#i think dk would love the perfectly cut scream.

[97-liners]

i wish we still had vine. i think booseoksoon + dino would do great on vine

[blue-bird-kny]

For Thirsty Thursday can I ask for edging with Shinobu? I understand if you can’t do it. I really love your writings!

dk if its because I don’t get enough of her (seriously if you have fics PLEASE send them over) or if its because she’s one of my top characters, but my little Bi heart soars every time I get a request for her. This is probably my favorite thing I’ve written so far so please enjoy~Amanda

Warning: NSFW, Fem!reader, edging, restraints,

( 1.1k+ words)

This all started as a fun game of teasing, Shinobu swearing that no matter what you did, you wouldn’t be able to bring her to her knees, get her to the point of being a trembling mess. “You're too soft for that hunny” she laughed. Well who was laughing now?

Shinobu’s hands were tied securely to the bedpost, her hair tousled haphazardly around her  flushed face. “Ahhh!” Shinobu shouted, desperate to finally reach her climax. You held the vibrating silicone stick to her clit, her legs twitching, literally chasing her sweet release. “Times up” you called again to Shinobu’s horror, her petty whines of protest filling the room; It felt like you’d been at this for a few, tortuous hours. A string of Shinobu’s arousal followed the toy as you popped it into your mouth, “I really thought you’d make it that time” you spoke around the object, “hmm you always taste so sweet.”

Shinobu’s thoughts were in a frenzy, when she offered to let you try after her stupid comment earlier, she didn’t think you’d be this successful. “That was what? Number 4? 5?” you questioned innocently, or at least as innocently as one could with a vibrator balanced against their lips. “Six” Shinobu corrected breathlessly; you both were fully aware that if she really wanted to, Shinobu could rip herself out of her confines, but that would ruin the fun. That would also mean that Shinobu would admit defeat and there was no way she was ready to give in. “Six? Aww I’m sure your poor kitty is tired” you straddled her stomach, caressing her face in mock sympathy. Shinobu flipped her bangs from in front of her face, sitting up as much as she could with a defiant smirk plastered against her plump lips, “ You sound a little too cocky for someone who’s as wet as I am, you haven’t even been touched”. A pout took over your features as you looked away embarrassed, the feel of your sticky juices lathering Shinobu’s stomach.

“Brats don’t get to come” you tried intimidating- that was her favorite nickname for you- “Eh? Is that true? But I’m always so good to you” she continued carelessly, “Just yesterday I-” the sound of the little machine whirring to life cut off her sentence, you turned it on to about half way. You both watched with bated breaths as you brought the pulsating toy against her perky nipple. “Ah-hmph” you swallowed the noise, pressing the toy against her bud. “You talk too much” you huffed, diving back into her hungry cavern, your tongues fighting frantically while you switched between each breasts. Even with your endless stimulation, you knew that this wasn’t enough to get her off, but it was enough to get her painfully close. You took your time exploring her mouth with your tongue, one hand holding your hovering frame while the other stayed tucked between your pressed chest, casually changing the setting of the vibrator with each switch, but never to its fullest voltage. You leisurely swivel your hips in small circles, using her waist as a source of friction, inciting small mewls to fill the air between you two.

You ended your make-out session after sometime, her breast a beautiful tender pink, “Aren’t you a nasty, trembling mess” you purred. Shinobu winced as your hand reached back, swabbing a long strip of nectar only to rummage between your own thighs, bringing the two sauces between your puffy lips. It was all too much; between the sight of you sucking your combined juices, the ever present pressure of your gushing cunt grinding against her, and the ache of her own mound, Shinobu was just about ready to do anything.

“Please”

The poor girl uttered the word in defeat, barely audible over your exaggerated licking. “Huh?”. A rosy warmth spread along her cheeks as she turned away bashfully, “please let me cum” she repeated a little louder. A wide smile graced your features, you leaned forward, afraid that you would never be able to see such an adorably vulnerable expression on your girlfriend's face again. A moment passed before Shinobu moved, raising her face mere centimeters from yours, “Please fuck my dripping pussy” she begged. That’s it, that fucked out, wrecked expression was what you were working so hard for.

“Only because you asked so nicely” you teased, eagerly shuffling down her figure, face to face with her drenched heat; Finally, the main event. You held the thick vibrator, coating it in her natural lubricant before easing the toy in inch by inch. Shinobu groaned in pain, her glistening hole happily accepting the stretch. “Look at that, you took the whole thing in so easily”. You tugged at her clit first, smooching the sore bundle lovingly, before fucking it with your tongue. You switch the vibrator onto its highest setting as you thrust in and out of her throbbing pussy. She cried out loudly in pleasure, her fist clenched tightly in her palm causing little crescent moons to mold the skin, pulling roughly at the cotton binds.

Shinobu came harder than she ever had, the force of her climax causing her to tear through her restraints with a loud crack. Her hips snapped against your face as she rode off her high, the toy buzzing against her g-spot. Shinobu was tremoring from the aftershocks when you pulled the toy from inside her, cum leaking out onto the sheets. “Gorgeous” you marveled at the creamy mess.

“What are you doing?” Shinobu asked, finally regaining her breath. You adjusted yourself back on her waist, sitting on your knees. “Did you really forget about me? I thought you should get a front row seat while I fuck myself since you’ve been so good for me” you moaned softly, the toy was still colored in Shinobu’s cum when you lodged in inside you tight hole. Shinobu smiled fondly; you never failed to amaze her. Your whines grew higher in pitch with each stroke, the powerful vibrations shocked you to your core. Your eyes shut as you cried, fucking yourself onto the vibrator, your juices squlching delicously. With a view so sinful, Shinobu couldn’t help herself as her manicured finger freely roamed your tense muscles, sliding her way to your perfectly pink nub, playing with the small bundle. Your eyes screwed shut, your mouth agape whining loudly in ecstasy, you were sure that all the other girls in the estate could hear your deafening screams. Your body stuttered as you came, your cum puddling on Shinobu’s porcelain skin, dripping down the sides. Your hazy gaze fell on Shinobu’s amused one, the both of your busting out laughing. “Lets go shower, we’re sticky” you called affectionately, leading your spent bodies to your private bath.

After a long, warm bath and changing the filthy bedspread, You snuggled close to Shinobu, the both of you sporting matching pajamas (it was totally Shinobu’s idea). “I won” you taunt with a grin, staring into her brilliant lavender eyes. She shared her famous close mouth smile down at your, her nails lazily tracing random patterns into your bare arm. “Technically you didn’t have me on my knees” she retorted. “Babe!”

[wennjunwho]

drugs & fallen kings

undisclosed pt. 2

3.8k Words

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2

You woke up to Mingyu’s arm wrapped around you, his breath prickling your neck. You looked down at his hand, the one holding your waist, little cuts adorning his knuckles; you intertwined your fingers between his, your thumb grazing over the injuries. That was the thing about Saturday mornings, as long as the first rays of light were visible you could do this, you could care. “You’re up early.” Mingyu’s voice stopped you in your tracks, your hand dropping his in an instant. It sounded throaty, deep and maybe a little tired, you turned around to face him; his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips. “You should go back to sleep.” You looked at the clock; 8:37 am. “I should get going.” You tried to sit up straight on his bed, the headache kicking in as soon as you started to jolt up. “Shit.” You muttered. Mingyu grinned. “Not even saying for breakfast, are we?” You shook your head. “Your choice.” Mingyu sat down painfully slow, grimacing every few seconds, his feet dangling from the bed evaluating if breakfast was worth the pain of standing up. You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m fine.” “I didn’t say anything.” Mingyu brushed past you, walking towards the door, he turned to look at you. Are you coming? You nodded. 

The Kim household always managed to surprise you, especially on Saturday mornings when you felt anything but worthy of it’s beauty. It wasn’t huge, only two people lived there constantly anyways, but it was nice. The ceilings where high, the spiraling staircase was  made of white marble as were most of the floor tiles. It was gorgeous, but not ostentatious, if you squinted hard enough it even looked like a home. “They have risen.” Martha stood next to the breakfast isle, her hair up in a bun. She couldn’t be older than sixty five, her hair had started to gray when Mingyu and you were just children, now it stood like a silver knob on top of her head. She smiled at the both of you, amused, her gaze lingering on your neck for a second too long. “Would it kill you kids to drink water after you go out?” “What’s the fun in not being hungover?” Mingyu replied, hugging her from behind. It always made you a little sad; how much he loved her, how he would never love his real mom like that. You shifted your bag strap over your shoulder. “I’ll get going.” “So soon?” Martha looked over at you and then at the bacon and eggs cooking on the stove. “Mom’s coming home later today;” Martha understood the weight of those words. Your mom flew in from DC once a week to check up on you. If anything was even slightly out of place she might freak out and take you with her. “I have to clean up a bit before she arrives.” Martha nodded, her lips a thin line. “She just wants to get away from me.” Mingyu whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Can you blame her?” The old lady smiled. “Say hi to your mom for me, will you?” You nodded.

 “I’ll see you tonight?”Mingyu asked, relaxing his hold on Martha. You looked at him, confused. “The game.” He said dumbfounded you didn’t remember. 

“You’re not playing like that are you?” Mingyu shot you a killer look, it hadn’t occurred to you he wasn’t planning on getting Martha to patch him up. “Like what?” She asked, not missing a beat. If looks could kill Mingyu had killed you ten times already in the past minute. “I’m just a bit battered up from last night, it’s nothing, really.” He leaned into the kitchen counter, grabbing a toast and biting into it. You could see how hard he was trying not to wince. “You can patch me up before the game.” He emphasized the before whilst looking at you. “I’ll see you there.” You rolled your eyes. “Sure.” The front door was only a few steps away. You waved at the both of them, bumping shoulders with Mingyu on your way out. “Seokmin told me we should bring swimsuits for the after party!” He yelled behind you. You grinned. “What makes you think I’m going?” He didn’t answer, he knew you were.                      ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Vernon:  ITS OUR LUCKY DAY Seen Sat. 12:13pm

You: ????? Seen Sat.12:14pm Vernon: Surprise drug tests in two hours Seen Sat.12:15pm                                              You: Who told you? Seen Sat. 12:15pm Vernon: Wonwoo had the intel Seen Sat.12:16pm Vernon: As always Seen Sat.12:16pm Vernon: Apparently they’re testing all the teams Seen Sat. 12:16pm Vernon: Maybe they’ll finally suspend me Seen Sat. 12:16pm                                        You: 10 bucks say you’ll get two weeks of detention   Seen Sat.12:17pm                                                You: What were you on last night anyways?    Seen Sat. 12:17pm

Vernon: I’d take you up on it but I’m not ready to lose 10 bucks                     Seen Sat. 12:18pm Vernon: That’s for the test results to show Seen Sat.12:19pm                                                You: Fingers crossed for your suspension Seen Sat.12:19pm Vernon: Thank you for the support Seen Sat.12:20pm Vernon: I’ll let you know how it goes Seen Sat. 12:20pm                           ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“I can’t believe it.” Vernon had been dragging his feet as you walked through the school’s parking lot, his gaze straight to the floor. “I could do heroin at this point and they’ll just get me off the hook with some community service.” “I don’t think they would,” Vernon looked up at you. “Picking up garbage might damage your good arm, they can’t risk it.” You grinned at him. “I’m glad you’re finding this funny.” Vernon threw his head back, his hands covering his mouth as he yelled “I can’t believe them.” Hansol’s voice lowered as you entered the football pitch. “At this point I don’t know what to do to get kicked out, he just fixes everything.” He. Vernon’s dad. He had been an NBA player once upon a time, a great one at that; Vernon could never really escape his legacy.

You had met Vernon freshmen year of high school and even then he hated the sport, hated what it did to his family, hated what it did to him. He tried to fail, but something in his DNA wouldn’t let him, and if being bad wasn’t going to work he started trying the second best thing; getting kicked out. “Those tests are bullshit anyways.” You answered absentmindedly as you made line for popcorn. “I mean Seokmin of all people turned out clean.” “That’s bullshit.” It always amused you how bad he wanted his drug tests to fail. Everyone else enjoyed the crookedness of the school; they couldn’t afford to lose their best players, not when half of the school funding came from the sports teams only. “I hate this place so much.” Vernon hit one of the walls with his hand holding it closely to his chest afterwards. “Ugh!” “You done?” You asked, walking towards the bleachers, popcorn in hand. Vernon gave you the stink eye.  “Is Seungkwan here already?” Vernon shook his head. “Minghao is saving our seats.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s doing it because he’s our friend…” He emphasized that last word. “And my supply’s running low.” He continued. Your hand flew, connecting to the back of his head. “Hey I need something to relax.” “Dumbass.” “Maybe he can give you something to fix that frown you’d had on all day.” You elbowed him a bit more harshly than you should’ve as you shuffled towards your seat next to Minghao, the crowd’s chants getting louder and louder as you approached him. Minghao smiled at the both of you, his eyes lingering on you a second too long. He had left early last night, you could tell. He wasn’t a big partier anyways, he just liked providing the party. “You have it?” Vernon asked him, bumping hands. “I’ll give it to you at Seok’s.” Minghao turned to smile at you. “Your hickeys are showing.” There was no indication on his voice as to if it was a dig or a statement.

“So?” You rolled your eyes at him, your voice barely carrying over the loud screams of the crowd, followed by the rip of a banner and footsteps, the football team’s footsteps.

“Is Mingyu not playing today?”  Vernon whispered in your ear. Your gaze flew to the sea of blue running around the field, trying to catch a clear glimpse of the one leading the pack. It took you a flash if his smile to realize his teeth were perfectly straight and white. Not Mingyu, Wonwoo.

You scanned the rest of the team and then the bench, a familiar sense of alertness washing over you. It made sense, you knew it made sense, but still…“He was pretty beat up this morning…” You settled for that. Vernon and Minghao burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes. “Not like that, like actually beaten up, bruised.” Vernon’s smile faded. “What?” His eyes widened. You felt a sea of relief flowing through you followed by uneasiness. He hadn’t told them either, for better or for worse he hadn’t told anyone what had happened. “Did he get into a fight or…?” “No clue.” You answered, biting the insides of your cheek. “He wouldn’t tell me.” Minghao took a deep breath next to you. “How are you so at ease with this?” You weren’t. Nothing about you had been at ease since yesterday night. The insides of your cheeks were starting to bleed from how often you kept chewing on them, your mind had been racing so much that you could barely get a few minutes of sleep last night; not that you would tell any of this to Minghao anyways. “It’s Mingyu, he’s not known for making hell but he’s also no angel.” You looked over at the field, towards Wonwoo; his eyes scanning the crowd just to land on you. You gave him a questioning look.

“Later.” He mouthed.

You nodded, looking back towards Minghao and Vernon. “He probably just pissed off the wrong person.” “I don’t want to think how much he had to piss someone off to not be able to play.” You had thought about it, how bad you had to want to hurt someone to leave those kind of bruises.  “They weren’t that bad…” you lied, knowing far too well they would see through it. “Martha probably just thought it wasn’t smart for him to play in that condition.” Minghao looked at you quizzically, he knew you were lying. You hated that he could do that. “Makes sense.” He said, pursing his lip into a thin line. “You don’t think he’ll miss DK’s party, do you?”

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He wouldn’t. If you knew something about Mingyu was that he would never miss a party. There was once when you thought that might be possible, a time where you thought that maybe, maybe he could sit one out; then he broke his leg junior year.

It was an ugly break, the type of break everyone thought he wouldn’t make a full recovery from. You remembered his leg, bruised and swollen; his face not quite in sync with his body from the shock. You could remember the gasps and the dizzy feeling that over took you. You remember his hospital room, full of flowers and the hospital smell that followed Mingyu for weeks after the fact. You remember how much it hurt him to stand up, how he did it over and over again, until the pain wasn’t more bearable but a feeling he got used to.

It happened on a Wednesday night, Saturday night he was already standing, fighting his way out of the house. His arguments weren’t convincing, you didn’t mention it then, but you knew how much pain he was in, but alas Martha gave up and there he stood, at a party, his leg in a cast. He got so drunk that night it took you, DK and Wonwoo to walk him home.

The leg still hurt when he played, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but you could tell. It was in the way he ran, how he was always cautious of his next step, how he put barely any weight on his right leg before switching to the left. He’d never admit it, and you would never bring it up, because that was Mingyu, he didn’t stop when he had to, he stopped when he wanted to, and something told you he didn’t want to stop just yet.

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House parties dizzied you a bit less. They were a lot like clubs in a way, but they felt more human. You were sure clubs were just social experiments controlled by the government sometimes. You walked around Seokmin’s house, it was a mess, chairs were flipped and drinks were spilled, cigarette burns covered the couch pillows, still looked like a home, a home full of crazy drunken people, but still a home.

You walked towards the kitchen, the music muffling as you walked away from the living room, it made you feel lighter, more in control. You took the cherry vodka from the assortment of bottles, it was almost full. You weren’t going to complain though. You balanced the possibility of pouring it into a solo cup, just to brush it out as soon as you started pouring; no one else liked cherry vodka anyways.

You took a sip directly out of the bottle, feeling the familiar burn of cough syrup going down your throat. “That shit’s nasty.” You heard a voice behind you say. You closed your eyes, awaiting for the voice to come closer.

“You people are just weak.” You told Wonwoo, who was holding a bottle of Jagger to his lips. “Anyways, I should congratulate you, captain.” The words felt wrong on your tongue, bitter.

“Captain.” He repeated. “That sounds nice.” He took another sip of the Jagger, containing a frown. “I have Mingyu to thank for that.” He clinked both of your bottles together.  “Have you seen him lately?”

You shook your head. “He’s not here apparently.”

Wonwoo hummed. “He’ll probably show up eventually.” He smiled. There was something about Wonwoo’s smile at night, it was almost blinding. You always looked at it like a safe point, no matter what club you went to, or how drunk you were, at some point in the night you were bound to see that smiled, and you were bound to hear those words. “Want to go outside for a bit? The pool’s free.”

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Hangovers and cold air didn’t mix well. Cold air and cold water didn’t mix well. Wet clothes and the  cherry vodka on your bloodstream didn’t mix well. It was a recipe for disaster and yet you followed it all too eager, all too prepared to face the consequences. The music was louder than ever on DK’s back yard, whilst the drunk people gathered around in the living room, the back yard was for the tipsy people, the people who could go near water without danger of drowning.

You walked into the back yard, your hand in Wonwoo’s, leading the way. You were laughing about something you couldn’t quite make sense of anymore. Maybe it was Vernon’s stoned thoughts, or Seokmin’s drunken rambles that seemed to go on for hours. All you knew is that without knowing there wasn’t ground beneath your feet anymore, and then there was water.

Wonwoo emerged from the water, his hair falling right on top of his eyes, blinding his vision. He brushed it away with his fingers, a smile on his face. “Aren’t you scared that people won’t find you attractive looking like that.” You pointed at his wet features. He didn’t look half bad. The party lights make his features softer, more approachable.

He laughed. “Like what? Like you?” He pointed at your wet hair, sticking to your cheeks at weird angles, little water drops falling from your eyelashes onto your lips.

“You bitch.” The water hit your face before you had time to react, Wonwoo’s devilish grin appearing in front of you after you wiped your eyes. You pushed some water his way, followed by a wave of water coming yours. Wonwoo kept moving towards you, the music from the party barely audible over the sound of water splashing and your laughter, until you were standing, your back against the edge of the pool.

“Ready to surrender?” He asked. You were tipsy, too tipsy, and so was he. You were on dangerous waters, Wonwoo moved closer to you, his gaze flying from his lips to your eyes. You knew that move too well, he had pulled it so many times in front of you, so many times had he pulled it on you.

Who doesn’t kiss their friends? The little voice in your head answered, and so you did, or maybe he did. All you knew was that Wonwoo’s hands felt cold against your jaw and your shirt was starting to feel like a nuisance.

In that moment, for the first time in forever you thought it was possible. He isn’t nice. Wonwoo was past pretending he was nice, he was past pretending to be good. Wonwoo’s breathing was loud enough to drown your thoughts. The chlorine in the pool masked the absence of weed and cologne, if you closed your eyes hard enough, the coldness in Wonwoo’s skin felt almost welcoming. Wonwoo’s hands grabbed your chin, pulling you away from the kiss just long enough to notice the water droplets covering his lashes. You kissed him again, the water around you rippling from the sudden movement. There were probably over fifty people around you, but you couldn’t care less. He wasn’t nice. He would never be nice. So what if he wasn’t Mingyu? He wasn’t nice, that’s all you cared about.

You were too drunk to even think about Mingyu. Too drunk to remember broken legs, and bruises, and entangled fingers on Saturday mornings. You were too drunk to worry about football games, and drug tests, and that little voice in your head that kept nagging you. You were too drunk to care, too drunk, and yet as soon as you heard his name you noticed how undrunk you felt. How his voice managed to sober you up in a matter of seconds. How it didn’t matter that Wonwoo wasn’t nice because the both of you had done this before and the ending was always the same. He wasn’t nice but he wasn’t worth it.

You placed your hand on Wonwoo’s chest, gasping for air, the cold finally starting to kick in. You locked gazes with him and he nodded. “I told you he’d make an entrance.”

Your gaze flew up towards the pool chairs, Mingyu was on one of them, something not quite right about the way he carried himself. He looked straight at you, smiling. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was bothered, even angry, but you did know better than that.

“Can I get your attention?” His words kept bumping into each other.

 It was magnetic, the way people looked at him, like he was the sun and everyone else was mere planets. Everyone orbited around him, never getting too close. Mingyu smiled, it took you a second to make out the bottle of Cherry Vodka he was holding, you had left it half way full, now it was empty. “I wanted to congratulate none other than your new football captain Jeon Wonwoo for his first win today.” New captain. You tried to retain the words but they floated away, leaving only the claps and cheering going around you. Mingyu locked gazes with you, the shadow of a smirk on his lips. “How does it feel not coming up second best for the first time in your life?”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. The words clearly stung. “Pretty great Gyu.” He looked over at you and then at Mingyu. “How does it feel coming up second best for the first time in yours?”

Mingyu walked towards the edge of the pool, close enough for the smell of weed and cologne to fill your nostrils. “It’s not as bad as you made it seem honestly.” He leaned in to leave the empty bottle of cherry vodka on the edge, right next to you, before walking away.

You got out of the pool as fast as you could, your knees and thighs scraped from the cement. The air was cold against your body; your wet clothes sticking to you, making you feel trapped. You followed Mingyu inside the house, leaving little pools of water as you walked. 

“I told you to bring a swim suit.” He said as soon as you caught up to him on the front porch, a cigarette between his thumb and index finger.

“I thought this would be more fun.” Your voice was unsteady, wavering. Your hands were shaking so hard you couldn’t keep them at your side.

Mingyu rolled his eyes, smiling. “Here.” He took off his shirt, the bruises fully visible under the party lights. You hesitated. “I’ll go get another one from DK’s closet, you can’t exactly go upstairs to get one without leaving a mess on your way, can you?” His words slurred a bit, but they were coherent enough, you could tell he was doing an effort to keep his drunken self at bay.

You took your shirt of, quickly putting on Mingyu’s. You felt a sudden warmth wash over you, followed by a rush of cold air bringing you back to reality. “Are you going to tell me why the fuck you weren’t at the game today?” For the first time in the last hours you had let yourself be irritated at him, worried, if you looked too much into it.

Mingyu’s eyes darted from one place on Seokmin’s front yard to the other. “I failed the drug test.” He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke little by little.

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re not going to answer truthfully, I’m…” you started to turn away from him when he grabbed your elbow.

“I’m telling you the truth.” He looked amused, almost like the thought was too ridiculous even for him. It was. “Ask them if you want.”

“That’s impossible.” The school could risk losing DK, or Wonwoo, Seungkwan and even Vernon before Mingyu. Football gave the school most of its funding, and Mingyu was the football team, he was the captain, it made no sense.

“That’s what I thought this morning.” He turned to look at you; the bruises looked more purple today than they did yesterday, darker, more painful. “But hey, at least I beat Vernon to it…” he laughed, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They found MDMA in Vernon’s system Gyu, what the fuck were you on that they would…?” consider it was worse.

“Does it matter?” He threw the cigarette butt on the floor, stepping on it. “They probably just wanted me out of the team for some reason. Who cares?”

You did. But the party was starting to make you feel dizzy, the cherry vodka finally starting to wear out. He only quits when he wants to. The little voice in your head whispered. Why would he want to quit? But the answer didn’t come to you then.  “Who cares?” you answered back, the ghost of a smile in both of your lips.

[all-appreciation]

Bucket List

4300 words

“Y/LN get in here.” I could hear my boss yell from the end of the hall. I just got off the job and he’s already screaming my name again. I let out a sigh and walk toward his office.

“Yes, sir.” I blatantly say.

“Lose the tone.” I nod in response and raise my chin to look him in the eyes. “I have another job for you.” I let out a soft sigh and take the folder from his desk. I flip it open to see basic information like his address and job, included is a picture of the man. He’s relatively young, only 21, and works at a small cafe in his neighborhood. Surprised to see he’s not in school.

“He doesn’t seem like anything special. No connections and no relative training in any of our fields. Why him?” I question.

“I don’t know and I don’t care.” He moved to sit at his desk, “You do your job and we both get paid. He is the requested target and I’m not gonna give up this money.” He took his attention from me to his computer, turning it to me to show the intended amount we were to receive. My eyes widened.

“I’m guessing I’ll have to do the recon before attempting to intercept?” I spoke as I closed the file and put it under my arm. My boss just nodded before speaking again.

“This is a big assignment, and we were told to expect to be here for the long run. You’ll have your work cut out for you and it will involve undercover work I’m sure. When you know his demand report back to me and we’ll move on from there.” he spoke with a tone of finality. “As always you know to be careful. I won’t lose you.” I nodded my head before leaving his office. I would need to start right away.

I searched around for an opening to rent close to my targets work and home. Luckily an opening was in his own building. Right across the hall from his apartment. I immediately responded and began renting the apartment. Knowing his work schedule would make it easy to start moving in as he’s arriving home. With any luck he’ll offer to help.

I was gonna have to move off base, meaning I would need enough things to make it look like I was living there for the long run. I’d have to borrow some stuff from around the base common room. It was easy to pick stuff up but moving the bigger things like the couch and bed into the apartment was done with help from my subordinates.

As soon as this Seokmin character got off work, I started moving my smaller but heavy boxes into the apartment. He matched his photo perfectly, big smile and all, and it seems I was correct about him offering to help.

I was struggling with a larger box when he walked by. He swung his bag across his back and walked toward me.

“Let me help you out.” he spoke placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, thank you. It was heavier than I expected.” I mumbled while discretely examining his figure. He lifted the box from my arms and walked toward the elevator. “I wouldn’t want you to carry it all the way though. I’m on the 10th floor. You can just place it down and I’ll carry it the rest of the way.”

“I couldn’t let a lady do that. It’s not a problem anyways, I’m on the 10th floor as well. I actually didn’t know there were any openings.” He placed the box down and stretched his arms. He actually looked pretty fit.

“Well I called the landlord as soon as I saw the opening. I’ve been wanting to move here since I came to Korea.” I pressed the button to our floor and turned to smile at him after I explained.

“Well I hope you’ll enjoy it here. The tenants are pretty quiet but it’s a nice complex.” He finished his sentence as the elevator dinged on our floor. I held the door as he lifted the box.

“That’s good to hear. I know it’s safe too. It’s nice to be out of the studio apartment and have separate rooms. Even the prices about match, it was a steal to be honest.” I explained as we walked toward my door. I held open my door for him and asked him to place the box by the couch.

“Well that’s a coincidence. I’m right across the hall.” he giggled out.

“That is a coincidence.” I blurted out with a smile. “It will be nice to know I have such a nice and handsome neighbor though.” I decided to flirt a little. I received that bright smile with a blush in return. He cleared his throat before responding.

“Anything else I can help you with?” he questioned while looking around the box filled room.

“I think that box was the last one actually. I’d invite you to dinner if it wasn’t such a mess, just as a thank you. Maybe...you’d like to come over for dinner when most things are unpacked?” I know I’d need to befriend him if I wanted to know his request, this would be a good way to start.

“I’d like that. I’m just across the hall if you ever need me...Oh my, I didn’t even ask for your name or tell you mine, I’m so sorry. I’m Seokmin but my friends call me Dk.” he seemed panicked when he realized he never asked my name, it was actually kinda cute.

“Don’t worry. I should have asked. I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you Dk. I’ll make sure to tell you as soon as I have this place cleaned up.” I walked him to the door. “Thank you again Dk. Can’t wait to see you again.” I watched as he walked across the hall toward his door. He smiled at me with a small wave before closing his door.

I lost the smile and closed my own door. I walked to the bedroom to open my laptop and update my boss. I explained that the boy was helpful and kind. He would be easy to gain the trust of and from there, simple to eliminate. I sent the email and then began unpacking the apartment. The faster I finished unpacking, then the faster I can end this assignment.

A new day meant finding something to occupy myself with while Dk was out. I could always break into his apartment to try and find information. Wait...that’s an idea. I know his schedule in detail and have plenty of time to get in and out before he even hangs up his apron. If I could just find the copy of his key I have. Maybe it’s in his file. I knew I should have put the file somewhere I could find it and not hidden in the bottom of a box. It was more than a hassle to dig out of the open boxes I have left to unpack.

As soon as that key was in my hand, I set up a loop video of an empty hallway to the security camera and quickly went into his apartment, door closed behind me. The place was neat and tidy. As to be expected. Nothing seemed out of place and nothing seemed remotely incriminating on any spectrum. Nothing of importance was in the kitchen or living room. The bathroom was spotless. No human lives this clean. The last place to look was the bedroom. It was a pigs pen. So it seemed the bedroom was where he kept his mess. This might take awhile to look through.

I started by rummaging through the bed, seeing a few dirty magazines under the mattress like a twelve old would do. The only interesting thing in his side table was a bible and pocket knife. Nothing in or on the dresser seemed out of the ordinary. The closet was sparse, probably because most of the clothes were on the floor or in the hamper. His own bathroom was cleaner and empty. This boy has nothing that would put him anywhere near my business. I decide to try one last thing. He has an old wooden headboard, I had one like it with a secret compartment.

I tap around the sides and front before moving to the back. One of the panels shifts and I’m able to pull it off. He has a hidden journal. I take a seat on his bed and flip through the journal. He talks about his friends and his job. He speaks of past relationships, but a continuous topic is love and how he wishes to find it. This boy has never felt love.

I place the journal and panel back, checking to make sure nothing is out of place in his apartment before leaving. I email my boss again with the lack of information and move to finish unpacking the last few boxes.

Just as I’m placing some pots and pans in the kitchen, there’s a knock at my door. I walk over and open it to see Seokmin. I lean against the door frame before speaking.

“Hey Dk. What can I help you with?”

“I grabbed some extra take out and thought I’d invite you over. I’m sure you’ve been unpacking all day and could use a break.” He has a shy smile as he holds up the takeout.  

“You don’t even know me.” I let out a giggle.

“I’d like to get to know you. I mean we are neighbors.” He smiles so wide, I can’t see his eyes anymore.

“I’d love to come over. I’d like to get to know you too.” I admit. “Let me just slip on some shoes real quick.” I run to my room, slip on my shoes, and grab my keys before locking my door and following him to his place. “You have a nice place. Better decorated than mine.” I can hear him let out a soft chuckle, it’s actually nice.

“Well you aren’t even unpacked yet. I’m sure you’re place will look a hundred times better than mine once you’re done.” He places the take out on the coffee table in the living room. “Go ahead and have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.” He moves to the kitchen as I take my shoes off and fold my feet under me as I sit down. He returns a few moments later, handing me a plate. We distribute the food and eat in silence for a few moments.

“So how old are you Dk?” I ask after swallowing.

“I’m 21. I’m sure younger than you.” he answers.

“Actually I’m only 20 but I’ve been working for years and have some inheritance.” I tell him. He nods his head and takes another bite. I want to flirt a bit, maybe he’ll open up. “Is your girlfriend OK with me being over?” He chokes a little before responding.

“Oh..uh...I don’t have a girlfriend. Haven’t for a while.” He mumbles.

“Oh. I just assumed someone as sweet and attractive as you would be taken. You also have that ring with the symbol. I thought it may have been a promise ring.” I shrug and take another bite. I glance up to see him looking down with a soft smile.

“Well it is a promise ring, just for my friends, not a girl. I actually haven’t had a long term girlfriend before.” He doesn’t look at me while he speaks. I place my hand on his folded knee.

“1. That is really sweet of you and your friends and 2.,” I move my hand back to lap, “ I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”

“What?” he gasps out. I snap my eyes to his at his outburst. “I’m sorry, it’s just...you are really attractive yourself. I thought for sure you had a boyfriend.” I giggle.

“I’ve just never found someone I connected to or saw as romantically attractive.” I look down at my lap before glancing back up at him, “Maybe someone will change that soon.” He lets out another bright smile.

We finish dinner with little silence. Continuing to ask each other questions. I tell him more about me than I intended but I felt so comfortable around him. Something I haven't felt around people for a long time. We even end up watching a movie late into the night. He, like a dork, walks me to my door.

“You didn’t have to walk me.” I lightly shake my head at him while unlocking my door.

“I know, but I wanted to.” He’s whispering. I prop my door open and tilt my head at him. He just smiles again. I shake my head and lean up to kiss his cheek, whispering out a thank you. I rush inside and watch through the peephole as he holds his cheek before turning to walk back to his own apartment, a goofy half smile on his face. I lock my door and rush to my room, heart beating fast. Seokmin is very open. I learned so much about him in the one night and for some reason, he makes my heart speed up. I can easily admit he’s attractive, anyone could see that. But I can’t admit that he makes me…..feel things I know I shouldn’t when it’s going to end the way it is. I go to sleep that night, plagued with thoughts of Seokmin and his sunny smile.

The next day I finish unpacking and go to the store for food. I wanted to make dinner for Seokmin tonight. I pick up the essentials for the meal I have planned and then extra foods for the nights I’m alone. I pay and rush home to start. I was out later than expected and get back around the same time as Seokmin.

“Hey Y/N!” he shouts when he notices me, “Need any help?” he motions to the bags. I nod and hand him a few bags, giving my arms a break.

“Thank you so much Dk.” We walk toward the elevator together.

“What’s with all the food?” He says holding up a few bags.

“Well I needed something to eat, can’t have take out every night.” He eyes some things in the bags as I speak. “And, I wanted to make you dinner. The place is all unpacked and even a little decorated how I like it.” He doesn’t respond so I continue. “You don’t have to come over though. It’s all up to you, I just wanted to say thank you with more than words.” The elevator dings and I walk out before he responds.

“No no no, I’d love to have dinner.” I could hear him jog up behind me. “I’m just a little surprised that you unpacked so fast is all.”

“Oh, good. You had me worried for a minute.” I giggle out. “I can tell you’re itching to change, why don’t you do that and then you can come over whenever. Dinner should be ready by six.” I unlock my door and take the bags from him, swinging open the door with my foot.

“I’ll be fast. Honestly, I’d love to watch you cook.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I even have some beers or a bottle of wine in the cooler. I’ll bring one over. Any particular choice?”

“Surprise me.” he winks at my response and rushes into his apartment. I shake my head a little and move to the kitchen. I just start to put things away when there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open, Seokmin.” The door swings open and he walks into the kitchen, placing a wine bottle on the counter.

“You seem the classy type, so I brought the wine.” He takes a seat at the bar stool to his side.

“Well I do always like a good wine, sometimes even a shitty wine. But I swear, if you would have preferred, beer would have been fine.” He shakes his head.

“Wine is fine with me, honestly I prefer it.” He folds his arms on the counter and places his head on them. He watches me as I start preparing the meal. Normally I would be uncomfortable being stared at, in any circumstance, but he makes me feel...safe, something you don’t feel in this line of work. We work in silence after that, the occasional ding from our phones, but it’s just him watching as I move about the kitchen.

“I’m about done. If you want, you can put a movie on. I have hulu, netflix, and a good number of DVD’s.” I say grabbing plates and glasses.

“Netflix and Chill it is. Anything specific you want to watch?” He asks from the living room.

“Something with a happy ending.” I start plating the food and here some beginning scene music play before it pauses. I call him in to grab the wine and glasses while I carry the food out. He comes out close behind me.

“10 Things I Hate About You, that’s a classic.” I comment as we both sit down on the couch. He just nods and pours the wine. “I’ve always loved this movie. Not my favorite but I love it.”

“What’s your favorite?” he hands me my glass.

“The Princess Bride. It’s sweet and funny.” I take a sip from my wine as he scoots a little closer to me.

“You’ll have to show it to me then.” He speaks as I pass him his plate. “This looks and smells amazing. I can’t wait to try it.”

“Well don’t wait for me, go ahead and dig in.” I start the movie and take my plate from the table to start eating.

We watch the movie in relative silence. We occasionally comment, cringe, or awe. Without my realization, the empty plates have moved to the table; my head has ended up on his shoulder and his arm around me. I don’t remember the last time someone has been close enough for me to smell their cologne, let alone held me like this. I actually really like it. The movie ends on a high note and me almost in Seokmin’s lap.

“You know what the one thing I want in life, the only thing I crave before I die?” he whispers out. I hum in acknowledgment and bury myself deeper into his side. “Love. I just want to fall in love. Truly love someone. Whether it’s just once or multiple times. Whether it lasts or not. I just want to experience true and pure love.” And there’s the one thing I feared. He had finally told me what he desired most and I would have to comply. I hate to say I wouldn’t mind falling in love with him, the problem comes with how I’d have to end it.

“That’s a beautiful thing to want and it’s not impossible.” I respond without looking at him. He lifts my head to his as The Princess Bride begins to play.

“I know it’s not, I just have to find her.” he looks into my eyes as he speaks and it’s like I can’t control myself. I lean up and place my lips on his, my hand moving to his cheek. I pull away slowly and whisper against his lips.

“Maybe she’s closer than you think.”

The movie is over without me realizing. I was too caught up in my thoughts. I walk him to the door and he places a kiss against my temple before he walks to his own apartment. The door closes quietly behind him and I return to the living room, moving the dishes to the sink. When I sit back in the living room I notice the quarter empty bottle of wine and decide something.

I have feelings for the one man I shouldn’t.

I spend the next hour drinking from that bottle of wine. Unluckily my tolerance is high from years of drinking, I never get the buzz I truly need. I update my boss on what’s occured, leaving out the kiss. The night ends with me in bed, contemplating my life. From where I began to where I am now. I always thought what I did was noble, the only person who lets someone live their last wish. I’m starting to wonder if anything I do is right. If my whole life has been a series of wrong decisions.

The next couple weeks is mostly a blur. I end up asking Seokmin out on a date and he does the same in return a few days later. We have dinner and movies at least 4 times both weeks. Sometimes we just go on walks and talk. I’m constantly learning new things about him. Things I’ll treasure. I’m growing more and more attached; I grow to like him more and more every day.

I’m falling in love with him.

I’ve never had this happen. I’ve given men and women alike sex. I’ve let some murder. I’ve spent months learning the ins and outs of a single person and I never grew attached. But Seokmin....He’s different, special. Everything he tells me seems like the most interesting thing in the world. He eyes shine like the sun when he talks about what he loves and his smile. My god his smile. From the small quirk of his lip to the smile that makes his eyes invisible, it’s like the brightest star in the sky, the one everyone is wishing on. I’m in deep but I don’t want to come back to the surface.

That weekend he asks me to be his and I say yes, not because I have to but because I want to. I want to live in this dream for as long as I can.

Throughout the next 2 months, I give my boss sparse updates. I tell him as little as I can while making sure he doesn’t question me. I tell him about the date Seokmin has planned for that night and that He won’t get and update ‘til the next day.

I change into some comfortable clothes and grab a couple pillows and a blanket. Seokmin is at my door a few moments later, wish a kiss on my cheek he takes my hand and leads me down to his truck. I place the blanket and pillows in the backseat and take a seat shotgun.

We listen to music as he drives us toward the river. He parks close by and we go toward the riverside to set up the blankets and pillows to lay on. He pulls out a little radio from the picnic basket and turns it to our favorite station. We lay down by each other and stare into the night sky.

“You hungry?” I hear him whisper from beside me.

“A little.” he sits up and I follow, crossing my legs. He pulls out some still warm containers and hands me some utensils.

“I’m not as good as you, but I thought I’d try cooking tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck as I open the container.

“I’m sure it will taste amazing.” I unwrap and open the container, taking a tentative bite of the rice and fish. After the initial bite, I realize how good it actually tastes and take a few more bites. “This is really good.” I mumble through a mouth full of food. I can hear Dk chuckle before he starts eating too. I Can hear the muffled sounds of Taeyang’s Wedding Dress as we stare out across the lake. I finish before him and start to sing along. He finishes moments later and puts away the empty dishes, pulling out a bottle of wine.

He pulls my legs over his and we drink in the soft silence. I can hear the crickets under the music and the soft flow of the river. I finish my glass and place it down by the basket, moving to lay down beside Seokmin’s reclined body. He joins me a few moments later, placing one arm behind his head and other beneath mine. I have no idea how long we lay there together, just listening to the other breath and the sounds of nature.

My Love by Lee Seung Chul comes on, it’s one of my favorites. I can feel Seokmin shift to his side and pull a pillow under his head, wrapping his other arm around my waist. He starts to softly sing along into my ear, I subconsciously move closer. I turn to face him as he sings. He never fully looks at me as he mumbles along. Until..

“...I Love You.” He looks directly into my eyes when he sings the last line. He raises the arm from my waist to the back of my head and pulls my lips to his. I mumble an ‘I love you too’ against his lips before pressing my body to his, as close as possible. I kiss him until my lips are numb and then I do it again. I know this could be the last time I ever feel this.

He takes me home that night. We exchange I Love You’s at the door before going separate ways. I immediately email my boss and tell him the mission will end soon. That I’ve given him his last wish.

I sleep through the next day, past the time Seokmin gets home. I spend the night and the next day thinking about what to do. I love him. God I love him so much but I have a job to do. I don’t know what to do.

I have to tell him.

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Slipping Into The Diamond Life: A Beginner's Guide To Seventeen

So you've heard of Seventeen, maybe even liked a few of their songs, but are afraid of stanning such a big group. You might have also heard this buzz about them being the only group featured on the show "One Fine Day" twice. You're curious, but you aren't sure where to start. No fear! This WTK Carat will guide you so that you can cascade— I mean slip��� into the Diamond Life. I have come up with thirteen steps to "Boom Boom" your way to becoming an official Carat. Let's begin! Step 1: Know the Basics Seventeen is a self-producing idol group from Pledis Entertainment. They write their own songs, compose, and create their own choreography. Seventeen has thirteen members. Their name comes from having thirteen members, three sub-units, and one overall team. The sub-units are the Vocal Team, Hip-Hop Team, and the Performance Team. Seventeen debuted on May 26th, 2015, with an hour-long showcase. Carats got their name from their song "Shining Diamonds" which was their unofficial debut song. Carats were born on February 14th, 2016, during their Boys Wish concert. Step 2: Their MVs Check out this link for an amazing playlist of all of Seventeen's MVs and songs. Step 3: Their Shows Reality Shows: 17 T.V. This is their pre-debut show where they play games, perform plays, practice, and share in antics. Note that there were more members back then! 17 Project This is their debut show where they must go through missions and challenges in order to debut! 13 Castaway Boys/One Fine Day Here the boys thought they were going to have a very nice (pun intended) vacation, but they soon learn they're stranded! Where is my Friend's Island? They go to Jeju— Seungkwan's hometown! 5 Ducks: The Ranking is up to Me Seventeen ranks products. Variety Shows: Weekly Idol The Qmentary MTV Idols of Asia Step 4: Know The Members

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups)- He is the leader of Seventeen and is well known for taking care of his members. Big and sultry eyes? Yep, that's S.Coups. Can't miss him. He is also the leader of the Hip-Hop Team. Fun Fact: S.Coups' name comes from his own name plus the phrase "Coup d'etat" which is French for "a blow against the State."

Yoon Jeonghan- Formerly the long haired member, Jeonghan is known as Seventeen's angel. Now all you have to do to spot him is to look for the guy with the 90's boy band cut and the perfectly symmetrical face, and you've found him! He is a sub-vocal on the Vocal Team. Fun Fact: Jeonghan is known for getting the other members to do things for him.

Joshua/Jisoo Hong- As one of the American members, one might think his Korean isn't up to par, but that can't be furhter from the truth. Known as the "Gentleman" of the group, you can find him by his big doe eyes, cross earring, and polite smile. He is a sub-vocal on the Vocal Team. Fun Fact: He doesn't like ramen that much.

Wen Junhui (Jun)- Jun is one of the Chinese members and is a stunning visual. You can recognize his long protruding nose (more noticeable in his profile), and if you see some shenanigans in the background, it's usually him. He is the lead dancer in the Performance Team. Fun Fact: He can speak both Mandarin and Cantonese, as well as Korean.

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi)- He is one of the many jokers of the group. Known as "10:10" because his eyes point in the 10:10 directions on a clock, he is the member with both sexiness and aegyo. He is the leader of the Performance Team. Fun Fact: He is the biggest SHINee fanboy.

Jeon Wonwoo- Though he may look intimidating onstage, in reality, he's an adorable puff. You will know him by his deep voice and piercing stare. He is a lead rapper in the Hip-Hop Team. Fun Fact: He is afraid of dogs, though it's uncertain if it's just big dogs.

Lee Jihoon (Woozi)- The shortest member of the group (5'4-5'5) and the producer. He composes and writes most of the lyrics for their songs. You can't miss him really, everyone towers over him. He is the leader of the Vocal Team. Fun Fact: He can play the clarinet, drums, piano, and the guitar.

Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom/DK)- Considered to be one of the best voices of Seventeen, DK is known to be a powerhouse vocal. With a long face and a dashing smile, you might have a hard time looking away. He is the main vocalist of the Vocal Team. Fun Fact: His favorite music style is rock.

Kim Mingyu. Mingyu is the unofficial visual of the group (no official visual has been stated). As the tallest member, you won't be able to miss him. He is the lead rapper of the Hip-Hop Team. Fun Fact: He loves doing his members' hair.

Xu Minghao (The 8)- The other half of the China Line, The 8 is known for his B-boying and martial arts skills. With pointy ears and a precious smile it's no wonder he's known as the "Fairy." He is the Lead Dancer on the Performance Team. Fun Fact: His favorite season is summer.

Boo Seungkwan. Another powerhouse singer, Seungkwan has the pipes to please. Known for his high cheekbones and sass, you'll have a hard time not finding him in the group. He is a main vocalist of the Vocal Team. Fun Fact: He is allergic to tomatoes.

Choi Hansol (Vernon)- Being half-Korean and half-German/French-American, Vernon's looks often get compared to a young Leonardo DiCaprio. With smoldering eyes and a wolf-like smile, he'll either be your bias or bias wrecker. He is the main rapper of the Hip-Hop Team. Fun Fact: Of all the members, he is the one who gets scared the easiest.

Lee Chan (Dino)- As the maknae, one would expect him to just be cute, but Dino is way more than that. With a chiseled jawline and dance moves that Michael Jackson could be proud of, Dino is hard to miss. He is the Main Dancer of the Performance Team. Fun Fact: Both of his parents are dancers, and his father opened a dance studio and taught Dino how to dance. Step 5: Friends of Seventeen DK, Mingyu, and The 8 are a part of the '97 Line group chat with GOT7's BamBam and Yugyeom, NCT's Jaehyun, and BTS' Jungkook.  Samuel, a former Seventeen trainee who is now a contestant on Produce 101, has maintained a friendship with the group. Ailee is Woozi's longtime friend from their trainee days. MonstaX and Seventeen have been friends since Seventeen's debut and even played basketball together. Seventeen lost. Joshua and V from BTS share the same birthday and have formed a friendship from it. BTS and Seventeen have a low-key friendship, but their fans know they admire one another. Suga and Woozi will even copy each other's wardrobe. Nu'est and Seventeen go way back to their trainee days. Newly debuted group Pristin has been friends with Seventeen and even performed together in their trainee periods. Chanyeol of EXO and Woozi formed a friendship in the studio due to the fact that they both love creating music. Look-alikes idols Jun and Heechul of Super Junior formed a friendship when everyone noticed their striking resemblance. GFRIEND and Seventeen have a lasting stage friendship with more than one performance together. Step 6: Inside Jokes To wake up Hoshi, one must say "Hoshi fighting!" And he'll wake up screaming "Fighting!" Jeonghan: Dino nugu aegi? (Whose baby are you)? Dino: *sighs* Jeonghan's baby. Anytime Joshua says his last name, all his members yell "Hong!" "Hong!" Can't find Jun in an interview or during a broadcast? That's because he's been covered by the logo again. Jeonghan is known as the "Angel" because the spelling of his birthday (10/04) sounds like the word angel in Korean. However, Jeonghan is not always an angel since he pranked The 8 once by telling him to pay with abalones rather than money. Kimbap Kidding BooSeokSoon, the gag trio Seventeen pre-school "Why does chicken heal your heart?" "Drink water" Thughao...IMMA! Woozi with a guitar is dangerous. Mingyu is actually Mingeww. He is always coughing and sneezing with no tissues. Carats=Carrots Dokyeom's horse Jeonghan's giraffe DK's pigeon Wonwoo's Beast dance cover And tons more! If you have watched those videos in steps two and three, you'll know these jokes. Step 7: The Memes Step 8: Get To Know The Fandom Chat with other Carats, and tell them all about your bias(es). Join a group on Facebook or chat on forums. Official Fan Cafe Other Fansites Step 9: The Albums Here you can see the beautiful packaging of Seventeen's albums. Unboxing Albums. Step 10: Their Social Media Follow all if you can. Official Site Instagram Twitter Facebook Jun's Weibo V Live Step 11: The Official Colors The official Seventeen colors are Rose Quartz and Serenity.

Step 12: The Ships The Most Popular: Jeongcheol (Seungcheol and Jeonghan) a.k.a The Parents Meanie (Wonwoo and Mingyu). Jihan (Jisoo and Jeonghan). Verkwan (Vernon and Seungkwan). Junhao (Jun and Minghao) a.k.a China Line. Soonseok (Soonyoung and Seokmin) Ships on the Rise: Hoonhan (Jihoon and Jeonghan). Junwoo (Jun and Wonwoo). Minhao (Mingyu and Minghao). Jiwon (Jihoon and Wonwoo) a.k.a WooWoo. Soonhoon (Soonyoung and Jihoon). Unpopular Ships: Hoonsol (Jihoon and Hansol). Mingcheol (Minghao and Seungcheol). Jichan (Jisoo and Chan). Seokkwan (Seokmin and Seungkwan). Jeongsol (Jeonghan and Hansol). Step 13: Their Awards A list of their well worked for wins and nominations. List of Awards. So are you a Carat now? Be sure to join their Second Fanclub Recruitment going on now. Just see their official site for details, and make sure to watch the new season of Seventeen's "One Fine Day" on March 31st for their second appearance! Comment down below if you found the guide helpful or if there was anything missing we should have included. Are you a fan of Seventeen? Let us hear all about your love for this funny and talented group!

    Kim (Paradoxicalsuds) is a writer for What the Kpop and has been a devoted K-Pop fan for almost ten years. An avid SNSD, GOT7, FTIsland, and AOA fan, Kim has been in love with K-Pop since the original debut of TVXQ. While she watches new MVs or K-Dramas on her laptop, Kim enjoys tea, begging for affection from her cat, making jewelry, and writing fiction.  Media: As Credited Click to Post