#★ — joshua

[rubyreduji]

thinking about how every vocal unit photo is just woozi in the middle with four fruity looking men surrounding him and usually touching him in some way

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 and their s/o—angry sex

Request: Hi, could you please do Ot13 and like having sex when they're angry? Like angry sex?

Content Warning: MDNI! Violence/abuse (emotional, physical, or sexual), strong language, explicit sexual content, non-consensual themes, intense power dynamics, anger, forceful actions, rough intimacy, depictions of intense emotional and physical frustration, themes of dominance, and control.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol: His anger is a storm, quick to build and hard to ignore. You see the shift in his eyes, the way his muscles tense as he grabs your wrist, his grip firm and a bit painful. He pulls you toward him, "Beg," he commands, his tone low and unwavering. You comply, your heart racing in your chest. But his anger doesn't subside. He throws you onto the bed, his eyes blazing as he towers over you. He rips your clothes off, buttons flying everywhere, his hands rough and impatient. He kicks off his own pants, his powerful body taut with anger. Every move he makes is deliberate, as if he’s trying to ground himself in the storm of emotions, both his and yours. "Spread your legs," he growls, his voice a menacing snarl. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until the only thing you can think about is me." He grips his throbbing erection, without warning, he Forcefully grabs your thighs, positioning himself between them. His entry is sudden and violent, a raw and possessive claiming that makes you gasp in both pain and pleasure. He starts moving immediately, setting an aggressive rhythm that shakes the bed frame.

Jeonghan: His calm demeanor is shattered, a rare flicker of irritation breaking through his usual tranquility. He’s not one for loud confrontations, but his cold silence is just as sharp. “You think I’m not angry?” he asks softly, his fingers threading through your hair with a touch so gentle, it’s almost ironic given the tension in the air. He doesn’t need to yell or demand, but his eyes darken with an unreadable depth. His movements are slow, controlled, but there’s a heat in his touch, a silent promise that, despite his calm exterior, he’s just as affected as you are. Jeonghan leans in close, his lips brush against your neck in a feather-light kiss. He presses you harder against the wall, his body molding to yours as if he wants to absorb you completely. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to unbutton his shirt, his usually elegant fingers clumsy with urgency. As his shirt falls open, he carries you to the bed, but instead of laying you down, he sits on the edge, pulling you onto his lap so that you're straddling him. He breaks his own rule, snapping his head forward to capture your lips in a brutal, demanding kiss. It's not gentle like his usual kisses. It's angry, passionate, filled with unsaid words and bottled-up emotions. He stands up suddenly, still holding you in his arms, and carries you to the dresser. Without breaking the kiss, he sets you down on the smooth surface, pushing your legs apart roughly. He kicks the dresser drawer open and pulls out a handful of condoms, ripping one open with his teeth...

Joshua: He’s usually the one who calms things down, the mediator, but today the frustration in his voice is uncharacteristically sharp. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, "I've been trying to stay calm... for both our sakes," His hands move to your waist, holding you firmly. "But you're pushing every boundary, every limit I have." In a swift motion, Joshua spins you around and presses you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one strong hand. His other hand grips your hip, fingers digging in slightly as he holds you in place. Without warning, Joshua slams his mouth against yours in a fierce, punishing kiss. It's a battle of tongues and teeth, a clash of wills that leaves you breathless. He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel the hard evidence of his arousal through his clothes. Not waiting, he pulls up your skirt, one hand trailing up your thigh while the other holds your wrists captive. His fingers find your center, stroking firmly through your panties. "I don't want to do this but you're not listening..." There's a vulnerability in him, though, as he softens, bringing you closer. His movements are steady, but there's an edge to them, as if he's both trying to hold on and let go at the same time.

Jun: He’s not as vocal with his anger, but you can feel it in the way his body moves. His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching, but his focus is on you—there’s no room for hesitation. In one swift motion, he pulls your hair harder, forcing your head back more fully. His other hand moves to your throat, not tightening, but enough to convey his meaning. "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his face inches from yours. "Tell me now, before I lose all control," Jun's hand on your throat tightens slightly, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. His other hand releases your hair, moving down to grasp your chin roughly. "Everything," he says, the single word heavy with implication. His eyes bore into yours, challenging, dominant. He pushes you down with surprising force, the tension in his body matching his mood. His control over the situation is almost unnerving, yet there’s an undeniable pull toward him, his need for dominance reflected in his every touch.

Hoshi: Hoshi’s usual bright energy is tempered by frustration. You know when he's angry, and it’s like a storm brewing behind his usually playful exterior. His voice is sharp, commanding, and his hands move with urgency. “Don’t make me wait,” he demands, his eyes locking with yours. The playful teasing from before is gone, replaced by a raw need. Hoshi's hands roam over your body, his touch almost frantic. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him, his own body trembling with pent-up frustration. His eyes darken with anger and lust, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. He kicks your legs apart, stepping between them. He looks you in the eye as he unbuckles his belt, his expression thunderous. Without warning, Hoshi lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to free himself, then he's pushing into you with a single, brutal thrust. He doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a fast, punishing pace. His hands are locked around your thighs, pulling you down onto him even harder as he pounds into you. His face is contorted with anger, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing. He looks like he's trying to punish you, or maybe himself. "Damn it," His body presses against yours with intensity, his movements fast, desperate, as if he’s trying to keep his emotions in check but failing.

Wonwoo: He’s quiet, his silence louder than words. The anger in his eyes is the only sign that something’s wrong. He doesn't need to say much—his actions speak louder. He pulls you close, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip with bruising force. His lips hover near yours, not quite touching, his breath cool against your skin. His teeth graze your bottom lip in a slight bite as he speaks, voice a low growl. His hands move with practiced precision, one sliding up to grip your throat, the other pushing your thighs apart. Then suddenly, he thrusts inside you with a force that steals your breath, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. His pace is punishing, each thrust deep and hard, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. His hand on your throat squeezes just enough to make you gasp, his other hand using your hair as a handle as he fucks you against the wall. His eyes are closed, his face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated lust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

Woozi: He’s meticulous, even in moments of frustration. His voice is a controlled whisper, but the tension in his movements betrays him. He’s angry, yes, but his anger is laced with something deeper—a need to prove something, to both of you. His hands are steady as he undoes his belt slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. He steps closer, backing you against the wall, fingers already finding their way beneath your clothing. Without waiting for a response, Woozi's hands slide your clothes off impatiently, tossing them aside. He presses against you, his erection evident through his pants as he grinds deliberately against you. His hands grip your hips tightly as he lifts you up, pinning you to the wall. His pants are pushed down just enough for him to enter you with a single, smooth thrust. He starts moving slowly, his controlled pace a stark contrast to the frustration in his eyes.

Dokyeom: His usual warmth is replaced with a fierceness you’ve never seen before. His frustration bubbles to the surface, and his grip on you is tight, almost possessive. “I won’t hold back,” he warns. Seokmin captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding, forceful. His arms wrap around you like a possess, and his hand grips gently squeeze you behind your waist, guiding your head back to expose your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks. He spins you around and bends you over the edge of the bed, his large hands gripping your hips with bruising force. He leans over you, his muscular torso pressing against your back, trapping you beneath him. His hard cock nudges insistently at your entrance before plunging in with one powerful thrust. DK sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. The sound of skin against skin and the creaking of the bed fills the room. He reaches around to roughly palm your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples. He then suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your back. He kneels between your legs, his massive erection throbbing mere inches from your face. "Suck it," he demands gruffly, his voice strained with barely restrained lust. The intensity of his actions shows just how much he’s been holding back, and now that it’s finally out, there’s no stopping him.

Mingyu: His anger is quieter, but it’s there, simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to make you feel his frustration. “You don’t get to walk away this time,” he says, his tone commanding yet soft. Mingyu’s hand gently grasps your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually warm and caring, are now a deep, fiery red. He leans down, his breath warm against your lips. "Open your mouth," Mingyu slowly guides his thick, throbbing erection past your lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He begins to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hand gently holds the back of your head, not forcing, but guiding. "Use your tongue," As Mingyu continues to fuck your mouth, everything gets so overwhelming, your mouth stretched around Mingyu's thickness. You struggle to keep up with Mingyu's demanding pace, he suddenly pulls out of your mouth and flips you onto your hands and knees. He kicks your legs apart and presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk,"

Minghao: His frustration is almost passive-aggressive, but when he finally decides to take control, it’s in a way that leaves you breathless. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” he asks, his voice dripping with frustration as he pulls you close. Minghao slowly runs his hands down your thighs, spreading them wider as he lifts you up against the wall. He slowly lowers you back down, teasingly rubbing himself against you without actually entering you. He continues taunting you with his length, pressing against your clit but never pushing inside. His voice drops to a husky whisper "You're absolutely desperate, aren't you?" One hand grips your hip tightly while the other moves to your throat, not squeezing but possessively resting there. His other hand spreading your thigh wider as he uses his knee to push your legs further apart. He's not entering you, just rubbing himself against you teasingly. He continues his torturous teasing, his hard length sliding against your soaking wet folds, but never penetrating you. He tightens his grip on your throat slightly as he leans in close "I could do this all night, keep you right on the edge, never letting you fall over,"

Seungkwan: His anger is explosive, a sharp contrast to his usual playful nature. “You’ve got some nerve,” he snaps. Seungkwan's hands ball into fists in your shirt, pulling you roughly against his chest. He glares at you with tears of anger pricking at the corners of his eyes, his jaw clenched "You always make it seem so easy to ignore me, don't you?" He spins you around and slams his fist on the wall beside your head, making you jump. He then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, his hands roaming down your stomach possessively. He unbuckles his belt with his other hand. Seungkwan suddenly stops and takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. "...No." His voice trembles slightly between fury and frustration. "I'm not going to use you like this. You may piss me off, but that doesn't give me the right." He turns away from you, his shoulders shaking slightly. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice softer, almost broken. "Why do you always push my buttons? I never know if I want to strangle you or... or hold you." He buries his face in his hands. (🥺🥺🥺)

Vernon: He’s usually laid-back, but today the frustration is clear in his eyes. “I’m not in the mood for games,” he says, his voice almost cold. Vernon's hands tighten around your waist as he lifts you up as he walks you backwards until your back hits the wall. He looks angry, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing. "Answer me," Vernon pauses, his body still pressed firmly against yours. He closes his eyes briefly as if gathering his thoughts, then opens them again with a piercing gaze. "Look, I don't usually get upset like this. But seeing you flit from person to person, never giving anyone a real chance..."He wraps his hand around your throat gently, not choking you but applying enough pressure to make you look up at him. His eyes are dark, almost black with unspent anger and unsatisfied desire. He pulls you closer, his other arm wrapping around your thigh to hold your leg higher. Vernon leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, rough voice. "You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that? One minute you're smiling and laughing, the next you're giving someone else your attention." He unbuckles his belt with one hand, keeping the other wrapped around your throat. He hooks his fingers in your waistband and pulls down, tearing your clothes off roughly. He kicks off his pants, revealing his bare lower half. He wraps your legs around his waist and slams into you, pinning you to the wall with his body. His hands are everywhere, holding your throat, grabbing your hair, pulling you closer. He kisses you hard, biting your lip as he moves inside you, rough and demanding.

Dino: Dino's hands shake as he grips your arms, holding you in place against the wall. He looks lost, torn between his anger and his desperation. He searches your eyes, seeking something, anything to anchor him in this storm of emotions. His gaze darkens, his frustration boiling over into something darker. He squeezes your arms tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, rough voice. "You're always so fucking calm, so collected." His voice takes on a harsh edge, almost menacing "But I wonder what it would take to break that perfect composure of yours... Would it be my hands around your throat? The way I'd push you down and take what I want?" His grip on your arms tightens painfully. Dino suddenly spins you around, slamming your face-first into the wall. He kicks your feet apart and presses his body against yours, trapping you. One hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully as the other snakes around to squeeze your throat.

[viviromantiq]

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[honeyhae-svt]

❄ mistletoe - h. joshua 🎄

hong joshua x gn!reader

december with seventeen ! 3/13 tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments) wc: 3702 a/n: 3/13 ! ten to go. PLAY MISTLETOE BY JUSTIN BIEBER RN !!

the town square was alive with the kind of magic only december could bring. strings of fairy lights draped over every lamppost, their soft glow reflecting off the freshly fallen snow. the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and the occasional jingle of sleigh bells. stalls lined the cobblestone paths, each one adorned with wreaths and red bows, offering everything from hand-knitted scarves to steaming cups of mulled cider.

you pulled your coat tighter around you, your breath visible in the frosty air as you glanced at the clipboard in your gloved hands. "decorations—check. food vendors—check. sound system…" your eyes scanned the square, landing on a small stage being set up at the far end. "pending."

"you’re doing great, by the way," a voice piped up beside you. turning, you saw karina, the friend who had somehow convinced you to volunteer for this event. she was bundled in a puffy coat and a bright red scarf, her cheeks flushed from the cold, pretty as ever.

"sure," you replied with a wry smile. "because frantically running around and triple-checking lists just screams ‘competent.’"

karina laughed, linking her arm with yours. "it’s your first christmas in town. you’re supposed to be soaking in the charm, not stressing over the details."

"says the person who handed me this clipboard," you teased, nudging her lightly.

"okay, fair," she admitted, grinning. "but trust me, once the festival starts, you’ll forget all about the clipboard. besides, we’ve got an amazing performer lined up."

"oh?" you asked, only half-listening as you scanned the square again. "who is it?"

karina's eyes sparkled mischievously. "you’ll see."

before you could press her for more details, she gave your arm a squeeze and darted off, leaving you standing there with equal parts curiosity and exasperation. shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the clipboard, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you from across the square.

joshua hong adjusted the strap of his guitar case, a small smile tugging at his lips as he observed the flustered but determined volunteer coordinating the chaos. he didn’t recognize you, which was unusual in a town where everyone seemed to know everyone. a newcomer, then. interesting.

"ready to soundcheck?" one of the event organizers called to him.

joshua nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before heading toward the stage.

the festival was in full swing, but you were too busy juggling a stack of boxes filled with ornaments to notice the festive cheer buzzing around you. balancing the boxes precariously, you tried to maneuver your way through the crowd, offering polite apologies to anyone who accidentally bumped into you.

"need a hand?"

the smooth voice startled you, and you turned to see a tall figure in a dark coat and scarf, his smile warm enough to melt the frost clinging to the air. he gestured toward the wobbling stack in your arms.

"uh, i… sure, thanks," you stammered, a little flustered as he easily took half the load. it wasn’t until you glanced at him again that recognition hit. this was the performer karina had been so cryptic about. joshua hong—the local celebrity with a voice that could make christmas carols sound like love songs.

"you’re doing all this by yourself?" he asked, his tone light as the two of you made your way toward the main decoration stall.

"it’s kind of in the job description," you replied, setting the boxes down with a relieved sigh. "volunteer extraordinaire, at your service."

joshua chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. "well, volunteer extraordinaire, you’ve got some serious multitasking skills. but even superheroes need a sidekick, right?"

before you could respond, a group of kids came barreling past, almost knocking over a nearby display of poinsettias. you instinctively reached out to steady it, your clipboard slipping from under your arm in the process. joshua caught it before it hit the ground, his reflexes quick.

"definitely a sidekick," he quipped, handing it back to you with a playful grin.

"thanks," you murmured, still trying to steady yourself—and not just because of the near mishap. there was something about him, a natural ease that seemed to blend seamlessly with the festive chaos, leaving you both intrigued and… frustratingly charmed.

the two of you spent the next hour working together, joshua insisting on helping with everything from stringing lights to setting up tables. his presence drew curious glances from passersby, but he didn’t seem to mind, focused instead on making you laugh with little jokes and observations.

"you’ve got glitter on your face," he pointed out at one point, gesturing vaguely toward your cheek.

"what? where?" you asked, swiping at your face awkwardly.

he leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "here, let me…" he said softly, brushing a thumb just below your cheekbone. the gesture was innocent enough, but it sent a wave of heat rushing to your face nonetheless.

as the evening progressed, the mistletoe seemed to become a running joke. every time you turned around, it felt like one of the sprigs was conveniently hanging nearby, and joshua never missed an opportunity to point it out.

"you know, it’s practically a crime to ignore mistletoe," he said, his tone teasing as the two of you stood under yet another sprig while rearranging a table display.

"pretty sure it’s optional," you shot back, trying to sound unfazed.

he tilted his head, feigning deep thought. "hmm, maybe. but it’s bad luck to tempt fate during the holidays."

"you’re impossible," you muttered, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

"and yet, here we are," he replied smoothly, his grin making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying this little game.

despite the teasing, there was a sincerity in his actions that made it hard to stay flustered for long. whether it was handing you a cup of hot cocoa when he noticed you shivering or helping an elderly vendor fix a stubborn string of lights, joshua had a way of making everything feel a little brighter.

by the time the night wound down, you couldn’t deny that he’d left an impression—one that lingered long after the last stall had closed and the fairy lights cast their soft glow over the empty square.

the festival's glow had long since faded as the crowd dispersed, leaving only a few lingering souls, each wrapped in the warmth of the evening's festivities. you were wrapping up, your clipboard now a crumpled relic of the day, as the final touches were made to the stalls. the soft crunch of snow underfoot was the only sound as you made your way toward the town's ice skating rink, your steps slow and heavy from a long day of coordinating and running errands.

but then, you heard it—joshua's voice, light and warm as ever, calling your name from behind.

"hey," he greeted, appearing beside you with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in hand. "thought you might need a break."

you smiled, accepting the drink gratefully. "thanks. this night’s been… a lot." your gaze shifted, following the snowflakes drifting down, blanketing the square in a thick layer of white.

"i can imagine," joshua said, his tone soft but carrying an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place. he fell into step beside you, matching your slow pace. "you’ve been running around all day, coordinating everything. that's impressive."

"well," you shrugged, wrapping your hands around the cup. "someone had to make sure everything was in order." you stole a glance at him, noting the way he seemed a little distant, his usual playful demeanor dimming slightly.

"yeah," joshua murmured, but there was a hesitation in his voice that made you glance at him more closely. "i heard you talking earlier. about leaving after christmas?"

you froze. the warmth from the cocoa seemed to drain from your fingers as the weight of his words sank in. "what?" you asked, trying to steady your voice, but a knot had already formed in your stomach.

"you said something about going back to the city, after the festival. thought i'd check if that’s still the plan." his voice was carefully neutral, though his gaze was intense, searching yours.

you couldn’t help the confusion that bubbled up. "oh, that… yeah, i’ve got some things to sort out. after the holidays, i’m going back." you tried to brush it off, but there was something in his eyes that made you pause. "but it’s not like i’m leaving forever. i’ll be back for work and stuff."

there was a long silence between you, one that stretched out uncomfortably as joshua seemed to retreat further into himself, his gaze now fixed ahead.

"right," he said quietly. "well, i guess that makes sense." his words were distant, the playfulness from earlier all but gone. it was strange, this shift in him. you were used to his teasing, the way he would joke and make everything feel easy, but now… now he seemed so different. like he’d closed off in a way you didn’t understand.

"joshua," you called softly, hesitating. "are you… are you okay?"

he turned to you then, his expression unreadable. for a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and the soft hum of the distant festival. and then, he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "yeah, i’m fine. just, you know, a little tired. long day, that’s all."

you weren’t convinced. you wanted to press him for more, to understand why the joshua you knew was suddenly so distant. but the words caught in your throat, leaving you frustrated and unsure.

"i’ll teach you how to skate," he added quickly, as if to change the subject, his eyes lighting up with a new, brighter energy. "if you’re up for it, that is."

you nodded, grateful for the distraction. "sure, why not? i’ve never tried before."

joshua led you to the rink, his hand naturally brushing against yours as you approached the edge. there was a quiet moment between you, both of you standing there, bundled up in scarves and jackets, staring out at the ice. joshua grinned at you, his usual playful self returning just a little.

"okay, so," he began, his voice light. "first rule of skating: try not to fall."

"great," you muttered, already dreading the inevitable disaster that was about to unfold.

he laughed, a low, easy sound that filled the space between you. "don’t worry, i’ve got you. just hold onto my hand and follow my lead."

you hesitated but then took a deep breath, letting him guide you onto the ice. your legs wobbled beneath you at first, but joshua's grip on your hand was steady, reassuring. he guided you slowly, laughing when you nearly slipped.

"hey, you're doing better than i thought," he teased, his voice warm with the familiar teasing tone. "maybe i should start calling you a skating prodigy."

"please," you muttered, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the way his hand felt in yours. "i’m just not falling on my face yet."

joshua's grin widened. "yet."

you spent the next few minutes skating together, him teaching you the basics and laughing when you stumbled. the chill in the air seemed to disappear in his presence, replaced by something warm—something that settled in your chest every time his hand brushed against yours or he flashed you that smile. and yet, that nagging feeling still lingered, the one that told you something was off between you two.

finally, after a few more rounds on the rink, joshua stopped, pulling you to the side near a snow-covered path. the area was quieter now, the glow of the festival a distant memory behind you, and the snow felt like it had carved out a little world just for the two of you.

"i don’t want you to leave," joshua said, his voice quieter than before, his hand still holding yours, but this time, there was no teasing. only sincerity. "not just yet. i… i think i’ve caught feelings for you."

you blinked, taken aback by his confession. "joshua, i… i didn’t think you—"

"i know, i know," he interrupted, his face flushed from the cold and his words coming out a little rushed. "i've been acting distant, and i hate that i did, but i didn’t know how to say it. i just thought maybe you wouldn’t feel the same. or maybe you’d leave town and… well, then it would be too late."

you stood there for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you, mixing with the surprise and the warmth that bubbled up inside. it was hard to process, but the more you thought about it, the clearer it became.

"joshua," you said softly, your voice catching in your throat. "i didn't realize... but now that i know, i don’t want to leave things unsaid either."

he stepped a little closer, his gaze never leaving yours, and then, in a soft, sincere voice, he asked, "so… what does that mean? for us?"

you smiled, your heart suddenly light as the snow falling around you. "it means, i’m not leaving just yet. and maybe… just maybe… we should see where this goes."

joshua’s face broke into a grin, his relief palpable. but then, he hesitated, his eyes searching yours with a new intensity. "well, if that’s the case…" he began, his voice almost shy now. "how about you let me take you out on a date? nothing fancy, just… i don’t know, some hot cocoa and maybe a walk under the lights, or even a skating rink if you’re up for it?"

you felt your heart skip a beat. a date? it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he was thinking of this, of taking things further already. but the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held himself so openly, made you feel a warmth that spread through you.

"joshua…" you said, your smile growing, "i think that sounds pretty perfect."

his grin widened, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped moving around you. all that was left was the two of you, standing under the twinkling lights, the soft sound of falling snow, and the gentle press of his hand in yours.

"then it’s a date," he said, the playful spark returning to his eyes. "i promise, i’ll make it a night you won’t forget."

you laughed softly, feeling a little shy but also strangely giddy. "i’m looking forward to it," you replied, your voice lighter than it had been all evening.

the two of you stood there, the world quiet except for the soft hum of the holiday festivities in the distance, and as the snow continued to fall around you, you realized that this moment—this beginning—was more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

just as the two of you were about to say something, a snowball suddenly hit you in the back of the head, causing you to freeze in surprise.

"gotcha!" karina called out, her laughter ringing through the air. she was grinning mischievously, clearly delighted with herself. "you two look like you’re in your own little world over here, all lovey-dovey."

you turned to karina, your face flushed, and tried to glare at her, but it was hard to stay mad with the way her eyes were sparkling. before you could say anything, joshua was already brushing the snow off your coat, his hands gentle but quick.

"don’t want you to get cold," he said, his voice soft, but his eyes playful as he made sure no snow clung to you.

"oh, how sweet," karina teased, crossing her arms. "you’re really spoiling her now, huh?"

"well, someone has to take care of her," joshua shot back, a grin tugging at his lips as he wrapped his scarf tighter around your neck. you felt your heart warm at his protectiveness, but then—

"oh, it’s on," karina said, her tone wickedly playful as she scooped up a snowball, launching it straight at joshua.

he ducked easily, and with a smirk, he returned the favor. "watch out, karina!" he warned, before launching a snowball of his own in her direction.

within moments, snowballs were flying in every direction. karina and joshua were laughing and dodging, trying to outwit each other while you stood by, completely unprepared for the chaos.

"you’re just gonna stand there?" karina yelled, throwing another snowball, but you had no time to react. joshua immediately stepped in front of you, raising his arms to block the incoming snowball.

"stay behind me," he said firmly, his tone teasing but protective. "i won’t let you get hit."

"what?" you laughed, "you’re treating me like a princess or something."

"hey, you don’t have gloves on," he said, his eyes soft but mischievous. "besides, you’re too precious to get hit with a snowball."

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to say anything sarcastic. joshua had this way of making everything feel just a little bit magical.

"you better not be hiding behind him the whole time," karina shouted, tossing yet another snowball, but joshua dodged it easily, taking a few steps back to shield you further.

"i think i’ll hide behind him forever," you joked, poking joshua in the ribs as he grinned, clearly enjoying the attention.

before you could say anything else, karina threw a big snowball right at joshua, catching him off guard. the impact sent him stumbling backward, and before either of you knew it, he lost his balance completely and fell straight into the snow.

"oh no!" you gasped, quickly bending down to check on him. but as soon as you did, karina laughed triumphantly, her arms raised in victory.

"i finally got him!" she cheered.

but the celebration was short-lived, because in the next second, joshua reached up, grabbing your wrist, and pulled you down beside him. the two of you ended up laughing uncontrollably in the snow, your bodies making soft impressions in the cold ground as you rolled and tumbled together, trying to escape karina’s playful attacks.

"looks like we’re stuck now," joshua teased, his breath visible in the cold air as you both lay there, staring up at the sky, giggling.

"we’re definitely stuck," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips as you made angel marks in the snow beside him, your body creating the perfect shape next to his. "this is nice."

"perfect, actually," joshua murmured, his voice low and warm as he reached over to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "snow angels with you? i can’t think of a better way to spend the night."

"me neither," you said softly, still laughing, but with a feeling of contentment filling you from head to toe. you looked at him, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of your laughter and the soft, fluffy snow that surrounded you.

karina, watching from a distance, rolled her eyes dramatically. "you two are impossible," she muttered, but her smile was as warm as the Christmas lights twinkling overhead.

joshua turned to you, his grin wide and genuine, his eyes sparkling with something more than just playfulness now. "hey, maybe we can do this again tomorrow?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

you smiled, your heart light as a snowflake. "i’d like that."

"good," he said, his hand still holding yours, his fingers brushing gently against yours. "because there’s no one else i’d rather make snow angels with."

after karina left to give the two of you some space (or maybe she was just going to find her next snowball victim), the quiet of the night settled in, with the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots as you walked together. the night was peaceful now, the only sound being the occasional giggle between you and joshua as you made your way back to where the lights twinkled in the distance.

as you were walking, joshua stopped suddenly, his eyes catching something above. you followed his gaze and found yourself staring at a mistletoe, hanging just above you both, tucked between two snowy branches of a nearby tree. the sight made your heart skip a beat.

"well, well," joshua said, his voice low and teasing, "looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe."

you looked up at him, trying to suppress a grin, but it was impossible. the way he was looking at you—like he was waiting for something, and maybe even hoping for something—made your cheeks heat up.

"what are we supposed to do now?" you teased, trying to play it cool, but the fluttering in your chest gave away just how nervous you were.

"i think you know exactly what to do," he replied with a smirk, his eyes softening as he stepped closer to you. snowflakes dusted his hair and shoulders, and his cheeks were still flushed from the cold, but his warmth—his presence—felt like a blanket around you.

you took a small step toward him, your heart racing. "maybe," you said softly, your breath mixing with the chilly air. "but it’s your turn to make the move."

joshua’s smile widened, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek, brushing away the stray snowflakes that had landed there. "well, if you insist," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the quiet night.

then, with a small laugh, he leaned in. the world around you seemed to slow down, the falling snowflakes swirling in the air, everything silent except for the beating of your hearts. his lips were warm against yours, and for that brief moment, everything else faded. there was only the softness of the kiss and the sparkling snow around you, as if the world had paused to give you this perfect moment.

when you pulled away, your noses still brushing, joshua chuckled softly. "i think that’s the best Christmas kiss i’ve ever had."

you laughed, feeling lighter than air. "i think i might agree," you said, your hand slipping into his as you both stood under the mistletoe, still covered in snow, but with warmth radiating between you.

"so," joshua said, squeezing your hand, "what else can we do to make this night even better?"

you smiled up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "we can start by making more snow angels."

joshua laughed, shaking his head. "always trying to get me into the snow, huh?"

"you’re lucky i like snow," you teased, nudging him playfully, your heart full of warmth despite the cold air around you.

"well, i’m lucky to be with you," he said, his voice full of sincerity. "this is the best christmas i’ve ever had."

"me too," you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness. and in that moment, with snow falling softly and the mistletoe still above you, everything felt perfectly, wonderfully right.

december with seventeen ! 3/13

[kooqitas]

svt vocal line ★ your boyfriend texting you to go home! 🔞

#notes: my first attempt at texting... patience guys!! it's a test!

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[dixons-sunshine]

Probably one of my better CapCut edits since switching back from Funimate. Still not exactly what I wanted but I’m gonna choose to see this as a win lol.

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yang ji young, known stage name as NABI is a Korean singer, dancer. She debuted as a fictional member of SEVENTEEN under Pledis Entertainment joining May of 2015

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✧ // stage name: nabi (나비)

✧ // birth name: yang ji young (양지영)

✧ // english name: elizabeth yang

✧ // date of birth: July 23, 1996

✧ // zodiac sign: Leo

✧ // birth place: Los Angeles, USA

✧ // nationality: korean-american

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

✧ // height: 163 cm (5’4″)

✧ // weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

✧ // blood type: A

✧ // MBTI: ENFJ

✧ // representative animal: 🦒

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✧ // company: Pledis Entertainment (2012-debut)

✧ // years of training: 3 years

✧ // sub-units: rap unit

✧ // position: Rapper, Sub Vocalist

✧ // instagram: 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒

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Ricky Bowen Loves...

Notes: just a silly lil drabble ♡ gif credits: @james-beaufort

ricky bowen loves the stability of your relationship, he loves you more than words could ever describe, loves you more than you ever thought someone could ever love you. when he looks at you he wants to wrap you up in his arms and hold you. he wants to leave sweet kisses all over your face. your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and most definitely your lips. when you're away, he can't stop thinking of you. when you have to go, he's afraid you'll never come back. he couldn't ever bare to lose you. you're his lifeline. he loves to watch movies on the couch with you snuggled up close to him, his arm wrapped around you. he loves to toy with your fingers gently as you hold hands. because, let's face it, he has adhd and he can't sit still to save his life. and what better to fidget with than your pretty hands? he loves the way you just get him. you understand him. you understand eachother. your minds work similarly so you have no problem communicating with each other. you already know exactly what the other one needs in a relationship. you never thought somebody could love you, much less love you with their whole being, overtaking their soul with love and absolute adoration for you and only you... but he proved to you everyday that it is true; it is possible to be loved. he showed it in ways you never even fathomed could be shown to you. the way he worshipped you, how he looked at you as if you were his angel sent straight from heaven, how he praises you every chance he gets. the way he touches you, gets down on his knees for you, says your name like a prayer. he wants to protect you. he wants to make you feel safe during your bad days. he knows, he understands, and all he wants to do is make sure you know how loved and safe you are with him. he is in love with you. and he swears there's nobody else who could ever make the blood coursing through his veins catch fire the way you can.

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[hy1ni]

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OT13 reaction to, “When we break up _______,” text prank

Requested !

A/N: These text prompts take quite some time to write, but that's okay since it’s an excuse to think about my 13 boys hahah. I’m not entirely sure (I'm sure this is not what the anon wanted) if this is exactly what the anon had in mind. Perhaps they wanted me to describe what the members were doing at the time and their immediate reactions (but I tried to incorporate), rather than just their responses to the texts. However, as I was writing, this format felt more natural. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! If you’re looking for context behind this request or want to read something similar, please refer back to this.

Content: Slightly suggestive (Hoshi and Vernon) MDNI!, author losing their mind, overthinking, Minghao being Minghao, some being stinking cute especially Dino.

For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol:

Text: "When we break up, don’t forget to delete all my photos from your phone."

Reaction: He'd read the text and immediately respond,

“Why would I ever delete your photos? And why are we even talking about breaking up? Did something happen?”

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d sigh deeply.

“You really scared me. I was already planning to fight for us. Now, don’t you dare even think about leaving me, okay?”

“When will you stop doing these stupid pranks with me??”

You'll find him whining every now and then just because you attempted another breakup prank on him (he can't stay upset at you for too long). He’ll probably make some extra effort afterward to spoil you with love and affection, making sure you know that there’s no way he’d ever let you go.

Jeonghan:

Text: "When we break up, I'll take everything I've ever given you. Just so you know."

Reaction: Immediately knows you are messing with him. His reply would be sarcastic,

“Oh no, how will I ever part with my favorite mug that says ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’? Truly heartbreaking.”

If you insist it’s serious, he’d still keep teasing,

“Sure, I’ll give everything back… including my heart. But are you sure you can live without me?”

He already knows that it's a prank so there's nothing to confess so he'll just be like, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.” simple.

Joshua:

Text: "When we break up, I'll delete all the playlists I made for you."

Reaction: Joshua would be confused at first and think you were joking, but a part of him would start overthinking. He’d respond carefully ignoring the playlist comment:

“When we break up? Why are we even thinking about that? Are you okay?”

If you keep pushing the prank, he’d try his bestest to approach it calmly,

“Why would we even break up? And the playlists were for us, not just me. I’d never stop listening to them, even if…”

“I wouldn’t want anything back because the memories would be more important to me. But seriously, why are you thinking about breaking up?”

He’d hesitate, genuinely upset at the thought that you can even image you guys breaking up because for the love of god the mere suggestion of living without you, even hypothetically, is unimaginable to him. When you reveal the prank, he’d sigh in relief. “You got me good. But don’t joke about stuff like this—it hurts too much to even imagine.” The idea was unfathomable. You were his safe place, the person he envisioned in every corner of his future.

Jun:

Text: "When we break up, you better not cry over me. Stay strong!"

Reaction: Jun would be both amused and confused.

“Why are you breaking up with me in a hypothetical situation and then telling me not to cry? Are you okay?”

And obviously you'll keep pushing, so he’d add,

“If we ever broke up, I’d cry so much, you’d have to come back just to stop me.” (this is so Jun coded I'm crying-)

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d laugh and actually say, “You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you. No more breakup talk, okay?” He just loves you too much to even take what you're saying seriously in his first thought so he took what you said as an hypothetical situation immediately. At least you didn't say you're breaking up...that would be another case-

Hoshi:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking my tiger plushie back."

Reaction: He would immediately text back in all caps:

“WHEN WE WHAT?!”

“YOU CAN’T TAKE THE TIGER PLUSHIE! IT’S OUR CHILD!”

He’d call you within seconds, borderline panicking. He wouldn't even let you speak when you picked up, “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Don’t take the tiger—take me instead!”

It would take you a good few minutes to get a word in, and when you finally explained it was just a prank, the silence on the other end would be DEAFENING. Then, a dramatic groan, “YOU’RE SO MEAN!” He’d pout for the next five minutes, ranting about how you shouldn’t joke about something so serious. Please, cuddle our baby tiger (not hamster) (Hoshi will be so proud of me).

“You better hold me extra tight tonight to make up for this! And no, I’m still not over it, but fine…I’ll forgive you because I’m a nice person.”—and then this will lead to something else...open to interpretation-

Wonwoo:

Text: "When we break up, I hope you find someone who loves gaming as much as you do."

Reaction: Wonwoo would stare at the text for a while, overthinking every s.i.n.g.l.e word.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

If you keep it going, he’d send another message, quietly emotional,

“No one could replace you. And I don’t want someone who loves gaming—I want someone who loves me.”

“Which can be only you”

When you quickly reveal the prank, he’d let out a quiet laugh. “You really know how to mess with my heart, huh? Let’s stick to love texts from now on.” He has literal heart eyes for you so why do you always try out these pranks with him when you very well know that he takes these very seriously?? Your happiness is his main priority. He doesn't even care if it means he’ll get hurt in the process—he’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it makes you smile. It's like he’d do anything for you, even if it means falling for your pranks over and over again and making his heart suffer. He’ll laugh at himself for being so easy to be fooled by you, but deep down, he’s just so grateful to be the one to make you laugh.

Woozi:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t write any sad songs about me."

Reaction: He'll raise an eyebrow at the message, unsure how to respond.

“Why are we breaking up in this scenario? And who said I’d write sad songs? I’d be hurt too much to even write.”

If you insist you're being very very VERY serious, he’d add something along the line,

“But we’re not breaking up, so stop being weird.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d shake his head, not even surprised at this point. But he’d exhale slowly, the tension leaving his body. “You’re lucky I’m used to your nonsense. But don’t distract me while I’m working next time!” He’d probably end the conversation with a quiet but sweet, "I love you.” (AHHHHHHGVthhtxutFGCG)

Dokyeom:

Text: "When we break up, don’t tell your mom—it’ll break her heart."

Reaction: My love will immediately start spiraling. His cheerful smile fades, replaced by an obvious frown, genuinely not being able to fathom why you would even suggest something like that.

“What do you mean, ‘when we break up’? Is this a joke?”

“And why are you dragging my mom into this? She loves you!”

“i love you!”

If you don’t respond quickly (it's been only 7 seconds), his heart drops even more as the seconds tick by, and before you even have the chance to reply, he's calling you while on his way to your place,

When you pick up, his first words are rushed and anxious, "Hey, you’re not serious, right? You can’t be serious! Are you upset about something?”

When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he exhales loudly, remaining still on the road "I thought you were going to really break my heart there," he'd say, still in slight disbelief. "Don't ever do that again… Seriously." But then, after a pause, he'd add with that signature bright smile of his, “But, I guess if we did break up... I’d tell my mom.” But jokes aside even if there’s a misunderstanding or a small argument, Dokyeom is the first to apologize and seek resolution. He never likes holding grudges and believes that communication is key to keeping the relationship strong, so he'll talk about this thoroughly after he's back home for, ‘just incase’ scenarios.

Mingyu:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking all the kitchen gadgets with me."

Reaction: Mingyu would be shocked and devastated. He immediately pauses whatever he’s doing to process what you’ve just said. It doesn’t make sense, and his mind races, trying to figure out why you’d even mention breaking up,

“Wait, why are we breaking up? And why are you taking the kitchen gadgets? I need those!”

He’s genuinely worried about losing the gadgets, yes—but more than that, he’s upset at the thought of losing you. The kitchen has become one of his favorite places to be with you, especially when you both cook together or when he’s making you something special. That’s one of his favorite ways to show love, and now to him it feels like everything’s about to crumble because he really thinks you're being serious. So if you keep pushing, he’d add,

“You know I can’t live without my kitchen gadgets, and I can’t live without you, either! Why are you breaking up with me?” (being funny is his coping mechanism)

“Fine, take them, but I’ll visit every day to borrow them. And I’ll cook for you while I’m there.”

He didn't process the, ‘when we’ and came to the conclusion that you're breaking up with him right this second and wanting to take the kitchen gadgets lmao. He's pretty smart in general but when it comes to these...poor boy. So then when you explain that it’s just a prank, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, still sounding a bit flustered but trying to act casual about it. Beneath his strong, athletic build and playful demeanor, Mingyu has a soft heart. He’s easily affected by things that involve you—whether it’s a prank like this or just knowing you’re having a hard time. He wants to protect your heart, even if it means being vulnerable himself.

Minghao:

Text: "When we break up, make sure to stay stylish so I don’t regret dating you."

Reaction: His first instinct would be to chuckle softly, finding the text both funny and absurd.

“When we break up? First of all, not happening. Second, I’d stay stylish anyway—who do you think I am?”

If you push a lil more further, he’d reply in no time. There's no chance for you to argue here because to him your question is already very stupid—wdym by, when you guys break up? Do you think that's happening? No.

“But seriously, why are we even talking about this? Is this your way of saying you want attention?”

“You know I’d give you all my attention anyway, right?”

When you confess the prank, with a deep sigh, “Pfft, I’m too cool to get mad. Next time, try being more subtle and convincing.” He’ll joke a little, but you can tell he’s low-key affected by the prank. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “But seriously, I would stay stylish. That’s a given.”

Seungkwan:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t cry in public—it’s embarrassing."

Reaction: Seungkwan would gasp LOUDLY and immediately text back:

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you breaking up with me in this hypothetical situation AND calling me embarrassing?! How dare you!”

He’d follow up with: (also immediately after taking a 5 sec deep breath)

“Fine, I won’t cry in public, but I’ll cry so hard in private that the whole neighborhood will hear me!”

You can almost hear his dramatic flair through the text as he exaggerates the idea of a breakdown, and he doesn’t hide the slight edge of hurt in his words. He’s a little too dramatic about it, but it’s because he feels deeply, even about a prank. As soon as you reveal that it’s all a joke, Seungkwan lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated groan as if he’s been completely defeated dramatically.

“You’re evil!” He'll sulk for the next 48 hours so now you'll have to spend the whole day complimenting him to make up for this.

Vernon:

Text: "When we break up, you can keep the hoodies you stole, but I’m taking my vinyls back."

Reaction: Vernon would too stare at the text for a while, unsure if you were joking.

“Uh… are you okay? Why are we breaking up?”

“And why are you taking my vinyls?”

If you keep it going,

“If we broke up, I’d let you keep the vinyls. But I don’t really want to think about this.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d laugh softly to himself.

“You’re so random. But seriously, no more breakup talk—it’s weird.”

He might be soft while he's away but when he's with you?—bahahah—he'll waste no time locking the door behind him and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're not leaving this room tonight, he'll whisper in your ear. He'll make sure you're exactly where he wants you-close, under him, or in his arms, depending on the mood. It'll be a long night, just the two of you, and no one else...open to interpretation TT

Dino:

Text: “When we break up, promise me you'll still be my friend."

Reaction: He would instantly get a little confused, texting back with a wide-eyed concern because wdym that you want him to be your friend when he's your boyfriend right now??? When breaking up with you is the last thing in his mind?? And he's spamming,

“Wait, what? We’re breaking up?”

“Why?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please don’t leave me—”

“of course, I’ll still be your friend, but I don’t even want to think about us breaking up…”

“Are you there?”

“I'm coming home”

You’d tease him telling him to go back to his work, revealing it’s a prank, and he’d let out a huge sigh of relief, but then he’d whine a little. He'd probably ask for some aygeo, maybe a surprise, just so he can feel reassured that he's still your favorite person in the world. I mean how can he be not?! An hour later, just when you think the moment has passed, there’s a knock at your door. Opening it, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a little handwritten note:

These flowers don’t even come close to how beautiful you are. See you soon, my forever favorite. P.s. Don’t ever scare me like that again—or I’ll send you even more flowers to make you feel guilty. Love, Dino.

Reading it, you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at how effortlessly he makes you fall for him all over again. How could someone be this sweet and still be yours? How could anyone not melt at that? He’s truly the sweetest, and he’d do anything to make sure you know just how much you mean to him—even if he’s the one who should be mad!

[the-depths-of-the-coral-sea]

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