#jihoon smau

[xinganhao]

🌼boyfriend!jihoon x reader.

jihoon loves you and you love him. it sounds plain and simple, but the saying rings true: what is done with love is done well. ୨ৎ happy woozi day! ♡

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ lily of the valley by daniel. bad by wave to earth. for lovers who hesitate by jannabi. pretty boy by the neighbourhood. tell me, will we survive? by pryvt, hanuel, hnta. green by 12bh. l-o-v-e by rocco. when it snows by 1415. when you love someone by day6.

240526 #woozi 🌟 if i were to have a small greed, it’s that i will be able to see everyone for a long time. thank you for being with me. thank you for walking with us. you did well today.

[kozukensgf]

ot13 reacting to a "our kids will/would be so cute" text? ❤️🍒

what a cute prompt 🥹 ty for requesting cherry ilysm for this!

bf texts with OT13! hyung line

seventeen reacting to "our kids will/would be so cute"

character(s): scoups, jeonghan, joshua, jun, hoshi, wonwoo, woozi

genre(s): smau, fake texts, crack, fluff

warning(s): none

masterlist

hyung line || maknae line

taglist:

@worldpeaceforyoongi @sunooslover @forever-atiny @qockiness @mystverse @blaycke @jaslwr @weird-bookworm @clownprincehoeshi @aaa-sia

[scoupsbicepvein]

When the weather gets colder, with Woozi...

TW: like two suggestive lines, still minors don't interact

Hi

A short (again) Woozi text, I'm planning on posting something longer later this week or at the start of the next one so for now I might post some little text fics

[to-mi-yo]

drunk confession ੈ✩‧₊˚

part ONE part two

pairing: woozi x fem!reader

genre: mini smau, crushes to lovers

contains! : mentions of alcohol, drinking, being drunk, yn is seungkwan's cousin

summary: s.coups and woozi are working on a new song but end up wasted in the bar. it's middle of the night when you get a text from obviously drunk jihoon.

note ! english isn't my first language so please keep that in mind! <3 i will update another part soon so stay tuned if you're interested! lowercase intended ༊*·˚

[woozvc]

unchained melody

part one | part two | part three | part four

(a/!n - initially this was supposed to be VERY angsty but I decided last minute to not make it so sad <3 be grateful<3)

synopsis — mingyu can't help but be curious as to why his roommate is suddenly writing a love song

pairing — woozi x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, mingyu is nosey asf

warnings — cursing (let me know if I missed anything!)

taglist🔖—

@qaramu @enchantingbrowneyedgirl @odxrilove @spilled-coffee-cup @superbbananananana @wonuulvr @thepoopdokyeomtouched

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

" moonlight 😨 sunrise 🤫"

STAN TWICE!!!!

previous/next/masterlist

@aestheticsluut @minghaossv @minhwa @miriamxsworld @bmnyy17@sulkygyu

[gallivantingheart]

Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

masterlist | previous |

⏮️ chapter 13: amaide ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 2670

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: some course language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: THIS IS IT! THE END IS NIGH. He’s a long one, that’s for sure. Thank you for anyone who has stuck through and tolerated every drawn out update - I appreciate it very much and hope you enjoyed it anyway xx

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

TAGLIST: @strykiss, @karrotkarrotkarrot, @3sriracha, @minkwans, @annakemi, @chaseyui, @noniesgirl, @gyubagebin @kookiedesi​ @binniebutter​ @wonwooslibrary​​

You sit at the train station, the rain bucketing and splashing your legs. You can barely stand to check your phone.  Already, you can see the headlines: Princess To-Be Disappointing No-Show. That and the tens of voicemails probably piling up in your message bank. The disapproving hum of your mother, the squealing worry of Mingyu and Minghao. Soonyoung’s barely restrained desperation mixed with understanding only he could have. The guilt churns thick and slow in your stomach, a monster ready to rear its ugly head. But, amongst all that and your blurring tears, you find one you don't expect. Jihoon.

Your finger slips on a raindrop as you tap it.

“Hey. Uh, look. Whatever you're feeling and whatever you decide, it'll be okay. We'll still be here for you at the end of the day. But please, come home. We're all worried. Your grandmother is still waiting for you at the embassy. Everyone is. But, I'll be at home - uh, my place if you need me. Please, just be safe.”

There's another one, from an unknown number.

“Y/n,” your grandmother. “I know you're scared. I'm sorry if you ever felt like I was pushing you into this. So much has been riding on your shoulders, all so soon. And looking back, we should have waited. I should have waited. As much as I may not have looked it, I always cared. You’re family, our legacy. I'll still love you, whatever choice you make.  You could never disappoint me - anyone. I love you.”

That's all you needed. Mingyu's attempt at motivation could fall flat, Minghao terrible with your specific type of sympathy. Even Soonyoung’s familiar reassurance or anything your parents could ever say wouldn't sink in. They were all you wanted to hear. Grabbing your bag, you take off running, back to the bus stop back into the city. You might never make it. But you'll give it a damn shot. Violently struggling to tap on your transport pass, you slump into a window seat by the front, sighing in relief as it begins to putter away.

The scenery gets gradually slower and drivers’ thick brows furrow. You sit up wearily as we splutter to a stop, the air brakes whooshing anyway.

“W-why are we stopping?”

He turns to the few of us seated. “We've broken down. Probably the oil or something. I’ve called the depot and we’ll have a replacement shortly. Just sit tight.”

“We - what?” you squeak, getting up into the aisle. “No, no no no! I've got to be at the Amaide embassy! I have a ball to go to!”

He shrugs, opening the doors to let air in. “Sorry, Cinderella.”

You climb out the vehicle, out into the rain again. The road is straight and relatively unmarred. You'll have to run. Shouldering your bag oddly, slinging both straps of the duffle over each shoulder you start to sprint.

It's a bad, short lived sprint. Why you don’t think of a taxi is beyond you.

Your chest is heaving with pain, and so are your legs, crying out for relief. You look to the sky, unforgiving and heavy. You throw your side into a wall as you drag yourself along the footpath. You'll never make it.

“Oh - my - god. This is - how I die. Dead in a - in a puddle.” You sniffle through heaving breaths.

Leaving against the wall, you try holding back another sniffle before giving up, rubbing at your cold, running nose instead.

A car honks. Dropping your head down, you see the official envoy pull up, the door kicking open and the drivers’ window roll down. Junwoo and...Jihoon?

“Come on, princess. You're late!” the bulky man calls with a smirk.

You push off, throwing yourself into the leather seats. Jihoon is across from you, sitting neatly in his simple black suit. God, he looks good in it.

“Thank you for finding me.” You smile.

“Well, after that text and then you didn't show up, something had to have gone wrong. And Junwoo was going out to look for you anyway. Queen's orders.”

You sink into your seat as he passes you a towel. “Gotta love Grandmother.”

“She wasn't giving up on you too soon.” The stocky guard in front says through the open partition. You catch his smile in the rear view mirror. “Especially when Jihoon showed up.”

You pat your arms down and rub furiously at your hair. The cold is only just starting to sink in, wetting the leather under you and sending a shiver through your torso. Jihoon sighs and tosses another fluffy towel over your legs. You slide side to side on the seat a little as Junwoo zips through town while trying to be reasonable.

“Oh well, I'll definitely be making an entrance. Not the prettiest thing to ever get out of an Amaide envoy. Certainly not very princess-like.” You chuckle, throwing the first towel helplessly round your shoulders.

Jihoon’s gaze is warm on you, for once resting for more than a few moments in your direction. His pitch black hair is rustled from the gale that the rain brought with it.

“You're always beautiful, Princess.” He hums.

You laugh breathlessly, ducking your head. He was always so soft-spoken but never failed to make you at least a little flustered.

“How come you were ready so soon?” You squint at Jihoon.

“I was ready even before you messaged me. Call it intuition, but I had a feeling I’d end up here tonight, whether you knew it or not.”

The embassy houses are starting to pop up and you know you're close, even though the rain hasn't let up. You would never have made it in time with your ridiculous idea.

Junwoo pulls up an umbrella and the lot of you usher yourselves inside. Jihoon is swept away in the backstage madness, with not even a chance of goodbye. Soonhee is standing in her soft champagne dress, sash in red over her shoulder and across her middle. She smiles warmly and you don't care how much her dress costs for once as you barrel into her. She makes a soft grunt with the force but delicately wraps her arms around you.

“Thank you for not giving up on me. Sorry I'm late.” You mumble into her shoulder.

“Of course. You're a Park at heart. You're strong enough to make the right decision. It may not have been easy or kind and it might have taken a little while, but you're here.” She says haughtily. “Now, I’ve stalled for as long as I can but that means you're going to have to go out there as you are. There's no time left.”

How did everyone but yourself know you were gonna be here? 

You pull back to look at her with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you can't do any more? I don't want to go out like this for you or Amaide.”

Soonhee shakes her head. “I'm sorry. But, I think this will do. It’s...how do you say, authentic. I am glad and incredibly proud that my people will be in your hands.”

Soonyoung has wormed his way back behind the heavy velvet curtain. He giggles at the sight of you.

“Hey Boss! Bit late?”

“Just a little. Weather is vicious.” You shrug.

He slings an arm around you, rubbing fondly at your hair under the towel. “Say what you feel. It’ll come out right. See you after.”

You swallow and nod. Soonyoung gathers the queen up with Junwoo and they both exit down a short hall to the main ballroom. You sling the towel round your neck for later. Someone would announce you when you were ready. And you had to be ready now. You glance to an attendant to your left and nod resolute, heaving a calming breath.

You hear your name and the curtain pulling away to warm bright lights and a podium ornately carved with lemon tree motifs - you know, you watched them pull it out from storage. There’s the violent, sickening shutter of cameras but you hold firm, plastering on a nervous smile, your towel slung round your shoulders.

Your grip is tight on the wood as you lean into the mic. “Hello. Good evening. I apologise for the wait - the weather is a bit horrendous.” A smattering of laughter from press and guests. The lights aren’t blinding but you’re trying not to focus on the many faces on you. “Thank you for attending tonight. Amaide’s freedom and independence has always been our pride. But, I understand if that’s not really why you’re here. And that sort of sucks. Because our country and our people should not boil down to the latest tabloid gossip. We have a thriving tourism and agriculture sector and are one of the few modern societies with a very active and well-functioning monarchy - and a matriarchal one at that. We should be celebrating its freedom and everything that makes it what it is. But, I digress.

“As of half an hour ago I was sitting at a train station in the pouring rain, running away from all of this. And think about it, three months ago, I didn’t even know about this world. And I didn’t think I was ever going to be ready. You’ve all seen my face more in these last few months than anyone ever has all my life. These events have turned the lives of myself and everyone I care about upside down. They have borne this mess none of us ever asked for. I love them all so much that I didn’t want to ruin my home.

“But - oh but. Amaide is home for millions of people. And it could be my home too. I mean, you all just heard me wax poetic about a place I’ve never been. But, it is part of who I am. Who I am going to be. I would never dream of hurting it. I’m so desperate to take care of my home, always have been.

“So with that in mind, I make my claim as Princess and heir apparent to Amaide’s throne - to the future.”

You smile and the delegates make raucous applause. Camera shutter click and flash but you hold steady. You have claimed your birthright. Now it's time to make the right impression for once.

You tip your head. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to dry off a bit before I catch the flu! Please, enjoy your evening.”

You’re ushered off to the side stage then around the back to servants quarters. Antoni is violently brandishing a round brush and Dyson Air Wrap like a club.

“Where is the Princess! Chop chop!” He cries out.

Massive, calloused hands are firmly on your shoulder blades and shove you into his direction - damn Junwoo, enjoyed any pain that you endured. His eyes light up then he goes pasty.

“This? This is my canvas? Ey, I have my work cut out, huh?” He shoots you a look. “Always the hard road, hmm Princess? Come come, we fix.”

You are whirled up the staircase where Antoni makes quick work of you. The gown fits perfectly, all those fittings paying off in the speedy transformation. Antoni knows what he’s doing, determined as he works around you, drying your hair out for some more control.

“I try to keep you a little natural - we want a good, open impression of you, Princess. Looks can be everything, huh?”

Your hair draped behind your ears and up off your neck in twists and layers where you didn’t know where your hair began and ended. A glittering hair comb, part of the private collection, just like the heavy set necklace that rested against your collarbone, dazzling and weighty. Antoni claps his hands, triumphant. “You are done - beautiful! My work is perfect! Come, the queen will give tiara.”

The embassy is no longer daunting, the staircase not a passage to doom. You turn to Antoni and tip your head.

“Thank you, for your help tonight.”

He scoffs and waves you off. “Is honour, Princess. I must go and ready myself for the people. They will all want to know who dressed the future queen of Amaide.”

You laugh as he whirls back out the way he came and you look to the attendant again, motion to call.

“Announcing Princess Y/N, of Amaide.”

The red curtains part and you step back into the light.

The queen holds a sparkling tiara, the most stunning thing you’d ever seen. This, you hadn't organised. Your grandmother was quite secretive about this part, insisting it was something she must do alone.

She raises it and you tip your head down so that she could place it on your head. “This was my first tiara, also gifted by my grandmother at my coming out ball. I was not meant to be queen. Neither were you. Now look at where we are. Now you must shine.”

A round of applause and your sight falls on your mother's eyes glassy and red as she smiles, her applause one of the few that mattered at that moment.

When you step to the main floor, you are swarmed by diplomats and the like with congratulations. Soonyoung is by your side in a heartbeat to mitigate them as quickly as possible, while turning the lights on even more and the strings rising in. A lot of greetings and thank you’s and “look forward to discussing the topic of choice with you at a later date.”

Then, as soon as you’d finished, the people fell away and you spot Jihoon by a pillar, close to the string orchestra. Of course he was where the music was.

I sidle up next to him, watching the orchestra. “Evening.”

He glances at you and smiles. “Evening, Princess.”

“How’s your night been?”

“I did meet the conductor here. Got some tips, had a chat. I can keep myself busy.”

You mock frown. “That’s the conductor of Amaide’s Philharmonic Orchestra, you know - the queen pulled out all the stops. But, I had sort of hoped you would be at least a little bit bored. What am I supposed to do to top that for someone like you?”

“Not sure. Maybe become princess?” Jihoon smirks.

“You’re annoying. Lee Jihoon, will you do me the honour of being my first dance partner?” You pout up at him a little, clasping your hands in your lap. “I saved it for you. Even over my own parents!”

“Of course. How can I deny that?”

He guides you gently out to the mosaic floor, settling you in front of him. In your time training and with Jihoon as a music major, you yourself have come to appreciate the string set playing tonight - you might not know the song, but it’s very beautiful and fits the energy of the room. He starts with a simple, not very royal, sway. With your meticulously manicured hands slung up round his neck, you let the fact that this is your first dance as princess, in public, cameras shuttering only metres away fall to the back of your mind. You’re happy that this moment would be one of the first pictures for the news outlets. You wanted it documented.

“Are you sure you’re okay with a princess as a potential girlfriend? We’re very prim and proper and not very fun. We certainly shouldn’t be going out for fried chicken and drinks on a weekly basis.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure you can make an exception.”

“For you?” You quirk a brow.

Jihoon gives you an unimpressed look. “Yeah, I guess for me.”

“Well, of course then!” You laugh. “Anything for you!”

And after all this, you really mean it. He grits his teeth and grins, tightening his grip on you and giving you a forceful spin that has you cackling. Jihoon doesn’t even get tangled in your dress!

“I didn’t know you could dance.” You chirp.

“I’m a music major. I’ve got rhythm.”

“Shut up.”

final notes: well, here we are. the end of an excessively drawn out two...three? year journey. i hoped you enjoyed it as much as i did. and i certainly hope i did justice any sort of expectation you may have had walking into this. thank you so much for all the support, i promise it did not go amiss! who knows? maybe i might pull a “princess diaries 2: the royal engagement” just to be funky...

[shuafiles]

svt text reaction when the reader writes them a dirty pick up line??

I don't know, this sounds like it would be fun🤍🤍

seventeen texts: sending them a dirty pick up line

CONTENT | nsfw texts, vulgar language, cringe pick up lines, female reader

A/N | im not sure if this is what the request wanted but hopefully i did okay </3

[princessleechan]

You’re the man! masterlist

⚽synopsis: After your university cut your soccer team to prioritize the men’s team, it’s natural you have a falling out with your then soccer-star-player boyfriend and impersonate your twin brother at the rival university to play on their men’s team. Wait, it’s not? Oh well.⚽pairing: afab!reader x ot13 (??? Member) ⚽genre: humor, romance, crack, eventual smut ⚽series tags: MDNI, she’s the man au, revenge au???, cross dressing!reader, reader identifies anything but male, sports au, queer themes, university au, love-whatever the fuck kind of shape, tags will vary per chapter ⚽status: COMPLETE ⚽started: April 1st, 2024 - July 31st, 2024 ⚽Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated

Profiles #1, #2, #3

Chapters

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

| 6 (Written 18+) | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

| 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 (written) | 15 |

| 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 (written) |

| 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |

| 26 | 27 + .5 | 28 | 29(written) | 30 |

| 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 |

| 36(written 18+) | 37 | 38 | 39(written) | 40 |

| 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 + .5 |

[xinganhao]

⭐ jihoon x co-producer!reader.

⌗ ┆the main post of this is from the svt gets jealous ft. producer!reader series. something special under the cut! <3

⭐ excerpt from cables and crackle .ᐟ

as i'd mentioned in the special jihoon 'chapter', i've had a brewing story with a similar plot to the req that an anon sent me. and so (surprise, surprise!), you can find the full one-shot over at my main. here's an excerpt + feel free to assume that these texts happened in the same verse. <3 (probably a little prelude, tbh.)

The drive home is the most boring and uneventful thing ever— except when Jihoon looks in his rearview mirror. The sight of you disappearing into the distance makes him feel strangely hollow and a bit wistful.

His stomach gives a weird, twisting lurch, and he's tempted to make a U turn right there and then and find a reason to be back in his company.

Maybe he'll tell you just how alone he can sometimes feel after an album is completed. How there's always this sort of lull in the days, hours after his work; how he fights it off by doing more work, even if it's not all that necessary.

He wants to ask if you ever feel the same way, too.

But you had never really been a part of that loneliness, and now you were leaving. And— just for the night— Jihoon can't help but feel more lonely than ever.

He doesn't want to be lonely.

He wants to be left alone, in a company of his own thoughts, with nothing and no one to distract him. But, for some odd reason, he wants you around.

It's almost too much to bear, so Jihoon turns the radio on louder and lets the sounds of music drown out the patter of his ragged heartbeat.

FULL FIC:

bonus pt. 2: more facetime calls with jihoon + the one time jeonghan got a hold of jihoon's phone (... and a reveal of jihoon's contact name for you 🤭)

[kozukensgf]

bf texts with Seventeen! hyung line

[req by 🐨 anon] long distance relationship with Seventeen!

genre: crack, fluff, one shots, smau, fake texts!

character(s): scoups, jeonghan, joshua, jun, hoshi, wonwoo, woozi

masterlist || maknae line

this is for 🐨 anon <3

[lololololchips]

HI GIRLLL!!! I wanted to: 1. You are soooo amazing like literally BCS your texts just make me laugh SOOO out loud and my overall day better than it was!! 2. I Was wondering if you could do more woozi bf textss 🎀 thank you and have a lovely day😍

thank you hehe this made me smile😘😘

finally got this done after SO DAMN LONG IM SORRY

Lee Jihoon || even more more more bf texts with woozi

genre: one shot texts, fake texts, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes

[wifeyoozi]

Woozi Boyfriend Texts (mostly crack, suggestive)

(been wanting to make something smau for long time but I am so bad it lol but I managed to make some bf texts cuz I love this genre)

[to-mi-yo]

drunk confession ੈ✩‧₊˚

part TWO here's the link to part one !

pairing: woozi x fem!reader

genre: mini smau, crushes to lovers

summary: s.coups and woozi are working on a new song but end up wasted in the bar. it's middle of the night when you get a text from obviously drunk jihoon.

note ! second and last part ^^ sorry i just had to add the written part, i couldn't resist it lol

lowercase intended ༊*·˚

it was before 11 when you woke up, seungkwan still deeply asleep. you looked through the window, noticing how nice the weather was, perfect for a long stroll. you smiled, thinking about making breakfast for you and seungkwan. you've gathered all the ingredients for some waffles but stopped right away when you remembered. jihoon's messages. you immediatly grabbed your phone, checking for a new message. and there it was.

"is he fucking serious?" you asked yourself, not hearing seungkwan entering the kitchen. "who are you talking to? and about?" "look!" you exclaimed, shoving your phone into seungkan's face. emotions showing on his face went from confusion to shock and lastly to anger. "is he fucking serious?!" "that's what i said!" "what was he even thinking? confessing his huge fat ass crush on you, then saying he didn't mean it?" seungkwan shook his head. "fucking dumbass" he passed the phone to you which leads you to unwillingly reading the messages again, a sad expression growing on your face. "so…" you begin, tears welling up in your eyes "he doesn't like me after all."

[woozvc]

unchained melody.

part one | part two | part three | part four

synopsis — mingyu can't help but be curious as to why his roommate is suddenly writing a love song

pairing — woozi x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, angst, mingyu is nosey asf

warnings — cursing (let me know if I missed anything!)

taglist🔖—

@wootify @enchantingbrowneyedgirl @odxrilove @spilled-coffee-cup @superbbananananana @wonuulvr @thepoopdokyeomtouched @winterwallacehenderson @zzenkha @hrts4hanniehae @sp1ng @weird-bookworm

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

Oblivious ~

In which Jihoon is obviously in love with his friend, but she's oblivious. (Or is she?)

OR

In which Jihoon, One of the most popular guys on campus slowly breaks his cold exterior for Y/N.

STARTED:: 05/27/23

COMPLETED:: TBD (final chapters :,) thank you all for following along 🤎)

Lmk if you want to join the tag list :)

Profiles. 1 | Profiles. 2

"Yeah you're my favorite :)"

" die 💋"

" 😻😻 jihoon 😻😻 "

"leave."

"The pose ‼️😈🔥"

" YOURE EMBARRASSING "

" lmao skill issue "

" Why he kinda "

" copycat "

" and soonyoung "

" 2012?!?!?! "

"ni!!! not even!!!!"

" I'm a man so 🍻🦅🏈"

" moonlight 😨 sunrise 🤫"