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svt did thirst tweets but only four members can you make it so it’s all of them plus Luna! I think it will be funny. Maybe FML era promotions so they are complete!!! i NEED the tweets to be UNHINGED!!

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SEVENTEEN READS THIRST TWEETS ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

synopsis: SEVENTEEN read unhinged thirst tweets, laugh through chaos, and barely survive the secondhand embarrassment.

wc: 10.1k

that recent buzzfeed video only had 4 members and honestly, i also wanted ALL of them there soooo, here is my brain indulging me and all of you lovelies with an ot14 version of Thirst Tweets!! hope you lovelies enjoy reading! 💕

also, this might be my last post FOR A WHILE! before you guys panic, i have decided to take a break from this blog (only for a little while) because i have been extremely burnout and honestly, i haven’t been 100% satisfied with my recent works because of that. i also have been extremely busy with school and my own personal life, i haven’t got the time to focus on this blog. so, i decided take a short break. don’t worry, i will be back soon. i just need to regroup and rest for a while. i am extremely proud of this blog and happy that i have all of you to appreciate it so i will not take it for granted! I WILL BE BACK! but for now, this will be the last (for now!!!) i hope you guys understand! i will see you soon, my lovelies! 💞

disclaimer! suggestive content!

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ more interviews

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

The stark white backdrop of the BuzzFeed studio glowed brightly under the overhead lights, making the already-vibrant group look even sharper against the minimalist setting. It was just fourteen members— all in sleek, coordinated casuals, hair styled immaculately, faces lightly powdered— seated in two neat rows on tall stools.

The back row held the first seven: S.Coups at the far left, Jun beside him, followed by Hoshi, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, The8, and Woozi. Each sat comfortably, slightly angled toward the center, phones in their hands and soft smiles playing on their faces.

The front row featured the remaining seven: from left to right, Dino, DK, Mingyu, Luna, Joshua, Vernon, and Seungkwan. There was a soft buzz of conversation among them, some teasing each other, others adjusting how they held their phones or sneakily peeking at the tweets they’d be reading soon.

Then came the cue.

“Okay!” S.Coups clapped his hands once, his tone steady but energized, immediately commanding attention. It was the classic leader tone— not too loud, but firm, familiar. The low chatter ceased, and all heads turned his way as he leaned slightly forward in his seat.

“Say the name!” he announced with a practiced smile, one that lit up his eyes.

Without hesitation, the members moved in perfect sync, raising their right hands in a sharp gesture as they chorused, “SEVENTEEN!”

Then, almost as one organism, they bowed respectfully, hands neatly placed on laps or knees before coming back up with bright, practiced smiles.

“Hello, we are SEVENTEEN!” they all said in unison, voices overlapping in a smooth harmony of tones and accents— the result of hundreds of group intros over the years.

The camera zoomed in slightly as the individual introductions began, starting with the leader seated on the far left of the back row.

“Hi, I’m S.Coups.” He gave a small wave and a signature soft, sheepish grin that didn’t match his charismatic aura, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Hi, I’m Jun.” Jun smiled warmly, his head tilting just a little, as if to soften the edge of his already angelic visuals.

“Hello! I’m Hoshi!” Hoshi beamed, throwing up his signature tiger claw hands mid-air with a playful roar sound, the move so second-nature it felt like muscle memory.

“Hi, I’m Jeonghan.” Jeonghan lifted his hand in a loose wave, expression calm and mischievously unreadable, the slight smirk on his lips giving nothing away but knowing everything.

“Hi, I’m Wonwoo.” Wonwoo’s deep voice came out in a quiet, calm tone. He gave a subtle nod and a tight-lipped smile, charming in its effortless simplicity.

“Hi, I’m The8.” Minghao’s posture was perfect, chin lifted slightly as he greeted the camera with a confident but calm smile.

“Hi, I’m Woozi.” Woozi said it quickly and clearly, his expression professional, though the small lift of his brows and a twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted he knew what chaos they were about to dive into.

The camera panned to the front row now, beginning with Dino.

“Hello, I’m Dino.” He sat upright, grinning with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, like the youngest sibling bracing himself to read something very not maknae-friendly.

“Hello! I’m DK!” DK waved both hands enthusiastically, a smile stretching his cheeks so widely it made Mingyu beside him laugh a little under his breath.

“Hi, I’m Mingyu! Nice to meet you!” Mingyu said, his voice low and smooth as he leaned slightly forward to the camera with a practiced charm.

“Hello, I’m Luna.” Luna’s soft British accent was evident as she smiled at the camera, the accent catching the attention of even the crew behind it.

“Hi, I’m Joshua.” Joshua’s tone was warm, with a hint of his American accent bleeding through. His posture was perfect, and he smiled calmly like he was born in front of the camera.

“Hi, I’m Vernon.” Vernon lifted his hand in a casual wave, the motion easy and relaxed.

“Hi, I’m Seungkwan!” Seungkwan finished the roll call with a confident tone and slight bounce in his seat, always bringing the flair of a seasoned entertainer.

Then Luna leaned slightly forward, the camera subtly centering her frame.

“And we are here with BuzzFeed to read Thirst Tweets.” Luna said, her tone clear, calm, but with a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

A chorus of reactions immediately burst from the group.

“Ooooh~!”

“Wow!”

“Ahh, here we go,” Hoshi laughed, already rubbing his hands together.

“Thirst Tweets.” Mingyu echoed with a wide grin, like he was tasting the phrase on his tongue. “I think it’s going to be fun.”

He nodded to himself, shifting slightly in his seat. “I thought it would be fun from the moment I heard we were going to do this.”

The others murmured in agreement, the atmosphere buzzing now with barely restrained laughter and anticipation.

“Right? I’m excited.” Luna nodded, mock-serious, her lips twitching with a smirk.

“You know,” Seungkwan chimed in, sitting a little taller as his inner MC mode turned on, “we’ve heard a lot of thirst comments from fans over the years, so I’m hoping some of them go a bit bold. I’m excited to see just how much they’ll make us laugh.”

DK leaned over toward him slightly, holding in a laugh. “That’s cute, thinking fans are gonna hold back.”

“I’m nervous,” Dino admitted, laughing nervously. “This is my first time doing something like this.”

“It’s okay. It’ll be fun,” Jeonghan said plainly.

Mingyu glanced at the camera, holding up his phone. “All right. Let’s not waste time. Some of these tweets are… long.”

“That’s what scares me!” Hoshi laughed again, bouncing slightly on his stool.

Then Vernon looked around the group, lifting his brows as he held his phone more securely in both hands.

“Let’s go?” he asked casually.

A chorus of overlapping responses echoed around him.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go!”

“Lets do it!”

“I’m not ready—”

“Too late now.”

The phones were lifted, fourteen sets of eyes scanning the first tweet, fingers poised and expressions ready for the chaos that was about to ensue.

“‘Fuck SEVENTEEN and puppies. I proposed SEVENTEEN reading thirsty tweets.’” Vernon read in his usual calm, flat tone, the deadpan delivery only making the line funnier.

A split-second beat passed and then—

“Oh?” Seungkwan gasped, hand immediately flying up to cover his mouth as his eyes went wide.

Mingyu blinked, lips parted in disbelief before he squinted at Vernon’s screen. “So… the ‘fck’ is ‘fuck’?”

“Yeah,” Luna and Vernon confirmed simultaneously with a small nod, casually unfazed beside him.

“Okay,” Mingyu muttered after a pause, lips pressing together like he had just downloaded forbidden knowledge.

Chuckles rippled through the group as Vernon shifted slightly to glance over his shoulder at the back row, now translating the tweet smoothly into Korean for the members who didn’t fully catch the English.

“Yeah. So basically, get SEVENTEEN and puppies out of here. I just want to see them read thirst tweets.”

The room exploded into laughter.

“Ahh!” Hoshi doubled over slightly, shoulders shaking. “They’re mad at puppies now?!”

“I thought we were cute with the puppies!” Dokyeom said, pointing to himself indignantly, though he was grinning.

“I loved the puppies too,” Luna pouted, crossing her arms dramatically, her bottom lip sticking out as she leaned back in mock offense.

“Ah… so this refers to that puppy interview we did, right?” Mingyu asked, glancing around for confirmation.

“That’s right. We did the puppy interview before.” Seungkwan nodded, lips twitching as he tried not to laugh again.

“Those puppies were so cute. I remember,” Dino said sweetly, the nostalgia hitting him like a soft breeze.

“So it’s saying to take out the puppies and the puppy interview,” Mingyu summarized with a grin.

“Just skip the cute and go straight to… this.” Jeonghan added coolly from the back row.

Seungkwan chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned forward, palms on his knees like he was gathering himself.

“Still,” he said, trying to be mock-reasonable, “they must’ve put a lot of effort into the puppy interview content too… and then it’s just like— boom… ‘fuck puppies.’”

The entire group burst into loud laughter.

“Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” Vernon asked Seungkwan, deadpan, brow slightly raised.

He was, of course, referring to Seungkwan’s earlier statement about wanting bold tweets.

“This is great,” Seungkwan replied, giving a big, overly enthusiastic thumbs up toward the camera like a proud elementary schooler. His eyes were bright with mischief, lips twitching upward.

S.Coups, shaking his head, muttered, “We’ve only just started.”

“Should we be scared?” Jun asked, clutching his phone like a shield.

“I am scared,” DK laughed. “But it’s kind of fun.”

“I love this already,” Hoshi declared, pointing to Vernon. “More!”

Still giggling, Seungkwan glanced around, a sudden look of mock-concern washing over his face.

“It might be my first time saying ‘fuck’ on camera,” he said, voice dropping as if he was confessing a scandal.

“That’s okay,” Luna said brightly, leaning over to pat his arm before turning fully to face the camera, suddenly slipping into promo-mode with the elegance of a seasoned idol.

“Because we’re promoting our new mini album ‘FML’.” She smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Then she turned back to the camera, still smiling sweetly, a complete betrayal of what she was about to say.

“Please give lots of love to our song ‘Fuck My Life’,” she said sweetly, before giggling under her breath at the sheer shamelessness of the plug.

The reaction was instant.

“Yahhh!” Seungkwan squealed, covering his face.

“Shameless queen!” Hoshi clapped.

“Good job!” Dokyeom cheered for her, lifting both hands in celebration like she just won a game.

“FML era Luna is different,” Joshua said, shaking his head fondly.

Luna just winked at the camera.

The moment the laughter finally died down, Seungkwan raised his phone slightly and glanced at it with mock suspicion. “Okay, my turn,” he announced, lips already twitching in anticipation.

He cleared his throat like a seasoned emcee and read aloud, “‘God created men and then sent Mingyu as an apology.’”

A loud, collective “OHHH!” erupted instantly.

“That’s sweet,” Luna said, smiling genuinely as she turned to look at Mingyu beside her.

Mingyu clutched his chest with one hand dramatically, his eyes glistening like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, as if accepting a lifetime achievement award, his deep voice soft with mock emotion.

Seungkwan blinked at him, then down at his own phone, lips parting in exaggerated disbelief. “Wait— why is it my turn to read and then it’s a tweet about Mingyu?”

Laughter broke out again.

“I think you need to film my solo shot,” Mingyu said, turning to look at the camera crew behind the setup, voice serious but teasing as he pointed to the camera, “not Seungkwan, because this tweet is clearly about me.”

The members cackled at his shamelessness.

“It’s true!” Hoshi said, laughing as he smacked his own thigh. “He should be center right now!”

“As I was talking,” Seungkwan said, his voice rising an octave as he looked off into space like he was replaying the moment in his head, “I was like… wait, why am I not in the tweet?!”

“Men are in fact disappointing,” Hoshi added suddenly, nodding gravely as he crossed his arms.

The reaction was immediate, boisterous laughter from every direction.

“Not you guys,” Luna clarified quickly, turning to the group with her hands up in surrender, laughing softly. “That tweet could be applied to all of you guys.”

The teasing softened as the group melted at her words.

“Aww,” Joshua smiled warmly.

“You’re sweet, our Jiyeonie,” said DK with a hand on his heart.

“That’s so nice,” S.Coups added with a tiny smile.

Minghao nodded appreciatively.

“Please say thank you to the account,” Seungkwan said, now back in emcee mode as he gestured toward the camera dramatically, “Send them a kiss.”

“Thank you so much,” Mingyu said, before turning toward the lens and blowing a slow, dramatic kiss directly at it.

“All right, all right,” Woozi said calmly, raising his phone. “My turn.”

The room settled down as Woozi looked at the screen with slight squint, adjusting the angle of the phone before reading it out in a measured, steady tone.

“‘I want Woozi to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.’”

There was a beat of silence before several reactions dropped like dominos.

“OHHHH!” Hoshi exclaimed with wide eyes.

“That’s specific!” DK added, his mouth forming a perfect “O.”

Woozi blinked once, then slowly nodded, expression completely neutral.

“That’s sweet,” he said, nonchalantly, as if the idea of whispering sweet nothings into a stranger’s ear was just a regular Tuesday for him.

Luna giggled behind her hand. “They gave us the sweet ones to read first,” she said knowingly, glancing toward the rest with a sparkle in her eye.

More laughter broke out, some of the members nodding as if silently agreeing that things were going to spiral soon.

And they did.

Minghao looked down calmly at his phone, then tilted it forward slightly as if to check it again before reading aloud, “‘Minghao’s giggles give me a kind of energy that no coffee, no sunlight, no sleep could ever match.’”

“Awwwww!” DK gushed.

“They help your body recover,” Vernon said seriously, not even cracking a smile which only made it funnier.

“The8… by any chance…” Seungkwan started dramatically, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.

“Give us a giggle, please,” Mingyu and Wonwoo chorused instantly, leaning toward him like fans at a fanmeeting.

All eyes turned to Minghao.

He didn’t even hesitate.

With perfect comedic timing, he let out a light, airy giggle… just a small one, barely loud enough to register, but undeniably adorable.

That was enough.

Dokyeom wheezed, Hoshi slapped his knee and leaned sideways, and Luna leaned forward, laughing so hard she covered her mouth.

“I don’t think this is it…” Minghao said dryly, raising an eyebrow afterward. “Yeah, this can’t be it.”

“You’re saying this is sunlight?” Mingyu asked, pointing dramatically at Minghao, eyes wide as he addressed the camera.

“What was that?”

“No way.”

“Replay that!”

“You’re holding back!”

The comments flew from all directions.

Minghao only smiled coolly and faced the camera again. “Still, make sure you’re eating well,” he said gently, voice soft. “I’ll try to laugh a lot.”

“If you keep sending us these thirst comments, he’ll definitely be giggling a lot,” Mingyu added with a wink, nudging him with his elbow.

“Next! Wonwoo!” Joshua called out with cheer, amping the energy up again.

Wonwoo adjusted his glasses with one hand, sat up straighter, and lifted his phone.

He read carefully: “‘Wonwoo’s shoulders are so… broad I just know… you wouldn’t be able to see… the ceiling.’”

Luna giggled, hunching forward as she pressed her hand over her mouth, while Vernon beside her twisted in his seat, full-on laughing with his head down.

Joshua chuckled lowly before glancing at the members in the back as he translated the tweet in Korean.

“Ah… what—” Wonwoo started, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to process it.

“What does that mean?” S.Coups asked from the back row, leaning in with an intrigued squint.

“No— cause we went from zero to a hundred all of a sudden,” Vernon said, shoulders shaking as he leaned toward Luna, their private laugh spiraling into unfiltered chaos.

“Why?” Dino blinked, looking confused.

“Yeah, what is it?” Jun added, brows lifting curiously.

Luna turned to Wonwoo slowly, still laughing, and tried to explain, “It’s because your shoulders are so broad… they think… they wouldn’t be able to see the… ceiling.”

“You just repeated the tweet in Korean,” Seungkwan and Dokyeom pointed at her in unison, making the others burst out laughing.

“I’m trying!” Luna said, giggling as she lifted her hands to gesture vaguely. “It just means… they think they wouldn’t be able to see the ceiling.”

She leaned back against Jeonghan’s legs, who was sitting behind her, and waved her hand up over her head. “You know… cause…”

She waved again in the air, her palm facing up, like miming someone hovering over her.

“Cause Wonwoo would be on top,” Vernon and Joshua chorused helpfully, their voices almost too in-sync.

Wonwoo’s head snapped to them with an expression of pure shock— eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.

The group erupted.

“Aaaaaah!”

“YAHHHHHHH!”

“No way—”

“STOP!”

DK had fallen sideways into Mingyu, who was gasping for breath. Dino covered his face with both hands. Woozi turned away and let out a silent, shaking laugh.

“THAT ESCALATED!” S.Coups shouted from the back, both hands on his thighs.

“That’s crazy!” Jun exclaimed.

“My ears are red,” Hoshi muttered fanning his face.

Mingyu just stared at the camera with a stunned expression. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

In the middle of the chaos, Wonwoo smiled shyly, his head ducked just slightly.

“T-Thank you,” he said in a soft voice, giving the most reluctant gratitude ever recorded on camera.

“‘T-Thank you,’” Seungkwan mimicked, clutching his chest dramatically.

“‘T-Thank you!’” Dokyeom repeated with exaggerated shyness.

“Cute,” Luna said sweetly, tilting her head toward Wonwoo as she giggled again.

Wonwoo gave a sheepish grin, pushing his glasses up his nose again like he could hide behind them.

Jeonghan glanced down at the phone in his hand, tapping the edge of the screen with his thumb before raising it slightly. His posture relaxed, his tone casual but his smirk gave him away long before he opened his mouth.

“‘Yoon Jeonghan is an amazing kisser. I bet everything I own,’” he read smoothly, eyes flicking up with a lilt of amusement in his voice.

“OOOHHHHH!” the group exploded in unison like a perfectly timed sound effect, voices overlapping in shock and laughter.

Hoshi’s hands flew to his cheeks. “Aigoo, aigoo, aigoo!”

Joshua let out a low whistle and leaned back. “That’s a big bet.”

Dino gasped dramatically. “Everything you own?!”

DK was already leaning on Dino’s shoulder, laughing. “Even their house?!”

The teasing chorus rippled through the group like a wave.

In the middle of it all, Luna, seated in the front row just ahead of Jeonghan, looked down slowly at the phone in her hands. Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing as she fought the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She scrolled idly, pretending to check the next tweet, but the weight of everyone’s gaze was starting to crawl in her direction.

“Ah… ah… ahh…” Seungkwan caught the shift in her expression immediately.

He reached over gently, placing one hand on her shoulder and giving her a soft nudge.

“Do you agree?” he asked, voice high with mischief, eyes practically sparkling.

The room went still for a split second, and then the giggles came in waves again, some low and restrained, some high-pitched and chaotic, everyone clearly doing their best not to push too hard… but failing spectacularly.

DK leaned forward, hand over his mouth. “Oh my…”

S.Coups was shaking, eyes darting between Luna and Jeonghan like a spectator in a tennis match.

“A-Agree with what?” Luna asked, forcing her voice to stay even, though her fingers curled just a little tighter around her phone.

“The tweet.” Seungkwan said innocently, almost too innocently, blinking at her.

Luna took a steady breath and gave a perfect shrug, calm and collected. “I don’t know.”

Then she turned gracefully to face the camera, her smile sweet but calculated. “That’s up to Carats’ imagination.”

A loud chorus of “OHHHHHHH!” rang out across the room, the members cracking up once again.

“What can you say?” Joshua asked, turning to Jeonghan now, his eyes glinting. “About the tweet, I mean.”

Jeonghan was already smirking.

He hadn’t looked at the camera yet, his eyes were fixed somewhere else, just slightly downward— at the back of Luna’s head, her silky hair brushing over her shoulders as she tilted back into her seat again.

He let the moment hang in the air, letting anticipation bubble up naturally, before finally dragging his gaze to Joshua with a faux-casual blink, then finally, slowly to the camera lens.

The smirk stayed.

“I mean…” Jeonghan said, voice low and measured, laced with mischief, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

The studio exploded.

“YAAAHHHHHH!”

“YO!”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

“OH MY GOD!”

“HYUNG!?!”

Dino physically turned away, shoulders shaking. “I CAN’T.”

Mingyu slid halfway off his chair and onto Luna, laughing so hard he was wheezing. “HYUNG!!!”

Joshua covered his face, his whole body trembling from laughter. “He didn’t even deny it!”

Hoshi clapped so aggressively, it echoed.

Even Luna— biting back a smile as Mingyu nearly collapsed into her lap. She let out a soft, incredulous chuckle, shaking her head while covering her mouth.

Jeonghan, unfazed and still smug, leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other with the satisfaction of someone who had absolutely just won the round.

Hoshi, practically vibrating with excitement in his seat, eagerly raised his phone and scooted forward.

“Okay!” he chirped, already grinning from ear to ear.

He held the phone up proudly, the screen glowing in his palm as he read the tweet aloud— slowly, carefully, in English.

“‘I would pay… Kwon Soonyoung all my life’s… savings for him to break my back… like a glow stick.’”

It was the long pause between “back” and “like a glow stick” that did it.

“What–” Luna’s jaw dropped. She looked up from her phone and turned to the camera in stunned silence, blinking rapidly.

Joshua’s eyebrows shot up as his mouth opened slightly, stunned into silence before he exhaled, “Oh… my God.”

Beside them, Vernon covered his mouth with one hand, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

The rest of the group who didn’t fully catch the meaning but heard the words “break my back” and “glow stick” responded with a collective wave of confused but curious “OHHHHs” and a few “HUHHHs.”

DK leaned in. “Glow stick?”

“They want to what now?” Mingyu furrowed his brow. “How old are you?”

Seungkwan turned to Joshua and Luna expectantly. “Wait… was that bad? It sounds bad.”

Luna tilted her head and looked around the group like she was mentally preparing an HR-friendly explanation. “That one was strong,” Joshua said, lips twitching.

“Yeah,” Luna agreed, blinking at Hoshi. “That’s… strong.”

Still chuckling, Vernon turned to the back row and translated casually in Korean, his voice smooth as always:

“They said they would give Soonyoung hyung their entire life savings for him to… uh… break their back like a glow stick.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then—

“What the hell?!” Hoshi said immediately, scrunching his nose and fanning his face like he just heard something unholy.

“Oh my GOD,” Dino yelped.

“That’s crazy,” Mingyu muttered, eyes wide as he mouthed “break my back?!” again to himself.

Hoshi, however, sat there absolutely beaming, nodding proudly. “That’s powerful. They know power when they see it.”

“You’re proud of this?!” Dokyeom laughed.

“It’s a compliment!” Hoshi argued, pointing at himself with both thumbs.

Minghao, meanwhile, looked disgusted. He squinted, blinking slowly. “Isn’t that… painful? And weirdly unhygienic? What does that even mean? Why would you want that?”

“It’s metaphorical,” Luna muttered, covering her face with both hands.

“Yeah,” Vernon added with a laugh, “Not literal back-breaking.”

“I mean… unless they meant literal, in which case—” Joshua said, pausing dramatically, “Seek help.”

“Call a chiropractor,” Jeonghan quipped.

“I’m honored,” Hoshi said again proudly, nodding like he just won Artist of the Year.

“Okay…” Seungkwan waved his hands like clearing the air. “Moving on…”

Jun raised his phone with a smirk that screamed, brace yourselves.

“‘Wen Junhui, I’d volunteer to wipe sweat off you with my tongue,’” he read aloud in Korean, calm as ever.

Chaos.

Absolute chaos.

A synchronized chorus of “AAAHHHH!” broke out across both rows. Hoshi grabbed DK like he was going to faint. Mingyu half-stood. Luna physically flung herself back into Jeonghan, who let out a stunned wheeze of laughter.

“WHAT?!” Seungkwan screeched.

“NO NO NO NO NO,” Joshua laughed, holding both hands up.

“That’s not… okay?!” Dino cried.

“I—WHY THE TONGUE?!” Dokyeom demanded, looking personally betrayed.

Jun just sat there, blinking. “That’s a lot of dedication.”

Minghao, already exhausted by humanity, shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing. “That’s unsanitary.”

“EXACTLY,” Woozi said, gesturing to him with conviction.

“There are towels,” Minghao continued, gesturing with his hands. “Just use a towel.”

Luna groaned into her hands. “Oh my god…”

Joshua, recovering from his fit of laughter, glanced around at the chaos and began to explain, “Okay— so, it’s a very sensual thing to say—”

“Too sensual,” Vernon added.

“They’re basically saying they’re so attracted to Jun that they’d wipe the sweat off of him… in the most unhinged way possible,” Joshua finished.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jun said with a gentle smile, folding his hands. “But… thank you.”

“They’re brave for admitting that out loud,” Luna said, fanning herself. “I wouldn’t have the guts.”

“That’s a bold visual,” S.Coups added from the back.

“You shouldn’t have the guts!” Woozi snapped, his tone laced with disbelief.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this in a BuzzFeed video,” Mingyu said, laughing in shock.

“We used to just talk about food and teamwork,” Jeonghan sighed dramatically.

“Now it’s tongues and back-breaking,” DK said with a crooked smile.

“We’ve evolved,” Seungkwan declared proudly. “Too far. But still.”

S.Coups finally raised his phone with the calm, quiet energy of a man who had heard everything and still feared what came next.

He read steadily, “‘When Scoups smiles… standing… ovulation or whatever… they say.’”

There was a pause.

“…Huh?” Hoshi blinked.

Luna chuckled again, covering her mouth with both hands as she turned toward S.Coups, eyes wide. “We aren’t even halfway. These are getting out of hand.”

“Wait, wait, what’s ovulation?” Dino asked, tilting his head.

Luna turned to Joshua, wide-eyed. “Joshie… go ahead. You’ve got this.”

“Why me? You’re the girl!?” Joshua retorted.

Luna sighed deeply, brushing hair away from her face like a professor about to give a sex-ed seminar.

“So, ovulation is… something that happens in a woman’s body when someone’s, uh… biologically ready to— how do I put this—”

“Make a baby,” Vernon said flatly.

“Basically, yeah,” Joshua nodded. “And this tweet is saying that… when S.Coups smiles, they feel that… intense biological urge.”

A beat.

The group screamed.

“YAHHHH!”

“NOOOOOO!”

“I can’t DO THIS!”

“Oh my GODDDD!”

Jeonghan turned completely around in his seat, laughing into his sleeve.

“I’m gonna quit,” Minghao said.

Hoshi was wiping tears from his eyes. “This is— this is the best interview we’ve ever done.”

“Not the reproductive system making a guest appearance!” Luna shouted, still laughing as she leaned on Joshua’s arm.

“This is the point in our career where we can talk about this?” Woozi asked the air.

“Is this growth or regression?” Dokyeom asked seriously.

“Both,” Seungkwan said.

“I can’t believe someone typed that out with a straight face,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“I can believe it,” Mingyu replied, gesturing around. “Have you seen Carats lately?”

“I’m honored?” S.Coups said slowly, laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well,” Joshua chuckled, “Congratulations on… causing hormonal reactions.”

The group erupted again.

And still… there were more tweets to go.

Dino sat upright, back straight, phone in hand like he was about to take an exam. He glanced nervously around at the others, eyes wide with anticipation.

“I’m nervous,” he said with a shy chuckle, brushing the back of his head.

Next to him, Luna turned her head and smiled warmly. “It’s okay,” she said gently, voice reassuring as if she were preparing him for a rollercoaster ride.

He gave a little nod, then straightened his shoulders.

“Okay!” Dino declared, rallying his courage with his signature energy before looking down and reading clearly, “‘Dino is the kind of man you fall in love with once… and then never fully recover from.’”

The reaction was immediate.

“Awww!”

“Ohhh, that’s sweet!”

“That’s actually… really nice!”

Even Jeonghan tilted his head and smiled. “That’s a good one.”

“Finally,” Luna added, shoulders relaxing, “that one’s not that bad.”

“Right?!” Seungkwan said. “I thought we were going to have to shield our maknae’s ears today.”

“I feel safe,” Dino nodded, pleased. “Thank you to the person who wrote this. That was really kind.”

“Still…” Woozi began thoughtfully, “I think you should recover.”

“Yeah,” Minghao nodded. “Emotionally, it’s better to heal.”

“I mean, if you don’t recover from loving someone, that could be… kind of painful?” Joshua added with a sheepish smile.

“But it’s romantic,” DK insisted with his hand over his heart. “Like, that one deep love you never forget.”

“Dino is giving first love energy,” Luna nodded sagely.

Dino blushed a little and bowed his head with a small smile. “Thank you. I’m honored.”

The members all clapped lightly for him, the warm moment giving the group a brief, wholesome pause from the chaos.

But it didn’t last long.

“Okay! It’s DK time!” Dokyeom announced suddenly in his usual booming tone, raising his phone triumphantly.

The others chuckled at his enthusiasm as he read.

“‘I wanna… Seok his DK… until he Kyeoms.’”

There was a beat.

Silence.

Then—

Joshua slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes bulging as he stared wide-eyed at the camera.

Luna gasped so hard she almost choked, both hands flying to cover her mouth as her eyes widened in horror and amusement. “Oh— oh my GOD—”

Next to her, Vernon blinked once. Then twice. Then his entire body folded in half as he threw himself sideways— right over both Luna’s and Joshua’s laps.

“WH— Vernon-ah!!” Joshua cried, but even he couldn’t stop laughing as Vernon curled up on top of them, his body shaking.

Luna lost all composure. Her laugh broke free in a long, chaotic wheeze as she bent forward, clutching her stomach, and the next thing anyone knew— both Vernon and Luna were slowly sliding to the floor in tears.

Jeonghan instinctively reached forward from the second row to grab Luna by her shoulder, “Oh no—wait—” but she was already collapsing down off the seat with laughter, too far gone.

“Oh my god,” Hoshi gasped, watching them both. “They’re on the floor.”

“What’s happening?!” Jun laughed, craning his neck to see.

“Why are they down there?!” Woozi asked, blinking in confusion.

“Did it break them?” Dino whispered dramatically.

“I don’t get it,” DK said, furrowing his brows. “Should I read it again?”

“No!” Vernon tried to warn from the floor, but he was still muffled, face buried in Luna’s back as he laughed.

Too late.

DK, still bewildered but determined, read it again in full.

“‘I wanna… Seok his DK… until he Kyeoms.’”

A strangled gasp left Luna as she waved her hand wildly from the floor. “Stoppp!”

“Hyung, please!” Vernon choked, tapping the floor twice like he was tapping out in a wrestling match.

Luna wiped at her eyes, her back still turned to the camera as she faced the rest of the members, shoulders shaking.

Vernon, equally breathless, had his face buried in the back as he lay on top of her in defeat.

“Get up, get up,” Jeonghan was behind them, chuckling as he reached to help, but both Vernon and Luna were already staggering upright, wiping at their eyes and laughing as they made their way back to their seats.

As they turned around to sit again, their backs were still to the camera, and all the members could see was the two of them slowly shaking their heads at the group.

Joshua leaned in and whispered to the still-confused DK, “The tweet is using your name as a pun to…”

Joshua started to explain to the members.

DK’s eyes got huge. “Ohhhhhhh…”

“YEP,” Luna said, still fanning herself as she sat down, voice raspy from laughing.

“I was so caught off guard,” she muttered to Vernon.

“It was so creative,” Vernon replied, snorting through his last laugh as their eyes met.

“Right?!” Luna agreed, nodding.

“Oh my god,” Mingyu muttered, holding his head. “How old are you?!”

“This is what Carats are doing instead of sleeping,” Minghao said flatly.

“Our Carats are naughty.” S.Coups said chuckling.

Dokyeom, still red in the face, looked up with a stunned expression. “I… I didn’t mean to read that so confidently .”

“You read it twice,” Joshua reminded him, patting his arm.

“You volunteered to read it again,” Jeonghan laughed.

“I didn’t know what it meant!” DK protested, now pink to his ears.

“You do now,” Vernon muttered.

Vernon and Luna giggled again, heads bowed down side by side.

The laughter from the DK tweet fiasco hadn’t quite died down yet, but ever the natural MC, Dokyeom clapped his hands together and grinned into the camera like nothing just shattered the entire room moments ago.

“Okay! Thank you, thank you…” he said brightly, still flustered but keeping it together with charm. “I… appreciate your enthusiasm… yes.”

A few of the members chuckled at his forced sincerity, especially Hoshi, who mimicked the stiff, polite tone behind him. Dokyeom gave a half-glare over his shoulder but smiled anyway, ever the sunshine of the group.

He nodded, looking at the camera with wide, eager eyes. “Luna’s turn!”

All eyes turned to Luna, who exhaled a long breath and shook her head as if to reset her brain. She still had a laugh stuck in her throat from before and was blinking tears from her lashes, but she straightened in her chair with grace, pushed her hair off her shoulder, and cleared her throat with a soft ahem.

“My turn,” she said.

Her voice came out lower, calmer, with her natural accent laced in the delivery as she looked down at the tweet on her phone. “‘Whoever Bae Jiyeon’s partner is, I hope you know how lucky you are and you need to be treating her like an absolute princess.’”

As she finished reading, Luna blinked at the words with a soft pout forming on her lips, tilting her head and glancing up at the camera. Her expression was touched— almost genuinely emotional.

From the side, Vernon, already glancing at her, turned toward the camera and translated fluently in Korean for the rest of the members.

“That is so sweet of you. Thank you,” Luna added softly, voice warm as she gave the lens a grateful nod.

“Awww,” echoed several voices.

“Ayy that’s cute,” said Mingyu with a smile.

“Sweet,” Woozi nodded approvingly, while Dino gave a sincere thumbs-up.

“She deserves it,” S.Coups muttered under his breath.

But as Luna smiled back down at her phone, there was a subtle shift in the room.

The kind of silence that wasn’t really silent.

The kind of stillness where everyone was thinking something but trying not to say something.

A few heads turned slowly.

Minghao smirked and tilted his chin as if suppressing a comment.

Joshua darted his eyes toward the second row behind Luna, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

And right behind her, leaning back in his chair, Jeonghan was looking down at the back of her head with the faintest, smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

He didn’t say a word.

But he didn’t need to.

The tweet had everyone aware of the same unspoken truth— that the “partner” in question, the one allegedly treating Luna like a princess, was… already right there.

Sitting behind her.

Smirking at her.

Pretending like nothing was going on.

Luna (bless her) either didn’t catch it or was ignoring it masterfully.

“I think every woman should be treated like a princess by their significant other,” she said thoughtfully, lifting her head as she gave the camera one more smile.

It was sweet. Innocent. Politically correct.

Until—

“Noona,” Seungkwan started, and the way he leaned in slightly was dangerous. His tone was too casual to be innocent. “Are you being treated like a princess?”

Luna’s head snapped to him. “Huh?” she blinked.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across Seungkwan’s face. “Are you being treated like a princess?” he repeated, almost innocently.

Luna laughed nervously, her hand curling around her phone like a lifeline.

“M-Me?” she stuttered. “I-I don’t have anyone yet.”

It was a blatant lie, and everyone knew it.

The moment she said it, at least four members tried to suppress their laughter.

Hoshi turned away, biting his lip. Jun hid behind his phone, pretending to scroll. Mingyu made a hmm sound that clearly wasn’t from believing her. Even Minghao cracked a grin and shook his head.

“Really?” Seungkwan asked, drawing out the word like a cat playing with its food.

“Yes, really,” Luna said quickly, eyes flicking away as she leaned back into her seat like she was retreating into safety. “I have our Carats… and… you guys. You guys treat me like a princess.”

“Awwww,” said Hoshi teasingly.

“Oh, we treat you like a princess?” Seungkwan repeated, turning dramatically to his left and patting Jeonghan’s knee without warning. “Hyung, did you hear that? We treat her like a princess.”

Jeonghan blinked down at Seungkwan, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he held back a laugh. Luna, meanwhile, bowed her head and tried not to visibly combust, lips pressed together in a mortified smile.

“She said we,” Seungkwan said louder, laughing now. “Plural. As in… all of us. Together.”

“I—” Luna mumbled, unable to even argue as giggles bubbled up around her again.

“We got your back, our Jiyeonie.” Mingyu teased.

“Princess behavior only,” Hoshi nodded seriously.

Jeonghan, behind her, finally moved. His hand, which had been resting casually near her chair, reached up and gently touched her shoulder. His fingers massaged briefly, almost comfortingly.

“She is a princess,” Jeonghan said smoothly, his voice so steady and convincing that it could’ve been directed at the camera, the staff, the fans— anyone.

The room hummed with approving noises.

“Exactly,” nodded Joshua.

“A true gentleman,” Wonwoo chimed in.

Luna gave Jeonghan a glance over her shoulder, barely— just a flick of her eyes and a press of her lips, and he returned it with a tiny smile.

Before the next tweet could begin, Jeonghan subtly reached forward again.

This time, his hand brushed the small mic pinned to her collar. With his other hand, he covered his own mic. His movements were smooth and practiced, like he’d done this a thousand times.

Then he leaned forward, lips near her ear, voice low enough that not even the nearest members could hear.

Whatever he whispered made Luna’s mouth twitch into a small, bashful smile. Her gaze dropped, then lifted again as she reached back and adjusted the lapel of Jeonghan’s jacket with a light tug, smoothing it out.

Jeonghan leaned back with a satisfied expression, like someone who just passed along a perfectly executed secret, and Luna sat properly again, a little straighter this time, letting herself lean back lightly against his knee behind her seat.

It was seamless.

Effortless.

Almost invisible— unless you knew what to look for.

And the other members? Oh, they knew.

Even if no one said anything, the air was filled with a shared knowledge.

A princess… and her very smug, very silent prince.

“Joshua, you’re up,” Vernon called, trying to drag them into the next tweet.

“Finally,” Joshua sighed, raising his phone and preparing to read but not before glancing sideways at Luna and Jeonghan with an almost imperceptible smirk.

Joshua blinked down at his phone and let out a soft breath before reading in his usual soft American accent. “‘Joshua is the kind of man who opens the car door for you… and then ruins your life in the backseat.’”

As soon as the sentence left his lips, he widened his eyes and pulled his chin back, letting out a low, startled, “Ohh,” his voice curling up with embarrassment as he brought the phone down slowly and looked around at the others. A slow, shy smile began spreading across his face, the color rising noticeably to his cheeks.

Vernon leaned forward to translate the tweet in Korean, his tone casual as if he were reading a weather report. As the translation hit, reactions came in waves.

“YAH!” Seungkwan practically shouted, his hand flying up.

“Whaaat?!” Hoshi squeaked, laughing into his sleeve.

Luna, already tired from the earlier wild tweets, just leaned back in her chair and looked directly into the camera lens like a war veteran. “I’m desensitized at this point,” she said dryly.

That sent Vernon into a chuckle beside her, nodding like he truly felt that in his soul. “Yeah. Same,” he murmured, eyes still amused.

Joshua just shook his head with a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect that turn… ‘opens the car door for you’— I was like, oh, that’s nice,” he said softly, laughing to himself. “Then suddenly…” He trailed off and gestured vaguely behind him.

“Oh my god…” Mingyu muttered in awe, head tipping back.

“He ruins lives now?” Jun asked in a mixture of shock and amusement.

“I mean… not wrong,” Jeonghan said casually, crossing one leg over the other and smirking.

Joshua raised his eyebrows at that but didn’t comment. He was too busy hiding his smile behind his hand, trying to remain professional.

“I really didn’t see that ending coming,” Woozi murmured as he sat back.

“You could’ve stopped at car door, and it would’ve still been romantic,” said The8.

Joshua chuckled shyly. “I guess… thank you?” he said, looking directly into the camera with a bashful but charming smile.

“My turn,” Vernon said coolly, lifting his phone. His expression didn’t change much— ever unbothered, ever collected— as he read aloud, “‘Sometimes I thank God for the fact that I don’t know Vernon in real life because for the life of me I wouldn’t be able to listen to him, all I’d think about is kissing him in the mouth and that wouldn’t end well.’”

“Wow.” Seungkwan blinked, lips parted.

“Oh my god… so hot,” Mingyu muttered dramatically, fanning himself with his hand.

“That’s intense,” Dino said, eyes wide.

Luna let out a low whistle, then blinked slowly. “This tweet is very… visual,” she said, glancing toward Vernon.

Vernon raised an eyebrow, looked around at the chaos, then coolly said, “Thank you. For your honesty.”

“Respectfully,” Woozi added dryly, and Luna cracked up again.

“Like, it’s a full-on confession letter,” DK commented, nodding.

“They’re right about one thing though,” Seungkwan said, pointing at Vernon. “If I had your voice, I would also… think about kissing you.”

Vernon blinked. “Thank you?” he said, deadpan.

Behind him, Jeonghan leaned into Luna’s ear. “I think Vernon just got proposed to.”

“Lucky.” Luna grinned but didn’t look back, still recovering.

“Anyway…” Vernon handed it off with a lazy wave. “Mingyu.”

Mingyu cleared his throat and stood a little taller in his chair like he was about to give a speech. “‘Mingyu’s hairline is perfect… his… skin is glowing, his cheeks are plumpy… his fangs are pretty… his smile is mesmerizing… his nose mole is kissable… his curved-up lips are to die for… Mingyu is just perfect.’”

He paused, let it sink in, then looked around as the room fell into stunned silence. The members just stared.

“Did you hear that?” he asked them, cocking his head with fake innocence.

“Yes,” Vernon said dryly.

“Loud and clear,” Luna chuckled, trying not to laugh at how serious he looked.

“Yes. We heard,” Dokyeom nodded firmly.

Mingyu’s eyebrows lifted higher. “Did you hear that?” he repeated, louder this time.

A chorus of responses came in:

“Yeah.”

“Unfortunately.”

“We heard, we heard.”

“You don’t need to say it again!”

“You guys agree?” Mingyu asked, already knowing the answer.

There was a dramatic pause.

“No,” Jeonghan said without skipping a beat.

“Nope,” said Woozi.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jun chimed in.

“Couldn’t be me,” Seungkwan added.

Luna burst out laughing at the wave of denial.

“Why?” Mingyu asked, playing along, holding his hand over his chest.

“Everything is natural?” Seungkwan echoed, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah,” Mingyu nodded firmly, puffing out his chest.

“Really?” Seungkwan tilted his head at him with mock suspicion.

Mingyu leaned closer, eyes sharp. “Shut the fuck up.”

The whole room erupted.

“Shut the fuck up?” Seungkwan gasped in disbelief.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mingyu said again, pointing at him this time.

“Okay, okay— no, no, no!” Luna said loudly, waving both hands like she was a mother trying to break up fighting kids.

“How about we all shut the fuck up?” she added flatly, one eyebrow raised.

That made the whole room groan with laughter again.

“I agree,” Mingyu said to the camera, nodding solemnly. “Thank you so much.”

Then he turned to Seungkwan. “Do you know I have a mole on my nose?”

“Of course,” Seungkwan said instantly. “I’ve been looking at you for years now.”

Once the laughter from the last tweet had subsided, Seungkwan shifted in his seat, holding his phone up with a theatrical seriousness that immediately earned a few giggles from the members already anticipating chaos. He cleared his throat.

“‘The fact that Seungkwan is sexy doesn’t mean we have to brag that Seungkwan is sexy cause Seungkwan is sexy and that how sexy Seungkwan is.’” he read all in one breath, his tone building with each repetition of the word “sexy.”

He paused. “…Wow,” he deadpanned, blinking at the camera.

“Ooooh!” DK hollered, leaning away dramatically like he was scandalized.

“That was a poem,” Vernon nodded.

“A loop!” Joshua chuckled.

“So in the end,” Minghao tilted his head with a furrowed brow, “it’s just saying that Seungkwan is sexy, right?”

“Yes,” Vernon and Joshua said in perfect sync.

“The bottom line is Seungkwan is sexy,” Luna concluded, lifting a brow as if she were delivering a verdict.

“Why do you think I’m sexy?” Seungkwan suddenly asked the camera directly, eyes narrowed.

“I don’t agree,” Mingyu immediately chimed in from the side, raising a hand with a smug grin.

“I agree,” Seungkwan retorted proudly. “But why do you think I’m sexy?”

“Why not?” Luna said, shrugging with a teasing smile as she looked at him.

“Ohhh!” DK grinned, nudging Seungkwan.

“See, even Luna agrees,” Joshua pointed out.

“Sexy Seungkwan!” Hoshi chanted, clapping once.

“Stop, I’m shy,” Seungkwan covered his face with a hand while still peeking at the camera.

“You are not,” Woozi muttered with a smirk.

Then came S.Coups’ turn.

He raised his phone with casual confidence and read, “‘Daddy Cheol… that’s it. That’s the tweet.’”

Immediate chaos.

“Daddy!” DK hollered with glee.

“Dad?” Dino blinked.

“Dad Cheol!” Hoshi barked out through laughter.

“Oh my God,” Luna muttered, leaning away.

“Appa~” Jeonghan added with a fake sweet tone, smirking.

“Father Seungcheol.” Vernon deadpanned.

S.Coups chuckled under his breath and shook his head, looking up like he was asking the universe to spare him. “I’m not at dad yet,” he said firmly, adjusting his mic.

“You’re daddy though,” Luna teased with a mischievous grin, turning her head toward him.

Vernon chuckled lowly. “She said it.”

“You can’t fight that,” Joshua pointed at her, amused.

“It’s out there. It’s tweeted,” Seungkwan nodded solemnly.

“I didn’t write it,” Luna said innocently. “I’m just repeating what it said.”

That was when it was Luna’s turn again, but the tweet in her hand made her freeze.

Her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she blinked at the screen like it had betrayed her. Still, she cleared her throat and read, “‘Luna’s stronger than me cause if Jeonghan looked at me the way he looks at her when he thinks no one’s watching, I’d let him do the nastiest things to me.’”

Vernon immediately snorted, covering his face. Joshua nearly fell forward as he instinctively reached to translate for those who hadn’t fully grasped the message. The reaction was instant— laughter, howls, shocked gasps.

Luna stayed frozen, phone still in hand, her face caught somewhere between a laugh and horror.

“I—” she started, then stopped, her eyes flicking up. “W-What does that mean?” she asked, voice pitching higher than usual in mock confusion.

“She suddenly doesn’t know English,” Seungkwan said, eyes wide in mock surprise, earning a loud laugh from Mingyu and Vernon who pointed at him while cackling.

“I do know English!” Luna laughed back, tossing her hair. “I just— shut the fuck up.”

The group cracked up.

In the back, Jeonghan was sitting smugly. His body leaned slightly forward behind her, head tilted, and he was indeed giving her the look. The one referenced in the tweet.

“They meant like that,” Seungkwan said slyly, pointing at Jeonghan who, sure enough, hadn’t even tried to look away. He was openly smirking.

Luna turned and caught him in the act, her brows lifting. “He looks at everyone like that,” she said, loud and clear, facing the camera with a wave of her hand. She was lying through her teeth, and they all knew it.

“Do I?” Jeonghan finally said, that usual honeyed tone laced with subtle mischief.

“Yes,” Luna said without turning to him, still addressing the camera. “You look at everyone like that.”

“Why are you yelling?” Vernon asked her, still laughing.

“I’m just defending myself!”

“You’re the one being looked at!” DK pointed out.

“That’s true,” Jun nodded.

The members shared knowing glances, eyebrows raising, smirks exchanged. Some tried to hold in their giggles, but it was too much. Mingyu buried his face in his palm, Hoshi had a hand on his stomach from laughing too hard, and Woozi muttered something under his breath about needing water.

Finally, all eyes turned to Jeonghan again.

He leaned back, calm and composed, and blinked once before speaking.

“That’s a nice tweet,” he said smoothly. “Some people observe very well.”

A unified “OOOOOOH!” erupted from the rest of the group, Dino yelling while pointing at the camera like he’d just witnessed a plot twist.

Luna gawked at him for a moment, jaw slack, then narrowed her eyes. “You’re so annoying,” she muttered.

Jeonghan turned toward her with a cheeky grin. “You’re very defensive, Nana-ya.”

“I’m just trying to get through this interview alive.”

“Then stop reading tweets about me.”

“I didn’t pick the tweets, Yoon Jeonghan!”

“I’m just saying, I’m innocent here.”

“You’re literally the opposite of innocent,” Luna deadpanned.

“Oh my god,” Seungkwan leaned over, waving his hands. “Stop fighting!”

“We’re not fighting!” Luna and Jeonghan snapped in unison before playfully glaring at each other.

“Okay, flirting, then,” S.Coups said, shaking his head.

“That’s worse,” Woozi said dryly.

Joshua chuckled and checked his phone, “Should I just read mine now?”

“Yes. Please,” Minghao muttered, sipping water.

Joshua cleared his throat as he prepared for his turn. The members were settling down from the latest round of laughs, their attention now back on him. He held up his phone, eyes scanning the tweet.

“‘I want to trade places with Jeonghan and be “platonic” with Luna too,’” Joshua read aloud, doing air quotes with exaggerated flair.

The room went silent for a split second, before it was broken by Luna’s incredulous voice. “What is happening?” she asked, wide-eyed, staring at Joshua as if the tweet had just pulled her into some parallel universe.

The members, however, were already snickering. Vernon reached out and gave her a gentle pat on the back.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean… ‘platonic’?” Luna said, mimicking Joshua’s air quotes in the air with both hands, her expression a perfect mix of shock and disbelief.

Seungkwan, ever the instigator, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “The plot thickens,” he muttered under his breath, trying to hide his grin.

Vernon leaned in closer to Luna. “I think they’re just implying that… they’d like to be as close as you and Jeonghan,” he said carefully, trying to keep the situation light.

“But what’s with the air quotes.” Luna exclaimed.

Jeonghan, ever the calm one in the midst of chaos, chuckled at Luna’s reaction. He leaned over and gently patted her head, his fingers ruffling her hair affectionately. “Calm down,” he teased softly, his voice a smooth melody that contrasted with her flustered state.

“I am calm!” Luna pouted, crossing her arms and looking down at her phone in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks.

“Really?” Mingyu interjected with a teasing smile. “You look like you’re about to unplug the camera,” he said, clearly enjoying the show Luna was unknowingly putting on.

“I’m just confused…” Luna sighed, rolling her eyes as she tried to deflect the topic. “Okay! Next tweet!” she said quickly, attempting to change the subject with a bright smile.

But the members weren’t going to let her off that easily. “Hold on,” Seungkwan grinned, “Jeonghan hyung hasn’t said his thoughts yet!”

Luna’s face went a shade redder as her gaze shifted to Jeonghan. The members were watching expectantly, eager for his response. Jeonghan, ever the smooth operator, leaned back in his chair, his usual mischievous smirk curling up one side of his mouth as he casually did air quotes.

“You can’t trade.” he drawled, repeating the word as if savoring it. “Jiyeonie is my platonic friend.” he said coolly, his tone laced with playful arrogance. His eyes met Luna’s, full of quiet amusement.

“Okay,” Seungkwan nodded approvingly. “We can’t argue with that.”

Luna shifted in her seat, still feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, but she was trying her best to act unfazed. “Okay,” she muttered, as if brushing off the comment, “next tweet. Please.”

The members chuckled, but the attention soon shifted to Vernon, whose turn had arrived.

Vernon, his energy bouncing back to its usual level of enthusiasm, immediately took his phone and read aloud, “‘Vernon’s line in Water by Seventeen was so sexy seriously my legs are divorcing.’” He paused.

Luna, who had been silently laughing at the situation, suddenly burst out in giggles.

Seungkwan, ever the one to take things in stride, stared at Vernon. “Why are the legs divorcing?” he asked with a raised brow, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Like… they just gave out and went weak in the knees?” Vernon said with a shrug, making a gesture as if his legs were buckling under the weight of something overwhelmingly sexy.

Luna snickered, shaking her head. She leaned closer to Vernon, lowering her voice to a whisper as she whispered teasingly, “You know damn well that’s not what that meant.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously, the corner of her mouth twitching into a grin as she tried to keep herself composed.

Vernon laughed along, glancing sideways at the group, trying to maintain his cool. “Well, that’s what I said,” he shrugged, but even he couldn’t keep the chuckles from escaping. “I’ll stick with my version.”

The members couldn’t help but laugh, but they all paused as they processed what had just been read. “Creative, I guess?” Wonwoo mused, nodding slowly as he tried to understand the metaphor.

Luna laughed again, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “It’s definitely something.”

“It’s definitely creative,” Seungkwan agreed, smirking at Vernon. “Who knew you had such poetic fans?”

Vernon and Luna exchanged one more glance, their laughter spilling over, as they both tried to compose themselves. The members continued laughing and joking amongst themselves, and for a moment, the craziness of it all felt just right.

“Okay, okay!” Seungkwan waved his hands, signaling that it was time to move on to the next one. “We need to keep this moving or we’ll never get through this.”

Luna nodded, still chuckling. “Yes, please. Let’s move on.”

The crew had signaled that they had time for one last round, and all eyes turned to Luna, who held her phone up like it was the final scroll of prophecy.

She cleared her throat with unnecessary dramatic flair and bit back a smile already tugging at her lips. “Okay,” she said, exhaling, already fighting giggles. “Last tweet.”

The anticipation was instant. Jeonghan tilted his head to look at her from behind, Joshua leaned forward like he was trying to see the screen from across the couch, and Seungkwan had both hands folded under his chin as if in prayer.

Luna finally read aloud, barely able to keep a straight face. “‘Sex is good…” she paused already snickering, “but have you seen Seventeen, heard Seventeen, eat, sleep, drink Seventeen?’”

She broke into a small fit of laughter at the end of the tweet, trying to keep it cute and contained, but it was too funny. Her shoulders bounced slightly as she pressed a hand over her lips.

The room collectively exploded.

“Ay, that one’s good!” Hoshi howled, clapping his hands together.

“Oh my God…” Joshua muttered into his hands, laughing silently, eyes creasing with secondhand embarrassment and amusement.

“Who wrote that?” Minghao asked, deadpan but entertained, adjusting his posture as he looked over at Luna. “Like genuinely— who wakes up and writes this?”

“Sex is good,” Vernon repeated under his breath, biting his lower lip to stop his laugh.

Then came Seungkwan, ever the firestarter, turning toward Mingyu with wide eyes.

“Mingyu, can you translate for us?” he asked innocently, blinking up at him like a student asking their teacher for help with vocabulary.

Without missing a beat, Mingyu straightened up and began in a confident, booming voice, “‘Sex is good—’”

But he didn’t get any further. Because the moment the words left his mouth with such sincere gusto, the room erupted into chaos of giggles and chuckles.

Luna was still hiding behind her hands. “I want to go home,” she said faintly, but she was laughing too hard to sound serious. Her face was bright red as she leaned forward, Jeonghan’s hand automatically reaching to steady the back of her chair again.

“I think the Carats are going to have a lot of edits from this,” Vernon said calmly, already anticipating the TikToks and compilation videos.

“A lot,” Minghao agreed. “Too many.”

The laughter slowly started to simmer, and Joshua straightened up in his seat, regaining composure as he clapped his hands together.

“Well, I think that’s a good place to end,” he said, smiling. “That was…” he paused, glancing at the others.

“A lot,” Woozi finished for him.

“A spiritual experience,” Luna added under her breath.

“But very fun,” Joshua nodded, gesturing to the camera. “To everyone who sent in tweets— thank you. We were very entertained, and also slightly traumatized.”

“That’s okay,” Dino said brightly. “I still had fun!”

Everyone nodded and chimed in with variations of, “Me too!” and “This was fun!” and “Thank you, Carats!”

Finally, Seungcheol, seated cool and calm like the composed leader he is, leaned forward with a satisfied smile. “Yes. Thank you!” he said warmly, raising his hand in a casual sign-off. “This has been…”

“Seventeen!” the members chorused in perfect unison, their voices rising brightly as they smiled and waved toward the camera.

A beautiful, chaotic harmony.

Luna joined them in waving with both hands, still giggling. “Bye, Carats! Please rest!”

“Stop writing about us like this, please,” Joshua joked through a laugh.

“No, keep going,” Jeonghan said right after.

Seungkwan dramatically pointed at the camera, “But think of our mental health!”

“You mean your mental health,” Vernon whispered.

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synopsis࣪ › the weight on her shoulders after yuta left was still heavy even after few months. the stronger medications for her ocd came with side effects— a body that felt unfamiliar and rumors that spread faster than the truth ever could. the asthma wasn't just a medical emegercy. it was the moment everything she had been holding in finally cracked, the last straw.

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the air in the dressing room was loud, not in the way people usually meant it— the way that silence turned heavy when too many voices overlapped, when blow dryers buzzed in one corner and low hum of tension pressed against the walls.

it wasn't unusual, it was always like this before a show especially when there were fourteen of them. fourteen people in various stages of preparation— eyeliner half-finished, dino stretching in the corner, seungkwan and dokyeom warming their voices with loud, theatrical sounds that bounced off the walls. jeonghan pacing by the door, his fingers brushing againist the frame as he tried to steal a moment of fresh air before the stage swallowed them.

add in the stylist, make-up artists, managers and the camera crew and the room was an universe of its own. busy, bright, too croweded for comfort but they all learned how tune it out.

ara sat in front of the mirror, posture too straight— too perfect— to be comfortable. her reflection stared back at her blank under layers of fundation, eyes focused but distant. around her laughter scattered here and there, the make-up artist tapping brushes against palettes— her own make-up always took longer.

but none of it broke throught the fog in her head, not really.

she adjusted the collar of her shirt for the fifth time, fingers brushing over the fabric at her waist as it clung tighter than she remembered during fittings. maybe it had shrunk, maybe she was just imagining things. or maybe not.

the stylist had said nothing, but she had noticed— she had noticed the slight hesitation when she zipped the outfit earlier, how her hands moved a lille slower that usual, how she avoided meeting ara's eyes entirely.

her gaze dropped to the table in front of her— a row of lipsticks shades, perfectly lined up, a bottle of water she hadn't touched and then her phone face-down. she didn't need to check it, she already knew it was empty. the breakup had been months ago, yuta was long gone. but some weights don't lift up just because time had passed.

she had tried to keep up with the work— the rehearsals, interviews, choreographies, diet plans but her ocd had flared under the pressure. rituals became harder to maintain, rituals impossible to follow.

eventually the company stepped in at, «try something stronger» they said, not unkindly— but not exactly gently either. they didn't ask how she felt about it, they just slid the prescription across the table, like a solution. and in some way it was. the thoughts slowed, compulsions quieted, rituals faded— but so did other parts of her.

her weight changed— just slightly, but enough. enough for the fans to notice, the comments to start and enough for rumors to start.

someone called her name. once— then again, a bit louder, more insistent. she blinked, slowly, as if waking up from a dream she didn't realized she was in. «we need to fix the mic belt» a woman said gently, crounchig beside her chair. the small transmitter in one hand, the thin elastic strap in the other. ara nodded wordlessy, rising from the make-up chair in a way that felt too rehearsed. her hand moved with her lifting the back of her shirt with a small tug, exposing just enough of her lower back for the belt to sit flat against her skin. it was cold— she barely fliched.

«there» the staff member said with a quiet pat, fastening the strap with practiced ease.

«let's go standby» the manager's voice cut throught the room, sharp and slicing clean throught the white noise that had settled around them. the members moved as one, chaotic but efficent— someone laughed, someone almost cursed under his breath after bumping his shoulder into something, someone was nervous like it was the frist time. ara just followed quietly, she was getting used to it.

the hallway trowards the stage was narrow. hoshi fell into step beside her, brushing past slightly. he didn't said anything at frist, just offered a look— one of those unreadable ones he wore so easly. then, after few seconds, he finally spoke.

«you okay?» he asked, his voice low enough that it could get lost under the soft noise of ther feet touching the ground. she hesistated— then smiled, small and fleeting «im good». it was automatic, too easy. he watched her for a moment longer, not convinced, but he didn't pressed— it wasn't the moment.

the stage crew guided them with quiet emegercy— hand signals, short clipped pharases. and soon they were lined up in formation— she was at the far end, just near the wings. her eyes dropped to the floor, black tape lines were there. the shimmer of the lights beyond. the crowd's distant roar was raising— louder, clearer.

her in-ear monitors didn't sat quiet right. she adjusted them again, and again. her skin felt too hot, flushed under the layers of foundation, raw under the sweat that handn't even the time to form. a staff member ran past with a headset «one minute!».

she galaced sideways. everyone else looked focused, calm, present. mingyu cracked his neck, vernon bounced slightly on his feet and woozi rolled his shoulder. but ara felt the pressure crawling up her neck, settling under her ribs— she didn't know if it was panic or some kind of awareness. like her body was trying to whisper something she didn't want to hear.

then lights went out, the crowd scream and the music started.

the bass dropped like a heartbeat, steady and commanding, and the stage lights cut thought the darkness. ara moved on reflex— step, reach, turn. her body responding before her mind could catch up, lost in muscle memory. she had performed mansae more times she could count, enough that her feet knew the beat before the spearker did. they moved around the stage for over an hour— dancing, singing, jumping, interacting with each other and the crowd, riding the high of adrenaline and routine. there was barely time to breath, let alone pause and collect their toughts.

and then came getting closer coreography straight after clap, and it demanded everything— sharp movements, synchronized transitions, energy that left no space for fatigue. her breath was already shallow by the pre chorus— too soon, too early. it shouldn't have felt like this. her libs still obeyed her, but they did so reluctantly, as if they turned heavier and denser— like pushing throught water.

there was a weight settling in her chest— not the emotional kind, not entirely at least. she felt that was something physical, tangible, real.

and she knew it, she recognized it— the tightening wasn't new. the catch in her throat, the way her lungs seemed to shrink everytime she tried to take in air— it had been months, but the sensation was unforgettable. still she kept going on, even if her vision began to tilt sightly, just enough for the edges of the stage to feel curved.

joshua passed close behind her, brushing her shoulder sightly. his galance was quick, concerned, but she dismissed it with a subtle nod that barely masked the way her lungs were already fighting for space. keep going, keep dancing— it'll pass, but it didn't.

by the time the song reached its final chorus, ara felt like she was chasing her own breath, scraping at her ribs with ever inhale that never quite filled her. her hands trembled as they fell into the next formation, and she missed a cue— just one. a turn came a second too late. anyone unfamiliar with the routine wouldn't have noticed, but others would. and she knew they did.

her gaze flicked toward the wing without thinking, her body instinctively searching for a way out, but her feet stayed rooted to the spot. then her line came— only few words— but her lung locked instantly. it was like a trap had snapped shut inside her chest. no air came in, and for a second everything inside her froze. and when they didn't hear her familiar voice singing the lines, someone immediatly chimed him— it probably was dokyeom.

her knees didn't give, not yet, but her step faltered just enough that minghao reached for her, almost unconsciously, catching her elbow. «ara» he wishpered, low enough that only she could hear, but she shook her head and tried to keep moving, even though the stage had started spinning and the lights overhead felt like a sun she couldn't escape from.

her body was shutting down piece by piece. her skin burned under the layers of make up and sweat, her throat was raw, and every breath she tried to take felt like drowing. she couldn't even hear the music anymore— just the rasping sound of her own breath, ragged, fast, uneaven. and then, she stopped.

her hands frist moved to her mic belt, fumbling with the strap like it was suddently soffucating her. then her hands moved to her chest, fingers spread wide as if trying to hold herself togheter— like pressing down might somehow force the air back into her lungs. the camera, mercifully, missed the moment. but the members didn't.

from backstage, someone yelled— her name maybe, or something more urgent— but it came through muffled and distorted, like sound underwater. everything around her blurred as her feet started to move, slow and unsteady, a despreate shuffle toward the backstage, somewhere quieter and where she could breathe. but she didn't make far. her legs gave out just as she reached the edge of the stage, knees like paper, and in the next second someone caught her— arm gripping tightly around her arms, not carefully or gently, just urgently. she didn't even see who it was.

everything was spinning, her vision a tunnel of light and black spots, her ears ringing louder than the music. she felt herself being pulled, dragged off stage with force that was more instinct. it was like whoever grabbed her didn't care how it looked, only that she was safe. her chest was still heaving, desperate for air that wouldn't come. makeup smeared from her temples to her jaw, her fingers clutched at the back of someone's shirt, it was cotton damped with sweat.

the moment her foot crossed into the backstage, probably everything was even more chaotic than it had been out there under the stage lights. the roar of the crowd faded, replaced by something sharper, more raw-panic in its purest form. people were talking over each other, overlapping voices crashing. their words came fast and useless, like water thrown on a fire that had already swallowed the room.

hands reached for her all at once— someone tugger her in-ear monitor off too roughly, someone tried to unclip the mic belt from her waist while she was still gasping like she was drowning and their urgency was making everything clumsy. her knees buckled fully this time, and someone caught her just before she collapsed entirely. they lowered her to the ground too fast, without grace, and the cold concrete met her spine like a slap, like the reality.

the pressure in her chest didn't ease, it only grew heavier. her fingers trembled as they clawed at the fabric of her shirt, uselessy. someone knelt beside, this time decisive, holding a small plastic device in one hand— the emergency inhaler.

«ara, we've got it, okay? just hang on» the voice was quick and focused. they gently pried her hand from her chest and pressed the inhaler to her lips. she barely responded, but she tried, «breathe in now ara». the frist breath didn't land right, it slipped to shallow. but the second, it caught. her eyes clenched shut, face crumpling not from pain but from the terrifying relif of it. she gasped again— harder, and a single tear slipped down the side of her nose without her noticing.

the pressure hadn't left— her chest still hurted like hell and her lungs still dragged, but it was something. oxygen finally reaching the edges of her panic. around her the chaos didn't stop, but her world slowed but she could still hear a snippet of frantic voices. «tell hoshi to stay back— wait, no. wait he's coming» and through all the blur, someone's voice— louder than the rest, called out her name.

he was there, on his knees beside her before anyone could stop him. she didn't answer, still too focused on the rising and falling of her chest, but her eyes flicked towards him. his voice was too soft for the room around them. «you're okay» he slowly reached out, carefully, as he brushed a strand of hair of her damp forehead. his hands trembling «you scared the hell out of me».

she opened her mouth to say something— maybe to apologize, maybe to lie and say she was fine, but nothing came out. just another shallow breath. «don't do that, don't say nothing» hoshi said, gently but firmly, her hand still gripped the inhaler like a lifeliner. he noticed the way her knuckles were white around it, and without asking, he helped her steady it again.

everything faded, and just for a second, it was just him and her— his hand on the back of her neck, firm and steady, while her still trembling fingers gripped around his arm. not pulling, just holding on, as if he was the only think keeping her to the ground. his eyes scanned her face, not with fear anymore, but with something quieter. somethind he didn't have the words for right now, that only she would understand.

she wasn't sure how long it had been— if seconds or minutes, before her breath finally stopped scraping her lungs like broken glass. time felt distorted, stretched and compressed all at once. the bright lights above her head buzzed faintly, the distant echo of footsteps and voices bleeding into a background hum she couldn't quite focus on. everything around her was still too fast, too loud, too much but she was glad the worst had passed.

her head throbbed with a dull, persistent anche, and her chest still felt like something heavy had been placed on it, pressing her down from the inside. but every breath came out easier now, and even if her limbs felt numbs and some trembling, that alone felt like a miracle.

her back was now pressed against the cool wall of the hallway, the chill of the concrete leaked through the thin layer of her clothes. she didn't remember moving, she hadn't the strenght for it. only hoshi must've done it— quiet and efficiently, in that way he always did things when he was worried but trying to not show it.

she blinked slowly, still disoriented. her gaze moved across the hallway— many people still rushing back and forth, some of their voices urgent but none of them registred fully. she still felt like she was underwater. and he was there— squatting in front of her, elbows on his knees, his entire body lightly leaning fowards ara.

his eyes fixed on hers with a soft gaze— not worried nor scolding, that was the last thing she needed at the moment. one of his hand moved near her ankle, not touching it, but close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. she didn't know if she wanted to cry or collapse again just from the weight of that small, quite kindness.

someone crouched beside her— a women from the staff. her voice was gentle but firm, the kind used when giving instructions meant to be followed without protest. «ara, stay there. you don't have to go back on stage, really» her hand hovered near ara's shoulder like she wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated last second. «you've done more than enough, they'll understand» she added softly, her eyes scanning ara's face, looking for some sing— pain, disconfort or protest.

ara didn't respond at frist, her gaze was fixed ahead— unfocused. she wanted to say yes, to agree, to let herself stay down but her muscles wouldn't commit. her body was still busy recovering from everything that just happened. the staff member knelt a little lower, one knee hitting the floor «ara?» she leaned foward, to give a look at her face. that's when she finally turned her head, just enough to meet her eyes.

there was no anger or resistance in her expression— just exhaustion, raw and unfiltered. her lips parted like she was about to say something, but no words came out. «you don't have to prove anything to anyone, okay?» she said, this time more gentle. «let them handle it. just breathe»

she didn't need to look up to catch him staring, she could feel it— his gaze was steady and unwavering, it was burning under her sking gently. it wasn't heavy, not the kind of stare that asked questions or demanded explenations.

when she finally dared to lift her eyes, his gaze met hers without hesitation and it didn't flicker. it was caring, deeply so— there was no trace of pity of concern that needed to be seen by others. it was that kind of understanding that came from knowing someone for too long to be fooled by a forced smile or a rehearsed 'im fine'.

she swallowed hard, not because she had something to say, but because something about the way he looked at her made her throat ache again. like her body didn't know how to hold that kind of softness without falling apart.

«you don't have to stay. i'm okay now» hoshi tilted his head sightly, the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. «you're not» his voice sounded quiet, gentle. she blinked fast, trying to keep her face togheter. she didn't want to cry— not here, with that big amount of staff crowding the hallway. her fingers curled around the fabric of her pants, grounding herself in that tiny motion.

«im serious» she murmured, eyes drifting toward the floor «i'll be back» her voice was barely here, just enough for him to hear. but hoshi caught it, like he caught everything. his eyes lingered on her a second longer, and she swore she saw something flicker in them— pride, maybe. or worry. or both.

he didn't answer right away, just breathed in throught his nose— sharp and slow. letting her go now was harder than he wanted it to be. then someone called his name— loud, urgent. «hoshi, you have to go on stage. now» he didn't move at frist, he just stared at her still leaning on the cold wall.

«hoshi» he shifted his weight, reluctantly. his jaw tensed and then gave a small nod, not to the staff, at her. not approval, not permession, it was more like 'please, don't make me regret walking away'. then he turned and jogged down the hall, shoulder tight, vanishing around the corner.

ara let her head fall back against the wall. the ache had dulled— no longer sharp, but still present, sitting heavy in her ribs like leftover thunder. the kind of exhaustion that didn't just pressed on her muscles but wrapped around her bones— deep and slow. her breathing had evened out, but it still felt borrowed, like her lungs weren't fully hers yet. she closed her eyes for a moment, long lashes fanned againist her cheeks, the cool of hallway title seeping through the back of her shirt.

her hands had stopped trembling, they were still resting in her lap like she didn't know what to do with them. her legs awkwardly bent in front of her, shoes pressed against the floor, the posture of someone who hadn't fully decided wether to rest or ride. she was alone again, for a beat. the gazes of the staff who were still checking her out burned under her skin.

and then, slowly— almost without realizing— her fingers moved. one hand reached to the back of her waist, where the mic pack had been jostled loose. her touch was unsure at frist, grazing over the cable and the edge of the elastic strap. she should leave it, she should rest— she'd been told to. everyone would understand. but understanding wasn't the same as forgiving. and rest wasn't same as peace.

she couldn't explain it— not even to herself— but sitting there felt worse than the moment her breath had locked inside her chest. so she adjusted the strap, fitted it more snugly against her skin. her motions were slow, steady, and by the time her fingers clipped her mic back into place, her hands had stopped shaking altogheter.

one deep breath, then another. her knees bent and she lent fowards, palms pressing against the the groud to lift herself— but before she could fully rise, several hands reached out, gasping her arms to steady and support her. she was grateful for their help, for the care they offered in that frantic moment, but a part of her still hated that feeling. their eyes were soft, full of concern— but also laced with something else: pity. and she hated it. the way they looked at her as if she was fragile, broken in a way she didn't want to admit, but even less wanted other to see.

she clenched her jaw and forced a small, tight smile. «i'm fine» she whispered, not quite meeting anyones eyes. taking deep breathes, she adjusted her mic one last time as her eyes flicked toward the stage entrace— bright lights were waiting her. she straightened her shoulders, squaring her jaw and stepped foward.

the distance sound of s.coups voice carried though speakers, delivering a speech to the crowd. that's when ara knew it was the perfect moment, they probably had less than an hour until the end of the concert. every movement she made was measured, as if her mind needed to convince her body was fine, was ready. and with steady steps, she slipped back into the stage, the roaring crowd swallowing her up again.

they immeditely spotted her— minghao caught her eyes and gave her a small, reassuring nod. seungkwan flashed a bright smile, mouthing something she couldn't quite catch. joshua stepped closer, subtly adjusting his stance so her shoulders almost touched. then, with a quiet gentleness, he gave her a soft pat on the shoulder— an uspoken promise she wasn't alone out there, that they in this all toghter. the familiar presence of her members grounded her, giving her the strenght to keep moving foward and finish what she'd started despire everything.

she even caught the suble glance hoshi shot her from across the stage— a fleeting look that carried more weight than words could. his eyes— sharp yet soft, locked into hers for a heartbeat, and a slight, almost reclutant smile tugged at the corner of his lips. it was something only meat for her, a quiet rassurance that wathever storm she was in— he saw her, and he was there.

jeonghan moved through the stage, passing at the back of the members. his movements, meant to look unhurried, hided the ugercy of her steps— he didn't wanted to draw the attention from the udience, especially now as seungkwans voice filled the arena with a gentle speech, but the ugercy to be by her side betrayed him. when he reacher her side, he moved close, closing the gap between them with a quiet, comforting presence. his arms slipped around her waist— firm but tender.

the cool fabric of his jacket brushed lightly against her pale skin, forcing her to ground into the physical world— her head was still fogged. his head leaned gently over her shoulder, silently telling her to lean on him whenever she needed. there were no words between them, the simple contact was enough. ara's breath caught in her throat once again at the contact, a fragile hitch of gratidude and something unspoken swelling within her chest.

slowly, the music began to shift, the subtle hum growing louder as the into of the next song whispered through the spearkers. the members started moving into their positions with praticed precision. ara's legs, still heavy, obeyed instinctively as she adjusted her stance. the lost of contact with jeonghan body, made shivers form down her spine. around her, the others snapped into formation. minghao galanced her way once again, offering a quick nod of encouragement.

she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment. it didn't matter how much her chest ached with every move— only forty more minutes. she could endure that.

the final notes of the never ending aju nice echoed though the arena. member scattered around the stage, jumping around while interacting with the cheering crowd. ara's heart pounded in a steady rhythm. they came togheter at the center of the stage, hands linked, bowing deeply to the audience until their figure disappeared.

backstage, the energy was calmer than before, but still far from relaxed. the big smiles they'd held on stage had softened, fading into worried galances exchanged between the member. dino was the frist one to approach ara, his voice low and steady «hey, you holding up okay?» his eyes searched her, trying to understand how much she was really feeling.

she gave a small nod, nothing more— and ofcurse no one was conviced. the movement felt automatic, more like a polite gesture rather than a true answer. joshua stepped closer, his hand gently squeezing her shoulder, a quiet reassurance meant to ground her. his eyes scanned her face carefully, searching for any sign.

s.coups lingered just behind joshua, his brows furrowed in concern, ready to step if needed. «you don't have to push yourself too hard» he said quietly, voice low but still enough to be heard. ara blinked slowly, struggling to steady her breath, but her lips remained pressed into a thin line. she wasn't ready to admit how the episode had shaken her— how close she'd come to losing control.

but despite their concern, no one pressed too hard— not right after everything happened. she was stubborn, her way was to keep fighting through it, no matter how much it costed her.

she sat in front of the same mirror of hours before. it was the same, lights still hars against the glass. her posture was completely different, but it still felt uncomfortable as before— shoulders lower, breath slower and skin paler under the layers of makeup that stubbornly clung into her. she sat in silence as the soft fabric rubs against her skin, the coldness of the make-up remover contrasted with her warm, hot skin.

her fingers moved slowly, dragging the product across her cheeks, forehead and lips. it felt like she was peeling off everything— the adrenaline, the fear, the weight of pushing through. and when the last trace was long gone, she leaned back the chair, eyes fixed on her bare reflection. for a moment, there was only silence, heavy and soft all at once. then, with a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes and she whispered to herself— when it will be over.

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2020 <> can you hear me in the silence?

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word count: 2.3k TW: downbad!wonwoo, hints at cyana's past, fluff, comfort, one swear word italics are in english, bolded words are in japanese a/n: we love a downbad wonwoo moment and oblivious cyana- this pairing is always so fun to write! threw in a little sneak peak of cyana's past and what's to come...

Wonwoo felt a swirl of guilt and nausea each time he saw Cyana. Ever since that night - where Wonwoo had fainted backstage and Cyana had kindly stayed next to him through it all - he felt he owed the girl immensely. They hadn't talked at all since - Wonwoo knew he was continuing to avoid the girl - not because of his fear this time, but out of guilt. He knew he had been rude and callous to the girl since day one and regretted it deeply.

There was nothing he could say however, each time he tried to speak to her, his tongue refused to cooperate and his throat would close up. He'd end up looking like a fool in front of her, his usually charismatic self reduced into silence.

He figured he had always been better at showing instead of telling.

ONE:

Cyana was woefully overstimulated and it was showing. Her eyes had glazed over, as she sat in between DK and Dino, bearing the front of all the chaos.

Wonwoo knew it had been a long day for the girl. Cyana had been paraded around Tokyo, finishing interviews and photoshoots and still making time to grab dinner with Joshua and Jun. He had seen how eager she had been to crash in her room the moment they had returned back to the hotel. It was purely because she couldn't say no to Dino that she was still awake, joining them all for late night drinks.

"...and then you would've believe what she told me." DK continued on with his story, halfway through his third can of beer. His voice was loud, as the alcohol lowered his inhibitions.

"Dokyeom-ah." Wonwoo cut in before he could continue. His voice was quiet, but firm nonetheless.

The boy in question turned his head to the corner of room where Wonwoo sat. "Oh, hyung."

"Let's lower our voices, okay?" He reminded gently, still eyeing Cyana. "We don't want to get another noise complaint."

DK nodded. "Whoops." He smiled sheepishly. "You're right."

Wonwoo turned to look at Hoshi and Mingyu as well, who had both been cackling over something on Mingyu's phone. "You two as well."

The volume died significantly, and Wonwoo could see Cyana's shoulders relax. He turned back to nursing his own can of beer, watching as she blinked out of her stupor and leaned comfortably against Dino to listen to DK's story.

TWO:

Joshua would've joked that Wonwoo seemed to be stalking Cyana had it not been very true. He could see his eyes following her every move, and wondered whether or not Cyana could feel them too.

"What's going on with you?" He asked Wonwoo as they walked outside for a quick lunch.

Wonwoo frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You've been following Cyana with your eyes like 24/7 ever since our Japan concert."

He could swear he saw Wonwoo blush. "I don't know what you're talking about, man." He denied, moving past him to open the door to the cafe.

Joshua shrugged. It really wasn't any of his business, and Wonwoo always had been a little weird about Cyana since the beginning. His lips quirked up into a tiny smile, enjoying this newfound side of his friend. It was hard to see Wonwoo as anything but calm and collected.

As they sat down to order, he watched from over the menu as Wonwoo scanned the options.

"Have you been here before?" Joshua asked, confused. Wonwoo was looking at the menu like he already knew what he wanted to order.

Wonwoo glanced up before returning his eyes to the menu. "What?" He mumbled. "No."

"How'd you even find this place anyways?" Joshua wondered out loud. "Must be really popular, if you said we needed to come here." Wonwoo had approached him with the idea of going to a cafe 15 minutes away and Joshua had gladly accepted.

Wonwoo shook his head. "It's actually pretty underground." He revealed. "It took me awhile to find."

Joshua frowned. His friend was giving him more questions than answers.

Before he could ask how Wonwoo even knew of the place, the server approached them with a pad of paper, ready to take their order. "Hello, what can I get for you?"

Wonwoo gestured at Joshua to go first. Reaching for his limited knowledge of Japanese, he pointed at the pastry that had caught his eye. "I'll have one of these, please. And a latte."

The waiter nodded, looking over at Wonwoo expectantly.

"I'll have one of these, please." Wonwoo pointed to something on the menu. He paused before speaking again. "And can I take this to go?"

The waiter glanced down at what he was pointing at and nodded. "Yes, I'll have it packed up for you."

"Thank you." Wonwoo nodded in thanks as the waiter left.

Joshua kept his questions to himself as they ate, all the while eyeing the takeout container the waiter had placed next to Wonwoo. He finally gave up as they exited the cafe, his curiosity peaking.

"What's in the box?"

Wonwoo looked down at the container he was holding onto, as if he himself hadn't realized he had it. "It's their takoyaki." He explained, shrugging. "Apparently it's the best or whatever."

A lightbulb ignited within Joshua's mind. He recalled a conversation he had overheard two nights ago, as he passed by Dino and Cyana's shared room.

"I think I'd murder someone for takoyaki right now." Cyana had mumbled out, eyes closed as she recalled the flavour. "There was this cafe I went to as a kid that served the best takoyaki. Ever."

Dino had laughed at her want. "Is it far?"

"I don't know." She groaned out, upset. "Don't remember the name. I just know they had like- wooden exterior and bamboo walls." Her nose scrunched as she recalled the memory. "Very traditional Japanese."

"No fucking way." Joshua stared at Wonwoo, his mouth gaped open.

The younger man frowned at him, raising a hand to push his glasses up. "What." He gave him an unamused expression.

"Is that," Joshua pointed at the box in his hands. "For Cyana?"

Wonwoo's cheeks turned red. "Maybe."

"Oh my goodness." Joshua couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the situation was. "You're pathetic, oh my god. Don't tell me you found the cafe just by her description of the exterior."

Wonwoo's face was ablaze as they continued walking. "I google mapped the thing," he mumbled, embarrassed. "clicked on every place that sold takoyaki and checked the exterior for bamboo and wood." He frowned when Joshua only laughed louder. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not-" Joshua wheezed out, slapping Wonwoo on the back. "Props to you, man. That's some dedication."

"Shut up."

THREE:

"Dino?" Cyana called out from their shared hotel room to the boy who was currently in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed.

"Hm?"

She was staring at the box filled with takoyaki, still steaming and hot. "Did you go out and get takoyaki today?"

Dino popped his head out from the bathroom, toothbrush still in his mouth. "Nuh uh."

"Hm." Cyana frowned, wondering who had. Shrugging, the scent of the food overtook her curiosity as she sat down and took a bite. "Oh my god." Clasping her hands together as if in prayer, she couldn't help but shiver at the nostalgic taste. "The takoyaki gods have answered my prayers." She muttered through a mouthful.

Dino let out a snort from behind her, having finished getting ready for bed. "More like the takoyaki tooth fairy."

"I am so in love." She mumbled through another mouthful, moving the box away from Dino when he tried sneaking a bite. "You already brushed your teeth, bro."

"This isn't fair." Dino pouted, flopping onto the bed. "Everything you say has been coming true recently."

Cyana frowned, realizing he was right. Just yesterday, she had lingered in front of a store on their way to a interview. A purple and white notebook had caught her attention - perfect for storing her lyrics in. That same notebook had ended up on top of her suitcase later that night - no note, no receipt. Nobody had owned up to the act when she asked during breakfast the next day.

"From how I see it-" Dino was talking, breaking Cyana out of her thoughts. "One of us messed up- bad. And they're trying to get on your good side before you find out."

She gave him a look, taking another bite of her takoyaki. "Or~" She gave him a goofy grin. "It could be my fairy godmother. Finally showing up."

Dino snorted. "Childish."

FOUR:

They were halfway through their North American leg of the tour and Wonwoo could tell returning to LA had done something to the girl. She was no longer participating in their antics and hangouts after concerts - choosing to reside in her room instead. It resulted in Dino having to room with him and Jun, the younger boy moping around like a kicked puppy over losing his roommate.

"Something's very wrong with her." Dino muttered one night, having had enough of everyone pretending Cyana was okay.

"You're just saying that cause she asked to room alone for the rest of tour and you're pissed." Hoshi muttered back.

"No." Dino corrected quickly, getting up from his spot on the couch. "All she does is perform, practice, hide in her room, perform, practice, hide in her room." He listed. "It's like she's in a loop."

"Give her some time." Joshua sighed, and everyone turned to look at him.

"You know something." Dino pointed an accusatory finger at the older boy.

Joshua nodded. "I do. And it's nothing that concerns us. Cyana will share when she wants to share."

Dino huffed, clearly not liking being kept in the dark. "She's my twin, hyung."

Wonwoo could barely pinpoint the sadness in Joshua's eyes, but it was there. "I know. Give her time."

Wonwoo stood up, leaving the room without a word. Knocking quietly on their manager's door, he entered to see him working on his computer. "Can we get a day off?" He asked.

The manager blinked at the sudden request. "What do you want to do?"

"There's a bookstore close by, right?" Wonwoo remembered Vernon saying something about that. "Barnes and Nobles. Can we go?"

He knew it wasn't much, but Cyana had complained a long time ago that she missed having English books to read. He figured he couldn't do much to help the girl through whatever she was going through right now, but this- this he could do.

FIVE:

It was half-past four in the morning and Wonwoo was still awake. It was officially their last day on tour - tomorrow they'd be flying back to Korea. He couldn't tell whether that made him happy or sad. He was relieved though - hoping that maybe being back home would help heal everyone.

Their hotel floor was eerily quiet tonight as all the members had gone to sleep. He figured it was the crash that often came with tour ending - as if their bodies knew it was finally over and the adrenaline that kept them going washed away.

"Jun?" A tiny voice sounded from the entrance of his hotel room, making him flinch at the sudden sound.

He turned, spotting a bleary-eyed Cyana padding in, her feet bare.

"Jun's sleeping." He whispered, nodding towards the boy in question, who was sleeping soundly in bed.

He watched as her shoulders fell and she perched upon the table, her legs swinging gently above the floor. He watched her watch Jun sleep in silence.

It seemed like forever until Cyana spoke, finally raising her head to look at Wonwoo.

"Are you my fairy godmother?" She whispered, and Wonwoo felt as if she wasn't really all there. Her eyes seemed to look through him, as if she was trying too hard to look at him and failed.

He knew what she meant. He simply nodded, afraid that if he tried to say something, his words would betray him.

"Did you do something wrong?" She asked next, rubbing her sleepy eyes to look at him better. "Dino said whoever gave me those things probably did something wrong."

Wonwoo thought the question was very subjective. "Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked her instead, curious.

Cyana shook her head. "No."

"I thought I'd be nice for a change." He admitted. "I felt bad. And you were going through so much."

She didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything else either.

"Thank you." She whispered, after much silence.

Wonwoo could only nod. No need, he wanted to say. Or maybe As long as it helped you - through whatever it is that Joshua won't tell us. Whatever secret he's keeping for you. Whatever happened in LA. But he didn't say any of that- Cyana looked fragile enough.

"I like this."

Her voice shook him out of his thoughts as he looked back at her.

"The silence." She clarified. "You give nice silence."

His lips quirked at the creative way she had put it. He found she always had a strange way with words, but beautiful nonetheless. "Thank you." He didn't know what else to say.

Watching wordlessly as she walked over to Jun, sliding into bed next to him and curling herself up, Wonwoo moved to get ready for bed. By the time he returned, Jun had moved, as if his body could sense Cyana's presence and moved to compliment it - even while unconscious.

He pulled out his phone and took a picture, sending it to Jun for when the boy woke up. Settling into bed himself, he mulled over Cyana's words. You give nice silence. It made him happy just thinking about it. Silence was something he excelled at- and he always believed it to be a weakness. But if his silence was nice, and if it was something Cyana needed - perhaps it was a strength instead.

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svt-rosalie · 7 months ago

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. . . ♡ TIKTOK ! ? 🧧 TREND ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ we listen, we don’t judge! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

gonna follow my feelings

and get with you, boy

magnetic , illit

Rosalie has been seeing this certain trend all over her personal TikTok account. It’s where the couple sits down in front of the camera and says things about themselves or their relationship that the other doesn’t know yet but can’t judge them for it!

The young girl thought it was a hilarious idea and wanted to do with her partner. She was sending the video clips to Jihoon for a little over a week before he finally caught on and asked if she wanted to do the trend together.

Of course she said yes! That was the whole point of sending him sending him so many TikTok’s and Reels . . . to make it seem like it was originally his idea (she does everytime there is a couples trend going around on social media that she’s knows she’ll have to convince him to do).

So here they were now sitting on their couch together; Sabrina their cat was snuggled in Jihoon’s lap whilst their dog Pixie was lying in between them. The younger girls phone was leaning up against a couple of books on the coffee table recording their current conversation.

Rosalie looked at her Husband, “I’ll start for us. So you know how I really like you in your glasses right?” The older boy nodded, eyes squinting suspicious of what she’s going to say next.

“Well sometimes I hide your contacts so you have to wear your glasses.” Rosie avoided all eye contact and just stared straight at the camera trying to not laugh.

Jihoon couldn’t help but to widen his eyes in disbelief.

“Where do you hide my contacts?” He asks, perplexed.

The girl laughed and looked over at him, “If I told you that, you wouldn’t wear your glasses.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes playfully before moving on to his ‘confession’ of sorts.

“Honestly, mines not any better.” he states giggling a little, “Whenever I’m wanting more attention from you, I will turn the AC down so you get cold and cuddle with me for warmth.”

“That’s why our electric bill is so high!” Rosie gasped.

Woozi pointed a finger at her and laughed “Hey we don’t judge! Plus you don’t even pay the bills, so don’t worry about it.” He states.

It was true, Jihoon didn’t like her worrying about any of the household bills so he pays them never asking her for a dime, he wants her to spend her money on what she wants and needs but even then he probably gives her his card to pay for it.

Rosie nods in agreement and starts petting Pixie whilst speaking her next words.

“Whenever we’re going out for the night and you ask if I like the outfit you’re wearing I tell you no so I can see you shirtless.” The poor girl starts blushing like crazy and laughs out of embarrassment.

“I’m not judging, I swear! But you do know we’re married right? If you want to see me shirtless you don’t even have to ask.” Jihoon smirks

Rosalie softly smacks him in his arm, “Stop you’re making me blush even more.” The girl softly presses her hands to her cheeks to make the redness go away but to no ones surprise her face looks like a tomato with how much she’s blushing.

“One day I tripped and accidentally broke your flower vase on the table and I don’t know why but I panicked when you asked about it so I blamed it on Sabrina.” Jihoon said.

If their cat was human she would be cursing her make owner out. It kind of looked like Sabrina was giving Jihoon the stank eye to be honest.

Rosalie gasped, “Oh, I’m so going to judge you for that one. Why’d you blame it on my baby Sabrina.” the girl pouted and grabbed her cat from Jihoon’s lap and started petting and giving apology kisses to the Ragdoll. “She didn’t get any treats that day because I thought she was a bad girl. You’re not a bad girl Sabrina, I’ll make sure you get extra treats tonight!” The cat just meowed and cuddled closer to her female owner.

The two moved on, though Rosalie was still cuddling her cat like she was a baby and there dog Pixie was now on the ground messing with one of her many toys.

“So sometimes I’ll purposely wear my high heels so when we kiss you have to lean up to reach me.” The girl stays nonchalant petting her cat though she really wants to laugh seeing as how out of the corner of her eye, she can see her husband’s shocked face.

“That’s diabolical.” Jihoon states in disbelief. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry to be honest.

Rosalie just shrugged, “We listened and we don’t judge!”

Jihoon nodded and smiled “It’s okay because sometimes I hide your shoes when we’re going out so you’ll want to stay home and watch shows together instead.” He stated it so coolly too, legs crossed and his right arm slung over his wife’s shoulder acting as if he had no care in the world.

“We listen and we don’t judge.” He says laughing at her shocked face.

“Fine. Last one!” Jihoon nodded at his wife’s words.

Rosalie took a deep breath and prepared herself for what she was about to confess to not only her husband but to their fans as well.

“When you asked if you should cut your long hair and I said it was up to you and I wouldn’t mind either way. I lied, I cried for hours after you cut it!” Rosalie clasped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

Jihoon busted out laughing, he had no idea that his long hair meant that much to the younger girl. “Hey your not suppose to judge me!” Rosie pouts.

“I’m not judging you honey, but if you told me you liked it better long I would’ve kept it like that for a little while more.” He just wanted the kiss the pout off of her lips, Rosalie was just way to adorable about this.

“It’s okay, if it makes you feel any better when I first started liking you I started to work out more because you said you liked a certain anime character that had a lot of abs and I really wanted to impress you.” He said to make his wife feel better, plus it was his last little ‘We listen but we don’t judge’ confession so he didn’t mind telling her or anyone else.

Rosalie couldn’t help but smile at him and laugh, the pout on her face was long gone.

“I would never judge you for that. Plus it really did impress me!” She said.

“I knew it would, Jeonghan was wrong!”

TikTok Comments

roseswrld they are so cute!!!! omg :(((

roseflvr wait they kept saying they were married, DID THEY HAVE THEIR CEREMONY ALREADY?????!!!!

rosette no because woozi i’m judging you too, why’d you blame the case breaking on poor sabrina

tigerose rosie i cried for 2 days when he cut his hair… you’re not the only one

prkjhye if i was woozi’s partner id be all up on him too ain’t no one judging you girl

armycarat35 jihoon calling rosie honey is all i need in life

ihugrosie so we’re just ignoring that jihoon said they were married? okay.

undrwater MY LOVEEEEES

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beenbaanbuun · 2 years ago

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seventeen’s reaction to their youngest member getting injured

choi seungcheol

has already lost 10 years of his life just from worrying about you

loses 5 more when he has to accompany you to the hospital because of your broken leg

he tried to save the lecture until after he knows you’re okay, but he can’t help it when the leader in him comes out

the conversation *cough* reprimand *cough* lasts for the whole car journey and by the time you’ve got the the hospital, you’d already been blocking it out for 10 minutes

“you need to be more careful,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he might be frustrated, but he still wanted to show you he cared. “it might be a broken leg this time but who knows what it’ll be next time!”

at the end of the day he just cares about you too much to see you hurt

yoon jeonghan

if it isn’t bad, he’ll just tease you about how clumsy you are

probably still teases you if it is bad, but when you start tearing up because of how much it hurts, will immediately stop

causes hell just to make sure you’re getting the best treatment possible because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t make you were were as comfortable as possible

eventually calms down when you assure him you’re fine and you feel perfectly alright with what you’d been given

leaves 80% of the lecturing to seungcheol and just gives you a tiny one himself, mostly about how you’re not allowed to worry him

once he knows you’re feeling a little better, a switch will flip and he’ll go back to his regular annoying self just to try and get things back to normal

“well at least you didn’t fall down the stairs,” he laughed before cutting it short just a few seconds later, “oh, wait… never mind, you did!”

hong jisoo

was the only one around when you cut your finger open with the kitchen knife

doesn’t know what to do so he sends a text to seungcheol and shoves your hand under the cold tap for a while

tries to cheer you up but doesn’t really know how to when you’re bleeding profusely and crying just as much

eventually lands on his usual method of doing stupid shit just to get the tiniest smile out of you while you wait for anyone else to come and do the important part of patching you up

“keep your hand there,” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, “get ready to feel better.”

100% does that silly little dance of his which has you cry laughing instead of just regular crying

you almost forget how much it hurts and shua considers his job done!

wen junhui

kind of clueless on what to do when you go to him with a bloody nose and tell him you got hit in the face playing foot volleyball

sits you down on the sofa whilst he frantically google’s how to stop nose bleeds

asks you to go and grab tissues before realising that you’re the one he’s supposed to be helping and goes to get them himself

winces a bit when he gets blood on his hands but remembers that he’s doing it for you and the grossness of it goes away pretty quickly

tries to talk you through the pain, letting you know about what he’s been doing with his day and what he’s planning to do later

“and then you came in to talk to me and i think that’s it,” he finished up recounting every second of his day as he switched the tissue for a clean one, “and then later i’m going to head to the practice rooms to-”

definitely forgets about your injury once the bleeding has stopped and boops you on the nose only to profusely apologise when you wince in pain

kwon soonyoung

if you could run away with a sprained ankle, you definitely should because hoshi will turn up his clinginess by about 80% the moment he hears that you have an injury

will not let you out of his sight until he knows you’re okay again

unfortunately for you that means you have a permanent body guard telling you what you can and can’t do which gets very old very fast

you cant even hide from him because god knows he will seek you out and yell at you for walking on your bad ankle too much

might be overbearing but in reality he just wants you to get better as quickly as possible because it makes him sad to see you in pain

“sit down and let me do it,” hoshi shouted as he noticed you trying to get a bowl of cereal for yourself, “and you wonder why i like to keep an eye on you…”

you eventually give into the clinginess in the hopes that he’ll get bored after a while… he doesn’t…

jeon wonwoo

freezes when he spots you crying and holding your wrist in front of the stove

literally does not know what to do in this situation because he usually palms it off onto one of his other members

but he’s the only one around and you’ve just been burnt and desperately need someone to help

so he walks over to you and drags you to the sink with your good wrist, all whilst muttering complaints about how you need to be more careful

strokes your hair when you’re running your wrist under the cold water to try and soothe you just a little

“you’re okay, y/n,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “i know it hurts but the longer you hold it under the water, the less it’ll hurt in the long run.”

passes you along to the next member that comes along but will check up on you every few minutes just to make sure you’re okay

lee jihoon

his first response is always ‘go find seungcheol’ when you go to him with an injury, but sometimes he’s the only one around and you look so upset and fuck… he’ll have to deal with this

very methodical about it - asks you what’s wrong, finds out what he needs to do, does it

he’ll try and hide his smile as you tell him about what stupid thing you were doing that got you hurt this time, but tries to hide it because at the end of the day, you’re still injured

usually shuffles in close whilst he’s bandaging you up just so you can lean on him in it gets too painful at any point

he refuses to complain about you leaning on him when you’re hurt because how can he deny you physical affection when it’s obviously making you feel better

in reality he just has a soft spot for you and uses you being hurt as an excuse to let you hug him with no complaints

“there we go, kid,” he rubs your arm affectionately, “all patched up…”

lee seokmin

panics because oh god his kid is hurt and he doesn’t know what to do and WHERE IS SEUNGCHEOL

will sit down and hold you close while he rings around the members to try and find one to come and help

he claims the cuddling is to help soothe, but you both know it’s so he can calm himself down more than anything

eventually gets ahold of another member and begs them to come home and help

breathes a sigh of relief when they agree; now his only job is making sure you’re calm and comfortable and nothing hurts too much

cue seokmin literally becoming your butler for the next 20 minutes whilst you wait for someone else to get home because he needs to make sure that you have everything you need

“do you need more tea?” he asks as you take the final sip. not even a second passes before the mug is taken from you and more tea is poured. “i’ll get you some more, just so you have it if you want it, okay?”

kim mingyu

tries his hardest to help but he can’t help but gag when you tell him about how you trapped you fingers in the car door

doesn’t know what to do so he literally wraps up your whole hand in gauze and calls it a day - it’s someone else’s problem now

spends more time trying to cheer you up than he actually does helping with your injury because at least he knows how to make you smile

tells you bad jokes until you can’t breathe from laughter and you’re begging him to stop

he stops but only so you can get your breath back, and then he starts again because laughter is clearly a great pain killer

“if it’s more jokes you want then it’s more jokes i have, pipsqueek,” mingyu smiled at you as you frantically shook your head, “no more jokes? well that’s boring… how about this one? why did the old man-”

continues until someone more qualified to deal with your gross injury gets home

xu minghao

doesn’t lecture you in the same way seungcheol does, but definitely gives you a speech about how you shouldn’t be putting yourself in dangerous situations

rolls his eyes at you when you try and pass the blame onto another member who you claimed to be your ‘partner in crime’ because he knows it was definitely just your own clumsiness

still tries his hardest to help clean up the scratch on your face that you got from who knows what - minghao had zoned out part way through your convoluted story

lets you squeeze his hand if the antiseptic makes your scratch hurt too much

even let’s you pick out a cute bandaid to put over it just because he knows it’ll cheer you up

“if your stylist gets mad at you, don’t come crying to me,” he grumbles as he presses a kind kiss to the bandaid, “it’s your own fault, no one else’s.”

tells you to be careful before you go running off to cause more trouble

boo seungkwan

very much an ‘i told you this would happen’ kind of person, even if he had not ‘told you so’ like he says he did

will roll his eyes when you get brought back to the dorms with a cast on your wrist, but is the first to help you carry your stuff inside

yells at you if you even think about lifting a finger but complains about how you’re making him do everything for you

you always tell him if it’s that much trouble you’ll do it yourself, but he’ll just glare at you and tell you to stop talking nonsense

threatens to tell seungcheol whenever he catches you with your arm out of your sling

would actually go through with it if he thought you were doing any real damage to your arm

“the doctor wouldn’t like you doing that, you know,” he muttered as he watched you stretch out your aching limb, “neither would seungcheol…”

choi hansol

vernon knows that if you go to him with an injury, you have exhausted literally every other option you have

literally clueless about what to do when you walk up to him with a black eye because you ran into a glass door

google is his best friend as he frantically searches how to reduce bruising

has no qualms with sending you to retrieve your own ice pack from the freezer as he does some more googling…

won’t do much to try and cheer you up other than putting on a movie and grabbing snacks for the two of you to share

doesn’t complain about holding your ice pack in place when you fall asleep on his shoulder… after all, it just means more snacks for him

falls asleep himself before the film is over and your ice pack ends up on the floor… so much for trying to reduce the bruising

lee chan

probably his fault you were injured in the first place so he makes you promise that if he helps then you won’t tell any of the older members

you only agree to the deal when he offers to buy you a meal as well as helping you clean and bandage the cuts on your knees from where he tripped you

he honestly tries his hardest to help, partly because he feels bad and partly because he doesn’t want to face anyone’s wrath when they find out he’s the reason you’re injured

tries is the main word, though, as he ends up having to get help from someone else anyway

he chooses the least likely member to get him in trouble and together him and mingyu puzzle over what to do about your knees

you eventually end up guiding them through the process of cleaning them and then wiping them down with antiseptic before bandaging them

“do you think i did a good job?” he asks once the bandages were secured over the grazes. you glared at him. “fine, a good enough job for you to not tell on me…”

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costarz · 5 months ago

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☆ . 𝟱𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗭 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 !

( 💎 ) ⸻ #𝟱𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧

@/24KARATS has uploaded the 5STARZ intro song edit to TIKTOK! this fanmade video could have not come at a better time. there is nothing like a cute edit to cover up the months of relentless hate from KNETS. inchresting...

☆ . 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 !

reposted by NEKO ( @/NEKOMI ) !! @/diadaze commented ... finally a 5starz edit w neko <3 @/liu.mp4 commented ... why is the search aiqing wifey? @/oliveschat commented ... olive aegyo where?? lmao @/quartz4eva commented ... emi,, i am on my knees :) @/sunraon commented ... ive watched this vid too many times it cannot be good for my sanity !!

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starzct · 8 months ago

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☆ . 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 [𝗡𝗘𝗪!]

( 💎 ) ⸻ #𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗭 𝗡��𝗪 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧. ( TW ... misogyny & mistreatment ) BY 99KITSCH, on NOVEMBER 4, 2024.

OLIVE, AIQING, EMI and RAON took to social media in a joint statement this morning to announce their departure from their group, SEVENTEEN. the four female members making up the group's subunit, QUARTZ, have spent the last SIX (6) MONTHS on hiatus due to arising conflict between their companies. their last schedule as SEVENTEEN members was the final day of the FOLLOW TOUR on MAY 26, 2024, in YOKOHAMA, JAPAN. their fanbase, CARATS, started to get concerned with the lack of transparency when QUARTZ missed SEVENTEEN'S performance at LOLLAPALOOZA BERLIN.

❛❛ Hello. This is OLIVE, AIQING, EMI and RAON. After long discussions with our teams currently at both our companies, we have mutually made the decision to terminate our exclusive artist contract. We would like to express our gratitude to CARATS who have loved and supported QUARTZ and SEVENTEEN over the years. We also hope you continue to cheer on us as we prepare a COOL, NEW IMAGE through a collaboration with Netflix on November 17. Until now this has been QUARTZ. ❜❜

QUARTZ first made their way onto the stage in various pre-debut videos KNOWN AS THE GREEN ROOM from early 2013 - 2015. it was not long before the group stole everyone's hearts with their unique talents upon debuting as individual members of SEVENTEEN. while everything was total bliss at the beginning, it did not take long for the fans to ark up about unfair treatment between the female and male members of SEVENTEEN. QUARTZ UNIT was made to debut to appease the fans with the repetitive discussion of MISMANAGEMENT compounded by their ongoing demand by the general public. every so often when SEVENTEEN or THEIR COMPANY would be in HOT WATERS, QUARTZ coincidentally would be given another comeback. well that is atleast what user @/17211182026 on twitter has theorised relentlessly.

a REPRESENTATIVE from QUARTZ'S COMPANY, STARGIRL announced, " QUARTZ is currently going through a re-brand as they enter a new era at JUPITER RECORDS. " this was followed up with JUPITER RECORDS releasing new official company profiles for the group, with Y2K-stylised pictures heavily inspired by the trend's unexpected return. QUARTZ were previously known for their REFRESHING BLEND of GENRES and CONCEPT but this new move signifies an ever fresher start for the girls as they chose to sign with JUPITER RECORD'S subsidiary, STARGIRL once again. JUPITER RECORDS are yet to comment on whether the members will be adopting the QUARTZ name. however, KNETS sleuths noticed the company applied for several trademarks, suggesting this move has been on JUPITER'S mind all year long.

but that wasn't the only surprising thing this morning. OLIVE reposted a very iconic meme to her INSTAGRAM story with the caption, 'Monday Mood'. this image of NICOLE KIDMAN after finalising her divorce has done its rounds, and NETIZENS are lapping it up, but it appears CARATS are speculating the reasoning behind this post. this comes after a parents of one of the members revealed, "There has been tension going on between companies for quite a while and I think in the end it really impacted the relationships the girls built with the other members. Just from talking to my daughter this past week, I know she will be much happier away from that awful company. Good riddance!". we are looking forward to what OLIVE, AIQING, EMI and RAON reveal in their very first documentary as a group, "DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER!".

☆ . 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 !

( +342, -56 ) this is like when zayn left one direction all over again. ( +294, -187 ) OLIVE will always be THAT GIRL !! ( +256, -101 ) OH I know that company is up in flames rn. aww so sad !! ( +243, -112 ) i hope the girls are healing & happy !! ( +215, -76 ) makes me so so sad to think abt how my babygirls will only been known for their male counterparts </3

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ficfessions · 3 months ago

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seen a svt of with the stage name “meabadoobe” Pls be so fr . Not trying to be that person, but at least try to be a little bit original

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svt-charlotte · 1 month ago

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⋆˙⟡ I’M NOT SCARED OF LOVE

TIMELINE : 2017

SYNOPSIS : Charlotte believes that she’s “scared of love”, but is she really? Maybe she’s feeling a bit in denial, a strong emotion Charlotte will have to overcome to realize her true feelings for Joshua.

WARNINGS/TAGS : ANGST, tension, somewhat desperate!shua, lottie is lowkey unsure of what she wants, very dramatic confession scene, he falls first and harder ( I mean they both fall hard ), drunken confessions

📝 : first writing being released on this account so I hope you guys enjoy! I will be posting an instagram post from Charlotte that will correlate to this writing so do stay tuned for that! PLEASE send in requests of things you would like me to post! although I already have many ideas in my drafts, I’d like to hear your guys’ opinions on what I should write!

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It started with the glances ─ the glances at Charlotte that Joshua thought were discreet. Deep down Joshua knew that he was being anything but.

He couldn’t help it though, Joshua was in love with her. And he’d known since the moment he’d first made eye contact with Charlotte.

He was smitten by her, I mean who wasn’t? How could he not be when she stared at him with those eyes, and smiled at him with that smile ─ it’s impossible really.

Oh, and Joshua had made it known that he was in love with Han Chaerin. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. Joshua held the door for her, bought her favorite snacks, and even hugged her when she was sad. He was sure that everyone on planet Earth knew it.

Everyone except Charlotte herself.

Or maybe it was the denial kicking in. Chaerin refused to come to the realization that she was just as in love with Joshua as he was with her even though deep down she knew that she had fallen for him.

It was the small minuscule things that Charlotte loved, like when he held the door open for her, or when he bought her snacks because she was on her period, or his warm and comforting hugs that he’d only give her. But Joshua was ever so the gentleman so there was no point in thinking that he had any interest in her when he probably did those gestures like they were habits. He had just seen her as a close friend or maybe even his coworker.

Charlotte had planned to keep the “unknown” feelings she felt to herself. And all had gone according to plan… until tonight.

Today had been one out of not many of the days where the members were able to do whatever they desired to do. Per usual, Charlotte and Joshua spent their evening together.

They had went to a cutesy cafe together, and they’d even gone to a place where you could make your own pottery. So far it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Joshua’s laugh slowed as the two continued to walk back to Charlotte’s apartment building, “okay, okay, but do you really think Seungkwan took Hoshi’s new pair of jeans to get back at him for losing his racket?”

“Yes! I swear he did because why else would Seungkwan purposely flaunt off his new par of jeans to Hoshi?”

He raised a brow in response, “let’s be real, it’s Kwan of course he would show of his jeans to Hoshi in particular.”

Chaerin snorted before scooting closer to the boy. The little gesture caused their hands to brush slightly. Joshua’s ears bloomed a shade of pink and Charlotte’s cheeks flushed slightly as they made brief eye contact. Not being able to take the tension, Charlotte cleared her throat forcefully as the two enter the apartment lobby.

She fiddled with her fingers as the elevator rode up each floor, a quiet whizzing being the only thing heard amongst the deafening silence. Charlotte cursed at herself for choosing to live on the second highest floor of the building. What was only three minutes in the elevator had felt like three years.

Joshua let out a cough as they exited the elevator, “do you uh want me to make your favorite ramyeon for dinner?”

“I’d like that,” Charlotte smiled up at him, signaling that the tension had quickly dissolved.

A silly banter and the sound of Charlotte’s “brain capacity” playlist filled the air as the two ate their dinner with a can of beer each on the side. That one can later turned in to two and soon three. Charlotte aware of her terrible tolerance pushed away her half filled third can of alcohol away.

“Oh c’mon loosen up a bit, you don’t wanna get drunk tonight?” Joshua slurred his words, getting tipsier by the minute.

“No Joshie, unlike you I have a photoshoot tomorrow. I can’t be showing up hungover,” she quipped.

He shook his head and watched as she stood up to finish the dishes, quickly following afterward with his plate in hand. Feeling a bit daring (and drunk) Joshua grabbed Charlotte’s waist from behind as she scrubbed the utensils, lightly resting his head on her shoulder. Charlotte’s cheeks turned a bright red within seconds, from both the drinks and her member’s sudden movement.

“Shua…” Chaerin warned, “what are you doing?”

“Let’s dance,” he pulled her away from the sink as he swayed his hips to the rhythm, “please?”

She let out a sigh, letting him defeat her argues. Joshua effortlessly spun her around so that the two were face to face and waltzed Charlotte around like the princess he believed she was. She held onto his broad, strong shoulders as his arms encircled her waist, holding her close. They slowed danced in the kitchen as if they were a couple of teenagers at senior prom.

Charlotte looked up at him, Joshua’s eyes sparkled with joy and love. They stared at one another for too long until Joshua leaned in, his breath fanning over Charlotte’s beet red face. Her breath hitched as he continued to dip his head causing there noses to touch.

Everything that Charlotte wanted was right there, quite literally a centimeter away. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away from Joshua but her body eased into his touch like putty. Chaerin came to her senses and pushed him away, just as their lips were about to meet in a kiss.

“I-I can’t. We can’t,” She breathed out.

Joshua’s face twisted in hurt making Charlotte immediately regret her words. “I thought you loved me back.”

“I do! Shua I do. It’s just your drunk and─” Charlotte wasn’t able to finish as Joshua soon cut her off.

“I’m sober enough to know that I want you.”

Charlotte kept silently, she was at a loss for words and didn’t want to say anything that would hurt Joshua even more.

He scoffed, “Lottie, do you understand how hard it is to have to hide your feelings for someone you feel so strongly about to the point where you can’t even explain how you feel in words ─ to have to love them from afar knowing that they probably don’t love you back?”

She stared back at Joshua shocked as his chest rose up and down in heavy breaths. Chaerin had never seen Joshua talk ─ yell like that.

“Didn’t think so,” and with that Joshua took off for the door, leaving Charlotte standing there alone.

She couldn’t believe it. Joshua loved her. The boy that trained with her, her own member. An alarm set off in her brain and Charlotte was hit with the urge to run after Joshua. She couldn’t leave her relationship with him on such unsettling terms.

Just before rushing through the door, Chaerin looked out the window only to find that it was heavily raining. Again, Charlotte had a photoshoot so she couldn’t show up sick and hungover. She quickly grabbed an umbrella that hung on a nearby hook and sprinted past the doorway.

Out of breath and with tears streaming down her face, Charlotte found Joshua standing in the parking lot soaking wet, trying to find a taxi that would drive him somewhere away from her. His chest heaved heavily as he was exhausted after racing down the flight of stairs, Chaerin couldn’t tell if his face was wet from tears or the rain. It was probably both.

“Joshie, please can we talk,” Charlotte called out to him, pleading.

Joshua chose to stay frozen in his spot, ignoring the way too familiar voice. “We did talk.”

Charlotte let out a tired sigh, she knew that this wouldn’t be easy. Things started to get even harder as she noticed a company car drive towards where the two stood.

“Please,” she cried, slowly approaching him.

Again, she was ignored. Just as Joshua was about to step into the car, he was stopped by her shouts.

“Yes!” Charlotte shouted, “yes.”

Confused, Joshua turned around finally facing Charlotte. He was surprised to see her expression flooded with emotion and her eyes wet with tears.

“Yes, I understand how it is to have to hide your feelings for someone. Yes, I understand what it’s like to feel so strongly for someone to the point where you can’t even explain it in words.” Charlotte’s voice broke.

Joshua stared at her, trying to process her words. He was about to speak up when he was interrupted by her continuing voice.

“You know why?” She sniffed, “because I feel this way about you. I love you so much that I can’t even tell you how much because there’s no way to describe this feeling. I have never been so in love with someone until you came along.”

They stared at one another, their eyes shone with shock and affection. Charlotte stood there shaking while still grasping onto her umbrella, her breathing became uneven after all the rambling. The cab that had been ready to pick up Joshua had become impatient because it was now long gone.

Chaerin couldn’t even remember what happened after that because Joshua took her by surprise when he stepped forward, crashing his lips onto hers without saying another word.

Joshua kissed her like the world was ending the next day, he kissed with passion and longing. She sighed again, this time out of relief as she kissed him back with equal fervor, putting all of the pent up tension into the kiss. Charlotte had been dying to feel Joshua’s lips on hers, and his fantasies were finally coming true. Their lips moved in sync as if they were molded to perfection for each other. Chaerin’s hands traced up his torso and found comfort atop of Joshua’s chest after quickly letting go of the umbrella. She didn’t have a single care in the world about her upcoming photoshoot if it meant staying like this with Joshua.

Begrudgingly, Joshua pulled away, winded and a bit dazed after the two’s breathtaking kiss. Charlotte pouted out of habit as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I was starting to think you were scared of my love,” Joshua breathed.

Charlotte smiled shyly, “I’m not scared of love. Not yours.”

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svt-luna · 16 days ago

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𝜗℘ NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM

❛ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦" 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. ❜

timeline: 2025

synopsis: At TWS’s first concert in Seoul, Jeonghan and Luna show up looking like the hottest rockstar couple with Seungkwan as their reluctant, third-wheeling son— causing chaos, PDA, and social media meltdowns in their wake.

wc: 7.8k

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, established relationship, teasing, PDA, some text messages, some fan tweets (smau), domestic!JeongNa simp!JeongNa, third-wheel!Seungkwan, rockstar couple, fluff, lowkey a crack fic, #SomebodySaveSeungkwan

a fun and short one, my loves! just something for you guys (including myself) who lost it over Jeonghan’s fit at that concert 🫠 happy reading, my lovelies! ❤️

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ writings masterlist

It was late on a Saturday night, the kind of late that felt like the world outside had melted into static.

Their bedroom was dark save for the dim golden glow of the nightstand lamp, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room in steady rhythm, soft and low like a lullaby. The heavy duvet was messily thrown over their legs, tangled between bare limbs, and the weight of sleep hung thick in the air like fog— but neither of them seemed to mind.

Jeonghan lay back against the headboard, one arm tucked comfortably under his head, the other lazily slung around Luna’s waist. His phone was propped up in his free hand, the brightness dimmed to match the mellow ambiance of the room. Beside him, Luna lay curled into his side, her head rising and falling on his bare chest with each of his slow, steady breaths. Her own phone was cradled in one hand, thumb scrolling absently.

They weren’t speaking much, not that they had to. This was their usual kind of rest.

Some might’ve called it counterproductive, two people lying in bed staring at separate screens with barely a word exchanged.

But for Jeonghan and Luna, this was peace. This was their favorite kind of together. Quiet, close, half-wrapped around each other with the intimacy of knowing there was nowhere else either of them wanted to be.

No performance, no small talk. Just proximity and contentment.

Luna let out a quiet breath, her thumb stopping on a video edit of a cooking fail. She held the phone up to Jeonghan’s line of sight with a lazy smirk.

“That’s us when we tried to make brownies with oat flour that one time,” she murmured sleepily.

Jeonghan chuckled, chest rumbling beneath her cheek. “No, that’s you,” he corrected, voice husky and slow. “I told you oat flour was a scam.”

“You said it after we added it,” she countered, not bothering to lift her head.

“Still counts.”

She huffed a soft laugh and went back to scrolling.

Jeonghan’s hand that rested at her waist began tracing slow, idle circles over the fabric of her oversized sleep shirt, a motion so absentminded yet affectionate it made Luna’s lashes flutter just slightly against his skin.

Jeonghan blinked lazily at his screen, thumb hovering above the calendar app before he finally said, “What should we do next week on my weekend off?”

Luna hummed in acknowledgment, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hmm?”

“I was thinking…” His fingers slid up from her waist to her back, smoothing over the curve of her spine in long strokes, slow and warm. “We should go out. Like, an actual date. Not just to the grocery store.”

That made Luna look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. She blinked at him, a soft amused smile tugging at her lips.

“A date?” she repeated.

Jeonghan’s hand rose to her hair this time, gently brushing his fingers through the strands. “Mmhmm. You know. Public. Dressed up. Maybe we even walk. Outside. Like people do.”

She snorted. “You sure you’re up for that kind of commitment?”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t cancel last minute.”

She grinned and nuzzled closer into his chest, her phone now forgotten beside her. Jeonghan adjusted to wrap both arms around her, tugging her in until she was nearly draped over his entire torso like a human blanket.

“What did you have in mind?” she mumbled, eyes falling shut.

“I don’t know yet,” he murmured against the top of her head, kissing her hair lightly. “Usually we just stay home and build Legos and end up arguing about instructions halfway through.”

“That was one time.”

“It was every time,” he said, amused. “We still have a headless Dalmatian somewhere.”

Luna giggled softly, the kind that shook her shoulders just enough to make Jeonghan’s arms tighten around her.

“We could go out for dinner?” she offered sleepily. “Get drinks. Maybe go to the Han River, it’s been a while.”

“We always say that and end up in our kitchen drinking wine in pajamas.”

“Because it’s better,” she mumbled.

He smiled. “I know, baby.”

They both went quiet again, her body slowly relaxing more and more into his until it was just her breathing melting into his, her legs tangled with his under the sheets. His hand continued its slow, methodical sweep down her back.

A few more minutes passed like that. Typing. Searching. Half-scrolling with no destination.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeonghan softly asked, “Do you wanna go to the TWS concert next Sunday?”

Luna didn’t even open her eyes. Her answer was immediate and easy.

“TWS? Sure.”

Jeonghan looked down at her, a small smirk forming. “That was fast.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve gone to a concert that isn’t ours,” she muttered, voice muffled by his chest. “Plus our juniors are cute.”

Jeonghan hummed thoughtfully. “That’s true. They do have manners.”

“They bow ninety degrees every time I pass them in the hallway.”

“Wish you’d bow ninety degrees when I pass you in the hallway.”

“Does your back not work?” she teased, eyes still shut. “Bow to yourself.”

He chuckled, low and indulgent. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I’m in bed with you. Of course I’m lucky,” she said smugly, snuggling further into him, her fingers curling lightly over his waist.

Jeonghan leaned down to press a long, lingering kiss to the top of her head.

“Next Sunday,” he murmured again, soft and warm against her scalp. “We’ll go. Like real people.”

Luna’s reply was soft, a little drowsy and fond. “You’ll still hold my hand the whole time?”

Jeonghan’s palm slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers gently carding through her hair again.

“Whole time, my pretty moon,” he promised. “Even if we get recognized and people think we’re idols on a date.”

“We are idols on a date.”

“Then I guess we better dress the part.”

Luna smiled into his chest. “We always do.”

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other in the silence that only true comfort can bring, until the night slowly gave way to sleep.

The week that followed their late-night conversation settled into a rhythm that was soft and simple— nothing extraordinary to an outside eye, but deeply comforting to the two who lived it.

Jeonghan’s days were now marked by the structured routine of his 9-to-5 public service, waking early each morning, dragging himself into a clean uniform with half-lidded eyes and a groggy smile pressed to Luna’s forehead before he left. His “kiwi hair” as Luna would call it had grown out just a little since the training cut and Luna always smoothed it down for him before he left, half-asleep herself but always mumbling, “Be safe, I love you,” into his collar.

In contrast, Luna had no schedules that week. No shoots, no meetings, no recordings— not yet.

And with Jeonghan gone during the day, she found herself drifting through the house like a slow breeze. She baked banana bread twice, reorganized the spice cabinet once, and spent too long staring at her phone wondering if she had anything important to do.

But what truly kept her entertained was the group chat.

The SEVENTEEN group chat was always active in bursts, especially when a few of them were bored, waiting around on standby, or just itching to annoy each other.

That Thursday afternoon, Luna was curled up on the living room couch in a hoodie and shorts, hair in a messy claw clip, absently scrolling through the messages that had piled up while she’d been in the kitchen debating whether to eat lunch or just drink another coffee.

The conversation was already halfway chaotic.

shi-shi: I just saw someone on the street walking four poodles. FOUR. one had a hat and sunglasses on.

kyeomie: were they hot??

gyu-gyu: ?? the dogs or the person

shi-shi: …yes

joshie: i think he means the dogs

junnie: you’re all single for a reason

shi-shi: …

shi-shi: anyway! what’s everyone doing this weekend?

Luna snorted and typed slowly with one hand, the other holding a spoon of yogurt she wasn’t really eating.

jiyeon: we are going to the TWS concert this sunday 😌

The chat paused for about three seconds. Then…

shi-shi: Whose we?

my angel boy🪽: who’d you think?

shi-shi: that was a stupid question wasn’t it?

cheollie: enjoy! wish I could come with 🥺

joshie: have fun!

gyu-gyu: I wish I could go too :(

hansolie: i have plans sunday too

kyeomie: what plans? 🤔

hansolie: personal

kyeomie: mysterious 😱🤯

hansolie: that’s the point

Then, a notification popped up at the top of Luna’s screen.

kwannie is typing…

kwannie: wait i’m free sunday. i wanna go with!!!

Luna smiled and quickly replied:

jiyeon: then come with, boo!!

Another beat of silence. And then—

my angel boy🪽: i’m pretty sure this was a DATE

my angel boy🪽: you know? a DATE with my WIFE

jiyeon: he’s our son. be nice.

my angel boy🪽: i wanted to hold your hand and be the hot couple in the crowd everyone will be looking at 🥺

my angel boy🪽: but noOOOo it’s a family outing now

jiyeon: Han…

my angel boy🪽: fine but he’s driving us.

kwannie: Great. I feel so welcomed.

jiyeon: he’s joking

kwannie: he better be.

my angel boy🪽: jealousy doesn’t suit you ☺️

kwannie: noona is not your wife yet ☺️

my angel boy🪽: Jiyeon! He is not coming with us.

seen 12:30pm.

Luna giggled softly to herself, her thumb hovering over the keyboard as she stared at the flurry of notifications flying in. She could practically hear Seungkwan’s dramatic sigh and Jeonghan’s giggle.

She tucked her legs under the throw blanket, the fabric slipping down as she shifted and leaned back deeper into the couch, letting herself fully sink into the comfort of the moment.

Luna’s phone buzzed once more, another notification popping in from Jeonghan, separate from the group chat this time.

my angel boy🪽: you sure we can’t ditch him

jiyeon: be nice, baby

my angel boy🪽: only because you called me baby

my angel boy🪽: i still plan on holding your hand the whole time and being the hot couple everyone will be looking at 😎

jiyeon: we’ll be the hot couple everyone will be looking at for the rest of our lives, my love

my angel boy🪽: damn right.

Luna smiled to herself, locking her phone and letting it fall onto her lap. She exhaled, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she tilted her head toward the window.

Their house was quiet, sun-washed and warm, the soft hum of the world moving around her. Somewhere out there, Jeonghan was probably staring at a spreadsheet wishing he could teleport home.

And soon…

It was finally concert day.

The sunlight that filtered into the bedroom through the gauzy white curtains was soft and golden, lazily slipping through the slats like it, too, had been waiting for this day.

Jeonghan and Luna’s home was unusually quiet, not with silence, but with the kind of low, anticipatory stillness that hung in the air before a big night out.

Their phones had already buzzed a few times— first from Seungkwan texting “I swear if y’all are late”, and then again from their managers, a casual reminder that the van was picking Seungkwan up first at his apartment, then swinging by to collect the royal couple.

At present, the said royal couple were nowhere near ready.

Well, not yet.

They were deep in the trenches of their shared walk-in closet, a space that at some point in their relationship had grown larger than their actual bedroom.

It hadn’t started that way, of course.

Back when they moved in, they had a modest shared closet that was meant to be “intimate” and “practical,” or at least that’s what the realtor called it.

But Jeonghan had more jackets than Luna had patience.

And Luna had more shoes than Jeonghan had tolerance.

It was a quiet war.

One that escalated from silent hanger battles to passive-aggressive laundry folding.

Eventually, the only compromise was expansion.

The result was a sprawling walk-in closet now separated like enemy lines: Jeonghan’s side to the left— cool-toned, coordinated, and full of racks of jackets, pressed shirts, designer pants, a suspicious number of boots, and his beloved collection of watches and rings.

Luna’s side to the right— dramatic, maximalist, overflowing with handbags, boots, stilettos, gold jewelry in velvet boxes, sunglasses displayed like museum pieces, and entire racks organized by vibe, not practicality.

They could share a bed, a bathroom, a kitchen. They could finish each other’s meals. Luna sometimes used Jeonghan’s lotion when she was lazy. They shared skin tints and lip balm and charging cords. Hell, they could even share toothbrushes if they really wanted to.

But the closet?

That was sacred territory.

This morning, they both moved in silence. Not cold silence, just the kind that meant they were focused. Concentrated. Intent.

Jeonghan had already showered, freshly dressed in a black tank top tucked into slouchy, low-slung dark brown pants, dripping in accessories. He looked like he rolled out of bed in slow motion with a wind machine hitting him from every angle.

Behind him, Luna emerged from the bathroom in a towel, tying her hair up in a messy bun with her robe slipping off one shoulder. She passed behind him without a word, heading straight for her side of the closet like it was a mission. She yanked open a drawer with practiced ease and pulled out a pair of black denim shorts.

They weaved around each other like choreography. No bumps. No “excuse me’s.” Just a practiced, seamless rhythm.

Jeonghan glanced over his shoulder as he clipped in his bracelets. “Took you long enough.”

“You always shower first,” Luna muttered, dropping the shorts on her vanity stool and rummaging through a jewelry tray, “and leave the bathroom hot enough to cook ramen in.”

Jeonghan smirked, dragging a ring onto his index finger. “Maybe if you don’t spend twenty years in the shower, I’d let you go first.”

Luna shot him a look in the mirror. “Sorry I like to exfoliate.”

“You mean scroll on your phone to find the ‘perfect shower song’ while pretending to exfoliate?”

She grabbed a necklace and let it drop dramatically around her neck, adjusting it with precision. “You know,” she mused, “for someone who bullies my skincare routine, you sure do steal my serums when you think I’m not looking.”

Jeonghan gave her a lazy smile, leaning against the doorframe between the closet and the bathroom. “And you keep putting them in the same spot. That’s on you, Nana-ya, not me.”

Her back was still to him as she pulled her black leather jacket off a hanger, tossing it on the stool. “Keep talking and I’ll make you drive.”

Jeonghan made a face. “I’m already suffering emotionally. Don’t make me suffer logistically.”

Luna snorted and turned her back to him again, reaching for a makeup bag as Jeonghan finally moved to his side of the closet to retrieve his suede boots. Their backs faced each other once more, both silently fixated on their selections.

The entire room smelled like Jeonghan’s post-shower cologne and Luna’s body wash— woodsy and warm and floral and clean. The kind of scent that felt like it belonged only to them. Jeonghan adjusted his rings in the mirror again, watching Luna in the reflection as she carefully brushed blush onto her cheeks, totally focused.

“Don’t match me,” he said suddenly.

“I’m not matching you,” she replied, not even glancing at him.

“You always say that and then we walk out looking like a K-drama power couple.”

“We are and you love it,” she said flatly, reaching for her lip gloss.

“I really do,” he admitted, slipping on his boots with a grin. “You pickin’ that bag?”

Luna turned and held up her tiny black purse like it was a trophy. “Obviously.”

“It’s practically microscopic, baby.”

“And still holds more emotional depth than you.”

He let out a soft laugh and crossed the room, walking behind her to press a hand lightly to her hip. She was busy applying mascara, leaning in toward her vanity mirror. He leaned in too, voice brushing her ear.

“You look so hot,” he murmured.

“I’m not even dressed yet,” she replied, eyes on her lashes.

“Exactly.”

She rolled her eyes, but he could see the way her lips tugged upward. He gave her side a quick squeeze and wandered back to his side of the closet, grabbing his black leather jacket from its hook. He slid it on, checked the fit in the mirror, and smirked at himself.

Outside, their manager texted that they’d picked up Seungkwan and would be at their house in fifteen.

Jeonghan read the message and called out casually, “Clock’s ticking, superstar.”

Luna, still in just her robe and jewelry, grabbed her shirts, top, and jacket with regal calm. “Relax. They wouldn’t dare leave without me.”

He grinned, fixing his cuffs. “God, I love you.”

“I know! I love you more though!” she sang, disappearing back into the bathroom to change.

Jeonghan just chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up his phone from his back pocket.

They were almost ready. Almost.

Jeonghan was leaned casually against the edge of Luna’s vanity when she stepped out, one hand resting in the pocket of his dark brown patterned trousers while the other scrolled lazily through his phone.

The room still carried the leftover warmth of their shared morning routine— the soft static hum of the bathroom fan, the muted rustle of expensive fabrics being adjusted one last time. His leather jacket hung off one shoulder like it had been made to do so, the zipper detail glinting under the warm lights, and his black tank underneath was snug against his chest, clean and simple, letting the accessories— rings, cuffs, necklace— carry the drama.

He looked up absently as Luna entered, his eyes catching the movement before settling on her full and once they did, they didn’t move.

Luna walked in with the kind of silent confidence that could silence a room, even one that only had Jeonghan in it.

Her cropped black top clung perfectly to her, high enough to flash the smooth plane of her waist, and the worn black denim shorts, frayed, high-rise, and fitted hugged her hips like a second skin. The oversized leather varsity jacket draped over her shoulders added, the red embroidery on the chest standing out like a threat. Her hair, which she’d blow-dried into soft, voluminous waves earlier, bounced slightly as she walked toward the vanity, standing right in front of Jeonghan without acknowledging his stare.

She fluffed her hair in the mirror with two practiced hands, adjusting the waves just so before reaching for her perfume bottle. One spritz at her collarbone. One at her neck. One at each wrist before she patted them gently together.

Jeonghan hadn’t blinked.

“Really committing to ruining my life today, huh?” he said, voice smooth and a little too quiet.

Luna smirked at his reflection. “You say that every time I wear leather.”

He pushed himself upright with a slow, deliberate stretch and walked toward her, one brow arched. “That’s because every time you wear leather, I start re-evaluating my commitment to public decency.”

She turned around slowly to face him, hands resting on the edge of the vanity behind her, the pose casual but absolutely intentional. “You’re one to talk,” she murmured, flicking a finger against the silver zipper on his jacket. “You look like the lead singer of a band that ruined my life in 2014.”

“I am,” he said without missing a beat. “And we just got back together for a reunion tour.”

Luna giggled softly, stepping in just enough to reach up and toy with his hair. She raked her fingers through his buzzed hair and stared up at him with mock curiosity. “How’s my little kiwi doing today?” she teased, voice syrup-sweet.

Jeonghan leaned in, eyes locked with hers. “Starving,” he murmured.

She tilted her head with a sly smile, released his hair, and stepped away, brushing past him as she grabbed her boots from the entry bench. “Too bad,” she called over her shoulder. “You’re getting Seungkwan for dessert.”

Jeonghan exhaled a soft, amused breath through his nose, lips curled into a smirk as he watched her leave. “Unbelievable,” he muttered to himself, chuckling under his breath before grabbing his phone and following after her.

In the living room, Luna had one foot propped on the ottoman, bending slightly at the waist as she prepared to slide on her first boot. Her jacket lifted just enough to tease the curve of her lower back and bare thighs.

Jeonghan didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

His eyes didn’t move once as he crouched down beside her, putting on his own heeled suede boots with easy, fluid movements— still watching her from the corner of his gaze.

As Luna shifted to pull up the second boot, Jeonghan rose and stalked toward her, slow and smooth. She barely had time to register the movement before his hands were gently brushing hers aside.

“I got it,” he said, kneeling in front of her like it was a ceremony.

She blinked. “You’re gonna put my boots on for me now?”

“You put a spell on me,” he murmured, not even looking up as he slowly slid the second boot onto her leg, gripping her ankle lightly before guiding the zipper up in one smooth, deliberate pull past her calf, her knee, all the way up her thigh.

And all the while, his eyes never left hers.

Luna’s breath hitched slightly, lips parting as she looked down at him, her hand hovering just near his shoulder.

When the zipper clicked into place, Jeonghan didn’t move his hand away.

Instead, his fingers traced upward along the inside of her thigh, feather-light, almost lazy in how long he took. As he stood, his hand followed the path— slow, teasing until he was eye-level with her mouth and still looking at her like he hadn’t decided yet whether to kiss her or ruin her whole night.

“You sure we can’t ditch him?” he asked, voice low.

Luna raised a brow, lips curving. “You say that like you wouldn’t be ten times worse without a chaperone.”

“Can’t prove it, pretty girl.” he whispered.

She didn’t back down. “Can’t deny it either.”

He smiled, leaned in closer only to suddenly bring his hand down with a playful slap to her backside.

Luna squealed, jolting with wide eyes. “Yoon Jeonghan!”

She smacked his chest with an open palm, half-scandalized, half-laughing. “You’re such a menace.”

Jeonghan just laughed, leaning into her like he might do it again.

And they hadn’t even left the house yet.

Luna brought her hand up between them, her manicured finger pointed sharply at the center of Jeonghan’s face.

“Stop it,” she warned, her tone trying to sound stern, but the soft tug at the corners of her lips betrayed her.

Jeonghan grinned slowly, that maddening, magnetic grin that always started on one side of his mouth before it bloomed fully across his face like trouble. His lashes dipped low as he leaned in, deliberately entering the space she tried to hold between them.

His voice dropped, casual and full of charm.

“Stop what?”

“You know what,” she murmured, even as her smile grew.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Looking at you?”

Her smile deepened.

“Flirting with me,” she corrected, trying to stay composed, though her voice was already softer now, quieter, like it didn’t want to disturb the moment unfolding.

Jeonghan’s eyes flicked across her face, her eyes, her lips, the curve of her cheek. “I can’t help it, Nana-ya,” he said, voice low. “You look too good.”

Luna scoffed under her breath, but it was barely audible. Her hands brushed her jacket sleeves nervously. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he said, taking another step in. His hands found her waist, his thumbs resting lightly above the waistband of her shorts. “I mean it.”

Luna looked up at him, her teasing gaze flickering into something gentler. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, dipping his head just slightly. “You’re so pretty it hurts sometimes.”

Her breath caught, eyes locking with his as her hands slid around his neck slowly, her fingers brushing the nape, then upward, trailing over the soft buzz of his hair.

“You’re so cheesy, Jeongie,” she murmured, but her smile was all softness now.

“Yeah?” he whispered again, his lips closer this time. So close, she could feel his breath on her mouth.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, voice barely audible now.

His nose grazed hers, and then he kissed her.

It was slow at first— tender, careful, like they were both savoring the moment rather than rushing through it. His mouth moved against hers in a languid rhythm, deliberate and knowing, like he had all the time in the world.

Luna melted into him immediately, her fingers tightening in his hair, her other hand trailing down the back of his neck to his shoulder. His arms wrapped fully around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush.

Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. His hand slid down her back and settled on the curve of her hip, his thumb brushing along the waistband of her shorts in a way that made her breath hitch. Luna pressed closer to him, her body rising slightly on the tips of her toes as their kiss turned more fervent, more possessive, more like a declaration than a greeting.

She sighed against his lips, her fingers combing through his hair, tugging gently on whatever she can grab, making him groan low in his throat, a sound she felt more than heard. His hand wandered again, palm splayed over the side of her thigh, gripping her lightly through the leather of her boot.

Neither of them heard the front door open. Neither of them registered the creak of shoes on the hallway tiles.

Luna had unlocked it earlier anticipating Seungkwan’s arrival, and now—

“OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD—”

Luna practically jumped away from Jeonghan, a scandalized yelp catching in her throat as she turned to see Seungkwan standing frozen in the entryway, hand raised in full drama mode, his eyes already flinching away as he spun around to face the wall like he’d walked in on a crime scene.

Jeonghan didn’t even flinch.

“DIDN’T REALIZE I NEEDED TO KNOCK ON MY OWN FRIENDS’ SOULS BEFORE ENTERING,” Seungkwan shouted toward the wallpaper. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!”

Luna slapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh my gosh, Kwannie— I forgot I unlocked the door, I’m so sorry—!”

“I trusted you,” Seungkwan said, eyes still firmly trained on a decorative plant in the corner. “I came here for a concert. A concert, not a private viewing of softcore leather-scented PDA. What the hell—”

Jeonghan just shrugged and wiped his thumb across the corner of his lip, unbothered. “You came early.”

“I came ON TIME.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jeonghan joked casually before smirking at Seungkwan, already reaching for Luna’s hand again.

“Yah!” Seungkwan shouted, finally turning around with an accusatory finger pointed between them. “You’re both sick in the head. I’m starting to regret agreeing to this.”

Luna grimaced apologetically, squeezing Jeonghan’s hand while stepping toward Seungkwan. “I’m sorry, Kwan. Really. You know we love you.”

Jeonghan chimed in without missing a beat, still smirking, “But not as much as we love each other.”

“Get therapy.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Got it. Group session with you then?”

Seungkwan threw his hands in the air and turned toward the door. “The ride’s outside. I told them I’d drag you both out if I had to. Let’s go before I walk myself to the venue just to escape this emotional damage.”

Luna giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she grabbed her bag. “Okay, okay! We’re coming.”

“You were already coming—”

“YAH! BOO SEUNGKWAN!” she shrieked, scandalized, and whacked his arm on the way past.

Jeonghan just cackled as he shut off the lights behind them and locked the door.

And like that, the three of them spilled out into the early evening light, headed toward the van waiting to take them to the TWS concert— one couple blissfully in love, one honorary son severely regretting his life choices.

Soon, they found themselves parked at the underground parking garage of the venue.

Jeonghan, Luna, Seungkwan, and each of their managers stepped out of the van.

They reached a side door marked ARTIST ENTRANCE. Luna adjusted her shades, Jeonghan tugged his face mask slightly higher, and Seungkwan rolled his eyes.

Inside, the hallway hummed with TWS staff.

They were led into a spacious, softly lit waiting room. Plush couches lined the walls; a low table was littered with snacks, bottled water, and bouquets. One by one, the six juniors— Shinyu, Dohoon, Youngjae, Hanjin, Jihoon, and Kyungmin filed in, their energy sparking once they saw Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan.

Shinyu, the leader, stepped forward with a wide grin. “Noona! Hyungs!” he called softly, infusing respect and warmth.

Jeonghan pulled off his mask and smiled. “You guys look amazing. Good luck tonight.”

Dohoon, leaned in. “Hyung, thank you! We’ll do our best. And… thank you for coming.”

Luna chuckled, placing a hand lightly on Jeonghan’s arm. “We came to support… and fangirl.”

Youngjae offered a peace sign. “Please enjoy the show.”

They chatted briefly— Seungkwan added a dramatic, “Don’t mess up,” and TWS laughed, shaking their heads.

The scene was warm and wholesome: seniors giving encouragement, juniors returning respect, with mutual affection in every gesture.

Escorted back into the hallway, the group climbed two levels, passing rows of seats. Their manager whispered seat numbers.

Jeonghan inched closer to Luna’s side. She grabbed his hand, and he covered hers with a warm grip. Seungkwan strode ahead like the responsible elder sibling that he wasn’t.

Once they reached the top tier, they were eased into place. Luna hopped onto her seat, Jeonghan carefully sat beside her, mask and eye glasses on while Seungkwan took the seat on her other side.

Instantly, the audience sensed something, the couple, hand in hand, aura glimmering in monochrome, looked electric.

A teenage girl two rows down pointed and squealed.

“It’s Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan!”

Another fan gasped, pressing record on her phone.

“It’s SEVENTEEN!”

Shouts and whispers spread:

“Jeonghan and Jiyeon look like rockstars! And Seungkwan is so cute!! This is wild.”

“Couple goals!”

It was Jeonghan’s dream come true because not only were they being talked about right that moment in the concert hall but also online where they trended in a mater of minutes.

Multiple Carats have already tweeted:

Already, Jeonghan was living his dream: the “hot mysterious couple” in the crowd whose chemistry was seen. He squeezed Luna’s hand, and she leaned in, whispering, “We’re famous now.”

“Let them stare,” he murmured back with a grin.

All three settled in, ready for the show and the world watching them.

And soon, the concert started.

The stadium lights dimmed and a wave of piercing cheers rippled through the venue, shaking the floor beneath their feet. Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan sat at the top tier, surrounded by fans still gasping and stealing glances at them, but none of that mattered now— not with the stage exploding in vibrant light, the opening VCR for TWS rolling on the massive screen.

Luna leaned forward in her seat, a grin already tugging at her lips. Jeonghan chuckled beside her, arm draped casually over the back of her seat, his fingers lazily brushing against her shoulder.

“There they go,” Seungkwan muttered, already lifting his phone to record, his other hand holding up a small rectangular banner that read TWS in bold neon print. “The babies are performing.”

The crowd screamed louder as TWS burst onto the stage in formation. Confetti blasted into the air and the boys moved in perfect unison, sharp, elegant, glowing with energy.

“Aigo,” Luna murmured under her breath, already lifting her phone to film. She angled it perfectly to get a wide shot of the choreography. “They’re so cute.”

Jeonghan nodded proudly, watching the stage intently. His hand slipped down from her shoulder to rest on her thigh, thumb brushing back and forth against the soft leather of her shorts like it was second nature. “They’re good.” he whispered to her, lips close to her ear.

She turned her head slightly toward him, their faces just inches apart. “You sound like a proud dad.”

“I am,” he said, deadpan, “But a hot one.”

She stifled a laugh, eyes crinkling behind her sunglasses. “You’re… insane.”

The stage lights changed again, this time washing over the crowd in a golden glow. Luna caught the moment on camera, zooming in on Jihoon’s smile as he addressed the crowd between songs. She lowered her phone after a beat, glancing at Jeonghan.

“You think they’re nervous?”

He looked down at her, his hand still warm and steady on her leg. “They’re probably buzzing,” he murmured. “This’ll be their first big crowd that feels like this. It’s different when the cheers hit your bones.”

Luna smiled softly at that, then leaned her head onto his shoulder for a moment, letting herself settle into him. His free hand came up and combed gently through her hair, letting his fingers linger near the nape of her neck.

“I love when you talk like you’ve been through war,” she whispered, teasing.

He kissed the side of her head in response, murmuring against her temple, “I have. Twelve men. One bathroom. You’re too privileged to understand… we spoiled you, Nana-ya.”

That made her snort, and Seungkwan, catching just the end of it, raised a brow.

“What did he say now?”

“Nothing,” Luna grinned, tucking herself a little deeper into Jeonghan’s side.

For the next few songs, they all sank into the concert completely. Jeonghan never moved his hand from her leg except to tap his fingers along to the beat. Luna kept taking videos, cheering, singing under her breath. Seungkwan switched from yelling names to waving his banner, to holding his phone like a proud older sibling livestreaming a graduation.

At one point, the lights flickered low for a slower song, and Luna curled slightly toward Jeonghan, resting her head against his chest as he leaned close to speak.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

He placed him warm hands on top of her thigh and started rubbing up and down to create heat.

“You just wanted to touch me,” she whispered, smiling.

“Say thank you,” he said.

She looked up at him. “Thank you, my angel baby.”

He blinked. “You’re mocking me.”

“I am.”

He grinned anyway, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “Still cute though.”

“I know.”

Seungkwan glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Can you two stop flirting for five minutes? We’re at a concert, not filming a drama.”

Jeonghan didn’t even look at him. “Just say you’re jealous and move on.”

“I’m not— okay, maybe a little,” Seungkwan mumbled, crossing his arms.

Luna leaned over to pat Seungkwan’s arm sympathetically. “You’ll find your own tall, sarcastic menace someday.”

“I am the menace,” Seungkwan grumbled, but took the affection anyway.

The cheers didn’t die down even as the main set wrapped. If anything, the stadium’s energy doubled— fans stomping, clapping, screaming for more, lights flashing wildly from every corner.

Soon enough, the TWS members ran back onto the stage, a little sweaty, flushed, but beaming with joy. The music paused, the lights dimmed, and one by one the boys took turns thanking the fans, bowing low, voices cracking from emotion and effort. And before they continued with the last songs, their leader, Shinyu, stepped forward again, taking the mic.

He grinned wide, the way only a boy standing in the dream of his life could.

“We have a few special guests tonight…” he said, breathless but grinning, “our Jiyeonie noona! Jeonghan hyung and Seungkwan hyung!”

The reaction was instantaneous.

Fans screamed, whipped their heads back toward the top-tier seating, and the stadium cameras immediately cut to them— Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan now projected on the big screen.

The crowd lost it.

Luna blinked, startled for half a second, then laughed, raising her hand to wave shyly at the screen. Jeonghan, already grinning, lifted a hand in a lazy wave. Seungkwan held up his banner proudly in one hand and his phone in the other, making sure to document the absurdity of the moment from both ends.

The fans screamed louder as Jeonghan and Seungkwan raised their arms and mirrored each other, each forming one side of a half-heart above their heads. Luna’s brows lifted in surprise— until Jeonghan tugged her in just slightly, guiding her into the center of the gesture.

“Go on,” he murmured.

With a bashful laugh, Luna lifted her hands and made a small heart with her fingers right in the middle of their frame.

The stadium exploded.

Screams, cheers, squeals. Fans clutched their chests, gasped, shoved their friends in disbelief. The camera lingered on them a few seconds longer, Jeonghan smirking smugly behind his glasses, Luna playfully hiding her face with her hand, and Seungkwan soaking it up like the moment was his birthday.

Back on stage, Shinyu was laughing into the mic. “Thank you for coming! This is crazy!”

“Jiyeonie noona you’re so pretty!” Dohoon chimed in, making the crowd scream again.

Luna covered her face at that, cheeks pink despite the shades.

Jeonghan leaned in and whispered in her ear, voice low and warm. “You’re so pretty.”

“Shut up,” she murmured, laughing.

The other members laughed too, Jihoon adding, “It’s such an honor to have our sunbaenims here. Watching SEVENTEEN’s stages growing up inspired us to work harder.”

The encore kicked back in then. By the time the last note ended and confetti fluttered like snow, Luna had pressed herself just a little more into Jeonghan’s side. His hand found her thigh again, comforting and grounding. Seungkwan was busy filming, literally at the edge of his seat.

The crowd hadn’t even begun to file out yet when one of their managers appeared beside them, signaling with a small nod. Time to leave— before chaos broke loose.

Seungkwan stood first, muttering under his breath. “Alright. Let’s beat the mob.”

He grabbed his phone, stuffed the little banner into his bag, and headed toward the aisle, glancing down at the steps to avoid tripping.

Luna rose next, taking a second to dust off the back of her shorts. Just as she turned to follow Seungkwan, she caught sight of a girl sitting across the aisle, phone up, eyes wide and trembling like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Luna smiled at her, just a soft, genuine curve of her lips and lifted her fingers in a small wave.

The girl squealed audibly, hand flying to her mouth.

Behind her, Jeonghan adjusted his jacket with that signature lazy elegance. As Luna stepped into the aisle, he reached out and placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her gently forward like he always did, like she was his most valuable thing.

The fans seated nearby stared in awe, not even trying to be discreet. Phones were out, mouths hung open. It wasn’t just the fact they were celebrities, there was something magnetic about them.

Jeonghan’s hand remained warm and steady on Luna’s back as they descended the stairs, following Seungkwan out of the stadium and into the cool night air.

The air outside was cooler than inside the stadium, brushing against their skin like a breath of relief. The night was deep and still save for the muffled echoes of the concert winding down in the distance. Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan walked across the back parking lot toward their waiting van, the sleek black vehicle idling by the curb with their managers ahead, already speaking with staff to coordinate a clean exit.

The three of them moved in that familiar line— Seungkwan just a few paces ahead, grumbling under his breath, Luna beside Jeonghan, their steps slow and matched. His hand hadn’t left the small of her back since they’d left their seats.

Jeonghan tilted his head to the side, voice laced with his usual dry amusement.

“So,” he started casually, “should I tell your manager to pencil you in for our next date night, or are you gonna text me directly this time?”

Seungkwan whipped around to walk backward just so he could glare at him properly. “Excuse me?”

Luna snorted, muffling a laugh behind her hand.

Jeonghan only grinned, unbothered. “I just want to make sure we don’t double-book our child again.”

“You’re genuinely annoying. I don’t understand how noona puts up with you,” Seungkwan said flatly. “I love you both, okay? But never again am I third-wheeling. Never. Again.”

“You had fun,” Luna chimed in teasingly.

“I had third-degree burns from witnessing your PDA,” he deadpanned. “There are things I saw tonight I can’t unsee. Do you know what it’s like to watch two people look at each other with googly eyes while you’re next to them like you’re the prop?”

Jeonghan gave him a smug look. “You’re welcome.”

“I should’ve stayed home and watched the livestream,” Seungkwan muttered dramatically, turning forward again and shaking his head.

Luna laughed fully now, the sound bright under the night sky. Jeonghan looked at her sideways, that unmistakable fondness already creeping into the edges of his grin.

They reached the van, and Seungkwan climbed in first with a dramatic sigh, sprawling across the seat like he’d just survived something traumatic.

Jeonghan opened the door for Luna, waiting until she stepped inside before following and sliding the door shut behind them. The interior was dimly lit, the hum of the engine steady and low as they pulled away from the curb and onto the main road.

Luna leaned back in her seat, finally pulling off her sunglasses and stretching her legs out. Her boots were still on, but she nudged them off with her heels until they thudded gently onto the carpeted floor.

Jeonghan glanced at her, lips quirking. “Feet off the seat.”

“They’re clean,” she murmured, eyes closed now, head resting against the cushioned back.

He didn’t argue. Instead, he reached over, unzipped his jacket, and draped it back over her thighs.

“Rockstar girlfriend, huh?” he said after a pause, voice low and soft now that the show was over and the city lights were sliding by the window.

She cracked one eye open. “Rockstar boyfriend,” she corrected. “You wore sunglasses inside, Jeonghan.”

“And you wore thigh-highs that made a grown man trip on the stairs.”

Luna smirked. “That’s on him. Weak constitution.”

“You looked hot,” he admitted.

She opened both eyes this time, gaze turning toward him, a slow smile forming on her lips. “So did you.”

He hummed. “I know.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I love you,” he said, more gently now.

She blinked, and her smile shifted— softer, warmer, something just for him. “I love you too.”

Luna had shifted to lean more into Jeonghan now, her legs curled up beneath her, his jacket still draped across her lap. Her cheek brushed against his shoulder as she hummed something under her breath. Jeonghan tilted his head to look at her, eyes slow and adoring like he had all the time in the world.

“Stop staring,” she murmured, smiling even though she didn’t move.

“I’m admiring,” he corrected smoothly. “There’s a difference.”

She lifted a brow. “And?”

“And,” he said, brushing a piece of her hair back behind her ear, “you’re really pretty when you’re not trying.”

Luna scrunched her nose, but her smile grew, hidden behind the slow tilt of her head against him. “You’re really annoying when you are trying.”

He grinned. “You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Tragic,” he sighed. “For you.”

They both broke into quiet laughter, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to fill a space entirely. Jeonghan shifted again to wrap an arm around her waist, tugging her just a little closer as he pressed a light kiss to the side of her head.

And across from them, Seungkwan exhaled loudly from his seat with the force of someone who had had enough.

“You two,” he said flatly, not even looking up from his phone, “should be spayed and neutered.”

“What the fuck!” Luna let out a bark of laughter and immediately chucked the jacket on her lap straight at him, hitting him square in the face with a muffled thwump.

“YAH!” he squawked, yanking it off his head. “This smells like both of you. I’m being assaulted on all fronts.”

Still laughing, Luna leaned her head into Jeonghan’s shoulder again. “You started it.”

Seungkwan looked like he was already preparing another dramatic complaint but Jeonghan spoke up first, voice dry and casual without even blinking:

“You’re just jealous cause the only thing holding you tonight is that sad little banner.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Luna’s mouth dropped open before she cracked into an explosive laugh, throwing her head back against the seat as her whole body shook. “YOON JEONGHAN!”

Even Seungkwan who had gone stock still stared at him, slack-jawed. “Did you just—” he blinked, hands thrown up. “What the hell does that even mean?!”

Jeonghan smirked smugly, leaning his head back against the seat as if he hadn’t just delivered the most absurd diss of the night.

“I’m just saying,” he added coolly, “being bitter’s not a personality.”

“You’re going to hell.”

“See you there.”

Luna wheezed with laughter, half-buried against Jeonghan’s side now. “Oh my God, I hate both of you,” she choked out.

And in the dim glow of the van, with Seungkwan pretending not to laugh, Luna still giggling, and Jeonghan wearing the calmest smirk known to man, it was perfectly, chaotically domestic.

Just the way they liked it.

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