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The Woman Who Tamed Sassy Boo

Boo Seungkwan x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life , Idol AU, Whipped Boyfriend Agenda

Summary: SEVENTEEN is used to Seungkwan’s endless sass— until his girlfriend steps in. With just a look, she tames him into the softest, sweetest boyfriend, leaving the group in shock. SEVENTEEN can’t help but tease, but they all agree: Seungkwan’s totally whipped.

If SEVENTEEN had to describe Seungkwan in one word, it’d be sass. Loud, sharp, and delightfully dramatic, Seungkwan was the group’s undisputed queen of comebacks. No one, and we mean no one, escaped his side-eyes or clapbacks.

Until she came along.

It happened one quiet evening at the dorm. The members were lounging in the living room when the front door opened and in walked Seungkwan’s girlfriend.

“Hi, baby,” she called sweetly.

Seungkwan, who had just finished roasting DK’s snack choices, turned around and instantly softened like butter on a hot pan.

“Hi, love,” he beamed, voice going up an octave. He practically skipped over to her, taking her bag like a gentleman. “You must be tired. Did you eat? Should I get you something?”

SEVENTEEN collectively paused. 

No snark. No sass. Just baby voice and boyfriend energy.

The silence was broken by Mingyu choking on his soda.

A few minutes later, she playfully poked his cheek. “You didn’t fight with anyone today, right?”

“Me? Fight?” Seungkwan gasped. “I’m a sweet boy!”

Jun nearly dropped his phone. “You literally called Vernon a soggy tissue five minutes ago!”

His girlfriend turned to Seungkwan with a raised brow. “Boo Seungkwan…”

And like a scolded puppy, Seungkwan turned to Vernon and bowed. “I apologize, vernon. You are not a soggy tissue. You are… an absorbent and useful one.”

“WHAT?” Dk barked, wheezing.

That was only the beginning.

When she was around, Seungkwan’s sass had a limit. She’d raise a finger, and he’d instantly zip his mouth. She’d give him a look, and he’d turn into a bashful, obedient boyfriend.

“Did you just… blink sass out of him?” Hoshi whispered one night after Seungkwan nearly roasted Joshua for breathing too loudly, only to stop mid-sentence when she raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly, queen behavior,” said Jeonghan, slow clapping.

Over time, it became a running gag: whenever Seungkwan got too sassy, someone would yell, “Should we call her?”

And Seungkwan would go silent.

But truthfully? He didn’t mind. He loved that she could match him, balance him, and keep him in check—not by scolding, but just by being someone he wanted to be better around.

Because even Boo Seungkwan, king of sass, found someone who made him want to be soft.

And every time she left, he’d go, “You guys better behave. My queen is watching.”

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Chips & Reps

Kim Mingyu x Girlfriend Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Crack Fluff, Idol AU, Healthy Relationship

Summary: Mingyu’s trying to get in a quick workout on his rare day off, but his girlfriend decides to turn push-ups into a snack break, with chips in hand and a seat on his back, she becomes his chaotic moral support system. It’s soft. it’s ridiculous. it’s love in its fluffiest form.

The sound of light grunts echoed through the living room as Mingyu lowered himself toward the floor, muscles flexing with each push-up. It was one of his rare off-days, yet the man still couldn't sit still without squeezing in a mini workout.

You peeked from the kitchen with a cheeky grin, a half-open bag of chips in hand. “You know,” you called out, sauntering over, “The floor's not going anywhere, Gyu.”

Without warning, you plopped down gently on his back, crossing your legs crisscross like a kid on a swing, chip bag resting comfortably in your lap.

“Wha—! Babe?” Mingyu chuckled breathlessly, arms shaking for a second as he tried to adjust to the new weight. “Are you seriously— are you eating chips on me right now?”

You popped a chip into your mouth, nodded casually. “Yup. You said you wanted a challenge. I’m just helping.”

He laughed again, nose scrunching up in fond amusement. “You're impossible.”

“And you're dramatic,” you teased, crunching happily. “C’mon, Kim Mingyu. Show me what those muscles can do.”

“Fine,” he huffed with exaggerated effort, pushing himself up again. “But if you fell down, don't blame it on me.”

“Deal. Now chop, chop!”

Mingyu pushed on, determined, face flushed from both the workout and your giggles that fell like music above him. Every time he lowered down, you’d toss encouragement between bites.

“That’s ten! You’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

“Is that sweat or are you just excited to impress me?”

“Woah! Baby don’t drop me— I have chips, I repeat, I have chips!”

After the last rep, he dropped flat to the floor, arms stretched out like a starfish. “I. Am. Done.”

You slid off his back and flopped next to him, offering him a chip.

He turned his head toward you, sweat sticking to his temple, eyes soft with affection. “You're really something else.”

You grinned, poking his cheek. “You love it.”

“I do,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “Even if you’re the weirdest personal trainer I’ve ever had.”

You both lay there on the carpet, tangled in warmth and laughter, chip crumbs between you, and love in the silence.

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🍒 Words in Ruin Series #| 1: Choi Seungcheol | Scoups

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Realistic Idol Life, Fluff (at the end)

Warnings: Raised voice, emotional hurt, crying, regret, comfort

Summary: As the leader of SEVENTEEN, Seungcheol has always carried the weight of everyone’s well-being on his shoulders. But sometimes, even the strongest fall under pressure. After a long day filled with meetings, rehearsals, and no time to breathe, he snaps, unintentionally lashing out at the one person who never asks anything of him but love and support. You. The guilt eats away at him the moment your hurt expression registers in his heart. Can he fix what he broke in just a few seconds?

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The clock blinked 1:47 AM.

You sat quietly on the couch in Seungcheol’s apartment, waiting, as you usually did. His schedules had been packed to the brim this week; back-to-back dance practices, variety filming, an overseas call with the label, and now, recording. You understood. You always understood.

The door slammed open with a gust of cold air and a worn-out S.Coups stepping inside, shoulders sagging beneath the weight of exhaustion. You quickly stood up, walking over to greet him with a gentle smile.

“Hey, I made some late dinner. Just in case you were hungry—”

“I’m not hungry!” he snapped suddenly, out of nowhere, voice harsher than thunder.

You froze, spoon halfway in your hand.

“I told you not to wait for me! Why do you keep doing this?” he continued, dropping his bag on the floor with a frustrated groan.

“I can't deal with this right now, okay?”

You stood there, silent. Your lips quivered a little, not because you were angry, but because that voice was so unlike the Seungcheol you knew. The one who kissed your forehead before leaving. The one who always said thank you when you made him coffee. The one who always told you he was okay, even when he wasn’t.

“…I just wanted to make sure you eat,” you murmured.

That was when he saw it. The way your eyes shimmered with tears you were trying to hold back. The way your shoulders curled inward, as if protecting yourself from the very person you loved.

“I’m sorry…” you added, stepping back slightly.

And that was the moment it hit him.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, Y/N— wait.”

You turned around, but he reached for your wrist gently, pulling you back to face him.

“I didn’t mean that. God, I didn’t mean any of that,” his voice trembled. “I just— today’s been hell and I didn’t sleep and I think I messed up the choreo and Hybe’s been calling nonstop and—”

He stopped, realizing his excuses didn’t matter right now. Not when you looked so broken over something he did.

“I yelled at you. You, of all people. You always wait for me, even when I don’t deserve it. You never complain. You love me so well and all I do is throw my stress at you. I’m so sorry.”

You finally looked up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks now. His heart shattered.

“I don’t want to be another burden,” you whispered.

“You’re not, baby, you'll never be a burden to me.” he said immediately, pulling you into a hug so tight it almost hurt. “You’re my peace. And I just ruined it. Please, please forgive me.”

You didn't respond right away, only clutching the back of his shirt as you let yourself cry into his chest.

And he stood there, arms around you, rocking you slightly. Whispering apologies. Whispering how much he loved you.

“I’ll do better,” he said after a while. “I promise I’ll never let stress make me forget how much you mean to me again.”

You finally looked up, wiping your tears. “Then come eat something. You can’t fix anything on an empty stomach.”

He smiled softly. “Only if you sit with me.”

You nodded, and as he intertwined his fingers with yours, you knew— this wasn’t perfect. But it was real. And he meant every word.

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A/N: Yo! I'm back with a new series, it's been awhile hasn't it? I'd been busy practicing for our final performance and still am but I manage to write some one-shot so expect an update this following days. Oh, and I'm open for request, if you have any. I'm open to ideas from you guys. Have a great day!🫶

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Words in Ruin Series # | 02 : Yoon Jeonghan 😇

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Idol Life Realism, Slow-Burn Reconciliation

Warnings: Hurtful words, emotional vulnerability, soft guilt spiral, crying

Summary: Jeonghan snaps under the weight of stress, saying things he never meant to the one person who’s always been gentle with him. But when silence replaces your usual warmth, he realizes some words cut deeper than he ever intended and this time, sorry has to be more than just a word.

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The clock read 1:14 AM.

You sat curled up on the couch, a throw blanket around your shoulders, half a drama playing on the TV you weren’t really watching. Your eyes kept flicking to the door. Again. And again.

You didn’t even hear the key turn— just the sound of it shutting, and Jeonghan's familiar footsteps trailing into the apartment.

“Hannie?” you called out softly, standing.

He glanced up, startled, as if he didn’t expect you to still be awake. His face was pale under the hallway light, his hair tousled, the air around him heavy.

“You’re home late again,” you said gently, careful not to sound accusing. “I was getting worried.”

He exhaled sharply, tossing his bag on the floor without care. “I’m not a kid. I don’t need someone watching over me all the time.”

You blinked.

The tone.

He'd never spoken to you like that before. Not even during your few minor disagreements.

“I’m not trying to watch over you,” you said, fidgeting with your fingers. “I just… it’s been three straight weeks of you coming home past midnight, barely eating, and sleeping for what? Three hours, tops? I’m worried, Hannie.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m fine. It’s just work. We’re all going through it.”

“I’m not doubting that,” you said, trying to stay calm. “I just want you to take care of yourself. You’re tired, and I—”

“God, Y/N, can you stop?” he snapped, eyes narrowing. “Why does everything have to be about me? You hover like it’s your full-time job.”

You froze.

Your heart dropped, the words lodging deep like tiny glass splinters.

Jeonghan immediately looked away, jaw tight like he was already regretting it— but he didn’t take it back. Not yet.

You stepped back slightly, the silence thick between you.

“I wasn’t hovering,” you said, voice small. “I was… caring.”

Something in that sentence cracked his composure.

“I didn’t ask you to,” he muttered, but even he knew it was cruel.

You didn’t respond this time. Just nodded faintly, turned around, and headed for the bedroom. Your hand lingered on the doorframe for a second longer than necessary before disappearing behind it.

Jeonghan stood there for a beat.

Then two.

Then—

“Shit,” he breathed.

He immediately followed you into the room a few minutes later, guilt trailing him like a shadow.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away, wiping your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he said softly, not sure how to begin. “I— can we talk?”

You didn’t say anything.

He crossed the room, crouched down in front of you, eyes wide and full of shame. “I shouldn’t have said that. Any of it.”

Your eyes finally met his. “Then why did you?”

His lips parted, but he hesitated. “Because I’m an idiot. Because I’ve been bottling everything up like always. Because I hate burdening people— even you.”

You stared at him, brows furrowed. “You think love is a burden?”

“No!” he said quickly, shaking his head. “No. Never. It’s just… when things get too much, I pretend I’m okay until I’m not. And tonight, I snapped. But you didn’t deserve that. You were being kind, and I was being—”

“Cruel,” you whispered. “You were cruel, Jeonghan.”

That made him flinch.

“I know,” he whispered. “I hurt you. I saw it in your eyes the second the words left my mouth. I’m sorry. I wish I could take it all back.”

He reached out carefully, brushing your hand with his. “I just… didn’t want to fall apart. And I think deep down, I knew that if you looked at me like you were really worried, I wouldn’t be able to hold it together.”

You didn’t speak for a moment. Then, “Why wouldn’t you let yourself fall apart… with me?”

His throat tightened. “Because you’re the only peace I have. I didn’t want to taint that with all the chaos I’m carrying.”

You finally met his eyes. “But I want all of you, Jeonghan. Even the tired parts. Even the messy ones. You don't need to protect me from your storms... I just want to be your umbrella.”

Jeonghan let out a trembling breath, reaching up to cup your cheek. “I’ve never deserved you. But I swear, I’ll try to be someone who does.”

You closed your eyes at the warmth of his touch. “Just promise me next time, talk to me instead of shutting down or snapping.”

“I promise,” he said without hesitation. “Even if the words are ugly, I’ll say them before they rot inside me and hurt you again.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he buried his face into your neck, holding you tighter than he had in days.

“I love you angel, never forget that.” he whispered kissing your neck gently and burying his face to it even more, affectionately.

You smile and kisses his head before replying, “I love you too, hannie.”

In that quiet embrace, Jeonghan let go of the weight he carried and picked up something gentler in its place... you.

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Words in Ruin Series # | 06 : Jeon Wonwoo 🐈‍⬛

Genre: Slow-burn Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Healing, Soft Romance

Warnings: Sudden emotional outburst, overthinking, guilt, crying (mutual), hurtful misunderstanding

Summary: Wonwoo doesn’t raise his voice, not usually. He’s calm, introspective, gentle in his affection. But even quiet hearts break under pressure. When the stress of endless recordings, interviews, and expectations eats away at his core, he accidentally lashes out at the one person who’s always been there, quietly loving him through the silence. And when the calm fades and regret sets in, he’s left with a question that terrifies him: did his silence hurt you more than his words?

It had been three days since Wonwoo had come home before 1 a.m.

You understood. You really did. SEVENTEEN’s schedule had been brutal lately— content shoots that stretched into the night, endless interviews that demanded his smile even when he was running on nothing but caffeine and pressure, choreography practices that left him barely standing.

But understanding didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Especially tonight.

Because tonight, you had waited.

You brewed his favorite tea, added the honey just the way he liked it, and stayed up on the couch with the dim lights on. Just in case— just in case tonight would be different.

But when he walked through the door, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin, he barely looked at you. He took the mug from your hands with a tired, distracted “Thanks,” then walked past you toward the bedroom, his footsteps heavy and heart seemingly heavier.

No kiss. No how-was-your-day. Just… silence.

And that silence was louder than any shout.

You stared after him, the warmth from the spot where your hands had brushed already fading.

You told yourself not to overthink. He’s tired. He always comes around. But something inside you tugged, a gnawing ache of being forgotten.

So you followed. Slowly. Carefully.

You paused at the bedroom door.

“Wonwoo?” your voice was soft, unsure. “Are you okay?”

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, hunched over, face in his hands like the world was too heavy to hold.

“I’m tired,” he said, voice muffled.

“I know,” you said. “I see how hard you’ve been working. I just... wanted to check on you. You’ve been so quiet lately. I miss you.”

He looked up then, and the look in his eyes startled you.

Exhaustion. Frustration. A wall you didn’t remember helping him build.

“Do I have to say something all the time?” he snapped.

Your breath caught.

He rarely raised his voice. He rarely even spoke like that. Not to you.

“I didn’t mean to push you,” you said quickly, your tone trembling. “I just—”

“Then don’t,” he interrupted. “I’m doing my best to keep it together, Y/N. I can’t carry your expectations on top of everything else.”

You blinked, stunned.

Your expectations?

That wasn’t fair.

“I never asked you to carry anything,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “I just… wanted to be here. For you.”

His jaw clenched. His eyes avoided yours.

“Well maybe I don’t need your help.”

And just like that, the silence between you turned from familiar to foreign.

It used to be peaceful. Loving. The kind of silence where hands stayed laced together and glances said everything.

Now it felt cold. Like standing outside in the rain without an umbrella, waiting for someone who promised they’d meet you there.

You stepped back. “Okay.”

One word. Small. Final.

Wonwoo looked up and that was when he saw it.

The way your shoulders curled inward. The slight tremble in your fingers. The tears welling in your eyes, stubbornly held back like you were too scared to let them fall.

That’s when he realized what he’d done.

He stood quickly. “Wait— Y/N…”

But you were already turning away. Already retreating.

You curled up on the couch again, only this time, not waiting. Not holding tea. You were hugging your knees to your chest, eyes staring at nothing, heart trying to keep it together.

He followed you, but slower this time. Like he was approaching something fragile.

Because he was.

“Hey,” he said gently, kneeling in front of you. “I didn’t mean that. Any of it.”

You didn’t speak.

“I wasn’t angry at you,” he said again, his voice quieter, cracking. “I was angry at… everything. At myself. I hate how distant I’ve been. I hate how much I miss you even when you’re sitting right in front of me. And when you asked if I was okay, it scared me, because I realized I’m not. And I didn’t know how to deal with that. So I lashed out. That’s on me.”

Still, you said nothing. Just tears. Slow, quiet, endless.

Your silence said more than words ever could.

“All I wanted,” you finally said, voice shaking, “was to love you. That’s it. I didn’t think it would mean walking on eggshells. I didn’t think I’d have to tiptoe around you just to keep from breaking something I didn’t even drop.”

Wonwoo closed his eyes, guilt pressing down on his chest like a weight he couldn’t lift.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You don’t deserve that. You’ve never deserved that.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m the one being punished for you being tired?” Your voice cracked. “Why does it feel like I have to disappear for you to breathe?”

He reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek with shaking fingers.

“You don’t,” he said, barely managing to hold back tears of his own. “You’re the only thing that keeps me breathing. I just forgot how to show you that.”

Your lips trembled. “Then remember.”

“I will.” He leaned in closer, hands cradling yours. “You make me feel safe. Safe enough to fall apart. But I should’ve known that safety doesn’t mean I stop showing up for you.”

He swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry for the silence. For the words. For not being there when you needed reassurance the most. For making you question your worth in my life.”

You stared at him, searching his face for truth. You found it in his trembling jaw, his watery eyes, the way his hands refused to let go of yours.

“Do you still love me?” you asked, voice small.

His answer was immediate. “More than anything. More than I know how to say. And I promise, I’ll learn how to say it better. Every day.”

You let him pull you into his arms. Not perfectly. Not like nothing happened.

But real. Honest. Fragile. Healing.

You buried your face into his shoulder. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to let me in. Let me hurt with you. Carry the weight with you.”

He nodded into your hair. “You will. I won’t shut you out again.”

You both sat there, tangled in a quiet kind of closeness. One that didn’t need fixing. Just holding.

And for the first time in days, the silence between you was warm again.

Because this time, it was full of promises.

And this time, he kept holding on.

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Words in Ruin Series # | 03 : Hong Jisoo (Joshua) 🦌

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Miscommunication, Soft Fluff

Warnings: Emotional snapping, tears, guilt spiral, comfort, healing

Summary: Joshua is always calm and composed— but even angels can break. Overwhelmed by pressure, he snaps at you for the first time. And the moment your expression falls, he realizes he’s hurt the one person he never meant to. Can his gentle heart fix what it shattered?

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The clock ticked past midnight. The sound of boiling water filled the quiet kitchen as you stood in the soft glow of the under-cabinet lights. You reached for the chamomile tea bags, his favorite (not sure though), and dropped one into his favorite mug. The honey swirled slowly as you stirred it, just the way he liked.

He’d been distant lately. Not cold, just… unreachable. His texts were short, his replies slower. You knew he was exhausted, running on little sleep and a packed schedule, but your heart still ached watching him carry it all without letting you in.

You turned when you heard the door click open.

Joshua stepped in, shoulders slumped under the weight of the day, wearing that neat black button-up from the evening’s radio event. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes half-lidded.

“You’re still up?” he said, voice raspier than usual.

You smiled gently. “Couldn’t sleep. I figured you might want something warm.”

You held up the mug.

He didn’t move toward it.

“I’m fine,” he said, sighing as he loosened his shirt collar. “You don’t need to keep doing this.”

Your hand faltered slightly.

“I just thought— tea might help,” you said.

“I don’t need tea, Y/N,” he snapped suddenly. “I don’t need you fussing over me like I’m some fragile thing that’s going to fall apart.”

Silence.

Your hand lowered. The warmth of the mug seeped into your fingers, but your chest felt cold.

“…That’s not why I do it,” you said softly. “I do it because I care.”

Joshua rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms. “I just— God, can I breathe for one second without someone watching me? The fans, the staff, the members and now you?”

You didn’t respond right away. You placed the mug gently on the counter before stepping back.

“I'm not watching you. I’m worried about you,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and all I’ve wanted to do is be here for you.”

Joshua exhaled sharply, clearly overwhelmed, but the moment he looked up... he froze.

You weren’t angry. You weren’t yelling back. You were hurt.

And it showed in the way your lips trembled and your eyes glossed over.

He felt like the air had been sucked from the room.

“Wait,” he said immediately, stepping forward. “Y/N, I didn’t mean— God, I didn’t mean to talk to you like that.”

You turned away slightly, trying to blink the tears back. “I know you didn’t. B-but you still did.”

He closed the distance, reaching for your hand.

“You do so much for me. And I snapped. I made your love feel like a burden, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

You were quiet.

Finally, you whispered, “Do you know how hard it is to watch the person you love tear themselves apart and not be allowed to help?”

He stared at you, heart breaking.

“I don’t try to take away your problems, Shua. I just try to remind you you’re not alone in them.”

His voice cracked. “You’ve been my peace for so long… and tonight, I ruined that.”

You looked at him. “Then why push me away?”

He hesitated, guilt radiating from every part of him. “Because if I let myself lean on you, even a little… I was scared I’d break completely.”

You gently cupped his face. “Then break. You don’t always have to be the calm one, the composed one. Not with me.”

Joshua let the tears fall then, not loudly, not with sobs but with the quiet release of someone who’d been holding everything in for far too long.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “I should have let you in sooner. I should’ve told you how much it’s all been weighing on me.”

“I don’t need you to be perfect,” you said. “I just need you to be honest with me. Even if it’s messy. Even if you’re tired. Especially then.”

He nodded, breathing you in like he was anchoring himself again.

“Can we start over?” he asked. “Right here, with the tea?”

You let out a small laugh, still teary-eyed. “It’s cold now.”

“I’ll still drink it,” he said with a soft smile, reaching for the mug. “Because you made it.”

He sipped, grimacing slightly. “Okay, yeah. It’s a little cold.”

You giggled. “I’ll make a fresh one.”

He caught your wrist gently. “Not right now. Just stay with me. Please.”

You leaned into his embrace. “Always.”

And in that kitchen, where warmth had temporarily been lost, love returned in quiet apologies and the promise of better tomorrows.

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The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 4: Even the Stars Couldn't Wait

Genre: Angst, Long-distance Love, Secret Relationship, Painful Goodbyes

🐈 Moon Junhui | Jun x Reader

Summary: Moon Junhui was made of stardust, ethereal, soft-spoken, and kind. Your love story was written between plane tickets, late-night calls, and stolen weekends in unfamiliar cities. But the longer you waited, the more you realized that stars like him were meant to be seen from afar, not held. You were tired of feeling like a secret chapter in a life too big to include you. And when love becomes a waiting game you always lose… sometimes the only thing left to do is let go.

'Let’s look at the stars together tonight,' Jun had texted.

You had smiled at first, stepping onto your apartment balcony, staring at the sky. He was miles away, in another country, filming another show, dancing under another spotlight. But somehow, both of you looking at the same sky made it feel a little less lonely.

Until it didn’t.

Because that’s all your relationship had become, virtual glances, empty promises of 'soon', and countdowns to moments that never lasted long enough.

He always said he’d make it up to you. But time doesn’t refund what it takes.

You sighed as you clutched the small charm he gave you last time he visited, a star, shaped keychain from a random night market in Japan.

The keychain was still here.

He wasn’t.

Your phone buzzed. Junhui calling.

You answered quietly.

“I miss you,” he said before you could speak.

“I know,” you whispered. “But missing me doesn’t bring you home.”

There was silence on the other end. Not defensive. Just defeated.

“I’m trying so hard,” he said softly. “You know I would be there if I could.”

“I know. That’s the problem,” you said. “I know you love me, Jun. But love isn’t enough when I spend every special moment alone.”

The silence stretched between you, longer than usual. The sound of him breathing through the line was the only proof he was real.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said.

You closed your eyes. “You already are.”

“No, please— don’t do this.”

“I’ve waited. And waited. And kept quiet. But every time I need you, I’m told to understand. And I did. But now I need to understand when to stop.”

Jun didn’t speak. You imagined him, sitting in some quiet hotel room, still in stage makeup, still trying to hold onto a love that reality couldn’t protect.

“I want someone who’s here,” you continued, voice shaking. “Not someone I can only watch from a screen.”

His voice broke when he finally replied, “You were the only thing that ever felt real in this world.”

You wiped your tears. “Then let this be real too. Let this be the goodbye we’ve both been delaying.”

He didn’t beg. Jun was too gentle for that. He just whispered your name like a prayer he knew wouldn’t be answered anymore.

And when you ended the call, the sky above remained the same, full of stars he was chasing.

But you no longer waited beneath them.

A/N: I have a full schedule this week at school, I'll try to write in between free time though. Til then, enjoy! @vixensss @babycaratdeul

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hi!! i read ur writing on ways svt say ‘i do’ n it was SO GOOD!,!:&:@: the dino pic was OUTSTANDING i love it so much..,!.!.!. uh may ik where you got it from 😭 r there more where they came frm becasue i neED THEM ALL

Hello! First of all, Thank you very much for reading that series 'Seventeen's Ways of Saying 'I Do', I really appreciate you liking it and as for the pictures, I get it from Pinterest and I think it was 230508 SEVENTEEN 'FML' (CARAT Ver) Behind Photo. Hope you find it. Have a nice day!!🫶🤍