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studioeisa · 1 month ago

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a lesson in begging 🚇 soonyoung x reader x jihoon.

jihoon learns the art of saying 'please', courtesy of his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.

★ word count: 3.7k ★ genre/warnings: 18+ content. smut with 🤏 pinch of plot; jihoon-centric after the intro. established relationship (soonyoung x reader), mentions of female anatomy, pet names (s: ‘baby’, ‘goddess’, ‘good boy’). exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, so much begging, both soonyoung and jihoon are kind of pathetic [lovingly] in this one. ★ footnotes: once again, when your biases release a song single album, you write the goddamn smut (2). shoutout to urbano latino & reggaeton music for getting me through this, and to @gyubakeries, @gotta-winwin & @diamonddaze01 for the hand-holding.

Soonyoung likes to think he’s a pretty generous guy.

He’s never selfish about what he has. He shares when he can to anyone who asks. You, in particular, never have time to want anything; your darling boyfriend is attune to anything your heart might ever desire.

And if that just so happens to be his best friend Jihoon? Well, like we’ve established: Soonyoung is always going to give.

You hadn’t really been discreet about it. You’d been guilty, maybe, but you were a language that Soonyoung was fluent in. He saw the way you’d watch Jihoon while the latter worked out, saw the way your face would light up when you’d hear the other man was coming over for one reason or another.

A normal boyfriend would have been alarmed, might have thrown a fit. But Soonyoung was never normal to begin with.

And— he never admitted this to you, did he?— he’d rather it be Jihoon than anyone else, anyway.

You’re mortified when Soonyoung first brings it up. You’re ready to apologize for thinking Jihoon is sex on legs, but then Soonyoung makes his proposition.

“I promised I’d give you everything, baby.” His voice is sweet and earnest. There’s no hint of maliciousness in it; he’s not using this as leverage. “Let me get you this, too.”

That’s another thing about Soonyoung: It’s always been so hard to say ‘no’ to him.

Jihoon is convinced this is some form of elaborate prank.

The words that just came out of Soonyoung’s mouth have yet to register to him. After ‘not a threesome’ a couple of sentences ago, Jihoon just kind of blanked out.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed you share with Soonyoung. You look pretty, Jihoon thinks, but then he corrects himself. You’re always pretty.

Crap. That’s what got him in this situation, isn’t it?

Jihoon takes a steadying breath when he realizes that you and Soonyoung are waiting for a response. “I’m sorry,” says Jihoon, keeping his voice as even as possible, “but what the actual fuck?”

Soonyoung snickers. You look a little less amused. You elbow your boyfriend, a look of mild horror crossing your expression.

“You didn’t warn him before inviting him over?” you seethe.

Soonyoung rubs the side you’d hit. “I thought we could all talk about it together,” he shoots back. “You know, like a proper discussion.”

“A discussion,” Jihoon echoes. He’s not sure if it’s you or him that’s going to throttle Soonyoung first.

Jihoon’s mental list of how he intends to physically harm Soonyoung comes to a temporary pause. You’re looking at Jihoon, now, with an expression that’s almost apologetic. It makes something seize up in the man’s chest.

“I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation,” you say. “I just thought…”

You trail off, and it’s the cruelest cliffhanger Jihoon has ever witnessed. “Thought what?” he prompts, shoving his hands in his pockets. That way, you wouldn’t have to see how he’s started shaking.

Soonyoung finishes what you started. “We thought you wanted this.”

As if to explain what this was, Soonyoung reaches over from behind you and places his hand on your thigh. Jihoon’s eyes flick to the movement, but he looks away just as quickly.

Soonyoung gives your thigh a light, reassuring squeeze. His eyes never leave Jihoon’s face. There’s a bit of a challenge, a hint of something serious. Like Soonyoung is daring Jihoon to deny his wants, deny this, deny you.

You— looking criminally lovely, watching Jihoon with caution and concern. There’s an undercurrent of distress in your expression, mixing with the annoyance at Soonyoung’s lack of tact.

Jihoon swallows around the lump in his throat. He says something. It’s barely above a whisper.

“Pardon?” you call out.

To hell with it, Jihoon thinks. To hell with it all.

He tries again, pitching his voice a little louder. “I do,” he says, wavering a bit on the words, “want this.”

Want you, he had meant to say, but he chickened out at the last moment. It doesn’t matter. You and Soonyoung hear it anyway, and both your expressions shift into something more pleasant. Soonyoung looks smug. You, reassured.

The room suddenly feels a lot warmer. There’s still considerable distance between Jihoon and the two of you. It’s the only thing keeping him sane, really.

“That’s good.” The sheer relief in your tone could drive Jihoon crazy. You go on, “I would have hated to misread.”

Misread which part, Jihoon wonders. The way his eyes always lingered a little too long on the hems of your shorts and skirts? The way all his sharp edges would soften when it came to you?

Jihoon wants you, has wanted you for months. He had convinced himself that he was The World’s Worst Best Friend Ever, even. But Soonyoung is now looking at Jihoon like the latter is the opposite of that. The World’s Best Best Friend Ever— for agreeing to please you.

This arrangement would undoubtedly have consequences, even if it were a one-time thing. Jihoon can’t bring himself to care, though. He’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He closes the distance, reveling in the tension that crackles with each step. You tilt your head back ever so slightly in a bid to never break eye contact with Jihoon.

“You didn’t misread,” Jihoon says quietly. “I— you’re pretty.”

He had hoped to soften the blow with I think, but why deny himself of the plain and simple truth? You’re so soft as you look up at Jihoon, the gratitude written all over your face. The tender moment is short-lived, though, because Soonyoung inevitably butts in.

“Just pretty?” Your boyfriend sounds offended on your behalf. “Is that all you’ve got, Jihoon?”

“Soonyoung,” you chide, but the older man barrels on.

“Pretty isn’t enough,” Soonyoung insists. His hand slides up your thigh, tugging your dress up a little higher. This time, Jihoon lets himself watch, lets himself appreciate your skin as it’s revealed to him. “Do better, Jihoon.”

“What might you suggest?” Jihoon asks, unable to look away from the hint of red lace underneath your dress.

Soonyoung hums lowly. He leans forward, his teeth catching at your earlobe as he keeps your back pressed firmly against his chest.

“Ethereal,” Soonyoung whispers reverently. “Gorgeous.”

There wasn’t a doubt in Jihoon’s mind that Soonyoung adored you, practically worshipped the ground you worked on. This made the whole situation even more surreal, but Jihoon can’t look away— at how your eyes flutter close, how your breath hitches ever so slightly.

You’re so damn responsive. Jihoon’s heart thunders in his chest. He can’t imagine how this will end, and it hasn’t even begun.

“Baby,” you say, and Soonyoung quits his teasing.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and fixes his gaze on Jihoon. “If you want something,” Soonyoung drawls, “you’re going to have to beg for it.”

For the first time that night, Jihoon’s facade of calculated calmness crumples. Beg for it? Jihoon wasn’t about to beg Soonyoung for a thing. Soonyoung was the one calling in for a favor, technically. As badly as Jihoon wants you, he can’t imagine himself ever being on his knees for Soonyoung. For anything.

Soonyoung notices Jihoon’s agitation. The blonde’s face breaks out into a shit-eating grin, the kind that promises trouble for days.

“Like this,” Soonyoung chirps, and then he pulls the rug underneath Jihoon’s feet.

Soonyoung shifts on the bed, moving around until he’s at your side instead of cradling you from behind. He presses his knees into the mattress and he wrings his hands together, his face tilted towards yours.

“Please,” Soonyoung tells you sweetly. “Please, please, baby?”

Jihoon’s brain short-circuits. He barely has time to think holy shit before Soonyoung ups his act, showering you with compliments about how perfect you are, about how badly he needs— needs, not wants— you.

You smile a bit before putting Soonyoung out of his misery. It’s not the first time Jihoon has seen the two of you make out, but it’s the first time that you open your eyes mid-kiss to glance at Jihoon, as if checking to see if he’s still watching.

Soonyoung isn’t dealing the cards tonight. You are.

Noted, Jihoon thinks, as he watches you lick into Soonyoung’s mouth. Your boyfriend lets out a sound between a guttural moan and a happy hum. He pulls away a moment later, his grin dopey and his gaze unfocused.

“Good boys get rewarded,” Soonyoung tells Jihoon matter-of-factly.

Jihoon winces. God, he’d rather die than be called a ‘good boy’ by Kwon Soonyoung, of all people. Jihoon is mentally weighing the pros and cons of this whole situation when Soonyoung shuffles backward, leaning against the headboard. Now, it’s just you and Jihoon at the foot of the bed.

He doesn’t know what he should do. Sit? Kiss you senseless? Soonyoung answers for him—

“Beg, Jihoon.” Soonyoung’s tone brooks no argument. “Tell my girlfriend what you want from her.”

You look expectant. Jihoon hadn’t noticed that earlier. So much of you was unassuming, from your perceived shyness to your sundress hiding the red lingerie that was undoubtedly hugging all your curves right. The thought of it makes the front of Jihoon’s jeans feel a lot tighter.

He clears his throat. He got this far; he might as well. And nobody outside this room would have to know, right?

“Please,” Jihoon mumbles.

He expects Soonyoung to speak up, so he’s a bit thrown when you’re the one who goes for the jab. “What was that?” you ask, and it would be innocent if it weren’t for the hint of a smirk on your lips.

Jihoon inwardly prays for the ground to swallow him whole. When that doesn’t happen, he instead grits out his next words.

“Please,” he says through his teeth. “May I kiss you?”

It’s a piss poor attempt, but you’re nothing if not benevolent. Your fingers close around the front of Jihoon’s shirt and you tug him downward.

He nearly stumbles when he feels your mouth against him. Jihoon isn’t sure if he can touch, whether he can even manage, so he ends up grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath you as you give him what he asked for.

You kiss him so sweetly. It’s a dangerous thing, one that Jihoon fears he could grow addicted to if he wasn’t careful. Your tongue traces Jihoon’s bottom lip as if testing the waters, and he fights the urge to grab you by the waist and show you exactly how that makes him feel.

The kiss breaks with the two of you gasping for air. Jihoon doesn’t know when he leaned further into your personal space, but he can feel your heaving chest against his own and it’s maddening.

Jihoon had been so lost in the moment he’d forgotten Soonyoung was there, even. The latter pipes up, acutely aware that the kiss hadn’t been enough. That you’d pulled away too soon, leaving Jihoon in absolute shambles.

“If you want more,” Soonyoung says, “you’re going to have to beg harder, Jihoon.”

This is either the best or the worst thing that has ever happened to Jihoon. He’ll decide later, he thinks to himself, as his hands finally find purchase at your hips.

Miraculously, Jihoon finds his voice. “Let me taste you.” Every moment in this room is chipping away at his pride, if the way he whines out the next word is any indication.

“Please,” Jihoon says desperately, despairingly.

It was the very first thing Jihoon remembered learning as a child. Say please, he had been taught. It’s the polite thing to do. It shows you have good manners.

There’s nothing polite about the way Jihoon finds himself in between your thighs. There’s nothing good-mannered about the moans he tears out of you, about the way your fingers tug at his hair in a way that’s almost painful.

You’re on your back, your head in Soonyoung’s lap as Jihoon works on you like a man starved. Your dress is pushed up your chest; Soonyoung could take the opportunity to play with your breasts. Instead, he keeps your hair out of your face and lovingly gazes at you as you thrash underneath Jihoon’s assault.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?” Soonyoung coos.

Your response— something between yes and fuck you— breaks off into a keening whine when Jihoon doubles his efforts. He diligently laps up the slick of your sopping cunt before introducing his fingers; the two digits slide in with little to no resistance, and he rewards you by sucking on your clit.

“Jihoon,” you cry out, your back arching off the bed. “Oh my God, Ji— hng— where did you—?”

“Learn all that?” Soonyoung interjects. You’re too preoccupied to care about your boyfriend interrupting, too focused on Jihoon who has started crooking his fingers. “You know what they say, baby. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”

Jihoon isn’t about to try and contest Soonyoung, not when you’re writhing so beautifully underneath his mouth. It’s borderline painful, the way Jihoon is grasping your hip like his life depends on it.

An obscene slurp and the tease of another finger is all it takes to have you falling over the edge. Jihoon slows his ministrations, enjoying the feel of you tightening around his fingers.

He pulls away as you come back down to earth. The entire lower half of his face glistens with your slick. Jihoon is obnoxious enough to dart his tongue around his mouth and smack his lips, as if trying to taste as much of you as possible.

Soonyoung cackles. He’s enjoying this far more than he probably should. You can tell, though; there’s a tent in your boyfriend’s sweatpants, his clothed hardness pressing against your cheek.

You nuzzle closer to it, a wordless whine escaping you. Soonyoung gets the message.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, guiding you further up the mattress. As he helps you out of your dress, Jihoon situates himself a bit better at the foot of the bed.

He’s in desperate need of friction himself. Absent-mindedly, he palms himself over his jeans, watching as Soonyoung guides you to get on all fours.

Soonyoung’s clothes join yours on the floor. It isn’t the first time that Jihoon has seen Soonyoung’s cock— a story for another time— but there’s still a moment where the younger man is jolted. Having experienced, now, just how tight you are, Jihoon can’t even fathom how Soonyoung can fit inside you.

If either of you notice Jihoon’s attempts to relieve himself, you’re both graceful enough to not comment on it. Soonyoung focuses on bracing himself behind you, one hand resting at your waist while the other gives his cock a couple of leisurely pumps.

You’re already primed to be fucked, but Soonyoung is taking his time. No, Jihoon realizes.

Soonyoung is putting on a show.

There’s a lazy smirk on Soonyoung’s face when he locks eyes with Jihoon. For a moment, Jihoon is tempted to stop touching himself, but it’s like he physically can’t stop himself. Meanwhile, Soonyoung is busying himself with rubbing the length of his cock against the curve of your ass— giving you time to recover from your orgasm while also making Jihoon suffer.

“Wanna fuck my girlfriend, Jihoon?” Soonyoung taunts. “Want her greedy cunt around your cock, hm?”

You let out a low hiss of warning as Jihoon bites back a moan. Soonyoung reels in his bravado, sliding his hand up to entangle his fingers in your hair.

“Sorry, baby,” he says soothingly. “Didn’t mean to talk about you like that.”

Soonyoung pushes your hair over your shoulder so he has better access to your back. He places a couple of kisses across your shoulder blades before glancing back up at Jihoon, the earlier mischievousness considerably dialed down now.

“You know what you have to do,” Soonyoung tells Jihoon. “She’s in charge. Ask.”

The remnants of Jihoon’s shredded pride hold him back. To ask for a kiss, to ask to eat you out— what the hell, sure. To ask if he can fuck you into next week?

Jihoon squeezes himself through his pants, his gaze fixated on the way you’re looking up at him with dazed anticipation. He almost salivates at the thought of your soft, warm walls trying to accommodate him.

Alas, his blasted pride. Jihoon opens his mouth then promptly clamps it close, unable to bring himself for this.

Soonyoung lets out a low ‘tch’ of disapproval. “Suit yourself,” he huffs.

Like a switch that had been flipped, Soonyoung now focuses all his attention on you. “Goddess,” your boyfriend says against your skin, his tone so loving that Jihoon feels like he’s intruding. “Can I make you feel good? Make you finish a second time tonight?”

You give a jerky nod, canting your hips backward until Soonyoung is lined up with you. “Yes, baby,” you whimper, keeping your eyes on Jihoon despite the fact you’re seeking out Soonyoung. “Want you inside me right now.”

“I know, I know,” Soonyoung groans like your words have brought him pain, like it physically hurts him to hear you plead for anything. “I’ll give, baby. I’ll give.”

Soonyoung slides home, benefiting from the slickness of your first orgasm. The two of you let out twin moans. It takes everything in Jihoon not to come on the spot.

Jihoon never thought he’d been into this. He’s frozen, incapable of moving or looking away, as Soonyoung plows into you with practiced thrusts. Your fingers twist into the sheets below you and you struggle to keep your head up, your eyes open.

Your gaze is half-lidded as you watch Jihoon’s slack-jawed expression. It has you fluttering around Soonyoung, who squeezes the flesh of your ass in retaliation.

“Shit.” Your boyfriend picks up his relentless pace, his free hand carefully pressing between your shoulder blades. You sink a little further into the mattress and Soonyoung takes advantage of it, driving himself deeper into you.

“You like having an audience, baby?” Soonyoung breathes.

Somehow, you manage to nod. Jihoon’s fingers close a little tighter around the outline of his jeans and, slowly, tentatively, he goes back to rubbing himself through the rough material. It’s equal parts painful and pleasurable but he figures it’s what he deserves for getting off to his best friend’s girlfriend.

“Tell me what he looks like,” Soonyoung urges, his hands tangling into your hair again. He clutches at your roots and pulls your head back enough so that you have a better view of Jihoon. “Describe it for me, please.”

Soonyoung is always so polite and tender when it comes to you. Jihoon gets you, now; he really does. That doesn’t help the way his dick twitches when he sees the blissed out look on your face, like being stuffed with Soonyoung’s cock had somehow fucked all the thoughts out of your head.

Jihoon must not be looking any better than you, because there’s a ghost of a smile on your face as you fulfill your boyfriend’s request. “He looks desperate,” you mewl, your fingers flexing around the crumpled sheets underneath you. “Looks like he needs something, baby.”

Soonyoung chuckles. “And what does he need?”

“Dunno.” You roll your hips to meet one of Soonyoung’s thrusts, drawing a heated cuss from the man. “He isn’t asking.”

A muscle in Jihoon’s jaw ticks. Oh, this was a different kind of torture. He has half the mind to pull his pants down and shove his dick in your mouth to shut—

“Be nice, baby,” Soonyoung warns, “or else I won’t let you finish.”

It’s an empty threat. Even Jihoon knows that much. You have Soonyoung wrapped around your little finger, and your boyfriend will go to the ends of the world to please you.

Still, you play along. You attempt to apologize, but the word breaks off when Soonyoung slides his fingers over to your clit. His thrusts are uncoordinated with the circles he draws over the sensitive nub, but you don’t seem to mind.

Your eyes are watery from the onslaught of sensations, your legs are shaky, and your lips are parted in a perpetual gasp. Jihoon thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

A sound finally escapes him. It’s a quiet thing— barely a moan— but Soonyoung catches it anyway.

“You’re already on your knees,” Soonyoung tells you quietly, conspiratorially. “How about you show Jihoon how we ask in this relationship, hm?”

It’s so quick, so sudden. Jihoon barely has time to catch on and prepare himself before you’re surging forward, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. You replace his hand with your lips, mouthing his hardness over his jeans.

You’re just as sloppy as Soonyoung. There’s no method to the way you clamp your lips over Jihoon’s clothed cock. It’s all drool, a hint of teeth. A crude imitation of what it’d be like if you actually took him in your mouth.

And Jihoon— he’s surprised he’s still breathing, actually. His hands find purchase at your shoulders, torn between pushing you off and keeping you in place. He settles for the latter, his eyes blown wide as he watches you give him this perverse blowjob.

“Fuck,” Jihoon rasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—”

You look up at him then. It’s not your eyes that does him over. Not your sweat-slicked forehead or your flushed cheeks. No, it’s the way you pull away ever so briefly, your entire body rocking as Soonyoung continues to pummel into you.

Your breath is warm over Jihoon’s crotch as you whine a single word.

“Please?”

He doesn’t even know what you’re asking for. Regardless, he busts his load with a pained grunt. It’s uncomfortable to come undone in his boxers, with his pants still on, but he can’t help himself.

Soonyoung follows not long after, emptying his load into you. He hisses as he finishes, his own climax bringing you to your second high.

You slump forward, your mouth instinctively latching back onto Jihoon’s waning hardness. He’s so sensitive, but he makes no effort to pull you away from his front. Soonyoung doesn’t seem keen on moving yet either, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hips.

“See?” Soonyoung says, his voice wrecked but his grin as annoyingly smug as ever. “Good boy, Jihoon.”

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miumiaoomyzi · 4 days ago

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pov: hoshi has a (MASSIVE) crush on you

content,

#OO1: headcanons, fluff, 1 hc is slightly suggestive

— soonyoung doesnt know why his friends are telling him to go seek therapy because of his unhealthy obsession of you. "oh c'mon guys.. it's just a small crush!" he waves it off like nothing as if he doesnt stalk your social media pages in a daily basis.

— honestly atp you just pretend you don't see him trying to impress you every single day you're into his radius. "oh yeah i do taekwondo." LOUD AND PROUD. "cats? oh i looove them!" the truth is he thinks tigers are better.

— has an account dedicated to reposting videos about his crush on you. "me looking at my hallway cru-" reposted! next video.

— genuinely gets turned on when you do something extremely smart. answered a hard question? the moment you do that suddenly the question isn't the only one hard in the room.

— likes your ig stories in his secret account. honestly you don't even know why you're friends with that account. you even tried messaging the account only to be replied with dead silence.

— you reposted a video stating, "me when blonde men" and suddenly the next day he has his hair dyed blonde. you were genuinely just staring at him in confusion and he thought you were falling inlove.

— he loves staring at you. a day cannot pass if he doesn't stare at you for atleast a milisecond.

— he refuses to call himself a stalker even if he plans out on how you're going to meet him. on one random tuesday, out of absolutely anyone in your class, you see him in your favorite convenience store browsing around the shelves.

— you were confused and almost immediately, his head turned to you, smile in his face as he nods in a nonchalant way before going back to viewing snacks. this happened for a whole month and is STILL happening.

— secretly wants you and him to be the class' representative couple. actually, scratch that, CAMPUS' representative couple.

— talks about your interests even if he has no clue on what it's about. "oh hometown cha-cha-cha? i've watched that kdrama before." even if no one asked he'd just blurt things out like that when you're near him. casually, you'd glance at the mentioned name and he'd think it's a success.

— cannot approach you physically cuz he's extremely shy. instead, he interacts with other girls as a coping method. you genuinely think it's weird how he's bothering the girls beside your seat both left and right while you're just. there i guess.

— constantly looks for you in a crowd. campus event? fuck that, he just wants to nibble on his eye candy.

— he just wants you so bad and wishes you'd give him a chance. :( truth is you are but he's too shy to admit his feelings.

#[米兹].🍀https//:myzi.fart #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #seventeen imagines #headcanon

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starsewl · 2 days ago

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Be Your Comfort Person

pairing: idol!Hoshi x fem!reader warnings: idol au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend hoshi, reader is lowkey tsundere summary: just you trying to give comfort to hoshi who's having a bad day word count: 1.2k

"Ya! Kwon Soonyoung! Did you forget your umbrella again?" you called out as Hoshi walked through the door, his hair dripping from the rain. You tossed a towel at him from across the room, hitting him squarely in the chest.

He caught it with a tired smile. "I was in a hurry."

"You're always in a hurry," you replied with a roll of your eyes, but you were already moving to the kitchen. "I made ramyeon. The spicy kind you like."

Hoshi's face lit up slightly as he dried his hair. "You didn't have to."

"Well, I was hungry too," you shrugged, trying to sound casual despite having specifically gone out to buy his favorite brand after he texted that practice had run late. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

You placed the steaming bowl on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch, patting the space beside you. "Sit. Eat. You look like you're about to collapse."

Hoshi sank down next to you with a grateful sigh. "Practice was rough today. Nothing felt right." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognized as his way of processing frustration.

"Mmm," you hummed noncommittally, flicking through TV channels. But your eyes slid to him, noting the slump in his shoulders, the way his movements lacked their usual tiger-like energy. Without making a fuss, you shifted closer until your shoulders touched.

"Want to talk about it?" you asked casually, eyes still on the TV.

"Not really," he said, slurping his noodles.

"Good, because this show is getting interesting," you replied, but your hand found its way to the back of his neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there.

Hoshi leaned into your touch almost unconsciously. "You're not even watching it," he pointed out, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Shut up and eat your ramyeon before it gets cold," you retorted, but there was no bite to your words.

Your fingers continued working out the knots in his neck, and you could feel him gradually relaxing. When he finished eating, you took the bowl without a word and placed it on the coffee table. Then you tugged at his arm.

"Come on, tiger boy. Bed time for exhausted idols."

"It's only 10 PM," he protested weakly.

"And you've been up since 5 AM," you countered, already pulling him toward the bedroom. "I know your schedule, remember?"

In the bedroom, you pushed him gently onto the bed. "Lie down before you fall down."

Hoshi complied, watching with sleepy eyes as you bustled around, closing the curtains against the rain and turning on the small bedside lamp. "You're bossy tonight," he commented.

"I'm bossy every night. You're just too tired to fight back," you replied with a smirk, climbing onto the bed beside him. Without asking, you pulled his head to rest on your chest and began running your fingers through his still-damp hair.

"Mmm you're so comfortable my favourite pillow," he murmured, snuggling closer. "And you smell nice."

"Well, one of us has to," you shot back, but you couldn't stop the fond smile that formed on your lips when he wasn't looking.

You continued stroking his hair, feeling the tension slowly leave his body as your fingers traced patterns along his scalp.

"I always have to be Hoshi the performer," he whispered after a while. "The one with all the energy. The one who makes everyone smile."

"Not with me," you answered. "With me, you can just be Kwon Soonyoung."

He turned slightly, looking up at you with those starry eyes that had earned him his stage name. "Thank you," he said simply.

The rain tapped against the windows as you both settled into comfortable silence. Hoshi's breathing began to even out, the tension from the day melting away under your touch.

"Did Seungkwan mess up the formation again?" you asked after a while, keeping your tone light.

Hoshi chuckled softly against your chest. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," you said, though you'd seen the frustrated messages in the group chat earlier. "He'll get it eventually."

"I know…" Hoshi sighed. "I just feel responsible when things don't go right."

"That's because you care too much," you said, flicking his forehead gently. "It's annoying how seriously you take everything." The words were teasing, but your touch remained tender, your hand now rubbing slow circles on his back.

"Someone has to," he mumbled, his eyes closing under your ministrations.

You reached for your phone with your free hand, scrolling through social media while continuing to hold him. A new video caught your attention-a fancam of one of members performing their latest choreography. You tapped on it, watching with interest. You felt Hoshi stir against you. His eyes blinked open, focusing on your screen.

"Really? Mingyu's fancam?" he asked, a hint of a pout in his voice.

"What? He did well in this part," you said innocently, though you couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

"I choreographed that part," Hoshi grumbled, reaching to take your phone. "And you're watching him do it while I'm right here."

You pulled your phone just out of his reach. "Jealous, tiger?"

"No," he denied too quickly, then buried his face against your chest. "Maybe a little. I'm tired and want your attention."

"You're such a baby," you laughed, but you put your phone on the nightstand and wrapped both arms around him. "Better?"

"Much better," he sighed, melting into your embrace. "You're playing hard to get with the affection tonight."

"Am not," you protested, even as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm just not as cheesy as you."

"Liar," he murmured, his voice already heavy with approaching sleep. "You bought my favorite ramyeon and you've been playing with my hair for half an hour."

"Coincidence," you insisted though your cheeks warmed slightly at being caught. "Your hair was messy. I was fixing it."

Hoshi smiled against your chest, too tired to argue further. "Sure, whatever you say." His arm tightened around your waist as he nestled closer. "But just so you know, I like that you pretend not to care. Makes it special when you do."

"Go to sleep, Soonyoung," you whispered, your tough facade softening as you felt his breathing slow. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" he asked, his voice small and vulnerable in a way only you ever got to hear.

"Yeah," you said simply, your actions speaking louder than words as you continued to stroke his hair. "I promise."

"Pat pat," he mumbled sleepily after a while, a childlike request that made your heart swell.

You smiled, dutifully patting his head with gentle affection. As sleep claimed him, you allowed yourself a moment of unguarded tenderness, watching the rise and fall of his chest. "Sweet dreams my love," you whispered, knowing he couldn't hear you.

The rain continued its gentle rhythm outside as you felt yourself drifting off too, surrounded by the comforting weight and warmth of him. For all your teasing and pretend indifference, there was nowhere else you'd rather be than holding him close, being the safe harbor where your tiger could rest.

In the quiet of the night, with no one to witness, you held him just a little tighter, silently admitting what you found so hard to say when he was awake-that in his arms, you had found home too.

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cheolieji · 1 day ago

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Can I request a 14th member one where she and jun are dating in secret and the other members don’t know. Then like one day they slip up and Jun kisses her or something

oopsie daisie? - wen junhui

wc: 1,057

Idol au

pairing: 14th member!reader x idol!Jun

genre: fluff, comedy

14th member fic (feat.svt)[don't like, don't read]

guide for requesting on my page check [17] (pink highlighted) for my yes and no's

It had been seven months since you and Jun started dating.

Seven months of sneaking glances during dance practice, staying behind after rehearsals just to walk home together, and whispering “I love you” through voice memos. Being the only girl in SEVENTEEN as the 14th member was complicated enough. Dating someone in the group? Definitely not in the plan.

But it just happened. Naturally. Quietly. Secretly.

That morning, you and Jun were both getting ready to leave for separate schedules. He had a solo shoot, and you were off to vocal lessons. The dorm was filled with half-asleep members shuffling around, still in pajamas or clutching cups of coffee.

You stood by the door, checking your phone to see if your ride had arrived. Jun walked over, rubbing his eyes, and gave you a sleepy smile.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” you said in a low voice, trying to stay subtle.

He nodded and stepped in close. It was automatic at this point, a habit you both formed without thinking.

Jun kissed you. A soft, natural kiss right on the lips.

Then silence.

The kind of silence that only happens when something big has just happened.

Jun froze. You did too.

Mingyu stopped mid-bite, holding his cereal spoon in the air. “Wait.”

Jihoon stared. “Was that what I think it was?”

Joshua blinked. “Did Jun just kiss Y/N?”

Seungkwan practically yelled, “Did you guys just kiss? On the mouth?”

Jun backed away slightly, his eyes wide. “Oh no.”

You felt your stomach drop. “Jun…”

“I forgot,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t thinking.”

The room was dead quiet for a few seconds. Then everyone started talking at once.

Seokmin squinted at you both. “How long has this been going on?”

Jun hesitated, then answered. “Seven months.”

“Seven months?” Chan’s voice cracked as he stood up. “You’ve been hiding this for seven whole months?”

The room filled with voices. Questions. Reactions. A few shocked faces and a lot of confusion.

Then Cheol stepped in. “Okay, everyone chill.”

Everyone turned to him. He looked at you and Jun seriously.

“Are you two serious about each other?”

“Yes,” you both said in unison.

He exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair. “You know how risky this is, right? For the group, for you both, for everything we’ve built.”

You nodded. “That’s why we kept it quiet. But it’s real.”

For a second, no one spoke.

Then Jun shrugged his shoulders, gave a sheepish smile, and said, “Oopsie daisie?”

The room was silent again — then half of them groaned at once.

“Hyung, seriously?” Chan muttered, facepalming.

“That's your explanation?” Jihoon said, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I panicked,” Jun mumbled with a shrug, still grinning.

Soonyoung muttered, “Well, at least it wasn’t Mingyu.”

“Excuse me?” Mingyu looked genuinely offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying,” Soonyoung said, smirking.

Vernon shrugged. “Honestly, I saw this coming. The way Jun looks at her is suspicious.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “As long as no one gets hurt, I don’t really care.”

That seemed to settle the energy in the room. People started returning to their breakfasts or getting ready to leave. The tension eased a little.

Jun reached for your hand slowly. You looked at him, then took it without hesitation.

This time, no one said a word.

The secret was out. And it wasn’t the end of the world after all.

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hannieehaee · 10 months ago

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MAIN THING

18+ / mdi

summary: after years of insistence from soonyoung, he finally convinces resident social butterfly seungkwan to introduce him to his unrequited crush; a fellow idol at hybe who he has not been able to take his eyes off since moving to the company.

content: idol!hoshi x idol!reader, simp!hoshi, he's down horribly bad, seungkwan is fed up with hoshi, afab reader, smut, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 11k

a/n: finally wrote a long hoshi fic everyone cheer

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"Just introduce me to her. Please," whined Soonyoung for the nth time that week.

"I already said no! Just go talk to her yourself like a normal person," rebutted Seungkwan, attempting but failing at disregarding his insistent friend.

"He can't do that. Last time they made eye contact he ran to hide behind Mingyu," snickered Jeonghan, invested in this conversation whenever it was brought up.

"I just need you to get the ball rolling. Please, Kwan-ah," he pleaded as he got up in Seungkwan's personal space – a thing everyone knew not to do.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed, "She already knows who you are, you know. There's no need to introduce you," he muttered under his breath.

"Wait, what. She does? Like knows knows me? Or just knows of Hoshi of Seventeen?", his eyes widened in shock, grabbing onto Seungkwan's shoulders to get his full attention.

"She knows Kwon Soonyoung, dumbass. She's one of my closest friends, why wouldn't she know of you?", he grumbled, attempting to shake off his friend.

Soonyoung sighed at the short-lived hope he had of you having maybe taken an interest to him and brought him up in conversation with Seungkwan, just to have confirmation (yet again) of you simply knowing him as Seungkwan's groupmate.

It had been two, no, three years since Soonyoung had first developed a special interest in you. Thinking back to when Pledis was first acquired by Hybe, Soonyoung still remembered the first time he saw you in person very vividly.

Instantly, he developed a crush on you from the very first glance, only falling further any time you'd cross paths in the building.

He had known of your existence before that, of course, but had never truly acknowledged his obvious crush on you until he first met you in person.

Unfortunately for Soonyoung, he was far too shy and introverted to ever actually engage in conversation with you, much less slide his way into your life the way Seungkwan so easily had – Seungkwan, who had become one of your closest friends. On the contrary, Soonyoung would actively go out of his way to avoid you, never even so much as making eye contact whenever Seungkwan would bring you around.

It was easy for him to become the mockery of the members due to this. Leave it to him to have his years-long crush become best friends with one of his best friends, leading him to your constant, nerve-wracking proximity.

At some point he decided that maybe he should break out of his shell – the shell he had created specifically to shield himself from his feelings for you. He decided that instead of avoiding you, he'd do the next best thing ... which was to ask Seungkwan to officially re-introduce you to each other.

You were blissfully unaware of Soonyoung's crush, he knew that much. Did you know of his existence? Barely, as you'd only interacted a handful of times, with those always being brief and impersonal interactions. This gave Soonyoung the perfect opportunity to start brand new with you. Except he'd need the help of his most extroverted friend, who just so happened to be your best friend.

After begging Seungkwan to please work his social butterfly magic on him, he found himself unsuccessful. Seungkwan would merely scoff and tell him to grow up, leading Soonyoung to be mocked by one of the other eleven members, and then the cycle would repeat. Currently, it was Jeonghan's turn to snicker at Soonyoung's misery, it seemed.

Taking note of Soonyoung's pouty lips and saddened demeanor, Jeonghan took pity on him and clapped his hands decisively before speaking up again.

"Okay, how about you let Hoshining here take your place in doing the TikTok challenge for maestro with Y/N? If they hit it off, then you've done your due diligence, and if not, Soonie can just go get fucked. Everybody wins," he suggested as he shrugged at Seungkwan.

Soonyoung lit up at this, choosing to completely disregard the last two sentences of his suggestion. This was more than enough for him to get the ball rolling.

Immediately joining in on the plan, he turned to Seungkwan once more, ready to beg again.

"Don't say anything," Seungkwan shushed him with a lift of his finger, opposite hand now digging into his temple in what Soonyoung hoped to simply be exaggerated annoyance, "I'll do it, just, please grant me twenty minutes of silence," he pleaded.

That worked well enough for Soonyoung.

"Okay, fuck, I don't think I can do this."

"Are you fucking kidding me?", Seungkwan practically growled.

"What he means is that he's a little nervous. Right, Soonie?," Jeonghan tried to alleviate, standing behind Hoshi and rubbing his shoulders in an attempt to soothe him.

"You've been begging for this for weeks. I already told Y/N you'd be meeting her at her group's floor. You're doing this," huffed Seungkwan, not truly angry but just easily riled up by his friend's needless anxieties.

"I know! I'll do it, just- I need to hype myself up for it," he took a deep breath.

"C'mon, Soonie. You look great, all you have to do is go up to her and impress her with your dancing. Your natural chemistry will do the rest," reassured Joshua, who had been let in on the situation by Jeonghan just a few days prior.

Although most of the members were well aware of Soonyoung's embarrassing crush on you, not all of them truly took an interest. Jeonghan and Joshua seemed to want to keep informed simply for entertainment purposes. Soonyoung didn't care as long as they helped ease his nerves somehow. He needed all the support he could get as he attempted to calm himself down enough to go face the love of his life (How he got to that conclusion, he was unsure, but the label felt right at the moment).

After about twenty more minutes of annoyed groans from Seungkwan and occasional breakdowns from Soonyoung, the four boys finally made their way to your floor, with Soonyoung's members joining in just for emotional support, or maybe to mock his nerves from afar.

Spotting you as you leaned against the wall next to your practice room, Soonyoung gulped, blinking rapidly to make sure the sight was correct. You weren't even wearing anything out of the ordinary, yet Soonyoung was enamored by how pretty you looked in your usual rehearsal attire. He could picture you lounging around his house in a similarly comfortable outfit, maybe waking up early to make breakfast as he came up to you and pressed up against you, breathing in your shampoo and-

"Soonyoung! Go!," whisper-yelled Seungkwan after a few moments of Soonyoung freezing in the hallway, letting his imagination take over for too long.

"C'mon, go say hi, Soonie," said Hannie, seemingly sincere in his encouragement.

You hadn't spotted him yet, seeing as they had barely entered the long hallway and you were standing on the opposite end. However, just a few steps and the sound of his footsteps would likely catch your attention. The thought made him sweat. Despite having briefly interacted with you before, he just couldn't imagine a one-on-one with you. He knew for a fact that he'd crash and burn the moment you shared a smile with him.

It was too late now, though. He was already moving towards you, creating a distance between him and his members while decreasing the distance between you and him. That was when you heard him coming, turning to face him and immediately offering him a smile, waving him over to you.

It was obvious to Soonyoung how you and Seungkwan had become friends so easily. You were both so friendly and outgoing, welcoming anyone who'd come your way.

"Hey, Soonyoung-Ssi. I was waiting for you," you smiled, meeting him halfway through the hallway.

With an awkward smile, he gave you a light bow, which you returned. His hand went up to rub at the back of his neck right after, an easy tell of his nerves, "Hah, sorry for keeping you waiting, I, uh, just lost track of time."

That was believable enough. He was known to lose track of things quite often. Sometimes even getting lost himself. However, he did not want to give a bad impression, so he felt slightly bad despite your demeanor not expressing any disappointment.

"That's fine, don't worry about it," you reassured him before peaking behind him into the length of the hallway, "Uh, why are your members crowding by the elevator?", you chuckled.

Fuck, were they still back there? They were supposed to drop him off and leave right after.

"Oh, they're just-"

"Hey, Kwannie! Guys! Come over here!", you called out to them in your usual friendly demeanor, turning back to face him afterwards, "The fans would love it if we all do it together," you smiled at him, clearly unaware that Soonyoung had meant to get you alone.

And that's how his plan got ruined within less than a minute of alone time with you.

"Oh, uh, yeah, for sure," he mustered a smile at you – which was mostly genuine, as he couldn't help himself in smiling when you were so likable.

The guys looked thrown off by you calling them over, but followed through with your direction regardless. In only a few moments you were all inside your group's designated practice room as you propped up the staff-assigned phone and turned on the speakers in order to learn the short dance.

"So, who wants to help me with the dance?", you asked.

"I, uh-"

"Hoshi's an amazing teacher. He can show it to you!", interrupted Jeonghan before Soonyoung could stammer his way through an answer.

Being practically pushed towards you by both Joshua and Jeonghan, he awkwardly stepped forward, dumbly lifting a hand to uselessly wave at you shyly as he nodded.

You giggled(?) at this, scrunching up your face in what he believed to be cuteness(???), nodding at him in return.

"Yeah, we actually gotta go. We have a shoot coming up. We were just dropping Soonie off," said Jeonghan again, lying through his teeth.

Soonyoung knew that Jeonghan's original plan had been to spy on him as he fumbled his way through interacting with you, but since you'd spotted them, now Jeonghan had to come up with an excuse to leave Soonyoung alone with you. At least he was following through in wing-manning him.

Pouting, you okay'd Jeonghan and Joshua's departure, bidding goodbye to the two boys whom Soonyoung knew you considered to be friends of yours (unlike himself), leaving you alone with Kwannie and Soonyoung.

Seeing as Seungkwan was your best friend, it was unlikely you'd buy any excuse he had to leave you alone with Soonyoung without him having to at least allude the boy's embarrassing crush on you, – something that was completely out of limits – so now Soonyoung was stuck with a chaperone for his interaction with you. It wasn't what he was expecting, but it also took some pressure off him. Kwannie was a natural mood-maker.

After a few minutes of warming up together, Kwannie gestured at you to get into positions so Soonyoung could show you the dance, with Kwan following along in order to help your learning process quicken.

You got the majority of it pretty quickly – or at least for the most part. There was one complicated part of the footwork you seemed to be having a bit of complications with, causing Seungkwan to intervene.

"Hoshi, why don't you help her out? Come here," he gave Hoshi a look, eyes gesturing at him to come stand by your side.

Dumbly, he followed along, never in the state of mind to deny you (nor Seungkwan, apparently). With a nod of confirmation from you, he stood right by your side, slowing down his movements in order to break down the moves required for the dance.

You audibly awe'd at him and his skill, making him blush and look down, not wanting you to see his reddened face. Seungkwan snorted lowly in the background, something you luckily were too distracted to pay mind to, too into Soonyoung's dancing to notice.

"Uh, did you get that or should I go slower?", he asked after the fact.

"No, that's perfect, Soonyoung-Ssi, thank you," you gave him a casual bow of your head, "Wow, you're insanely good. Sorry if that's too informal to say," you praised him, not realizing such compliment would take him all the way to another universe.

"Ah, no, it's nothing, hah-"

"No, really! You should be a teacher. I think I got it all now. Look," you insisted, stopping to do a quick run-through of the 15-second dance in absolute perfection (at least if Soonyoung had anything to say about it), giggling by the end of it.

Seungkwan interrupted once more before Soonyoung could shower you with compliments over your dancing, "You know, he comes up with a lot of our choreos. He teaches us them, too."

Seungkwan hyping him up to you was very out of character, but Soonyoung was willing to take anything that could get you the tiniest bit interested in him. And it seemed like it worked, as you audibly gasped at that bit of information, turning to compliment him once more.

"Really? Wow, that's insane. Can I- You should show me sometime," you suggested, "I try to help with the creative process of my group's choreos sometimes, but it all gets meddled in my head. I could really use some pointers."

Soonyoung would be willing to make entire choreos for you on his own if you so much as asked, so of course he'd jump at the chance to help you with anything you needed. If you wanted him to cut his day short right this moment and drop everything to help you out, he'd do it without a second thought. Any motive to spend time with you one-on-one sounded more than reasonable to him.

"Yes, o-of course," he nodded enthusiastically while Seungkwan made a face in the background.

The next twenty minutes or so were spent recording the short video, attempting to get a perfect take in order to hand over to staff for posting. You stood in the middle while the two boys danced next to you. Hoshi was smiling like an idiot all throughout as he thought of the concept of the two of you dancing together on video. Maybe after this it could become a more common occurrence.

"Well, I'm gonna go now," said Seungkwan after it was all said and done, having settled on one of the many recordings you'd taken, "Gotta go have lunch with Gyu. I'll see you later Y/Nie," he gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as goodbye. Hoshi hoped his jealous grimace wasn't noticed by you.

You furrowed your brows at his sudden departure, but made no comment about it otherwise.

"Okay, Kwannie. Call me later tonight?"

"Sure," he agreed, then turning to Soonyoung, "Send me some of those videos," he said as one last statement before leaving.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, "Send me them too? Here, I'll give you my KakaoTalk," you reached out your hand to silently ask him to hand you his phone as you walked over to his side.

Fuck. Your number? He was going to have your personal contact info on his phone?

Granted, he could've just asked Seungkwan or one of the other guys for your number, but he wanted to get it out of your own volition. And now he was currently standing next to you, faces far too close as you both leaned down to look at his phone screen watching you type in your info. He could've sworn you leaned even closer when you heard him gulp, but it was probably just wishful thinking.

"Here," you said when you were finally done, handing him his phone back – and gracing his hand with your own in the process, a detail Soonyoung found extremely important to fixate on.

He thanked you with a nod, putting the phone away and wracking his brain to think of anything he could possibly say to extend your time together. With Seungkwan around, he hadn't even had the chance to talk to you at all.

"Hey," you spoke up before he could, "We're announcing our comeback next week- oh, uh, don't tell anyone, by the way," you giggled at your own interjection, "Do you think maybe you'd like to do our choreo with me for a TikTok?", you asked, "You know, just the two of us?"

The last question really threw him off guard. But what threw him off guard even more was the look you gave him afterward. Your eyebrows were lifted and your front teeth were softly biting onto the plush of your bottom lip. It was suggestive, but not too obvious. Soonyoung was unsure of how to read it, but considering the fact that he was already head over heels for you, the mere implication of your gaze on him had his heart accelerating and his head inflating like a balloon.

"O-oh, yes. I- Yes. We can totally do that," he agreed far too enthusiastically, "You can just call me- or- or text me, if that's better for you," he stammered.

You bit your lip again, but this time it was to try and fail to hold in a giggle. Nodding at him, you thanked him, letting him know you'd be contacting him soon.

"Let me know when the TikTok gets posted, okay?", you said afterwards.

"It'll probably get posted today or tomorrow. You'll see it on the official account-"

You interrupted him, "Text me either way, yeah?", you spoke again, now in a slightly more direct way, giving him a look that made him realize you were conveying some sort of hint to him.

He wasn't sure what you meant by this, but he nodded dumbly at you, not willing to pass up an opportunity to talk to you again. This was when the two of you finally bid your goodbyes, with you catching him off guard by offering him a quick hug before walking him out of your practice room.

Slightly dumbfounded, Soonyoung slowly walked away, heading towards the elevator through which he'd come in less than thirty minutes ago, trying to process what'd happened during the last five minutes of his visit.

Sometimes he hated how easy it was for things to fly over his head, but there was just absolutely no way you'd been flirting with him just now, was there? You were friendly, as you always were, but the very subtle looks and the suggestion of texting each other – and even hanging out alone next time – gave him the tiniest of hopes that maybe you'd taken an interest to him.

He decided to shrug this off for now, entirely too sure that there'd be no way for you to flirt with him, much less like him when he was always such a stammering mess around you.

Within a day, the TikTok had been posted, garnering excited reactions from fans who enjoyed both of your groups. Unlike the endless times before, you had not done the dance challenge with Seungkwan but also with Hoshi, causing a bit of extra excitement among both of your fans. This made Soonyoung giddier than he'd like to admit. Knowing your fans enjoyed seeing you together made him smile far too hard.

As promised, he knew he had to text you about the TikTok. It was likely you'd already seen it, as it'd already been a few hours since its release. However, Soonyoung was not about to miss the opportunity to start a thread of communication with you. This would be the first step to consistent communication with you (or so he hoped).

After mulling over it for a few hours, he landed on a simple text, one that did not showcase his excitement to be speaking to you – Jeonghan had said that that might scare you away – but simply informed you of the release of the TikTok.

hey, it's hoshi :)

the video got posted on seventeen's official account. the fans really like it ㅋㅋ here's the link

[TikTok link]

Surprisingly, you had responded quite quickly, making Soonyoung somehow fall even more enamored with you by the way you texted.

thank uuu hoshi nim !!!!

we look so good omg :D

i'll let u know when we can do my group's tiktok okay ? ill see u soon !!! <3

It'd be odd for any other guy to sigh so adoringly at their phone at such simple messages, but none of the guys gave him too much shit for how often he stared at your messages with awe in his eyes. You just sounded so enthusiastic to speak to him, and- Okay, he knew he was overthinking it. You were probably just someone who conveyed their emotions through text (he was too!!!). He just liked knowing that he was now somewhere in your KakaoTalk, ready for any time you wanted to message him. And that heart? He was swooning over the simple gesture, but that was something he couldn't get to without going on ten different tangents about how much he liked you (His friends had already heard them all).

"Oh, really? She wants to see you again?", asked Seungkwan later that same day upon hearing that you'd asked Soonyoung to meet later on to record alone.

It was the usual time for dance practice, though currently it was just a few of the members in the practice room as they waited for the rest to show up. These moments would usually be taken up by life updates on each other or by a few overly-competitive rounds of badminton.

"Hold on. Y/N?," asked Chan who just happened to be walking in, "Congrats, man. You've been crushing on her since forever," he gave him a pat on the back in encouragement, joining in on the conversation.

Seungkwan pouted to himself, "She asked you? She always asks me," he didn't seem actually sad, but just whiny as usual.

"C'mon, Kwannie. Give them some time alone. It's young love," interjected Jeonghan, always the proudly designated Soonyoung-supporter.

"Hah," Soonyoung chuckled shyly, looking down, "It's nothing. It's not like I asked her out or anything," he added.

"Well, this is your chance," encouraged Joshua, who had previously been toying with a racket to offer up a round of badminton to the guys, "She gave you her number completely unprovoked. You just need to open up a bit and let her get to know you."

It was all good advice. Great, even. Except that Soonyoung was an anomaly of a guy. Despite how outgoing he seemed to everyone around him (even his fans), he was actually quite shy and reserved when it came to people he wasn't familiar with. You being someone he didn't know too personally and his years-long crush simply did not help matters.

"Yeah, I'll try, just- Fuck, she makes me so nervous. I don't wanna be too obvious," he expressed one of his many concerns.

"Too late," Seungkwan murmured lowly, looking away to act as if he hadn't said anything.

"What do you mean ...," asked Soonyoung with widened eyes.

"Dude, you kept staring at her the whole time we were dancing. And every time she tried to speak to you, you stumbled over your words like an idiot. If she didn't clock that you liked her in those twenty minutes, then she's an idiot – and I'm saying this as her best friend," rambled Seungkwan, letting his friend in on how his interaction with you looked from a third person's point of view.

Soonyoung liked to think that he had enough self-awareness to assess how he was perceived by others. Realistically, however, he knew he lacked the skill to hold in his emotions like the average person. He had fears of being too obvious whilst in your presence, so knowing that he had been too blatantly enamored by you made him cringe internally. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of you.

"Fuck, does she-"

"No, I don't think she actually knows. She probably just thinks you're a weirdo," reassured Seungkwan with a sigh, "But isn't that the goal? I mean, for her to know you like her?"

"Yeah, but I have to swoop her off her feet, not make her think I'm some loser who's obsessed with her – I mean, I am, but she doesn't need to know that yet," Soonyoung rambled exasperated.

Joshua, Jeonghan and Chan snickered all at once, finding their friend's ridiculous thought process to be far too funny. As much as they were rooting for him to finally ask you out, watching his strange way of coursing through his crush was something they treasured as a form of entertainment and would be sad to let go off anywhere in the near future. But despite that, they continued their encouragement to get the boy to finally get your sights on him.

"So, what's your plan? Other than pestering me to get her to hang out with you – which, by the way, clearly didn't work," deadpanned Seungkwan.

"I'm just waiting for her to call me so we can do her TikTok challenge. Fuck, should I text her first?", he pondered out loud.

"She told me her comeback's this Friday, but her music video's already out" added Chan, making them all turn to him in question.

"You talk?", whined Hoshi.

Chan nodded slowly as if it were the most obvious thing, "Yeah, we're friends."

Joshua and Jeonghan cackled like hyenas at this, finding Soonyoung's shocked facial expression adorable.

"Am I the only one she's not friends with?!"

"Maybe if you hadn't actively avoided her for years-"

"I didn't mean to! I'm just shy!", he complained, hands lifted as he sighed in frustration, "But no longer! I'm texting her tonight, okay? Next time you see me, I'll be on my way to a situationship – or if luck goes my way, a relationship," he assured.

"Really? Are twenty minutes spent dancing going to make her fall for you? You already tried that, and it failed," deadpanned Seungkwan, "But, I'm rooting for you. Maybe this way you'll finally leave me alone."

That was good enough.

"Any pointers?", asked Soonyoung, "Any intel you guys can give me since you're apparently all part of the 'fuck Soonyoung' club?"

"Just don't do anything stupid," said Seungkwan, all the other boys nodding along.

That was easy enough.

It was one day later that Soonyoung received a text from you, entailing the time and place in which you'd be needing his presence to record a short TikTok video for your group's newest comeback. As luck may have had it, since your comebacks were so close together, you were attending a music show on the same day. This meant that Seventeen would perform right after your group.

The plan was to meet in the backroom in between shootings, just before your group left to their next schedule of the day. Even if it meant that Soonyoung would get no time to prepare for his own performance, he was confident enough he didn't need the extra practice – plus, meeting up with you took priority in his mind.

On the day of the comeback show, Soonyoung felt nerves he hadn't experienced in years. He had prepared for you as much as he could, taking time out of his day to practice your choreo as soon as your group's music video came out in preparation for your meeting. Dumbly enough, he didn't bother to ask you which part you needed for your TikTok, opting to learn the whole thing instead. He had also asked his stylist to go a little extra hard with his hair and makeup (the thought made him feel like a teenager, but he just wanted to look extra good for you).

It was only some time upon his arrival to the venue that he received a text from you asking for his presence.

meet me in the back ? ;)

The blush that arose from his cheeks couldn't be helped.

The two of you had only texted a handful of times since you'd first given him your number a few days ago, but he always found himself blushing and kicking his feet when you'd text him using your adorable emojis. In his delusional mind, he was the only one you sent those cute hearts and smileys to.

With a nervous intake of breath, Soonyoung walked over to the back of the building – an area idols would sometimes visit for a smoke or to hang out behind anyone's view (even staff). He looked around, finding you leaning against the stairs as you waited for him.

You were still wearing that pretty outfit you had worn during your group's performance (which soonyoung made sure to watch as soon as he arrived). It was adorable, but also dangerous for someone like Hoshi. Donning a cute set that consisted of a pink cropped top with a matching fluffy mini-skirt, your look made Soonyoung almost salivate. You were the perfect mixture of adorable and sexy, reminding him all over again why he had first developed a crush on you (that, and the million other reasons).

Upon spotting him, your face lit up, walking over to him with pep in your step, clearly excited to see him (God, take him now).

"Hoshi-Nim!", you called out excitedly, rushing over to his side and offering him a side hug (Fuck).

Hesitantly returning it, he gave you a shy smile and looked down, too timid to hold eye contact for too long. Noticing this, you giggled.

"Is this a bad time, or do you need to go-"

"No! Seventeen's performance isn't until twenty minutes, so I'm good," he interrupted.

"Okay, great. Uh, do you think you'll be able to learn the dance in that time?"

"Oh, I already learned it," he said surprisingly nonchalantly.

"Huh? What? Like, the whole thing?", you asked incredulously.

Scratching the back of his neck in bashfulness, he nodded, "Yeah, uh, just wanted to save you the trouble?", he chuckled breathlessly.

Your eyes widened as did your smile, furrowing your eyebrows at the unnecessary (but highly admirable) amount of effort Hoshi had put into the basic concept of learning what was supposed to be a short TikTok dance for you.

"God, you learned my whole choreo while doing your group's own comeback? That's ... Wow, that's insane, Hoshi-Nim," you praised in disbelief, "You really didn't have to do that."

Soonyoung couldn't lie. He was reeling at the praise. You seemed both surprised and impressed, which were both reactions he wished to draw out of you more often. Sadly, he felt overwhelmed by the attention you were giving him, so the most response he could give you were shy nods and bashful smiles.

Suddenly, you spoke up again, "Actually, Hoshi-Nim, I, uh, I need help with something else, if that's okay?", you looked up at him with a shy smile, reaching out for his hand.

He nodded numbly, surprised at the request for his hand but knowing he'd agree to anything you asked without even needing to know what it was.

Grabbing his hand, you turned around and began leading him somewhere, "It'll just take a moment, I promise. Just ... just really need your help," you sounded breathless, leading him to believe this must've been far more important than the dance. This made Soonyoung the more willing to help you.

Before arriving to your destination, you hesitantly looked back at him as you both walked over to a closed door, Hoshi unknowing of what you needed from him. It appeared as if you were in distress, pondering about something, but saying nothing to him.

Leading him to a small and empty waiting room in the back, you pulled him in, closing the door behind you before turning to him. Before he could verbalize his curiosity, you jumped at him, pulling him down as you stood on your tippy toes and connected your lips in a frantic kiss.

His hair was grabbed at and pulled at in ways that had his eyes rolling. His tongue was sucked at and lips were nibbled at, pulling breathy whines out of him. The quickness in which he fell into the kiss was a bit ridiculous, not even bothering to question what was happening before whining into your mouth and enclosing his arms around you, pulling you even closer.

Pathetic breaths of your name escaped his lips and entered yours. He found himself unable to stop himself from following your every whim, molding his body to your own as you pulled him closer and took all you needed from his lips.

His mind could not process what was happening, so he let his body take the wheel and seek every bit of pleasure he could from yours. His hands were too timid to feel you up the way his body ached to, so he simply let them lay limp on your hips, squeezing any time your kiss became particularly nasty that he couldn't help but react.

Suddenly you began pulling away, pulling a high-pitched whine from his lips as he attempted to follow you, breathing out a tiny 'please' when your tongue came out to give his lips one last swipe.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-", you began, "I just- Was that too much? Fuck, I should've asked-"

He shook his head almost aggressively, "N-no, you can do whatever you want! That's- It's totally fine. You don't have to ask, just- Fuck, never ask."

Your hands went up to caress at his cheeks, distress still in your eyes, "I just- I know that you like me, and I just couldn't hold back anymore," you gulped, "You're just so sweet and, shit, the fact that you like me so much makes me- God, I can't think," you rambled.

"You ... you knew? I- How? Did I- Was I so obvious?", he gaped at you, though did not react too much as he did not want to cause you to take your hands off him (He needed your hands on him).

You giggled a bit, "Well, yes, and, uh," you winced in anticipation for your next statement, "Kwannie might've let it slip while we were drunk a few months ago ..."

"He what?!"

"He didn't realize! I don't think he even knows he did it," you defended your friend, "Plus, it's a good thing, since, you know," you smiled at him, hands going from his cheeks to the back of his head, toying with the hair there, "Now I can have some fun with you ..."

The atmosphere changed entirely for Hoshi when you said those words. The lust was back in your eyes and he completely mirrored it – though a little more sheepishly.

"Oh, I ..." he chuckled shyly, "You ... Fuck, you want to have fun with me?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

"W-what type of fun?", he blinked, breathless.

"Can I show you?"

"Fuck, p-please ..."

Your proud smile was the last thing he saw before you closed the gap once more, trapping his lips in another heady kiss. Bonelessly, he followed your rhythm, though in a much more timid manner. While your hands felt and pulled at every inch they liked, his own remained respectfully on your hips. Despite how much his carnal side wanted to take over, he was in such absolute awe of you he couldn't bring himself to think straight and act.

Luckily for him, you were far more proactive than him.

Grabbing onto his rigid hands, you led them down to your ass, encouraging him to feel you up as you had been doing to his chest and hair. At this, he moaned into your mouth, hands now achieving a newfound confidence, beginning to feel you up all over. His hands went over and under your fluffy skirt, occasionally going up to squeeze at your breasts. His actions were rewarded by breathy sighs of his name into his lips, something which he had only ever dreamed about before.

"Soonie ...", you breathed against his mouth, "Is it okay if I call you that? Soonie?"

"Call me anything you want, just- don't stop kissing me," he groaned, making a beeline right back to your lips.

"But ..." you barely managed to get out as his lips chased your own needily, "I wanna- wanna suck your dick," you moaned.

Fuck.

His brain stopped computing for a moment. His heart stopped and his knees buckled. No part of his being worked accordingly as he attempted to process a visual of what you'd just said.

You on your knees, his dick in mouth?

It was borderline pathetic the way in which he moaned into your lips, attacking you with a wet and wanton kiss that could barely meet your lips as he nodded desperately and panted a chorus of 'yesyesyesyesyes' into your mouth.

You found him entertaining, or so it seemed going by your giggle in response before dropping down to your knees. Undoing his performance outfit, you pulled down his pants just enough, only to find an achingly hard cock.

"Just from kissing?" you teased with another wicked giggle as you began to put him in hand.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you," he whined without thinking, "I'd get hard from you just looking at me."

Soonyoung could feel the shudder that passed through your body at his words.

Oh. You liked his desperation? His pathetic want for you? Luckily for you, Soonyoung had an endless amount of desperation ready to feed you with.

"Tell me more," you said before tilting his cock towards your mouth, beginning to teasingly kitten-lick at the tip.

Now it was his turn to shudder, visibly shaking at the barely-there contact.

"You- you're so fucking perfect ..." he breathed as you continued to lick at him, "I think about you all the time, I- Just have you on my mind every day," he revealed.

"And what do you think about?", you pondered out loud, "This?", you asked before enveloping him in your lips, suckling at the tip of his cock.

"T- think, f-fuck- Think about how pretty you are ... How talented and funny, and- and how much I wanna impress you," he panted out truthfully, whining when he turned to look down at you and found your drooling face staring back up at him as your eyebrows scrunched up in effort.

The sight only made him cry out harder, churning out even more embarrassing confessions.

"A-and I think about how h-happy I could make you ... I'd give you everything and ... and I'd make you feel so fucking good ..." he panted out.

You only went deeper on his cock at the slight allusion, gagging around him with purpose in your eyes. His strangled gasp in response caused you to repeat this movement repeatedly as your hands went up to toy at his balls, stimulating him far too much for a guy who had stupidly assumed all he'd be doing with you today would be dancing.

"Please ... please, can I cum? I need- need to cum. Can't hold it back, y-you're so fucking pretty," his hands wrapped even harder around your hair, destroying the well-crafted hairdo your stylists must've taken an hour orchestrating.

Finally pulling away for air, you gasped to take in as much air as possible before licking at him again in order to slowly regain your breath.

"Just one more minute, Soonie? Be good and wait, yeah?," you murmured, "Tell me what else you've been thinking about, baby. Then I'll let you cum," you requested before wrapping your lips around him again.

Nodding with an empty head, he did as you instructed, wanting nothing more than to cum (even though it was embarrassingly fast).

"Thin-think about how fucking sexy you look on stage, how ... how confident a-and sure of yourself you are ... N-no one's ever made me feel this way. So nervous when you're around. Can't think, can't breathe, can't- oh, oh, fuck. Please, I- F-fuck ..." his rambles detailing his infatuation were halted by your sudden increase of speed in movements, causing his orgasm to break through without any warning.

Soonyoung had no time to feel embarrassed over how little he'd lasted with your mouth around his dick when you'd so enthusiastically continued to suck at him throughout his orgasm, humming at every drop you swallowed.

Crying out in sensitivity (both at the feeling and sight), Soonyoung's teary eyes met your own, sniffling as you finally pulled yourself away from him and stood up to attempt and meet his height again. Wordlessly, you wiped at the few lone tears that strayed away due to the suden impact of his orgasm, kissing him softly as you did so.

He wantonly licked into your mouth, whining when he was able to taste himself in your tongue. Continuing to kiss you, he chased after your lips when you attempted to pull away multiple times, causing you both to chuckle breathlessly at each other.

"Was that what you hoped when you thought about me?", you asked whilst biting back a smile.

Nodding enthusiastically, he agreed, "That was perfect- you're perfect."

"Sorry if that was too much, I just-"

His hands went to hold at your arms, halting your speech, "No! Never apologize. You can do whatever you want to me. Always. Trust me," he insisted with a serious yet air-headed look in his eyes.

Giggling, you gave up on apologizing for having jumped him so suddenly just minutes ago.

"Wait, fuck!", he suddenly let out, "I have to be on stage in like five minutes. Shit, I need my hair redone and- oh, wait, we didn't get to do your TikTok. Do you wanna-"

"No, it's okay, Soonyoung. Go get ready. We can just meet up later for the video, okay?," you reassured him, leading him out of the room you'd cornered him in and beginning to walk towards where he needed to be, with you having to push him along, as he was too distracted.

"Yeah, okay. Great," he began walking away from you before turning back, "Can- Can I call you? Later, I mean?", he cringed internally at how not smooth that was.

You giggled at him again, nodding, "Yes, Soonyoung. You can call me any time. Good luck with your stage," you took a few steps and planted a kiss on his cheek, finally walking away for real after that.

Leaving a wordless Soonyoung behind, he finally began processing what had just happened, gulping at the thought.

Had he really just hooked up with you in a lone room buried in the basement floor of Inkigayo?

Had he really confessed to his crush whilst she knelt before him, cock in mouth and watery eyes staring up at him?

Fuck, how was he supposed to perform now?

"No way."

"You're lying. There's literally no way that happened."

"She let you hit?!"

"Well, uh, not exactly," Soonyoung scratched the back of his head awkwardly at all the attention he was suddenly receiving from his friends.

As the loudmouth he was known to be, he had made the mistake of airing out what had happened between the two of you earlier that day. After a few takes of their comeback performance, his group and staff headed back to Hybe, where Soonyoung and some of his members arrived to practice.

Although Soonyoung had not shared the explicit details of what had happened, – nor had he meant to in the first place – he had made the mistake of implied that you had done something. Okay, yeah, maybe he did use the word 'hooked up' without realizing the implications it could have. Could he be blamed? He was still on a high from you even giving him the time of day!

"What happened, exactly?", asked Seungkwan with a groan. Two minutes into the conversation and he was already fed up of Soonyoung. The usual.

"I'm not sure if I should say," he started.

No part of him wanted to air you out for any promiscuous activities you may take part in – even if they had been with him. He also did not want to disrespect your trust. Seungkwan was your best friend, though, so he'd know eventually. Right?

"Dude, just spit it out!", demanded Seokmin, yet another member who had been let in on the situation at some point.

"We kissed ... and uh, other things ... maybe," he added after a pause, almost unable to hide his sheepish smile at the memory.

Jeonghan was the first to react, followed by Joshua. Both their eyes widened as they approached Soonyoung to dap him up, hyping him for his accomplishment.

"Okay, no more details, please. I don't want to think about my best friend in that way," cringed Seungkwan, still offering Soonyoung a congratulatory pat in the back whilst sporting a disgusted grimace.

"And then what happened?", asked Chan, cocking his head to the side.

"Then I had to leave to perform."

Then there was a short pause.

"Dude!"

"Are you serious?"

"You just left??"

They all took turns in shifting the atmosphere to one of annoyance rather than congratulating him like they had just been doing.

"She told me to leave," he clarified quickly, "Fuck, should I call her? I said I would. What should I say? What do you say after your crush sucks the life out of you in a basement? Shit, should I have stopped her?", he rambled with questions, a worried look in his eye.

"First of all, chill," started Seungkwan, "second of all, if she did it, it was because she wanted to. I know her, she would've told you to fuck off if she didn't like you. Just be a man, for once, and call her," he reprimanded.

"Fuck, okay, yeah. I'll call her – now. I'll call her right now," he nodded decisively, beginning to gather his things to leave, "Uh, you guys can practice without me for today. Oh, and Seungkwan?", he added before leaving.

"What?"

"I owe you one!", he said with zero context as to what he was referring to, leaving a confused Seungkwan behind to ponder what he had meant.

Maybe one day he'd remember to formally thank his friend for accidentally confessing to his crush on his behalf, but for now his mind was muddled solely with thoughts of you and calling you to see if maybe you'd be willing to see him again as soon as possible. Today, maybe? He needed to confess to you formally, not as he pathetically came in your mouth before leaving you to perform.

"Hello?"

"You picked up! Okay, good. Hi."

"You know, you're way less smooth than I thought," you laughed.

"Are you saying I have no rizz?", he pouted through the phone.

"Maybe. Depends what you're calling me for?", your tone shifted to a more suggestive tone.

"Fuck, please walk me through this. I have no idea how to talk to you," whined Soonyoung, deciding to lay all cards on the table. You already knew he was pathetically into you, what harm could it bring?

You hummed as you pondered what he said, clicking your tongue, "When are you free?"

"For you? Any time," he replied with a quickness.

"So, tonight?"

"Yes," he said without a second thought.

"Shit. You really like me, huh?"

"So fucking much. I could go on about it forever. Just, you know, maybe not while you're making me lose my mind on some public basement," he laughed airily, wincing internally at how pathetic he must've sounded earlier that day.

"Yeah? Wanna come over and tell me more about it?", you dared.

"Please text me your address and I'll be there within the next hour," he practically pleaded. On further thought, he still sounded pathetic while speaking to you. Maybe some things just could not be helped.

"I'll see you here at ten, okay?" you made a kissy sound to him and hung up before he could say anything else, sending him a text with your address just moments later.

Soonyoung sighed as he let himself slouch back on the couch he'd been sitting on, still finding himself at his company's building, as the need to call you was too big for him to arrive home before doing so. For now, he'd be able to make a stop home before heading over to your place. It was still early and he needed to bathe and wash and pamper himself to the best of his ability (Just in case his visit was going to be as suggestive as your voice had been on the call).

Having a chance to think over the past day on his way to his home, he realized that his debilitating shyness around you had died off the moment you kissed him, instead becoming a newfound sense of neediness he didn't know he had in him. He accepted it – specially since you seemed to like it. However, he had hopes that he'd be able to talk to you a bit – and maybe finally get to ask you out –tonight at your place.

From what Seungkwan had said (along with the way you interacted with him), he believed there was a chance you liked him back. You wouldn't have kissed him (nor given him the head of his life) if you didn't like him at least a bit. You also wouldn't laugh so much while talking to him (nor smile at him so often) if you didn't feel anything for him.

These were his thoughts and hopes throughout the night as he readied himself for you.

A few hours later and he now found himself in front of your gated home. It had taken some effort to get here, seeing as it was rare for you to give out your address (As a fellow idol, he understood), but he was still on time.

He knew that the cool thing to do would've been to arrive a little late or maybe even skip it altogether to get your curiosity about him to heighten more, but he was too excited to see you to even think about playing any games. With some treats in hand (which he knew you liked, as per Seungkwan's input), he rang your doorbell and awaited your arrival.

Upon seeing you, he gulped. You weren't wearing anything particularly racy – just some loungewear. Unfortunately for Soonyoung, he had a thing for you in loungewear, apparently. You donned a white tank top and some sweats, which somehow managed to contour your body perfectly for his viewing. The comfort that radiated from you also made Soonyoung feel a mixture of softness and want for you. His feelings for you at the moment were complicated – all he knew was that he wanted you; whether that was in a pure or filthy way, he wasn't sure.

"Hi," was all he could bring himself to say.

"Hi, Soonyoung. Come in?", you moved to the side to let him in.

He walked in, taking in your place and how much of you it contained. Or well, that's what he planned to do until you grabbed his hand and prevented his wandering, leading him over to a large couch in what he assumed to be your living room.

Wordlessly, you took the treats from his hands and sat him down decisively, immediately going to straddle him and placing your hands on his shoulders. He was intimidated by your straightforwardness, but immediately too into it, whining into your lips the mere moment your mouths connected. His hands were less timid this time around, holding onto your hips and attempting to pull you closer to him.

"Fuck, I've wanted you all day," you sighed into his lips.

"I've wanted you for years," he breathed against your own, following your lips any second they were away from his.

"Are you gonna show me?"

"Yes, fuck. I'll do anything you want, however you want," he promised as your lips went down to his neck, sighing at every kiss against his skin.

"Fuck, why did you wear so many clothes?", you groaned at the jacket that was in your way, also referring to the thick jeans he was currently sporting under you.

"I- I thought we were just going to watch a movie or something," he explained shyly.

As stupid as it sounded the second he said it, he truly was not expecting you to jump him for a second time in the same day. He had truly expected the two of you to talk or simply hang out before your next sexual encounter. However, he was unable to find any complaints regarding his current situation.

His statement must've given you some sort of reaction, as you disconnected your lips from his neck and leaned back to face him with a look of awe in your eyes.

"Soonie, fuck, you're too cute," you groaned, hand going up to his cheek as your thumb caressed the skin there, "You almost make me feel bad for wanting you so bad," you muttered before going back to your regular volume of voice, "I promise we'll talk, baby. I just- I've been wet since I sucked you off today," you explained, giving him no time to respond before kissing him again.

The couch you were currently sitting on squeaked at the brand new movement above it as you began softly grinding against Soonyoung, damning any layers in between you.

"I- I wanted to return the favor, I swear!", he managed to pant out, mind leaving him a little more every time your hips connected with his, "I had to go, I didn't- I didn't mean to leave you like that," explained in deep breaths.

"I know, Soonie. Which is why you're going to make it up to me. Right, baby?," you coo'd against his lips, licking at them when he pouted and nodded in response.

Only a few more moments of making out and dry humping took place before you began growing restless above him, whimpering any time your cunt would grace against the harsh button of his jeans. Your sweats were thin enough for Soonyoung to know that the mutual humping of his hips must've been getting you off (at least going off by the increasingly high cries you were breathing into his mouth).

"I want you to fuck me," you suddenly said when you pulled back for air, messily getting off his lap and dragging him with you, hard dick standing up and all.

Almost robotically, he followed you to your room, surprised when you sat down this time, seemingly directing for him to be on top. Before he could begin to crawl over you, however, you stopped him with a palm to his chest, nodding at him to take off his clothes.

"Clothes off, baby. I'll take mine off too."

He stood frozen for a second at the mention of you getting undressed, staring down at you as you nonchalantly threw off every item, leaving you fully naked in front of him as you sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Soonie? Clothes?", you asked.

"O-oh, right," he stammered, eyes still not leaving your breasts.

Despite having had no higher education during his twenties, he was sure he could write a whole dissertation on every curve of your body. Every freckle and line of your skin had him too distracted to take off his clothes without tripping every few seconds. You might've been giggling at the sight, he wasn't too sure since his eyes, ears, and entire mind were in tune to the view from your shoulders and below.

Finally undressed, he hesitantly walked over to your spot on the bed, only to be beat by you when you suddenly crawled further on the bed, somehow conjuring a condom from under your pillow as you turned around and set yourself in all fours, presenting him with your- oh fuck.

Soonyoung could've sworn he lost his mind the moment you arched your back just a little more as he approached you, almost dropping to his knees at the sight. He felt like an animal in heat, while also having an understanding of what it must be like to be a starving man in search of his next meal. His body was begging him to grab that condom and insert himself as deep in you as it was humanly possible, hammering into you until he cried at the stimulation.

It was the weaker part of him, however, that won.

His shaky hands reached for the condom you'd placed on the highest point of your back, struggling to put it in due to the sheer need running through his veins. After that, his hands finally went to your bare hips, feeling them up and down in absolute awe. One of his hands came to the arch of your back, toying with the thought of pressing it even lower and audibly groaning when you actually followed through and ended up pressing your ass even further against him.

"It's stressing me out how badly I want you," he cried out, sniffling, "I'm going to burst the moment I'm inside you," he verbalized his fear.

"Me too, Soonie ..." you sighed, "Been waiting for you all day ... Need you to fuck me already," you practically pleaded. Pleaded, as in pleading for him. He was sure you wanted him dead.

Nodding to himself, he began lining himself up, unable to resist the temptation to let his tip toy at your folds despite how such sensation made his eyes roll back in pleasure. His groans got louder at your own reaction – even more pleas of his name to finally fuck you.

Unable to hold back any longer, Soonyoung finally penetrated you, instantly regretting it, as he knew there would be no way for him to ever feel such pleasure ever again.

It was mixture of his feelings for you paired by the natural desperation he felt at having all these years of anticipation come to a close. Having dreamt about you for countless nights, he'd torture himself with unachievable thoughts of you. Now that he finally had you, pretty and stuffed under him, his mind could not process how tight and hot and wet you felt around him.

"It's so good, oh, fuck, it's so- you feel so fucking good," he panted out in strangled breaths, beginning to hump against your ass.

The slaps of his hips against your ass sounded so filthy to him in that moment, but it only heightened his drive even more. He was known to have a tiger's stamina for a reason.

"Mphm, t-tell me how it feels," he pleaded after some moments of not hearing much from you. Suddenly a wail released from your lips, making his cock twitch inside you at the sound.

"C-can't, it's too good. So big, fuck", you gasped intermittently.

"Right? Made for me ... Right? She's just for me, isn't she? So wet and tight for me," he knew that maybe personifying your pussy mid sex could be a turn off for some people, but was pleased when the sudden tightness of your pussy confirmed that he'd been correct in assessing you – you were a freak just like him.

"She needs more, Soonie," you begged.

How was he to deny you when you'd been so good? When you were the girl of his dreams, granting him access to the pussy that starred every single one of his filthiest dreams for years?

His hips sped up, likely bruising your ass with the intensity of the skin slapping. You had no complaints, though, continuing to occasionally cry out his name accompanied by babbles.

He was not doing any better, practically drooling both at the sight and feeling of you.

"Tell me you like me," he suddenly pleaded, knowing his orgasm wad approaching, "Please."

"So much, Soonie. So- so sweet for me. Like you so much," you confirmed in between hiccups of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, thank God," he sighed in relief, hips going even harder at the confirmation of you liking him back. This meant that he'd get to have you again and again, and not only that, but he'd also get to hold your hand and put a heart next to your contact name and bring you over to meet his mom and-

"I'm so close, Soonie," you interrupted with the prettiest breath of desperation Soonyoung had ever heard.

"S-say it again," he cried, using his last efforts to prolong his orgasm long enough to achieve yours before he finally broke down.

"I like you s-so fucking much, Soonyoung," you repeated, "You're so handsome and sweet, and- and you like me so much," you explained in between gasps every time his hips would hit that spongy spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

Every word went straight to his cock, breaking him and bringing forth his orgasm sooner than he had anticipated. In sheer desperation, his hand went under you, rapidly toying at your swollen bud in order to get you there with him. There was no way he was going to cum without you twice in a single day.

Crying out uncontrollably, he became a senseless mess, hips having lost all their rhythm and nonsensical babbles filled with praise leaving his lips. He hadn't realized your orgasm had arrived until he felt you tighten up impossibly tightly around him, having been too into his own to notice. Regardless, his inner instinct commanded him to buck into you as you went through your high, ignoring any sensibility he may have felt. Your pleasure was his priority, now and from then on.

"P-please, Soonie, it's too much, it's- Oh, fuck. Like that. Just like that, Ah!", you moaned for him up until your arms gave out, forcing you to fall against the bed and bury your head in the sheets, muffling every whimper Soonyoung dreaded to miss.

He reasoned it was fine. Now that he knew you liked him back, he'd be able to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. A sinister part of him was bugging at him to flip you over as soon as your orgasm subsided and force at least three more out of you as he buried his face between your legs, but he didn't want to scare you off with his sick addiction to you just yet.

That, and the fact that his mind was only seconds from melting away as your cunt insisted on sucking him in, disregarding how sensitive his cock was. The only thought in his mind at the moment was constant silent praise to your cunt and to yourself for having allowed him access to your bare body.

"Shit .... God, I really wasn't expecting that," you panted out after your orgasm had ended, gasping when he finally pulled out without warning, "You're kind of insane for someone so shy," you added as you caught your breath.

Chuckling as he helped you lay on your back, he reached over to some tissues on your end table and cleaned you up a bit, proceeding to remove his condom and getting up to throw it out along with the tissues. When he made it back to the bed, you were already laying under the covers, laying on your side and staring up at him with a suggestive smile.

Giggling at you, he giddily got under the covers. It was insanely hard to control the gigantic grin that took over his face when you instantly cuddled into him, letting him nuzzle his face into your breasts. If there was a heaven, this was it.

"Was I good?", he mumbled into your skin, not able to help himself in laying a few kisses here and there.

Your hand felt heavenly as it scratched at his scalp, allowing no space in between you as you cocooned him against you, legs wrapped around his waist holding him hostage.

"Are you serious? I think you broke me. Wasn't expecting you to be so ... horny."

"I'm always horny for you," he said nonchalantly.

It was amusing to him how easily he found comfort in you so soon. Only a few hours prior, he was a stuttering mess, yet he his nose was now deeply buried between your breasts, hands on your as as he held you against him, a feeling of ease floating around the room.

"Stop," you dragged out the vowel, laughing at how ridiculous his answers always were, "You're gonna make me like you even more."

"Not more than I like you," he rebutted, squeezing you closer in some sort of act of defiance, "Let me take you out?", he then asked, poking his face out of chest to stare up at you with wide eyes.

"I'd be an idiot to say no," you started, "Yes, Soonyoung. I've been waiting for you to ask," you added, scooting down on the bed so you could finally be face to face with the boy.

Gaping at you, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, "Oh my God. How long have you liked me?"

"Ever since Seungkwan told me, I've been trying to get you alone, but you'd always run away," you giggled, "Realizing you'd always avoid me because you liked me just made me so ... endeared. I was so happy when Kwan told me you wanted to do that TikTok dance with me," you revealed, kissing at his cheeks by the end of it.

Groaning, he nuzzled into your tits again, humming at the vibration of your body as you laughed at him again, "Fuck, I know I should've just asked you out. You just made me so nervous."

"Well, we can make up for the lost time now," you assured, cuddling into him, "You still need to take me out."

"I'll take you out every day," he hummed, "But first, I owe Seungkwan a drink," he added, drinking in yet another giggle from you.

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content: sub!soonyoung, body worship, hoshi being down horrendously bad, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 888 (teaser); 3425 (full drabble)

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"Can you get off my friend?"

"Do you mean my girlfriend?"

"It's been like half a day, stop saying that," groaned Seungkwan, staring you and Soonyoung down as you lounged around the hardwood floors of their practice room, cuddled up as if you hadn't just had your first date yesterday.

Soonyoung hadn't had the pleasure of knowing you on a personal level for too long (meaning he'd literally only made eye contact with you for the first time less than a week ago), but he had grasped your humor and boundaries pretty quickly. He knew you had no issue with how intense he was with his feelings for you, simply giggling along with him when he'd call you girlfriend or even wife. You said you found his crush cute and as a great ego-boost, specially since the crush was pretty much mutual (your words, by the way!!).

Seungkwan had been a mixture of elated and annoyed at the news of the two of you dating as soon as he'd seen you walk into the practice room hand by hand. Apparently you had texted him right after sleeping with Soonyoung, entailing your escapades together. Both mortified and proud of his friends now being privy to that information, Soonyoung took it as a welcome to begin parading you around as his girlfriend.

Your first date took place on the following day, manifesting itself as a simple at-home picnic late at night, followed by a sheepish 'first date kiss' at the end of the day and leading to this morning, where Soonyoung begged you to make a stop by his practice room before going to your own.

Your quick stop became a long visit as you became entertained by your friends and Soonyoung, who refused to let you leave. So now you found yourself being hogged by your boyfriend whilst your best friend feigned annoyance at the sight.

"Are you just not going to join us for practice?", Chan eventually approached you after having gone over the choreo a few times with some of the other members.

"I need to make up for lost time," whined Soonyoung, somehow nuzzling further into you.

"How are you not sick of him?", Minghao asked with a lighthearted eye-roll, kicking at Soonyoung's foot on his way by.

"Come on, he's cute," you spoke in defense of him, causing a muffled giggle to vibrate against your chest, a few pecks being left in his wake as a silent thank you.

"Then take him home, he's useless here! Some of us still need to practice," added Seungkwan, joining Minghao with an eye-roll of his own.

Turning to Soonyoung, you nudged him, "What do you say? Want my driver to give you a ride home?", you began leaning up against his wishes, giggling at the way he attempted to keep you cuddled up next to him, "C'mon, Soonie. Your members need to practice."

Getting up, you managed to drag him with you, turning to Seungkwan after the fact.

He pouted at you, giving you a hug goodbye as he usually liked to do, "You don't actually have to go, I was just being annoying," he said into your neck.

"It's fine, Kwannie. Soonyoung said he wanted to head home earlier, I don't know why he dragged me here anyway," you smiled at him before getting pulled away by your touchy boyfriend, who was sticking his tongue out at Kwan in defiance.

"He brought you to show you off," interjected Jeonghan, earning a scowl from Soonyoung.

"Anyways, never again! You can all keep your eyes," he turned to Seungkwan, "and hands off my girlfriend now. Thank you!", he stated like a petulant child, hand sliding down your arm and into your hand before beginning to pull you to the exit.

You giggled at his antics, waving goodbye to your friends before walking away with him.

"Hey," he called your attention once you were out in the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ... Can I come over to your place instead of having your driver drop me off?", he asked, uncharacteristically shy.

"Hmm? Yeah, of course. Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, "No! Just ... It's been two days since we, you know, and we've been spending all this time together. I didn't want to, like, scare you off or anything ..." he trailed off.

Although he was facing you, his eyes were avoiding your own, likely out of bashfulness. This made you crumble.

"Soonie," you coo'd, taking hold of his cheeks in your hands, "You're not scaring me off. I'm sorry I haven't been as forward about my feelings," you pouted at him, earning a pout in return, "How about you stay over tonight? We can have watch movies and have some fun together? I'll get you a ride back to the company tomorrow morning. What do you think?", your hands went to the back of his neck, lightly pulling at the treces from his mullet.

The slight suggestion to sex was there, but you hadn't meant to highlight it. You mostly just wanted to spend time with him; try to reassure him you enjoyed his company as much as he did yours.

He nodded enthusiastically, "Really? That sounds- that sounds fun," he practically reeled, following along without a second thought when you grabbed at his hand again, pulling him to the elevators.

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buntanteen · 29 days ago

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svt fic recs list <3 - svt units & age lines - sfw & nsfw ver.

summary: a total of 22 fic recs (13 sfw, 17 nsfw & 2 bonuses), svt units & age line reader insert fics :)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

❥ seventeen’s reaction to you playfully dodging their kisses hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @mangocustard16

❥ black cat partner hyung line | maknae line - @xinganhao

❥ svt reaction to their s/o being jealous hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @etherealyoungk

❥ the soft italicised ‘oh’ moment hyung line | maknae line - @suhnshinehaosnshinehaos

❥ take a pic! hyung line | maknae line - @cheolism-archive (now @ddeonghwa-s)

❥ partner privileges hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @babyleostuff

❥ missing you hyung line | maknae line - @cheoliedollie

❥ svt when their idol s/o dedicates a song to them hyung line | maknae line - @xinganhao

❥ svt reaction to you saying “i really want to kiss you right now” hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @etherealyoungk

❥ the little things hiphop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @suhnshinehaosnshinehaos

❥ wanting a kiss hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @lovingseventeen

❥ dating seventeen hyung line | maknae line - @wqnwoos

❥ first date hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @babyleostuff

✩ nsfw section ✩

❥ when u make them cum fast hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @hoshifighting

❥ mornings after with them! 95z | 96z | 97z | maknae line - @monamipencil

❥ seventeen sexual preferences hip hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit - @wildfluwer

❥ types of kinks hyung line | maknae line - @bittersweet-folder

❥ awkward/funny things that happen during sex! | performance unit | vocal unit - @monamipencil

❥ ending nudes to enemies!svt hyung line | maknae line - @hoshifighting

❥ asking them if you can tie a bow on 'it' 95z | 96z | 97z | maknaez - @monamipencil

✩ mini bonus section ✩

❥ loser line in a relationship (sfw) - @fairyhaos

❥ svt: the daddy kink line (nsfw) - @svtswhorehouse

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chugging-antiseptic-dye · 9 hours ago

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seventeen using a pick up line 🤸:

dedicated to @joonsytip for always hyping me up <3

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kathaelipwse · 11 days ago

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Styled For Love || K.Soonyoung {Hoshi}

Pairing: Idol!Hoshi x Stylist!Reader

Trope: Second Chance Romance | Slow Burn | Ex-Crush to Lovers

Word count: 9649 words ; Reading time: 35 mins-ish

Synopsis: Back in university, you loved Hoshi—even when he pushed you away. Seven years later, fate throws you back into his life as SEVENTEEN’s personal stylist. Awkward stares, silent tension, and unsaid words define your new dynamic. But when old feelings resurface and a drunken confession changes everything, will you finally get the love you once fought for?

Author’s Note: This is peak second-chance romance with angst, teasing, and Hoshi being an awkward mess. If you love group chat chaos, flirty banter, and a soft but possessive Hoshi, this SMAU is for you. Let’s watch him fumble his way back into love. Enjoy the ride! - Opinions are also appreciated!!

Request's are open!!

The scent of old paper and the soft, almost ghostly hum of the university library always brought a strange sense of nostalgia, a bittersweet ache that settled deep in your chest, a phantom limb of a life left behind. You traced your fingers along the worn spine of a textbook, its pages filled with notes you’d taken, not for yourself, but for him. Outside, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, a vibrant, almost mocking contrast to the gray sky that mirrored the dull ache in your heart.

Seven years. Seven years since you'd last walked these halls, since you'd last seen Kwon Soonyoung, now Hoshi, the boy whose laughter used to fill the class rooms, whose eyes crinkled into crescents when he smiled, the boy you loved with a quiet intensity that had never been reciprocated. The intensity of your feelings was a secret you kept locked away, a treasure and a burden all at once.

You remembered the way he'd always been surrounded by friends, his energy infectious, his passion for dance burning like a flame, drawing everyone into its warmth. You remembered the late nights in the practice room, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his sweat-soaked shirt clung to his lean frame, emphasizing the dedication he poured into every movement. You remembered the way his laughter would echo through the empty halls, a sound you cherished, even from a distance.

And you remembered the way you'd always been on the periphery, a silent observer, a distant admirer. You'd left vitamin drinks in his locker, slipped him meticulously detailed notes when he missed lectures, brought him extra snacks during late rehearsals, knowing he’d often forget to eat. You'd cared for him from afar, a silent guardian, your heart aching with unspoken words, with the weight of a confession you never dared to make.

The weight of those unspoken words grew heavier with each passing day. You knew he was burdened with the pressure of idol training, the relentless schedule, the expectations that seemed to crush him under their weight. You wanted to ease his burden, to be a source of comfort, but you were trapped in the silent role you’d created for yourself.

But your quiet devotion hadn't gone unnoticed. The whispers started, sharp and cruel, like shards of glass, each word cutting deeper than any physical wound. "Clingy," they'd called you, the word laced with disdain. "Chasing after a future idol," they’d sneered, as if your affection was a calculated move, a desperate attempt to ride his coattails to fame. The rumors spread like wildfire, painting you as a pathetic, lovesick girl, a stalker in their eyes.

You remember the way you’d flinched when you passed groups of students, their eyes following you, their whispers a constant, stinging reminder of your perceived transgression. You remember the way you’d avoided the cafeteria, the library, any place where you might encounter him, or worse, his friends, who now regarded you with a mixture of pity and contempt.

The rumors became a monster, twisting your quiet affection into something ugly and obsessive. They painted you as a leech, a parasite clinging to his rising star, draining his energy, his focus. They whispered about your “desperate attempts” to get his attention, your “pathetic displays” of affection. You heard them call you a distraction, a burden, a stain on his reputation.

You remember the way your hands trembled when you tried to write, the way your voice caught in your throat when you tried to speak. You remember the way you’d retreated into yourself, becoming a ghost in the very place you’d once felt a sense of belonging. The library, once a sanctuary, became a place of torment, the silence amplifying the whispers in your head.

And then, the day he'd finally noticed you, it wasn't the way you'd imagined in your countless daydreams. It was a cold, harsh dismissal, his eyes devoid of the warmth you'd always seen, replaced by a cold, distant look that chilled you to the bone.

"Stop following me around," he'd said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, each word a precise, calculated blow. "I don't need you to take care of me."

The words had shattered you, each syllable a blow to your already fragile heart. It was the final, brutal confirmation of everything the rumors had whispered. You’d refused to cry, refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing your pain, of validating their cruel narratives. Instead, you'd turned and walked away, your steps echoing in the empty hallway, your heart a heavy, leaden weight, a stone sinking to the bottom of a dark, cold sea.

After graduation, you'd vanished from his life, leaving behind the university, the memories, and the boy who had broken you. You'd thrown yourself into your work, channeling your pain into ambition, carving a name for yourself in the cutthroat world of fashion and styling, building a wall of professionalism around your wounded heart. You vowed to never be that vulnerable, that exposed, that broken again. You built a new you, one that wouldn’t let anyone see the scars. You built a you that would never let anyone hurt you like that again.

The backstage area of the music show, usually a vibrant hive of activity, seemed to hold its breath as you stepped into SEVENTEEN's dressing room. The air crackled with a tension that was almost tangible, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken history that permeated the space. The usual cacophony of hairspray, chatter, and music faded into a dull hum, replaced by the sharp, almost painful awareness of your presence.

"SEVENTEEN's new stylist? You're kidding me," Mingyu's voice cut through the silence, a mix of disbelief and intrigue. He leaned against a rack of clothing, his eyes wide as he watched you move with a practiced grace, adjusting the drape of a silk scarf on a mannequin. "Wait, it's really you?"

You didn't break your concentration, your fingers meticulously straightening the fabric. "It's just another job," you repeated, your voice cool and measured, a carefully constructed barrier against the storm raging within you. "Professionalism is key."

But the lie hung heavy in the air, a fragile shield against the memories that threatened to overwhelm you. It wasn't just another job. It was a confrontation with the past, a forced encounter with the man who had shattered your heart, the ghost you'd tried so desperately to bury.

The door swung open, and he stood there, Kwon Soonyoung, now Hoshi, the idol whose name echoed through stadiums, whose face graced magazine covers. His eyes, once filled with warmth and laughter, now held a flicker of shock, a moment of disbelief that quickly morphed into a searching intensity.

"You…?" he breathed, his voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the powerful vocals he commanded on stage. The single word hung in the air, laden with unspoken questions, with the weight of years of unresolved emotions.

"Mingyu-hyung, you guys know each other?" Seungkwan piped up, his eyes darting between you and Hoshi, his curiosity piqued. "From where? University? That’s wild."

The silence that followed was thick and heavy, the air thrumming with unspoken words. The members exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and intrigue. They sensed the undercurrent of tension, the unspoken history that lingered beneath the surface, a silent narrative that played out between you and Hoshi.

You broke the silence, your voice cool and professional, a shield against the rising tide of memories. "We went to university together," you stated, your voice devoid of any emotion.

"Ah," Mingyu said, his eyes filled with curiosity, a hint of understanding dawning on him. "That's… interesting." He looked at Hoshi, then back at you, his eyes searching for answers, for the missing pieces of a puzzle he couldn't quite comprehend.

Hoshi stared at you, his eyes searching yours, trying to find a flicker of recognition, a hint of the girl he'd known. But you were different now, a polished professional, a far cry from the shy, lovesick girl he'd pushed away. You were a fortress, your emotions locked away behind a wall of carefully constructed professionalism.

You moved through the room, your movements precise and efficient, your focus solely on the task at hand. You laughed at DK's jokes, your laughter light and genuine, a stark contrast to the coldness you showed Hoshi. You teased Seungkwan about his vocal range, praising his talent while playfully mocking his dramatic flair. You complimented Jeonghan's ethereal beauty, your words sincere and appreciative. But when Hoshi spoke, you treated him with the same detached professionalism you showed any other client, your eyes cool, your voice measured.

"The concept for your stage today is a mix of urban chic and edgy rebellion," you explained, your voice devoid of any personal inflection. "The ripped jeans, the leather jacket, it's all about conveying a sense of youthful defiance, a raw energy."

Hoshi watched you, his eyes searching yours, trying to find a flicker of the girl he’d known, a hint of the warmth that had once filled your eyes. But you gave him nothing, your expression a mask of professional detachment, your eyes distant.

He wanted to talk, to bridge the gap, to understand the coldness in your eyes. He wanted to apologize, to explain, to make amends for the pain he'd caused. But you gave him no opening, your focus solely on the task at hand. You were a ghost, a professional ghost, and he couldn't reach you.

"Is the jacket too tight?" you asked, your voice sharp, pulling him back to the present, back to the cold reality of your professional interaction.

"No, it's fine," he replied, his voice flat, his eyes still searching yours, searching for a connection that seemed to have vanished.

"Good," you said, your voice dismissive. "Then let's move on to the accessories. The chains, the rings, they're all about adding an edge, a rebellious touch."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The members watched you both, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. They sensed the tension, the unspoken history, the pain that lingered beneath the surface, a silent testament to a past that refused to stay buried.

"This is going to be… interesting," Seungkwan whispered to Mingyu, his eyes wide with intrigue.

Mingyu nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah. I think we're in for a wild ride. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a bumpy one." He looked at Hoshi, then back at you, a silent question hanging in the air. How were they going to get through this?

The styling sessions, once a collaborative effort, had devolved into a tense battleground. You wielded your artistic vision like a weapon, pushing Hoshi beyond his comfort zone with every daring fabric, every unconventional silhouette. The result was visually arresting, a testament to your talent, but it was also a calculated assault, a means of unsettling him, of forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past.

He found himself trapped in a suffocating vortex of self-doubt, obsessively scrutinizing every reflection, every perceived flaw. The pressure of maintaining his idol persona, the constant scrutiny, the relentless pursuit of perfection, had always been a heavy burden. But now, with you back in his life, the weight was crushing, suffocating, threatening to shatter him.

A staff member’s casual, almost dismissive comment about his proportions, a throwaway remark about his “less-than-ideal” physique, became a catalyst, igniting a firestorm of insecurity within him. It was a fleeting, insignificant comment, easily dismissed under normal circumstances. But in his current state of emotional vulnerability, it felt like a brutal indictment, a confirmation of his deepest fears, a validation of the lies he told himself.

He’d always prided himself on his stage presence, his charisma, his ability to command attention. But now, doubt whispered insidious lies, painting him as inadequate, as undeserving of your attention, of your affection. He found himself staring at his reflection, his eyes tracing the lines of his body, searching for imperfections, for the flaws that seemed to confirm his worst fears, the ones that whispered he wasn’t good enough.

"If you don't appreciate his stage presence, maybe you should find another job," your voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering, like a blade slicing through silk. It was a fierce defense, an instinctive reaction to the staff member’s callous remark, a protective shield against the cruelty of the world.

Hoshi stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest, a chaotic mix of surprise and confusion warring within him. He was caught off guard by the raw intensity in your eyes, by the unwavering conviction in your voice. He wanted to thank you, to acknowledge the unexpected kindness, but the words caught in his throat, choked by a surge of conflicting emotions, a battle within himself.

He was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt, of regret, of the realization that he didn’t deserve your defense, your kindness. He was haunted by the memory of his past cruelty, the cold, harsh words that had shattered your heart, the pain he had inflicted, the wounds he’d never tried to heal.

And then, a wave of anger washed over him, a desperate, almost primal need to push you away, to protect himself from the vulnerability of your proximity. He couldn’t bear the thought of your compassion, of your caring, when he knew he didn’t deserve it, when he was still haunted by the ghosts of his mistakes.

"You don’t have to pretend to care about me anymore," he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness, with a desperate attempt to mask his vulnerability. "You’ve done your job. Now leave me alone. I don’t need your pity, or your misplaced kindness."

"Pity?" You echoed, your voice dangerously low, your eyes flashing with anger. "Don’t flatter yourself, Kwon Soonyoung. I don’t waste my pity on those who don’t deserve it. You’re not worth my pity, you’re simply a job."

"Then what is this?" He demanded, his voice rising, his eyes blazing. "Why are you defending me? Why are you even here? Why defend me if I'm simply a job?"

"I’m here because I’m a professional," you retorted, your voice sharp, your eyes cold. "And I defend my clients, regardless of their… personal failings. And I'm here, because I'm good at my job. And you, are a client."

"Personal failings?" He repeated, his voice laced with sarcasm, with a bitter edge. "Is that what I am to you? A personal failing? A job? Nothing more?"

"You made your choice," you stated, your voice flat, devoid of emotion, your eyes hard. "You decided to push me away. You decided to inflict pain. Don’t expect me to welcome you back with open arms, or any semblance of forgiveness."

"I was trying to protect you!" He yelled. "From the rumors, from the gossip, from the pressure!"

"Protect me?" You laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "You protected your image, your career. You protected yourself. You didn't protect me."

He stormed off, his steps heavy with regret, his heart aching with a pain he couldn’t comprehend. He left you standing there, your expression unreadable, your eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt, a silent testament to the damage he’d inflicted.

The members exchanged worried glances, their expressions filled with apologies, with silent pleas for understanding. They knew the demons that haunted Hoshi, the internal conflict that raged within him.

"Hyung can be a bit… difficult," Mingyu said, his voice apologetic, his eyes filled with concern. "He's just… going through a lot right now. He's a mess."

"He doesn't mean it," joshua added, his voice soft, his eyes filled with sympathy. "He's just… scared. He's afraid of losing you again, or more accurately, admitting he never had you at all."

"He already lost me," you stated, your voice cold, your eyes hard. "And he has no one to blame but himself. He made his choice, and now, he has to live with the consequences."

You retreated into your work, focusing on the details of the styling, the colors, the textures, the shapes. You moved with a mechanical precision, your movements devoid of any emotion, your mind a blank slate.

But the silence in the dressing room was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The members watched you, their eyes filled with concern, their silence a testament to the tension that permeated the space. They knew that the fragile peace had been shattered, that the delicate balance between you and Hoshi had been irrevocably disrupted. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with pain, with conflict, with the daunting task of mending broken hearts, if such a thing was even possible. And they knew, that the next move, would determine if there was any hope left.

The soundproofed walls of Woozi's studio, typically a haven of creative expression, now held the weight of Hoshi's raw vulnerability, his voice a broken melody of regret and longing. The air was thick with the unspoken emotions that had festered for years, a silent testament to the pain and longing that had consumed him. Woozi, usually a master of understated expressions, had transformed into a stern confidant, his eyes a piercing gaze that demanded absolute honesty, his silence a heavy presence.

"What the hell was that, Soonyoung?" Woozi's voice, typically a soft, melodic hum, now resonated with a low, dangerous rumble, each word a precise, cutting edge that sliced through the suffocating tension. He leaned against the mixing console, arms crossed, his posture rigid, his gaze unwavering, a silent accusation that demanded a confession. "You’re making a spectacular, catastrophic mess of everything, including yourself. You’re unraveling at the seams, a tangled mess of regret and fear."

Hoshi slumped into a worn-out studio chair, his head buried in his hands, his body language a testament to his utter defeat, his posture a reflection of the emotional wreckage within him, a broken puppet with severed strings. "I don’t know, Jihoon. I just… I messed up. Again. And this time, I don't know how to fix it. I'm afraid I've irrevocably shattered any chance I had, any hope of redemption, any possibility of forgiveness."

"Messed up?" Woozi scoffed, a hint of exasperation lacing his voice, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and concern, a silent lament. "You’re acting like a petulant child, throwing a tantrum when you should be trying to salvage what’s left. You’re pushing her away when you should be pulling her close, begging her to stay, to understand, to forgive."

"It's not that simple," Hoshi mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands, his words a desperate attempt to justify his actions, a plea for understanding. "You don't understand the pressure, the fear… the sheer, crippling terror of messing up again, of causing her more pain, of shattering her again."

"Then make me understand," Woozi retorted, his patience wearing thin, his voice laced with a sharp edge, his eyes demanding clarity, a silent challenge. "You liked her, didn't you? Back then? Or, dare I say… loved? Because there's a world of difference between the two, a chasm of regret and unspoken words."

Hoshi hesitated, his throat tight with unspoken emotions, with the weight of years of regret and the burden of unrequited love. He finally nodded, his voice barely a whisper, a confession he’d kept locked away for too long, a secret that had festered in the shadows of his heart. "I did. I liked her a lot. More than a lot. I loved her, Jihoon. I still do. I always have. And I never stopped."

"Loved?" Woozi raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, his eyes searching Hoshi's for the truth, for the raw vulnerability he rarely displayed, for the genuine emotion that lay beneath the layers of regret and fear. "Then why, Soonyoung, why did you push her away? Why did you break her heart into a million pieces?"

Hoshi's face flushed crimson, a wave of shame washing over him, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and a raw vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see, a silent testament to his internal battle. He looked away, his gaze fixed on the worn carpet, his voice barely audible, a confession whispered in the darkness. "I… I don't know. It doesn't matter now. I ruined everything. I was so scared. So incredibly, pathetically scared. I was a coward."

"It matters to her," Woozi said, his voice softer now, but no less intense, each word a carefully placed stone in a bridge he was trying to build, a silent plea for understanding. "It matters to you. And it matters to me, because you're my friend, and you’re slowly destroying yourself with your self-inflicted guilt. Tell me, Soonyoung, why her? What made her so special, so unforgettable?"

Hoshi took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes filled with a distant longing, a bittersweet nostalgia, a silent journey into the past. "It was… everything. Her kindness, her quiet strength, the way she cared for everyone around her without expecting anything in return. Even when people whispered, even when they were cruel, she never changed. She was always… pure. And she was so talented, so driven. Even then, she was a force, a beacon of light in the darkness. And she saw me, Jihoon. She saw the real me, the insecure kid beneath the stage persona. She understood me, even when I didn’t understand myself. And she was beautiful, inside and out. The way she smiled, the way she laughed… it was like sunshine, chasing away the shadows of my doubts."

He paused, his eyes filled with a distant longing, his voice thick with emotion, a silent lament for a love lost. "And even when I was an idiot, even when I pushed her away, she never stopped caring. I knew she wouldn’t. And that… that just made it worse. I felt like I didn’t deserve her. I felt like I was tarnishing her light, dragging her into my darkness."

"I wanted to be with her," Hoshi confessed, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for understanding, a silent cry for forgiveness. "But I couldn't. The pressure, the rumors, the constant scrutiny… I didn't want to ruin her life. I was scared of what it would do to her. I was scared of ruining her, of dragging her into my chaotic world, of extinguishing her light."

"And instead, you broke her heart into pieces," Woozi finished, his voice filled with a quiet understanding, a hint of disappointment, a silent lament for a love lost. "You thought you were protecting her, but you only caused her more pain. You made a choice, and it was the wrong one. A cowardly one, driven by fear, fueled by regret."

Hoshi nodded, his eyes filled with a deep, consuming regret, a self-loathing that gnawed at his soul, a silent admission of his failure, a heavy burden of guilt. "The worst part?" he said, his voice thick with self-loathing, his words a confession of his deepest shame, a desperate plea for absolution. "I knew she'd never stop caring. I knew she'd always be there for me, no matter what. And I still pushed her away. I still hurt her, even when I knew she didn't deserve it. I was a fool, a coward, a monster."

"You still have a chance, idiot," Woozi said, his eyes filled with a rare intensity, a flicker of hope igniting within him, a silent promise of support, a quiet command. "Just tell her the truth. Tell her how you feel. Tell her why you did what you did. Carats will support you. We will support you. And she… she might too, if you give her a reason to. If you show her you’ve changed, if you show her you’re worthy."

Hoshi shook his head, his voice filled with despair, his eyes filled with the ghosts of his past mistakes, a silent acknowledgment of his unworthiness, a broken plea for a chance. "It's too late. I ruined everything. I don't deserve her forgiveness. I'm a mess. A coward. A broken mess, beyond repair."

"It's never too late to try," Woozi countered, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument, his eyes filled with a quiet determination, a silent command, a resolute belief. "But you have to be honest. You have to be vulnerable. You have to admit your mistakes, and you have to mean it. You have to show her that you are worthy of her love, that you are worthy of a second chance, that you are not the same man you were then."

"I don't know how," Hoshi confessed, his voice filled with a raw vulnerability that Woozi rarely saw, a desperate plea for guidance, a broken cry for help, a silent acknowledgment of his fear. "I'm afraid of hurting her again. I'm afraid she'll never forgive me. I'm afraid I'll just make things worse, that I’ll only push her further away."

"Then show her you've changed," Woozi said, his voice soft but firm, his eyes filled with a quiet determination, a silent promise of support, a resolute command. "Show her you’re not the same person who pushed her away. Actions speak louder than words, and you have a lot to make up for. You loved her, Soonyoung. Now fight for her. Fight for your second chance. Fight for the love you threw away."

A long silence stretched between them, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air. Hoshi stared at his hands, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a battleground of regret and fear, a silent war within himself. He wanted to reach out to you, to mend the broken pieces of their past, but he was paralyzed by fear, by the fear of rejection, by the fear of causing you more pain.

"I don't know what to do," he whispered, his voice filled with a desperate plea for guidance, a broken cry for a chance at redemption, a silent plea for a miracle.

"You need to talk to her," Woozi said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument, his eyes filled with a quiet resolve, a silent command, a determined belief. "You need to tell her the truth. And you need to apologize. Properly. Not some half-hearted attempt, but a genuine, heartfelt apology, a confession from the depths of your soul. And you have to tell her why you love her, Soonyoung. You need to let her know she was never just a rumor, never just a burden. You need to tell her she was everything, that you were the blind one, that she was the light you extinguished."

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, SEVENTEEN were engaged in a chaotic planning session, their voices a mix of mischievous excitement and nervous anticipation, their expressions a blend of playful determination and genuine concern. They had witnessed the tension, the hurt, and decided that drastic measures were required, that they needed to intervene, to orchestrate a moment of truth.

"We need to lock them in a room," Mingyu declared, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint, his voice filled with a conspiratorial whisper, his expression a picture of determined chaos, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Are you crazy?" vernon exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief, his voice rising in alarm, his expression a mix of horror and amusement, a dramatic gasp. "That’s a terrible idea! What if they kill each other? Or worse, us? What if they unleash their wrath upon us?"

"It's a terrible idea that just might work," Jeonghan countered, a sly smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint, his voice laced with a playful edge, a knowing smirk.

"They need to talk, and we need to ensure they do. A little forced intimacy never hurt anyone. Besides, we’re doing them a favor, a service to true love." cheol added seeing han's smirk.

"But what if it makes things worse?" seokmin asked, his voice filled with concern, his eyes wide with anxiety, his expression a picture of pure worry, a silent plea for reason. "What if they hate us? What if they never speak to us again? What if they hold us responsible for their misery?"

"Then we'll deal with it," shua said, his voice firm, his eyes filled with a quiet resolve, his expression a picture of unwavering determination, a silent promise to shoulder the consequences. "But we have to try. They deserve a second chance, and we’re going to make sure they get it, whether they like it or not. We’re SEVENTEEN, and we fix our family, even if it means causing a little chaos along the way."

And so, the plan was set. They would lure you and Hoshi into the dressing room, lock the door, and force them to confront their past. It was a risky move, a gamble that could either mend broken hearts or shatter them completely. But they were willing to take that risk, for the sake of their friend, for the sake of a love that deserved a second chance, for the hope that maybe, just maybe, they could fix what was broken, and bring them back together, like pieces of a shattered mirror, reflecting a love that refused to die.

The dressing room, typically a chaotic haven of creativity and bustling activity, now stood as a silent stage, the air thick with unspoken emotions and the weight of years of regret. You stepped inside, your brow furrowed in confusion, your eyes scanning the room for the supposed "meeting" Mingyu had arranged, a meeting that felt more like an ambush. Hoshi stood near the far wall, his posture rigid, his eyes filled with a nervous intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate hope for forgiveness.

"Mingyu said there was a meeting?" you asked, your voice sharp, cutting through the tense silence like a finely honed blade. "Something about a new concept?"

Before Hoshi could respond, the door slammed shut with a resounding thud, the lock clicking into place with an ominous finality. You turned, your eyes widening in disbelief as you realized you were trapped, a pawn in SEVENTEEN's elaborate, and arguably insane, game.

"Mingyu. Mingyu, OPEN THIS DOOR," Hoshi yelled, his voice laced with a desperate urgency, his hands rattling the doorknob with a frantic energy, a silent cry for release. "This isn't funny! You guys are going to regret this! Seriously, open the door!"

"What the hell is this?" you demanded, your voice rising in anger, your eyes flashing with a mixture of confusion and frustration, a silent accusation. "What are you two playing at? Is this some kind of twisted joke? Because if it is, it's not funny."

Hoshi turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and desperation, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to explain. "They locked us in. I don't know why. I swear I had nothing to do with this. I was as surprised as you are."

You crossed your arms, your expression hardening, your eyes narrowed with suspicion, a silent challenge. "They better have a damn good reason. Or I'm going to make them regret they were ever born. I'm going to make sure they learn the meaning of 'prank gone wrong'."

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, a silent battleground of regret and longing. You avoided Hoshi's gaze, your eyes fixed on the locked door, your mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, a tempest of emotions. You were trapped, forced into a confrontation you weren't ready for, a forced reckoning with the past, a painful reminder of shattered dreams.

Hoshi shifted uncomfortably, his eyes searching yours, his expression filled with a raw vulnerability that made your heart ache, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate hope for forgiveness. He looked a mess, his hair disheveled, his sweatshirt oversized, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a nervous vulnerability, a broken mask. He looked like the boy you'd known in university, the boy you had loved, the boy who had broken your heart into a million pieces.

"I… I need to talk to you," he said, his voice barely a whisper, a plea for understanding, a silent confession of his deepest regrets.

"Talk?" you scoffed, your voice laced with sarcasm, your eyes filled with a cold anger, a silent accusation. "Now you want to talk? After seven years of silence? After you shattered me into a million pieces and left me to pick them up myself?"

"I know I messed up," he said, his voice thick with regret, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for forgiveness, a silent cry for absolution. "I know I hurt you. And I'm so sorry. More than you can ever know. More than I can ever express."

"Sorry?" you repeated, your voice laced with bitterness, your eyes filled with a cold anger, a silent accusation of his cruelty. "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Soonyoung. It doesn't erase the pain, the years of emptiness, the nights I spent crying myself to sleep."

"I know," he said, his voice barely audible, his eyes filled with a deep, consuming regret, a silent acknowledgment of his failure, a desperate plea for understanding. "But I need you to understand. I need you to know why I did what I did, why I was such a coward, why I made such a terrible mistake."

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that made your heart ache, a silent confession of his deepest fears. "I was scared," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper, a broken plea for understanding. "I was scared of ruining your life. I was scared of the rumors, of the gossip, of the pressure. I was scared of what it would do to you, of what it would turn you into. I was terrified of dragging you into my chaotic world."

"So you decided to break me instead?" you retorted, your voice sharp, your eyes filled with a cold anger, a silent accusation of his cruelty. "That was your way of protecting me? By destroying me, by erasing me from your life?"

"No," he said, his voice thick with regret, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for understanding, a silent confession of his cowardice. "That was my way of being a coward. I was selfish. I was weak. I was afraid. I was a fool, a complete and utter fool."

He paused, his eyes searching yours, his expression filled with a raw vulnerability, a silent plea for forgiveness, a desperate hope for redemption. "I loved you," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper, a secret he had kept locked away for years, a confession whispered in the darkness, a desperate plea for understanding. "I loved you then, and I love you now. And that's why I pushed you away. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just protecting myself, my own selfish desires my own selfish needs and dreams."

"Protecting me?" you scoffed, your voice laced with disbelief, your eyes filled with a cold anger, a silent accusation of his betrayal. "You broke me, Hoshi. You shattered me into a million pieces. And now, after seven years, you expect me to believe you? That you loved me? That you still do?"

"I don't expect you to believe me," he said, his voice barely audible, his eyes filled with a deep, consuming regret, a silent acknowledgment of his guilt, a desperate plea for understanding. "I just need you to know the truth. I need you to know that I never stopped caring. I never stopped loving you. You were always in my heart, a constant reminder of my mistakes."

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, a silent battleground of regret and longing. You stared at him, your eyes searching his, trying to decipher the truth in his words, trying to reconcile the past with the present. You wanted to believe him, to forgive him, but the pain of the past was a heavy weight, a constant reminder of his betrayal.

"You're so awkward," you said, your voice barely a whisper, a mix of anger and vulnerability, a silent acknowledgment of the lingering affection, a desperate attempt to break the tension. "How are you an idol? How do you command a stage with such… clumsiness?"

Hoshi's face flushed crimson, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, a silent confession of his vulnerability, a desperate attempt to hold onto his composure. "What?"

"You're blushing," you teased, a small smile playing on your lips, a hint of the playful banter that had once defined your relationship, a silent test of his sincerity. "Oh my god. You're a mess. A beautiful, awkward mess."

Hoshi's face flushed even deeper, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and amusement, a silent acknowledgment of your playful jab, a desperate attempt to regain his footing. "Stop it," he mumbled, his voice laced with a playful annoyance, a silent plea for seriousness, a desperate attempt to hide his vulnerability.

"…….Make me," you retorted, a playful glint in your eyes, a flicker of the old you, a silent challenge, a desperate attempt to find a way back to the past.

The tension in the room shifted, the heavy silence replaced by a fragile lightness, a hint of the connection you had once shared, a silent acknowledgment of the lingering spark. You were teasing him, challenging him, testing the waters, trying to gauge the sincerity of his words, trying to find a way back to the past, to a time before the pain.

Hoshi stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, his expression filled with a raw vulnerability, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap. "I'm serious," he said, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. "I love you. I always have. And I always will. And I'm so sorry."

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest, your emotions a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a silent battle between hope and fear, a desperate attempt to find clarity. You wanted to believe him, to forgive him, to fall back into the comfort of his arms. But the pain of the past was a heavy weight, a constant reminder of his betrayal.

"I… I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, your eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear, a silent confession of your confusion, a desperate attempt to find the right words.

"You don't have to say anything," he said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with a gentle tenderness, a silent promise, a desperate hope for understanding. "Just listen. Let me explain. Let me show you."

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, a silent acknowledgment of the lingering connection, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," he said, his voice barely audible, his eyes filled with a deep, consuming regret, a silent confession of his guilt, a desperate plea for redemption. "But I'm begging you, please give me a second chance. Please let me show you that I've changed. Please let me love you again, the way I always should have, the way you deserve."

You closed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest, your emotions a chaotic mix of hope and fear, a silent battle between forgiveness and pain, a desperate attempt to find a way forward. You wanted to believe him, to forgive him, to fall back into the comfort of his arms. But the pain of the past was a heavy weight, a constant reminder of his betrayal.

"I… I love you too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, a confession you had kept locked away for years, a silent acknowledgment of your enduring love, a desperate hope for a future.

A soft smile spread across Hoshi's face, his eyes filled with a gentle tenderness, a flicker of hope igniting within him, a silent promise of redemption, a desperate attempt to hold onto the fragile hope. "Then please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. "Please give me a second chance. Let me prove I’m worthy of you. Let me show you that I’m not the same man I was then."

You opened your eyes, your gaze meeting his, your heart filled with a mixture of hope and fear, a silent acknowledgment of the risk, a desperate attempt to find the courage to believe. You took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly. "I… I don't know," you whispered, your voice barely audible, a silent confession of your vulnerability, a desperate plea for reassurance. "I'm scared. I'm still so scared of getting hurt again."

"I know," he said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with a gentle understanding, a silent promise of patience, a desperate attempt to soothe your fears. "But I promise, I won't hurt you again. I'll spend every day proving that I’m worthy of your love. I’ll cherish you. I’ll protect you. I’ll be the man you deserve."

You went on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against his forehead, a soft, gentle kiss that sealed your fate, a silent promise of a second chance, a desperate hope for a new beginning. "I love you more," you whispered, your voice barely audible, a confession of your enduring love, a silent hope for a future where the pain is replaced with healing.

The dressing room, once a space of tension and conflict, now held the fragile promise of a second chance, a testament to the enduring power of love, a silent hope for a new beginning. Outside, SEVENTEEN waited anxiously, their ears pressed against the door, their hearts pounding in anticipation, a silent prayer for a happy ending. They had taken a risk, a gamble that could have shattered everything. But they had also given their friend a chance, a chance to mend broken hearts, to rewrite the past, and to find love again, a chance to rewrite their story, to create a future where love triumphs over pain.

The past two years had been a masterclass in clandestine romance, a carefully choreographed dance of secrecy and affection, a delicate tightrope walk between their public personas and their private passions. They navigated the treacherous currents of fame and privacy with the stealth of seasoned spies, their love a precious, hidden treasure, known only to the trusted inner sanctum of SEVENTEEN and the ever-discreet staff, who often found themselves acting as unwitting accomplices in their romantic escapades. Every stolen glance across a crowded room, every whispered confession in a dimly lit corner, every clandestine date in the hushed stillness of the night felt like a thrilling act of rebellion against the omnipresent gaze of the world, a delicious defiance of the spotlight.

Dorm life, already a vibrant, chaotic symphony of laughter, mischief, and controlled pandemonium, became the stage for their secret romance, a playground for their intimate moments. Late-night cuddles under the comforting shroud of darkness, stolen kisses in empty practice rooms, the air thick with the lingering scent of sweat and unspoken desires, and whispered confessions amidst the cacophony of SEVENTEEN's antics became their cherished rituals, the secret language of their love, a silent dialogue spoken in stolen moments. You wore his oversized hoodies, the fabric imbued with his familiar scent, a comforting reminder of his presence, a tangible piece of his affection, a silent declaration of ownership. You "borrowed" his snacks, leaving playful, teasing notes in their place, a silent conversation of love and playful challenge, a battle of wits fought with chocolate and chips. He, in turn, left small, carefully chosen gifts on your desk, tokens of his unwavering devotion, a testament to his growing obsession, each gift a silent poem of his affection.

SEVENTEEN, the self-proclaimed guardians of their love, the mischievous Cupids, the chaotic architects of their romance, never missed an opportunity to tease Hoshi, their group chat a constant stream of hilarious commentary, ridiculous scenarios, and thinly veiled innuendos, a digital theater of their affection. Mingyu, the resident mischief-maker, the master of orchestrated chaos, orchestrated elaborate, hilariously awkward "accidental" encounters, while Seungkwan, the drama king of SEVENTEEN, the theatrical commentator of their love, provided a running commentary, complete with exaggerated sighs, melodramatic pronouncements, and theatrical gasps, a live-action soap opera. Jeonghan, the master of subtle manipulation, the puppet master of their romance, subtly nudged you and Hoshi together, his eyes always twinkling with amusement, his lips curved in a knowing smile, a silent conductor of their love story.

"Hyung, you're blushing harder than a tomato that just won a beauty contest and realized it forgot its acceptance speech," Mingyu would text, accompanied by a close-up picture of Hoshi's flushed face, his eyes wide with barely concealed affection, his cheeks burning crimson.

"When's the wedding? I'm free on Tuesday. I'll bring the rice cakes, the doves, and the emotional support," Seungkwan would add, followed by a string of laughing emojis, his words dripping with playful sarcasm, his tone a theatrical pronouncement.

"Just admit it, Soonyoung-ah, you're whipped. Utterly, completely, and irrevocably whipped. And we love to see it," Jeonghan would chime in, his words laced with playful affection, his eyes sparkling with amusement, his tone a gentle ribbing. "It’s your aesthetic now."

Hoshi, despite his valiant attempts to maintain a facade of composure, a mask of idol cool, couldn't hide his adoration, his growing worship of you, his every action a testament to his devotion. His eyes would soften, his gaze lingering whenever you were near, his laughter would become a gentle melody, a soft symphony of love, and his touch would linger a moment too long, a silent plea for more, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between their private and public lives. He was a man utterly consumed by love, a fact that both amused and delighted his bandmates, a testament to the power of your love, a love that burned brighter than any stage light.

Then came the infamous drunken live broadcast, a chaotic, hilarious event that would forever be etched in SEVENTEEN's lore, a legendary night of drunken confessions and unbridled chaos, a moment of pure, unfiltered Hoshi. Celebrating a hard-won award, the members, fueled by celebratory drinks and high spirits, decided to go live, their laughter echoing through the dorm, their energy infectious, their inhibitions lowered.

"I wanna get married in my 30s," Hoshi slurred, his eyes glazed with alcohol and adoration, his words a drunken confession, a testament to his deepest desires, a public declaration of his love. "I already found the love of my life. She's my best choice. My absolute best. The most amazing woman in the world. A goddess among women. A queen among mortals."

The chat exploded, a digital firestorm of shocked and excited comments, a tsunami of disbelief, curiosity, and playful teasing, a chaotic symphony of online reactions.

[50,000+ viewers] "WAIT WHAT?"

"WHO IS SHE?! SPILL THE TEA!"

"OH MY GOD HE EXPOSED HIMSELF. GET THE RING READY. AND THE DIVORCE PAPERS, JUST IN CASE."

"Hoshi-hyung, are you okay? Need some water? Or maybe a reality check? Or a therapist?" Mingyu asked, his eyes wide with mock concern, a mischievous glint in their depths, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm, his tone a theatrical performance.

"Never been better," Hoshi declared, his voice slurred but filled with drunken confidence, his eyes filled with a drunken adoration, his words a testament to his unwavering love. "She's perfect. Absolutely perfect. A goddess among women. I don't deserve her. I worship the ground she walks on. She's my universe."

The members exchanged amused glances, their expressions a mix of amusement, disbelief, and a touch of genuine affection, a silent acknowledgment of his unwavering devotion. They knew Hoshi's affection for you ran deep, a love that burned brighter than any stage light, but they hadn't expected him to reveal it to the world in such a spectacular, hilariously chaotic fashion, a drunken masterpiece of confession.

The next morning, Hoshi woke up with a pounding headache, a dry mouth, and a sinking feeling in his stomach, a potent cocktail of regret and embarrassment, a hangover of epic proportions. He vaguely remembered the live broadcast, the laughter, the drinks, but the details were hazy, shrouded in a fog of alcohol-induced amnesia, a blurry montage of drunken declarations.

"Hyung… you kinda… announced your relationship. To the entire world. And called her a goddess. And a queen. And your universe," Mingyu said, his voice laced with amusement, his eyes twinkling with mischief, his grin wide and devilish, his tone a playful accusation.

Hoshi's eyes widened in horror, his face draining of all color, his skin turning a shade of pale that rivaled the moon. "What? No, I didn't. I wouldn't… I'm a professional, I know better. I have self control."

"Oh, but you did," Seungkwan chimed in, holding up his phone, the screen displaying a clip of Hoshi's drunken, yet surprisingly eloquent, confession, a digital testament to his love. "And it's glorious. The stuff of legends. You even serenaded her with a half-remembered ballad, hyung. It was… something."

You walked into the room, a mischievous glint in your eyes, a playful smile playing on your lips, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm, your tone a theatrical challenge. "So when's the wedding? I want kids by the way. And I'm free this weekend. My schedule is wide open for a honeymoon. Preferably somewhere with a beach. Or an island. Or both."

Hoshi's face flushed crimson, a wave of panic washing over him, a desperate attempt to regain his composure. He stammered, his words a jumbled mess of apologies, denials, and desperate pleas for forgiveness, a chaotic symphony of incoherent sounds. "I… I didn't mean to… I was drunk… I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."

He pinned you down on the couch, his voice a low, husky murmur in your ear, a mix of playful threats, whispered apologies, and a hint of possessiveness, a desperate attempt to regain control. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're going to pay for this. I'm going to make you regret every single teasing word. I'm going to worship you until you forget your own name."

Then, as quickly as the storm had arrived, he transformed into a cuddly tiger cub, burying his face in your neck, his voice a soft murmur, a desperate plea for reassurance, a silent cry for forgiveness. "Just… don't leave me. Please. I was just being honest. Drunk, but honest. And really, really in love."

"??? HOW DID WE GET HERE," you thought, laughing, a mixture of amusement and affection swirling within you, a chaotic blend of love and exasperation, a silent acknowledgment of his adorable madness. "He's such a mess. But he's my mess. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

The aftermath of Hoshi's drunken confession was a whirlwind of chaos and amusement, a digital circus of reactions, a chaotic symphony of online chatter. The hashtag #HoshiDatingScandal trended on Twitter, a chaotic mix of shocked reactions, supportive messages, hilarious memes, and even a few marriage proposals, a digital testament to his popularity. The members, true to their chaotic nature, fueled the fire, posting cryptic tweets, teasing Hoshi relentlessly, and generally reveling in the glorious mess, a digital celebration of their friendship.

"He's in love, and he doesn't care who knows it. The fool. The beautiful, utterly smitten fool," Jeonghan tweeted, accompanied by a winking emoji, his words dripping with amusement, his tone a gentle ribbing.

"Someone get this man a ring, and a good lawyer. And maybe a muzzle," Mingyu added, followed by a string of laughing emojis, his words laced with playful sarcasm, his tone a theatrical pronouncement.

"I'm officiating the wedding. I've already picked out my outfit. It's a black sequined jumpsuit, with wings. And a tiara. And I'm bringing backup dancers," Seungkwan declared, his words laced with dramatic flair, his expression a picture of theatrical grandeur, his tone a performance.

Hoshi, despite his initial panic, his red face, and his stammering apologies, couldn't help but smile. He had accidentally revealed his deepest secret, the love that consumed him, but he didn't regret it. He loved you, and he wanted the world to know, even if it meant enduring a tidal wave of teasing and chaos, a digital tsunami of reactions. The chaos was a small price to pay for the happiness he had found with you, for the love that made his life complete, a love that was as chaotic and beautiful as SEVENTEEN themselves.

The digital world erupted in a frenzy of speculation and excitement. #HoshiDatingScandal dominated trending topics worldwide, a chaotic mix of supportive messages, angry outbursts, and wild rumors swirling across social media platforms. Fans dissected every word of Hoshi's drunken declaration, scrutinizing old interviews, searching for clues, and creating elaborate theories about your identity.

Some fans, the staunch defenders of Hoshi's privacy, expressed outrage at the invasion of his personal life, demanding respect and understanding. Others, the more possessive and obsessive ones, launched a vitriolic attack, their words laced with jealousy and anger, their targets aimed squarely at you.

"Who does she think she is?"

"She's just using him for fame."

"Hoshi deserves better."

The comments, sharp and cruel, pierced through the carefully constructed walls you had built around yourself. They echoed the whispers of the past, the rumors that had haunted your university days, the pain you had tried so hard to bury.

SEVENTEEN's company, usually quick to issue statements and control the narrative, remained uncharacteristically silent. The members, aware of the delicate situation and Hoshi's genuine affection for you, urged the company to handle the situation with care. They were prepared to defend Hoshi, to support his decision, to stand by his side, no matter the consequences.

The silence from the company fueled the online frenzy, adding fuel to the fire of speculation and rumors. The media, ever hungry for a sensational story, hounded you and Hoshi, their intrusive questions and flashing cameras a constant reminder of the public's intense scrutiny.

Amidst the chaos, you found yourself receiving support from the most unexpected places. Fellow stylists, designers, and industry professionals, many of whom had witnessed your talent and professionalism firsthand, spoke out in your defense, praising your work ethic and integrity.

"She's one of the most talented and dedicated stylists I've ever worked with," one designer tweeted. "These rumors are baseless and unfair."

"I've worked with her on several projects," a photographer added. "She's always been professional and respectful. This backlash is disgusting."

Even some fans, the more rational and open-minded ones, started to rally behind you, their supportive messages a beacon of hope amidst the negativity.

"If Hoshi is happy, we should be happy for him."

"Let's not spread hate. It's not what SEVENTEEN would want."

Hoshi, despite the pressure and the scrutiny, remained steadfast in his support for you. He publicly acknowledged his relationship, his words filled with sincerity and affection, his voice unwavering.

"I love her," he declared in a live broadcast, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. "And I will not apologize for that. She is a wonderful person, and she deserves all the love and support in the world."

His words, honest and heartfelt, silenced some of the negativity, but the tension remained. The aftermath of his drunken confession had thrown your lives into a whirlwind, a chaotic storm of public scrutiny and conflicting opinions.

You and Hoshi leaned on each other, finding strength and comfort in your shared love. You navigated the storm together, hand in hand, determined to protect your relationship from the prying eyes of the world.

The members of SEVENTEEN, your loyal and chaotic support system, were there every step of the way, offering unwavering support, playful teasing, and much-needed laughter. They were your family, your friends, your confidants, and they would do anything to protect you both.

"We got your back, hyung," Mingyu said, his voice firm, his eyes filled with a fierce loyalty.

"Don't let the haters get you down," Seungkwan added, his words laced with dramatic flair, his expression a picture of theatrical support.

"Just focus on each other," Jeonghan advised, his voice soft, his eyes filled with a gentle wisdom.

The journey ahead would be challenging, but you and Hoshi were ready to face it together. Your love, born in secrecy and nurtured in chaos, was strong enough to withstand any storm.

-- The End

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xinganhao · 2 months ago

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miscommunication too much communication 🗣️ soonyoung x reader.

an expansion from svt x reverse tropes. dedicated to @totomoshi, my love! ♡

FROM THE ORIGINAL POST

it's a little too hard to keep up with the string of confessions bursting out of soonyoung. the whiplash is dizzying, how he's going from talking about the way he felt when he first saw you, the crush that's been festering for weeks, the dream he had of you last night— and, oh, now he's on his knees. "soonyoung, please get up," you urge, horrified, but he stays on the ground. "isn't honesty the best policy?" he asks, eyes blown wide with overwhelming sincerity as he looks up at you. "c'mon, give me a shot! please, please, please!"

soonyoung who spams you with texts throughout the day. doesn't matter if you're on 'do not disturb'. he will hit that 'notify anyway' option, regardless of whether the text is load-bearing or not. you're lucky to get less than 20 texts in a day. his personal best is somewhere around 159 in a single day, which he's rather proud about.

soonyoung who will keep you on facetime for a minimum of three hours. he'll have you on call the entire night if he can manage, up until he gets that notification that his percentage is below 20 percent. waking up to the snoozing blonde on the other end of your long-forgotten video call is no longer a new sight.

soonyoung who will talk, and talk, and talk to you, no matter where you are. in a cafe? his hands are flying around animatedly as he gives you a play-by-play of his day. on the couch of your apartment? even better— he'll be playing all cute, trying to cuddle up in your personal space as he literally chats your ear off.

soonyoung listens as much as he speaks. you might think he doesn't, but he has a mental catalogue of every little thing you throw his way. a passing comment about your favorite candy as a child. that long-winded rant about an acquaintance you can't stand. he knows your coffee order, which shade of nail polish is your favorite, the songs that always make you cry. he is a wikipedia page of all things you.

soonyoung who is honest, because that's part of 'too much communication', isn't it? it's not quite bluntness; it's transparency. he's always gentle when admitting that you've hurt his feelings, or that he's been feeling a little lonely, missing you a lot more lately. one look at his face and you can already tell what he's about to say before he says it.

but you never have to guess. there are no mind games with soonyoung. he will dull the edges if he has to. he will agonize about how to break it, but he will break it to you, because he values the truth just as much as he cares for you.

soonyoung who is struck dumb when you confess to him, when you give him that piece of your heart that he's been patiently waiting on. he had imagined this moment; practiced his reaction in the bathroom mirror, even. he thought he'd be cool. maybe a bit suave. thank you. tell you that he reciprocated. instead, he finds himself robbed of every single thought clanging in his brain.

soonyoung is a man of many words, and yet you make him speechless.

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himewonu · 3 days ago

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CRASH COURSE IN COWARDS ; kwon soonyoung

one : he’s in daniel

mlist | prev ; next

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straylightdream · 3 days ago

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busy woman - teaser

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kwon soonyoung x afb.reader

Yeah, I'm a busy woman. I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night. But if you want my kisses. I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming soon

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4K

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: needy soonyoung, mc can be quite bitchy

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, so much kissing, oral (fem rec), mentions of rough sex, car sex, mentions of being sore from overstimulation, passionate sex, cockwarming, quickie (it’s not really quick) anal/anal play mentioned. Nickname:

Baby girl, baby, darling, honey, sweet cheeks, ice queen (hers) baby, baby boy, tiger boy, soonie (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐚𝐧: inspired by the song of the same name by Sabrina carpenter

-PREVIEW-

The original plan was you were going to hold out on having sex with him until the one month mark. The problem was he’s too charming and adorable for his own good. By the third date you found yourself riding him in the backseat of his car. His hands touched anywhere they could reach as he moaned your name like a prayer.

At the three week mark you met his friends, and suddenly things started to feel more serious. That night when he intended to drop you off he like he always did. This time just decided to let a little confession slip passed his lips.

“Baby, I like you so much.”

“Baby?” You cock your head to the side. You’ve never been one for pet names. But the way he says it gives you butterflies

“You’re my baby. Unless you hate that name. If so, I can call you something else. Honey, darling, sweet cheeks.” He’s now rambling on like an idiot. You might have broken him with little effort.

“I like baby.”

A huge smile forms on his lips causing his eyes to squint. “Baby.”

“Sweet cheeks?” There is no way you can’t bring up that absolute terrible nickname.

Reaching up he pinches your cheek lightly. “You have the sweetest cheeks.”

Before Soonyoung you don’t think there is a single man on this planet that could get away with pinching your cheek and saying that. Narrowing your eyes at him. He pulls away quickly knowing he’s absolutely playing with fire.

“You’re lucky I like you too, Soonyoung.”

“You like me back? He says it like you haven’t been having a sleepover for the last week.

“Kwon Soonyoung, I like you a lot. Just remember if you ever make me feel unwanted or hurt me once. It’s absolutely over.” You knew deep down inside he would never do that. You just needed to make sure it was extremely clear to him.

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pochaccoups · 6 months ago

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things you do that make svt bust quick (nsfw)

seungcheol —; tell him how good he’s doing

he’s a leo male… please stroke his ego.

tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him “right there,” and “keep going,” and to do it “just like that.”

stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.

be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. don’t be shy about it. it’ll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.

jeonghan —; beg

everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someone—so imagine what he gets like when you’re writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.

“what is it, pretty?” he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. it’s torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him it’s worthwhile.

“wanna cum, hannie,” you whimper.

“hm… i don’t know if i should let you yet,” he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you don’t miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.

“please, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. i’ve been so good,” you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.

you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and he’s sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum after that.

joshua —; make eye contact

his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, he’d tell you that it was gazing into your irises.

it’s also his biggest weakness. from the way you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though you’re only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.

when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesn’t stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.

heat washes over his whole body, he’s gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.

jun —; put his fingers in your mouth

when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.

the effect you have on him is dangerous, because you’re equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and you’re not afraid to show him.

and you love his hands, he knows you do—knows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.

jun’s mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like he’s praying to you, all the while you’re sucking on his finger like a devil.

hoshi —; scratch him

he’s a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.

when he’s got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you can—fingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.

your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.

the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. what’s even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.

wonwoo —; cry

you’re such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already overstimulated—“but baby, i haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he’ll coo.

like it’s your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.

by the time he does get inside you, you’re gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because he’s so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that it’s dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends he’s not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.

your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.

woozi —; pull his hair

he’s been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, it’s backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shoulders—and still he doesn’t plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.

when his face is between your legs you’re nothing short of a feral animal—your hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (it’s because he’s about to cream his pants).

when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.

dokyeom —; hold his hand

a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.

he’s losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he can’t bare to look at you—he needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesn’t cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.

and when he fucks you it’s no different—it’s him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, there’s nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.

mingyu —; take control

he’s big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.

but that’s exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.

you can’t exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or you’ll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.

you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and he’ll do just that—and as soon as you utter the words, he’s gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.

minghao —; whisper in his ear

minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him he’s entranced, and he’s always been more of a listener than a talker, and it’s perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.

your voice—minghao’s kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when he’s got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when he’s overseas and he can’t call you. maybe he’ll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.

the final blow is when you’re getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. “please, hao, i’m so close,” you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. “you are too, right? cum for me, please. i’ll cum for you too.”

so he does just that—minghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.

seungkwan —; wrap your legs around him

it’s a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he can’t, constant physical touch is the next best thing.

he likes to think he has relatively good self-control…most of the time. like when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, he’s incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.

somehow he never sees it coming—when your arms are snaked around his neck and you’re holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. “cum inside me, seungkwannie?”

and it’s not like he has much choice with the way you’ve trapped him inside of you, but that’s the very reason why the next second he’s pumping you full, because when it’s you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?

vernon —; touch yourself

it’s not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks you’re the hottest thing alive and he’s so enamoured with you that it’s too much for him sometimes, but you best believe he’ll put his all into holding out just for you.

there are times, however, where he’s just a man. and what’s a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?

and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?

dino —; say ‘i love you’

another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you… the list of things he is around you is endless.

it shows in the way he fucks you—always takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.

where he really doesn’t stand a chance however is when he’s bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with you—so close you’re practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.

his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one another’s sweat and gasps for air. “i love you,” you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.

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emocheol · 1 year ago

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seventeen when you call them by their name

instead of a pet name

a/n: i forgot how long writing 13 different scenarios takes T-T

seungcheol

after a long day of practice cheol entered your shared apartment late at night.

even though he was trying to be quiet you still heard the click of the front door and his fumbling around in the entryway. so you decided to get up and greet him.

“seungcheol?” you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you walked out of your bedroom.

he was so taken aback by his name that he didn't even reply for a good 30 seconds.

“i'm sorry for being home late,” he frowned, “don't be mad.” he whined softly, thinking you were upset with him. why else would you use his full name?

you looked at him quizzically and slotted yourself in his arms, he seemed to relax significantly at your touch.

“i'm not mad, what makes you think that?” you questioned, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

“you called me seungcheol,” he pouted, “what happened to baby?” his pout intensified, his lip jutting out further.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, “i’m sorry, baby,” you teased, emphasizing the pet name, “i didn't know you liked it that much,” you cooed, putting your hands on his cheeks and smushing his face.

“don't tease me,” he grumbled, pretending to be upset, which just elicited another laugh from your end.

“fine, fine,” you said with your hands raised, mocking a surrender, “let's go to bed, baby, you've had a long day,” you suggested, pecking his lips and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

jeonghan

you had been basking in jeonghan's company all day. it was a rare off-day for the idol and you spent every second possible with your boyfriend.

you were currently in one of your lulls of conversation, just sitting in comfortable silence on two different ends the couch while you both scrolled on your phones.

you saw a funny video while scrolling and knew your boyfriend would love it so you looked over at him and called his name.

“hey, jeonghan? look at this video,” you giggled, holding your phone screen in his direction.

but your boyfriend didn't pay you any mind. thinking he didn't hear you, you called for him a little louder.

“jeonghan? hello?” you scooted closer to him on the couch when you went unanswered again.

you poked his cheek and turned his head to make him look at you when he still didn’t answer.

“hello?” you questioned, noticing his nonchalant expression.

“oh? were you talking to me?”he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“yes? i said your name twice!” you whined, knowing he heard you but he was clearly ignoring you.

“no, you said ‘jeonghan,’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers, "and that's not my name," he pouted finally, showing a side of him that you didn't often see.

you realized what he was talking about and tried to hide a grin at his demeanor, “aww, i'm sorry, let me try again,” you cooed, going back to your previous side of the couch to reset.

“hannie... my angel, my sweetheart, my precious?” you tried, “come look at this video,” you laughed, his attention already on you as you listed your names for him.

“of course, my love,” he smiled, getting up from his spot and cuddling up to your side, “look at how easy that was,” he whispered, plucking your phone from your hands and watching the video that you had pulled up.

he pulled you into his arms and nuzzled his cheek against your head, scrolling and looking at more videos with you. “you're crazy,” you said with a laugh, pressing a kiss against his cheek, but you wouldn't want it any other way.

joshua

“joshua?” you called out from the kitchen while you were making dinner. he had been playing video games in the living room ever since his practice was over.

hearing his full name from you made his ears perk up and he quickly shut off his game, rushing to the kitchen.

“love?” he asked softly, putting his hand on your shoulder, already thinking he had upset you he didn't want to anger you further. “is everything okay?” he asked tentatively, testing the waters.

“huh? yeah, joshua, everything's fine can you just-”you said as you stirred the pot on the stove, not looking up at him while you were focused on perfecting the food.

but, when he heard his full name again and the classic 'everything's fine' line he quickly jumped to conclusions and deduced that everything was not fine.

he cut you off before you could finish talking and immediately went into apologizing.

“i’m sorry, love, i don't know what i did to make you upset but i'll fix it, okay?” he said with a weary smile, still with his hand on your shoulder, “was i on the game for too long? did you want me to help you cook? was i too loud?” he rambled, facepalming as he thought he had messed something up and made you mad.

as he rambled you slowly started to look over at him, his words confusing you to no end.

“why would i be upset?” you asked, looking at him as if he was crazy, which he was.

“what?” he questioned back, “you called me joshua and you haven't looked at me and you said everything was ‘fine’, that's like textbook upset partner.” he said, as if it was totally obvious.

you blinked at him a few times before you burst out laughing, “god, babe, you're hilarious!” you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder as you laughed. now it was joshua's turn to be confused since he was positive that you were upset.

“you’re not upset?” he questioned, you shook your head as your answer while you were still doubled over laughing, “why did you call me over then?” he asked.

you pointed to the glass jar on the counter next to you after you had composed yourself, “i was going to ask you to open that jar, dummy,” you teased.

joshua blew out a breath and quickly opened the jar with ease, “that's... it?” he questioned.

“yeah, that's it, you can go play your game some more,” you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“but you called me joshua...” he grumbled, you never called him joshua!

“which is your name, if i’m not mistaken,” you pointed out, pinching his cheek. he swatted at your hand and groaned.

he opened his mouth to start complaining more before you quickly stopped him. “okay, okay, i’m sorry babe, you can go play your game again.”

joshua gave you a firm nod, as if he was finally satisfied with your name for him. “okay. let me know if you need anything.” he grinned, kissing your head and then strolling back to the living room.

“you’re a child,” you whispered to yourself, continuing dinner with a smile on your face.

“but you love me!” he called back, somehow hearing you. well, he’s not wrong.

jun

‘thanks, junhui!’

that was the text that you had sent your boyfriend after he told you he bought you a book from the town he was currently in on tour.

he loved gift giving and he knew you loved books so he scoured every bookshop in the town to find the perfect book for you. he excitedly sent you a picture of the book he bought and that was your reply to it.

it made his head spin with reasons of why you could be mad at him.

calling him ‘jun’ was already a rarity in your relationship, but ‘junhui’? he wasn’t sure you’d ever called him that.

‘are you mad at me?’ he texted back, getting straight to the point.

you took nearly 10 minutes to reply, 10 agonizing minutes for jun.

‘not at all, i’ll see you when you get home’ was your response.

now this reply made him absolutely spiral, good thing he was returning home today. but because of your replies to him he made a few extra stops before hopping on the plane.

when you finally arrived back home from work you opened the door and was met with your sheepish looking boyfriend and what looked like a mountain of books behind him.

“babe! what are you doing here? and what is with all the books?” you exclaimed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

jun was taken aback by your reaction, his mind stuck on the thought that you were mad at him. “i thought you were upset with the book i got you… so i kind of bought as many as i could fit in my luggage to make up for it,” he said, his cheeks slowly turning red when he realized you really weren’t mad at him.

you pulled your head back and gave him a look, “what made you think i was mad?” you asked, pulling away and starting to pick up the different books that were piling up on your coffee table.

“you called me junhui…” he whispered, saying it out loud made him feel stupid, it was just a name, his name in fact.

“are you saying that you bought me a hundred books because i called you by your first name?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

he nodded his head sheepishly.

“you are too cute!” you exclaimed, giving him another tight hug, “for the record, i’d tell you if i was mad at you,” you made sure to clarify.

“okay…” he said softly, looking at the absurd amount of books, “should i return all of these now, or-” he began to speak before you cut him off.

“absolutely not,” you said quickly, snatching a book and sitting on the couch beginning to read.

jun slowly made his way next to you and laid his head in your lap, getting comfy while you read aloud to him.

hoshi

“honey?” you called out in your apartment, waiting for hoshi to reply to you. you needed help folding the laundry and hoshi was always eager to help you do whatever you needed.

you heard a distant, “give me a minute!” come from your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was no doubt playing video games again.

you rolled your eyes at his response and started folding the laundry on your own, giving him a few minutes before calling for him again. “honey? i need your help out here,” you called again, waiting to hear his footsteps.

but instead you got another, “just a sec!” which made you pull out the big guns. hoshi hated you calling him by his name, he said he sounded like you were scolding him. but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“kwon soonyoung! i said i need your help!” you called out even louder than before, knowing that would get him.

once his name left your mouth you heard fumbling coming from the room and the door opening quickly, his feet slapped against the floor as he ran over to you.

he already had the expression of a kicked puppy, “i told you not to call me that!” he pouted, standing in front of you.

you gave him a look and pointed at the spot on the couch next to you, “sit,” you said simply. of course, he followed with no question.

“‘m sorry!” he whined when you wouldn’t talk to him, “i was doing really well! you know how hard that game is, and we were winning!” he tried to explain, sloppily folding clothes next to you as he rambled.

“soonyoung?” you said, cutting him off with his name again.

“what,” he said with a frown.

“just fold the damn laundry,” you said with a sigh, grabbing the clothes that he had folded and redoing it properly.

“you’re scary when you’re mad…” he whispered, starting to fold every item of clothing meticulously so you didn’t have anything to be upset with.

he spent the rest of the day giving you his undivided attention and trying to make up for making you upset.

when you finally called him ‘honey’ at the end of the night his face lit up and you forgot why you were even mad with him in the first place.

wonwoo

you were out shopping with wonwoo when something caught your eye from the window of a store. you tugged on your boyfriends coat sleeve.

“wonwoo-” you started, but you were quickly cut off.

“try again.” he said simply, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“wonwoo?” you questioned, tugging his arm again and making him stop walking.

“try again.” he repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending to scroll on it.

“wonwoo, what are you-” he cut you off once again with a look.

“one more time, sweetheart,” he said, pointing you in the right direction. this made it click in your head and you just scoffed.

“babe?” you tried, finally his attention turned towards you and he showed off his award winning smile.

“yes, sweetheart? what do you need?” he asked, his voice sweet as honey.

“you're impossible,” you laughed, “i want to go into that store,” you pointed at the clothing store next to where you were stopped.

“then let's go,” he grinned, pulling your hand and leading you into the store, “you know if you call me by my name people might not think we're together,” he said as if it was an obvious fact.

“we're literally holding hands and wearing matching outfits,” you pointed out, which just earned a shrug from your boyfriend as he started grabbing different pieces of clothing that he thought would look good on you.

sure, he was a subtle guy, but he wanted everyone to know that you were his.

woozi

“jihoon, i'm home,” you called out into the apartment. you had a meeting that lasted much longer than usual and it was already dark out when you returned.

your boyfriend had been home all day and by the smell of fresh food you could tell that he had been cooking.

you slipped off your shoes in the entry way and tossed your bag on the couch before slipping into the kitchen and coming up behind your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder while he stirred the pot in front of him.

“jihoon?” he questioned, scrunching up his face at the mention of his full name. he didn't hate when you said his name, you just never did. “what're you calling me that for?” he asked directly, not assuming anything.

“i realized i don't call you by name, do you not like it?”you asked, lifting your head up and looking over at him, your arms still around him.

“i don't mind, i'm just used to baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “or babe,” another kiss, “love, sweetheart, honey, my one and only,” he listed, pressing a kiss to your face in between each pet name.

you couldn't help but smile at the affection you were receiving from your boyfriend, you pressed a few kisses to his cheek in return and let him resume his cooking while you watched from a seat at the island.

“but you're okay with jihoon?” you asked, wanting to make sure.

“i’m okay with you calling me jihoon,” he said, turning over his shoulder to look at you, “but don't use it too much.” he said, giving you a pointed look.

he wouldn't say it out loud but he loved the sweet pet names you gave him, even the ridiculous ones.

minghao

“what did i do?” was the first words your boyfriend uttered when he walked into your shared home.

you looked up from your spot on the couch and tilted your head at him. “what do you mean?” you questioned, not understanding him.

“i mean, i can tell you're mad so i give you permission to yell at me, just tell me what i did first.” minghao said, bracing himself for whatever you would say to him. by no means did you fight often but whenever you got angry at him he would take it.

“i’m not mad at you,” you said, opening your arms, waiting for your boyfriend to join you on the couch. when he didn't come over you deadpanned, “well now i'm mad that you're not cuddling me.” you joked, waiting for him to come over.

he slowly walked over to you and pulled you against his chest, giving you a cautious look.

“then what was up with that text?” he questioned, pulling out his phone, “you said, and i quote, just wait until you get home, minghao,” he recited, “when have you ever called me by my first name?” he said like it was obvious.

“oh! i made your favorite dessert!” you said with a happy smile, pointing to the kitchen where his treat was freshly made and waiting on the counter.

his face went soft at your happy mood and he gave you a short kiss, “thanks, love,“ he said softly, “but your text did not make it sound like that.” he chuckled.

“oh right, i didn't want to give anything away so i called you minghao, was that too mean?” you asked, hoping you didn't make him worry.

he sighed with a smile and shook his head, “just a bit,” he said honestly, “you never call me minghao,” he pouted, half jokingly but also half seriously.

“i’m sorry, love,” you said, kissing his cheek, “i won't scare you like that again,” you teased, jumping up from the couch and pulling him up with you.

“come eat! i made it all for you,” you said with a smile, leading him to the kitchen and plating his dessert with a smile.

mingyu

mingyu had a cold. and when mingyu got sick he got dramatic. he was currently cuddled up in bed while you took care of him.

you would take his temperature, give him medicine, cook him some soup, and keep him as comfortable as possible while you worked from home.

“mingyu, do you want some soup?” you asked softly, pushing his hair off of his forehead and feeling for a temperature.

his eyes shot open and his lip jutted out. “mingyu?” he questioned softly, “why are you calling me mingyu?” his voice wobbled a bit. but can you blame him? he’s a sensitive man.

“because that’s your name, baby, you don’t like it?” you asked, holding his hand, your voice softened at your boyfriend.

he shook his head at your question, he was always ‘baby’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘gyu’.

“sorry, baby,” you cooed, “but do you want any soup?” you asked again, hoping it would fix his mood.

“don’t want soup, i want a kiss,” he said with a little mischievous smile, then puckering his lips.

you rolled your eyes, he knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially since he was sick and was on the verge of tears after you called him his first name. “you’re such a baby,” you groaned, “if i get sick it’s your fault,” you reminded him.

“then it’ll be my turn to take care of you,” he said as if it was obvious, leaning up a bit and catching your lips with his.

sure, mingyu was a big baby. but he was your big baby.

dk had been stuck in practice all day while you had a free day. so, being the loving and doting partner that you were you decided to make your boyfriend some dinner. which also included making dinner for his 12 bandmates, but you didn’t mind. you were like a big family.

you were let into the building and made your way to their practice room, hands full of bags carrying multiple different containers full of food.

the boys were all sitting around the room during a break and you popped your head inside, leaving the bags in the hallway.

a few people looked over at you when you opened the door, but every head snapped your way when you opened your mouth.

“seokmin?” you asked, which caused some murmurs among the group.

dk couldn’t remember the last time he was called that name.

‘you better fix whatever you did wrong’ ‘why is she mad at you?’ ‘what did you do?’ different members began to ask all at once to your boyfriend, sending him into even deeper of a panic.

he jumped to his feet and made his way over to you. you didn’t look mad at him, but now he was worried. he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you into the hallway and closed the door to the practice room behind you.

“is everything okay? did i leave something on at home? did i forget to take out the trash?” he asked seriously, thinking of what he could’ve possibly done to elicit you calling him his first name.

you gave him a look in response, furrowing your eyebrows at his rambling. “no… i made you guys food,” you explained, pointing to all the bags on the floor by the two of you, “was just asking you to help me bring it in.”

“huh?” your boyfriend questioned, looking at the bags and then back up to you. “why’d you call me seokmin, then? i haven’t heard that name in ages!” he whined, tugging at your hand.

“oh? i texted jeonghan and told him i was coming over, he told me to call you seokmin,” you laughed, not thinking that he was going to take it that much to heart.

dk sighed and grabbed the bags, pecking your cheek, “thank you for dinner,” he said softly, opening the door to go back into the practice room with you trailing behind him.

his members all looked over and started laughing, apparently they were in on it too.

“you guys suck!” he groaned, “i’m keeping all this food to myself now,” he said childishly, hoarding all the bags by the two of you and trying to keep everyone else away.

eventually he caved and you all ate together, everyone thanking you and still poking fun at your boyfriend.

seungkwan

“seungkwan,” you tried to get your boyfriends attention, standing across the kitchen island from him.

his eyes left his phone and found yours, narrowing in the process. he didn’t say anything so you frowned.

“seungkwan?” he continued to stare at you and you grew slightly agitated since he was seemingly ignoring you.

“can you reply?” you asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.

“i’m just waiting for you to get it right,” he said, mirroring your body language and the amount of sass.

his words only confused you more. “get what right? you’re crazy,” you mumbled, basically having a staring contest with him.

seungkwan just scoffed and rolled his eyes, “my name! i’m waiting for you to get my name right,” he said as if it was obvious. “i am not ‘seungkwan’ to you.” he explained, putting his name in quotations with his fingers.

“are you waiting for me to call you sweetie?” you asked finally, a smile slowly starting to spread on your face. your boyfriend may be a little sassy but he was truly a sweetheart.

“maybe,” he replied simply, his arms still crossed as he waited.

you hummed at his response and then made your way around the island to hug him. “alright, sweetie, i was just going to ask where you wanted to eat tonight,” you grinned, pressing a few sweet kisses on his cheek.

his attitude instantly melted away at the pet name and he pulled you closer to him, “wherever you want, angel,” he replied simply.

it was that easy.

vernon

vernon isn't phased by much. but he does get a little salty when you use his first name on him. he says it sounds too much like a mother scolding him. so, of course, you tease him with it sometimes.

“hansol! can you come to the living room?” you called out in your home, not sure which room he was in.

soon you heard his footsteps and he walked into the room with a scrunched up face.

“yes, darling?” he exaggerated his pet name for you, hoping you'd get the hint.

you spun around in a circle and posed, showing off your new outfit to your boyfriend.

“what do you think? you like my new outfit?” you asked with a blinding smile, posing in a few different ways as your boyfriend watched.

“i think it looks lovely, babe,” he exaggerated again.

“thank you, hansol,” you replied with a sweet smile.

“you look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he tried again.

“thank you, hansol,” you repeated, trying to keep your laugh at bay.

“positively perfect, my love.”

“i appreciate it, hansol.”

“absolutely stunning, angel.”

“you’re too kind, hansol.”

“that’s it, i’m ignoring you for the rest of the day.” he finally said after surveying you for a few minutes. he turned on his heel and walked back to your shared bedroom.

“no!” you called after him, “i’m just joking,” you said in between laughs as you walked fast behind him to catch up.

he shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at his desk, continuing his previous task before you had called him to the living room.

“don’t be sulky now, i was teasing,” you pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders and turning his chair to face you.

“it’s fine, y/n,” he said with a grin, now using your own name back as revenge.

“hey! you can’t call me that!” you whined in response.

“watch me.” he smirked, flicking your forehead gently.

oh how the tables have turned.

dino

this man rarely hears his name from anyone. it’s always ‘dino’ from his friends and ‘honey’ from you.

so when you started calling for ‘chan’ while you were asleep it made his heart break.

‘who is chan?’ he thought to himself, you couldn’t be cheating on him with another guy. right? you wouldn’t do that, he knows you.

but still, once the thought got placed into his head (by no one but himself) he couldn’t help but shake it.

the next morning he was nervous, he didn’t know how to confront you, or what he would do if his suspicions were correct. so while you were making breakfast for the two of you he mustered up the courage to go into the kitchen and talk to you.

“good morning, honey,” you said with a cheery smile, noticing him right away as he made his way next to you. you caught his lips with a quick peck but noticed that he seemed a little tense. “something wrong?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

dino just wrung his hands together and frowned. “do you have something to tell me?” he asked softly, already feeling on the verge of tears as he looked down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.

“no? what’s this about?” you asked, turning the heat down on the stove so you could give him more of your attention.

“i just,” he started, “well um…” he tried again, “i heard you talking in your sleep and you were calling out for some guy named ‘chan’ and i know wouldn’t cheat on me or anything but who is chan?” his words spilled out of him and he was talking a mile a minute while you looked at him, your eyes widening.

he was bracing himself for the answer to his question, ready for the worst.

“honey…” you said gently, taking both of his hands in yours and making him look at you, “you are chan.” you explained, trying to hide your smile since he was clearly so distraught.

“huh?” he asked, not understanding what you were getting at.

“honey, your name is lee chan,” you reminded him.

you could see the gears shifting in his head before his cheeks immediately heated up. he snatched his hands from yours and slapped his face. he was chan. and he couldn’t feel any stupider.

he was so used to being honey that he forgot his literal name.

“forget this happened…” he mumbled, walking away as you stifled your laughs.

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