#seventeen fan fic

[peachesyeo]

The Maestro The Dinner

word count -2k words pairings - seventeen ot13 x fem!oc genre - mature, dark romance, cultish/yandere, mystery , crack

chapter warnings - none

author's notes - Hey darlings! Sorry for the short chapter! I just want to clarify something regarding my story. In this setting, Joshua is not a Christian. Please understand that the characters in my story are not affiliated with their real-life counterparts. Additionally, I apologize for the infrequent updates. Similar to 1117, The Maestro might be updated on a monthly basis. I'm currently studying and cannot write as quickly as I'd like. Thank you for all your support and encouragement. I'll do my best to keep writing.

thank you @sousydive for beta reading!

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Dear Residents of the Maestro,

I am writing to express my sincere gratitude for your recent letter. I am pleased to inform you that, thanks to your support, my child was born safely. Although I am no longer directly involved with the Maestro, I remain my commitment.

Yours faithfully,

Kang [REDACTED]

Dinner was fairly awkward.

Wonwoo took the empty seat next to me after carrying out the first dish. I noticed a familiar silver ring on his pinkie and furrowed my brows, trying to remember where I had seen it before. It wasn’t until Junhui passed me a napkin that I realised everyone at the table, except for me, was wearing the same silver ring.

Welcome to the family. I've been hearing this phrase a lot. Joshua, Soonyoung, and Jihoon have all said it. I don't know why, but it just feels… wrong.

“Is everyone here?” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the chattering as everyone stopped and looked at him. “Alright. Let's start.”

Joshua hummed, standing up. I looked around to see everyone else putting their hands together, their eyes closed. Hesitating, I followed their lead, putting my own palms together as I looked at Joshua.

“To his Lord,” Joshua started, his voice soft and calm. “We thank you for the meal you bestow upon us. We thank you for lighting our paths when we need it, and guiding us through the journey of suffering and pain. We thank you for allowing us to live, free of sickness and pain. Praise his Lord.”

I watched as his prayers were echoed by everyone at the table. My mouth felt dry, and I hesitated, unsure if I should join in. The words felt foreign on my tongue, and I fumbled through them softly, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over me. When we were done, Joshua nodded at Seungcheol before sitting back down. Conversations broke out as the clinking of utensils joined the symphony of noises. I took some of the dishes for myself, digging into them quietly.

As I cautiously finished the food in front of me, I couldn't help but wish I were hiding in my room. To my left, Wonwoo sipped his cup of water quietly, while Junhui on my right stared blankly at his empty plate, absently toying with his fork. The clinking of utensils and sporadic bursts of laughter created a facade of normalcy, but I could still feel Seungcheol's intense gaze burning into me from across the table.

What's his problem? I wondered, trying to ignore the weight of his stare.

I wanted to look up and glare back at him, but something in me warned against it, a voice cautioning restraint. The feeling suddenly dissipated, and I seized the opportunity to lift my gaze. Jeonghan was engaged in conversation with Seungcheol, diverting his attention from me and sparing me from his piercing stare.

In that moment, I felt a surge of gratitude towards him, despite my earlier feelings about him. Suddenly, I heard my name being called.

A plate of pudding was pushed towards me by Chan, who winked and gave me a thumbs-up. I gratefully accepted the pudding, enjoying the sweet taste of caramel upon soft milk pudding.

As the sweetness of the pudding lingered on my tongue, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to see Seungkwan looking longingly at the pudding over Wonwoo's shoulder. "Is it good?"

I nodded eagerly. Seungkwan sighed, swallowing. "If only I'm not on a diet…”

“Then don't be on a diet.” Next to Seungkwan, Jihoon interjected, leaning into his palm as he stabbed his food absentmindedly with his fork. “You're not a reporter anyway.”

“Hyung, I look ridiculous in the office photos. Every time I walk past my photos I see a dying whale amongst a crowd of people.” Seungkwan touched his face, frowning. I shook my head. “You're fine, Seungkwan. I agree with Jihoon too.”

Seungkwan made a face. “I have a problem with bloating, Raeyang.” His expression was serious. “It really disrupts my image as a journalist—”

“Don't be ridiculous.” I looked up. Seungcheol was frowning at Seungkwan, while Jeonghan let out a tired sigh. “Kwan, you're fine. You can just go down to the gym tomorrow with Jihoon to do an extra rep.”

“I don't want to,” I heard Seungkwan mutter in reply. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut across him. “You work as a journalist, Seungkwan?”

“Yeah! Oh, I haven't introduced myself formally to you, have I?” Seungkwan’s eyes lit up as he shot me a grateful look for stopping Seungcheol from nagging. “I work as a journalist for the newspaper Carat Daily.”

“Carat Daily!” I repeated, shocked. “That's one of the biggest news companies here!”

Seungkwan looked proud. “Yeah. Wonwoo hyung’s a streamer under their sub-company Campfire Streams. He's a pretty popular streamer too.”

Wonwoo waved his hand. “Nah, I'm still ranking up the charts.”

“Don't act so humble. You were gloating about it yesterday.” Beside Seungcheol, Chan snorted loudly. Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “Shut up and eat your food.”

“What about you, Raeyang?” Junhui asked. I looked down at my almost-empty plate. “I'm an interior designer.”

“Woah. That sounds cool.” Seungkwan said. “What's the job scope like?”

“Just providing sketches of designs of rooms to match with my client's ideas. I normally work from home, though.”

“I wish I could work from home.” Jeonghan sighed longingly. “But I'm always needed at the studio. I'm a model, by the way.”

I'm not surprised by that. “I can see that.”

Jeonghan’s eyes glinted. “How?” He asked, leaning in. I took a bite of my food absentmindedly as I replied to him. “Well, you're really good-looki—” I stopped mid-sentence, realising what I was saying. Looking up, Jeonghan looked pleased with himself, his eyes wrinkling into crescent moons as he grinned. “Really? You think that I’m good-looking?”

I mentally face-palmed myself. “Urm… I- Yeah…” Why did I say that out loud?

“Well, Raeyang, Hannie’s going to gloat about this for a very long time.” Joshua said, noticing my embarrassment. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at him. “She’s only telling the truth. Everyone knows that I, Yoon Jeonghan, am the most good-looking resident of the Maestro.”

There was only silence for a while, before Mingyu snorted. “There’s a fine line between daydreaming and deluding, hyung, don’t cross it,” he said, earning a glare from Jeonghan. “If I am a model instead of you—”

“You’ll be endorsing all the underwear brands.” Seungkwan commented as the table burst into laughter. Mingyu pouted unhappily. “Stop laughing. That's not funny.”

“Who do you think is the most good-looking person here?” Chan asked, as everyone’s attention returned to me once again. “Other than Jeonghan hyung, of course.”

Oh, how I wish I could disappear from the face of Earth right now.

“Don’t ask that stupid question, Dino-ah.” Soonyoung tutted. “You’re putting Raeyang in a tight spot. Of course, I am the most good-looking one after Jeonghan hyung.”

That caused a commotion of protest from the others. I shot Soonyoung a thankful smile for saving me, as he winked. Seungcheol cleared his throat, causing the chaos to die down. “Alright, that’s enough.” He said, as everyone returned to their food.

“If you’re an interior designer, can I look at some of your samples?” I looked towards Junhui. “I’ve been wanting to redesign my apartment, but Hao’s refusing to help me to design. Said he would rather make a stray dog a home than to help me with my apartment.” He jabbed his thumb accusingly at the mentioned man from across the table.

“Minghao’s a designer too?” I asked, surprised. Junhui shrugged. “I guess. He makes clothes and paints.”

“Sure, I would love to help you…” I said. I have no upcoming projects anyway, so why not help a new neighbour out? “By the way, what’s your job?”

“A boring accountant. I work from home mostly.” Junhui took out his phone. “Can we exchange numbers?” He asked, handing me his phone for me to punch my number in. “My unit’s 303, on the other side of the elevator. You can come up at any time to take a look around.”

“Alright.” I handed him his phone back. “I think I’ll go visit once Jeonghan tours me around the place.”

“Then that's decided.” “What's decided?” Beside Junhui, Seokmin asked.

“Mind your own business.” Junhui picked a piece of cutlet up and stuffed it into Seokmin’s mouth. “Eat your food.”

Nothing else interesting happened after that. When everyone was almost done, I looked up at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see that the time was already nine.

“Who is on dishwashing duty today?” I hear Chan say. Everyone gradually got up from their seats and so did I. Soonyoung and Seokmin came over to me. “Hey, Raeyang! We’ll send you up, Jihoon’s on dishwashing duty today.”

“That reminds me. When you’re bringing Raeyang around tomorrow, show her the roster list,” Seungcheol said to Jeonghan, who waved at me. Mingyu had already disappeared into the kitchen, and Vernon strolled past me with a couple of dirty plates on a tray. “See ya, new neighbour.”

“See you… Thank you for the meal!” I said, as Soonyoung led me to the door. Wonwoo waved as Mingyu’s head popped out from behind the kitchen door.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it! See you tomorrow!”

“Oh, Raeyang!” I turned. Jeonghan was still in his seat, and he gave me a lazy smile. “Nine in the morning, tomorrow.”

I nodded in reply as Seokmin closed the door behind me. Both of them led me back towards the elevator, and Soonyoung turned to me. “How was it?”

“The food’s pretty great,” I replied, smiling.

Seokmin nodded in agreement. “Of course, Mingyu’s a famous private chef for the rich.”

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

Seokmin grinned. “Yeah, so it’s a privilege to have him cooking for us every day. I cook too, if I’m on kitchen duty…”

“Seungcheol mentioned the roster list…”

“It’s the big board on the first level. Jeonghan hyung will bring you to check it out tomorrow. I think there’s going to be a shuffle of roster duties since you’re here,” Soonyoung pressed the button on the elevator. The doors quickly opened and we all stepped in. “It’s mainly stuff like gardening, dishwashing, trash emptying, and grocery shopping. Seungkwan was all about organic food intake, so we grow our own vegetables. Still, we don’t really have a farm, and the meat’s got to come from somewhere.”

“Don’t worry too much about it, there’s fourteen of us to balance the roster anyway,” Seokmin said as the elevator doors slowly opened for us to alight. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Raeyang. Have a good night!” He waved, and I waved back.

“Thank you, Dokyeom.”

“Don’t mention it. See ya, Hoshi.” A big smile hung on Seokmin’s face as he walked towards the opposite corridor of Soonyoung and me. “Bye, Kyeom.”

As Soonyoung and I walked back to our own apartments, he spoke. “If you can’t sleep tonight, Raeyang, you can take the elevator up to the fifth level. There’s a terrace up there. You might meet one of the others if you’re there, though. The stars are pretty clear and obvious over here.”

He pointed up, and I noticed the ring on his finger. “Can I ask you something, Hoshi?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you guys know each other for a very long time?” Soonyoung followed my gaze, looking at the silver ring on his pinkie. “I noticed that all of you wore that ring.”

“Ah.” Soonyoung pulled the ring off his pinkie, holding it out in front of me. “You mean this? Well, you could say that I have known these guys for almost all my life,” he said with a fond smile. “This is a… I guess you could call it a symbol of our family.”

Soonyoung’s initials were carved into the silver ring. I removed my gaze from it, looking at him. “My father had a ring with his name engraved on it too,” I said lightly, missing the way Soonyoung’s shoulder tensed. He cleared his throat, putting his ring back on.

“Well, maybe you'll get yours too. I think Joshua hyung’s asking everyone to vote on the design for the new ring.”

“New ring?” I repeated. “You guys change it often?”

“From time to time. Sometimes one of us gets tired of the design.” We stopped in front of my door. “Have a good night, Raeyang.”

“You too, Hoshi. Thank you for today.” I opened the door, turning to him.

What I didn't know was that as soon as I closed the door, Soonyoung’s smile faded. He clicked his tongue impatiently, staring at the ring on his pinkie as he muttered something under his breath. If I had been there, I would have been shocked at what he said.

My father’s name.

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mingyu x idol!reader their first time meeting

summary: basically mingyu being down bad and your biggest fan

he was actually a fan of yours first

your first interaction was during one of your concerts

he happened to be really close to the stage, and was cheering along with the rest of your fans

he caught your eye, and many other people's due to his own idol status

it was absolutely adorable the way he too was jumping up and down with the rest of your fans, holding your group lightstick

you waved in his direction, and gave him a flirty smile before motioning with your hands and mouthing "call me"

fans were able to capture the exact moment when he stopped jumping and where his jaw dropped to the ground

he gulped and pointed to himself whilst mouthing "me?"

yes kim mingyu, you!

was it a little bold of you? yes, but in the following interviews when asked about it, you would just go on to say that you thought he was cute, and that was that

the moment was made into a meme, which you making your "call me" gesture and his slow blink before pointing to himself

when asked about it afterwards, you would just shrug and say you thought he was cute

someone showed the video to mingyu during a fan meet, and he proceeded to say “she thinks i’m cute, i’m cute”

#kimmingyu#1fanboy was trending for days

[poiibbtt]

Warmth in the Details

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slow Burn Romance, Friendship

Word Count: ~2,500 words

Synopsis: In a lively classroom, you sit next to Kim Mingyu, a classmate shrouded in rumors of being just a pretty face. As you work together on a project, Mingyu’s goofy charm draws you in, and he secretly falls for your kindness. After baking your favorite pastry and receiving your enthusiastic praise, he gains the confidence to shine in a competition, realizing that the true victory lies in the warmth and connection you share.

The classroom buzzed with a comforting, familiar warmth. It wasn’t the heat from the sun streaming through the large windows, nor was it the quiet hum of conversations filling the air. It was something else, something softer. The warmth that came from the people inside it, from shared laughter and the sense that, here, everything was okay. You sat at your desk, tapping your pen idly against your notebook, catching a glimpse of Kim Mingyu out of the corner of your eye.

Mingyu.

If someone asked what you thought about him, you’d probably just shrug and say he was a classmate. That was it. But to everyone else, he was something more. There were whispers about him, as there always seemed to be—gossip and rumors that didn’t quite line up with the boy who sat next to you every day. The athletes around school scoffed at his abilities, some calling him a pretty face, someone who relied on his looks rather than skill. And there was always that undercurrent, the sense that people thought he was cocky, full of himself.

But the Mingyu sitting next to you? He was none of those things. He was goofy, with that boyish charm, always cracking jokes even when they didn’t land. He had this unassuming kindness about him, offering his help when no one asked, showing up when people least expected it.

You treated him like he was just Mingyu. No superstar, no pedestal. You didn’t buy into the gossip because the guy who stumbled over his words sometimes and grinned like a kid when he made a lame pun didn’t fit any of those narratives.

And maybe that’s why, out of all the noise around him, he gravitated toward you.

For Mingyu, you weren’t just a classmate. You were something safe, something steady. In a world where people seemed to have made up their minds about him, you were the exception. Your laugh, your feisty remarks, and the way you lit up a room—it all drew him in like a magnet. He felt the weight lift off his shoulders when he was near you, the pressure to be someone else fading away.

When the teacher announced the group project, calling out pairs, your name followed by his, Mingyu felt a spark of excitement flare up inside him. You glanced his way with a grin, and that was all it took for him to feel like the luckiest guy in the room.

You met at a cozy café after school, surrounded by the scent of fresh pastries and the sound of low chatter. The light streaming in through the windows caught in your hair, and Mingyu found himself distracted as you spoke. You were talking about the project, gesturing animatedly as you explained an idea, but he was too focused on the way you seemed so at ease.

Then he saw it—the smile that spread across your face as you grabbed a pain au chocolat from the plate in front of you, your eyes lighting up with pure joy as you took a bite.

“Oh my God, this is so good!” you said, your voice full of delight. You looked like you had just discovered the world’s greatest treasure in that flaky, chocolate-filled pastry, and Mingyu couldn’t tear his eyes away.

It was in that moment, sitting in a quiet café with you, that something shifted inside him. Your smile was like sunlight, warm and inviting, and it hit him all at once—he wanted to see that smile every day.

He wanted to be the reason for it.

That night, Mingyu couldn’t get the image of you out of his head. He found himself standing in his kitchen, sleeves rolled up, determined to bake. It was a mess. Flour everywhere, chocolate smeared on the counter, and more than a few failed attempts at recreating the pain au chocolat you loved so much. But after hours of trial and error, he finally made a batch that didn’t look half bad.

The next morning, he walked into class carrying a tray of pastries, his heart racing with a nervous energy he wasn’t used to. He handed them out to everyone, trying to act casual, but when he gave you yours, he watched you like a hawk, waiting for your reaction.

You took a bite, your face lighting up instantly. “Mingyu!” you exclaimed, eyes wide. “This is so good, I could die happy!!!”

Your voice carried across the room, loud and dramatic, and Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh. You were always so expressive, so full of life, and it made his heart swell. The other classmates joined in, complimenting him, but your reaction was the only one he cared about. He tried to play it cool, but the grin on his face was too big to hide.

The pastries worked their magic, not just on you, but on the whole class. People started seeing Mingyu differently. They smiled more, joked with him, and slowly, the whispers about him being cocky faded away. He was just Mingyu to them now, too.

But it was the day of his big competition that everything changed.

Mingyu stood on the field, the weight of all the past rumors pressing down on him. He could feel the eyes on him, the doubts lingering in the air. He was stuck in his own head, anxiety creeping in, when suddenly, a voice broke through the noise.

“MINGYUUUUUUU!”

It was you. He looked up, spotting you in the stands, your hands cupped around your mouth as you yelled his name. You weren’t just cheering—you were cheering for him, your voice full of excitement and encouragement. It was like a jolt of electricity through his system, and for a second, everything else faded away. The people, the pressure, the expectations—it all disappeared, leaving just the sound of your voice and the warmth it brought.

His classmates joined in, shouting his name, the support filling the air. And suddenly, Mingyu felt lighter. Like he could do anything.

When he crossed the finish line, winning first place, it wasn’t just about the victory. It was about you, the one who believed in him even when he wasn’t sure he believed in himself. Without thinking, he ran to you, sweeping you up into his arms in the tightest hug he’d ever given anyone. His heart was racing, but not from the competition—from the pure happiness that surged through him.

His classmates rushed over, teasing him as they pulled both of you into a giant group hug. He was red-faced, embarrassed by their teasing, but he didn’t care. He was happy. Giddy, even.

And as he looked down at you, still wrapped in his arms, he realized something: it wasn’t just the competition he had won today. It was you. You were his victory, his warmth in the details of everyday life.

[thedensworld]

Where to Sign?

Pairing: Seungcheol x reader

Genre: fluff

Words count: 600

Summary: Seungcheol is about to sign the pre when you said this thing to him

Seungcheol, just like any average person, dedicated his days to working for eight hours or even more before finally returning home. But whenever you paid a visit to his place, he dispelled the tired notion of coming back drained, and you tending to him. Even as a regular human, he took it upon himself to treat you like royalty. Craving a movie marathon? He's all in! Hankering for a meticulously prepared three-hour homemade steak? He's all yours! Caught eyeing yet another ice cream flavor after already picking one? He'd buy you the entire supermarket if that's what you wanted. Ensuring your happiness and making sure you loved every moment was his top priority.

If ever his colleagues caused him trouble at work, a simple text from you could light up his day:

'I'll visit your apartment!'

Just the sight of you cooking dinner or playing with Kkuma was enough to dispel his weariness and worries. He cherished every moment with you and wanted to make sure you felt the same.

"You're preparing a week's worth of meals? That's incredibly thoughtful. My girlfriend truly is the sweetest person in the world," he declared, observing the array of food containers arranged on the counter.

Seungcheol's eyes widened with delight when he spotted ribeye on the menu. He couldn't resist wrapping his arms around you in a tight back hug. "Could you stop making me fall for you even harder?"

Coming to his place wasn't solely about meeting him; it was about reveling in Seungcheol's impeccable kitchen. You had voiced this sentiment to him before, leading to playful banter. He teased you, suggesting you chose him because of his nice kitchen, and though you agreed in jest, it earned him a day of mock sulking.

Cooking in his kitchen was a pleasure you relished, even preferring it to your own. The spaciousness allowed you to move comfortably. Seungcheol, however, couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation that you always insisted on paying for groceries, even when he offered his card.

"Why won't you use my card?" he asked once, bewildered. Your response left him speechless, "Because I have money? I can even afford you, Choi Seungcheol."

He admired your confidence immensely.

"How was your day?" you inquired, simultaneously seasoning the food you were preparing. Seungcheol marveled at your ability to multitask. He could never.

Seungcheol tightened his embrace around you. "Mingyu managed to blow up a computer. Guess who has to foot the bill?" His voice held a touch of tension.

"Wait, did I hear that correctly? He exploded a computer?" you asked, incredulous.

Seungcheol nodded, his tone wry. "Indeed. He 'exploded' it and claimed it was a mere accident. Once again, he's demonstrated his capacity to exceed my expectations."

A chuckle escaped you, memories of your first encounter with Seungcheol and Mingyu surfacing. Back then, Mingyu was Seungcheol's assistant manager, and he'd mistakenly informed Seungcheol of a meeting with you a week earlier than scheduled.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I misread the schedule. You have no meeting today," Mingyu had confessed.

Promotion to branch manager hadn't diminished Mingyu's ability to surprise Seungcheol.

"Why are you footing the bill for him? Isn't the office's finance department responsible for him?" you wondered, referring to Mingyu's financial team.

Seungcheol sighed. "They've poured a significant amount into a project I already approved. Plus, he insists that we're together because of him, effectively putting me in a lifelong debt."

You turned off the stove and pivoted to face him. Your arms linked around his neck, your gaze locked onto his. A radiant smile graced your lips, a sight Seungcheol cherished from up close. The silence between you two spoke volumes, a shared moment of comfort.

"What's on your mind, sweetie?" Seungcheol whispered, arms secure around you.

You giggled. "Are you looking to spend your life with me?" you asked, alluding to his earlier remark about the 'debt' Mingyu claimed.

Seungcheol nodded, gaze unwavering. "Absolutely, baby," he affirmed, and you rewarded him with a tender kiss.

Turning back to the counter, you arranged the ribeye alongside rice and stir-fried vegetables. Seungcheol seated himself at the bar, eyeing the food with anticipation.

"I'm going to savor every bite," he declared.

You hummed in agreement. "So will I," you replied, your culinary skills not lost on Seungcheol.

"Spending a lifetime with you," you added, a sentence that instantly turned Seungcheol's world upside down.

*

Boo Seungkwan stood before the anxious man, his tone gentle yet regretful. "I'm afraid that you could meet Ms. Ji today. Her schedule is packed, and I couldn't find your name."

Seungcheol's heart sank, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "It's definitely today, can you please make sure to check with her once again?" He almost begged, desperation evident in his eyes. The pressure from the company directors bore down on him, forcing him into a situation he'd rather avoid.

"Hello, Ms. Nam," Seungkwan's voice echoed down the line, "there's someone looking for Ms. Ji from SVT Corporation... His name is Choi Seungcheol..."

A tense pause hung in the air as Ms. Nam, whom Seungcheol assumed to be Ms. Ji's secretary or assistant, exchanged words with Seungkwan. Seungcheol held his breath, silently praying that they'd grant him the chance to meet Ms. Ji.

"Mr. Choi, are you the representative for Universe Factory Studio?" The question was met with an immediate, eager nod from Seungcheol.

Seungkwan concluded the call, his expression softening with a hint of sympathy. "Mr. Choi, please wait in our lounge. Ms. Ji's representative will be with you shortly."

Seungcheol suppressed a victorious shout, maintaining his composure as he politely excused himself and made his way to the designated waiting area.

"Mr. Choi?" A woman approached, her demeanor professional yet warm. "I'm Nam Y/n, Ms. Ji's personal assistant. I'm truly sorry for the confusion earlier, but I believe there's been a miscommunication."

Seungcheol's heart sank further as her words unfurled. "Ms. Ji is in a meeting with a client from Japan, and she can't leave it. I had already informed Mr. Kim that the meeting was scheduled for next Wednesday. I'm afraid you won't be able to meet Ms. Ji today."

Seungcheol's frustration boiled beneath the surface, a muffled curse escaping his lips. Kim Mingyu, that idiot.

[panjakes]

Can I request something where dad!Scoups is arguing with his daughter because she keeps calling him by his first name😭😭

It all started when you were in the kitchen cooking and coups came into the kitchen bumping into the counter causing a pot to fall off the counter and onto your foot

“Seungcheol!” You scream holding your throbbing foot jumping up and down

“Ouu baby I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He says running over to you

“Seungcheol! You hurt my mommy!”

You both stop as you look over at your daughter who stood up in the dining room table chair with a frown on her face

“Who?” He asks

“Seungcheol!” She screams

“You do not call me that” he says pointing at her with a stern look

“Okay” she mumbles

You giggle, the pain in your foot and pinky toe long gone

The three of you were in the grocery store. You and coups loading things into the basket.

“Brooke what kind of fruit do you want?” You ask the four year old who taps her chin as she thinks about it

“Pick three babygirl” Seungcheol says

“Uh…oranges, grapes, and pineapples” she says making you nod as you fill up the chart with the fruits she wanted

“I’m gonna go get the bagels I’ll be back” Seungcheol says making you nod

“Where’s seungcheol going?” Brooke says making you side eye her

“Brooke didn’t he say stop calling him that? You call him dad” you say making her pout

“But you call him Seungcheol” she says now utterly confused

“Because I can”

“Why?” She asks

“Because we’re married and your still a baby so you have to call him dad” you say pushing the cart

“Okay” she mumbles with a pout

After paying for your groceries, you and could load the car up with the bags and your child who had a pout on her face

“What’s wrong princess? Why’re you upset?” He ask as he buckles her In

“Your names Seungcheol” she says still not letting this go

“No my names daddy” he says sternly

“No, it’s Seungcheol! Why can’t I call you Seungcheol?” She asks

“Because I’m your dad and I said not too” he says booping her nose which only got him a whine in response

“Nooo you lied to me!!” She says with tears streaming down her face. You peek at her from the passenger seat giving her a look.

“Lied to you? How’d I lie to you babygirl?” He asks genuinely concerned

“You said your names daddy but everyone calls you Seungcheol!” She says covering her face with her hands VERY dramatically

“My name is daddy”

“Nooooooo” she says

Seungcheol looks up at you with a “help me” look.

“Baby help me” he mumbles

You unbuckle your seatbelt to get a better look and position of your daughter

“Brooke. Cut it out.” You say sternly

“But momma! I don’t understand” she says pouting which caused your face to soften. Your baby was really confused right now.

You reach into the back seat grabbing her hand

“Listen baby. Daddy’s real name is Seungcheol but because your his daughter you have to call him daddy. It’s just the good thing to do! You don’t hear me calling gram and pop-pop by their names do you?” You asks making her shake her head

“No” she says

“Right. So don’t call him Seungcheol anymore. You call him dad” you say patting her knee

Seungcheol sighs(happy that’s over)closing the door and getting into the drivers seat

Brooke unbuckles her seat belt to wrap her arms around Seungcheol

“Sowry daddy. I won’t call you Seungcheol anymore” she says making Seungcheol chuckle

“It’s okay princess. Get in your seat and we’ll get cheesecake okay?” He asks making the tiny girl jump back into her seat buckling herself in

You shake your head looking over at Seungcheol

“You spoil her” you say

“She’s my little princess, of course I do” he says making you smile

I seen something like this on tiktok and it was so cute and so funny😭

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I took a deep breath as I started to walk towards the person who had been waiting for me since afternoon. Our class was dismissed earlier than usual, but I never dared to meet him before.

I've been ignoring him since last Saturday, and he messaged me earlier that he would wait at our meeting place until I was ready because he wanted to talk to me.

When I got to where we were going to meet, Vernon slowly raised his eyes and met mine with a smile. But I can’t seem to understand his emotions. His gazes were blank, empty as the sky. I can’t decode what is running in his head. Is he mad at me? I don’t know.

As soon as I approached him, Vernon tapped the space in his side, gesturing me to sit beside him. 

“What’s our problem?” He softly asked right away, looking at nowhere. His voice was full of worry.

I sighed, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Uhm…”

“Hmm?” 

“Lately, I’ve been losing my interest…” I pause to look at him. “...in you.”

vernon looked at me, hurting. The pain was visible in his eyes. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Tell me, Astra.” 

My heart skipped a beat upon seeing him cry.

I shook my head. “I just realize that It’s not worth it anymore.”

He holds my hand, still crying. “Tell me, please? Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it right. Tell me how can I make it worthy? Please, Astra?”

“I felt like, I am the only one who’s interested in us. I felt like I was only hoping for something that was not going to happen. You only initiate a convo if you want to. You can’t even ask what happened to me or if I’m just doing fine. You were supposed to gain my trust, Vernon, because you’re courting me, right? You even told me, you love me.” 

I looked at him. His head hangs low.

“Now tell me, Vernon, do you really love me?”

He quickly nods his head. “I love you, Astra. I’m sure of that.” He looked at me, still holding my hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know the possible effect of my actions. I’m sorry, I treated you that way. I’m sorry, Astra, please give me a chance.”

I looked away, but he held my cheeks and made me face him. He’s not crying anymore, but his face is still wet from the tears. 

“Please, Astra?” He asked, using his puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Only if–”

“I’ll do better this time, hm?” He kissed my forehead before hugging me. “Thank you for telling me.” He softly said.

When he pulled himself from the hug, he got a tissue from his bag and wiped his face. Then, he stood up and carried my bag. “Let’s go.”

Holding my hand, he pulled me gently to make me stand. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s 6 pm. So, I’ll take you home. I don’t want your father to get mad at me.” He smiled sweetly as we started to walk slowly towards the bus terminal.

That was when I realized, I hadn't lost interest in him, and my feelings grew without me, noticing.

[dolphincultleader]

Hello! Amateur author here. I am gonna be writing for txt and svt for the time being. This will definitely change after my blog gets a stable audience. Wish me luck and I hope you'll like my writing.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SEVENTEEN (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Mingyu/Lee Jihoon | Woozi Characters: Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Lee Jihoon | Woozi, Jeon Jungkook, Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo, Xu Minghao | The8, Jeon Wonwoo, Lee Seokmin | DK, Lee Chan | Dino Additional Tags: idiots to lovers, gym rat woozi, Babygirl Mingyu, Wall Sex, Strength Kink, Voyeurism, Under-negotiated Kink, ADHD Mingyu, Jeon Jungkook Has ADHD, implied wonchan, Mingyu is having a crisis and Jungkook is just vibing, Mentioned Yoonkook - Freeform, Jealousy is very minor and mostly for giggles, wonwoo is a good friend, Minghao chilling at Mingyu's parents house Summary:

He walks up to them with something molten sitting in his core that feels an awful lot like anger. It doesn't help that at just that second Jungkook reaches out and squeezes Jihoon’s bicep and then makes a perfect circle with his mouth in surprise and possibly something else.

“You have to be close.” Jungkook is saying just as Mingyu reaches them.

“Maybe, we’ll see,” Jihoon replies with his face bright red as he sees Mingyu. Jihoon gets red easily, he has the skin of a porcelain doll or a vampire love interest in one of those novels Mingyu’s sister likes. Jihoon’s face turns red when he laughs too hard sometimes. (Mingyu loves this fact. Enjoys that Jihoon’s enjoyment can be so visibly seen.) It’s just that this isn’t a “laughed too hard” red or a “danced too long” or even a “slept on one side too long” red, this is a blush. ~~~~~~~ After seeing Jungkook squeeze Jihoon's muscle Mingyu has a bit of a crisis.

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Hii I literally read all your svt reactions and imagines. I love them especially as a 💁🏾‍♀️. Can I request a wonwoo imagine. It can be anything smutish, fluff or angst I’m done💕

Thank you for loving and reading my work🫶🏼

Wonwoo sighs rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He was playing sims on your laptop and your sims were pissing him off by not following the plot he made for them.

“Babe your sims are stupid. Especially the guy. He’s really hard headed” he says shaking his head. You giggle putting the fresh cup of tea next to him on the desk

“You do know the guy is based off you right?” You ask picking up one of the kittens you just adopted

“Really? No wonder he looks familiar” Wonwoo says squinting causing you to giggle again

“I’ve already told you I made us sim characters” you say sitting on your bed playing with the baby kitten

“You did I just forgot I’m sorry sweetheart” he says sipping from the cup of tea

Wonwoo paused the game to look at you. He watched as you put the kitten on two legs and made it dance. Clicking your tongue and singing it a song. Wonwoo smiled chuckling lowly to himself

“My name is baby cat and I like to dance” you sing wiggling it’s little body. It looked over at wonwoo before letting out a small “meow”

“So what’re we going to eat for dinner?” He asks

“Uh sleep. I didn’t think you were staying so I was gonna just go to bed” you say putting the cat on the bed allowing it to get comfortable on one of the pillows

“I told you stop going to bed without eating. What do you want to eat?” He asks turning to the computer and continues the game

“Can we go get barbecue? Please!?” You ask excitedly

“We can get whatever you want sweetheart” he says never taking his eyes off the bright screen

“Yay! Ou! What am I going to where?! Babe! Skirt or jeans!?” You shout from your closet

“Jeans!” He shouts back

“But I want to wear a skirt” you say pouting looking at a baby blue skirt

“Well wear the skirt” he says

“I don’t know” you mumble but he heard you

“Does it matter? Your outfit is just gonna end up on the floor anyway” he says making you peek out the closet smirking at him

“What you trynna say?” You ask wiggling your eyebrows. He looks over at you before slightly blushing and looking back at the screen

“N-nothing like that! You just have a habit of throwing your clothes on the floor” he says scratching his head

“Awww you want to see me with my clothes off!!” You say running over to him pulling at his cheeks

“Geesh Yn! I did not mean it like that” he says chuckling

“Yeah yeah yeah what ever you say” you say smirking and walking back to the closet.

After another 20 minutes of searching for something to wear, you get dressed and were walking out the door.

Instead of driving or taking a can, you and wonwoo walk seeing as it wasn’t that far from your apartment.

Wonwoo smiled over at you as you ramble about the things you were going to eat once you reached to place.

“And we have to grab some beef for baby kitten and I want Ddukbokki and some dumplings-I hope I’m not Being greedy” you say mumbling looking off to the side

Wonwoo chuckles before putting a hand on top of your head running his hand through your braids that weren’t in the claw clip

“Get you some food to go too because I know you’ll forget to eat tomorrow” he says

“Hey!! It’s not my fault! I’m a very busy girl” you say crossing your arms as you reach the restaurant doors

“I know sweetheart” wonwoo says opening the door for you and you go in requesting a table.

After five minutes of waiting you both were seated and you immediately order because you Already know what you want.

Wonwoo sat quietly watching as you tell your waiter the things you wanted.

“And, babe you want a water?” You ask

“A waters fine” he says nodding

“A lemonade for me and water for him” you say ordering for him. Wonwoo didn’t mind, he likes the fact that you know what he likes.

While waiting for your food you and wonwoo make conversation about your job and the new album seventeen just dropped

“Oh yeah and my favorite song is I don’t under but I love you! When I tell you Hoshi CARRIED that song! And the sped up version on tik tok?!?! Oh I love that song” you say stuffing a spoon full of rice into your mouth

Wonwoo couldn’t help but chuckle as you expressed your excitement about the album.

“Oh shit I’m rambling again, I’m sorry is there anything you want to talk about baby?” You ask flipping the meat on the tiny grill

“No I’m fine sweetheart, I like listening too you” he says smiling. You return the smile and nod.

You continue to talk about everything you wanted to talk to him about. He nods every now and then letting you know he was listening.

As always wonwoo just listens but then gets distracted as he starts to give you a one over. Staring at your wide brown eyes as you get excited talking about how you wanted to go shopping for your new kitten.

Eyes dropping down to your cute button nose that was shinning from the pink highlight you applied before leaving the house.

Then his eyes dropping down to his favorite feature. Your lips. Your plump brown lips shinning from the brown and pink gloss you wore.

“Maybe I’ll get her a- why are you staring at me?” You say stopping your sentence

“Your just beautiful” he says leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You look over at him with a shocked but goofy look on your face

“Well thank you!” You say before turning and pecking his lips. Now it was his turn to give you a goofy shocked look

“Your so goofy Yn” he says chuckling

“What!? You started it” you say digging back into your food.

Wonwoo chuckles before grabbing your hand under the table.

You look over at him smiling as you grab his too.

“I love you” he mouths

“I love you too” you mouth back with food still in your mouth

“Ewww Yn!” He says giggling making you giggle too

[haikyuie]

Every time i try to open links in the app they open in my browser, does anyone know how to fix this?

& they’re links i used before which opened in app so idk