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hanniescookie · 2 months ago

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are you bald yet? - yjh

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre/warnings - fluff, established relationship, idol au, 250316 jeonghan and that's a warning, tiny bit suggestive, mentions of showering together, use of petnames, kissing, reader is a simp for jeonghan (so are we all), not proofread

word count - 1K

summary - you come home to find through the internet that your boyfriend is apparently bald.

author's note - i took a nap bcs i was exhausted from screaming over this jeonghan and when i woke up @wonkierideul asked me to do smth about this haired jh SO HERE IT IS!!! this is also for my fav hannie stan @kissbyoon bcs we'll both forever remember just how crazy 250316 jeonghan made us 😣😣😣

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You blinked at your phone with your mouth agape as the fan taken video played on the screen. Your heart jumped to your throat, and you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

There was no way your boyfriend was bald.

Especially not without you knowing.

You knew he was going to meet Soonyoung and Jihoon, and that he had dinner with Cheol. You knew he was going to come home to you after that. But he did not mention shaving his head off even once.

The more you squinted at the low quality video, the more you died a little inside.

Jeonghan knew how much you loved his hair and how happy you were when he didn't have to shave it all off. But now, it made sense because he had to go for basic military training. He could have shaved his head.

Why would he not tell you, though? You were beyond mad. You wanted to be prepared for the sight. He even promised you he’d let you shave it all off if he ever had to.

Now he couldn't just show up to your apartment without a strand of his pretty hair on his head.

You were going to cry.

You dialed his contact in a hurry, your teeth gritted as the phone rang.

“Are you not asleep yet, love?” His voice met your ears through the phone, and it was so sweet that you almost melted. Almost. Not entirely.

“Where are you?” You asked, your tone dangerously low and the line went silent for a while. You almost thought he ended the call, but then his voice came, still as soft as cotton. “I'm on my way back. Is something wrong?”

You shut your eyes, trying to contain your frustration but failing at it. “First, you spend your whole damn day off with Cheol as if he's your girlfriend, then you don't even call me once in the last four hours, and then you go bald without even telling me?! Really Jeonghan?!”

There was silence on the other end again before you heard his soft laughter. It took you a few seconds to realize that the sound of his laughter was not just coming from your phone.

Your head whipped to the door of your bedroom where he was standing with a shit-eating grin on his face.

His head was covered with his hood, and you couldn't help melting on the spot this time. Any thoughts of his hair or his day not spent with you flew out of the window when he walked closer to the edge of your bed and opened his arms.

You jumped into his embrace, melting in his warmth that you missed beyond your own comprehension. It had been long since you both had time for each other, and with his service it was even harder.

His arms wrapped around you firmly, and you could feel him smile as he pressed a few kisses in your neck. “I spent the day with Seungcheol because you were busy and I needed company. I didn't call you in the last four hours because you told me you were at a team dinner,” he paused, pulling away to see the pout on your face before continuing as he pulled the hood off his head. “And I'm not bald.”

You gasped, backing away from him a little to properly examine his new look. It made your jaw drop to the floor.

“You—”

He rubbed the side of his neck with his palm sheepishly, his smile turning hesitant. “The boys said I look more manly. What do you think?”

It had been long since you were dating Jeonghan, yet you felt your heart beat in your throat at the sight of him. “Wow— you… you look so hot, hannie. I'm not even kidding.”

Any hesitation he had on his face flew right out of the window. He smirked slightly, adjusting his spectacles. “Really, baby? You think so?”

You sighed, not really believing how attractive he looked. You loved his long hair so much, and you always asked him to not cut it short. But right now, you felt a little too feral, and a little too lucky to have him all to yourself.

“Oh God I need to kiss you right now, come here,” you took a step close to him but he laughed and stepped back. “No no! I need to shower first. I stink, and I didn't want to hug you like this too, but I couldn't resist. Now let me wash up first. Be nice and wait for me, yeah?”

You looked at him astonished as he grabbed his spare clothes from your closet. You wished you could smack him right across his beautiful face. “Jeonghan. It's not fair how you always make me chase you, you know?”

He bit his lip, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. “I'm not making you chase me, love. You wouldn't like kissing your stinky boyfriend. It's for your good.”

You whined. “You're not stinky! You smell like yourself! Cotton candy and marshmallows and—”

You paused when you felt his lips against yours, warm and soft as he briefly kissed you. He giggled against your mouth, pausing to take off his spectacles. “Do you think you'll be fine if we shower together after this?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, cheeks reddening slightly as you nodded. “Yes because you're too hot right now for me to let you go.”

“Yet you said I smell like cotton candy and marshmallows.”

You giggled, running your hand on his extremely short hair. “Good lord, hannie how in the world do you look so good?”

He laughed, hugging you tighter against him. “Stop this or I'll call you a simp.”

“I am a simp.”

“You stopped me from showering to kiss me. Where did that go?” He looked at you, his eyes narrowed in disappointment. You smiled innocently. “I'll do a lot more than just kissing, baby. Are you fine with that?”

“As long as you shower with me later.”

Your lips found his within an instant.

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seventeenreasonswhy · 8 months ago

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Camping with Seventeen!

OT13!Seventeen x GN!Reader

You and your boyfriend, <SVT member> go camping!

Content: fluff i guess? haha, cracked seventeen! 🤪, some members like the outdoors more than others, some mentions of alcohol

SCOUPS

Would talk a big talk about how capable he is of setting up camp. You would be hiking all day, a little farther into the woods than you’d intended because Seungcheol kept urging you to keep hiking, even though you were tired. So you end up in a weird place without much clear ground to pitch the tent on, but Seungcheol insists that it’s the perfect spot. Pretty much everything goes wrong! Your tent poles snap ? the ground is too wet for the fire to get going, it’s starting to get dark... Seungcheol ends up pouting, his pride wounded after you set up the spare tent you brought and the fire, saying he’ll only smile again if you hand feed him s’mores. 🙄

HANNIE

You don’t go camping with Jeonghan, you go camping with Hannie. Hannie looks like a princess but actually likes catching bugs and roughing it! He’s so cute camping it’s crazy. You keep turning around thinking that you’ve lost him but he’s just crouching looking at a leaf he thinks is pretty. Then you have to run to him before he touches it in case it’s poisonous! Hannie is chaotic! And adorable! He’s getting into all kinds of almost-dire situations on this trip. You end up exhausted every night trying to keep up with his fearless approach to the forest, but then he cuddles into you under the stars and you forget he ever did anything wrong!

JOSHUA

Somehow has the best equipment and knows exactly where to go and what to do! The surprises are endless with this guy! He wants to go cliff diving, he wants you to take a picture of him hanging from a really tall branch, he wants to explore a very suspicious and scary-looking cave... Joshua is a risk-taker! And the great outdoors do not scare him! He would eventually pick up on your exhausted expression but he would ignore it haha because he’s having too much fun! Only to surprise you again with how extremely cuddly and sleepy he is by the end of the day.

JUN

why are you bringing a domesticated cat into the woods! pouts about not bringing enough food, forms a hostile relationship to the bugs, stays secured inside the hood of his sweatshirt all day and into the evening until you make him some hot chocolate over the camping stove you brought and he perks right up. would get bored and want to explore the forest, which you discourage because it’s too dark now. you didn’t know what to expect camping with moon junhui, but somehow you have a singularly fun time.

HOSHI

So fun to go camping with! Hoshi is a good sport with a lot of energy, so he’s an ideal hiking companion. He’s good at staying on track, setting up camp, making the food and keeping it safely out of any animal’s reach... you guys have a blast and take a bunch of cute pictures in front of the fire. You cuddle to sleep under the stars! Hoshi loves the outdoors, especially with you!

WONWOO

He'll be the first to admit that he's not the most outdoorsy person but he also doesn’t want you to think he’s incapable so he spends the weeks leading up to the trip researching tips and good equipment/brands online. You can tell that he wants to impress you, because he keeps cutely telling you fun facts the plants on the path and what to watch out for. You tease him for acting so reluctant to go camping when he clearly ‘knows his stuff’ lol. Sweet Wonwoo would be so cute about a camping trip with you.

WOOZI

Hates this idea lol. Woozi is for the indoor girlies. It’s not like he HATES the outdoors, but he’d much rather have a quiet getaway in a nice hotel, or even a cabin. You guys would compromise by renting one of those posh Airbnb tiny houses in the woods. It’s got amenities and great views of nature, so you’re both happy and end up having a fabulous time together.

THE8

Minghao and you go camping all the time! You both love being out in the quiet of nature, and have a fun time hiking around, gently observing the good views of the forest together, and meditating by a stream/waterfall together. Very peaceful activity for both of you and you make a point to go camping together at least a few times a year!

MINGYU

Capable king. Even if he doesn’t camp that often, he is good at it. His biggest challenges are fitting inside the tent and getting scared from random noises at night. But you think it’s cute how he goes from sexy mountain man to scared little baby so fast. He wakes you up in the middle of the night because he thinks he can hear a bear. it turns out to be a cute little raccoon. but that doesn’t matter because Mingyu screams loud anyway, trying to shoo it away from your garbage. Camping with Kim Mingyu is fun!

I can’t imagine a more unserious person to go camping with. He would be super gung-ho at first and react really cutely to all of the beautiful nature (pretty much all he says for the first hour or so of your hike is “Wow!!” and “YN look at this!”) but he gets more and more annoyed with all of the bugs and then gets very scared when it gets dark. Luckily you set up camp before it gets too dark out, but DK is still clinging to you for protection. He excitedly agrees to your challenge of a s’mores eating contest to distract him but he ends up complaining—saying he ate too much while pouting and blaming you. Never a dull moment with DK!

SEUNGKWAN

You initially scoffed (before you could hide it) when Seungkwan suggested that you two take a camping trip, but now that you’re here at the campsite, it’s really nice! You realized that Seungkwan’s version of camping is more like glamping, which you’re lowkey relieved about because you weren’t sure if you could handle really roughing it with Seungkwan overnight. But you end up barbequing together and getting a little tipsy—laughing and talking very late into the night together.

VERNON

Very comfortable with letting you take the lead as you hike and is helpful setting up the camp but not exactly experienced. He hasn’t been camping since he was a kid and he doesn’t try to hide it haha. Vernon is so cute. He does exactly what you tell him to do and gets really excited to make smores. His whole expression is filled with wonder, like he’s discovering the great outdoors for the first time.

DINO

Would put on an impromptu performance by the campfire (which was set up mostly by you but he insists he was the one that really got it to light). But you two make a perfect camping trip team. You’re the logistics and he brings the pizazz. You end up camping at pretty close to other people, but you enjoy the less isolated vibe as you drink and grill into the night!

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jinmindeulle · 2 months ago

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lee jihoon as your baby daddy | text au

you are on a work trip and your hubby keeps you updated! woozi's version

all baby daddy aus here!

pt. 2 hyung line here! maknae line here!

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dinoandguitar · 2 months ago

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"..Coffee?"

Idol!KwonSoonyoung x Staff!Reader

The first time Hoshi saw her, he nearly ran into a wall. It wasn’t dramatic like a slow-motion movie moment, but it sure felt like one.

She was standing near the practice room, listening intently to one of the senior staff members. Her clipboard was tucked under one arm, her head tilted slightly as she nodded along. Then she smiled, small but bright, like it came naturally to her.

Hoshi, mid-step, completely lost focus. One second, he was walking out of the practice room, and the next... BAM!

He smacked right into the doorframe.

"Hyung!" Dino yelped, catching his arm before he could stumble too hard. "Are you okay?" Hoshi barely heard him. His ears were ringing, and not just from the impact. He glanced up quickly, praying that she hadn’t seen..

She had.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, her lips parting like she was about to ask if he was alright. Hoshi panicked. He spun on his heel and speed-walked back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Dino blinked at the now-closed door before turning to the staff members. "Uh… he's fine... I think.."

♡

Over the next few days, Hoshi became painfully aware of her presence. She wasn’t around all the time, but when she was, he turned into a full-on puppy-eager, flustered, and ridiculously obvious about his crush.

"Hyung, you're staring again," Joshua said, nudging him as they sat on the practice room floor.

"I'm not!" Hoshi hissed, even though he absolutely was.

She was across the room, checking something on her clipboard while chatting with another staff member. She looked so calm and professional, and here he was, sweating over her mere existence.

Jeonghan smirked. "You're wagging your tail."

Hoshi shot him a glare. "I do not have a tail."

"You might as well with how excited you get whenever she's near."

Hoshi groaned, dropping his head onto his knees. This was ridiculous. He was Kwon Soonyoung, SEVENTEEN’s performance leader, the energetic one, the confident one. Why was he turning into a shy mess every time she was in the same room?

♡

His crush only got worse when he actually interacted with her. One day, she was passing out water bottles after a long practice session. Hoshi was mid-conversation with Mingyu when she walked up, holding one out to him with a soft smile.

"Here, you looked like you needed this," she said.

Hoshi forgot how to speak.

He stared at the bottle. Then at her. Then back at the bottle.

"Hyung, take it," Mingyu muttered.

Hoshi finally snapped out of it, grabbing the bottle way too quickly. "Thank you!" he blurted out, his voice a little too enthusiastic. She laughed—a soft, amused sound that made his heart go haywire. "No problem," she said before moving on.

Hoshi turned to Mingyu, gripping his arm. "Mingyu-yah. Did you hear that? She laughed at something I said!"

Mingyu looked unimpressed. "She laughed because you were weird."

"Doesn't matter," Hoshi whispered, clutching the water bottle to his chest. "She laughed."

Mingyu sighed. "You're hopeless."

♡

The teasing only got worse when the other members caught on. One evening, Hoshi was lingering near the break room, psyching himself up to talk to her. "Be cool," he told himself under his breath. "Just go in, say hi, and act normal—"

The moment he stepped inside, she turned and smiled. "Oh, hey Hoshi!"

He froze.

His brain blanked.

"Uh-hi! Coffee!" he blurted out. "I mean...you’re drinking coffee. Nice. That’s… great."

She blinked. Then, to his horror, she giggled."Yeah," she said, looking amused. "Do you want some?"

"No!" Hoshi yelped, then immediately regretted it. "I mean, no, I just-I was gonna- um…"

She tilted her head, waiting. Hoshi took a deep breath. Okay, just say it.

"I was wondering if...maybe...you’d like to get coffee with me? Not like this coffee but like outside coffee. With me. Together. If you want."

A long pause.

Then, she smiled. "Are you asking me out?"

Hoshi swallowed. "Yes?"

She laughed, soft and genuine. "I’d love to."

Hoshi blinked. "Wait, really?"

"Really."

He barely managed to hold back a victorious cheer. Instead, he gave a very enthusiastic nod, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "Cool! Great! Uh, I’ll text you!" he said, practically vibrating with excitement.

As she walked away, Hoshi turned the corner and immediately collapsed against the wall. His heart was racing. His hands were shaking. His entire body felt like it was on fire.

And as he entered the practice room, he knew he was in for some good teasing by his members. And as embarrassing it will be, Hoshi didn’t even care. Because he had a date with her.

And that was all that mattered.

#svt #seventeen #svt fluff #svt dino #hoshi #horanghae #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung #svt x reader #svt fanfic #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #seventeen x reader #say the name seventeen

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kyeomkuppie · 11 months ago

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Say it again!

Pairing: Jeonghan x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: In which the mighty Yoon Jeonghan was rendered speechless by just three words.

You were absentmindedly flipping through the pages of the book you were supposedly "reading" which, just a heads up, you were holding it upside down.

Occasionally glancing at your boyfriend who had been sitting next to you for the past 15 minutes. I mean it wasn't really strange for you to stare at your boyfriend but your frequent sighs with your slightly pouty lips made him absolutely lose it.

Were you upset? Was he the one who upset you? Was the prank he set up a few days ago too much? Were you hungry? Touch-starved? Tired?

Jeonghan is patient, really patient even, but when it comes to you, he's everything he swears he's not. And when you release another big sigh, it was the last straw for him.

"What's wro-"

"I love you." You barely whispered.

"Huh?"

Jeonghan.exe has stopped working

"Why would there be anything wrong?" You furrowed you eyebrows.

No response.

"Hannie? Earth to Yoon Jeonghan?" His cheeks were flushed and words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to say it back but he was rendered speechless by just three words.

Was it too random? Was the timing not right? Was it not natural? All these questions raced through your mind as you saw his reaction.

You were about to apologize but he pulled you into a hug. Tighter than usual. Warmer.

Just three words that he realized you said for the first time. The three words that were unspoken yet expressed by actions every moment you two spent together.

He never knew something so simple would cause the snarky Yoon Jeonghan to shut up— no, to be forced into silence.

He snapped back into reality when you apologized for the timing again.

"Say it again." He loosened his hold on you a bit.

You tilted your head slightly in confusion. "Say what again?" You knew he had heard you but it was about time the tables had turned. You making Jeonghan flustered wasn't exactly on your bingo-card this month, but you were certainly enjoying it.

It was the first time you had said it. He had said it numerous times, but for some reason after 6 months into your relationship, you'd realized you've never actually said it.

"Say what again?" You tried to hide your smile.

"you know" he clears his throat "those three words."

"Ahhhh, those three words." You put emphasis on "those"

"Say it."

The way he was looking at you with those eyes, pleading for just one more time. How could you ever refuse him?

It was now you who was getting all shy "I love you." You say once more but clearer.

You could feel his smile on your lips as he gave you a quick peck.

"God when will you stop driving me crazy." He hid his face in the crook of your neck.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

I apologize for any mistakes since English isn't my first language <3

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miiniiiyaaa · 2 months ago

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goodmorning to you too cheol

#seventeen #scoups #choi seungcheol #seventeen scoups #say the name seventeen #caratland

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riseokau · 23 days ago

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CINEMATIC LOVE

Theme: bestfriends to lovers

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x fem reader (yuna)

w/c: 5k

Warnings: kissing, a little of angst

story: A quiet rooftop movie night, a soft drizzle under the stars, and two best friends who have spent years dancing around their feelings for each other. As the world fades away, they find themselves facing the unspoken truth they've both been waiting for. In a moment that's neither dramatic nor flashy, they discover that sometimes the most perfect love story is the one that's simply theirs.

a/n: got this idea while listening to cinematic love by dokyeom. Also this is my very first one shot if there's anything that you think I should change plz so tell me and I'd love to know your thoughts!

Seokmin's POV

"You need a main character moment."

It was something I'd been rehearsing since the morning.

Not because it was profound or anything — I mean, come on, it sounded like a line from a coming-of-age film with a slightly-too-quirky male lead. But it was the kind of thing Yuna would smile at. Not roll her eyes — well, maybe she'd do both — but the kind of smile that tugged at the side of her mouth before she realized she was giving it away. That was always the goal.

The sun was still hanging high when I left my apartment. Hot pavement radiated up through my sneakers, and the air had that sticky warmth that made every fabric cling to your skin. Typical summer in the city — loud, sweaty, alive. Kids laughing in the distance, a dog barking from a balcony somewhere overhead. The kind of day that was made for ice cream and spontaneous plans.

And yet, I knew where she'd be — probably holed up in her apartment with the curtains drawn and her laptop screen glowing judgmentally at her.

She hadn't said as much, but I could tell. The texts had gotten shorter. The calls came less often, and when they did, there was a weariness in her voice. Like even talking was one more thing she didn't quite have the energy for.

I climbed the steps to her building two at a time, heart pounding slightly from the heat more than the effort. Still, I paused outside her door.

Three knocks. Sharp, but not rushed.

There was a moment of silence. I could hear soft music playing inside — something instrumental and moody. Typical Yuna soundtrack when she was deep in her own head.

Then the door creaked open.

And there she was.

Hair tied up in a lazy bun, loose t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, her glasses slightly askew. She blinked at me like she'd just come out of a nap, or maybe a fog.

"Hey," she said, voice low and scratchy in a way that somehow made my chest ache.

I held up the two paper tickets like they were winning lottery numbers.

"Movie night," I said. "Rooftop screening. 7:30. You, me, and a critically-acclaimed love story with subtitles."

She squinted at the tickets like they were written in another language.

"It's Wednesday."

"Exactly."

"That's not a reason."

"It is if you're free."

"I'm not."

I tilted my head. "Really? What pressing plans do you have? Intense scrolling? Judging yourself for not writing? Alphabetizing your sticky notes?"

Her mouth twitched, and for a second, I saw it — the ghost of a smile. She sighed and leaned her shoulder against the doorframe.

"I'm just... stuck, Seokmin," she murmured. "The words aren't coming. I feel like I'm floating in place."

"Which is why," I said, stepping closer, "you need a main character moment."

There it was. I said the line.

She blinked.

Then laughed, soft and incredulous, like she didn't mean to. "Did you rehearse that?"

"Maybe."

Her smile cracked through fully now, and I swear, it lit up the entire hallway.

"I've got snacks," I added. "Your favorite — the caramel popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth and makes you hate yourself a little bit."

"You're really playing all your cards."

"And I brought a blanket. Just in case you try to use 'city breeze' as a dramatic excuse to cancel."

She studied me, eyes narrowing slightly — not in suspicion, but like she was trying to see through me. She always had that look. Like she was reading a line I hadn't said yet.

"Is this a pity invite?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"No," I said. Too quickly. "I just... I thought of you. That's all."

She didn't say anything. Not at first. Just looked down at the tickets, then back up at me. Her expression softened, like she was letting go of something heavy she didn't realize she'd been carrying all day.

"Okay," she said quietly. "Just let me change."

I exhaled — probably too visibly — and she smirked as she turned and disappeared into the apartment.

While I waited outside, I glanced down at the tickets again. The film was one I hadn't even heard of until that morning — some artsy, atmospheric indie flick with a too-long title. But it had an open rooftop venue, fairy lights, skyline views, and a soundtrack that screamed nostalgia. That was all I needed.

Well, that — and her.

She came out ten minutes later, wearing a light denim jacket over a sundress, her hair now loosely curled and a tiny bit frizzy from the humidity. She looked casual, effortless — the kind of beauty that sneaks up on you if you aren't paying attention. Not that I ever stopped.

"All set?" she asked.

I held out my arm with an exaggerated flourish. "Lead the way, main character."

She rolled her eyes, but I saw the grin she tried to hide.

And as we stepped into the fading sunlight, the sky a soft peach behind the buildings, I couldn't help but wonder:

Maybe this was the moment the story began to change.

The rooftop is peaceful now. The movie has started, but the world around us feels suspended, as if everything has slowed down, just for a moment. The screen flickers with soft light, casting a glow that dances over the crowd, bathing the people in a warm, golden hue. The air is heavy with the warmth of summer, but there's also a cool breeze that slips between the cracks, brushing against the skin like a whisper. It smells faintly of grilled meat from the food trucks down below, the kind of smell that makes your stomach growl without warning.

I can hear the soft hum of the city beneath us — the distant rumble of traffic, the muffled chatter from nearby conversations, the far-off clinking of bottles and glasses from a bar that's open late. But up here, on this rooftop, it's quieter. A space carved out from the noise. There's an unspoken intimacy in the air — the kind you don't notice until it's already there.

And then there's her.

Yuna. Sitting beside me. Just being.

The space between us is narrow, but it feels wide in the most unsettling way. We've been friends for so long that this proximity, this closeness, should feel easy — normal, even. But tonight it doesn't.

Tonight, everything feels sharper. More vivid.

I can feel the heat of her shoulder brushing against mine. It's not an uncomfortable heat, not at all. It's the kind of warmth that feels natural, like we've always been this close, like the space between us has always existed. It's the sort of warmth that lingers on the skin long after the touch has gone, like a mark that can't quite fade. And it doesn't make me uncomfortable — no. It makes my heart beat just a little faster. Makes the air feel thick and full of possibilities.

Our legs are stretched out in front of us, and I feel the lightest touch of her leg against mine. A brief, accidental brush — but hell, it's enough to send a shock through me. It's not the first time this has happened. We've sat this close a hundred times, in our cozy spots in the apartment, on the couch with our legs tangled under blankets, eating takeout and laughing at old sitcom reruns. The usual. But tonight? Tonight feels different.

I'm aware of every little detail now. The way her knee hovers just above mine, the way the fabric of her dress brushes against my skin in the gentle breeze. It's so small, so subtle, but I feel it like it's electric, like my whole body is hyper-aware of her in a way it's never been before.

I reach for the popcorn in the middle, mostly out of habit, to break the silence that's settled around us. She looks at me for a second, her eyes flicking over the motion of my hand as I stretch toward the bag, and she reaches for it too. Her fingers brush against mine as she takes a handful, and it's like the world narrows for a brief moment, the touch reverberating through me in ways I'm not quite ready for.

"Thanks," she murmurs, her voice low, soft, and I nod, swallowing down the sudden dryness in my throat.

She's not looking at me now. Her attention is on the screen, her eyes fixed on the characters as they wade through their messy, complicated love. The plot isn't anything new — two people falling in and out of love, a lot of misunderstanding, a lot of heartache, the typical trope. But I'm not really watching the movie anymore.

I'm watching her.

The way the soft glow of the screen catches her face. It highlights the curve of her jaw, the delicate arch of her cheekbones. The shadows across her features make her look... different, like she's someone else, someone new, even though I've known her for years. I watch the way the light bounces off her skin, making it glow in a way that's almost otherworldly. Everything about her feels softer in this moment, more real than anything I've ever seen in a film.

I notice her lips — how they part ever so slightly when she smiles at a line from the movie. It's a small, almost invisible shift, just a curl of the corners of her mouth, but it's enough to stop me in my tracks. I've seen that smile a thousand times, but tonight it feels like the first time.

Her eyes flicker toward me, and I realize I've been staring for too long. I look away quickly, clearing my throat, trying to focus back on the movie, but I can't shake the feeling that something has shifted. Something between us.

I laugh at the next line from the movie — something witty, something meant to be funny, but I'm aware of how shallow it sounds in the silence that hangs between us. Yuna doesn't even notice my laugh, or maybe she does, but she doesn't acknowledge it.

I catch her glance, though. Her eyes flicker to my face, briefly landing on my lips as they curve in amusement. And for a second, I wonder if she notices how close we are now — how our breaths are almost in sync, how my hand is barely an inch from hers. I wonder if she feels it too — that something in the air, that almost-connection that we've been dancing around for so long.

I can't help it. I want to ask her. I want to know if she's thinking the same thing I am.

But before I can say anything, the movie shifts into one of those cliché scenes — the one where the couple, under the stars, shares a vulnerable confession of love.

It's supposed to be one of those grand, sweeping moments in the story, the kind you see in every romance. But tonight, it feels different. Tonight, it hits. The words the characters exchange feel too real, too close to what I've been thinking for weeks, for months.

I glance at Yuna. She leans back, her arms stretched behind her, resting on the blanket. Her eyes are trained on the screen, but I see the soft furrow in her brow, the way her lips tighten as she watches the couple on the screen.

"Things like that only happen in movies," she murmurs under her breath, half-joking, but I can hear the sadness, the weight that lingers beneath her words. The longing, too — the part of her that still believes love, the real kind, only exists in fiction.

I feel it. The ache behind her voice. And I hate it.

It's as if she's resigned herself to the idea that this — the kind of connection we've had for years, the kind that feels effortless, natural, like it could be something — could never be more than something that only happens in the movies.

I freeze. The words I've been holding back rise up in my chest, and before I can stop myself, they slip out.

"Do they have to?" I whisper, and it feels like I've shattered something in the space between us. I don't even realize how heavy the question is until I see her reaction.

She freezes too. For the briefest of moments, her hand hovers in the air, the popcorn suspended just above her lap, like she's forgotten how to move. Her eyes snap to mine, and there's a flicker of surprise — no, more than surprise. Shock.

It's so quick, but it's there — in the way she freezes, in the way her breath hitches.

I hold her gaze, not looking away. I don't want to. I can feel my heart thudding in my chest, each beat growing louder, faster, as the seconds stretch between us.

Her lips part, but she doesn't speak at first. It's like she's collecting herself, like the weight of the moment is too much to say something casual, too much to just laugh it off like she's always done.

"I—" She begins, but the word hangs there, unfinished. Like she doesn't know how to continue. It's not uncertainty, though. It's more like... too many things have built up, too many unspoken words between us, too many years of waiting, of pretending that we were just friends.

Her eyes flicker away from mine, back to the screen, but the look in them doesn't fade. If anything, it deepens. It's sharper now, like she's searching for something — or maybe she's trying to hide something from me. But I don't think she can. Not anymore.

I don't know what to do. I don't know how to close the distance between us — not physically, but emotionally. It's too much to carry, this feeling that's swelling inside of me, this thing between us that neither of us has acknowledged out loud. It's always been there, buried beneath our jokes and shared moments, but tonight, it feels like it's on the edge of spilling over.

I wish I could wrap my arm around her. Pull her close, make it easier. But it feels too soon. Too soon, and yet, I'm not sure how much longer I can wait.

For a long moment, we sit there, side by side. The city hums below, the movie flickers, and time feels like it's both moving and standing still. We don't speak. We don't need to.

But something has changed. I can feel it. The tension in the air is almost tangible now, and it's not going anywhere.

And when her voice finally breaks the silence again, it's softer this time, almost like she's saying it to herself. "I guess... things don't have

The air feels cool now, the kind of cool that always settles in after the heat of the day has faded away. It's the kind of chill that brushes your skin like a soft caress, inviting you to savor the quiet moments before the night truly takes hold. The breeze carries the scent of something distant, like the faint smell of grilled meat wafting from one of the late-night food trucks nearby, but it's so soft that it's almost imperceptible. There's something comforting about the city at this hour — the streets are still lit but far fewer people are out, and it's as if the whole city is slowing down, taking a collective breath before the rush of the next day.

We walk side by side, our footsteps in sync, but tonight it feels like we're walking through a dream — slow, deliberate, but with a sense of unease, like something's on the edge of being realized. My thoughts are tangled, restless. I can feel the weight of them in my chest. I glance over at Yuna, and the way the lamplight spills over her hair, casting it in a soft, golden glow, makes my heart skip a beat. It's funny how something as ordinary as the light can make her seem so... ethereal. The waves of her hair catch the light in this way that makes her look almost untouchable. Her expression is peaceful, but there's something deeper, something I can't quite read. It's like she's somewhere between here and another place, lost in thoughts she hasn't shared yet.

We've walked down these same streets before. Countless times, in fact. But tonight, every step feels like we're on unfamiliar ground, even though the path is so well-worn. The rhythm of our shoes hitting the pavement feels different — heavier, as if the weight of our words, unspoken, is beginning to pull on us.

And the silence. It's not the kind of silence that's awkward or uncomfortable — not anymore. It's the kind of silence that carries meaning. It's the silence of things that have always been there, sitting beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to rise. And maybe tonight, the right moment is finally here. But it's not easy. Not for me, at least.

"Yuna," I say, my voice coming out rougher than usual. It's not just the cool air that makes my breath feel thicker — it's everything. All of the things I've never said, the things I've kept locked away because I've been too scared to speak them out loud. But they're spilling out now, whether I'm ready or not.

She turns her head toward me, her eyes soft, as if she's already sensing that something's about to change. Her gaze is expectant, but it doesn't pressure me. It's the way she always is with me — patient, understanding, like she knows I need time to find the right words, even if it takes longer than I want it to.

"I've never said this," I continue, my throat tight with the weight of what I'm about to reveal. "But there's... there's so much I haven't told you."

She raises an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face, but she doesn't interrupt. Instead, she stops walking, just enough to make me slow down too. Her eyes stay on mine, steady and calm, like she's waiting for me to let the words come as they need to.

I try to breathe in the cool night air, steady myself. "I've written you birthday cards," I say, and even as I say it, I realize it's been something I've thought about for years. "Do you remember those birthday cards I always get for you? The ones that always seem to fall short of what I really want to say?"

She nods, the soft smile she's wearing doesn't quite reach her eyes, though I can see the tenderness in the way she's listening to me. I can feel her presence so keenly, like I'm standing at the edge of something, and I'm afraid to take the leap.

"I've written them — God, I've written them at least ten times," I continue, the words coming faster now, almost like a confession. "Ten different versions of what I wanted to say to you. But each time I stopped. I couldn't finish them. It never felt like the right thing, the right words. It was as if no matter how hard I tried, nothing could ever fully capture what I felt."

I chuckle softly, but it's not a happy sound. It's a bitter one, filled with the weight of all the things I never allowed myself to say. "Maybe that's why I kept hoping you'd open the door and just know. I kept hoping that somehow, you'd sense it. That what I felt would be enough, even though I never said it."

I pause, swallowing, trying to fight the lump in my throat. My chest feels tight as if I've been holding my breath for years, waiting for this one moment, for her to hear me.

"But it never was," I add quietly, the regret slipping out before I can hide it. "It was never enough."

I look at her, waiting for some sort of response, but she's silent. She doesn't speak. She just looks at me with those deep, dark eyes, studying me in a way that makes me feel like she's peeling back every layer of my thoughts. It's like she can see straight through me. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but for some reason, I can't look away.

The stillness between us feels heavy now. The city around us continues its quiet hum, but it's as though we've stepped out of it. All of it — the noise, the world, the distractions — fades, and there's just us. And in that silence, I wonder if she can hear my heart beating in my chest, wild and erratic, unsure.

"Seokmin..." Her voice breaks through the tension, soft and tentative. She says my name like it's a question, like she's unsure of how to respond, or maybe she's unsure of me.

I stop walking, and she does the same. We're standing under a streetlamp now, and the glow from it makes her look even more surreal. Like something out of a dream. The light catches the edges of her face, accentuating the delicate features, the sharpness in her eyes, the way her mouth trembles just a little when she speaks.

I take a step closer to her, but not too close. I want to respect the space between us, but it feels like I can't stand the distance any longer. The air around us is electric now, thick with everything we haven't said.

"I always thought love had to be loud," she says, her voice quiet, barely a whisper against the city's distant murmur. But I hear every word. "I thought it had to be dramatic. A big confession. Fireworks. All of that." She gestures with her hands, almost as if she's brushing away the idea of it. The image of love she's held for so long.

I feel a pang in my chest. I understand. I've always understood. I don't want that either. I want something real. Something subtle. Something that doesn't require grand gestures, just presence. But the words are stuck in my throat, heavy, pressing down.

"Yeah," I say, barely above a murmur, "I thought that too." My words are too simple. But it's the only thing I can offer right now.

She doesn't say anything right away. Instead, her gaze softens, and her breath hitches as she meets my eyes again. There's something different in her expression now — it's not the casual detachment I've often seen from her, but something else. Something that feels more like awareness. Like we've crossed a line we can't uncross.

"But you..." she says, her voice lowering, the words like a quiet confession. She steps forward, ever so slightly, and the shift in her presence makes my breath catch in my throat. "You've been the quietest, clearest thing in my life. You're the one who's always been there, even when I didn't want to see it. The one who showed up, who understood." Her words spill out, tentative but sure, like she's finally letting go of something she's been holding for a long time. "And I think that's what I was waiting for. For someone like you."

The world shifts around me, and I feel like everything has finally clicked into place. A weight lifts from my chest, and a warmth settles in its place. My pulse quickens, and for a moment, I'm at a loss for words. How do I tell her that I've been waiting for the same thing? That I've always known there was something about her that called to me, something that didn't need to be loud or grand — it just needed to be real?

But I can't say it. Not yet. Not like this.

"I..." I start, but the words stick. I want to say it, want to say everything I've been feeling, but it's too much, too soon. So instead, I take a step closer, closing the space between us. Her eyes are still locked on mine, like she's searching for something in me — for the truth, maybe. Or for something I haven't found the courage to say.

And in that moment, I know. I know she's waiting for me to make the first move, but I can't rush it. I can't force it. So I just take a deep breath and say, quietly, "I don't want loud, dramatic love either."

She doesn't pull away. She doesn't laugh it off or look at me with uncertainty. She just watches me, the silence thick between us, until I finally reach out and brush my hand against hers. This time, she doesn't hesitate. Her fingers curl into mine, the warmth of her hand slipping into mine like it was always meant to be.

The city hums around us, but in this moment, I don't need the noise. All I need is this quiet connection, the unspoken understanding between us. And maybe that's enough. Maybe that's all we need.

The first drop of rain hits the back of my neck, sharp and cold, a sudden contrast against the warmth of the night air. Then another, and another, until the sky releases the weight it's been carrying. The drizzle starts as a gentle whisper, but it soon grows into a soft, persistent rain, falling over us like a secret, quietly shared between the two of us and the world. The rain isn't heavy or loud — it doesn't demand attention — instead, it settles around us like a delicate curtain, wrapping us in a cocoon of intimacy. There's something fragile about it, almost as if this moment, this connection, could be swept away at any second.

I barely notice the shift in the air, but the moment the first raindrops hit, I feel a shift inside myself. There's a certain comfort in it, as though nature itself is signaling that this, right here, is exactly where we're meant to be. Not a moment too soon or too late. Just this soft rainfall, like it's giving us permission to be here with each other, in this quiet, stolen space where time seems to slow.

Under the streetlamp, the rain catches in the light, sparkling in the golden glow. It doesn't feel like the city anymore. The world beyond the pool of light is lost to us, blurred into shadows. The mist from the rain floats in the air like a veil, softening everything, blurring the harsh edges of the world we're leaving behind. All that exists is the light, the rain, and us. The city's noise is just a hum, distant and faint. It's as if the world has quieted for us, given us this brief, perfect moment, where nothing else matters but the two of us standing here in the rain.

I look at her — really look at her this time, taking in every detail that's always been there but has never felt so real. Her hair, damp and darkened by the rain, clings to her face in wet strands, glistening as the light from the streetlamp catches the droplets. Some of them collect at the tips of her lashes, and when she blinks, I see the water shimmer against her dark eyes, making them deeper, almost bottomless. Her face, half in shadow, half in light, looks different in the rain. Softer, more delicate, more there. Like she's been revealed to me in a way I never understood, even though we've known each other for so long.

I've seen her laugh, seen her smile, seen her angry, but this — this is different. The quiet of the night seems to have drawn something out of her, something that isn't obvious, something that isn't spoken. There's a stillness in the way she's looking at me, a soft focus in her eyes that tells me she's no longer unsure. The hesitation, the distance, the things we've both kept hidden — they've melted away with the rain, dissolving into the soft night air.

She's standing close now, close enough that I can feel her breath, warm and steady, mixing with the cool air between us. The way her chest rises and falls, each movement so gentle, so calm, gives me a sense of peace that I didn't know I needed. Her body is warm against mine, but the warmth doesn't come from the heat of the night or the streetlamp. It's something else. A quiet kind of heat that lingers in the air between us, something so familiar that it feels as though we've always been here, standing like this, waiting for this moment.

And then, there's this unspoken shift — a pull, subtle but undeniable. Everything slows down, like the rain itself has decided to freeze time for us. I can't say who moves first — is it me? Is it her? Maybe it's both of us, slowly leaning in, drawn together by something far deeper than the simple proximity of our bodies. The distance that once felt too wide between us is suddenly gone, erased by the shared space we've carved out in this rain-soaked night. My heart is racing in my chest, a steady thrum, like it's trying to escape, like it knows that this is what it's been waiting for.

And before I can fully register what's happening, her lips are there — soft, tentative, brushing against mine in a way that makes everything feel fragile, like we're both unsure of whether this is real or not. The kiss isn't anything like the ones you see in the movies — no fireworks, no rushing adrenaline. It's quiet, hesitant, almost awkward, like we're both testing the waters, unsure of what we're about to do, but too drawn to each other to stop. Her lips are warm against mine, the moisture of the rain mixing with the warmth of her skin. I feel the faintest tremble from her, and I know it mirrors my own.

For a few seconds, it's unsure. Like we're both learning how to be here, how to be with each other in this new space. Her fingertips brush lightly against my arm, tentative, like she's unsure if she should hold me, touch me, or pull away. It's such a small, delicate thing, but it's exactly what this moment is — small, quiet, delicate, and yet somehow so profoundly right. The rain falls steadily around us, but it's not cold. In this moment, the rain feels like a gentle barrier, like a shield from the rest of the world. It's just us. The rain. And the soft, tentative pressure of her lips against mine.

And then, slowly, it deepens. Not in a rush, not in a frantic, overwhelming way, but in a quiet, deliberate progression. It's as if we both suddenly realize that this is the culmination of everything we've been waiting for, everything we've both held back from saying or doing. The awkwardness fades, and there's a warmth that blooms between us — the kind of warmth that isn't just physical, but something deep and honest. The rain becomes louder, its drops falling harder, but it doesn't matter. We're sheltered in this small moment, wrapped in the quiet rhythm of the world around us, yet we're entirely focused on each other.

I'm not sure how long the kiss lasts, but when we finally pull away, it's not with the rush of breathlessness that you'd expect after something so intimate. Instead, there's a quiet kind of peace that settles over us. My heart is still pounding, but now it's steady, a calm echo of the chaos that came before. I open my eyes slowly, the world around us still a hazy blur, like everything else has faded away. And when I meet her gaze, I see the same softness in her eyes, that same stillness, like she's trying to take in the gravity of what just happened — of what we just shared.

She doesn't say anything right away, and neither do I. There's no need. The silence between us isn't awkward; it's comforting. It's filled with the quiet understanding that we've both crossed some invisible line — that we've arrived at a place where words no longer need to be spoken. Our lips are still warm from the kiss, our bodies still close, but it feels like there's so much more unsaid between us. The rain continues to fall, steady and persistent, but in this moment, it feels like it's part of us, like it's part of the truth we're both realizing.

She reaches up, almost instinctively, her fingers brushing through the damp strands of my hair at my temple. It's a light touch, soft and careful, like she's trying to ground herself, as if to remind herself that this is real, that we're really here. Her hand lingers there, just for a moment, but it's enough. It's enough to make my heart do something strange, something that feels like both relief and anticipation.

And then, she smiles. It's not a big, bright smile — it's softer, a little shy, and yet it feels like everything. In that smile, I see it all. The uncertainty, the hesitation, the quiet hope that's been there all along. Her eyes soften, and I know then that she's here with me. She's with me, in this moment, fully, completely, and without hesitation.

The rain still falls around us, but it's no longer just rain. It's part of this. Part of the quiet acceptance between us. The world beyond the streetlamp's glow is a blur, distant and irrelevant. There's only this space, this small bubble where nothing else matters. Not the passing time, not the world, not the things left unsaid. Only the way her hand rests on mine now, the way her fingers fit so naturally against my own.

I step back a little, just enough to catch my breath, but I don't let go of her. I reach for her hand, and this time, she doesn't pull away. Her fingers slip into mine, and it feels so simple, so natural, like we've always been doing this, always been here. We don't need to speak. We don't need to rush. We just stand there, together, letting the rain fall around us, letting the world continue as it will, while we remain still, in this perfect, quiet space.

It's not flashy. It's not dramatic. But in this rain, in this moment, it feels perfect. It's familiar. It's home.

As we stand there, rain gently falling around us, the quiet of the moment wrapping itself around us like a soft blanket, I realize something. It didn't look like a movie scene. There were no grand gestures, no sweeping music or dramatic confessions. It wasn't flashy or perfect in the way love is often portrayed on screen. But as I look at her — really look at her — I know that's what makes it so much more meaningful. It looked like us. Two people who have always been there, in the quiet, the subtle, the real. And maybe that's even better.

I hope you liked the story if you have any thoughts i'd love to see them!

#svt imagines #svt carat #lee seokmin #dokyeom #dk #svt dk #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt drabbles #svt dk x reader #svt au #best friends #bestfriends to lovers #say the name seventeen

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min9yuks · 10 months ago

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mingyu @ glastonbury 2024

#mingyu svt #mingyu #kpop #svt #say the name seventeen #aesthetic #glastonbury #seventeen #kpop icons #kpop moodboard #kpop bg #icons #aesthetic icons

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jihooniesss · 1 month ago

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choi seungcheol what the fuck

#seventeen #svt #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #hes so hot what the hell #say the name seventeen

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jisooupssss · 1 year ago

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Plot: you being the best girlfriend ^^

Warnings: None

Pairing: OT13 x Reader

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AN: I’m so glad I finally came up with an idea I was about to be gone for like ten days😭😭

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Seungcheol: Kissing his dimples. It just became an habit one day, one day you were laying down together you told him to smile and kissed his dimple. So now when he smiles he expects an kiss on his cheek it gets him all shy and giggly it’s so cute

Jeonghan: Teasing him back. It makes him freeze up and stand/sit there in shock with his mouth half open. Tries to tease you again only for you to make another comeback. Turns away so you can’t see his cheeks turn pink only for you to plant an kiss on them

Joshua: Being an gentleman/women to him. like you would tell him to stay in the car and run to the other side and open the door for him. He would be caught off guard but laughs it off as if you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks smiling to yourself

Jun: Letting him ramble. Like he will be so focused on his topic then he starts paying attention to you. Seeing how your eyes lightly lit up looking like you have small stars on your eyes, and that soft smile he loves on your face. He then apologize for talking to much but you reassure him that it’s okay he gets all giggle and buries his head in your neck getting shy

Hoshi: Being apart of his Horanghae gang. Like you were apart of it when y’all first started dating you had no choice. But just knowing you accept his for his tiger-I’m sorry my mind was in a goofy mood

Buying him tiger print things. Knowing how much he love tigers you need to buy him tiger related things. It gets him all warm and cozy and any positive thing you can think of inside

Wonwoo: Reading with him. It brings him so much comfort and being with you in comfortable silence makes him warm inside. He loves the feel of being with you at those type of moments any moment’s really but those moments and very special to him

Woozi: Being in his studio with him. It gives him so much more motivation and puts him to harder work. He also loves when you tell him things like he’s doing great or the beat hi made so sound awesome and amazing and that good stuff. Your what keeps him going

DK: Being weird and silly with him. He loves that you don’t think of him differently when he starts randomly doing the most outrageous things instead you join him. He loves when you start doing silly stuff out of nowhere it makes him pull you close to him and just give you as many kisses he desires while giggling

Minghao: Complimenting his paintings. It gives him a little confidence boost. He asks if you won’t to learn how to paint some day and when that day came it didn’t go so well but hey…at least you tried. Giving you a long passionate kiss and thanking you for the compliment OMG I LOVE THIS MAN BRO

Mingyu: Not getting mad at him for his clumsyness. He has officially earned the nickname ‘clumsy’ from you(like the guy from Smurfs) not just because he’s clumsy but you find it cute. But he break something that he know would make you mad, would you tell right away but you can’t get mad not with how his eyes are starting to look like puddles of rain so you just kiss his nose and hug him and tell him it’s ok

Seungkwan: Gossiping with him. Like when you comeback from work you already you both have some boiling hot tea that’s ready to spill. Sometimes set up snacks and drinks because of how long it takes for you both to be done. Sometimes fall asleep talking without realizing you guys might talk in your sleep

Vernon: You randomly saying anything. Like you can be like “what if the sun just exploded right now” he would be like “we die” because he’s just so used you blurting anything out is the most randomness times. Sometimes it catches him very off guard he can’t think so you have to tap him a few times to make him come back to earth

Dino: letting him hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from anything out there even just thin air. He holds you so tight like he’s afraid if he let go you’ll just turn into dust and get blown away but the cool breeze. Loves to hold to hold you when y’all first wake up gives you little forehead kiss as time goes by

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AN: THANK YOU GUY FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY MINGYU POST ILYYYYYSM😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

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96wonulicious · 27 days ago

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more than enough - c.hs

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst

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It was another casual day at practice, training for their 10th anniversary comeback in May. Of course these practices don't come without a little teasing here and there, that's just the usual stuff you got to deal with within the group. Today was no different, except todays main target was Vernon.

"Do you guys even like, kiss?" Jeonghan asked his younger friend. "Even share the same bed? With the way you sleep it wouldn't be weird for her to sleep somewhere else to be honest.." someone added. Usually this wasn't something Vernon cared about. He knew you loved him and knew he loved you even more.

Lately though, certain weverse messages about you have gotten to him. Fans talking about the lack of affection in your relationship, speculating your break up and all. Aside from this being incredibly disrespectful and annoying, it also affected Vernon a lot. Was he really THAT "cold" towards you? Do you know that he loves you more than himself? Do you think the same way fans and the boys do? All this teasing today made him even more insecure about this than he already was.

"Can I ask you something real quick?" Vernon asked his best friend Seungkwan after finishing their dance practice. "Sure, what is it? Is everything alright?" Seungkwan asked a bit concerned.

"Yeah, it's just...YN. I'm scared that she'll leave me.." he said, staring into his reflection in the big mirror. "Leave you? Now why the hell would she do that?" Seungkwan said shocked. He wasn't just Vernons best friend but also yours, and he clearly remembers every single occasion where you would only talk about Vernon and your love for him. Hearing this out of his best friends mouth now made absolutely no sense to him.

"Ever since people found out about us, they've been saying that she'll leave me once she sees how exhausting it is to be with someone 'emotionally inexpressive'. I just can't bear to lose her. She's the love of my life, my world..my everything" Vernon said, his voice shaking. He felt like the walls were closing in on him. "I had this really bad nightmare a few nights ago. I was with YN, and she suddenly said she needed to talk to me..And what she said was, was.." he stopped, his voice cracking and tears welling up in his eyes. "I can't even say it oh god" he said. This is the first time in years something has hit him so bad it made him cry out of fear.

Seungkwan knew what Vernon was talking about. He tried his best to comfort him, to calm him down and talk some encouraging words into him. "You know, why don't you just talk to her? We both know that you can tell her ANYTHING, especially you, her boyfriend. I can guarantee that she loves you more than everything in this universe, so please do me, her and yourself a favour and just talk to her."

Vernon knew what he had to do. The only way to fix this is to talk to you, no matter how uncomfortable it was going to be for him. He knows you will always listen to what he has to say, so why wouldn't you this time? "Should I drive you home?" Seungkwan asked. "I'm good thank you, I'll walk. I'll have more time to think about how I'll tell her.." Vernon answered, already heading out the door.

He was imagining every way the conversation could go, his legs just automatically taking him home to you. When his keys slid into the keyhole and the doorknob started to turn in his hand, his heart started pounding in his chest. He was scared of this conversation, scared that you'll think of him as "weak" or "insecure".

"Babe? I'm home" he shouted, hoping for an answer from you. "In the kitchen!!" you happily answered. You were happy your boyfriend finally came home. He took his shoes off, placed his backpack next to them and made his way into the kitchen. His palms were sweaty and his breathing got heavier. You greeted him with your usual big hug and a kiss, smiling at him. "How was practi-..Why are your eyes so red? Are you okay?" you asked full of concern.

With that, he just broke down in your arms. You didn't quite know how to react, figuring the best thing to do right now was to just hold him and let him cry. It broke your heart, seeing your boyfriend like this. "Come on, let's go sit on the couch" you suggested and led him to the living room. You sat down and put an arm around him, pulling him close again. His head was resting on your chest, soft sniffles here and there and holding onto you like you'd disappear once he let go.

"What's wrong love? Please talk to me.." you said while gently running your fingers through his hair. "Do I make you feel unloved?" he asked, his red eyes staring right into yours. "What? Where is this coming from??!!" you asked in shock. "Well, fans have been saying some mean things on weverse about you breaking up with me, and you being tired of my lack of affection in our relationship. The boys also said some things today that made me.." he said, tears rolling down his cheeks again. "..made me think maybe you'd be happier with someone else. Someone who won't shy away from kissing you in public, someone who will do literally anything for people to know you're his."

You couldn't believe your ears. Your hand instinctively pulled his head back to your chest, your head resting on top of his. You took a deep breath, before speaking up.

"You are way more than enough Vernon. You make me the happiest girl alive, everything is better when I'm with you and I could never ever in any world feel unloved by you. First of all they know NOTHING about what we do in private, so how would they know you're not actually hogging me every morning because you want to stay in bed with me? Secondly, they're just jealous. It's so obvious, the fans because I'm dating literally the most handsome, gorgeous, fantastic, amazing, BEST artist ever!!"

"Oh and the boys are just jealous 'cuz they get ZERO bitches" you said and rolled your eyes. This made Vernon laugh a little and you were happy you could cheer your boyfriend up a bit.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am. I'm so so unbelievably happy to be with you my dear, I couldn't imagine a better life.." he said before kissing you. You spent the rest of the night lounging on the couch, just holding eachother while thinking about how lucky you guys got to have eachother.

#vernon #vernon seventeen #bonon #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #fluff #angst #seventeen imagines #fanfiction #say the name seventeen #cute #comfort #seventeen hip hop unit #seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #hansol vernon chwe #hansol

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hanniescookie · 2 months ago

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is it that hard? - jww

pairing - wonwoo x f! reader

genre - fluff, idol au

warnings - none

summary - you know wonwoo likes you, but for some reason, he doesn't say it. not until you're frustrated enough to play a game on him.

author's note - kekekeke @wonkierideul // this is for you my mochi cheek-ed baby!! i hope you like it 😭 i tried, okay? i just hope it makes you smile at least, you're so dear to me my oomf (pls remind me again what it means) may you fulfill your MUA dream one day and may you get to doll wonu up 🤍 love you sm :)

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Being a successful makeup artist had been your dream since you were a teenager. Your love for makeup only grew with your age, and you made yourself proud after finally landing your dream job.

Being Jeon Wonwoo's makeup artist, however, was certainly not your dream. It might be a privilege, never been a dream.

It isn't that you mind seeing his beautiful face every other day while you doll it up with makeup that suits his outfit of the day. Never that. It's just that you're always too distracted to focus on your job. And Wonwoo doesn't help.

It falls out of your realm of professionalism. You've never been someone who struggles with balancing your personal and professional life, but with this man? You're terrible. Miserable.

He is too good looking for his own good, and being so close to his face half the time serves you no good. It takes everything in you to not just kiss his lips everytime you swipe some lipstick across them.

Wonwoo is not very expressive — that's a known fact. But what people might not know is that Wonwoo is a tease, a little close to a flirt. At least towards you, he is.

You hate how he licks his lips right after you're done applying lipstick just to make your job harder. What's worse is that he does it with a straight face, muttering an aplogy within a second like he didn't realize what he just did.

But you have seen it far too much to know that he does these things deliberately. You don't know if he likes seeing the huff of annoyance you let out, or if he just genuinely hates you.

Either way, you've decided that your work ethics have been compromised enough. You don't like these feelings you've harbored for the idol overtime, and if nothing is down the drain, you'll take your shot today.

When Wonwoo arrives on set an hour before his schedule, you're glad that the whole group isn't here. It's his solo schedule for the day — a photoshoot for his brand deal.

The look for today has to be a little bold, and requires more time than usual. So you start slow, focused on work and trying your best to make him look exactly like the concept demands.

And you're also focused on another task today.

"I'm quitting." You say as nonchalantly as you can, dabbing some concealer to hide a tiny acne mark on his skin.

"Huh?" He raises his brows, unsure if you talked to him.

You meet his eyes for a few seconds before focusing back on his cheek, watching the acne mark slowly disappear. You hope your game plan can work, and if it doesn't, then you're really never seeing this place again. "I said I'm quitting this job."

He continues to look at your face while you turn back to the vanity, fumbling through some eyeshadow palettes. Your heart is throbbing at the weight of his gaze, but you keep going. "I'm telling you because I know you don't get used to changes easily. You'll be more prepared when you see another MUA starting tomorrow."

You turn back, meeting his surprised gaze and you smile a little. "Close your eyes."

He takes a little while to process what you said, and you gladly wait till he does. You can see the effect of your game, and you like it so far.

He closes his eyes slowly, exhaling through his nose. It's quiet for a while till you play with a combination of two dark shades on his eyelids.

"Must you leave?"

You almost don't catch it with how quietly he speaks. Keeping the palette away, you stare at his face with his eyes closed, his question echoing in your head. Your heart swells, and a smile forms on your face. "Did you say something?"

He mutters a quiet no without opening his eyes. You know he's doing it because you haven't asked him to open them yet, and involuntarily, you feel a flutter in your chest. Usually, he would open them before you're even done, but right now he's trying to not upset you. How cute.

"I heard you, though." You say again, leaning against the vanity with your arms folded. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you with eyes full of uncertainty. "Do you have an answer then?"

"Must I leave?" You echo his question, humming thoughtfully. "Good question. The problem is—" you pause, grabbing an eyepencil and leaning down on him. He instinctively closes his eyes, and you smile. "—that my professionalism is threatened here. I can't properly focus on my work with you, Wonwoo."

His eyes snap open before you're even done lining the pencil on his eyelid, earning a sharp wince from you. "See! This is what I mean."

"Sorry," he breathes. "I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"I don't know," you say, folding your arms neatly once again. "You tell me."

He stares at you blankly for a while, unable to pinpoint exactly where you're coming from. Then his expression shifts, as if he's reminded of something. "Scratch that. Just don't quit?"

You arch an eyebrow despite the little victory dance your insides do at his statement. "Hm? Why?"

"Because—" he pauses, trying to find words. "Because like you said, I'm not good with accepting changes. I am used to you."

You sigh, shaking your head. "Is it that hard?"

"What?"

"Saying the truth."

"What truth?"

"That you like me."

Suddenly, there's pin drop silence in the makeup room. Even the humming of the aircon feels distant, as if coming from a faraway land. All you can hear is your own pulse beating wildly in your ears.

Then with calculated certainty, Wonwoo speaks. "It is."

You feel your throat running dry, and though you know you orchestrated this little game, you have no idea why you're nervous. Do you like him that much?

"But if I say it Y/N, will you stay?"

You can't help but smile. He's cute, and you'll do anything to make him happy. You nod. "I will."

He inhales a mouthful of air, and deeply exhales it all. Licking his dry lips, he looks up in your eyes, taking your hand in his large one hesitantly.

"I like you." He says, as quiet as the room. "I've liked you since the day you first put an insane amount of blush on my cheeks and I complained about looking cute. Please don't quit on me."

You've known that Wonwoo likes you, but nothing could've prepared you for the way he admits it in his low voice while holding your hand gently. You feel your pulse quickening even more if it's possible, and a blush dusts your cheeks.

"You did look cute, though."

"I didn't want to!" He groans, and you end up giggling. He sighs then, smiling along with you nevertheless. "Is that what you say to my confession?"

You shrug, grabbing a lipstick and turning to him. "If you don't mess your lipstick up this time, I'll think about going on a date with you."

He smiles, fingers hooking in yours to tug you closer. You lean closer to him as a result, eyes widening slightly. "Whatever happened to professionalism now?"

"I can compromise a little if I get a boyfriend as handsome as Jeon Wonwoo." You answer, poking his forehead so his head rests back before you begin applying lipstick on his lips.

He does mess his lipstick after your first attempt, and it leads to you kissing him, but you go on a date with him on the weekend anyway.

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seventeenreasonswhy · 9 months ago

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 3

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

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Read Part 1 and Part 2

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, tension!!, office crushes, office romance, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: Thank you all for reading! I’m having so much fun writing this. MC is so shy, and Jeonghan is so direct! My favorite dynamic!! Also, Jiyeon and Daein are completely fictional/not based on any idols! Jiyeon is kind of a stock mean-girl character, sorry! I’m looking forward to writing steamier interactions between Jeonghan and MC soon! <3

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“Y/N-shi.” One of the producers in the room said your name, bringing you out of your daydreaming.

You were in a scheduling meeting to arrange staff for several of the members’ upcoming overseas commitments. You were hopeful that you’d get to travel, though you doubted it. You weren’t exactly experienced, but you did have the fluent-in-English thing going for you. You’d mentioned that you could get by with pretty decent French and Italian, too. So, of course, you were imagining a... business trip with Jeonghan...

“Yes!” you said quickly.

“How do you feel about traveling?”

“Traveling where?”

“Paris.”

“I feel good about it!” You answered politely—and super eagerly, eliciting some chuckles from the room.

“She’s so cute,” Daein said. You and Daein had gotten to know each other better, and when she wasn’t around Jiyeon she was much nicer to you. Still, you felt embarrassed for being overly eager.

“We wanted someone who could speak English and French well,” the producer added, “It’s Fashion Week.”

“Who’s attending this year?” someone asked.

“Mingyu-shi, Jun-shi, Joshua-shi,” another producer at the other end of the room looked through her list, “and Jeonghan-shi.”

You felt your face start to flush immediately.

“Mingyu-shi, Joshua-shi, and Jeonghan-shi will be booked on the same flight,” someone said, your heart pounding harder each time his name was mentioned, “Jun-shi will fly separately, directly from China.”

As the staff continued to fill you in on details... where you’d meet, what time you needed to be there, what to expect from CARATs gathered at the airport...

“The talent will have their own security,” another staff member assured you, “There’ll be a separate security check for us—to get to the gate faster. Most of the fans are perfectly respectful, but don’t hesitate to alert security if anything rings alarms or makes you uncomfortable.”

“Thank you,” you replied politely. “I’ll do my best.”

It had only taken a couple of months working with SEVENTEEN to really hit home that being famous was actually quite difficult. Everywhere they went, their fans seemed to be waiting. Even shoot locations that you knew weren’t made public—a few of them would show up no matter what. The members seemed to handle it graciously. At least, more graciously than you would have been in their position. Some of the fans were pretty intense, and didn’t seem to respect the members’ privacy. But it was a very small number. You’d only seen or heard any of the members get slightly annoyed at most, and only a handful of times.

But if Mingyu was on your flight, you knew the airport was going to be chaotic. He was very popular. And you understood why. He was extremely tall, gorgeous, not to mention very personable. He was easy to talk to, even though you were slightly intimidated at first. He enjoyed speaking English with you, which was nice.

“Y/N-shi,” the head coordinator was assigning details to each member, “you’ll be with Jeonghan-shi.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll be on his team of staff—each member will have their manager with them, two other staff for extra footage or vlog shooting, and their own security. You’ll be with Jeonghan-ah’s crew. Understood?”

“Yes!”

...What the hell? Was this really happening? Had you performed some saintly act in a past life? Why were you being bestowed with this kind of luck!?

“Great, we’ll send a car to pick you up at 4:00 AM that Thursday,” the coordinator in charge continued, “be sure you have your passport and at least two cocktail dresses—you’ll be attending the Yves Saint Laurent opening event on Friday, plus the runway show and afterparty on Saturday, so you’ll need appropriate attire. We can offer you a stipend to rent something when you get there if you don’t have anything.”

“Thank you!” and you bowed deeply. The other staff in the room chuckled.

“We’re counting on you,” the coordinator smiled at you.

The weeks seemed to drag on. You were so anxious and excited about the trip to Paris that you could hardly concentrate on anything else. You carried out your tasks with your usual efficiency, but your colleagues could tell you were just excited about getting to go to Fashion Week.

“I can’t understand why someone with such poor taste is going on this trip,” Jiyeon sneered as you were packing up equipment in the practice room. The members were gathering their things, sweaty from filming a dance practice video. Some of them were off in various corners doing other TikTok challenges. You were amazed at how quickly they could pick up choreography. You’d worked in entertainment for a long time, but it never stopped amazing you how fast good dancers were at that kind of thing. You hardly took notice of Jiyeon’s tone; you were so busy fantasizing about getting to spend so much time with Jeonghan.

“Hey!” she raised her voice just enough to get your attention, but not so much that it registered with the other staff or the members. You turned to her, trying to focus on whatever it is she needed to say, but still unable to contain your giddiness.

“Ugh,” she said, giving you a disgusted look, “don’t let Jeonghan-shi see you being so weird about this.”

“I don’t think she’s being weird.”

There he was, standing right behind Jiyeon. How had he gotten over here? Were you seriously so wrapped up in your own thoughts you hadn’t even seen him walk over to where you and Jiyeon were packing up?

Jiyeon looked like she was about to pass out, and you froze on the spot. Jeonghan was looking right at you, as always. His gaze never wavered when he was looking at you. You always loved it, even though it flustered you, but right now you were so ecstatic that he’d overheard her that it felt like you were floating above the ground.

“Ah! Jeonghan-shi!” Jiyeon put on her best smile, laughing off his remark. “Y/N-shi is always a little weird, we were just joking! Right, Y/N-shi?” You noted that it was the first time she’d bothered using honorifics with you. You didn’t really care, since honorifics weren’t really a thing at the companies you’d worked for in the past, and just not a huge deal in the U.S. at all. But you knew that her dropping them was technically a slight toward you.

“Right,” you said, putting on your best polite smile. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Jiyeon was rude, but she wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. Also, maybe you were being too weird about this trip. It was purely business... you were probably getting a little carried away. You couldn’t help but look down, worried now that you would creep him out.

“I’d never want to work with someone who wasn’t at least as weird as nuna,” Jeonghan said straightforwardly.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

“Ah, that’s Jeonghan-shi for you!” Jiyeon let out a strained laugh and went back to helping move the equipment, being sure to send you a pointed glare on her way toward the door.

You were left standing there with Jeonghan. You paused, and then bowed toward him.

“Thank you for saying that,” you said in the most formal voice possible. You were so flustered; you didn’t know what to say.

“What are you doing after this?” he asked. His voice was low and direct.

“What?”

“Are you free right now?”

“...What?”

“I thought your Korean was supposed to be good, nuna.”

You stared at him. He was smiling softly. His gaze was gentle, but there was something mischievous in it. You felt as if your brain had force quit on you.

“Sorry, I... I don’t...” you were lost for words.

“Well, if you’re free after this, Joshua, Dino, and I are going to get some dinner,” he said, running a hand through his long hair. You imagined what it would feel like to run your own hand through it. While peeking up to look at his hair up close—a thing you rarely did, even though you’d had plenty of opportunities by now—your eyes met for a second, and for some reason you steeled yourself and held his gaze.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” You said it without thinking, but the smile on his face nearly knocked you out.

“Good.”

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