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headlinerkwan · 2 months ago

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something new - j.ww

pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: university!au, e2l, academic rivals to lovers, featuring svt as your friend group, angst, fluff, suggestive - MDNI!!

summary: you and wonwoo have been rivals since the first day you met, everything he did irritated you to no end, and yet, you couldn't escape him and, at a certain point, maybe you didn't want to.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, no one knows how to communicate lol, kissing, suggestive

wc: 5.7k

a/n: wonwoo academic rival bc i love him being all nerdy n shit. i really enjoyed writing this so let me know what you think + if you have any requests for some new fics!! ฅ ฅ

You stare down at your paper, illegible and scattered with doodles and a sharp exhale falls from your lips. Tapping your pen against the table, you wonder how the hell you’re going to pass this surprise exam - a surprise for you at least, apparently telling you must have slipped everyone else’s mind. Someone taps your shoulder lightly, bringing you out of your spiral. You turn to meet the eyes of the stranger sat beside you, his jet black hair is pushed roughly out of his face, allowing you to see his soft dark eyes peer down at you.

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, clueless as to why he would be trying to get your attention in the middle of an exam. He mouths the word ��pen’ in response, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes looking at you with pure desperation. Looking at his desk, you notice the pen next to his hand is broken. You turn away briefly and watch as he lets out a breath of relief and adorns a grateful smile once you appear with a spare pen for him to use.

It seems like the bell rings almost immediately once you return your focus to your exam paper - shit. Now you’re definitely not passing. The bell sounds vaguely familiar as it continues to ricochet through you, you rack your brain trying to remember where you’ve heard the sound before… oh, it’s your alarm clock. Oh! It’s your alarm clock!

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Your eyes snap open as you sit up in bed to turn off the irritating tune that your clock had been emitting for god knows how long. It was the first day of the semester, of course you had woken up twenty minutes behind schedule after a cliche ‘first-day-of-school’ dream, what else could you expect?

Arriving at your first class of the day, you find your friend Seungkwan sat strategically in the corner of the semester hall - just far away enough to avoid the risk of being called upon by the professor. You take a seat next to Seungkwan and listen as he begins to rant about his commute. You and Seungkwan have been friends since Freshman year after getting paired up for a group project. Originally, you were fearful that you wouldn’t get along, on the surface you were like chalk and cheese, but you find now that Seungkwan balances you out just right. His bold extrovertism has pushed you to be a little less timid, to actually live and, you like to think that you’ve mellowed him about a bit too. You wouldn’t mind listening to Seungkwan talk and joke around all day, that’s when he’s happiest so, naturally, you are too.

Your conversation with Seungkwan comes to stop as both of your attention gets drawn to a loud racket growing a few rows behind you. You follow the noise to find loveable class clowns Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Seokmin.

“Ah, it's just Soonyoung, so anyways…” Seungkwan turns back to his laptop and continues expressing his somewhat irrational love of drive-thrus . You, however, are still watching your classmates, unable to tear your eyes away from one of them, his dark slightly nerdy features captivating you.

“Kwan,” you murmur, “Who’s the guy next to Seokmin?”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied, “I was waiting for you to say something, always so nosy.”

You huff gently, knowing well enough that there’s no point in arguing with him, “So?””

“Jeon Wonwoo. Just transferred for his last year I guess.”

“Huh weird, I could've sworn I’ve seen him before.”

Your friend scoffs jokingly, “In your dreams bro.”

You sigh again, resting your head on the desk sulkily. ‘In your dreams’, Seungkwan’s words echo. Wait… Is he… your head whips around to glance at the mysterious man again. No fucking way… Jeon Wonwoo is literally the guy from your dreams.

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If you had known back then how much you would grow to dislike Wonwoo, you never would have commented on his good looks that first day but, you guess you can’t really blame yourself for not knowing how much of a dick he was. Since you had met, you had tried, maybe too hard, to figure out what you had done to make him treat you the way that he did. Over the weeks you have watched him form bonds with everyone in your class - especially your friends, and you saw how his smile fell and laughter stopped as soon as you made your presence known. It was if you had physically attacked him, the way that his eyes immediately dropped to the floor once you came into view. The thing that annoyed you the most about Jeon Wonwoo though, more than the unexplained icing out, was his brain.

You don’t like to brag but you pride yourself on your intelligence, especially in academia. You had worked hard to reach the place you were in now, throwing away your teenage years in favor of ensuring a happy and successful future for yourself. Because of this, you work hard to make sure you’re at the top of the list whenever your exam results are released - improving upon yourself and being the best of the best, that’s what you strive for. So of course, it came as an infuriating shock when Wonwoo knocked you out of the top spot, that smug look on his face and the glimmer in his eyes as he walked past you that day was something you couldn’t get out of your head. No matter how hard you tried, day and night, the only thing on your mind was Wonwoo and how to beat him.

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“Ok, what can you tell me about Wonwoo?” you are sitting in your campus cafe, your best friend Seungkwan sits across from you as you mindlessly stir your coffee.

“Why do you always assume I have information on everyone?”

“Because you always do, my favorite gossip.” you reply, buttering him up in hope he’ll give you something, anything.

“What’s your business with him anyways? Oh…” he gasps “you have a little campus crush don’t you? That’s why you’re so off around him.”

“Don’t go spreading false information, Boo Seungkwan, he’s the one who gets cold and quiet when I’m around. Besides, no sleeping with the enemy.”

“He’s the enemy now? Hot.”

You scoff gently at his comment, rolling your eyes “Just tell me what you know”, you say laughing.

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As time goes on, nothing much changes between you and Wonwoo. He becomes a fixture within your friendship group with the boys taking him under their wing and as he begins to pop up in more areas of your life, you learn more about him. You learn about his love for video games and cats, you learn he’s a great listener but can speak for the country when he’s passionate about something. You learn he’s funny and even smarter than you thought. It’s annoying that you could imagine actually being friends with him if he was just nice, you admit you might be able to understand the crowd of girls that follow him around aimlessly if he wasn’t such an asshole. Because, despite him joining your friendship group and you - unwillingly - spending more time around him, he still acted so coldly towards you, no matter how nice you were to him, he never faltered.

“Split into groups of six, no more, no less and create a presentation applying your chosen theorem to the 21st century.” your professor orders. Immediately the students around you begin to migrate around the room, collecting friends for the group project. You turn to your left to find that Seungkwan is already clambering over the seats behind you to reach Seokmin, Mingyu, Soonyoung and Wonwoo - all four of them cheering on his show of athleticism.

“Quickly guys! Come on!” the professor calls out from the front of the class. You look around to realise that you’ve waited a bit too long to choose a group for yourself. That’s when you hear your name being called and turn to find Mingyu reaching his hand out to you with that cheesy grin you just couldn’t say no to.

“We need the class nerd on our team, c’mon!” Soonyoung calls out to you from above.

“We already have Wonwoo though?” Seungkwan remarks with a mischievous smirk. You quickly shoot him a stern, irritated look as his smile is broken by Seokmin elbowing him in the ribs for a reason you can’t quite figure out.

A few days later, you and your friends (and Wonwoo) decide to meet at the library to brainstorm for your project. You arrive first with Seokmin and Mingyu and find a table just big enough for the six of you. Soonyoung trails along not long after and the four of you play some quiet games whilst waiting for Seungkwan and Wonwoo to arrive. You note that one of the two empty seats is positioned directly across for you whilst the other is out of view. The solution is clear, Seungkwan will sit across from you, at least then you’ll be able to focus on the assignment.

Once the pair arrive, you attempt to signal to Kwan, strong eye contact asking him to take the chair opposite you.

“Won, which seat do you want?” He asks the other boy, and you can’t hold back the sigh that escapes as your plan crumbles before you

“I’ll take this one, the lighting’s better.” Wonwoo replies, making brief eye contact with you before pulling out the chair with a shy smirk on his face.

…what was that about? And when did he get so cocky?

Soonyoung clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence that suddenly fell over the group and you thank God that he’s here to take the attention off of your exchange with Wonwoo and prompt you to actually start working on the project.

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Soon enough, you find yourself in a quiet bar across town on a Thursday night. Following your friends’ advice you decide to accept your coworker’s invitation to grab drinks. You tell yourself why not? He’s nice enough, attractive and funny, sometimes anyways. Plus you haven’t got much else going on in the love department - no harm, no foul.

After half an hour or so of pleasant small talk, you leave the booth and head towards the bar to order another drink. As you trudge across the sticky floor you are stopped in your tracks as a man steps in front of you, blocking you from reaching your destination.

“Excuse me,” you begin, attempting to manoeuvre around him.

“You shouldn’t be with him.” the man says.

“Excuse me?” you repeat, this time in disbelief.

“You heard me.” he says, quieter this time. You lift your head to get a proper look at the stranger’s face.

“Of course you’re here.” you scoff. You push past him, shaking your head as you reach the bar. He follows, not giving up.

“You don’t suit each other.”

You laugh, God, he’s so infuriating, who does he think he is?

“Oh please, Wonwoo, like you know the slightest thing about me.”

“Actually I-”

Just then your ‘date’ appears, “Is everything ok?” He asks with a slightly concerned look.

“Yeah! Just a… classmate.” A false happiness lines your voice.

“Come on, let's head back to the table.” you say, turning your back on Wonwoo who watches on with a solemn expression.

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Not long after that, you find yourself at the library with your friends almost every day, grinding to get your project completed. You and Wonwoo haven’t spoken about the night at the bar, not that he speaks to you usually anyways. Instead though, you begin to catch him looking at you more and more often, his gaze burning into you, making you heat up and, most importantly distracting you from your work.

“What’s going on with you and Wonwoo then?” Seungkwan asks one day whilst you do a snack run for the rest of the group.

“What?” you reply, stopping where you are, astonished.

“Just saying, he can’t keep his eyes off of you.”

“He’s trying to sabotage me or something.”

“...Why would he do that? Y’know we’re graded as a group right?” He says, baffled.

“Whatever.” you reply, turning into the next aisle, fed up of even thinking about Wonwoo, never mind talking about the man.

Returning to your friends, they circle you like vultures, picking out they’re snacks. It’s a chaotic free for all and you’re left with a candy bar and some chips. Wonwoo stands patiently whilst the others rob you blind so, once the others return to their seats you approach him quietly, avoiding eye contact and place the chips in front of him. He mutters a small “thank you” and smiles gratefully, watching again as you return to your work. Now he’s just being weird, you think to yourself. You can’t help but be curious about what he’s plotting.

At the end of the study session, the boys decide to head to the bar to reward themselves.

“Y/N, you coming?” Mingyu asks.

“I’m good, thanks though!” you reply with a soft smile, finding a quiet night watching Netflix to be a bit more appealing today.

Your friends leave before you, saying goodbye whilst you pack up your stuff. As you shove your laptop into your bag, you can feel someone’s eyes on you and your face begins to heat up at your suspicion.

“Wonwoo! Hurry up!” you hear Soonyoung whine.

“Right, sorry.”

You look up just quick enough to catch him turning away from you and running to meet with the rest of the group.

Huh, weird.

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That weekend, your phone buzzes with a string of texts from Mingyu.

Mingyu: Wanna come over and play video games?

Mingyu: (Say yes)

Mingyu: Pleaseee, I’m so bored :)

You’ve worked fucking hard recently and couldn’t think of a better way to end the week than by playing nostalgic video games with one of your closest friends

Y/N: Don't even WORRY, I’m omw

You respond quickly, pulling a bleach-stained hoodie on and heading for the door.

You’re sat on the floor next to Mingyu in front of his TV. The room is dead silent, spare some trash talk from the both of you as you channel all of your focus on Mario Kart. As a result, neither of you notice Wonwoo coming in to watch your fierce competition.

You swear you see your life flash before your eyes when he, watching the screen intently, mumbles “Be careful. Blue shell coming your way.”

His sudden words do nothing but scare the living shit out of you and make you crash into a wall.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim, heart beating rapidly after his jumpscare, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He looks at you blankly, taken aback by your overreaction, “Oh…uh… I live here.”

You turn to Mingyu who confirms with his lips pressed together in an awkward smile.

“Oh. Sorry. You just scared me a bit, my bad.”

He chuckles quietly in response before walking over to the kitchen and leaving the two of you to finish your race (which you still win, despite Wonwoo’s meddling.) A handful of races later, Mingyu’s phone buzzes, ushering him to go and collect the takeout you had ordered. Standing up, he grabs his jacket and keys but doesn’t dare leave before messing with you more than he already has.

“Wonwoo?” He calls with a mischievous grin, “Come play instead of me whilst I go get the food!”

Wonwoo hums a response as he moves to sit down next to you whilst you shoot death glares at your friend, who simply mouths ‘be nice’ before slamming the door behind him.

He picks up Mingyu’s controller and hovers over ‘Wario’s Gold Mine’.

“What are you doing?”

He looks at you, confused “Uh… choosing the best map?”

You laugh, “No no, my poor Wonwoo. This is the best map.” You take the remote from him and select ‘Koopa Cape’.

“Ooh, you’re so wrong.” he replies playfully.

“I’m never wrong.”

“That’s true.”

You catch yourself smiling as the race starts. Maybe you are wrong, maybe he’s not so bad.

“Oh my god, hit me with a shell again, I swear to god Jeon Wonwoo.” you exclaim as he surpasses you for the fourth time. He laughs, nudging you gently.

“I didn’t know you were such a sore loser.”

You look at him, forgetting about the game, “You don't know anything about me.” you say, under your breath. He turns to you, concerned.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Turning back to the screen, you find that Wonwoo has stolen first place from you - again.

“Fuck.” you mutter, refocusing on the race, watching as a proud smile creeps onto Wonwoo’s face.

“Wow, Y/N actually lost for once!” Mingyu declares as he returns with the food, “I guess we finally found your match.”

“Shut up.” you bark back, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the couch. Wonwoo mutters a ‘good game’ before standing up with a smirk and leaving the room. You scoff at his slight obnoxiousness whilst Mingyu sits down beside you and begins unpacking the food.

“Are you gonna stop sulking and go get some plates?”

“Ugh fineee” you reply jokingly before getting up.

You’re completely lost in the kitchen, opening every cupboard in sight hoping to find some plates and cutlery.

“You good?” a voice calls from behind you. You look up to find Wonwoo leaning against the doorframe, slightly baffled by your snooping.

“Uh…plates?”

“Ah,” he says walking towards you, you step back until you’re caught by the kitchen counter. “Just up here.” he continues, reaching behind you to grab the plates.

He’s so close that, for the first time, you can smell his woody cologne strongly. Your heart speeds up as he places the plates down on the counter behind you, his hands resting on either side, trapping you.

You look up at him, breathless, as he scans your face. You’re silent, drinking him in, your hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. He lifts his hand, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers against your lips.

You can only bring yourself to nod in complete disbelief at the sudden shift between the two of you, the magnetism drawing you together. He moves in closer to you, so close you can feel his eyelashes as they flutter against your skin and his breathing grows slightly heavier.

“Y/N, did you find them?” Mingyu calls from the other room. You’ve never moved away from a person so fast, separating yourself from Wonwoo immediately. You clear your throat, maintaining eye contact with Wonwoo, still flustered.

“Yep sorry! Just grabbing a drink.” Thinking fast, Wonwoo hands you a can of coke.

“Can you grab me one too?” Mingyu shouts.

You both laugh quietly as he hands you another. You nod and smile, leaving him in the kitchen and heading back to your food.

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It’s a week before you see him again, your group's last meeting before the final presentation, a chance for you to go over the final details. The meeting is generally uneventful, everyone finally focused on the task at hand.

“I think if we switch the parts about culture and equity then it would flow better.” Wonwoo suggests.

“Hmm, I agree” you reply nonchalantly because, on this rare occasion, you actually do.

“What the fuck was that?” Seungkwan whispers to you.

“What?”

“You never agree with him.”

“He made a good point.” you shrug, brushing off your friend’s interrogation. Looking up you catch Wonwoo smiling at you, giggling under his breath like a teenager. You have to stifle the smile that begins creeping onto your face as you watch him.

“And that is why we believe that absurdism is an essential mindset to have in order to thrive in the modern day.” Seokmin argues, concluding your group project, finally. The six of you share reassuring nods and smiles, you’ve done your best and you’re happy with it, the rest is out of your hands.

As you exit the assessment room, Soonyoung pipes up, “Drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks, drinks?” He chants pointing at each of you as he does, the group mumbles a variety of agreements.

“Y/N?” Mingyu asks.

“Come on, it’ll be fun, try something new.” Seungkwan whispers.

You look at your friends smiling eagerly as they wait for your response, with an exhale and a nod, you give in, “drinks.”

At the bar, you crowd a small table, each with a drink in hand, talking and laughing about whatever comes to mind. You play games, sharing embarrassing childhood stories and weird facts you never would’ve learnt anywhere else. You are having fun, smiling, peaceful but, something’s off. You can feel it. He’s been quiet all night, barely even looked at you. It was annoying. It was annoying that it annoyed you, a few weeks ago this would have been normal behavior but now, it was different, it upset you, made you feel like you’d done something wrong, made you feel… unwanted.

Being truthful, you weren’t really feeling it tonight. If you had it your way you’d be on your couch right now watching a film. You weren’t gonna go, not until you saw his cheesy grin amongst your friends’, so sweet you could melt. He was the reason you went out tonight. Him, and Seungkwan’s words, you should try something new. You had never felt so overwhelmed by your own feelings, one minute you felt nothing short of hatred for Wonwoo and the next… your heart is fluttering every time your eyes meet.

During your daze, Wonwoo gets up to buy another round for the group, the sound of his chair moving snaps your focus back to the table but he’s already disappeared. You excuse yourself to the restroom, taking the chance to talk to Wonwoo whilst everyone else is distracted. Standing beside him, his eyes are fixed on his phone, reading some kind of article.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, nervous for his answer - you’re not sure what you’ll do either way. He looks up at you, soft dark eyes taking you in. He stands with an unreadable expression for what feels like forever before he finally opens his mouth to reply and then-

“Wonwoo! Come here quickly, settle this bet for us!” Sometimes, you really hate Soonyoung.

He shoots you an apologetic look and then, he’s gone, just like that. All the courage you had built up, wasted on an unanswered question. Fuck this. You grab your jacket, shooting Seungkwan a ‘don’t worry I’ll text you later’ look and head for the door. You’re exhausted, tired of it all, you just want to be in your own bed.

As you walk down the quiet streets, you hear another pair of footsteps catching up to you.

“Are you okay?”

You look at him. You’re irritable and know that you’re probably not going to say the right thing but what the hell.

“So you’re allowed to ask but I’m not?”

“No, that’s not- I… I’m sorry, I never know how to act around you, I never know what to say, I’m always doing the wrong thing but I-”

“Wonwoo.” you interject, “I can’t do this right now. Just… just go back to the bar.”

He doesn't respond, a silent understanding. He doesn’t leave either. He walks alongside you the whole way home, giving you quiet to think, offering you a comforting smile whenever your eyes meet. It breaks your heart just as much as it warms it, that he, despite your outburst, stays by your side when you need someone.

Even if you try to push him away, somehow he knows, he knows that you want him there.

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With the group project over, you don’t see him as often as before, hardly ever when you’re alone. You decide to put him out of your mind for a while, to focus on work and the rest of your assignments. Wonwoo, though, seems to have a habit of sabotaging your plans.

It started off with simpler things, turning up at your work just to place a complicated order, smirking as he watches you struggle with it. Then on exam week, a bag of your favorite snacks appears at your door. On a random Wednesday, he orders a pizza to your apartment. On your birthday, a small cake. And, there’s not a week that goes by where he fails to visit the cafe, you’ve grown to look forward to his bizarre orders and playful teasing.

Once the professor announces the end of the lecture, you grab your laptop and walk towards the door where you’re met with a familiar face.

“Ah, the coffee fairy, what can I do for you today?” you greet him, playfully.

“Can we talk? I’ll walk you home.” he asks, his voice laced with anxiety.

“Okay…” you nod, curious as to why he’s acting this way.

Walking through campus, he clears his throat, “So…” he trails off.

“So?”

“So I don’t really know how to say this. I mean, maybe you already know but I mean… I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I upset you, or hurt you, or made you angry. If you hate me, that’s okay I just-”

“I don’t hate you Wonwoo. Not anymore, anyways.”

He chuckles softly, “Well, I just want you to know that I don’t plan on giving up I… I think this is it for me,”

“It?”

“You. I think you’re it for me. I think it was over for me the moment I saw you.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “And I’m sorry about everything. Around you, I just, I forget how to act, I can’t think. It’s all just… you.”

As he speaks, your face begins to heat up under his gaze, a smile appearing on your face as you take his hand in yours hesitantly, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, he stops speaking, pausing to think.

“Wait… what do you mean you don’t hate me anymore?” You can only laugh at his question as he pulls you closer to him.

The walk back to your apartment is nice, peaceful even, like this is where you’re meant to be. You turn towards him to say goodbye and thank him for walking so far out of his way. He can’t hide his shyness as he says goodbye, stammering slightly with rosy cheeks. You look at him, hoping for more, but his eyes are fixed to the floor as he blushes. You laugh quietly, finding him incredibly endearing before turning away to enter your apartment.

Suddenly, you feel his hand reach for your arm, “wait.” he says, spinning you back to him.

The action happens so quickly, you’re basically pressed up against him, one of your hands finding his bicep to balance yourself. You look up at him, it’s clear that he’s still nervous but he’s doing his best to play it cool, his hand rests on your lower back as he pulls you even closer. The way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever known, sends the color to your cheeks and you can feel your heart beating faster by the second.

His other hand finds your jaw as he leans his face closer to yours, his breath tickling your lips. His soft, puppy dog eyes search yours for consent, and just like in Mingyu’s kitchen, you can muster up nothing but a nod, your breathing getting shallower with anticipation, hunger.

His lips delicately brush yours, cautious and timid. You kiss him back warmly, he tastes like peppermint and cola, both new and familiar at the same time. He leans into you more, growing more confident as you part your lips, letting him explore you further. You fall into a perfect rhythm with butterflies fluttering throughout you and your grip on the other becoming firmer.

Remembering that you need to breathe, you break away from each other slowly. He rests his forehead against yours, sharing your breathless giggles and smiles of relief.

“Jeon Wonwoo.” you whisper, still in a daze.

“Hmm?” he hums happily.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Only pretty sure?” he jokes, feigning upset.

“100% sure.” you correct yourself with a happy grin.

“Good.” he says, pecking you softly and then pressing another kiss against your cheek. “I almost went insane waiting for you to realize.”

“Realize what?”

He pulls you into a warm, strong hug, resting his head on your shoulder before whispering “That it was always you and me.”

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“What’s going on with Wonwoo?” Seungkwan asks on your way to class two days later.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s different… he’s brighter.”

“Why would I know anything about it, none of my business” you state, biting your lip to hide your knowing smile.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you haven’t noticed!”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bro, he didn’t stop smiling the entire time he was there, it was weird. He even spoke differently, lighter.”

You hum a manufactured surprised response as your friend continues.

“Maybe he met someone, he always talks about that person he’s liked since he moved here, maybe he finally made a move - i hope so I don’t know how much more of his schoolboy pining I can take.”

Your gaze is glued to the floor as you listen, knowing that you were the reason for all his changes and that he was the reason for all of yours. That he made the world seem new, brighter, happier.

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“Are you okay? We haven’t talked in a few days.” Wonwoo says over the phone.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my thesis, I feel like I’m never gonna leave this apartment again.”

“That’s okay! I get it,” he reassures you, “talk to me about it.”

He listens intently as you babble about your thesis, humming along, asking questions and offering advice. Whilst you explain the block that you’re facing currently, there’s a knock at the door. Getting up from your laptop to answer it, you continue, “And now, I’m not sure where to go next.”

“With me.”

“Huh?”

Opening the door, he’s stood in front of you. His dark hair falling perfectly, as he runs his fingers through it, still holding his phone to his ear with a sweet smile and pride in his eyes.

Hanging up the phone, he clarifies, “take a break, let’s go for dinner.”

And how could you deny such a pretty face?

Walking the streets, he speaks passionately as he shows you his favorite spots around the city and you find yourself just happy to be here with him, to witness his excitement with a cheesy grin that you reserve for only a few people in your life.

“You’re quite the sweet talker, Jeon Wonwoo.” you say, giggling.

“Of course,” he responds proudly, “How else would I get to have you by my side?” With that he pulls you into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you, swaying playfully from side-to-side and holding you as if you’re all he needs with him right now.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

The elevator dings as the two of you stumble inside, your arms resting on his shoulders. Looking at him with adoration as he turns you gently, reaching his hand out to clumsily press the elevator buttons behind you. You giggle between kisses as you find your balance, clinging onto each other. You hardly notice when the elevator rings again outside your apartment, too busy with your hands tangled in his hair and his palms running across your sides in painstaking seduction.

Then he’s guiding you out of the elevator, hands still firm on your hips and not daring to break away from you for even a second. He slips his hand into yours, taking your keys and mindlessly fumbles to unlock the door.

It takes mere seconds once the door opens for him to slam it shut and have you trapped against the wall, he moves against you sloppily, licking into you with pure hunger and adoration, a tsunami of lust as his groans echo throughout your body.

“Fuck. If you’d just spoken to me on that first day, I would’ve made you mine then and there.” he whispers against your skin, trailing electric kisses down your jaw towards your collarbone.

You laugh in shock, lifting his lips back up towards yours, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt as you kiss him back feverishly. “Me? No, you were the one who ignored me.”

“Hmm” he responds breathlessly, turning you around and leading you to your bedroom. Drawn together like magnets, you both stumble across the room, hands and lips battling for the next sweet taste, the next wanting touch.

“Look how far…” his lips find yours again, “just a bit…” and again, “of communication can go” you finally manage to moan out.

“Are you gonna stop talking and be mine now or…?” he whines as you drag against his lips.

You giggle softly as he lifts your arms to rest around his shoulders, pulling you in by the waist before his soft mouth is reunited with yours.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

You could never have imagined that you would come to find a safe space in Wonwoo. That you would eventually know him better than yourself. That the man you loathed, competed against, fought, would be yours. The man whose presence bothered you would soon be the one to hold your hand through good news and bad. That his happiness was your happiness, his sadness, his pride, his love.

You never could have imagined that he would be the one waking you up on Sunday mornings with sweet kisses on your collarbone. That, at night you would be drawing idle patterns on his chest. That even after waking up from your dreams, he’d still be there holding you. That his touch was the only thing you craved, his kisses your favorite greeting, his voice your favorite song. His gaze and gooey brown eyes which used to irritate you to no end, would soon become your lighthouse in the storm. You never could have imagined that you would love Jeon Wonwoo.

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kurokawaia · 4 months ago

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❛ WIFEY ❜

Himejima Gyomei X Fem!Wife!Reader

WC; 1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: reader is a stay at home wife, suggestive near the end, i didn't rlly feel like adding any smut sorry :(

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) So I was wondering if you could make a fluffy fic (maybe with a bit of smut if your comfortable with it) with gyomei and wife! Reader on their day to day life when he's not on missions with her cooking for him and doing other wifey duties (and genya on the side so they could be a cute lil family😓😢) - @esrieddai

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Gyomei might be out on an assignment, yet you can't exactly feel the emptiness, and you are sure not going to let the silence get the better of you. You wake up pretty early, all set to make sure things roll smooth when he is away from home. Scrambling from the bed into the kitchen, the sun streams in from the morning, through the shoji screens, spilling soft light along the room.

You prepared breakfast, humming some tune to yourself as usual. When you arranged everything on the table, the kitchen door creaked open, in came Genya, who looked more gloomy than ever—something that worried you a bit. "Good morning, Genya." you welcome him with a smile, hoping he would liven up.

"Good morning," he manages the smallest of smiles in return. "I miss him already."

"I do too," you say as he sits down, gently touching his shoulder. "But we'll keep busy, and he'll be back before we know it." The two of you sit down to eat, having a quiet meal. After breakfast is done, Genya goes outside to train, saying that for Gyomei, she has to train herself harder. You clean up the kitchen, then attend to your daily tasks.

First, water the plants and weed the garden. Some colors are bright, some scents fresh, and it is a view so pretty to take away one's attention from what's going on that irks. You find yourself lost in the labor, with thoughts of Gyomei as you garden, feeling proud that he would have been, seeing everything bloom.

Now that the garden is done, move on to the inside to do some cleaning. Kneeling out of dust in the shelves and down, sweeping the floors to get at everything in its place, you were near Gyomei. Keeping everything clean kept you near Gyomei, even though he might be very far.

You spend the afternoon baking some sweets. You knew it—he loves your home sweets, so you hope that it will put a smile on his face. It's somewhat heartbreaking that Sanemi is rude towards Genya, so for the time being, while Gyomei trains Genya, you hoped that his being nearer to the two of you would give him the sense of a family.

The aroma of fresh goods baking slowly started to fill the kitchen, and you found joy in that simple action of baking, knowing Gyomei loves to eat them, and so does Genya, although he doesn't show it.

You call Genya into the house. He comes up to the kitchen all sweaty and worn out from his training, but there is a knowing, curious look in his eyes, and you can tell from the expression on his face that he can smell that you baked.

"You haven't offered any to me, yet." you say with a plateful of warm cookies as you hand him one.

"Thanks," he says, taking one and biting into it. "These are good."

"You like them?" you say as you converge and sit. "How is your training going?" "It's rough, but I'm getting stronger," he says. I want to fight Gyomei one day." "You will," you say, your voice full of conviction. "I have no doubt."

Evening begins to fall and you kick into preparing dinner. Again, the house fills with the reassuring smell of more home-cooked food. Genya helps you to lay the table and you both sit down for dinner.

No sooner do you start dishing up the food than you hear the familiar slide of the front door opening. Your heart misses a bit of a beat, and you steal a look to Genya, who already bolted from his chair.

You follow him quickly through the house to the front entrance. Gyomei stands there, waiting for them with a soft smile, filled with happiness to be back with his wife and future tsugoku.

"Gyomei!" you exclaim, feeling relieved.

You run to him, flinging your arms about his waist. He gives a soft, muffled chuckle and clasps you in warm arms. You dig your face into his chest, sucking up the familiar smell and feeling the gentle beat of his heart.

"I missed you so much," you whisper against his chest.

"And I missed you," he responds in that deep, soothing voice of his.

Genya strides up, grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome back, Gyomei.

"It's good to be back," Gyomei says, reaching down to ruffle your head with affection.

You pull back out of his reach reluctantly, though it doesn't quite dispel the insistent happiness in your heart. "Dinner's ready. Come join us."

Once the kitchen is cleaned and the home has reached a peaceful stillness once more, you and Gyomei finally find your way back to the bedroom. With your hand resting atop his, Gyomei's powerful arms enfold you, drawing you close as the two of you sit on the futon.

"It's nice to be home," he says so softly, his eyes filled with oceans of love as they gaze into your own.

"Good to be back," he murmurs, squeezing your hand.

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, which is nice and steady. It's good to have him back, wrapped in safe arms—the familiar strength that held you and solaced you in lovely serenity, security, and warmth.

"I'm so glad you're safe," you whisper. "I'll always come back to you," he murmurs against your forehead. He tails a gentle hand across your back, that simplest of touches making your spine tingle. He tips up your chin, and his eyes meet in yours—a dark swirl that has your heart racing; deep, burning intensity. "Don't know how much I've missed you," he murmurs quietly.

His hand strays to your waist and tugs you in closer, the flush rising to your cheeks as you feel the strength of his body pressing on you in the now nonexistent distance.

"Gyomei, I missed you so much too," you say almost inaudibly, above a whisper.

His lips touch yours and linger, starting a soft, languorous kiss that quickly turns carnal and full of need. His hands stroke reverentially over your body, and with each stroke, your thoughts fill with want. You respond fluidly, your hands kneading the unyielding muscles of his back as you savor his touch.

His lips find yours, pressing them into a soft and slow kiss, which quickly changes to a deep one, full of longing. His hands slide down.

Gyomei withdrew from the kiss, kissing down your neck as his breath burned on your skin. He said, "You are everything to me," in a want-filled deep voice.

Your body ached for more of his heat as you arched into his touch. With one hand tangled in his hair, you mumbled, "Can I…?"

"You could, dear," he replied.

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fanaticsnail · 5 months ago

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law for kissing booth please 👉👈

(or shachi if he's already got a ton of requests, or if your heart feels this would be a better read, dealer's choice!<3)

The Kissing Booth - Law for Bby-Deerling

Word Count: 1,400+ (They are meant to be drabble length, I got carried away)

Notes: This was the first request for Law in the kissing booth, and I seriously hope I have done your boy some justice. It was meant to be a little drabble, but I wanted to capture a little bit of longing in there for him. Come get a kiss from your main man, Deerling!

Sitting patiently on your wooden stool, you heard several strings of barked laughter off ahead. Lulling your head to the side, you furrow your brows in an attempt to pick up on the hushed conversation between them. Loud cackles, soft chuckles and jokes both crude in nature, and quite hilarious prompted you to giggle along with them.

“It’s two per ride for the ferris wheel,” a more feminine voice chirped out enthusiastically, “What do you say, Bepo? Want to join me for a loop?” A joyful yell of glee sounded more akin to an emphatic roar joined the chorus, along with two other voices arguing alongside.

“Oi, no fair, Ikkaku!” a nasally voice called out, followed by a deeper baritone thereafter of, “Yeah, that means one of us will have to sit out!” More arguing insured, a soft, kind voice interrupting and saying: “I’m happy to miss out, Ikkaku. I’m likely a bit too big to ride, anyway.”

You tried to drown out the arguing, softly tapping your knees and focussing on the different sounds, smells and the soft feeling of warm wind falling against your skin from the ocean shore. The blindfold was a strange comfort to you, the warmth of the silky material feeling at home over your eyes and almost welcome the longer you wore it.

“No, Bepo. You go on ahead. I’ll sit out this round,” another gruff voice spoke lower, and far more even-toned informed them. No further arguments occurred, the sound of laughter and gratitude flew away from your vacinity.

Softly angling your face away from the booth, you drew your hands up to begin toying with the edged hem of the eye shield against your face, adjusting it so the material lay flush with your skin as to remain more comfortable beneath the shroud. You shook your head, adjusting your hair before sitting upright and waiting for your next guest to approach the booth.

As if on queue, a soft rustle of paper pressed itself into the jar beside you as the guest presented their Berry offering to your humble booth. You smiled inquisitively, turning towards where you suspected the guest was to be.

“This seat taken?” The deep voice from earlier asked you politely, “I just need to sit down for a bit, and all the other seats around seem to be otherwise occupied.” You nod with an empathetic smile, gesturing to the general vicinity to where the wooden stool was placed in front of you.

“It's all yours. I noticed a bit of a lull in the crowd, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like,” you shrugged, relaxing into your chair and enjoying the laughter from the various rides and booths surrounding.

Music began to play on the grand stage, soft finger plucking of a familiar melody painted the air with its mastery. A vocalist, bassist and drummer joined in on the chorus, singing their hearts out to create melodies and harmonies within the grounds. Both of you sitting in front of one another seemed to both have a similar idea, humming along to the tune and both smiling at one another when you caught the other singing.

“You been here long?” the guest asked you after the song concluded, prompting you to think about the duration of your volunteering position in the booth.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure,” you laugh through your nose as your smile turns shy, “As soon as the blindfold went on, it’s like everything became too long and too little all at once.” You offer him a slight shrug, turning away and listening to the drums begin to click in the next tune.

“I hear that. That’s how most of my time ends up nowadays, sans blindfold of course,” he offered you the same dry laugh through his nose, causing your attention to fall back to him. “My crew, they just know how to test me sometimes. Doesn’t mean I love them any less.” You nod attentively to his confession, reaching forward and gesturing for him to take your hand.

“Aren’t friends marvelous?” you giggle at him, squeezing his hand once he placed his within your grip, “That’s how I came into volunteering for this mess: friendship. The things we do for the people we love.” He returned your gesture, almost apprehensive in the way he squeezed your hand in turn.

“Speaking of, they're likely to return back in a moment,” he uttered in a voice just above a whisper, “So, do you mind if I…?” You lulled your head to the side and smiled at him curiously.

“If you…?” you asked in return, gasping in a shocked breath as you felt cool fingertips brush your hair away from your face, prompting you to gasp out a soft, "Oh!" You felt his lips hovering over yours, his breath meeting with your skin and the temperature of his face elevating your own to flush your cheeks with.

“I thought,” his lips whispered and caressed your skin with a gentleness you didn't anticipate, “Since I'm already here, you know?” His lips tingled against yours, the tangible heat falling from them the closer he inched forward. He hesitated, holding his face an eyelash’s width away from your lips, “If that's okay with you, I mean.”

Nodding gently, you lean forward and close the final distance between you, and claim his lips beneath yours in a soft kiss. Wasting no time, your guest cards his fingers over your scalp and draws your face closer to his to deepen the embrace you're sharing together.

He releases your hand and raises it to join his other hand in cradling your face while arching into you. You feel his toned chest pressed against your own, knees slotting together like pieces of a puzzle in perfect synchrony. Angling his chin, he softly parts his lips and deepens the embrace, humming against your mouth and claiming more of you into him.

Your hands find purchase on his thighs before raking up his legs to rest on his hips, slowly mapping his skin and committing each ridge and divot to memory. You feel your chin meet with the subtle scruff of facial hair, the coarse strands scraping against your face and tickling your skin beneath it.

Tilting your face, you both begin to mouth at each other and turn and tilt your heads to match each other's intensite energy. Passion begins to simmer in your chest each moment that passes between you. His hands move to grasp the scruff of your neck, holding you stationary as he allows himself the luxury of taking complete control and dominating the kiss.

His tongue darts from between his lips, caressing and tingling against your skin before you welcome him into the kiss by grinding your own against his. Just as you begin to deepen the motion, you're both brought out of your trance by whistles and hollars echoing around your booth.

“Wooh, get ‘em, Cap’n!” the nasally voice cackled from earlier, the baritone counterpart joining in with, “Use your tongue! More tongue!” Several whistles reverberated around you, prompting your guest to freeze against your lips.

Smiling, you press a final kiss against him to seal the embrace with a finality before fully pulling away from him.

“Sorry ‘bout them,” he grunted sheepishly, his close proximity causing you to feel the flush radiating from his features against your hands and face. “My crew… they're a lot.”

“Ah, the earlier sentiment returns,” you chuckle warmly, “Aren't friends marvelous.” He joins your chuckle, softly releasing you from his embrace and caressing your cheek beneath his palm.

“Thank you for your company,” he uttered softly, “I appreciate your conversation, and-... and the other thing. It's been a while since I've-... You know?” You fill in the blanks mentally and offer him a soft, polite nod in affirmation.

“Thank you for offering me company at my booth,” you smile up at him, releasing your hands from their position on his hips. He lingers on the stool for a moment longer before getting up with an exasperated sigh.

“Alright, let's go,” he gruffly ordered, the troop behind him grunting out a soft, “Aye, sir,” in response. You wave to him, not truly aware if he was paying attention to you or not, but offering him an extension of your politeness regardless.

Law was paying attention, trying to catch his breath and extinguish his growing fluster tinting his cheeks. He was truly moved by your kindness, your conversation, and the way you so easily matched his energy with each motion. He was hoping to catch you at the end of the festival, but hoping to not seem overeager to earn more teasing from his subordinates.

Only time will tell if you were open to seeing him again, but he truly hoped you would.

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judespoets · 5 months ago

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𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 | 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you haven’t been feeling good. but what happens when jude connects the dots?

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: dad!jude x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: signs of vomit/ throwing up

You and Jude start your day early, around 6:30 AM. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a gentle glow through the curtains of your cozy home in Madrid. You nudge Jude gently, the both of you smiling as you hear the soft murmurs of your two-year-old son, Caleb, waking up in the next room.

You slip out of bed, heading to the kitchen to start breakfast and prepare Caleb's lunch for nursery. The kitchen is warm and inviting, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You expertly slice fruits, spread peanut butter on bread, and pack a healthy lunch for Caleb. Meanwhile, you hum a cheerful tune, occasionally glancing at the photos of your happy moments on the refrigerator.

Jude, still a bit groggy but smiling, makes his way to Caleb's room. He opens the door to find Caleb standing in his crib, wide-eyed and giggling with excitement. "Good morning, champ!" Jude says, scooping him up into his arms. He changes Caleb's diaper, tickling him slightly to keep the little boy's spirits high.

Once dressed, Jude helps Caleb into his favorite little football-themed outfit, a gift from one of his teammates.

They join you in the kitchen, where you had set out a nutritious breakfast for them.

Caleb babbles happily as you feed him pieces of fruit and yogurt.

Jude pours himself a cup of coffee, sharing a quick kiss with you and exchanging smiles filled with love.

"Good morning, my loves! Did you sleep well, Caleb?" You asked, smiling widely.

"Mornin', Mommy!“ was what Caleb babbled.

"He was so excited to wake up today. I think he knew it was nursery day." Jude told you, softly kissing the back of your hand

"He's been looking forward to seeing his friends. Here, let's get some breakfast in you both." You said as you started feeding Caleb again.

You sit at the kitchen table, Caleb in his high chair, eagerly reaching for his food.

You suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Putting your hand over your mouth lightly, trying to steady your breathing.

“You okay, baby?” Jude asked next to you, putting his hand on your thigh.

“I don’t know if just don’t feel so good right now.” You answered, looking at him.

“Okay, go lay down i’ll get Caleb ready don’t worry. Should I cancel training?” Jude asked you.

“No, no. It’s not an emergency. You go to training. You’ll take Caleb to nursery on your way, please? I’ll go lay down some more. Thank you babe.” You said, kissing Jude and Caleb, standing up and walking up the stairs with your slightly shaking legs.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s get you washed up and going.” Was the last thing you heard from downstairs before falling into a deep slumber under your sheets.

———

Jude turned the key in the lock, gently pushing open the door with Caleb in his arms. The house was shrouded in darkness, and he carefully navigated the familiar path to the living room, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim light.

"Shh, buddy," he whispered to Caleb, who clung to him sleepily. "Looks like Mommy's still resting."

He set Caleb down, and the little boy toddled off to find his toys. Jude made his way to the bedroom, opening the door slowly to check on you. You were still curled up under the covers, your breathing deep and slow. He could see the pallor in your face even in the low light and felt a pang of concern.

Quietly, he backed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. Back in the living room, Caleb had already begun to scatter his toys across the floor. Jude smiled tiredly at the sight, then headed to the kitchen.

He quickly prepared a simple dinner, heating up some soup he had made the night before. He wanted to keep it light for you, knowing you wouldn't have much of an appetite. Once everything was ready, he brought a tray to the bedroom, nudging the door open with his foot.

"(Y/N), love," he whispered, placing the tray on the nightstand. "I've got some soup for you."

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open. You gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Jude. You didn't have to."

"Of course I did," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing a strand of hair from your face. "How are you feeling?"

"Still not great," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude's heart ached seeing you like this. "Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No, I think I just need to rest," you said. "Thank you for taking care of everything."

Jude leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I'll handle it. You just focus on getting better."

You gave a small nod, your eyes already closing again. Jude quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Back in the living room, he found Caleb busy with his toys, his giggles a comforting background noise.

Jude settled on the couch, keeping one eye on Caleb and another on his phone, ready to call the doctor if your condition didn't improve. He found it weird since you’ve been fine this whole time.

Later, you descended the stairs slowly, your empty soup plate in hand.

You moved carefully, trying not to disrupt the fragile equilibrium you had maintained throughout the day. Your stomach churned uncomfortably as you approached the living room, where Jude and Caleb were playing.

Jude glanced up, his face lighting up with a smile that quickly faded into a look of concern when he saw your pallor.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jude asked, rising to meet you, his hand gently touching your arm.

You gave a weak smile. "Still not great. I thought the soup might help, but..."

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit you, and you instinctively covered your mouth, your eyes wide.

The scent of something — perhaps a lingering whiff from Caleb’s snacks or Jude's cologne — made your stomach rebel.

Jude, noticing your distress, quickly ushered Caleb to his feet.

"Caleb, let's put away the toys for a bit, okay? Mommy needs some quiet time," he said, his voice calm but urgent.

Caleb, sensing the seriousness, nodded and began gathering his toys. Before Jude could turn back to you, you rushed to the nearest bathroom. Jude followed closely, his worry deepening as he heard you retching.

He found you kneeling by the toilet, pale and trembling. "I’m here, (Y/N)," he said softly, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. "It’s okay. Just let it out.

You groaned between bouts of vomiting, the smell that had triggered your nausea still lingering in your mind.

Finally, the retching subsided, and you slumped back against Jude, who handed you a glass of water he’d fetched from the sink.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your voice weak. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Probably just a bug,” Jude said, helping you to your feet. “Let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.”

You nodded gratefully, leaning on Jude as he guided you back upstairs, his concern for you evident in every careful step.

As Jude helped you back upstairs, his mind raced with worry. He laid you gently on the bed, arranging the pillows to make you comfortable. As he did, he noticed you wincing slightly, your face still pale.

"Baby, do you remember what smell made you feel so sick?" Jude asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.

You thought for a moment, your brow furrowing. "It was… I think it was the smell of Caleb's peanut butter sandwich. It just hit me all of a sudden."

Jude's eyes widened slightly as a thought crossed his mind.

He recalled the last time you had been this sensitive to certain smells. It had been when you were pregnant with Caleb. Could it be happening again?

"My Love," he began cautiously, "do you think there’s a chance you might be pregnant?"

You blinked, the question catching you off guard. "I… I don't know. I suppose it's possible. I’ve been feeling off for a few days now."

Jude nodded, his concern mingling with a glimmer of excitement. "Maybe we should get a test, just to be sure."

You managed a small smile, your hand resting on your stomach. "Yeah, I think that’s a good idea."

Jude squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'll run to the pharmacy and get one. You just rest, okay?"

As you closed her eyes, Jude leaned down and kissed your forehead. He felt a mixture of worry and hope as he headed out the door, ready to find out if your family was about to grow.

Back in the living room, Jude quickly tidied up, clearing away the remnants of Caleb’s snack and any other potential triggers for your nausea. He found Caleb sitting quietly on the couch, sensing the unusual tension.

"Dad, Mommy okay?" Caleb asked, his big eyes filled with concern.

Jude knelt down beside him. "Mommy's not feeling well right now, buddy. I need to go out for a bit to get something that might help her feel better. Can you be a good boy and stay here quietly until I get back?"

Caleb nodded solemnly. "I can do that."

Jude gave him a reassuring hug before grabbing his keys and heading out. The drive to the pharmacy felt longer than usual, his mind racing with possibilities. Once he arrived, he quickly located a pregnancy test and made his way back home, his heart pounding with anticipation.

When he returned, he found you dozing lightly, your breathing steady. He set the test on the nightstand and gently woke you up.

"Baby, I got the test," he whispered, helping you sit up slowly. "Do you feel up to taking it now?

You nodded, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Jude helped you to the bathroom, steadying you with each step.

After a few moments, you emerged, the test in your hand.

"Now we wait," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly.

Jude wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"No matter what, we'll face it together," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You sat in silence, the seconds ticking by slowly. Finally, you glanced at the test, your eyes widening.

"Jude... it's positive," you breathed.

A flood of emotions washed over Jude as he hugged you tightly, tears of joy and relief mingling with the worry.

"We're going to be parents again," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You smiled through your own tears, feeling a renewed sense of hope and strength. "Yes, we are."

You stayed like that for a while, holding each other.

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stevie-petey · 7 months ago

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episode one: suzie, do you copy?

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.” “You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.” Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “And yet you stay.” You tease. “And yet I stay.”

Summary: you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

Rating: general, swearing

Warnings: allusions to violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 9.6k

Before you swing in: shes here !!! season 3 of come home <333 im so excited for yall to read what i have planned, and thank you so much for being so patient as i planned the season out and started the chapters :) season 3 is pure chaos and i hope yall love what ive created, im proud of the changes i made <3333 we get some more insight into bug this season, which i also hope yall love !

June 27th, 1985.

A summer breeze gently creeps into Jonathan’s room, bringing the scent of dandelions and your childhood with it. It’s early evening and Jonathan hums to himself quietly, laying in his bed as he lazily skims through a comic he stole from you last week. You’re next to him as you carefully cut pieces of construction paper to glue onto the posterboard. Dustin comes home from camp in a few days and you want his welcome home banner to be perfect.

In the other room you hear the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of Joyce and Will laughing at whatever movie they’ve put on in the living room. Hearing their laughs makes you smile; it’s been so long since you’ve heard them laugh.

The tune that Jonathan hums now becomes a familiar one, and absent mindedly you begin to hum along with him. The cool summer night’s air encases the two of you, as if it senses that you want to freeze this moment forever. You’re in the Byers home, pressed against Jonathan’s side as you hum together an old song from when you were both fourteen and thought you had the world all figured out,

It’s nice, having this moment all to yourself with him. Moments alone with him have become few and far between, and it saddens you to think about.

There’s a new mall in town, Starcourt, and within a few months of it opening, Bookstrordinary has slowly been edging out of business. The entire town of Hawkins quickly fell in love with the mall, but with this love came the abandonment of downtown Hawkins.

Mrs. Waters can barely afford to have you work more than a few hours a day, so you’ve been spending your days visiting Nancy and Jonathan at their internship at the Hawkins Post or hanging at Scoops Ahoy to see Steve and Robin. While your friends have been lovely, you can’t swallow down the fear that you’ll lose your job by the end of summer.

As if somehow reading your thoughts, Jonathan puts down his comic and pokes your cheek. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask if you and Nance thought of anything else to try and save Bookstrordinary.”

You glue down a letter and try to distract yourself with the miniscule task. Nancy has been brainstorming a million ideas to try and help Mrs. Water, and while you appreciate her effort, it’s no use. Swallowing down even more dread, you shake your head at Jonathan. “No, nothing. Nancy offered to help organize a book drive to get more customers, but…”

“It wouldn’t be enough.” Jonathan finishes for you.

“Not nearly enough,” you sigh, desperately wanting to change the topic now. “But besides me possibly losing my job soon, how has yours been at the Hawkins Post?”

Now it’s Jonathan’s turn to sigh. “It’s… okay? I guess. I–I mean, definitely not what I expected it to be. The hours suck and the men are awful, but…” he shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you, embarrassed. “A job is a job.”

You rub his arm, understanding what he means. The Byers have always struggled with money, but ever since Will went missing two years ago and Jonathan lost his last job at the Hawk movie theater, it’s only gotten worse. They’ve tried hiding it, but last week you sneakily paid for Will’s ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while no one else was looking.

“I get it, bee.” You reassure him, hating that he even feels embarrassed in the first place.

Jonathan smiles and leans into your touch, appreciative of the fact that you know his family well enough by now to understand all he’s too ashamed to say. The two of you sit quietly for a few moments before he tries to lighten the mood with something else. “You excited for your birthday, bug?”

“Ugh,” you shake your head in disgust, which Jonathan laughs at. He knows you’ve never really liked your birthday. “Don’t remind me.”

“It’s in a few days, so you gotta suck it up.” Jonathan flicks your forehead and you swat your hand at him. “Besides, I bet $5 that Steve has some grand proposal planned for your birthday this year. He’s spent the entire summer drooling over you.”

His words make you blush furiously. “He has not–”

“He definitely has,” Jonathan tries to flick you again but you dodge, giggling. “I’m surprised he hasn’t publicly declared your love for you yet. I think there’s a betting pool going around the party.”

You gasp. “You’re lying!”

“Nope. Lucas and Max both lost last week, they bet mid June. Now it’s only me, Nancy, Will, and Dustin in the running.”

“What about Mike and El?”

“Mike didn’t want to encourage you dating Steve and the party agreed it felt unfair to have El gamble seeing as how she’s, ya know, still getting used to being in society.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. The idea is so bizarre and lovely, knowing how invested everyone is in your alleged love life, and it makes the worry you’ve been feeling fade away. “Can I join the pool? If I actually lose my job, I’ll need the money.”

Jonathan scoffs at you. “That goes against every gambling rule–”

“Please? I could be poor soon!”

“No, it’s not going to happen–”

“But–”

A knock on the window cuts you off. The two of you look up at the sound and find Nancy standing outside, waving and smiling. You hurry over to let her in, happy as always to see her. She’s been spending more and more nights at Jonathan’s, always sneaking in through the window.

It’s disgusting, and you couldn’t be happier for them.

Jonathan helps the girl climb through the window and greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey, Nance.”

She smiles up at him with a shine in her eyes, and you know it’s time to leave. It’s getting late, anyways. You start to gather your banner supplies as you greet Nancy yourself. “Welcome back, Wheeler.”

“Hello to you too, Henderson.”

You wink at the girl and quickly ruffle Jonathan’s hair. “I’m going home, bee. My mom wants me to help prep Dustin’s room and I wanna have his banner done by tomorrow.”

“Bike home safe, please.” He says with a stern finger pointed at you.

Rolling your eyes, you give a mocking salute to Nancy and Jonathan. “Use protection, kids. I’m too young to be an aunt.”

Nancy gasps while Jonathan practically trips over his own two feet at your words, and you laugh. You leave them alone to compose themselves, closing the door to Jonathan shouting, “That wasn’t funny!”

You’re still giggling to yourself when you walk into the living room and see Joyce and Will sprawled on the couch. Their movie has just finished, the credits are rolling as you stand next to the TV and wave goodbye to them.

“You leaving so soon?” Joyce asks, surprised to even see you leave Jonathan’s room in the first place.

“Yeah, gotta finish up Dustin’s welcome home banner,” you hold up your supplies. Then, through the house’s thin walls, you all hear Nancy’s soft giggle. At the sound, you lean in close to Joyce and Will and dramatically whisper, “Plus, between the three of us, company came, so…”

Will’s eyes widen. “Yuck!”

Joyce chuckles, remembering how in love she was at Jonathan’s age back then. “Would I be a bad parent if I told Nancy she could just use the front door?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s fun watching them think they’re getting away with it.” You steal a piece of candy from the bowl Will had been eating out of, and he holds it up higher so that you can grab more. “Thanks, little bee.”

“You think it’s fun teasing Nancy and Jonathan now, Y/N, but when you’re the one sneaking in through a boy’s window one day…” Joyce shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. “You’ll understand.”

Will looks up at you with his own evil glint in his eyes, and before you can stop him, he turns to his mom and says, “I wonder how high Steve Harrington’s window is.”

You pretend to attack Will and he giggles as he flees his seat and runs to the other side of the living room. “Will Byers I will spit in your cookies–”

Joyce covers her mouth and gasps. “Y/N, are you hiding a boyfriend from me?”

Quickly you stop chasing after Will, terrified of the idea of the woman thinking you’d hide anything from her. “What? No! I’m not dating Steve–”

“Yet!” Will exclaims from across the room, but his retaliation is followed by a shriek as you chase after the kid again.

“If you keep this up, I’m telling Steve to stop letting y’all sneak into the movies!” You threaten as you chase the boy around the room.

Joyce watches in amusement, she’s never been able to take her eyes off of you when you’re with her boys. Will dodges a grab and you stumble, giving him just enough time to hide behind his mom’s armchair.

He pokes his head out at your threat, his eyes now uncertain. “You wouldn’t really tell Steve that, right?”

Catching your breath, you collapse onto the couch and shake your head at him. “No, little bee. I wouldn’t.”

You’d never do that to Will. He’s been so keen on spending as much time as possible with the party this summer, spending each and every moment planning DnD campaigns and biking all over Hawkins to spend mere seconds together. Will has spent all summer trying as hard as possible to be a kid again because so much of his childhood was stolen by Upside Down.

Will slowly gets up from behind the armchair and sits next to you, relieved. “Okay, good. We wanna see a movie tomorrow night and I already promised everyone you’d get Steve to let us in. That would’ve sucked.”

You and Joyce laugh at the boy’s response, and it feels so good to have this moment with the two of them. You allow it to wash over you for a second, the Byers home has always had such a comforting effect on you, before getting up and gathering your things once more. “I really should go, though. My mom is waiting.”

Joyce and Will say goodbye and tell you to be safe on your way home, and it warms something within you. As you bike down their driveway home, you inhale the summer night’s air and wonder, days before you turn seventeen, how much longer you have left of just this: being a little kid going home after a long day.

–

When you get home, Tews greets you with an angry meow.

The cat had been a Christmas gift for your mom from you and Dustin, seeing as how you accidentally killed Mews. Your mom had cried seeing the little kitten, and had cried even harder when your brother suggested the stupid name “Tews.”

But it stuck, and now Tews glares at you as you take your time feeding her.

In Dustin’s room you can hear your mom rustling around, frantically cleaning the place as if it currently isn’t the cleanest it’s ever been since the kid has been gone all month. After you feed Tews, you make your way over to your brother’s room to help with cleaning.

A few hours later, you’re laying in bed, exhausted from your long day. Dustin’s banner sits on your desk, right next to the phone that resides in the corner. Yawning, you glance at the clock, but when you see the time, you smile.

The phone rings.

“Right on time, honey.”

“Aren’t I always, angel?” Steve’s voice soothes your aching bones, his words like honey, the very thing you’ve come to associate with him.

Phone calls have become more and more common between you and Steve. You’re not sure when this tradition formed, but when you aren’t at Scoops and he isn’t at your house infiltrating your family, you’re on the phone with one another.

Hearing Steve’s voice puts you at ease, and it wasn’t long before you started calling each other before bed every night.

“How was your day?” You ask him, spinning the phone’s cable around your finger as you lay in bed.

Steve lets out a dramatic groan. “I swear, after you left today, Robin intentionally amped up her taunts. It’s like you’re her buffer or something. The second you leave,” you hear him snap his fingers, “she turns against me!”

“Robin would never do that.” Your voice is monotone as you say this, which only makes Steve groan dramatically once more. Robin would most definitely do that; you both know this.

“You two are the worst together.”

“Yeah, well,” you pull your blankets up to your chin and readjust into a comfier position. Your eyes feel heavy and Steve’s voice settles over your body. “Prepare for more pain tomorrow night. Will and the party have grand plans to sneak into yet another movie.”

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.”

“You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”

Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And yet you stay.” You tease.

“And yet I stay.”

You bite back a smile; you can almost perfectly envision Steve laying in his own bed, phone pressed to his ear with his hair messy and eyes half lidded as he talks to you. You wish, more than anything, that you could be there with him right now; instead, you fall asleep to the sound of Steve’s voice, slightly raspy from his own exhaustion.

–

The next day you wake up to an empty house. Your mom has been spending her summer at Hawkin’s pool, like all the moms in town now do, to admire Billy at his new job.

It grosses you out to no end, and when your mom comes home some days swearing that Billy winked at her, you have to swallow down the phantom pain of his fingers wrapping around your windpipe.

By the time you get to work, Downtown Hawkins, as always, is a ghost town.

It’s been this way ever since Starcourt opened, and as you park your bike and lock it up, you can’t help but be unnerved by how quiet everything is. It was only a few years ago that you had to scream at a crowd of onlookers when Jonathan and Joyce had had that fight when they had found Will’s body in the quarry.

Now, walking slowly towards the front doors of Bookstrordinary, all you hear is silence in the once lively area. There are posters scattered throughout the old town, but they’re worn from the sunlight and torn from the weather. It’s a depressing sight.

Mrs. Waters greets you kindly when you walk in. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, Mrs. Waters.” You give her a quick peck on the cheek as you quickly swipe your card to clock in. The bookstore is empty. “Any new shipments today?”

The old woman shakes her head forelonly. “Afraid not. We still haven’t sold last month’s shipment.”

You duck your head down and curse. This is the second shipment you weren’t able to sell. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Waters.”

“Oh, don’t be!” She walks over to you, her wrist shakes as she uses her cane. She has aged so much these last few years. “I’ve owned this store for thirty years, dear. I’m just happy that I can give you and Alex a job before you kids go off to college. Besides, it’s given me something to do these last few years without my husband…”

The woman’s eyes glaze over, something that has started to happen more and more now, and you grab her arm gently and give her a little shake. “Hey, Mrs. Waters. You still with me?”

She blinks, looks around in a confused daze, before breaking into her old smile once more. “Of course I am! Now, sort some books while I ward off those debt collectors with this cane.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you can’t help but laugh at Mrs. Waters as she waves her cane around madly and gives you a wink. She hobbles back to her office and leaves you alone with the books and the ghost of Downtown Hawkins.

Only two customers come in during your four hour shift, and by midday Mrs. Waters releases you so that she can give Alex a few hours of work as well. She’s trying her best to keep you both hired for as long as she can, so she splits your hours. What she doesn’t know is that Alex now has a job at Hawkins’ pool and only comes into work because he just can’t bear to quit, and neither can you.

You bike to the mall, sad and needing a pick me up. Jonathan’s teasing from last night echoes in your head. How could you possibly think about your birthday when your boss is slowly losing both her mind and her business?

At the mall, your feet unconsciously take you to Scoops as they always do. This has become your favorite part of your dreary days: going to Scoops after work. The smell of ice cream greets you as you walk into the shop.

Robin sees you first and waves excitedly from the register. “Y/N!”

“It’s me!” You run up to the counter and lean over it to squeeze the girl into a tight hug.

There’s a loud crash from the backroom and just as you’ve pulled away from Robin, Steve bursts through the doors and leaps over the counter to join in on the hug. “Thank God you’re here, Robin was about to make me clean the tables.”

You giggle while Robin scoffs, pulling away. “It’s your turn, dingus.”

Steve, still hugging you from behind, hums. He begins to rock you back and forth in his arms, which only makes you giggle more, while he pretends to think about what the girl has said. “Nope, don’t remember it being my turn.”

Robin gives you a pleading look to back her up, and you reluctantly slide your arms over Steve’s and release his grip. He groans in complaint at the loss of your touch, and you roll your eyes at him as you turn around to now face him. “C’mon, let’s go wipe the tables so dear Robin can man the register in peace.”

Steve groans even louder now as Robin cheers, and you snatch the rag from his pocket and begin to wipe down the tables. He follows eventually, moaning and groaning as he cleans next to you, and you hit your hip against his. “Hey, at least you’re getting paid for this.”

“I give you free ice cream!” He argues, pieces of his hair falling out of his adorably dorky sailor’s hat that he has to wear for this job. It’s incredibly endearing, and as he hunches over to scrub at a particularly dirty table, his thighs strain against his probably too short shorts and you can’t help but stare at them. As you admire this spectacular show, Steve catches you and flicks your nose. “Quit ogling me and get back to your free labor, angel.”

“I wasn’t ogling, I was simply admiring.”

Robin gags from behind the register. “I can hear you guys, you know!”

You and Steve both stick your tongues out at her before going back to work.

The hours pass by quickly after that. The midday rush of tweens and teens alike infiltrate Scoops, so Steve helps Robin fling ice cream while you get comfortable in your designated booth in the corner. You’ve hidden a supply of comics underneath one of the booth’s cushions and you spend your time catching up on the latest Spider-Man arc.

You’re so engrossed in what you’re reading that you don’t notice a body slide into the booth next to you until the person speaks.

“Spider-Man, huh? Heard he’s a pretty cool guy.”

Startled by the stranger’s voice, you almost drop your comic in alarm. When you see that it’s just Jason Carver sitting next to you, you place a hand to your chest and inhale quickly, trying to settle your rapid heartbeat. “Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry!” He genuinely looks apologetic, so you wearily set down your comic and straighten up.

You’ve never spoken to Jason before, even though you’ve been in the same classes ever since eighth grade. He’s always ran with the popular crowd, being a jock and all, and you’ve always ran with Jonathan. However, despite being on the basketball team, Jason has never been mean to either of you, so you figure it’s safe to offer him your attention.

“Can I ask why you’re here?” You cock your head at him, feeling your hair fall over your shoulders.

Jason smiles at you, in a sort of cute and charming way. “Stopped by to get my little sister some ice cream,” he points to a little girl next to him, who waves at you, and you wave back. “Then I saw you sitting here all alone reading one of my favorite comics, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to such a pretty girl.”

You blush at his bold words. You’ve never received such attention from anyone before, at least not anyone normal thanks to Billy, and you’re not really sure why Jason seems to be paying attention to you now. He’s had years to do this.

Jason sees your sudden shyness and chuckles. He stands up and offers you his hand. “Why don’t I buy you some ice cream, maybe you could help me show my sister around the mall–” Steve’s shoulder collides roughly into the teen’s, causing him to stumble into his sister’s ice cream cone and get chocolate ice cream all over the front of his pants. Jason looks up at Steve and balls his fists in anger. “What the fuck, Harrington?”

You quickly cover the little girl’s ears, though she giggles.

Steve shrugs as he looks at Jason. “Sorry, man. Didn’t see you there.” Then, he turns to you, and offers his own hand. “Anyways, I think it’s time for your daily free ice cream, angel.”

Jason’s eyes narrow as you accept Steve’s hand and spare him an apologetic glance. Before you leave, you dig some cash out of your overalls and hand them to him. “For your sister’s new ice cream cone.”

He sighs and accepts the money. Jason knows that Steve is still holding your hand as he stands behind you, but he has nothing else to lose at this point. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”

Steve twirls you with your interlocked hands, causing you to giggle, and guides you to the ice cream counter. As he leaves, shouts behind him, “Not at all, buddy!”

You know you should feel bad, but Steve twirls you again and all you can do is giggle breathlessly as Jason Carver walks out of Scoops with his sister in tow.

–

Later that night the mall is busier than ever, and as you’re gossiping with Robin about Steve ruining Jason’s pants, you’re interrupted by Mike’s grubby little hand repeatedly hitting the bell.

Seems it’s time for their movie.

You flick the kid’s head, which Lucas, Max, and Will snicker at. “Enough!”

“Ow, Y/N!”

“Thanks,” Robin sends you an appreciative smile before she calls towards the backroom, “Dingus, your children are here!”

Within seconds, Steve opens the sliding windows and sighs when he sees Mike and the party. “Again? Seriously?”

“I warned you.” You say, shrugging at his annoyance. “Let the kids have some fun.”

Mike rings the bell again. “Do what Y/N says.”

Steve sighs in defeat and motions for the kids to follow him behind the counter. “Fine, but only because I’m nice, not because Y/N said so.”

“Right.” Everyone says, not at all believing him, which Steve chooses to ignore.

You all follow him through the back entrance of the mall. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Steve waves the kids inside. “I swear, if anybody hears about this–”

“We’re dead.” The kids all respond, voices monotone with annoyance after hearing this threat a million times.

However, before they all leave, Will gently tugs at your hand to get your attention. “Are you coming with?”

You want to say yes, but then you catch Steve’s eyes and he silently pleads with you to stay, and you know you can’t tell him no. Squeezing Will’s hand, you shake your head. “Sorry, little bee. I promise I will next time, though.”

Mike scoffs in disgust, disappointed in you. Your relationship with Steve has always confused him, and you’ve only gotten closer to the teen since Dustin left for camp. He pities what the boy will think when he comes back to his sister all lovey-dovey with an idiot like Steve Harrington.

Once the kids leave, you go back into Scoops with Steve and settle into your booth once more. Grabbing your comic, you flip to where you left off before looking up at the teen and saying, “you have me for another hour. I can’t be out late tonight, Dustin comes home tomorrow and I promised Mike I’d be up at like seven to let everyone in.”

Steve salutes you and hops back behind his counter to help Robin with some customers. You smile at his antics and go back to reading. A few minutes pass, Spider-Man has just kissed MJ, before the lights above you start to flicker and then go out completely.

Everyone in the mall gasps and murmurs in a slight panic as they’re thrown into darkness. The hair on your arms stands up; you no longer trust lights that flicker. Robin catches your eye and gives you an odd look when she sees the fear on your face.

“Scared of the dark, Y/N?” She teases, not understanding what you really fear: what lies below Hawkins.

“That’s weird,” Steve mumbles to himself as he goes over to the light switch. He starts to flip the switch repeatedly, and you roll your eyes at him. He’s an idiot sometimes.

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” Robin says, looking over at you once more as if to silently ask, why are you attracted to him?

You shake your head at her as Steve continues to flip the switch, now only quickening his movements. He stares Robin down as if to challenge her. “Oh, really?”

Nothing happens, because contrary to what Steve may believe, he can’t fix what is likely (and what you hope) is simply a blackout from the summer heat. He flicks the lightswitch a few more times before the generators kick back on and Scoops Ahoy is once again lit up.

Steve raises his eyebrows at Robin and smirks at her, pleased. “See? Let there be light.”

You drop your head to the table, now also questioning why you’re attracted to the guy.

However, when it’s time to head home and Steve walks with you to your bike outside, he kisses your cheek and wishes you a good night; you know that this is the reason you’ve fallen for him: his kindness. With his kiss lingering on your cheek, you bike home.

–

When Steve gets back from saying goodbye to you, he’s met with a nosey Robin.

She stands against the counter with her arms crossed. There aren’t any more customers in the shop, they closed about ten minutes ago, and Steve was really looking forward to driving home and taking off his stupid uniform.

Robin, however, clearly has other plans.

“What did I do now?” He asks her, not daring to take any step closer.

“Why haven’t you asked Y/N out yet?” Steve’s eyes widen at the question and Robin knows she’s got him cornered. “I’ve spent hours with you guys, and it’s driving me insane that you haven’t manned up!”

“‘Manned up’?” Steve sputters out, completely offended.

Robin throws her arms out in front of her. “Yes! I mean, it’s so obvious that you’re in love with her and that she’s in love with you. Just… Just get it over with!”

Blushing, Steve slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. As much as it pains him to admit it, he knows that Robin is right. “It’s… complicated.”

“Well, go on.” The girl now hops on the counter and sits on it. “Explain it to me, then.”

“Y/N used to be in love with…” Steve stops, unsure if you’d want him to be telling Robin this. “Someone.”

She rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows she was in love with that Byers kid.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the reminder that at one point, everyone in Hawkins truly believed you were destined for Jonathan. “Well as I’m sure you know… He got with Nancy, who–uh, I had been with.”

“Okay, so what?”

“I–” Steve isn’t sure what Robin doesn’t understand. “I needed… time?”

Robin frowns. “After Nancy dumped you?”

“Technically I dumped her–”

“What does this have to do with Y/N?” Robin presses.

Steve groans and rubs at his eyes. He’s tired and wants to go home to call you and go to bed with your soft voice in his head. “Y/N understood that the breakup with Nancy hurt, and–well. She told me she’d wait for me. I guess. While I figured my shit out.”

Robin thinks this over for a minute. “Okay, I think I can understand that, but–wait, when did this all happen again?”

“... December.” He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the girl’s inevitable anger.

“Harrington!”

There it is.

“I know, okay?” Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. “I’m over Nancy, I’ve been over her since at least April, but… But what–what if Y/N has lost interest in me now? What if–maybe I made her wait too long, or–or what if she thinks she’s just Nancy’s replacement?”

Steve is rambling now, months of his anxious and insecure thoughts now spilling out. “I mean, it’d kill me if–if I ever made her feel second to anyone! She’s… She’s incredible and–God, I don’t even know why she likes me and I’ve spent this entire summer trying to–I don’t know… Figure out how to confess my feelings to her in a way that matters, ya know? Like, a grand proposal to show her that I’m crazy about her.”

Robin is silent for several minutes after Steve’s frantic spiel, he’s panting by the time he’s done. Then, finally, she says, “Dude… You’re way overthinking this.”

Steve winces. “I mean, her birthday is in a few days. I can… I can ask her to be my girlfriend then. That’s romantic, right?”

“You’re hopeless.”

–

“Dusty comes home today!” Your mom’s shrill voice wakes you up as she prances around the house getting ready. You roll over in bed and stretch, tired but excited to see your brother again after a month of being apart.

You get out of bed and press a kiss to your mother’s cheek before telling her to drive safe. Glancing at the clock, you see that you have just enough time to shower before the party arrives. The entire thing had been Mike’s plan and you were more than happy to help arrange everything.

After you’ve gotten ready, you hear three swift knocks on your front door and you answer it. “Right on time, Wheeler.”

Mike salutes you as he and the others walk in. El gives you a hug and Max high fives you as the boys start setting up the robots. The six of you get started on the plan: place all the robots in Dustin’s room, all hidden in various corners, and then use El’s powers to control them and guide him to the living room so that you all can surprise him.

It’s a brilliant plan, one only a Wheeler could think of.

It takes you, Lucas, Mike, and Will to successfully hang up Dustin’s banner that took you all week to make. There’s cursing, yelling, a few trips, and multiple snickers from El and Max while the four of you struggle to hang the thing, but eventually you manage to secure the banner into place in the living room.

Just as you’ve finished hanging it up, you hear your mom’s car pull into the driveway and you quickly shove the kids into a closet. “Quick! That’s my mom’s car, hide!”

Lucas yelps and Max punches his shoulder to shut him up, but thankfully you manage to close the closet door just in time before Dustin walks in. You hide behind the couch, quiet so as not to be seen by him, and carefully listen for his footsteps to retreat down the hall and into his room.

Once he’s gone, you scramble towards the closet and open the door. “Okay, he’s in his room, time for step two.”

“Did we all really have to hide in the closet?” Will asks, rubbing at his shoulder that had been shoved into a hanger.

“Yes, now shush and hide behind the wall so he doesn’t see you.” You order, and the kids all listen. Once you’re all pressed against the wall, you nod at El. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She responds, closing her eyes. Static fills the air and you hear one of the robots turn on in Dustin’s room. Then the other one turns on, then the monkey, and soon all the toys have been activated by El’s powers.

Mike pokes his head around the corner. “Okay, now start leading the robots here.”

Blood slowly begins to drip from El’s nose and you feel bad that she’s doing this, but the kids all look excited, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little giddy yourself. The noise from the robots grows louder as El draws them out from the room and towards you guys.

You hear Dustin’s uncertain voice following behind them. “It’s just a dream… You’re dreaming.”

Then Mike whispers to El, “Now!”

The robots all die in the center of your living room and slowly everyone starts to creep out from behind the wall. Lucas is holding his own poster he made and you hand everyone party noisemakers. Dustin is investigating the robots and doesn’t hear you stalk up behind him. Max silently counts to three, and on her signal, you all blow your party noisemakers and surprise him.

Dustin screams and immediately holds up his Farrah Fawcett spray, blinding Lucas as he continuously sprays it. The poor boy screams as well and the rest of the kids back away, out of the line of fire. However, as soon as your momentary shock wears off, you manage to snatch the hairspray out of your brother’s hand and save Lucas.

“Why is Farrah Fawcett your weapon of choice?” You exclaim, shoving a still screaming Lucas towards your kitchen so that you flush the spray out of his eyes. Max joins, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.

“Why would you scare me like that after the hell we went through this year?” Dustin shouts back at you, clutching at his chest.

Dustin’s words make you stop for a moment and think. Huh. He has a point. “Yeah, we should’ve thought about that, honestly.”

“A little help here?” Lucas brings the attention back to him and you apologize, helping him once more to flush his eyes out. As you and Max tend to him, Dustin tells the others to follow him to his room so he can show them what he built at camp.

Max splashes some more water in Lucas’ eyes. “Better?”

The boy stands up and wipes his face, though he’s careful not to touch his eyes. “Still stings.”

“I feel like I should call someone…” You mumble, Your first aid knowledge doesn’t include Farrah Fawcett in the eyes.

Lucas blinks a few times and looks around. He leans in closer to Max’s face and for a moment you’re scared he’ll kiss her, but instead he chooses to be an idiot. “Is that a new zit?”

You wince and Max’s eyes widen in disbelief. She looks at you and you both seem to come to the same agreement: grabbing the back of Lucas’ neck, the two of you shove his face back into the water. “What is wrong with you?”

Lucas screams again and you leave Max to deal with him, laughing to yourself as you go see whatever creation your brother has brought home. You love Lucas, you do, but you have no idea how Max puts up with his boyish antics.

Inside Dustin’s room, you find him and the others hunched over a collection of wires and metal pieces. You walk in and join them.

“I would like you to meet Cerebro.” Dustin presents his creation, but you honestly have no idea what it’s supposed to be.

You squint at it. “It’s… Pretty?”

“What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike asks, unimpressed.

“An unassembled, one-of-a-kind, battery powered radio tower!” Dustin explains with a proud smile on his face.

A beat of silence passes before Will carefully asks, “So… It’s a ham radio?”

Dustin’s excitement only grows. “The Cadillac of radios.”

“Still not understanding, buddy.” You now voice, usually always lost when it comes to the more AV stuff the party likes.

“This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast differences.” Your brother clarifies for you, and you nod along. “I’m talking North Pole to South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

You, Mike, El, and Will all look at each other in shock at the word that has just left Dustin’s mouth. “Girlfriend?”

Your brother nods, looking all smug, and you immediately berate him with a million questions. “What’s her name, where is she from, how long have you been dating. Tell me everything, now!”

“Relax, dear sister. Her name is Suzie, and I’ll explain in a second. We can even talk to her if you guys help me set Cerebro up on Weathertop hill.”

You’re the first to start grabbing all the supplies, giddy and eager to hear more about your baby brother’s girlfriend. It’s almost too good to be true. Mike, Will, and El follow along and soon you’re all holding materials for Cerebro as you follow Dustin out of the house.

As you all leave, Mike starts asking questions again. “Wait, so her name is Suzie?”

Dustin nods. “Suzie, with a ‘z’. She’s from Utah.”

“People from Utah actually exist?” You ask, which the others laugh at.

“Girls go to science camp?” Will asks.

You give him a stern look. “Anyone can go to science camp, Will.”

“What Y/N said,” Dustin continues explaining his girlfriend. “And Suzie does, she’s a genius.”

“Is she cute?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Think Phoebe Cates, only better.”

You re-adjust one of the poles for Cerebro in your arms. “Can we focus on her being smart instead? I think she sounds lovely.”

From the kitchen, Max sees the four of you open the front door as she helps Lucas with his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to talk to Dustin’s girlfriend.” Will informs them.

Lucas whips his head up from the sink as he and Max exclaim, “Girlfriend?”

“I know, right?” You say, motioning them to follow.

–

“Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty-five.” Steve hands the ice cream cone to the girl he’s currently serving. She’s pretty enough, and when he notices her Purdue shirt, he can’t help but say something about it. “Ooh, Purdue! Fancy.”

The girl smiles and hands Steve her change. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“Yeah, you know… I–I considered it. Purdue.” He types the code into the register and places the change inside. “But then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real life experience, you know, before I hit college. See what it’s like.”

The girl and the friend she’s with exchange weird glances, and Steve knows he’s rambling like an idiot. “Uh, what I mean is… You’re girls, right? How would the two of you like to be asked out by a guy?”

“I’m sorry?” Purdue girl asks, looking at her friend, creeped out.

The cash register begins to beep at him and Steve hits it a few times to shut it up. “Sorry, uh… Anyways, say you’ve seen this guy every day for like, months, and feelings are shared, you know, as they are. Then time passes and the guy never makes the move because he’s, well, he’s an idiot–”

“Yeah, totally.” Purdue girl interrupts him and her friend giggles.

“Exactly, so… This was, like, so fun. This little chat. Anyways, what do you think? How would you want the guy to ask you out?” Steve puts on his most charming smile, hoping that the girls will say that maybe he isn’t crazy for waiting so long to ask you out. As he hands them their change, he drops part of it. “Oh, sorry about that. Uh…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna be asked out.” Purdue girl says as her friend snorts.

“Sure, but I mean, it’s complicated, you know? And–”

Purdue girl interrupts him once more. “No, I’m sorry, but it sounds like you missed your chance and you’re like, really weird.”

“But the guy isn’t me!” Steve shouts as the two girls leave, only embarrassing himself even more. He sighs, closes his eyes, and wonders how he got here.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin announces from behind him. He turns around and watches as she marks another tally underneath the you suck column of her whiteboard. Next to it is the column you rule, which currently has zero marks. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck and that Y/N isn’t the problem here, you are, right?”

“Yup, I can read, too.” Steve swallows down his annoyance, he knows he’s only done this to himself.

“Since when?”

“It’s this stupid hat,” Steve complains, as if this is the only appropriate answer. “I’m telling you, it’s making everyone think I’m some pathetic guy who can’t ask a girl out.”

Robin leans against the window. “Yeah, company policy is the reason that you’re an idiot for not asking out Y/N.” She thinks for a moment and tries to offer the teen some advice. “Ya know, it’s a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?”

“What? That I’m hopelessly in love with her? Sure, I’m such a catch who couldn’t even get into Tech and whose douchebag dad is trying to teach a lesson, now making three bucks an hour with no future.” Steve laughs at himself. “A catch who, by the way, could’ve been hers back in December had he not been a complete moron? What a great truth.”

Robin frowns, now feeling bad for making him feel this way. While she doesn’t understand everything, she gets that Steve has had a difficult few months. Taking pity on him, she points out some girls approaching and tries to lighten his mood. “Hey, twelve o’clock! Maybe they’ll see your side of things.”

Steve turns around and sees the girls as well. “Shit, okay. Okay, I can do this! I’m going in.” He quickly snatches the sailor hat from his head and tosses it to Robin. “Screw company policy, I’m getting advice about Y/N one way or another.”

For a second, Robin has hope for him, but then he opens his Scoops Ahoy greeting way too loud and then immediately starts to ramble about you, and she sighs in defeat and marks another tally underneath the you suck column.

–

Hiking up a giant, grassy hill in ninety degree heat while hauling heavy equipment for a giant radio that your brother built to talk to his alleged long distance girlfriend definitely wasn’t what you had in mind today. In fact, you mourn the fact that you aren’t working today.

You’re only here to hear about Dustin’s girlfriend, honestly.

“Aren’t we high enough?” Lucas pants, voicing what everyone else is thinking.

Dustin shakes his head. ��Cerebro works best at a hundred meters.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure people in Utah have telephones.” Max quips.

You wipe sweat from your brow and cringe, you feel disgusting. “Max, you’ve always been so wise.”

“Suzie’s Mormon.” Says Dustin, and you almost trip over a rock.

“You’re dating a Mormon?”

Lucas talks over you. “Oh, shit. She doesn’t have electricity?”

“Oh, that’s the Amish.” Max corrects him, and you get flashbacks to when you had to correct Steve about Nazis and Germans.

Will frowns at you. “What are Mormons?”

“Scary people–”

Dustin interrupts you. “Super religious white people. They have electricity and cars and stuff, but… Since I’m not Mormon, her parents would never approve.”

“Please don’t become Mormon,” you beg, dripping even more sweat. “I need someone sane in our family.”

“I won’t,” Dustin reassures you, though he has a far off look in his eyes. “But it’s all a bit Shakespearean, don’t you think?”

“Shakespearean?” Max laughs and you also can’t help but giggle.

Dustin doesn’t let your teasing deter him from reminiscing, though. “Yeah, like Romeo and Juliet.”

“They both die, Dustin.” It’s important to you that he knows this.

“But they were also star crossed lovers.”

“Who killed themselves.”

Below, Mike shouts to the rest of you, “Hey, guys!”

You all turn and you frown when you see just how far he and El are, both of them empty handed and dry as a daisy in the summer heat. When Mike sees that he has all of your attention, he taps at his watch. “This is fun and all, but, uh…”

“I have to go home.” El announces, her arm intertwined through Mike’s.

Dustin points towards the top of the hill no less than a few yards away. “We’re almost there.”

“Sorry, man. Curfew.” Mike shrugs, he isn’t really sorry and you all know it. He then grabs El’s hand and they descend down the hill, giggling and enamored with one another.

With a gleeful laugh, El says goodbye. “Good luck!”

Dustin looks down at his watch. “Curfew at four?”

You’re startled by the time, having assumed it was at least closer to six. Hopper may be an overprotective grump of a man, but not even he is crazy enough to enact a curfew for El at four in the afternoon. “That… Doesn’t sound real.”

“They’re lying.” Lucas explains, frustrated.

“It’s been like this all summer.” Will says bitterly, something that you take note of.

Max nudges you with her shoulder. “I think it’s romantic.”

“It’s gross!” Will voices again.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know, it’s your guys’ last summer before high school and…”

“It’s bullshit.” Dustin finishes for you, hurt in his voice. “I just got home.”

You flick him. “Language! But… I agree.”

Dustin watches with annoyance as Mike and El walk down the hill hand in hand. While he’s incredibly hurt that they’ve ditched him after being gone for a month, he remembers what Steve has taught him. People can suck, but there’s nothing he can do about it. “Well, their loss, right? Onwards and upwards, Suzie awaits!”

Max and Lucas groan at the idea of continuing the hike while you admire your brother’s perseverance. You’re proud of him for not letting Mike and El ruin his plans with the others. He’s excited to be home, and you’re more than happy to go along with whatever schemes he has planned.

You’re about to follow the others up the hill when you realize that Will hasn’t joined. You turn around and see that he has his hand around the back of his neck as he stands there, frozen. Then, he turns and faces Hawkins, stumbling back a bit as he does so, and you watch with a frown on your face.

“Hey, little bee, are you okay?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder, which seems to break him of whatever spell he’d been under.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and you don’t at all believe him. Will looks uneasy, as if he’s just seen a ghost. A part of you begins to worry, but you don’t push him. For all you know, it could be about Mike and his growing distance from the others.

“Well, c’mon, then.” You grab Will’s hand and together you ascend the rest of the hill.

At the top, Dustin drops his bag and sighs. “Made it!”

“Yeah, only took five hours,” Max pants out, stumbling the final few steps up the hill.

You collapse onto the ground and fight to catch your breath. “I run almost every morning. I think I lost a lung back there.”

“Why couldn’t we just play DnD?” Will collapses next to you.

Lucas grabs the flask of water, and as you struggle to get air into your lungs, you watch as he chugs the remaining water without a care in the world. Max watches as well, annoyed, and once again you pity Lucas. He’s such a boy.

Building the radio takes longer than expected. After your short five minute break, Dusin puts you all to work. There’s a million pieces to the thing and your fingers ache from screwing bolts into slots and extending poles. The sun has begun to set when you finally push the giant radio into an upright position. It’s easily fifteen feet high, and it’s an impressive sight that you can’t deny.

“Not bad, Dustin.” You admit, walking around Cerebro in awe.

“Ready to meet my love?” He asks everyone, and you all sit down next to him and eagerly await. Dustin switches the radio on. “Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.”

No one answers. All you hear is radio feedback.

Dustin scratches his nose nervously. “One sec. She’s probably… She’s still there.” Again, no one answers, and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. “Suzie… This is Dustin, do you copy? Over.”

More radio static follows in the absence of Suzie’s response.

You wince, despite trying to appear supportive. You can’t help it, this is embarrassing for your brother. While you don’t doubt that he has a girlfriend, you admit that this doesn’t look good for him. A long distance girlfriend who is hot and smart and magically needs a radio to communicate with? Unlikely.

“I’m sure she’s there,” Dustin tries to explain to you guys, now even more embarrassed. “It’s dinner time, and she’s busy…”

“Yeah, sure.” Lucas tries to be supportive and play along, which you appreciate him immensely for. Max nods as well, but Will just stands there silent.

“Maybe try again?” You encourage, trying to be nice.

Dustin nods and tries once more to contact Suzie, and it goes on like this for a while. He radios, no one answers, and eventually you and everyone else lay down in the grass as you wait for nothing.

Almost an hour passes and the crickets begin to chirp as the sun goes down and the moon comes up. Dustin is still trying to reach Suzie, but Max finally has enough. “Dustin, come on! She’s not there.”

“She’s there, alright? She’ll pick up.”

“Dustin…” You sigh, unsure how to tell him that you also want to leave. You had plans with Steve tonight, he invited you over to watch a movie and you should’ve left ten minutes ago.

Will lifts his head up from the grass. “Maybe Cerebro doesn’t work.”

“Or maybe Suzie doesn’t exist.” Lucas argues.

Dustin gasps. “She exists!”

“She’s a genius and she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose at Lucas’ words and wait for Max’s inevitable offense. He truly, deeply, is such a boy. As predicted, Max sits up and looks down at him with annoyance. “Is that so?”

Lucas shuffles up in panic, now realizing too late what he’s said. “I mean–you’re perfect! I mean, like, perfect–in your own way, in your own, uh, special way!”

“Lucas,” you hit his shoulder. “Stop talking, dude.”

Max laughs, pleased with herself. “Relax, I was teasing. I’m obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying.”

“Okay, no,” you now sit up. “He isn’t lying, it’s just a very unfortunate circumstance.”

Max doesn’t listen and instead offers Lucas her hand to help him up so that they can leave. “Come on, Don Juan.”

“Where are you going?” Dustin follows, not understanding yet what’s happening.

“Home,” Max huffs, before remembering that you’re there, too. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” you wave at them weakly, knowing that this will only upset your brother further as she and Lucas slowly head home.

Dustin stands next to you now. “Well, guess it’s just us and Byers, Y/N,”

Will now stands up and awkwardly avoids your brother’s gaze. “Um… It’s late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play DnD, or something fun, like we used to?”

Dustin clenches his jaw. You know he’s close to tears, and it breaks your heart to watch. You stand up and rest your arm around him as he responds to Will. “Yeah, sure.”

“Welcome home,” Will says sadly before he starts to walk down the hill as well.

You anxiously watch as he leaves. “Be careful, please!”

“I will!” He reassures you, knowing that you’re still terrified of losing him again.

As you watch Will, Dustin whispers to himself, “Yeah, welcome home.”

His words break your heart even more. Forgetting about your anxiety over Will, you wrap both arms around your brother and hug him. He had been so excited earlier to be home and see all his friends after a month of being away. You understand that the kids are all growing up, but you had always hoped that they’d grow together, not apart.

“You still have all of July and August,” you try to comfort Dustin, desperately hoping that you aren’t lying to both him and yourself. “I’m sure they’ll come around.”

Suddenly the radio attached to Cerebro switches on and Dustin pushes you off of him so that he can get to the radio in time. He stumbles over his feet and trips, and you watch with amusement and curiosity.

He manages to finally untangle himself from the radio and answers. “Suzie, Suzie, is that you?”

You sit down next to Dustin and lean in close to the radio, excited to finally meet your brother’s girlfriend. Instead, you hear what sounds like a foreign language. It’s distinct, slightly muffled, but you know what it is. “Is that…”

“Russian.” Dustin whispers.

Everything changes, then.

–

You force Dustin to go home immediately. He wants to stay, see if he can find any more hidden messages, but you refuse. He’s elated, talking a mile a minute as you bike home, theorizing every possible answer as to why you heard Russian in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Dustin!” You yell at him, terrified that someone could be listening. “Not here, okay?”

He deflates, but pedals home alongside you.

You’re terrified as you bike home, a million thoughts are running through your head. You don’t at all like what any of this could mean; you’ve had enough sketchy government facilities and secret government agencies to last you a fucking lifetime.

When you get home, you order Dustin to go to bed.

“But Y/N, we’ve got to tell someone about this–”

“Tomorrow, okay? Just, please, Dustin.” You’re exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.

Your brother senses that you’re at your limit and reluctantly backs down. “Fine, but can we at least tell Steve tomorrow?”

Hearing Steve’s name puts something at ease within you. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Scoops with Dustin and ask Steve what he thinks about all of this. Comforted by the fact that you now have a plan forming, you begin to calm down. “I promise we’ll tell him tomorrow, okay?”

Dustin nods and heads to his room, wishing you a good night. When you hear his door click shut, you slowly head to your own room. You’re terrified, and there’s only one thing you want to do to lessen the fear that scratches at your throat. After crawling into bed, you call Steve.

He answers immediately. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, his voice like an exhale of a summer’s day. “I… I’m sorry I missed our movie night.”

Steve laughs softly. “Angel, I’m just happy you’re okay. I was getting worried there.”

You close your eyes. “It’s been a weird day.”

“Did something happen?” Steve senses that there’s something you aren’t telling him, which worries him.

“Dustin… He may have found something, but I just–I don’t want to talk about it just yet. I… I don’t want to jinx it,” you squeeze your eyes tight and will away the fear you feel. “I–I’m just, I’m so exhausted, you know?”

“Y/N, are you in danger–”

“No,” you dispel any fear that Steve may feel. “I promise I’m okay, I just really need to hear your voice right now, okay? Can you just talk to me, please?”

“Of course I can.” Steve agrees without any questions asked, and you love how he trusts you enough to do this.

Exhaling the remaining fear, you allow the warmth from Steve to hold you through the night. “Thank you, honey.”

“Anytime, angel. You know that.”

And you do.

Steve begins telling you a story from today, how he dropped an ice cream cone on a toddler and enraged the mom, and you fall asleep that night to the sound of his voice over the phone.

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ᡴꪫ ⋆ GAME CATERERS X SVT ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── episode 3-1.

Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN

synopsis: Episode 3-1! Here we are officially continuing the music quiz and finishing it off with the prizes that would ultimately give PD Na a mental breakdown.

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

╰ ౨ৎ fan reactions ╰ ౨ৎ game caterers masterlist

[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

The atmosphere inside the room was electric, a mix of anticipation and playful rivalry buzzing through the air as SEVENTEEN sat in their teams, waiting for the next round of the music quiz to begin. The members exchanged glances, some quietly strategizing while others leaned back, eyes narrowing as they mentally prepared for whatever challenge PD Na would throw their way.

There was a lightness in the air despite the competitive edge— laughter still echoed from the last round, and every so often, someone would recall a funny moment, reigniting the chorus of chuckles and banter among them.

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly as PD Na recapped the scores, setting the tone for the remainder of the game. In the lead were Seungkwan and Hoshi, their playful but determined dynamic propelling them to first place with an impressive four points. It was clear that their synergy, honed through years of performing together, had given them the edge in this competition.

Trailing behind in second place were several teams, all locked in with two points.

Mingyu and Jeonghan, are known for their mischievousness and quick thinking. Across from them, Dino and Wonwoo sat more relaxed. Vernon and Minghao, typically laid-back, remained composed but their eyes carried a hint of competitiveness, quietly content with their steady performance thus far. Meanwhile, Luna and Joshua, the game’s unexpected dark horses, exchanged soft smiles. Their comfortable teamwork had earned them two points as well, keeping them neck and neck with the other second-place teams.

Dokyeom and Jun, sitting at one point, seemed eager to climb higher. While they weren’t at the top, the energy between them suggested a duo that could quickly catch up if given the right moment.

At the bottom of the rankings sat Woozi and S.Coups, the strategic but luckless duo who had yet to score a point. Despite their low standing, Woozi’s calm demeanor and S.Coups’ reassuring presence suggested they weren’t overly fazed by the current situation.

As the 14th round of the music quiz began, a soft, melancholic tune flowed through the speakers, causing an immediate stillness in the room.

[Different vibe from previous questions]

The members, once brimming with energy and excitement, sat back in their seats, their expressions turning puzzled as the slow, emotional melody settled in. Heads turned, eyes darted from one face to another as they searched for any hint of recognition. The usual spark of confidence and enthusiasm from previous rounds dimmed slightly, replaced with uncertainty.

Luna, sitting beside Joshua, leaned in with a light sigh, her brows furrowed in thought. “Wow, I already don’t know,” she murmured to him, shaking her head slightly, her voice reflecting a mix of awe and confusion. Joshua mirrored her expression, just as lost as the rest of the group.

The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of the song, as everyone seemed to sit in a trance, trying to grasp any familiar note or lyric.

A few more notes passed, deepening the haze of uncertainty. Suddenly, S.Coups stood up from his seat, raising his hand confidently and breaking the silence. His voice rang out with their team’s slogan, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!” His words carried a tone that often characterized his competitive side.

PD Na smiled, pointing toward him and repeating the slogan with a chuckle, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him.”

With newfound confidence, S.Coups confidently stated, “Lim Young Woong,” naming the artist.

PD Na nodded, gesturing for Woozi to take over. “1, 2, 3…” The countdown began, and all eyes shifted to Woozi, whose face froze in genuine surprise as the pressure built.

“‘I Love You’,” Woozi blurted out, his voice trailing off with hesitation.

[Confessing out of the blue]

“Wrong!” PD Na declared, the abrupt response cutting through the tension.

S.Coups let out a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around Woozi in a lighthearted hug, teasing him for getting caught off guard.

Dokyeom quickly stood up, followed by Jun, the two determined to give it a shot. Dokyeom called out their team’s slogan, “I Get Worked Up and Lose My Temper Easily!” PD Na pointed toward them, waiting for their answer.

“Lim Young Woong,” Jun said calmly, his tone measured.

“‘When It Rains’,” Dokyeom followed with the title, his voice hopeful.

“Wrong!” PD Na replied without missing a beat, causing a wave of laughter to ripple through the room. Some of the members chuckled, especially at Dokyeom’s response.

“What’s that?” Seungkwan laughed from his spot, finding amusement in the randomness of Dokyeom’s guess.

[That's the lyrics]

“What is it?” Dokyeom muttered to himself, still processing his own answer as he sat back down.

Silence fell once again as they continued listening to the song, the first lyrics gently filtering through the air.

Jeonghan remained seated but raised his voice, calling out their team slogan, “Burt and Fart,” he said dryly, his expression unreadable. PD Na pointed to them, signaling for their answer.

“Lim Young Woong,” Mingyu said, leaning slightly forward, his voice filled with certainty.

“‘Trust Me Now,’” Jeonghan added smoothly, confident in his guess.

“That’s so close. Wrong,” PD Na said, shaking his head, causing both Jeonghan and Mingyu to freeze in shock. Their mouths opened slightly in disbelief, the closeness of their answer leaving them stunned.

Vernon, sensing an opportunity, stood up with renewed determination, raising his hand and calling out his and Minghao’s slogan. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he declared with vigor.

“Lim Young Woong,” Minghao said, his voice cool and composed.

“‘Trust In Me,’” Vernon added confidently.

“You got it!” PD Na exclaimed, excitement in his tone as he confirmed their answer.

Vernon and Minghao erupted in delight, moving to the center of the room to celebrate their success with an impromptu dance, their grins wide and full of victory.

Jeonghan, still processing how close his answer had been, let out a scoff of disbelief, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of how near he had been to getting it right.

[He knew it, but he got it wrong]

Luna, lounging comfortably in her seat, caught the moment from across the room. She pointed toward Jeonghan, a teasing smile on her lips as she chuckled softly.

“He’s really disappointed,” she giggled to herself, knowing Jeonghan’s competitive nature all too well.

[Bunny finds the other bunny funny]

At the sound of her voice, Jeonghan turned his head in her direction, his fingers still pinching the bridge of his nose. He scrunched his face at her playfully, his expression a mix of playful annoyance and affection, causing Luna to beam back at him with a cheeky smile, their small interaction unnoticed by most but filled with the usual warmth and banter between them.

Seungkwan, in typical fashion, broke the momentary silence with his witty remark, “It’s a diverse genre,” his voice carrying a playful note as he glanced at the others, earning a few more chuckles around the room.

Meanwhile, Vernon and Minghao stood at the center, the soft, slow song they had just guessed still playing in the background. The energy shift was palpable, and the two members awkwardly exchanged glances, unsure how to match the mood of the song with the high-energy dancing they were used to.

“How do we dance to this?” Minghao asked Vernon, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at his partner, his voice carrying both humor and genuine curiosity.

[Embarrassed]

The two simply stood there for a few seconds, unmoving, which only added to the comedic effect.

PD Na and the other members couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness unfolding before them. S.Coups, always ready to comment on the ridiculousness of the situation, broke into laughter. “What are they doing?” he asked, shaking his head in amusement.

Luna, sitting comfortably but with a teasing grin tugging at her lips, decided to step in. “Start dancing,” she called out, her voice carrying just enough authority to make the others turn toward her.

Minghao, in true playful spirit, took the hint and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, stepped forward and hugged Vernon as if they were slow dancing, moving them slightly from side to side.

[Let's just hug]

Their exaggerated, awkward slow dance drew more laughter from the group, with some members doubling over at the sight. But then, an idea sparked in Luna’s mind. She straightened up in her seat, eyes locked onto Joshua, and without a second thought, gently nudged him forward.

“Go do it,” she said, her voice low and mischievous, and Joshua immediately knew what she meant.

Without hesitation, he jumped to his feet and made his way to the front of the room, his movements deliberate. As soon as he reached the center, he broke into the familiar meme dance he’d performed earlier, arms and legs moving in the same exaggerated manner that had sent the members into fits of laughter during the previous round.

[Crazy Joshua appears]

[Taking the center]

Vernon, being the first to spot him, pointed in his direction and burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he watched Joshua’s antics. The rest of the group quickly followed suit, laughter erupting as they saw the ridiculous dance re-emerge.

[Joshua the old man]

Luna was up on her feet, phone in hand, already recording the moment, her voice ringing out above the laughter as she cheered her teammate on.

“Good job, Shua! Good job!” she called, unable to hide the pride in her voice.

The sight of her acting like a proud mom, recording her teammate’s exaggerated moves, only made the moment even more humorous. The other members pointed and laughed at her too, finding the entire situation thoroughly amusing, especially since Luna and Joshua seemed so determined to claim the ‘Most Hip Player’ title, no matter how ridiculous it was.

As the song finally came to an end, the room calmed, and Joshua made his way back to his seat, high-fiving Luna as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, still chuckling.

“You’re really good at that,” she remarked, her voice filled with amusement, earning a laugh from Joshua, who shrugged in response, clearly enjoying the moment.

The members, still recovering from their fits of laughter, began to compliment Joshua for his impromptu performance.

“Good job, Joshua,” Seungkwan said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’ll trust Joshua from now on,” Woozi added, the lingering grin on his face showing just how much he’d enjoyed the spectacle.

“Just trust Joshua,” S.Coups chimed in, his tone both sincere and playful.

“Joshua, that was exactly the same,” Seungkwan noted, referring to the meme dance Joshua had perfectly replicated.

“I know. He’s good at copying the dance,” Dino added, his voice filled with admiration for Joshua’s commitment.

[Maybe too much...]

[15th question]

The next song began playing, and instantly, the room was filled with chaos. The first note hadn’t even fully registered before three teams sprang up from their seats, hands shooting into the air as their slogans echoed through the room almost in perfect sync.

“Burp and Fart!” yelled Mingyu, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

“Drink Less And Talk More!” Dino shouted, barely a millisecond behind, raising his hand with equal intensity.

“Go Overboard For Show!” Hoshi followed up, screaming as if his life depended on it.

[Gold, silver, bronze]

Luna sat in her seat, completely baffled as she watched the flurry of movements and loud slogans around her. Her eyes darted from one team to another, her face scrunched in confusion. “What is happening?” she muttered to herself in awe, having no idea what the song was.

But despite all the energy and near-simultaneous responses, PD Na acknowledged Mingyu’s group first, pointing at him. “Starting with Mingyu. 1, 2, 3.”

[Team Mingyu and Jeonghan has the chance]

“EXO!” Mingyu answered confidently, before gesturing toward Jeonghan, who still remained seated, appearing completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

“‘Lovesick,’” Jeonghan said, his tone so casual it was as if he couldn’t be bothered.

Mingyu, now looking at Jeonghan in slight disbelief, blinked before turning toward him. “You said it was ‘Lovesick,’” Jeonghan muttered, simply raised an eyebrow.

“Loveshot,” Mingyu corrected his teammate.

[HYBE singers keeps mixing up SM and YG]

The second Jeonghan said the wrong answer, the room exploded. Other teams immediately tried to seize the opportunity to steal the guess, their hands shooting into the air and their voices overlapping with loud yells.

“‘Lovesick,’” Luna chuckled, clearly amused by Jeonghan’s misstep. She quickly raised her hand and called out her team’s slogan with a grin. “We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying!”

However, Vernon was faster, his voice cutting through hers as he repeated their slogan over and over since Jeonghan’s mistake. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he yelled, his hand shooting up as he claimed his team’s chance to steal.

[Stealing the answer]

PD Na, clearly entertained by the frantic energy in the room, acknowledged Vernon and Minghao, pointing at them. “Yes?”

“EXO,” Minghao said, setting the foundation for Vernon’s confident answer.

“‘Love Shot,’” Vernon declared, his voice filled with certainty.

“You got it!” PD Na exclaimed, confirming their answer as the room erupted into applause and cheers for the winning team.

Minghao and Vernon made their way up to the front, the unmistakable beat of EXO’s ‘Love Shot’ now taking over the room. They both broke into the choreographed dance, moving in sync with the song, drawing impressed whistles and cheers from the other members.

Luna, still seated, chuckled under her breath as she watched the performance unfold. She turned her head slightly and, without thinking, her gaze landed on Jeonghan, who was seated a few seats away. Her smile widened as she leaned toward him, giggling softly. “‘Lovesick’ was amazing,” she teased, her voice low enough for only him to hear.

Jeonghan, as attuned to Luna as always, heard her despite the noise. He turned to face her, his eyes locking with hers, and with that signature nonchalant and flirty smirk, he mouthed, “Wait until later.”

Luna’s breath hitched, her cheeks heating up as his words settled in. Unable to resist the playful energy between them, she smiled back and quickly formed a heart with her fingers before making a finger gun and shooting through the heart, mimicking the ‘Love Shot’ move in her own playful interpretation.

Jeonghan caught it immediately, his smirk turning into a full grin as he winked at her, their shared moment fleeting but charged with their usual playful chemistry.

Their attention turned back to Minghao and Vernon, who were still dancing to the song, the other members cheering them on. But Luna’s amusement was short-lived as she spotted movement beside her. Joshua, with his mischievous grin already in place, had left his seat and was heading to the front.

“There he goes,” Luna muttered, watching him with growing amusement.

Sure enough, Joshua, ever the entertainer, started dancing his ridiculous meme dance from earlier, completely disregarding the original choreography. His exaggerated movements sent waves of laughter through the group, and Vernon, the first to notice Joshua’s antics, pointed at him, laughing loudly.

[Joshua appears again]

Dokyeom and Seungkwan couldn’t help themselves either, running up front to join Joshua, their bodies mimicking his wild movements as they laughed together.

The energy in the room spiked, and with the song being ‘Love Shot’, Joshua added his own twist, pretending to pour a drink and do a shot, further emphasizing the ridiculousness of his dance. The members doubled over in laughter, barely able to stay upright as they clapped and cheered him on.

[It's the love shot]

[We can't rememberthe original dance anymore]

Luna sat back in her seat, thoroughly entertained, her chuckles mixing with the laughter around her as she watched her teammate perform without a care in the world. “You’re on another level, Joshie,” she complimented Joshua, her voice cool and amused, a proud smile on her face.

As the song drew to a close, the members slowly made their way back to their seats, still chuckling at the absurdity of what had just happened.

“Love shot? Literally?” Seungkwan quipped, shaking his head in disbelief at Joshua’s wild interpretation.

“That’s what it means by a little crazy Joshua,” PD Na said, chuckling softly as he glanced at Joshua, clearly entertained.

“Yes,” Luna and Joshua both nodded, their voices in unison, perfectly synced as they agreed without hesitation.

[Is he really only a little crazy?]

PD Na, still laughing softly, gestured toward Vernon and Minghao. “Team Earrings doing better than expected.”

Vernon, clearly still in good spirits, added, “I waited for Jeonghan to get it wrong.”

[They answered 2 questions by chance]

“And Jeonghan never lets you down,” PD Na teased, causing a ripple of laughter to fill the room again.

Jeonghan, in response, gave a lazy nod, unfazed by the jab, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

[He always gets it wrong]

[16th question]

The next round began, and as the first beats of the song echoed through the room, Woozi and S.Coups were suddenly on their feet, hands raised high in the air. In perfect sync, they yelled their team slogan: “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!”

[Shouting out loud]

Their outburst stunned the room, every member blinking in shock. Woozi and S.Coups had yet to score any points in the game, and the fact that they were now claiming the next song was a surprise to everyone.

Even PD Na seemed slightly amused as he pointed at them, ready to give them a chance.

“Woozi and S.Coups?” PD Na raised his brows in acknowledgment, then began counting down. “1, 2, 3.”

“INFINITE,” Woozi said confidently, naming the artist without hesitation.

PD Na turned to S.Coups next and repeated the countdown. “1, 2, 3.”

“I was going to say that,” S.Coups chuckled, turning to Woozi with a grin, knowing full well he hadn’t prepared a guess beyond the artist.

['I Was Going To Say That' by INFINITE]

“Wrong,” PD Na announced, and the room erupted into laughter. S.Coups, still chuckling, pulled Woozi into a playful hug as they shared in their defeat.

“What are you doing?” Woozi asked him, laughing as they sat back down.

Before the laughter could settle, Hoshi shot up from his seat, his loud voice cutting through the noise. “Go Overboard For Show!” he yelled, as he raised his hand dramatically.

[Taking the chance]

Seungkwan stood beside him, ready to seize the opportunity. “They can never get it,” he said with a grin, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

PD Na acknowledged them, counting down once more. “1, 2, 3.”

“INFINITE,” Hoshi answered confidently, naming the artist.

“‘Be Mine,’” Seungkwan followed, nailing the title.

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, his voice lost under the wave of cheers that followed.

Hoshi and Seungkwan walked confidently to the front, their heads held high as the familiar beat of ‘Be Mine’ blasted through the speakers. Without missing a beat, they broke into the iconic choreography, dancing with smooth precision while singing along.

[B and S dance]

Dokyeom, still seated, joined in vocally, singing from his chair, his voice loud and melodic as it blended with the music.

[S sings]

Meanwhile, S.Coups, despite his earlier mistake, half-heartedly danced from his seat, lightly mimicking the choreography while still chuckling about their failed attempt.

As Seungkwan and Hoshi danced, the energy in the room soared, but just as Seungkwan prepared himself for his favorite rap part, something unexpected happened. The crew had used an edited version of the song without the rap section. As Seungkwan started the rap, “‘Oh, if we fight… Mine,’” he stopped short, realizing the music had moved past the rap part entirely.

[It's okay. That went well]

Laughter erupted from the members and PD Na, but Seungkwan didn’t miss a beat. He seamlessly switched back to singing, laughing through the moment as they continued the performance.

[He was flustered for a second but he gets ready for the rap again]

Determined, Seungkwan waited again, hoping for the rap section to come up in the song. He prepared himself once more, “‘If we fight… Do you hear me?’” he rapped, only for the section to skip once again, causing the room to burst into laughter for a second time.

By the time Hoshi and Seungkwan finished, the room was buzzing with laughter and applause. The two of them walked back to their seats, clearly pleased with their performance despite the humorous hiccups.

“The rap is the highlight,” Seungkwan said, still grinning as he sat back down. “That wasn’t on,” he added, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Good job,” Minghao complimented them, nodding appreciatively.

“They’re very good,” Mingyu chimed in, clapping along with the others.

“No one can beat them,” Luna said, her voice soft but amused as she leaned back in her chair, watching the exchange.

“I need an explanation,” PD Na started, turning his attention back to S.Coups. “S.Coups, what happened there?”

S.Coups blinked in silence for a moment, clearly defeated by the whole situation, before Woozi chuckled beside him. “What was it that you said?” Woozi teased. “‘I was going to say that,’” he mimicked, his smile wide.

“All I thought about was INFINITE,” S.Coups admitted with a laugh, shaking his head at himself.

PD Na, still grinning, pointed at S.Coups. “It seems you knew the dance too,” he said, having noticed S.Coups dancing along earlier from his seat.

“When we were trainees, we practiced it with Hoshi,” S.Coups explained, pointing at himself and Woozi.

“Hoshi, Woozi, and S.Coups practiced together,” Wonwoo chimed in from his seat, nodding toward the trio.

“So it’s like, I practiced it, but I don’t remember the title,” PD Na said, clearly entertained by their situation.

“It was finally something I know, so I said INFINITE,” Woozi added, laughing softly at how they had still managed to get it wrong despite their knowledge.

“I think S.Coups is having short-term memory loss,” PD Na joked, his tone light and teasing. “Since the Character Quiz, his brain is not functioning.”

“I had a mental breakdown at the time,” S.Coups admitted, grinning as the members laughed around him.

“We need to get at least one,” Woozi said, his voice determined as they prepared for the next round, though there was still laughter in his eyes.

[Next question]

The next round was about to begin, and the members waited in silence, anticipating the next song. As the first beat hit, a flurry of hands shot into the air. Luna, quick on her feet, raised her hand, but Mingyu was faster. Their team slogan was the shortest, after all.

“Burp and Fart!” Mingyu called out, earning laughs from the rest of the group.

“I was faster,” Mingyu said as he stood up, his eyes darting toward Jeonghan, who sat there looking clueless. With his mouth half-closed, Jeonghan looked like he was trying to speak without moving his lips, almost like a ventriloquist.

“What is it?” Jeonghan asked, his eyes wide as he waited for a hint.

[He doesn't know]

Without saying a word, Mingyu discreetly mimicked the hand motion from the choreography to clue Jeonghan in, his movements quick and subtle.

“Mingyu, go. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na prompted, giving him his cue.

“Aespa,” Mingyu said confidently, identifying the artist before turning to Jeonghan. He gave him an obvious hint this time. “The most famous one.”

Jeonghan buffered for a moment, his mind whirring as he tried to piece it together. Then, as if a light bulb went off, he did the hand motion from the dance and said, “‘Next Level.’”

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed.

“Yes,” Mingyu exclaimed in victory as the song began to play.

[The thrilling feeling of success]

The familiar beat of ‘Next Level’ filled the room, and almost instinctively, several members started doing the signature hand motion of the choreography, their movements in sync with the song.

Mingyu grinned, satisfied, and sat back down. Meanwhile, Dino, Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom slowly stood up, their bodies already swaying to the rhythm as they moved toward the center. They began singing and dancing to the choreo, their energy infectious as they replicated Aespa’s sharp movements, the rest of the group watching with amusement.

[They quickly form a line]

Once their little performance was over, they all settled back down, the laughter and buzz of excitement still lingering in the air.

“I had no idea,” Woozi leaned over to S.Coups, shaking his head slightly.

“I didn’t know either,” S.Coups admitted, his voice carrying a note of disbelief. “Am I isolating myself from the world?”

Woozi chuckled and added, “I think I heard the prelude in the presidential election campaign.”

S.Coups burst into laughter, shaking his head as he processed Woozi’s witty comment, the room still buzzing with the energy of the game.

The 18th question loomed, and the members sat in anticipation, eyes locked on PD Na as they waited for the song to start. A familiar beat began to play, and while some of them recognized the tune, they struggled to recall the title. Most of them, including Luna, were completely lost.

Suddenly, Joshua, seated right next to Luna, shot his hand into the air and called out their team slogan.

“We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying,” he declared confidently, earning puzzled looks from the rest of the members. Luna turned to him in alarm, her brow furrowed.

“What? What is it?” Luna muttered, trying to ventriloquize her words so no one else could hear. But Joshua either didn’t notice or forgot they were a team for a moment. He remained oblivious to her confusion.

“Yes?” PD Na called out, waiting for him to answer.

“TEEN TOP,” Joshua responded, but his confidence quickly waned as PD Na shook his head.

“Wrong. That’s not it.”

Luna pouted at Joshua, playfully glaring at him before leaning in. “Discuss with me,” she chastised, though her tone was light, teasing him for his mistake. Joshua laughed, realizing his error, and draped his arm casually over the back of her chair in a silent apology.

Moments later, Mingyu stood up, determined to take his chance. “Burp and Fart!” he exclaimed, turning his focus toward Jeonghan, who had the same confused look Luna wore earlier.

“You don’t know, do you?” Mingyu pointed at Jeonghan, already resigned to the outcome.

Jeonghan blinked lazily, before Mingyu offered his answer with, “Dynamicduo.”

“By Dynamicduo. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down, waiting for Jeonghan to give the song title.

Jeonghan’s response was nonchalant as if it didn’t matter whether he was right or wrong. “‘PLAYING WITH FIRE.’”

[Calm]

“Wrong. That’s not it,” PD Na declared.

The members erupted into laughter at the sheer audacity of Jeonghan’s wild guess. Jeonghan, unfazed, nodded proudly, as if his incorrect answer was still something to be content with. Meanwhile, Mingyu started pacing in front of the group, his hands on his hips, clearly frustrated and trying to process Jeonghan’s approach.

“Mingyu’s given up,” PD Na laughed, watching the younger member pace like a man in disbelief.

The song continued, the melody filling the room as some of the members bopped their heads along, while others remained completely clueless.

[It sounds familiar]

A few lyrics in, Woozi, ever the strategic player, suddenly raised his hand. “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love and Cherish Him,” he declared, his voice cutting through the room and shocking the members into silence.

[The team with no score raises a hand]

PD Na pointed at Woozi, giving him the floor. “Dynamicduo,” Woozi answered confidently, the other members turning to him and S.Coups, wondering if this could finally be their team’s moment.

But S.Coups, taken aback by Woozi’s sudden decision, blurted out, “Hey, discuss it with me first.”

[The duo falls out]

“Wrong,” PD Na said, sending another wave of laughter through the members as Woozi and S.Coups grinned sheepishly.

The song played on, and Luna and Joshua, still seated, exchanged confused glances as they subtly looked toward their staff. Their stylists and managers stood off to the side, silently mouthing something, presumably the song title.

[Everyone tries to cheat]

“What?” Luna mouthed back at them, trying to decipher the silent communication.

“What is it?” Joshua mimed, equally lost.

Before they could figure it out, Seungkwan shot to his feet, his arm raised high. “Go Overboard For Show!” he shouted, his enthusiasm as loud as ever.

[Professor Boo appears]

“He’s so loud,” Mingyu said, rubbing his ear as he stood near Seungkwan, his expression a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.

“Go Overboard For Show. 1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down, waiting for the answer.

“Dynamicduo,” Hoshi called out the artist, the room going silent in anticipation.

“‘Ring My Bell,’” Seungkwan sang, nailing the song title with a proud grin.

“You got it!” PD Na announced, and the room burst into applause and praise.

[They're on another level]

As soon as PD Na confirmed Seungkwan’s answer, the familiar beats of ‘Ring My Bell’ filled the air. Seungkwan and Hoshi wasted no time, stepping forward to claim the spotlight.

[There's no choreography]

Although the song had no official choreography, the two quickly improvised, syncing their moves effortlessly. Seungkwan started first, smoothly gliding into a series of exaggerated, fun dance moves, and Hoshi followed immediately, matching Seungkwan step-for-step with a grin. Their natural coordination and rhythm were undeniable, and even without a set dance to follow, the two were in perfect harmony.

[If Seungkwan dances, Hoshi follows]

From their seats, the other members watched in amusement. Wonwoo, brow raised in curiosity, leaned over to Mingyu. “What’s that dance?”

“It’s J.Y. Park,” Mingyu answered with a grin, recognizing the iconic choreography from another popular artist.

['Groove Back' by J.Y. Park]

As the song continued, Seungkwan and Hoshi danced their way back to their seats, still moving to the beat. The rest of the group clapped for them, impressed by their quick thinking and smooth execution.

[Copy and past to the end]

PD Na, clearly entertained, offered his approval. “It works with the choreography for another song.”

Seungkwan, always full of energy, stood up again, eager to keep dancing. “Yes,” he agreed enthusiastically, continuing to move along to the beat. Hoshi quickly followed, mimicking his movements with equal enthusiasm.

[Go Overboard For Show]

From the side, Vernon, ever the voice of calm and deadpan humor, sighed, “Sit down.”

Seungkwan mock-obliged, dropping into his seat and saying, “Yes,” as if he had been commanded, making everyone laugh.

“Are you a dog?” S.Coups teased, shaking his head as he chuckled.

The group’s laughter died down as PD Na shifted the conversation. “Let’s do an interim check. Team Go Overboard For Show is in the lead,” he said, the declaration greeted with cheers. “Surprisingly enough, Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings is in second place.”

At that, Vernon and Minghao erupted into cheers. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” Minghao echoed, pointing at his own earrings with a cool, composed air. “I’m getting new ones tomorrow. To something cool,” he added, flashing a smirk that sent the rest of the members into laughter.

[Zero impact]

“To something cool,” Vernon, S.Coups, and Luna parroted, finding his delivery both adorable and hilarious. Minghao’s calm confidence had a way of effortlessly charming everyone.

[For the 19th question]

As the next song was about to start, Luna sat back calmly in her seat, feeling the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. The familiar beat of the song started to play, and without a second thought, Luna’s hand shot up, pushing Joshua next to her with the other. The two of them, in perfect synchronization, screamed their team slogan with confidence, “We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying!”

PD Na pointed toward them, acknowledging their energy, “Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying,” he echoed with a grin.

“Maroon 5,” Luna answered with certainty, the artist immediately springing to her mind.

“‘Sunday Morning,’” Joshua followed up, effortlessly naming the song title.

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, causing a wave of cheers from the team. Luna and Joshua high-fived with both hands, their excitement palpable.

The rest of the members couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly they had answered. After all, this song was Joshua’s go-to track— annoyingly so.

“Of course, they’d get that one,” Seungkwan muttered with a chuckle, making the others laugh in agreement.

Luna nudged Joshua playfully, pushing him toward the front. “Go on, do it,” she urged, laughing.

Joshua, always up for some fun, stood up and dramatically carried his chair with him to the front of the set. He placed it down with a flourish and sat back in it, pretending to strum an invisible guitar as he sang along to the song. Luna cheered him on from her seat, her claps exaggerated for effect.

As Joshua belted out the chorus, the song suddenly stopped mid-note, catching him off guard. He let out a breathy laugh, making everyone around him burst into laughter.

“Do your dance, hurry!” Luna called out, urging him to perform the well-known meme dance that would save him and always got a reaction from the group.

With a grin, Joshua stood up and launched into the ridiculous dance, his body moving in an exaggerated, comedic fashion. The members erupted into laughter, clapping and cheering for him as he played along.

[He dances to no music]

Once his impromptu performance was over, Joshua gave a mock bow before he picked up his chair and returned to his spot next to Luna.

“Good job,” Luna chuckled, giving him a satisfied look, and Joshua couldn’t help but smile back, both of them sharing the moment of playful fun.

As they waited for the next question, the room was filled with an air of anticipation.

[20th question]

Then, a low, deep voice came through the speakers, going, “‘Yeah, yeah,’” followed by the distinct beat dropping into rhythm. In a split second, Hoshi was on his feet, his hand shooting up, as Seungkwan, too, rose from his seat, although with an uncertain expression.

“Go Overboard For Show,” Hoshi announced confidently, his hand still raised high.

PD Na pointed at him, acknowledging, “Hoshi. 1, 2, 3.”

“BTS,” Hoshi answered with absolute certainty.

PD Na turned to Seungkwan, counting down for his turn to guess the song title. “1, 2, 3…”

Seungkwan’s expression turned blank as he realized he had no idea what the title was. His mouth opened, then shut, no words coming out. Silence stretched for a second before PD Na concluded, “Wrong.”

Mingyu stood up immediately, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Burp And Fart,” he called, determined to steal the answer.

PD Na pointed to him, beginning to count down again. “1, 2, 3,”

“BTS,” Mingyu replied confidently, naming the artist without hesitation.

Jeonghan, sitting next to him, threw him a look of disbelief. His brows furrowed, and a sigh escaped his lips. He had planned to answer the artist himself, not knowing the title either, and Mingyu’s confident response had thrown off his plan.

[Why would you say that?]

In an instant, multiple hands shot up around the set, each person shouting their slogans to steal the answer. Luna raised her hand high, determination flashing in her eyes, but Dokyeom, faster than the rest, managed to catch PD Na’s attention first.

PD Na nodded to him, “Your answer. 1, 2, 3.”

“BTS,” Jun answered, his voice steady.

Without missing a beat, Dokyeom followed up with the song title, “‘Run BTS.’”

“He’s right,” Luna muttered to herself as she recognized the song title at last.

“You got it!” PD Na confirmed.

The chorus began to play, and without hesitation, Hoshi jumped up to the front, his energy infectious.

[The leader of Team Performance appears]

Seungkwan, Dokyeom, and Jun joined him, standing nearby to cheer him on. Hoshi’s feet hit the beat exactly, and he launched into the precise and high-energy moves of the song’s choreography.

[Getting serious in no time]

Each intense step landed with the rhythm, his movements full of force as he executed the challenging moves. The members clapped and cheered, some of them watching in amazement at how much effort he put into each step.

When he finished, applause filled the set, with Seungkwan even yanking off one of his shoes and tossing it onto the floor in awe.

“I mean, how do you do the challenge for ‘Run BTS’?” PD Na praised, impressed by the performance.

[Producer Na would never get it]

Seungkwan leaned back in his seat, catching his breath as he replied, “He self-teaches the choreography.”

“That was wonderful,” PD Na continued, nodding in appreciation. “It’s not only fun, but I love watching you dancing.”

“Thank you,” Seungkwan said with a slight bow, a smile on his face.

PD Na raised an eyebrow, observing the energy on set. “By now, you should be exhausted,” he noted.

“It’s fun. I’m getting heated up,” Hoshi replied, breathing heavily but smiling brightly.

[It's almost like a fan-meet]

“When we were working on the quiz outside, we were worried about the airtime,” Seungkwan commented, leaning toward Hoshi as they took their seats again.

“I wondered if I answered too many,” Hoshi added with a grin.

Seungkwan chuckled, nodding as he leaned back. “He got too many, and I didn’t get any. So… I’m on a roll here.”

Hoshi looked over, chuckling at the teasing. “I was nervous when they were being funny,” he said, smiling as he glanced over at Seungkwan.

“Right,” Seungkwan replied, nodding along in agreement.

From his seat, Dino looked over with a curious expression, leaning forward slightly. “What’s your team name again?”

Seungkwan looked back, straightening in his seat with pride. “Go Overboard For Show,” he replied, earning a round of laughter from the members.

“That’s our state right now,” he added with a grin, his voice brimming with confidence.

After the laughter died down, Mingyu suddenly let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, his expression filled with pure defeat. His shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of his loss, and he cast a dramatic look around the room, clearly fed up.

[That meant a lot]

Across from him, Luna caught his defeated look and chuckled, pointing at him knowingly. “Gyu-gyu is over it,” she teased, her words instantly earning a round of laughter from everyone around.

PD Na chuckled, observing the playful frustration on Mingyu’s face. “I feel bad for Mingyu. He’s always the first to shout the name,” he remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he nodded toward Mingyu.

“But he doesn’t know the answer either,” Jeonghan added lazily from his seat, his finger casually pointing at Mingyu as he spoke. His tone was both light and slightly mischievous.

PD Na raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Jeonghan, “Does he only know the singer?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Yes,” Jeonghan replied, nodding in mock pity, “And he goes, ‘How do you not know?’” He mimicked Mingyu’s earlier frustrated gesture perfectly, his voice raising to mimic Mingyu’s dramatic disbelief. The impression was spot-on, drawing another round of laughter.

PD Na looked back at Mingyu, clearly entertained by the thought. “He’s blaming you when he doesn’t know either?” he asked, feigning shock.

Mingyu pointed at himself, as if only just realizing he’d been the subject of the conversation. “Me?” He blinked, then deadpanned, “I don’t know either. I’m only pretending to know.”

This admission had everyone laughing even harder, some of them shaking their heads in playful disbelief.

“But you were like…” PD Na trailed off as he raised his hand and exaggeratedly widened his eyes, perfectly imitating Mingyu’s earlier expression of disbelief. It was such an accurate portrayal that even Mingyu couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“He’s just pretending,” Jeonghan commented, his tone dripping with mock exasperation.

“I don’t know either,” Mingyu repeated, shrugging, fully owning up to it now.

“He’s annoying,” Joshua chimed in from next to Luna, his tone playful but firm, his eyes flicking to her as he spoke.

“Super annoying,” Luna agreed, joining in on the teasing as she raised her eyebrows and shot Mingyu a teasing look. The two of them exchanged a glance, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke fun at him.

S.Coups joined in, grinning as he pointed toward Mingyu. “He is a bad guy,” he added, making Joshua, Luna, and himself laugh even harder at the lighthearted roast session.

[Here comes the question that will summon them]

As they all waited for the next song to play, the room filled with a familiar sense of anticipation. The first few opening instrumentals began to fill the space, and immediately, Mingyu, Luna, and Wonwoo reacted, recognizing the track.

“Burp And–” Mingyu started, his voice loud and eager.

“We Are Too Perfect–” Luna called out at the same time, both of them already competing, but their slogans were abruptly cut off by Dino, who shot up and shouted with more speed, “Drink Less And Talk More!”

[They all shouted at the same time]

With that, both Mingyu and Luna groaned in defeat, their heads hanging as PD Na acknowledged the victory with a grin. “Dino was faster,” he said with amusement, waiting for the team’s answer.

[Dino was the fastest]

“Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Luna of SEVENTEEN,” Dino declared confidently, naming the artists.

“‘Bittersweet,’” Wonwoo followed up, his voice steady and sure.

“You got it!” PD Na confirmed, and the room erupted in cheers. Luna and Mingyu both sighed, exchanging resigned glances — it was their song, after all, but at least one of the trio got it right.

As Dino and Wonwoo moved to the front, Vernon couldn’t help but tease, “You’re good at SEVENTEEN.”

“I think I like SEVENTEEN so much,” Dino responded with a grin, drawing more laughter.

The song continued playing, and as the soft, mellow tones of ‘Bittersweet’ filled the room, Luna began humming along, swaying gently in her seat. Mingyu, ever the performer, was up in his place, eyes closed as he pretended to sing into an imaginary microphone, completely immersed in the moment.

Meanwhile, Dino watched as Wonwoo and Seungkwan started running across the set in a stiff, awkward manner — a playful mockery of Wonwoo’s running in the music video, a beloved inside joke among the members. Their exaggerated movements made everyone burst into laughter, some clapping and hollering at the antics.

[What is this mess?]

Dokyeom, never one to miss out on the fun, quickly stood up and followed suit, doing an even more exaggerated stiff run across the room. “This is how Wonwoo runs,” Dokyeom announced as he ran, sending the room into complete chaos.

The members’ laughter echoed loudly, each of them in stitches at the ridiculous scene unfolding before them. Mingyu, still in his world of performance, remained unaffected by the madness around him, continuing to “sing” his heart out.

As Mingyu neared the end of his verse, he suddenly made his way over to Luna, who was still swaying in her seat, laughing at the chaotic scene in front of her. Mingyu, eyes still closed in concentration, offered his hand to her, making her chuckle softly before she accepted it. In an instant, the chorus started playing, and Luna’s soft voice echoed from the speakers.

Mingyu and Luna swayed together at the front, moving in time with the music. He twirled her around smoothly, both of them lost in the melody as the rest of the room slowly began to calm down from the earlier madness. The chaos gradually died down, and soon, only Luna, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Dino remained up front.

That’s when Dino, ever the unpredictable one, began improvising a feminine dance to Luna’s verse. His exaggerated, flamboyant movements caught the attention of the remaining trio.

[The dancer appears]

Luna and Wonwoo, both introverts at heart and always on the same wavelength, felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment wash over them. They exchanged a glance, pausing in their tracks as they stared at Dino, concern evident in their eyes.

[The I type don’t know how to react]

The other members noticed this too and immediately pointed at Luna and Wonwoo, laughing at the contrast between Dino’s boldness and the duo’s awkwardness. Meanwhile, Mingyu was still in his own world, completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Finally, Luna and Wonwoo couldn’t take it anymore. They slowly backed away, retreating to their seats, leaving Dino and Mingyu up front to finish off the performance.

Seungkwan, always quick to keep a skit going, made his way over to Dino once more, and the two instantly fell back into their act from earlier. With exaggerated concern, Seungkwan placed a hand on Dino’s shoulder, as though guiding him gently away from the middle of the set.

“I called the cab,” Seungkwan said, his voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear, which made them all start to laugh. “Go home. Take the cab and go home.”

[Turns out he's the drunk from earlier]

Dino, more than willing to play along, gave a little scoff, shrugging Seungkwan’s hand off his shoulder with mock defiance. “I’ll go on my own,” he replied stubbornly, drawing more laughter from the others as he swayed in place, pretending to be tipsy.

“This is no place to dance,” Seungkwan continued, adding a stern edge to his voice as if he was genuinely concerned for his friend.

Dino rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, playing up his character. “I can handle myself,” he said with a wave of his hand, dismissing Seungkwan.

Suddenly, Jun rose from his seat, his expression mischievous, and he reached over to grab their table. With deliberate slowness, he lifted it above his head as if it were an umbrella, and then, in exaggerated steps, made his way to the front. The sight made everyone erupt in laughter, pointing and shaking their heads in disbelief.

“What are you doing?” Luna chuckled, watching him in amusement, her eyes bright with laughter.

Seungkwan finally broke character as he turned around and finally spotted Jun, his face instantly filled with feigned confusion. “Who are you?” he asked, playing up his bewilderment.

“Oh, is that an umbrella?” Seungkwan suddenly realized, his mouth dropping open in exaggerated shock.

Jun looked back with a mock scowl, a hint of pretend anger flashing across his face. “Haven’t you seen the music video?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, referencing the ‘Bittersweet’ music video where it was raining. The members howled with laughter, clutching their stomachs as Jun stayed in character, glaring at them all.

“He’s short-tempered,” Joshua noted with a teasing grin, referencing the earlier joke about Jun’s personality flaw.

Dokyeom nodded in agreement, playing along with a serious expression as he looked at Jun. “I told you to keep calm,” he said, his voice filled with mock concern.

“Okay,” Jun sighed, shrugging off the table and carrying it back to its spot with a huff.

As he settled the table back down, Mingyu chimed in, waving a hand as if correcting them. “For your information,” he said, his voice filled with mock authority, “I didn’t put on the umbrella in the music video. Where did that come from?”

The group laughed, the playful banter bouncing around the room as they recalled the iconic video.

“That’s right,” Luna said with a grin, nodding as she remembered it. “He was just drenched.”

“Because it’s raining,” S.Coups and Jun explained in unison, both of them breaking into wide smiles.

The group chuckled at the memory, their laughter echoing around the set.

As the group settled in for the 22nd question, they waited, some tapping their feet and others sitting on the edge of their seats, eager for the next song.

[This will summon everyone again]

The tension lifted as soon as the song began with the opening beat, followed by a familiar vocal shout of “‘BLACKPINK!’”

That single name was enough to have nearly everyone up in an instant, hands raised, voices yelling in excitement, but S.Coups was the quickest to shout their team slogan, his voice booming, “I Don’t Know Who Park Bo Gum Is, But I Love Him And Cherish Him!”

“S.Coups was faster,” PD Na announced with a grin, glancing at the stopwatch before he began the countdown. “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” S.Coups declared confidently.

Beside him, Woozi looked slightly confused, his brows furrowed as he searched his memory. PD Na turned to him expectantly, counting down, “1, 2, 3…”

“‘DDU-DU DDU-DU,’” Woozi guessed, but the moment he said it, an eruption of groans and laughter filled the room. Hands shot up in the air as the rest of the members yelled their team slogans, each vying to steal the answer.

S.Coups, playing along with exaggerated disapproval, pretended to slap Woozi’s shoulder. Woozi looked over a small, sheepish smile on his face. “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head in defeat. “I don’t know.”

The members continued yelling and waving, eager to get the question back. Among them were Vernon and Minghao, Jun and Dokyeom, Luna and Joshua, and Mingyu and Jeonghan’s teams. Jeonghan, however, was still seated, looking around with mild confusion. He clearly didn’t know the answer but was amused watching the chaos unfold around him.

Mingyu, realizing his chance, shot up, hand in the air, and yelled his team’s slogan, “Burp And Fart!” He immediately turned to Jeonghan, eyes wide with hope as he practically begged with his eyes.

“Alright, Mingyu,” PD Na called out, counting down once again. “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” Mingyu announced confidently.

After a pause, Jeonghan pointed, taking a wild guess, “‘Pink Venom.’”

[He guessed]

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed, and Mingyu threw his hands up in celebration, giving Jeonghan a relieved grin as he muttered, “That was right?”

Luna, unimpressed, deadpanned, “I don’t understand why you make Hannie answer the title, Gyu.” Her tone was dry but filled with amusement, and her words made everyone chuckle.

“That’s because he doesn’t know the title either,” Joshua teased her, his own laughter mixing in with the group’s as they watched the two banter.

Suddenly, Dokyeom jumped to his feet, his jacket and mic pack discarded, and he strode to the center of the room with a determined look.

[Entering as if he's possessed]

Everyone’s eyes widened, recognizing the telltale signs. He’d performed this song before at a fan meet, and the members instantly started cheering, their voices overlapping in excitement.

“Kyeomie, show them!” Luna yelled, clapping her hands as she cheered him on.

As the song’s chorus hit, Dokyeom launched into the choreography with a perfect blend of sass and fierce energy, hitting each move as the others clapped and yelled their encouragement. They joined in on the ad-libs in the background, their voices a playful mess of loud notes and laughter as Dokyeom danced.

When the beat dropped, signaling the start of the dance break, Dokyeom went even harder, his movements sharp and filled with exaggerated drama as he embodied the performance with every ounce of his energy. By the time the song ended, Dokyeom lay sprawled across the floor in his final pose, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, a fierce look on his face.

[FYI, DK's in the Vocal Team]

The members erupted into applause, some on their feet, and others clapping and whistling in support. PD Na and the rest of the crew joined in, their own claps echoing through the room as they nodded in approval.

“Awesome,” Dino said, his expression one of genuine admiration.

“I never expected to see that,” Vernon added, grinning as he glanced at Dokyeom, who was still catching his breath.

S.Coups shook his head, his amusement clear as he pointed at Dokyeom. “Put your mic back on,” he said, a touch of fond exasperation in his voice as a staff member rushed forward to help Dokyeom reattach his mic pack.

As everyone settled back into their seats, PD Na gestured toward Dokyeom with a curious look. “How come he’s so good at it?”

“He did it at the fan meet,” Vernon explained, nodding toward Dokyeom.

“He did such a great job that Lee Jung, who created the choreography, posted it on her story,” Seungkwan added with a proud grin, recounting the honor with enthusiasm.

“Good job,” Joshua said with a gentle smile, giving Dokyeom a thumbs-up.

Dokyeom, still catching his breath, chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d still remember the choreography,” he admitted, his tone both proud and surprised.

Luna nodded, a warm smile on her face. “You did so well,” she added.

Suddenly, Jeonghan’s voice piped up, his expression thoughtful as he muttered, “I almost said ‘Black Venom.’”

[That's a movie title]

The group turned toward him, and laughter burst out again, with Luna laughing the loudest. Her giggles turned into high-pitched squeaks, and she leaned over, hiding her face behind Joshua’s back as she tried to catch her breath, her shoulders shaking with each laugh. The sight only made everyone else laugh harder, filling the room with an infectious joy.

As everyone settled down, PD Na glanced at the room with a wry smile, taking note of their barely contained energy. “There are only a few questions left,” he announced, his voice cutting through the air and signaling the nearing end of the game.

[2 questions left]

For a moment, a beat of silence fell over the room as everyone took a breath, eyes trained on PD Na, their anticipation almost tangible. Then, the intro beat of the next song began, filling the area with its rhythmic, pulsing beat.

The very first note had Vernon shooting up from his seat, his hand raised high in the air as he shouted their slogan, “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” His voice carried through the room, drawing immediate attention. Minghao stood beside him, following suit.

PD Na pointed to them, nodding as he began the countdown. “1, 2, 3…”

With a quick movement, Vernon pointed at Minghao, ceding the responsibility. Minghao took a brief pause before answering with a single name, “Jessi.”

A playful look crossed PD Na’s face as he shook his head. “Jessi? Wrong.”

As disappointment flickered across Vernon and Minghao’s faces, Dokyeom was already leaping to his feet, his team slogan ready on his lips. “I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily!” he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement and a competitive edge.

PD Na turned to them, counting down as he had before, “1, 2, 3…”

“BLACKPINK,” Jun answered confidently, the name rolling off his tongue with ease.

Dokyeom jumped in, completing the guess with, “‘BOOMBAYAH!’”

A collective groan echoed as PD Na gave a shake of his head. “Wrong!”

Luna, seated beside Joshua, leaned closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper as she asked, “Do you know?”

Joshua’s brow furrowed in thought before he sighed, “No, I don’t. Do you?”

Luna chuckled, her laughter soft but amused. “Nope.”

Meanwhile, Seungkwan and Hoshi were already up on their feet, bouncing with uncontainable excitement, arms raised high as they yelled their team slogan with almost exaggerated urgency, “Go Overboard For Show!”

Amused by their enthusiasm, PD Na gestured toward Hoshi with a nod. “Let’s start with Hoshi. 1, 2, 3…”

“HyunA,” Hoshi answered confidently, his voice steady.

Seungkwan was quick to follow, his answer sharp and certain. “‘I’m Not Cool.’”

“You got it,” PD Na confirmed with a grin, clapping his hands together in approval.

[This song will summon someone]

Seungkwan and Hoshi wasted no time, both striding to the front of the room with excitement shining in their eyes. As they prepared to launch into the dance, S.Coups’ expression turned pained, a low chuckle escaping him as he realized what was about to happen. He’d performed this dance once before on a show, and the memory seemed to both amuse and mildly torment him.

[As soon as he heard the title, he knew what was coming]

Noticing his reaction, several heads turned to him, their expressions expectant and slightly mischievous. Luna nudged S.Coups, her smile wide and encouraging. “Show them, Coupsie,” she said, her tone sweet but with a touch of teasing.

Beside her, Joshua joined in, leaning forward to gently push S.Coups. “Hurry.”

Dokyeom and Minghao joined the chorus of encouragement, each giving S.Coups a nudge until he found himself being all but pushed to the front, where Seungkwan and Hoshi were already absorbed in the opening moves of the dance.

[Summoned]

As the chorus hit, S.Coups, with his head slightly lowered in shyness, found himself nudged to the middle of Seungkwan and Hoshi. He moved to the beat with a mixture of reluctance and begrudging amusement, his dance moves a bit timid as he tried to follow along.

Meanwhile, Dokyeom was off to the side, his energy unmatched as he threw himself into the dance with wild abandon, each move exaggerated and filled with a contagious enthusiasm.

[Drawing attention]

Eventually, S.Coups shook his head with a shy grin, retreating back to his seat as the crowd clapped for him, clearly entertained by his effort. Dokyeom, however, continued dancing alongside Seungkwan and Hoshi, his energy seeming endless as he threw himself into each step.

When the song finally came to a close, Seungkwan took a step back, gesturing to Dokyeom with an exaggerated shake of his head. “I’m sorry, but why do we have an eel here?” he asked, his expression feigning confusion. “I thought he was an eel.”

Dokyeom broke into laughter as he returned to his seat, amused by the comparison, while the rest of the room burst into chuckles.

“No,” Luna chimed in with a grin, casting a playful glance at Dokyeom. “He’s like those dancing balloons.” She winked at Dokyeom, her smile warm and teasing.

Dokyeom laughed, nodding in agreement, clearly amused by the imagery Luna had painted for him.

Once everyone had settled back down, PD Na looked at S.Coups with a curious expression. “S.Coups?”

S.Coups looked up, slightly taken aback. “Yes?”

PD Na sighed, a hint of exasperation mingled with amusement in his voice. “I don’t even know how many times I’ve asked this question…” He paused for dramatic effect, eyes narrowing slightly. “What happened?”

S.Coups blinked, feigning innocence, his expression blank as he gave a small shrug, pretending not to know what PD Na was referring to. His silence only fueled the laughter around him, everyone clearly entertained by his act of cluelessness.

[Pretending not to know]

Before PD Na could continue, Mingyu leaned forward, clapping his hands as he urged S.Coups. “Do it alone. Come on,” he called out, his voice filled with playful insistence.

“Let’s go!” Dokyeom cheered from the side. “Show us!”

“Show us,” Mingyu echoed, adding to the chorus of encouragement.

S.Coups let out a reluctant sigh, slowly rising from his seat with a resigned smile. He moved to the front, glancing at the crowd as he demonstrated a single dance move, his hand waving in a vague imitation of the earlier choreography.

“This is all I know,” he said with a grin before quickly retreating back to his seat, the crowd erupting into laughter as he settled down, clearly relieved the ordeal was over.

[We demand a challenge]

Everyone was still buzzing from the previous round when Minghao, calm yet a bit on edge, leaned forward with a quick, quiet question. “Is this the last question?”

PD Na gave a small, almost suspenseful nod, his expression relaxed but knowing. “It’s the last one.”

The members perked up at his answer, a collective spark of determination passing through them. There was a shared energy, a silent agreement that this was the round they had to win.

The first instrumental beat hit, ringing through the air with a playful intensity. In an instant, Dino was on his feet, shouting his team’s slogan with a clear, confident voice: “Drink Less And Talk More!”

PD Na acknowledged Dino’s quick reaction and began the familiar countdown, his voice steady as he counted down, “1, 2, 3…”

Dino turned to Wonwoo, passing the responsibility with a simple glance. Wonwoo, already standing, didn’t hesitate. “Apink,” he stated, his voice calm but sure.

PD Na tilted his head, his tone quizzical. “By Apink.”

Dino’s brow furrowed, and he scratched his head thoughtfully, buying himself an extra moment.

Seungkwan, watching him intently, leaned forward, his voice insistent. “Pronounce it clearly. Exact spelling.”

Dino nodded and spoke with renewed certainty. “‘Only One’.”

PD Na gave a small shake of his head, his tone final. “Wrong.”

A disappointed groan came from Dino, and before he could sit back down, Dokyeom’s voice was already ringing through the air, his hand raised in a quick, enthusiastic wave. “I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily!”

PD Na turned to him with a small nod. “Team Worked Up.”

Jun took his cue, lifting his voice smoothly. “Apink.”

Dokyeom didn’t miss a beat, adding immediately, “‘Remember’.”

PD Na shook his head once more. “Wrong.”

Slogans echoed around the room as the members scrambled for their next chance, voices overlapping with their signature calls until Mingyu’s voice cut through with a loud, “Burp And Fart!”

The room stilled as PD Na nodded toward Mingyu, recognizing his turn. Mingyu started confidently, his voice clear. “Apink.”

PD Na gave a nod of acknowledgement as Mingyu glanced toward Jeonghan. Jeonghan answered with a playful grin, his voice measured. “‘NoNoNo’.”

PD Na shook his head, his voice firm. “Wrong.”

Jeonghan gave a small shrug, turning to Mingyu with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Mingyu shook his head with a smirk, sharing in the humor of their repeated failed guesses.

Still determined, Dino sprang up once more, calling out, “Drink Less And Talk More!”

PD Na gave him a patient look. “You had your chance already,” he reminded Dino gently.

Dino’s shoulders slumped as he sat back down, sulking a little as he folded his arms.

[PANDA is disappointed]

The chorus of the instrumental beat hit, and in that instant, Seungkwan and Hoshi couldn’t resist— they started singing along, their voices playful yet confident. Seeing his teammates so involved, Vernon jumped to his feet, raising his hand. “I Don’t Like Your Earrings!” he shouted, signaling their turn.

PD Na nodded, allowing Vernon to proceed. Minghao, standing with a quiet composure, stated, “Apink,” as if he already knew the answer.

With a point, Vernon spelt it out, “‘LOVE.’”

PD Na shook his head. “Wrong.”

Vernon’s expression turned incredulous, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“How could you get that wrong?” Seungkwan stepped forward, his voice steady and playful before he shouted, “Go Overboard For Show!”

[Professor Boo is hereto teach them a lesson]

PD Na pointed at him to go ahead. Hoshi didn’t hesitate. “Apink.”

Seungkwan took a brief, almost dramatic pause before spelling it out. “‘LUV,’” he announced clearly.

PD Na’s face lit up with approval. “You got it.”

Seungkwan didn’t waste a second, breaking into a victorious smile as he turned to Vernon. “Why is it spelled ‘LUV’ when they say ‘love’?” Vernon complained, sounding genuinely perplexed.

Ignoring him, Seungkwan simply walked up to the front with an easy confidence, starting the dance moves in front of Vernon, who couldn’t help but smile in reluctant amusement.

Not far behind him, Dino was warming up, stretching his arms and shoulders, ready to join in the dance. Seungkwan sidled up to him, a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned in close. “Dad,” he began, voice dripping with exaggerated innocence, “let’s go home after this.”

Dino caught on immediately, nodding with a serious expression, fully playing along. “Okay. This is the last one,” he replied, his voice filled with mock resignation.

Seungkwan continued, leaning into the bit with unrestrained glee. “Let’s go after this.”

“Okay,” Dino agreed.

With a small shake of his head, Seungkwan added in a final, dramatic tone, “My dad will stay here for a little more,” leaving Dino alone at the front as he backed away, casting Dino a playful smirk.

S.Coups, watching the whole exchange with an amused grin, called out in encouragement. “Let’s go!” he cheered, clapping his hands together as Dino took his place at the front.

[Prove that you're a big fan of Apink]

As the chorus hit, Dino launched into the dance with a surprising fluidity, each movement sharp and precise, as if he belonged in the choreography. He moved with such ease and energy that he seemed to embody the song’s original charm, each gesture and step filled with a playful dedication that had everyone laughing and clapping.

At one point, Dino spun to the left, locking eyes with the Jimmy Jib camera. Without missing a beat, he began dancing directly toward it, his moves exaggerated as he leaned in closer, earning loud laughter from his audience.

[Where are you going?]

The room erupted into cheers as he then spun to the right side, repeating the same move with the second camera, drawing even louder reactions from the members.

“Dino, good job!” Luna squealed from her seat, clapping her hands together in approval as Dino continued, his focus unwavering, until the chorus ended.

When the music finally faded out, the room filled with applause as Dino returned to his seat, his face flushed but smiling, clearly proud of his performance.

As Dino made his way back to his seat, a grin tugging at his lips, the others clapped him on the shoulder or gave him approving nods.

Dokyeom was the first to speak, eyes bright as he looked at Dino. “This is a really good song,” he said, the words heartfelt as he nodded along, clearly still humming the tune in his head.

PD Na smiled, nodding in agreement before raising a curious eyebrow at Dino. “Did the dance by the real fan,” he said with an amused glint in his eye. “Why didn’t you get it at first?”

From the seat next to Dino, Wonwoo gestured toward him, nodding knowingly as he interjected. “He said another track, am I right?”

Dino nodded quickly, his expression earnest as he explained. “Yes, it was in the other album.”

Seungkwan, leaning forward with a playful smile, couldn’t resist adding his two cents. “You meant ‘Only One,’” he said, giving Dino a knowing look.

Dino turned to him, his face lighting up as he nodded with enthusiasm. “That album is so good too,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

As PD Na looked over the results with a gleam in his eye, he cleared his throat, and the room was hushed in anticipation. “Anyway, well done,” he said, offering a nod of approval to the group. “Now… the result is unbelievable. We were surprised too. We’ll start with first place.”

[The result announcement]

Instantly, the members’ heads turned in unison toward Seungkwan and Hoshi, who both straightened, excitement clear on their faces.

[It's obvious]

PD Na’s grin grew, and he continued, “Congratulations to Seungkwan and Hoshi.”

[1st place, Team Go Overboard For Show]

[They got 8 out of 24]

The two sprang to their feet with matching triumphant smiles, their hands intertwined and raised high in the air. The members erupted into cheers and applause, congratulating them with claps and whistles as Seungkwan and Hoshi, facing each other, broke into a victory dance, busting out exaggerated moves that had everyone laughing all over again.

PD Na waited for the laughter to die down before he continued, “This is what matters now. Guess who placed second.”

Seungkwan, with a teasing glint in his eye, looked around and echoed, “I wonder who placed second.”

“It could be us. We got four,” Mingyu muttered, leaning over to Jeonghan.

Jeonghan nodded. “It could be us.”

Minghao, glancing sideways at Vernon, chimed in quietly, “It could be us.”

Meanwhile, Luna leaned toward Joshua, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It’s definitely not us,” she whispered, stifling a giggle.

PD Na’s voice cut through, naming the two teams that had tied for second. “Team Burp And Fart and Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings.”

[They both placed 2nd]

[2nd place, Team Burp And Fart and Team I Don’t Like Your Earrings]

[They both got 4 out of 24]

The announcement brought cheers from both teams, with Jeonghan, in a rare show of excitement, standing up with his hands clapping together.

[Getting up for the first time in 65 minutes]

Once the cheers had quieted, PD Na went on, “There are two for third place as well. Team Drink Less And Talk More, and Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying.”

[3rd place, Team Drink Less And Talk More and Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying]

[They both got 3 out of 24]

Luna and Joshua shared a high-five. “Good job,” Joshua said, giving her an approving smile.

Luna nodded, satisfied. “We did great.”

Joshua leaned closer, his voice just a whisper, “There’s still the MHP.”

Luna nodded, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Right,” she murmured.

[Aiming for the MHP]

“For fourth place…” PD Na continued, glancing at his notes, “Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily.”

[4th place, Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily]

[They got 2 out of 24]

Dokyeom and Jun clapped, high-fiving each other as they celebrated. “Good job,” Dokyeom said to Jun, grinning.

Then, as PD Na turned to the remaining members, S.Coups gave Woozi a sidelong look and let out a low chuckle. “What were we doing?”

Woozi just shook his head in mock despair. PD Na raised his voice slightly to make the last announcement, unable to keep a grin from his face. “Woozi and S.Coups, you got nothing.”

[They got 0 out of 24]

Both of them sank back in their seats with exaggerated expressions of defeat, drawing laughter from the rest of the members.

PD Na, smiling, then went on to announce the MHP, or ‘Most Hip Players.’ He held up his hands to draw attention, adding suspense. “The MHP was a cut-throat competition. The production team agreed that it goes to Team We Are Too Perfect, It’s Annoying, and Team I Get Worked Up And Lose My Temper Easily.”

[A tie]

Both teams broke into applause, clapping for themselves with pride. Luna and Joshua exchanged a triumphant smile, while Dokyeom and Jun laughed, pleased with the outcome.

Hoshi nodded approvingly, giving them an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “I approve,” he said, clapping along with the rest.

Dino joined in the praise, looking at Luna, Joshua, Dokyeon, and Jun. “You were amazing.”

“They were good,” Minghao agreed, nodding toward them with a small smile.

[5 draw chances for 1st place, 3 draw chances for 2nd place, 2 draw chances for 3rd place, 1 draw chance for 4th place]

As the anticipation settled over the group, PD Na looked over to Luna and Joshua’s team, as well as Dokyeom and Jun’s team. “MHP winners get two additional draw chances,” he announced, raising his voice slightly so everyone could hear clearly.

Luna and Joshua exchanged pleased looks, and PD Na continued, “So, Luna and Joshua, though you placed third, you won MHP, so you get four chances in total.” The explanation made Luna and Joshua beam as the rest of the members looked on, nodding in approval.

[+2 draw chances]

Then, turning to Dokyeom and Jun, PD Na said, “The same goes for Dokyeom and Jun. You placed fourth, but you get two more draw chances, so that’s three chances in total.”

[+2 draw chances]

A round of applause erupted from both teams, with Luna clapping excitedly. “That’s better than second place,” she said, her voice ringing with satisfaction as her team members laughed in agreement.

“Yes,” Dokyeom chimed in, nodding at her with a big grin.

The two teams came together, clapping each other on the back in celebration as they united in their mini-victory.

PD Na shuffled and pulled out a large bag in his hands that contained the hopes, wishes, and prizes written by each team member, mixed in with sixty potential duds. The members’ attention shifted, and all eyes focused intently on the bag, watching as PD Na positioned himself at the front.

[The draw Producer Na’s holding contains each team's wish]

[Before the music quiz they were told to write their wishes]

PD Na held the bag steady and looked at the group with a smile. “After discussing with your colleagues, you all wrote something you want,” he began. His eyes scanned over the members, who listened intently. “Seungkwan and Hoshi, what did you write?”

“Your therapeutic variety show,” Seungkwan said confidently, making a few members laugh in anticipation of his usual passion.

“Like ‘Three Meals a Day’?” PD Na suggested, referencing his previous shows to clarify.

“Or ‘Wise Mountain Village Life’?” Dokyeom chimed in.

Seungkwan’s eyes lit up. “A chance to appear on your variety show.”

[All they care about is being on a show]

“SEVENTEEN?” Mingyu asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity.

Seungkwan shook his head, grinning mischievously. “No, Seungkwan and Hoshi only.”

[They even care about the budget]

The group burst into laughter at his response, and Seungkwan gave a shrug, feigning innocence. “They can’t handle all fourteen people,” he explained, nodding toward PD Na. “I know you can’t.”

“It’s hard to divide fourteen people,” Wonwoo pointed out, laughing at the prospect.

Mingyu smirked, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “But what if… I draw the wish?”

Seungkwan was ready, nodding as if he’d thought of every angle. “So I wrote Hoshi and Seungkwan,” he clarified with pride.

“Then it’s no use,” Luna and Jeonghan said in sync, turning to Seungkwan with raised brows and a grin. The precision of their timing made the group laugh even louder.

“Right,” Mingyu confirmed, nodding at them both. “Whoever draws it takes it.”

[The person who draws it gets to appearon Producer Na's variety show]

Once the laughter settled, PD Na moved on. “Next, Mingyu and Jeonghan, what did you write?”

Jeonghan drew out a sigh, drawing the group’s attention with his usual dramatic flair. “I was jealous of Hoshi…”

“So,” Mingyu interjected, already smirking, “two hair dryers from Dyson.”

Their answer was so unexpectedly practical that it caught everyone off guard, and laughter erupted again.

[Practical shopping cart]

[Two opposite wishes]

“Just get it on your own,” S.Coups teased, shaking his head with a grin.

Jeonghan gave a playful shrug. “We decided to be practical.”

PD Na chuckled, nodding approvingly. “That’s very practical.”

Mingyu then deadpanned, giving Jeonghan a look of mock suspicion as he pointed in his direction. “That’s why he got up earlier.”

Jeonghan joined in, clapping his hands and mimicking his excitement from earlier, adding, “‘Oh, the hair dryer!’”

PD Na moved to Dino and Wonwoo, gesturing for them to share. “Alright, Dino and Wonwoo?” he asked, the curiosity in his voice sparking the attention of everyone in the room.

[What's Dino and Wonwoo's wish?]

“We love your shows, and we haven’t been on a trip in a while,” Wonwoo began with a small smile, setting the tone for their wish.

“Right,” Hoshi chimed in immediately, nodding in agreement as if endorsing their choice.

“So, SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Wonwoo finished, his voice carrying a hopeful tone. At the mention of one of PD Na’s shows, where the cast is notoriously “kidnapped” by Na PD and whisked away on an unplanned adventure, the room is filled with enthusiastic applause and cheers, fully in support of the idea.

PD Na nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he echoed, “Ah,” clearly appreciating the choice.

“They wrote SEVENTEEN,” Jun said with an approving clap, joining the excitement.

[They wrote a wish for SEVENTEEN]

“That’s nice,” Hoshi said with a grin, eyes twinkling with admiration.

“You’re so generous,” S.Coups added, seizing the opportunity to tease Seungkwan with a playful look.

“I hope that gets picked.” Luna chimed in, clearly interested in the concept of the show.

“They only care about themselves, but we care about everyone,” Dino said as he pointed at Seungkwan and Hoshi.

“Good. This is it.” Jun said.

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as he looked around the room, watching as their generous wish for a full group show continued to gather approval. “What… What does that make me?” he stammered, a mix of humor and disbelief in his expression as he looked at his teammate, Hoshi, and the others laughing.

[A man who cares about Producer Na and the budget]

“You're so kind.” Jeonghan told Dino.

“That's what you call a member.” Said Joshua.

“That's what we need for the team.” Followed by Jun.

[Everyone compliments]

“Seungkwanie is so cute,” Luna chuckled from her seat, observing the situation with amusement as she watched Seungkwan’s animated reaction.

“They even got all the questions on SEVENTEEN,” Mingyu said as he pointed at Dino and Wonwoo.

[Got all questions on SEVENTEEN]

Meanwhile, Hoshi, ever quick to take sides in the most entertaining way, grabbed his chair, lifting it along with him as he made his way over to sit next to Wonwoo, draping his arm around him in solidarity. “You’re so generous,” he told Wonwoo, patting him on the back with a wide grin as if they’d been teammates all along.

“What does that make me?” Seungkwan repeated, completely incredulous as the entire room burst into laughter.

“That’s what you call a team,” Hoshi declared, completely disowning Seungkwan as his teammate for a split second, much to everyone’s delight.

“You never know,” PD Na said with a chuckle, seamlessly moving things along as the laughter began to die down. “Vernon and The8, what did you write?”

Vernon looked over at Minghao, both of them smiling sheepishly. “We’re shy to say this, but we also want to appear on your show,” Minghao admitted. “We only wrote our names.”

“Alright.” PD Na nodded in understanding, barely able to contain his amusement as Hoshi moved back to his original seat next to Seungkwan, patting him on the back as if no divide had ever existed between them.

Mingyu looked over at Jeonghan, realizing the contrast in their own wish compared to the others. “That makes us look weird,” he muttered, half to himself, while Jeonghan looked unbothered.

“Only if you draw it, we’ll grant it no matter what,” PD Na reassured with a comforting smile, dispelling any worry.

“I hope we get SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Seungkwan said, nodding in genuine excitement.

“Right. I only want that one now,” Luna agreed, nodding along with him, her expression reflecting her enthusiasm for the group wish.

[The next wish]

PD Na turned his attention to Woozi and S.Coups, a smile of curiosity playing on his face. “Alright, Woozi and S.Coups?” he asked, raising his brows expectantly.

Woozi leaned forward, his tone confident as he spoke. “To promote our new song ‘Super’, we want you to do a challenge,” he explained, his eyes gleaming with the mischief of his suggestion.

PD Na let out a pained chuckle, visibly wincing while the writers seated next to him clapped in delight, fully supportive of the idea.

[Mental breakdown]

“He needs to learn, right?” Jeonghan chimed in, his tone deadpan but a smile tugging at his lips as he pointed at PD Na.

“You need to learn the choreography,” S.Coups stated, crossing his arms as if daring PD Na to take on the challenge.

“You need to learn it thoroughly,” Joshua added with a grin, nodding his head in emphasis.

PD Na shook his head, his eyes wide as he feigned terror. “I noticed it has, like, sixteen moves in one beat,” he said, looking at them in mock despair.

The members broke into laughter at PD Na’s comment, each amused at his reaction to the notorious difficulty of Super’s choreography.

Woozi gave a small shrug. “I felt bad to write it, but I doubt we’d draw it,” he said, glancing at S.Coups with a half-smile.

PD Na hesitated, glancing at the camera, clearly uneasy at the prospect of having to perform such an intricate dance. “Well…” he started, his reluctance evident. “If you draw it. What’s impossible if we practice? We can do anything,” he finished, his voice trying to sound upbeat but betraying a hint of trepidation.

After a pause, PD Na straightened and turned his focus to the next team, shaking off the previous challenge as he looked over at Luna and Joshua. “Luna and Joshua, what did you ask for?” he inquired, folding his hands in front of him.

Luna leaned forward, glancing mischievously at Joshua before turning back to PD Na with a sly grin. “To increase the chances…” she began, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

Her grin widened as she spoke again. “Our team and Dokyeomie and Jun’s team decided to team up, and we wrote your challenge,” she said, gesturing toward both her team and Dokyeom and Jun’s team with an air of triumph.

[Wish collusion]

PD Na’s expression fell immediately, looking thoroughly defeated as he processed that the chances had now doubled. The writers clapped and nodded in excitement, unable to contain their enthusiasm for the twist. Meanwhile, the members erupted into laughter and applause, thoroughly impressed by Luna’s strategic move.

“If there are three, that raises the chance,” Dokyeom pointed out, his grin matching Luna’s as he raised his hand for a high-five.

Luna laughed as she high-fived Dokyeom, fully enjoying the cleverness of their plan.

[They're good at math]

PD Na, clearly desperate to reason his way out of the inevitable, held up his hands in protest. “Let me tell you. It might not help you promote your new song,” he tried to argue, his voice tinged with a last-ditch attempt to dissuade them.

But the members merely brushed him off reassuringly, waving away his concerns as they laughed even harder.

[We doubt it]

[Time to draw the wish]

[There are 7 wishes and 60 duds]

Finally, it was time for the SEVENTEEN members to draw their prizes. The anticipation was thick in the air, each member’s gaze fixed on the bag that PD Na held out with a careful yet taunting smile.

“This is it,” PD Na said, extending the bag of folded wishes and duds toward them. “It’s all about probabilities now.”

Dokyeom was the first to stand, moving to take the bag from PD Na with an air of readiness as the other members cheered him on. As he made his way back to his seat, S.Coups called after him with a grin, “Dokyeom, let’s be on ‘Youth Over Flowers’!”

“You have three chances,” PD Na reminded Dokyeom and Jun, leaning back with a look of mild dread.

“Mix well,” S.Coups encouraged, eyeing the bag in Dokyeom’s hands with hopeful determination.

Dokyeom grinned and shook the bag thoroughly, his expression amused and determined.

[Shaking as hard as he can]

“Kyeomie, no pressure, but you have to get the ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Luna called out, making Dokyeom laugh at her particular phrasing.

Vernon nodded in agreement, crossing his arms with a small smile. “SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’ is a good idea.”

[Everyone wishes for 'Youth Over Flowers']

From the other end of the group, Jeonghan turned toward Mingyu, confusion creasing his brow. “What’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’?” he asked, leaning in with genuine curiosity.

Mingyu smirked knowingly. “It’s a therapeutic variety show,” he explained with a small nod.

“It’s your favorite,” Seungkwan chimed in, glancing knowingly at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan nodded, satisfied. “It’s my favorite,” he repeated with a soft smile.

With a confident grin, Dokyeom placed his hand in the bag, feeling around with his fingers for one of the small, folded pieces of paper. He held his breath, concentrating. “I think I can feel it,” he said, his voice carrying a spark of excitement as he finally picked one.

Carefully keeping it folded, he pulled his hand out of the bag. Jun, next to him, quickly reached in for their second chance, selecting his own folded paper. With a final determined look, Dokyeom took their third and last piece, holding the small bundle of their three slips in his hand.

They kept the papers folded tightly, awaiting the signal to reveal their fate. All eyes turned to PD Na, who looked around, seeing their eager faces and sensing the mounting tension.

“Seriously, it’d be great if we get ‘Youth Over Flowers’,” Seungkwan murmured, his voice hopeful.

“And?” PD Na gestured toward Jun, signaling him to open the first paper.

The group held their breath, leaning in as Jun slowly unfolded the paper. His face lit up in a burst of surprise, eyes widening as he looked at the slip, giving everyone a split-second pause of intense curiosity.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, the surprise and slight shock in his voice piquing everyone’s interest even further.

[What is it?]

PD Na’s face tightened with unease, eyebrows raised as he awaited the verdict. But then, Jun glanced at them with a shrug. “It’s a dud,” he revealed, the disappointment softened by his playful grin.

PD Na visibly breathed out in relief, a sigh that didn’t go unnoticed by the others, who chuckled at his reaction.

Beside Jun, Dokyeom had already begun to open his slip, anticipation clearly written on his face. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet, eyes wide in astonishment. “SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’!” he shouted, disbelief and excitement evident as he moved to the front, holding the paper up in triumph.

[No way]

A chorus of cheers erupted from the group, a mix of pure excitement and disbelief filling the air. Dokyeom, Jun, Seungkwan, S.Coups, Dino, and Mingyu all stood up, gathering around Dokyeom as he proudly held up the slip to the camera, displaying the words as proof.

From the seats, the remaining members were clapping, some in shock and others simply overjoyed by the sheer luck of the draw.

[No one can believe it]

“Really?! That’s amazing,” Luna breathed, watching the group in front as they jumped and cheered, each basking in the thrill of their unexpected win.

PD Na and his writers, on the other hand, looked up at the celebrating members, the reality of the situation dawning on them. They knew it would be an enormous production expense to take all fourteen members on the show. But the SEVENTEEN members were too lost in their excitement to care.

[The production crew are surprised]

“SEVENTEEN’s ‘Youth Over Flowers’!” Joshua cheered, joining in on the infectious energy.

“Dokyeom-ah, your luck is insane today,” Luna added, still slightly in shock at the odds they had overcome.

PD Na shook his head in disbelief, his expression baffled. “Is this true? Who wrote it?” he asked, his tone both incredulous and amused.

With a small smile, Wonwoo stood up, pointing at the paper in Dokyeom’s hand. “I wrote it,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

[Wonwoo wrote it and DK drew it]

“Let’s stop here,” Hoshi interjected with a laugh, as though calling it quits now that they had hit the jackpot.

“Forget about the rest,” S.Coups added with a grin, arms crossed as if to punctuate the statement.

“That’s all we need,” Minghao agreed with a nod.

“No, it’s not,” Luna countered, ever the voice of reason. “The challenge.”

Jeonghan nodded at her, seeing her point. “It’s even better if we keep going. There’s still the ‘Super’ challenge left,” he agreed, the pair locked in mutual understanding.

[The two greedy bunnies]

“Oh, you’re right. Geniuses, the both of you,” Hoshi remarked, clearly impressed.

“How many duds were there?” Wonwoo asked, glancing at PD Na.

“There were sixty duds,” PD Na replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

[DK managed to draw it in 2nd time]

Jeonghan turned to Dokyeom, giving him an approving nod. “Good job,” he praised, clearly impressed with Dokyeom’s draw.

“It’s like a drama,” Dino murmured, almost in awe.

[Even the drama won't go like this]

“Well done,” Seungkwan added with a grin, clapping Dokyeom on the back.

PD Na, realizing the challenge ahead, leaned toward his writers, his tone resigned. “I better talk to my company,” he murmured.

Jun, still high on excitement, laughed. “It’s meant to be.”

Luna nodded at him, still smiling. “It is.”

PD Na looked up, realization settling in. “It’s going to cost a lot. My goodness. We’ll have to rent a bus.”

[They have to worry about how to fool 14 people]

“You better set the date soon,” Hoshi urged with a grin, barely containing his laughter.

“Right,” Seungkwan agreed with an enthusiastic nod.

“We’ll cancel all other schedules,” Wonwoo added nonchalantly, making PD Na look at them with widened eyes.

“What?” PD Na laughed, shaking his head at the pressure they were now putting on him.

“We’ll make ourselves available,” S.Coups said, patting PD Na’s shoulder as though sealing the promise.

PD Na sighed, looking at each of them. “We’ll talk about it later. We always keep our promise,” he assured, finally giving in.

[We'll talk to your agency]

With that, the members broke into applause, all satisfied with the deal.

Once everyone had settled back down, PD Na turned to Jun, curiosity lingering in his gaze. “How about the last one?” he asked, gesturing to the unopened paper in Jun’s hand.

Jun carefully unfolded it, giving the room a brief flash of anticipation before he sighed, “Unfortunately, it’s a dud.”

With a small nod, PD Na turned toward Luna and Joshua. “Okay, Luna and Joshua, it’s your turn. Four chances for the MHPs,” he announced, a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Dokyeom, still riding high from his earlier win, handed the bag over to them with a grin.

Joshua took it first, shaking it thoroughly as Luna watched him with a steady, focused gaze. As everyone leaned in, eager to see the result, Joshua carefully reached in, plucking out two slips of paper before handing the bag to Luna, who mirrored his actions, drawing her two slips.

[2 draws each]

Joshua took the lead, unfolding his first paper. His face fell slightly, and he held it up for everyone to see. “It’s a dud,” he said with a disappointed chuckle. Undeterred, he moved on to the next one, only to shake his head as he looked at the paper. “Dud,” he confirmed with a sigh.

All eyes turned to Luna as she carefully opened her first slip. “Dud,” she announced, her tone calm and controlled, though a small smile played at the corners of her lips. PD Na let out another relieved sigh, visibly relaxing.

[Three duds]

Then it was time for the fourth and final slip. Luna’s expression turned stoic as she held the folded paper, everyone watching her intently. She turned the paper around, realizing it was upside down. Slowly, the familiar handwriting caught her eye— the flowing, almost calligraphic style unmistakably belonging to Jeonghan.

Which could only mean…

[What is it?]

Luna started chuckling, glancing up with a knowing look as she locked eyes with Jeonghan. “Two Dyson hair dryers,” she announced with a laugh.

A collective gasp filled the room, followed by a wave of delighted cheers. Jeonghan’s face lit up in sheer excitement, grinning from ear to ear as he clapped for her, while Joshua checked the paper and joined in the cheering.

“I don’t know why you’re excited. She and Joshua won it, not you,” Mingyu pointed out, chuckling at Jeonghan’s enthusiasm.

[He was the most enthusiastic]

S.Coups pointed at Luna and Dokyeom, a proud grin on his face. “The MHP luck is insane.”

As the cheers gradually subsided, Luna glanced back at PD Na, her brow creasing in consideration. “Wait, we can disregard this one since we already won the ‘Youth Over Flowers,’” she said, sounding thoughtful.

But before PD Na could even consider agreeing, Jeonghan’s voice rang out, clear and insistent. “No. Nana-ya, Don’t worry about it. Let them get it for you.”

[What?]

Laughter erupted from the members, disbelief coloring their voices. “Ya! Yoon Jeonghan, you’re really shameless. Noona already won you a Lego set earlier!” Seungkwan called out, shaking his head. “And, noona, you let him!” he added, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

Luna hid her face behind Joshua’s back, embarrassed, while Jeonghan leaned back in his seat, casually running his fingers through his long hair with a lazy smirk.

“It’s not that…” Luna started, her voice muffled, attempting to explain herself.

Joshua cut in with a pointed look in Jeonghan’s direction. “Ya! She’s my teammate. The other Dyson is mine.”

The room exploded with laughter, everyone entertained by the lighthearted bickering. PD Na looked on in amused disbelief, shaking his head at the scene unfolding before him.

“I just want Jiyeonie to win it,” Jeonghan stated smoothly, his tone too cool and composed to be entirely innocent.

[Excuses]

Luna met his gaze, and a realization dawned on her. “Ah… we’ll share?” she asked, understanding his meaning. A shared smile passed between them, and Luna nodded her tone firm. “Alright.”

She turned back to PD Na, her earlier offer of consideration now forgotten. “Forget what I said earlier… we won the Dyson,” she stated, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

[The greedy bunnies pt. 2]

The members burst into laughter, Seungkwan shaking his head in disbelief. “Those two are really shameless,” he chuckled.

PD Na could only nod, a grin of reluctant admiration spreading across his face. “Alright,” he agreed, shaking his head at their antics as the members clapped and laughed, basking in the chaos and camaraderie.

Once everyone had settled down from the previous round of excitement, the prize bag made its way across the room to Vernon and Minghao. The two shared a look of amusement as they reached in, each drawing out slips of paper in anticipation. Since S.Coups and Woozi hadn’t scored any points, they skipped their turn, leaving Vernon and Minghao with three draws. Minghao went first, unfolding his slip carefully.

“Dud,” Minghao announced with a small shrug before passing the next slip to Vernon.

Vernon, who was seated beside him, reached for the second paper. He glanced at it, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Dud,” he confirmed.

Minghao picked up the last slip with little expectation. He opened it slowly, glancing up with a nonchalant expression. “It’s a dud.”

[3 duds]

Everyone chuckled, and PD Na let out a sigh of relief, his expression a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

Next up, Dino and Wonwoo, who had two chances, drew with quiet determination. Dino was first, and as he opened his slip, he gave a slight nod before announcing, “It’s a dud.”

Wonwoo picked up the final paper from their turn, opening it with his usual calm demeanor. “Dud,” He confirmed, letting the paper fall as he shared a quick look with Dino.

“That’s a relief,” PD Na said, still looking slightly overwhelmed.

“It’s amazing that they managed to draw the prizes,” Wonwoo said, glancing in the direction of Dokyeom and Luna.

“Right. It’s never easy to draw it,” Woozi agreed with a small nod.

The bag then moved to Jeonghan and Mingyu, who shared a mischievous smile before each drawing a slip. Mingyu went first, pulling a paper from the bag and looking at it with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Oh?” he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

Jeonghan looked over, curious. “What?”

With a deadpan expression, Mingyu turned the paper for everyone to see. “Dud.”

They laughed, and Jeonghan took his turn, carefully unfolding the paper. Immediately, he noticed the familiar handwriting on it— it was Luna’s, he gasped, recognition lighting up his eyes. Mingyu, who had leaned over to look, let out a shocked laugh, collapsing onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

“What?” PD Na asked, looking increasingly anxious.

Jeonghan held the slip up with a triumphant grin. “Producer Na’s ‘Super’ Challenge!” he announced, already standing up and striding toward PD Na to show him the paper.

[We never thought that was possible]

The room erupted, the cheers and laughter reaching a fever pitch as the members reacted as if they’d just won the lottery.

Luna sat with her hand covering her mouth, eyes wide in shock, while the others crowded around Jeonghan and PD Na, laughing and cheering, with Dokyeom even breaking into an impromptu dance to tease the producer.

PD Na, utterly stunned, could only stare at the slip in Jeonghan’s hand while his team of writers joined in the laughter.

Joshua came over to Jeonghan, glancing down at the paper with a grin. “Luna and I wrote this one. At first, it was a steam closet, but we changed it to raise the chances.”

[2nd, 3rd, and 4th places drew the big ones]

Luna leaned forward in disbelief, her gaze locked on the slip. “Ah, is it our paper?” she asked, stunned.

Joshua nodded, showing her the handwriting. “Yes, it’s your handwritting.”

Once the laughter died down, Jeonghan took his final slip, glancing at it briefly. “The last one is a dud,” he announced, still grinning.

“Have you done a challenge before?” Seungkwan asked PD Na, who shook his head, looking slightly dazed.

“No,” PD Na admitted.

“His first challenge happens to be ‘Super,’” Seungkwan laughed.

“Shall we stop here?” PD Na suggested with a chuckle, and everyone burst into laughter again.

[Not only the budget is gone, but he's also having a meltdown]

Finally, PD Na turned to Seungkwan and Hoshi. “Seungkwan and Hoshi, you placed first, so you can draw five,” he announced, handing them the bag.

Hoshi drew first, opening his slip with cautious excitement. “The first one… Dud.”

Seungkwan opened the next two at once, glancing at both papers. “They’re both duds,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Hoshi took the fourth slip, opening it quickly. “Dud,” he announced, letting out a sigh.

“One more,” S.Coups encouraged, hoping for one last win.

“Yes, one more,” Jeonghan chimed in with a grin.

Hoshi nodded, and Seungkwan drew the final slip. He opened it and immediately started giggling as he read the writing.

“What?” Jeonghan asked, all eyes on Seungkwan, who held up the paper with a mischievous smile.

“It’s our own wish to appear on PD Na’s show,” he said, earning an amused sigh and a nod from the rest of the group, while PD Na just stared at him, dumbfounded.

[They drew their own wish]

“Actually, let’s not do this,” Seungkwan said, shaking his head.

“Right. They overlap,” Hoshi agreed, chuckling.

[They decided to give up on it]

[They already got 'Youth Over Flowers']

“By the way, we picked the good ones,” Jeonghan said with a smirk, looking satisfied.

“We had five chances, but they got nothing,” Hoshi remarked.

PD Na shook his head, letting out a wry chuckle. “Anyway, I’ll need to talk to your agency about this.”

[The production crew shared the rest of the duds after the shoot]

With that, PD Na brought the segment to an end. “Good work, everyone. That was unbelievable,” he said, bowing his head slightly as the members clapped, bowing back and voicing their thanks.

The break began, with some members moving to head back to the green room, still reeling from the excitement, while others lingered on set, talking animatedly about their prizes. S.Coups gestured to Dokyeom, “Dokyeom, take a picture of ‘Youth Over Flowers.’”

Dokyeom nodded, reaching for his phone to snap a photo.

Meanwhile, Luna jumped up from her seat, a bright smile on her face, and skipped across the room toward Jeonghan. “I’m really excited for ‘Youth Over Flowers,’” she said as she slipped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Jeonghan smiled, reaching up to caress her arms gently. “How did he manage to draw it? That was amazing.”

From across the room, Woozi’s voice drifted over, “How did you draw it? That was amazing.” he asked Dokyeom, genuinely impressed.

“We had all the duds,” Hoshi joked, pointing at Vernon, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Dino, who all laughed in response.

“The chance to draw a dud is definitely higher,” Woozi agreed with a knowing nod.

[They're still impressed]

The group continued walking around, chatting and laughing as they shared stories from the segment and captured pictures to commemorate the moment.

Luna, still hugging Jeonghan from behind, walked in sync with him as they slowly made their way toward the green room.

“You did such a good job back there,” Jeonghan murmured softly, tilting his head to glance at her over his shoulder. His tone was gentle, his expression warm as he looked at her with pride.

“Thank you. I had fun,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against his back, feeling the warmth of his praise.

Jeonghan chuckled, patting her hand. “I’m glad you had fun. I did too.”

Luna smiled, her cheeks tinged with a blush.

They continued their conversation, Jeonghan’s words filled with gentle affection as he showered her with compliments. His voice was soft, almost a murmur, as he cooed over her efforts. She held onto him tightly, savoring the warmth of his praise, and they walked out of the set like that, completely absorbed in each other.

Finally, Jeonghan glanced back, his eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you won the Dyson.”

“It’s fate,” Luna murmured, resting her cheek against his shoulder with a contented sigh. “I think I surprised even myself.”

As they reached the open area outside, Mingyu stretched his arms, taking a deep breath. “The weather’s really nice,” he commented, glancing around at the bright sky. “Seungkwan, do you want to play foot volleyball?”

At that, Dokyeom broke into song again, belting out, “‘I love my team, I love my crew!’”

[That's DK again]

Nearby, Jeonghan, who had let Luna move in front of him so he could wrap his arms around her shoulders, asked, “Who’s on ‘Youth Over Flowers’?”

[Jeonghan doesn't watch TV]

“WINNER was on it before,” S.Coups answered, chuckling. “It’s a long-term project.”

“Is it really long-term?” Jeonghan asked with a grin as he looked down at Luna, pulling her a little closer.

“Yes,” S.Coups confirmed.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Luna said, her face lighting up with excitement.

Jeonghan smiled, leaning down slightly to press a quick kiss to the top of her head. “That’s great.”

“What does that mean?” Jun asked, curious.

“A long time,” Jeonghan clarified, content in his eyes as he looked around at his friends.

Jeonghan’s gaze softened as he looked at Luna, the warmth of her against his chest grounding him. “What about the South Pole? I want to visit the South Pole,” he said, his voice a little wistful.

Luna turned her head to look at him with a curious smile. “Why the South Pole and not the North Pole?” she asked, her tone light as she leaned back into him.

Jeonghan considered her question, then returned it with a teasing gleam in his eye. “Hmm, why the North Pole then?”

“Santa Claus lives at the North Pole,” Luna answered matter-of-factly, her response making him chuckle.

“Alright, alright. The North Pole it is,” he indulged her, his voice warm as he hugged her tighter, savoring the simple happiness of the moment.

The rest of the members continued to laugh and chat around the arena as they did their own thing, their easy camaraderie filling the space with energy and joy. But for Jeonghan and Luna, wrapped up in each other’s presence, it was as though they were in a world of their own.

As they stood there, Jeonghan could feel the day’s events fading into something distant, leaving only this moment— this effortless, quiet intimacy— as they walked toward the green room, hand in hand, preparing themselves for the upcoming segment.

[Please wait for 'Youth Over Flowers']

['Super' challenge is coming in Clip 3-2]

[To be continued in Clip 3-2]

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neoneun-au · 1 month ago

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SOLEIL ; K.SY

―PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader ―GENRE: smut, fluff, established relationship, pwp ―WORD COUNT: 1899 ―WARNINGS: MDNI, reader has a vagina, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, sickeningly sweet, penis humour, idk what else

―AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was rewritten from two previous fics from my old blog. they were always intended to be together so i just compiled them into one here.

Sunlight filters into your bedroom through sheer curtains, cocooning you in the amber light of mid-morning. Another Sunday spent directionless, no pressing responsibilities or demands, just existing in your space–in peace–next to your sleeping boyfriend.

You cast him a sideways glance, eyes roaming over the expanse of his bare back, exposed to the light as the blankets bunch up around his hips in a tangle of cream and tan. With a small smile you clamber over him, straddling his waist and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the space where his neck meets his back.

You pause, settling over his hips and watching the beginnings of life creep into his gentle movements before raising a hand to trace the pattern of freckles over his skin with your index finger. Soonyoung groans underneath you, stirring awake as you continue following imaginary paths over his skin–humming some idle tune or another under your breath as you go.

“What are you doing?” he mumbles into the pillow, a thick coating of sleep deepening his voice bringing a soft smile to your face.

“You have stars on your back,” you say, placing another small kiss at the nape of his neck. He shifts under you, twisting his arms back to lay them at his sides, you worry for a second that he might toss you off but he just settles back into the mattress with a sigh.

“Keep doing that, it feels nice.”

“Okay,” you smile, dragging your fingernail in soft shapes over his sun-kissed skin. “What am I drawing?”

He hums a moment, thinking, before he answers with an audible grin, “a butt.”

“It’s a heart, Soonyoung,” you admonish him, with a firm smack to his own rear end, and he lets out a small whine of displeasure.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he laughs, “a heart. It’s a heart, please don’t stop.”

“No, you ruined the moment,” you shift your weight, prepared to slide off and roll back to your side of the bed before he stops you–hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place on top of him.

“I’m sorry, really, I promise I won’t do it again,” his body trembles with the force of his restrained laughter as he tries to placate you. With a sigh you settle back down and resume tracing patterns–pressing your finger a little firmer into his skin in revenge.

“Okay, what am I writing?”

“L–” he pauses a moment in thought, you can hear the wheels in his still sleepy brain turning as he tries to work it out, “love.”

“Good, and this?” you drag your finger from one of the freckles in the middle of his back, looping letters and tracing words.

“You,” he laughs against the pillow, “I love you, too.”

“Good,” with one final kiss to the center of his spine, you roll off of him and settle onto your stomach, meeting his half-shut brown eyes with a smile. “My turn.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, smiling against you, before he climbs on your back. His weight settles onto you, pressing you deeper into the mattress and you shift slightly to ease the pressure on your lungs. He drags his hands up your back, lifting your baggy t-shirt up to your shoulders, and a wave of goosebumps cascade over you as his hands gently graze your now bare skin.

“What’s this?” he asks, anticipation brightening his voice. You try to focus on his finger–on the shape looping over your skin as he draws–and not on the familiar weight of his body as he straddles your hips.

Confusion clouds your mind for a moment before the motion clicks and you whip your head around to glare at him, “Kwon Soonyoung are you drawing a penis on my back?”

He stares down at you, hair tousled with the remains of sleep and eyes wide in awe, “wow, you’re good.”

Soonyoung traces a delicate pattern over your bare skin–his finger drawing a map of his love and affection over you as you lay together in the confines of your bedroom. The lazy yellow sun continues its ascent in the sky outside, brightening the room around you and bathing you in its warmth.

Sundays were your favourite. You had nowhere and no one to be. You were simply free to exist in your cocoon of soft blankets, trading jokes and laughter with your boyfriend as the day drags on without you paying it any heed.

Soonyoung’s lips find the base of your neck and you sigh back into him, relishing the feeling of skin on velvet skin as he presses kisses against your back–adding little landmarks to the map his fingers had been tracing. He ceases the exploration, hands leaving your back so he can wrap his arms around your waist and pulls you tighter against him. You can feel his hardness, barely restrained by the thin fabric of his shorts, rubbing against you even as he continues to plant his lips in a garden of kisses against your neck and shoulders.

You laugh, light and low, and squirm back against him, angling your hips just right to most effectively tease him. A low moan erupts from his throat and his shower of kisses halts, pauses, as he tries to gather his wits–drunk with building desire and the dissipating haze of sleep. You turn your head to look at him, the small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips immediately swallowed by his own as he captures you in a deep, lingering kiss.

“Mmm love you,” he mumbles against your lips and you laugh, wiggling against his hard-on once more and earning another guttural moan in response.

“Needy are we?”

“For you?” he mutters, his voice a whisper against the hollow of your neck as he shifts on top of you, capturing you in another insistent kiss; lips lingering as he answers his own question, “always.”

A coil of your own desire winds its way through you, settling in the pit of your stomach as he trails a line of soft, sweet kisses over your chest, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach. You nearly knee him in the face as you try to help him tug your underwear off, your own eagerness evident in the frantic flailing of your limbs, and he just laughs before settling himself between your thighs with a smile stretched over his face.

The sensation is so much all at once. His tongue plants itself against your clit, the eager rotations no less effective from their familiarity, tightening the knot of pleasure that blooms inside of you as soon as his mouth meets your heat. You tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping on tight as you squirm against him. Soonyoung laughs, a low heady chuckle against you as you let out a low moan and it rumbles through you like a train. Humming through your entire body on a wave.

You lose yourself in the feel of him as he draws rhythmic circles against your clit with his tongue. The warmth pooling in your stomach builds, rivaling the warmth of the sun beaming in through your bedroom window as he picks up pace, slicking two of his fingers with your arousal before sinking them inside of you.

Years of Sundays–years of exploring and discovering each other’s bodies–have made Soonyoung perfectly attuned to you. To every nook, to every cranny, to every moan. He knows your body almost as well as he knows his own and it doesn’t take long for you to come undone under his deft touch. He knows exactly how to angle himself, exactly what you like best, and it shows as you lose yourself in a string of incoherent moaning when he crooks his fingers inside of you. Just right.

“Soonyoung,” you breathe his name, chest heaving, and frantically grasp for him–desperate to have his lips on yours again. Desperate to feel more of him against you. He plants a firm kiss to the inside of your thighs before giving in and moving back up towards your face. His eyes are blown out with desire, and you can feel the reason why as it presses hard against your stomach. His lips are soft, sticky with the taste of you as you capture them with your own, “mmm love you,” you mutter against him, breathless.

He laughs, “needy, are we?”

You just nod helplessly, maneuvering your arms so you can slip a hand inside of his shorts and grab hold of his cock. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck, emitting a low moan of his own as you take hold of him–over-sensitive already in the wake of the attention paid to you. He ruts against you, his clothed member rubbing against your folds and making you wonder why he isn’t just inside of you already.

“Soonyoung please,” you groan, and he springs to action at the request. His lips are on yours again, needy and desperate as he shimmies his boxers off and grabs hold of his cock, dragging his head through the arousal pooling between your thighs before pushing into you. Slowly, steadily–he’s close already, you can hear it in the tone of his voice as he sighs his “I love you’s” against your neck like a prayer.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he thrusts into you–burying himself deep inside before slowly pulling back again; finding his rhythm in the haze of the morning that surrounds you like a soft blanket.

The laughter has disappeared, lost to the sounds of your combined moaning as Soonyoung thrusts his hips into you–over and over in an intoxicating rhythm. No words, no talk, just the sounds of skin on skin in the lazy morning that wraps you together in a tangle of limbs and sex.

Your breathing rises to a pitch and Soonyoung’s head falls into the crook of your neck once more as his hips falter, “I’m gonna–” he mutters the half-choked warning against your skin, pressing sloppy kisses against your shoulder in place of finishing his sentence. You tighten your legs around him, pulling him firm against you in answer–silent permission for him to lose himself inside of you.

He bucks his hips–once more, twice more–body stuttering against you as his orgasm hits in a wave and he buries himself, throbbing cock spilling his seed inside of you. His breathing hitches as he settles his weight on top of you, lips still tracing a line over your shoulders, your neck, your cheek.

“You look like a mess,” you laugh, tousling his already messy hair with your hand and he raises his head from your neck only long enough to pout at you.

“Look who's talking,” he responds, and you’re sure he’s right. You can feel the dryness of your lips as you speak–swollen from the hurricane of kisses stretched out over the morning hours.

“We should get up,” you mumble, noticing the sun has risen to a point in the sky to indicate morning is long gone. “Grab a shower.”

He shakes his head, hair tickling the skin of your neck with the motion, “just lay with me a bit.”

“Fine,” you smile, planting a soft kiss to his mussed hair. “Who needs to shower when they can just lay under their sweaty boyfriend all afternoon?”

Sundays were your favourite.

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#svthub #hoshi smut #svt smut #mdni #seventeen smut #soonyoung smut

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 months ago

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Anywhere That You Are

Hozier x fem!reader

Author's note: Inspired by that picture (as seen below), my new favorite song (That You Are) and an idea sent in via asks.

Summary: A scene of Y/n and Andrew enjoying their vacation in a secluded spot in the mountains of Italy.

Warnings: NSFW/SMUT, semi-public sex (sort of?), so much fluff.

They’d bickered for a while over where to go. She wanted somewhere quiet and secluded – because after two entire years of sharing her man with the world, Y/n wants him to herself. Andrew, on the other hand, had simply requested somewhere near water – the beach, a lake, a pool, anything he could swim in. So they met in the middle; two weeks in a rustic, little one bedroom cottage tucked away in the mountains of Italy, within walking distance of a vast, jewel toned lake. The house is perched on a jagged hill, overlooking the serene landscape, and sunsets wash the area in a gentle, golden glow. They’ve witnessed three so far, and each one has been nothing short of magnificent – though Andrew has argued that there’s at least one view that he appreciates much more.

Her, standing on the open porch, wearing nothing but his shirt as that warm light hits her face, making it seem like she’s glowing. Like something ethereal; an angel on earth sent just for him. Or even better, his own, personal heaven.

He’s thinking about that as he sits there, in one of the two wicker chairs with an acoustic guitar propped in his lap, fingers absently grazing the delicate strings. At first, he isn’t playing anything in particular. Andrew’s eyes are trained forward, taking in the view of rolling hills and aged trees while his mind strays to the thought of his love, just past the window behind him, moving around in their rental’s charmingly quaint kitchen. Humming softly as she fills the kettle, moving around fluidly as she takes it to the stove before prepping a pair of matching mugs out of the small cupboard over the wooden counter as it boils. She’ll fill up the mugs at the end of the process, and bring them out, all without spilling even a drop – because she’s more graceful that Andrew could ever dream to be.

Because if he is a perilously tall stack of china plates, just waiting for a breeze in the right – or wrong – direction to end in a clumsy disaster, then she is silk, moving freely through calm water.

As thoughts of Y/n take shape, Andrew finds himself playing the notes of a familiar tune, humming along to it as he does. A wedding present, written with a new friend for someone he loves so dearly, and so deeply, that even the most beautiful words, tied together with threads of gold, could only express a fraction of what he feels. But she’d loved it, and that was what had mattered most to him. Because if she loves it, then chances are, she knows.

She knows that if he had his way, they would be together – always. No oceans would separate them for months on end. There wouldn’t be months between kisses and neither of them would endure the heartache of seeing that other on screens without being able to touch even the barest tips of their fingers. No bed would stay half cold, and no terrible joke will be told through text. They’d go on walks every evening with fingers laced and her head leaned on his arm.

He would be anywhere – and everywhere – that she is. Because he always finds that he makes a bit more sense when Y/n is around.

So lost in the inner workings of his mind, Andrew completely misses the whistle of the kettle, the subsequent clinking of a metal spoon against the ceramic and finally, the tell-tale creak of the front door. He’s only pulled out of his thoughts when Y/n sets the pair of mugs down on the small, round table between the two chairs and comes to stand behind him. Her hands begin at his shoulders, spending a brief moment messaging them before sliding forward, fingers sprawled on his chest.

“What’s on your mind, huh?” Y/n probs, bring her lips to his cheek in a much-too-short peck.

Freeing one of his hands, Andrew places it over hers. “You,” he offers softly, shifting his head to meet her lips.

“Mm, yeah?” She smiles, “now, why would you think about me when I’m right here.”

“Because,” he tips his head so their noses are touching, “you’re my favorite thing to think about.”

Y/n giggles again, walking around until she’s in front of him. Andrew allows her relieve him of the guitar, watching as she carefully lays in in the vacant chair before climbing into his lap, her legs astride his thighs. “That’s all?” She pouts dramatically, “just think about.”

Chuckling, his hands find her hips, clothed in a gray t-shirt stolen from his suitcase – not that he’s complaining, his clothes look much better on her anyway. “Not just think,” he promises, catching her mouth.

“Yeah?” Her arms go around his neck as she melts into his chest, words escaping through their tangled lips, “what else?”

“Favorite person to kiss,” his lips travel along her jaw, and then down her neck, where he presses his nose to the warm skin near her pulse, “favorite smell,” he nips at her throat, leaving little, telling bruises, “favorite person to do this with,” and then, as of to examine his work, or just freshen the image of her in his mind, Andrew pulls away, broad grin splitting his cheeks. “Favorite person to see wearing my clothes.”

She is really just his favorite everything.

“Our clothes,” Y/n corrects pointedly.

“Oh, of course darlin’,” he plays along with a chuckle.

“I’m glad we’re here,” she says suddenly and the mood sobers a bit. A soft smile still plays at her lips, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes that are indicative of those private moments where one of them says something that is only meant for the other. A surge of emotion pools in her chest, and there’s a lump in her throat. It doesn’t matter how long they’ve been together – five minutes or ten years – it isn’t the distance that makes her heart grow fonder, its the moments spent in their own little bubble. When he’s close enough for her to throw her arms around his neck or lay her head in his lap. When the sound of his voice isn’t skewed by the speaker of her phone.

When she can open a door and find him on the other side of it.

Those are the moments that make her heart swell so much that Y/n thinks it may burst out of her chest. They are the ones that remind Y/n of how much she loves him, only because he’s him. There isn’t another person in the world that could rouse such an intense feeling within her, or even a fraction of the certainty she feels it with.

Lifting his hand to the side of her face, Andrew mirrors her expression. “So am I,” he returns with the same ease, “you have no idea how much I’ve missed it just being the two of us.”

Y/n huffs a chuckle and leans in conspiringly, her forehead pressed to his while his thumb caresses the apple of her cheek, “I’m willing to bet I do.”

Still cupping her cheek, Andrew tilts his head and closes his mouth in over hers again. His other hand, the one on her hip, searches blindly for the hem of the t-shirt. “We’re outside,” Y/n’s mumbled admonishment melts against his lips when he flattens his palm on her upper thigh, gradually inching it upwards.

“Just us up here,” Andrew returns, then adds, “do you wanna go inside?”

Clumsily, she undoes the plastic buttons at the top of his shirt, “not really,” Y/n’s hands slip into the top of his flannel shirt, fingers dancing along his skin, leaving sparks in their wake. “God, I love this shirt on you.”

“I’d like this off you,” he starts lifting the oversized t-shirt over her head, not caring where it falls when he tosses it off to the side. She isn’t wearing much under it, just her underwear, and Andrew’s eyes fall to her unrestrained breasts after discarding the t-shirt. His gaze is steady as he trails the tips of his fingers up her spine, and its more his feather-light touch than the temperate evening air that causes the dusting of goosebumps along her exposed skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps, and Y/n feels her cheeks warm under his stare; a heady combination of tenderness and longing darkening his eyes.

There’s something about the way Andrew looks at her – and just looks – that never fails to rouse a sensation in the pit of her stomach. A warmth that she’s never really associated with sex; its more like the warmth of a hearth, reaching upwards. Embers spreading to the most hidden parts of her body. It's gentle, and comforting. It's not the rush of being desired, but the peace that comes with being wanted.

Its not fast and explosive. It doesn’t fizzle out when they’re spent.

It stands up against time, steadfast and true.

Andrew looks at her, and Y/n doesn't feel as if he's forgotten that there are other women in the world. Instead, she knows that of all of them, he will only ever choose her – want her.

“I love the way you look at me,” she whispers, still loosely clutching his shoulders as she leans forward.

Andrew’s grin broadens and he flattens his hand on the center of her back, “well, I love looking at you,” he returns in the same, hushed tone. A sound between a delighted chuckle and a hum of contentment falls onto his lips from hers. He tastes of the beer he’d taken out with him earlier, and something subtly sweet that makes her toes curl.

In a sequence of clumsy, fumbled movements, Y/n lifts herself off Andrew’s lap for long enough for him to tug her underwear down, and get it of one leg before they hastily undo the button and zipper of his jeans so they can shove them down to the middle of his thighs. A fit of laughter erupts from her throat, at some point during the jumbled mess of movements, and as she throws her head back, he laughs too, rendering their attempts efforts even more maladroit

It probably doesn't look like they’re in a movie, or even particularly sensual. But its the one of the things he misses the most when they’re apart. Not the act itself but the being with her like that; when they’re so caught up in how it feels that nothing else matters. Bodies in awkward positions or a stray comment that has nothing to do with anything at all, none of it matters because he's with the one person that it all makes sense with.

When Y/n sinks down onto him, her lewd moan is cast into the crook of his neck, and Andrew lolls his head to the side, pressing his cheek to her hair, the fruity fragrance of her shampoo flooding his senses. “God,” he rasps, reveling in the way she feels wrapped so tightly around him.

“Just like that,” he encourages, gentle grip on her hips guiding Y/n into steady pace. Rocking her hips against his in pronounced, languid motions, her back arches slightly, creating in a balletic curve. She looks much like art, Andrew thinks.

Just like that, so simple and unhampered. With a couple stray strands falling over her face and her head thrown back. Practically melting in his hands. Through his hazy, lust-blurred vision, he sees the most beautiful person he’s ever known transform into something that can only be other-worldly. Every bit of her has been carved by the gods with the purpose of being the truest personification of beauty.

What must he have done in some other life to be afforded the privilege of her company?

It's really the tangible that’s keeping him grounded; reminding him that he’s real enough to share that moment with her. The warmth of her silken skin under his rough fingers, the clench of her core around him, the tips of her fingers sunken into his shoulders.

The pressure of Y/n’s forehead against his, the heat of her breath when she ellicts his name in a husky moan. “God, Andrew,” there’s a waning smile tugging at her lips as she quickens ever so slightly. His hips buck to meet hers, and every time they connect in a heady, jerked movement, her breath hitches audibly.

God, he loves that sound. That little, whined, “uh.”

Y/n’s fingers curl into his shoulders as her thighs start burning, a direct result of Andrew’s light wash jeans rhythmically rubbing against her skin. That fiery friction coupled with the usual tingle that accompanies being stretched around him is enough to run her breaths shallow and ragged. There’s a light sheen gathered on his forehead when she presses hers to it, and from that angle, Y/n swears she can feel him in her stomach.

Vaguely, she registers when Andrew moves one hand from her waist, bringing his thumb to her sensitive bundle of nerves, while he lowers his head to press his mouth to the swell of her breath. Curling her toes at the new sensations, one of Y/n’s hands slide out from under his shirt and reaches for the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, disturbing his haphazard bun. Andrew's tongue flicking at the top of her breast, incits the most thrilling sensation in the pit of her stomach, and the way he's working her nub is dizzying; the combination quickly guiding Y/n to the cusp of release.

“I need to feel you,” Andrew grits, edges of his teeth dragging along the ample flesh. “Let me feel you,” he pleads urgently, the upward motions of his pelvis growing erratic as he tries to prompt Y/n to quicken her pace. “Come’on sweetheart,” he encourages, tone low and dry.

"Andy….Andy….” Y/n yelps, crescent-shaped nails grazing his scalp as her legs start stiffening.

“That’s it, darling” he entices, thumb working on her numb more vigorously now. Andrew needs to feel her squeeze him; like she’s putting every stray part back into its place. He’s aching for the kind of release that only Y/n can bring, the kind that empties his mind completely and leaves him seeing stars for the next few minutes.

Twin kaleidoscopes are painted onto her shut lids as it happens, and Y/n can’t help but blurt out a string of cried praises muddled in with the obscene repetition of his name. A sinful prayer shared between lovers. Her legs, no longer able to support her own weight, become jello and Y/n struggles to keep moving through the cloud of her release.

“Fuck,” Andrew heaves, lifting his head as Y/n quakes around him. His breathing is heavy as he follows along, mind now far too tattered to properly enjoy the way she looks when she’s completely in ruins. So instead, Andrew hastily pulls his hand from her center and cradles the back of Y/n’s head, pulling her towards him so he can crush his lips to hers, the fervor of their kiss matching the thick warmth swirling around them.

That gorgeous scenery that they’ve been enjoying over the past few days – trees that soar towards the dimming sky, the bellies of green hills and the occasional burst of colour owed to wildflowers, all dusted by that golden evening hue – blurs around them, completely forgotten.

Even as they come down from the very top of it, Andrew’s breathing remains heavy, and he can feel Y/n’s heart pounding against her ribs.

“Jesus,” Y/n suspires when they break, shoulders slumping. Andrew chuckles briefly at her exclamation before sagging against the back of the chair, throwing his head back so he can stare up – but not really – at the ceiling. Looking down at herself, Y/n can’t help but feel the heat return to her cheeks upon noticing that she’s completely unclad. He’s seen her like that maybe a hundred times by now, if not more, but there’s always the tiniest bit of self-consciousness that sneaks up on her when he’s completely dressed and she’s….well, not

Abashed, Y/n throws herself against his chest and buries her face in the side of his neck. Andrew can feel her smile on his skin, and the way her fame shakes slightly with bashful giggles. “What?” He smiles, one hand settled on the small of her back while the other reaches for the side of her face, urging Y/n to look at him.

“You're still wearing all your clothes,” she giggles, tugging her lower lip between her teeth as she meets his gaze.

Briefly, Andrew glances down at himself; the first four buttons of his shirt are open, and his pants have made it to the middle of his thighs, but otherwise he’s still entirely clothed. “Shit, yeah,” he laughs softly. “Tell you what,” he meets her lips in a punctuating kiss, “gimme ten minutes, and then we’ll fix that.”

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier x y/n #hozier x you #the hoziest #hozier fanfic #anywhere that you are

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surielstea · 2 months ago

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Life Debts

Eris Week day 3: Healing

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eris comes to Reader for a sleeping tonic, but she has run out, so they find other ways to find enough exhaustion for sleep.

A. Note: this wasn’t originally going to be smut but I love to spoil you guys soo 🎀🎀

4k words.

My heart pounded against my ribs at the sound of warriors preparing for battle. Mentally, I wasn't ready to watch all the soldiers lose their life, I didn't think I'd ever be, the male whom I could not save, no matter how much I tried.

I was in the midst of creating a basic salve used for deeper gashes that didn't require stitches, the ointment taking effect long enough to fight off any infection as well as numb the pain.

I was grinding different plants with magical properties into the mortar when a familiar red-headed general came into my tent, clutching his side.

I give the lordling a very disappointed look. "Don't start," He warned, holding up his other hand before I could begin complaining.

"Those stitches took me forever and you've already broken them? It hasn’t even been a full day.” I begin to complain anyway.

He walked with such a casual grace, even with a splitting wound in his side, he did not falter. He sat on my workbench silently. I sighed. "What happened?"

"Training with the others, we leave at dawn and some of my soldiers are paranoid. I was only trying to help them take the edge off." He argued and I shook my head, gathering my medical bag and plopping it down onto the desk beside him.

"You're too careless." I reprimand, beginning to unbutton his simple tunic that would usually have armor over it, slowly revealing more and more of his chest.

I steel my features. I've been cutting clothes off wounded soldiers my whole life, it was nothing to marvel at— but the blush on my cheeks said otherwise.

"Careless? Or did I just want an excuse to come and see my favorite healer in all the lands?" He suggests and I flick my eyes up at him, sending him a glare.

"You don't need an excuse to see me," I mumble softly, finishing with his tunic and pulling it off his arms. He was fully capable of doing it himself, and I probably should've let him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the feel of his warm skin brushing my fingertips.

"No, but I did need an excuse for you to take my clothes off," He says in a snarky tone and I swallow thickly, rummaging through the medical pack for something to clean his wound with.

I hated him. Not because he was cruel to me, or because of who his father is, but because he made me feel so helpless. I've been patching men up with worse wounds than this for centuries, and yet he had me fumbling with a pack of gauze nervously like some novice.

Anxiety was a healer's worst fear because a single slip up or jerk of hand could cost a man his life. And yet he made me so damned tense every time he was too close.

I somehow managed to conjure a clean cloth covered in antiseptic that I could clean his deep wound with.

He'd be fine, but it'd be uncomfortable for a while. He hisses as the cloth comes to his wound and eases to the side.

I ignore him as I pull the cloth away and grab the sterilized needle and silk thread. My hand is perfectly steady as I begin restitching the wound. "Stop squirming," I grumble.

"Are you trying to make it hurt?" He gritted through clenched teeth.

"You're the one who went and opened your wound after I so graciously healed you." I snarl.

"Well it wasn't as if I asked to—" He was cut off by a particularly deep prick. "Gods, do you hate me?" He seethed and I smiled slightly. Good, it was easier if he hated me. "I do," I hum softly, almost weakly, tuning out all his hisses and groans as I focus on his torso, the suture coming together and helping meld his flesh back together.

I owed my life to Eris, he had saved me from his father's tents and the men he kept around. I had just healed one of the High Lord's commanders when he tried to repay me with what he thought I wanted, typical male pride leading him to believe that doing my job and caring for his wounds was coming onto him. Eris had stopped it and took me to where his battalion stayed, they were a lot kinder, for war mongrels that is. I hadn't expected it meant that I was now his personal healer, but here we were.

"I don't understand you," He mumbled out of the blue and I crease my brows, but don't look away from what I was doing. "You say you hate me, and yet you heal me with delicate hands." He mumbles, perplexed at my opposing sides.

I couldn't offer an explanation, because I too was often confused by my actions. I tried to say it was because I owed him but, I don't, not anymore at least. Then I tried to argue that it was immoral to let a man bleed, but even that didn't feel right. There was a foreign feeling in the pit of my stomach that only ever appeared when he was around, it was something like longing or reverence but it felt deeper than that, it felt like a connection, and seeing him hurt sent my blood boiling that my body willed no other choice but to heal him.

I shrug. "It's my job," I settle on saying. "You pay me, so I have to help you. But no one likes their boss," I say with a huff, not fully believing my own words as I tie off the silk thread and finish with his wound.

"No, no because you're worried about me." He shakes his head and I risk a glance at his amber eyes. "Of course, I'm worried about you," I swallow thickly, unwrapping a pad of gauze and wrapping it around his torso as an extra layer of protection, just in case.

"And if you die at dawn, if I find you on that battlefield I'll revive you," I finish tying off the gauze and look at him with a stubborn expression. "I'll find a way to bring you back, just so I can kill you myself. Understand?" I raise a brow at him and he smirks, standing from the workbench— which makes me crane my neck back.

"How romantic of you," His sultry smile doesn't ease as he tugs his shirt back on. "Perhaps I will die just so I can see the lengths you'll go to bring me back," He purrs and I frown at even taunting me about it, the idea made me so ill that I thought I might hurl.

I grip his shirt in my fist, silently begging. "Don't," I whisper. "Please, don't die." My voice nearly quivers but I will it to remain steady.

He gives me a sloppy smirk and he swoops down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek and before I can even get the chance to process it he's pulling away.

"Have a little faith in your general, would you?" He arched a brow and the confidence in his voice makes me think he genuinely split his stitches on purpose, just so he could tell me not to worry.

"I'm sure I'll see you in here later," He says and I swallow thickly. I didn't want to, I never wanted him in these healing tents again because he was hurt. I wanted him to be rid of me and alive, rather than in pain and with me.

"Be safe." That is all I can reply with before he pulls back the flap of my tent and exits the space that now feels all too small without him in it.

The knock on my door makes me startle up from bed. I hadn't been sleeping anyway, the aftereffects of war had taken their toll on my mind, if I fell asleep I'd be reliving the bloodshed, seeing the faces of the men who I couldn't save, hearing the screams and pleads for mercy below the battle cries.

I swallowed down my nausea and slipped out of bed, padding on the cold marble towards the door. I swing it open, revealing a familiar redhead, shirtless.

"Don't tell me you split your stitches again?" I groan, looking at his abdomen where his wound was, bandages still intact and recently changed. I smile softly, at least he was taking care of it. My eyes flick back up to his.

"No, no I can't sleep," He muttered. "Do you have a tonic or something?" He scratched the side of his neck and I shifted on my feet, looking back to my room where all of my vials of sleeping tonic were emptied and discarded along my bedside table.

"I'm out, but I can make some real quick," I say, I was planning on doing it in the morning but he seemed that he might collapse without another night's rest. "Come in," I pull the door open wider.

He steps into my small suite, closing the door behind him.

I tiredly stumbled over to the window sill where plants and roots were lined in jars. "You can't sleep either?" The Lord asks, looking around my rooms curiously as if he's never stepped foot in the healers' quarters before.

"There's no point," I say while collecting the herbs and oils needed to make the tonic before dumping them all down onto my work table haphazardly. "It just results in night terrors," I confess, too tired to put a wall up.

His eyes flick back to me, and I can feel them raking up my figure. I hadn't realized I was in a short nightgown until I felt his gaze on my bare legs and arms, the fabric hanging high at my thighs. I ignore the feeling slinking up my spine and begin crushing dried leaves under my palm, then grinding them in a mortar.

He stalked closer, standing behind me now and peering over my shoulder. I could feel the heat rolling off of his shirtless body, but he didn't make contact.

"Have you tried any other methods, of trying to sleep?" He asks, his voice low with exhaustion. I dare a glance back at him, and immediately regret it. His amber eyes seemed to look right through me, to my soul.

I was suddenly very aware of the fact that we were alone in my chambers, both of us wearing far too little, and standing far too close. "Like what?"

His low laugh caught me by surprise, a deep and velvety sound that filled the room and lingered for a moment longer than it should have. He moved forward, leaning his hands against the work table and trapping me between his arms. He towered over me, so much so that I was forced to crane my neck up to keep his gaze. His scent filled me to my very core, cinnamon and clove and crackling campfires. "Well, a lonely bed certainly isn't helpful when trying to get some rest," He suggests and I avert my gaze and turn back around.

His breath was against my neck as I continued to work, quicker than before, my movements almost panicked.

He seemed to notice the shift in pace or perhaps scented my mix of arousal and tenseness. "Are you nervous, Fawn?" He asked and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "I'm just— just tired," I shake my head, attempting to convince myself more than him. It wasn't a lie, but it surely wasn't the reason my hands shook.

His deep chuckle rang again and suddenly the room was freezing and he was the only warmth, my fingers ached to reach back and touch him. He leans closer, his bare chest pressing against my shoulder blades. I knew he heard my breath subtly increasing, my pulse pounding. "Is that why your heart is beating so fast?" He purred, the sound just beside my ear.

I didn't reply, focused on bottling the thick liquid in the small vial.

Before he can move any closer I whirl around to face him, plugging the vial with a cork and shoving it into his chest. "Finished." I smile gently.

His eyes don't leave mine as he takes the small bottle from me, his hand brushing mine. "Thank you," He said softly.

"You're welcome." I nodded, but didn't move, not that I could get far, I was still caged by his proximity.

Eris knew deep down he should pull away, and give you space during these trying times, but he's never been good at doing the right things, so instead he advanced and his hands moved to my hips.

"If this tonic doesn't work, there's surely another way we could find sleep, yes?" He arches a brow and I shift under his stare, the warmth of his fingertips seemingly burning through the silk of my nightgown.

"Surely," I whisper softly, looking up at him with only one intention being expressed in my eyes.

His eyes darkened at my reply, and one of his hands lowered, past my hip down to my thigh, to the hem of my nightgown. "And would you, my healer, be open to that second option?" He tilts his head, cocking it in a way that was more animal than man.

"In the name of science, or for our own selfish purposes?" I ask, attempting to ignore the way he was toying with the hem of my flimsy nightgown, and the heady scent of my need for him spreading throughout the room.

He smirked and leaned closer, breath mingling as his lips ghosted over your jaw as he said, "Can't it be both?" Into the shell of my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the intense need that rocked through me. His hand on my waist moved, to my jaw, my chin in his hand as he angled his head up towards me.

"Or would you prefer only for our selfish, pleasurable reasons?" He suggests and my stomach knots. I willed myself to push him away, to tell him that he was a lord and I was little more than a servant. But I couldn't. He smiled at my lack of reply. "Go on Fawn, tell me," He prompts with a foxlike smirk that sent my insides fluttering with butterflies. "What do you want?"

He waited for my words to come, it'd be so easy to pin me to this work table and begin worshipping me, but he reeled in his most animalistic instincts and waited patiently for me to form my thoughts into words.

"You," I finally manage to get out. "I want you to touch me," I say, shame tinting my cheeks pink.

He smirks. "Where do you want me to touch you?" He tilts his head mockingly and my stomach coils. "Here?" He asks, his hand dipping beneath my slip and gripping my thigh. "Or," His thumb inches closer to my core. "Here?" He suggests, brushing over the seam of my panties.

"There," I plead, a gasp shuddering through me. His smile grows into something feral as he feels the way I was pressing my thighs together, wanting so desperately to have his touch.

"Yeah?" He purrs, adjusting so that his two longest fingers pressed into my clothed folds, just enough pressure to tease. It was an effort not to grind down onto the touch.

"You've ruined these panties, my girl, and I've barely touched you," He whispers, his lips ghosting mine. I let out a soft sigh when he rubs my covered pussy. I ached to get the barrier of my soaked underwear off, but he was enjoying this, seeing me restrain from writhing down on his hand.

"Please," I whimper softly. "Please, take them off," I say with a raw tenderness in my voice that sent the male into a spiral of lust and desire.

"You're sure? Once we start I doubt I'll be able to stop," He warns and my nerves set alight at that.

"I'm sure," I nod hurriedly.

The confirmation was all he needed to hear before his lips attached to mine, prying my mouth open and pushing his tongue in to taste me thoroughly. The hand that had been on my chin moved to the back of my head, pulling me in deeper as he claimed my mouth.

It was marvelous, all the tension that had been between us these past few weeks was breaking, finally snapping in two the moment his lips met mine.

I shivered as he pulled at my panties, the resounding rip of fabric echoing throughout the room as the cloth fell from my hips. He drank in every soft sound I made, devouring it and swallowing the noise down greedily.

"My girl," he whispers into my mouth and I let out a sultry moan as his fingers finally delved between my dripping folds.

"Eris," I sighed as his thumb pressed onto my clit. My hands came to his shoulders, digging my nails into the bare skin as he pushed my nightgown up my thighs, bunching it at my hips.

His middle finger traced lazy circles around my neglected entrance and I shivered. "No, no Eris," I panted out and his hand immediately retracted. I grabbed his wrist, not letting him get far.

"What's wrong?" He asks with furrowed brows and I shake my head.

"I want your cock," I beg softly and I swore for a moment his eyes went golden. "I don't want to wait, I need you inside of me," I say, my pleas falling from my lips shamelessly.

"Turn around then," He ordered and my heart rate fluttered.

I do as he says, hinging myself over the work table as he thrashes off his pants and everything else beneath them until we are both bare and needy for each other. He pushed up my dress higher, exposing my backside and I swore a growl rumbled from him.

He gripped my hips tightly, and when his hardened length pressed into my folds I let out a quivering moan, my slick dripping onto him as a natural lubricant. I roll my hips down onto his pulsing cock, my hips digging into the edge of the desk.

"Gods you're dripping," He said, his voice half a groan. "All for me," He smiles and I nod hastily, clenching around nothing as I impatiently wait for his penetration.

After a few more drags of his cock he aligns with my aching core, and without another word, slowly pushes into me.

I mewl loudly as the thick head of his cock stretches me wide, the rest of him filling me to the brim.

"You're so, damned tight," He grunted out as I took every inch of him into me with greedy pleasure. My back bows as he finally sheathed fully inside of me, his hips digging into the plushness of my ass.

"You— you can move," I nod after a moment of adjusting, struggling to form the words due to how he was forming my walls around him, molding me to fit him.

"Tap the desk twice if it's too much, yeah?" He says and I nod in understanding.

He then begins to slowly pull out, then thrust back in, stuffing himself back inside of me.

A soft moan escapes me with every roll of his hips, his speed steadily increasing. He grew faster and faster, rougher until the table was creaking breath the weight and my thighs were pressing into the sharp edges of it. But I barely felt the pain, too caught up in the pleasure of his thick cock buried inside of me.

He finally set on a brutal pace, his length dragging through my walls and toying with that sensitive spot that left me a drooling, whining mess. My body bounced against the cold table painfully, but it was all pleasure when it came to him. "Eris," I gasped and he threw his head back, his fingers digging into the skin of my waist, so possessive I wouldn't be surprised if I found marks come the morning.

"Fuck, say my name again Fawn," He groans and I do, with every thrust, it was his name coming from my lips. "Louder, I want this whole castle knowing who's making you feel this good," He drawls.

I screamed his name, my feet slowly lifting me from the ground as he lost control and began to push me up the table with his thrusts. My toes barely brushed the floor when he pressed my hips down onto the desk, preventing me from writhing any further.

I arched my back and he leaned over me, his sweat-slicked chest pressing to my shoulders. The new angle made him press into a spot deep inside of me that made my vision blur. I clamped down onto his pulsing length and he smiled against my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse point. "That's it, squeeze my cock just like that," He instructs and I shakily gasp as I keep a leash on my building release.

"I'm close," I warn and he nips at my skin with his sharp canines, not enough to draw blood but enough to inflict pain.

"I know baby, me too," He confesses softly, fucking me wildly with reckless abandon.

"Come inside," I pleaded and his control snapped.

"You sure?" His voice bordered on a growl.

"It's okay 'm on a contraceptive," I murmur. "Just, fill me Eris." I plead and any sliver of restraint he had left disappeared at those final three words.

"Come for me, come on my cock baby," He grunts out through a clenched jaw, and as if by his command, my release crashed through me. My vision hazed as I reached my peak, my very bones singing with the feeling of ecstasy.

His climax quickly followed mine due to the way I convulsed and twitched around him. His cock pulsed violently as his warm come unloads into my womb, still thrusting and pushing it deeper into me, seeping into every crevice ensuring every last drop was nestled inside me.

Eris buried his face into the crook of my neck, his breathing hitching as my quiet moans filled the room. I slowly came down from my high and relaxed onto the work table, my fingers shaky as I planted them down onto the wood. He pressed a soft kiss to the bite mark he had most likely left, the gentle touch rivaling his earlier roughness.

"You did so well," He praised, kissing up to my jaw. My heart swelled at the intimate movement, the kissing somehow seeming more damning than what took place only moments ago.

Ever so slowly he pulls out from my overstimulated entrance. I press my thighs together at the absence of him and he guides me away from the desk, into his arms as he swoops me up bridal style. My eyes droop with exhaustion as I burrow into his warm chest.

"No sleeping yet, I'm going to get you cleaned up first," He ordered and I let out a low whine in protest and he chuckled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then one to the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. Weakly I kissed back, my hand coming up to kiss cheek. He bit my lower lip and I smiled at the sensation.

He pulled back and I looked up at him adoringly. "You keep staring at me like that and we're definitely not sleeping tonight," He said and I smirked but averted my gaze and leaned onto his shoulder, allowing him to carry me into my bathing chambers where he drew me a hot bath and cleaned me up.

We both slept in each other's arms last night, a deep slumber encasing us, and for the first time in weeks, I didn't have any nightmares, not when Eris's arms kept me warm throughout the night, reminding me I was safe now.

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