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[writeforcarat]

Have you ever thought of making a master list maybe😮 I love your fics so much but it’s a bit difficult to search for them ㅠㅠ

Thanks for the love! <3 Now that you’ve brought it up, maybe I should start working on a master list!^^ 

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First Date With SEVENTEEN

[Dongsaeng Line]

The8 A man of many interests, Minghao has A LOT of ideas for your first date. But since you want to take your time in getting to know every bit about him, you tell him that you don't mind trying all his ideas one date at a time, but right now, you really want to go on a photo walk with him. You are not that well-versed on photography, but you've seen Minghao's sample photos, which he ever so often posts on Weibo or Instagram, and you could easily tell that he's really got an eye for photography. His composition is great and he knows how to make the little details stand out in his pictures. You spend the day clicking photos around the city. The season changing from spring to summer also gave you colourful subjects to shoot. You've never gone on a photo walk before, but now that you did, you couldn't wait to go on another. Watching you pick up a newfound hobby charming to see for Minghao, and he was more than happy to help you with the basics of photography. Exhausted from all the walking, you take a break at a café (you go for an iced latte, while he opted for some hot tea). "I bet you took nice pictures," Minghao says, prompting you to hand over your camera to him. "They're not the best, but thanks for helping me. I learned a lot." The corners of Minghao's lips tug upwards, as he viewed some of the pictures you took. "How about you?" You ask him. "How are your pictures?" He slides his camera across the table towards you. "Well, since I chose the most beautiful subject around, all the pictures I took are perfect," he says with overflowing pride, to which you playfully roll your eyes (he can be adorably conceited sometimes). You turn his camera on and browse through one photo after another. There are dozens if not more than a hundred. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, and your lips part in an effort to say something. All of the pictures Minghao took... it was all you.  You look up to face him, and as though he has read your thoughts, he smirks and says, "Didn't I just say I chose the most beautiful subject?"

Mingyu When Mingyu found out that you also enjoy cooking, he brought up the idea of a date in his kitchen. You loved the idea, of course, and decided to meet at a supermarket to get all the ingredients you need for your DIY dinner date. Even in his most comfortable clothes, Mingyu looked fine AF.  You'd never seen someone look so good just to get some grocery shopping done. Clad in a plain black shirt and jeans, with a baseball cap on, he got heads turning wherever you two went, and you felt quite proud to be by his side, as his date. Like, how could you be so lucky??? When you arrived at his flat, which was surprisingly neat albeit some misplaced objects here and there, you both went straight to the kitchen to get the cooking started. Things were really going well, until Mingyu's clumsy ass tipped a pot over, spilling pretty much all your dinner. He looked really apologetic, and while you said it's okay, he kept saying sorry (that poor puppy!). After cleaning up the mess, you decided to just have some ramyeon (whatever you learned from K-Dramas, it’s not THAT), while waiting for the kimchi rice you ordered from a restaurant in the neighbourhood. Just as he dropped you off, he apologised once again, though you cut him off as he continued to curse at his clumsiness. "Hey," you said softly to him. "I wouldn't have this first date any other way." And a smile lit up his face.

DK You and Seokmin had packed schedules and couldn't find an entirely free day that you can have to yourselves, so you agreed to keep him company during one of his visits to the orphanage. Seokmin had a dream of becoming a social worker when he was younger, and while it wasn't the career he decided to pursue having developed a deep interest in the music industry, he still tried to render some of his free time to causes he cared about. You found Seokmin at the orphanage surrounded by adorable children. He was reading them a story, complete with comical character voices and sound effects. He was also wearing a lopsided felt crown on his head and a cape that's loosely tied around his neck. When he saw you from the corner of his eye, he gestured his hand for you to come over. He dramatically introduced you to everyone as the fairest maiden in the land, making you blush. When one of the kids asked if you were a princess, he said, "No, she's a queen," giving you a playful wink, as he placed a crown that looked similar to his on your head. From there, you took over the roles of the female characters (from fairies to witches to damsels in distress) in the stories, as he delivered his best impression of kings, wizards, and knights—much to the children's amusement. As you put the kids to sleep for their afternoon nap, a little girl snuggled between you and Seokmin, asking if you two can be her mum and dad for the day. With a soft smile, Seokmin told her, "Sure, Princess," tucking her in with a plush blanket. You don't know much, but at that moment, you were certain that you couldn't love a man as much as you already loved Seokmin.  

Seungkwan You didn't plan it, so you'd be beyond thrilled to see each other wearing matching pastel outfits on your first proper date at an amusement park. Though you already knew it, this date just affirmed that, indeed, Seungkwan is one hilarious fluffball! He'd send you to fits of laughter, as you spend your day playing sideshow games, trying out rides, and indulging on classic carnival food. You just couldn't believe how he doesn't seem to run out of witty remarks to say, and on top of that, he also has his way with words sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He had decided to call you "dear," and the first time you heard it from him, you swore you could have melted!

Vernon Hansol is so chill, deciding on what to do on your first date became quite a problem for you because he's okay with anything you suggested. Like, dude, just pick one! Anyway, you ended up attending a music festival, which was a good excuse for him to wear his rather questionable fashion pieces, but tbh, you couldn't care less coz you're pretty weird yourself, too. You hopped from one concert to another, noticing how you enjoyed the same bands and genres of music. As the afternoon slipped into evening, you spread out a blanket on a grassy patch. He sat down and allowed you to recline against him, the back of your head resting on his chest. He gingerly wrapped his arms around you (a gesture of affection you didn't think he's capable of showing), as the temperature dipped and the band began to play a mellow tune. "Now, isn't this nice?" You let out a satisfied sigh in response, placing your hands on top of his. You couldn't see it, but you could tell that a smile was painted on Hansol's lips as he hugged you tighter.

Dino Oh, dear Lord. This guy is a firecracker! He loves attention, especially when he gets it from you. On your first date, he'd take you to a club. You are fun-loving yourself, so you didn't really mind the idea. You'd be clinking drinks over small conversations, but when his favourite song plays, you can bet that he'd take over the dance floor, breaking those moves he so badly wanted to show you. Holy shit, he's a great dancer. He knows it and he shows it. He basks in the cheers of the crowd surrounding him. But what you find extremely sexy, though, is how his eyes remain locked with yours and only yours the entire time. When the song ends, he flashes you a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. He scoots over to you, takes your hand, and leads you back to your table. "Did I do okay over there?" He'd ask you, and you'd be quick to answer him. "No, you were amazing."

I had so much fun coming up with these scenarios! You can read the hyung line’s version here. And if you have requests, feel free to let me know! 

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Do you think seventeen would prefer extroverts or introverts as their types?

Hmm... Collectively, it would be hard to assume whether SVT would prefer introverts over extroverts or vice versa. The boys have varying personalities, and you can say that they surely have different types, too. That said, I can tell you what I think each member would prefer. This is my personal opinion, but feel free to tell me what you think!

S.Coups - extrovert

Jeonghan - extrovert (or ambivert)

Joshua - introvert

Jun - introvert

Hoshi - extrovert

Wonwoo - introvert

Woozi - introvert

The8 - extrovert

Mingyu - introvert (or ambivert)

DK - extrovert

Seungkwan - extrovert

Vernon - introvert

Dino - extrovert

[writeforcarat]

Wonwoo’s cat shelter volunteer scenario was amazing! Thanks for writing!

Thanks so much for reading! Glad you liked it!^^

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You’re writings are lovely and fun to read! Keep writing! It’s a good way to help relieve the stress of everyday jobs and stressed! 파이팅 💖

Aww, thank you! Nice to know that my work helps people de-stress after a long day. 파이팅 to you, too! <3

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[Update]

When I got my first ask about a week ago, I was beyond thrilled. Really, I was! With the few posts I make (which I still deem poorly-written) I was surprised to find out that people actually read my work and request for more. So, here's a BIG THANK YOU!

To be honest, I was on the verge of going on hiatus here on Tumblr. I've just left a toxic job I endured for nearly three years, only to replace it with another stressful one. I see it as a new challenge, though... or, at least, for now. It involves a lot of research, statistics, and writing that's not exactly as exciting as churning out fics. It also involves travel on the side. In fact, I've just returned from a short overseas trip to Sabah, Malaysia. So yeah, career-wise, I have been really stressed out. Burned out, even.

BUT, your messages really cheered me up, and I couldn't thank you enough. I'd also like to give my friends in the fic-writing Support chat room a shout out. I dunno if you guys will get to read this, but ya'll are awesome!

Since I am seeing a lot of busy days ahead, I will slowly but surely update this blog and get back to your requests.

In the meantime, keep those messages coming. Rest assured, I read every single one of them.

💎Nin

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Thoughts on seventeen’s ideal type or how they would be as your Bf???

Omg. You DID NOT just ask me that!!! Lol. Okay. I’m actually glad you dropped me this message coz I have been thinking about this a lot, too. Of course, we all have different thoughts on SEVENTEEN’s ideal types, but here are mine (feel free to tell me what you think!)…

S.Coups

Let’s start with the man who has promised marriage to pretty much every Carat he has met. Lol. Kidding aside, I think a dedicated guy like Seungcheol would love to have an SO who puts their heart into everything they do just like how he does. The more he sees them enjoying what they’re doing, the more he falls in love with them.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan likes sweet-talking and being reassured that he is his SO’s #1. I mean, just look at the way he treats the members! So yeah, his potential partner better have A LOT of patience, a lot of aegyo, and just the right amount of cunning to match Jeonghan’s.

Joshua

Oh, Mr. Gentleman… Being raised in the US, Joshua is probably open to more types of partners. His weirdness aside, though, Joshua seems like a nice person, so he’d like someone nice, too. And, of course, someone who’ll equally enjoy the sophisticated stuff he likes doing.

Jun

Jun is SUPER uncomfortable around girls, but when the one comes along, he will definitely know it and do whatever it takes to make her notice him…not without some awkward yet cute moments tho! His ideal type would probably be just as adorable as he is. Both of them would be too shy to make a move, so in the end, Jun would have to man up to catch her attention.

Hoshi

The ball of energy that is Hoshi will need someone to keep him grounded and he knows that. But that someone doesn’t necessarily have to be y’know…tamed? Tamed is not in Hoshi’s vocabulary, and is certainly not a word he’d associate with his ideal type. Lol.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo has described his ideal type a number of times (vividly, even!), and drawing from his descriptions, it seems like he’s into the introverted intellectual type. Like, he has said that he’ll most likely fall in love if he sees a girl reading by the window, with sunlight touching her face. I gotta say, though, that there’s also a part of me that thinks Wonwoo would also be into a manic pixie kind of girl. Someone who will make him break free from his comfort zone.

Woozi

Woozi’s ideal type would be the passionate kind. Someone who’s just as passionate as he is about work. Someone who understands how much he loves his job and won’t get in the way of that, trying to steal his attention because they, too, know what it feels to be in love with their work. Woozi would like to have a super low-maintenance kind of relationship with loads of mutual understanding when it comes to their careers.

The8

Minghao would love to be around someone who won’t leave him bored. I mean, this guy has like millions of interests, and to keep up with him, his potential partner should also have the same amount of flexibility and courage in terms of trying hobbies and exploring new stuff. I see his ideal type as someone who’s fashionable, into art, and enjoys finer things in life. Minghao also loves learning, so he’d absolutely love someone who will feed him with knowledge on things he has never known about before.  

Mingyu

Our cute puppy is extremely friendly and outgoing, so I see someone who has the same qualities as his ideal type—someone who has various friend groups, is adored by everyone, and is just genuinely nice to everybody they meet. Mingyu will definitely be proud to be their boyfriend.

DK

It’s hard to imagine seeing Seokmin liking someone who’s his total opposite. This guy grew up with lots of love, so he will most likely find someone he can channel the same amount of love to. His ideal type will also be a bright ray of sunshine, who will spread smiles and good vibes with him.

Seungkwan

Oh gosh, Seungkwan would love someone with a lot of aegyo just like him! He’d wear couple outfits with them and spend a lot of time complimenting them. He just wants them to feel happy and get the assurance that they are loved and appreciated.

Vernon

Vernon has never failed to express how much he wants to see the world, so he most likely wants someone he can travel with, someone with a sense of adventure, who would ride along with his impulse decisions and moments of spontaneity.

Dino

I really think Dino prefers noonas. Like, he wouldn’t care the least bit about dating an older woman because that’s exactly what he wants! He probably likes it when somebody is taking care of him and also finds her more mature outlook on things attractive if not downright sexy.

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First Date With SEVENTEEN

[Hyung Line]

S.Coups Right from day one, he wanted you to know that he’s someone you can depend on. So when he asked you out to go hiking, he made sure to match his pace with yours and offer a hand whenever you seemed to need it (rarely, actually, but he just wanted to show his gentlemanly side). If you had to catch your breath, he’d pause with you and ask if you’re okay, offering you some water. Once you reached the peak, he set up a picnic (complete with snacks he prepared himself - they were far from perfect, but you appreciated the effort), and you spent the rest of the day getting to know each other more, while admiring the fantastic view from above.

Jeonghan Jeonghan loves visiting cafés, so he’ll most probably take you to one on your first date. You’d pick a spot by the window, where the soft sunlight touches his face, making him glow like the angel that he is (or so you think). You'll notice that he gets a bit too enthusiastic whenever he tells you about a fond memory, which is really endearing to see. You’ll spend hours chatting and chatting, but you wouldn’t notice the time passing. Just as you’re about to leave the café and call it a day with a promise to meet again, an unexpected light drizzle begins falling from the sky. Both of you don’t have an umbrella, and you let out a low chuckle at your small misfortune. Thinking of a quick solution, Jeonghan takes off his jacket and holds it over you for cover. “Let me walk with you.”

Joshua This guy is beyond refined, so you weren’t surprised when he told you that he signed up for a wine tasting session for couples at a top wine bar in the city. The event was very social, with high-profile pairs mingling here and there, but you and Joshua… well, you were in a world of your own. He’d usually take a sip before you do, and you’d watch his eyes widen whenever he liked what he tasted. “Oh my God, you gotta try this,” he’d tell you, and you’d take a sip from your own glass of the same wine. The boy’s got an impeccable taste—that you can’t deny. When you told him that you liked it, too, he’d get a rush of excitement, and say “I knew you would!” with that smile of his that you can stare at forever. Sure, he had a flair of sophistication, but he was also incredibly down-to-earth, and you simply loved that about him.

Jun A total foodie, Jun crafted an itinerary (eatinerary) based on his gastronomic discoveries. Yes, you’re going on a food crawl on your first date, and if you’re on a diet, he will totally wreck it! From hot pots and dumplings to spicy noodles and stir-fried dishes, he knows exactly where to get the best Chinese food wherever you are. He's handsome but doesn't mind getting messy and stuffing his face with food. In fact, he thinks you find it funny (and tbh, you do). Not to mention, with the way he's treating you to the best food around, you can tell that he'd take care of you for real.

Hoshi Hoshi is a dancer... who LOVES to sing, so a first date at a noraebang was something you kinda expected already. You'd start with fun karaoke classics, singing duets and songs that just put you in a good mood. He would then encourage you to sing your favourite song, and while you aren't as good as he is, he'd praise you like crazy. "Are you kidding me? You sound incredible!" He'd say when you'd apologise for singing a bit out of tune. Of course, he'd also bust some moves while belting out, especially when he finally entered the codes for what you'd later find out are SHINee tracks. Is he the sixth member of SHINee or what???

Wonwoo For your first date with Wonwoo, you agreed to meet him at a retro arcade. Once you'd stepped inside, you'd see his eyes light up at the sight of rows and rows of games that transported you back to your childhood. He'd suggest some to you, but he really wanted to know what you want to play, too. You'd play a set or two of air hockey then move on to play Tekken. During the first few rounds, he would let you win on purpose, but then he'd realise that you are ACTUALLY good at it and he'd step up his game. It's all friendly competition, though, with some teasing here and there. For the last game, you agreed on a challenge: The loser treats the winner to ramen and cider. It's not much of a reward, but it got you excited enough. In the end, he lost to you (K.O!), and you get your ramen, which you shared with him anyway coz how can you not??? Wonwoo is adorable AF. Before you left, he handed you a stuffed Pokémon, which he got from one of the claw machines. "Thanks. I really had fun today," you told him. "Same," he smiled, adding, “Though, I’m looking forward to a rematch.”  

Woozi Woozi is not the type who'd go out, even on a date, so he'd invite you over to his place. After having some pizza (and lots of Coca-Cola) while switching from one movie to another on the TV, he'd take you on a mini tour of his studio and show you a bit of what he does when he's coming up with a new track. He would talk so passionately about composition and writing, throwing in jargons you don't quite understand, but still, you'd make sure to listen to every word he said. If this date meant him talking all day long, you wouldn't really mind, because you love a man who loves what he does, and in a way, it inspires you to do better at what you chose to pursue. To make the date more memorable, you'd write a song together and try recording it. The track wouldn't be exactly something that would come out on the radio. It's just so he could give you a better glimpse of his creative process. Just before you’d turn to leave, he'd slip the demo in your hand and say, "Hopefully, this song would be the first of many with you."

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“I love you that much, too.”

—S.Coups × Reader —Fluffy Smut (?)

Having just wrapped up another world tour—the longest in years—with his group, your husband Seungcheol was finally coming home.

“Wait for me, love,” he texted just before boarding the plane in Taipei a few hours ago.

“Always,” you replied; the same message you sent back to him countless times in the past.

This was an arrangement you had prepared yourself for the moment you said yes to him, first as his girlfriend and, eventually, as his wife.

True enough, signing up for a lifelong relationship with a celebrity wasn’t the easiest decision to make, nor was it a risk anybody would be willing to take. But up until now, you had managed to make things work somehow—a miracle, some would call it, but, really, it was simply because you loved and trusted each other more than anybody could imagine.

It was late on a Saturday night and you had just stepped into the shower, the water’s warmth against your bare body feeling like luxury after an exhausting day.

This little time you get to yourself as soon as you put the kids to sleep and tidy up the house was something you relish. The serenity of the night, the stillness of your home, the peace you have in your heart—everything was a priceless treat you were grateful for.

Steam settled like clouds in the bathroom as you took your time in rinsing your hair. Just as you were about to reach for the shower gel, you felt an arm wrap around your waist, a hand gently stopping you at your wrist.

“Let me,” Seungcheol said softly, joining you in the shower. Immersed in your own thoughts earlier, you had barely noticed his arrival.

“You’re home,” you whispered absentmindedly, turning your head to catch a kiss from your husband with your lips.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he said, as he began massaging your shoulders, eliciting a satisfied sigh from you. “It must have been hard for you.”

“Well, I got into this knowing it wouldn’t be easy.” you turned around to see him holding back his gummy smile that you loved. “I hate how you’re so charming like that.” You blithely slapped his arm.

“Come here,” Seungcheol said, pulling you closer to him, your bodies pressing against each other. The contact was electric, and it was only then that you realised how much you really missed him and the feel of him.

You wrapped your arms around him by instinct, resting your head at the crook of his neck, as he slowly ran his hand up and down your sides.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered to your ear.

“I missed you, too,” you looked up to him, your eyes meeting his alluring gaze.

It had been years since you exchanged “I do’s.” Your two children had even grown into pre-schoolers in the blink of an eye. But there were still moments when you still couldn’t believe that this man—this gorgeous man who adored you and your kids—was all yours.

“God, I missed you,” you repeated, and taking your words as his cue, Seungcheol once again connected his lips with yours, as he pressed you against the cold tile wall.

The kiss you shared was deep and passionate, reminding you of all the pent up sexual tension caused by the distance between you over the past few months, and when his hardening length brushed your thighs, you couldn’t help but hiss at the sensation.

You allowed his hands to wander on your body, as you brought your hands to his hair. Seungcheol then began moving downwards with his kisses, going for your neck, your collarbone, and down to your breasts, nipping at them playfully before marking your chest with love bites and bringing his mouth to one of your nipples. Shaken by sensitivity, you tugged him back up to kiss him some more, your tongues dancing in bliss.

His hands soon trailed towards your inner thighs, making your breath hitch in anticipation. “Please, Cheol,” you begged in between kisses, and his touch finally found your aching heat. You suppressed a moan, worried about making any noise that might wake up the kids.

Truth be told, getting intimate had become rather challenging in the presence of children. When you had your first baby, you were told a lot about the sleepless nights you would have ahead of you. What they didn’t tell you much about was how having kids meant having less sex and being careful not to get caught when you actually had the time to do it.

“Your control has gotten better. Been practising on your own, while I was gone?” He smirked, as he dipped his fingers into your folds, and slid them up and down your slit. You bucked at his hand, aching for more friction.

“Still not an expert,” you said, trying to keep your words as still as you could. “But not as bad as you are.”

Without warning, you took his now-hard length in your hand, to which he let out a grunt, stopping his ministrations on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Using your thumb, you spread the pre-cum at his tip before stroking him, placing just enough pressure and tightness to your movements.

“That feels so good.”  

“I want you, Seungcheol,” you said. “I want you so badly.”

“Let’s take it easy, love,” he said, nibbling at your ear.

Collecting your arousal, he eased two fingers into your core, making you whimper. The intrusion caused you some discomfort, but it was exactly what you wanted right at that moment.

You remembered the nights you were on your own, trying to bring yourself to your release, but, of course, nothing compared to the feeling of Seungcheol.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace until you asked him to go faster. He obliged to your request, pulling out his digits just before you reached your high, leaving your core to clench at nothing.

You let out a cry in frustration, as Seungcheol brought his fingers to his mouth. “You still taste so good.”

Your pussy pulsed at his words. There was nothing more you wanted then and there but to have him inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and looked him straight in the eye. “God, Seungcheol, just fuck me already.”

And at last, he helped one of your legs around his waist, holding it firmly in place, as he guided himself to your entrance. With one swift thrust, he filled you up, and despite the initial sting, you had never felt so content in a long time.

He gave you another thrust, this time much slower than the first. You bit your lips at the feel of him slide into your slick walls inch by inch. “So tight,” Seungcheol groaned.

Trying to get more comfortable, he hoisted your other leg up to his waist, and you tightened your arms around his neck, just as how you locked your ankles at his back.

He pressed you tighter against the wall for more support, his one hand firmly holding your ass, the other holding up the back of your other thigh, trying his best not to make you slip off his grip, as water continued to pour down on your bodies.

“I gotta say, this was a tad lot easier back then,” he chuckled, and you giggled with him.

He was right. It wasn’t the first time you had sex in the shower, but the last time you did it was when you had just begun dating, and—well—still childless. While you did lose a good amount of weight you put on during the two pregnancies you had, you couldn’t deny the fact that both of you were not exactly as young anymore.

Nevertheless, the excitement still got you riled up, and Seungcheol tried his best to make you feel good, as always.

Finding balance, he began to move at a better pace, pouring all his love and desire into every thrust he gave you. And when he hit the spot that made you see stars, he made sure to angle his movements towards it.

“I’m close,” he said. Tightening his grasp on your thighs, he slid his other hand between your bodies, finding his way your clit to bring you to your own high. Rubbing fast circles around your swollen bundle of nerves, he breathed down your neck, peppering it with kisses and said, “Come with me.”

With the knot at the bottom of your abdomen stiffening, you let out an audible cry, as Seungcheol thrust into you for the last time with his throbbing member. You clenched around him, milking him of his warm release, as you rode out your own orgasm.

Panting, you loosened your hold around your husband’s neck, resting your arms on his shoulders. Carefully, he helped you back to your feet, keeping his hands on your waist to keep you steady.

When felt that you had overcome the languidness of your legs, he pulled out of you, and brought you closer to him—close enough for your chests to press together, and feel each other’s heartbeats slow down to a nice rhythmic cadence.  

Seungcheol brushed strands of your hair away from your face and lifted your chin up, so he could get a better look at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly with sincerity in his eyes. “There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t feel like the luckiest man on earth to call you my wife and the mother of our children.”

“I was just thinking of the same thing about you,” you said, matter-of-factly.

The corner of Seungcheol’s lips tugged upward in pride. “I love you and I don’t think I will ever stop loving you.”

“Fair enough,” you quipped. “After all, you’re forever stuck with me because I love you that much, too.”

You shared another kiss that was short but sweet, reminding you of more innocent days, making both of you smile.

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Home [Part 2]

—Cat Shelter Volunteer!Wonwoo × Reader (feat. Jun) —Fluff [PART 1]

The next morning, Wonwoo was jolted from his seat behind the reception desk, when he heard the front door open, only to see Jun—his co-volunteer who miraculously recovered from a bad bout of food poisoning overnight—walk into the shelter; the smile that had already formed at the corner of his lips abruptly waning into a pout.

“You okay?” Jun asked. The sudden change in his colleague's expression was too hard to miss.

“Er—” Wonwoo scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with an answer. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You had some bad sashimi over the weekend and now you seem fine.”

“Well, I’m still alive, aren’t I? But it looks like you’re not too happy to see me today. Or were you expecting someone else?” Jun asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.  

“I just didn’t expect you to come in for work so soon. That’s all.”

Jun threw Wonwoo a look of suspicion before heading off to the locker room to leave his stuff.

Falling back in his seat with a sigh, Wonwoo tried his best to divert his thoughts because the truth was, he had been waiting for you. In fact, he pulled an all-nighter just to finish his project, so he could come to the shelter that day and break some good news to you. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so excited about going to work.

You arrived about an hour later, the signed drop-off form in your hand. Expecting to see Wonwoo, you were quite disappointed to be greeted by an unfamiliar face from behind the reception desk. He was a good-looking young man—handsome, actually—but you couldn’t care less.

“May I help you?” he asked, noticing how you were anxiously looking over his shoulder.  

“I’m sorry—um—I’m looking for Wonwoo.” you said “I’m Y/N. He texted me last night about the cat I dropped off here yesterday.” You placed the drop off form on the desk.

“Ah,” the boy clapped his hands together, then collected the form for filing. “Wonwoo doesn't work here anymore."

"Wait, what?"

Laughing at your bewildered expression, the boy said, "I was kidding. He's at the back. Go have a seat, while I call him.”

“Thanks.” Slightly annoyed, you scooted over to the couches that were exhausted by deep scratches, as the not-so-funny jester disappeared from behind the desk.  

Wonwoo was tending to the cats in the playroom, but mostly looking after the cat you brought in, making sure the other cats don’t bother it. Its injured foreleg had been bandaged by the vet to ensure a speedy recovery.

“Hey, Wonwoo,” Jun called, peeking through door. “There’s a girl named Y/N waiting for you outside.”

“Oh,” Wonwoo’s head perked up, despite trying his best to conceal his excitement. Scooping the spotted white and grey cat he was petting, he stood up to exit the room.

“Last time I checked, people came here to look for cats and not humans like you,” Jun teased, to which Wonwoo responded with a “Shut up.”

“Just saying.”  

Wonwoo found you at the receiving area, flipping through the pages of a pet magazine's back issue. While he did think you looked attractive the first time he saw you (raincoat, wet hair, messed up makeup, and all), he was quite stunned by how beautiful you actually were.

For that day, you deliberately picked the nicest outfit you had—a lavender sun dress, which you paired with white canvas trainers. Although the ensemble was not exactly that special, it was an escape from your usual T-shirt-and-trousers get-up. It also took you a good 30 minutes to fix your hair into a ponytail that looked Pinterest-worthy kind of messy and not downright unruly.

“Y/N,”

You looked up to see Wonwoo, cradling the cat against his chest, walking towards you.

“Oh my, there she is,” you cooed, gingerly taking the cat in your arms from Wonwoo’s. Compared to the last time you saw her, she’s a lot cleaner now and looks much more relaxed. “How is she?”

“After running some tests yesterday, the vet ruled out serious infections and diseases,” Wonwoo said. “So yeah, apart from her sprained leg, she’s perfectly fine.”

“That’s great,” you exclaimed. “Heard that, Kitty? You’re okay!”

Your smile must have been infectious, because Wonwoo was beaming, too. Seeing you overjoyed like that made him inexplicably happy. “And… there’s more good news,” he continued.

“What is it?” You asked excitedly.

“Apparently, Kitty is expecting.”

“Oh my God!” You gasped, the cat stirring in your arms.

“The vet saw it in her X-ray results yesterday,” Wonwoo explained. “We thought we were going to find a fracture or, maybe, something worse, but what we got was something even better.”

“My goodness!” Excitement mixed with disbelief, your emotions were on an overdrive, your brain trying to process the information you’d just received. “She’s going to be a mum?”

“Yes, Y/N, Kitty's going to be a mum!”

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to throw your arms around Wonwoo at that moment, because you did. What you didn’t know was that he felt the same way, too.

Soon enough, visiting the shelter had become part of your daily routine. You’d drop by early in the morning before going to work at the academy. Usually, you’d help out in taking care of Kitty—you decided to name her that, laughing off your lack of creativity—but you didn’t mind looking after the other cats as well. You had even memorised their names and how they looked.

Your presence at the shelter also became the volunteers’ new normal that they even encouraged you to be part of their team—an offer, which you politely declined due to the demands of your actual job. You assured them that you’d help them out whenever you could, though.

Wonwoo was the happiest about having you at the shelter almost every day. Little did he know that aside from Kitty, he was the main reason you visited so often. Together, you’d run errands and chores—some of which he previously did not enjoy doing, but with you around, the tasks he used to hate turned out to be so much more bearable.

You, too, liked spending time with Wonwoo. You especially loved how he’d tuck stray strands of your hair behind your ear as you cleaned after the cats, or how he’d bring you some snacks before you left for work—little gestures that never failed to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

One morning, just after refilling the cats’ feeding bowls, Wonwoo finally approached you to ask you out for dinner. The invitation came out as a mumble at first, but when you said you couldn’t understand him, he repeated it, his words loud enough for Jun to turn around and give him two thumbs up. Blood rushed to his cheeks, making him blush in embarrassment.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smiled and his bashfulness was replaced by elation. You agreed to meet at a restaurant near your academy later that day.

Over dinner, you got to know more things about Wonwoo, like how he couldn’t eat seafood (you ordered pork barbecue and vegetable wraps instead), how enthusiastically he’d geek over videogames, how he’d makes use of puns to make up for his dry sense of humour, and how he’d make this adorable nose scrunch whenever he laughed (okay, you had seen it before, but it was a sight you’d never get tired of).

Everything he did and said were so endearing, and just when you thought you couldn’t find him any more attractive, he’d do something and you’d feel your heart skip another beat.

You capped off that night at a café, your conversations getting deeper and more personal as time wore on. He’d told you about his dream of becoming a singer, which his family dismissed as a waste of time. You'd also opened up to him about why you came to Seoul in the first place.

“I needed a change in my life. A change of environment,” you said, stirring your cup of hot chocolate. “Things back at where I’m from were not exactly working out as planned, so I left to have another start, search for happiness, and, maybe, find a new home, too.”

Your gazes met, and you realised that your eyes were welling with tears. You didn’t want to be a dramatic mess on your first date, but there you were—overwhelmed by bottled up feelings that only Wonwoo was able to draw out from you.

“How about now?” Wonwoo asked softly, taking your hand resting on the table into his. A warm smile formed on your lips at the sight of your hands intertwined. “Are you happy?”

“I think it’s too early for me to answer that,” you glanced back up at Wonwoo, who was looking intently at you. “But right here, right now, I’m feeling so much better... with you.”

Gaaaaah!!! This is my attempt at writing fluff, and I dunno if it’s working at all! Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed Part 2! I wish I get the time to work on Part 3 soon, which would probably the last instalment of this story. NGL, I still can’t believe this turned out to be longer than I thought it would be.

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Your Favourite Song

It took Seungkwan months to find the perfect ring for you. When he had concerts or schedules abroad, he’d check out local jewellery stores during his free time, taking note of shops with exquisite selections. His search, however, ended in New York. Taking cues from one of his sisters’ favourite films “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” he visited the iconic luxury retailer Tiffany & Co. and found it—the ring he’d propose to you with. Not giving the hefty price tag a mind, he bought it and spent the next few weeks planning the proposal. Call him what you will traditional; Seungkwan is a sucker for classic movie scene-worthy moments, so he reserved a table at a Michelin-starred restaurant, hired a string quartet to play romantic tunes in the background, and wore his best suit for what would be the most important night of his life yet. “Looking dapper,” you smiled, fixing his bow tie before entering the restaurant. “Thanks,” he said nervously before adding, “You look gorgeous yourself.” Once you were inside the restaurant, you instantly took in the romantic atmosphere. It had been a while since he took you out on a proper date, and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. After a great meal, while reminiscing some good old times you had, dessert finally came. And as though on cue, the quartet started playing your favourite song. “I love this song,” you said excitedly, to which Seungkwan replied, “And I love you…” Caught off guard, you felt your eyes brim with tears, as though hearing those three words from him for the first time. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he continued. “Oh, Seungkwan,” you clutched your chest with your hands, feeling your heart beat faster when your boyfriend got down on one knee before you and opened a small blue box that was cradling the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. “Y/N, will you marry me?”  

This is the second of my proposal series—scenarios of how I picture SEVENTEEN proposing to their SOs. ICYMI, you can read the first one featuring S.Coups here. Since I’m really having fun writing these scenarios, I’ll surely be coming up with more. I hope you look forward to those!  

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Dad!SVT Tumblr posts we all NEED in our lives

Since we are all riding the dad!SVT high that @kingyeoms caused, here are some related Tumblr masterlists, reactions, scenarios, and drabbles to read, while we wait for more dad!SVT content: Single dad!SVT by @pasteluji >This one's in bullet points, making it pretty easy to read despite the lengthy post per member. SVT expecting their second/third child with you by @kpopmademyday >They have more dad!SVT posts on their masterlist, so make sure to check it out! This super angsty Mingyu × Reader × Jun fic by @xofanfics in which you find out that you're pregnant while caught up in a love triangle. (This wrecked me tbh. Don't forget to read the alternate ending!) Seventeen as dads by @jae-bummer SVT's reaction to their SO giving birth while they're on tour by @luving-hanni Dad!SVT's reaction to their child kissing another member's kid by @aegyotrashcan Seungcheol being a loving dad to your kids and a husband to you by @17caratfics >Fluff ahead!

This adorable drabble by @boogerines >She’s got more on her blog, so read up on those, too!

Dad!Hoshi by @jungnoir Wonwoo as a dad of a little girl by @ask-svt-hearteu

Shameless plug: Her First Valentine - my very first fic feat. dad!DK ㅠㅠ (I’m pretty new here, so if you wanna make friends with a crazy Carat like me, hit me up! I’d love to connect with more mutuals!) I know there are so much more out there, but I could only list down so much while travelling to work. Otl. So yeah, if you came across other dad!SVT posts here on Tumblr, just let me know!! PS. Show fic writers love. Since they are doing this for free, a little gesture of appreciation or encouragement from you will go a long way. So if you enjoyed something they wrote, hit like, reblog, or drop them a message. It would really mean the world to them.

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Home [Part 1]

—Cat Shelter Volunteer!Wonwoo × Reader

—Fluff

A light drizzle specked the hot grey pavement before turning into a summer downpour.

It was almost noon on a Monday and you hit the brakes of your bicycle near a subway exit, where a sea of commuters had started emerging, pulling out their umbrellas, cursing at how the rain had just put a damper on their already busy day.

You, too, had a packed schedule ahead. It was your second week working as a part-time English teacher at an academy. And while tutorial classes were held in the afternoon, instructors were expected to arrive before lunchtime—an unwritten rule you had managed to comply with up until now.  

In a hurry, you slipped into a raincoat (thank goodness, you packed one), and checked the time. You had about 20 minutes to get to the school, which wasn’t that bad. If you could just speed up a bit, you’d make it on time.

You hadn’t gone that far yet when you heard it—an excruciating yowl that only got louder as you approached the end of the street. Curious and a bit alarmed, you came to a stop, got off your bike, and brought your ears closer towards a patch of bushes, where the sound seemed to be coming from.

Another cry pierced through the humid air, and you instinctively took a step back.

Taking a peek through the bushes, you found a spotted white and grey cat—drenched, soiled, and cold—your gaze meeting its feline eyes that were veiled with agony. The poor creature tried to stand up, only to fall back down on the wet ground. That was when you noticed that it had a limp and wounded leg.

You felt a pang in your heart. You had always had a soft spot for animals, especially cats, and this was a situation you couldn’t simply ignore. A cat needs help. Your help… but you were also running late. Sighing in resignation, you shrugged off the thoughts about work (maybe, they’d understand) and scooped the cat into your arms.

“You will be fine,” you whispered to it. “I’m here.”

Somewhat comforted, the cat purred in response, and you repeated reassuringly, “I’m here.”

Shifting its weight to your left arm, you tugged your bike with your free hand and walked towards the shed of a bus stop nearby. Thankfully, the sky was starting to clear up again and the rain was nothing more than a light shower. You sat down on the cold steel seat so you could let the cat rest on your lap.

Think. You said to yourself before resolving to text your supervisor to inform her about your “emergency.” You didn’t go far into detail, really. That you would explain only if worse comes to worst later. You then started searching for cat shelters nearby. Multiple results returned, with the closest one about eleven blocks away.

Chimes pleasantly rang, as you opened the door of Happy Cat Shelter and Veterinary Clinic. The cold air from the AC sent a chill that crawled on your skin, which the cat probably felt, too, since it snuggled closer to your chest.

“H-hello?” You called out, a tremble caught in your throat.

“Welcome to Happy Cat!” You heard someone respond from the inside; his voice deep yet friendly. A crashing sound reverberated through the walls of the office. “Be there in a sec!”

The shelter was not exactly big, but it wasn’t small either. From where you were standing at the receiving area, you could see cats crawling and prancing about in their playroom, and to your right, you eyed the door of the clinic with a sign that said the doctor was out, making worry flood through you. The next closest shelter with a vet was much farther away, and you couldn’t afford to take another side trip.

You glanced down at the cat. It was so exhausted; its sleepy eyes had fluttered shut.

A door swung open, and you looked up with a start. A lanky bespectacled boy clad in a black shirt came walking towards you, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologised before letting out a gasp, as you and the cat became clearer to his sight. “Oh my God.”

You realised that you were still dripping wet, a puddle surrounding your feet, locks of your wet hair matted on the sides of your face. Of course, your makeup was messed up, too. Shit. You were not a pretty sight, nor was the injured cat in your arms. You lowered your head in embarrassment.

“Please, don’t move. You might slip,” the boy said concernedly before you could even utter a word, his hand gesturing for you to stay put. “I’ll go get towels.”

Wonwoo wasn’t having an easy Monday. He wasn’t supposed to be working, but two of his co-volunteers called in sick, and the shelter’s manager, who was on vacation, begged him to cover for their shifts.

Not that he didn’t want to come in for duty, it was just that he had previously asked for a few days’ off, as he had to work on an important project before the summer break began. It didn’t help that the cats were also being extra temperamental and extra energetic, thrashing about the place with much vigour.

So when he saw you standing at the door—drenched and in distress—he knew that his day wasn’t about to get easier. Nevertheless, it had always been in him give help to anybody who needed it—be it a person or a cat. In this case, both.

The bespectacled boy returned shortly with a rag, which he dropped to the floor to absorb the small pool of water around your feet, and, as promised, soft and clean towels. He handed out one to you, and as you accepted it with a “thanks,” he carefully took the cat into his arms with another towel, whispering soothing words to it.

“I saw her on the street,” you said, wiping yourself dry with the towel. “I was actually on my way to work, but I couldn’t leave her. She’s wounded and injured.”

“I can see that,” he said, intently examining the cat in his arms. “Thank you for bringing her here,” he glanced up at you.

Now that he was standing closer, you finally had a better view of his face, and, God, he’s handsome. With his dark fringes falling just below his eyebrows, you instantly noticed his stunning eyes that showed both sincerity and softness as he looked at you.

You’d be lying if you said that the sight of him carrying the poor cat you’d just rescued didn’t make your heart melt a little.  

A bit flustered, you turned towards the direction of the clinic and said, “I’m not sure to what extent you can help, but, please, keep her safe until the vet arrives.”

“Of course,” he said almost instantly. “The vet won’t be here until after lunch, but I will give him a call, since this kitty needs to be treated.”

“Thanks,”

An awkward pause engulfed the room, and you realised that you hadn’t even introduced yourselves to each other yet.

“I’m Y/N,” you said just about the same time he told you that his name was Wonwoo. Both of you let out a sheepish laugh.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, diffusing the tension. “Let me bring her inside first. I’ll be right back,”

“Erm, I should get going,” you said matter-of-factly, motioning towards the door.

“Hang on,” Wonwoo snapped, “I know you’re in a hurry, but we have protocols here. There’s some paperwork to be dealt with before we officially take in any cat.”

“Right,” you bit your lower lip, starting to worry more about work at that point. “I understand, but I am running really late right now.”

Having thought of a quick solution, Wonwoo shifted the cat’s weight to one arm, then swiped a clipboard and a sheet of paper from the reception desk with his other hand and suggested, “Perhaps, you could, at least, give us your contact details and bring this drop-off form to fill out and submit later. We don’t usually do this, but I’ll try to explain the situation to my boss. I’ll call or text you if anything turns up. Would that be alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, taking the clipboard and form, grateful that he was being considerate enough. You quickly wrote down your name, mobile number, and email address on the contact list on the clipboard, and handed it back to Wonwoo. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, and reminded you to come back with the drop-off form filled out before you left.

A wave of relief washed over you, seeing how your co-workers didn’t seem to notice your absence earlier when you arrived at the academy about 30 minutes later. They said hello like they usually did, as you walked into the teachers’ office; some were even offering you lunch food. Your supervisor was also nice enough to ask if you were okay and give you a clean shirt to change into.

Your classes ran smoothly that afternoon. The gradeschoolers enjoyed the vocabulary exercises you had prepared for them. They surprisingly expressed much excitement about their pop quiz, too, when you said that top scorers will get a choco pie each.

As you were packing your things, looking forward to calling it a day, your phone buzzed, an SMS popping up on the screen. Although it came from an unknown number, you already knew who it was from. You tapped on the notification to read the entire message.

“Hi, Y/N! Kitty’s okay now. No need to worry anymore. Just don’t forget to sign the form and bring it to the shelter. You can drop by tomorrow. We’ve also got some good news.  -Wonwoo”

The message tugged the corners of your lips upwards into a smile. For some reason, receiving that text made you feel so much better after a long day.

“Hey, look at that beautiful smile,” your co-instructor quipped, as she walked by.

You looked up from your phone, still beaming. “What?”

“Did your boyfriend text you? I haven’t seen you smile like that before.”

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, as though to say something, but not a word came out. Your co-instructor chuckled at your expression. “You’re adorable. See you tomorrow!”

“See you,” you said, happily thinking about what tomorrow will actually bring. [PART 2]

Thanks for reading until here! I didn’t actually intend for this story to get this long, but I guess I got too carried away with writing it. Anyhow, if you enjoyed this scenario, hit like or reblog and please do look forward to the continuation of the story.

My Q&A is also open to requests. Don’t hesitate to drop some prompts or suggestions, and I’ll see what I can do!

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Fall

Seungcheol was a nervous wreck before D-Day (and on the big day itself, to be honest), but he sure had everything planned out already. A rather simple man, he decided not to go extravagant with the proposal. Instead, he took you out for a long drive to his hometown, Daegu, stopping by his favourite cafes and restaurants along the way, for you to experience the flavours from his childhood. The highlight of the trip, however, was for you to see the brilliant colours of Palgong Mountain that season. He deliberately timed his proposal in autumn, when the hues of the foliage best depicted his burning desire for you to be part of his life forever—as cheesy as that sounds. Since the cable car ride to the peak was going to be quite short, he knew that he had to pop the question soon. So halfway through, while you were admiring the scenery below, he lightly tapped on your shoulder—a move you found childish yet endearing—and as you turned to face him, he got down on one knee, presenting to you the most beautiful ring you had ever seen in your life. Caught in the moment, your eyes welled with tears in awe, and Seungcheol finally asked you the question he had been rehearsing in his head over and over again, hoping it came out right this time. It did. It was perfect. And even if it weren’t, you would have said yes anyway.

I plan to do this by member, depending on the response I get with this first one, so hit like or reblog if you enjoyed the scenario. My Q&A is also open to requests. Please, feel free to slip in prompts or suggestions in there. Alternatively, you can send me a DM on Twitter (@writeforcarat).^^

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Her First Valentine

DK (Seokmin) Valentine’s Day Scenario

First Post!!!

This is also the first fic I will be sharing. Ever. Since I’m new to the fic/AU-writing scene, I know I have a lot to improve on, so if you read this, please let me know how you found it. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

I’m also on Twitter: @writeforcarat - feel free to send prompts or requests via DM, and I’ll try my best to accommodate them. :)

"Just sunflowers?" the elderly florist tips her eyeglasses, as Seokmin places a bunch of the bright golden blossoms on the countertop.

"Yep," he bites his lips, fishing his wallet from his back pocket.

"We still have roses, carnations, and some tulips over there. You can still change your mind,"

"Nah, just sunflowers," he slips a bill towards her, then adds, "She's my sunshine."

It's with this remark that the florist couldn't hide her smile. "Because you're too sweet, I'm adding extra white baby's breath in the bouquet free of charge, just to make it look nicer," she hands over the change and proceeds to arrange the bouquet on a table strewn with discarded stems and wilted leaves.

"That’s so kind of you. Thank you," Seokmin follows her, and watches intently as she skillfully trims the stalks.

"Sunflowers never fail to bring a smile to the receiver, you know?" the florist says, as she bundles up the flowers and fixes them at the base with ties. "Roses are romantic, sure, but sunflowers... I personally find them more universal. They could brighten up anyone's day."

Seokmin nods in agreement.

In all honesty, it took him a while to decide on the kind of flowers he would give his girl. As it's the first time she's celebrating Valentine's Day (God knows how many times she giddily brought it up over the past few days), he wants to make sure that everything would go perfectly for her.

"Mixed with baby's breath, what does the bouquet symbolize overall?" He asks the florist, seeing her add the delicate sprays of white to the bouquet.

"Well, sunflowers are 'happy' flowers that could also mean adoration, while baby's breath, like its name, symbolizes innocence, although some would associate it with lasting love, since it is usually seen in wedding flower arrangements."

"Adoration and innocence," Seokmin smiles to himself. "Perfect."

The bouquet is completed in no time, and he is off to pick a cake at a nearby bakeshop.

He knows too well that she loves sweets, but she especially loves cake. On her birthday last year, she made a wish over a white-frosted vanilla cake topped with mixed berries. This time, he chooses a dainty strawberry shortcake.

Pulling over in front of the small building where she gave him a quick see-you-later kiss this morning, he gets off his car, leans his back against it, and waits.

He was excited. He knew she’ll love his humble surprise, and he cannot wait to see her reaction. 

The littlest things make her the happiest person in the world, and he swore to himself that he would do whatever it takes just to put the priceless glint in her eyes and the bright beam on her face every chance he could get.

Moments later, he sees her running towards him, pigtails bouncing over her shoulders.

“Appa!” she exclaims.

“Gong Joo-ya,” Seokmin catches her in his arms, as she wraps him in a tight embrace. “How was your day?”

The five-year-old quickly broke free from her father’s arms, excited to answer his question.

“We made Valentine’s Day cards today, and I made one for you and one for eomma.” with her little hand, she reaches a folded piece of glitter-dusted card emblazoned with heart doodles to Seokmin.

“Wow, this is so pretty! Thank you!”

A wave of pride washes over the child at the sight of her father admiring her masterpiece.

“I, too, have something for you,” he reaches for the bouquet of sunflowers inside the car and hands it to his daughter. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess.”

“Sunflowers!” The little girl squeals in delight, hugging the bundle of flowers. “Thank you, appa! I love you!”

“I love you too,” he plants a quick peck on her forehead and tucks some loose hair behind her ear.

As simple as it is, this is exactly how he pictured treating his daughter to her first Valentine’s Day celebration to be. He just wants to make a mark on her young life; make sure that as early as now, she realizes that she is someone who is loved, deserves to be loved and feel loved.

“I also got you some cake. Perhaps, we can share it after dinner with eomma?”

“Okay, but can I get an extra slice?”

“For sure,” Seokmin opens the door of the car, and helps his daughter to her seat, fastening her seatbelt. “Now, let’s go get something for eomma. Got any ideas?”

“How about a nice dress?” She suggests. 

“That sounds brilliant! Will you help me pick one for her.”

“Yes!” Her eyes widened in eagerness. “And, oh, flowers, too!” 

“Right, those, too!” Feigning his foolishness, he shakes his head and Gong Joo giggles. “Anything else?”

“Chocolates?”

“Of course, chocolates!” Seokmin playfully throws a palm to his face, and the girl laughs even more. “Alright, we’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Let’s go!”

PS.

I am aware that Valentine’s Day works differently in South Korea. Just like in Japan, it’s usually the women who give gifts to men on 14 February, while men are expected to reciprocate the gesture on 14 March, White Day. But since this is a fic set in an alternate universe, let’s all just enjoy this fake reality as written, shall we?^^

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Hi!

I’m admin Nin, and I’ll be posting SEVENTEEN scenarios and fics here. Please feel free to request or send in prompts for fluff, angst, and even smut! My Q&A is always open. 💎