#seventeen jun

[scoupsakakitty]

Cherry Blossom | idol!Jun x reader | fluff

The bustling streets of Tokyo were alive with energy as Y/N and Jun wandered through the crowded streets. Lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, casting warm light over the stalls lining the street. Everything smelled delicious, from freshly grilled skewers to steaming bowls of ramen, but Y/N was too distracted to enjoy it.

“Jun, I think we’re lost,” she said, looking around nervously.

Jun tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Lost? No, we’re just… exploring.”

She shot him a skeptical look. “Exploring? We’ve passed this takoyaki stall three times already.”

Jun glanced at the stall and then back at her, his expression calm. “Well, maybe the takoyaki here is just that good.”

“Jun,” she groaned, tugging at his sleeve. “We need to find the train station. We’re going to miss the last train.”

Jun pulled out his phone and frowned at the screen. “No signal.”

“Great,” Y/N muttered, crossing her arms. “And neither of us speaks enough Japanese to ask for directions.”

Jun shrugged, his nonchalant attitude doing nothing to ease her frustration. “We’ll figure it out. Maybe we can just stay out all night. It’ll be fun!”

“Fun? Wandering around a foreign city with no plan and no place to stay? Yeah, sounds like a blast,” she said sarcastically.

Jun chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You worry too much, Y/N. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”

She sighed, looking around the crowded street. “Going with the flow is easy for you. You’re Junhui, the guy who always seems to have everything under control.”

“That’s not true,” he said, his voice softer now. “I just… don’t show it as much.”

Y/N glanced up at him, her irritation fading slightly. “So, what do we do now, Mr. Go-With-The-Flow?”

Jun grinned and pointed to a small café at the end of the street. “We go there. Sit down, regroup, and figure it out.”

With no better option, Y/N followed him. The café was cozy, with soft jazz music playing in the background and a warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. They settled into a corner booth, and Jun pulled out a small map he had picked up earlier in the day.

“Okay,” he said, spreading the map out on the table. “Let’s solve this like a puzzle.”

Y/N leaned over to look, her shoulder brushing against his. “You’re really bad at puzzles, Jun.”

“True,” he admitted with a laugh. “But you’re great at them, so we make a good team.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his optimism. As they traced their route on the map, their laughter gradually replaced her frustration.

An hour later, they stepped back onto the street, their spirits lifted.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Jun said, tucking the map into his pocket.

“You mean after we spent half an hour trying to figure out which way was north?” Y/N teased.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Details.”

As they walked, Jun suddenly stopped in front of a small shop window. Inside was a collection of handmade trinkets, each one delicate and unique.

“Wait here,” he said, disappearing inside before Y/N could protest.

When he returned, he held out a small charm in the shape of a cherry blossom.

“For you,” he said, placing it in her hand.

“Jun…” she started, but he shook his head.

“Think of it as a souvenir,” he said. “Something to remember this adventure by.”

Y/N stared at the charm, her heart swelling with warmth. “Thank you.”

Jun smiled, his eyes soft as he looked at her. “You know, getting lost with you wasn’t so bad.”

She laughed, slipping the charm into her pocket. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re my favorite travel companion,” he said, reaching for her hand.

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As they walked hand in hand, the sounds of the city seemed to fade into the background. Jun occasionally swung their arms gently, a playful smile on his face. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye, marveling at how relaxed he seemed despite everything.

“You’re enjoying this way too much for someone who got us lost,” she teased, squeezing his hand.

Jun tilted his head dramatically, feigning offense. “Got us lost? I prefer to call it spontaneous adventuring.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

Jun stopped abruptly, pulling her to a halt as well. “Actually,” he said, his tone suddenly serious, “you’re the one who helps me sleep at night.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean it,” Jun said, his voice soft but firm. “Being with you makes everything feel… lighter. Like, even when we’re lost or things don’t go as planned, it doesn’t bother me because I’m with you.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, the sincerity in his tone making her heart skip a beat. “Jun…”

He smiled at her, a little shy now. “I just wanted to say that. I’m not always the best with words, but… I hope you know how much you mean to me.”

Y/N felt her irritation from earlier melt away completely. She reached up to touch his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “You’re better with words than you think, Junhui.”

His eyes lit up at her use of his full name, and before she could say anything else, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Come on,” he said, his voice lighter now. “Let’s find that train station before we accidentally end up in a completely different city.”

After another half hour of wandering (this time with better navigation), they finally found the train station. Y/N let out a triumphant cheer as they stepped onto the platform.

“We made it!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

Jun chuckled, watching her with an affectionate gaze. “Told you we’d figure it out.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, giving him a pointed look. “And next time, you’re in charge of asking for directions.”

“I’ll start learning Japanese right away,” he joked, pulling her close as the train approached.

By the time they returned to their hotel, it was well past midnight. Y/N flopped onto the bed, exhausted but content. Jun joined her, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

“Today was kind of a mess,” she said, turning her head to look at him.

Jun smiled, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “The best kind of mess.”

Y/N laughed softly, rolling onto her side so she could rest her head on his chest. His arm instinctively wrapped around her, holding her close.

“I don’t mind getting lost,” she murmured, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his shirt, “as long as it’s with you.”

Jun pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice low and full of warmth. “I’ll take us anywhere you want to go, Y/N. Even if we get lost a hundred times.”

As the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep, Y/N smiled, knowing that with Jun by her side, every detour would feel like the right path.

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[just-a-little-fangirl-love]

This man is such a good performer, I'm so glad he's back after having fun doing his first love of acting. Also, the way his arms flex in that last gif makes my knees a little weak.

JUN HOT @ Tecate Pa'l Norte 2025

[m00nlightshine]

250411 JUN IG & XHS

[cheolieji]

could i request a 14th member!reader where she likes jun and all the members are watching his cdrama, exclusive fairytale, and she starts to get annoyed/jealous cos of the kissing scenes and then they all start to notice?

the drama - wen junhui

wc: 872

pairing: 14thmember!reader x jun

Idol au

genre: fluff

guide for requesting on my page, check [17] (pink highlighted) for my yes and no's

A/N: feel free to request guyss im currently more into writing short fics and drabbles rather than reaction

and I see a lot of you guys like 14th member fics so of course I'm open to that too!!

You’re squished between Seungkwan and Joshua on the couch, and honestly, you’re trying real hard not to let your eye twitch.

The living room is packed. Everyone’s here. Couch is full, the floor’s full, there are two guys in beanbags, and even more just hanging off armrests or leaning on walls. All eyes are glued to the TV. It’s Exclusive Fairytale night, apparently.

Jun’s drama.

It started out fine. You were even excited at first. Jun acting all cool and charming, pulling off the main lead thing like a pro. You’d teased him about it too. Told him he looked cheesy in the trailer and then totally took it back when the first episode dropped.

But now you’re three kisses deep and dangerously close to losing your mind.

Jun’s on the screen with his drama girlfriend. Her hands are in his hair. His face is doing that soft, dreamy thing where he tilts his head and stares at her like she’s the only person in the world. And then, yeah. He leans in. Again.

Someone whistles.

“Okay,” Vernon says. “He’s way too good at this.”

“Bro,” Minghao adds from the floor. “That’s not acting. That’s a lifestyle.”

Jun just laughs quietly like it’s no big deal. “Relax. It’s just a scene.”

You scoff. You don’t mean to. It just slips out, louder than you expect.

Every single head turns toward you.

Seungkwan grins like it’s Christmas morning. “Hmm? Something to say, Y/N?”

You try to play it off. “What? No. I’m just saying, it’s kinda dramatic, don’t you think? Like... she’s doing too much. All that hand-in-his-hair stuff? A little extra.”

Wonwoo looks at you over the top of his glasses. “That’s literally how people kiss in dramas.”

“Not all of them,” you argue, even though you know you’re losing this fast.

“Sounds like someone’s pressed,” Hoshi says, grinning.

“I’m not pressed,” you say, crossing your arms.

Joshua laughs. “You kind of sound pressed.”

“I’m not,” you say again, probably too fast.

Mingyu sits up a little, eyes lighting up. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

Your mouth opens and closes. “Of what?”

DK puts his hand on his heart like he’s feeling emotional. “Of Jun getting all this romantic action while you’re over here fighting for your life?”

You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at him. “Shut up, Seokmin.”

The whole room breaks into laughter. Even Seungcheol’s smiling, and he usually doesn’t get involved unless it’s peak chaos.

Jun is still lounging in his armchair, completely unbothered, one arm over the backrest like he’s royalty or something. He’s got that tiny smirk on his face, like he’s watching something way more entertaining than the show.

“You good?” he asks, looking straight at you.

You stare at him. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He tilts his head slightly. “I mean, if it’s hard to watch, I can skip the scene.”

He’s messing with you. You know it. He knows you know it. Everyone else definitely knows it.

Minghao gasps. “Oh my god. He’s doing it on purpose.”

Dino leans toward the TV and mutters, “This is better than the actual drama.”

Another kissing scene starts. Of course it does. You sit there silently, arms crossed, face heating up, while everyone loses their minds all over again. They’re tossing out fake commentary like it’s a live broadcast.

“Look at the technique,” Jeonghan says, voice deep and serious like he’s analyzing art.

“He’s really in character,” Seokmin adds, nodding.

Meanwhile, you are physically holding back the urge to leave the room. Not because you’re annoyed at Jun. Okay, maybe a little. But mostly because your brain is screaming and your heart is being annoying and fast and you just know Jun is loving this.

You glance at him again. He’s already looking at you.

And when your eyes meet, he mouths something.

Just acting.

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips anyway. You hate it here.

And he’s clearly having the time of his life knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.

@picheolinormrcha

[lololololchips]

hi 👉👈 can you pls make more jun texts pls pls pls

YES I CAN��😼

Wen Junhui || more boyfriend texts with jun

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

warnings: fem pronouns, literally nothing just jun being the best bf known to man (i need him)

[csprint]

how long do you think it would take before having sex with svt??

seungcheol

only a month

jeonghan

girl yesterday

joshua

a good two months. and it was on your accord. gentleman shua.

jun

almost. you only ever almost do it. for some reason you keep getting interrupted. once got so close just by his tip just barely grazing your entrance.

hoshi

man was trying to hit on the first night 💀 you made him wait three months.

wonwoo

four months. overthinking the perfect way to initiate.

woozi

six months. he’s just so distracted with working. but trust, fucking you is always on his mind.

dokyeom

soon. he need that right now. could bust in his pants just looking at you.

mingyu

two weeks. he’s not patient.

minghao

also a month. he doesn’t like to keep you waiting.

seungkwan

you’re wondering how long, yourself. he’ll talk a lot about when, where, and how but doesn’t follow through.

vernon

not that long. maybe like a couple of days into dating because it already took ages before he finally admitted to liking you.

dino

in about an hour. hope your schedule is cleared.

[poemaojal]

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[amyzworldds]

Hello, i have a request uhm yn the 14th member is getting hate because of her chaos or something, being compared to other demure idol, and then she heard other members talking about it when she heard it she felt hurt and she thought like really deep thought she's being too much so she just went like normal (not normal her but normal to others yk) she's not loud, chaotic, she laughs but not in her way something like that she's not giving silent treatment but she's not giving normal treatment like that she's slowly trying to grow up like others has been saying and the member didn't like it, not one bit then they realize no one is ready or will ever be ready for her to grow up, thank you 🫶🏻

Title: Weight of Words

Masterlist | Part 2

After a week of relentless online hate branding her a "pick-me" and "immature," Y/N, Seventeen’s wild, beloved maknae, overhears her members suggest she "tone it down" and "act her age," shattering her spirit. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: heavy angst, with lil bit of fluff

It had been a rough week for Y/N, the 14th member of Seventeen and the group’s beloved maknae. Her chaotic, bubbly energy had always been her trademark—a wild, troublemaking spark that lit up every room she entered. She was loud, wild, and sweet all at once, the kind of person who’d strike up a conversation with a stranger or tease her 13 older brothers without a second thought. The boys adored her for it, and fans had long celebrated her for being a breath of fresh air in the polished world of k-pop.

But now, that same personality was being weaponized against her. It started with a clip from a variety show featuring female artists her age—an event Y/N had been thrilled about, a rare chance to hang out with girls instead of being the lone female in a sea of 13 boys. In the video, she was laughing—really laughing, that signature Y/N cackle—while clapping her hands, her whole body shaking with joy as she bantered with another artist. The other girl laughed too, but softer, more restrained. The cameras naturally zoomed in on Y/N, her bold energy standing out against the quieter, shyer demeanor of the others. Fans had always loved her for being natural. Until they didn’t.

Then came the second clip: Y/N playfully teasing a male idol she’d known for years, tossing a cheeky comment his way with that mischievous grin of hers. It was classic Y/N—harmless, friendly chaos. But the internet twisted it. Suddenly, clips of her were everywhere, stitched together with snarky captions: “Pick-me girl.” “Such a flirt.” “She’s too old to act like this.” “Immature.” “Stop flirting, act your age.” The narrative snowballed, and within days, she was trending for all the wrong reasons. People dissected her every move, calling her attention-seeking, saying she should “act her age” instead of being the wild, loud troublemaker she’d always been.

The group had moved on from dorm life. Sold-out concerts, solo gigs, photoshoots, and flights to far-off countries kept them scattered—some in their own places, some crashing with family or each other. Y/N chose solitude, her own quiet space in Seoul, a refuge from their relentless pace. Rest was a luxury now, not like their debut days when they’d pile into one room and bicker over snacks. She missed it sometimes, but this week, alone felt safer—until it didn’t.

She hadn’t told the members about the hate. They were busy—Hoshi with Woozi locked in the studio, Seungcheol juggling leadership and schedules, Jun acting career. When they met, rare as it was, she plastered on a smile, laughing off exhaustion like always. They didn’t ask—she didn’t tell. She figured they hadn’t noticed the storm online, or maybe they were waiting for her to crack first. Either way, she wasn’t ready to spill.

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That afternoon, the practice room hummed with restless energy, the 13 boys waiting for Y/N, delayed by traffic. They lounged on the floor, the air thick with unspoken worry. Seungcheol scrolled his phone, brow furrowed, while Jeonghan fidgeted with his sleeve. They’d all seen the hate—Y/N’s name trending for the wrong reasons.

“She’s been quiet,” Joshua said softly, breaking the silence. “Not texting much, no random facetime—anyone else notice?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu nodded, sprawled out. “She’s acting fine when we’re together, but it’s… off. She’s not yelling at us like usual.”

“She’s pretending,” Woozi said, blunt. “The hate’s everywhere—I’ve seen the videos. She’s gotta be feeling it.”

Seungcheol sighed, heavy. “She won’t say anything. Just smiles—I don’t know how to reach her.”

“She’s stubborn,” Hoshi muttered, kicking the floor. “Won’t crack ‘til she’s ready.”

“It’s brutal out there,” Seungkwan cut in, sharp. “They’re tearing her apart—calling her immature, a pick-me. She’s 24, and they’re acting like she’s a disgrace.”

“Fans twist everything,” Wonwoo said, frowning. “She was just being herself—what’s wrong with that?”

“We can’t let it keep going,” Seungcheol said, firm. “She’s drowning, even if she won’t show it.”

“So what do we do?” Minghao asked, glancing around. “Force her to talk?”

“No,” Woozi shook his head. “She’ll shut us down. Maybe she needs to lay low—tone it down, act more her age. You know, feminine, mature—just ‘til it blows over…”

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Y/N trudged up to the practice room door, exhaustion weighing her down. Traffic had been a nightmare, and the hate buzzing in her head didn’t help. She was about to push in when voices slipped through the crack—her name, clear and cutting. She froze, ear pressed closer.

“���lay low—tone it down, act more her age,” Woozi’s voice hit her like a slap. “Feminine, mature…”

Her breath caught, heart sinking fast. Act her age? Tone it down? Feminine? The words stabbed deeper than any hate comment, raw and sharp, straight from her brothers—her safe place. Her hands shook, eyes stinging, but she swallowed it down, jaw tight. She wouldn’t cry—not here. She shoved the door open, plastering on a smile that felt like glass.

“Hey, membedeul!” she chirped, too loud, tossing her bag down. “Traffic was hell—sorry I’m late!”

The room jolted, 13 heads snapping up. Seungcheol coughed, sitting straighter. “Y/N-ah, hey! Uh, no problem—glad you made it.”

“Finally!” Hoshi teased, grinning, though his eyes flickered with something unsure. “Thought you’d ditched us.”

She laughed—bright, brittle, forced—waving it off. “Me? Never! Just Seoul being Seoul. Let’s dance—I’m pumped!” She breezed past, dodging their stares, her chest a knot as she grabbed her water bottle.

Practice started, and Y/N threw herself in—steps sharp, spins flawless. She laughed when Mingyu tripped, nodded at Seungkwan’s grumbling, clapped Hoshi’s back like always. But it was a performance, every move masking the ache. Tone it down. Act more her age. Feminine. Their words looped, slicing her open, and every glance from them felt like a spotlight on her flaws. Jeonghan watched her, brow creased, but she turned away, grinning harder.

“Y/N-ah, you okay?” Joshua asked during a break, voice gentle. She was stretching, staring at the floor.

“Perfect!” she lied, flashing teeth. “Just tired—traffic’s a beast.”

He nodded, hesitant, but dropped it. The day stretched—hours of choreo, sweat, and her charade. She bantered with DK, dodged Seungkwan’s jabs, but her laughs were edged, her eyes hollow. Inside, she was unraveling—they think I’m wrong too?—and the silence she held screamed louder than her usual chaos.

By the end, they collapsed on the floor, spent. Y/N sat apart, scrolling her phone, the hate blurring into static. ���Good job, guys,” she said, voice flat, standing. “I’m out—see you tomorrow!”

“Y/N-ah, hold on—” Seungcheol started, but she was already moving.

“Night!” she called, waving without looking back, slipping out. The hall swallowed her steps, her smile crashing the second she was alone. She’d heard them—her family—and the sting of tone it down cut deeper than any troll’s words. She’d keep up the act, but it was breaking her, piece by quiet piece.

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That night, Y/N lay sprawled on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her quiet apartment. The practice room words echoed—“lay low—tone it down, act more age, feminine, mature”—sharp and unrelenting. Her chest ached, a dull thud of doubt. Maybe they’re right, she thought, fingers tracing patterns in the dark. Her members—her brothers—knew her better than anyone. If they said it, it must be for her good, right? She wasn’t just Y/N anymore; she was Seventeen Y/N, and every misstep dragged their name with her. The hate online, the “pick-me” labels, the “immature” jabs—maybe toning down her wild, loud self would stop it. Maybe she should change. She rolled over, burying her face in her pillow, whispering, “I’ll try… for them.”

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Over the next few days, Y/N shifted. It wasn’t drastic—she couldn’t erase herself—but it was enough. In the practice room, she still talked to the boys, still smiled, but her laugh was softer, restrained, not the cackle that once bounced off the walls. She’d joke, but the edge was gone—no playful shoves, no exaggerated antics. “Hey, Mingyu oppa, don’t trip again,” she’d say with a small grin, not the usual loud tease followed by a slap on his back. The boys noticed—how could they not?—but they didn’t push. Seungcheol’s brow furrowed when her giggles tapered off too fast, Hoshi’s grin faltered when she didn’t match his energy, Jun’s gaze lingered when she sidestepped their usual chaos. She was still Y/N, but… muted, like a song played too quiet.

“Y/N-ah, you’re chill today,” Wonwoo said one afternoon, tossing her a water bottle. “Feeling okay?”

“Yeah!” she chirped, catching it with a tight smile. “Just… pacing myself. Long week.” She sipped, avoiding his eyes, and he nodded, unsure.

“Less wild, huh?” Dino teased, nudging her. “Where’s my partner-in-crime?”

“Retired,” she quipped, smirking faintly, but didn’t leap into his antics like usual. He laughed, but it died quick, unease flickering.

She kept it up—acting “ her age,” feminine, mature, whatever that meant. No loud outbursts, no clinging to her oppas. She told herself it was fine—fans wanted this, the hate would stop, and she wouldn’t taint Seventeen shine. But each forced smile felt heavier, each stifled laugh a knot in her throat.

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The Music Bank stage loomed that Friday, their latest comeback performance electric under the lights. They nailed it—crowd roaring, confetti falling—and when the winner was announced, Seventeen name rang out. The trophy gleamed in Seungcheol’s hands as they stayed on stage, waving to fans, the cameras rolling. Normally, this was their playground—goofy poses, Hoshi twirling the mic, Woozi fake-sobbing, Y/N hugging everyone in sight. Tonight, though, she stood still at the back, a polite smile plastered on, hands clasped in front.

Jeonghan, trophy in one hand, turned to her with his usual grin, arms opening for their signature hug—arms around her shoulders, her squeezing back, a staple for carats. “Y/N-ah, c’mere!” he called, voice warm over the cheers.

Her heart jolted. She stepped toward him—then froze. Flirt. Pick-me. Clingy. The hate flashed in her mind, a warning siren. She couldn’t—not in front of cameras, not with the world watching. She pivoted mid-step, a sharp U-turn, dodging his hug to stand at the edge, waving stiffly at the crowd instead. Jeonghan’s arms dropped, his smile faltering for a split second before he recovered, turning to Seungcheol with a laugh.

The 13 boys exchanged glances—quick, subtle, but loaded. Seungcheol’s jaw tightened, Hoshi’s eyes widened, Wonwoo tilted his head, confused. They’d seen her pull back all week, but this? On stage? They masked it fast—posing for the cameras, Seungcheol lifting the trophy high, DK flashing a peace sign—but the air shifted. Something was wrong.

“Y/N-ah, you didn’t hug me!” Jeonghan teased as they shuffled offstage, voice light but eyes searching.

She forced a laugh, shrugging. “Didn’t wanna steal your spotlight, oppa!” She skipped ahead, avoiding his gaze, her chest tight.

Backstage, the boys huddled, voices low. “She dodged me,” Jeonghan muttered, frowning. “That’s not her.”

“She’s been weird all week,” Seungkwan said, sharp. “Quiet—too quiet.”

“She’s toning it down,” Woozi said, realization dawning, his voice heavy.

They watched her across the room, chatting with a staff member, her smile polite but empty. The Y/N they knew—loud, clingy, and being all goofy—was fading, replaced by this careful, muted version. The trophy sat forgotten on a table, their win hollowed by the crack she wouldn’t show.

“We fix this,” Seungcheol said, firm. “She’s not dragging us down—she’s us. She needs to know.”

But Y/N, adjusting her mic pack, kept her distance, the weight of tone it down pressing her into silence. She’d keep pretending—for them, for the fans—until it broke her.

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Past midnight, Y/N sat hunched on her bed, the glow of her phone casting shadows on her tear-streaked face. Sleep wouldn’t come—the Music Bank moment replayed in her head, her dodging Jeonghan’s hug a neon sign of her new “mature” self. She’d scrolled to escape, but people threw a fresh wound her way: a clip of that exact avoidance, captioned, “Y/N pretending to be shy—such a flirt deep down.” Comments piled on—“She’s fake,” “Still a pick-me, just hiding it,” “old enough to act mature and still playing games.” Her breath hitched, and the dam broke. Sobs wracked her, loud and messy, echoing in her empty apartment. “I can’t do this,” she choked out, clutching her phone. She’d toned it down—acted her age, feminine, distant—like they wanted, like her members said. But the hate still came, sharper now, accusing her of faking it. What do they want? she thought, tears blurring the screen. I’m trying—I’m trying so hard. Why do they still hate me?

She scrolled more, hate comment after hate comment—“She’s dragging SEVENTEEN down,” “So annoying, just leave”—each one a knife. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t sleep, just cried until her eyes burned and her throat ached. Exhaustion finally pulled her under, phone slipping from her hand, still glowing with venom as she drifted off, tears drying on her cheeks.

Morning came, gray and heavy. Y/N woke to a pounding headache and a hollow chest, the night’s sobs lingering like a bruise. Practice loomed—she couldn’t face them, couldn’t fake it again. Her fingers shook as she texted the choreography director: “Not feeling well today—can’t make practice. Sorry.” She hit send, tossed her phone aside, and curled back into her blankets, the lie her only shield.

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In the practice room, the boys gathered, the air thick with unease. They’d barely slept, replaying the Music Bank moment—Y/N’s sharp dodge, her forced smile. It wasn’t just that; the past four days gnawed at them. She hadn’t touched them—no playful shoves, no hugs, no leaning on Seungcheol during breaks. She’d laughed, joked, but it was off, like she’d locked part of herself away.

“She hasn’t been herself,” Joshua said, voice low, stretching on the floor. “Not since… what, Monday?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu nodded, frowning. “She’s talking, but she’s not here. And last night—she didn’t even hug Jeonghan hyung.”

Jeonghan leaned against the mirror, arms crossed. “She U-turned so fast I thought I smelled bad. She’s pulling back—hard.”

“She heard us,” Woozi said, realization sinking in, his tone grim. “That day in practice—‘tone it down, act her age.’ She walked in right after.”

Hoshi groaned, running a hand through his hair. “She didn’t hear the rest—us worrying. She thinks we want her to change.”

“We screwed up,” Seungcheol said, jaw tight. “She’s doing this for us—shutting down—and we let it happen.”

The choreographer strode in, clapping. “Alright, let’s start—where’s Y/N?”

“She’s not here,” Hoshi said, glancing around. “She didn’t text us.”

The choreographer checked his phone. “She’s not feeling well—texted me this morning. Didn’t she tell you?”

The boys froze, eyes meeting in silent alarm. “No,” Seungkwan said, sharp. “She didn’t.”

“She’s dodging us,” Vernon muttered, pulling out his phone. “She’s replied to texts, but no calls—look.” He flashed a dry “Yeah, I’m fine” from her, timestamped an hour ago.

“She never misses practice,” Dino said, voice small. “Not unless it’s bad.”

Seungcheol’s frown deepened. “Something’s wrong—really wrong.”

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Past midnight, Y/N sat curled on her bed, the dim light of her phone cutting through the dark. She couldn’t sleep—the weight of the week pressed down, her chest tight. She scrolled mindlessly, seeking distraction, but twitter delivered a gut punch: a video of her dodging Jeonghan’s hug at Music Bank, her forced smile frozen on screen. The caption sneered, “Y/N pretending to be shy—still a flirt underneath.” Comments piled on—“So fake,” “Can’t hide her pick-me vibes,” “Old and still a clown.” Her breath hitched, and tears burst free, loud and ragged. “I can’t do this!” she sobbed, voice breaking in the empty room. She’d toned it down—acted mature, feminine, distant—like her members said, like the fans demanded. But it wasn’t enough. “What do they want from me?” she cried, clutching her phone. “I’m doing it right—why do they still hate me? What did I do?!” Practice loomed tomorrow, but she couldn’t face it—couldn’t face them. She scrolled more, hate fueling her tears—“She’s a disgrace,” “Leave Seventeen”—until exhaustion dragged her under, phone slipping from her trembling hands, still glowing with venom as she sobbed herself to sleep.

Morning crept in, gray and cold. Y/N woke to swollen eyes and a hollow ache, the night’s breakdown etched into her face. She couldn’t go to practice—couldn’t fake another smile. Her hands shook as she texted the choreography director: “Not feeling well—can’t make practice today. Sorry.” She tossed her phone aside, burrowing back into her blankets, the lie her flimsy armor.

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By 8 p.m., the practice room was quiet, the boys slumped against the walls, practice half-hearted without her. Seungcheol stood, pacing, his silence heavier than usual. “She’s not answering calls,” he said, voice rough. “Texts, yeah, but she’s shutting us out. This isn’t Y/N.”

“She’s hurting,” Jeonghan said, soft but firm. “We let her think we don’t want her—the real her.”

“We can’t leave it like this,” Mingyu said, standing. “She’s our sister—she needs us.”

Seungcheol nodded, decisive. “Enough. We’re going to her place—now.”

“What if she won’t let us in?” Seungkwan asked, worried.

“Then we knock ‘til she does,” Hoshi said, grabbing his jacket. “She’s not doing this alone.”

“She heard us wrong,” Woozi said, guilt lacing his words. “We fix it—tell her she’s not dragging us down. She’s us.”

“She can yell, cry, whatever,” Seungcheol said, pulling on his cap. “No more pretending—not with us.”

They piled into cars, the night dark and heavy, hearts pounding with urgency. Y/N was family—their loud, wild, irreplaceable maknae—and they’d let her slip too far. If she’d misunderstood, if she was breaking under their words and the world’s hate, they’d tear down her walls themselves. They couldn’t lose her—not to this, not to anything.

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Y/N sat slumped on her living room floor, surrounded by the chaos of her personality—bright pink throw pillows, a lime-green rug, a shelf of quirky figurines, fairy lights strung across the walls. It was her—loud, colorful, unapologetic. She loved it, but now it felt wrong.

She’d never felt so alone. The hate had chipped away her confidence, leaving a shell where her fire used to burn. “Leave SEVENTEEN—she’s a disgrace,” “Weak link dragging them down”—the comments looped, venomous and relentless. She’d trained for years, fought tooth and nail to debut, and now they wanted her gone? “I can’t leave,” she sobbed, curling tighter. “But I can’t stay like this either.” Solo flashed in her mind—her alone on a stage, no 13 boys, no laughter—but it terrified her. She couldn’t picture it, couldn’t breathe through the panic it sparked.

Her phone trembled in her hand as she opened a message to their manager, tears blurring the screen. “Do I need to leave the group?” she typed, each word a stab. She stared at it, thumb hovering over send, then pressed it, a quiet wail escaping as it delivered. “If that’s what they want…” she murmured, dropping the phone, burying her face in her knees. She didn’t want to leave her house—her safe, colorful cave—didn’t want to face the world until the hate died. But would it ever?

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In the practice room, the boys were mid-scramble—jackets on, keys jangling—when the door banged open. Their manager stormed in, phone gripped tight, face pale. “Have you talked to Y/N?” he barked, voice urgent.

Seungcheol froze, mid-step. “No—why? What’s wrong?”

The manager’s eyes flicked to him, tense. “Seungcheol, we need to talk—about Y/N.”

“Talk to all of us!” Hoshi snapped, stepping forward, voice sharp. “What’s going on? Why just him?”

“Yeah, spill it!” Mingyu demanded, towering over the manager. “She’s our sister—what’s happening?”

The manager hesitated, then thrust his phone out, screen glowing with Y/N’s message: “Do I need to leave the group?” The room went dead silent, the words a gut punch. Then chaos erupted.

“What the hell?!” Seungkwan shouted, voice cracking. “Leave the group?!”

“She can’t—” Dino choked, eyes wide. “She wouldn’t—why would she even think that?!”

“She heard us!” Woozi yelled, slamming a fist on the wall, fury and guilt colliding. “She thinks we want her gone!”

Seungcheol snatched the phone, staring at the text, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “This is our fault,” he growled, voice low and lethal. “We let her think she’s a burden—damn it!”

“She’s not leaving!” Hoshi roared, grabbing his keys. “No way—I’ll drag her back myself if I have to!”

“We’re going—now!” Mingyu said, already at the door, eyes blazing. “She’s not doing this—she’s not quitting us!”

Jeonghan’s voice cut through, sharp and trembling. “She’s breaking—alone—and we’re sitting here? Move!”

The manager stepped back, stunned. “She sent it five minutes ago—I came straight here. She’s not answering my calls.”

“She’s not answering ours either!” Seungkwan snapped, shoving his phone in his pocket. “She’s shutting down—we’re done waiting!”

Seungcheol spun to the group, fury radiating. “Get in the cars—now! We’re not losing her—not to hate, not to us, not to anything. She’s ours—our maknae—and we’re fixing this tonight!”

“What do we say?!” Dino asked, voice shaking as he followed. “She’s gonna be a mess!”

“We tell her she’s enough!” Joshua shouted, yanking his jacket on. “Exactly how she is—wild, loud, everything!”

“We beg if we have to,” Mingyu added, voice breaking. “She’s not a disgrace—she’s our strength!”

“She’s not leaving,” Seungcheol said, slamming the door open, voice a vow. “Not over a damn misunderstanding—I’ll burn the internet down before I let her think that!”

They piled into cars, engines roaring, tires screeching as they sped through the night. “She’s family!” Hoshi yelled over the noise, fists clenched. “No one gets to take her—not fans, not us!”

“She’s been fighting alone,” Woozi muttered, guilt choking him. “We end this—now.”

Seungcheol gripped the wheel, eyes hard. “She’s not a weak link—she’s our heart. We make her see that.” The city blurred past, 8 p.m. ticking toward a confrontation they couldn’t lose. Y/N was slipping—cracking under hate and their own careless words—and they’d storm her walls, mad as hell, to pull her back.

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an: Hii, anon! I know this is quite late, but I’ll be splitting it into two parts since it’s so longg—I was surprised to see it reached 16 pages! My thoughts just kept flowing, and I hope I’ve captured what you requested. Also, I’ve noticed many of you have been asking for an angsty part featuring the 14th member, so I’ll post that once this is done. Thank you so much for your support—lots of love!

[inmynewworld]

Jun with Kun and Chenle. ♡

Memebers of NCT (WayV and NCT Dream)

[mi9yuz]

when their bb girl steals ur phone ✶ svt hyung line

fluff , lots of pet names @wonkierideul

[nightbeforethend]

“I can’t pay the mortgage” // seventeen (pfu)

a/n: ok, seventeen is DONE (I fear I can’t do another one of these for any other groups because I’ve truly run out of ideas but I appreciate the person who requested this! Truly had the time of my life ☺️)

warning(s): very little swearing

vocal unit | hip hop unit

[scoupsakakitty]

Hii love your work

Could you do husband Junhui when Y/n being taken care after a surgery and he never leave her side

By Your Side, Always | idol!Jun x Reader | fluff

tw: hospital

The steady beeping of the hospital monitor was the first thing Y/N registered as she drifted into consciousness. Her eyelids felt heavy, her throat dry, and there was a dull ache in her abdomen—a reminder of the surgery she had undergone.

But before she could even think too much about it, a warm hand gently squeezed hers.

“You’re awake,” Junhui’s voice was soft, relieved, as if he had been holding his breath for hours.

Y/N turned her head slightly to see him sitting beside her bed, his dark eyes filled with concern. His hair was slightly messy, his hoodie wrinkled—signs that he hadn’t left her side at all.

“Hey,” she croaked, her voice hoarse.

“Hey,” he breathed out, immediately reaching for the water cup on the bedside table. “Here, small sips.”

She took the straw between her lips and sipped carefully. The cool water soothed her throat, and she let out a small sigh. “Thanks.”

Jun placed the cup back and leaned in closer, his fingers brushing over her forehead. “How do you feel? Do you need anything? Should I call the nurse?”

Y/N smiled weakly at his endless questions. “I’m okay. Just a little sore.”

Jun sighed, his grip on her hand tightening. “You scared me, you know. Even though I knew it was a routine surgery, I still—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I hated seeing you like that.”

“I’m fine, Jun,” she assured him, squeezing his fingers. “And you’ve been here the whole time?”

“Of course,” he said instantly. “Where else would I be?”

She chuckled softly. “You didn’t even go home to sleep?”

Jun shook his head, a sheepish smile on his lips. “They had a couch in the waiting room. Not the best bed, but I managed.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re my wife,” he countered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. “There’s no way I’d leave you alone, not even for a second.”

Y/N’s heart warmed at his words. Even in her groggy state, she could feel the overwhelming love he had for her.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“For what?”

“For being here. For always taking care of me.”

Jun leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against hers. “That’s my job as your husband, baobei. And I’m never going to stop.”

Y/N sighed happily, closing her eyes as she let herself relax. “I love you, Wen Junhui.”

His lips brushed against her temple, his voice a soft whisper. “I love you more.”

[woozinhos]

Hiiii! Could you write a junhui shy to ask to have sex but obviously aroused, he's not good at hiding it

Notes: stop subby men are just for me fr

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You were cuddling with Jun in bed, the room dimly lit by a single lamp. You could feel him squirming beside you, his body tense with pent-up desire. He had been quiet for most of the night, and you knew something was on his mind. "Jun," you said softly, turning to face him. "What's wrong? You're acting weird."

Jun blushed and looked away, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to avoid your gaze. "Nothing's wrong," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just... I'm just tired." You raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure? You're being really fidgety." Jun bit his lip and shifted uncomfortably. He knew he couldn't hide it from you any longer. "Okay, fine," he admitted. "I'm horny, but I don't know how to ask you for... for what I want."

You smiled at his honesty, and reached out to cup his cheek. "You don't have to be shy with me, Jun," you said gently. "You can tell me what you want. I won't judge you." Jun took a deep breath and looked at you, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you," he said in a low voice. "I want you so badly, but I'm just... I'm embarrassed to say it out loud."

You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and your heart swelled with affection for him. You leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," you whispered against his mouth. "I want you too." Jun's eyes widened in surprise, and he pulled back slightly to look at you. "Really?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nodded, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Really," you confirmed. "I've been wanting you all night." Jun let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing as he realized that you were just as turned on as he was. "I didn't know," he said sheepishly. "I thought I was the only one." You ran your hand down his chest, your touch sending shivers through him. "You're not the only one," you said, your voice low and sultry. "I can see how much you want me, Jun. It's written all over your face."

Jun's breath hitched as you touched him, his body responding to your every move. "Please," he whispered, his voice filled with need. "Please touch me more." You straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips, and began to kiss his neck. "Where do you want me to touch you?" you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin.

Jun's hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you close. "Everywhere," he groaned. "I want you to touch me everywhere."

You smiled and began to trail kisses down his chest, your hands roaming over his body. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your lips, and you knew he was close to losing control. You reached the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged them down, freeing his hard cock from its confines. Jun let out a soft moan as the cool air hit his skin, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"You're so hard for me," you whispered, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Jun's head fell back against the pillows, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Oh god, that feels good," he moaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

You continued to stroke him, your pace slow and teasing. You could see the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, and you couldn't resist leaning down to lick it up. Jun's hips jerked at the sensation, and he let out a loud gasp. "Y/N, please... I need more." You looked up at him, your eyes locked on his as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

Jun's hands flew to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to control himself. "Yes," he panted, his hips bucking up again. "Just like that, baby." You took him deeper into your mouth, inch by inch, until he was hitting the back of your throat. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, and you knew he was close to coming undone.

Jun was a mess beneath you, moaning and writhing as you worked him over with your mouth. He looked down at you with hooded eyes, his face flushed with desire. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained. You pulled back slightly, just enough to speak. "Cum for me, Jun," you said, your voice husky with arousal. "I want to taste you." Jun let out a loud cry as he finally reached his peak, his hot cum spilling into your mouth. You swallowed it down greedily, continuing to stroke him through his orgasm.

He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. "That was amazing," he breathed, looking up at you with a dazed expression. Jun looked up at you with a tired but satisfied smile. "Can I make you feel good now, baby?" he asked, his voice rough from moaning. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

You smiled and nodded, crawling up his body until you were straddling his face. "Go ahead," you said, your heart racing with anticipation. "I'm all yours." Jun didn't waste any time, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you down onto his mouth. He licked and sucked at your pussy, his tongue moving in all the right ways to drive you crazy.

"Oh, Jun," you moaned, your hands bracing against the headboard as you rode his face. "Yes, just like that." Jun hummed against you, his tongue delving deep into your folds. He was relentless, devouring you with a hunger that matched your own. He reached up and squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer as he ate you out. The sound of his slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps.

"You taste so good," he groaned, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. "I could do this all day." You were close to your own orgasm now, your legs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up. You looked down at Jun, your eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"I'm gonna come," you panted, your nails digging into the headboard. "Don't stop, please don't stop." Jun doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster and harder against your clit. He could feel you tensing up, and he knew you were on the edge. He looked up at you with dark eyes, silently urging you to let go.

With one final flick of his tongue, you came undone, crying out his name as your body shook with ecstasy. Jun continued to lap up your juices, licking you clean until you were completely spent. He gently lifted you off of him and pulled you down onto the bed, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breath.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I love seeing you like that."

[fallminlove]

how would svt kiss their partner - ot13 ver

-> paring: seventeen x gn!reader -> genre: fluff, established relationship, very very little suggestiveness -> word count: <1k -> content warning: alluding to "hot and heavy" (csc), alluding to making out (kmg)

p.s. i wrote this because i have an unhealthy obsession with kiss me right by keshi,, and these are just my headcannons on how I think they would kiss their partner !! - yumi

❥ C. Seungcheol - There would a sense of aggression when he kisses you. Almost as if he’s trying to prove something. Every time he kisses you, he will constantly be trying to your breath away (as if he doesn’t do that already just by existing)

❥ Y. Jeonghan - Lazy but very soft light pecks is his preferred way of kissing. When he kisses he just wants to cling on you (whether its cuddling or hugging or clinging on your arm) and just peck your lips till you get annoyed (which is never) or till he's satisfied (which is never)

❥ H. Jisoo - There’s a meticulous way almost like an order of things when he kisses you. Cupping your cheeks, looking at you in the eyes, closing his eyes and pulling himself into you before landing a gentle kiss. You know just a very gentlemanly man.

❥ W. Junhui - He would always be the one who's initiating, asking you to kiss him. But as you are about to meet his soft lips, he would turn his head away just to mess with you. You will be there pouting and he’s would be laughing, giggling, kicking his feet. But he will for sure make it up to you immediately. Gently putting his hand on the back of your head, bring his forehead against yours, and give a soft peck on your lips.

❥ K. Soonyoung - There’s nothing holding him back, if you're in his sight, you better be ready for a smooch from him! He is the definition of "showering you with kisses" based on how many times he will peck your cheeks, exclaiming how adorable you look at any hour of the day.

❥ J. Wonwoo - He is not the type to show PDA often, but when he's at the privacy of his home or your home, he’s definitely a little more comfortable showering you with kisses. There's a little bit of shyness every time he's the one who initiates the kiss, as if he wasn't sure if he's suppose to do that or not. And you bet after he wins a game he will run to you and give a peck on your cheek as a reward (even though he’s the one that won)

❥ L. Jihoon - He’s not really the type to really express his feeling and love outwardly, and this would go the same with kisses. But when he does initiate he would start with a peck on the cheek. He would hesitate for a bit just to make sure you're ready for his incoming affection, and then move to your lips to land a soft kiss.

❥ K. Mingyu - BACK HUGS, KISSES ON THE NECK !!! He’s definitely the type that’s not satisfied with just one peck or one kiss. Very similar to Seungcheol he feels like he NEEDS to prove something when he kisses you. He's definitely also the type that will literally try every single k-drama kissing trick/troupe on you when he wants to kiss you at home (side headcannon: I think Mingyu's lips would taste like citrus???)

❥ L. Seokmin - His kisses are affectionate and soft, he would pull away slowly and he would always smile brightly or laugh after a kiss !!! You would ask him why is he laughing or smiling so much and he would always respond with something along the lines of “I'm kissing the light of my life of course I can't stop smiling!”

❥ X. Minghao - There’s a sense of gentleness and delicacy when he kisses. Similar to Joshua there’s a habit he always does when he kisses, which is softly holding your chin up when he places a light kiss on their lips. After he pulls away there would be a sparkle in his eye, as he's looking at you, telling you how much he appreciates having you in his life.

❥ B. Seungkwan - He’s the type to give you kisses at very specific moments of the day. A good morning kiss, a kiss before you leave for work, a kiss for when you are back home, a good night kiss. And you bet after he gives those kisses, he’s expecting kisses back from you or else he will be pouty all day.

❥ C. Hansol - The way he would kiss is so casual, and it is always out of no where. Usually when he’s excited and you are next to him, definitely expect on kiss on the cheeks. There are times where you would just be talking and he would sit there nodding as a response. But suddenly out of no where he would bring his lips to yours, the definition of “sorry I was just thinking what it would feel like if I put my lips on yours right now”

❥ L. Chan - Depending on the occasion or the mood his kisses would change, but the affection will never differ. If it’s a formal setting, he will give you the deepest most passionate kiss. If it's a casual setting, his kisses would be soft but also excited. As if he’s been waiting for so long just kiss you.

p.p.s. a new love letter has been shared! @imujings @seungchaos -> if you want to be notified when new letters have been shared, please comment or sent in an ask!

[fairyhaos]

ও wen junhui as your college boyfriend

gn!reader, wc ~500 tags: requested by anon, college au, fluff, crack, est. rs., this is so cute omg i want a college bf!junhui now

he's honestly so adorable no matter what

so u can bet he's the cutest college bf ever too!!

memorised ur wholeee schedule on day one and sends YOU reminders about ur own classes every day

makes a point to eat lunch with u whenever possible

also whenever Not possible too

like he'll come SPRINTING across campus after his class just to have lunch with u if that's what it takes

sue him, he likes spending time with u :(((

he's also thee best comforter during exam season omg!!!

more than willing to stay up all night studying with you if it makes you feel better

he knows how u spiral into panic if you're left on ur own, so the closer it gets to exams, he starts showering u with even MOREE affection than before

and you know he'll be showering u with kisses once exams r FINALLY out of the way as a congratulations 😙

always leaves snacks in your bag and little post-its with cat faces drawn on them to reminder you to drink water bc he KNOWS that you're so bad at taking care of urself when you're fully locked in

"hey junnie, you know you can just text me, right?" / "are you saying you don't like my cat drawings :((" / "whAT NO I WOULD NEVER—"

also just bc he's a broke college student does nawwt mean you'll ever catch him slacking as ur bf !!

gives you little gifts whenever possible, is always showing up at ur dorm with flowers, buys you books + clothes + stationary + groceries + whatever he can to show he cares

one thing he won't do, though, is catch bugs for you.

nuh uh. that is a no-go.

who cares that he's literally 600000x bigger than the spider? the spider is still WAYY scarier than he'll EVER be so he is NOT touching that no thank you.

the two of you stay glued to one corner of the library till ur friend arrives and scares the spider off

but junhui makes up for his bug-related uselessness by being useful in literally every other area of ur life

hungry? he'll cook for you. sick? he'll take care of you. stuck on an essay? he'll help you, even if he's not studying anything remotely related to ur major

he could be in the throes of finishing his dissertation, bags under his eyes and the world on his shoulders but he'll still drop everything to help you

what can he say? he's in love with u.

and what makes it even better is he knows, he knows that you'd do the exact same thing for him too

you're so full of love, so kind and wonderful that he can't help but do all of this in return, just to try and give an ounce of that same love back

it's the least you deserve, he thinks.

(and don't tell anyone, but right after graduation, he's thinking of getting you a promise ring and taking u to visit china with him b4 u go to ur respective internships.)

(and then, further down the line... he's really hoping to marry you one day. you know. because he really does love you a lot. hopefully you love him just as much too.)

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[m00nlightshine]

‘Tecate Pa’l Norte 2025’ Photo Sketch