dohoonie42

[dohoonie42]

Worst boyfriend

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Idol!Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary: Wonwoo makes a silly bet with the members to avoid showing affection for a night, unknowingly breaking your heart with every cold rejection—until he finds you crying alone on the couch and realizes no bet is worth hurting the person he loves most.

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It was nearing two in the morning by the time Wonwoo finally stepped into the apartment, dropping his bag by the door with a heavy sigh. You peeked around the corner, bright-eyed despite how late it was, heart skipping the moment you saw him.

You had missed him so much today. You missed the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, his soft kisses pressed against your forehead, the way he mumbled “I love you” against your skin like he couldn’t help it. All you wanted—needed—was to melt into his arms after such a long, exhausting day without him.

But when you approached him with a sleepy smile, arms open wide for a hug, he… sidestepped you.

You blinked, confused.

Maybe he was just tired?

You tried again as he took off his jacket, reaching out to touch his hand, but he quickly pulled away under the guise of adjusting his sleeves. Your hand hovered awkwardly in the air before falling back to your side.

“Wonwoo…” you murmured, a tiny pout forming on your lips.

“I’m gonna wash up,” he said quickly, voice strangely flat, and disappeared into the bathroom without so much as a glance your way.

Your heart sank.

You didn’t know—and how could you?—that Wonwoo had made a dumb bet with the members earlier. “Bet you can’t go a whole night without clinging to your girlfriend,” Mingyu had teased, grinning mischievously. And being Wonwoo, quiet but always up for a challenge, he accepted. It would be easy, right? He had iron willpower. He could absolutely make it one night.

He didn’t think about how much he needed you after a hard day.

And he definitely didn’t think about how hurt you’d look when he rejected you.

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Later, when you were both getting ready for bed, you tried again, stubborn and hopeful, because you didn’t want to end the night like this. You brushed against his arm while brushing your teeth. You sat closer to him than usual on the bed. You even laid your head shyly on his shoulder.

But each time, he shifted away, giving some half-hearted excuse or simply ignoring it altogether.

It stung. It stung so badly that you bit your lip hard to stop it from trembling.

Did he… did he not want you anymore?

Had you done something wrong?

Feeling more defeated than you had in months, you grabbed your phone and quietly left the room. If he didn’t want to acknowledge you, you didn’t want to push it any further. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe he was mad.

You curled up on the living room couch, the cool leather a poor replacement for his warm body. You pulled a blanket around yourself and tried to distract yourself by scrolling on your phone, but your eyes kept welling up against your will.

You missed him. So much.

You sniffled, wiping away a tear quickly before it could fall.

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Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Wonwoo was having a serious internal crisis.

He climbed into bed and immediately felt something was missing—you. The empty side of the bed stared back at him accusingly.

He groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

He missed your weight against him, the soft way you tucked your face into his neck, your fingers brushing his side when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

He couldn’t do it.

Bet or no bet, he couldn’t stand another second without you.

With a determined breath, he threw off the blankets and padded out of the room.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the sight of you curled up so small on the couch, phone clutched tightly in your hands, cheeks wet with silent tears as you scrolled aimlessly, trying to pretend you weren’t hurting.

His heart shattered.

Without thinking, he crossed the room in a few strides, bent down, and scooped you up into his arms.

“W-Wonwoo?!” you squeaked, utterly confused, clutching onto him as he carried you.

He said nothing, jaw tight, until he reached the bed. He set you down gently, then all but collapsed on top of you, caging you against the mattress with his body.

“Baby,” he whispered hoarsely, voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He peppered kisses across your face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your jaw, even your tear-stained lashes. Each kiss was frantic, desperate, almost like he was trying to erase every hurt he’d caused you tonight.

You laid there frozen for a second, still processing, before you blinked up at him.

“What… what’s going on?” you whispered, voice cracking.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, guilt flooding his own. “I made a stupid bet with the guys. I was trying to last the night without being affectionate. But—” he shook his head, lips trembling into a wobbly smile, “I can’t. I can’t do it. Especially not when you’re hurting.”

You pouted again, tears slipping free despite yourself. “I thought you were mad,” you mumbled.

Wonwoo groaned and hugged you even tighter, pulling the blanket over both of you.

“I’m the worst boyfriend ever,” he said dramatically, nuzzling into your neck.

You giggled through your sniffles, finally melting into him the way you had wanted all night. “Yeah, you are,” you teased, poking his side weakly. “Worst boyfriend ever.”

He chuckled against your skin, soft and relieved. “I deserve to be punished.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, pressing slow, lingering kisses down your neck, your shoulder, anywhere he could reach. “Starting now,” he added, before smothering you in even more kisses.

You squealed as he buried his face in your neck, mumbling endless apologies, pet names, and confessions of love between each kiss.

“Love you so much,” he whispered. “Missed you all day. Couldn’t even think straight without you. I’m sorry, baby.”

Your heart swelled painfully in your chest. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, finally clinging to him the way you had craved all night.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

The two of you stayed tangled together like that for what felt like hours, whispering, giggling, and making up for every second you had missed. Eventually, you both dozed off, still holding each other tightly under the warm blankets.

And in the morning? Wonwoo definitely sent a very angry voice message to Mingyu who made that stupid bet, scolding him for daring to make him hurt you.

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Guys I miss my wonu so freaking muchhhh :(

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[dohoonie42]

Why don’t we kiss since we’re bored?

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fem!reader x Jeonghan

genre: fluffy, playful romance

word count: 1.4K+

summary: Jeonghan and you, bored on the couch, turn a playful challenge into a sweet kiss-filled moment, filled with teasing and laughter.

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You lounged on the couch with Jeonghan, the two of you lost in your own little worlds — him scrolling through endless dramas, you scrolling through your phone.

Every so often, you’d hear him sigh dramatically.

Another click of the remote. Another scroll through titles.

“Why are these all so boring?” he complained, tossing his head back against the couch cushions with a dramatic whine.

You smiled to yourself, not even glancing up from your screen. “Maybe you’re just hard to please, Hannie.”

He grumbled something under his breath and kept flipping through the options, clearly growing more and more frustrated.

“I’m seriously bored,” he huffed.

That’s when something popped into your head.

A post you had seen earlier on social media — a cute, teasing suggestion for situations exactly like this.

Grinning to yourself, you turned your phone off and looked at him, your voice innocent as you said, “Why don’t we kiss since we’re bored?”

Jeonghan’s thumb froze mid-scroll.

His head whipped around to look at you, eyes wide, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

“What?” he blinked, clearly caught off guard.

You just smiled sweetly, watching the flush crawl higher up his neck.

He recovered quickly, flashing you a lazy, mischievous smile. “Well…” he leaned closer, “I’m not bored anymore.”

Your jaw dropped in mock betrayal.

You pulled your legs off his lap dramatically and shuffled away from him, crossing your arms.

“Wow.”

Jeonghan laughed, reaching out to grab your ankle and tug you back. “Yah, come back! I’m sorry! I was just teasing!”

You turned your nose up at him stubbornly, refusing to even look at him.

“Jagi,” he whined, sliding closer to you. “Don’t be like that…”

You stayed silent, pretending to be unfazed even as your heart hammered at how adorable he was being.

Smiling to himself, Jeonghan reached out and cupped your face with both hands, gently trying to turn you to face him.

You squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to budge.

“Aish,” he muttered, half amused, half desperate.

If you weren’t going to look at him willingly, he was going to have to change tactics.

You felt the first kiss land against your neck, featherlight and warm.

Then another, a little higher — your jawline.

And finally — soft, lingering — his lips brushed against yours.

You kept your lips stubbornly still.

Jeonghan pulled back slightly, frowning.

“Yah,” he whined, voice petulant. “Kiss me back!”

You cracked an eye open, smirking. “I thought you weren’t bored anymore, hm?”

He groaned, dropping his forehead against yours dramatically. “You’re evil,” he accused. “How can you say something like that and then punish me?!”

You giggled, finally letting your hands sneak up to curl into the front of his hoodie. “Maybe you should think twice before teasing me next time, Hannie.”

But before you could retreat again, he leaned in and captured your lips properly this time — no more playful kisses, just sweet, lingering affection.

And this time, you gave in.

Melting into him, letting your stubbornness dissolve into soft laughter and gentle affection.

When you finally pulled away, both of you a little breathless and smiling like idiots, Jeonghan tucked a stray hair behind your ear and whispered, “We should definitely do that more often when we’re bored.”

You smacked his chest with a giggle, pushing him away slightly.

“Yah!” you scolded, but the fondness in your voice gave you away immediately.

Jeonghan just grinned, catching your hand before you could pull it back, intertwining your fingers with his.

“What?” he teased, pulling you back into his side. “I’m just saying… why waste time being bored when I have the prettiest girl in the world right here?”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning, but snuggled back into him anyway, letting his arm curl around your shoulders.

You felt completely at ease in his arms. Tonight, there was nothing to worry about — just the two of you, cuddled up together and enjoying each other’s company

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missing my hannie guys 🥲

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[dohoonie42]

I’ve got you

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Fem!reader x Idol!Hoshi

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Romance

Word Count: 2.6k+

Summary: Hoshi tries to carry the world on his shoulders, but with one touch, you show him he doesn’t have to do it alone.

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The call came in the middle of the afternoon.

You glanced at your phone, confused when you saw Seungkwan’s name lighting up your screen.

The moment you answered, his worried voice came through.

“Can you come to the practice room?” he asked quickly. “It’s…Hoshi-hyung. He’s…not doing too well today.”

Your heart dropped.

You didn’t even hesitate — you grabbed your bag, swung by a nearby convenience store to grab some food and drinks, and made your way toward their practice room as fast as you could.

You knew this comeback was weighing heavily on Soonyoung.

Perfect choreography. Perfect performance. Perfect leader.

He carried the weight of it all on his back without complaint — but even tigers needed someone to lean on.

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You reached the building, rushed up the familiar stairs, and pushed open the door to the practice room.

The air inside was thick.

Tension clung to the walls like fog — tired bodies sprawled out, dance moves echoing over and over again from the speakers, and in the center of it all, your boyfriend.

Jaw tight.

Eyebrows furrowed.

Shoulders tense.

That was not your Soonie.

You slipped inside quietly, several of the members spotting you immediately.

Joshua gave you a grateful look and quickly walked over, taking the bags of food out of your hands.

“Thanks for coming,” he whispered.

“He won’t listen to any of us right now.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile before making your way toward Soonyoung.

He was so focused he didn’t even notice you approach.

You hated seeing him like this — so serious, so cold — so un-Soonyoung.

The members weren’t scared of him — they were scared for him.

Because the Hoshi they knew would never snap unless he was overwhelmed past his limits.

You reached out gently, tapping him on the shoulder.

The reaction was instant — he whipped around sharply, mouth opening, frustration clear in his body.

But then his eyes landed on you.

And just like that — everything changed.

His entire body seemed to deflate.

His eyes softened, mouth closing without a word.

The tension melted from his shoulders as if seeing you had pressed some invisible release valve.

“Soonie,” you whispered, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He let out a shuddering breath — one he didn’t even realize he’d been holding — and sank into you immediately.

Forehead resting on your shoulder.

Hands gripping your waist like you were the only real thing in the world.

You held him tightly, swaying the two of you gently back and forth.

No words. No pressure.

Just presence.

You could feel how tired he was — not just physically, but emotionally, mentally.

You kept holding him, threading your fingers through the back of his sweaty hair, whispering against his ear:

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

After a few minutes, he finally pulled back, blinking at you like he wasn’t sure you were real.

You smiled and brushed your thumb against his cheek.

“Come eat,” you said gently. “You and the others need a break.”

He hesitated, guilt flashing across his face — but you shot him a look.

The Look.

The one that said no arguments.

And miraculously — he listened.

You led him over to where the members were already sitting, passing out the food you brought.

You sat next to Soonyoung, staying close enough that your knee brushed his, anchoring him.

The boys ate slowly at first, but hunger eventually won out.

You caught Soonyoung glancing at you between bites — like he still couldn’t believe you were here. Like if he blinked too hard, you might disappear.

After eating, they went back to practicing for a little while longer, but the energy was noticeably different.

Softer.

Less frantic.

More hopeful.

Because you were there.

Because now he could finally breathe.

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You waited patiently, sitting quietly against the mirrored wall, watching your boyfriend work through the final run-throughs.

He kept glancing over at you, as if drawing strength from your presence alone.

When they finally called it for the night, you were already standing, bag packed, hand outstretched toward him.

“You’re coming home with me,” you said firmly.

No argument.

No protest.

He just nodded, slipping his hand into yours.

As you left, you caught the quiet thanks whispered from his members.

Grateful.

Relieved.

You squeezed Soonyoung’s hand tighter in response.

I’ll take care of him.

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The ride to your apartment was mostly silent.

Soonyoung leaned his head against the car window, your hand never leaving his.

When you finally got home, you kicked off your shoes and turned to him immediately.

“Shower,” you ordered gently, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

He cracked the tiniest smile — the first real one you’d seen all day — and nodded, shuffling toward the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on, and you curled up on the bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while you waited.

After about fifteen minutes, the bathroom door creaked open.

You looked up — and your heart melted.

Soonyoung stood there in one of your oversized hoodies and a pair of his own sweatpants, hair still damp, face scrubbed clean of all exhaustion and pressure.

He walked over wordlessly, plucking the phone out of your hands and tossing it gently onto the nightstand.

Then — he collapsed into your arms.

You let out a soft “oof” but immediately wrapped him up, pulling the blankets over the two of you.

He buried his face into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

You held him, running your fingers slowly up and down his back.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

He just breathed you in, as if trying to replace all the stress and tension in his body with the scent of you.

Finally, in a voice so small it almost broke you, he whispered:

“I’m sorry.”

You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you said firmly.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and you kissed his forehead gently.

“I know you,” you continued softly. “I know when you’re overwhelmed.

I know when you’re scared.

And I know you’d never hurt anyone — you’re just trying so hard to be perfect.”

His face crumpled slightly, and you wiped the tears away before they could fall.

“You don’t have to be perfect with me, Soonie,” you whispered. “You just have to be mine.”

He let out a shaky laugh, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m so tired,” he admitted brokenly. “I’m trying so hard, but it never feels like enough.”

You shook your head, pressing kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his temple.

“It’s enough,” you whispered after every kiss.

“You’re enough.”

He clung to you tighter, finally letting the walls crumble completely.

And you stayed there with him, rocking him gently, whispering love into every inch of his tired heart.

That night, Soonyoung slept in your arms — safe, loved, and finally free from the crushing weight of expectation.

Because he knew, with you, he didn’t have to carry it all alone.

He just had to be himself.

And that would always, always be enough.

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I cannot believe that he’s next to leave guys omg😭 ALSO SEVENTEEN COMEBACK NEXT MONTHHH AND TOUR IM SO EXCITED!!!

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[dohoonie42]

Learning to love out loud

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Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort

Fem!reader x idol!Jun

Word Count: 2.9k+

Summary: Jun being a “silent love” kind of boyfriend but learning to be more open for you.

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Jun wasn’t bad at love.

He just… loved you quietly.

Silent touches.

Soft glances.

Unspoken loyalty.

He didn’t need to say “I love you” all the time — because he showed it in his own way:

walking you home after late schedules, staying up with you during your worst nights, keeping all your selfies saved in hidden albums.

You understood him.

You loved him for who he was.

Still…

there were moments when you wished he could love you a little louder.

Like tonight.

The two of you were walking along the Han River, the sky painted with fading colors of sunset, the city lights starting to twinkle awake.

It was perfect — almost.

You glanced down at your hand swinging at your side.

Empty.

Jun walked beside you, hands shoved in his pockets, a comfortable distance apart.

He wasn’t looking at you — just quietly taking in the view.

You didn’t blame him.

You didn’t want to force him.

But still —

a tiny pang bloomed in your chest.

You imagined what it would feel like if he reached out.

If he laced his fingers with yours, just because.

If he bought you those flowers you passed earlier, even just a single stem.

You knew he loved you.

He didn’t have to say it.

He didn’t have to prove it.

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt sometimes.

You masked it with a soft smile.

Kept walking beside him like everything was okay.

But Jun wasn’t clueless.

Not when it came to you.

He noticed the way your smile faltered for half a second.

The way you tucked your hand into your jacket pocket instead of leaving it out.

The way you grew just a little quieter.

It gnawed at him all night.

When he dropped you off at your apartment later, and you hugged him goodbye, he hugged you back a little tighter than usual.

Like he was trying to tell you something without words.

You didn’t say anything either.

But Jun didn’t sleep that night.

Instead, he called Minghao.

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“She’s not upset,” Jun said, frustrated, “but… she’s sad. I could see it.”

Minghao, wise as always, sighed on the other end of the line.

“Junhui, sometimes love doesn’t have to be silent all the time.”

Jun was quiet.

“You show her you love her in the ways you know how,” Minghao continued gently.

“But maybe it’s time you show her in ways she needs to feel it too.”

Jun sat on his bed, head in his hands.

“It’s the little things,” Minghao added.

“Hand-holding. Compliments. Random flowers. It’s not about big gestures — it’s about thoughtfulness.”

Jun thought about your empty hand swinging by your side.

The way you smiled even though you were hurting.

And he made a decision.

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The first time Jun tried, it was… awkward.

You were meeting him after practice, just for a casual dinner.

He spotted you waiting by the car, fiddling with your phone.

His heart raced.

Just grab her hand, he told himself.

It’s not that hard.

He walked up beside you, and before he could think too much, he reached out and gently slipped his fingers through yours.

You froze for a second —

then looked up at him with the softest, most surprised smile he had ever seen.

Jun wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Instead, he squeezed your hand tighter.

You didn’t say anything.

You didn’t need to.

You just kept walking with him, hand-in-hand.

And your smile didn’t falter once.

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After that, it snowballed.

Jun started buying you flowers.

Not every day — but randomly, when he saw a bouquet that reminded him of you.

Sometimes it was a giant arrangement.

Sometimes it was a single daisy.

Every time, your face lit up like the sun itself.

He started complimenting you more too — shyly at first.

“Your smile is pretty today.”

“That dress looks nice.”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Each time, you glowed brighter.

Each time, his heart melted a little more.

And he started saying “I love you” out loud.

Still not every five seconds — that wasn’t him.

But more than before.

When you least expected it.

When it meant the most.

“I love you.”

Soft, simple, sure.

You started to notice.

Of course you did.

You noticed the way he held your hand without being asked.

The way he gave you flowers just because.

The way he kissed your forehead in public without caring who saw.

The way he whispered “I love you” against your temple like a secret just for you.

Your heart swelled with every little change.

Not because you ever doubted his love —

but because he was trying.

He was stepping outside his comfort zone.

For you.

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A couple of weeks later, you finally brought it up.

You were sitting on his couch, tangled up together in a warm heap.

Jun was half-asleep, arms draped around you lazily, his chin resting on your head.

You pulled back slightly to look up at him.

He blinked down at you sleepily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Junhui,” you whispered.

“Hmm?”

“You’ve been different lately.”

He stiffened immediately.

“Different… bad?”

You laughed softly, cupping his face.

“No. Different… amazing.”

His brows furrowed, confused.

“You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed,” you said, pressing your forehead against his.

“I notice everything you do.”

His ears turned red.

“I just…” he muttered, voice rough with emotion, “I wanted to be better. For you. I wanted you to feel how much I love you, not just know it.”

Your heart squeezed painfully.

“You were always enough,” you said fiercely, kissing the tip of his nose.

“But thank you. Thank you for trying anyway.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else.

You peppered kisses all over his face —

his cheeks, his forehead, the little mole under his eye, his jaw, his lips.

He laughed breathlessly, clutching you tighter.

You didn’t stop.

You kissed every inch of him you could reach —

until he was a giggling, flushed mess under you.

“You’re going to kill me,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Death by affection.”

“Good,” you said, grinning against his skin.

“What a way to go.”

You showered him with love until he physically couldn’t take it anymore, until he was whining and hiding his face in your neck, laughing helplessly.

And after that day, Jun became clingy.

Painfully, adorably clingy.

He always had a hand on you now —

fingers twined with yours, arms around your waist, lips pressed to your temple.

He pouted when you sat too far away.

He demanded cuddles constantly.

He mumbled “I love you” into your hair when he thought you were asleep.

You created a monster.

And you loved every second of it.

Because loving Jun and being loved out loud by Jun was the most beautiful thing you had ever known.

And you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

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AHHHH!!

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[dohoonie42]

Sweetest Surprise

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Idol!Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, mentions of military enlistment, light tears, heavy fluff, clingy!Mingyu

Summary: You surprise Mingyu in Mexico for his birthday, and after a long day of missing Wonwoo, he finds comfort, kisses, and love in your arms.

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The moment you saw the photos, you knew.

His red eyes at the airport, the way he clutched the strap of his bag, head low, barely acknowledging the cameras—it broke your heart. You knew that look. You’d memorized every version of his smile, every flicker in his eyes, and every slump in his shoulders. That wasn’t just exhaustion. That was grief. A quiet, aching kind.

Wonwoo had enlisted that very morning. And it was Mingyu’s birthday tomorrow.

The two had been inseparable for years—best friends in the truest sense. The kind of bond that didn’t need words, the kind that felt like home. And now, for the first time in years, Mingyu had to spend his birthday without him. Not only that—but you were in Korea. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

You booked the flight that night. You couldn’t let him be alone, not when everything inside of him was unraveling like that.

You messaged his manager as soon as you landed in Mexico, letting him know you were heading to the hotel first to drop off the gifts, flowers, and your carefully wrapped box holding his birthday cake—his favorite, made especially by you. Once everything was in place, you left for the festival venue, keeping your hoodie pulled low and your face mask high.

Your heart was racing the entire way there.

The moment you stepped into the crowd of staff backstage, your eyes locked on the massive screen showing SEVENTEEN’s set. You watched them perform with the same energy and synchronization they were famous for—but it was easy to tell something was different.

You knew Mingyu. And tonight, he wasn’t fully there.

His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. His movements were sharp, practiced, but there was a quietness to him that not even the stage could shake off. He looked like he was going through the motions. Like his heart was somewhere else.

And maybe it was—with the best friend who couldn’t be there and the girlfriend he thought was thousands of miles away.

Until he walked offstage.

You stood just off to the side, tucked into a quiet corner of the hallway, your hands nervously clutching the bouquet. The petals trembled slightly with your grip. Your breath caught when you finally saw him—sweaty, flushed, panting from the performance, his brows knit and eyes still glossy from holding back too much.

He didn’t see you at first. He walked past, towel hanging off his neck, head tilted down, exchanging tired high-fives with the crew.

And then he stopped.

He turned his head, just slightly, and froze mid-step.

His eyes met yours.

It felt like time stopped—like the loud background chatter and the shuffle of staff faded into static. He stared for a second, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing. Then his mouth parted in the softest, most vulnerable gasp.

“…Y/N?”

You didn’t even get a chance to answer before he was rushing toward you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder with a shaky breath.

“You’re really here?” His voice cracked as he said it. “You—You came.”

You dropped the flowers and wrapped your arms around him just as tightly. “Of course I did.”

The moment was intimate and heavy and real—until the members caught sight of the two of you and immediately burst into teasing.

“Look who decided to show up!” Seungkwan teased with a smirk.

“Mingyu, your girl’s gonna think you cried before the show,” Joshua added with a chuckle.

“She already knows,” Mingyu grumbled against your neck, his grip on you not loosening for a second.

You felt his smile against your skin, and it made your chest ache in the best way.

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Dinner with the members was loud and chaotic—just how Mingyu usually liked it. But tonight, even with his plate full and laughter ringing in his ears, he never let go of your hand. Not once. His arm was either around your chair, his knee brushing yours, or his pinky locked with yours beneath the table.

It was like he needed the constant reminder: you were there. He wasn’t dreaming.

He smiled more now. Ate better. Laughed genuinely when Seungcheol nearly choked on his drink. But every so often, his eyes would drift off—like his heart still hadn’t quite made it back yet.

You didn’t push him. You knew it wasn’t time.

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Later that night, when you returned to the hotel room, he finally started to let the walls down.

After his shower, hair still damp and curling lightly, he climbed into bed with you, laying his head on your lap with a soft sigh.

You didn’t say anything at first. You just threaded your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp while his arms tightened around your waist.

He didn’t want to let go. You could feel it.

His eyes fluttered closed, but you could still see the tension in his jaw. The way his brows creased. The way his lips parted like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.

So you did it for him.

“I know you miss him.”

His eyes opened slowly, looking up at you from your lap.

“I know today was hard. I know not being able to say goodbye the way you wanted must’ve hurt like hell.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His fingers curled tighter into the hem of your shirt.

“I didn’t get to hug him goodbye,” he finally whispered. “Didn’t even see him off. Just… woke up and he was gone. I couldn’t say thank you. Or I love you. Nothing.”

You leaned down and cupped his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “He knows, Gyu. I promise you, he knows. You’ve never needed words with him. He knows you love him.”

Mingyu’s lips trembled slightly. “We’ve been through everything together. Training, debut… now he’s just gone. For a year and a half.”

Tears welled in his eyes again, and this time, he didn’t bother wiping them away. You did it for him, gently brushing them from his cheeks, pressing kisses across his forehead and down his jaw.

“I’m so proud of him,” he whispered. “But I’m scared. Scared everything will change.”

You held him closer. “He’ll come back, Gyu. You’ll perform together again. You’ll make more memories. And I’ll be here, every step of the way, reminding you that it’s okay to miss him.”

He nodded softly, tears slipping into your shirt as he buried his face into your stomach. His voice cracked with every word. “You’re all I have right now. I didn’t even realize how much I needed you until I saw you. I—God, I missed you so much.”

You kissed the top of his head. “I missed you too. So much.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” he mumbled, voice thick with emotion. “Just stay. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair again.

The silence that followed was comforting—just your steady heartbeat and the soft hum of the air conditioner. Mingyu slowly calmed in your arms, breathing evening out, arms still locked tight around your waist.

Then, barely above a whisper, he added, “Thank you for coming. This… this is the best birthday surprise.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Good. Because next year, you’re getting a cake the size of a suitcase.”

He giggled softly—his first real giggle of the night. “Only if you’re the one baking it.”

“I already planned it,” you teased. “Bear-shaped again.”

He groaned, playful. “You’re so gross. I love it.”

“You’re grosser,” you replied, pressing another kiss to his lips.

And for the rest of the night, Mingyu didn’t move from your arms. He slept curled around you like he never wanted to let go, whispering apologies, gratitude, and “I love yous” into your skin every chance he got.

Because tonight, he finally felt safe. Finally felt seen.

And finally felt loved—exactly the way he needed to.

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hey guysss!! Happy late birthday to my bb Mingyu 🫶. I’m also missing wonwoo really bad rn guys so this is my only way to cope. But anyways hope you guys liked this one!

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Midnight Grapes

Word count: 1.2k+

Fem!reader x idol!Mingyu

Genre: fluff!!!

Summary: Mingyu being a big sulky baby

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It was nearly midnight when Mingyu finally arrived home after a long day of practice. His body ached from the intense routines, but the moment he stepped through the door, all he could think about was you.

There you were, sitting on the couch, the soft light from the lamp casting a warm glow around you. Your legs were tucked under you as you read a book, completely unaware that he was home. He paused for a moment at the door, just watching you. He missed you so much today, even though you’d spent the morning together. There was something about you that made everything else seem insignificant.

He smiled softly, pushing the door closed behind him and walking over to where you sat. His tired eyes sparkled as they met yours, and a grin spread across his face.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and soft from exhaustion.

You looked up from your book, your eyes lighting up when you saw him. “Hey, you’re home late,” you said, setting your book aside and standing up. “How was practice?”

“Exhausting,” he admitted, stretching his arms above his head with a loud sigh. “But seeing you makes it all worth it.”

Your heart melted at his words. You stepped closer to him, and he immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he murmured into your hair.

“I missed you too,” you replied, burying your face in his chest.

He squeezed you tighter, his tiredness suddenly forgotten in your presence. But when he pulled away slightly, he gazed down at you with playful eyes. “Can we cuddle now?” His voice was a mix of hope and exhaustion.

You grinned mischievously, stepping back with a teasing smile. “Go shower first. You’re all sweaty.”

His pout appeared almost immediately. “What? But I’ve been waiting all day for this!” He crossed his arms, looking at you like you’d just robbed him of his last wish.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the couch casually. “I’m sure a shower will make you more cuddly,” you teased, not being able to suppress your grin.

He dramatically sighed, rolling his eyes as if you’d asked him to climb a mountain. “You’re cruel,” he muttered under his breath but knew better than to argue. He knew you were just having fun, so he turned toward the bathroom with one last, exaggerated pout.

You laughed softly to yourself as you sat back down on the couch, picking up your book again, though your mind wandered to Mingyu. You couldn’t wait to hold him, to have him close, to share the kind of comforting quiet moments you both cherished.

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A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Mingyu stepped out, looking fresh and comfortable in his sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. His hair was still damp, but he was already walking toward you with a soft smile on his face.

“Can I cuddle you now?” he asked again, a little more seriously this time, his eyes pleading.

You glanced up at him from your book and pretended to think for a moment, clearly enjoying his cute pout. “Hmm… Not yet,” you said, standing up from the couch. “I kinda want a snack right now.”

His face instantly fell, his lower lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. “What? But I’ve been waiting all day to hold you!” he whined, his voice so endearing that you had to fight not to give in immediately.

You ignored his pleading and made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a container of grapes you had saved earlier. You jumped up onto the counter, sitting down comfortably as you popped a grape into your mouth.

Mingyu, now in the kitchen doorway, stood there looking at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You’re still not cuddling me?” he asked, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t you miss me?”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his pout. How could you resist? But you kept up the teasing act. “I’m eating grapes,” you said innocently, chewing another one as you glanced at him with an exaggerated shrug. “Do you want some?”

He stepped into the kitchen, walking straight toward you with purpose. “No,” he replied, his voice soft but laced with a hint of disappointment. “I want you. Not your grapes.”

You tried to keep your face straight, but the giggle that escaped from your lips gave you away. “Alright, alright,” you sighed, holding out a grape to him. “Come here.”

He immediately moved closer, standing between your legs as you sat on the counter. His hands found your thighs, resting gently as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours.

Without missing a beat, you fed him the grape, and he took it with his mouth, his lips brushing against your fingers. It sent a wave of warmth through you, and you smiled at the little moment.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, the teasing finally leaving your voice. Without waiting another moment, you pulled him down into your arms, holding him close to you. Mingyu immediately relaxed in your embrace, exhaling a deep breath as his arms circled around your waist.

He buried his face in your neck, and you ran your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so right, so comforting.

“I’m sorry for teasing, I just wanted to see your cute pout,” you murmured, pulling back slightly to look at him.

He raised his head, his eyes locking onto yours, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you—slowly, tenderly, as if he were pouring all of his feelings into it. The kiss deepened as your arms tightened around him, and for a moment, the world outside the kitchen seemed to disappear.

When you finally pulled away, he smiled against your lips. “I think you owe me more than just that,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate.

You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully. “I think you’ve earned them,” you replied.

Without another word, Mingyu carefully lifted you off the counter and carried you to your shared bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked, your body pressed against his chest. The room was quiet except for the sound of his heartbeat, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was home, and now everything felt right.

As he set you down gently on the bed, Mingyu moved to lie beside you, you pulling him into your arms immediately. You both settled into the bed, his head nestled in your neck, and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I think I could stay like this forever,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“Me too,” you whispered, closing your eyes as he snuggled closer to you, feeling the warmth of his body, the soft breaths against your chest, and the comfort of his presence.

And as the night grew deeper, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other, content and at peace. There was no place you’d rather be than in Mingyu’s arms.

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first postttt!!!! What do you guys think? I wanted to try and write something and wanted to show it off 🙂‍↕️ but anyways hope you guys love it as much as I do 🫶

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