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[jihoonjuseyo]

Woozi Boyfriend Headcanons (NSFW)

pic creds not mine !

c.w.: fem!reader, mild exhibitionism, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, biting, strength play, jihoon moans yw, cumming inside (warninggg), etc

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mdni <-

• we all know, woozi loves to fuck in the studio.

when you come knocking on his door at 7pm while he’s leaned over his guitar, adjusting sounds on his mixing board, he doesn’t even have to say anything before you’re coming in. you’d take a seat next to him like usual, and with barely ten minutes flying by you find yourself perched in his lap.

that’s how it always happened, his slender fingers digging into your waist, pushing down a bit to feel your heated core grind against the growing buldge in his grey sweats. tongues entangled, hands dragging through his hair - it’s a scene you’d both replayed multiple times. sometimes it ended with you gasping against the empty spot on his desk, breath fogging the surface while his hips roll into you, a gentle slap hitting your hips before he’d squeeze and pull you back against him.

• woozi likes to start by touching your hair; if it’s short he’d run his fingers through it, if it’s long he’d pull and twirl it around his finger.

he’s the type to stroke your hair and whisper something sweet into your ear. “such a pretty girl… pretty hair…” he’d hum, before grabbing your locks and pulling it - not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. it would be then he’d smile cheekily, lips puckering to smooch you almost innocently with your head pulled back.

• he has a thing for showing off his strength.

expect for a triggered jihoon to come home from the gym and search his area for you. when you come rushing to greet him, his sweaty form bulked and dick obviously hard from the sweet picture you sent him, his arms looped your waist and lifted you. you’d note how he pushed you against his waist as you dropped to wrap your legs around him. he’d hum, turning to have you against the wall, lips molded against yours. “hey, pretty girl..” he’d purr into your mouth, hands squeezing your ass from how he’s holding you.

• he’s weak for lip biting.

you could be at an outting with seventeen, or simply resting at his studio dorm, and he’d go in for a soft and subtle kiss, only to be met with a soft pull of his bottom lip. he’d groan to himself, eyes catching yours with a warning. it wasn’t just lip biting - no, he loves his mouth, tongue and teeth on your skin. he’s so affectionate sometimes, feeling like the best way to be close to you is with a blunt bite to your collarbone.

• woozi is an ass man.

does he love tits? of course, who doesn’t. but he’s got ass appreciation for days. it doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, his hands will make sure that whatever the size, it’ll have his handprint permanently on it one day. he audibly hisses when you come out wearing something particularly short or tight. he’d never tell you to change, but you’d be lucky to even make it out of the dorm. even walking through a hangout with seventeen, he’s not even shy about tapping your ass a few times as you walk past him.

• woozi can’t help but to moan.

and it’s always those “aaahhh…. yeah…” type of moans, the ones with the most praise in the simplest form? remember the hair pulling? yeah, his hand doesn’t leave your head when he’s balls-deep in your wet mouth, pulling and pushing to satisfy himself loosely - at your own pace.

but even with him on you, or you on him, he’s often seen shuddering or closing his eyes to try and help his volume. but you can break him, even without trying. when he leans his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing with each beautiful moan leaving his lips, you couldn’t help but to lean down and bite his soft spot, causing him to drive his hips up wilder into you.

• woozi loves to eat pussy.

face buried between your legs, he’s able to test his strength at keeping your legs open. he’d suck, lick, tease, and run his tongue from your entrance to your clit, pausing to encase it between his lips as he sucked. then, he’d go back to licking, moaning into your pussy as he devours your sweet juices. it was addicting, and sometimes he’d get messy with it, smearing his spit and your juices over your cunt and pressing it to your clit with his thumb, while his pointer and middle were buried in you, squelching and being squeezed around your entrance.

• prefers top to look down.

i understand he’d like to be laid back, but thinking about him on top, with his hands on your knees, spreading you wide so he could watch his dick slide in and out of you. and you bet he has a hard time trying to focus on your eyes and tight cunt at the same time. he’d grind into you, watching your face contort to one of surprise as he reached uncharted territory in your cunt.

• he loves to cum on your stomach, sometimes his load reaching your breasts.

he’d be in one of those moods, where he’s feeling a little selfish but you’re willing to give. he’d have your ass on his thighs, your own encased in his strong arms as he drilled into you. finally, as soon as he felt your orgasms wash over you, his cum was spurting out onto your tummy while he grinded the underside of his cock against your clit, helping you both through the aftershocks of the orgasms.

• he also loves kissing while cumming, tongues tangled and bodies pressed entirely together. it’s usually an emotional type of intimacy, where you both are moaning into each others mouths with what sounded more like sobs, his hips stuttering inside of you as he reached down, spreading your ass cheeks to grip something while you both came. woozi fucks.

[seventeentotheworld]

this photo 😆

[mocchiixxx]

Opposites Attract

(Vernon x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Opposites Attract, Soft!Vernon, Comedy, SEVENTEEN as the Third Wheels

Summary: Vernon is effortlessly chill, while his girlfriend is a hyperactive ball of energy who drags him (and SEVENTEEN) into chaos. But no matter how much the members suffer, Vernon wouldn’t have it any other way.

Vernon had long accepted that dating you meant never knowing peace.

But it wasn’t just his problem—it was SEVENTEEN’s, too.

“OKAY, WHO WANTS TO PLAY CHARADES?!” you announced, clapping your hands excitedly.

The dorm living room fell silent.

Dino subtly scooted closer to Jeonghan, hoping to blend into the couch. Mingyu suddenly took an interest in his phone. Woozi looked ready to bolt.

But before anyone could escape—

“HANSOL!” You turned to your boyfriend, grinning. “Let’s go first!”

Vernon blinked. “Huh?”

“I’ll act it out, and you guess!” You didn’t even wait for his answer before hopping up. “Okay, first one!”

Then, in the most dramatic display imaginable, you threw yourself onto the floor, pretending to faint.

Seungkwan wheeze a laugh. “Are you— are you dying?”

“Nope!” You rolled over, making exaggerated ‘crying’ motions.

“Romeo and Juliet?” Joshua guessed.

“Nope! Come on, Hansol, you got this.”

Vernon sighed, rubbing his temple. “Babe, I have no clue.”

“TITANIC!” You threw your arms out like Jack on the ship.

Jeonghan raised a brow. “I… don’t remember Rose flailing like that.”

You shot him a playful glare before flopping onto the couch next to Vernon. “Ugh, you guys are no fun.”

Mingyu laughed. “No, we just value our energy. Unlike someone.”

Vernon, meanwhile, just patted your head. “You did great, babe.”

You pouted. “You didn’t even guess.”

“Because I was too busy admiring your enthusiasm.”

The room groaned.

“BOO, GET A ROOM.” Seungkwan threw a pillow at Vernon.

Joshua shook his head, smiling. “Honestly, you two are like polar opposites.”

“Exactly,” Woozi deadpanned. “Like a tornado dating a rock.”

Vernon just shrugged. “What can I say? I like my tornado.”

You beamed, tackling him in a hug. “And I like my rock!”

The members watched as you clung onto him like a koala while he just sat there, completely unbothered.

Jeonghan sighed, standing up. “Alright, I’m out. Have fun with this.”

“Wait! I have another game idea—”

Before you could finish, SEVENTEEN collectively fled.

Vernon chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Guess it’s just us, huh?”

You grinned. “More fun for us, then.”

And Vernon—being whipped—could only nod.

[rohjaewonn]

open the door, the gang is here

[itsmahree]

me at school, at work, and anywhere really

[kkyeomfuls]

lee seokmin, carats' personal pizza boy ♡

[keep-wonwooing]

Morning kisses

⤷ synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ ˗ˏˋ Seungcheol forgot to give Jeonghan his usual good morning kiss and left without saying a word. Instead of confronting him, Jeonghan decided to give him the silent treatment and spent all his time with Y/N, who was completely unaware of the tension between them.ˎˊ˗

⤷ pairing ᝰ.ᐟ Seungcheol x reader x Jeonghan

⤷ warnings ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, jeonghan ignoring seungcheol, sulking, physical touch, poly relationship

It was Monday morning, and while Jeonghan and I were still fast asleep, Seungcheol was already up, getting ready for his busy schedule. Rushing to leave, he didn’t have time to give us his usual goodbye kisses, so he left the house with just a quick message.

Jeonghan, being a light sleeper, stirred awake from the sound of Seungcheol moving around. Expecting his usual forehead kiss, he waited, but it never came. Upset, he let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer to me for comfort.

Hours later, I woke up to find Jeonghan nestled against my chest, his face calm and serene as he slept. I smiled, feeling a sense of peace seeing him so comfortable.

"Love, wake up. You have a schedule at 10 a.m.," I said softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"Mhmm... no..." he whined, hiding his face further into me.

I chuckled and leaned in to give him a gentle good morning kiss on the cheek, knowing it was the only way to keep him from sulking all day. "Good morning, love. Come on, wake up," I coaxed, lifting his face slightly so I could see him.

"I'm awake," he murmured, though his eyes remained shut.

"I'm going to make us breakfast," I said, trying to get up, but Jeonghan tugged me back into bed with surprising strength.

He mumbled something incoherent, making me laugh. "Come on, love. Are you staying here while I cook, or are you coming with me?" I teased.

"No... wanna go with you," he muttered, forcing himself to sit up, his hair a cute mess.

"You can sleep a bit longer, you know," I chuckled, but he only shook his head and, instead of heading back to bed, grabbed my hand.

Dragging me downstairs, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, clinging to me as I started to move about the kitchen.

The two of us ate breakfast in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth.

As I scrolled through my phone, I noticed a message from Cheol in our group chat:

"Hey loves, I’m sorry I couldn’t wake you up. I forgot to tell you I had to leave early for work. Also, @Hannie 💞 please make sure to go to work by 10 a.m. for practice shooting 😘. You can hang out with @Nini! 😘 Love you both so much!!"

I showed Jeonghan the message, but he merely glanced at it, ignoring it as he leaned against my shoulder, casually munching on his breakfast.

“Get ready after eating, okay? I’ll stay here until lunch since I’m cooking for you guys,” I told him, gently caressing his hair.

“Mhmm? You don’t need to tire yourself, babe. We can just go out,” he replied with a pout.

“Nope! You guys have been eating too much unhealthy food. You need to stay healthy for Carats!” I scolded, playfully pinching his side.

He let out a small whine before agreeing, continuing to eat while I smiled. “Eat well, okay?” I teased, and he flashed me a cheeky grin with a nod.

After breakfast, I told him to take a bath while I handled the dishes and began preparing for lunch. Before I started cooking, I dialed Seungcheol’s number to ask for their lunch preferences.

Cheol:

⤷"Love, don’t cook for us. We’ll just order delivery."

Rolling my eyes, I replied firmly.

You:

⤷"No. I’ll ask you one last time, Choi Seungcheol. Name a dish, and I’ll cook it for you guys."

I could hear the other members laughing in the background, and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

You:

⤷"Boys, I know you can hear me. Can someone suggest something for lunch?"

Chaos erupted on the other end of the line, making me laugh harder.

You:

⤷"Fine. Give the phone to Dino and let him decide."

After a few moments, Dino spoke.

Dino (Cheol’s phone):

⤷"Noona, can you make us kimchi fried rice? And maybe something else you think of?"

Smiling, I nodded as if they could see me.

You:

⤷"Okay, thanks, Dino! I’ll call back if I need help."

Cheol:

⤷"Love, seriously—"

You:

⤷"Bye! Love you!"

I quickly ended the call, satisfied, only to jump in surprise when I turned around to find Jeonghan standing behind me.

“Yah! You scared me!” I whined, and instead of apologizing, he just laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

“I wanted to help, but our manager has been calling me nonstop. I’ll update you later, hmm?” he said with a small pout.

Nodding with a smile, I replied, “It’s fine. I’ll bring your lunch to the company later.”

"Just message me or drop something in the group chat if you have any problems, okay?" he said, his eyes filled with gentleness as he looked at me.

"I promise, babe. Now go, they’re probably already looking for you," I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he left.

The house fell silent, a stillness I wasn’t used to. To keep myself from feeling alone, I turned on some music on the TV and started singing along while cooking. The melodies filled the space, making it feel a little less empty.

Jeonghan, on the other hand, had just arrived at the company, already missing the comfort Y/N always provided. His mind was clouded with frustration over Seungcheol's actions earlier, and he didn’t know how to face him, especially since they were always paired together during practice.

“Jeonghan hyung is here! Let’s start—I’m excited to taste noona’s cooking later!” Dino exclaimed, immediately running to his position for their new choreography.

“Hey, baby...” Seungcheol greeted softly, leaning in to kiss Jeonghan on the forehead. However, Jeonghan stepped aside, avoiding him, and silently moved to his spot.

The boys noticed the interaction, and an uncomfortable tension settled in the room. They didn’t like it when the couple was at odds, as it always affected the atmosphere.

As practice started, both Jeonghan and Seungcheol struggled to focus. Their movements were offbeat, and they kept missing cues. This led to several mistakes, forcing the group to start over multiple times. The frustration was palpable, and the once lively energy in the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions.

They wished Y/N would just arrive and restore the peace and warmth in the room. The tension was too much, and everyone was silently hoping for things to go back to normal.

“What’s wrong with you two? Take a rest, and we’ll continue recording your dance,” the choreographer finally announced, leaving the practice room with a sigh of frustration.

It was almost lunchtime, yet they still hadn’t completed the recording.

“Hyung, I’m sorry, but can you two please focus?” Hoshi spoke up hesitantly, glancing between Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

The two older members exchanged guilty looks before nodding apologetically. They both knew their unresolved tension was affecting everyone else.

Hoshi sighed, feeling bad about the situation, and made his way toward Woozi, his comfort person. Woozi patted his shoulder in silent support, understanding the weight Hoshi was carrying as the performance leader.

Hours went by, and the group finally managed to complete the practice. Meanwhile, Y/N was waiting patiently in the lobby with the lunch she had lovingly prepared. She had already messaged the group chat but hadn’t received a reply. Assuming they were still busy, she decided to wait a little longer.

“Hey.”

A familiar voice broke her thoughts, and she looked up to see a pair of shoes standing in front of her. Raising her gaze, she saw Seungcheol, his expression tired but soft.

"Cheolie? Where's Han?" I asked, glancing behind him, wondering if he was hiding.

"He's upstairs... uh, tired? We've been practicing," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

I nodded as an answer, and we both headed to the elevator.

"Are you tired?" I asked, looking up at him while we waited for the elevator to reach our floor.

He smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead before replying, "Nope. I was with Han earlier, and now I'm with you. You know you two are my batteries."

I giggled at his sweet words just as the elevator door finally opened.

Meanwhile, at the practice room, Jeonghan had warned the members not to tell me what had been going on. The members had no choice but to follow his order.

Minutes later, Seungcheol and I finally arrived, holding bags filled with the food I had cooked.

"Woah, noona! It smells so good!" Dino exclaimed, amazed as I unpacked the trays from the bags.

"I hope you like them. Take one tray each, okay?" I said with a warm smile.

Once everyone was settled, I noticed Jeonghan walking toward me with a tired expression.

"Hi, beautiful," he greeted, snuggling against my neck.

"Hey... here's yours. Eat already so you can have more energy," I said, handing him the lunchbox.

He shook his head. "Just wanna hug you," he whined but still insisted.

"Han, we can hug later, but eat first, okay?" I replied, gently caressing his hair.

"Fine," he grumbled, taking the lunchbox with a pout before sitting on the floor to eat.

I noticed he and Seungcheol hadn’t been interacting with each other, but I ignored it, assuming they were just tired.

Walking over to Seungcheol, who was eating silently in the corner, I sat down beside him.

"Hey, lovey," I greeted him with a smile.

"Hey," he replied, giving me a small smile.

"You okay? You’re really quiet," I asked, looking into his eyes for any sign of what might be wrong.

"Just a little tired, but I’m fine," he assured me, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"You know you can tell me or Hannie your problem, right? We're always open to listen to you," I softly said.

He immediately nodded and replied, "I know, babe. Don't worry, okay?"

I looked over at Hannie, who was eyeing us but quickly looked away when our eyes met. I immediately sensed something was wrong, so I stood up and walked over to him.

"Love, are you okay? Wanna sit with me and Cheolie?" I asked, gently caressing his forehead.

He immediately shook his head. "No, it's okay. I'm done anyway," he answered, showing me his empty food container.

"Good job, then. I'll take that, and you just rest, okay?" I said, taking the tray from him and placing it inside the plastic bag.

"Is it okay if I stay for an hour? I want to watch you guys," I asked Cheol, who was standing beside me, having just finished eating as well.

"Of course, no problem, baby," he smiled and patted my head lovingly.

Seungkwan dragged me toward the couch where Jihoon and Hoshi were sitting.

"Oh? Why?" I asked, confused.

"Is it just us, or are your two boyfriends acting... different?" Seungkwan nudged me, lowering his voice.

"I’ve noticed it too. I’m just waiting for them to tell me what’s going on," I replied.

Hoshi suddenly burst into laughter, catching the attention of the three of us.

"I’m sorry! Hahaha! Jeonghan hyung is glaring at me. Don’t look at him, please!" he explained between fits of laughter.

Seungkwan pouted against my shoulder. "He told us not to tell you, but we can’t just leave things like this! We couldn’t even finish filming earlier because they weren’t focused!"

I sighed but gave him a reassuring smile. "I’ll talk to them later at home, okay? Please bear with them for now. I’m sure you’ll be able to finish filming after lunch."

They exchanged glances before nodding and smiling back at me. With that, I walked back toward Jeonghan again, determined to get to the bottom of things.

"After practice, I want you to go home immediately, okay? I'm taking your car since I don’t have enough money to get on a bus," I lied. I actually had Cheol’s card with me because he always insisted I take it.

"Okay, love. Are you leaving now?" Jeonghan asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yeah, but let’s cuddle at home later, okay? Do your bestest job while filming," I giggled, teasing him.

He nodded and gave me a soft kiss. Once he pulled away, I smiled and bid him goodbye.

"Lovey," I called out to Cheol, who was chatting with Vernon.

"Hmm? Why? Do you need something?" He immediately turned to me, firing a lot of questions all at once.

"No, nothing like that. I’m heading home now because I need to take care of something. I’ll be taking Han’s car, so make sure you bring him home with you later," I explained.

Cheol nodded. "Got it. Be safe, okay?"

"I will. Okay, I’ll get going." I leaned in to peck his cheek, making him smile.

"Boys, fighting! You can do it!" I cheered, clapping my hands for motivation.

They all smiled and thanked me in unison before I left the practice room, feeling their gazes following me warmly as I walked out.

Author's pov ~

"You all did a great job!" the choreographer praised. Everyone clapped together, thanking their teacher as she exited the room.

"Good job, everyone! Go home safely, okay?" Seungcheol said, his tone light as the members began packing their bags to leave.

"Hannie? Let's go. Do you want to drop by somewhere first?" he asked, approaching Jeonghan, who was zipping up his bag.

"I'm taking my car," Jeonghan replied coldly, avoiding his gaze.

Seungcheol’s chest tightened at the response, unfamiliar with this cold demeanor from Jeonghan. "Nini drove it home. She said you’ll ride with me," Seungcheol explained softly.

"Then I’ll take the bus," Jeonghan muttered without looking at him.

"Bub, come on. Let’s talk about this in the car," Seungcheol urged, his voice laced with concern.

Jeonghan ignored him and moved to leave, but Seungcheol reached out and gently pulled him back by the wrist.

The practice room, which had been bustling moments ago, was now empty. The other members had discreetly left, giving the couple some privacy.

"Jeonghan, please," Seungcheol said, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading. "Let’s talk. Don’t shut me out like this."

"Let me go. I wanna go home already," Jeonghan said, his tone colder than usual.

Instead of releasing him, Seungcheol tightened his grip and pulled Jeonghan close, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Please, baby... I'm begging you," Seungcheol whispered, his voice trembling as tears began to form in his eyes. "Just communicate with me. What’s wrong? What’s our problem?"

Seungcheol hated this. He hated when arguments arose, especially knowing that both Jeonghan and Y/N had a tendency to retreat into silence rather than express their feelings. It left him feeling helpless, like he was grasping at straws to mend what he didn’t understand.

Hearing the crack in Seungcheol’s voice, Jeonghan felt a wave of guilt crash over him. He sighed deeply before speaking, his voice soft but clear.

"I’m upset…" he whispered, the words barely audible but loud enough for Seungcheol to hear.

Seungcheol exhaled shakily, loosening his hold just slightly as he looked into Jeonghan's eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"With what, baby? I'm sorry if I made you upset. I really didn’t mean to," Seungcheol immediately apologized, his tone filled with worry.

"It’s nonsense, Cheol," Jeonghan said, shaking his head slightly, avoiding eye contact.

"It’s not nonsense if it made you upset. Please, Han?" Seungcheol cupped Jeonghan’s face gently, tilting it up so their eyes met.

Jeonghan hesitated for a moment, his cheeks tinged with pink. "F-fine… I was upset because you left without giving me a kiss," he admitted shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol exhaled deeply, a wave of relief washing over him. "Hannie…" he murmured with a soft smile, pulling Jeonghan even closer by his hips.

Without another word, Seungcheol leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Jeonghan’s lips, pouring all his love and reassurance into the gesture. Jeonghan melted into the kiss, feeling the tension in his chest dissipate as he wrapped his arms around Seungcheol’s neck.

"I’m sorry, baby. I’ll never leave without kissing you again," Seungcheol whispered against his lips, his forehead resting against Jeonghan’s.

"You better not," Jeonghan teased, a small smile finally breaking through.

"I won’t. I promise," Seungcheol said, sealing it with another kiss.

"We made Y/N worried about us, you know?" Seungcheol added, chuckling softly as he brushed Jeonghan's hair away from his face.

"I know, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about the problem between us," Jeonghan replied, his voice laced with guilt as he leaned against Seungcheol’s chest, finding comfort in his boyfriend's steady heartbeat.

Seungcheol kissed the top of Jeonghan’s head and smiled. "Let’s go home? She said she cooked dinner for us," he suggested, his tone warm and inviting.

Jeonghan nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, let’s go home to her."

Hand in hand, the two left the company, their earlier tension replaced with a newfound sense of peace. They headed straight home, eager to be with their girl, share a warm meal, and enjoy the comfort of their little family.

"We're home!" Jeonghan's voice echoed through their cozy home.

"Where is she?" he mumbled, looking around.

"Baby?" Seungcheol called out.

"I'm here! Wait!" Y/N’s voice came from upstairs. Moments later, she ran down to greet them.

"Hey, loves!" She pecked their cheeks with a bright smile. "Come on! Let’s eat dinner. I just took a shower, that’s why I was upstairs," she explained, grabbing their hands and leading them to the kitchen.

While she set the table, Jeonghan walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"I’m sorry…" he whispered softly into her ear.

"Huh? Why? Did you do something?" she asked, confused, glancing over at Seungcheol.

Instead of answering, Seungcheol simply shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips, waiting for Jeonghan to continue.

"Because we made you worried… about such a nonsense reason," Jeonghan admitted, his voice tinged with guilt.

"Hannie... are you and Cheol okay now?" she asked gently, feeling him nod against her.

"Then it's fine. I just don’t like seeing you two ignoring each other—it also hurts me," she sighed, her hand softly caressing the arm he had wrapped around her.

"Come on, let’s eat already. I love you," she chuckled, turning around to face him. She kissed his lips tenderly, only to feel her other partner wrap an arm around her waist from behind.

"I know you two are hungry, so let’s eat already," she teased with a laugh, earning a playful groan from both men as they reluctantly let her go.

Seventeen's Masterlist

[joonmon]

Day 15 pt. 1🥺✨✨

my seokcheol🥺😭

[miraiseokmin]

I'm crying literally😭😍🫶🏻

[maarksgf]

the prettiest man yoon jeonghan 🥹🫠🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

[jihoonjuseyo]

hi! this is my first time sending a request 👉👈

When I saw your icon, I immediately thought of a request about being cat parents with woozi! 🐈

literally so cute omg— thank you for requesting!! i’m so honored, and i’m glad i could get this to you quickly! i was just about to change my entire blog appearance but this cat is sort of signature for me ;u; also… i just love the pet-parent aus.

cw: domestic fluff

“she looks like you already,” you’d half-giggle to yourself, your hand coming up to partially cover your smile with your fingers.

you remember it vividly, the first time jihoon met your little kitten. he went in, determined to find the perfect soul-cat that would suit your dynamic well at your shared home. of course you wanted a cat - hell, it your your idea! but aside from what you expected, jihoon didn’t object. he loved pets, just never had the time or space for one. now, he had you to help.

when the kitten came to the view of jihoon’s dark eyes, you didn’t have a chance to speak before he murmured, “this one.” he chose the tired kitten, the one stretched out on its back and refusing to wake as you whispered through the glass

the first few weeks were a train wreck. jihoon thought it would be low maintenance. litter box, cat bowls, beds, toys, a cat tree, stimulation toys - but nobody warned him about the constant scratching on everything but what was meant to be scratched. they also didn’t warn him about the zoomies in the middle of the night. he remembers it clearly, and he thinks about it every night, the time he slept peacefully with you curled towards him, buried in his chest.

it was like an eruption happened in your sleep, the feel of something hitting and bouncing off of your scalps. jihoon would be quick to react, hand holding you down protectively as he rose up in a defensive manner, only to see the cat sprint out of the room.

“what happened?” you’d whine, desperate to lie back down.

“your daughter,” jihoon grumbled, rolling over onto his side and tucking a leg between the two of yours, curling you as close as possible. it took him a solid five minutes to relax before he could sleep again.

the most important, nobody told him how much attention a cat needed. he could hardly eat without the new addition to the family brushing her tail under his nose, he couldn’t leave his laptop open in fear of the cat treading over it and messing things up. he certainly fought to keep the cat from scratching on the bathroom door when he just needed some privacy!

but you saw the other side of things. it was the slight smile he wore when the cat jumped on his legs at the table, something that would annoy others, and flick his nose with her tail before running off. “damn cat,” he’d half-heartedly complain. he knew he loved her.

you always noticed how flustered jihoon would get when he’d get caught being upset that the feline wasn’t following him from room to room. “she followed me all day yesterday.”

“she doesn’t appreciate what she has today,” you’d reply back.

“you’re right. i hope she doesn’t expect attention for the next few days.” as he walks back to his bedroom, you’d see him snatch the cat up from the back of the couch and carry her like a baby to the bedroom with him. so much for that.

the peaceful days were a treasure to jihoon. the mornings where he could wake up with you, bodies chilly from the cool air in the apartment. he’d hear the purring between your bodies and see the perfect little loaf, eyes closed and breathing soft. he blinked, wondering if he’s imagining the smile on her mouth.

and how sweet it was, when jihoon walked into the apartment one day to find you sweeping up a broken bowl, sauce and remanence of your lunch smeared to the floor. “shit- baby, be careful. let me do that,” he’d say, carefully walking to take the dustpan from you. “are you okay?” he’d ask over his shoulder at you. “what happened?”

he watched you pout, folding your arms as you shot a glare to the cat in the middle of the living area, sitting so sweetly and swaying her tail.

“your daughter.” you’d say back to jihoon with a mocking smile, before you watched his lips curl up slightly, his gaze going back to the cleaning project at hand.

“our daughter.” he corrected. “she can’t just be mine when she makes you upset.”

“she can’t just be mine when she does parkour and fifty somersaults on your face while you sleep.” you quickly responded, eyebrows raising as if to challenge him though he couldn’t see you.

you could hear him though, the little laugh he let out as he discarded some of the glass into a plastic bag. “aw, love,” he’d turn around, setting the plastic bag on the ground momentarily to pull your waist close to his, kissing your forehead. “is it good for our daughter to see us go back and forth like this?”

he watched your cheeks turn a darker shade, your eyes glancing towards the cat now licking her paw and cleaning her face. when you looked back at jihoon, you saw that he had you trapped in response. “…. you can have full custody-“

“stop,” he groaned, interrupting you and your pout over your spilled lunch.

[seventeentotheworld]

[mocchiixxx]

Masterpiece in Progress

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

Summary: Minghao is effortlessly painting a masterpiece, while his girlfriend—who wasn’t exactly blessed with artistic talent—decides to join him. With determination (and questionable brushstrokes), she presents her creation, eagerly waiting for his reaction. Minghao’s mouth says nothing, but his face? Oh, it says everything. Cue playful teasing, affectionate banter, and a masterpiece that’s more about love than artistry.

Minghao’s hand moved gracefully across the canvas, his brush gliding over the surface with effortless precision. You sat beside him in his art studio, watching as he blended colors together like magic. The way he focused, eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips pressed in deep thought— it was mesmerizing.

"You make it look so easy," you mumbled, dipping your brush into the paint.

Minghao glanced at you with a small smile. "It's all about patience and practice," he said, his voice calm as he continued working.

You hummed in response, determination sparking in your eyes. You might not be blessed with artistic talent, but that wasn’t going to stop you from trying. If anything, you just wanted to be part of his world, even for a moment.

So, you picked up your brush and confidently began painting on the small canvas in front of you. You weren’t exactly sure what you were going for—maybe a flower? A sunset? A cat? At some point, it kind of looked like all three at once.

You stole a glance at Minghao, who was completely immersed in his own work, so you continued. After a few minutes, you leaned back, analyzing your masterpiece. It was… abstract. Very abstract.

Proud of your effort, you turned to Minghao, holding up your canvas. "What do you think?"

He finally looked away from his painting and shifted his gaze to yours. His lips parted slightly, and for a solid five seconds, he just… stared.

His mouth said nothing.

But his face? Oh, it screamed everything.

His brows twitched. His lips pressed into a firm line as if trying to suppress a reaction. His eyes flickered from the canvas to you and back again. You could practically hear his internal monologue fighting between honesty and sparing your feelings.

A laugh bubbled out of you as you nudged him playfully. "Say it. I know you want to."

Minghao exhaled, finally letting his expression catch up to his words. "...What is it?" he asked, genuinely trying to decode your painting.

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest. "Excuse me, this is art!"

He pursed his lips, nodding slowly. "Yes. It definitely is… something."

You pouted. "I tried my best, okay? I just wanted to join you."

At that, Minghao's features softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I know," he murmured. "And I appreciate it."

Then, with a teasing smirk, he added, "Maybe we should frame it. Modern art is all about interpretation, after all."

You playfully swatted his arm. "Are you saying people need to interpret what this is supposed to be?"

Minghao chuckled, finally letting his full amusement show. "I mean... do you know what it is?"

You stared at your painting. You really, really wanted to argue. But... he had a point.

With a dramatic sigh, you slumped against his shoulder. "Fine. You win."

Minghao grinned, wrapping an arm around you. "No, we win. Because now, we have a masterpiece that represents teamwork and love."

You groaned. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Of course," he admitted smoothly, placing another kiss on your temple. "But it's true."

And just like that, your "masterpiece" found a place on the wall—right next to Minghao's actual work of art.

Because at the end of the day, what mattered most was the laughter, the teasing, and the love behind every brushstroke.

Even if your painting would forever be a mystery.

A/N: Let's be honest, Minghao’s face would absolutely give him away. Hope you liked this hihi!

[whoreforwonwoo]

I luv his smile so muchhh

[itsmahree]

eyes on you

[kkyeomfuls]

face card? nah this a whole face economy