#bestfriend seungkwan au

[diamonddaze01]

oh, baby!

pairing: husband!seungcheol x fem!reader, bestfriend!jeonghan x fem!reader wc: 5.4k genre: fluff, crack | au: non-idol!au | rating: pg warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol consumption a/n: based on an ask by an anon! i love writing miscommunication LMAO. i'm not the best with stuff regarding pregnancy though, so if this reads bad...im sorry // big thanks to @tusswrites for beta-ing and giving me ideas for the scenes! and thank yoj to @wongyuseokie for the lovely banner!

summary: in which jeonghan knows he's the bestest of friends, so why can't you tell him your secret? read as: jeonghan knows you're pregnant. you have to be, right?

Jeonghan prides himself on being a really good friend. The best, even, if you asked him. He’s the kind of friend who remembers everyone’s favorite coffee order, who diffuses arguments with that easy smile (just ask Seungkwan and Seokmin about the infamous Jeju incident), and who somehow manages to be exactly where you need him, exactly when you need him.

He’s the one who introduced you to Seungcheol, and later, he turned down Seungcheol’s offer of being best man just so he could stand by your side during the wedding. He held back tears as he watched his two best friends exchange vows, hands trembling with how much he cared for both of you. Jeonghan even caught the bouquet afterward— everyone relentlessly teases him about it—and he keeps some of the petals in his wallet, pressed flat like they’re part of his heart.

So, yeah. Jeonghan considers himself the ultimate best friend—which is why he’s feeling a little miffed that you didn’t tell him. You’re pregnant, and he had to overhear it like some nosy bystander. Granted, it’s not like you’re obligated to share every detail right away, but he can’t help the small sting of hurt, the sense that he’s been left out of something monumental. And if there’s one thing Jeonghan’s always wanted, it’s to be the cool uncle— the one your kid would adore, the one they could go to for all kinds of secrets and stories.

Jeonghan knows he shouldn’t have eavesdropped (he knows, truly), but he couldn’t resist when he saw the two of you murmuring in a corner outside the bar, expressions far too serious for a simple night out. He presses himself against the door of his car, praying he’s hidden in the shadow, and watches as you drop your head against Seungcheol’s shoulder, your hand gripping his tightly.

“It’s okay, baby,” Seungcheol’s voice is soft, his hand gently circling your back. The quiet reassurance sounds so intimate, so tender, it tugs at something in Jeonghan’s chest.

“What are we gonna do?” you whisper, your words muffled as you press your nose into Seungcheol’s neck.

Jeonghan holds his breath as he watches Seungcheol pull back, his hands moving to your hips, fingers splayed protectively. His thumbs start tracing soothing circles at the bottom of your stomach, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity Jeonghan has rarely seen. “We’ll do whatever you want, my love,” Seungcheol says, voice steady. “It’s your choice.”

And that’s when it hits Jeonghan, right there in the cold. His heart skips a beat. Pregnant. You’re pregnant.

A thrill courses through him, excitement mingling with nerves. You’re going to be parents—something he’d always imagined would happen one day, but he never expected it to feel this real, this soon. He’s already picturing himself as the “cool uncle,” the one your kid would adore, the one they could go to for all kinds of secrets and stories.

But why hadn’t you told him? The sting of hurt starts to creep in, subtle yet unshakable. He’s your best friend—shouldn’t he have been one of the first to know? He sighs, leaning back against the car, the chilly metal pressing into his back, anchoring him. Maybe it’s early; maybe you’re waiting to process this as a couple. The thought soothes him slightly. And while he’d love nothing more than to rush over and demand answers, he knows he’ll have to wait until you’re ready.

His phone buzzes, startling him. Joshua.

joshuji: u coming in or what

joshuji: we want alc hurry UP

Jeonghan glances up, heart still racing, as he spots you and Seungcheol walking toward the bar’s entrance. He straightens his jacket, quickly pasting on his most nonchalant smile. Nothing happened, he tells himself. Just a regular night out.

Inside, the bar is alive with the hum of laughter and music, dim lights casting warm shadows across the wooden tables. Usually, Jeonghan would soak in the energy, but tonight he’s got a mission. He spots Joshua waving him over to the booth, where you, Seungcheol, and the rest of the group are already seated, laughter spilling out as Seungkwan finishes a story. Jeonghan can see the happiness on your face, the ease in the way you lean against Seungcheol—and it grounds him, if only a little.

Sliding into the booth, Jeonghan flashes a quick grin. “Alright, what did I miss?”

“Just in time!” you say brightly, reaching for the menu with a casualness that Jeonghan can’t help but find a little too… normal. “We haven’t ordered yet, but I’m thinking something fruity. Maybe a cocktail?”

His heart skips a beat. Cocktail? Oh, absolutely not. The protective instinct kicks in faster than his thoughts.

“Actually…” He reaches across the table, plucking the menu from your hands before he can even think twice. “Maybe tonight’s not a cocktail night for you?”

You blink, confused. “Huh? Since when are you my personal bartender?”

His laugh is quick, covering his nervousness. “Oh, I just… well, you’ve been looking kind of tired lately. Right, Seungcheol?” He tosses a hopeful glance in Seungcheol’s direction.

Seungcheol, clearly not expecting the cue, fumbles slightly before nodding. “Uh, yeah, babe, now that he mentions it… maybe.”

Your gaze sharpens, suspicion creeping in as you study Jeonghan’s face. “Tired? I’m not tired. I’m fine!”

Jeonghan quickly backpedals, his mind racing. “Of course you are! It’s just, well, you know, the cocktails here are pretty strong. Maybe a soda or a nice glass of water, just to keep things… chill?”

Joshua’s eyebrow arches in amusement. “Since when do you care about people drinking, Jeonghan?”

“Just looking out for my friends!” Jeonghan insists, pulling you close and throwing his arm around your shoulders in a playful half-hug. “Only the best for you, buddy! Besides, wouldn’t want you, uh… getting woozy on us.”

You narrow your eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. “I think I can handle one cocktail, Jeonghan.”

He glances around, desperate. “Right, right, but you know, Seungkwan was just saying how amazing the mocktails are here. No… risks. All the flavor. Right, Seungkwan?”

Seungkwan’s mouth opens, clearly taken by surprise, but he gives a quick nod. “Yeah! Mocktails. They’re, uh… very safe. Delicious, too.”

You fold your arms, your amusement turning into a mix of suspicion and annoyance. “What’s going on with you tonight, Jeonghan?”

Jeonghan stammers, adjusting his posture but keeping his smile intact, though his face flushes under the dim lights. “Nothing! Just… just looking out for you. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Your expression softens, the suspicion melting into exasperated affection. With a sigh, you shrug. “Fine. I’ll try the mocktail, I guess.”

Relief washes over him, his shoulders relaxing as he shoots a quick grin at Seungcheol, who shakes his head, clearly amused but in on the act. For the rest of the evening, Jeonghan doesn’t let his guard down for a second. Every time the waiter brings over a drink, he discreetly “taste-tests” yours with an exaggerated nod before passing it along.

“Just making sure it’s up to your high standards,” he says with a smirk each time you raise an eyebrow at him.

You laugh, shaking your head, your hand instinctively slipping into Seungcheol’s under the table, your thumb stroking his knuckles.  “You’re acting so weird tonight, Jeonghan.”

If only you knew.

Jeonghan wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. He swears. He’s just standing by the kitchen counter, the crinkling bag of chips in his hand an innocent alibi, while scanning the room for something—or someone—interesting. The dinner is in full swing, music humming softly in the background, conversations buzzing like white noise, and he’s basking in the satisfying quiet of being a wallflower in a room full of social butterflies.

He pops another chip into his mouth, savoring the salty crunch, when Mingyu’s voice cuts through the atmosphere like a spotlight snapping on.

“Seungcheol, man, we’re so proud of you!” Mingyu says, loud enough to turn heads.

Jeonghan tilts his own head slightly, his chip midair. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah, seriously,” Seungkwan pipes up, clapping Seungcheol on the back hard enough to make him stumble. “It’s about time!”

Jeonghan’s hand hovers, chip forgotten as he shifts his attention. A small crowd is forming around Seungcheol now, congratulatory pats and cheers echoing through the room. Seungcheol, as always, wears the kind of bashful grin that makes it clear he’s soaking in the attention, even if he pretends he doesn’t like it.

“It really did take years,” Seungcheol admits, rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always does when he’s being humble.

And there you are, standing right beside him, smiling so warmly that Jeonghan swears the room tilts a little. “But he didn’t give up. I’ve seen him work so hard, day and night,” you say, the pride in your voice impossible to miss.

Jeonghan’s brow furrows as he slowly lowers the chip to the bag. Pride. Hard work. Years. What’s this about?

The murmurs of approval spread through the group like wildfire. Jeonghan catches Mingyu and Seungkwan clinking their beers in silent celebration.

“It’s not easy breaking into this industry,” Mingyu says sagely, though Jeonghan knows for a fact the most Mingyu’s ever ‘broken into’ is a tub of ice cream after a long day.

Jeonghan frowns. Industry? His mind races as he flicks his gaze between you and Seungcheol. What industry?

“Man,” Seungcheol begins, shaking his head with a small, nostalgic laugh, “those years in the bedroom and basements—”

Jeonghan chokes on his chip.

Heads whip around to look at him. He coughs, hand over his mouth, scrambling to recover.

“Bedroom?” Jeonghan croaks, louder than he intended.

A few people snicker, but Seungcheol looks more confused than anything, one brow arching as he crosses his arms. “Uh… yeah?”

Jeonghan blinks rapidly, his mind running laps. Years in the bedroom? With you? And basements? What does that even mean?

“That’s where I started making music,” Seungcheol continues, his voice steady but tinged with the slightest bit of defensiveness.

“Oh,” Jeonghan mutters, the word barely audible over the thudding of his pulse. “Music.” He forces his face to remain neutral, though his brain is screaming. He takes another chip, if only to have something to do with his hands.

Seungcheol doesn’t stop, his voice gaining momentum like a runaway train. “It was rough, honestly. I spent hours in there, pouring everything into it, over and over again—”

Jeonghan’s hand freezes in the bag, his eyes going wide as unbidden images flicker through his mind. Images that have nothing to do with music. He fights the urge to slap himself.

“And you supported me through all of it,” Seungcheol says, his voice softening as he turns to you. His eyes practically glow with sincerity.

You smile at him, your expression so warm, so open, that Jeonghan feels a twinge of secondhand emotion. There’s something private in the way you look at Seungcheol, something that feels too big for a moment like this.

And yet, Jeonghan can’t help but tighten his grip on the chip bag.

Mingyu breaks the moment with a hearty clap on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “It’s inspiring, really. You just kept going, even when it got hard.”

Jeonghan’s chip crumbles in his hand. Did no one else hear that?

“Well,” you say with a laugh that’s just shy of teasing, “he never does things halfway. When he’s passionate, he’s all in.”

Jeonghan presses his lips together tightly, his shoulders shaking as he stifles a laugh. He risks a glance around the room, but no one else seems fazed.

Seungcheol chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck again. “What can I say? It’s worth it when it’s something you love.”

Jeonghan is two seconds away from either bursting into laughter or leaving this dinner altogether. He doesn’t know which option will save his sanity faster.

“Man,” Seungkwan says, grinning broadly, “and now you’re a producer at that studio! You really made it, Cheol.”

Jeonghan freezes mid-breath. Producer?

“Oh,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. “Music.”

Seungcheol’s brow furrows as he turns toward Jeonghan. “Yeah? What else would it be?”

“Nothing,” Jeonghan replies quickly, brushing off the crumbs from his hands as nonchalantly as possible. “Congrats, man. Really proud of you.”

Seungcheol eyes him for a beat longer before Mingyu distracts him with another round of enthusiastic pats.

As the conversation flows back to lighter topics, Jeonghan sneaks another glance at you and Seungcheol. You’re laughing at something he’s said, your hand swatting his arm playfully, and Seungcheol leans down to whisper something in your ear. The way you nudge him back, your smile soft, makes Jeonghan’s chest feel oddly heavy.

He shakes his head, letting out a quiet laugh to himself. I’m definitely overthinking this.

But no matter how many chips he eats, the phrase “years in the bedroom and basements” echoes in his mind, refusing to leave.

Sunday brunch has been a sacred tradition ever since you and Jeonghan were broke, hungover, and shamelessly nosy college kids. It used to be a chance to pick apart every terrible decision from the night before—who ended up with who, which of your friends was blacklisted from your favorite bar this time, and whether that one prof actually knew how to teach or was just winging it. Now it’s all slightly more respectable, though the core vibe is the same: hungover, nosy, a little too loud for public, and still hung up on the drama of the week.

When Jeonghan strolls in, spotting you at your usual table with an iced Americano in hand, he stops short. For a second, he feels a wave of pride—he’s got his act together, and you’re clueless as ever—but it’s quickly followed by a flash of concern. So he switches gears, zeroes in on your coffee cup, and slides into the booth with what he hopes looks like an easy grin.

He prides himself on subtlety, Jeonghan does. He’s sure he can manage this without causing alarm, without making you feel pressured or spied on. Just a small adjustment to the routine. Easy.

“Hey, what’s that you’re drinking?” he asks as he slides into the seat across from you, keeping his tone light but shooting you a grin that’s maybe a little too tight. He plucks the coffee cup from your hand before you can react, inspecting it like he’s never seen iced coffee before.

“Uh… an iced Americano?” You raise an eyebrow, more amused than anything, but he can already tell you’re getting suspicious. You take in his tight smile and his sudden interest in your drink. “Why?”

He takes a quick sip and barely stifles a grimace. “Iced Americano. Really? You drink this every Sunday?”

You shrug. “Yeah, since forever. What’s your deal?”

“Oh, nothing,” he says, shrugging it off as he slides the coffee back. “Just thought you’d want something herbal, maybe? Like… chamomile? Peppermint?” he offers, trying to sound casual. “Soothing stuff, you know? Maybe something decaf?”

“Herbal?” You narrow your eyes. “When did you get all wholesome on me? Since when do you care about herbal tea?”

You stare at him, an eyebrow quirking, skepticism starting to creep into your eyes. “Herbal? Are you okay? Since when do you care about, like, chamomile tea?”

He gives a quick shrug, faking his usual breeziness. “I’m just saying! Caffeine’s not all it’s cracked up to be, you know? All the jitters, the heartburn…” He trails off, flashing a strained smile. He’s proud of how smoothly he’s handling this, trying to steer you away from the iced coffee without raising any red flags.

You give him a look, deadpan. “Han, I have one coffee, once a week. And half of it’s in your stomach now, so don’t lecture me.”

He barks out a laugh, forcing himself to look casual as hell as he raises his hands in mock surrender. “Right, right. My bad. But you should try water instead—hydration is key, y’know.” Without giving you a chance to argue, he pops out of the booth and heads to the counter for a bottle of water.

He keeps an eye on you from the counter, grinning to himself like he’s just scored a major win. This is step one, and he figures if he plays his cards right, you won’t even notice his sudden caffeine-sabotage campaign. He grabs a bottle, quickly sidling back over to the booth.

He plunks it down in front of you with a wide smile, as if he’s doing you the world’s biggest favor. “Stay hydrated. That shit is better than any iced Americano.”

You just stare at him, bewildered. “What the hell is going on with you today?”

“Nothing!” Jeonghan insists, a bit too enthusiastically. But then, maybe he overplays his hand. The next thing he knows, he’s sliding the bottle over to you and muttering, “Gotta stay hydrated, buddy.”

“Buddy?” You shoot him a look that could drill holes. You’re not buying it, not even a little. Jeonghan practically flinches because, yeah, he never calls you “buddy.” Normally, it’s just your name—or a well-timed “ho” when he’s feeling especially feisty. He can tell the second he says it that he’s tipped you off, just a bit.

And now, you’re watching him, that too-sharp glint in your eyes. “Since when am I your buddy?” you ask, voice laced with suspicion.

Jeonghan keeps his grin intact, waving it off like he’s got nothing to hide. “What? Aren’t we buddies?” He goes for his water glass and takes a long, slow sip, playing up the nonchalance. “Just looking out for you. You need a buddy to make sure you stay hydrated, that’s all.”

But he’s starting to see it in your eyes—that look you get when you know he’s up to something. He can feel his casual act slipping, so he pulls back, deciding to ease up on the hints. “Anyway,” he says, tone lightening, “I’m just messing with you,” He leans back, stretching with a lazy grin that he hopes comes off as relaxed, not calculated. “So, anyway. Tell me about what that idiot boss of yours pulled this week.”

You’re still squinting at him, but he can see you filing his “buddy” slip-up away for later. Probably already figuring out ways to make him squirm next time he tries to pull something over on you. The thought almost makes him laugh.

Despite the coffee swiping, you settle back, leaning into the usual rhythm of your weekly debrief, losing yourself in the vent session as you pick at your food and Jeonghan eggs you on. He throws in his own commentary—“I swear, that guy’s one bad review from a lawsuit”—while giving you sideways glances, watching to make sure you’re sipping the water. And every now and then, he slides your plate a little closer, pushing you to take another bite.

But in between the jokes, he’s already plotting his next move. Subtlety is the name of the game, after all. He just has to keep you guessing long enough to make sure you’re taking care of yourself… without letting on that he’s keeping watch over two of you now.

Seungkwan has chosen a sports park for the monthly hangout, a classic Seungkwan move—something energetic, competitive, and likely to end in some hilarious disaster. Everyone’s in high spirits as they gather under the bright sun, ready to kick off the day with some casual sports. It's the perfect opportunity for some fun, but as usual, Jeonghan’s on a different wavelength.

Jeonghan prides himself on being subtle—too subtle, probably. He doesn’t want to overstep, doesn’t want to make you feel pressured, but his instincts are... well, Jeonghan instincts. And right now, they’re telling him something’s off.

There’s been too much of you skipping out on things, and while he would normally chalk it up to your “weird habits” or just you being you, today it’s starting to feel... different. You’ve been playing it off, pretending everything’s normal, but he can feel the change. And he's not about to let this slip by.

First, there was the iced Americano incident. The way you looked at him when he tried to take it away—it wasn’t just you rolling your eyes. You were trying to hide something. Then last night, at dinner, you hardly touched your drink, instead opting for water—water, for god’s sake. And now... here you are, standing way too still in the middle of a busy sports park, looking like you’d rather be anywhere else. Jeonghan is practically scanning your every move.

Seungkwan’s already yapping about his plan for a “friendly” soccer match, while the others are warming up on the sidelines. You’re laughing with the girls, joking about who’s going to be the first to get a goal past Seungkwan’s notoriously awful defense. It’s all very chill, very normal, but Jeonghan’s eyes keep darting to you. It’s subtle—he’ll give you that—but there’s a difference in the way you’re standing. 

Yeah. This is definitely it. You’re pregnant.

Jeonghan doesn’t even need to say it out loud. He knows. He knows in his gut. You're keeping it from him. The way you’ve been acting—it's obvious. You’re pregnant, and you’re hiding it. But he’s not about to make a scene. No. He’ll be subtle about this. He’ll protect you without you knowing he’s doing it. He’s not going to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured. He’ll just... look out for you.

He watches you take a sip from your water bottle, and the sight of you not reaching for something more exciting (like your usual iced Americano or even a bloody beer) sends alarm bells ringing in his head. No way. You’ve been on a healthy streak all day. Something’s wrong.

Slipping into the conversation as casually as he can manage, he leans on the edge of the table, giving you his most easygoing smile. "Hey, buddy," he says, eyes flicking to yours, a little too sharp.

Shit. There it is. “Buddy”—again. He’s almost positive you’ve caught him red-handed. His instincts are getting worse, and it’s almost like he can feel the sweat forming at the back of his neck.

You blink, confused, and he feels a little too caught off guard. Shit. Did he just say that out loud?

“What?”

“Just checking in,” Jeonghan continues smoothly, his tone dropping an octave. “You sure you’re alright to just... watch today? You know, I’ve been thinking, soccer is a little intense, don’t you think? It could be a lot on your body...”

You look at him, a little puzzled, probably trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. "It’s just a game, Jeonghan."

“Yeah,” he shrugs, trying to mask the panic that’s bubbling up. He needs to keep this light, keep it casual. "But still, with your... situation.” He trails off, forcing himself to look like he’s just making a suggestion.

You frown now, clearly starting to get suspicious.

Without waiting for you to question him further, he quickly slides into a new tactic. “You know, hydration’s important,” he says, snatching the water bottle from your hands and taking it upon himself to force it into your grip. "I think you should drink more water. It’s the best thing for you right now." He gives you an exaggerated smile, all teeth. “You’ll be just fine if you stay hydrated.”

You’re about to protest—he knows you are—but before you can get the words out, he quickly walks off, telling himself it’s fine, just fine. Keep it cool, Jeonghan. You’re fine.

But his mind is still working overtime, running through all the signs he’s seen—skipping drinks, staying still, not participating. And every single one of them is screaming the same thing.

You’re pregnant.

He glances back over his shoulder to check on you—thankfully, you’re still sitting, still sipping the water like the good little soldier he’s turning you into.

Suddenly, Seungcheol appears out of nowhere, grinning like a fool, pulling you away from the picnic table. “C’mon, babe, time to stretch those legs. Don’t tell me you’re already done being the cheerleader?”

Relief washes over Jeonghan, and he feels a knot in his chest loosen. There you go, Seungcheol, swooping in to save the day—taking you away from all the chaos he’s cooked up in his head. You’re in good hands. For now, at least.

Jeonghan watches as Seungcheol sweeps you into the crowd, joining the others on the field. He’s grateful—so grateful—that you haven’t caught on yet. Not yet.

The party is buzzing, the clinking of glasses and laughter filling the room as Seungcheol’s birthday kicks into high gear. It’s the usual mix of their close-knit friend group—Seungkwan, Mingyu, Vernon, Jihoon, and all the others—each in their own little bubble of conversation, but you? You’re standing off to the side with that damn glass of champagne in your hand, eyes glancing around, and there’s something about the way you’re holding it that has Jeonghan’s mind spinning.

You’re standing there like you belong to no one, not even yourself, but something about the way you keep looking at your glass makes him uneasy. Maybe it’s the way your fingers are wrapped around it too carefully, almost like you’re avoiding drinking. Or maybe it’s the way you keep glancing at Seungcheol, who’s busy chatting away with Mingyu and Vernon, like he’s not giving you enough attention. It’s hard to tell, but Jeonghan can’t shake the feeling something’s off.

Then it happens. The moment he’s been waiting for.

You raise the glass, like you’re about to toast. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses grows louder, and it’s like the whole room pauses. Jeonghan’s mind clicks into overdrive, his instincts kicking in, and before he even realizes what he’s doing, his hand is moving.

One smooth motion, and the champagne is in his hand, your glass no longer where it was just a second ago.

He doesn’t look at you when he does it. He doesn’t need to. He just takes it, like it’s nothing. Because, in his mind, it’s something. He’s doing you a favor, right? He’s looking out for you, protecting you from something—something you don’t even realize you need protection from.

Your frown is immediate. Your eyes narrow, and you turn to face him, the glass now mysteriously missing from your grasp.

“Jeonghan, what the hell?” Your voice is sharp, confused, but there’s an undertone of concern. And for a split second, Jeonghan feels his stomach tighten. He’s not sure if it’s nerves or guilt, but damn if it doesn’t feel like something.

He keeps his cool, though. It’s Jeonghan, after all. He doesn’t panic, doesn’t falter. He smiles, giving a shrug like this is no big deal. “I’m just trying to protect you,” he says, voice light, playful, even though there’s a certain tension in his shoulders that he can’t quite shake.

“Protect me?” You stare at him, eyes widening in disbelief. “From what?”

His heart beats a little faster now, because this—this is the moment. He knows he’s been right. He’s sure he’s been right. It’s been building up, the signs have been obvious, and if he doesn’t stop you now, he could be too late.

“Pregnant people can’t have alcohol,” Jeonghan says, his tone turning a little more serious, but he’s still keeping it light. Too light. He barely catches the way your brow furrows as you process his words.

You blink at him, the confusion settling into something far more incredulous. “Okay, thank you for that little factoid,” you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. “Who’s pregnant?”

Jeonghan can feel his pulse picking up, his gaze darting nervously from you to the champagne in his hand. Maybe he’s just being paranoid, but you look like you know. You’ve caught him. You’ve noticed the signs, and this is it. He’s been caught red-handed.

“You are?” Jeonghan’s voice comes out in a high-pitched squeak, the words tumbling out of him before he can stop them. He doesn’t even recognize the tone of his own voice—he just knows that this is the moment he’s been dreading and, somehow, waiting for.

And then you start laughing. Laughing.

It’s loud, it’s spontaneous, and it fills the entire room. Your shoulders shake with it, your face turning pink with the force of your amusement. And for the first time since he walked in, Jeonghan feels like a damn idiot. A total idiot.

“WHAT?” Jeonghan can barely get the word out before he realizes what he’s said, and now, you’re laughing even harder, clutching your stomach like it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened to you.

Seungcheol’s head whips around from where he’s talking to Mingyu and Vernon, his curiosity piqued by the sound of your laughter. You’re still giggling, though, and Jeonghan watches in utter confusion as Seungcheol’s grin slowly spreads across his face.

“What are we laughing about?” Seungcheol asks, his voice thick with amusement, his arm sliding around your waist as he walks over to you.

Your laughter is still uncontrollable, and you’re leaning into Seungcheol as if this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened. “Jeonghan over here thinks I’m pregnant,” you say between laughs, and Jeonghan feels a lump form in his throat.

It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense.

Seungcheol starts laughing too, looking from you to Jeonghan like he’s just stumbled across some inside joke. His arm around your waist tightens, and he pulls you onto his lap with that effortless strength of his. You’re still giggling, though now, you’re half sitting on Seungcheol’s lap, your face buried in his neck, clearly enjoying the chaos you’ve unleashed.

Jeonghan is standing there like he’s been hit by a truck. His brain’s scrambling to catch up. Wait, this isn’t what he thought was happening, is it?

“You’re not...?” Jeonghan stammers. His voice is a little too high, like he’s a kid who just learned that Santa isn’t real. You're not pregnant?

You wipe the tears from your eyes, finally able to speak. “Pregnant? No, Jeonghan, why would you think that?”

Jeonghan’s hand tightens around the champagne glass, his mind replaying every little thing he’d witnessed over the last week. The water at dinner, the soccer game, the way you were avoiding alcohol— it all clicks into place, and he can feel the weight of his mistake crushing down on him. “But at the bar—the whole ‘it’s your choice, you can do whatever you want’ thing?” Jeonghan’s voice cracks slightly, but he keeps going. “And the drinking water at dinner last week instead of wine? And the not playing soccer?”

You just stare at him, eyes wide with disbelief, but this time, there’s a trace of sympathy in them. “Jeonghan,” you say, a little quieter now, “our lease is up. We were stressed about finding a new place to live. That’s why I didn’t drink, and the whole soccer thing? I had a cold that day.”

Seungcheol, still holding you on his lap, leans in with a grin. “Dude, she had to drive us home,” he adds, voice full of playful exasperation. “And she was sick that day. You seriously thought she was pregnant?”

Jeonghan blinks a couple of times, like the whole world has just shifted. The understanding starts to dawn on him, slow and painful. Oh. He almost wants to bury his face in his hands. “Right. Oh.”

“Yeah, OH,” you say, still chuckling. “Now, give me back my drink so I can drink to my beautiful, spectacular husband, whose baby I am NOT carrying.”

Seungcheol laughs and presses a quick kiss to your temple, his arms tightening around you as he looks over at Jeonghan with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Jeonghan. She’s not pregnant. But I’ll take the champagne now. You can go ahead and get her some water, though. She might still need it after all that laughing.”

Jeonghan lets out a long breath, his face a mix of embarrassment and relief, and finally hands your champagne back to you, though he looks like he wants to sink into the floor. “Right. Right. You’re welcome. No baby. Got it.”

You raise your glass toward Seungcheol with a grin, finally able to focus on the toast you’ve been trying to make all evening. “To my incredible, perfect husband—who, I assure you, I’m not pregnant with.”

Jeonghan, though, is standing off to the side, looking like he just got hit with a truck. He rubs his temples, muttering to himself. He’s definitely not going to live this one down. Not today, not ever.

[wooyoong]

🌼 freya's recent svt reads (& recs)

disclaimer : these are my RECENT reads, and i haven't added some of my old reads! also i have tried to add atleast one for each member to the list hehe (except jihoon he has two)

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @angelwoozi 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

* yours, but not yours by @gyukult (fake dating au, 18+)

when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling In Love) by @starsstuddedsky (f2l, fake dating au)

your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love

HONG JISOO

Plush by @bitchlessdino (est relationship, 18+)

soft joshua cockwarming drabble, with love and yearning.

WEN JUNHUI

Love, Actually by @haet-sal (single dad, boss jun, kind of infidelity au, 18+)

You’re the wide-eyed, clueless-but-on-top secretary to Wen Junhui, and it all starts, with one new year’s kiss… well, new year’s fuck.

Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?

KWON SOONYOUNG

i don't understand but i love you by @hvcmixtape (est relationship)

soonyoung has only been the kindest and most gentle husband. sometimes you feel like you're floating on the stars, and sometimes you feel like you've just jumped into the most romantic book.

JEON WONWOO

rich girl by @blushnote (rich girl x street punk wonwoo, 18+)

wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

LEE JIHOON

You Make Me Breathe by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (hanahaki au)

Jihoon is utterly in love with you. Too bad you're into his friend Soonyoung, and he's too much of a coward to ever tell you how he feels. He's happy to take his feelings to the grave but soon finds that his body doesn't agree with his decision.

* As a Matter of Fact by @starsstuddedsky (co-workers to lovers, fake dating au)

when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in your heels and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

LEE SEOKMIN

(Not) A Gentleman by @wonusite (est relationship, 18+)

Your boyfriend is the sweetest man alive—a perfect gentleman. However, you’re determined to show him that he doesn’t always have to be a gentleman.

KIM MINGYU

Good Dad, Better Daddy by @bitchlessdino (dilf au, bestfriend's dad mingyu, 18+)

you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

XU MINGHAO

at dawn by @sluttyminghao (domestic au, est relationship, 18+)

domestic sex with boyfriend minghao!

BOO SEUNGKWAN

pussy sport by @duhnova (fwb au, 18+)

leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

CHWE HANSOL

You Get Me So High by @cheolhub (f2l, 18+)

smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

LEE CHAN

promise ring by @lovelyhan (royalty au, f2l, 18+)

no one would've guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you're forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

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[alsktudy]

— i like you.

» bestfriend!soonyoung x reader

» fluff ☁️, highschool au, mutual pining, bestfriends to lovers, jealous reader, cameos from seokmin, mingyu, seungkwan, cheol, hao, jun, wonwoo and chan, confession

» warning: none

» w.c: 2.2k

» a/n: this fic took way longer than i expected and its much longer than i expected too. i was originally aiming for around 1k lol but this ask helped w the plot since i didnt rlly know where to go LOL

you remember seeing soonyoung back on the first day of high school. you remember his jet black hair that fell in front of his upturned eyes, his braces that he swore were going to come off soon and his very, very, very loud and distinctive voice.

somehow, the deafening sound of kwon soonyoung wasn’t enough to suppress your interest in him.

there was something charming about him, but it seemed like that charm that you claimed oozed out of him was only apparent to you.

yes, some how you still thought he had charm even when screaming at his taller friend, mingyu, when he would accuse him of stealing a pencil or when he copies his other friend, seungkwan’s facial expressions and hand gestures he made when talking.

you personally thought it added to his charm.

one day you and your friends walked around the school during lunch and witnessed soonyoung whacking his head while trying to solve a math problem with wonwoo, another one of his friends, underneath the seemed to be dead cherry blossom tree.

you found it endearing that he was spending his lunch time to understand a concept while the rest of your friends found it embarrassing that he couldn’t figure out fractions.

you tried defending him, saying things like, “people have different strengths in different areas.” and, “maybe… he didn’t have a good sleep last night?” knowing fully well if that was chan, another one of soonyoung’s friends, you’d also be laughing at him.

the thing about kwon soonyoung was that he was always surrounded by his friends. he was either with his established friend group, talking to kids in the other homerooms or getting to know the kids in the other year groups, which was somewhat ironic since soonyoung loved to go around the school proclaiming that he’s introverted, but you had never seen him alone.

—

the first day you saw him alone was on an early tuesday morning.

you arrived at school early since you earnt a scolding from your mother and your teacher about arriving at school late, in your defence, you never woke up when your alarm blared in the morning.

you had never seen the school so isolated in the morning, well… to be fair, you had never been at school in the morning, so you decided to take a walk around the school by yourself.

you marvelled at how somewhat eerie the building felt, although it was just the start of the day, until you heard a faint sound of music coming from the gymnasium.

as you got closer not only did the music get louder, but the music now was accompanied by the squeaks of sneakers dragging along the gym floor. you slowly push open the gym door and peek your head through the gap to see kwon soonyoung, alone and dancing.

his sweat seeped into his white shirt that he wore as his body moved to the music, his body switching between fluid movements, focusing on his arms and strong and powerful movements, focusing on his torso and his feet.

secretly watching him dance, it occurred to you that you had never really thought about what he was like outside of school. you only associated him with what he was like at school; his loud voice, his insanely big friend group and his lack in academics and assumed that he was most likely the same at home.

thankfully, he didn’t hear you slip back out of the gym but it left you wondering how much more is there to kwon soonyoung other than being your noisy classmate.

after that tuesday, you decided to become diligent and began to come to school a bit earlier to try and catch a glimpse of the boy dancing get to school on time.

one morning, you were peeking through the door to watch soonyoung practice his routine until you get startled by a whisper, “he’s pretty good isn’t he?” you whip your head and see seokmin, you guessed it, another one of soonyoung’s friends. seokmin was notorious for being very loud and also being an introvert who was always seen around others.

your eyes go wide as you see seokmin grinning and give him a small nod before slowly stepping back from the gym door.

“hey where are you going? i was just gonna say you could go inside of the gym instead of just poking your head.”

you politely decline the offer until he grabs your arm and bursts open the gym doors, announcing his presence to soonyoung. although soonyoung doesn’t give him a glance until seokmin mentions that he brought someone.

soonyoung runs to his phone to pause his music and turns towards seokmin and you. your swear your face begins to grow hot as soon as his eyes meet yours.

“uh.. nice dancing!” you manage to blurt out after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

“thanks! oh, you guys dating or something?” he points to seokmins grip on your arm, earning a firm no from both parties and a quick drop of your arm. soonyoung immediately apologises to both of you, earning a sound of laughter from seokmin and yourself echoing throughout the gym.

that was the day your friendship started. the mornings before school quickly were unlabelled as a burden and was instead labeled as your favourite part of the day.

soonyoung invited you to watch his practices in the morning after seokmin exposed you watching like a creep through the doors, although he warned you that he most likely wouldn’t talk very much, being focused on the choreography, but that was ok to you, it was better than sticking your head secretly into the gym and leaving with a sore neck.

but being soonyoung, he couldn’t help but talk to you during practice. he asked for choreo ideas, even though you made it quite clear that you had no prior experience to dance other than just dance.

—

by now, it had already been more than 6 months since you saw soonyoung on that early tuesday morning and talks about feedback on the choreo was followed by more personal topics. your mornings before school were not only for practices, but became a time and place where both of you could open up.

“my dream? well honestly? i don’t know.” you say lying on your back while looking up at the illuminated gym ceiling. “what’s your dream?”

“my dream is to dance.” he says as he wipes his sweat off his forehead, taking a seat next to you. “or just perform in general. any where where i can be on stage.”

“i think you’d be an amazing performer.” you smile turning you’re head to meet his eyes.

“thank you.”

—

soonyoung’s charm soon became apparent to everyone else in the next year.

after his outstanding performance at your school’s arts festival, everyone, including your friends who laughed at him for sucking at soccer volleyball, began to see him in a different light.

a light in which you had always seen him in.

instead of laughing about how dumb he looked trying to kick the flying soccer ball, everyone began to gush and giggle over how cute he looked when fell on the floor. it didn’t help that he got his braces taken off just before the performance which made the other girls swoon even more as they began talking about how cute his smile was.

“surely you can introduce us to soonyoung?” one of your friends, jiwon, begged as she tugged on your arm. “aren’t you like besties now?”

you sigh and roll your eyes, “why can’t you just talk to him yourself.” you say as you try to yank your arm out of her hands. “see, he’s right there.”

“nooo, it’ll seem too desperate! please for us?”

you don’t introduce them to him.

—

what you hated the most about soonyoung gaining attention was that he flirted talked to the girls who were brave enough to approach him.

he didn’t even like her.

why is he talking to seoyun who has that dopey smile on her face? he doesn’t even know her. so why-

“stop glaring.” one of your friends, eunji, speaks while moving her fingers to your eyebrows trying to make you stop furrowing them. “you’re gonna get wrinkles early if you continue doing that.”

your eyebrows return to their normal state after she pushes them up. “thanks.” you say with a huff.

“i don’t understand why you’re so mad. he’s just talking to another girl.”

“can’t you see the way she looks at him? she totally wants him.”

“so..?”

“so… uh. can’t you see he’s totally flirting back?!”

“are you blind?”

“no…?”

“he looks so disinterested in the convo.”

“then why is he still talking to her then?”

“because he’s a people pleaser. you literally told us how you were worried for him since he said yes to every single performance opportunity that the teachers offered him even though he knew he couldn’t handle it.”

“it doesn’t apply in situations like this.”

“it does.” she scoffs, “you’re just jealous.”

“and why would i be jealous?"

“because…”

“because what huh? finish your sentence.”

eunji lets out a sigh, “well i’d love to finish if you’d stop interrupting.” and gives you a glare, “because you like him?”

you scoff, “ha.. like him? i don’t like-”

oh my gosh. you do like him.

you liked him before he performed at the arts festival. you liked him before he got his braces off. you liked him before he slipped in corridors when being chased by seungcheol.

you began to like him the day you set your eyes on him.

“finish your sentence…” eunji says in a teasing tone as she see you flickering through your thoughts.

“i do like him...”

“i told you.”

—

you didn’t mean to ignore soonyoung. it just happened.

it all felt quite stupid really.

i mean, you never dated him and he never hinted that he wanted anything more than a friendship, so why are you ignoring him like you two had a fight? or as eunji says, “a break up.”

before you’d turn any corner, you’d try to listen out for his voice (or seokmin’s… both works) to make sure you don’t run into him.

but that became pointless as you feel someone swiftly grab your arm and drag you through the corridors, causing you to run. you had a feeling it was him. the yell of, “kwon soonyoung!” by your homeroom teacher confirmed that inkling.

he ran with you through the main doors of the school then turned to run towards the blooming cherry blossom tree with a metal bench underneath. the same tree where you saw him try to learn fractions last year.

“soonyoung,” you say while panting, trying to catch your breath, “what the heck was that?”

he turns to face you and gives you a smile. “impulse decsion.”

of course. soonyoung and his stupid impulses.

“why have you been ignoring me? it’s no fun practicing when i haven't got anyone to talk to.” he says as he sits on the metal bench, tapping next to him, signalling you to sit.

you choose to ignore the question and don’t dare to look him in the eyes. “why don’t you just ask junhui or minghao to watch you practice? i’m sure they have much better feedback other than it looks good.”

“well, they aren't you.”

soonyoung and his stupidly sweet words.

“i missed you, y’know. it feels so empty in the gym.”

you sigh in response looking at the dirt underneath you.

“did i do anything wrong..? if i did i’m so-”

“you did nothing soonie. it’s just me.”

he smiles at the old nickname but begins to pout at your lack of explanation.

“i guess, i just thought you didn’t need me anymore. i mean you suddenly became super popular, i thought you’d find other people to invite to your morning practices.”

you liar. why couldn’t you just say the truth? why couldn’t you say “i was jealous because i-”

“i like you.”

your eyes dart to the boy sitting next to you, face plastered with disbelief.

“what did you jus-” before you could finish your sentence soonyoung takes hold of your hand and begins to run again, this time back into the school buliding. “soonyoung!”

you two run through the corridors, hand in hand before he yells. “i said, i like you!”

you couldn't tell if your face was hot from the running you two were doing or from his loud and shameless confession.

you two circle around the building before running out the main doors again and returning back to the cherry blossom tree. you hear your peers laughter echoing through the school building accompanied by both of you panting, catching your breaths.

“did you hear me that time? or do you want me to do it again?” he says looking up at you with his hands resting on his knees, back bent over. “don’t tell me you want me to say it again... i’m kinda tired.”

“i heard you this time…” you chuckle.

“thank goodness.” soonyoung lets out a sigh of relief before plopping down on the metal bench.

“don’t do that ever again. please.” you say as you sit beside him.

“nah i wont. it’s too tiring.”

you two sit in silence for a while and watch petals fall from the breeze until you decide to break the silence.

“soonie?”

“yeah?”

“i like you too.”

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[mikeeel]

always 'nd forever seungcheol x mixed!reader (MY REPPP) bestfriends to lovers!au (YAAAAAAAAAA) warnings: not much, jst dirty things & suggestive not explicit smut but yanno they get naked, weed, Idk

based off of girl with the tattoo.lewd by miguel

IMAGINE:

you and seungcheol had been bestfriends for as long as you could speak. you two were glued to the hip since youth and no matter how many times you tried to break apart, you always managed to come back to each other. you've never known anyone different. it's always been you and him. it was visible you were close. so visible, your classmates would ask either of you where the other was when they weren't present, because if anyone would know where one was, the other would know. and it's correct. you always knew. you shared everything, you've seen everything. nothing was, embarrassing between you two, i mean, you've bathed with each other for god's sake! that's what close friends do. and since he always defended you when people would comment on your skin colour and then your parents' LACK of colour, you always found him a safe place, a comfort zone. and since he was always alone, you gave him company within a big house.

'girl! where are you?' yunjin waves in your face, pulling a face as she snaps you back into reality. 'sorry, uh,' you scramble to find the notes you were reading over. but your phone vibrates.. cheollie :) is ringing you swipe your phone quicker than yunjin could blink and you answer it with a honey-dew like voice. 'hello?' you say while twirling your hair like a 14 year old girl. you smile cheekily while yunjin pulls the most disgusted face known to man. 'uhm, yeah i'm studying with yunjinnie.. uhh, we're like done now basically hahaha.' you cutely giggled as you falsely claim that you've finished everything (you haven't even started) and start packing away. 'a party?' you stop in your tracks and yunjin's eyes widen. you look at yunjin and she shrugs, egging you on to reply. 'sure, i'll go. yunjin will come with me,' you say as you mouth sorry to a pissed off yunjin. 'okay. love you, bye' you hang up and slap your head repetitively. you can never say no to seungcheol and it's starting to piss you off. 'are you serious, y/n? our project is due in two days.' yunjin scolds you and proceeds to pack up too. 'yunjin, please! this could be my chance.' you beg her with pleading eyes. 'smch, whatever,' she rolls her eyes and grabs you to get ready for the party.

you knock on the door of the house literally vibrating from the loud dj music and screaming. seungkwan opens the door with a desperate look on his face. seungcheol is attempting to chug from a keg but is failing miserably. as you watch him you hear yunjin whisper, "why don't you show him you can do everything he can?" as you remember all the times he says you were too 'afraid' to have fun. you walk over there and snag it from seungcheol's hands. as you chug it and chug it, everyone is egging you on. as you remove your lips and look up from the keg, seeing stars mixed with people's faces the whole room is silent. everyone is looking at each other while seungcheol looks at you in shock. he gives you the widest, shit-eating grin ever and exclaims. 'fuck yeah!!' cheers and roars of encouragement are heard as everybody slaps your shoulders and back. dokyeom shakes your hand. 'well done, y/n. i knew you could do it. i'm about to cry,' he starts to weep dramatically and you roll your eyes. 'y'all can't take no shit.' you kiss your teeth as you whip your head away from him. dokyeom laughs out loud and slaps cheol on his back. 'i forget your girl's british and jamaican. combination of two worlds,' he attempts to do a british accent but pathetically fails. but what you focus on is that dk called you seungcheol's 'girl'? and, he didn't react but laugh and slap him on the back of his head. you can't lie, it got you flustered but that's normal right? right..

'come on, dk. lay off it. your british accent is almost as bad as your engineering final grades,' vernon chuckles as the three of you bust up laughing as dokyeom walks off with an attitude. you don't forget what you came here for though, so you tap cheol on the shoulder. 'hey, can we talk?' you whisper in his ear, he nods and pulls you closer to whisper back. his hot breath fanning across your neck and ear as he whispers. 'yeah of course darling, what about?' you freeze. you personally combusted into a million flames and literally FELT like you were on fire. you felt like you were about to pass out and fawn like women did in those really old movies. you pull him closer until he turns his head and silence.. everything seems silent. it was only for 20 seconds or so but it felt like eternity in his eyes. you snapped out of it though when you dragged to a typical spin the bottle. cheol shouts in agreement as he puts out his hand. 'wanna do it?' as his eyes trace your features. your perked lips and brown eyes with falsies flashing at him. you look beautiful, he's mesmerised. you put your hands in his. 'only if it's with you.' you say as you squeeze his hand. he flashes a golden boy smile as he holds your hand to walk to the living room.

'okay, y/n. you spin,' dokyeom says while taking a swig of some bacardi. you shake your head and spin. it spins and lands on vernon. everyone laughs and chants 'kiss' as you shrug. you don't give a fuck, you downed so many shots and had that big bowl of alcohol, you don't remember what's what and you don't care either.

'sexy, give me a kiss,' you slur as a joke and climb to vernon and grab his face. you kiss him long, slow and hard. everyone in the room is shocked, except one.

seungcheol.

he's bursting at the seams inside actually, trying not to rip you off vernon and show you exactly who deserves you. his clenched teeth and fists, he's mad. and dk noticed. he clears his throat before you start to get deeper in the kiss with vernon. you two break apart and you let out the most obvious giggle ever. vernon shakes his head as you turn your body around to sit on him, and vernon snakes his hands around you to wrap himself around you and whispers in your ear. you giggle and whisper back at his ear as your head tilts backwards onto his shoulders. this is when seungcheol breaks and stands up and proceeds to storm out the living room. you're too focused on vernon's shoe crevices to even notice he's gone until you noticed the long silence with everyone looking at you.

'what?' you question as you turn to ask seungcheol what's going on, you saw he wasn't there anymore. yunjin slaps vernon's hand from your waist.

'girl? did you forget what you here for?' yunjin hushers as she pushes you off. your eyes widen as you run off to find seungcheol.

he's upstairs in his room, window open and looking out into the street. faint barking and alarms can be heard with the midnight sky. the house feels quieter, but he doesn't care that much. 'vernon? you gotta be shitting me,' he says to himself.

you walk up the stairs, towards the back of the house where seungcheol's room is, cursing yourself for not thinking. that's exactly what you NEVER do. you see the door is slightly ajar so you creep in. you scowl as you see a cigarette. as you take the cigarette from his hand, he looks up at you with jealousy in his eyes but a twang of hurt too. 'stop smoking, i told you it's not attractive,' you say as you twist and turn it on the ashtray. 'says the one who smokes blunts,' he grunted as you laughed. 'only when i go to jamaica,' you stand next to him and fiddle with your jeans. 'do you like me, y/n?' he asks and you tense. a long exhale is heard as you scratch your head. 'yeah,' you say straight up. cheol nods. silence occurs and you get more uncomfortable by the second. 'it's okay if you don't like me back. i get it,' you stammered. he shakes his head. 'i've been waiting for you for you to like me back since i turned 15. trust me, there's a lot of things that i'm not, but the one thing i am is in love with you,' he said, but his lip twitched. usually it means he's nervous so you move your hand to his. 'i'm sorry for kissing vernon,' you whisper, squeezing his hand. you've both held hands many times but this time, it just feels different, it feels real. 'it's okay n/n. you can kiss me instead,' he turns his head to face you. you feel sober, he made you realise, he's your reality, your future. he always had been. your eyes get glossy as you admire his features. you lean in to kiss him, his lips flushed against yours. over time, you get closer, touchier. you feel him, here, now. you break apart. the only light in the room is moonlight as he leads you to his bed. 'i want to show you how vulnerable i am for you, y/n,' cheol begins slowly rising his shirt, showing his heartbeat tattoo on his heart. his body sculpted by god, perfecting itself in the shining light. you truly are in him completely. 'i'm vulnerable for you, seungcheol. i always have been,' you unbuckle your corset top as you let it fall, revealing your blue, lacy bra. he inhales as he tries to contain himself, he unties his sweatpants and lets them fall too, kicking them to a random place in his room. you undo your jean buttons, removing your trousers. you're both left in your underwear, you nod and begin taking them off, revealing your nude bodies. you feel cold as the open window brushes wind through your body, making you shiver. cheol laughs as he walks towards you. he opens his arms, leaving you to make the choice to embrace him or not. you're hesitant, but you step closer and hold him. you stay like that for a bit, holding each other.

he lets you go and slowly lowers you onto the bed, prepared to show you how much he truly loves you.

[justanarchiveforfics]

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Sweltering heat and an eventful summer, magic touches lives in ways that we can never imagine. But in this transition between seasons, we find ourselves asking: when loss is as transient as the lives we live, what does it mean to love with every fiber of our being?

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kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

Cigarettes & coffee | @gyukult (fluff, smut)

Glacial pace | @wonusite (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

You’ve been in love with Xu Minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. When he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. Especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over.

Hits different, [part 2] | @gyuswhore (brother's bestfriend au, fluff, smut, angst)

Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you’ve ever loved; a rejection you can’t quite shake off.

Think i need someone older | @gyuhao5 (smut)

Living in a small village takes a toll on you after having lived in the big city. So, after months of feeling down, your brother Soonyoung decides to get you out of the house for some socializing with his friends. You meet Jeonghan, who for some reason, doesn’t seem to like you.

Please don't make me jealous | @jinkoh (fluff, friends to lovers)

Your friend’s friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you.

Twenty two days before we go our separate ways (twenty two days of not falling for you) | @kwallanghae (fluff, angst, fake dating, friends to lovers)

There’s a special bond between you and jeonghan, and no one was surprised when you announced you were together. to you, it’s a surprise no one realised it wasn’t real.

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraude (and falling in love)| @starsstuddedsky (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

Your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love.

[yuusworldd]

jun.

twitter au;

in which you HAD to have a partner to be able to attend doyoung's stupid party. your bestfriend, kun rejected you and even boo seungkwan couldnt partner with you but thankfully, kwan is a social butterfly and is willing to hook you up with his friend. more specifically, the love of his life, the sun to his world, his baby, his favourite hyung, wen junhui.

warning: hinted corruption kink, mentions of selfcest

psst! pt 1 over here

note: um surprise!

[ssinboo]

MASTERLIST

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖜𝖔𝖔

𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else. or During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.

pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖞𝖚

𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫

summary: As your loyal knight, Kim Mingyu is more than willing to serve any and all of your commands. “But he who dares not grasp the thorn  Should never crave the rose.”  ― Anne Bronte

pairing: Historical!AU - Knight!Mingyu x Queen!F!Reader

𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢

summary: After finding campus heartthrob Kim Mingyu absolutely butchering his trousers trying to fix the hole he’d busted in them, you offer his your sewing abilities. As retribution, he thinks that nothing is more fitting than his ultimate mission: getting you laid. or You and Mingyu spend an unforgettable night together.

pairing: University!AU - Popular!Mingyu x Unpopular!F!Reader, reader does read on the thicker side? Nothing specific.

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖓

✧.*𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤✧.*

Part 1: 𝔄𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰

summary: There’s nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you help him the only way you know how

pairing: fwb!Seungkwan x Reader

Part 2: 𝔚𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢

summary: Seungkwan finds himself in a month long slump and you're recruited by his manager to help him get back on his feet. He finds your presence a lot more comforting than he'd be willing to admit.

pairing: Middle School Teacher! Reader x Entertainer!Seungkwan

Part 3: ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔘𝔰

summary: After your unplanned confession, you avoid Seungkwan until an unexpected issue brings you to contact him. When you finally get in touch, secrets are revealed.

pairing: Middle School Teacher! Reader x Entertainer!Seungkwan

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖓

𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔡

summary: You and your long time bestfriend smoke together

pairing: DJ!Bad boy!Vernon x Fem!Reader

★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader

𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝

𝔧𝔞̈𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔬𝔪𝔟

summary: You were nothing but a nuisance. A lovesick fool always obsessing over Felix, so why were you looking at someone else? Felix won’t have that, he’ll do something, anything, to make sure you only look at him, even if that means submitting to your every whim. or Your crush Felix is suddenly very interested in you, but you're deadset on making feel as every bit humilated as you felt.

pairing: subby!Felix x Reader

𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖒𝖎𝖓

ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰

summary: You've been in love with your best friend, Kim Seungmin since forever!

pairing: Fashion student!Kim Seungmin x Fashion student!F!Plus Size!Reader

𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

Coming soon…

[macapunoz]

channel_1 : say the name , seventeen ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

works labelled with an asteriks are from my old blog .ᐟ

𐙚 seventeen / units

𐙚 seungcheol

𐙚 jeonghan

social media au .ᐟ

flash forward* ( rivals to lovers ; old version ; discontinued )

𐙚 joshua

𐙚 jun

written .ᐟ

pages* ( wc: 1k ; bestfriend’s brother )

𐙚 soonyoung

𐙚 wonwoo

written .ᐟ

10:41pm* ( wc: 0.3k ; established relationship )

social media au .ᐟ

poser! ( enemies to lovers ; on going )

𐙚 jihoon

written .ᐟ

sugarcoat* ( wc: 0.2k ; enemies to lovers )

𐙚 minghao

𐙚 mingyu

𐙚 dokyeom

𐙚 seungkwan

𐙚 vernon

𐙚 chan

[bobbasmultiverse]

strawberries & cigarettes

profiles.001

Jeon Y/N

known as wonwoo's younger hot sister or just 'won'

1st year

physiology major

Building 1 | Apt. 26A

wants to be a forensic scientist

went to the u.s when she was five under the gaurdian ship of her god mother (mama hong) and visited her family once a month and on the holidays.

participates in: the news club & co-ed volleyball club

everyone's youngest, favourite child maknae on top

Choi Yoon

a 2nd cousin of choi seungcheol

1st year

medicine major

Building 1 | Apt. 26A

a pro at bullying and cursing kids out while playing roblox

yoon is not her actual name

Boo Seungkwan

knows everything about everyone

1st year

law major

Building 1 | Apt. 17A

wanted to pursue jouranlism, but law simply called for him

Chwe Hansol

some people still don't believe he's real (he's too perfect)

1st year

psychiatry major

Building 1 | Apt. 17A

he's not surprisingly a really good listener and gives great advice

Lee Chan

tried to take a self-defense class once, got bullied out of it.

1st year

dance major

Building 1 | Apt. 17A

wanted his career choices to vary, but ended up as a dance major

dino's danceology

Shin Ryujin

the youngest in 26A

1st year

business major

Building 1 | Apt. 26A

every girl's gf

joined the dancing club for unknown reason, even she doesn't know

Lee Minho

forced to be made friends with won through joshua and jeonghan

1st year

physiology major

Building 13 | Apt. 3F

likes to spend his free time with his cats or bullying his roommate (hyunjin)

Hwang Hyunjin

the bullied roommate

1st year

medicine major

Building 13 | Apt. 3F

wanted to pursue art, but got pressured into pursuing medicine

still took art classes in secret

masterlist | next

pairing: kwon soonyoung x wonwoo's sister!reader, xu minghao x wonwoo's sister!reader (ft. SVT)

genre: college au, love triangle, brother's bestfriend, fwb, angst, fluff

synopsis: two minor, what you'd call, incidents, lead up to the craziest few months of your life, where you make friendships and break some and you end with having to make the craziest choices of your life; to be young and free forever, or to have the best love of all time.

[wonusite]

Damn unfortunately i dont remember any of my previous asks but i got some new headcanons

Lets talk about my fave trops/au's for each member and you share yours and see what we have in common

Seungcheol - sugar daddy (do i need to explain lol) (also you newest seungcheol fic is one of my fave tropes but im not sure about how to word it out?)

Jeonghan - frenemies to lovers, secret pinning and hiding it with being teasy

Joshua - Prince/Royal au

Jun - the boy next door/strangers to lovers

Soonyoung - sunshine x soft girl who is shining with the sunshine (i made this up but it fits)

Wonwoo - quite looking boy who is actually a freak (both in the sheets and streets) / badboy

Jihoon - soft-for-only-you/sunshine x secret sunshine

Seokmin - your (not) a gentleman fic is perfect for him, thats exactly how i imagine him / sunshine x sunshine / strangers to friends to best friends to lovers

Mingyu - popular guy who falls for the not so popular girl / jock au / puppy boy x cat girl

Minghao - old time au (not an exact time period but its definitly not modern or close to modern times) / royal au / strangers to lovers / a little bit of magic or soulmate stuff

Seungkwan - bestfriends to lovers / neighbours au / not-so-secret-pinning / idiots to lovers / oblivious one x obviously flirting one

Vernon - "they met because of their pets" au / quite looking but actually crazy boy x loud af girl / sunshine x sunshine but also her protecter

Dino - childhood friends to (strangers to) lovers / secret pinning / "one of them is a celebrity and the other one keeps them in the line, sane but also their biggest support" au

Also i am feeling so much better right now, i think i will recover fully in a few days, thank you so much for your advice 💗

I might send some of my fave edits in a short time btw so be prepared (evil laugh) (you all are gonna die with me)

okokok let’s get into it

ok so i def agree w seungcheol bc he just exudes that rich powerful man energy idk (and I would say it’s a ceo trope or dilf trope)

also agree with jeonghan like it’s either that or pure enemies to lovers w the “been in love with you the whole time” trope to go along with it

shua and royal au is a perfect match as well. he also fits friends to lovers or boy next door trope

jun is idiots to lovers for me all the way.

soonyoung is frenemies to lovers or longtime crush.

you are right abt wonu and i also rlly the like loser boi who’s super whipped for his gf trope for him

1000% agree with the jihoon and gyu tropes.

ahhh thank you sm and tbh that’s the way i see it too seokmin is just so soft and cute and sweet :(

hao def fits that old times vibe and soulmates or reincarnation trope idk. he just has a timeless face if that makes sense lol.

kwannie is def besties to lovers

vernon gives strangers to lovers where you don’t know if he actually likes you bc of how he is but will be so obsessed w u the whole time

chanie is the poster boy for childhood besties to lovers. like that part where they turn into strangers also. it fits so well idk.

i’m glad you’re feeling better bb remember to take care of yourself ok <3 also i look forward to going through them so we can suffer together 🥲

[headlinerkwan]

for now - c.sc

pairing - bestfriend!seungcheol x gn!reader

genre - nonidol!au, kinda college au (but no actual uni), f2l, fluff, comfort, knightinshiningarmour!seungcheol, reader and seungcheol are whipped for each other but too dumb to realise.

summary - the lines within yours and seungcheol's friendship become even more blurry when he steps in to help when you need it most.

featuring - svt members (hoshi, seungkwan, the8, dino etc.)

warnings - reader has a panic attack, profanity, discussions of mental health

wc: 1.8k - read part two here!!

a/n - this is my first fic so uhhh yeah but i hope you like it ^^ inspired by the song 'for now' by leith ross <3

taglist - open!! comment or send an ask to be added ✩

You had always loved the days in late spring. The days spent with your friends lounging about, strolling around your university town, feeling the warm sun and a gentle breeze across your face as you talk about nothing and everything. 

When you first arrived at uni you had never felt so overwhelmed, so small, so lonely, and lost. That was until, during your second week, you met Soonyoung and Seungkwan in the library - all three of you searching for the same book on the beat poets - and they managed to rope you into their chaotic world and friendship group. You couldn’t complain though, you loved your friends, and through their antics you had even met your best friend Seungcheol. 

Your best friend.  

That was all. 

Nothing more, nothing less. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

It was a Wednesday evening, in the middle of exam season, when your phone began to light up with texts from the group chat.

Soonyoung: THE FAIR’S IN TOWN!!!

Soonyoung: THE FAIR!!! 

Minghao: Okay… and? 

Soonyoung: CAN WE GO PLS CAN WE GO PLS PLS PLS 

Seungkwan: if you stop spamming the gc I’ll think about it 

Soonyoung: ^.^ PPRETTY PLEASE

Seungcheol: WHY ARE YOU YELLING !?

Soonyoung: FAIR!!!

Y/N: Ngl guys some of us are DYING trying to get through exams 

Seungcheol: they’re right some of us are DYING 

Minghao: Seungcheol don’t act like you weren’t getting excited 

Soonyoung: Y/N PLEASE COME IT WONT BE FUN WITHOUT YOU

Seungkwan: woww… i see how it is

Putting your phone down, you turn back to your laptop screen, staring at the blank document that you had been trying to fill for three hours. A deep sigh escapes your mouth, you’re getting nowhere and you know it. Maybe today just isn’t the day. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

That’s how you find yourself standing outside the gates of the fair at 9pm, your friends huddled in a big group just ahead of you. 

Seungcheol, is the first to notice your arrival, because of course he is, as he runs towards you, you can’t help but mirror the grin spread across his face and the light in his eyes. 

“Y/N! God I’m so glad you’re here” 

“Hi Cheol” you reply softly, a sweet smile forming on your lips.  He looks angelic under the light of the sunset, pink and orange hues. His eyes capture yours and you can feel your face begin to heat up as you’re broken out of your trance.

“I-” you begin to explain yourself but your words get trapped in your throat as he grabs ur hand and pulls you through the crowd.

“Come on! They’re gonna go on the ferris wheel without us!” He yells as you run past the food stalls and fair games. 

When you arrive at the ferris wheel, you are immediately surrounded by twelve more of your  friends, all eager to express their excitement.

“Oh my god Y/N!”Chan calls from the front of the queue, “Look! Quick!” he has a small dinosaur toy he’s been waiting to show you all day. Sensing his excitement, you surge forward, letting go of Seungcheol’s hand, to meet your friend. 

If only you had turned around for one second, you would’ve noticed how Seungcheol’s face dropped as your hand left his, how it chased to follow yours but you were too far away, how he turned around to Seungkwan and Seokmin in a failed attempt to forget the feelings that had just washed over him. But you didn’t see any of that. You were too busy appeasing Chan as he flaunted around with his dinosaur toy. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

A few carnival rides later, you started feeling drained and hazy and with the others complaining about their empty stomachs, you all decided to walk around and see what goods the fair had to offer. 

Chatting with Seokmin and Mingyu as you browsed the rows of games and food, you couldn’t help but feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you. His gaze followed you whilst you debated snacks or laughed at each other's jokes. It was annoying, you told yourself, it was distracting you from your time with your friends. But, why?  

Maybe that was the annoying part. The hold he had over you, the magnetism that drew you to each other. Unspoken confessions blowing in the wind each time he held your hand or brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

Unspoken confessions that would fade away every time the nature of your relationship was questioned by one of your friends, “We’re just friends” he’d say almost instantly. The words a cold dagger in your heart, twisting and confusing you over and over. 

All of Seungcheol’s unspoken actions screamed love, attraction, warmth, boyfriend . And yet, his words said something else, things that sent you crashing back down to Earth in a split second. 

Like right now when he shattered your internal monologue, feigning annoyance “why are you staring at me?” 

“You started it!”

“Oh my god!” dramatically throwing his hands over his mouth, “You’re obsessed!”

“Nuh uh!” you respond, your cheeks heating up softly “you WISH I was” 

You both laugh as he gently nudges your shoulder before Seokmin not-so-slyly squeezes himself between the two of you and Seungcheol’s name is being called by Soonyoung. He smiles sweetly as he goes to join Soonyoung, his gaze still set on you, his dimples highlighted by the warm evening light. 

God, he must be an angel.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

The sun had set behind the trees and you had started to feel the cold a bit more so you decided to set off on your own in search of a hot drink. 

It was only then, once you had split from the group that you became aware of just how crowded the fair had become. There were people surrounding you everywhere that you looked, your head dizzy from the rides and the blaring music and bright lights began to make you feel panicky.

Shoulder’s bumping into you constantly,  joyous screams echoing in your ears, bright lights blinding you as you attempt to navigate the fairground. 

You could feel it now. Your heart pounding, chest tight, your legs began to shake and your head spun.  

You searched around frantically, looking for a familiar face, anyone, to find you. To save you. 

Your eyes locked with his through the crowd. Tears welling as you tried to reach him. Your mouth opened to call out to Seungcheol but you couldn’t quite manage above a whisper.

His eyes locked with yours through the crowd, and immediately he knew. Tears welling in your eyes, he knew. He knew that you needed him. What else could he do but push his way through the mob to reach you, to hold you, to make everything okay? 

It was you after all, there was no one else like you 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

You couldn’t breathe, the fresh air had grown stale, and the masses of people seemed to be closing in on you. You were frozen. 

And then you felt it. 

Two warm hands reaching for you, saving you, his arms wrapping around you, protecting you. 

His hand reached for your head pulling you close to his chest, as he moved the both of you to a quieter area. 

He sits you down on a bench near the edge of the fairground, letting go for just a second. But it’s enough. Enough to welcome back the cold, the noise, the people, the panic. 

Your breath is shallow as he pulls you close, as he strokes your hair and mutters softly to you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay Y/N. It’s gonna be okay, I’ll make it okay” 

You cry quietly against his chest and he holds you tighter.

“It's just you and me, just Y/N and Seungcheol” 

Seungcheol. Your Seungcheol. Your Seungcheol was here with you and it was going to be okay. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

After ten minutes, your breath was beginning to slow, your hums getting louder as Seungcheol sang to you quietly. 

You were still pressed tightly together, his arms strong around your back as you relaxed into him. 

“Cheol…” you said gently. 

“What’s up Y/Nnie” 

“I want to go home” 

He lifts his head up to look at you, loosening his grip on you only slightly

“Let’s go home then, yeah?” 

“No” you reply, “I want to go home home” 

For a minute he looked at you shocked, ‘home home’ was well over a five hour drive away. 

“Home home” he repeats quizzically.

“Please” you whisper sleepily, your eyes fighting to stay open through your exhaustion. 

Seungcheol sighs looking down at you as you melt against his chest, eyes fluttering closed, He smiles softly. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Headlights stream into the car as Seungcheol drives down the near deserted roads. The clock reads 2:13 and the radio gently plays. The volume is low and his movements are slow in an effort not to wake you.  

A truck blares its horn in the distance. 

“Shit.” he mutters to himself as you stir in the passenger seat. He refuses to wake you. Not when you look so peaceful.  Not when rest is the only thing you want right now. And he’ll do anything to give you what you want 

Another car horn sounds and there’s nothing to stop you from waking up. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Opening your eyes, there is only one word that can describe how you’re feeling, confusion. 

You look down to find a hand holding yours, your best friend’s hand, your best friend who is quietly driving you somewhere. Wait…where the fuck are you going?

“Cheol?” you say, voice still laced with sleep.

“Y/N! You’re awake! Did I wake you? Sorry I really tried to stay quiet for you, you were so peaceful and-”

Shaking your head, you cut him off “No Cheol, you didn’t wake me, it’s just uh… where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home” he replies sweetly.

Confused, you assess your surroundings “But this isn’t the way back to my-”

“Home home” he clarifies.

You’re in disbelief as you scan his face for any sign of hijinks or amusement. But there was nothing. Nothing but that gentle smile you loved so much. 

“Wh-why?”

“Because you asked me to” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, squeezing your hand softly three times. 

You sit back in the seat, watching as the trees pass by the window and lights stream in and out. His words echo in your brain ‘because you asked me to’.  In a comfortable silence you thought about the events at the fairground, the anxiety still haunting your brain even after your rescue. Your heart felt heavy, like you were outside of reality, the only thing grounding you was him. His hand in yours, his smile, his warmth. 

‘Because you asked me to’

a/n: might write a part two (?) im not sure, lmk what you think and if you'd like one ⭑.ᐟ

taglist: @caaaptaaainamericaaa @gyuguys

[sweetkpopmusings]

seungkwan best friend headcanons <3

a/n: another post for another lovely anon ! seungkwan is, as we all know, an icon, and i'm very envious of anyone and everyone that gets to call him their best friend !!! pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!seungkwan x gn!reader | requests: open

seungkwan, through and through, is your number one

he's the kind of friend that just immediately feels important because he Gets. It.

when you two are together, you're actually unstoppable

like two baddies one porsche can exist in the same room and that's you and seungkwan !!!

tbh if you are going to a party, hangout, event, etc together, he will want to coordinate outfits

"i don't care if it's lunch with seokmin-hyung and soonyoung-hyung we HAVE. TO. SERVE."

and serve you will!!!

he will also serve you plenty of iconic reactions during that lunch because booseoksoon is the trifecta of comedy and seungkwan's role is reminding everyone how insane dk and hoshi are lmao

he just LOVES exaggerating his facial expressions and reactions when he gets secondhand embarrassment

if you are the one who embarrasses him, which happens from time to time, he will never let you live it down

any time one of his members comments on how you're cool/funny/smart/etc seungkwan will start listing every uncool, not funny, dumb, and embarrassing thing you've ever done

he's even including your preteen embarrassing stories like ??? why is he trusted with these secrets they're simply ammunition

good luck trying to bring up any time he's made a fool of himself or replying to his roasts by using memes of him via text or by holding up your phone during the conversation that's what i would do

in response to your efforts, he will double down. you and your pride are not making it out of this conversation alive

like boy!!! shutup

but he will not. his love language is making fun of you <3 and calling you cute but that one's usually done behind your back because he doesn't want it to go to your head

he does want to build you up though. in a very genuine way, he wants you to be confident in who you are and he will destroy anyone and anything who gets in the way of that!!

he leans on you for that too

no matter what's on his mind or where he's at, he knows he can go to you for comfort and reassurance

he's also the kind of friend who is SO real with you

like he won't sugarcoat things and will be honest with you so you don't get into any situation/mindset that's bad for you

he's very thoughtful in his honesty, and he never gives any criticism without it being constructive

but he values your trust so he wants to repay that by being transparent and telling you what you need to hear, even if it's not what you want to hear

and because he works so hard to be that real with you, you naturally adopt that approach too

any time he comes to you with a question, high-stakes or low-stakes, he can expect 100% honesty

you two really just hold each other up <3

it's like the dynamic in booksmart when the girls are dramatically complimenting each other like THAT'S the energy you and seungkwan have

it's a friendship serve! it's a friendship slay!

he's always inviting you to do stuff

going to a party? you're invited. going shopping? you're invited. going across the street to get a coffee? you're invited.

he just loves being in your presence and wants to hang out as much as he can between both of your schedules

like whenever he's with you he's having the time of his life

sure a lot of the time he shows it by rolling his eyes at you or deadpanning to anyone in the vicinity / the imaginary camera

but when he sees you he just goes :D because that's his bestie right there!!!!

y'all jam out together

karaoke is a state of mind

and seungkwan is the embodiment of that

he's the kind of best friend you blast lizzo with while you're dancing around the living room in your pjs

speaking of pjs

he actually loves sleepovers

like even if you can't spend the night together, he wants optimal sleepover activities and energy whenever possible

he probably buys you matching fuzzy hairbands to wear while you do sheet masks and watch movies :,-) they're ridiculous and that's why you love them :,-)

will take seventeen quizzes with you and laugh his ass off no matter which member you get assigned. unless it's him. then he is BEAMING with pride

and he will brag about it to every single one of his members, saying wow! my impact! so powerful!

if you're there when he's bragging, you absolutely need to drag him on how you're morphing into him because you're losing brain cells or something

seventeen will die laughing and praise you like the champion you are

meanwhile seungkwan goes from shocked to angry to impressed to proud

because once again he's thinking "that's my best friend right there!!!!"

all in all, seungkwan is the kind of bestie who makes you laugh harder than anyone else, and he's someone you can trust more than anyone else :,-)

he's loyal, caring, funny, and ready to fight at all times <3 good luck <3

seungkwan hmu if you're free this weekend we can get iced americanos and blast 00s pop music !!!

[ask-svt-hearteu]

best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 

while it wasn't learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 

elementary school was tough lol 

mostly because you wanted to make friends 

but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn't talk to anyone 

your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 

but they low key scared you 

some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 

so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 

that was until someone's birthday 

"Class, today is Boo Seungkwan's birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 

as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 

until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 

"It's my birthday, you have to have cake." 

Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 

you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)

because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 

but you still didn't know how to talk to the other kids 

and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 

"No thanks, I don't like cake." 

"What?!?!? Who doesn't like cake?" 

Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 

"I don't." 

and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 

he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 

trying to figure out why you didn't like cake 

yes he was that determined 

you liked sitting on the swings 

and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 

"Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 

you laughed, he was so stubborn 

"I like pie better." 

"PIE IS GREAT TOO." 

and that's all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 

he'd draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 

"How could you not have a sun?" 

he'd ask you to push him on the swings 

"y/n, you have to push me really high up." 

"I'm tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 

and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?

you went for a bike ride with your parents 

and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 

"Y/n?!?!?" 

"Boo Seungkwan?" 

many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 

even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 

when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 

but you always walked home together 

complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 

you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 

"I won!" 

"No way, my back pack was way heavier, you're cheating!" 

you'd always do homework at Seungkwan's house on Mondays and Tuesdays 

and he'd go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 

Fridays you'd both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 

you lived for Seungkwan's mom's pie 

and he loved your mom's home made cake 

and so every lunch whenever he got pie he'd trade you for your cake 

your mom knew you didn't like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 

"Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 

Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways

people thought you two were siblings

"Wait he's not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school...?" 

and when high school came around 

and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 

he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 

"Go get 'em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I'm from Jeju' already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 

you laughed giving him a supportive hug 

you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 

giving him all the support you can 

"What if I'm not good enough?" 

BOI

"BOO SEUNGKWAN YOUR VOICE IS HEAVENLY AND IM PRETTY SURE I SAW SOME BIRDS FOLLOWING US THE OTHER DAY BECAUSE OF YOUR SINGING GET REAL." 

he just laughed at your outburst 

"You sure?" 

"Seungkwan, I'd eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 

"You must be serious, you really don't like cake." 

"I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you'll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 

"Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 

"Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 

and you both laughed together 

"You've grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago." He said smiling at you 

"Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 

and he did it 

he debuted 

you were so proud 

he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 

you knew when he was close to crying

but you were there to support him 

and be his number one fan

and you watched his predebut programs 

and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 

and you told him of your high school life 

mostly exams and whatnot 

and you both studied hard together 

after he debuted, it was harder to see him 

your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 

where you could work part time and go to a university there 

but when you did hang out 

it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 

you'd wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 

pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 

and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 

"Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 

you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 

"Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?"

"Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?"

"Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan's phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won't tell me who he always texts." 

you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 

"I'm y/n, Seungkwan's friend from high school. I'm from Jeju." 

"Y/N WHATEVER HANSOL SAID ABOUT ME IT'S NOT TRUE!!!!!" 

you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 

local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 

"Ah so you must be y/n." the boy next to Seungkwan said 

"I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 

you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 

y'all end up playing a game two v. one 

Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what's up 

and you all go for ice cream afterwards 

"Hey!" A ping from your phone 

a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 

you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue

"working hard I see" you say 

"Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 

"What the heck Hansol stop it, who's the best friend here?" 

"Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 

"YAH! She's my best friend back off!" 

"get a room you two" you send while dying from laughter 

“y/n!!!" they both send you 

your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 

and funny cat videos from Hansol 

and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 

"green tea chocolate is the best" 

"you can't beat classical milk chocolate" 

"why not both you two?" 

"I'm offended." 

"Who are you?" 

"What do you mean both?!?!?" 

lit groups chats 

but you three are such troublemakers

so they be pming you like shady mofos 

"let's prank Hansol, y/n." "Let's prank Seungkwan" 

separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 

so naturally you play them both 

and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 

while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter

"WAIT YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS"

"Why didn't you warn me, I've know you for years!" 

you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 

in the end all three of you get soaked 

"so anyone up for some cake?" 

"You know I hate cake let's get pie" 

"I vote ice cream" 

ice cream it is then

MASTERLIST

[carrotsforthewin]

Bestfriend!Seungkwan

im sorry, this came out a bit messy and i dont know, how to feel about it. i havent written anything in a while, and i hope yall like it , i truly tried my best ^.^

being besties with boo seungkwan has been a ride for sure

when you were younger things went according to a certain pattern:

somehow he managed to make you cry

stealing your toys or pulling your hair just to annoy you

but in the end, he felt guilty

so basically right after he had made you sad, he made sure you didn’t stay sad

even at a young age, you two fought a lot, even over the smallest of things

your opinion wasn’t the same regarding a cartoon? that meant a fight of life and death

as you got older, you became more and more inseparable

seungkwan was the most amusing person to be friends with

you were in need of some mood lifting? he got it.

you would prefer a serious conversation? he’s totally down for that

you need a fake boyfriend quickly to make someone jealous? boi, of course he would help

just sitting down with a bunch of snacks and laughing? count him in

you and seungkwan would sneak out from time to time at night only to just hang out and laugh a little (or a lot, actually)

or just for some late night talks

there was a time you were particularly heartbroken

your first love had just dumped you for someone else, and you didn’t want to do anything besides laying in bed and crying

seungkwan just went over with a bag filled with your favorite snacks, because he didn’t want you to be alone

by the way he was talking about the situation, by the immense anger in his voice when he talked it about your ex made it seem like they hurt not only you, but him too

it was because “whoever hurts his best friend hurts him too”

besides being there to rant about everything at all times, he was always down for some good gossip

you didn’t know how,  but he knew about all the fresh tea at all times, and gladly shared it with you too

even older, your fights didn’t last long, but happened quite frequently

they were like heavy rain on a summer day

it was all happy and sunny, then out of nowhere came a small misunderstanding, and everything changed

but luckily you got over it quickly, and things were back to normal 

aside from the frequent fighting, seungkwan had always been the best friend someone could ask for

-minji

[yuusworldd]

jun.

twitter au;

in which you HAD to have a partner to be able to attend doyoung's stupid party. your bestfriend, kun rejected you and even boo seungkwan couldnt partner with you but thankfully, kwan is a social butterfly and is willing to hook you up with his friend. more specifically, the love of his life, the sun to his world, his baby, his favourite hyung, wen junhui.

warning: hinted corruption kink, mentions of selfcest

pt 2 over here!!

note: I CAN EXPLAIN i mean do i rlly have to like just look at jun, dont you just want to ruin him? maybe this is a LITTLE self indulgent but im sure everyone agrees, right?

[drunk-on-dk]

Seventeen Masterlist

Updated: 02.14.24

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Disclaimer: Please note that all works are fictional, are written out of pure imagination, and do not accurately reflect the character of those for whom they may be written about. Minors DNI with works labeled (m). Most writing on this blog has mature content, this blog and masterlist is strictly 18+.

OT13 Series

Tune In:  13 Songs for those with Burning Hearts | Seventeen Guide | smut (m), genre depending on the fic

Days and Nights were like... | SVT headcanon | fluff, suggestive (m)

S.Coups

Fics All I Think About | fwb!Seungcheol | fluff, angst, smut (m)

His Hoodie | college!Seungcheol | fluff, SMUT (m)

Ugly Sweater Bar | one-nightstand!Seungcheol | SMUT (m)

Drabbles

sizing training with Seungcheol | smut (m)

Jeonghan

Fics Girls Talk Boys | roommate!Jeonghan | fluff, smut (m)

Imperfectly Lovable | e2l!Jeonghan | angst, smut (m)

Timestamps

[11:16 PM] | bestfriend!Jeonghan | angst, fluff, slow burn

Joshua WIP

Junhui body worship & riding | smut (m)

Hoshi WIP

Wonwoo Overset | ai!Wonwoo | sci-fi au, fluff, angst, smut (m)

Woozi WIP

Minghao WIP

Mingyu

Fics

With Somebody Else | FWB!Mingyu | fluff, angst, smut (m)

Tight Laced | shop clerk!Mingyu | 70s au, fluff, smut (m)

Timestamps

[10:05 pm] | timestamp | smut (m)

DK

Fics I Just Think You're Cool | College Athlete!Seokmin | fluff, smut (m)

Coffees & Cluelessness | College Barista!Seokmin | fluff, smut (m)

Best Neighbor of All Time Award | Neighbor!Seokmin | fluff, smut (m)

Strawberry Wine, Stained Lips | Boyfriend!Seokmin | fluff, smut (m)

Drabbles

soft dom boyfriend seokmin (m) | smut

stranger seokmin helping you after a flight (m) | smut

brothers bff!seokmin walking in on you (m) | smut

stranger!seokmin that you met in club | smut (m)

Seungkwan

Fics

1-800-CUPID | f2l!Seungkwan | smut, fluff, slice of life (m)

Drabbles

riding seungkwan (m) | smut

Vernon

Fics Heart Out in the City | stranger!Vernon | smut (m), s2l

Drabbles

platonic friend Vernon! | smut (m)

Dino WIP