#🐯

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍚Eyes on you, eyes on me

Title from Eyes on you (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: While playing a game Jeonghan gets hurt. Jihoon blames himself. - A rewriting of Day 21: "Let's play a game" from Woozi’s perspective.

CW: injury, guilt

Whumpee: Woozi/Jihoon (+ Jeonghan) Caretakers: Hoshi/Soonyoung + Wonwoo

Let’s play a game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Jihoon was most definitely not having fun. Not even in the slightest. 

He had long overcome any insecurities surrounding his height, knowing it would be his downfall if he let it get to him. Most of the time it didn’t bother him that he was shorter than most male idols, even some female ones. He’d been able to brush it off with grace, enduring the bit of teasing that wasn’t worse than what Mingyu received for his clumsiness, Seungcheol got hit with just for being the (albeit very pouty) leader and Dino because he was the maknae.

So normally he didn’t mind and he wasn’t about to start getting insecure now.

If anything though, he was angry. Angry at the staff that had hung the signs for the Chaos game this Going Episode just out of his reach. They should have taken his height into consideration, just like people considered that Jun, Minghao and Joshua sometimes couldn’t follow very fast conversation and game explanations or considered the injuries any member had at times.

And he was angry at Hoshi who kept teasing him. He knew deep down that his best friend didn’t mean it at all, in fact he was probably trying to make the episode fun and simultaneously trying to lighten the mood seeing how Jihoon was getting more and more worked up. But right now, it didn’t help Jihoon in the slightest. In fact, it made it worse.

“Should I get you a box to stand upon?”, Soonyoung asked cheekily, winking at Jihoon.

Yeah. Funny.

“Leave it, Soonyoung”, Jihoon mumbled, feeling his nerves fraying.

It was going to be a humiliating episode for him for sure. And he hated getting humiliated unlike Mingyu and DK who he was sure had some form of humiliation kink. Okay, damn, his thoughts were really falling apart.

Even worse, his whole team was probably going to be the butt of Carat’s jokes soon. Vernon, oblivious as fuck, barely was any help and Jeonghan, their only hope, had gotten caught by their general leader when he had tried to cheat.

“Come on, you normally don’t care about being vertically challenged”, Hoshi teased further.

Something in Jihoon snapped at his words. Why couldn’t Soonyoung read the room and leave him alone?

“Go screw yourself”, he snarled, not caring at all that the whole part would need to be edited out due to his use of curse words. He was rather glad.

He wasn’t proud of his actions, of shoving his shoulder into Soonyoung’s chest as he stomped past, but at the moment he couldn’t care less about the hurt look he saw on the dancer’s face.

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He stood by the stairs leading down to the ground floor, taking deep calming breaths so he wouldn’t snap at another member or staff, when he saw the sign with the number 17 high up by the stairs. Wait, that was the number their team was looking for!

There was no way Jihoon was going to be able to reach that. He didn’t even need to test if he could reach it by standing on his tip-toes. It was much too high. He’d have to bite the bullet of asking for help.

Ashamed with how he had treated Hoshi, he knew that he couldn’t keep holding onto the anger boiling inside him. It was a team game and he was a team player. After taking another deep breath he called out for his Jeonghan-hyung. 

If anything Jihoon knew he needed Jeonghan to keep him in line should he get snappish again and he wouldn’t take it to heart like Vernon might. Since both of them were the same height it didn’t matter anyways.

When his hyung approached, Jihoon helplessly gestured up at the sign out of reach. 

Jeonghan actually groaned and mumbled: “I hate this game.”

That was just plain unfair. He didn’t get to be pouty too. Right now, Jihoon felt like he deserved to be the only one complaining. He crossed his arms over his chest aching with guilt and annoyance.

“You’re telling me that?”

Jihoon was stunned when he felt Jeonghan patting his head, cooing at him. It was plain rude and he was starting to feel angry again. He understood it was for fan service, yes, and that this section might need to be on camera since they were about to actually do something. Besides, he had already ruined one shot. So to keep himself from cursing at the older, he hit him - maybe a bit harder than strictly necessary - to satisfy his need for violence.

Even then all Jeonghan said was: “Cute.”

Okay. Two could play this game.

“You’re just pissed that you were caught cheating”, Jihoon said.

“I am not”, Jeonghan lied. Jihoon was sure of it. “Only that Seungcheol betrayed me like this.”

Yeah, that had been very unfair of the general leader, Jihoon had to admit to it. Jeonghan may have broken the rules, but again their team consisted of lazy Jeonghan, short Jihoon and confused Vernon while tall Seungcheol had annoying Hoshi and fucking tower Mingyu. It was deserved extra help.

As always Seungcheol started to pout when he heard his full name, yelling: “Hey. Stop pouting. You deserved that!” all across the house.

“Shut up”, Jihoon and Jeonghan called back.

Jihoon crossed his arms again, seeing that Jeonghan followed his example. Now that Jihoon saw Jeonghan stand next to him he felt a bit better. There also was no way that Jeonghan could reach that paper. It made Jihoon feel a bit better about himself, though he would never admit it. 

After staring at it for a few moments, Jihoon’s patience ran out. “What are we gonna do about that?”

“I suppose, I could try balancing?”, Jeonghan suggested. 

Did his hyung have a death wish? Jihoon whirled around to stare him down, disbelief cursing through his veins. How did Jeonghan think that would go?

“Are you crazy? You’ll fall.”

“I won’t.”

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Jihoon was about to reply something along the lines of “mighty last words” when Jeonghan just stepped forwards and stood on his tip-toes to reach the paper. His fingertips were nearly comically far away.

“Hold me”, he ordered and grasped onto Jihoon’s hand before he had even the slightest chance to tell his hyung how big of an idiot he was. All he could do was beg him to stop.

“Hyung, don’t!”, he called out, unashamed of his voice slightly trembling. Jeonghan was crazy. They were on the top of a long flight of stairs. If there was one thing the active toddler in him remembered was his parents telling him to never mess around with stairs. You could break your neck, sweetie, or worse. Be careful, please!

Jeonghan, apparently, never had had that particular lecture. He probably had been too lazy to be running around stairs as a child already. But at least common sense from the smarter than average man should tell him it was a terrible horrible idea. Yet, he just held onto Jihoon and edged further and further over the abyss below. 

“Hyung!”

Jihoon held tighter onto him, not willing to let his friend fall. His palms were sweaty and he could practically feel Jeonghan slip further away from him. He may have started working out a few weeks ago but that didn’t mean he could already hold onto a grown-ass man, a grown-ass man much bigger than him no less. Especially not on top of stairs.

“Hyung!”

Jeonghan grabbed onto the paper and for a moment it seemed like maybe Jihoon had been a bit too overly cautious and that they would succeed after all. But then, as Jeonghan tore off the paper, it wasn't enough. No matter how hard Jihoon tried to pull them back up, he wasn’t strong enough. Not to save both of them.

“HYUNG!”, he screamed, their hands torn apart. For a moment Jeonghan’s face seemed frozen in front of him, various emotions painted on his face. Surprise. Shock. Fear. Desperation. Then he fell.

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Jihoon’s knees exploded in pain as he fell forward, only his body’s instinct to lean backward stopping him from falling down the stairs as well. 

When he managed to recover from the shock of pain all he could see was his hyung - his loving, doting, smart, amazing, kind, gentle, sweet, helpful, mischievous hyung - laying broken at the bottom of the stairs, managers, staff, members crowding him and then hiding him from Jihoon’s sight. 

He couldn’t control the scream that was torn from his throat.

All Jihoon wanted to do was rush down the stairs to Jeonghan, check on him, see if he was … alive. He surely was alive, wasn’t he? 

You could break your neck, sweetie, or worse.

Jihoon couldn’t move, no matter how much he wanted. It was like he was rooted to the spot, frozen to the ground, set in stone. Everything was blurry.

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Suddenly strong arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back, causing him to fall backwards and collapse into the person. He gasped, throat raw, and then he blinked up at the person. 

His blurred sight - it was only then when he tasted the salty tears on his tongue that he realised he was crying - showed he was cradled in Wonwoo’s lap, the older man holding him tightly. Next to him sat Soonyoung who looked about as scared as Jihoon felt, but much more determined. 

“Jihoon-ah?”, Soonyoung asked gently and held onto Jihoon’s hand. 

For a moment Jihoon swore he could feel Jeonghan’s hand slipping from his again.

“Jihoon-ah? Are you injured? Does something hurt?”, Soonyoung asked and when Jihoon could only stare at him, chest heaving, he cupped Jihoon’s cheek in his hand, his thumb wiping away the tears.

Normally Jihoon would have killed Soonyoung for even thinking about doing anything like this but right now it was the most comforting thing in the world. 

Slowly he shook his head. The pain in his knees had lessened mostly and he knew there was nothing they could do against the bruises there. 

“Jeonghannie-hyung?”, he asked instead, before he was even aware he would ask the question, “is he okay?”

Wonwoo and Soonyoung exchanged a glance that made the blood freeze in Jihoon’s veins. “Please, is he okay?”

“Jihoonie”, Wonwoo finally said and held him tighter, “we don’t know yet. But paramedics are on the way and the others are taking care of hyung right now. We should focus on you.”

Take care of him? Jihoon didn’t understand. He was fine.

“You’re not fine, baby”, Soonyoung said with a sad smile, “you’re pretty scared, huh? I think you may be experiencing a bit of shock right now.”

All Jihoon could do was nod. He didn’t have the strength to lie and he did feel pretty shocked. 

Suddenly Soonyoung let go of him. Jihoon gasped, not wanting to lose the contact. He didn’t want to lose Soonyoung too.

“Hey, hey”, Soonyoung said, sounding a bit further away, “I’m not leaving you. I’m just gonna elevate your legs for a bit, okay? Just until you feel a bit better. Just breathe, okay?”

Jihoon nodded and closed his eyes. Soonyoung’s hands were warm against his calves and he was not only elevating his legs, he was soothingly patting Jihoon’s ankle, giving him something to focus on. His head was still resting in Wonwoo’s lap and only now did he notice that Wonwoo was gently stroking his hair and softly humming a song. 

Ulgo sipji ana

💎

Jihoon let the older members take care of him for once. His heart still hadn’t stopped pounding in his chest and he noticed he was shivering. He was terrified, shocked like Soonyoung had said. He couldn’t bring himself to move, to look, to go to Jeonghan for now. He was too scared of what he would see. He didn’t want to lose Jeonghan. He didn’t think he could ever stop the self-blame if something bad had happened. Why hadn’t he been stronger?

It took a while for Jihoon to stop crying and trembling. It passed like the blink of an eye, an eternity at the same time. Slowly Wonwoo helped him sit up, Jihoon’s back against his chest. 

“Breathe, Jihoon-ah.” The producer could hear the older’s chest rumble as he spoke in his gentle, kind voice. “You’re okay. Hannie-hyung will be okay too.”

You don’t know that, Jihoon wanted to shoot back. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words.

You could break your neck, sweetie, or worse.

“I want to see hyung”, Jihoon said, his voice more determined than he felt. “I need to see hyung.”

“Okay”, Soonyoung replied gently and let go of Jihoon’s legs, “let’s go.”

He stood up and reached his hands down to help Jihoon up. With Wonwoo’s hand on his back and Soonyoung holding his hands, Jihoon shakily got to his feet. His knees buckled a bit under him but he managed to stay standing. 

Soonyoung never let go of Jihoon as they slowly walked down the stairs together, Jihoon’s gaze fixed on the steps. He didn’t know how he would react when he saw Jeonghan and he didn’t want to cause Soonyoung to fall down the stairs too if he freaked out.

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Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, Jihoon noticed that the bubble of people surrounding Jeonghan was gone. Instead only Minghao was kneeling by their hyung’s side. The younger member was stroking away the tears on Jeonghan’s face. Jihoon didn’t know if they came from pain or shock. Some strands of hair stuck to Jeonghan’s cheeks that Minghao carefully peeled away, gentle as always. For a moment Jihoon could only watch. Jeonghan looked much more peaceful than he had imagined but it was still scary to see him so still.

“Please be more careful, hyung”, Minghao whispered, “it was terrifying. I was taking a break and was watching you and Woozi-hyung. Seeing you fall so suddenly … I … you really scared us today.”

Jihoon swallowed. He hadn’t even had thought about what the situation would do to the other members - he had only thought of Jeonghan and himself. He imagined it must have been so scary, maybe the suddenness of it all even more so than to Jihoon who was involved in the situation.

“I’m sorry, Eissa. I didn’t think”, Jeonghan mumbled. But Jihoon couldn’t believe the next words his self-sacrificing idiot of a hyung said “Are the others okay?”

He didn’t hesitate to interject, stepping forward, away from Soonyoung. His voice came out less angry than he had imagined, weaker than intended. 

“So much is clear. That you didn’t think, I mean. Do you know how terrifying it was to feel your hand slip out of my grip and see you fall?”

Jihoon sat down and wrapped an arm around Minghao who had startled at his sudden appearance, letting the scared younger member rest against him. Even if Minghao was acting strong, Jihoon could see how he was scared and he wasn’t as heartless as some people thought him to be. 

Only then did he finally look at Jeonghan, barely able to meet his eyes. I wish I could have saved you, hyung. I wish I had been stronger.

“I’m sorry, Jihoon-ah”, Jeonghan apologized quietly. “I never wanted to make you go through that.”

Jihoon didn’t really want to hear the apology. He didn’t think he could accept it yet. He knew he should have been stronger. But he also knew Jeonghan never should have played with his health, his safety like this. As loath as Jihoon was to admit it - this was Jeonghan’s fault in a way. He had decided to play. He had trusted Jihoon to hold him - and Jihoon had failed him - but still it had been his decision in the beginning to even try the stunt.

“I know, hyung. Please don’t be so reckless in the future”, Jihoon just said. I’m sorry.

But he couldn’t say those last words, because suddenly the door was flung open and paramedics rushed into the room. Jihoon squeezed Jeonghan’s hand tightly, hoping it conveyed the apology, and stepped back. Immediately Soonyoung was there, wrapping him in his arms again.

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Now all they could do was wait and hope that their Jeonghan would be fine.

[yotume]

[pomefioredove]

May I request a scenario/headcanons/whatever you want where Idia is dating the reader but nobody believes him? Like, he met the reader online and they've called eachother and whatnot but never met in person.

Anyway, some sort of event comes up (maybe the halloween one (love the halloween one)) and the third years are talking about who they know that's coming and when they ask Idia he says his partner.

How woulf they react to hearing that information and how bewildered would they be when Idia's s/o actually shows up to thr event?

Feel free to not do this one if you don't want to! Thank you for the opportunity to request in the first place, I genuinly love your writing!! <3 💗💞

-🐯

this is a really good prompt actually!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not-so-long distance

type of post: headcanons characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

Idia already knows that e-dating is a new low

(even for him)

but it's not like he can flirt with people IRL!

besides, he knows you're the real deal

he's... kinda-sorta-maybe hacked into your computer and snooped...

but only once! he just had to make sure you weren't some creep

(then he was like, oh, I'm the creep...)

so, he's dating the Ramshackle prefect

so what?

you know it's him, he knows it's you, he's still working up the nerve to talk to you IRL...

...yeah

the trouble starts when Leona makes a comment during a housewarden meeting

Idia, a little overconfident, ripostes

...and it's all downhill from there

no matter what he says, no matter what he shows them, none of the other housewardens believe his relationship is real

(except for Kalim, but that's not saying a lot)

Idia knows he has to play his cards right, though

so he shuts up and lets it go

ironically, that argument is what gives him the confidence to finally ask you out for an IRL date

...where he knows everyone will see you together

worth it

the looks on their faces are priceless, to say the least

their reactions when it turns out that not only was he telling the truth about having a partner, his partner turns out to be none other than the lovable, popular Ramshackle prefect themselves...

it's a big of an ego trip for him

[nerdlvr]

you had gone a tiny bit too hard pregaming cause after a couple shots with renjun, he had to help you button up your shirt, carefully taking the time to tuck it back into your skirt claiming:

"nobody likes a messy secretary, they only wanna fuck them cause they're neat."

before brushing your hair out of your face and planting a kiss on your cheek, quickly dragging you outside to meet jaemin and chenle.

as you shut your front door you heard whistling behind you,

"oh wow you look even better in person."

jaemin grabbed your hand to spin you around, getting a full view of your outfit. you gave them a cheeky smile as chenle nodded his head in agreement, giving you a light pat on your butt.

the drive to the party was relaxed. there was occasional bickering between chenle and renjun about the test results of their most recent patient, while you and jaemin laughed as they switched between languages, making sure to use every insult they knew. your buzz was starting to fog your mind, a small smile permanently plastered on your face as you made yourself more comfortable in your seat. jaemin looked at you through the rear view mirror,

"how we feeling back there baby? you're not gonna flash anyone tonight right?"

you nodded slowly as you smiled wide, holding up both of your thumbs for extra confirmation. chenle turned around in the passenger seat to pat your knee,

"you better, cause we're all gonna do our own thing tonight, we can't babysit you, okay?"

you stuck your tongue out at him,

"as if you ever watch me zhong chenle, you always disappear as soon as they give out jello shots."

"chenle don't try to pick a fight with her, we just got here."

jaemin unbuckled his seat belt before nudging chenle to get out of the car. renjun stepped out, extending his hand to help you. as you stepped out and straightened your skirt your eyes met mark's. it was hard to miss him, right at the entrance of the house, bright blonde hair standing out in the crowd. he raised the drink in his hand, greeting you. you quickly turned back to renjun,

"if you guys leave me alone tonight i'm going to get into so much trouble"

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"dude did she just ignore you?"

haechan let you a loud laugh next to mark, reaching out to grab his arm for support.

"shut up, maybe she didn't see me."

jeno downed the rest of his drink, reaching forward to rip haechan off of mark,

"it's getting cold, lets go in, we finally saw her arrive, happy mark?"

mark let out a sigh before going in, turning his head back one last time to catch a glimpse of you greeting some party guests.

𖦹

as expected, inside the party was insane, the neo theta phi house was notorious for throwing the best parties on campus. free drinks, chicks, and dicks to go around. but tonight mark only had one thing in mind. he'd barely drank the mystery liquid haechan had concocted for him before he set out into the party to find you. hopefully you weren't actually avoiding him, there was no way in hell you were that much of a virgin that some male moaning scared you away.

when mark found you he felt a sour taste build up in his mouth. there you were, hot as ever, sitting comfortably on the leather couch as jaehyun leaned over you, whispering in your ear. he was too close for mark's taste.

mark flinched as someone grabbed his shoulders from behind, slightly shaking him.

"mark, buddy, if that's your girl, now she's not. you know how quick jae is."

mark turned around and was greeted by johnny's lazy smile.

"didn't know you went looking for girls, they usually come to you."

johnny questioned, raising a brow, before briefly looking over mark's shoulder to eye you.

"she's hot dude."

mark moved his shoulders, squirming out of johnny's grasp.

"how much have you had to drink?"

johnny pinched his fingers together, putting them up to his lips pretending to inhale,

"i'm 100% sober, if we're talking about alcohol that is, but we got real good stuff in the back if you want markie."

johnny gave him a sly grin before grabbing his shoulders again, turning him back around to face jaehyun.

goosebump's rose on mark's skin as he felt him whisper in his ear,

"but i think that can wait, cause it seems jae's already pulling the moves on your girl."

jaehyun was no longer leaning over you, but sitting right next to you, hand on your thigh, playfully pulling at your stockings.

mark's feet were already on the move before he processed was he was doing, now standing in front of you and jaehyun as you both eyed him. he saw your teeth shine as you broke out in a smile, getting up to wrap your arm around mark's shoulders, tippy toeing so you could reach.

"jae, this is mark, mark lee, we go wayyyy back, we've been neighbors for yearsss!"

mark could smell the liquor of your breath, as he looked over at you, smiling warmly at the silly grin on your face. jaehyun stood up, grabbing mark's hand to shake it.

"of course i know mark lee, silly girl."

he booped your nose with his free hand, mark felt sick as you giggled. he finished jaehyun's thought,

"we're frat brothers, actually."

he ripped his hand away from jaehyun's feeling a sudden distaste for his so called brother. jaehyun raised a brow at mark's sudden cold tone, biting back a smile as he realized what was going on.

thankfully haechan came to the rescue breaking the tension.

"there you are! i was just looking for you! we're playing a game, come on. oh! and you're definitely coming too"

haechan pulled your arm away from mark, tightly gripping your hand as he dragged you towards the circle of expectant party guests. mark followed after you two, wondering what haechan was possibly up to now.

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haechan sat you down on the couch next to him before introducing the game,

"tonight to celebrate two very hot people who had sex to make my very beautiful friend right here-"

he gestured towards jeno that sat on the opposite side of you.

"we will be playing 7 minutes in heaven, or what i like to call.... closet quickies! someone will spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to go with them and spend 7 minutes locked up in a tight space together, soooo sexy. y/n first!"

you sat up quickly, surprised that your name was called. the initial shock killed your buzz, the relaxation quickly leaving your body as you looked around the circle. your eyes landed on mark's as he gave you an apologetic smile for his friend's actions. you smiled back feeling silly for even considering avoiding him tonight, he was just a friend like jaemin or chenle.

you looked towards haechan now, his hand pointing towards the bottle on the floor

"okay, yeah sure."

you leaned forward towards the bottle using your hand to turn it. the crowd watched as the bottle spun and spun, excited to see who the lucky player would be. as the spinning came to a halt it landed directly in front of haechan. you slowly turned to face him fighting the urge to strangle yourself, he smirked at you,

"oh! so lucky baby! but since i'm the host, i'm not playing, so you know what they say! next player is to the right of the dealer!"

he turned to look at his right, already knowing mark was sitting next to him. mark's eye's widened as he realized what haechan meant.

"m-me?"

"anyone else on my right markie?"

mark felt a blush creep past his neck as haechan nudged him suggestively.

"so our first pair for tonight is y/n and mark! lets give a round of applause to give our couple some strength!"

you got up and stood in front of mark, placing your hand out in front of him,

"come on mark, we've spent longer than just 7 minutes together."

the crowd ooo'd and aaa'd at your words, only making mark blush harder. he took your hand and followed behind you as you led him to the closet nearby.

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when you opened the door, the closet was smaller than you imagined, like a lot smaller. it was full with coats and sweaters, the floor space limited by the boxes that covered it. you pushed some of the hangers back making some space for you and mark, before stepping in and closing the door. you heard haechan from outside,

"okay guys! the timer just started, be careful not to dirty anything in there!"

you both rolled your eyes at his words, laughing awkwardly at the situation you found yourselves in. you and mark lee were chest to chest in a frat house closet, breaths heating up the tight area.

"sorry, my friends kind of an ass, we don't have to do this is you don't want to."

he turned slightly to reach for the door but you grabbed his shoulders to stop him,

"it's fine mark, really, it's just 7 minutes, we can't let donghyuck think we're wimps."

he nodded his head in agreement, big mistake. as he nodded downward his eye's landed on your cleavage. your breasts were plump and shiny, and now that he was conscious of how close you both were he realized how good you smelled right now. he shifted uncomfortably feeling his pants tighten. you moved your hands from his shoulders to his chest, pulling back as he flinched away from your touch letting out a little groan.

"mark are you okay? you look kinda red."

he coughed, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth,

"uh, yeah, yeah, just hot in here."

you let out an airy laugh,

"oh yeah, it is hot in here."

you had just realized the heat that had built up in the closet, bringing you hands up to move your hair from you chest and push it back, revealing more of your cleavage. mark thought he could faint right now. he didn't know if he should be happy or mad at haechan for putting him in this closet with you. he reached forward to help you move some hair from your face, trying to do anything to ignore what was growing in his pants. you smiled at him, lightly patting his chest as a thank you. mark was lost in your eyes, well, not just your eyes, your lips, your smile, your tits. think of haechan lap dancing a pillow, think of haechan lap dancing a pillow, think of haechan-

"do you wanna kiss?"

he would've missed the question if you both weren't literally 5 inches away from each other. it was almost a soft whisper that left your lips.

"we don't have to but, that's the point of the game, and your boner's kinda poking me so-"

"yes, yes, fuckk, yes, lets kiss."

he didn't care if he sounded desperate, you asked to kiss him and his dick was about to fall off he didn't at least get some type of action. he'd deal with the consequences later, he gets to kiss you. he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, lips just a breath away from yours,

"are you sure, you're not drunk are you?"

damn that question just made you wanna kiss him more. you didn't know what had come over you. maybe it was mark's new blonde hair, or the spit filling your mouth as you felt mark growing in his pants. or maybe it was heatstroke, but right now mark looked so damn good you couldn't miss this opportunity to kiss him. after hearing all that moaning last night, maybe just one kiss would tame your dirty thoughts.

"just had a couple shots before coming."

he brought his hands up to cup your face, stopping to brush some hair behind your ear. he chuckled,

"how many is a couple pretty girl?"

you let out a sigh,

"are you gonna kiss me or-"

he pressed his lips softly into yours, melting into the kiss. you placed your hands on his chest, pulling his tie. he turned his head deepening the kiss, poking your lips with his tongue, asking for permission. you pulled away from the kiss giggling softly. he chased after your lips.

"don't tease me brat."

his hand went up to the back of your head, pulling you back into the kiss. this time you let his tongue roam your mouth, moaning softly at the warmth spreading through your body. you traced your fingers down his body, stopping at the tent that had formed in his pants, lightly squeezing him. he released your lips, pressing his forehead into yours, letting out a deep groan,

"shit, don't do that, we don't have enough time"

and just like that you heard banging from the other side of the door, you both jumped, backing away from each other like you'd just been burnt. haechan yelled,

"are you both decent, times up, you can come out nowwww!"

you looked at mark, both of your cheeks flushed.

"uh you go first, i gotta get this-"

he pointed at his pants,

"to go down."

you nodded quickly, hand already reaching for the door knob.

"yeah yeah, i'll go ahead."

you turned the knob but stopped yourself, turning back to mark. you reached towards him to straighten his tie, using your fingers to wipe away the gloss that had transferred onto his lips.

"there, that's better."

mark could've melted at the smile you gave him.

"the blonde looks good on you by the way."

he reached up to touch his hair, but you had already walked out of the closet, leaving him to wonder, what the hell just happened?

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [24] brat

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notes : i wasn't gonna make this kiss but the kitty wants what it wants ifyk what i mean ☝️🙂‍↕️. enjoy this before y/n's intense panic on what the hell is going on between her and mark hahaha

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[mcondance]

i won’t even lie, i’d be the office 🐱 idc. reid, hotch, and morgan could take alllllll of that stress out on me idccccc

-🐯

MDNI; reader’s outfit is referred to as “distracting” | no morgan included cause i don’t wanna fuck him oops | reader can be fucked against a wall

hotch comes in fuming. locks eyes with you and all it takes is him yanking at his tie and a nod towards the room where it always happens.

or, spencer’s irritated and frustrated cause he can’t figure the case out. wracking his brain for any piece of knowledge that could help him. he’s tired and aggravated, and as he leans back in his chair, taking in the office, there you are. pants tight enough to distract even wonder boy, and shirt clinging to your gracious body.

hotch beckons you into a back room, somewhere far away from the blood and carnage that has driven him into your arms, in between your legs and inside you while you sit on a forgotten desk, spread for him to fuel his frustration into something. something good.

you cry and you whine and you sob, and it hurts but it feels just how you need it to, hotch gives it to you just how you like it. the sounds you give him are confused, don’t know whether they want to be sobs of pain or cries of pleasure and at this point, who gives a damn.

you use his first name, unusual and reserved, choking out “aa-” and just barely reaching the rest because he’s reached that spot inside you, and if he can’t solve the case, then he damn sure can make you feel good and make himself feel good too.

spencer’s an office fuck. he needs you on top of him, thighs wet and braced on either side of his legs, chair backed up against the wall so it doesn’t buckle under the force of you and spencer’s ruts and grinds and fucks.

you fuck the frustration out of him, have him choked up and slipping on his words like only you can. head thrown back with you speaking praises and promises in his ear, he’s grateful to have you around whenever he needs to blow off some steam. or, when he needs you to blow it off for him.

he’s cried, let his anger roll down his red face and drop down onto his button-up. other times, when he feels like everyone has everything together except him, he handles you differently.

still frustrated, he’s got you pinned against the wall before you can speak his name. he’s desperate and upset, and he fucks like it. ruts into you and screws you like he’s not the skinniest guy you’ve ever seen.

“stress relief” is what they call you. they’ve got too much love and admiration for you to call you anything else.

[abdocado]

Tiger zoro

[ozymoron]

aggie(or magma whatever) doodle i love them so much

[piercemybluesky]

the unfortunate current state of my mind rn (posting here bc ik some people would love to see this)

[libmalliu]

Lil billy

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

[justmarrik]

but he is

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Hey there, I'm AJ, you can call me Bear if you want. I'm 31 and a fox sub-leaning switch. Preferred pronouns are they/them. This blog is largely for fantasies and the content I post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires.

I have a wishlist you can see here : Throne Gifts

And a Ko-fi page here : Ko-fi

Everyone of any and no gender is welcome here.

Add unnecessary comments to my posts I will block you if we're not mutuals, keep it in the tags.

Fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential. This blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Spam likers will be given soft blankets and forehead kisses but don't add unnecessary shit to my posts.

Anons are on so this is my consent to send me questions, thoughts, facts, fantasies, degrading and humiliating asks, maybe tasks, pet pics...

Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked on sight if you follow me.

Nonbinary. INFP-T. Chaotic Good.

Single, not really looking, and just here to have fun and make friends with both subs and Dom/ mes.

Anons that are taken: 🌹😸🕸🐯🔪🦄🍒🥐🦊🤭🐝🐼

Kinks I'm into in no particular order: somno, bondage, degradation, humiliation, praise, objectification, body writing, dumbification, light impact play, facesitting, freeuse, breathplay, gags, orgasm control, gentle femdom, light pet play (like a collar and leash = HOT) and some others I can't think of right now.

Kinks I'm not into: blackmail, scat, blood/injury, vomit, animals, ageplay, incest play, race play, needles, extreme pain, anal (receiving).

If it's not listed as something I'm not into... I might be...

[forestduck]

sleeping tiger 🐯💤

[yotume]

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍚 Won't let them break your heart

Title from Rock with you (Seventeen)

Summary: Lately it felt like that was all he was to them: A producer and a unit leader. Jihoon is tired of being Woozi all the time.

CW: insecurity

Whumpee: Jihoon/Woozi Caretaker: Soonyoung/Hoshi

It wasn’t like Jihoon doubted the members’ love for him...

How could he? 

They constantly told him how much they appreciated his efforts in creating the best music for them. They never missed a chance to compliment his music itself. They provided him with warm food and a place to call home (though he was barely there). They always noted how good of a unit leader he was and Seungcheol often thanked him for helping him with his duties. They let him cry all over them whenever they sang Circles and cooed over him when he pushed them aside when they tried to shower him in affection. 

Just lately …

Lately it felt like that was all he was to them: A producer and a unit leader. Somebody they could rely on and ask him for his help.

If he was honest, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had had a conversation with one of the members that wasn’t related to their work. Rationally he knew that comeback season was always busy, always the most stressful time of the year. Nobody really had time for anything but their work. The Hip-Hop Unit wrote their raps. The Performance Unit created their dances. The Vocal Unit worked on the lyrics. And Woozi did all the music, arranging, guides, recording - all on top of the dance practices and other promotion schedules.

It had been too long since he had actually been Jihoon - not Woozi.

Maybe it was different for S.Coups and Hoshi and DK and The8 and Dino. Maybe they felt like their stage names had merged with their real personality. 

But for Woozi? He longed to be Jihoon again.

It was an honor to be Woozi, of course. To have his name attached to so many songs. To have people recognize his talent. To receive awards as a group and as a producer. To be a part of Seventeen.

But being Woozi was also dreadfully exhausting, demanding, taxing, trying, strenuous.

Just … he just wished for one day where he didn’t have to be on. One day where people didn’t expect so much of him. One day of just existing with his members. 

Nobody asking anything of him.

Thinking back - all conversations he had with his members had not only been about work but even more so about what he should do and add and change and decide and…

He was tired.

He was so so tired.

But there was nothing to be done about that. He still had to edit the sample Bumzu - who was out sick - had sent him, look over Wonwoo’s and Vernon’s raps, write the rest of their lyrics, make at least a beat for the song he had been thinking about with S.Coups, find time to meet with the Vocal Unit, record two guides and they had dance practice later. 

Well, no day but today.

With a sigh, Woozi lifted his head out of his hands where he had sat slumped over on his desk. He needed to get back to work.

💎

A knock on the studio door - hours later - pulled Woozi from his work.

He looked up, rubbed his tired eyes, rolled his shoulders and stretched. Maybe he could make himself look a bit more presentable to the visitor.

“Come in”, he called, lifting his eyebrows when he found Soonyoung entering the studio, carrying a take-out bag in his hands.

“Evening”, the older man called, smiling brightly, “I come bearing gifts. Well, food. Food and my presence are the gifts. The last even more than the first.”

Woozi laughed a bit at his chingu. “Even … wait, don’t we have dance practice in …” He looked down at his phone that showed a reading of 18:06 o’clock “... six minutes ago? Fuck, we’re late.” He rushed to his feet, the lightheartedness and teasing in his voice vanishing at once. What was Soonyoung doing here, bringing food?

“Practice is canceled”, Soonyoung said, shrugging, “relax and sit back down.”

Relieved and at the same time feeling stressed, Woozi slumped back down into his desk chair. If practice was canceled he’d have more time to finish his work tonight but they’d have to do dance practice another day and nobody knew how much work he would have at that point.

He suspiciously eyed the bag that Soonyoung still held in his hands. The members mostly brought him food as a peace offering, to lull him into compliance before asking him for another thing. It was a nice gesture for them, giving him a little in return for his efforts but Woozi had come to dread the crinkling of take-out bags. And he already dreaded what Hoshi wanted from him.

“How come?”, he decided to ask, gesturing at Hoshi to take the other chair.

“Uh, well, you haven’t read the group chat, have you?”, Hoshi countered.

Woozi shook his head. He had been too preoccupied by his work to check the chat (and the time apparently) and figured if there was something important they would come by or call.

“Well, the Hip-Hop Unit went out for lunch together. They all have food poisoning.” Hoshi grimaced and shuddered. “You missed the whole show - not much to miss though except Jeonghan-hyung about to lose his sanity but that does happen every three to four business days anyhow.”

Woozi couldn’t suppress a snort at that. Their second-oldest hyung really was a mother-hen and he assumed that the Hip-Hop Unit would not be able to live that down soon. Also Jeonghan’s pain was funny at times.

Of course Woozi felt terribly bad for the sick members and he knew that their schedules would become even worse now that things would have to get pushed back or rescheduled. There was a tiny snake of anxiety wrapping itself around his chest and squeezing. He didn’t want to imagine the stress that would soon follow.

“I assume they all went home?”, Woozi asked.

“Hm”, Hoshi said, handing him a pair of chopsticks, “S.Coups+ apartment is the place to avoid. Eat.”

“I hope you got this from a different place?”, the producer quipped, not waiting for Hoshi to answer. The dancer would not be that stupid. He hoped.

“Glad you trust me”, Hoshi replied with an eye roll and dug in as well.

They ate in silence, both preoccupied by thoughts. Jihoon sighed. He really didn’t want to keep working. He didn’t want to face all the pressure and the dead-lines, the criticism. The upper management who always had something bad to say no matter what he did.

But Woozi also couldn’t disappoint his members. He was their producer, the one who they trusted to make them successful. Without his music they would have failed a long time ago. Somehow that thought wasn’t as comforting as it could have been.

Actually, no, it created even more pressure.

What were those song lyrics?

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip

That’ll never stop

Pressure that will tip, tip, tip

‘Til you just go pop

I’m pretty sure I’m worthless

If I can’t be of service

Jihoon really shouldn’t have watched so much Disney with Vernon and Joshua.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The question spilled out of him like a waterfall, without any chance of stopping it, so much force nothing could withstand it.

“What can I do for you, Hoshi?”

Hoshi looked up from his food and blinked. “What? Can’t I just come here and spend time with my favorite producer?” 

Going the flattery route then - explicitly mentioning the producer title. Well, food and flattery. Jihoon hadn’t expected anything less. He put his chopsticks down, noticing that he had been clutching them so harshly it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped them in half.

Still, there was something weird about Hoshi's tone - confusion, maybe. Genuinity? 

No, he must have imagined it. Well, he knew that Hoshi genuinely liked his music. But he certainly wanted something. Woozi was sure of it.

He was tired of waiting for what Hoshi was about to spring upon him. What he would have to add to his overly full schedule. What would make him spend more time holed up here alone. What would make Jihoon disappear even more.

💎

Jihoon hated himself for losing his temper like that, seeing the pained confusion on Hoshi’s face. He shouldn’t have snapped like that. The aftermath, however, was worse still.

“Just tell me why you came, Hoshi.” He had given a long-suffering sigh.

There had been hurt in Hoshi’s eyes that Woozi had been too exhausted to even try to figure out. “I already said it. I want to hang out with you because I feel like it and I miss you. You’ve been stuck here all day.”

“Bullshit!”, Woozi had hissed through clenched teeth. “What is it? You all always come because you want something from me. A new track? A guide? Lyrics? Just tell me so I can get back to work. I’ll fit it into the schedule somehow.”

“Jihoon-ah”, Hoshi had tried to calm him down, his eyes blown wide. “I truly just didn’t want you to be all alone all day, especially since practice was canceled. Nobody has seen you all day. I promise, I really came to check in on you, see how you were doing.”

“Nobody does that”, Jihoon had whispered, staring down at his lap.

Silence held on for a couple of minutes. Woozi really tried to get his breathing under control. It was too fast, too harsh, too shallow. Everytime he tried to breathe normally it got stuck in his throat. He looked at his hands which were shaking in his lap. Or maybe it was his shoulders? His whole body? He didn’t know.

There was the taste of salt on his lips.

💎

That was it. Hoshi was leaving. Leaving him alone. Leaving him to his misery and his shame.

But instead of moving away the footsteps came closer until Jihoon could spot the washed out sneakers that Soonyoung loved to death. 

A hand came to rest on his knee as his best friend knelt down in front of him. Stubborn, Jihoon refused to look at him. He didn’t want to look at Hoshi, not after exploding so rudely on him. They were all stressed. They were all preparing for a comeback. Snapping at each other was something that was something that S.Coups pretty quickly had made sure was not tolerated and needed apologizing. Jihoon didn’t think that he could get any words out if he tried, not even apologetic ones.

“Jihoon-ah, look at me”, Soonyoung commanded quietly, his voice giving no room for argument. But Jihoon couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face more pressure, more requests, more asks. 

When he didn’t move his head and it became clear that he wouldn't, Soonyoung sighed. It didn’t sound annoyed like Jihoon had imagined it would, but … sad? He couldn’t make sense of that. 

The hand Soonyoung didn’t use to keep his balance on Jihoon’s knee moved upwards towards Jihoon’s face. Rationally Jihoon knew that Soonyoung would not hit him. None of the members would. They would protect him if anybody tried. Yet - Jihoon couldn’t help but flinch.

Soonyoung let out a whimper like a wounded animal and immediately retreated his hand. “Baby? Hoon-ah?”, he asked breathlessly, “what’s going on? Has somebody been hurting you?”

Jihoon immediately shook his head. Nobody had. Just … their behavior.

“I need you to speak with me, baby, so I can be sure”, Soonyoung whispered, “please tell me if somebody hurt you. Even if it’s just a tiny scratch I’d want to know.”

“No”, Jihoon breathed out, “nobody has hurt me.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, baby”, Soonyoung said, the relief evident in his voice, “is .. is it okay if I touch you?”

Jihoon shrugged, nodded.

“I know speaking is hard but can you confirm this verbally for me?”, Soonyoung requested. His voice was so gentle, so patient that Jihoon wanted to cry. Actually, had he even stopped?

“Yeah”, he mumbled and slowly Soonyoung brushed his long hair that had created sort of a halo around his face behind his ear. His thumb came up to wipe under Jihoon’s eyes. Maybe he was still crying. Maybe Jihoon should be concerned that he felt so detached that he couldn’t tell if he himself was crying.

Gently, leaving him the possibility to stop the movement, Soonyoung lifted Jihoon’s head so he was finally looking at the older. Jihoon gasped when he saw the pale, tear-streaked face of his best friend.

“Why are you crying?”, he asked already half-way into turning around to search for tissues.

“Why am I crying?”, Soonyoung asked incredulously, gripping into Jihoon’s hand to stop his movement, “why wouldn’t I be crying? I came here to spend some time with you only to find out I have been a terrible friend and neglected you.”

That finally stopped Jihoon’s frantic attempts to find tissues - he knew it was hysterical looking for tissues but he didn’t know how else to help. But now? 

Jihoon didn’t want Soonyoung to blame himself for something Jihoon was overreacting to. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he whispered, “I … don’t know what came over me. You have been an amazing friend. You are an amazing friend. I don’t know why I reacted like this, I’m sorry.”

Soonyoung lifted his hand again to rest it against Jihoon’s burning hot cheek. He smiled up at him, the smile looking incredibly sad. 

“Hoon-ah, stop apologizing. I … I don’t … I. I don’t know how to say this. But how would you feel if you found me dancing all day every day and you just wanted to hang out only to have me expect you to burden me with even more choreographies even though I clearly was already stressed?”

“I’d feel awful, you should rest! And … I’d hate myself for making you think you were only valuable for your productive outpu … oh”, Jihoon replied, voice going quiet as he realized.

He hadn’t wanted to put Soonyoung in this position. But he couldn’t deny what conclusion Soonyoung’s mind had jumped to. What true conclusion his mind had jumped to.

“See why I am so worried?”, Soonyoung asked, his voice very gentle.

Jihoon nodded, hesitantly. He didn’t want to admit it but it did feel good to finally unburden his heart. His eyes began to water again and his throat felt tight.

“Soonyoung”, he whispered, “I am so tired.”

“I know, baby. I know. It’s okay. Rest your weight on my shoulders now.”

With a cry, Jihoon fell forward off the chair, knowing that no matter what, Soonyoung would catch him.

💎

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Hoon-ah”, Soonyoung asked, tipping his index finger against Jihoon’s temple.

It was some time later, Jihoon didn’t know how much. He’d cried in Soonyoung’s arms on the floor of his studio for so long, sobs leaving his body until he physically couldn’t cry anymore. Once he had slumped over, completely spent, Soonyoung had carried him to the couch in the corner of his studio. He’d sat down Jihoon in his lap, something the younger would have protested in any other situation. For now it felt like he couldn't ever let go of his best friend ever again. From how tight Soonyoung held him, Jihoon doubted there were any such plans in the future.

At Soonyoung’s question Jihoon exhaled. It was strangely loud in the quietness of the studio. He didn’t know how to explain without making Soonyoung cry again. He most certainly didn’t want that. The older had cried along with him, though focused on comforting Jihoon and holding him tightly.

“It’s stupid, really.” Now that everything had died down, the volcano in him had erupted, Jihoon was embarrassed. Soonyoung had come to have a good time and instead Jihoon had ended up using him as a tissue. 

“It’s not stupid if it has you this frazzled”, Soonyoung insisted and then more hesitantly: “You didn’t expect me to actually come to spend time with you. You thought I would just drop by with a new request, a new task on your already crazy schedule. We have been doing that a lot, haven’t we?”

“I mean … I guess?”, Jihoon asked, playing with the strings of Soonyoung’s comfy hoodie. His head hurt and he didn’t necessarily feel like having the conversation. He’d rather just stay here with his head resting against Soonyoung’s shoulder and just not have to work for a while. “Not too much. Just with all the other stuff I have to do and Bumzu out sick. It’s stressful right now. A small request here and there isn’t too bad.”

“Unless it’s twelve small requests upon your already insane workload, am I right?”, Soonyoung stated more than he asked. 

Jihoon shrugged. “I mean, it’s my job, right? I shouldn’t complain.”

“Your job is to be healthy above all. Yes, I know you have a lot to do with all the producing and everything else that comes with a comeback but not at the cost of your mental health. It’s not your responsibility to lighten our workload. It’s not right that your first thought when somebody comes in here is that they want something from you, not just you. I’m sorry you felt like this, like we only want you for your creative output. You are an amazing person, worth spending time with outside of work. So worth it.”

There definitely was a blush on his cheeks now, Jihoon was sure. He was glad nobody else was there to witness that. 

But Soonyoung wasn’t finished: “It’s okay to say no, you know? It’s okay to set boundaries.”

That was the problem of it all, wasn’t it? Woozi had never learned how to set boundaries. He had never needed to. Besides - what was he if not their producer?

“I … I’m scared, I think”, Jihoon admitted, “I know you love Woozi. I know you appreciate what I do. I am proud of what I do. It’s just … I have always been Woozi. Always been the one producing, the one in the studio, the one you all could rely on to make music. If Woozi makes a mistake, slips up, it might cause our downfall. I think … I think I forgot how to be Jihoon during this.”

Soonyoung gasped, like Jihoon had physically hurt him. Then he wrapped his arms around Jihoon tightly again, holding him in a comforting embrace, and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Jihoon-ah. Jihoon-ah, I am so sorry I never realized how much all of this affected you. All the fear and pain you carried with you. I’m sorry we never showed you we loved Jihoon as well. Much more than we could ever love Woozi.”

Jihoon just buried his face in Soonyoung’s neck and breathed in. For the first time in a long time it didn’t hurt. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Soonyoung said the truth, he always did with matters of the heart. Jihoon had no choice but to believe him.

“Thank you, Young-ah”, he whispered, “thank you.”

“It’s alright, Jihoon-ah. We’ll get this fixed. I promise the members all love you for who you are - not your music, not your talent. For that, of course, too, but first and foremost because you are our Jihoon-ah, okay?”

Jihoon nodded. He was so tired. His eyes slipped shut against his will.

“I’ll speak with S.Coups-hyung to reduce your workload and address all this - well, as soon as he is able to keep his head out of a bucket for longer than a few minutes. We’ll find solutions to all your problems and we’ll help you where we can. You don’t have to do this alone. We’re Seventeen - we'll face this together. You can rest now, love.”

Jihoon closed his eyes and he slept.

Notes: Fun fact, this is actually my second SEVENTEEN fanfic I wrote. I just never got around to posting it... anyways, nearly a year later, here it is!

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

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𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [29] friendly bonding

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