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ʚ　HOW TO WIN A GRAND SLAM　( 마크 이 )

genre fluff , established relationship , husband!mark x pro tennis player!reader   cw mention of diets for athletic performance , not proofread   wc 1054   request by me   note so fun fact seeing mark at the australian open is the entire reason i'm crazy now. like i swear i was sane before that and then i saw him and i went insane and never recovered. so i started this fic back then and did not finish it until now but just know this has been in my mind for A LONGGGG TIME good god. dedicated to all my tennis girlies and mark girlies @loserlvrss @blue-jisungs and @yudaies   net @kstrucknet @neocity-net

“Don’t you think it’s a bit heartless to crush your husband like this? You just won Wimbledon yesterday. Take a rest, woman,” Mark shouted from across the court, sweat building on his forehead. 

The morning after your incredible win at the most renowned tennis tournament of the entire tour, there was nothing that you wanted to do more than relax with a much less stressful game against your husband. Playing a sport competitively and training for prestigious tournaments was quite different from playing it recreationally. You rarely had the chance to enjoy tennis— to play without extremely high stakes hanging over your head. It reminded you why you loved the sport so much in the first place; why you had dedicated your entire childhood to playing every day of the week, sacrificing the regular childhood experiences and hanging with friends in pursuit of your dream.

Your younger self would never believe how far you had come. Number one women’s player in the world, with several major tournaments under your belt. You were particularly known for winning Australia and France, but it was your first time winning in England. This year was your chance at your first grand slam, and you were hungrier than ever to achieve it. 

As for the current game with your husband, you were grinning with satisfaction at how easily you were smoking him. You had let him get a few games in the first set, going incredibly easy on him just to be nice and give him a false sense of security. But you still won the set 6–3. Now in the second set, Mark’s stamina was dwindling, while you were still cruising easily. The score was 5–0, and once again Mark remembered why he always refused to play tennis with you.

It was unfair, really, Mark thought. Not the obvious gap in skills at the game, but the absurd power you had over him. He just couldn’t say no to you, especially right after a tournament win. For one, he was way too proud of you to say no to anything for at least a week after your win. And for two, he’d underestimated just how competitive you were. You weren’t one to go easy on him just because he was your husband. A game was a game, and Mark knew he was going to lose it in the next few seconds.  

“Rest? The US Open is in a few months. I can’t be out of practice when I need to win that one too, baby,” You shouted back with fake sweetness as you served the ball fiercely, garnering yourself another point. Mark tugged the inside of his cheek, focusing on the bright green ball in your hand as you threw it up for the second serve. With one point left until you won, there was no way you would allow him to get even another shot. But he focused regardless, ready to dash to return it. 

With a smooth forehand, the ball went flying back to your side of the court. You returned it with a backhand too powerful for Mark to even try to reach. He watched the ball whiz past him within a blink of an eye, securing your victory and his defeat. He looked up to the other side of the court, locking eyes with you. 

“Looks like another win under my belt,” you grinned, practically skipping back to the bench to put away your racquet. Mark sighed, wiping his forehead of the few drops of sweat on his way to join you.

“You almost look happier to win that game than the slam,” your husband noted, crossing his arms. He would’ve been a fool to think he had a chance at beating his pro-player wife in a game, but the loss was still disappointing. Perhaps he was a little too competitive for his own good.

“It’s not everyday I can play against my husband,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Even rarer are the occasions when I can beat him at something.”

“I’ll get you one day, I swear!” 

“Not at tennis, you won’t,” you giggled, zipping your tennis bag up and slinging it over your shoulder. “I might let you beat me at something if you take me on a nice date, though,” you muttered with a teasing smile, starting to walk towards the car. Mark blinked, stars twinkling in his eyes before he jogged a bit to catch up to you. 

“A date? Want to go to that fancy cheesecake place you love so much? We could get the raspberry one you wanted to try for months,” he suggested, already excited about the idea. “There’s also that spicy barbecue place. That was really good last time.”

“Won’t be winning any grand slams if I indulge in either of those,” you remarked, although Mark could still see you considering it heavily. 

“Come on. Cheat day,” he nudged you gently, a stupid lovesick grin on his face.

“We could just go on a shopping date or something—” 

“Or, you could let me take you out where you actually want to go and eat that raspberry cheesecake,” Mark whispered, his tone extremely convincing. You mulled over it for a second longer, lingering at the exit of the courts. “Let me treat my wife,” he insisted. 

“Alright, I can take one cheat day,” you smiled, giving in. Mark beamed, leaning in to place his lips on yours. You hummed, pulling him in closer. 

Every kiss Mark gave you revived you a little bit more. Whether you were tired or distressed or uncertain, his lips seemed to always have the answer you needed. It gave you the motivation to keep going. Getting to where you were now in your career had been anything but easy. When you were doubtful of whether you were even on the right path, Mark was there to remind you that tennis was what you loved. His belief in you making it to the top was the biggest contributor to your success. His support was more valuable than any amount of hours you spent training. Perhaps indulging in a date to celebrate your win would only motivate you to work harder leading up to the next tournament. After all, Mark had told you that this year was going to be yours.

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Jeon 'Meme' Wonwoo happiest birthday to the loml❤ may you continue to be your silly, happy, and bright self today and forever. #오늘도달이예쁘다원우야_생일축하해 #남신_그러나_고양이_전원우생일 #EveryWONWOO_Day

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Soft YunWoo hours (6/?)

SBSKPOP X INKIGAYO - Pepero Game

Bonus: the members' reaction

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960610 — HAPPY JUN DAY🎂

some of my favourite jun moments from going seventeen 2023

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HEESEUNG @ ENCHELLA

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[ extras ] my awful humor :D

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shuamoroll and pochakyeom <3

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when mingyu is much too extroverted for you but it's okay because he's your battery anyway

A/n: mingyu brain rot. happy mingyu day (still)

Tags: me projecting kinda fluff, one (1) kiss. Theyre just so in love😔 lowkey inspired by the mingyu, hoshi pinggyego episode bc i was just rewatching it yestday. Idk the wc bc i write it on a whim directly on tumblr lol.

Sometimes you look at Mingyu's schedule and get tired in his stead.

He'd have a shooting in the morning (which means salon appointment before that), work out after lunch, attend his english class before dinner, meet his friend for dinner, dance practice with the members, then go home and have it in him to happily make some juice himself.

You often look at him like he has two heads, wondering where does he get all his energy from. You've asked, but he has simply grinned at you like it answers anything.

It's really a wonder how you end up being with him, and you mean it in so many ways. But in this case, it still fascinates you that you, whose social battery starts at minus twenty when you wake up in the morning, would be with Mingyu, whose sociak battery's always recharged to 300% the moment he opens his eyes.

You have your moments too, of course. There are days when you feel like going out and meeting friends even though you know you'll get too tired the next day; when you strike up conversations first with some people at work; and when you become the center of the noisiness in your small group of friends.

But those are particular moments with particular reasons.

You're only noisy with the people you’re comfortable with. You strike up conversations first because it's more awkward if you don't. You force yourself to meet with your friends because you're a little lonely despite your comfort in being alone, and you miss them despite the way they drain your social battery.

Mingyu, though?

Mingyu rarely has his other moments. His idea of healing is to go out with his friends even though his body is begging for him to take the day slow and sleep for 24 hours.

He used to think it's okay because he slept well, anyway. Two hours between schedules. One hour on the way home. And then perhaps three or four hours during the night if he's lucky.

But it doesn't work that way and he's learned it the hard way when he fell sick due to exhaustion.

It's only after he meets you that he's learned to slow down.

"Let's go out tomorrow! You have the day off, right?" He had asked one day, a thousand places going through his mind as he pondered where to take you.

"I just kinda... wanna stay at home?" You answered him sheepishly. "Can we do that?"

"But you have the day off? Don't you want to do something on such a rare day?"

"I do." You smiled at him, his resolve melting by the seconds. "I want to be with you at home."

Of course Mingyu knows some people just live like that. He had lived with twelve other people before; he was housemate with Jeon Wonwoo, The Hermit. He understands. But, still, sometimes he wonders if you're really okay spending your time off by... being home instead of doing something special.

He should've been able to start slowing down when he lived with Wonwoo. But he was busy with his schedules and he didn't think much about Wonwoo's habit of staying home.

With you, though. He always, always, wants to go somewhere with you. When he discovers a new place, when he sees something on Instagram, when he hears anyone recommending something, you're his first thought. He always asks you first if you want to go, and only then decide to go with someone else if you don't feel like going.

You indulge him, of course, would force yourself to go out if it means getting to see Mingyu's excited smile at going out and trying something new.

But sometimes you just don't have it with you to go out even with Mingyu by your side.

Mingyu, of course, appreciates your honesty. He never fails to remind you that it's okay and that he understands.

In the same sense, on the day when Mingyu is a little too hyper and he just has to do something outside, you'll pull through despite your social battery already blipping from its low status.

It's Seungcheol's place you find yourself in this time. Some of the members randomly get together as they suddenly feel like drinking and their hyung's place is always their haven. Jeonghan's sister and Minghao's best friend are also present, making you relieved because you're not the only non Seventeen member in the room.

You would join the conversation from time to time until you don't. It's your telltale: head falling into his shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, and your lips shut because you just can't really talk at that point.

"Wanna go home?" Mingyu whispers when he notices, which is immediately after you start leaning on him. "We can go home. I don't mind."

You look at the room, heart warm at the thought of these people having been there for Mingyu since day one. That you're glad they've accepted you as a part of Mingyu. That, even if you're tired from the day, and you no longer feel like talking, you don't mind being here a little longer.

You look at Mingyu, can tell that he still wants to be here but he really doesn't mind if you'd rather go back and rest.

You choose to drop a shy kiss on the corner of his lips instead, holding back a laugh at his stunned face.

"It's okay." You return to your original position, head on his shoulder, your arms holding his as your anchor. "We can stay."

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journey mercies

wc: <500 i just want to hear you call my name

“If someone were to ask you if you’ve ever been in love, who would be the first person you think of?”

You blink. What the hell kind of question is that?

Sitting across from Jaemin in the circle, you don’t miss the way his eyes flit to you before landing on Mark. It’s a momentary tell—a silent reminder of Jaemin’s knowledge about your best-kept secret, the one that has your stomach dropping from the depth of this question.  

A chorus of ‘ooohs’ ring around the room as Jaemin presumptuously sets the card down. He really had to pull this one, out of all the others in the deck. Some fucking luck. Your gaze falls to a loose thread on the couch beneath you, your throat going uncomfortably dry. It was a bad idea to agree to this game, an even worse idea to play it sober.

“Well?” Jaemin drawls. “Answer the question or take a shot, Markie.”

The wave of silence that passes is suffocating, even in the expanse of Jaemin’s very new and very large apartment. He didn’t tell you that Mark would be at his housewarming party tonight, but you can only assume it was on purpose. 

If he had mentioned it, you probably wouldn’t be here. Jaemin knew that. 

You knew that, too.

“C’mon, Mark. It’s not like your new girlfriend is here,” Haechan calls from beside you.

Your friendship with Mark had always been a balancing act—a cautious tip-toe around your feelings until the day he went abroad.  

Mark had somehow gotten taller since you saw him a few years ago. Broader, too. There was a stark difference in the way he holds himself now—no doubt the harvested fruit of becoming a successful musician. Even his hair was a perfect, stupid shade of blonde. He was worlds away from the person he used to be and oceans away from where you are now, still working some dead-end job in the same city you grew up in.  

You can’t get yourself to look at him but can feel the hesitancy in his silence. You prepare for the worst.

“I’ll take a shot,” Mark declares, eventually.

There's a sound of disappointed groans then. And amongst this comes Jaemin’s teasing, cooing at him. “Aw, you’re no fun.”

When you look up, you're faced with Mark’s gaze on you, his expression unreadable. He sets his shot glass back down on the table. There’s a dull clink while a splash of vodka spills over the edge.

“Alright, fine,” he breathes before straightening in his seat.   

He looks at Jaemin, then answers. 

He says your name.

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13:47 — c.sc

"not again." you groan, turning around to face yourself with yet another problem: your boyfriend is missing.

if you had a dime for every time you lost seungcheol in your 3 years of dating, you would be filthy rich. how a person could be so bad at directions is beyond you, but nevertheless, you still love him all the same.

you attempt to jump a little, trying to see if you can at least spot his bright red hair he sported recently (you urged him to dye it under the guise of saying you missed his cherry hair, but in reality, it was just to help you find him in large crowds), but to no avail, you could only see heads of brown and black hair, with a couple of hats here and there.

"OH MY-"

you jolt as you felt someone poke your waist, whipping your head around to face the culprit, and you're met with seungcheol's face, adorning a cheeky smirk as his flaming red hair softly falls over his forehead.

"i thought i lost you, princess," he pouts, pulling out something from behind him. you scowl at him, your eyes catching a glimpse of what looked like a keychain, and any thoughts of scolding him immediately wash away as you realize what he was holding.

your eyes widen as seungcheol dangles the little pochacco keychain in front of you, the character looking like it was jumping in the air, with a green wristband saying 'pochacco' on it. he hands it to you, kissing your temple as he guides you to walk forward, his arm coming down to rest on your side.

"i saw you admiring it, but you didn't say anything to me. so i just decided to buy it last minute." seungcheol smiles down at you, feigning hurt at the fact that you didn't take advantage of how much money he's willing to spend on you (aka the love of his life).

you immediately intertwine your fingers with his, bringing his hand up to peck it softly as a silent 'thank you', and seungcheol hums, softly squeezing your hand in response.

oh, how you love this man.

wc. 361

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it's 3:27 in the morning. i just had a dream and i can't stop thinking about how fwb!frat boy!wonwoo coded it would be.

tw: alcohol, mentions of partying drinking, a little suggestive (nothing seriously filthy hehe), just a man that was an asshole, but he doesn't have a word in this bcus fuck him

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who parties like no tomorrow. gets shitfaced every other day and is frowned upon by a LOT of people of all generations. you would ask him why he drinks and parties so much, and his simple answer to that is just: because it's fun 🤷‍♀️

you would tag along too. you would have fun, party all night with wonwoo, and maybe get a little intimate with him — not even maybe, you WILL somehow get intimate with him, and it's not even just sex. sometimes you guys get back to your apartment, your hushed giggles resonating in the halls as you stumble over to your home, and the minute you manage to open the door, the man is immediately pulling you to your room. he's all over you, peppering little kisses along your neck to get maybe a little giggle out of you, and flops you both onto your bed and cuddles you until the morning.

but just because he always wants to party doesn't mean he urges you to come all the time.

you were just back from a date. your feelings for wonwoo were growing at this point, but you didn't want to act out on them without seeing if he reciprocated, and you were tired of waiting for the signs at this point. so you took it upon yourself to find a date on tinder and see how it went.

to put it short, it went horribly (you've never met such a narcissistic man that checked off every single red-flag trait in the book).

you were so butt hurt by how the date went, you felt pathetic. dating someone was not the big problem here, but you just felt so bad in the moment, it felt like you were never going to find love.

you were so busy wallowing in your sadness that you forgot about how wonwoo had the keys to your home, and how he always picks you up before going out to another party he somehow knows about. but the minute he opens the door and sees your state, the smile on his face drops, and the party is completely erased from his mind as he leans against the wall, looking at you with the softest, concerned look.

one look at him has you immediately rambling about everything that happened, your voice growing thick with sadness as you held back sobs, and this man drops anything and everything to stay with you that entire night, making phone calls about how he can't make it that night.

fwb!frat boy!wonwoo who, despite his reputation of partying like no tomorrow, will from now on drop everything to stay with you for the night if you're not able to make it. he would make you all the drinks you needed, and would order all the comfort food you wanted to help you feel better. acts of service is his form of love, so best believe everything will be done for you as you spend the rest of your night with him.

uhhhh my creation juice kinda ran out here. I'M SORRY.

wc: 504

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silly texts with bodyguard wonwoo

• PAIRING: bodyguard!wonwoo x fem!reader • GENRE: fluff, silly, established relationship • WARNINGS: fluff, terms of endearment, brief mentions of overthinking and anxiety. • A/N: skye making her debut with text imagines!! i tried dabbling in text posts and wanted to make one for this pair that's based on this fic couple! i hope yall enjoy this, it's just pure silliness. also! these are a few different scenarios i bunched together to post, so i hope it won't be too confusing to read! i tried my best to differentiate them with the dividers.

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🎁 gifts svt would give to mark you as 'theirs'.

ANON REQUESTED “Maybe gifts SVT gives to subtly mark you as theirs? Since they can’t be as open or possessive as they want to be.”

ⓘ INCLUDES: romance, fluff, humor. established relationships, use of pet names.

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are the simple things enough?

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FELIX ♡ SKZ TALKER GO! S5 EP7

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now this is a man i would be proud to call my beautiful princess

bonus because he's cool:

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