#gyuhao packs

[sunwr]

ㅤ ㅤ mingyu + minghao moodboard ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[it2hao]

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i'm dying to see how this one ends.

[junrenjun]

Hihi!! Soo i js read the minghao heat w mingyu and y/n.. and since it said that gyuhao had been mates for years, which of thr other memebers do you think would be mates to eachother? And is it just 2 or 3 together and which ones would be open to mate w reader?

Thank uu💞💞

hi! in my little a/b/o world, "mate" is basically an alternate term for partner (boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, etc). So by all technicality, all of the pack are mates to each other.

it is clear that there are pairing that do very well with each other, and would probably be mates even if they weren't in the pack. vernon and seungkwan, cheol and jeonghan, minghao and mingyu, wonwoo and mc probably.

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[stuffpeachy-blog]

₍📮₎ ˀˀ … gyuhao packs, like if you save

[exactpacks]

like or reblog if you save/use | icons and headers are ours

[mingyudick]

﹟gyuhao matching layouts %

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don’t repost

[purrfectaylor]

— seventeen ;; snapshoot icons part 2!! (part 1)

junhui, vernon, gyuhao, scoups 💘

[ranmaruuu]

enjoy!

[kyuricz]

↬ ʚ gyuhao layout ɞ

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[woo-jaehyu-noh]

GYUHAO LAYOUTS, HEADERS AND ICONS

seventeen’s mingyu and the8

[svt-writers-club]

Would you be able to do these for gyuhao and wonhui?: Who loses it first in a fight? Who starts yelling first? And who breaks the silent treatment first, apologising and begging for a hug? Who breaks down into sobs, saying they aren’t worth it and why are you still here? And who is the one that hold the other, tells them they’re beautiful and that it’s going to be okay, because at the end of the day some stupid fight shouldn’t ruin years of smiles and happiness? If not it's ok:) ily ♡

this is so sad alexa play despacito and i can’t believe you’d ask this of me so now i guess i’ll have to write out their fights.

i hope you’re proud of yourself.

GyuHao

It starts off innocent enough. Minghao is back from China, after a greuling schedule and long filming. The first thing he does is head straight to the room he shares with Mingyu and flops into bed, clothes and all. His bag is thrown to the side.

That’s what Mingyu trips over when he comes back from his Inkigayo recording. He lets out a curse and nearly faceplants into the hardwood floor. He recognises the bag and the lump of human being on their bed.

It’s been a long day, for both of them. Minghao had gone straight from recording to the airport. He’s had to handle immigration and travelling and feeling so alone after years of being jam-packed in small places with way too many boys. Mingyu’s been herded from practice to stylist to Inkigayo recording that went on forever. It’s late at night and his boyfriend nearly kills him with his disgusting habits.

It’s no wonder that they end up in a fight.

Mingyu shoves Minghao awake, nearly causing him to fall off the bed. Minghao lets out a shout, blinking awake blearily.

“The hell?” Minghao rasps, glaring up at Mingyu. “What’d you do that for?”

“Pick. Up. Your shit,” Mingyu hisses, pointing at the offending pile of bags. “I’ve told you once. I’ve told you a million times. You nearly killed me!”

Minghao blinks slowly, his mind still hazy from sleep. He flops back down onto the bed – an act that only furthers to ignite Mingyu’s simmering anger. “C’mon, babe, it’s late. I’ll put it away next time. Come to bed.”

“And! You’re gross and you’re in bed! Our bed!” Mingyu’s on a roll now. He doesn’t realise he’s shouting, but he is. “You didn’t even shower!”

“Gyu.” Minghao’s voice is flat as he slowly sits up. “It’s late. It’s been a long day. Come to bed.”

“I will not!” Mingyu says shrilly, grabbing Minghao by the collar and shaking him. “I – I’ve had it!”

“You’ve had it?” Minghao hisses, eyes flashing dangerously. He slaps Mingyu’s hand away, the hard impact of flesh on flesh loud in the suddenly quiet room. Mingyu pulls his hand back, a wounded yelp leaving his lips as he cradles his stinging wrist close. “Fuck, Gyu, you really wanna go at it now? Fucking fine.”

Minghao stands and all Mingyu can do is stare, eyes wide and teary. There’s a dark look on Minghao’s face and the shadows the moonlight throws onto his face actually scares Mingyu.

“I’ve been through immigration all fucking day. I just came from a shooting that lasted for fuck-all hours and I’m tired.”

Mingyu’s face twists as his hands ball into fists. The fear is drained away by the white-hot anger that courses through his veins. “Join the fucking club,” Mingyu barks back, straightening to his full height. “You’re not the only one who’s exhausted, Hao. That doesn’t mean you get to be a dick about it!”

They’re both tired. They’ve both had long days. With comeback soon, they’re under more pressure than ever. It’s a culmination of exhaustion and stress that they’re arguing right now. Deep down, they know it – but it doesn’t stop the fight from erupting.

Minghao is the one who ends up saying words he doesn’t mean; words they both can’t back away from.

“Then let’s breakup!” he screams, eyes wild and hands shaking.

The silence shutters in on them like a bucket of cold water. Whatever retort Mingyu was going to spit out dies in his mouth, leaving a bitter aftertaste. They stare each other down – Mingyu’s stony gaze meeting Minghao’s tearful one.

The silence drags on. It’s impossibly long. It could be minutes. It could be hours.

Minghao is the one who breaks the silence. He collapses onto the bed, unable to bring himself closer to Mingyu.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” Minghao gasps, wrapping his arms around his middle. He can’t bear to keep Mingyu’s gaze, too ashamed of himself. “I didn’t – I’m sorry, I – please – ” I need you closer.

Mingyu’s expression doesn’t change, but he does slowly step closer, until he’s right in front of Minghao. He rests his hands on Minghao’s shoulders, before pulling him closer for a hug. Tears are rolling down Minghao’s cheeks, wetting the stomach of Mingyu’s sweater. He’s still angry, but he hates seeing Minghao’s tears, because it takes so much to make Minghao cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m not worth it,” Minghao sobs into Mingyu’s stomach. It breaks his heart, hearing those words coming out of Minghao’s mouth. “I’m not worth it, why’re you still here? I’m the worst.”

“You’re not,” Mingyu croaks. His throat hurts from the yelling, but it’s tight from the guilt. He knows that it’s hard for Minghao, that he has to cycle between two countries constantly. He knows he should go a little easier on Minghao, that their bedroom is a safe space. He knows all that, but he’s been under his own kinds of pressure too. But that’s okay. They’ll work through it.

“You’re not the worst,” Mingyu reiterates, going down onto his knees so he’s face to face with his boyfriend. Minghao looks frightful and pathetic and Mingyu loves him so much. “You’re rough around the edges and sometimes I wanna strangle your pretty little neck,” it coaxes a laugh out of Minghao and it makes Mingyu’s chest warm, “but you’re not the worst.”

He gently thumbs away the eyelashes lingering on Minghao’s eyelashes.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to Minghao’s. “It’s gonna be okay. Because I love you, and we’ll get through this.”

“I love you too,” Minghao whispers, voice trembling. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

They’re going through a rough patch. That’s okay. They’ll get some sleep (after Minghao washes up, that pig) and they’ll talk it through in the morning. Because Mingyu loves Minghao and Minghao loves Mingyu. Because it’s worth it.

Because they’re worth it.

WonHui

Wonwoo is a patient man. He’s usually a well-tempered man too. He doesn’t flare up and he always keeps his temper.

Then again, Junhui has proven to be his only exception, always.

Junhui’s late again. Wonwoo knows, logically, that his boyfriend has late night shoots for his new drama, and that staff parties aren’t always easy to dodge. It’s not Junhui’s fault that Wonwoo has been stuck in their new, lonely apartment, left to settle everything by himself because Junhui is too busy. It’s not even Junhui’s fault that he has to play husband to one of the actresses he’s working with.

It’s not his fault, but Wonwoo is… upset.

It’s such a trivial thing, he knows. This – this burning jealousy that he’s grappling with should be handled. If things were still normal, he’d grab another member and they’d go out for drinks or PC games.

(A part of him resents Junhui for talking him into moving out of the dorm and into a lonely apartment.)

Junhui stumbles home, a little drunk, a little out of it, and Wonwoo snaps.

“Do you know what time it is?” he demands, glaring at Junhui mulishly from his spot on the sofa. He eyes Junhui’s uncoordinated limbs with distaste. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m tipsy,” Junhui corrects with a roguish smile. He presses a kiss to Wonwoo’s head and stumbles to the kitchen – probably for some water. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to end so late.”

“You always say that,” Wonwoo mutters, loud enough for Junhui to hear. The puttering around in the kitchen stops.

There’s a frown curving Junhui’s lips. His eyes are narrowed in displeasure, but Wonwoo doesn’t care. Maybe he feels just as shitty as I do, he thinks vindictively.

“What’d you say?” Junhui asks, a hint of warning in his voice, like he’s daring Wonwoo to correct himself before this blows up.

Wonwoo’s been waiting for an explosion for a while now.

“I said,” Wonwoo says, raising his voice slightly, “you always say that, but I bet you don’t mean it.”

Junhui’s eyes widen. “Babe, I… you know I try to get home as fast as I can.”

“Do you?” Wonwoo can feel it now, the word vomit that’s borne of his inner turmoil. “You never make it home before midnight and you always leave me here alone!”

Junhui’s mouth is open now, hurt bleeding its way into his eyes. Shut up, Wonwoo. Shut up.

“You’re out there, spending your time playing pretend and not doing any real work, while I’m here stuck with handling everything! What the fuck, Junhui?”

There’s a furrow between Junhui’s eyebrows now. His gaze is darting around the room – he looks like a cornered animal. Why am I yelling?

“You’re being an awful boyfriend and I hate you!”

Something in Wonwoo breaks as those words leave his mouth. It’s not fair – he’s not being fair. He never let Junhui have a word in. He’s just been yelling awful things at his boyfriend – his boyfriend who he loves and doesn’t hate. He’s just so sick of being alone and of knowing Junhui’s out there, getting all romantic with a woman for cameras.

“I – I didn’t mean that,” Wonwoo croaks, curling into himself. “I – I don’t hate you. I – I love you, I just – ”

He bites down on his fist. Shut up, Wonwoo. He’s said too much; said too many things he wouldn’t normally think about, except for when he’s angry and alone.

“I’m sorry,” he says, breath hitching. “I – I’m so sorry. Junnie, baby, I – can I – can I come closer? I’m so sorry, I just – ”

Wonwoo stumbles closer on unsteady feet. Junhui just watches him. He doesn’t flinch away when Wonwoo gets closer, which is a good sign; maybe Junhui doesn’t hate him after all.

“Wonwoo,” Junhui breathes, arms wrapping around Wonwoo. The tears well up before Wonwoo can catch them, spilling down his cheeks. A sob tears out of his mouth.

God, he’s really the worst, isn’t he?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t deserve you,” Wonwoo sobs out, clutching onto Junhui like he could float away and leave him alone forever. “I don’t deserve you – you could do so much better, baby – ”

“Shut up,” Junhui snaps, burying his face in Wonwoo’s neck. “Shut the hell up. I don’t want better. I want you.” He presses a cool hand to Wonwoo’s wet cheeks. “I want you. Shit and all. Fuck, babe… if you weren’t happy, why didn’t you just talk to me? You know how you get when you bottle things up.”

He doesn’t deserve Junhui. Junhui’s too forgiving and too tolerant of his shit.

There’s a dreamy quality to Wonwoo’s voice when he sighs, “I don’t deserve you.”

Junhui’s eyes still twinkle, even in the shitty lighting of their new kitchen. “Maybe not,” he demurs, “but I still love you, babe. You and me, we’re forever, right?”

Wonwoo finally lets himself smile as he presses a kiss to Junhui’s cheek.

Forever sounds perfect.

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[jeonghansboys]

Gyuhao photo pack

I did a compilation of the gyuhao photos i used on my previous videos. You can access the photos here or download them here. The folder have 69 photos and 42MB. If you see wrong credits, tell me so i can fix it.

Enjoy!

[doogii-pd]

[Personal] Recap of my Seventeen fansign experience!

(Note: I wrote this on the train home from COEX mall after attending the fansign but I never posted it for some reason. Also, disclaimer - I didn’t actually partake in the event and get my album signed (tbh i dont even know how to do that lol) I was just an observer since it was in a public shopping mall. haha okay here goes...)

I just left COEX and I feel like word vomiting while I’m taking the train home. I was scrolling through twitter and looking at all the fansite photos taken from today, and it’s just so amazing that I’m able to say “aw yeah I remember when he did that!/I saw that moment!” I love looking at fansign photos/videos and I can’t believe I saw it all in the flesh today.

So quick recap - I KNEW that COEX would be chockablock full of fans, but because my bf and I were so jetlagged after our flights to Korea, we ended up going to the fansign later than I had planned. (btw I didn’t fly to Korea just for the fansign, it just so happened that the flights I booked back in April arrived on the same day! Talk about fate haha)

So when I got there (which was still 1 hour before starting time) there was absolutely NO WHERE to stand where I could have a clear view of the members. Everyone was packed like sardines and a lot of fans had stools and boxes to stand on to make them taller. 

So after walking around the fansign area a few times, I finally found a spot that I could take good photos by sticking up my selfie stick, but I couldn't see them with my own eyes because I'm too short :( 

Seeing this, my bf decided to run around the shopping centre and buy me some crates to stand on (he's the real MVP haha) while I manned my spot in the crowd. Though I ended up breaking these crates cause I was too heavy LOL they helped me to see above other fans heads for about 30 mins!

The boys finally arrived and, tbh the fansign was a very orderly event. The Going Seventeen album was playing full blast, and whenever Boom Boom came on, the whole crowd would do the fanchants. It was my first time being in the middle of such loud fanchants and it was pretty amazing! ^^ Other than that, as an observer, all I could do was watch the members and their interactions with the lucky fan in front of them, but it was fun watching them receive gifts and trying on accessories! Every so often, they would take a break from signing and start waving at us fans in the balcony which got everyone screaming LOL

Their seating arrangements during the fansign were in birth year groups? so ‘97 line, ‘96 line, ‘99, ‘98 line, ‘95 line - so I saw a lot of cute gyuhao, soonwoo and jihan moments! The members were actually pretty calm throughout since they were just signing most of the time, but they were occasionally the dorks we all know and love.

A little while into the fansign I noticed a girl sitting on the floor, and I saw that she was looking between the gaps of other fans legs. (Not as weird as it sounds I swear LOL the fans knew she was there and had made space for her) so in the end, I did that too! I sat down, got a great view of the boys AND gave my poor legs a good rest. I ended up needing to test my Korean skills by asking the Korean fans standing in the front row if I could sit in front of them - and from that point onwards, I had a great view! 

All the carats I encountered were superrrr nice. I know kfans have a reputation for being fierce so I was pretty scared, but they were all so kind - even though they knew I was a foreigner. Well I assume they knew, people bumped into me and I automatically said “sorry” in English so I’m sure they realised.

I stayed till the end of the fansign because I thought they would have one performance (like how they performed Pretty U at their last mall fansign) but they didn’t :( All in all, I was there for about 3 hours (while my bf was sitting somewhere in the mall watching netflix and waiting for me LOL bless him)

That’s pretty much it! Hope you enjoyed reading my recap, sorry I know it was a bit long and you probably didn’t even make it to the end but thank you if you did!! 

[woo-jaehyu-noh]

MEANIE X GYUHAO LAYOUTS, HEADERS, ICONS

seventeen’s meanie couple and gyuhao