Y/n’s pink hair is the star of the music video! The Mansae focuses on SEVENTEEN in a school setting. The 14 members are wearing uniforms, attending classes, walking through halls, and a girl classmate catches the 13 male members’s eyes.

The music video centers around the boys attempting to woo a girl, who seems to be Y/n's friend. Throughout the video, Y/n’s bandmates run around, embarrassing themselves and flirting with the female lead. Y/n seems to be lurking in the background and teasing them one way or another. Giving major little sister energy, Y/n is seen purposely doing things to annoy or embarrass the members. Like when she hits Wonwoo with a notebook while he sleeps in class, tripping the members during a basketball game, shoving Minghao during red light green light, and taking the female lead’s gifted food that the members casually drop on her desk.

A fan favorite is the amount of camera pans from one of her older members flirting with the seemingly unimpressed classmate, over to Y/n, who's giving a hilarious grossed-out look. From judgmental stares to eyerolls, she may have been the most entertaining part of the video.

While her role may seem small as she was not wooing anyone herself, the music video includes a clip towards the end where a male classmate comes up to her and hands her a flower. So turns out she had her own romance story all along while the boys were trying to woo her friend.

MANSAE LINES

0:49-0:55 (original, jeonghan)

I used to be a cold guy

But now I worry about you all the time

When you're walking on the street, baby 

2:04-2:09 (orignal, dk)

Hold on, girl, from now on

I'm going to call you mine

OMG

Key Notes

The Performance Team's track, the hip-hop sound is upbeat, exciting, and catchy, with simple lyrics for the chorus. The five members, Jun, Hoshi, The 8, Dino, and Y/n, showcase their dancing skills and abilities in showcases while performing this song.

For their showcase, the performance unit wears all black with color-assinged "wraps". Jun's being red, Hoshi blue, The8 yellow, Y/n's green, and Dino's purple.

OMG LINES

0:23-0:32 (orignal, hoshi)

Yeah, baby

목이 말라가면 물을 찾듯이

Baby, call me here right now

Yeah, baby

허기가 질 때쯤 널 찾아갈게

Yeah, right now

0:53-0:55 & 0:58-1:00 (original, hoshi)

I want you to say my name

I want you to say my name

1:52-1:53 & 1:56-1:59 (oriignal, hoshi)

I want you to say my name

I want you to say my name

2:15-2:18 (orignal, dino)

Yeah, oh my god

Yeah, oh my god

2:55-2:58 (original, dino)

Yeah, oh my god

Yeah, oh my god

ROCK

Key Notes

Y/n says this is her favorite track on the album. She enjoys the energy of the song and thinks it's severely underrated.

She's said she loved performing the song on SHOW CHAMPION because of the choreography. She wore vertical striped pants as well as a black shirt and a denim unbutoned shirt, matching the members styles of the performance.

ROCK LINES

1:20-1:26 (original, woozi)

Rock my head, rock my head

Rock my head, rock, rock, rock, rock

Rock my head, rock my head

1:39-1:44 (orignal, joshua)

Intoxication seems to fall

Into a deep night Baby

2:57-3:05 (original, woozi)

Rock my head, rock my head

Rock my head (Rock, rock, rock, rock)

Rock my head, rock my head

svt 14th member masterlist

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being a pierce the veil stan & a jeonghan bias is not for the weak

he’s so pretty🛐😭 (he gives me ptv vibes🤗 idk i could be insane for thinking that😭)

posted on tiktok🩷

song: so far so fake by pierce the veil

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did i just- did i- did they- did you-

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Resemblance

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x F!Reader Genre: Angst/Slight Comfort Warnings: Character Death, Emotional Distress Length: 6.3K

You walked away from Jeonghan in the rain, unable to bear being the shadow of his late love, Miyoung. Weeks later, you met him again in the snow, your guard high and heart heavy. Yet in his eyes, you saw it—an unshakable certainty that you were his last love, the one he could never let go of. And as the cold bit into your skin, you realized you had no idea what that would mean for you.

"I’m not her. I’m sorry."

Those were the last words you whispered before stepping away, leaving him soaked and shattered beneath the unforgiving rain. Your clothes clung to your skin, drenched, but the cold wasn’t as biting as the storm inside you. Each tear was swallowed by the rain, but no amount of water could wash away the ache you feel. Those words might be the last he ever hears from you—because now, finally, you were breaking the chain that bound you both.

“I know,” Jeonghan’s voice cracked, barely more than a breath lost in the storm. This is not the response you wanted. Your heart shattered in slow agonizing fragments as you walked away, as you drown—not in the rain, but in the unbearable ache inside. The pain wasn’t just physical, it tore through you, hollowing out every breath you tried to take. You wanted so desperately for him to tell you how deeply you meant to him. Not just a shadow of his past love, but as someone irreplaceable in his life. But a part of him was trembled in doubt, unsure if you truly meant more. He needed time, and holding onto you now would be selfish. Maybe the kindest thing he could do was to let you go, even if it tore you apart.

“We’re done.”

You shrugged, voice hollow but steady. A week had passed since that night, and every day felt like a battlefield where you fought to keep tears from falling. The wound was still raw, the pain sharp and new, but you forced yourself forward.

“Actually, there’s nothing to end,” you added bitterly. “We never even had a chance.”

You never confessed. He never asked. Yet somehow, you both knew this was how it had to end. He only saw you as a reflection of someone else—someone who no longer existed. And that wasn’t fair to either of you. To hold on was to live a lie, so stopping it now felt like the only way to heal.

“You’ll be okay,” Jun said softly, rubbing your back. His words were simple, but his kindness was real. He wasn’t good at comforting, but he tried.

“Jun, do you think I did the right thing?” Your voice cracked. You’d thought letting go would feel like victory, but at night, when the world was quiet, regret gnawed at your heart.

“Only you can answer that,” Jun replied gently. “But if what you did brings you peace… maybe that means it was right.”

Peace. Peace is such a fragile word. Some people wear it like a shield; others chase it like the wind. Some discover it in the smallest moments, while others can have everything and still be empty inside. It’s a complicated thing to long for, but you’ve never been demanding. Your peace always came from the little things—until now, when you dared to ask for something bigger. Him. You want him. You need him to bring you peace, even though you know it’s not supposed to be that way. He was a part of you, yes—but holding on meant losing yourself. And that was a cost too high to pay.

“How could I have peace?” you laughed, a sound hollow and raw. “I only ended it because I couldn’t keep fooling us—fooling myself. I thought it was the smartest thing to do.” And sometimes, smart means breaking your own heart.

“Well, chaos teaches us what peace really is.” Jun sounded almost proud of his words. “Maybe Jeonghan was your lesson. And someday, you’ll get over this.”

You wanted to believe him. But how do you forget him? How do you erase the memory of his eyes, so full of confusion and longing since the first time you met him? Sometimes, you wished you’d never crossed paths. Maybe then your heart wouldn’t feel so shattered.

It was last summer.

You were wandering the mall, mindlessly trying to kill time when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Miyoung?” he said, voice trembling.

You froze, turning to face a stranger with a haunted look in his eyes—a mix of hope and pain. “Sorry... I’m not Miyoung.” You pulled away gently.

His shoulders sagged. “I know... I’m sorry.”

You shrugged it off. Mistaken identity wasn’t a big deal— until it happened again at school, just a week after the first time.

“Miyo—” His hand found your wrist once more as you walked to the library with Jun. This time he released you quickly. Curiosity grew. Who was Miyoung, and why did he keep searching for her in you? Just then, Jun called out the name of the guy who had mistaken you.

“Jeonghan hyung!” He glanced between the two of you. “You know each other?”

“No, I just…”

“I’m Y/N.” you cut in sharply, introducing yourself properly, forcing a small, tight smile, making sure he heard it right. You wanted him to remember it. ”Not Miyoung, okay?”

His eyes flickered—confusion, guilt, something you couldn’t name—before he lowered his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice quieter now, almost careful. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, a small gesture that looked more like shame than awkwardness. “I’m Yoon Jeonghan.”

You bit back the questions pressing at your lips—about Miyoung, about why her name had been the first thing to leave his mouth every time he sees you. But since he was Jun’s friend, you swallowed them whole and let your curiosity smolder silently in the back of your mind. He seemed kind enough, sincere in his apologies. And maybe, you told yourself, it was better not to know—at least, not yet.

Jeonghan was everything good and gentle. Kind-hearted. Thoughtful. The kind of person who cared even about strangers. He smiled shyly, helped without hesitation, worried quietly for those around him. He was... perfect.

But there was something different in the way he looked at you. His eyes, usually warm, flickered with a brightness no one else saw. People noticed, and whispered it was more than friendship. At first, you ignored it—until the subtle unease settled deep inside you. That feeling of being... special. And it scared you.

One evening, as you both tried to focus on homework, you couldn’t hold back.

“Jeonghan, why are you so nice to me?” you asked, voice trembling with a mix of confusion and vulnerability. “Is it because I’m younger?”

His smile faltered. “No... it’s not that.”

“Then why?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It feels... different. Like... I don’t know.”

He looked away, searching for words, then spoke quietly.

“I’m happy when I see you... because you look just like someone very important to me.” His voice broke. “But she died. Two years ago... in a car accident.”

Your hand dropped the pen. The library’s usual quiet stretched into unbearable silence, as if the whole world was holding its breath. You didn’t know what to say. How could you even begin?

Miyoung.

You heard her name twice, and there was no way you could forget it. It was the name that first tethered Jeonghan’s world to yours—the name that carved a shadow between you from the very start. The name that made something in his eyes sink, like a tide pulling back into grief he could never escape.

You should have pieced it together long before. When he took you to that park near his neighborhood just to eat tteokbokki. When he handed you little gifts without reason. When he agreed to things you knew he didn’t like—parks, walking through noisy crowds—things you didn’t even particularly enjoy yourself. You should have known there was meaning in those choices.

It was Seungcheol who told you the truth—that these weren’t your moments. They were his and Miyoung’s. The park. The tteokbokki. The unplanned walks. You weren’t making new memories together; you were retracing old ones.

A part of you broke then, quietly, without him ever seeing. But you didn’t stop. You let the dates happen because Jeonghan’s smile during them was so rare, so unguarded. And seeing him happy—even if it wasn’t really because of you—was enough to steady your own heart for a while.

Knowing the truth made his actions... bearable. You told yourself he had his reasons, and they were valid. You told yourself that if you could just keep him smiling, you could keep the tears from ever slipping down his cheeks. And God, you never wanted to see him cry.

For a time, that was enough.

But everything has a limit, and eventually, you reached yours.

It unraveled slowly—when you realized that accepting his reasons meant accepting your place in his life: close enough to touch, but never close enough to truly be seen. Sometimes, you’d catch yourself just watching him, wondering what lived behind his silences, what shape his untold stories took. There was so much you wanted to know. So much you wanted him to trust you with. But he only gave you pieces when you asked, and you were too afraid to ask too much in case your curiosity pushed him away.

And maybe you didn’t want to know—because knowing might mean falling harder.

And you had already begun to fall.

He was different. He wasn’t like anyone else, because you saw him in a way no one else did. Even with all the walls he’d built, he was fragile—like glass that pretended to be steel. And you wanted to help him guard those walls if that’s what it took to keep him safe. You wanted to be the one to hold back his tears, and if they fell, you were selfish enough to want to be the first to wipe them away and tell him he’d be okay.

But that wasn’t the right thing to hope for. Not when Jeonghan was only with you for a reason that bled you dry.

Because the truth—the one you couldn’t deny—was that he didn’t see you. Not really.

He saw Miyoung.

You were nothing more than the shadow of the girl he loved. The first and the last. The one he could never let go of, even in death. And no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much of yourself you poured into him, you would never be anything else in his eyes.

You were not you. You were her.

And so, standing there, your voice broke in the rain.

“I’m not her. I’m sorry.”

Jeonghan knew the truth, but he chose to live inside the lie.

There were so many things that set Miyoung apart from you—so many ways she could never be mistaken for you, and you could never be mistaken for her. Miyoung’s presence had been a balm to his soul, steadying him when the world felt too loud, anchoring him when he wanted to drift away. You, on the other hand… you were fire at his doorstep, a force that pushed him into places he’d never dared to go.

She was calm. You were reckless.

She soothed storms. You were the storm.

If Miyoung was the quiet serenity of an endless ocean, you were the fierce, golden warmth of a rose quartz sunset—beautiful, fleeting, impossible to hold without letting it burn you a little.

“Jeonghan, you need Y/N. That’s the truth.” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the heavy silence. He spoke like he always did when it came to Jeonghan—sharp, knowing, certain. He saw things Jeonghan wouldn’t even admit to himself. “And staying frozen in the moment she left you… it’s killing you.”

“I never made her feel valued,” Jeonghan muttered, voice low, almost ashamed. “I’m not even sure of myself anymore.” The sigh that left him felt like it carried years of exhaustion.

“For once, Jeonghan, just be honest with yourself.” Seungcheol’s frustration bled through every word.

“How?” Jeonghan’s voice cracked, his control slipping for a moment. “I can’t look at her without remembering Miyoung!” That, at least, he couldn’t lie about. It was the one truth he could bear to say out loud. He didn’t want to keep you for the wrong reasons. He didn’t want to be cruel.

“Then who is it you think of now?” Seungcheol pressed. “Her… or Miyoung?”

Sometimes Jeonghan needed someone to hand him the mirror, even if he hated the reflection. He was smart—everyone knew it—but when it came to you and Miyoung, he was blind in ways that hurt.

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan whispered, the fight leaving his voice entirely. His spirit sagged under the weight of his own confusion. He was tired—tired of thinking, tired of feeling.

“You do know,” Seungcheol countered, eyes narrowing. “But you’re too much of a coward to admit it. You let your guilt win every time. Do you honestly think Miyoung would have wanted you to punish yourself like this? To lock yourself away from feeling anything ever again?”

Jeonghan didn’t answer, but his hands tightened into fists.

“Miyoung isn’t coming back, Jeonghan.” Seungcheol’s voice softened, but only just. “And when she left, she didn’t ask you to bury your heart with hers. Moving forward isn’t forgetting her—it’s carrying her memory without letting it chain you. It’s living.”

And maybe Seungcheol was right. But Jeonghan’s denial was stronger than reason.

“No one can replace Miyoung,” he said, voice breaking on her name. It came out raw, almost like a plea.

“Every person is irreplaceable,” Seungcheol shot back, unflinching. “But if you keep telling yourself that’s the only truth… then you’re already prepared to lose someone else.”

By someone else, they both knew who he meant.

Jeonghan’s mind hadn’t been quiet since that day. Seungcheol’s words played over and over, each repetition cutting deeper, because they were true. But truth didn’t erase the way Miyoung’s shadow still wrapped around him. She was still important—the most important—and no new face, no matter how hauntingly familiar, could change that.

He had promised himself once that he’d never replace her. He just never realized how much that promise would hurt when someone like you came along.

Avoiding you was agony.

Every time he caught sight of you in the cafeteria, every time your laugh reached his ears from across the room, he had to force himself to keep walking—because getting close again would be too dangerous. He wanted to hear your voice, to see your smile, but he strangled the impulse before it could breathe. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, convincing himself that distance was the only kindness he had left to give you.

You looked happy—at least, that’s what he told himself. The spark in your eyes still flickered, but it was dimmer now, and he knew exactly who was to blame for that. Jun was by your side, like always, making you laugh. You seemed… restored. Like you’d gone back to the version of yourself you were before he came into your life and ruined it. He wouldn’t dare step into that picture again just to shatter it.

But what he saw was only the surface.

Underneath, you were splintering.

You told yourself you were fine. You lied to yourself so well, you almost believed it—until something, anything, reminded you of him. And everything did.

"Do you want to watch a movie later?" Jun’s voice cut through your thoughts, dragging you back to the present.

"For free?" You perked up, bright-eyed like a child offered candy. He only nodded, and you gasped dramatically. "Oh my god, really?? What’s the occasion?"

"You sound like I never treat you to anything," Jun muttered, feigning a wounded expression.

You just grinned. "I’m not complaining. Free is free."

"I just want to prove I’m better at watching horror," he said, expression dead serious.

You burst out laughing. "I doubt it. Remember the haunted house last summer?" That pale, frozen look on his face—clinging to Seokmin for dear life—was burned into your memory.

"That was different! We encountered actual ghosts there. This is just a screen. Plus, Seokmin infected me with his weakness."

You shook your head, still chuckling. Jun watched you closely, like he was memorizing the way you looked when you were happy—because he knew it was rare these days.

"So, you coming or not?"

"I want to, but we have a club meeting later. How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, then. I’ll just tail you there again." Not a tail—more like a shadow. Jun was always there. If you were somewhere, he’d be somewhere close. He’d been the witness to every version of you. The one who laughed freely, the one who broke quietly, the one who tried to piece herself back together after Jeonghan. He couldn’t erase what happened, but he could try to help you stand again.

You knew he tried. That’s why you smiled for him, even when it felt like your lips might crack from the effort.

Now, sitting through the meeting, you caught him in the corner of the room—slouched, bored, stealing glances at you before looking away with a small smile. He saw you laughing with the others, and maybe that was enough for him.

But Jeonghan, passing by the doorway, saw the same scene—and felt something inside him collapse. Jun had what he didn’t, the courage to stay, the resolve to be there no matter how much it hurt. Jeonghan wished—God, he wished—he could do the same without the past shackling his every step.

He didn’t even notice Jun slipping out the side door until the younger man’s voice cut in.

"Hyung." Jun’s tone was neutral—too neutral.

"I’m just passing by." Jeonghan tore his gaze away from you, as if that could make the ache fade.

Jun’s eyes narrowed, sharp enough to pierce through him. "I’m not asking you to explain yourself. Just… don’t go near her again."

Jeonghan gave a thin, hollow smile. Jun hated how much it looked like yours when you were pretending to be fine.

"Of course. If I can’t take responsibility, I’ll leave. For good."

Jun’s jaw tightened. "If you can’t stay for her, you shouldn’t have stayed at all."

"I will. I’m sorry."

Jun almost scoffed. "That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? No fight, no reason, nothing?" His voice dropped, quiet but sharp enough to wound. "I love her, hyung. As a best friend. And I’ll protect her from anyone—especially you."

"I never meant to hurt her." The words felt pathetic even as they left his mouth.

"But you did," Jun said flatly. "And you will again if you keep orbiting her like this. So either be someone who stays, or disappear. Because I’m not letting her belong to someone temporary."

Leave. The word hit harder than he expected.

Jeonghan nodded faintly. "Just… help her heal."

Jun shook his head. "No. Heal yourself first. Then decide. Because it’s not me she needs—it’s you. But not like this."

“I miss you.”

Jeonghan’s fingers traced the cold edge of the headstone, each pass slower than the last. His tears slid down without restraint, falling into the earth like they might wake her.

“You know… I met someone who looks exactly like you. And it’s—” his voice caught, the rest spilling out in a ragged whisper, “—too much for me.”

The air trembled with his sobs, but no matter how much his chest ached, no arms reached for him. No voice soothed him. No warmth answered back.

He was just… miserable.

When he looked at you, he saw Miyoung. But in that reflection, there was something else—something he didn’t feel for Miyoung anymore. And yet, he loved her still, loved her enough that if the world asked for his life in exchange for hers, he would give it without hesitation. He believed he could only love one person in a lifetime. If he was certain Miyoung was that person… then why did he wake up every single day longing for you?

“Can I just have you back?” His forehead pressed against the stone, as if closeness to her name could count for closeness to her. “Miyoung…”

A white butterfly drifted into his peripheral vision, landing on his pinky with an almost mocking delicacy. The memory hit him without warning—Miyoung’s last night.

“Yoon Jeonghan, do you really know I love you?” Her head rested against his shoulder as the sky stretched above them, littered with stars that didn’t know they were being watched.

“How much?” His fingers played lazily with strands of her hair.

“What? Obviously, immeasurable.” She nudged him, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question—it was the kind parents asked their kids to coax out cuteness.

“Tell me anyway. Exactly how much.” He smiled faintly. Sometimes, he just wanted to hear it quantified, even if it never could be. “Because me? I love you so much that without you, I can’t.”

“Really?” She turned to face him. He nodded and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “That’s sweet… but I’d rather you turn that ‘can’t’ into ‘can.’ Because I want you to be strong, even without me. You’re my everything, Jeonghan. You’re my happiness. And if one day you have to choose between mine or yours… choose yours. That’s how much I love you. Don’t forget it.”

He should have questioned those words. They were a quiet premonition, the last tether before the disaster—an accident that stole her from him in an instant, completely and forever.

Since then, sleep had been a stranger. Functioning was something he acted out in public, but Miyoung’s voice echoed in his head on repeat. Be happy. She’d said it like it was simple. It wasn’t.

“Regret’s a nasty thing,” Seungcheol said one afternoon. “I should’ve taken care of that pen when I still had it.” It was absurd, but Jeonghan caught the weight in his words. Seungcheol hadn’t said you this time, but every phrase was aimed to hit his conscience. “You know,” Seungcheol continued, “people who can still stop themselves from feeling regret—they’re lucky. I hope they realize it before it’s too late.”

“I’ll buy you a pen,” Jeonghan muttered, pretending not to care, though every syllable hit.

“Weird. Why’d that sound like it landed?” Seungcheol smirked.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. You were lucky Jun hadn’t yet reached that level of infuriating.

Jun, however, didn’t need to. His words cut in a quieter, more direct way. “When will you be actually happy? I’m tired of seeing you like this.” Every time he looked at you, you seemed one breath away from breaking—one harsh gust from crumbling completely.

“Believe me, I’m trying my hardest to be okay.” If Jun knew how wide the gap was between what you showed and what you felt, maybe he’d appreciate the effort. His expression softened.

“Just don’t pretend,” he said. “Cry if you want—I’ll cover you.”

“Really? No take-backs.” You tugged at his shirt, leaning closer.

“Just… don’t sob so hard. I can’t block the sound.” He straightened his shoulders, building a wall around you with his frame.

“I’ll really cry.” You grinned faintly but only gave him a playful punch. “Tss. I won’t. How could you ask me to cry in public?”

“Have you seen yourself? You need to let it out. Come on—no one will see.” He spread his arms like a fence, which of course drew more attention than he wanted.

“That’s not how you do it, Jun.” You slipped your arms around his waist instead. “This is better. Less spectacle. More comfort.” You looked at him sincerely, and he blinked at you as if memorizing the moment.

“You’re trying to hit on me. Public display of affection’s an offense.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away. “How come I don’t affect you? I’m still a woman, you know.”

“Woman? You? I dunno.” He scanned the air around you like he was searching for proof. You sighed.

“But kidding aside, Jun—if there’s a woman you like, hug her when she looks like she’s about to fall apart. It’s the best cure, especially if it’s from the person she wants it from the most.”

“Do you want that hug from Jeonghan hyung?” Jun teased. You said nothing. Of course you did—more than anything—but he was also the one person you couldn’t bear to be close to.

Jun noticed your silence and pulled you into a quiet embrace anyway, hoping it would be enough.

Neither of you noticed Jeonghan watching from the window above. He saw the way you leaned into Jun, the way your arms fit around him, the way Jun’s hand mussed your hair like he’d known you forever. He saw it all. And not one thing about it sat right with him.

Nothing.

Weekend.

Jeonghan lay in bed like the world had ended—because for him, it had, just in a quiet, private way no one else could see. The ceiling was just an endless blank above him, and he stared until his eyes ached. He’d been telling himself for weeks that he could carry the weight of his sadness alone. But the truth was ugly—he couldn’t. Not anymore.

He reached for his phone, hands heavy, and opened his gallery. Photos of Miyoung filled the screen—some stolen, some posed, all painful. There they were together, frozen in moments that would never happen again. It should’ve hurt enough to stop, but he kept scrolling.

And somewhere between her laugh caught mid-frame and her face blurred in motion, his mind slipped—uninvited—to you.

Your smile, unpolished and whole. Your laugh, bright and too loud. The ridiculous jokes that didn’t land but still made him laugh. The stubborn tilt of your chin when you were set on something. The way you ate without a shred of self-consciousness, like you didn’t owe the world your prettiest self. And your eyes—how they were galaxies when you were happy, and how they’d dimmed into dying stars the last time you looked at him… for goodbye.

He blinked and realized—he wasn’t looking at Miyoung’s photos anymore. He’d been seeing you.

The silence pressed in. His chest felt tight. And then, like a thread snapping, he gave in. He needed you.

Before he could think himself out of it, he was pulling up your contact—half expecting it to be gone, half terrified it wouldn’t be—and dialing.

The line rang. Once. Twice.

"Hello?" Your voice hit him like a fist to the ribs. He froze. Too many words fought to get out and none made it through. "Hello? Who’s this?"

"I—It’s me… Jeonghan."

The silence that followed was heavier than any curse. You’d deleted his number—he could tell—because you’d needed to. He was the thing you were running from, and here he was, forcing himself into your day.

"Can we talk?" he asked, voice low, almost breaking.

"Uh… sorry. I have a lot to do." A lie so fragile it almost hurt to hear. He could picture you, gripping the phone just tight enough to stop your hands from shaking.

"I can wait until you’re free." The words left him like a plea he didn’t mean to make.

"No, you don’t have to. And please, don’t call me again. I’m changing my number."

He flinched, not at the words themselves, but at the quiet finality in them. The kind that said you’d thought this through. That you were protecting yourself from him.

Somewhere behind you, Jun’s voice bled through the line—mocking, but with that sharpness Jeonghan knew too well. "Sure, like you’re not waiting for his call."

You hung up.

But not before Jeonghan heard it. And that single, unguarded comment lit something reckless in him.

For weeks, he’d been paralyzed by the fear of losing you completely. Avoiding you was his way of pretending he had a choice in the matter. But Seungcheol had been right—regret was worse than rejection.

Before he knew it, he was out the door, cardigan thrown over his shoulders, keys in his pocket. His breath steamed in the air as he walked, not caring where his feet took him until he was standing in your neighborhood.

He could’ve gone straight to your door. Could’ve demanded you face him. But that felt wrong. Instead, he waited—because you were worth waiting for. Because part of him still believed fate could be kind just once.

The first snow began to fall. He’d always hated winter, but today the cold felt like punishment. His hands burned from it, but the only thing frozen was his heart—frozen since the day you walked away. Miyoung had warmed him once, but she wasn’t the one he needed anymore. He only needed you.

You were on your way back from the department store, clutching a paper bag of cold medicine. The snow clung to your hair, melting on your cheeks. You hadn’t bothered with a scarf or gloves—reckless in that way he used to scold you for.

Thinking of him hurt. But thinking of him well hurt worse. You hoped he’d heal from Miyoung, that one day he’d open himself up to someone fully and without ghosts in the room. But you didn’t want to see him until you could trust yourself not to want him back.

And then—fingers on your wrist. A voice calling your name.

You spun around.

"I’m not Miyoung." The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"I know." He released your hand like it burned him.

"Jeonghan?"

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The snow fell between you, slow and deliberate, as if time itself was watching.

"You weren’t supposed to call me," you said finally, your voice barely above the sound of the snow hitting the ground.

"I know." His voice cracked like something old breaking. "But I… needed to."

"You shouldn’t be here."

"I know." His breath was unsteady, visible in the cold. "But I had to see you. Just once. Even if you tell me to leave after."

Your fingers curled tighter around the medicine bag. "Why? So you can say sorry? So you can feel better about yourself?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "So I can remember what it’s like to look at you without wondering if I dreamed you up."

Your chest ached—because you’d missed him. Because you still wanted to throw every wall you built straight to the ground. But you forced yourself still.

"You should go, Jeonghan."

He stepped closer, just enough that you could feel the faint warmth from him. His eyes searched yours like he was trying to memorize every blink, every flinch.

"If I go now, will you ever let me come back?"

You looked away, focusing on the snow gathering on the tips of your shoes. "No."

He swallowed hard, but didn’t move. The silence wrapped tighter around you, thick with everything neither of you could say.

"Goodbye, Jeonghan." Finally, you stepped back, breaking the space between you. The word landed between you like the last shovelful of dirt over a grave.

"Please… just hear me out." His voice wasn’t just pleading—it trembled, fragile in a way that made your chest tighten. His eyes locked on yours, begging, and for a terrifying second you felt yourself swaying toward him despite every warning you’d carved into your heart. "Please?"

You exhaled slowly, as if buying time could also buy you strength. You told yourself you’d be unshakable when this day came—that you’d look him straight in the eyes and feel nothing. But Yoon Jeonghan had always been the exception to every rule you made for yourself. "…Just for a minute," you murmured, barely above a whisper.

Relief swept over his face, too quickly, too openly, like a man who had been drowning and just spotted the shore. You didn’t give him your eyes, but you gave him your ears. Maybe that was already too much.

"I like you." The words came fast, unpolished, almost reckless—like he was afraid if he wrapped them in too much explanation, you’d find a way to cut them apart. "So please… stop ignoring me."

You let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. It hurt to hear yourself sound that bitter. "What?" The word caught in your throat, too heavy for its size. Somewhere inside you, something still hoped—pathetically, stubbornly—that he meant it. But your pride knew better. "Jeonghan… enough."

"No. Please." His voice cracked just slightly as he reached for your hands, catching them in his before you could pull away. His palms were warm—dangerously warm—and the familiarity of it was a betrayal in itself. "I like you. Not because you look like Miyoung. Not because you remind me of her. I like you… as you."

His voice didn’t waver, but his grip trembled like he was holding on to something slipping away. His eyes searched yours, frantic, desperate—like if he looked hard enough, he could find a thread of belief to pull you back to him.

"You think I don’t know the difference? I do. I knew it the first time you laughed at me— it was unrestrained… it caught me off guard. You talk back. You make me work for every inch I get with you. And sometimes you make me feel like I’m losing my mind, but I’ve never felt so… alive."

He swallowed, the words scraping out of him like they hurt to say. "At first, yeah… I gravitated toward you because you made the silence bearable. Because you reminded me of what I lost. But it stopped being about that so quickly I didn’t even notice. I started looking for you, not her. I memorized the way you walk, the way your voice drops when you’re tired, the way your hands fidget when you’re trying not to care. I’ve caught myself staring at you in moments when Miyoung wasn’t even a shadow in my head, and I realized—I wasn’t chasing her ghost anymore. I was falling for you."

“Jeonghan, stop…”

His grip tightened, as if afraid you’d dissolve if he let go. "I know I ruined it. I know I made it impossible for you to trust me. But don’t think for a second that you’re anyone’s replacement. You’ve taken up space in me that no one ever has—not even her."

You wanted to believe him—God, how you wanted to—but belief wasn’t a switch you could flip. Not after all the nights you’d lain awake wondering if his heart beat for someone else while his eyes were on you.

"Okay." You yanked your hands back like they burned. "And what exactly do you want me to say to that, Jeonghan?" The way his face fell almost made you flinch. Almost. He was the one who made you this cold, and you refused to feel guilty for surviving him.

"YN—"

"Stop." The word cut him off like a blade. You felt the sting of tears clawing up your throat, and you swallowed them hard. You hated that your voice shook. "This is done, Jeonghan. I gave you more than a minute,”

You turned to leave, every step away from him tearing something out of you, but before you could get far—

"I told you," his voice rose, fierce with something almost desperate, "I like you. And I don’t care if you believe me now or if you never do. Just… be ready, because I’ve made up my mind. I can’t lose someone important again. I can’t lose you. Not when I know—" his voice wavered, breaking, "—that deep down, you want me too."

Your heart lurched violently, your feet betraying you, stopping mid-step. You wanted to turn around and scream at him for having the audacity to sound so certain, to hold your heart like this when you never gave him permission. But instead, your eyes stung, and the tears you’d been holding back finally won.

"Does it make you feel good? Knowing I like you too?" Your voice was hoarse, bitter. "You should have let her go before you made me feel… special. Then maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to trust you."

He closed the distance slowly, like approaching a wounded animal that could bolt at any second. You wanted to step back, but your body wouldn’t move. His hands found your shoulders, steady and warm, and before you could protest, he pulled you into him.

You hated the way you fit there. You hated that you missed it.

"I hate this." Your fists were pressed against his chest, but you didn’t push. Not really.

"I’m sorry. I’m really sorry." The words spilled from him like he’d been holding them back for years. "I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’m sorry for every time I made you doubt yourself.” his voice cracked, raw, "—I can’t promise I’ll ever forget Miyoung. If she hadn’t been in my life, I wouldn’t have been in that place to meet you. I wouldn’t have called you with her name—" his breath hitched, "—and I wouldn’t have had the chance to fall for you."

Your tears finally fell, hot and fast against his shirt.

"But… I can promise I’ll wait. For as long as it takes. If that’s what it means to have a chance with you."

It was too much. Too sincere. Too dangerous.

You wanted to tell him you’d think about it. You wanted to tell him you weren’t saying no. But the truth was, the only thing in your mind was the one question you’d been avoiding since you met him—

For all the ways you knew he could destroy you, a single, dangerous thought remained: what if, this time, he was worth breaking for?

The answer is yours.

"Love me for who I am, not for who you want me to be." I wrote this story upon reading this quote. I’m sorry if it’s sad. I just miss Yoon Jeonghan so much, it hurts. Reblog if you liked and let me know how you think of this in the comments. Or slide in my inbox? Thanks for reading! -belle♥︎

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17 IS RIGHT HERE

summary: ‘17 is right here’ is the second compilation album by sevwnteen, released april 29, 2024. today, we deep dive into the music videos from this era and focus in on seventeens only female member, y/n, and have a inside look into her wardrobe, lines, and more!

nat’s notes: y/n has no faceclaim & all images used are placeholders/representative of her hair color. imagine her however you so choose! i did not do any of the “korean ver.” songs for now because…that’s a lot of songs & i may end up doing them for the japanese eras so likeeee…we’ll stick to maestro & spell for now:)

MAESTRO

SEVENTEEN makes their epic comeback of 2024 with a complete tone shift from SEVENEENTH HEAVEN's God of Music. MAESTRO is a powerful, intense song that uses both new and old sounds of SEVENTEEN to create a new, genre-defying sound altogether.

The song itself seems to reflect SEVENTEEN's ongoing message of group solidarity and how together, we can orchestrate our futures the same way a maestro orchestrates a symphony.

The music video is a futuristic dystopian world where AI has taken over, creating almost anything and everything. The scenes of members dancing alongside bizarre robots, or fighting against them, prompt the viewer to think about the latest AI vs Human debate. The video asks us in the final frame, "Who is the real MAESTRO?" referencing what we just watched, where anything can be created with technology.

SEVENTEEN's only female member and maknae, Y/N, has a strong appearance in the video alongside her members. The first time we see Y/n outside of a group choreographed scene is during Wonwoo and Jun's verses. After Wonwoo fights a hoard of soliders, he turns to look at the end of the hallway. At the end of it, we finally see Y/n, tied up by wires and obscure technology, sparks flying out around her as she tiredly looks up at him. We see Jun in a similar hallway, surrounded by dead robots. We can only infer/assume that both Jun and Wonwoo are there to save her.

We finally properly see Y/n, as well as her first line in the song during the iconic "Following the maestro's lead" line. This portion of the music video went viral on multiple platforms. Y/n’s wardrobe also went viral. From wearing grey & black to a red suit to a black and white edgier look, she complimented the members by her side while also looking beautiful as an individual. Her style was more gender-neutral for this music video, a choice mad purposefully to match the song and the universe of the video. Fans spiraled for days about the dark red suit with leather details, thanking whoever had put her in that.

The music video is both creative, imaginative, intentive, and thought-provoking. SEVENTEEN is nine years into their career and it's clear they are not going away any time soon.

MAESTRO LINES

2:03-2:07 (original, jeonghan)

Following the maestro's lead

3:00-3:10 (original, joshua)

Never lose the good vibe Good life, we go global Don't lose the good vibe

SPELL

The Performance Teams track, Spell, is a rather smooth, dreamy song under the Ampiano genre, a shift from their usual intense beats and dance-centric sounds like MOONWALKER or Back 2 Back. The song has an overall soft sound, from the vocals to the percussion. The song explores unspoken mutual feelings and relationships without words. The chorus, “Adila kiya akiya shurapoeh” was invented by the performance unit to represent the “spell”.

Both the song and the music video contain dreamy aesthetics, members' vocals taking you away sonically, while the music video contains a tarot card concept with visuals that catch your eye and leave you in awe. Each of the members representing their own cards, THE8 being The Heart, Y/N being The Star, HOSHI being The Wings, DINO being The Arrow, and JUN being The Apollo.

The choreography matches the overall ethereal energy. Moves are soft and smooth, and the members even add a hint of sensuality, which goes perfectly with the overall song.

A complete shift from MAESTRO, Y/n’s style is more feminine for this mv. Matching the whimsical vibes she wears a lot of clothing with natural waves or extra pieces that flow with her dancing. She wears cute hair styles and bright colors that shift with the dreamy aesthetics. When talking about the song, Y/n thanks SEVENTEEN members The 8, Dino, Woozi, and producer BUMZU for creating such an excellent track. She also said this is one of her favorite music videos she’s ever filmed.

SPELL LINES

0:16-0:24 (original, dino)

This ocean view

Everyday, I’ll give it to you

1:28 - 1:36 (with dino & the 8) (original, dino & the 8)

Adila kiya akiya shurapoeh

With a language only we know, I cast a spell

2:03 - 2:08 (original, hoshi)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

2:09-2:14 (with jun) (original, jun)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (hoshi: nothing better)

2:39-2:46 (with jun & hoshi) (original, jun & hoshi)

Adila kiya akiya shurapoeh

With a language only we know, I cast a spell

3:07-3:12 (original, jun)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

svt 14th member masterlist

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MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST

all of my works outside of the svt x 14th member au!

DNI if you are under 18. if you wanna see me yap everything will be under #nats thoughts and #natalics thoughts. any fics i particularly love will be under #natalics recs

everywhere to find natalia (me!)

svt 14 masterlist

G-DRAGON X POPSTAR!READER

like we were in paris | part one | part two

paris smau

glitter & crimson

text au | cookie debacle | sick simps

headcanons | reader meets BSS | met gala

MISCELLANEOUS

guilty conscience | t.o.p x reader

bad love | eddie munson x reader

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SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER

INSTAGRAM UPDATE AUGUST 8, 2025

nata notes: all images are place holders! y/n has no faceclaim (obviously) so please imagine her however you feel!

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y/n: happy birthday coupsie, may you keep being the embodiment of this emoji forever😗

thank you for being the best leader i could’ve asked for these last 10 years<3 i love you always

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sound_of_coups: love you, ynnie (liked by author)

svtdiamond: why am i crying

jjjliner: OPPA IS 30

horangcoups: we both know she is not gonna call him oppa on the timeline with how some kpop stan’s have started using it in freaky deaky ways

cherrycoups: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOLLIE🎂

lovesyn: THE PHOTO OF HER SQUISHING HIS FACE SO HIS LIPS DO THE LIL POUT🫶🏻

ho5hi_kwon: Why didn’t I get a photo dump?

y/n: you did??

ho5hi_kwon: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

mingoo17: my favorite svt duo to date

kerroppiiii: COUPS’S BIRTHDAY POST IM CRYING

darlingyou_u_u: BIG DAY FOR YNCOUPS SHIPPERS

jeonghanniehae: it’s…his birthday, she’s done this for every member this year & does it on weverse EVERY year

foreverynswife: idk who i’m more jealous of in the third pic

caratsloveyn: TELL SEUNGCHEOL WE CAN FIGHT, HE CANT TAKE ALL OF US

seventeencaratmagic: day 928293625117 of carats loving every crumb, yncheol fans are tweaking rn on twitter

celestialjunhui: This is so cute<3

dk_is_dokyeom: Happy birthday S.Coups! (liked by author)

eatingtteokkboki: i’ve missed this duo so bad & i didn’t even know

twilightyn: their friendship is so special to me. yall don’t get them like i do.

godofthotmusic: Did you by him a present?

seungkwansimp: AWWWWWW

rockwithcoups: i can’t wait for the edits this is gonna bring to my tiktok fyp

joshujiii: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL🍒❤️🍒❤️

wontonwoo: i can’t believe he’s 30

lovelysvt: this duo makes me so happy🥹 from scoups being distant/cold pre-debut to them posting each other for their birthdays & being one of the most healthy friendships i’ve ever seen. nobody loves seventeen more than seventeen🫶🏻

ynsfavorite: HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUPSSSSSS

wooahaeyn: PLEASE FILM A TIKTOK DANCE TOGETHER I BEGGGG

chwenon: happy birthday seungcheol💙 carats & seventeen are so proud of you🩷

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i saw you say your taglist is “in development” HOWEVER when it IS developed can i be on it queen diva icon😝🤭🫣 ill be the number one, the og🤞🏻

AAAAA YES OFC🫶🏻 i am definitely gonna start doing a proper masterlist once i start doing more written stuff & YOURE FIRST ON THE LIST DIVA🤍🤍🤍

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THROUGHOUT THE ERAS

SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER

svt14 masterlist

summary: a breakdown of y/n’s style, lines, and more during each era of seventeen

disclaimer: y/n has no faceclaim, & all images used are placeholders/used to help show details (how do i word that?). please imagine her how you like!

SEVENTEEN

17 CARAT | BOYS BE | FIRST “LOVE&LETTER” | Love&Letter repackage | Going Seventeen | AI1 | TEEN,AGE | DIRECTORS CUT | YOU MAKE MY DAY | YOU MADE MY DAWN | An Ode

Heng:garæ | ;[Semicolon] | Your Choice | Attacca | Face The Sun | SECTOR 17 | FML | SEVENTEENTH HEAVEN | 17 IS RIGHT HERE | SPILL THE FEELS | HAPPY BURSTDAY

Japanese Releases (coming soon)

SOLO

twilight zone

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GOING SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER

svt 14 masterlist

summary: a masterlist to y/n’s adventures in going seventeen

nat’s notes: y/n is obviously a reader-insert & is not real. everything here will be from SEVENTEEN’s youtube series GOING SEVENTEEN with added scenes of my own for the story. DNI if you are under 18. there’s no upload schedule, i’m just doing these whenever i want. there also may be episodes i skip because…i don’t see a good way to write y/n into them or i simply don’t feel like writing that particular episode.

2019

coming soon!

2020

Mystery Mystery | Don't Lie | Boo Seungkwan's Past Life Destiny | Insomnia-Zero | Seventeen Brain Survival | SVT Escape Room | Delivery Food Fighter | Human Chess | Debate Night II | Pie in The Sky | Four-wheeled Rider | Ad-lib: Seventeen's Got Talent | The8 & the 13 Shadows | The Tag | Christmas in August | MOUSEBUSTERS | BAD CLUE | SVTSIDE OUT | Bungee Jump | Carnival | Don't Lie II | GOING VS SEVENTEEN | TTT (Hperrealism Ver.) | GOING

2021

coming soon!

2022

coming soon!

2023

coming soon!

2024

coming soon!

2025

SEVENTEEN TV (COMEBACK SPECIAL)

Where’s SEVENTEEN? | The Rebellion of The Moles | MC BOO’s Dangerous Invitation | WATER BATTLEGROUNDS

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[GOING SEVENTEEN 2020] EP. 28 술잡기 #2 (The Tag #2)

SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER READER

summary: The members of SEVENTEEN must find a key to escape the abandoned factory while avoiding murdered attacks. There are only three keys that will unlock the exit. SEVENTEEN’s only female member, Y/N, is paired up with leader S.COUPS and member DK to endure the factory together.

word count: 4.7K

warnings: not proofread. fem!reader. clowns, masked men, killer grandmas? dk, seungcheol, & y/n being chaos central. basically everything that happens in the episode.

nats notes: Happy Cheol Day! well okay it’s technically august 7th for me but its his birthday in korea & im too impatient. i wasn’t sure what to post for his birthday but this is my all-time fav gose episode and it’s what honestly got me to become a carat (i was a fan of the8 before i got into the group). so, i decided to write my fav episode and pair the lovely reader with the biggest scaredy cats of the entire episode. i already feel bad for her. this isn’t the most focused on her dynamics with the members but i still thought it would be fun. i hope you guys enjoy! if not…don’t tell me<3

Y/n stood in the midst of her members, or the ones still around, looking at the crew in front of her as she just let the boys argue who went in next. The abandoned factory behind her caused shivers to run down her spine, and she slowly turned to Jun as he joined a team with Woozi, Vernon, and Dino.

The episode was Jun’s idea. An escape game but with people in masks running around and trying to catch you while you and your team looked for the key to escape. Y/n loved escape rooms, the one they filmed a while ago being one of her favorite Going Seventeen episodes to date, but the idea of someone in a scary mask chasing her down a dark hallway caused her to fidget with her hands nervously while the guys started switching teams around and using their wish cards.

“Alright, lets summarize.” Says Mingyu, standing next to her. He turns to Seungcheol, DK, Joshua, Hoshi, and Minghao. “All five of you have to go alone.” He then turns to the two next to him, “Seungkwan, Y/n, and I. Jeonghan and Wonwoo. And the rest as a team of four.”

After Woozi, Vernon, Dino, and Jun all fail in their turn, Jeonghan and Wonwoo go in next. Y/n frowns, looking over at Mingyu and Seungkwan, then the members who are supposed to be going in alone. 

She raises her hand shyly. “Can I go with one of them?” She asks finally, the members all looking at her in confusion. “I don’t want one of them to go alone if they’re too scared,” She suggests, gesturing to the members who would be going alone.

“Yah, you just don’t wanna go with me and Mingyu!” Seungkwan whines, offended.

“You’re going to cry and take up all the screentime!” She shoots back, causing the remaining members to burst into laughter. She points back at Seungkwan, “You’re gonna be screaming for Mingyu-ah and you’re going to leave me to die!” 

Hoshi leans forward, “Who do you want to go with?” He asks in between laughs.

“Not you,” She says quickly, knowing full-well he’d also sacrifice her to a masked murderer. DK starts to clap, practically falling out of his chair as he laughs. She looks up at the others. “Couldn’t we go by twos?”

The group and the crew start debating and proposing ideas. Mostly because people like DK and Seungcheol were too scared to go alone. They fight over rock paper scissors, saying at least one person has to go alone, and Y/n could go with whoever won.

Somehow, after lots of debate, rock paper scissors, and shoving each other like they’re a sacrifice, Y/n ended up in a group with DK and Seungcheol. Joshua and Hoshi were together, and Minghao decided he would go alone. 

Y/n shook her head, “I should’ve gone with THE 8,” She whispers after they’re told that Minghao had made it out. Hoshi had done exactly what she expected, sacrificed Joshua, and both of them lost.

Seungcheol looks up, furrowing his brow, “What are you saying?” He complains. “You don’t want to go with us?”

“You two are more scared than I am!”

“I’m not that scared anymore,” Seungcheol defends, moving on his feet awkwardly.

DK, sitting in a chair on his phone, speaks up. “Really, I’m not scared.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “I don’t believe you at all,” She mutters.

“What did I tell you? If two cowards gather, what are they?” Seungcheol nudges DK, “Real cowards.”

After the boys get their cameras on, Y/n stands near the doors with her arms crossed. “We’ll go.” DK hums, but raises a brow at the crew. “Are you sure?”

“Let’s go.” Seungcheol says, walking towards the girl.

DK jogs to catch up. “Let’s go together.”

“Hurry up!” Y/n whines. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to be doing this either, but she just wanted it done and over with rather than waiting around and scaring herself more.

Y/n is shocked by how dark it is inside the building. She lets Seungcheol lead them down the stairs while she looks around. She knew it’d be dark, but she really couldn’t see much of anything even in the stairwell.

Behind her, DK looks around nervously. “Hey, I think we should be quiet.” He says, “We shouldn’t let the murderer know where we are.”

“Okay,” Y/n whispers as Seungcheol pulls open the door. If it was possible, it’s even darker on the floor where they were filming. Nervously, Y/n grabs onto Seungcheol’s arm and peaks over his shoulder. She can’t see much of anything except for the path of his flashlight.

DK moves slowly and quietly after them into the first room. They’re quiet as they look around for any sign of murderers or keys. Y/n is looking thoroughly through shelves and drawers, taking in the surroundings while also trying to ignore the fear settling in her spine.

“Hey, I think no one is here.” DK whispers as he starts to walk towards the hallway. Just as he does, he hears a faint commotion in the distance. He closes his eyes, letting out a silent breath as he tries to prep himself. Seungcheol and Y/n appear next to him and he quickly holds up a finger to silence them.

Y/n stays behind Seungcheol and DK as they creep out into the hall. It’s silent, eerily silent. Y/n doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until her lungs start to burn. Her eyes are scanning the darkness repeatedly for anything. Any sign that there was something lurking just out of sight.

Seungcheol steps into a room, looking for the key. DK leans around the corner with his flashlight. Quickly, he spins around and starts pushing the girl into the room their leader just stepped into. “A murderer, a murderer,” He whispers repeatedly, eyes filled with panic as he quietly shuts the door.

Y/n looks up, blinking at him. “Did you see him?” She asks, her eyes moving back to the door like it might swing open.

“A man with a mask.” He explains. Y/n sighs, shaking her head as she faces the wall. 

Seungcheol is smiling, filled with excited nerves. “What should we do?” He asks. Curious, he lets DK move out of the way so he can open the door and stick his head out. Y/n stays in a corner, shaking her head and muttering in English and Korean.

“I should’ve come with The 8. Or Jeonghan. Or Vernon. Or anyone else but these two.”

She looks up just as Seungcheol walks out into the hallway. DK follows, nervous, and Y/n scurries to join them. She holds her flashlight up to look around again. The place is fairly emptied besides cluttered boxes and furniture. Not very many places to hide, she realizes.

The main hallway is lit up by a singular light, likely for them and the scare actors, as well as ambience to make the other rooms seem darker.

“There he is, the masked man,” Seungcheol whispers. Y/n looks up, seeing a tall figure with a light up mask leaning out from a room. The three of them freeze, unsure of what the man’s next move would be. 

Of course, he starts moving closer. And fast.

Y/n spins and runs into the nearest room. Seungcheol and DK are muttering behind her but it quickly becomes screaming when the man is right there. Y/n, on the other hand, was already running away, leaving the two behind to fend for themselves.

“Oh my god!” DK shouts as they run into a room filled with boxes of junk, desk chairs, and a couple of old shelves. The girl was on the other side of the room, standing in front of a closed door. She looks back at them, laughing as they press their bodies against the door they just came in from. “Oh god! What’s going on! He frightened me! Wow!” DK shouts as he looks around the room. Thankfully it was another room with a dim light on. Y/n is laughing as she leans against a cabinet.

Seungcheol is kneeling on the floor, “I lost my camera!”

“Where did it go?” Y/n asks in confusion. The three of them fall silent at loud banging on the door DK and Seungcheol are at.

DK frowns, “What’s wrong with you?” He whines. The masked man responds with another bang. “The door will break.”

Y/n turns to the door she’s standing at. “I’ll check this door,” She whispers, feeling a slight sense of bravery. As soon as she steps out though, she looks down at the camera strapped to her torso. “If a murderer tries to get me, I’ll tell them to get DK instead.”

The next room is dark. Y/n looks around, not seeing any lurking shadows. As she’s about to step into a new room, she flicks on a light, and freezes.

The masked man is sitting, almost casually, in a chair.

She freezes, and he looks at her. The girl smiles nervously, “Hi.” She whispers before spinning on her heel.

[FRIENDLY EVEN WITH MURDERERS]

Seungcheol is just about to walk out of the room when Y/n bursts back through the door. “One’s out there!” She shouts, basically pushing Seungcheol out of her way as she slams the door shut behind her. Seungcheol stands at it, while DK stands at the original one they came from. “He’s out there!” She squeaks as she runs towards DK.

“But then we can go out to that door,” Seungcheol suggests. DK, unsure, cracks open the door to aim his flashlight out into the hall.

“AH!” DK slams the door shut. “No one’s there.” He mutters in realization before looking back. “But why is it so scary?” Suddenly, a gentle knock causes them to fall silent. Y/n slowly turns to Seungcheol’s door, her mouth hanging open in shock. The masked man is still mocking them on the other side.

“Don’t hit the door!” Seungcheol whines with more laughter to follow.

DK speaks up, “They aren’t as scary as I thought, though,” He says thoughtfully.

“Then you go meet them!” Y/n shoves at his shoulder.

“I think people wearing masks are even scarier.” Seungcheol explains, one hand still on the door handle.

“That’s true.”

Y/n looks up, “Wasn’t one of them a woman?”

“Yeah, one was a woman.”

Y/n sighs, “We can’t sit here forever.” She mutters as she looks around the floor. “I haven’t seen a key, and it’s probably out there,” She gestures to DK and his door.

Seungcheol starts walking over. “I think they will be outside.”

“Wait, let me check,” DK whispers as he slowly cracks open the door. Just as he lifts his flashlight, they see a man dressed as a scary old lady with a knife on the other side.

The three of them all shout, slamming the door shut again. Y/n and Seungcheol practically jump to the other side of the room, holding each other like a hug alone would save them. DK is pressed against the door, screaming repeatedly. 

“Woah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” DK practically cries, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Y/n smacks Seungcheol’s arm. “Let’s go out this door, then?” She whispers. 

“I’ll go look,” The older member suggests. Y/n nods, playing with the ends of her hair nervously.

DK is still pressed to the door, looking over fearfully. “Wah, I hate this.” He whispered.

Y/n steps closer, not wanting to be at the other door alone, “We suck at this,” She starts to giggle. 

Seungcheol steps in. “Look!” He holds up a small key, and suddenly the trio is filled with hope.

Y/n spins towards DK’s door, “Let’s go, let’s go,” She pulls the handle, opening it just a bit. In the darkness, all she can see is the blue lights of the killers mask. She and DK scream, slamming it shut again. She runs away from the door and straight to Seungcheol while DK keeps screaming, crying, maybe both.

“Mask, mask, mask.” DK explains as their leader comes closer. Y/n stands behind him, clutching onto his denim jacket. DK cracks open the door and the two of them start looking out with their flashlights.

“There’s no masked man.”

“No, he’s hiding.” DK explains.

“I think he’s hiding behind that.” Y/n points. Seungcheol pats her arm so she lets go of him as he makes his way back to the other side.

DK huffs. “He’s hiding like a coward!” He scolds as he shuts the door again. The three are silent as he looks up. “But we are hiding as well.” Y/n starts to laugh, nudging him as they realize they are indeed cowards.

Seungcheol holds his finger up, and immediately the two of them fall silent. Slowly, he pushes open the door. He’s got it part of the way open when both the man dressed as the killer grandma and the man with the light up mask come barrelling closer. “He’s there! The killer’s there!”

“GO!” Y/n shouts as she shoves DK out of the way and flings open their door. 

“DK leave! Just leave! Leave now! Leave!” Seungcheol shouts as he holds his door shut.

Y/n and DK stand outside of the room, waving him along. “Hurry! Go!” Seungcheol moves quickly and with quiet ease. DK and Y/n link arms as they run quickly down the hallway.

“This! This!” Y/n hisses as they come to the end where the glass doors were locked with chains. “This is the exit!”

Seungcheol kneels down to put the key in the lock, and Y/n looks out into the parking lot where the other members sat in wait. She bounced on her feet, looking behind her to see any sign of the masked men.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, this isn’t the key,” He whispers in realization. 

“Hide, hide,” DK whispers.

“We have to find the key!” Y/n moves quickly into the room right of the exit, looking around in both annoyance and fear. She freezes as she sees a figure standing on the far side of the room. She blinks, her eyes adjusting to the slight darkness. She lifts her flashlight, realizing this murderer was dressed as a clown. 

She sighs, her shoulders slouching. “No!” She cries, child-like.

A hand presses to her back and she looks behind her. Suengcheol stands there, “Go find the key, Y/n-ah.” He says, “I’ll take him.” Y/n looks between the clown and her leader, who gives her another pat on the back. The girl breaks into a sprint, disappearing out of sight of either Seungcheol, DK, or the clown. 

Once the clown started running at him, Seungcheol booked it down the hall into one of the first rooms. He yells out as he stumbles into the granny-dressed character. He trips over the garbage and clutter in a large room, running towards the other exit. To his luck, the man with the light-up mask comes strolling in. “Yah! How many are there!?” He shouts.

Meanwhile, DK is hiding behind a half-wall by the exit, praying none of the murderers will come looking for him.

Seungcheol makes it out of the larger room and runs across the hall into a smaller one, closing the door quickly. He flicks on the light (not his smartest move), looking around. The space is bare spare of wires and an old rack of clothes. He takes the moment to catch his breath now that he’s temporarily safe.

Y/n? Well, Y/n’s actually doing alright. She ran all the way back to the entrance, back to the first room they went in, and started hiding in a locker. Turns out Mingyu had hid in that locker during his round too.

She breathes heavily, listening to the sounds of running feat and Seungcheol’s laughs. She leans her head back. “I have to find the key.” She whispers, her tone more filled with despair at the fact that the three of them were now split up. “Dokyeom-ah, I hope the clown gets you first.” 

Slowly, Y/n steps out of the locker, deciding to keep her flashlight off as she wonders out into the dark hallway. She ducks behind a corner just as the masked man and the granny knock on the door Seungcheol is behind. She holds her breath, waiting for the masked man to wonder down the hall before she quickly slipped into a room

It was a small room filled with books and shelves. She sighs, jumping slightly at the sight of a woman sitting on a counter. “Oh, hello,” She whispers. For a moment, she’s frozen in her spot. “Are you a killer?” No movement. No response. “Mannequin?” She whispers in English. She looks around the room slightly, keeping the unfamiliar figure in her peripheral. “There’s no key in here.”

Out by the exit, DK finally gains courage to run from his spot, gaining the attention of the masked man. DK screams as he runs into the large open room where there's nothing but some chairs. “Woah! Go away! Go away!” He yells. Y/n uses the distraction to creep down into a different room. “Stop!”

Seungcheol steps out into the hall, nearly jumping out of his skin when the grandma grabs him. “Y/n-ah!” He shouts, “Find the key! I’ll hold on to the killers!”

Y/n pokes her head out of the room she’s in, eyes wide at the sight of the clown. She screeches as she narrowly dodges the clown’s outstretched arms. Her sneakers squeak against the tile as she runs past her leader and the other killer. Seungcheol grabs hold of both the granny and the clown, moving them away from both the entrance where the three of them had come from, as well as away from Y/n as she runs through a different room. Even he’s shocked by his own strength, moving two full grown men and forcing them to stumble backwards. 

She’s panting, looking around the cluttered messes. She looks around, finally turning on her flashlight to get a better view of the room. There’s a lot of stuff. Desks, papers, wires, old office equipment. Simply too much at once. Sighing in frustration, she walks towards the closest desk and looks down. She shuffles some things around, when she spots a small key sitting underneath a stack of folders. She gasps, snatching it quickly before running across the room. “I found it! I found the key!”

Y/n runs into the main hallway just as she and DK approach the exit. She hands it over to the older member for him to unlock it. “DK! Run!” Seungcheol shouts from down the hall near the entrance.

The two younger members scream in terror as the granny character charges at them. They run in two different directions, “GO AWAY!” DK shouts in a pitch higher than Y/n knew he could reach. DK is in a corner, sinking slowly as he begins to plead. “Wait! Wait a minute! I’m on my knees!”

Y/n hides in a corner as she hears both Seungcheol and DK screaming, pleading, and trying to escape the murderers. She looks around before running back out. “DK, DK! Give me the key!” She shouts.

Seungcheol whips his head around, his body being held by the clown. The light-up masked man starts running towards her. DK grunts as he slides the key on the tiled floor. “Y/n-ah, run!”

“I got the key!” She shouts as she practically slides on the tile. She can hear the masked man running faster. Her hands are shaking as she puts the key in the lock. DK is grunting as he walks closer, pulling the granny-man with him. A gentle click, and the chains start to fall off. “I got it! I got it!”

Seungcheol had started to accept their loss when Y/n’s voice travels down the hall. He suddenly ducks out of the clowns grasp, the two of them stumbling as he runs for the door. DK and Y/n shout for him as the masked man grabs Y/n’s arms. “I’m out!” She argues, gesturing to the unlocked door.

DK looks between them nervously. “This must be really hard, I wish you good luck.” He pulls on the door, still being held by the granny. 

Seungcheol barrels through the masked man, grabbing hold of Y/n and shoving her out with him as DK pulls out of the other killers arms. Y/n Seungcheol stumble out together, DK close behind.

“We did it!”

[S.COUPS DK AND Y/N ESCAPED]

Y/n sighs in relief as DK and Seungcheol run down the stairs. She takes her time, letting them rush past her and bask in the adrenaline rush.

Members stood up to watch the final team approach. “Weren’t you caught?” Jeonghan asks S.Coups.

“I just used my strength to escape.” Seungcheol replies, “I lifted two of them!”

The members start laughing in amazement. Y/n sighs loudly as she approaches the circle of chairs, leaning onto Dino as exhaustion settles on her body. “This is not a wrestling match!” Seungkwan teases.

Y/n shakes her head, “No, really, when I was running away he was basically moving them away!” She explains with wide eyes.

“I mean, you just gotta escape them, right?” DK asks.

“Did you see a woman in there?” Mingyu asks from his chair.

The final trio take their seats, “Is it the one with the knife?” Seungcheol asks.

Y/n shakes her head, “No, there was a woman in a room,” She says, looking over. “Was it a person or a mannequin?”

“Not someone who dressed up as a woman but a real woman,” Vernon says as he looked over.

“Yeah, she was sitting on top of a cabinet.” Y/n frowns, “Why?”

Wonwoo nods, “Hoshi and I saw her too but they’re saying there's no female actors.” Y/n pauses, looking over at the crew in confusion.

“Really?” She asks, looking at their faces to see any sign of deception.

DK hits Y/n’s arm, distracting her. “I got really scared when that one without the mask came running towards us.”

“That was terrifying!” She shouts.

Vernon points at them, “You three were so funny,”

Mingyu starts to mock DK, “Go away! Go away! Go away!”

Seungcheol bursts out of his chair, “We locked the door on both sides and we were like,” He sinks to the ground, “What should we do?”

“Y/n was trying to sacrifice DK,” Seungkwan points out.

DK turns to the girl, eyes wide, “Why would you do that!?”

“You were too scared! I wanted to find the key!” She defends, nudging him. “I should’ve let the granny take you!”

[CUT: DK whining that Y/N wanted to sacrifice him, Y/N saying she would sacrifice all members of SEVENTEEN except JUN, S.COUPS, and WONWOO]

“We didn’t expect this but a lot of us escaped.” Seungkwan says. “Who escaped? Raise your hands if you did.”

Minghao, Mingyu, Jeonghan Seungkwan, Wonwoo, S.Coups, Y/n, and DK all raise their hands. DK raises a brow, “A lot of you. Surprisingly.”

“So those who didn’t are Vernon, Woozi, Hoshi, Joshua, Dino, Jun.” Seungkwan listed off. “Well, you each should go in alone for 30 minutes but I think it’s better if just one member goes in as a representative.”

“Take a vlog inside for 30 minutes!” Jeonghan suggests.

“All the production crew have to leave, too.”

The crew and members debate before finally settling on seventeen minutes. The members play a luck game before ultimately Jun is the one who has to go inside. The irony is not lost on any of the members, who giggle and tease.

“We did 1+1 today.” Jun says to the camera after they all stand together. “The summer horror challenge. I never imagined I would be the one to go in. It’s true that whoever brings something up, he’s the one to do it.” He says with a sigh. Everyone starts to laugh and agree with him. “If I ever host something again, I’m going to make us get some Chinese food.”

“Leaving us with a life lesson,” Wonwoo huns, hand on his hip.

Mingyu looks up. “Chinese food is a life lesson?” The group start talking chaotically over each other about Chinese food for a moment, reminiscing on previous episodes like Delivery Food Fighter.

Jun takes the reigns once again, “Thank you all for today. While you’re playing the Hongsam game, I’ll film a vlog.”

“SAY THE NAME, SEVENTEEN! Thank you!” The group choruses

The video ends with Jun going into the abandoned factory alone and giving CARATs a tour of the space. And after the initial ending track, the video clicks back to a camera man, Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Y/n talking.

“You guys really didn’t do it?” Hoshi asks, unconvinced that there wasn’t a female actor inside.

“Seriously!”

“I don’t think she lives here.” Says Wonwoo.

“This place isn’t open for business.”

Y/n’s voice cuts in, “This is a prank.” She mutters.

“Hoshi was right behind me, right? Because I went in first.”

“Who else saw her?”

Wonwoo speaks up, “I saw her first.”

“I heard THE 8 saw her too,” Hoshi follows.

Y/n’s tone is softer, more concerned. “You guys really didn’t do it?” She asks softly. “I was in a room alone with her. I talked to her.”

“Did we really see a ghost?”

Y/n shakes her head. “She was real, though! I stood right there,” She rambles.

“I’m so curious!” Wonwoo chimes.

The cameras cut into the room, where there is no woman. Hoshi and Y/n are in the room, standing close together while Wonwoo explains to one of the producers. “She was sitting right there.” Hoshi helps Y/n up onto the cabinet. “Just sitting here.”

Y/n sat in the same spot the woman had been in prior, kicking her legs as she spoke. “She was sitting here, not talking, not moving. I looked for a key in there,” She points to the cabinet the producer is standing by. Hoshi’s hand remains on her knee, the two of them looking at the cabinets and around the room.

Slowly, Hoshi turns to the crew member. “Should we check the camera?” He asks. 

“Let’s do it.” 

Hoshi stumbles over the files and boxes before reaching up for the camera in the corner of the room. “I bet it’s still filming right now,” The camera man says.

“Should we turn it off?” Hoshi asks.

“No, we have to use the film state with all the cameras.”

Hoshi stumbles down, Y/n still sitting on the cabinets. “I’m kinda freaked out,” She confesses with a pout. Hoshi helps her off the cabinet and they join Wonwoo by the door.

“Isn’t it scary whether she was real or not?” 

“That’s why I’m so curious!” Wonwoo says, smiling. “Because I did see someone.”

Y/n crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s not whether she’s real or not, it's whether it was one of the crew members or a stranger.” She says softly.

“Can’t you include this in the video?” Hoshi asks, pointing back at the camera.

The three members all share wary looks, then look at the Going Seventeen crew member. The crew member is silent, stuttering in feigned confusion. Wonwoo cracks an amused smile, “He’s hiding something!” He laughs.

Y/n groans, realizing this was likely another prank by the team, “Why would you scare me like that!” She complains, letting Wonwoo wrap an arm over her shoulder and lead her out of the room. “Wow, this show is cruel,”

“Why would I do this when we’re not filming?” The camera man asks as he follows them out. “You all are so suspicious. We really didn’t do it.”

The group disappears from frame, but you could still hear Y/n’s voice. “Trying to scare me into thinking I was alone with a stranger!” She scolds. “You were about to get sued!”

And so, with a prank from the Going Seventeen crew, and a whole lot of fear-induced chaos, Y/n and the rest of Seventeen finish filming what would become one of the most memorable Going Seventeen episodes. 

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NATALICS WORLD

hey y'all! welcome to my masterlist that will be your guide to everything natalics, and primarily the seventeen x 14th reader au.

i am a wattpad writer before i am anything on here. in fact, i barely know how to use tumblr. DNI if you are under 18. no posting schedule as this is all for funsies!

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SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER

Y/N is a fictional american singer and dancer based in south korea. managed by pledis entertainment, she debuted as a member of the south korean band SEVENTEEN on may 26, 2015 with the song adore u.  she is also a member of its performance team. she made her solo debut in 2024 with her first solo mini album twilight zone.

disclaimer: this is a fictional reader-insert au. y/n has no face claim & all images used are placeholders from pinterest or instagram. picture her however you want. whether that's yourself or an idol idc. if you don't like it, then keep scrolling<3

ABOUT

k-profile | background | hair discography | throughout the eras | solo career | written works

RELATIONSHIPS 

hip-hop unit | vocal unit | performance unit | friendships | dating rumors

SOCIAL MEDIA

instagram | weverse | youtube | stan twitter | fan compilations | interviews | variety shows | news & articles 

ENTERTAINMENT

Going Seventeen | In The Soop | In The Soop 2 | Nana Tour | Nana bnb 

credits: while i’ve definitely made xmember fics in the past on other platforms i still wanted to give credit to accounts on here that inspired me to start writing these kind of stories again. i probably haven’t in…5+ years WHICH IS WILD. but accounts like ynnova, koyagifs, svt-luna, svt-essie, sevsevteen, and ateezmiyeon are just a few accounts that i LOVE rn and they’re definitely running the x member!oc fics atp. i’m not tagging them cause i don’t wanna be perceived (LMAO) but they’re all amazing writers and so creative. & while i’m sure i would’ve done this eventually anyways because…i’ve written 5th member of 5sos fics before so it was a matter of time before i did it with a new group, their stories and their ocs have definitely pushed me to do this sooner rather than later

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SEVENTEEN X 14TH MEMBER

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summary: all of y/n’s instagram posts in one spot!

nat’s notes: y/n had no faceclaim & all images used are placeholders. imagine her however you so choose!

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[natalicss]

if ur still thinking abt a name for the 14th member pls dont do it 🙏 theres barely any x reader (y/n) ones out there

hi!! 14th member is y/n regardless , it was just a question on if she’d have a stage name, like the 8 / minghao, and the members would go between calling her y/n or the stage name like they mostly do with minghao (i’m using him as an example cause they usually just call hoshi & woozi by their stage names).

but you’re right there are barely any y/n ones out there other than i think sevsevteen, who i HIGHLY recommend if you guys haven’t read their stuff yet (just go in the seventeen 14th reader tag & they’re in there somewhere).

so for now i’m keeping it as y/n !! maybe she’ll get nicknames from the other members the more i write in the universe but for now she’s just…whatever your name is LMAOO