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gothidecorem · 5 days ago

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When seventeen is sleepy || 96z

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Ships: bf! seventeen x implied fem!reader Genres: fluff, established relationship fluff, domestic fluff, fluff, and did I mention fluff? Summary: aka sleepy seventeen imagines. a/n: Shorter than my usual work but this was a quick idea that i had to get out of my head asap! wc: ~1.1k

Jun:

People would say that they wouldn't be able to tell whether Jun's asleep or not, but to you, it's quite obvious in the way his demeanor shifts drastically.

Normally, when someone gets sleepy, they tend to go quiet, and talk less, right?

Well, not Jun, apparently. Rather, he seems to talk even more than when he's fully awake, which you didn't know was possible.

Except, the sleepier he is, the less his rambles make sense.

Oftentimes, he would go on and on about how much he loves you, which is sweet and adorable and makes you feel so loved, but sometimes you just wish he wouldn't do it while you were trying to get him to brush his teeth so you could both go to bed.

Other times, he would keep tapping you on the shoulder until he was sure that he had convinced you that he didn't actually want to go to his schedule, but instead wanted to spend it with you, but he couldn't because he still had to go to work, and you know that, right?

Whenever this happens, you can only reassure him that yes, you knew, and try to shut him up with kisses, which usually results in him trying to talk you into giving him more kisses, instead.

But he's adorable, so you're not complaining.

Soonyoung:

The difference between awake and sleepy Soonyoung is not big. Both like to cuddle, and both like to give and receive kisses whenever and wherever you would let him.

But the main difference, you would say, is that awake Soonyoung still has a shred of a concept of boundaries, and won't cuddle you if he thinks you were busy working, or just not in the mood.

Sleepy Soonyoung, however, is much more vocal about his displeasure if you refuse to hug him or if you tell him to wait.

He will be trying his best to give you puppy dog eyes, even if he is already so tired you could barely see his pupils through his eyelids.

And if you promise him that you will be there in 5 minutes, and why doesn't he wait for you in bed, he would drag his feet off to bed obediently, but not before reminding you at least 10 times that he loves you and he will be waiting for you and to not forget him.

But 9 times out of 10, the time you get to bed 4 minutes later, he would be fast asleep, on your side of the bed, and his nose buried in your pillow.

Wonwoo:

You didn't know it was possible, but Wonwoo grows even quieter when he's sleepy.

He won't seek you out for cuddles or affection openly, but he'll certainly bury his head into you further or leave a small kiss on the fabric if you go to hug him.

Sometimes, you would wake in the middle of the night to an overworked, sleepy Wonwoo coming home from work. Like many times in the past, you expected him to get ready for bed, then to quietly slip into bed next to you. It's not that he doesn't like cuddling while he sleeps, but he doesn't go seeking it out and risk waking you, so you've gotten used to sleeping on separate pillows.

But on the days when he's just too sleepy to be considerate, he will crash into the covers the second he gets changed, irrespective of where you are on the bed.

You would then have to gently coax him under the covers and remove his glasses for him, as he has already lost the battle to stay awake. It certainly doesn't help that you start to stroke his hair, the gentle rhythm lulling him further.

But before he fully succumbs to sleep, he makes sure to tuck your body into his, before draping the covers over both of you.

Then, he would hum contentedly, as if everything was taken care of, and finally drift off.

Jihoon:

Whenever he's tired, Jihoon turns into the softest, cutest version of himself you've ever seen.

Most of the time, this side of him usually comes out when you go to check up on him in the studio after he locked himself in there for almost two days straight.

When you go there, you open the door without hesitation, since you knew you were always welcome, expecting to see him with headphones on, bobbing to whatever beat he was working on.

But what you didn't expect was to find him seconds away from falling asleep. He was hunched over the desk, head lolling against his shoulder, dangerously close to dropping onto the keyboard. As quickly and quietly as you could, you made sure to save the track he was working on and closing it, before he accidentally deleted all his hours of hard work.

Turning off his monitor, you turned your attention back to your sleeping boyfriend, slowly removing the headphones from his ears and praying he wouldn't wake up.

But of course, he began to stir, one eye opening to look up at you. The second he made eye contact, he blinked at you slowly, a soft, content smile growing on his face subconsciously.

'You're here."

You fight back the urge to swoon at how soft he's being right now, instead reaching a hand out to stroke his hair gently. "Yeah, Jihoonie. Let's go to the couch, okay?"

He leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut once more. He makes a small noise, before mumbling, "noooo... stay here," almost incoherently.

You giggle to yourself before leaning down to press a kiss on his temple, smiling as you watch him turn towards the direction of the kiss, as if chasing more. Time to pull out the big guns.

"Come on, baby. We can cuddle on the couch, okay?"

And just like you predicted, his eyes immediately opened when he heard 'baby'. "Say that again."

"You want to cuddle, don't you, baby? Let's go to sleep, come on."

And that's all it took for him to get up from his chair, almost crashing into you as he let you drag his way to the couch.

The second you made contact with the couch, you could do nothing more but blink as you suddenly ended up with a lap full of Jihoon as he buried into you, trying to find a comfortable position.

His fingers gripped the hem of your hoodie tightly, as your hand found its way back into his hair, gently playing with the strands in the way you knew he liked.

"How many hours did you work today? Did you eat yet, hm? How about-"

"Shhhh..." You were cut off by a kiss to your shoulder. "Sleep."

You laugh, careful not to jostle him too much. "Okay. Sorry, baby."

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gothidecorem · 5 days ago

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Paper Rings

Lee Seokmin (DK) x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: food mention.

[Kindergarten Teachers AU] Fearing that their two favourite teachers might break up, the kids decide to take your romance into their own tiny hands.

Big thank you to my beloved @haoboutyou for giving me the idea and helping me defeat writer's block (even if just for a day)! idk what I'd do without you, girl

“You know what? Fine! Have it your way!”

The car door was slammed closed with far too much force. A dog froze in the middle of passing by, eyeing you two with caution before continuing on his morning walk with his elderly owner mumbling words of concern under her breath.

“Well, have a good day.” Seokmin sighed and held the gate open for you, ever the gentleman even when he was annoyed and upset. “Please don’t skip lunch today.”

Eyes narrowed into slits, you turned on your heel to glare at him. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

The sound he let out was something of a groan mixed into a wail of despair. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and strolled past him with purpose. There was not a single glance spared his way until you were both well inside the building, surrounded by curious little children who looked like they had heard your argument just fine. One of them looked positively ready to start crying at the sight of you.

Sitting at your desk, you sighed. “What is it, kids?”

“Are you and Mister Minnie breaking up?” a wavering little voice dared to ask. Various noises of protest filled the room before you could even take a breath to prepare to answer the question.

Sparing a quick look at your boyfriend, who was organising the toy shelves and deep in a conversation with one of the more shy kids, you shook your head. “No, we’re not.”

The children let out a collective breath of relief. Some high-fived and cheered in joy. A bitter part of you thought they might just be more invested in your relationship than your boyfriend was. You tried to wave the thought away as fast as it came.

“Because they’re already broken up!” a little boy suddenly declared, standing up and pointing fingers as if he’d been personally betrayed. He was all accusations and none of the ability to listen. You suspected he’d make a great – or at least popular – politician one day.

“We are not,” you argued with all the patience only a kindergarten teacher could possibly muster. “We’re just… having a bad day.”

To your surprise and joy, no more questions were asked. Only curious glances remained. Still you thought it was the end of it. Another crisis averted, another day saved.

Behind your back, the kids exchanged looks of mischief and worry – they had a plan brewing.

Little Misoo toiled away at her desk, hands covered in charcoal smudges and ink. She had tried a big girl pen for the first time, having wanted to emphasise the seriousness of the situation, but quickly realised it was harder to wield than it looked, and so she had resorted back to her trusty coloured pencils to write the invitations. She had just ten more to go.

“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Jaemin finally voiced his concerns between clumsily peeling and sticking heart-shaped stickers on every piece of paper. “Everybody already knows. Why do they need invitations?”

Misoo gave him a scathing look. “You can’t have a wedding without invitations! Everybody knows that!”

Jaemin pouted. “Then should we make invitations for Mister Minnie and Miss (Y/n) as well?”

“No.” She looked at him like he’d just suggested unicorns and dragons could be best friends (they obviously couldn’t because all unicorns are vegans and dragons famously hate vegans). “They’re the bride and the groom! They don’t need invitations!”

“But do they even know they’re getting married?”

“They will.” Misoo suspected she had the most patience any woman had ever possessed. She glanced towards the ceiling as if to challenge god for putting her in this situation and then gave Jaemin another glare. “Stop asking stupid questions and get back to work.”

A mysterious chocolate bar had found its way onto your desk. Even more mysteriously it was your favourite brand and flavour. Your boyfriend sat in a circle with the kids, reading their pre-nap fairytale, and snuck glances at you as if he was expecting something.

You fought back a smile and grabbed a sticky note.

When he returned to his seat after getting the kids to sleep, he found the pink piece of paper stuck on his laptop. On it, a little heart and two words: ‘You’re forgiven.’ He almost screamed of joy before remembering that he had to be quiet. He wore a dumb lovestruck smile for the rest of the hour.

Mingyu knew something was wrong the moment the kids stepped into the art room. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it but he just knew. And if the wide-eyed look Minghao gave him was anything to go by, he felt it too.

It was only about 10 minutes in that he realised the problem: the kids were moving like they had a purpose. This was rare. This never happened on free art Fridays – usually the kids would spend the first twenty minutes trying to come up with an idea to execute. Today it took them less than twenty seconds.

Cautiously, he approached tiny Sohyun and Yunho – the first sharpening pencils at a furious pace and the other sorting through the unsharpened ones under her command. It was abundantly clear that Sohyun was working the boy like it was the military. One had to admire her leadership abilities, even if they were a little rough and loud around the edges.

“So what’s today’s project?” he asked, trying his best not to wince when the pencil’s tip snapped in the sharpener.

Sohyun sighed in frustration before skillfully removing the graphite from between the blades and restarting the sharpening process. “Pencil confetti.”

Mingyu blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Pencil. Confetti.” She repeated it slowly as if fearing he was dumb and wouldn’t get it otherwise.

He tried not to take offense. “For…?”

“For the wedding,” she explained like it was obvious before gasping and turning to Misoo. “You need to give him an invitation!”

The other girl facepalmed theatrically before rushing over to him with a surprisingly neatly folded paper card. Before he could ask her about it, she was rushing to the other side of the classroom to hand an identical one to Minghao.

‘INVITAISION’ it read in big bold multicolour letters, a large pink heart-shaped sticker sitting right under the word.

Mingyu opened the card and his jaw just about dropped (granted, it took him about two minutes to decipher the writing and make sense of it; he couldn’t complain because he hadn’t expected any kindergarten kids to know how to write anything at all).

“Seokmin and (Y/n) are getting married?!” He made eye contact with Minghao who gave him an equally shocked look.

“We’re throwing them a marriage!” Hyesoo declared happily and held out a little string tied into a circle. “I’m making rings!”

Mingyu fought a smile. “So, pencil confetti and string rings?”

“We wanted to make flower rings but it’s too early to go outside yet,” Jaemin informed him with a pout.

“And flower confetti,” Sohyun sighed and continued working the pencil sharpener like it was her day job and she was getting paid per shaving.

“... Want me to get you guys some real flowers?” Mingyu asked after a moment of thought. It wasn’t every day that the kids planned a wedding, after all.

The kids’ faces lit up with joy like little Christmas trees. If he hadn’t wanted to do this, he would’ve felt compelled now.

“And we could make them paper rings,” Minghao suggested with a little smile. “They would last longer than flowers.”

The kids screamed in excitement.

You leaned closer to your boyfriend, eyeing the kids suspiciously as you did so. “They’re being weird.”

Too busy to even look up —Seokmin was neck-deep in his emails—, he hummed. “Weird how?”

“Like … quiet weird.”

His attention was fully on you now. “Oh, that’s no good.”

“Look at them!” you whispered and nodded towards where the kids were supposed to be playing on the carpet.

Instead of messing around with little trucks and dolls and teddy bears, they were braiding ribbons into each others’ hair and handing out cards and whispering secrets. You felt like you’d entered an alternate dimension.

Seokmin raised a single brow and nodded. “Okay, this is scary.”

“Should we—” you hesitated, “—do something?”

He shrugged. “But what if we do something and they get noisy and crazy again?”

“Good point.”

The big hour was growing nearer. The kids were buzzing with excitement, ready to see their plan in action. In half an hour, it would be time to go outside to play games and throw the biggest party of their lives.

“Okay, do we have everything?” Minsoo asked, standing in the middle of the circle on the carpet. She glanced towards the teachers’ desks – the married-couple-to-be were still unaware of their plans and working on something on their computer. She was happy with the sight, for now, and turned back to her co-conspirators. “Invitations?”

“All given out,” Jaemin replied.

“Confetti?”

“Pencil or rose petal?” Sohyun wondered. She received no answer. “Well, I have both.”

“Perfect,” Minsoo approved and continued checking her mental wedding list. “Rings?”

Bomin – universally recognised as the resident expert in paper crafts – held two rings out on his palm. The other kids made noises of approval.

“Music?”

Eunji nodded and hummed in confirmation. She was the only kid in the group to have a phone, even if it did only let her call her mom, listen to about fifteen songs and play Candy Crush. By all accounts, she was the coolest kid in town.

“Priest?”

Silence. The kids turned to look at Yunho who let out a whine and slumped backwards until he was lying on the ground. “Why do I have to be the priest?”

“Because it’s a boring people job,” Sohyun told him with utter seriousness and all he could do was sigh in defeat.

Mina held up her hand and asked, “Shouldn’t we get Miss (Y/n) a wedding dress?”

“No, because she’s already pretty,” was the general consensus.

Minsoo looked at her friends, her companions, her co-conspirators, her little minions. She nodded in approval. “People, we have a wedding to do.”

“Kids, don’t wander too far off,” you reminded them gently as they rushed outside in a single file. Somehow it felt like they were even more enthusiastic about playing outside than usual.

Odd, you thought and pushed the thought out of your head. It had, after all, been an overall strange day. Then again, the weather was lovely and you suspected you would’ve been similarly excited if you were in their shoes.

Still, it was weird that they were all heading in the same direction as if led by an invisible tour guide.

Seokmin nudged your side. “You’re right. They are being weird today.”

“Right?” Your brows furrowed. “What is up with them?”

“You know, I think they might have heard our fight this morning.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Honey, they asked me if we were breaking up as soon as I got to the room. I am sure they heard us.”

“Maybe that’s why they’re so weird,” he concluded with a click of his tongue before turning to you. “I’m glad you forgave me though. I’m sorry for being so dumb.”

A sigh forced its way out of your body. “You’re not dumb. You’re just … less hesitant than me.” Your fingers brushed against yours. “You know I want a future with you, I just— It hasn’t been all that long.”

“It’s been two years and eight months,” he supplied with a quiet chuckle but there was no malice behind those words. He leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “But who’s counting? Not me.”

“Right,” you deadpanned and jabbed him in the ribs with all the force of a bumblebee crashing into a human body. Your fingers wrapped around his and gave them a squeeze. “Just give me some time, okay? Soon, but not yet.”

“Soon, but not yet,” he parroted with a smile that said he was more than willing to wait.

The padding of feet pulled you out of the moment. In front of you stood Jaemin, hands politely behind his back, cheeks flushed red from the spring chill. He cleared his throat.

“You need to come with me,” he declared and didn’t bother to wait for an answer before heading right back where he came from.

You shared a look with your boyfriend. “Did he mean the both of us?”

“I think so,” he said and shrugged before following after the boy. You sighed and did the same.

The world came to a standstill for just a moment when you reached the old tree in the middle of the yard. It seemed that all of the kids had gathered exactly there, forming two neat groups with a little path between them leading to Yunho wearing glasses that were certainly not his own and a top hat. Mingyu and Minghao stood on either side of him with wide mischievous grins, in on a scheme that had clearly been created under your nose without you ever suspecting a thing.

“What is this?” you asked no one in particular.

“Your wedding!” Minsoo declared as Jaemin all but dragged your boyfriend to the other end of the makeshift path.

Seokmin wore a puzzled smile as Mingyu started dusting his jacket and fixing his hair like a fuzzy mother. “Our what?”

“Wedding,” the kids repeated in unison like it was the most obvious thing. When you still stared at them with nothing but confusion in your eyes, they let out a collection of little sighs.

Sohyun called out, “You’re getting married!”

“We are?”

“Yes!”

“Why?” Seokmin wondered while dodging Mingyu’s attempts to straighten his collar. “How come?”

“Because you had a fight and then Miss (Y/n) said you two were having a bad day,” Minsoo explained to you like you two were the five-year-old ones and they were the much more experienced adults. “And my mom always says she was the happiest on her wedding day, so now you are getting married so your day can be happy too.”

No one could argue with logic. You admitted defeat and let the girls adjust your clothes and put a little flower into your hair.

When they were done, like the woman on a mission that she was, Minsoo handed you a single red rose – a real one, you noted in astonishment – and held out her hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you did as expected.

The moment your fingers touched hers, you almost burst out laughing when you heard the beginning notes of ‘Love Is an Open Door’.

With a proud grin on her face, she led you down the aisle towards the old tree – towards your boyfriend. You really did start laughing when the kids began throwing flower petals onto your path.

“You guys put a lot of thought into this, huh?” you asked.

She only smiled and led you to the make-shift altar made of an old tree log. You stood next to Seokmin who offered you a matching amused smile and took your hand from hers, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“We’re getting married,” he whispered as if he couldn’t believe it.

Frankly, you couldn’t either. Especially when just this morning you had been arguing over this very thing. Funny how the universe works, you thought and stepped closer to his side. “We’re getting married.”

“Ladies and gentlemans,” Yunho began in a faux-official tone as soon as the song ended, holding a notebook up like he could read, “we are here to marry Miss (Y/n) and Mister Minnie. Does anybody object?”

Silence filled the yard. You glanced back to find the kids giving each other glares as if to dare the other to make even a squeak. One could rest assured violence would erupt if the smallest sound was heard.

Yunho seemed to breathe out in relief before continuing, “Do you, Mister Minnie, take Miss (Y/n) as your wife?”

“I do,” Seokmin told him, not even bothering to fight his giggles.

“Stop laughing! This is a serious matter!” Sohyun scolded him from the first row.

Seokmin schooled his expression and cleared his throat, standing up straighter as if he was a mere soldier that had just received an order from his commanding officer. With all the seriousness he could muster, he repeated, “I do.”

“Good,” Yunho approved and turned to you. “Do you, Miss (Y/n), take Mister Minnie as your husband?”

You nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Perfect! Then I announce you–”

“The vows! Don’t forget the vows!” Bomin called out from the crowd.

Jaemin gasped. “And the rings!”

Yunho seemed a little overwhelmed by the demands of the many but quickly gathered himself. “Right. Mister Minnie, do you have any vows?”

Seokmin’s lips twitched. “Sure.”

“You do?” you gasped and turned to him. “Well, come on then.”

“Do you not have vows for me then?” He pressed his free hand to his chest, feigning a wound.

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realise I would be getting married today, so…”

“Then you’d better think quick because these kids are ruthless,” Mingyu leaned over to tell you.

Seokmin chuckled and cleared his throat once more. He took your other hand in his as well. “My (Y/n), my beloved, my moon, my stars, my sunshine–”

“This was a mistake,” you heard one of the kids mumble in the crowd, clearly disgusted by the amount of honorifics your boyfriend had decided to bestow upon you. Maybe she wasn’t the romantic type.

“–I love you and I adore you. I didn’t expect to marry you today but, well, here we are, getting married, today, right here. They say that if you find the one you love, you feel like you can live forever. I am glad you’ve chosen me to spend your forever with.”

The kids cooed and awwed and squealed in delight. You would’ve joined them if you didn’t feel so suspiciously close to crying.

“It’s your turn,” Yunho whispered to you after a moment of silence.

You blinked back to reality and squeezed Seokmin’s hands. “Alright, well, I didn’t have anything prepared but… I can’t imagine a life without you in it, Seokmin. I can’t imagine waking up to anything other than your attempts at coffee. I can’t imagine coming to work to the sound of anything other than your singing. You mean everything to me. This wedding came as a surprise but I am so glad it did because it means I can marry the man of my dreams.”

The children erupted into cheers as Minghao held out two rings for you to take. Seokmin slipped one around your ring finger with gentle, nervous grace. You did the same for him and smiled wide when he leaned forward to kiss your lips.

Boys fought grimaces of disgust while girls giggled and squealed in delight. ‘Love Is an Open Door’ commenced playing once again as Yunho ushered you back down the aisle to be showered in flower confetti.

“Not at all what I thought they were planning,” Seokmin leaned towards you to whisper. “I did not expect this.”

“Is it weird that I’m not mad about it?” you asked and rested your head against his shoulder. “I know I said I wasn’t ready for marriage this morning but–”

“As far as I care, this marriage is all that counts,” he told you with a giddy smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. He held his left hand out for you to see, wriggling his fingers to show off his new paper jewellery. “I have a ring to prove it now.”

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gothidecorem · 5 days ago

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Part 5 of 13: My first SVT bias 🥹

I first heard Fighting about a year ago and his voice was the one that drew me in the most. Not gonna lie, with the depth of it, I thought he was older than me. (I was expecting at least mid 30s… Imagine the shock on my face when I found out he’s 2 years younger than me 😅)

It only took me 9 extra months to start stanning them and regret nothing

#seventeen #svt #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #dokyeom #dk #seventeen edits

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gothidecorem · 5 days ago

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Burning Bridges [TEASER]

f1 driver!Lee Seokmin x fem!Reader (x ex!Choi Seungcheol)

Genre: big angst. fluff. reader overcomes a toxic relationship.

Teaser Word Count: 1k / Final Word Count: 20k-ish, probably

Fic Content Warnings: food mentions. adult language. toxic (and i cannot emphasise this enough) asshole ex!Choi Seungcheol. toxic journalists/media. confrontations that almost lead to physical fights. a tiny little car crash but no serious injuries.

[Formula 1 AU] When your fiancé chooses his Formula 1 career over you and makes it everyone’s problem, his teammate Seokmin is not about to just sit back and watch.

♡ This fic is part of @camandemstudios Lights Out collab! Don't forget to check out the other writers' works and tell us what you think!! ♡

FULL FIC COMING OUT AT THE END OF AUGUST!

When you glanced up, Seokmin was looking at you. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, small and full of concern you had only started noticing after your break-up. You couldn’t help but worry you had broken the paddock’s resident sunshine along with your own heart.

“It still hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked and he had never sounded so soft. You were used to loud, boisterous, jokingly arrogant Lee Seokmin, driver of the car 9, always distracting his teammate from the goal of whatever you were filming, always the loudest man on track. Usually there was no corner of the paddock where you couldn’t hear his voice, but now you could barely hear him at all as he sat next to you.

You found yourself nodding. “I was hoping I would be back to normal by the time we get to Monza, but that seems far-fetched now.”

He looked at you for a while. There was something indecipherable in his eyes. Something unfamiliar and yet so warm. He cracked a smile. “Do you want me to drive him into the wall today?”

“You’re already on thin ice with the team,” you reminded him and shook your head.

“Fine,” he sighed before his eyebrows rose, a thought occurring under your very eyes. “I’m sure Yuki would jump at the chance though.”

“Don’t you dare give him ideas,” you warned him with a weak laugh. “He’s already crashed his car, like, twice this season.”

There was a stupid smile on his face. The one full of childish glee, as if you’d granted him his Christmas wish. “Third time’s the charm.”

“So is actually finishing the race!”

“If he does it during the last lap, I could give him a little push across the finish line.”

“Pretty sure that’s against regulations.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. “When did you become the FIA regulations’ expert?”

You couldn’t help but laugh some more. It felt good. Freeing. It had been a while since you’d last actually laughed. Maybe you wouldn’t feel normal until way after the season’s last Italian Grand Prix but perhaps you were on your way to recovery still.

Something about the smile on his face told you Seokmin was thinking the same thing. His smile faded moments later, yours following close after.

There he stood once again: Seungcheol with brown eyes stuck on you as if he was incapable of looking elsewhere. The dark blue team kit polo stretched across his torso as he crossed his arms over his chest, deadly daggers replacing the longing stares he'd once reserved for you. He turned on his heel and walked away to his room before you found your breath again.

“Well, that was rude,” Seokmin mumbled under his breath. His gaze had taken a similar hard edge, following your ex’s (it still felt weird to think of him as such) movements like a guard dog on patrol. “You’d think he’d be nicer when he’s the reason you broke up.”

“Well, I did break up with him,” you noted and hid your face in your hands, “and he holds a grudge like no other.”

A comforting warm hand placed itself on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“The offer still stands, you know.” He was only half-joking. “The wall looks mighty tempting today.”

You shook your head once more. “Don’t. He’s my problem, not yours. You’re supposed to be team mates.”

“Yeah, well, you’re my friend and if he starts treating you badly, I won’t stay silent,” he said and it sounded like a sacred promise.

A promise he fulfilled by beating Seungcheol in the race later on Sunday. He snatched the 2nd place from right under Seungcheol's nose in the last lap, overtaking him just before the finish line. The crowd cheered, you alongside them.

You should've known he was adding fuel to the fire.

You glanced at Seokmin, watched the way his eyes lit up when you made eye contact. Perhaps you wanted to believe there was something there, after all.

"Yeah, you got something to share?" an all-too-familiar low voice interrupted the friendly atmosphere. You felt the vibrations of his voice before you heard his words, your entire body flinched like you'd been hit with a bucket of ice water.

Seungcheol stood right in front of you, dark blue racing suit half-zipped, hanging off his hips in a way that would've made you weak at the knees this time last year. Even now you had to admit he looked deadly in Red Bull colours, especially with his arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles flexing under the skin-tight white fireproofs.

You frowned and reminded yourself this was no longer the man you had once fallen in love with. As far as your heart was concerned, you didn't know this man any more than you knew any of the rookies on this grid.

"What are you doing here, Seungcheol?" you asked him, forcing your voice to stay as level as it could. A waver in the tone felt like it would have been admission of guilt you had no part in.

His brown eyes glinted with something dangerous. "I came to congratulate my old team mate on his first points in a new team." He turned to Seokmin, forced a smile that looked more like a snarl to anyone who knew him. "Congrats, friend."

Seokmin, bless his heart, wore a much more comfortable expression, even if his eyes burned with barely restrained annoyance. "And congratulations of P2. Glad to see you're still on your podium streak."

"I'm sure you wish yours had continued."

"I'll work my way back, don't worry."

"Coming for what's mine again?" Seungcheol maintained his smile. His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the fabric of his shirt. "I won't make it easy this time."

Seokmin's brows rose. His fingers fidgeted, curled and uncurled like they were contemplating their next action. "When have you ever made it easy?"

You thought he might hit him when Seungcheol's lips quirked into a smirk, venomous and all-knowing, eyes flitting to yours just long enough to mean something. "This one was pretty easy, was it not?"

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gothidecorem · 6 days ago

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How it feels to chew 5 Gum

I mean

How it feels when you gain another bias…

#seventeen #svt #lee seokmin #dokyeom #lee dokyeom #dk #mingyu #kim mingyu #svt memes

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gothidecorem · 6 days ago

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And if I speak my thoughts, then what…

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gothidecorem · 6 days ago

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pairing: mingyu x afab!reader, domestic fluff + smut

summary: gyu has to film a vlog for seventeen’s youtube channel

a/n: this is a very old piece that I attempted to revive w mingyu. hopefully not too random LOL

disclaimer: MDNI (detailed warnings below cut), technically no pronouns so gn but female anatomy

warnings: filming sex, praise, fingering, degrading, gyu is a mean dom but only bcs he’s obsessed w u, cum play, slapping (briefly), f penetration, corniness, brief cockwarming, pet names (baby, angel)

When you greet Mingyu, you can tell something is off. He walks through the door of your apartment half-asleep. He doesn’t give you his usual bright smile. Not that he doesn’t smile at you, because there’s no way he could ever not smile at you. No matter how tired he is, the sight of you waiting for him has his lips tugging up.

This time, it’s not the open-mouthed, teeth-shining smile he normally sends your way. It’s just different. It holds a different weight. You figure he’s just tired. He’s had a long week of schedules, and the two of you don’t have long before he has to leave again. It was hard at times. You had to make every moment with him count.

You don’t want to add to any stress he may already be feeling, so you ignore it. He wraps his arms around you, burying his head in your neck. You end up standing like that for a while, running your fingers through his hair to ease his mind. The two of you practically waddle your way to the bathroom together. You go through your night routines while you leave kisses on the back of his shirt as he washes his face. Your lips linger on any open skin you can reach, and it makes him shudder. You wrap your arms especially tight around him as the two of you drift off to sleep that night.

The following day, he informs you he’s filming a vlog for their YouTube channel.

“What I do on my day off,” he explains. Your head tilts at his words. Mingyu’s hair is a mess, you’re certain yours is the same. You can’t help but snuggle deeper into his chest, too lazy to sit up in bed for this conversation.

“Oh?”

Your relationship wasn’t exactly public. Not that you two weren’t allowed to be spotted together, and you’re certain carats would be happy for him. It was more so a preference. Keeping things private was comfortable for the two of you. Mingyu told you once that he felt a certain vulnerability around you both that he believes only a selected few were allowed to witness. You told him you understood and that the feeling was mutual. So, he generally avoided talking about you on camera. And you avoided telling most people about your idol boyfriend. Filming a vlog that entailed spending most of his day with you was . . . not ideal, to say the least.

“Well, you can’t exactly film me all day,” You lift your head and realize the incriminating words coming out of your mouth. A smirk starts to form on Mingyu’s lips. “Wait, that’s not what I meant,”

“I know what you mean,” He’s giggling at you as you sulk, “I was hoping you could help me film, actually,”

You agree, and he spends the next half hour explaining to you how to get the right exposure and focus on his camera.

“All I need is a few action shots,” he explains, “Me cooking, doing laundry, stuff like that,”

“How romantic,” you tease when you’re standing behind the camera, shooting his back facing you, spatula in hand, apron wrapped around his torso.

He turns around, and you watch through the screen. His bright smile looks back at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“You’re so cheesy,”

Once you’ve got the shots he needs, you help him finish cooking. When you’re all done, you eat breakfast on your balcony. You wear a large sweatshirt of his and steal bites from Mingyu’s plate. He smiles as he does the same, taking from yours. You’re glad to be with Mingyu like this. The sweetness of the syrup is almost comparable to the sweetness in your chest. His camera is inside, recording through the large glass windows as you’ve put the blinds up. He makes sure only he was in the frame beforehand, of course.

Later, he seems to enjoy himself as you apply sheet masks and play some music in the background. He even pretends to get upset when you ask to paint his nails. You bicker, but you can tell he wants you to paint them regardless. All whilst he films clips here and there.

“I don’t really know what to talk about, so I’m making it more like a montage than a vlog,” he tells you when you ask him about it.

You try not to laugh at the seriousness in his face. Sheet masks on both of your faces, only slightly opening your mouths to speak. It results in a laughing fit ending in both of you adjusting your masks afterward. Lunch passes, and he smudges most of the deep blue nail polish he picked out when he grabs silverware to eat with.

The two of you make dinner together later that night. You think he’s back to his usual self when he can’t stop the giggles from falling out of his lips anymore. No longer exhausted from having to keep up his idol image. You both come to the decision to eat dinner on the couch. Leaning into each other as you try not to get pasta all over your couch cushions. You scold him every time he nearly drops his plate. He just smiles at you and promises he won’t make a mess.

“It’s more fun this way,”

“Will it still be fun when you spill your entire plate on my rug?”

“Yes, I’ll lick the floor clean,”

You nearly kick him over for having such an absurd response. He’s laughing at the shock on your face. He takes haphazard bites of the pasta, making loud slurping noises as he does so. All you can do is half-heartedly glare at him, not able to stop your eyes from wandering to his chin. Where pasta residue is smeared all over.

Mingyu notices your eyes staring at it. He brings his thumb up to his chin to wipe it. You expect him to lick it up and hum at you. That he’ll tease you–say he’s being extra careful. Or even wipe it off on his napkin so you won’t scold him. Instead, he brings his thumb to your lips and practically shoves it into your mouth.

Regardless of your surprise, your tongue wraps around it, and you’re embarrassed at how fast you’ve reacted. Looking at him through your lashes, you take a deep breath through your nose. Mingyu only smiles at you as he takes the digit out. An obscene pop fills the room. You let out a huff in a self-deprecating act. You can feel your underwear get uncomfortably warm. Along with the tips of your ears.

“Is my angel upset?” He laughs and tilts his head slightly at you, raising his eyebrows.

You pout at him. He’s gleaming at your upset face. Practically glowing.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,”

Mingyu’s smile falters, seemingly considering it for a second. His thoughts linger on the image of you on his new camera sucking on his thumb. His hesitation makes your insides flip.

Unfortunately for you, he pecks you on the lips and brings you back to reality. He doesn’t let it go any further than that. You guys soon finish eating dinner and settle back onto the couch. Your limbs are entangled as you select a movie for the night.

Soon, after starting the movie, Mingyu’s hand is resting on your thigh, tracing delicate patterns with his fingers over your pajama pants. It starts innocently, as most of your intimate moments do, but he slowly begins to knead the sensitive skin. Goosebumps arise on your skin, and you bury your face into Mingyu’s chest to prevent yourself from letting a moan fall out of your lips. The feeling of his hand through the thin material sets your skin ablaze. You take a deep inhale of his scent, wanting to cherish him for as long as you possibly can.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t like the movie?” His tone is condescending.

You only shake your head into his loose shirt. His fingers inch closer to where you need him most, and your heart skips a beat. It only incites you further. Skin itching to be touched.

“I want you, gyu,” you manage to breathe out.

He complies, eager to hear your whines. He draws one out when he cups you over your pants, you just about hump at his hand. You manage to look up at him and plead once more.

“Need more,”

His eyes are half-lidded now, and while he does his best not to show it, you can tell he needs you just as much as you need him. His chest is moving shallowly, and his gray sweatpants are starting to strain around his crotch. The foreign film playing in the background becomes muffled.

“Need more what?” He mocks you.

“Need more, please,” you can’t help but sound needy.

He smiles at that.

“Need more of my hand?”

“Yes,” the words leave you before he has a chance to offer you anything else, “pretty please. I need your hand,”

“Well, since you asked so nicely--”

His hand reaches past your pants to where you need him most. A long finger trails up and down your opening, gathering your slick. You whine at the feeling.

“What do you say, angel?” The name has you clenching.

He hums at you and circles his thumb around your clit. You gasp at the feeling, too distracted to answer him. You can barely process his words. He isn’t even inside you yet. Mingyu leans into your neck and leaves open-mouth kisses below your ear.

“I asked you a question,” he nibbles at your neck. “Did you hear me, hm? Or are you too focused on cumming right now to remember your manners?“

He presses his finger to your opening and your pussy swallows him, eager to be filled. Your mouth hangs open, saliva gathering in a corner of your mouth.

“Poor baby can’t think straight, drooling everywhere,”

“Feels good,” is all you’re capable of telling him.

Now, Mingyu can’t resist touching himself. He lets his opposite hand grab under his sweatpants. You can see as the fabric moves with his strokes. His head moving to your shoulders, slowly laying kisses there, now.

“Too good to say thank you? Need to cum that badly, hm? Only think about yourself, pretty baby?”

Regardless of the degrading words, he rewards you with another finger. He begins scissoring them and you let out a gasp.

“No, gyu, thank you--” you want to make him feel good too, but, “Just love your fingers lots. A-Always know how to fuck me,”

His fingers speed up, your noises filling the room. The smell of your sex taking over.

“That’s right,” he pulls himself back to watch you under the cool light of the television. “Always know exactly what you need,”

His eyes meet yours, pace never faltering. All you see behind them is love, and it’s making your body twitch. Embarrassment settles into the back of your mind, but all you can focus on is how good his fingers feel. You find yourself reaching your high. Moving your hips to ride it out. Mingyu’s cock twitches at the sight, suddenly becoming needy.

“Fuck,” he’s breathless, “Please. Please, let me film you,”

The camera is pointed at you, fresh SD card changed out not too long ago. Mingyu has one hand on your lower stomach, trying to keep you in place. You’re squirming at his mercy. His pace is steady and hard. You feel him deep with every thrust, and your hands are scrambling all over the place, desperately trying to keep them still. They start grasping at the sheets. Mingyu can’t help but grab them. He forces them above your head and slams into you impossibly quick. Surely, the camera is capturing the sound of skin smacking skin. Mingyu’s hand leaves yours, trailing down to your waist. He trusts you to know what will happen if you move them.

You look up at him, and a whine slips past your lips. His eyes are looking at you from behind the camera. They’re looking at you so intensely that you can’t help but turn your head. You bury your face into the sheets when suddenly Mingyu’s pace slows. He stills inside of you. It makes you swallow hard. All that’s heard through the camera is deep breathing.

“Angel,” his hand taps at your face. Not enough to sting, but enough to catch your attention.

You can feel the camera move closer. You groan and subconsciously squeeze his cock, missing the lack of friction. Mingyu’s hand meets your face once more, this time with more force.

“Eyes up, please,” always so polite, “don’t you want to look pretty for the camera?” He guides your chin with his long fingers. The juxtaposition of his kind words and harsh actions makes your head spin.

You gulp and nod as best as you can with his tight grip on you. You’re glad he doesn’t make you say it aloud; sure you aren’t coherent enough to piece the words together. Your eyes go to the camera. You feel your eyes flutter. Mingyu takes the opportunity to stuff his thumb in your mouth. Just as he had done earlier with the pasta. Your lips work hard to wrap around it. Low, quiet curses come from Mingyu behind the camera. Which is now pulled back to show both of your holes stuffed. Mingyu starts to pull out of you excruciatingly slowly, making you groan around his finger. When only the head of his long cock remains, he pushes back in just as slow.

“Your pretty pussy sucks me in so well, baby,”

He continues to move in and out of you too slowly for your liking. Letting you feel every ridge and vein that lines his cock. The camera captures all of your squirms. Squeezing around him and moving your hips to meet his, making desperate attempts to compel him to speed up. but Mingyu’s stride is unchanging. You’re gasping around his finger and nearing the brink of tears.

“So lucky you’re mine,”

His voice is strained, and you can tell he’s losing his patience, too. He takes his thumb out of your mouth and brings it down to where your bodies meet. He begins to rub lazy circles over your clit. It has you clawing at the bed frame above you.

“Go ahead, baby, cum around my cock,”

All it takes is a couple more presses of his thumb and you’re coming undonep. Mingyu keeps a steady rate and double-checks to make sure the camera is filming all of you. Overstimulation floods your veins and tears stream down your face at the overwhelming pleasure you feel. All you can focus on is the blinking red light on the camera.

“Fuck,” Mingyu sucks in a breath, “Angel, you look so good--”

You feel pride at the way his hips stutter.

“Doing so well,”

His praises spur you on, and explicit moans leave you. Soon, Mingyu is cumming. He pulls out, much to your dismay, and pumps himself over you. He moves the camera down to frame his cock cumming onto your pussy. You twitch as it drips down your sensitive clit. He brings the camera closer to the scene. A breath leaves your lips at what he does next.

Mingyu then takes the head of his cock and rubs his cum up and down your warmth. Once he gathers it, he slowly pushes it back into you. It’s all too much and you find yourself reaching your high once more as he films the obscenity.

“Fuck,”

As you come back down, you see the camera pointed at your face, and you suddenly become shy. You hide behind your arm and smile lazily. A giggle escapes Mingyu and you can’t help but peek. His eyes are squinting and he looks deceivingly innocent as he moves down to place a sweet kiss on your mouth. You hold his face tightly and he does the same to your waist.

When he pulls away, he points the camera at both of you. He turns the viewfindee so that you can both see what it is filming and blows a kiss to it. Embarrassment reaches your body and you bury your face into his neck. The silliness is too much.

He giggles again and puts the camera away. When you face him again you can’t help the butterflies that fill your tummy. He looks so pretty and in love, it’s hard to believe it’s all for you. Mingyu hums at your stare in question. You shake your head.

“Was wondering why you were being so weird. Turns out you were just horny.” You squeeze around him and smile at the groan he lets out.

“Missed you,” he mutters into your neck.

“Stay like this?” you refer to his body on top of yours, buried inside of you still.

“We need to clean up,” One of his thumbs runs over your cheek.

You know he’s going to stay when you feel him softening inside of you. You run your hand through the hairs that tickle the back of his neck.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you more.” Mingyu coos at you and you swat at him.

“So corny,” his honeydew laugh graces your ears once more.

The two of you lay with each other for as long as you possibly can. It isn’t long before he’s pulling out and lazily sucking at your clit to spur you on again, though.

would y’all believe this started as a seungmin piece 💀 over that phase of my life—onto mingyu now!

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