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[acrosstheujiverse]

hihi ur introvert uji w reader headcannons came on my for you AND IM So GLAD omg i love it sm.

we see alot of introvert uji w the extrovert members but can u do a extrovert partner please 😭🙏

dynamics of an introvert and extrovert

【📂】 summary: scenarios you have with your introverted boyfriend, woozi, as an extrovert. 【🖇️】 pairing: introvert!jihoon x extrovert!reader. 【💿】 genre: FLUFF!! 【🧺】 tags: so sweet it makes your cheeks hurt from smiling; MY HEARTEU.  【📦】 w/c: 833

📬 — author’s note！thank you for your request, anonymous :)) sorry this took some time to write. i enjoyed working on it and hope you like it!

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it was at the annual high school talent show that you first fell for jihoon. he was one of the vocalists in a five-piece band, and his voice brought a kind of warmth to your heart.

you had talked with the other four members—jeonghan, joshua, seokmin, and seungkwan—but never once with jihoon. seeing him after the band’s performances was rare. you could never get the timing right.

it wasn’t until university that you finally had the chance to befriend him.

your love for jihoon would be loud—meaning everyone knows you two are dating. don’t get it twisted—you don’t talk about jihoon all the time. it’s just that when the topic of relationships comes up, you just happen to have a lot of loving words about him.

people notice how, whether he’s with you or not, your eyes and whole demeanor just scream “in love” the moment his name is mentioned.

you never fail to shower him with all the love you have—from whispering sweet nothings in bed to surprising him with thoughtful gifts.

jihoon sometimes wishes he could say the things to you that you so easily say to him.

“happy birthday to my ray of sunshine,” you once told him.

jihoon was confused. a ray of sunshine? you nodded eagerly and explained how—even though he’s quiet—he has a powerful presence whenever he’s on stage. like the sun, he lets his music speak for him.

sometimes… your love could be just… a bit overwhelming for an introvert like jihoon. sometimes, the way your energy fills every room, your endless words, and your bright, unfiltered affection make him retreat into the quiet corners of his mind to recharge. it’s not that he loves you any less—in fact, it’s quite the opposite. your warmth sometimes feels like too much to hold all at once, and jihoon needs those silent moments to gather himself and return to you with a full heart. but no matter how much he needs space, he never doubts the depth of your love, even if it’s louder than he’s used to.

you were one of the few lucky ones who ever received a long text message from jihoon—seungkwan was the other one.

you knew that jihoon would never say anything he didn’t mean.

“you were never hard to love, ji.”

you were always aware of his subtle gestures of affection—more than even he knew.

for jihoon, you would be his stars. you and he are of the same mind and body, but of different magnitude and abundance.

“unlike the moon, you don’t need the sun to shine. stars emit their own light. you shine brightly without me… but you shine more brightly with me.”

you once overheard him telling jeonghan, “they’re the chaos that makes me feel alive… but also the calm that brings me home. they’re like a supernova—blinding and explosive in presence, yet the light they leave behind lingers in quiet beauty for ages, guiding me even when they’re not near.”

you thrive in crowds, while jihoon thrives in corners. at parties, you’re the life of the room—he’s the person standing behind you, holding your drink and your jacket, quietly smiling because you’re shining.

jihoon always listens to your stories with an unreadable face, but later he’ll casually reference a small detail you didn’t even think he was paying attention to.

he’ll walk you to your class or the train station even if it’s out of his way—he won’t say much, but he’ll pull your hand into his pocket when it’s cold.

you once told him, “i love you,” at a crowded campus café and he went completely red. he didn’t say it back right away—but that night, he sent you a playlist titled “if i could say it better.”

jihoon won’t start pda, but he doesn’t pull away either. the first time you kissed his cheek in public, he stared straight ahead, then later texted: “can we do that again?”

when you’re venting loudly about something, he just lets you go off—then offers the most practical, well-thought-out advice that makes you pause mid-rant like, “how are you this calm?”

he sometimes writes lyrics about you, but he uses metaphors so layered even you have to ask, “is this one about me?”

you like grand gestures. he likes quiet consistency. you bring the spark; he keeps the fire going.

you once tried to surprise him with a flash mob dance (it was seungkwan’s idea). he panicked, ran the opposite direction, and didn’t stop blushing for three days.

on days when you feel overstimulated or burned out, jihoon wordlessly tucks you into bed, turns off your phone, and lies beside you with his hand resting over yours.

you said “i love you” first. jihoon said it second—at 2 a.m., curled around you, with your name whispered like a secret he finally let himself say out loud.

your relationship is like a sun and a star—separate lights, different intensities, but existing together in the same sky. never competing, always orbiting.

- fin.

[joshujihan23]

Hello!! May I request Woozi, having a girlfriend she is still in college while he’s an idol producing everyone knew her from who se is and wh she’s with, she starting getting bully from her college, getting hate by people randomly for first time, she went to woozi’s studio but there where reporters outside so she went in fast and scared and panicked when she got to Woozi she was crying, and he hug her but then she got a panicked attack and then Woozi wanted to to take a break to help her get better and stuff like that. I think this is too much and am sorry for this being so much but I feel like you will write the best plot or stuff with this!!! Love your writing and hope you don’t pressure yoursel!!

Believe In Me

☆ pairing: woozi x 14th member!reader

☆ genre: angst, tons of angst, tons of tons of angst

☆ trigger warning: verbal insults, ONE curse word

☆ word count: 3.3k

☆ synopsis: as the 14th member, you are always criticised for being the only woman in the group. however, one misunderstanding has brought your reputation to a standstill, affecting the relationship between you and jihoon..

author’s note: thank you for this request<3 i changed the storyline for some parts, hope you still like it!

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it has been years since you debut. after gruelling hours of practicing, and endless nights trying to convince your parents that you were made to follow your dream as an idol, your parents reluctantly agree, but on one condition.

you had to complete your studies. and you could do whatever you want if you did so.

your yearn to achieve your dreams as a superstar was strong enough, and to just complete university? easy enough.

spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

pledis scheduling you to debut with 13 other guys was far-fetched. being the only woman, you were afraid of the remarks of the public. however, you knew the guys well, well maybe because you have been training with them since you were 14.

it was all normal, especially because you were the same age as chan, so you could rely on him whenever you could. the both of you went to the same high school, woke up early together, and spent hours trying to cram for exams. he was your other half.

not forgetting the other members, because of them, idol life seems to be an exciting one.

vocal sessions with seokmin and seungkwan were a blast, belting out the high notes of your favourite songs and them adding random ad-libs.

practicing choreography with hoshi and minghao (even though minghao sat the side from exhaustion most of the time), your passion out of the roof.

random bilingual conversations with joshua, vernon and jun, which none of you understood each other.

coffee dates with mingyu and wonwoo (or you third-wheeling them)

and midnight talks with jeonghan and seungcheol, one that you truly need after a long day of work.

saving the best for the last, jihoon, the one whom you’d always staying hours in the production room, just to watch him brew a new piece of music within hours at hand.

it wasn’t a surprise if you said you were staying over at his studio for the night, all the members were used to it.

you greatly appreciated it, especially because you adored those moments between the both of you: late night dinners, where you would always force him to eat, sitting beside him while he teaches you the technical details about composing (which you didn’t understand) and one to one talks when things have gotten too heavy.

jihoon was a pillar of strength to you. you have always seen him as the most reliable figure in your group. and that admiration had turn into adoration, where you began noticing the little things about him:

how his eyes always stared at the ceiling when he was trying to come up with new ideas, or how he would always put you to sleep despite his busyness.

and true enough, he felt the same way, causing your relationship to turn from late night buddies to a lovey-dovey couple, one which people didn’t expect.

because a few years after you debut, in your second year of university, it was announced by the company that you and jihoon were in a relationship. fans were not surprised, knowing how close the both of you were, and how both of you enjoyed each others’ presence.

but to non-carats? that piece of news blew the internet up within seconds.

even though you have been in the group for quite some time, the public still had some mixed reactions. which includes your schoolmates in your university.

you had amazing friends. friends who supported you through your idol journey, updating you on lectures, or giving you a heads-up on an upcoming project.

on the other hand, there were some people who can’t seem to comprehend the fact that you were in a relationship with THE woozi from seventeen.

until one day, you were on the way to the campus, when you noticed news spreading on social media, about some carats posting photos of you and jihoon at a cafe, talking and laughing with one another while waiting for the drinks.

you remembered that day vividly. it was dance practice for the comeback. the members gathered to play a round of hongsam, and the first 2 to be out of the game would need to buy coffee for the staff and the members.

but some of the comments twisted the story, mentioning how a few days ago, you were seen with another man, who was wearing a navy hoodie, and a person that doesn’t resemble any of the members.

those comments blew up, and eye-witnesses came to flood your feed with many photos, with an aggregating number of remarks.

‘isn’t she dating jihoon, and she’s outright cheating on him with another man??’

‘poor jihoon. he made her entire career successful, and now she’s stabbing him in the back, he deserves better!’

‘y/n is a traitor! just leave the group, she didn’t deserve to be part of them anyway.’

those comments hit your like the tides of the waves, the weight of their words crashing down one by one.

you continued scrolling, until you saw the trending hashtags:

top in trending:

#SVTIS13

#LEAVEY/N

#SVTDESERVESBETTER

you didn’t know what to do. you were already on the way to campus, there were definitely people that would talk about this. until you saw a notification appear on the top of your screen.

hoon🤍: i know you’re reading them, and i suggest you to stop. when you’re done with classes. come to the studio.

his message, stoic and cold, stung right at your heart. you patted your chest, trying to reassure yourself that he knows the truth, and that you, in fact, would never cheat on him.

you would never risk your image like that.

you would not risk your career with SEVENTEEN like that.

and most importantly, you would never risk your relationship with jihoon like that.

and before you know it, the moment you stepped into the building, you could hear murmuring from the people around you. pointing fingers, giving disgusted faces, and laughing mockingly at you.

the moment your eyes landed on your friends, they immediately walked up to you, surrounding you while trying to bring you into the lecture hall.

“are you alright, y/n? have you eaten?” yoonji asked, a hint of worry lingering in her tone

“don’t think about it, don’t listen to them. you know the truth and you would not have done that.” jiyeon whispered, patting your back gently.

“i’d never cheat on him, i love him too much to cheat.” you mumbled, your voice firm, but your throat continued to tighten. your head hung low, your hands clasped against the cold wood of the table in the lecture hall.

“you should get to the studio right after this class. i’m sure you need some time with him, right?” haesol suggested, her smile reassuring, like always.

you nodded, your mind beginning to flood with the image of jihoon, probably disappointed, or maybe disapproving.

would he believe those rumors?

no he wouldn’t. he trusts me, right?

the lecture hall began to flood with students, some of them turning to your direction and whisper amongst themselves, letting out giggles and disgusted looks.

you tried, you tried your hardest to ignore them, and focus on the lecture instead.

their words shouldn’t get to you. it’s just a rumor.

during the lecture, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag. confused, you took it out, to see a message from chan.

twinstar⭐️: y/n-ah, not to scare you, but during practice today, the members were talking about what happen. you know already, right? but jihoon hyung has been quiet. he didn’t talk much. just.. observing. i thought i should let you know first, because vernon hyung and i are worried.

you sighed. the worry in you escalating. you quickly typed a respond back, your fingers shaking slightly from fear.

you: i’ll be there. my lecture is ending shortly.

at that moment, your lecturer concluded the lesson, and left the hall. that led to the rest of the students to start packing up, talking and laughing while walking out.

you packed your things swiftly, waving your friends goodbye before practically sprinting out of the hall.

on your way to the exit, you heard even more whispers. this time, they were louder, almost as if they were trying to force you to hear them.

until one of them shouted.

“hey! isn’t that the cheater? where is she running off to, her side kick?”

and that sent the people around in a series of loud laughter, mockingly and filled with bad intentions.

you couldn’t take it anymore. it felt more humiliating that it should, given the fact that you were so well-known. you rummaged through your bag, digging out a cap that you stole from hoshi, before flagging a cab to the HYBE building.

you were texting chan, trying to get any possible updates; about the company’s reactions, to the situation between the members, and especially how jihoon was acting. and when you looked up, you saw the crowd.

photographers, reporters, fans, or just people passing by, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

you told the driver to stop at the side, so that you could rush over without the people swarming the cab like a bunch of bees. but when you stepped out, everyone came rushing over, hovering over you to get a glimpse of you, and with some underlying motives.

“is it true that you are in another relationship except for woozi?”

“who is that male? and how is he related to you?”

“unnie, why would you do this to him.”

“woozi deserves better!”

you shifted the cap to cover your face more, your breath getting more staggered. you clenched onto the sleeve of your jacket, trying to catch your breath while focusing on what’s in front of you. there were cameras shoved in your face, light flashing from all the clicking, and people screaming into your ear.

the more you tried to move, the more people began to dig into your skin.

“leave the group, y/n!”

“you b!tch, how could you do this??”

you couldn’t take it anymore. you didn’t even realise that tear streaks started to form on your cheeks. your mind was clouded, with so many thoughts, and was just so overwhelmed by what was going on around you.

you shoved yourself through the crowd, the voices around you beginning to muffle as you clenched your fists tighter. and before you knew it, you felt someone tug on your arm firmly, pulling you into the building.

you yelped in surprise, thinking that it was another reporter, but when you looked up, the familiarity began to fall into its place.

mingyu.

“shit.” he mumbled under his breath, pulling you into his arms and escorted you further into the building. you felt something hover over you, almost as if to cover you. you glanced to the side, to see dokyeom following beside, with a concerned look on his face.

you heard the security screaming outside, telling everyone to disperse and leave the building.

mingyu’s arm still stayed around you, while dokyeom just stayed behind, making sure no fans or reporters could reach any of you.

but you heard another familiar voice, whispering, as if he was talking to someone.

“it’s bad… panic… taking her… there…” and you couldn’t hear anymore of it.

mingyu leaned his head closer to your ear, talking to you in the most gentle way.

“would you like us to take you to woozi hyung’s studio? i’m sure you don’t want to be swarmed by the members, right?”

you nodded, your fists tightening further as you did so.

“hoshi hyung, woozi hyung’s studio.” mingyu said, turning around to face the guy, who was on the phone at the time.

“coups hyung just called. the security are dealing with the crowd, and the company are going to release a statement soon.” hoshi replied.

mingyu nodded, tapping the key code to enter the next part of the building, one which screams familiarity.

on the third door along the hallway, purple lights peaked out of the creaks of the door — your favourite colour. and your ost, one that you sang for a drama that was recently released, can be heard from where you’re standing.

standing at the front of the door, hoshi knocked on the door. the music stopped abruptly, paused at the climax, where you have belted out your high note, which jihoon absolutely adored. the wheels of the chair began to roll, as footsteps started to approach. dokyeom patted your back, giving you a reassuring rub, making sure that you were fine.

your heart thumped. you didn’t know what to expect. you were bracing yourself, hoping that seeing jihoon’s stern expression wouldn’t break you down immediately. rubbing your hands together, you tried to catch your breath, still trying to recover from the effects of the moment.

the door creaked open, the purple LED light spilling out of the room. a man, familiar yet distant, stood before you. your breath hitched, the tensions of the atmosphere heightening. you fixed the cap, facing it lower so you couldn’t look at him at the eye.

jihoon stared for a moment, exchanging glances with the 3 men around you, before mouthing a ‘thank you’.

mingyu let go of you, dokyeom patted your head gently, while hoshi whispered “whatever happens, we’re here for you.” into your ear before moving away.

jihoon opened the door slightly wider, welcoming you to enter, but you stood there, still hesitant, almost afraid that you would cross any boundaries if you did so.

he let out a sigh. he wasn’t usually a guy filled with expression, and isn’t keen on expressing acts of love with people around him. but this time, he took your arm, so gently that it felt like if he wasn’t careful, you would break. he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss on your head, whispering, “don’t be scared, we’ll talk when you’re ready.”

that triggered you to take a step forward, scared but determined. you entered the room, while jihoon nodded the rest goodbye, giving them the signal to leave.

the studio, the one that you used to call your comfort place, was feeling so distant, so cold, and something with a lingering sense of discomfort.

closing the door behind you, he guided you over to his table. the screens were black, none of them option, except for one, showing your ost, the one which he paused.

he sat you down on the couch beside him, his hand never leaving yours.

that couch, the one where you slept on when he worked wee hours, and the one where you and him talked and laughed about anything in the world.

but now, it was anything but comfort.

sensing your discomfort, he pulled you by your waist, inching closer to him. you were surprised. he rarely initiated any forms of love, but today was different.

that was when you felt his arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly, like he was protecting you from the vast world.

you stayed there, surprised, but immediately crumbled under his touch. the tears you have been holding onto started to fall uncontrollably, as you let out sob after sob. you buried your head into his shoulders, trying to stifle the cries.

the both of you stayed there for a few moments, jihoon remained silent, like he was trying to comprehend the fact that you were crying in his arms.

something that you did rarely, even to him.

to him, you are the strongest figure that he has ever seen. so firm in your decisions, so quick to pick up something new, and the first person that people go to when they need people to talk to.

you are so admirable to him.

and the fact that not everyone sees it breaks his heart.

he could feel every single emotion of yours, like his heart was connected with yours.

or maybe it was.

he inhaled a sharp breath, whispering gently into your ear:

“that ost you sang. ‘strength’. you expressed the complicated emotions that a woman live with. writing that song, i was so conflicted. i wasn’t clear about what a woman was facing, but when i see you. how you live like it’s your last day, how you bottle your emotions, caring too much about everyone, you are the inspiration to my music. you are my star, y/n. i don’t know how to explain this feeling, but i trust you. i know you would never do such thing, and it hurts to see the media hate on you like that.”

he was silent for a moment, seeming like he was trying to process his inner thoughts. he pulled apart from you, holding your hand as if he was afraid to let go. he stared into your eyes, the eyes he wished he never had to see tears covering.

you were just so precious to him.

“i know you better than anyone, you know that right? although dino may be my competitor, you are the only reason i continue to smile, the reason why i continue to do what i love today.”

you just stared at him, his words hitting harder than it should. although the members had always supported you, and had been your constant cheerleaders since the beginning, hearing it from jihoon always pulls heartstrings that you could never find.

“i just wanted to live my life. you know i would never cheat on you, right? i-i just wanted to have some sibling time with my brother, but people always twist stories to make me look like a bad person. i’m not, i’ll never do that to you, you know that right?”

“i know that, i know that too well god it hurts. it hurts to see you so broken, and so afraid of the world because the universe is against you. i’ll help you through it. i swear by it. do you believe in me, love?”

and that broke you. he usually calls you by your name, and never by a nickname. you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“always, i have always believed in you, no matter what.”

you could feel a smile forming on your forehead, his lips pressing against your temple now, placing a gentle kiss on it. he began landing a kiss each of your facial features.

“i’ll protect you.” a kiss on your left eye, kissing the tear away.

“i’ll help you get through this.” a kiss on your cheek, a place where he always does it to ‘play safe’.

“i trust you so much,” a kiss on the tip of your nose, the place where he would always wipe when you get a dot of ice cream right there.

“i love you.” he mumbled, before gently placing a soft kiss on your lips, almost like he was trying to memorise your movements, how you react, and how you would return it right back.

the moment lasted for some time, letting the both of you savour each other.

pulling away, he gave you a soft smile, leaning his forehead against yours, his gaze still glued onto yours.

“we’ll clear the rumours, we will always stand by you.” he whispered against, like a promise he would never break.

you placed your hand on his arm, finally smiling after a long day of distress.

“i love you hoonie, so much.” you said, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“i love you too.” he responded, his arm circling around your waist.

the rumours may still be spiralling across the internet.

but right now, that was not any of your concern.

as long as you have him, the world would stop spiralling anyway.

[oceannote]

Seventeen Reaction—You get caught in the rain.

Note from author: Guysssssss, am I getting in my reactions era 😏😏? Hope you will enjoy this one as it is my first one eva. Requests are open, and I am working on bettering my short writing style without yapping for ages.🩵🩵 Summary: OT13's reaction to the reader (girlfriend) getting caught in the rain on their way home to their apartment/shared apartment. Warnings: Established relationship

1️⃣ S.Coups:

He was waiting for you. Leaning against the wall like some annoyed Greek statue, arms crossed, expression unreadable, except for the very judgmental eyebrow arched just for you and his biceps threatening to rip through the tight gym t-shirt. Then his eyes landed on you: a soaked, dripping, shivering disaster.

“Hi…” you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile as rainwater slithers down your cheeks like tears from a bad rom-com.

His brow twitches. “What did I tell you this morning?”

You groan. “I know, Cheol. But I was late, and I forgot my umbrella, and I’m totally fi…”

Your foot squelches in a puddle, and the universe betrays you. But Cheol doesn’t. He catches you effortlessly, arms wrapping around your waist like he knew you'd pull this stunt.

“I’m picking you up from work the rest of the week. It’s going to rain,” he says, deadpan, hoisting you upright like this is all routine.

You huff. “But…”

He silences you with a single finger to your lips, eyes softening even as his tone stays steel-solid.

“No buts. The rest of the week. Non-negotiable.”

2️⃣ Jeonghan:

“Well, well, well, look what the storm dragged in,” Jeonghan drawls, leaning against the apartment doorframe like a rom-com villain with too much time on his hands. He’s clearly proud of the line, probably practiced it in the mirror while waiting. His eyes roam over your dripping form, pausing on the way your soaked dress clings to your skin. “You bring the ocean with you, or are you just trying out mermaid cosplay?”

“Jeonghan, I swear to God, not today,” you bite out, brushing wet strands of hair out of your face. Mascara’s definitely running down your cheeks, you can feel it, and the cold from the airco is starting to bite. “Don’t test me.”

He snickers, completely unfazed. “I was expecting my gorgeous girlfriend, not a soggy sea creature that’s been personally victimized by the rainy season.”

“If I get sick, you’re going down with me,” you mutter, pushing past him, water squelching in your shoes. “Your immune system’s made of wet tissue paper anyway.”

Jeonghan follows you into the apartment with zero remorse, arms sliding around your drenched shoulders like this is the peak of romance. “Even better. We'll be sneezy, miserable, and in love, just how Shakespeare intended.” He presses a quick kiss to your temple, already plotting the matching pyjamas and shared blanket fort. “Quality time, baby. I suffer best with you.”

3️⃣ Joshua:

He’d been waiting patiently in your apartment for your long-awaited date night, just the two of you, flour-dusted hands, homemade pizza and pasta, maybe a bottle of cheap wine.

What he didn’t expect was for you to burst through the door like a storm yourself, completely soaked, rain dripping from your hair, your suit clinging to every inch of your body like a second skin.

“Oh my god, my love,” he shot up from the couch, startled, eyes wide as he rushed toward you. “What happened? Are you okay? Did you swim here?”

Your bag hit the floor with a wet splat as you sighed theatrically. “Apparently, yes. Forgot to check the weather, classic overconfident move.”

He frowned, already brushing your damp hair out of your face, his hands warm and grounding against your cold cheeks. “Baby, you should’ve called. I would’ve brought an umbrella, or a damn kayak.”

You leaned into his touch, a soft shiver running through you. “I need a hot shower before I get hypothermia.”

He smirked, eyes twinkling as his fingers found the first button of your soaked shirt. “Then let me assist… strictly for safety reasons, of course.”

You raised an eyebrow, but your lips curved. “Uh-huh. A true hero.”

“Always,” he said, already steering you toward the bathroom like a man on a mission. “Besides, nothing says date night like steamy showers and soggy socks.”

4️⃣ Jun:

Dodging the curious stares in the Hybe hallways felt like sneaking through a top-secret mission, complete with the suspense and the adrenaline rush. But eventually, you made it to the practice room, breathless and damp from the storm outside. You pushed open the door, and there he was, Jun, sprawled on the floor like a lazy cat in the middle of a very unserious yoga session.

His eyes found yours, and he froze like a deer in headlights.

“Oh. My. God,” he gasped, his goofy grin vanishing as he scrambled upright like someone just pulled the fire alarm. “Babe, my love, are you okay?! Did you walk through a tsunami?!”

You gave him a tired smile, water practically dripping off your lashes. “Yeah… you know, just Seoul doing its monsoon cosplay again.”

He was at your side in an instant, cupping your face gently with cool palms, his thumbs brushing the raindrops from your cheeks. You leaned into his touch like it was home, because, honestly, it was.

And then, of course, he laughed.

Loudly.

You blinked at him, thoroughly offended.

“I’m sorry!” he said between bursts of laughter, trying, and failing, to cover his mouth. “It’s just… you look exactly like one of my cats after a bath. All big eyes and soggy judgment.”

“Yah, Jun!” You smacked his arm, scandalized, though the corners of your lips were already betraying you.

Still laughing, he reeled you in by the waist, his hand settling warm and easy on your soaked back. “Okay, okay. My poor drenched kitten. You cold? Want to steal one of my shirts and pretend it's an emergency cuddle situation?”

5️⃣ Hoshi:

You were supposed to meet Hoshi at his parents’ place for your monthly dinner, but instead, you got ambushed by the rain. No umbrella, no warning. Now you were sulking in the apartment building’s entrance, soaked to the bone and shivering, refusing to walk in and greet his mom looking like a half-drowned alley cat.

It hadn’t even been five minutes of waiting and mentally composing your apology text for being late, when the front door creaked open. In stepped Hoshi, dripping head to toe, like he’d just swum upstream to get to you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned, pushing off the wall and stomping toward him, water squishing in your shoes.

“Hey babe, did you mak…whoa.” He blinked, taking you in like you were the eighth wonder of the world. “Y/N, you’re… drenched.”

“You too, genius,” you said, swatting at the cascade dripping off his hoodie and helping him peel it off like a wet second skin. “Did you seriously run here?”

He grinned, sheepish but proud. “Kinda. Yeah. Thought if I moved fast enough, I could outrun the rain.”

“That’s not how weather works,” you deadpanned, but laughter bubbled up anyway. “Of course you did.”

“At least now I won’t be the only soggy disaster at dinner,” he smirked, lacing his cold fingers through yours and pressing a warm kiss to your equally frozen knuckles. “We’ll make a splash.”

“You mean we’ll be the splash,” you muttered, shaking your head.

6️⃣ Wonwoo:

The thing is, Wonwoo was dead asleep after practice, face down, drooling into the pillow, limbs splayed out like a crime scene chalk outline, when the door creaked open and a shadow, soaked and sinister, sloshed into his room like something out of a horror movie.

He shot upright with a dramatic gasp, hair sticking up in all directions. “What in the…?! Is that a ghost? Am I dying?!”

“The storm caught me,” you deadpanned, stepping into the soft halo of his bedside lamp like the soggy embodiment of chaos. Water dripped from your clothes onto the floor, forming a small betrayal of puddles at your feet.

Wonwoo clutched his chest with theatrical flair. “Jesus, babe! Are you trying to send me into cardiac arrest? Do I look like I have the insurance for that?”

He scrambled toward you, arms open for a hug, all sleepiness forgotten, but you stopped him with a raised palm like a traffic cop on a mission.

“Do you not see this?” you said, gesturing to your drenched figure. “I am basically a walking natural disaster right now.”

Wonwoo blinked, then tilted his head slightly as a slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. His eyes raked over you, shameless and amused. “I mean, yeah, you’re soaked… but also kind of hot.”

He stepped closer, fingers already finding your waistband, eyes glinting with faux concern. “How about I help you out of these disaster clothes before you catch a cold, or I catch feelings all over again?”

7️⃣ Woozi:

You burst into his studio like a chaotic summer storm, soaked from head to toe in your sundress, hair plastered to your cheeks, flip-flops squealing wet protests against the floor with every step. Woozi’s eyes widen in pure horror. Not at you. Never at you. At the dangerously expensive equipment sitting far too close to your dripping everything.

“Y/N!” he chokes out, half-standing from his chair like he’s just witnessed a crime scene. His gaze flickers to the mixer as if it just screamed in agony.

“I know, I know,” you say quickly, holding your hands up like a soggy fugitive. “I won’t go near the precious electronics. Breathe.”

But he’s already striding over, panic giving way to something softer the moment he sees your lips trembling and your arms hugging your torso.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asks, his voice low with concern as he pulls the studio blanket off the couch and drapes it around you, careful and tender. “You’re shivering. Why didn’t you call me?”

You give a small shrug, teeth clacking with the cold. “Didn’t wanna interrupt your genius-in-progress. You’re working on the album.”

He scoffs, pulling the blanket tighter around your frame and rubbing your arms through the fabric before leaning in to press a kiss to your damp forehead. It’s soft, grounding.

“I’m never too busy for you, dummy,” he murmurs, his words warm against your skin.

You crack a smile. “Says the man who looked ready to throw himself in front of a mixer to save it from me.”

His face goes blank for a second. “…No comment.”

You laugh, sniffling. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

8️⃣ DK:

The second you step inside, soaked head to toe like the final girl in a disaster flick, DK gasps like he's just seen the plot twist of the century. “OH NOOO, my baby!” he cries, flailing dramatically as if the rain personally betrayed him. He grabs a towel, then immediately tosses it aside to hug you first, ignoring the dripping mess.

“Yah, Dokyeom, I’m soaked.” You say, trying to squirm in his embrace. “I don’t care if I get soaked too,” he grins, holding you tighter as water soaks into his shirt. “It’s worth it for the drama.” You snort, but he’s already bundling you in the towel, muttering like a man on a mission. “Are you okay? Do we need to call your mom? The weatherman? God?” Moments later, he’s gently drying your hair, humming some sweet nothings under his breath like you’re in a K-drama montage, then hands you warm snacks with a proud flourish. “Today, we battle rain with snacks and songs,” he declares.

9️⃣ Mingyu:

You barely manage to unlock the door before Mingyu yanks it open and sweeps you inside like some overly dramatic bodyguard.

“What the hell, why didn’t you call me?!” he scolds, eyes scanning you like he’s checking for internal injuries. He’s already got a towel in one hand, helping your get your jacket off with the other, and a scowl on his face that somehow makes him look even more moody. He crouches to dry your soaked feet, muttering under his breath, “You’ll get sick. Your health is not a joke, babe. Do I need to tattoo that on your forehead?” You try to argue, but he silences you with a look and a steaming mug of tea. Within minutes, he’s thrown your wet clothes in the wash, lit a candle that smells like pine and something expensive, and pulled you into his lap like you're made of glass. “Sit. Blanket. No negotiations.”

His arms wrap around you tightly as he grumbles, “This is exactly why I need to build you an umbrella drone. Or at least install a weather-tracking chip in your jacket.” You laugh, and he finally softens, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Can I say a word now or should I mourn the rain again?” You say pushing his chest jokingly.

“Next time, call me. Or I swear I’ll start carrying you to work in a bubble.”

1️⃣0️⃣ Minghao:

Minghao looks up from his sketchpad, long fingers still curled around a steaming mug of tea, just as you burst in, dripping, breathless, and looking like a stray cat caught in a typhoon. His eyebrow arches, lips twitching at the corners. “You walked in that?” he asks, voice laced with disbelief and the barest hint of a laugh. “I missed the forecast,” you mumble, hugging yourself as the storm thunders behind you. He closes his sketchbook with a sigh, rising with that dancer's elegance that always makes your stomach flip. “Of course you did,” he murmurs, gliding over to take your freezing hands in his warm ones. “Let’s get you dry first. Then we will talk about whatever this decision-making of yours was.”

Minghao moves like he’s choreographing the moment, towel, robe, and herbal tea, all appearing like magic. He tucks you into the corner of his couch like a fragile porcelain doll, fussing with your hair and the temperature of the tea. “Storms have beauty too,” he says softly, brushing wet strands from your forehead with the gentlest touch. “But next time, text me, and I’ll come running with a giant umbrella. Or better, tell me to pick you up.” "You are acting as if I did it on purpose." You say while taking a sip of the tea. He chuckles, eyes fond. “Nothing that you do can surprise me anymore.”

1️⃣1️⃣ Seungkwan: Seungkwan opens the door mid-rant about a variety show clip he just saw, then screeches when he sees you soaked through. “Oh my GOD, my poor baby! What happened?! Was it a typhoon?!”

You can’t even get a word in before he’s dragging you inside, you see him running to the bathroom coming out in just under 3 seconds with a towel in one hand, his comfiest pajama set in the other.

He’s full-on dramatic, gasps, exaggerated shivers, fake crying. But in between the performance, he’s genuinely doting, drying your hair with such care you almost fall asleep.

“Babe, you are low-key punching me with the towel at this point.” You try to say as you push his hands away from your face. “Next time, I’ll call the weather app manager myself. How dare they not warn us?” he says with a sniff.

“Oh my god, you are such a drama queen.” You say holding his hands, feeling him melt under your touch. “Next time, please call me.” He says dropping the towel and holding your face. “Will do.”

1️⃣2️⃣Vernon: You come in soaked, and Vernon glances up from the couch, blinking once. “Whoa. Did it pour only on you?” he says, calm as ever. He gets up, trying not to laugh at how dishevelled you look, but the amused smirk is already forming. “You look like a Studio Ghibli character after a rain scene.” Still, he quickly moves towards you, helping you get out of the soaked trench coat and trying to salvage whatever can be done to your completely drenched work bag, and guides you to the bathroom. “Hot shower. Now. I’ll find some socks too.”

Later, as you’re curled up next to him, warm and dry, he nudges you with a grin: “Kind of romantic though. You, running through the rain to get back to me. Very drama-core.” “Maybe next time we can meet at my place since it is closer to work?” You say, nuzzling your nose in his chest. “How about next time you call me so I can make sure my girl does not transform into a mermaid halfway down the street?” He says, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

1️⃣3️⃣ Dino: As soon as you walk through the door, dripping from head to toe and hair plastered to your face, Chan blinks in shock, then bursts into action like it's an emergency drill.

“Wait, babe, don’t move!” he says, slipping across the floor in socks to grab a towel. He wraps it around you, muttering, “You’ll catch a cold, baby…” while fussing like an adorable mom.

He’s all warm hands, worried eyes, and awkward but sweet scolding. Helping you pat dry your hair, helping you get out of your squeaky sneakers and removing the uncomfortable weat and sticky clothes.

Five minutes later, he’s got you in his hoodie, a hot drink in your hands, and insists you sit on the couch while he throws your clothes into the dryer. “Next time, text me. I’ll come with an umbrella like a real boyfriend.” “I did call you.” You say, taking a sip of the tea. “Twice.” His face drops, not even daring to check his phone and argue with you on it. “How about you tell me what your schedule is for the week so I can pick you up.” He says with a guilty smile, patting your hair.

[woozisprincess]

Seventeen's reaction to you wanting to run through the entire group

You want to run through the Seventeen members like you're on the track team.

Seventeen x Fem Reader

Super suggestive, entirely talk about sex, Soonyoung wants a threesome, they are all dtf, it's the same scenario but if each member were the first to find out, reader gets called a slut (lovingly), unedited bs

Seungcheol

"Really?" He looks at you with a raised brow. Not what he was expecting when he asked if you had a crush on any of them. Was hoping you'd say him, but he supposes this can work in his favor. He leaned close to you, grabbing by the waist. "Well, you could always start with me." And if he got his way, you won't even think about the others once he's done. You thought a night with the leader was a great way to kick off your excursions.

Jeonghan

All of them? Not that he was judging. Just sounded like a lot of effort. Also Cheol's really possessive, the maknae doesn't like to share either, and Soonyoung is such a brag. So many things to consider, and work around. Sounds like more effort than it's worth. But then again... Sense you're offering. "I don't know about those other guys, but I can promise you won't regret a night with me."

Shua

Well that's... Not information that he asked for, but go off. "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." Dumb response. What does that even mean? Truthfully, out of everyone you did not mean to tell Joshua. Sweet, gentle Joshua. You apologize for your poor manners. Joshua thought for a moment. "Well I'm not exactly a perfect gentleman all the time." He smiled at you. Sum bout' how he said it. Did that mean what you thought it meant?

Junhui

"Damn, girl!" The reaction was automatic. "Like the whole team!?" You confirmed. After the initial shock Jun actually could not care less, just another thing about you that he probably shouldn't know, but you told him regardless. "Well... Shit," he muttered, "let me know when it's my turn." He might not care all that much, but he's not fucking stupid. If a bad bitch wants him, a bad bitch wants him.

Soonyoung

"Oh bet!? Can I go first!?" That's it. He jumps at the opportunity laid out before him, does not give a fuck that his band mates also take up space in your mind. Was actually weirdly into the fact that you wanted them all. Would you have two of them at once? That'd be so hot. Is giddy when you agreed to let him go first as long as he bought you dinner first. Told the whole group he hit. However, was a real one and did not tell them that they were potentially next.

Wonu

Oh? Okay then? You didn't even say it directly, but from how you were literally growling when talking about each member during the performance? Yeah you wanted that cookie, you wanted the whole fucking box of cookies. The bakers dozen, if you will. "Someone's libido is fucked." He mentioned, casually. You went flush after realizing how fucking feral you were acting. "Hey, you want what you want. I want you too, if that makes you feel any better." It did. It made you feel a lot better.

Jihoon

Could you even do that? Like that's a lot of dudes. Your body would need breaks, surely. He had no clue why he was focusing on the logistics so much, but he knew proper protection was a must. "Make sure they all wear condoms, don't get distracted." Solid piece of advice, but not the response you were expecting. Jihoon then showed you that he was ready for you anywhere and anytime by opening a random drawer in his studio, revealing a box of condoms. Extra large. Oh my god. You 100% put those condoms to use.

Dokyeom

"Sorry? What? Sorry?" He short circuited. You patted his shoulder and apologized. "Nononononono." You shouldn't apologize, it's your body! Oh, for freaking him out? No he's not freaking out... He's a grown man, perfectly capable of listening to a beautiful woman's sexual desires, especially if he's a part of them. "I just-" he sputters. "Me too?" Yes? Oh. So nice of you. Very generous. "Thank you." Adorable. You couldn't wait to ravage him.

Mingyu

Big softie, immediately asked to take you out for dinner. You grin at the prospect of princess treatment. And boy was he generous. Most selfless lover you've ever had. And the date itself was magical, he pulled out all the romantic stops. Truly, that night you didn't just fuck, Kim Mingyu, you made love to him. Definitely happening again... After you make your rounds though. Mingyu completely forgot you wanted to fuck the team. Was chill about it though. Very happy you had plans to return to him.

Minghao

"What do you mean by that?" You looked at him like he was stupid, confirming his suspicions. Another one you didn't actually tell, it just slipped out. While watching them practice, you pointed out Jihoon and Hoshi, started singing that two bad bitches song. Then muttered 'actually, all these bad bitches.' Minghao's interest was piqued. Really, the last person you wanted to tell was Hao, he could be awful... Judgey. But he was surprisingly very open minded. You supposed it wasn't that out of character. "So is this like a mission, or a fantasy?" Mission? Cool. "I'm very in support of women taking control of their sexuality's." Aka, 'I'm down to fuck.'

Seungkwan

"Slut." Automatic. Not a single regret. To be fair, he was calling you that already. You couldn't argue with him either. This would be the sluttiest thing you've ever attempted. Seungkwan was so proud. "You know you're gonna have to amp it up if you wanna pull the whole team, right?" Told you what to wear for who, how to act around who. Made you a slide show full of info, though, he gave you no info on himself. But then he finished his lecture and said. "And about the sex part, can't be a good slut unless you've had some proper experience." His voice was low when he spoke. And you had complete faith that Boo Seungkwan could make the best slut.

Vernon

"baller." He meant that shit too. High-key a power move. He's sure you'd have them all whipped in no time. And some of them liked to fucking spend! Not only could you have dick whenever you wanted, and also multiple lovers for different moods, but dinner dates, lunch dates, cuddle seshes, shoes, purses, nails, hair, Lego sets! Whatever you wanted! The world was your oyster! Vernon's always liked a woman who knows what she wants. "Question. Can you choke me?" The answer was yes.

Dino

"Reaaallllyyyy?" Chan wasn't judging. Okay he was judging a little bit, but just because it was his hyungs. "They're all so... Bleh." Like sure they were attractive and talented, but they were also his hyungs. He just didn't get it. What did they have that he didn't? Well a few of them are really buff... Some of them have quite the way with words... And Hoshi and Jeonghan were charismatic... So maybe they had a lot. But still, they're his hyungs!!! "Don't even bother with those guys, I'm sure once we're done you won't even want them." Only one way to find out.

(⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

A/N: I want to run through svt like I'm on the track team. I really like Kwan's, like yes, training ark. Jihoon said wrap it losers!!!

Anyways, if you liked this pls talk to me about it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Comments or reblogs appreciated.

[itsmahree]

[incorrect-svt-quotes]

#267

[first meetings]

Seungcheol: I really like your name.

Jihoon: Thanks, I got it for my birthday.

Wonwoo, whispering to Seungcheol: Hyung, you sure you want him?

[acrosstheujiverse]

illustrated his personality to perfection ! )^o^(

woozi as a boyfriend is quiet warmth. he’s not loud with affection, but he’s constant—small things, like remembering how you take your tea, or tucking a blanket around you when you fall asleep on the couch. he doesn’t say “i love you” often, but when he does, it’s soft and sure and never rushed. he sends songs he writes at 3am, not saying they’re about you, but they are. he notices everything—when you’re off, when you’re overwhelmed, when you’re quietly happy—and he responds without fanfare, just a gentle hand on your back or a look that says he understands. he gets flustered by big romantic gestures but secretly keeps every note you write him, every photo of you together, stored like little treasures. he won’t always say it, but he shows it—in time, in presence, in unwavering belief in you. loving woozi means learning to read the silences, and finding that they’re full of everything he can’t quite say out loud.

[hansrkive]

STILL THE SAME (K.MG)

Everything changed yet everything was still the same between You and Mingyu.

౨ৎ PAIRING: kim mingyu x afab!reader

౨ৎ GENRE: angst angst angst

౨ৎ TAGS: one-shot and literally just sad stuff.

౨ৎ NOTES: wanted something sad to write lmao ++ i figured i’d write my one-shots in second person pov with x reader and my full blown aus in third person pov with x ocs!

౨ৎ HYPERLINKS: pinned post, ko-fi, seventeen’s master-list, and mingyu's master-list.

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 1.15K words.

365 DAYS AFTER.

It was as if no one had lived in the house up on the hill. Dust had accumulated by the old fireplace where you once shared your dreams. The old coffee table where you planned your lives were now home to chipmunks who chewed what was left. As the walls that gave you comfort chipped away into dirt gathered slowly on the floor you once danced on, you gave the house one last look as you locked the main door — locking every bit of memory you made into the decrepit, old house. “This house is such a waste,” the buyer sighed as you gave her the keys. “Have you told the other owner you sold it?” she asked.

“He agreed to it, don’t worry,” you smiled bitterly. “So, everything’s done, right?”

“Yeah, we’re all good,” the buyer said. “Do you want a picture with the house? For old times' sake?” the buyer offered.

You hesitantly agreed. Nothing’s bad with one last memory, right? You gave your phone to the buyer and posed in front of the main door. Tears were trying to escape from your eyes, but you pushed through.

You weren’t the type to dwell on the past. You knew that it would just do more harm than good. In your mind, Mingyu has probably moved on with someone new, with someone ready to marry him. Since you broke up, you and Mingyu haven’t seen each other for precisely 365 days. But since you both owned the house you sold earlier this morning, you had to give his share of the money. Did you dread seeing him? Yes. Did you want the Earth to swallow you up instead? Yes.

But you were also curious — curious to see what had changed.

Was he still wearing the necklace you gave him?

Probably not anymore.

Has he changed his hair color to brown? He always wanted to do that.

His hair is different.

Does he still love you?

Maybe, or not.

“Y/N,” a voice called you by a nickname only one knew. As you lifted your head, you saw Mingyu on the other side of the pedestrian lane. Still wearing the necklace, still the same hair color, still the same Mingyu you loved, yet still the same Mingyu you broke.

Without any hesitation, as soon as the walking green man appeared, Mingyu ran towards you as if you were still together — all smiles with a glint of hope shimmering in his eyes. “It’s starting to rain. Let’s go to my car.” Mingyu offered. Drops of rain started to come fast. You didn’t have much choice but to agree. His car was probably the last place you wanted to be in.

“I’ll just give you the cheque and call a cab,” you mumbled as you both got in the car. It was still the same — as if nothing had changed over the past year. The fuzzy dice you won at a festival were still dangling at the rear-view mirror, and the makeup holder you bought was still there, full of unused makeup you had left before you broke up. “You still kept this?” you chuckled, holding the makeup holder to check it. “Your girlfriend might not like this. You still have your exes’ stuff.”

“What girlfriend?” Mingyu asked. “I’m single.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t had any since, you know,” Mingyu whispered. “I tried, but I also couldn’t.”

You were shocked, to say the least. You imagined him being with someone. It was easier that way. Mingyu having someone new would’ve been better for you. At least you knew you didn’t have a chance. “How about you?” Mingyu asked, his gaze softened as you played with the hem of your shirt.

“Same,” you whispered. “My sister gave me a reality check. She told me I might break the next person like I broke you if I don’t fix myself,” you laughed.

“You didn’t break me, Y/N,” Mingyu promised, his hand itching to hold yours. “You never did.”

365 DAYS BEFORE.

The lights leading up to yours and Mingyu’s home illuminated the street perfectly. As you walked on the steep hill, coming back home from work was tiring, yet relaxing at the same time. Since the house was the farthest on the street, you and Mingyu had a fantastic view of the city — twinkling city lights, honking cars, and skyscrapers kissing the clouds. “You didn’t have to fetch me from the bus stop, babe,” you laughed as Mingyu carried your bags.

“It’s a different day.” Mingyu smiled. “I wanted to be different.”

As you reached your home, you did notice something different. The lawn was freshly cut, the poinsettias had tiny ribbons on them, and there was a faint smell of coconut and vanilla inside the house. “Did you do something?” you asked as you opened the door. You were right, there was something different.

Rose petals were scattered on the floor, candles illuminated the living room, red and pink balloons were floating on the ceiling, and the four words you avoided were plastered on the wall — waiting for an answer. “Mingyu,” you whispered, shocked at the scene before you. You turned around to see Mingyu on his knee, a diamond ring on his hand.

“I always knew that I wanted to marry you, that I wanted to be your husband. Right from the start, as you walked right in front of me during first day of college, right there and then, I knew you were the one.” Mingyu spoke with clarity, his gaze never leaving yours. “Y/N, will you allow me to spend eternity with you?”

“Mingyu,” you stuttered. “I’m sorry.”

365 DAYS AFTER.

“Still, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, tears finally escaping your eyes as you released all the emotions you’ve bottled up over the past year. “I just left. Without listening to you. Without saying anything. I was just scared, Mingyu,” you said. “I was scared that we would be like my parents. I know, it’s not an excuse, but still. I’m so sorry.”

“If you told me about this, I would’ve understood, Y/N.” Mingyu fretted, finally letting his hand touch yours without any hesitation or doubts. “I love you, that’s all that matters. If you were scared about us becoming your parents, so be it. I’ll do what they didn’t do, fight for us.”

“I’m sorry,” you finally sobbed loudly, your shoulders relaxed as you tightened your grip on Mingyu’s hand. “Please forgive me.”

“You never had to say sorry, Y/N,” Mingyu said as he wiped the tears on your cheeks. “Can we start again?” Mingyu asked.

“One year was too long, Gyu,” you laughed. “We could just hit play again. I mean, it feels like nothing has changed. We’re still the same.”

As you both let your bottled-up emotions out, Mingyu grabbed your face and kissed your lips softly, a part of your face he knew all too well.

“Still the same.” Mingyu smiled.

[master-tonberry]

SEVENTEEN UNIT PHOTOBOOK Episode C

[svtcatcafe]

[kikixmisfortune]

Woozi ponytail had me in a tailspin.

Still does tbh

[brunette-lily-evans]

watching nana bnb is actually a terrible idea to do when i’m hungry. or even when im not hungry. like there will be something that they make and i’ll think “oh it doesn’t look thatttt good maybe ill be fine without it” and the members try it and start singing praises and im like …aw man

[jeonsupershy]

2025 carat revival : dynamics week 'this road is beautiful, because I have you walking beside me' no one loves seventeen more than seventeen loves each other🤍

[oceannote]

Seventeen Reaction—Him saying 'I love you' for the first time. (Hyung Line)

Note from author: My lovessss, the feedback on my previous one was soooooo good that now I have 101 ideas for these, so here is a little something longer for you guys. Hope you will enjoy🤍🤍 Summary: OT13's saying I love you for the first time in their relationship. Warnings: Established relationship

1️⃣ S.Coups:

You were sick, the can’t-even-stand-up kind of sick, where everything from your head to your stomach throbbed in waves and the screen on your phone looked like a blurry mess of meaningless colours. You hadn’t expected your super busy idol boyfriend to drop everything, his packed schedule, rehearsals, meetings, and all … to show up at your apartment like a one-man rescue squad.

But here he was. Choi Seungcheol, dressed in sweats and a cap pulled low over his eyes, sitting cross-legged on your bed and literally spoon-feeding you warm chicken soup he made himself. You could smell the ginger and garlic, comforting, healing. And him? He looked a mix of focused, annoyed, and oddly soft.

“Yah, Cheol…” you murmured hoarsely, your voice cracking against your sore throat. “You don’t have to baby me this much, seriously.”

You tried to push his hand away, half-heartedly, barely lifting your arm, but the full spoon hovered stubbornly in front of your mouth.

“Eat. And stop giving me an attitude.” he said with no room for negotiation, nudging the spoon gently against your closed lips.

You gave in, swallowing the warm broth slowly, even though every muscle in your face protested. You sighed. “I feel like shit… and now I made you come all the way here. I shouldn’t have told you I was sick. That was dumb.”

That hit him the wrong way.

He dropped the spoon into the bowl with a loud clink and placed it on the nightstand, already cluttered with tissues, cough drops, and a half-empty bottle of water, with a bit more force than necessary.

His expression shifted.

“You really know how to piss me off when you talk like that.” His voice was low and sharp, eyes locked on yours, serious, unwavering. “Do you honestly think I’d just stay busy while knowing you’re lying here, dizzy, shaking, and not eating?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he leaned in closer, his elbow resting on the bed beside you, his face just inches from yours now.

“I love you.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “So much that the idea of you going through this alone makes my chest feel like it’s being crushed.”

You blinked, stunned, not by the words themselves, but by the weight of them. You knew he cared. You knew he was protective. But this? This was the first time he’d said it out loud.

He noticed your silence and continued, softer this time.

“Don’t act like you're a burden. You're not. You're mine, and I show up for the people I love. Especially you.”

You swallowed hard, eyes stinging, but it wasn’t the fever this time.

“…You love me?” You croaked.

He exhaled, reaching to tuck a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead. “Yeah. I thought that was obvious already.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “But I guess you needed to hear it, huh?”

You nodded, barely able to speak.

“Now shut up and eat your soup,” he said gently, bringing the spoon back to your lips. “I’m not leaving until you feel like yourself again.”

And you knew he meant it.

2️⃣ Jeonghan:

It was late evening, the golden hour long gone, and the park had grown quiet, lit only by the warm glow of scattered lampposts and the faint hum of distant city noise. Jeonghan’s arm rested comfortably over your shoulders, your fingers laced with his as you strolled slowly through the cool air.

“You’re so dumb,” you said between bursts of laughter, playfully bumping his side. “How could you even say that to him with a straight face?”

Jeonghan grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked down at you like he was the proudest man alive.

“I just have a natural talent for persuasion,” he said with mock seriousness. “People believe me when I say things. It’s a gift.” Then, without warning, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, casual, but lingering just enough to make your heart flutter.

“For sureee,” you drawled sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his smug tone.

That’s when he smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Yah,” he said, bumping your shoulder gently. “You’d cry if I told you I loved you.”

Your laughter faded ever so slightly, the teasing grin still frozen on your face, but your heart… it skipped. Just once, but loud enough to echo in your ears.

You looked up at him, intending to fire back with another sarcastic remark, but stopped short when you saw his expression change. His gaze locked with yours, and for a moment, something shifted in the air between you, like the pause before a song’s final note.

He stopped walking, hand still in yours. His smile faltered just a little. “I mean…” he began, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. His eyes flicked away for the briefest second before returning to yours. “I do.”

You blinked. “What?”

A nervous chuckle escaped him, something rare, something genuine. His free hand moved up to scratch the back of his neck, his signature flustered tell.

“I do love you,” he repeated, this time without teasing, without the playful glint. “No games. No drama.” He swallowed, the moment hitting him as hard as it did you. “I really, really love you.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But it was real. And for someone like Jeonghan, always toeing the line between mischief and charm, this was him being completely unguarded.

You stood there in the quiet path, the world briefly narrowing to just the two of you. His fingers tightened ever so slightly around yours, as if silently asking you to say something, anything, but also okay if you didn’t.

Because for once, he wasn’t trying to win. He was just trying to be honest.

3️⃣ Joshua:

You arrived at your boyfriend’s apartment in a quiet rush, breath shallow with anticipation. The hours felt like sand slipping through your fingers, only a few remained before Joshua would fly to the States for a music video shoot. You let yourself in with the spare key he’d shyly handed to you just under two weeks ago, his thumb brushing your palm when he placed it there, murmuring, "Use it whenever you need me."

You stepped into the apartment expecting him to greet you like always, waiting barefoot by the hallway with that soft smile and open arms. But this time… nothing. The space was still. Quiet. Almost unusually so. Just a warm, dim light spilled from the living room, casting long, gentle shadows on the walls.

“Joshua? Babe?” you called out, slipping off your shoes, your voice echoing a little too much in the silence. “Are you here?”

Still no answer. You padded softly toward the light.

What met you in the living room stopped you cold.

There, on the couch, sat a beautiful handcrafted wooden basket, overflowing with items that tugged immediately at your memory. Around fifteen or twenty balloons floated gently above, tethered by strings, each string held a small, square photo clipped delicately onto it. Pictures of you and Joshua: laughing over street food, asleep on his shoulder during a movie night, holding hands in the reflection of a cafe window.

You felt your breath catch.

Your feet moved toward the couch without thought, drawn in by the overwhelming intimacy of it all. Your fingers hovered over the contents of the basket, your chest tightening as you noticed your favorite moisturizer, your go-to ramen flavor, your comfort tea blend, even a fresh tin of ceremonial matcha complete with a bamboo whisking set, the exact one you’d once pointed out in a shop window, only half-joking.

You were so wrapped up in it, you didn’t even hear the front door open. Or the soft steps behind you. Not until a pair of arms slid gently around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar warmth.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hand clutching your chest. “You scared me.”

You turned to find Joshua’s face, all dimples and starlight, that boyish grin lighting him up from the inside out.

“Sorry,” he murmured, brushing a kiss over your temple. “You like it?”

You looked at him, eyes wide and full. “Joshua, it’s… it’s beautiful. But what is all this?”

He took your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles before turning it over and holding it between both of his.

“I know I’ll be gone for a while,” he said softly, thumb grazing over your skin, “and I hated the thought of you missing me and feeling lonely here… so I wanted to make sure that if you stayed, you’d still feel like you. Like this place was still warm, still full of your little comforts.”

He motioned toward the basket. “I remembered all the stuff you love. Even the tea you drink when you’re stressed… I wanted you to feel like home was still here.”

You blinked, heart swelling so full you didn’t know where to put the feeling. “Babe, this is too much. I can’t just…”

“Don’t even start,” he said, waving a hand in the air with a smile. Then, slowly, his expression softened. His voice dropped, quiet and steady, his eyes fixed on yours like he was afraid to miss a single second of your reaction.

“I really do love you, Y/N,” he said.

Time stopped.

“I love you. And I want you to feel at home in my home… because that’s exactly what you’ve made me feel since the day we met.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The air between you shimmered, delicate and fragile and impossibly real.

4️⃣ Jun:

The flight had just taken off toward Shenzhen, and to your surprise, the cabin was quieter than expected. A handful of other passengers occupied the business class section, which gave the whole space a soft, calm energy. You weren’t complaining. Between the plush seats, warm lighting, and Jun sitting just one divider away, things felt oddly peaceful, like a hidden pocket of the world that belonged just to the two of you.

Getting here, though? Chaos.

Dating Jun for the past three months had been more than anything you could’ve dreamed of, sweet, thrilling, a little surreal. But it also meant dealing with the quiet storm of secrecy that came with being in a relationship with someone constantly under public scrutiny. Getting through the airport without being recognized had taken careful planning, disguises, separate entrances, decoy staff. Honestly, it had felt more like a spy movie than a trip for a photoshoot.

“You good, babe?” Jun’s voice broke through the silence, soft and laced with concern. It came from just beyond the seat divider between you.

You pressed the button that lowered the partition and turned to look at him. His eyes met yours immediately, warm and attentive.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied with a reassuring smile, reaching across the small space to squeeze his hand. “Just… a little nervous to meet your parents.”

Jun winced playfully, lips pulling into a tight smile. “Ahh, yeah. Sorry about that. I know it’s a lot, especially this early on. But I didn’t want you just waiting around in a hotel room while I was off doing the shoot. It didn’t feel right.”

Your smile softened. “I don’t mind, really. I’d wait for you for ages if you needed me to.”

Something flickered across his face at your words, a look that passed so quickly you almost missed it. It wasn’t surprise, exactly. More like something in him had been seen, understood, and it showed in the way his gaze suddenly dropped, shy and thoughtful.

He didn’t say anything. Just gently brought your hand to his lap and held it there, fingers laced.

About an hour drifted by. You both spoke in that quiet, easy rhythm that only people truly comfortable with each other can fall into. Talk of schedules, weekend cravings, a practice video on Jun’s phone that had you laughing until your sides hurt. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you didn’t. But even in silence, your fingers stayed intertwined over the seat divider, a little rebellion against the world that had made you hide.

“Thank you again, babe.” Jun said suddenly, voice low, as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“For what?” you asked, eyes scanning his expression.

“For coming with me on this trip,” he said, his eyes meeting yours in that full, sincere way of his. “I know you had to move a lot of things around. Work. Meetings. Everything.”

“Jun…” You shook your head gently, your thumb brushing against the back of his hand. “You don’t have to thank me. If anything, I should be the one thanking you, for letting me be part of this side of your life.”

He was quiet for a moment. The cabin lights dimmed slightly as if giving the moment a stage.

Jun shifted a little in his seat and looked down, then back at you, this time more hesitant, more exposed.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately,” he started, voice softer than before. “And I don’t want to freak you out or rush anything but… I love you.”

The words hung in the air, not loud, but clear, like he’d been holding them in for a while, trying to find the exact right moment, and finally realizing that maybe there was no such thing. Just the right person.

Your breath caught slightly. Not because you hadn’t felt it too, you had, but because hearing it out loud from someone like Jun, who thought so deeply before he spoke, who held things close to his chest… It meant something.

Your heart was racing, but your voice came out steady.

“Jun…” you whispered, eyes stinging in the best way. “I love you too.”

The smile that bloomed across his face wasn’t his usual stage grin, it was something softer, more vulnerable. He brought your hand up again, this time pressing a kiss to your palm, then resting it against his cheek.

“Good,” he murmured with a small, breathy laugh. “That’s… really good.”

5️⃣ Hoshi:

Hoshi was driving you home after your date night, the car still echoing with laughter and the occasional sarcastic jab as you both recounted your chaotic escape room adventure.

“Yah, you should be thanking me,” he said, eyes flicking between the road and you, a wide grin stretched across his face. “If it weren’t for me, we’d still be in there, dusting the floor with our jackets and sniffing around for clues like detectives in a bad drama.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Thank you?! Hoshi, the clue was right in front of your face and you still managed to walk past it three times.”

He gasped dramatically. “Okay, wow. There were like, 500 things on that board. How was I supposed to know it was that one weird riddle we needed?” he replied, turning the wheel with a flourish as he entered your street.

“You literally could have all the answers handed to you and still miss the most obvious one,” you said, smirking as you turned your head to face him.

He glanced over, already looking at you. But this time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was replaced with something softer, a quiet kind of intensity. His gaze lingered, and for a second, everything in the car went still. The playful air settled into something warm. Familiar. Different.

Then the car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment building.

“Well, here you are, miss,” he said, slipping back into character with a mock-posh accent. “Back at your royal quarters.”

You smiled, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Thanks, babe,” you said, leaning across the console with a playful pout.

Hoshi met you halfway, lips brushing yours in a kiss that was supposed to be brief… but the moment it ended, he was already chasing another.

“One more,” he murmured, catching your lips again, and again. Each kiss lingered a little longer, held a little more.

You laughed against his mouth. “Hosh, I really have to go,” you said breathlessly, pulling back just enough to reach for the door handle.

But before you could step out, his hand gently grabbed yours.

“Wait,” he said, and this time, his voice had none of the usual flair or teasing. It was just him, raw, unfiltered.

“I love you. Like… seriously. I really love you.”

Your heart stopped for a beat, caught between the familiar warmth of his laughter and the weight of his words.

He blinked, suddenly sheepish but not backing down. “I didn’t plan to say it like that. But I’ve been thinking it for a while. Tonight just… made it impossible not to say it.”

You stared at him, a soft smile forming on your lips as your fingers squeezed his gently.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

His face lit up in a way that made your chest ache, like he had just won a prize he didn’t even realize he was scared of losing.

“Now,” he grinned, confidence back in full force, “that was the real clue I’ve been looking for all night.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, just once more, before stepping out of the car with your heart full.

6️⃣ Wonwoo:

“Maybe if we put the pillows up there instead of at the bottom of the blanket, we could see the stars better,” Wonwoo says, crouching beside the blanket he just spread across the park hill. He points up toward the slope behind your heads like he’s mapping out constellations.

You glance over at him, amused. “The stars will look the same from every angle, babe,” you reply, your hands busy digging through his backpack for the snacks you both brought.

“Yes,” he hums thoughtfully, already settling into position with his head tilted downhill, “but we’ll be upside down and you’ll get nauseous. You always do.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I don’t always.”

“Mm. You do,” he says with a quiet grin, the kind that makes his cheekbones rise and his eyes nearly disappear. He pats the space next to him without looking.

You sigh with a smile, give in, and lie down beside him, head resting against his chest, your leg brushing against his. His arm moves naturally around your shoulders, and his fingers find yours without needing to search.

The breeze flows gently through the rustling trees around the edge of the park, cool but not cold. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn sounds and then fades away, leaving you both in the stillness again. The only thing you hear clearly now is the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, pulsing under your cheek. It’s faster than usual.

“You okay?” you murmur, eyes on the stars that pepper the sky like salt on black velvet.

“Yeah,” he says, but there’s a beat of hesitation in his voice. “Why?”

“You just feel… tense.”

He doesn’t answer right away. You can feel his gaze on you, his eyes watching the way your fingers absentmindedly trace along his knuckles. But you don’t press. You know him well enough by now to let him take his time.

A long sigh leaves his chest, and then his voice comes low, quieter than usual. “You know… since my mom passed, I’ve found myself looking up more. At the stars, I mean. It’s strange. I never really noticed them before.”

You squeeze his hand gently, your voice soft but steady. “She’s up there now. I imagine there’s some peace in that. Knowing she’s watching over you.”

He nods against the blanket. “Yeah. It’s peaceful… but also kind of lonely.”

You don’t rush to fill the silence that follows. It stretches between you like a bridge, not uncomfortable, just open. His fingers tighten slightly around yours, then loosen again.

Then, after another quiet breath, he says it, like it’s been sitting behind his ribs for months, waiting for the right moment to break free.

“I don’t say things like this lightly,” he starts, and you can feel his chest rise with the effort. “But I love you.”

It’s not dramatic. He doesn’t sit up or turn to look at you. He just says it into the air, like a truth he no longer wants to hold inside.

You blink up at the stars, heart catching in your throat.

And then, slowly, you tilt your face up toward his.

“I know,” you whisper. “I love you too.”

He smiles down at you, not with his lips, but with his eyes, the kind of smile that lingers even after you’ve stopped looking.

7️⃣ Woozi:

You’d been dating Woozi for a little over three months now, three full months of proudly carrying the “girlfriend” title like a badge of honour. In that time, you’d spent more hours curled up in his studio than you had at your own family’s home in the past three years. It had almost become routine: late nights on the cold leather couch, your legs tucked under you, scrolling on your phone while he hovered over his laptop or piano, trying to push through creative blocks. You never minded. Being near him, even in silence, always felt right.

Still, there was one thing you couldn’t help but notice.

Woozi had never said “I love you.” Not once.

You didn’t doubt his feelings. Not even a little. He showed them in his own quiet, thoughtful way, pulling you closer when you shivered, placing your favourite snack on the desk without a word, walking you home even if it meant doubling back in the freezing cold. He showed love, but never spoke it.

And for a man who pours his emotions into lyrics and sings them before thousands of screaming fans, he was… oddly guarded when it came to saying anything about how he felt.

That’s when it hit you again, like it always did, as you sat back in your usual spot, legs folded, scrolling absently on your phone while Woozi worked silently, fingers dancing over his MIDI keyboard.

Then, out of the blue:

“Should we get some food?”

His voice was soft but cut through the quiet of the room like a snare hit. You blinked, looking up from your phone.

“I mean, I’m not really hungry,” you replied, eyes still half-focused on your screen, “but if you want something, I can go grab it for you.”

There was a pause.

“…You’d go get food just for me?” he asked, a subtle smile in his voice.

You glanced up to find him fully turned toward you, one eyebrow lifted, arms resting casually over the back of his chair.

“Yeah?” you said with a soft laugh. “Why’s that so surprising?”

He leaned back in his chair slightly, squinting at you as if trying to read something between the lines of your face.

“I don’t know. It’s just…” he trailed off, thoughtful. “Why would you go out of your way like that? Just for me.”

You tilted your head. “Because you’re my boyfriend? And I deeply care about you? Isn’t that… kinda how it works?”

He laughed under his breath, but there was something different in his expression now. Not amusement. Something softer. Maybe even a little vulnerable.

Woozi turned fully toward you and rested his elbows on his knees, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his sleeve, a rare crack in his normally composed demeanour.

“I know I’m not the best at saying things,” he admitted quietly. “You probably noticed that by now.”

You gave him a gentle look. “I mean… it’s crossed my mind.”

He exhaled a small chuckle. “Figures.”

There was a stretch of silence then, not awkward, but full. Like he was weighing every word carefully before letting it go. His fingers tapped against the armrest, eyes flicking to you and back down to the floor.

Then:

“I think about it a lot. Saying it. But then I overthink it, and it gets stuck in my throat.”

You blinked slowly, your heart catching a little in your chest.

“Saying what?”

He looked at you then. Really looked. No smirk, no guardedness. Just him.

“That I love you.”

The room felt suddenly too still. Like the world paused to let those words echo.

You sat there, stunned for a moment, warmth rising in your chest and blooming all the way to your fingertips.

“I… I wasn’t waiting for you to say it,” you whispered, smiling gently. “But I’m really happy you did.”

Woozi gave a tiny, almost embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I should’ve said it earlier,” he murmured. “You’ve been here for me more times than I can count, and I… I just didn’t want to say it before I was sure I meant it the way you deserve to hear it.”

You stood from the couch and walked over to him, wrapping your arms gently around his shoulders as he stayed seated. His hands instinctively found your waist.

“You always show it,” you said against his hair. “But… it means a lot to hear it too.”

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, cheeks faintly flushed.

“Then I’ll start saying it more,” he said with a quiet smile.

“I love you.”

This time, it came easier.

And you knew he meant every word.

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seventeen fic recs pt. 2

main masterlist - pt. 1

· ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs, so pls reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

coffee talk - ( @wqnwoos ) fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

bias - ( @wooahaes ) fluff, slice of life, vernon idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

mr. nice guy - ( @toruro ) smut, next door neighbor!joshua au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

confession - ( @nonranghaes ) bf!shua, fluff, slice of life, this is so cute sldfjshldjfkh

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - ( @hansols-yoda-boxers ) smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

2am conversations - ( @wqnwoos ) bf!jeonghan, slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

the long way - ( @trblsvt ) model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - ( @duhnova ) smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

poker match - ( @hoshifighting ) smut, sub!hannie, dom!reader, famous poker player!jeonghan, famous poker player!reader. he finally meets his match in every way. I LOVEEEDDD this, it´s such a fresh concept

night time questions - ( @wqnwoos ) bf!jeonghan, fluff, LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEE THIS IS SO CUTEEE :(((( had me giggling and crying at the same time

drunk and in love - ( @97-liners ) fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

lollipops and candy bars - ( @hansols-yoda-boxers ) smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

clingy - ( @tomodachiii ) hubby!gyu x pregnant!reader, fluff. so you want me to kms,,THIS IS THE FLUFFIEST PIECE I´VE READ THIS WEEK (っ °Д °;)っ ilysm

sweater paws - ( @duhnova ) smut, virgin!jeonghan. yeah so i fucking love this :D literally one of the best smut pieces out there fr, so so detailed

bad girls make good boys cry - ( @duhnova ) smut. virgin!joshua. pleeeassseeeee this is so gOODD, "first of all, you rode me till i cried" IKTR!!

reaction to their s/o appearing on going seventeen - ( @welcometomyoasis ) fluff, crack. LMAOOO i loved this sm

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - ( @hannieehaee ) angst, idol!ot13 if you know me you know i´m a wHORE for an angsty fic, it just hits a certain spot on my brain idk, and this is IT, i loved both parts

menace - ( @hannieehaee ) fluff, simp!jeonghan, when you´re the only one who can deal with him. mannn why is mingyu always the target lmao

fake dating? - ( @hannieehaee ) crack, fluff, suggestive, bff to lovers. nahhh this was too funny lmao, poor vernon

whipped - ( @gi4hao ) FLUFF, bf!wonu. this is so wHOLESOME and ihateit (not) :((((( plssssss its so cuteee

when you call them by their name - ( @emocheol ) sdkhskdhf this is too good, no them panicking

12:31 am - ( @hoasvuon ) bf!jeonghan, fluff. so...i´m so in love :´)

leave your message after the beep - ( @shuaraes ) angst, ex-bf!minghao, the way this is written,, how tf doesn´t it have at leAST 1000 notes??? its crazy!