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[eclipsaria]

The full fic for Tour Date by @ppyopulii now live! Read it here!

Tagging: @bella-feed @stvrlight-123 @ateez-atiny380 @reiofsuns2001 @itsgghowitsgg @amongsttheshadow @caratcak3 @zelouscookierebeltrash @ohannah @leigh-darling @yearnoclock @hihiallure @apriyada @hanniescookie

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

Click here to join the taglist

-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional slow burn

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, drama, cursing, miscommunication, not really e2l more like they just get off on the wrong foot, lots & lots of tension, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, reader suffers from anxiety, mistreatment of idols by staff, mentions of needles from piercings (belly button, lobe, eyebrow, nose)

*Smut warning(s): fingering (reader receiving), semi-public making out, hickeys (ljh receiving)

W/C: 20k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

[eclipsaria]

Ideky im taking so long to update an smau series that will end at chapter 12🤡 me such a clown BUT TRUSTTTT I LOST SMAU MOTIVATION FOR A WHILE BUT I WILL DEFINITELY BRB,,,, just... dont know when? Hahahaha (i will definitely get back for sureeeee ard augst smh)

THE POWER OF FINISHING IT BY THE END OF AUGUST LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

[eclipsaria]

I already gave my url long ago and I was tagged for chapter 1 too but I was thinking if I'll be tagged for the next chaptes 😅 thank you for confirming. Can we know when the next chapter will be out? It was really good

I was told that she will be posting 2nd chapter any time next month and the updates will be randomly spaced, but if you are tagged for the 1st chapter it should be a no problem for you🤭

[eclipsaria]

Is it possible for you to tag me in bae-sically fake? 🥰 I want to read chapter 2 when it comes out but in your taglist I can't choose if I want to be tagged for all chapters. I want to read the full fic. But if I sign up once does it mean I'll be tagged everytime new chapter is released?

Yes you will be tagged in every chapter, just enter your url and select jeonghan's, and youre done!

[eclipsaria]

The full fic for Love in Half Tones by @nerdycheol now live! Read it here!

Tagging: @bella-feed @stvrlight-123 @ateez-atiny380 @reiofsuns2001 @itsgghowitsgg @amongsttheshadow @caratcak3 @zelouscookierebeltrash @ohannah @leigh-darling @yearnoclock @hihiallure @apriyada

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

Click here to join the taglist

-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional slow burn

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, drama, cursing, miscommunication, not really e2l more like they just get off on the wrong foot, lots & lots of tension, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, reader suffers from anxiety, mistreatment of idols by staff, mentions of needles from piercings (belly button, lobe, eyebrow, nose)

*Smut warning(s): fingering (reader receiving), semi-public making out, hickeys (ljh receiving)

W/C: 20k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

[eclipsaria]

Chapter 1 for Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs now live! Read it here!

Join the taglist to be notified when the 2nd part of the fic comes out.

Tagging: @bella-feed @stvrlight-123 @ateez-atiny380 @reiofsuns2001 @itsgghowitsgg @amongsttheshadow @caratcak3 @zelouscookierebeltrash @ohannah @leigh-darling @yearnoclock @hihiallure @apriyada @2mimi2 @hanniescookie

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

Click here to join the taglist

-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

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-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional slow burn

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

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-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

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-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

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-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, drama, cursing, miscommunication, not really e2l more like they just get off on the wrong foot, lots & lots of tension, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, reader suffers from anxiety, mistreatment of idols by staff, mentions of needles from piercings (belly button, lobe, eyebrow, nose)

*Smut warning(s): fingering (reader receiving), semi-public making out, hickeys (ljh receiving)

W/C: 20k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

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-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

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-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

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-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

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-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

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-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

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-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

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[eclipsaria]

The 1st part for All Twisted Secrets by @esrione now live! Read it here!

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100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

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-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

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-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional slow burn

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, drama, cursing, miscommunication, not really e2l more like they just get off on the wrong foot, lots & lots of tension, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, reader suffers from anxiety, mistreatment of idols by staff, mentions of needles from piercings (belly button, lobe, eyebrow, nose)

*Smut warning(s): fingering (reader receiving), semi-public making out, hickeys (ljh receiving)

W/C: 20k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

[eclipsaria]

Took You Long Enough

Summary // In which a workaholic CEO finds his calm in the form of his respected senior’s daughter.

Pairing:

CEO! Seungcheol x reader

Warnings:

Fluff, slow-burn, romance, engaged, age gap(10 years), mentioned of kids, married, food, cologne and watch brand names, sugar daddy! Seungcheol if you squint, lmk if i miss out any

Side characters:

SVT members

W/C:

12 671

Rating: [ 13+ SFW ]

Note:

@nerdycheol , you are the one that suggested the watch brand and Hermés cologne brand🤣 and you as a cheol's wife, i take anything you said🫡

Song:

Main Masterlist

Seventeen Masterlist

Taglist

Âme Sœur Masterlist

The office buzzed to life every morning by 8:00 a.m. A polished world of swift elevator dings, the rhythmic tapping of keyboards, and the faint scent of espresso lingering near the breakroom. Floors were lined with pristine glass partitions, and employees moved with a subtle urgency, well aware of the silent clock that ticked behind every deadline.

On the top floor, behind a sleek black door embossed with silver letters, was the corner office of Choi Seungcheol, the man who built the company from the ground up. He wasn’t just the CEO, he was the presence. Charismatic, sharp, and composed, Seungcheol was known for walking into a room and changing its air pressure with just a glance. Rumor had it that he could read a financial report faster than most people could skim a menu, and no one ever left a meeting with him without either a promotion, a plan, or a panic attack.

But beneath his tailored suits and impenetrable gaze was a man with a past no one dared to ask about, and a reputation he carried like armor.

Today, as sunlight spilled through the towering windows of his office, Seungcheol stood facing the city skyline, coffee in hand, unaware that the day ahead would shift everything he thought he had under control.

At just 30 years old, Choi Seungcheol had already climbed the summit most people only dreamed of. It was hard to believe he started as a low-level assistant at the age of 20. No connections, no shortcuts, just a relentless work ethic and a vision that burned behind his sharp eyes. He wasn’t born into wealth, nor did he inherit the company. Every step upward was carved with grit and sleepless nights.

Now serving his second year as CEO, there wasn’t a single person in the company who questioned his leadership. Titles didn't need to be old to command respect, not when every project under his lead launched with flawless execution, crushing expectations and setting new industry standards. His name echoed in boardrooms across the city as a young prodigy, the kind of leader who didn't just manage—but rewrote—the playbook.

What made him even more admired, or perhaps feared, was how calm he remained in the face of chaos. Seungcheol didn’t just make decisions; he made the right ones and fast. He listened more than he spoke, observed more than he intervened, and when he did speak, the room listened.

He turned back from the window now, placing his coffee on the desk as his assistant knocked twice on the door.

“Come in,” he said coolly, buttoning his suit jacket.

In a world where soulmates were real, love was less of a question and more of a certainty. The rule was simple. When you meet your soulmate, just one look into their eyes, and you’ll hear wedding bells. Not a metaphor—actual bells. Ringing in your ears like a celebration only you two could hear. After that, everything seemed to fall into place, like the universe giving you a neatly wrapped ending: soulmates meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after.

Well… everyone except Choi Seungcheol.

His friends, his closest circle, were either happily married, halfway through wedding plans, or sending him pictures of their toddlers with captions like “Uncle Cheol, when’s your turn?” The world was moving fast, and for someone like him, who always caught up quickly, this was the one race he couldn’t outrun.

He wasn’t single because he hated love. He just didn’t want to gamble with emotions. Exes and soulmates don’t mix well. What if he fell in love with someone who wasn’t the one? What if he broke someone’s heart only to meet his true soulmate later, and it all came crumbling down? So he stayed away from flings, from love, from anything that could mess with the balance of his life.

Still, it didn’t stop the slow crawl of anxiety. He wasn’t worried about getting married late, he was worried about his parents.

At 27, his mother had set him up on a blind date with someone’s daughter, he showed up out of respect, but came home early with a headache.

At 28, his father mailed out carefully written profiles of Seungcheol to other families with daughters, practically advertising him like some limited-edition luxury product.

By 29, they dropped all pretense and started pushing for an arranged marriage. “Just meet her, see if your eyes ring,” they said. He didn’t.

Now at 30, Seungcheol didn’t know what plan his parents were cooking up, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.

But what could he do? Nothing. And so, as always, he chose the routine that never disappointed him: Wake up. Go to the office. Handle meetings. Review reports. Sign approvals. Go home. Sleep.

It was safe. Predictable and efficient.

It was just another day at work. The usual hum of morning emails and the faint buzz of distant phones filled the air, when Seungcheol’s secretary knocked once before entering, arms full with neatly stacked document files.

She placed them on his desk without a word at first, as he flipped through the last few pages of a report. But then, came a rare request.

“Mr. Shin from Jeonghwa Group has extended an invitation. It’s a masquerade party,” she said, tone light but respectful. “Held by his wife. They’re hoping for your attendance.”

The name made Seungcheol look up, pausing mid-page. “…Mr. Shin?”

She nodded. “Yes. He personally requested your presence.”

Choi Seungcheol blinked once, then leaned back in his chair. Mr. Shin wasn’t just anyone, he was a veteran in the business world, one of the few people Seungcheol looked up to when he first entered the corporate jungle at twenty. Sharp, poised, but known for his warm charisma, Mr. Shin had once told Seungcheol over lunch: “Success is important, but relationships will carry you further than numbers ever will.”

Unfortunately, Seungcheol never quite grasped the latter.

He was never a party type. In his mind, parties disrupted efficiency. Hours wasted in polite conversation, standing under chandeliers, sipping drinks he didn’t care for. He didn’t hate people, he just… preferred structure.

But this invitation wasn’t something he could brush off. Not when it came from Mr. Shin. Refusing could send the wrong message, and disappointing both Mr. Shin and his wife was out of the question.

A soft sigh escaped his lips.

“…Tell them I’ll attend,” he said finally, a faint crease forming between his brows. “Clear the schedule for that night. If there are any clashes, push them back. And set a time for shopping. Something formal. Masked.”

“Understood,” his secretary replied with a slight smile, already tapping notes into her tablet as she turned to leave.

The door clicked shut behind her, and then silence returned. Seungcheol sat there for a moment longer, staring blankly at the papers in front of him before removing his glasses and slowly pinching the bridge of his nose. A heavy sigh followed.

“A masquerade party, huh…” he muttered.

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The night of the masquerade arrived with a velvet sky draped in soft stars, the city skyline glowing beneath it like scattered jewels. Seungcheol’s black car pulled up to the venue. An opulent estate on the outskirts of the city owned by the Shin family, known for hosting only the most exclusive circles.

From the very first step inside, the masquerade felt like stepping into another world.

The entrance hall was grand. High arched ceilings adorned with delicate gold filigree, with glittering chandeliers casting warm light across the polished marble floors. Elegant floral arrangements stood tall in glass vases, the soft scent of fresh orchids and lilies lingering in the air. Staff in crisp uniforms glided past with trays of champagne and wine, offering delicate glasses that sparkled like the guests themselves.

And the guests. Each one hidden behind ornate masks, dressed in tailored suits and flowing gowns, laughter muffled by polite conversation and the occasional clink of crystal. The entire ballroom shimmered with motion and elegance, the air alive with quiet prestige.

At the far end of the room, an orchestra played a soft, haunting melody. A waltz that wound through the evening like silk. Violins harmonized with cellos as couples swayed gently across the dance floor, their silhouettes graceful under golden lights. The music didn’t demand attention; it wove through the space, letting elegance speak for itself.

Seungcheol stood at the entrance for a moment longer, absorbing the scene. Dressed in a deep charcoal tuxedo, his mask was sleek, made of brushed silver, perfectly fitted and simple. Just like him.

He adjusted the cuffs of his suit with quiet precision and took a slow breath.

Seungcheol moved through the grand hall with quiet grace, the soft shuffle of his polished shoes drowned by the music and conversation. His eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted a familiar figure near the center of the ballroom. Mr. Shin, dressed in a regal navy suit, silver embroidery trimming the collar of his jacket. Standing beside him, equally elegant, was Mrs. Shin, her mask adorned with pearls that shimmered with every turn of her head.

With his posture poised and his mask adjusted, Seungcheol approached them and gave a respectful bow.

“Mr. Shin, Mrs. Shin,” he greeted formally, voice steady. “Thank you for the kind invitation.”

Mr. Shin turned, a pleased smile stretching under his mask. “Seungcheol! I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show. I’m glad you came.”

Mrs. Shin offered a soft nod, “You look dashing tonight, dear. As always.”

“I wouldn’t miss this, not when it comes from the both of you,” he said with a light smile, still formal in tone. “The venue is breathtaking.”

They shared a few pleasantries, light jokes exchanged beneath crystal chandeliers. Seungcheol tried his best to blend into the moment, smiling at the passing comments, laughing politely, sipping wine when handed a glass, but the stiffness in his shoulders never quite faded.

And then, as expected, his conversation naturally veered back to what he knew best.

“Actually, just before coming here, we finalized the restructuring proposal for the third branch’s distribution-”

He stopped himself, but the Shin couple only smiled knowingly.

Mrs. Shin tilted her head with a gentle chuckle, “Oh, darling. You can talk about work all you like if it helps you feel at home. No masks are needed for that.”

Her words, though playful, pierced the tension in him like a warm knife through ice. Seungcheol let out a soft exhale, barely realizing he had been holding his breath.

And so, he spoke. About the company. About numbers. About staff growth. About challenges and solutions.

And strangely enough, the conversation didn’t feel out of place. Mr. Shin offered insights, Mrs. Shin listened intently, nodding with that gentle, matronly glow she always carried. The air grew lighter around them, the laughter more genuine, the pressure in Seungcheol’s chest slowly easing.

Then, Mr. Shin placed a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder with a proud smile.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he said. “My daughter just returned home after her studies abroad. I think the two of you will get along.”

Seungcheol turned just in time to see her approach.

You wore a pale lavender gown, subtle and elegant, flowing like morning mist. Your mask was delicate, silver trimmed with lace, soft feathers curling at the edges. You moved with the grace of someone raised in soft-spoken confidence, eyes quietly scanning the room until they landed on him.

The moment your eyes met, everything fell silent, except for the sound of wedding bells. Clear and unmistakable. Ringing only in your ears, like the universe had struck a chord, and fate had written the first line of a new story.

Both stood still for a moment too long, unsure whether to speak or breathe. And in the corner of his eye, Seungcheol saw Mrs. Shin’s knowing smile.

The bells still echoed faintly in Seungcheol’s ears, even as the rest of the ballroom returned to its natural soundscape. Soft music, low chatter, the clinking of glasses.

But for Seungcheol, the world had slowed.

His soulmate. He had finally found you. He should have felt relief, even joy. This was the moment most people spent their lives yearning for. The ache he had carried silently for years, the lingering worry behind every family dinner and silent commute, had finally found an answer.

But fate, it seemed, wasn’t going to make it easy.

You are twenty. Young, bright-eyed, and still new to the world. Ten years younger. And worse, you are Mr. Shin’s daughter, the Mr. Shin he had admired for over a decade, the very man who shaped the path Seungcheol now walked. It didn’t feel real. It didn’t feel allowed.

This couldn’t be happening… could it?

Just as he was grounding himself, still locking eyes with the girl whose existence had just turned his world upside down, Mr. Shin’s voice cut in again, calm and casual.

He reached out, gently patting his daughter’s head as he looked at you with a father’s pride.

“I’ve been preparing for retirement,” he said, almost wistfully, “but before I can step back, I need to make sure she’s ready for what comes next.”

Seungcheol turned to him slowly, blinking.

“I need someone to teach her how to face the working world. Someone sharp, experienced… someone I trust more than anyone else in this industry.”

He turned fully to Seungcheol now, smile warm, eyes firm.

“So before I retire, Seungcheol… can I pass her to you? For mentorship, or practical training. Nothing prepares someone better than real experience.”

The room suddenly felt too warm.

Seungcheol’s grip on his champagne glass tightened slightly, his composed expression slipping just barely for a breath of a second.

Not only had he just discovered his soulmate, he was also being asked on the same night to personally guide you into the working world, into the very fire he had spent ten years learning to survive.

And you would be close every day. His soulmate. His senior’s daughter. His future trainee. His knees almost gave out, but he smiled faintly and nodded, because what else could he do?

“…Of course, sir,” he said, voice steady despite the quiet chaos behind it. “I’d be honored.”

But in his mind, there was only one thought: this is going to be a problem.

As if sensing the moment had grown too full, Mr. and Mrs. Shin politely excused themselves to greet other guests, leaving Seungcheol standing face-to-face with the person who had just unknowingly disrupted the stability he had clung to for years, you.

He watched you for a second longer, trying to find the right words, or any words at all.

You looked up at him too, unsure yet calm. Composed, despite the thunderous sound that only the two of you had heard. And then, gently, your voice slipped out from behind your mask.

“So… I guess we heard it too,” you said quietly, referring to the wedding bells.

Seungcheol let out a short breath, a dry chuckle escaping him. “Yeah. We did.”

A pause hung between you. Heavy, but not uncomfortable, more like the silence that comes when something profound has settled in the space.

“I’m Choi Seungcheol,” he said, dipping his head politely. “But I assume you already knew that.”

You gave a polite little curtsy, unable to suppress a small smile. “And I’m Shin Y/N.” You tilted your head a bit. That earned a faint, genuine smile from him.

The orchestra shifted to a softer tune, one that made the chandeliers shimmer with each drawn note. Around you, the world moved on—guests swayed on the dance floor, laughter floated in waves—but between you and Seungcheol, the air remained still. Electric.

“I didn’t expect this,” he admitted. “Tonight, or… you.”

You let out a small laugh. “You mean you didn’t expect your soulmate to be twenty years old?”

His eyes widened a little, surprised by your boldness, before he shook his head slowly with the ghost of amusement on his face. “Was I that obvious?”

“Just a little,” you teased. “But it’s alright. I didn’t expect my soulmate to be someone my parents literally worship either. So I think we’re even.”

He looked at you, really looked, and saw more than just his senior’s daughter. He saw someone with her own mind, her own spark. Not just someone being pushed into his world, but someone who could make space in it.

“If this gets overwhelming,” he said suddenly, voice a little softer, a little more real, “just say so. I won’t rush into anything. I know this is… a lot.”

You raised a brow, your gaze gentle. “Why do you sound like you’re the one overwhelmed?”

He paused, as if your words peeled away a layer of him.

“…Because I’ve spent years building a life I could control,” he said quietly.

You smiled behind your mask. “Then maybe I’m here to teach you how to let go. Just a little.”

That caught him off guard. A breath of silence passed… and then, he laughed, low and genuine, maybe for the first time all week.

“…I think you might be,” he murmured. And just like that, under the soft music, crystal chandeliers, and masks that hid just enough but revealed just as much. The world had quietly started to change for Choi Seungcheol.

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The next day arrived with polished shoes, pressed suits, and a strangely quickened heartbeat that Seungcheol couldn’t quite explain, not until his office door was knocked on, sharp and polite.

His secretary peeked in with a gentle smile, then stepped aside. “Young Miss Shin has arrived, sir.” And then you stepped in behind her.

For a moment, just a moment, Choi Seungcheol forgot how to breathe.

At the masquerade, your mask had hidden part of your face, letting only your voice and eyes do the talking. But now, standing there in the light of his office, dressed professionally yet effortlessly graceful, you looked nothing short of a princess sent straight from a fairytale.

Your features were delicate, your posture refined, and your smile-

God, that smile.

You bowed deeply, a full 90-degree gesture of respect. “It’s an honor to work under you, Mr. Choi.”

That broke something in him, just for a second. He almost gulped, throat tightening as he tried to suppress the warmth crawling up his neck. His jaw clenched lightly, keeping his face composed as always, but his eyes… his eyes betrayed him for a heartbeat too long.

His soulmate was bowing to him like a subordinate, like he wasn’t losing his grip on the damn air in the room.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice still firm but quieter than usual. “You may begin today.”

He cleared his throat and quickly looked away, standing up and adjusting his cufflinks just to buy time. “You may return to your tasks,” he told his secretary, who gave a small nod and closed the door behind her.

Now, it was just the two of you.

The air shifted again. Quiet, but not cold, just full.

You stepped forward softly, hands tucked behind your back, walking with a quiet elegance that echoed across the floor of his office. You stopped just short of his desk, leaned forward a little, and smiled.

“I wish for a happy time working with you, Mr. Choi.”

His heart skipped a full beat. He blinked once, then twice. He internally cursed himself for how fast his chest reacted, how your presence so effortlessly chipped away at the steel mask he had worn for years.

“…Don’t get too comfortable,” he muttered under his breath, turning slightly away as he pretended to check something on his desk.

He picked up a pen, but forgot what document it was for. Clearing his throat again, he motioned for you to sit on the chair in front of his desk.

“Take out a pen and a notebook,” he said briskly, avoiding your eyes. “If you want to be the next CEO of your father’s company, you’ll need to start by remembering a few things.”

Still smiling, you sat down and pulled out your notebook obediently.

“Rule number one,” he continued, finally looking at you again, but carefully now, like one wrong glance would unravel him. “No one cares about your title. Earn their respect with competence, not your last name.”

You nodded, scribbling it down.

“Rule two,” he said, watching the way your hair fell slightly as you wrote. “Always know more than you speak. And listen more than you think.”

You lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze and softly replied, “That sounds exactly like you, Mr. Choi.”

His pen almost slipped from his hand. He coughed once more, this time trying to suppress the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Rule three,” he said sharply, eyes back on your notebook. “Stop charming your mentor. It’s distracting.”

You giggled, quiet, warm, and knowing.

He didn’t say it out loud, but deep down, he already knew that this was going to be a long, dangerous, beautiful mentorship.

The first few hours of your mentorship under Choi Seungcheol moved swiftly, on the surface.

He kept his instructions sharp, his tone professional, walking you through key departments, introducing the core team, and pointing out what made his company function like a well-oiled machine. To any outsider, it looked like another day of excellence from the CEO.

But the staff, sharp-eyed and always quietly observant, noticed something was off. It wasn’t something loud. There were no smiles stretched too far, no extravagant gestures. It was the way he stood a little too close.

The way his voice dropped just slightly whenever he spoke to you. The way he’d glance at you longer than he intended when you weren’t looking. And above all, the strange, rare gentleness in his expression when he watched you scribble notes or tilt your head in concentration.

To them, he was different today.

Seungcheol didn’t think so. He was just… doing his job. Guiding you, as Mr. Shin had asked, offering knowledge and sharing insight. So why did standing next to you feel like the only part of his day that wasn’t suffocating?

Every time your shoulder brushed his as you walked beside him, his chest felt lighter, like the years of pressure he’d buried beneath routine and deadlines were slowly peeling away.

He blamed it on the soulmate bond. That had to be it.

Still, it didn’t explain how you made silence feel so comforting. Even when neither of you were talking, your presence carried a calm aura—quiet but grounding.

And for someone like Seungcheol, a man who lived and breathed pressure, your calm was unfamiliar… and unsettling.

Not in a bad way, but in a foreign, “how-do-I-function-while-feeling-peace” kind of way.

He was in the middle of explaining their operations team structure when he noticed you looking up at him with that same unwavering gaze. Focused, soft, and admiring, as if he wasn’t just your mentor, but someone you deeply trusted already.

That was when he blanked out. He literally forgot the point he was going to make.

“-and that department handles… uh…” His brows furrowed, staring at the floor plan pinned on the wall like it had betrayed him. “The, um…”

You tilted your head. “The logistics team?”

He cleared his throat, nodding once. “Right. Logistics.”

His voice returned to its usual pace, but internally, panic echoed like an alarm.

Thankfully, a familiar knock on the glass broke the moment. His secretary peeked in again.

“Sir, your meeting is in fifteen minutes.”

A lifeline.

He straightened quickly. “Right. Thank you.”

He turned to you, voice brisk but not cold. “I’ll need to prepare. My secretary will guide you around the rest of the office.”

You nodded politely. “Of course, Mr. Choi.”

And just like that, he walked away, maybe a little too quickly, and stepped into his office, letting the door close behind him.

Only when the lock clicked into place did he exhale. Running a hand through his hair, he leaned against his desk for a second, glaring at nothing in particular before muttering under his breath: “…Wake up, Choi Seungcheol.”

He scowled at his own reflection in the black monitor, then sat down and opened the meeting files, anything to distract himself from the echo of your smile in his mind.

The meeting room was sleek and quiet, filled with department heads and key project managers all seated in neat rows around the long conference table. On the wall, the quarterly projections were being presented by one of the finance leads: charts, graphs, bullet points ticking forward one by one.

From the outside, Choi Seungcheol looked the same as always. Sharp suit, steady gaze, and the calm posture as he sat at the head of the table.

But his fingers betrayed him.

They tapped quietly against the table’s surface, then began twirling his pen between them. An unconscious habit. Over and over, the silver pen spun in rhythm, not once slipping, not once faltering. Precision, yes, but not focus.

His eyes stayed forward, directed at the slides, but his mind wasn’t in the room.

It was still in the hallway. Back where you walked beside him, soft footsteps echoing alongside his. It was stuck on the memory of the way you tilted your head, smiling gently. The way your voice sounded when you said, “I wish for a happy time working with you, Mr. Choi.”

His heartbeat picked up again.

He subtly loosened the top button of his collar with one hand, hoping no one noticed. A deep breath filled his lungs, but did nothing to cool the sudden warmth behind his ears.

Get a grip, Seungcheol.

One of the department leads directed a question toward him. He caught it, answered professionally and concisely. The pause before he spoke was half a second too long, but not enough to cause alarm.

His pen spun again, even faster now, almost mechanical.

Why was this happening?

He had handled crises, led multi-million-dollar negotiations, turned failing branches into flagship models. He had faced rooms full of foreign investors and government officials. But now, here he was, fidgeting with a pen like some college intern, thinking about a girl with calm eyes and a presence that made his carefully structured world feel… quiet.

Not empty, just quiet. And Seungcheol didn’t know if that was comforting—or terrifying.

Someone called out his name again, snapping him out of his trance.

“Yes?” he responded, blinking back into the present.

All eyes turned to him, waiting. He cleared his throat and nodded slowly. “I agree with the previous point. Let’s move forward with scenario B, but add a contingency plan for client-side delays. I’ll review the proposed schedule by Friday.”

Everyone nodded. The meeting continued.

But even as the presentation resumed, Seungcheol’s hand never stopped spinning the pen. And under the table, where no one could see, his leg bounced just slightly.

He didn’t even realize he was smiling, just barely.

The meeting ended without incident, at least from an outside perspective. Everyone filed out of the room with their notes and laptops, chatting quietly, discussing next steps. Seungcheol stayed seated for a few seconds longer than usual, pretending to review the printed schedule, though his eyes barely read the lines.

When he finally stood, he adjusted his jacket, gave his usual nod to his assistant, and made his way back to his office.

The walk down the hallway was normal. The familiar click of his shoes on polished floors. A few passing greetings from staff. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until he opened his office door. And you were there, seated on the leather guest chair in front of his desk, legs crossed, notebook in hand. You looked up immediately as the door opened, offering him that same disarming smile, the one that had singlehandedly ruined his focus for the past two hours.

“Oh,” you said softly, “welcome back, Mr. Choi.”

His steps faltered, but only for a second. He walked inside with his usual calm, closing the door behind him. “Did my secretary bring you back here?”

“She did,” you replied, standing up as a gesture of respect. “I didn’t want to wander around too long without you.”

His jaw tightened ever so slightly at that sentence.

Without me, huh?

He made his way around the desk, taking his seat while pretending not to notice the way your presence shifted the air in the room. He placed his notes down, but didn’t look at them.

You stood there quietly, notebook still in hand, waiting—always respectful, always composed. He hated how much he liked that.

“Did you find the rest of the office tour informative?” he asked, finally meeting your gaze.

You nodded, stepping forward again, calm and graceful. “Yes. Everyone was kind. But…”

You paused for a beat, then gave a teasing tilt of your head. “It’s a little boring without you.”

His pen rolled slightly across the desk from how fast his fingers froze.

You quickly added, “I meant that you explain things better. That’s all.”

“…Right,” he replied, clearing his throat, gaze darting briefly to the side before grounding himself again. “Let’s resume where we left off then. Sit down.”

You obeyed, smiling faintly as you opened your notebook again. Seungcheol forced himself to focus—not on you, not on your expression, not on the soft perfume that somehow lingered between the pages of your notes—but on his words. Yet, as he began speaking again about corporate hierarchy and strategic positioning, his voice betrayed him. It was softer now, gentler.

He wasn’t sure when that started happening. He only knew it never sounded like that before you arrived.

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The sun dipped lower behind the skyline, casting a golden hue across the city buildings outside his office window. The office had begun to empty, lights switching off one by one as employees finished their tasks and bid each other goodnight.

Seungcheol was still at his desk, organizing a few final documents, when your voice cut through the stillness.

“Mr. Choi?” you asked, standing by the doorway, bag slung over your shoulder. “I think my driver forgot to come. I’ve been trying to call, but… nothing.”

He looked up immediately, brows tugging together. “Didn’t your father assign someone?”

You shook your head, looking only slightly bothered. “Both of my parents are working late today. The housekeeper said she can’t leave either. I can wait, it’s fine. I’ll figure something out.”

Seungcheol stared at you for a moment longer before instinct kicked in. He grabbed his phone and stood up, dialing Mr. Shin with practiced fingers.

The call connected quickly. “Mr. Shin,” Seungcheol said with crisp professionalism. “This is Seungcheol. I wanted to ask if I should assign one of my drivers to send Y/N-”

“Why do you fetch my daughter back home?” Mr. Shin’s voice cut in, amused. “You know where my house is, and I’m sure my daughter trusts you.”

Seungcheol’s brain momentarily stalled.

“I- uh…” His voice cracked before he caught himself. “Yes, sir. Of course. If that’s what you prefer.”

“You’ll be fine,” Mr. Shin said cheerfully, “Good luck,” and then promptly hung up.

The silence in his office was sudden, sharp. Seungcheol lowered his phone slowly, blinking at it like it had betrayed him.

And then, your voice.

“So?” you asked, leaning slightly into the doorway now, your tone light, your smile just a touch too innocent to be unintentional. “What did he say?”

Seungcheol sighed, head tilting back briefly toward the ceiling. A soft groan escaped him, one of defeat rather than irritation. He looked at you, one brow slightly raised.

“Grab your things,” he muttered, already reaching for his coat. “Let’s go. I’ll drive you home.”

You let out a delighted hum, following close behind as he flicked off the lights and walked toward the elevator.

Inside, the air was calm and comfortable, yet Seungcheol’s heart thudded just a little faster. Not because of the weight of responsibility, but because you were beside him again, walking into the kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward.

This day was spiraling far faster than he’d planned… and he hadn’t even started the car yet.

The car ride started in silence.

You sat beside him in the passenger seat, hands resting neatly on your lap, your bag tucked by your feet. Seungcheol, behind the wheel, exhaled slowly as he adjusted the rearview mirror, not because it needed adjusting, but because he needed something to do other than look at you.

He wasn’t used to this.

His soulmate, sitting this close, beside him, inside his car. A space that had always been quiet, strictly for thinking or decompressing. Now? It felt like you were too close, and your presence was too warm. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, and then your voice came. Soft, teasing, and sweet.

“You don’t talk much when you’re driving, huh?”

His knuckles went white on the wheel. “I’m focused.”

You chuckled. “Focused on not crashing? Or focused on ignoring me?”

His jaw clenched.

God, your voice.

Light and lilting, floating straight into his ears, sitting there like it belonged. It curled around him slowly, teasing the edges of his control. He prayed to every higher being in the sky that the red light wouldn’t last long, or else he’d melt into the driver’s seat. And then you had to go and say it.

“By the way… I know I didn’t ask earlier, but is it okay that I sit here? In the front?”

He nearly choked on air. What was he supposed to say to that? No, please sit at the back so I don’t lose my mind?

“It’s fine,” he muttered under his breath, eyes locked firmly on the road ahead. “You’re my passenger. Of course you sit there.”

But you weren’t just his passenger, you were his soulmate, and you were looking at him like you could see every thought written on his skin.

He was barely holding it together. His grip on the steering wheel never eased. His heart was pounding in a very unsafe rhythm, and he had no idea what expression you were wearing because he didn’t dare glance your way.

Not until you touched him.

It was gentle, a brush of your fingers over his knuckles, maybe meant to comfort him. But the warmth that surged through his entire arm?

The way your touch somehow seeped into his skin and calmed every frantic part of him?

Too much, his heart skipped a beat, and that was when he almost crashed.

“-Shit,” he hissed as the car veered just slightly toward another lane. Someone honked loudly. Seungcheol reacted fast, jerking the steering wheel just enough to swerve back, crossing briefly into an open lane before easing to the side of the road.

He came to a slow, shaky stop. Only then did he realize, he’d been holding his breath. The exhale that left him was heavy, his hands still frozen on the steering wheel. His eyes wide, jaw clenched, adrenaline coursing through him, and beside him, you were giggling. Not just giggling, you were laughing.

He turned his head slowly, lifting one eyebrow in disbelief.

Your laughter only got louder, trying, but failing, to look apologetic as your shoulders shook.

“Y-You almost-” you hiccuped in the middle of your laugh, “-crashed because I touched your hand? Really?”

He should have been mad, or embarrassed. But instead… he found himself smiling, leaning back against his seat as the tension slowly bled out of him.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, half amused, half exasperated. “Too dangerous.”

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, still breathless. “Sorry! I really didn’t think it’d throw you off that much.”

He clicked his tongue, finally letting out a small laugh of his own. “Don’t touch me when I’m driving, or I might not just almost crash next time.”

You placed a hand over your chest, playfully solemn. “Got it. Hands off the CEO while he’s behind the wheel.”

With a final, lingering look, and a sigh that carried a secret smile, he started the engine again. This time, the drive was calmer, still quiet. But the silence now? Laced with warmth.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

The next day, Choi Seungcheol arrived at the office ten minutes earlier than usual. Hair styled neatly, tie perfectly knotted, suit crisp. A plan already mapped in his head.

Today, he told himself, he would not lose focus, he would be composed and professional. Distant, even.

He was a CEO, not some college boy crushing on his lab partner.

And then you walked in. Calm as ever, radiating soft energy like it was stitched into your aura. You greeted everyone with a polite bow, a warm smile that reached your eyes, and when your gaze met his across the hallway, you smiled wider.

He blinked once.

Not today, he reminded himself, adjusting the cuffs of his blazer. Stay sharp, Choi Seungcheol.

You followed behind him into his office, as per usual. You placed your notebook on the desk neatly, your voice as honeyed as it was yesterday. “Good morning, Mr. Choi.”

His heartbeat betrayed him again, but he forced a nod.

“Morning. Let’s begin the schedule,” he said, already opening his laptop to avoid your eyes.

But you weren’t done. You tilted your head slightly, eyes narrowing with playful curiosity. “You slept well after your near-death experience yesterday?”

He stiffened.

You were teasing him, again.

His jaw clenched, and he sighed through his nose. “It wasn’t near-death.”

“It was slightly near,” you said with a soft giggle. “You looked like you were about to write your will in that parking lane.”

He closed his laptop slowly, eyes finally meeting yours. “Are you done?”

You grinned. “Maybe.”

He clicked his pen once, and twice. Trying to stay unbothered and ignore the way your laughter from the day before still echoed in his ears like a favorite song.

“Right,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “Let’s move on to today’s shadowing.”

But you weren’t going to let him off that easily. You had plans. You stayed close, just close enough to keep him aware of your presence, but never inappropriate. You asked thoughtful questions, tilted your head as you listened, eyes always fixed on him with that same soft admiration.

Your voice? Still sweet.

Your tone? Still respectful, but never flat.

He was drowning quietly. And the worst part? He knew you were doing it on purpose.

He tried keeping distance. Told you to observe from the corner during a department discussion. You obeyed, then proceeded to thank him afterward, calling his approach “insightful and clean-cut.”

He told you to grab coffee for a break, hoping you’d step away. You returned ten minutes later with a second cup for him. His favorite, somehow.

He froze when you handed it to him. “How did you know this is what I drink?”

You tilted your head again, the faintest smile playing on your lips. “You mentioned it once. Thought I’d remember.”

He had no words, just sipped silently, while the heat of the coffee failed to cover the warmth spreading in his chest.

By lunch, he was cornered—emotionally, mentally, completely. And then came the final blow.

You peeked into his office again after a quick team session, hands behind your back like a child with a secret. “I finished organizing the files from the budget review. Do you want me to bring them now, Mr. Choi?”

He nodded. “Yes, that’ll do.”

You stepped inside, but instead of placing the files on his desk, you walked closer, slower, and set them gently right beside him, leaning just a bit forward. Then, you whispered, voice like silk, “You're doing great, you know.”

He turned his head so fast it startled even himself.

You stepped back immediately, that same sweet expression never leaving your face. “Just thought someone should tell you.”

He stared at you, absolutely blindsided.

You smiled again. “I’ll get back to my desk now.”

And with that, you turned and walked away, like you hadn’t just sent his heart sprinting through his ribcage.

He leaned back in his chair slowly, dragging a hand over his face, muttering under his breath: “…I’m doomed.”

Per Mr. Shin’s earlier request, Seungcheol knew that as part of your mentorship, you needed to start observing internal meetings, especially the ones that mattered. And this one, definitely mattered.

The conference room was filled with tension the moment it began. You sat beside Seungcheol, with his secretary just one seat away. The opposing company’s team stood at the other end of the long, glass table—well-dressed, well-prepared, and, unfortunately, woefully out of touch.

At first, the presentation was tolerable. Numbers were clean, projections stable, but as soon as they reached the slide titled Strategic Timeline for Implementation, everything changed.

Seungcheol’s eyes narrowed.

The speaker on the opposing side continued confidently, explaining outdated timelines and collaborations with partners Seungcheol had long since flagged as liabilities.

He raised a hand, slowly, but firmly.

“Hold it,” he said.

The speaker paused. Seungcheol gestured toward the screen. “This segment. You need to revise this strategy. We’ve already seen instability in those markets. Collaborating there puts the project at risk.”

The man across the table gave a tight smile. “We understand your concern, Mr. Choi, but altering the current timeline may damage our relationship with the local representatives. A shift might send the wrong message.”

Seungcheol’s expression hardened.

“I said it needs to change.”

The tension escalated. His voice was still level, but underneath it was a warning. You could feel the air grow heavier around the table. The other attendees exchanged subtle glances. His secretary lowered her gaze.

You sat there, watching him. His knuckles were turning white, hand clenched against the table. His shoulders stiff, jaw set, clearly holding back the frustration simmering inside.

Should you do something? You hesitated. You’d never seen him this serious before. This cold. It was a side of him you hadn’t met: CEO Choi in full form. Intimidating, sharp, commanding.

But something in you… moved.

Even if he’s your boss. Even if you’re scared. You didn’t want him to be swallowed by the storm he was holding back.

So, gently—barely noticeable to anyone else—you reached out beneath the table, and touched his knuckles.

The tension left his hand almost instantly. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look at you, but he felt it, and it grounded him.

His eyes flicked back to the presenter. His shoulders lowered slightly. And then—calm, steady, dangerous—he spoke again.

“I said the cons of not changing. If you can’t change,” he began, voice slow and clear, “I can already see your company failing, and dragging mine down with it.”

The room froze.

“So I suggest you change it,” he continued, folding his hands neatly in front of him, “or I’ll stop collaborating with you altogether.”

He leaned forward just slightly, voice dropping a notch.

“It’s not a question. It’s a statement.”

Dead silence followed.

The opposing speaker faltered, swallowed hard, and eventually nodded. “Understood… We’ll revise it.”

Seungcheol nodded once, satisfied. “Good.”

The rest of the meeting passed with no further resistance. Everyone suddenly became a lot more agreeable. When it ended, people stood slowly, gathering their notes and trying to pretend they hadn’t just witnessed the CEO version of a guillotine.

You, meanwhile, were still seated, glancing at him quietly.

As soon as the door shut behind the last guest, Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath. Not loud, but deep. Then he finally looked at you. Not cold, not intimidating, just… aware.

“Thanks,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.

You blinked. “For what?”

He didn’t say anything right away. Just offered a small, dry smile. “For keeping me from flipping the table.”

You giggled softly. “Glad I could stop a potential lawsuit.”

He laughed under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. “You’re sneaky, you know that?”

You tilted your head. “Me? I just touched your hand.”

“Exactly,” he murmured, eyeing you. “That’s the problem.”

The heavy oak doors to the meeting room closed with a muted click, sealing away the tension that had filled the space just moments ago. The silence that followed was a welcome relief, wrapping around the room like a comforting blanket.

Seungcheol remained seated at the head of the table, shoulders finally relaxed, jaw no longer set, but he didn’t move, not yet.

He glanced toward you, and then his gaze dropped to your hands.

They were resting gently in your lap, fingers slightly curled, relaxed. The same hands that had grounded him just minutes earlier with nothing more than a simple touch.

His eyes lingered there longer than he should have and you noticed.

A soft giggle slipped past your lips, making his eyes flicker up to your face in mild panic, but you weren’t teasing. Your smile was warm, as if you already understood what he was thinking without needing him to say it aloud.

You shift your seat closer to his, and without asking, without hesitation, you reached out and gently cupped his hands, both of them.

Your palms were warm. Your grip wasn’t delicate, it was steady and secure, like you weren’t just touching him, you were anchoring him.

He stiffened at first, not used to being handled like that. But when he looked up and met your eyes, something cracked inside him. Something quiet.

You smiled at him again, sweet and sure, and then said with the calmest voice he’d ever heard: “Hold onto mine if you want. I’m always here beside you.”

The words weren’t loud, they weren’t dramatic, but God, did they hit hard. His breath caught somewhere in his throat, his fingers, usually firm and commanding, hesitated, and then slowly, tentatively, curled around yours.

The pressure in his chest eased, the sharp edge of his thoughts dulled, and in its place was only your warmth, quietly settling in his bloodstream, pushing out the last remnants of the anger and disappointment that had clouded him just minutes ago.

It felt dangerous and addictive, but more than anything, it felt right.

He said nothing, still lost in your gaze.

And you? You didn’t ask for anything in return, you simply stood there, smiling as if you had all the time in the world to wait for him to breathe again.

And finally, he did.

“…You’re trouble,” he whispered, lips barely moving.

You laughed, soft and silvery. “You’ve said that before.”

He shook his head slightly. “I meant it even more now.”

But he didn’t let go, not yet.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

The day had finally drawn to a close. The last of the lights at the office flickered off, and staff began to disappear one by one. Choi Seungcheol stepped out of the elevator, jacket draped over his arm, briefcase in hand, ready to head home.

That was until his secretary caught him in the lobby.

“Mr. Choi,” she said with a small nod toward you, waiting quietly near the front entrance. “Ms. Y/N doesn’t have a ride.”

He blinked once.

Again?

His eyes drifted toward you. You were scrolling on your phone, humming lightly under your breath, completely unbothered. Just like yesterday.

Suspicious.

You looked up at him at just the right moment, smiling, and all his suspicion melted into a sigh.

“...She’s doing this on purpose,” he mumbled to himself, but louder than he meant to. Still, he nodded toward the car. “Let’s go.”

You fell into step beside him, cheerful and bright even in the evening glow. Once inside the car, you didn’t even hesitate, you walked straight to the passenger seat and slid in smoothly, as if it were your assigned spot.

Seungcheol sat in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and began to drive.

Silence filled the space again, peaceful, but electric in its own way.

He kept his eyes forward, focused, or trying to be. Then your voice—soft, laced with mischief—cut into the quiet.

“Do you want to get late supper?”

The car didn’t swerve this time, but Seungcheol’s grip on the wheel definitely stiffened. He glanced at you briefly.

Late supper? That was not in the schedule.

His routine was sacred. Home, shower, towel-dry hair for two minutes exactly, collapse onto bed, wake up, work, and repeat.

He did not do it spontaneously yet here you were, blinking at him innocently.

At the next red light, he turned his head fully to look at you.

“Late supper?” he repeated, like the phrase was foreign.

You nodded. “I know there are some places still open for people like me.”

People like you? What did that mean? Were you just… casual about life like that? Wandering the streets at midnight, hunting for warm broth and rice with no plan whatsoever?

That was chaos, and dangerous… but oddly tempting. And while his mind absolutely panicked over the idea of shifting his routine by even an inch, his heart was already halfway to the restaurant.

He stared at you. You stared back, innocently and unassuming, completely unaware of the inner breakdown he was having. Or… maybe fully aware.

He sighed heavily, eyes closing for a second. “Key in the address.”

You beamed, tapping in the location into his GPS. He drove through the green light with a defeated grunt. He glanced sideways, catching the teasing glint in your eyes. and for once in his life, he didn’t hate the idea of change.

The city lights shimmered against the night sky, and neon signs flickered above street corners, glowing softly like stars fallen to the ground. The GPS guided Seungcheol through a few narrow turns before slowing to a stop beside a quiet cluster of food stalls tucked between two buildings.

The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat, fried batter, and warm soup broth.

It wasn’t flashy or pristine, it wasn’t anything remotely close to what CEO Choi Seungcheol was used to.

And yet… he was here.

You stepped out of the car with a bright grin, your shoes softly clicking on the pavement. You turned back to face him as he closed the car door slowly, taking in the unfamiliar scene like a foreign landscape.

“First time?” you asked, eyes twinkling under the streetlight.

“…Yeah,” he admitted, adjusting his sleeves. “Very first.”

You giggled, hugging your arms to yourself. “Same. But I wanted to explore, and I figured... food like this probably tastes better when you’re not worried about etiquette.”

He raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “That’s what everyone says before they get food poisoning.”

You shot him a mock glare. “You’re such a corporate man.”

“And you’re reckless,” he muttered, but followed you anyway.

You led him to one of the stalls with a steaming pot of tteokbokki, skewers glistening beside it. The ahjumma running the stall gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to sit.

The two of you took seats on worn plastic stools under a flickering lightbulb, the table in front of you scratched with time, marked with memories. And somehow, to Seungcheol, it felt weirdly peaceful.

You handed him a pair of chopsticks and smiled. “Let’s try not to act like we just left a board meeting.”

Seungcheol stared down at the food. No plated silverware, no polished wine glasses, just bubbling spicy sauce and steam against the cool air.

It was chaotic and… warm.

He picked up a piece of rice cake, blew on it once, then tasted it. His eyebrows rose.

“...That’s not bad.”

You laughed. “Not bad? That’s it? That’s your review?”

He nodded, eyes focused on the next bite. “Spicy. A little sweet. Soft texture. Good balance.”

“God,” you groaned, “you’re reviewing it like a Michelin judge.”

“You invited a CEO. What did you expect?”

You laughed again, and the sound danced through the night air, making his chest feel far lighter than it had all day.

As you both ate, conversation flowed more freely. You talked about small things: food preferences, random bucket list items, silly high school moments. Seungcheol found himself leaning forward more, laughing softly, even forgetting to check the time.

He didn’t even realize how relaxed he looked. Tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, chopsticks clumsily trying to balance a fish cake skewer.

At one point, you handed him a tissue as he dabbed the edge of his mouth, cheeks slightly red from the heat of the spice.

“Next time,” you said between bites, “we should try grilled skewers by the river. I heard they open till 3AM.”

He stared at you.

Next time?

A part of him panicked again, knowing this was starting to become a habit. But the other part? The one quietly folding inside his chest, heartbeat slow and warm? That part didn’t mind at all.

After the last bite was eaten and the food stall cleared, you both stood up from your stools, stomachs full and spirits even fuller. You reached into your bag for your wallet, already fishing out a few bills to pay, but before you could even lift your hand to the stall owner, Seungcheol moved faster. With practiced ease, he gently pushed your hand aside—not harshly, but firm enough to make you blink in surprise—and handed over the exact cash to the ahjumma behind the stall.

He didn’t even look at you as he accepted the change with a polite nod.

You, on the other hand, were left blinking in quiet disbelief.

No words were exchanged in that moment.

The two of you returned to the car under the soft night sky, sliding into your seats once again. The car’s interior greeted you with its usual scent, clean leather and something that faintly smelled like cedarwood and coffee. As the engine rumbled to life, you turned your head toward him, curious.

“How did you have cash money in you?”

He glanced sideways, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the air conditioning. His lips curled into a lazy smile.

“I’m not always a card guy, okay?”

You let out a playful scoff. “Right. A card and cash money guy who doesn’t know how to relax.”

That made him laugh this time, a sound that was deep and rich and a little too attractive for your heart to handle. But it didn’t stop there.

He turned to say something else, only to realize you hadn’t buckled in yet. His eyes lowered to the strap by your side, then back at you.

“Seatbelt,” he muttered softly, but instead of waiting for you to fix it, he leaned in.

You froze.

The air felt thinner suddenly.

Seungcheol reached across you, one arm brushing past your shoulder, fingers catching the seatbelt smoothly as he clicked it into place. His scent surrounded you, something expensive and warm. He didn’t notice how close he was. He didn’t see the way your breath hitched, or how your lashes fluttered like they were trying to compose themselves.

To him, it was just another responsible act.

To you? It was too close. Too sudden and overwhelming.

He leaned back into his seat like nothing happened, shot you a relaxed smile as his hand returned to the wheel.

“Ready to head back?” he asked, as if your heart wasn’t thundering like a drum in your ears.

You stared at him for a moment longer, lips parting, unsure if you should thank him or scream internally. But eventually, you just gave a small nod, tucking your hands on your lap.

“Yeah…” you said quietly. “Ready.”

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The morning sun seeped gently through the sheer curtains of Seungcheol’s penthouse, casting warm light across his pristine walk-in closet. Rows of crisp shirts, tailored blazers, perfectly ironed trousers, and a curated collection of designer watches lined the walls like an exhibition.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror, a clean white shirt buttoned to the collar, his charcoal grey blazer slung loosely over one arm. His hair was still slightly damp, falling in soft waves over his forehead.

And yet, he frowned.

Something was… off.

His hands moved on their own, slipping off the blazer and replacing it with a navy one. He buttoned the cuffs, stared into the mirror and tilted his head.

No, too stiff.

He tried again. Swapped the navy for a muted sand-colored jacket, loosened the collar slightly, and he looked at himself.

Too soft.

A sigh escaped his lips. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

There was no event today, no company gala, no board of directors flying in from overseas. It was just a regular day at work. But then again… you would be there.

That alone was enough to make his entire closet suddenly feel insufficient.

He wasn’t even sure when it started, this strange habit of wanting to look just a little better each morning, starting from today. All he knew was that your eyes, so bright and attentive, always lingered a little longer than necessary. And the way you smiled at him, as if he was someone worth admiring…

He wanted to live up to that look.

He tried on three different watches before settling on a Piaget brand Polo Date watch. Switched out his usual thin-framed glasses for a bolder pair. Dabbed on a Creed brand cologne. Then he stood back, observing himself fully.

Blazer sharp, tie slightly loosened, hair perfectly imperfect, and a hint of confidence in his smirk, just enough to keep him grounded. Still, he chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“Choi Seungcheol...”

But he didn’t change.

With one last glance in the mirror and a small breath to steady the fluttering inside his chest, he grabbed his keys and headed out.

The automatic doors of the building slid open with a soft whoosh, letting in a gentle gust of morning air. Seungcheol stepped into the familiar lobby, polished floors reflecting the low sunlight spilling through the glass walls. The day had just begun. Staff were slowly trickling in, exchanging greetings and organizing the day’s start.

And then he saw you, standing near the entrance, chatting lightly with the front desk assistant, smiling just enough to make time slow down.

You looked simple—fresh-faced, your hair styled neatly, blouse tucked into a modest skirt—but to Seungcheol, you were breathtaking.

Maybe it was the light hitting you just right, or the soft sound of your laugh, or maybe, it was just you being you. Whatever it was, he was gone the moment your eyes lifted to meet his.

You turned fully toward him, a little surprise in your gaze, followed quickly by something warmer, something curious as your eyes slowly drifted from his face to… his clothes.

You blinked once, and then twice before your lips curled up knowingly.

“Oh?” you said with an arch of your brow, arms crossing lightly over your chest. “New look today, Mr. Choi?”

He tried to act unaffected, adjusting the strap of his watch as if it wasn’t planned, as if he hadn’t spent twenty minutes debating between jackets this morning.

“I just picked whatever was clean,” he said flatly.

You giggled softly, stepping closer, eyes never leaving his figure.

“Well, whatever was clean looks really, really good today.”

He froze, not obviously, but just enough for his breath to catch for half a second.

You looked back up at his face, tilting your head, clearly amused at how his ears turned ever so slightly pink.

“Are you blushing?”

“I’m not,” he deadpanned.

“You are.”

“Y/N,” he warned lightly, though the corners of his lips gave away the smile threatening to break free.

You stepped beside him, walking toward the elevator as he followed. “You know,” you said, glancing at him sideways, “if dressing up makes you this charming in the morning, I might start asking you to do it more often.”

He scoffed gently, pressing the elevator button. “Don’t get used to it.”

“But you did it for me, didn’t you?” you teased, voice low and sweet.

The elevator dinged, and he walked in without responding. You followed closely behind, the space inside suddenly smaller than you remembered. He stood beside you, hands in his pockets, looking straight ahead. You looked up at him with a soft smile. You already knew the answer. And when he caught your reflection in the elevator door, still staring at him with that quiet affection, you saw it: that small smile, breaking through.

The morning had passed quietly. Well, as quiet as it could be when your mentor happened to be the CEO and also your soulmate.

You sat at your desk just outside Seungcheol’s office, sorting through case studies he had handed you earlier. You were almost done highlighting key points when your phone buzzed softly beside your notebook.

It was a message from your mother.

《Mom: Your father and I were wondering if Seungcheol is free for lunch today. Just something casual. We’d love to see the two of you together. I made a reservation already, just in case.》

Your eyes widened slightly at the abruptness. You sighed softly. Of course your mom didn’t wait for confirmation before booking a spot. After re-reading it twice, you got up from your desk, lightly knocking on Seungcheol’s office door before pushing it open.

He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his blazer draped over his chair, sleeves rolled up as he reviewed a report. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of your knock.

“Yes?”

You stepped in, holding up your phone. “My parents messaged. They want to have lunch with you today. Apparently they already made a reservation.”

He turned fully to face you, eyebrows raised ever so slightly. “Today?”

You nodded, showing him the text.

He didn’t react much on the surface, but you could tell he wasn’t the type who took surprises well. Still, his expression remained composed, only betraying a flicker of hesitation before he walked back to his desk and pressed a button on his intercom.

“Cancel the team check-in for 1PM. And block a lunch schedule under the Shin family.”

“Understood,” his secretary replied promptly.

He turned to you, expression unreadable but his tone even.

“I assume they picked a restaurant already?”

You nodded. “They did. I’ll send you the location.”

He gave a slow blink, then looked down at the stack of work on his desk, clearly adjusting his internal clock again.

You smiled faintly. “You don’t have to look so serious. It’s not a shareholders meeting.”

He gave a short sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve met your parents, right? Do they seem like the type to keep things ‘casual’?”

You laughed. “Touché.”

He watched you quietly for a moment, eyes softening. “Are you nervous?”

You paused. “…Maybe a little.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re… you,” you said honestly. “And I know how much they respect you, likewise to you.”

He held your gaze a beat longer, before his lips curved, just slightly. “You make it sound like I’m meeting them for the first time.” then he cleared his throat and reached for his watch.

“I’ll pick you up from your desk at twelve-thirty.”

You nodded, turning to leave, but not before tossing him a cheeky smile over your shoulder.

“You better dress handsomely again, Mr. Choi.”

The only reply you got was the sound of a pen clicking behind you, and a quiet, amused exhale.

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The restaurant was elegantly quiet, the kind of place where even the clink of silverware was softened by velvet-covered walls and subtle classical music. The hostess led you and Seungcheol to a private room, where your parents were already seated. Your mother in her pearls, your father sharp in a navy suit, as dignified as ever.

“Seungcheol,” your father greeted first, standing to shake his hand. Seungcheol gave a slight bow, professional but respectful.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr Shin.”

“Likewise. Please, sit.”

You quietly slipped into the seat beside Seungcheol, across from your parents, your hands folded politely on your lap.

The first few minutes were expected. Business as usual. Your father inquired about company expansion, potential collaborations, the trajectory of your training under Seungcheol’s wing. You listened attentively, occasionally stealing glances at your mentor, who answered every question with calm poise and clean, articulate responses.

It was going perfectly. Then the food arrived, and with it, your mother’s sudden ambush.

“So,” she said lightly, reaching for her soup spoon. “How is my daughter in your company?”

Seungcheol dabbed his lips with a napkin before answering.

“She’s attentive. Observant. Quick to adapt. Not many would have the initiative she’s shown in just a few days.”

You blinked, warmth blooming in your chest. The compliment made you sit just a little straighter. But your mother wasn't finished.

“And how is she…” she said, stirring her soup slowly, “…as your soulmate?”

The spoon Seungcheol had just brought to his mouth halted halfway. Then-

Choke.

Not a polite cough or a dignified clear of the throat, no. A full-on choke. You nearly dropped your own spoon as you rushed to grab his glass of water and held it out to him with both hands. He took it immediately, eyes watering as he tried to recover, sipping fast, gulping once, then twice.

“M-Mom!” you cried, cheeks flushing. “Seriously?!”

Across the table, your mother wore the most innocent smile imaginable. “What? I’m just curious.”

Your father turned to her slowly, eyebrows raised. “Soulmates?”

Your mother nodded, sipping calmly from her tea. “I noticed at the masquerade party. They were staring at each other for far too long. I had a feeling something happened. So I made a few… connections.”

You and Seungcheol froze.

Her eyes flicked between the two of you. Him still trying to swallow down the last of his panic, and you patting his back while staring wide-eyed at her like she’d just exposed your deepest secret.

Then she tilted her head. “Am I wrong?”

Silence.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You were too stunned to deny it. Beside you, Seungcheol finally lowered the glass, setting it down slowly on the table.

But he didn’t look up. Not at your mother, and especially not at your father.

His fingers curled slightly in his lap.

You could see the gears in his head… what would they think? A man ten years their daughter, their trusted work partner… now tied to her by something unbreakable, fated.

He was terrified of your father’s judgment, terrified of how this would change everything.

You saw it all in the way his shoulders tensed, and how his eyes remained fixed on the tablecloth. For a moment, the air was still. Then your father set down his spoon with a soft clink and leaned back in his seat.

“…Choi Seungcheol,” he said.

Seungcheol immediately straightened in his chair, gaze still lowered. “Yes, sir.”

Your father’s voice was unreadable. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Seungcheol hesitated. “…Because I didn’t want to risk complicating anything. With your daughter… or with you.”

Your mother looked between the two men, eyes narrowing slightly. You bit your bottom lip, and your father was quiet again. Then, after a moment that stretched painfully long, he spoke.

“…You’re an honorable man, Seungcheol.” Both you and Seungcheol blinked. Your father continued. “I’ve known that since the first time you sat across from me in a boardroom. That hasn’t changed. But now…” He looked directly at Seungcheol. “That honor means something more. It means you’ll protect her.”

Seungcheol finally looked up, stunned.

Your father gave a small nod. “You didn’t choose this, neither did she. But if fate tied you together, then all I ask is that you treat her well, not as your intern, not as your subordinate, but as your equal.”

You stared at your father, lips parted in surprise. And beside you, you heard the breath Seungcheol finally let out. Quiet, shaky, and filled with quiet relief.

“…I will,” he said, voice low but clear. “I promise you. I’ll protect her, sir.”

Your father nodded again, then returned to his soup like he hadn’t just shaken the tension off the entire table. Your mother, watching everything with that quiet knowing glint in her eyes, simply smirked behind her teacup.

“Well,” she said, “now that that’s out of the way, let’s enjoy lunch properly.”

The quiet click of the car doors closing echoed softly in the air, muffled only by the cocoon of silence surrounding the two of you. The engine remained untouched. Seungcheol sat in the driver’s seat, his hands resting lightly on the wheel, gaze fixed on the windshield.

But he wasn’t seeing the road.

He was reliving the moment, the conversation over lunch, the weight of your father’s words, the softness in your mother’s knowing smile. He had braced himself for resistance, for disapproval, for that slight pause before your father might say “But she’s still too young.” Instead, what he got… was a blessing. Permission to be selfish with his heart, to love you out loud.

He swallowed hard, feeling the words echo in his chest like they had carved out space just for you. You didn’t choose this, but if fate tied you together... treat her as your equal.

And god, he would.

He would treat you like a queen. He’d spoil you relentlessly, shamelessly. He’d plan every date to perfection. He’d get you that charm bracelet you’d once said you liked, and for every monsary you celebrated together, he’d add a charm. One for each memory.

The pressure of restraint melted off his shoulders like winter snow beneath the sun. And in its place, something even warmer bloomed: freedom. Freedom to love you.

And so, without starting the car, without breaking the moment, he turned his head, and saw you already watching him.

Lovingly. Softly.

As if your gaze could read the chaos of emotions unraveling in his chest.

You smiled, a small, sweet curl of your lips. “Hi,” you whispered.

That single word, just one syllable, was enough to make his head spin.

He laughed. A real one. Not the tight-lipped CEO chuckle he gave in meetings, no. This one was open, light, carefree. His teeth showed, his eyes crinkled, and you, caught in his joy, joined him with a soft chuckle of your own.

Then the laughter faded into something quieter, heavier, something that made the air between you two spark.

His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“Mind if I do something,” he said slowly, voice low and a little breathless, “that’s normal for a thirty-year-old me... but might be embarrassing for you?”

You blinked once, head tilted like a curious kitten, but you nodded, without hesitation. And with that, he leaned in.

One hand lifted, fingers brushing past your hair to cradle the back of your head gently. His touch was steady and certain, like he had waited long enough.

And then, he kissed you soft and warm, eyes closed. No rush, no pressure, just him letting everything he had been holding in for days spill into that single, quiet kiss.

You melted against him almost instinctively, lips moving in sync with his—tender, slow, meaningful.

And in that kiss, Seungcheol thought: so this is what peace tastes like, this is what fate feels like.

When he finally pulled back, your foreheads brushed, breaths mixing in the small space between. You opened your eyes slowly, cheeks flushed, lips parted. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it trembled with something sincere.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since the masquerade.”

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

The hum of conversation filled the large, sunlit private room in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. Laughter echoed off the walls, glasses clinked, and the smell of food already filled the air, even though not everyone had arrived yet.

The door creaked open, and in walked Seungcheol, dressed in a sleek black shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show his watch and veins. Beside him, you entered quietly, but not subtly, your fingers gently laced with his.

Heads turned, every conversation stopped. Then-

“Woooooahhhh- what do we have here?!”

“Wait, is that her?!”

“Cheol brought someone?! Willingly?!”

A wave of chaotic excitement crashed over the room as all of Seungcheol’s friends—his closest circle, the ones he called his brothers—immediately swarmed you with bright eyes and louder voices. Mingyu clapped Seungcheol on the back so hard he nearly stumbled. Soonyoung practically bounced on his heels. Seokmin gave you the biggest, warmest grin.

They were chaos, but they were warm.

You didn’t even have time to respond before Jeonghan looped an arm around your shoulders like you were already part of the family.

“So you’re the one who melted our stone-faced CEO, huh?” he teased, eyes glinting. “God, we’ve been hearing about you without even hearing your name. It’s an honor.”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes but let out a small, amused chuckle as everyone finally settled into their seats.

The chaos didn’t stop there, though. Once the appetizers were cleared and laughter quieted to occasional giggles between sips of wine, Jeonghan leaned forward with a grin that screamed mischief.

“You know what’s crazy?” he said, pointing a lazy finger at Seungcheol. “This guy’s been dating her for two years and still didn’t bag her. Me? I dated my soulmate for three months. Three. Months. I couldn't bear waiting. A father now, remember those past times?” He flashed his ring proudly.

The others chuckled, some shaking their heads, others rolling their eyes at Jeonghan’s dramatics, even Seungcheol cracked a wide grin. But he didn’t say anything, not yet, because the best part hadn’t come.

After the main course, when desserts were being served and the wine glasses were half-full, Seungcheol stood up slowly, lifting his glass.

“I have two pieces of news,” he said, his voice calm but his smile soft.

Everyone quieted, eyes turned.

He looked at you briefly, then back at the group. “First- Y/N will be officially stepping in as CEO of her father’s company starting this year.”

A round of cheers, whistles, and applause erupted from the table.

“Yah! That’s huge!”

“A power couple, oh my god.”

“Don’t forget us little people when you both own half the country!”

You bashfully lowered your gaze, cheeks warm, mouthing a soft thank you as Seungcheol gently placed a hand on your back.

“And the second piece of news…” he continued, pausing for dramatic effect, “-is that she said yes.”

Silence with confused blinks, then-

“Wait- wait- WAIT- WHAT?!”

“SAID YES TO WHAT?!”

“Oh my GOD!”

“You’re LYING!”

The table exploded.

Mingyu stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. Soonyoung dropped his fork. Jeonghan’s jaw dropped open like something out of a drama. Seungcheol just smirked, then gently reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He didn’t even need to open it. The moment the box was visible, the screaming got worse.

You held up your hand, heart racing, showing the sparkling ring on your finger with a small smile.

“I’m his fiancée,” you said, voice shy but filled with certainty.

“No. Freaking. Way.”

“Since WHEN?!”

“DID YOU DO IT AT WORK?! Was it a boardroom proposal?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

The group erupted again, voices overlapping, hands reaching for the ring, while Seungcheol calmly sat down next to you, sipping his drink like he hadn’t just broken the minds of every single person at the table. And in the midst of all the shouting and disbelief, he leaned in close to whisper just for you to hear: “You're mine now. Officially.”

Your heart fluttered. And in the chaos of friends and laughter, you never felt more sure. Of him. Of you. Of forever.

Tagging: @stvrrylove @sol3chu @firstclassjaylee @ateez-atiny380 @reiofsuns2001 @thetjtales @metaphorandmoonlight

[eclipsaria]

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100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

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-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

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-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

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-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love(And 1 To Get It Back) by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff (?), emotional slow burn, exes to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen. The real question is, where is it found?

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-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

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-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

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-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

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-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

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-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): Cursing, hook-up culture, mentions of needles, mentions of drugs, mentions of dieting → body dysphoria

*Smut warning(s): making out, Perhaps some fingering (f!receiving)

W/C: tbd, hoping to be around 8k-10k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

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-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

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-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

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-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

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-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

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-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

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-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

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-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

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-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

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[eclipsaria]

Summary // In which a once-hesitant girl, slowly opens her heart to the boy who writes on her skin, and learns that love, when it's right, always finds its way home.

Pairing:

Lee Chan x reader

Warnings:

Mentioned of divorced, typical ol' chaebol family which does anything to seperate a couple, seperation, angst, fluff, introvert x extrovert troop, strangers-to-lovers, slow-burn, mentioned of men being negative, introvert traits, lmk if i miss out any

Side characters:

SVT Mingyu

W/C:

9 011

Rating: [ 13+ SFW ]

Note:

《"Italic"》 -> written

《 》 -> text message

Italic -> thoughts

Song:

Main Masterlist

Seventeen Masterlist

Taglist

Âme Sœur Masterlist

It was a gloomy night.

The kind that settled like a quiet ache in your bones. The streets were alive with motion. People rushing home after long, exhausting hours of work, families gathered in the warmth of their living rooms, laughter muffled behind frosted windows. Neon signs blinked through the mist, casting a soft glow on slick pavement, while car horns echoed distantly through the air. The world moved on, indifferent.

And then there was you, alone, shivering beneath layers that didn’t feel thick enough, walking briskly through the cold that felt more personal than it should. You tightened your arms around yourself, breath fogging in front of you, boots crunching over ice-crusted sidewalks as you made your way to the nearest convenience store.

When you finally reached the door, your fingers curled around the metal handle, only to recoil at the sting of frozen steel. You winced, muttered a curse under your breath, then pushed the door open with a determined shove. The bell above chimed faintly as you stepped in, letting the door swing shut behind you.

Warmth wrapped around you instantly.

It wasn’t suffocating—just right. The air-conditioner hummed softly, circulating heat that made your skin tingle and your limbs relax. With a small, relieved sigh, you unzipped your coat and shrugged it off your shoulders slightly, soaking in the comfort like it was something sacred.

You wandered down the aisles with slow, measured steps, eyes scanning rows of snacks and instant meals. Eventually, you stopped in front of a familiar shelf, fingers hesitating before reaching for your usual late-night supper. The warmth almost made you forget the cold that haunted you outside. Almost.

As you picked up a snack, a faint tingling crawled across your left forearm—soft at first, like a whisper. You ignored it. It wasn’t new, not anymore. Only when you had gathered everything you needed and walked up to the cashier did the sensation intensify. You winced slightly at the sting, almost like pressure from within, then glanced down. The words were already there, written in a smooth, looping script that wasn’t yours.

《“Are you outside? I can feel you shivering. Don’t stay out for too long.”》

You blinked once, then rolled your sleeve down without responding. As usual.

The cashier was scanning your items, giving you the same disinterested expression that most night-shift workers wore, until he spoke.

“Nice to have a soulmate.”

You raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden comment. For a second, you thought he was making conversation about your snacks, until you followed his gaze. He was looking at your arm.

The words were still there, slowly fading back into the shade of your skin like a secret slipping away.

“Oh,” you said dryly, keeping your tone neutral. “Yeah. I guess.”

You tapped your phone against the scanner, showing him the confirmation of payment and reaching for your bag. You were already halfway turned to leave when he spoke again.

“Are you… not happy with your soulmate?”

This time, you didn’t hide the eye-roll. You caught yourself before it was too obvious, plastering on a practiced smile. “Not that I care,” you replied smoothly, voice laced with finality.

He seemed to get the message. He didn’t say another word.

The moment you stepped outside, the cold hit you like a wave, stealing away the warmth you’d soaked up only moments ago. You sighed, pulled your coat tight again, and began walking home—faster now, as if you could outrun the thoughts chasing you.

By the time you reached your house, the world was quieter. Dimmer. Your fingers fumbled with the keys before finally unlocking the door. You stepped inside and toed off your shoes, the silence of the home wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Your mother and older brother were already asleep in their rooms. The only sound was the low hum of the heater and your own soft footsteps as you headed into the kitchen.

You popped the food into the microwave, leaned against the counter, and folded your arms tightly against your chest. You watched the rotating plate spin, light flickering across your features.

And then, your mind drifted. To the words on your arm. To the stranger who wasn’t really a stranger. The one tethered to you by something deeper than logic: your soulmate.

Everyone gets one. It's part of turning eighteen. There are no glowing marks or mystical tattoos like the movies paint. Just one simple discovery: write something on your arm, and someone else—somewhere in the world—will receive it. Their response will appear on yours.

For those who hadn’t met yet, or were separated by distance, it was the only line of communication they had. A shared ink. A shared pulse. And it didn’t stop at words. Feelings bled through too. Emotions, sensations, pain, even birth and death. Everything.

Two halves of a soul in two separate bodies.

You used to believe in that. Once.

But then your parents—soulmates, supposedly destined—divorced before your eighteenth birthday. That belief soured into something else. Bitterness, disappointment, and realism. So, when you turned eighteen, you refused to participate. You never once picked up a pen. Not even out of curiosity. But he did. Your soulmate.

At first, his messages were filled with excitement—pure, childlike wonder. He had been so happy to find you. You remembered the first few notes vividly, even though you tried not to. He told you about his day, asked if you were happy, wrote songs on your skin. Waited for a reply. When none came, he went quiet for a while. The silence felt heavier than the words ever did.

Then one day, the messages returned—not in pursuit of conversation, but like a diary he’d chosen to keep just for you. Every morning, every night, small pieces of him would appear on your skin. Sometimes just a sentence. Sometimes a whole letter.

Always kind. Always gentle. And you felt it—his joy, his pain, his quiet hope. Even your guilt.

He never once blamed you. Instead, he would send small reassurances. Whenever you’re ready.

《 I’ll be here."》

Still, you never wrote back. Not even once.

Your older brother found out recently. He was furious—called you out, said you were being selfish, but you didn’t change. You couldn’t, you weren’t ready, not until you figured yourself out, not until your family healed.

Therapy with your mother was the first step. One day, maybe more.

But tonight?

Tonight, all you could do was lean against the kitchen counter, arms folded, staring at your wrist, wondering if guilt counted as love, or just the echo of something waiting to become it.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

The alarm pierced through the stillness of your room, shrill and unmerciful. You groaned, rolling over and blindly swiping at your phone until silence returned. For a few seconds, you lay still, buried beneath your blanket, eyes closed, clinging to the warmth that made you forget the outside world even existed.

But the chill in the air seeped in anyway, nipping at the edges of your comfort.

You finally sat up, hair a mess and limbs stiff. Morning light filtered through your curtains—grey and unmotivated, like the sky couldn’t be bothered to rise properly either. You pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, your body cracking in quiet protest.

Then, you felt it.

A soft tingle on your left forearm—barely there, like the trailing touch of a breeze. You didn’t even look. You didn’t have to. Still, curiosity had its way. You turned your arm over lazily, eyes settling on the familiar, looping handwriting now forming against your skin.

《“Good morning.”》

Two words. That’s all.

You swung your legs off the bed, walked over to your desk, and began your usual routine. Brush teeth, wash face, pull on the school uniform. Your brother had once joked that you looked like a disgruntled office worker in it, you didn’t disagree.

As you sat down to put on your socks, the words on your arm began to fade, disappearing like breath on a mirror. It always worked like that. Soulmate ink never lingered too long. You told yourself that was a blessing.

Because remembering him… wasn’t something you wanted to do. And yet, you did. You remembered far too much.

You knew he went to your school. Knew he was in the same grade, maybe even in a class down the hall. He had told you once—or maybe three times—that he had physics first thing in the morning, and loved running during gym.

He told you everything, yet you never once replied.

He was always like that, scribbling pieces of himself into your day like confessions into a diary. Even after you ignored him, even when your silence said more than words ever could, he kept going.

He’d tell you if it was raining during his walk to school. Or how his teacher fell asleep during a video presentation and they all got extra time to nap. He even told you the color of the socks he wore for good luck during math tests. It was relentless. Honest… Lonely, maybe. And yet never bitter.

You tied your shoelaces tighter than necessary and shoved your bag over your shoulder, heading out of your room with one last glance at your bare forearm.

The ink was gone. Just like always. And still, for reasons you didn’t want to admit, it left an aftertaste. Not quite regret, not quite longing. Just something… heavy.

Your mom was already in the kitchen when you came down, sipping her tea in silence, the television playing the morning news in the background. You muttered a greeting and grabbed your lunch from the fridge, stuffing it into your bag. She didn’t say much back. Neither of you had figured out how to talk to each other properly again yet. It was a work in progress.

As you stepped out the door, bracing yourself against the cold morning air, you pulled your sleeves over your hands and walked toward school, telling yourself you were ready for the day.

The halls buzzed with noise the moment you stepped through the school gates. Chatter echoed from locker to locker, students weaving around each other like clockwork; some groggy, others overly chipper for a Tuesday morning. You kept your head low, your steps steady as you made your way toward your classroom, not in the mood to socialize.

Your fingers curled tighter around the strap of your bag as you pushed the door open and slipped in. The classroom was half full, mostly quiet except for the sound of chairs scraping and the occasional burst of laughter from the far corner. You walked straight to your seat by the window, dropping your bag with a muted thud and pulling out your materials without a word.

It was peaceful for all of two seconds.

“Good morning, Y/N,” a voice teased close to your ear.

You didn’t have to look. The familiar scent of floral shampoo, the way the chair beside you dragged unnaturally close. Only one person had the audacity to interrupt your silence like that this early in the morning.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you continued aligning your books neatly, pretending to read the header on the first page of your notebook.

Unbothered, she leaned even closer, her voice playfully light. “So… any new news about your soulmate?”

You stared ahead, face blank, and shrugged. That was your answer, that was always your answer. She wasn’t satisfied. She reached out and grabbed your wrist, not harshly, just enough to turn your attention toward her. You stopped moving, your lips pressing into a thin line, gaze meeting hers. Her smile had dimmed just slightly.

She sighed, letting go of your wrist and giving your shoulder a light tap with the back of her hand. “Still no progression from you?” she asked, eyes scanning your face as if hoping for a twitch of doubt, some crack in the wall you always kept up.

You let out a quiet hum, neither a yes nor a no, then returned to flipping through your notes. “If you already knew that, why bother asking every day?”

She rolled her eyes dramatically, clicking her tongue as she slouched in her seat. “Because one day, I’m manifesting that you’ll actually give me a different answer.”

You didn’t respond, you didn’t need to.

She reached forward and gently smacked her palm against your desk, making you sigh and reluctantly look back at her. Her eyes glittered with something between exasperation and genuine concern.

“I get it, girl. Your mom said men are trash, dogs, a pile of dogs-”

“No cursing,” you cut in flatly, eyeing the teacher who hadn’t arrived yet but could walk in at any moment.

She raised a brow. “That was an insult creatively disguised as a metaphor.”

“Still counts.”

She groaned and sat up straighter, her tone softening but her words still firm. “Okay, okay, whatever your mom said about men, I get it. I really do. But this soulmate of yours,” her finger jabbed lightly at your arm “he’s been there for you. For a year. Writing every day. Every morning, every night, through school stress and snowstorms.”

You glanced at your arm instinctively, even though it was blank now. The phantom feeling of ink hadn’t faded completely yet.

“Doesn’t that make you think,” she continued, quieter now, “that maybe… just maybe… he’s worth a try? At least for your first relationship?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it, because no matter how much you tried to shrug it off, her words sat heavy on your chest. You hated how they made sense, hated how they echoed things you'd tried so hard not to think about.

Still, you gave her the only answer you had the strength to say: “You make it sound easy.”

She smiled sadly, folding her arms on your desk like she always did when she was about to offer one of her mini sermons. “Love isn’t easy. But if someone’s already trying that hard… don’t you think you owe it to yourself to at least try too?”

The classroom noise started picking up again as more students filed in. The teacher would be arriving soon. You turned your head back to your notes, jaw clenched, heart annoyingly louder in your ears than it had been before.

You didn’t reply. Not right away. But her words stayed with you, long after the bell rang.

The classroom fell into a quiet rhythm as the teacher began scribbling formulas across the board. You kept your eyes forward, posture stiff, pen in hand. You took notes mechanically, letting your hand move on instinct while your thoughts lingered far from whatever chemical reaction was currently being explained.

A nudge from your side broke the rhythm. You glanced down and saw a folded piece of paper being subtly pushed in your direction by your best friend, her hand already back on her notebook as if nothing had happened. You raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t look at you, just tapped her pen on the desk like she was totally invested in the lesson. Typical…

You reached out slowly, unfolding the paper beneath your desk. Her familiar messy handwriting greeted you: “Trust me on my words.”

You sucked in a breath, your fingers pausing on the edge of the page. She didn’t need to say more. You knew exactly what she was referring to. That sentence alone was already pressing against the corners of your mind, slowly but surely peeling back the walls you’d built.

You crumpled the note gently, not tearing it, but folding it into a neat square again and tucking it into the corner of your desk. With another deep breath, you forced your eyes back to the board.

But your focus didn’t return, not really. Instead, your mind kept looping back to her words. “Trust me.” Trust her on what? That your soulmate’s persistence meant something? That opening yourself up—just a little—wouldn’t destroy you the way it had destroyed your parents?

You glanced down at your arm. Still blank, but your skin tingled, as though it remembered what had been there just hours ago.

He always wrote so gently. With so much care.

You looked at your pen. It felt heavier in your hand now. Like it was daring you. Daring you to do the one thing you hadn’t done in over a year: write back.

Your best friend had no idea how complicated your feelings were. She didn’t know the full story. She hadn’t seen the nights your mum came home crying with wine-stained lips, or the mornings when she pretended everything was fine while tossing burnt toast in the bin. She hadn’t been there for the slammed doors and the silences. For the day your father’s handwriting stopped showing up on your mother’s skin.

No… she didn’t know.

Your mum wouldn’t want to talk about it either. Every time she even heard the word “soulmate,” her eyes darkened, lips pressed together so tightly they turned white. You weren’t ready to face that again.

And your best friend. She had good intentions, sure, but this wasn't some teenage movie where love solves everything, which left you with one last option. Your brother.

You poked your pen against your paper absentmindedly, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He was in his final year. Between exam prep, project deadlines, and dates with his soulmate—who might as well be his second spine at this point—he barely had time to eat a proper dinner. But still… he’d notice. He always noticed when something was off.

And even if he nagged, even if he launched into his well-rehearsed monologue about how you’re hurting someone who clearly loves you, you knew he’d listen. He’d understand, maybe not everything, but enough.

You bit your lip, dragging your pen softly across the edge of your notebook, not quite writing anything, just letting it glide.

You still didn’t know what you’d write back, but for the first time in a long time, you thought about writing at all, and that was something.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

The moment the final bell rang, you packed your bag a little slower than usual. The chatter of classmates rose around you, desks scraping, footsteps rushing out to freedom, but you stayed rooted, your fingers curled loosely around your phone.

You typed a quick message to your brother.

《You: Can we talk? Just you and me. It’s about soulmates》

You didn’t wait for a reply. You already knew it wouldn't come in time. Your brother wasn’t one to check his phone often during school hours, especially not in his final year. Still, you tucked your phone away and slung your bag over your shoulder, letting out a long, silent breath.

Just as you stepped out into the hallway, a familiar sensation tickled your skin. Your eyes dropped to your arm.

Just finished my class. The sun’s out a little now, hope it’s warmer where you are.

You stopped walking.

Your breath caught, like a thread pulled tight in your chest. Every word from him made your heart ache. Every message he sent felt so close, so real, it made you want to look for him in the crowd. Just once, just a glance, would he know it was you? But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

You clenched your jaw and shook off the thought, ignoring the quiet warmth blooming in your chest. Your heart could wait. You had things to figure out first.

You turned toward the building across campus, the one for graduating students.

Your steps slowed when you neared the wide entrance. Your school’s rules were clear—each grade had its own tie color, and yours practically screamed junior to every upperclassman you passed. You tugged at the end of your tie subconsciously, wishing you could blend in. Some students gave you glances—polite, curious, or confused, but then came the familiar voice of one of your brother’s classmates.

“Hey! You’re Wonhee’s little sibling, right?”

You turned to see a girl with glasses smiling at you kindly.

“Yeah,” you replied with a short nod. “Is he still in class?”

“Should be,” she answered brightly.

You laughed lightly, rubbing your nape. “Thanks.”

You pushed forward, making your way up the stairwell. The further you went, the more out of place you felt. The hallway buzzed with older students pouring out of classrooms, brushing past you with ease. Some gave you blank stares, others whispered to their friends, clearly wondering who you were. You kept your head low, gripping the strap of your bag tighter as you climbed.

On the third floor—the floor where your brother’s class was located—you paused to catch your breath. The hallway was calmer here, quieter. And then, you saw him.

“Hey,” a familiar voice greeted.

You turned and met eyes with Kim Mingyu, one of your brother’s closest friends. Tall, always relaxed, with an easy grin that didn’t change no matter the situation.

“You’re here for Wonhee, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, grateful beyond words for seeing someone you knew. “Did his class end?”

“Almost.” Yeonjun said, gesturing behind him.

You gave a short laugh, your smile a little crooked. Yeonjun added with a soft tap on your shoulder before walking off down the hall. You watched him leave, feeling the nervous churn return to your stomach.

One step at a time, you made your way toward your brother’s classroom. You weren’t sure how this conversation would go. Maybe he’d scold you, maybe he’d listen—or maybe both, but for the first time, you wanted to try. You wanted to understand, not just run away from what you didn’t want to face.

You stood just outside the classroom door. The hallway outside the graduating class was quieter than your own building, the air filled with an almost intimidating sense of maturity. You looked down at your tie, a shade lighter than the seniors', which only reminded you how out of place you were.

A few upperclassmen passed by and greeted you with polite nods. You recognized some of them from the times you’d come by to visit your brother. You gave them a small smile, replying with a gentle "hello" as you tried to ignore the awkward stares from those who didn’t know who you were.

Finally, the door to the classroom opened. The graduating homeroom teacher stepped out first, catching sight of you.

“Waiting for Wonhee?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Yes,” you nodded respectfully. “It’s been a while.”

“You’ve grown well,” she said kindly, and with that, she left with the soft echo of her heels fading down the hall.

And then, there he was. Wonhee. Your brother stepped out of his seat towards his soulmate. They were still holding hands, his thumb brushing against her knuckles affectionately. You watched, lips quirking upward, as he bent down to give her a quick peck on the forehead. She giggled, nudging him gently.

He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, clearly checking the message you’d sent. Just as he looked up, someone from outside the class called out, “Yo! Wonhee, your sister’s waiting!”

Your brother turned his head and his gaze met yours. You raised your hand with a sheepish peace sign and a crooked smile. He arched an eyebrow and walked toward you, fingers still intertwined with his girlfriend’s.

“So… what’s up?” he asked.

Before answering, you opened your arms with mock excitement and beamed at his girlfriend. “Hi, gorgeous!”

She laughed and pulled you into a warm hug without hesitation.

Even if your belief in soulmates had dulled over time, that never meant you didn’t support their relationship. Just because you weren’t ready didn’t mean he shouldn’t be allowed to be happy. He deserved this—someone stable, someone warm.

Your mom had never said anything against it, either. Even after the divorce, she supported your brother’s decision wholeheartedly, especially now that he was twenty-one and preparing to step into adulthood. He and his soulmate were already planning on renting a place once he graduated. She gave them her blessings, wholehearted and sincere.

You pulled back from the hug, only for your cheeks to get lightly pinched by his girlfriend. “You’re acting extra sweet today,” she teased.

You grinned and Wonhee rolled his eyes. “Stop hogging my girlfriend, for god’s sake.”

Both of you giggled in sync, ignoring him entirely.

The three of you began making your way out of the building. You took a few strides ahead before slowing and nudging your brother’s elbow.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “I wanted to talk. About… soulmates.”

He glanced over, his brow furrowing just slightly.

“I mean, I was hoping to talk to just you, but I guess it’s fine if she joins too. Maybe her perspective might help.”

You cast a sideways look at her, only to find her eyes wide and blinking with surprise. “Me? Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I don’t really talk about this stuff with anyone. It might help.”

She gave a soft smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling warmly. “Then how about that café across from the library? Quiet and cozy.”

Wonhee groaned. “If this turns into a soulmates-and-feelings therapy session, I’m walking out.”

“No promises,” you and his girlfriend said at the same time.

You all laughed together.

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The café Jiyoon, Wonhee’s soulmate, chose was quiet, tucked in between a laundromat and a closed-down bookstore, with soft lo-fi playing above the murmurs of students hunched over their laptops. The scent of roasted beans and sugar lingered in the air like a comforting blanket, enough to calm your nerves as you sat in a corner booth near the window.

Wonhee slid into the seat across from you, Jiyoon right beside him. You sat alone on your side, fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of your school uniform while your untouched drink sat in front of you. You watched the froth bubble slightly at the rim. You didn’t know where to start, how to even open your mouth without all your thoughts collapsing into a mess of memories and uncertainty.

But you did try. Taking a breath, you looked down and began softly.

“I guess I just… never believed in soulmates that last forever.”

Wonhee blinked, leaning forward slightly. Jiyoon turned her full attention to you, her expression open and unguarded.

You continued, voice quiet.

“It’s not like I hate the idea. I don’t. But… watching mum and dad fall apart, it messed me up, I think. They were soulmates. They wrote to each other all the time when I was younger. But still… they divorced. And no one ever told me why.”

You swallowed and looked up for a moment, your gaze fixed on the window, not really seeing the street outside. “So when I turned eighteen, and the words started showing up… I didn’t know what to do. It felt like I was suddenly holding something sacred that I didn’t ask for. I was scared of it. Of… him.”

Your voice trembled slightly. “He kept writing to me, every day. Sweet things. Silly things. Encouraging things. I never replied, but he kept going anyway. It felt… undeserved. Like I was breaking something before it even began.”

Jiyoon reached across the table and gently laid her hand over yours. Her touch was soft, grounding. “You’re not breaking anything,” she said, her voice warm and sincere. “You’re scared. That’s not the same.”

You gave her a grateful smile. Weak, but genuine.

“I told my best friend today,” you added. “Not everything, but I told her about him. She’s been pushing me to open my heart a little. Said maybe… maybe he’s worth a try.”

There was a moment of silence between the three of you. Then, Jiyoon gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“I’m sorry you had to grow up with that kind of fear,” she said. “But… not all soulmates are like your mum and dad. Every pair is different. Every connection is different. Soulmates aren’t perfect—they’re just people, like you and me. They make choices. Sometimes, the world around them makes things harder.”

Wonhee, who had been listening intently, finally spoke.

“You know,” he began, his tone softer than usual, “mum told me what really happened.”

You looked up sharply. “She did?”

He nodded. “Only after I told her I was serious about Jiyoon. She wanted me to understand.”

He took a breath. “Mum and dad—yeah, they were soulmates. They got married, and for a while, things were okay. But dad’s side of the family didn’t approve of her. They thought she wasn’t good enough. Even after the wedding, they never accepted her. And eventually… they cut dad off. Bank accounts, inheritance, support—everything. They tried to make him leave her by taking away everything else.”

Your heart sank.

“Mum blamed herself. Said she ruined his life,” Wonhee continued. “But dad never once made her feel that way. He stayed, built everything from scratch again. He worked twice as hard just to give her back the life they wanted together.”

You were listening silently, eyes wide and unmoving.

“Then, a few months before your eighteenth birthday,” Wonhee said, his voice lowering, “dad’s family reached out again. Offered him a deal. Said if he went overseas and saved one of their failing companies, they’d stop interfering. He could finally live peacefully with mum.”

You inhaled sharply. “So he left?”

Wonhee nodded. “Mum didn’t let him decide. She forced him to go. Said she’d wait, even if she didn’t know how long it’d be. She wanted him to have his freedom again. And… he hesitantly left.”

Your throat felt tight. Your heart? It ached.

“I thought…” you whispered, “I thought he didn’t care anymore.”

Jiyoon’s hand tightened gently on yours. “He does. He always did.”

Wonhee leaned back, watching your face. “Mum and dad made mistakes, but they still loved each other. Mum gave up her pride, dad gave up his security. They did all that for each other.”

Your eyes stung, but you didn’t cry.

Jiyoon smiled warmly, her thumb brushing over your hand. “You don’t have to rush anything. No one’s asking you to bare your heart overnight. But when you’re ready, even if it’s just a simple hello, I promise, it’ll mean the world to him.”

You looked down at your arm. Blank skin, but your heart wasn’t. It was stirring. For the first time, truly, it wanted to speak.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

It had been a few days since that conversation in the café. Since then, nothing had drastically changed—at least not on the outside. But within you, something had quietly, delicately shifted.

You still woke up to his words written across your arm, messy and rambling like morning thoughts in a diary. He wrote as if you were someone he had known for years, as if you were a part of his routine, even though you’d never spoken back.

And you used to feel nothing but confusion, irritation, and fear. But now… you smiled.

You didn’t even realize it at first. But the corners of your lips curled upward as you read his latest ramble about being scolded by a teacher for yawning too loudly in class. Something about the way he described it with exaggerated frustration and little doodles of scribbled faces made your chest feel warmer.

Unfortunately, your best friend did notice. A sudden nudge on your arm pulled you from your trance.

“I see your eyes, so in love with your soulmate,” she teased, leaning in with a mischievous grin.

You immediately turned away, cheeks heating up as you tried to play it cool. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “So what’s his name, hmm?”

You blinked. Then blinked again.

Oh.

…Oh.

You awkwardly laughed, a sheepish grin stretching across your face. “I, uh… I don’t know.”

Her jaw dropped, as if you just committed a social crime of the century.

“What the hell?! You haven’t even chatted with him yet?!”

You sputtered in defense. “I need time, okay?!”

She looked at you as though you were the most ridiculous creature she had ever encountered in her life. “Girl,” she began, pressing her palm against her forehead. “What is time? You clearly don’t need time when your eyes are sparkling like a manhwa protagonist in love.”

She pointed accusingly at your arm. “And don’t even deny it. That dreamy look you had earlier? I saw it.”

You covered your face with both hands, embarrassment radiating off you in waves. Your best friend was relentless.

She sighed dramatically, “You are so lucky I’m patient.”

You peeked at her through your fingers just as she snatched your wrist.

“H-Hey, what are you-?”

Before you could stop her, she shoved a pen into your free hand and narrowed her eyes with the intensity of a drill sergeant. “Obviously, I can’t write it since, obviously,” she gestured vaguely toward the universe, “but I am here to speed up this whole tragic slow-burn.”

You stared at the pen, then at your arm. The smooth blank skin where his writing had just faded.

The thought echoed in your head like a soft whisper.

Just ask for his name. It’s not a confession, not a promise, just… a beginning.

Your fingers tightened slightly around the pen. Slowly, nervously, you lowered it toward your arm. Your best friend leaned in closer, eyes gleaming like a proud mother about to witness her child’s first steps.

Right.

Just write it.

Just a name.

You took a shaky breath and, in the smallest, most delicate handwriting, like whispering into someone’s ear for the first time, you wrote: 《“Hi. What’s your name?”》

The ink bled gently into your skin, black and slightly trembling. You stared at it, heart pounding.

It was just a question, but it felt like a door finally opening. And somewhere out there—across the school grounds, maybe even in the same hallway or behind a classroom door—someone was about to feel your words for the very first time.

You looked up at your best friend. She had tears in her eyes.

“About damn time,” she whispered dramatically, and pulled you into a tight hug.

The ink had barely dried on your skin when a sudden warmth spread through your chest, like sunlight cracking through a cloudy sky. It was gentle at first, but then it bloomed, fast and uncontainable, and it filled you from the tips of your fingers to the soles of your feet.

Your breath hitched. This… this wasn’t yours. It was his. You were feeling what your soulmate felt. And he was… ecstatic.

Your eyes widened just as black ink bloomed rapidly across your arm in a rush of writing—looped, excited, nearly tumbling over itself. The pen in your hand dropped onto your desk with a soft clatter as both you and your best friend leaned forward to read.

《“You replied-!! Wait- oh my god, your handwriting is so pretty?? I was not prepared?? I need a moment-”》

The words kept going.

《 “Okay, deep breath. Hi. Hi. I’m seriously smiling like an idiot right now. I’ve been writing to you for so long I thought maybe I scared you off or maybe you just didn’t exist or something but now you wrote back and I can’t stop staring at it. I’m really, really happy.”》

You couldn’t help it, you smiled. It was instinct. Pure, unfiltered happiness, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

《 “I feel like my heart just exploded. I don’t know what to say and I’m usually never out of words but seriously thank you for writing. Thank you. You just made my whole year.”》

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle the small, quiet laugh that escaped you, your cheeks burning. Beside you, your best friend was already gawking. Her hands clasped together dramatically like she was witnessing a live romance drama unfold in class.

And then, after a long stretch of messy, joyful writing, came the final line: 《 “My name is Lee Chan :)”》

You blinked at it. Lee Chan. Finally, he had a name, and you had written to him. Your fingers trembled slightly as you touched the last word, still a little dazed, still letting it all sink in. Your best friend nudged your shoulder, beaming at you like a proud coach.

“You’re glowing,” she said with a grin, her voice soft with sincerity this time. “I’m so happy for you.”

You smiled, blinking back the light sting in your eyes. “Thanks.”

She glanced down at her own wrist. “Well, now that you’re done unlocking your Disney princess core, I have a soulmate to write back to.”

You laughed quietly as she stood, stretching dramatically before heading to her own desk. “Enjoy your romantic monologue!” she called over her shoulder with a wink.

But you were already turning back to your arm, your heart still beating far too fast. The black ink shimmered slightly under the light, the warmth in your chest refusing to fade.

Lee Chan.

You whispered it under your breath, tasting the syllables.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

Standing outside Lee Chan’s classroom felt like the longest wait of your life. Even though the school bell had already rung, the homeroom teacher’s voice still echoed faintly from inside. You leaned against the wall, trying not to fidget, trying to look casual, but your fingers kept curling, uncurling, and the pen in your pocket felt heavier with every passing second.

You didn’t know when his class would end, but you had decided: you’d wait.

Finally, the sound of chairs dragging and the low murmur of conversation signaled the end of class. Students started pouring out, some stretching, some chatting, and your breath caught.

Okay, it’s now or never.

You scanned their faces. None familiar, that’s right, you didn’t know anyone in his class. You bit your lip before straightening up, spotting a boy still near the door, slinging his bag over one shoulder. You shuffled toward him, your throat dry.

“Um, hi,” you said, your voice almost too soft.

The student blinked at you, confused but polite. “Yeah?”

“I… I’m looking for someone. Is Lee Chan in your class?”

The boy perked up. “Oh yeah!” Then, without warning, he turned toward the classroom and shouted, “LEE CHAN, someone’s looking for you!!”

Your soul left your body. You nearly froze, wide-eyed as every nearby student turned to look. Oh my god, why did he shout??

And then, as if in slow motion, he appeared. Lee Chan turned at the sound of his name, brows lifted in curiosity. When he spotted you, his lips tugged into a polite smile. His uniform tie was slightly loose from the day, his sleeves rolled just once. He looked casual, boyish… warm.

He walked toward you. “Hey,” he said kindly, tilting his head a little. “Need help with something?”

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You almost said it, you almost told him you were his soulmate, but the words stuck to your tongue. How would he believe you? Anyone could just say that. And then, like the universe dropped a reminder right into your thoughts, you remembered something: his seat. You glanced past him to the desk his classmate had shouted from earlier.

Without answering, you gently brushed past him, walking toward the desk. He watched you with confusion, but didn’t stop you. You reached his table, picked up his pen. Your hands didn’t shake this time. You took a breath, rolled up your sleeve slowly, and wrote in careful strokes on your forearm: 《"Park Y/N."》

The moment the last letter left your pen, a small gasp escaped behind you. You turned. Chan was staring at his own arm. His eyes were wide, his mouth parted in disbelief, and then, slowly, he looked up at you. You saw the moment it clicked.

And so, you rolled up your sleeve further, showing him the name you just wrote. The ink was still fresh, your skin still tingled slightly from the pressure of the pen.

He stared at it, then stared at you.

His eyes glistened. “You’re…”

You nodded, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I’m your soulmate.”

For a second, the world stood still. Then, in the middle of a noisy corridor, Lee Chan broke into the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

The chatter around you buzzed quietly, but no one seemed to pay attention. Not his classmates walking past, not the ones still in the classroom packing their bags. It was as if the world had granted this one quiet, suspended moment just for you and him.

You stared into his eyes, and he stared into yours. Both of you frozen, breaths barely even. And then, just like that, Lee Chan’s smile widened impossibly more. Without warning, he stepped forward and hugged you. It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t uncertain. It was warm and genuine and full of emotion, like he’d been waiting for this forever.

Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, but your body relaxed just a second after—because it felt right.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice slightly muffled against his shoulder.

You felt the chuckle vibrate through his chest before you heard it, and when he pulled away just enough to look at you again, his eyes sparkled like sunlight on water.

“Nice to meet you, Park Y/N,” he said, the words practically dancing from his lips.

You smiled, cheeks warm. “Nice to meet you too, Lee Chan.”

The hug dissolved into a gentle release, and both of you took a step back, finally getting a real look at each other.

He was striking in the simplest, most genuine way.

Lee Chan had short black hair that fell just above his brows, effortlessly styled with soft waves that made him look effortlessly put together. His dark eyes were bright, sharp and curious, but carried a softness that drew you in rather than intimidated. There was something about the way his eyes creased when he smiled, how his round nose and gentle jawline balanced the mischief in his grin.

His skin was warm-toned and clear, and a small mole sat under his left eye, only noticeable when you leaned in slightly. He wore his uniform neatly but with a casual ease—shirt tucked in, blazer hanging open, and a few friendship bracelets peeking from beneath his sleeves. His posture was confident, but not cocky. Comfortable, like someone who moved through life with a rhythm all his own.

Chan tilted his head, studying you in return with that same sparkling smile, like he already adored you despite barely knowing you in person.

And for the first time… the idea of soulmates didn’t terrify you. Not when Lee Chan looked at you like that. Not when your name on his arm made him smile like that.

You and Chan walked side by side, the school hallway echoing softly behind you, but it was like the world had quieted down just for this moment.

Your fingers nervously brushed your skirt, eyes darting from the floor to him before you finally spoke.

“I… I’m sorry it took me so long to write back.”

Chan blinked, turning slightly to look at you, his usual bright demeanor softening.

You took a breath. “It’s not because I didn’t want to. I just… I didn’t believe in it. In soulmates.”

He didn’t interrupt.

“My mum and dad… they were soulmates too,” you continued, voice quieter. “But things didn’t end well. They separated. My mum… she didn’t want to talk about it much, but I saw enough to understand. It made me feel like soulmates don’t guarantee happiness.”

Chan stayed silent, but you felt the warmth of his attention. Patient and comforting.

“And then you kept writing to me,” you said, laughing under your breath. “Blabbering like I was your diary.”

“I was treating you like one,” Chan admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “But I didn’t mind. It felt like I was talking to someone who listened, even if they didn’t answer.”

You looked at him, meeting his eyes. “And one day… I wanted to answer.”

His gaze softened so much affection swelling in those eyes that it made your chest ache.

“Thank you,” he said. Just one word, but you could tell how much weight it held. “For giving me a chance. For writing back.”

Somehow, your steps had already brought you to the school gate. You hadn’t even realized how short the walk had felt. You stopped, turning to face him. Your chest tightened again at the thought of saying goodbye already. You didn’t want to go yet.

Chan must’ve felt it, because he chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle your hair in that same tender way as before.

“If you’re feeling a little sad,” he said playfully, “maybe I can walk you home?”

You hesitated for a second, and he caught the flicker of doubt in your expression. “Don’t worry,” he assured you. “I want to walk you home.”

And just like that, he matched his steps with yours again. He talked like he always did; about his favorite boba flavor, his attempt at learning guitar, how he once tripped in front of his crush back in middle school (and how it still haunts him). You listened, giggling quietly, your heart fluttering every time he made a dumb joke just to get a smile out of you.

He was the same as his handwriting—playful, warm, and impossibly honest.

You were opposites.

But he made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you were meant to meet exactly the way you did.

By the time you reached your front gate, both of you were quiet again, like you didn’t want the moment to end.

“Goodbye,” you said, just above a whisper.

“Goodbye,” he replied, just as gently.

Neither of you moved.

The second goodbye came with a little more hesitation, and when Chan finally took a reluctant step back, he smiled and gave a small wave.

“Third goodbye,” he said softly, eyes still locked with yours.

You watched his back grow smaller down the street, and your heart just grew bigger. And when you finally stepped into the house, you were still smiling. Still lightheaded. Still hopelessly, completely, and beautifully in love.

The days with Chan grew like blooming flowers in early spring—natural, warm, and quietly magical.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

He wasn’t just your soulmate anymore. He became your favorite person. The one who made your cheeks ache from smiling too much, the one whose voice softened every hard day, and the one whose words—whether spoken or written—always felt like they were meant for you, and only you. And slowly, without even noticing it…

You fell in love with him. Deeply, genuinely, completely. But something held you back from saying it out loud. It wasn’t fear of rejection. No, Chan was never someone who made you feel like you'd be hurt. It was just… he hadn’t said it yet either. He hadn’t tried to shift this easy, beautiful friendship into something more. So you hesitated. Should I say it first?

Your best friend, ever the confident one, dramatically slammed her book on your table during break and leaned across it.

"Y/N, be a girlboss."

You blinked.

"This is the 21st century, okay? No one cares if the girl confesses first. Confess. Get your man. Live your best life.”

You opened your mouth, ready to object, maybe with a weak "but what if-", but she stopped you with a finger in the air.

"Unless you're telling me you're planning to pine and sigh for ten more years, you better tell him you like him."

And just like that, your mind was set.

Not just to confess, but to take it slow, make sure everything aligned. Like bringing him to your home. Introducing him to your mum. Getting her blessing.

So, that afternoon, you wrote across your arm in your neatest handwriting: 《"Do you want to come over to my house after school?"》

Chan replied immediately, his usual excitement radiating through his words.

《"I’LL BE THERE!! Should I bring snacks?? A board game?? A gift for your mum?? I’m nervous oh my god-"》

You laughed at his endless message, warmth blooming in your chest.

— ♬ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♬ —

That day after school, Chan stood in front of your house, hands slightly sweaty, fixing his bangs nervously as you opened the door.

You smiled. “Relax. She doesn’t bite.”

You introduced him. “Mum, this is Lee Chan. He’s… my soulmate.”

There was a small pause. Your mum’s eyes softened. She reached forward, gently held his hand with both of hers.

“I’m so glad you met him,” she said, sincerity swimming in her voice. “You look really happy, Y/N.”

And then came the most important words of all.

“You have my blessing, sweetheart.”

Chan’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief, but the smile that followed nearly took your breath away. He stayed for dinner, hesitated to accept it at first but quickly melted into your mum’s warmth as she offered him more rice and teased him gently like she’d known him forever.

When he finally left that night, he bowed so many times at the door you had to physically nudge him away.

Later, you told your brother about it all, and naturally, Jiyoon was more excited than anyone else.

"A double date!" she squealed. "Yes! Yes! We have to do a couple trivia game and karaoke and-"

You chuckled. “We’ll plan it soon.”

Everything was falling into place. So now…

Now it was time. Time to confess.

You sat with your best friend during lunch the next day, hunched over a notebook as you brainstormed ideas. Confessing through writing on your arm felt… too small. You wanted something real. Something he could remember, even years later.

“How about a rooftop picnic? After school?”

“With bento boxes and fairy lights?” she added.

You nodded, eyes lighting up. “I’ll cook. I’ll write a note too. And then I’ll say it.”

“You’re finally gonna say it, huh?”

You nodded again, firmer this time.

“I’m going to tell Chan I love him.”

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The sun was soft that afternoon, casting warm golden rays across the rooftop you had decorated with all your heart. Fairy lights twinkled even though the sun hadn't set yet, and the checkered picnic mat you laid out held two homemade bento boxes. One crafted with care, shaped into little hearts and stars, complete with his favorite side dishes.

And then came Chan.

Still in his uniform, his tie a little loose, and his hair tousled like he’d run to make it on time. But that smile—nervous and boyish—stole your breath the moment you saw him.

“You made all this?” he asked, amazed, as he sat beside you.

“For you,” you replied softly, handing him his bento.

Everything was perfect.

The light breeze, the scent of food, your heart beating louder than ever. You knew what you had to do, what you wanted to do. The moment was close. You turned to look at him, ready to begin your confession.

But… something was off.

Chan’s fingers fidgeted with the chopsticks, eyes darting to the food, then the sky, then your hand. He looked like he was trying to calm himself by stuffing a bite into his mouth, but even that didn’t work. He swallowed too quickly.

“Chan?” you asked, voice laced with care. “Is something wrong?”

He froze for a second, then sighed out a breath and finally looked into your eyes. And despite the nerves in his expression, he smiled. A small, awkward, but utterly sincere smile.

“Be my girlfriend…?” he asked, voice shaky, as if he wasn’t sure how you'd respond.

Your eyes widened. You opened your mouth in surprise, a soundless breath escaping before a laugh tumbled from your lips. You chuckled, warm and delighted, because of course. Of course he’d beat you to it.

Still giggling, you reached up and gently caressed his cheek, your thumb brushing over the edge of his jaw before leaning in, and you kissed him. A soft peck on the lips, full of affection and the warmth you’d held in for so long.

When you pulled back, you whispered, “And I love you too.”

His eyes sparkled instantly. Like you’d just given him the stars and the entire sky.

Without a word, he leaned in again and kissed you, more deeply this time, a kiss filled with months of unspoken feelings, of diary messages across skin and stolen glances across hallways. It was a kiss that tasted like happiness, like springtime and new beginnings.

When you parted again, breathless but laughing, he cradled your face with both hands.

“You beat me at cooking,” he said with a grin, “but I beat you at confessing.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Let’s call it a tie.”

He laughed—his bright, dorky laugh—and hugged you close, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The rest of the evening was full of shared bites, quiet laughter, and daydreaming about future rooftop dates. You both took photos, he insisted, and he kept one as his phone wallpaper. You spent more time talking than eating, and by the time the fairy lights truly glowed under the setting sun, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable silence, just leaning against each other.

Your heart was full.

You used to think soulmates didn’t last. But now, sitting under the soft purple sky with Chan’s hand in yours and your heart completely surrendered, you thought- Maybe some soulmates are just meant to take the long way around, but they still find each other in the end.

And your ending? It wasn’t just happy, it was just the beginning of forever.

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The full fic for Start A War by @sanaxo-o is now live! Read it here!

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100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

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-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

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-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

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-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love(And 1 To Get It Back) by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff (?), emotional slow burn, exes to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen. The real question is, where is it found?

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-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

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-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

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-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Dystopian, angst, romance, blood, corpse, gore, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW, electric shock

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

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-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): Cursing, hook-up culture, mentions of needles, mentions of drugs, mentions of dieting → body dysphoria

*Smut warning(s): making out, Perhaps some fingering (f!receiving)

W/C: tbd, hoping to be around 8k-10k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

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-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

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-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

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-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

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-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

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-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

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-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

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-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

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[eclipsaria]

Summary // Raised in isolation and unaware of their true nature, seven boys begin to unravel the mystery of their powers and thirst—led only by a distant scent that whispers of a girl who may hold the key to their fate.

Pairing:

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(Vampire! Jake x human! reader at the end)

Warnings:

Non-con medication consume, powers awakening, fire flames on body(jake's power), mind manipulation usage(sunoo's powers), blood, fainting, open end, strangers-to-???, lmk if i miss out any

Side characters:

All EN- members

W/C:

11 103

Rating: [ 13+ SFW ]

Note:

Inspired by -> Given-Taken MV ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Replicated from -> Given-Taken MV ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ & Let Me In(20 CUBE) MV ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Song:

Main Masterlist

Enhypen Masterlist

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Laughter echoed faintly through the stone halls, bouncing off faded tapestries and dust-kissed chandeliers. Morning in the mansion always began this way: seven boys chasing one another down the corridor, socks sliding across cold marble as if they were just ordinary children in an ordinary home. Breakfast followed soon after: warm bread, fresh fruit, and cups of sweet crimson tonic served with silent smiles by caretakers who never aged. At the end of every meal came the pills. Seven small, white ovals lined up in silver dishes. No one questioned them, not even Jake. He placed the pill on his tongue, swallowed with the drink, and smiled like the rest. But today, as laughter faded and daylight thinned, something about that moment lingered behind his ribs, stubborn and restless.

The day carried on like all the others. Lessons in the study room. Numbers, languages, and rules they couldn’t question. Afternoon games in the garden, tag beneath the willow trees, Sunoo’s laughter carrying loudest, Ni-ki always too fast to catch. When the sky turned orange, they returned indoors for dinner. The clink of silverware, the hum of soft music from the old gramophone, the routine of a life too carefully constructed.

Then, as always, came the medication.

The pills waited patiently on the trays brought in by the caretakers, their white coats as spotless as the plates they carried. Jake watched the others take theirs without hesitation. Heeseung, as the eldest, always took his first. Quiet and reliable. Jay swallowed his without water. Jungwon grinned, Sunghoon barely glanced. Jake hesitated only a heartbeat before tipping the pill into his mouth and washing it down with the bitter-sweet liquid.

Nothing new, nothing strange, yet as the pill slid down his throat, unease curled in his stomach like smoke.

That night, after the lights were dimmed and the halls hushed, Jake turned in bed for the fifth time, then the sixth. His blanket felt too heavy. The ceiling above his bed swirled with thoughts he couldn’t push away.

What were the pills for?

None of them were sick, none of them had ever been, but they were told the medication was important, that it helped them grow strong and kept them “balanced.” Balanced? How? Balanced from what?

He turned onto his side, eyes drifting across the room to the silhouette on the other bed. Heeseung’s breathing was steady and calm. He could wake him, maybe ask him what he thought, but something stopped him. Jake didn’t want to drag him into the strange spiral in his head, not yet, naybe not ever.

So instead, he gripped the edge of his blanket and stared at the pale outline of the window beyond.

Starting tomorrow, he thought quietly to himself, I won’t take the pill.

Then he closed his eyes, and finally, he slept.

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Morning spilled into the mansion in golden sheets, cutting through the tall glass windows like rays of warmth after a long dream. Birds chirped faintly somewhere beyond the vines that clung to the stone walls outside, and the scent of baked honey bread wafted through the air.

Jake woke to the sound of Ni-ki laughing in the hallway.

"You're too slow!" the younger boy shouted, darting past the door with Sunoo chasing after him, arms flailing and hair a mess of bed curls.

Jake blinked up at the ceiling for a moment before the corners of his lips lifted, the memory of last night’s decision still fresh but buried beneath the gentle buzz of morning light. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, just as Jungwon burst into the room.

"Breakfast's ready, and Jay already took the last apple tart!" Jungwon grinned wide. “If you don’t hurry, you’ll be stuck with soggy grapes again!”

Jake chuckled under his breath and climbed out of bed.

The morning felt normal. More than normal, it felt good. The kind of good that made you forget for a second that anything had ever been strange. Down in the kitchen, the others were already seated, passing plates and teasing one another between mouthfuls of toast and berries. Heeseung was calmly sipping his tea while Sunghoon rolled his eyes at Ni-ki stealing from his plate again.

Jake slipped into his usual seat. His dish had already been prepared, perfect as always. Warm rolls, a drizzle of syrup, sliced fruit, and next to it, like always, the pill. Small, white, waiting, yet he didn't touch it, instead, he joined in on the chatter, laughing when Jay tried to balance two forks on his nose, wincing when Sunoo accidentally knocked over a juice glass with a too-excited gesture. Everything felt like it always did, like they were just a group of boys with nothing to fear, nothing strange in their world. But all the while, Jake’s gaze would flick to the pill beside his spoon, still untouched and waiting. When no one was watching, and the caretakers' backs were turned, Jake shifted slightly in his seat and let the pill slide into his pocket with a careful motion. It was smooth, clean, unnoticed. And as breakfast came to an end, and they rose from the table to head into their next routine, Jake followed the others with a secret lodged deep in his chest, pulsing with quiet resolve.

The day had just begun, and for the first time, Jake wasn’t part of the routine.

The hours passed with little change.

Jake sat through their morning lessons with the others, nodding absently at the caretaker’s monotone voice as she wrote rows of figures on the board. The numbers made sense, but they didn’t mean anything, just pieces of knowledge that floated above their heads, like ceiling dust never meant to be touched.

Afternoon arrived with the usual walk through the garden maze, the air outside was damp and green. The boys raced past trimmed hedges and flowerbeds, laughing as Jay tripped over a low root and dragged Jungwon down with him. Jake smiled faintly, letting the breeze kiss his cheek, letting the sunlight warm his skin.

Still, nothing. No change at all.

By nightfall, Jake sat once again in bed, legs tucked under the blanket, staring at the pill hidden deep inside his pillowcase. A tiny thing, barely larger than a fingernail. Yet for the second time, it stayed untouched.

He didn’t feel different. But he also didn’t feel worse. That meant something. Maybe it wasn’t just about missing a dose. Maybe he had to give it time, let the absence settle in his blood, let it stir whatever the pills had been keeping down.

So Jake made a quiet promise to himself, he would stop completely… no exceptions.

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The next morning, he was more careful.

He held the pill delicately between two fingers and bent to tie his shoelaces beneath the table. With a practiced motion, he slipped the pill inside the sole of his shoe. He sat up and smiled as if nothing had happened.

No one noticed.

By the fourth day, he learned to fake the swallow with a sip of water, lips pressed just right, throat tensed in pretend motion. He let the pill rest against the inside of his cheek until the caretakers turned away, then spit it into his napkin, folded it and tucked it into his pocket.

By the fifth day, it became routine.

Jake was used to pretending, used to hiding something behind his quiet eyes, behind the soft curl of his smile. The others never questioned it. Heeseung still patted his shoulder during lessons. Sunoo still threw an arm around his waist when they chased each other across the garden. Sunghoon barely looked up from his book unless Ni-ki did something loud.

Jake moved with them, laughed with them, and all the while, he waited for something—anything—to change, because deep in his chest, there was a feeling growing. Not pain, not sickness, just something… different, like a sleeping animal, just beginning to stir.

It happened during a game of chase, the kind that spiraled into chaos before anyone could call a truce. The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the garden trees as laughter rang out between bushes and rose hedges. Ni-ki had stolen Heeseung’s scarf, darting off with Jungwon and Jay hot on his heels. Jake was catching his breath near the stone fountain when Sunghoon came around the corner too fast.

They collided.

Jake stumbled back and tripped over a low garden ledge, falling hard against the gravel path. His shoulder scraped against the sharp edge of a flowerbed, jagged stone tearing through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Jake!” Sunghoon dropped to his knees, panic in his eyes. “I- I didn’t see you! I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Jake hissed through his teeth, clutching his shoulder. The pain bloomed hot and sudden. Blood was already welling under his fingers, and the others quickly gathered around.

“Let me get the caretakers!” Heeseung was already halfway to standing.

“No,” Jake said sharply, then softer, steadying his breath. “Don’t.”

Heeseung froze. “But you're-”

“I’m fine,” Jake insisted. It wasn’t just stubbornness. It was something else, something curling at the base of his spine. A feeling he couldn’t name.

The boys looked on anxiously, forming a quiet circle around him as Jake pulled his hand away from his shoulder. The torn fabric still clung to the wound, but even as he peeled it back-

-it was changing before their eyes, the bleeding slowed. The skin began knitting itself together. The raw gash sealed, layer by layer, until only a faint red mark remained… and then that, too, faded into smooth skin as if it had never been there.

No scar, no pain, just silence.

Jake touched the spot gently, then harder… nothing.

Sunghoon’s jaw dropped. “But… I saw the blood. You were bleeding.”

Jake didn’t answer. He looked down at his now-intact skin, a flicker of something flashing through his eyes. He had felt the pain, and now he felt… strange.

Not broken, not wounded, just different.

“H-How…?” Ni-ki’s voice broke the silence, barely more than a whisper. His hand trembled as he pointed at Jake’s shoulder, the one that, just minutes ago, had been dripping with blood. “It was… You were bleeding…”

The others didn’t move.

Jungwon furrowed his brows. Sunoo’s lips parted, as if trying to make sense of something that wasn’t meant to make sense. Even Heeseung, usually calm and unreadable, looked stunned, his gaze fixed on the now-uninjured skin. Jake slowly lowered his hand from his shoulder, eyes narrowing in thought.

How?

The question echoed, because Ni-ki was right. Jake had scraped his knees before, bruised his palms falling from the old swing in the east wing, even once burned his fingertip on a too-hot kettle. All of them had their share of cuts and bruises. They healed, sure, but not like this. Never like this, this was instant… too instant, and then it hit him.

The pills.

His breath caught.

Five days… that’s how long it had been since he stopped taking them. The others hadn’t noticed, hadn’t questioned a thing, but now, watching their wide-eyed stares, Jake realized something important.

All this time, those pills weren’t for growth, energy, or even balance, they were suppressing something… suppressing this.

His thoughts spiraled, heart thudding with realization, but he masked it carefully. He stood, brushing off his clothes. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, voice distant. “Probably just a surface scratch.”

Sunghoon looked like he wanted to protest. Heeseung stepped forward, but Jake didn’t give them the chance.

He turned his back on the murmurs and made his way inside, boots clicking softly against the tiled floor, heart racing faster than his steps.

Inside the bedroom, the air was cooler. Dim light spilled through the half-drawn curtains as Jake approached his bedside table. He glanced once over his shoulder, no one followed.He slid open the drawer.

From beneath a folded handkerchief, he pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook. Plain, aged, and his. A personal thing the caretakers never touched. They thought he used it to sketch flowers or write poems when bored.

They were wrong.

Jake sat on the edge of his bed, flipped the book open to a blank page, and began to write.

《Day 5 – No medication.

Incident: Scratched shoulder (deep).

Recovery: Immediate. Under 30 seconds. Zero pain after healing. Witnessed by all.》

He paused, the tip of the pencil hovering, then underlined two words at the bottom of the page:

《Cause: Suppression?》

He shut the book, fingers tightening around the worn cover. Something inside him was unlocking and he needed to know why.

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Day 6.

The sun poured in warm through the glass ceiling of the east corridor, casting gold patterns on the polished floor. Breakfast had ended in fits of laughter and stolen bites, crumbs still clinging to their sleeves as the boys scattered across the mansion to burn off energy. The halls echoed with shouts, giggles, and playful arguments.

Jake and Jay were tangled in one of their usual games. Poking, shoving, running in circles around the main hall.

"Too slow!" Jake jeered, skipping just out of Jay’s reach with a grin.

Jay lunged after him, dramatically over-exaggerating his fall as he collapsed onto the floor. "That was a sneak attack, traitor!"

Jake laughed, breath hitching from the thrill of the moment. It felt good, too good. His chest was rising fast, warmth rising in his throat. But somewhere in that rush of excitement, something… shifted.

The heat in his body stopped being just excitement. His laughter faltered. A strange, deep burn spread through his core, like swallowing fire.

“Ah… I’m gonna sit out,” Jake said quickly, waving the others off with a crooked smile. “You win.”

“Already?” Jay called after him, but Jake only raised a hand and drifted away toward the courtyard.

The fountain greeted him with the familiar soft trickle of water, leaves rustling nearby. He sank onto the stone edge and dipped both hands into the cool water, hoping it would calm the feverish feeling beneath his skin.

But then-

Hisssss...

Jake froze.

White smoke curled up from the water where his hands had touched it. His eyes widened, his breath hitched. He yanked his hands out. They weren’t burned. No red, no sting, just the faintest warmth left behind. The water stilled and the smoke… gone.

He looked around. The others were still playing in the distance, none of them had seen. Jake stared at his palms, the skin damp, tingling slightly.

What… was that…?

He barely had time to process it.

A shout tore through the air, sharp and panicked. It came from the crafting room. Jake bolted to his feet and ran.

The boys piled in together—Jay, Jungwon, Ni-ki, Heeseung, and Sunghoon following the sound. Inside the crafting room, it was chaos. Supplies were knocked over, a brush lay snapped in half, and at the center of it all was Sunoo, clutching his left hand tightly, face contorted in pain.

Bright red blood spilled from between his fingers, dripping onto the wooden floor in angry droplets.

“Aghh-!” he cried out again.

The caretakers rushed in seconds later, pushing through the circle of stunned boys. One of them grabbed a clean cloth from the shelves, while the other wrapped Sunoo’s trembling hand with practiced urgency.

“Don’t just stand there- move aside!”

Everyone stepped back, concern etched into their faces. Heeseung hovered close, unsure whether to help or stay still. Jay clenched his fists. Jungwon looked down, unable to meet Sunoo’s eyes. Jake stood a little behind them all, frozen not because he wasn’t worried, but because his eyes had landed on the floor, on the blood.

It pooled faster than it should have. Rich, vivid, and sharp in color, the scent hit him before the panic could catch up. His pupils dilated, his heartbeat spiked, his fingers twitched but he clenched his jaw and forced his eyes upward, away from the blood and to Sunoo, to the boy trembling in the caretakers’ arms, tears streaking down his cheeks.

Jake took a step forward.

“Sunoo,” he said softly, voice gentle but clear. “You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

The caretakers carried Sunoo away gently, his hand still wrapped and trembling from pain. The group slowly dispersed, murmurs filling the hallway. Jay lingering with concern, Jungwon trailing after the caretakers, and Ni-ki still wide-eyed from the scene. Jake remained standing where he was, shaken but still, watching until Sunoo disappeared around the corner.

A hand rested gently on his shoulder. Jake turned. Heeseung stood beside him, unreadable. His touch wasn’t firm, but it held weight enough for Jake to sense something was different.

“Meet me later,” Heeseung whispered low, his voice careful not to carry. “After the others are asleep.”

Before Jake could ask anything, Heeseung slipped away through the corridor shadows.

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Night arrived like a hush over the mansion.

The moonlight cast silver over the wooden floors, and outside, the wind whispered through leaves. Jake had barely managed to sleep before a soft shake pulled him from slumber. Heeseung stood beside his bed, already dressed in a hoodie and slippers, eyes steady.

Jake blinked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes. “Hyung…?”

“Quiet,” Heeseung said gently. “Come with me.”

Still half-drowsy, Jake followed. They weaved through unfamiliar hallways. The parts of the mansion they rarely entered, where the caretakers’ footsteps never echoed. Jake’s slippers padded softly behind Heeseung’s as they turned past an old library and ducked beneath a hanging tapestry.

At last, they entered a cold, narrow room. Walls lined with stone, not polished wood. There was nothing here but dust, and silence.

Jake’s brows furrowed as he looked around.

“So… where is this place?” he said with a dry laugh, trying to sound lighter than he felt. “Haha, we’ve been in this mansion since we were babies, and yet… it's kind of incredible that you found this, hyung.”

Heeseung didn’t smile. He turned to Jake and crossed his arms, his eyes unreadable under the dim moonlight that filtered in through the narrow window.

Jake’s heart thudded.

Even though they were just one age different, still just boys raised in the same halls, Heeseung had always been the one who carried a strange kind of gravity. The one they all looked to first. Now, staring into his calm and unmoving expression, Jake found himself instinctively looking away.

The silence hung too long. Then-

“Explain, Jake.”

Jake stiffened. Heeseung’s voice was calm, but not kind.

“Sunoo got hurt today. He was bleeding. And yet… he didn’t heal. Not like you did.”

Jake opened his mouth, but Heeseung’s stare pinned him in place.

“No pills. You haven’t been taking them.”

Jake's eyes widened.

“I’ve seen the way you eat,” Heeseung continued, quiet and certain. “You chew slower now. You hold the pill in your cheek before drinking water. You’ve been hiding them.”

Jake’s breath hitched. Caught.

Jake’s throat tightened. “I… It’s not what you think, hyung. I just- I needed to know something. It’s not like I was trying to hurt anyone or-”

But his words stalled mid-air. He looked at Heeseung. The oldest stood still, arms still crossed, calm as ever. No anger, no judgment in his eyes, only silence, as if giving Jake space to breathe, to think, to speak when ready.

Jake swallowed.

Heeseung… wouldn’t blow this up, would he?

He’d always been composed, always the first to break up fights, the one the rest could rely on when things got too heavy. Maybe, just maybe, Jake could tell him everything. So, he did.

“I stopped taking the pills,” Jake began, quietly now, his voice low and steady. “Five days ago at first. Today was the sixth.”

He paused.

“I didn’t think much of it at first. Just… felt wrong. Like I was swallowing something meant to keep me numb.”

Heeseung didn’t move, so Jake kept going.

“I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t take them. So I stopped. At first, nothing happened. But then, Sunghoon accidentally hurt me the other day. It wasn’t that bad, just a scrape… but it healed. Fast. Right in front of us. No scar, no pain. Like it never happened.”

He looked down at his palms, flexing them.

“And then today, while playing with Jay, I started to feel this… heat. Inside me. Like something waking up. It wasn’t just adrenaline or excitement, it was like my whole chest was burning. Not in a painful way, but… like a fire was alive in me. And when I dipped my hands in the fountain to cool off-”

Jake looked up.

“Smoke came out. Like fire meeting water.”

He let the silence settle for a moment, his words hanging between them. Then, nervously, he glanced at Heeseung again, searching for any hint of disbelief, a twitch, a scoff, a slight eye roll but Heeseung’s face remained still, unreadable, until he finally spoke.

“How many days have you not taken the medication?”

Jake answered, “Six. Tomorrow is the seventh.”

Heeseung gave a single nod, gaze sharpening just slightly.

Without another word, he turned away and walked toward the door. Jake blinked, confused for a moment before hearing Heeseung’s quiet voice: “I’ll stop taking them too. Let’s see if I change like you did.”

Jake stood frozen for a moment, watching as Heeseung pulled open the door and waited for him to follow. No accusations, no questions about loyalty. Just… calm acceptance.

Jake followed in silence, his heartbeat softer now.

The hallway back to their shared bedroom was dim and quiet. Heeseung moved silently, careful not to wake the others as he helped Jake climb back into bed.

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Day 7 for Jake. Day 1 for Heeseung.

The morning bloomed like every other. Sunlight filtering lazily through the high arched windows, the scent of sweet toast and warm milk filling the air. The boys huddled around the breakfast table, giggling, poking at each other with jam-stained fingers, their caretakers smiling fondly as they handed out their daily rations of food and medication.

Jake glanced sideways. Heeseung took his pill between thumb and forefinger. Calm and controlled, like the way he always was. But Jake noticed something others wouldn’t, the brief curl of his fingers behind his back as the eldest passed by a napkin, palming the pill in one smooth, natural movement. He didn’t swallow.

Jake's heart thudded quietly in his chest. Not with fear, but with something strangely close to hope.

The days passed uneventfully at first.

Jake kept his eyes open, subtle glances here and there, trying not to make it obvious. Heeseung acted as usual, graceful in his quiet way, always keeping the younger ones in check when things got out of hand. If he felt anything different, he didn’t show it, but Jake knew better.

By Day 4, Jake found Heeseung lingering longer by the window during the afternoons, silent as though listening to something only he could hear. At night, when the room fell into slumber, Jake sometimes caught him lying awake—eyes open, fixed on the ceiling. Still, no words were exchanged, until Day 5. The morning was loud. Jay and Ni-ki were arguing over who had won a pretend duel. Jungwon was sprinting laps around the fountain. Jake tried to enjoy the atmosphere, but he noticed Heeseung slip away quietly.

No one noticed, except Jake. He watched from afar as Heeseung walked across the field, his figure becoming small under the golden sun, then he disappeared behind the dense hedges near the forest edge. Jake didn’t follow.

Heeseung crouched behind a thicket, where no curious eyes would find him. The leaves rustled softly above him as he scanned the ground. There, a broken branch—thin, sharp, and jagged at the edge. It would do.

He took a breath, holding the stick tightly, and dragged it carefully across the side of his forearm. Not too deep, but enough. Pain bloomed in a sting, and blood slowly welled up, painting a line down his pale skin.

He watched, counted seconds in his head. Five… ten… fifteen… Then something unnatural began. The blood stopped trailing, the skin pulled inward. Muscle, tissue, everything beneath began weaving itself back together in front of his very eyes. By the time the count reached sixty, only a faint, drying smear of blood remained. No mark, no sting, nothing.

Heeseung exhaled quietly, still staring at his arm. “...Jake was right.”

It wasn’t adrenaline. It wasn’t some freak healing coincidence. Something was wrong. No—something was suppressed. The pills. Whatever their caretakers had been feeding them all these years, it was never for health, it was for control.

Heeseung clenched his hand and wiped away the last trace of blood on the grass. As the wind stirred through the trees around him, he let the silence solidify one final conclusion: By Day 6… something inside him should awaken too. But for now, he would wait, observe, keep calm, just as he always had.

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Day 6.

A sharp streak of morning sunlight pierced through the tall glass windows of their shared bedroom, painting golden patterns across the floorboards. Heeseung stirred, eyes fluttering open as the warmth of the sun hit his face.

He sat up slowly, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes before glancing around.

The others were still tangled in their blankets and limbs, some snoring, some twitching as they clung to the last minutes of their dreams.

Heeseung smiled faintly. As the oldest, it was practically his morning duty to get everyone moving before the caretakers stepped in.

He went for the easiest targets first, Jake, Sunoo and Jungwon. With a light nudge and a few whispered words, they groaned in response, slowly shifting upright. Easy.

But the rest? Heeseung sighed, brushing his hair back.

Jay had somehow cocooned himself in three layers of blankets. Sunghoon looked peacefully dead to the world. Ni-ki? A hopeless cause.

He kneeled by Ni-ki last, giving him a little shake on the shoulder. “Hey. Wake up.”

No movement.

“Ni-ki,” Heeseung tried again, a little louder.

Still nothing. And then-

Five more minutes…

Heeseung froze. His eyes shot to Ni-ki’s face. Not a twitch. Not a movement. Not a word from his mouth. But he had heard it, clear as day. Ni-ki’s voice, whining in that familiar tone, not through the air… but directly inside his head. His hand slowly pulled back from Ni-ki’s shoulder. Something about it sent a strange chill crawling up his spine. He stood up abruptly, gaze flickering toward Jake’s bed across the room.

Jake was still half-lost in sleep, face pressed into his pillow, hair messily tousled. But then, he felt himself being tugged lightly, a firm hand pulling him upright from beneath his blanket cocoon.

“H-Hyung?” he mumbled, eyes barely open.

Heeseung didn’t give him time to settle. “Jake. Pay attention.”

Jake blinked up, groggy. “What’s up…?”

“Think of something,” Heeseung said quickly, his voice low but urgent. “A sentence. Anything.”

“What?” Jake squinted, still adjusting to the sudden seriousness. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

Still half-asleep, Jake furrowed his brow. Okay… he thought lazily, I prefer soccer.

The second the thought passed through his mind-

“You prefer soccer.”

Jake jolted. His eyes shot open, sleep evaporating in an instant as he stared up at Heeseung in disbelief.

“W-What?” he stammered. “H-how…?”

Heeseung’s expression remained unreadable, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes. “I heard it,” he said. “In my head. Like a voice, but it wasn’t mine. It was yours.”

Jake’s lips parted slightly, his thoughts racing. This wasn’t just a theory anymore. Something inside them was changing.

Now that he was fully awake, Jake’s eyes quickly scanned the bedroom. Most of the boys were either still dozing or too preoccupied with stretching and yawning to pay attention to him and Heeseung.

Taking the chance, Jake raised his hand quietly between them. With a familiar flick, he snapped his fingers.

A tiny spark ignited at his fingertip—brief, flickering like a candlelight—before he gently blew it off. The flame vanished, leaving behind nothing but a trace of warmth in the air.

Heeseung flinched slightly, witnessing it up close. His gaze darted around the room again, double-checking to make sure no one else had seen. Then he turned back to Jake, eyes narrowed, not in anger but in awe.

"How did you manage to do that?" he asked, voice low but firm.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing his thumb against his fingertip as if still feeling the heat. “Yesterday. I was playing around with Jungwon,” he began, “and I unknowingly snapped my fingers… and it just happened. The spark came out.”

Heeseung stayed silent as Jake continued.

“Jungwon saw it happening. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, so… I told him everything. About me. About the medication. About you.”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom creaked open. Jungwon stepped in, freshly washed and drying his hands on the sides of his pants. His face unreadable—too calm, almost rehearsed, but when his gaze met Jake and Heeseung’s, a small smile broke through, dimples forming like they always did. Without a word, Jungwon casually strolled to the other beds, beginning to wake the rest like nothing had changed. As if he didn’t know anything. As if he hadn’t seen sparks fly from Jake’s hand.

Heeseung, narrowing his eyes slightly, leaned closer to Jake again. “And Jungwon believed everything you said?”

Jake shrugged a little. “He didn’t need to. He saw it himself.”

Heeseung followed Jake’s gaze toward Jungwon, now cheerfully shaking Ni-ki’s shoulder and laughing at the boy’s resistance, but even in that smile, something felt off, not in a bad way, just… different.

“He saw what happened to my injuries,” Jake added softly. “He knows I’m not lying.”

Heeseung folded his arms again, his mind ticking fast. “That makes three of us,” he muttered under his breath.

Jake glanced at him. “Three?”

Heeseung’s eyes were still locked on Jungwon. “You, me, and Jungwon, now that he knows... I don’t think he’ll stay normal for long either.”

That night, once the mansion had fallen silent and the moonlight barely peeked through their curtained windows, Jungwon moved with quiet purpose. One by one, he gently nudged each of his brothers awake, signaling for silence with a finger to his lips. When all seven boys were conscious and accounted for, they sat cross-legged in a circle on the floor between their beds, huddled like co-conspirators.

Jungwon glanced toward the bedroom door, ears perked. No sounds. The caretakers were fast asleep.

Only then did he speak. “Today’s my first day of not taking the medication.”

A small wave of murmurs and widened eyes passed through the circle. Jake and Heeseung exchanged glances. Jungwon nodded once to them, his silent way of asking them to speak up.

Heeseung took the lead. “We think the pills are suppressing something inside us. Jake stopped first. By the fifth day, his injuries started healing in seconds. On the sixth, he started showing signs of fire abilities.”

Jake followed up, flicking his fingers briefly. Though he didn’t ignite anything this time, the motion alone earned stares.

“And Heeseung?” Ni-ki asked, tilting his head.

“I started five days ago. Today I heard Ni-ki’s voice inside my head, even though he wasn’t speaking out loud. So yeah, mind reading, apparently,” Heeseung said, arms crossed casually but eyes sharp.

Sunoo hugged his knees, concern etched on his features. “So… we have to stop taking the meds? For how long? What if the caretakers notice something’s off?”

Sunghoon, who had been quiet until now, piped up, “How about this? Since I sit next to Sunoo during meds, I can help hide his pills without the caretakers noticing.”

The suggestion earned a few nods.

Jay tapped his fingers on the wooden floor. “So are we confirming it now? That we all stop taking meds?”

“Well,” Jake replied with a shrug, “I suddenly have fire powers. And Heeseung’s... a mind reader. If that’s not enough proof, I don’t know what is.”

Heeseung added, his voice calm, “We’re still exploring this. Jake didn’t discover his fire on day one. He found out on the seventh day. These things build up.”

Jungwon looked around the circle, watching as worry mixed with excitement on his brothers’ faces.

“Then we’ll wait and observe,” he said firmly. “But for now… let’s all agree: no medication, starting tomorrow.”

Silence stretched for a moment. Then, slowly—one by one—they all nodded.

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Day 8.

Jake woke up to someone gently shaking his shoulder, murmuring his name. He groaned softly and sat up, his hair messy and his eyes still half-lidded from sleep. Everything felt normal—just another morning. He sluggishly made his way to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes as the cold water hit his face, jolting him slightly more awake. But then, it hit him.

A sharp, sudden pain stabbed through his gums and teeth like lightning. Jake clutched the sink, gasping silently. The pain was deep, rooted, sharp. It only lasted a few seconds, but it left him panting. He quickly opened his mouth and checked his teeth in the mirror. Nothing seemed out of place. No swelling, no blood either.

He stared at his reflection, eyes narrowed. Something was happening again. Another layer of change, but he said nothing, just washed up, dried his face, and slipped out of the bathroom without a word.

Today marked the first day for the others—Sunoo, Sunghoon, Ni-ki, and Jay. The process was smooth. As breakfast came, pills were placed before them as usual. Jake watched from his corner as each of them mimicked swallowing, expertly tucking the pills under their tongues or palms. Not a single blink from the caretakers, not even a suspicion.

The day passed like any other. Laughter in the fields, childish games under the pale sun, and the echo of normalcy that masked the storm brewing within them. A calm before the awakening.

But that night, Jake’s world broke apart.

The cold of the mansion did nothing to soothe the inferno in his body. He tossed and turned in his bed, the blanket thrown off and forgotten on the floor. His skin prickled with heat, his insides burning like an unseen wildfire. His breath hitched. He couldn’t move properly. Couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, only his eyes widened as pain wrapped around every nerve, his body pulsing with heat and agony.

His gums throbbed. His teeth ached like something beneath them was trying to push through. His pupils dilated in the dark, heart thudding like it was caught in a cage too tight for his chest.

Help... he managed to think. Heeseung, he thought desperately, help…

Across the room, Heeseung’s eyes snapped open and his breathing picked up. He sat up in bed and looked over—Jake was shivering, burning, convulsing slightly as he clawed at the sheets.

“Jake!” Heeseung whispered urgently, crawling toward him.

Get me out, Jake’s thoughts echoed again.

Without hesitation, Heeseung threw the bedroom window open. The cold air hit them hard, but Jake barely noticed. Heeseung got Jake on his back, cradling him tightly before leaping from the window into the soft earth of the surrounding forest.

They didn’t go too far, just far enough from the mansion’s view, concealed by trees and shadows. Heeseung set Jake down carefully, watching him writhe, unsure of what to do. He was just a kid, after all, no older than twelve. He had no training. No books. No adults to teach them what they were. What was happening. Then it began.

Jake’s body ignited. Flames licked across his arms and legs—not consuming him, but glowing around him like a fiery aura. Heeseung’s eyes widened. His first instinct was to run forward and help, but Jake’s voice echoed in his mind:

Don’t come near me. It’s too hot. I need to let it out. It’s... it’s burning but healing at the same time... I’m okay, hyung. Just stay there.

Heeseung’s fists clenched. He stayed rooted to his spot, jaw tense as he watched Jake’s silhouette glow like a small sun. Then, Jake stood. Unsteady, but upright. And without hesitation, he raised his hands. Fireballs formed, hovering in each palm, crackling with energy. Heeseung gasped softly. And then Jake let them go.

He launched the fireballs into the woods—away from Heeseung—burst after burst, like his body needed to expel it all. Trees lit up in brief flashes before the flames vanished midair, like they weren’t meant to cause destruction, just release pressure.

Heeseung stood there, watching in awe, heart pounding. Jake, his little brother, was a living flame… and this was only the beginning.

The fireballs ceased, their trails vanishing into the cold forest air one by one. Jake’s body, once ablaze with energy, slowly dimmed. The flames that had danced across his skin flickered... then vanished entirely, like they had never been there. And then, he dropped.

"Jake!" Heeseung rushed forward just in time to catch him before he hit the ground. His heart raced, eyes scanning the boy’s now motionless body. Jake's eyes were shut.

Heeseung shook his shoulder, panic bubbling in his throat. “Jake? Jake?!”

But then, he heard it.

I’m just tired, hyung. Jake’s voice echoed clearly in his mind.

Heeseung froze, then let out a long, shaky sigh of relief. “You scared me,” he muttered under his breath, a smile breaking across his face.

Without wasting more time, Heeseung bent down and carefully hoisted Jake onto his back again. The younger boy’s limbs draped over his shoulders, head resting against Heeseung’s own as he quietly leapt over the low shrubbery, returning toward the mansion through the same path.

The night was quiet. Peaceful and cold. Jake, still with his eyes closed, suddenly “spoke” again. Do you know that I can hear you? I think... I can converse with you through thoughts.

Heeseung blinked, then smiled softly as he walked. Really? You can hear me?

Yeah... we’re literally exchanging conversation right now, Jake responded, his mental voice a bit drowsy, but calm.

Heeseung chuckled quietly under his breath, careful not to wake the rest of the boys as he approached the mansion wall.

Go sleep, Jake. You had a rough night, Heeseung thought, voice gentle in Jake’s mind.

There was a pause… then Jake’s thought came like a whisper: Goodnight, hyung.

And with that, the boy finally drifted off, head resting peacefully on Heeseung’s shoulder as the eldest climbed quietly back into the bedroom window, stepping into the soft darkness where his brothers still slept, unaware of the fire that had burned beneath the moonlight.

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Jake had one of the best sleeps he ever had in days. No dreams, no pain, no thoughts. Just pure and uninterrupted rest. It was hard to believe that just the night before, he was burning from the inside out. This morning, though, his body felt lighter. Not just free, but strong.

He yawned as he stepped out from the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and humming under his breath. The calmness was… comforting. Until a thought slammed into him.

Heeseung.

Jake froze, towel still hanging over his head.

He had burning heat inside his body. That was the source of his suffering. But Heeseung… his ability came from the mind. From thoughts. From the brain. What if that meant the pain Heeseung would go through would be inside his head?

The panic slowly crept in. Jake’s fingers clenched at the fabric of the towel.

Was it too late to stop this? Could he really just tell the others to start taking the medication again? What if their bodies were already changing? What if… they suffered like him?

The rest of them hadn’t reached the fifth day yet, so maybe it wasn’t too late, but-

“Jake! You done?” Sunoo’s voice called from the hallway, pulling him from his spiral of thoughts.

Jake quickly shook himself out of it and glanced toward the door. “Yeah! I’ll be down in a minute!”

He sighed, tossing the towel aside and running his hand through his hair messily. He had to push this down for now. But deep inside, he could only hope: Please... please let the others’ pain not be as bad as mine.

When Jake came downstairs for breakfast, the warm scent of food hit him immediately. But it wasn’t just warm, it was intense. Overwhelming, even. Every dish on the table filled his senses, every spice, every cooked meat, every bit of steam that wafted into the air. And then, something else.

Blood.

Jake stiffened in place. The scent wasn’t from anyone in the room, he was sure. But it was there—faint, distant, yet oddly clear.

He blinked, staring at the dishes in front of him. Was this real? Or just his imagination? Before he could think more about it, one of the caretakers entered the room, clapping her hands for attention.

“Boys, change of plans. No playing outside today.”

Ni-ki groaned first, “Why not?”

“The forest,” the caretaker explained with a serious expression. “Part of it caught fire last night. Not badly, but the wind helped it spread. Luckily, we managed to stop it early, but still... something must’ve caused it. And… well, some of the smaller animals won’t be waking up again.”

Jake felt his stomach drop. Heeseung turned to him immediately, their eyes meeting in tense silence. Jake quickly looked away, eyes shifting to the window.

So the fire really did reach out that far... and the smell... the blood... it wasn't in his head.

“Now, now,” the caretaker smiled again. “Let’s not lose our appetite. Eat up, boys.”

One by one, the others started to dig in. Jake was the second last to pick up his utensils, still staring at his untouched plate. His nose twitched again, everything was so strong now. Too vivid and real.

Heeseung was still watching him, carefully.

“You okay?” the eldest finally whispered, fork still in hand.

Jake didn’t respond immediately. He looked at the eldest briefly, worry hidden in his eyes, before quietly murmuring under his breath.

“…My senses got sharper.”

Heeseung raised a brow, leaning slightly closer. “Sharper?”

Jake’s voice dropped even lower.

“I could smell the blood before she said anything.”

That made Heeseung’s grip on his spoon tighten ever so slightly. Jake looked down at his food again.

Since they were forbidden from playing outside, the brothers had no choice but to stay cooped up in their shared bedroom until the next day. It was suffocating, and boredom spread like wildfire among them.

Ni-ki had already started throwing pillows across the room. Jay attempted to read but quickly gave up when Sunoo and Jungwon started arguing about who won in rock-paper-scissors. Amid the light chaos, laughter, and bickering, there sat Jake and Heeseung in a quieter corner of the room, away from the noise, legs crossed and shoulders occasionally bumping.

Jake leaned in a bit closer, his voice just above a whisper. “So… I forgot to tell you earlier. Yesterday, my gums and teeth? They were killing me. Like someone took pliers and tried to rip everything out.”

Heeseung blinked. “That bad?”

Jake nodded, slightly whining, “It felt like my jaw was going to unhinge.”

Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, a flash of concern in them. “Open your mouth.”

“Huh?”

“Do it.”

Jake blinked but obeyed, opening his mouth wide. Heeseung leaned forward, peering in, and suddenly grabbed Jake’s jaw with both hands to keep it steady. Jake flinched.

“Whoa- what are you-?!”

“Hold still.”

Heeseung squinted, his expression tightening. He reached for a handheld mirror that was sitting on the bedside shelf and glanced over at the one person who came to mind.

“Sunghoon,” he called.

Sunghoon turned around mid-wrestling-match with Ni-ki. “Huh?”

“Come here and show me your teeth.”

Confused but intrigued, Sunghoon walked over and pulled down his lower lip slightly to reveal a clean but clearly defined pair of tiger-like canines. Slightly longer than the rest of his teeth. Sharper, but normal.

Heeseung pointed. “See? Tiger teeth.”

Jake squinted. “Wait… I have those now?”

“You shouldn’t,” Heeseung muttered, bringing the mirror in front of Jake. “Look for yourself.”

Jake leaned in and paused. There it was. The subtle, clean curve of a canine that had grown longer. Sharper but it didn’t look like a regular tooth anymore, it looked predatory.

“I… I don’t remember having those,” Jake muttered, alarmed.

“This has to be part of the change,” Sunghoon said, kneeling beside them now. “Jake was the first to stop the meds. It makes sense if he's the first to… evolve.”

Heeseung nodded slowly. “Maybe this is what happens when your power starts aligning with your body.”

Jake turned to both of them, a flicker of nervousness passing his eyes. “So… what am I supposed to do now?”

Sunghoon tilted his head thoughtfully. “Let’s just monitor it. See if they grow sharper or longer-”

“No,” Jake interrupted, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. If they keep growing like this, the caretakers will notice. And I can’t just go mute—unlike you two. You two are quiet by nature, but me? If I suddenly stop talking, they’ll know something’s wrong.”

Heeseung sighed, rubbing his temples. “Then for now… when you talk, don’t open your mouth too wide. Try to cover it when you laugh, speak slowly, don’t draw attention.”

“I guess that’s the only way,” Sunghoon agreed, his tone thoughtful.

Jake let out a sigh of his own, leaning back against the wall behind him. “This is insane.”

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Time went by. Not quickly, not painlessly, but steadily, like the ticking of an unseen clock that governed their caged lives.

Each one of them had changed.

With a calm head and observant eyes, Heeseung embraced the gift—if it could be called that—of mind reading. It didn’t stop there. He could converse mentally now, silently communicating across the room or even across walls if he focused. It was tiring at first, like pushing too hard on the walls of his own brain, but he learned to tame it.

Jay discovered his power through instinct, when a heavy shelf nearly fell on Sunoo, and he caught it with one hand, unshaken. His strength frightened even him at first. He broke things without meaning to. But with discipline, he trained his body and control to match the power pulsing through him.

Jake… Jake became fire. Quite literally. It was his curse and his weapon. His body always simmered with heat just below the surface, and the wrong emotion could set him ablaze. But with Heeseung’s guidance and Sunghoon’s patience, he learned to keep it in check, barely.

Sunghoon’s transformation came subtly. At night, his instincts sharpened, his hearing grew more precise, and his eyes glowed faintly under moonlight. Then the signs became clearer—elongated canines, an unnatural speed burst, and something primal deep inside him. He wasn’t just a boy anymore, he was something else. Half-wolf, they figured, though none of them knew what that really meant.

Sunoo, with his kind smile and playful heart, became the most dangerous of all. His power bloomed unexpectedly, controlling others with just his mind. He could quiet arguments, influence movements, even nudge decisions. At first, he cried when he realized it. “I don’t want to control anyone,” he said. But it was already in him. He learned, like the others, to use it only when needed.

Jungwon, the natural leader of their chaos, found his ability during a thunderstorm, blinking from one side of the room to the other in the blink of an eye. His speed was unmatched. He could outrun even Ni-ki’s sneak attacks in the dark.

Ni-ki… the quietest, youngest, and yet the one with the most chilling power. His affinity with shadows revealed itself in whispers. He could disappear into them, walk through darkness like it was part of him. His presence would flicker, vanish, reappear behind someone’s back. He didn’t need to learn stealth, he was stealth.

But with every power came something darker. Their thirst. At first, it was subtle—dry mouths, pounding headaches, an ache in their throats that wouldn’t fade with water or food. And then it got worse, their bodies craved blood.

They didn’t understand it. None of them even knew they were vampires. Not fully, not by definition. They only knew the ache could be soothed when one of them offered a neck. Hesitant, trembling, but willing.

They didn’t feed often. They didn’t need to, but when they did, it wasn’t violent. It was silent, desperate, and unspoken.

Then one morning, everything shifted again.

They woke up—not to noise or sun—but to scent. A faint, distant aroma that none of the caretakers carried. Sweet. Human. But different. It wafted into their windows like a whisper on the breeze, and all of them paused. No words were needed. Heeseung’s eyes met Jake’s. Jungwon looked out the window. Sunghoon’s hand twitched. Ni-ki stiffened. They all smelled it.

Someone out there. A presence unlike anything they’ve sensed before. But they were still caged.

The mansion grounds were locked, warded, controlled. A golden leash wrapped in velvet. They had no choice but to wait. Wait until the rules no longer bind them. Until they turned of age. Until they were legal adults, no longer under the guardianship of caretakers who had kept them sedated for years.

And when that day came? They would leave. No matter who stood in their way, because now… they weren’t just boys anymore, they were something else.

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They were adults now. They were finally old enough to leave. At least, that’s what they believed.

Heeseung stood before the caretakers, sharp-eyed and unrelenting. “We’re old enough. Let us go.”

But the caretakers stood still, blocking the mansion's doors.

“We can’t,” one of them said. “We were told never to release you. No matter how old you get.”

That alone made something snap in Heeseung. “By who?”

There was no answer.

Jay stepped forward, voice sharp. “Then you leave us no choice.”

But before they could act, Heeseung’s head rang. A pulse, like a whisper threading through his skull. Not from one of his brothers.

A voice—feminine, distant—echoed inside him.

Search for me.

Heeseung’s eyes widened.

Hyung, they just won’t let us go, Jungwon’s voice echoed in his mind, frustrated. But Heeseung didn’t respond right away. His breath hitched and he heard her again.

Search for me… I’m waiting…

It was real. Not a memory. Not one of his brothers. His hands curled into fists.

The scent we smelled before... A girl just spoke in my head. We have to leave. Now. Heeseung’s thought went for everyone, and that was all it took. Sunoo suddenly stepped in front of Heeseung, expression neutral. His eyes flickered unnaturally, pupils dilating like ink spreading through water.

He raised his hand slowly toward the caretakers.

“Get out of our way.” His voice wasn’t his own. It was deeper. Commanding. “And forget we were ever here.”

The caretakers froze. Then, without hesitation, they stepped aside, expressionless. The moment they moved, Sunoo blinked, his irises returning to normal. He turned around with a smile, that same bubbly grin they all knew too well.

“Let’s go?!” he chirped.

Heeseung let out a shaky breath, rubbing his temples. “Seriously...”

Jungwon walked past Sunoo, flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow! Jungwon!”

“Don’t use your powers like that again,” Jungwon scolded with a smirk.

Sunoo giggled, skipping along beside him. “No promises~”

And just like that… the front doors creaked open.

The sun had never felt so real. So warm. So… freeing.

Stepping past the mansion gates, the brothers were met with a world unlike anything they imagined. The light stung their eyes at first, the skies too wide, the air too rich with scents they couldn’t place. Everything was new. Overwhelming, beautiful, yet terrifying.

The scent of humans hit them almost immediately. Subtle at first, then thick, constant. People with beating hearts, warm blood, and unaware eyes. They passed by strangers on roads, in small towns, in markets and fields, and every time, the pull was there. The thirst.

But they held it in. Heeseung always reminded them of the girl’s voice. It kept them focused. It gave them purpose. Still, the world was not kind to anomalies. Their strength, their speed, their fangs, their thirst—it didn’t take long before they realized they weren’t human. Not even close.

They were vampires. They learned about the myths, the curses, the books written to vilify their kind. Creatures of the night. Blood-drinkers. Killers. Some truths aligned too well. Some were far from what they knew.

For years, they wandered from country to country. They taught themselves how to blend in:eating what humans ate even if it didn’t fill them, speaking different languages, altering their appearances. They experimented with jobs, often simple ones. Delivery, warehousing, retail, low profile. But over time, patterns emerged.

They stopped aging. By the time they hit 25, their appearance froze. At 30, people started noticing. By 35, they couldn’t stay in one place too long. And at 40, forever 20 in appearance, they knew what they had to do: stay invisible.

Sunoo became their fail-safe. Any human who interacted with them more than twice had their memories gently erased. Not wiped entirely, just the parts with them in it. Sunoo could do it in seconds now. Smiling sweetly, pupils dilated, and everything was forgotten. Eventually, they all gravitated to a place where they didn’t have to hide under the sun, but still could keep masks on—literally.

A country where performance culture was prominent, where identity could be concealed with purpose. They joined a world of stage performance, masked shows, cosplay, and live experiences. It was the perfect cover.

Singers. Dancers. Magicians. Behind masks, they could be anyone. People adored them. Their talent, their charm. But no one know their names.

Yet behind every show, behind every city, behind every new passport or identity-

The girl's voice remained in Heeseung's memory.

And though twenty years had passed since that first whisper, they had never forgotten. Because now, for the first time, they were close. Her scent was finally within the country they had settled in, and Heeseung felt it.

They were getting closer.

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They finally arrived. Miles of blistering desert surrounding them in every direction, the air dry and heavy, sand gusting around their boots. There was no sign of life, except for her. Not her exactly… but something tied to her. Something deeply wrong.

Right in the heart of nowhere stood a single glass box. No guards, no fences, just a transparent prison half-buried by time and wind, the glass scalded by sunlight and yet impossibly clean.

Inside was a statue. A girl. She looked asleep. Frozen mid-step, arms slightly lifted, hair cascading behind her like it was floating in water. Her expression serene, yet hauntingly sorrowful. She was barefoot, and her eyes… they were open.

And then Jay stepped back, a sharp inhale catching in his throat. “She’s looking at us.”

The others turned toward him.

“What?” Sunghoon asked.

“She’s looking at us,” Jay repeated, trembling. “Not moving, but her eyes, just now, they shifted. Slowly. Like… one second at a time.” He turned to Heeseung. “She looked at you first.”

The brothers were silent.

They tried everything. Jay slammed into the glass with all the force of his strength, causing tremors in the sand, but the box didn’t even crack. Jake tried fire, but the flame only danced harmlessly across the surface.

“Why won’t it break?” Jake asked, panting. “It’s like she’s calling to us, but locked away.”

But time was ticking. The desert sun had reached its highest peak, and the heat began to choke them, even their vampire blood shivered under the unbearable light. Their skin didn’t burn, but their minds and bodies screamed.

Ni-ki leaned against the glass, trying to cool himself, but flinched the moment his palm touched it. “Ah-! What the-?” He glanced down at his hand.

A faint golden light shimmered on the glass box where he placed his palm at.

“Guys… look.”

The others stepped forward cautiously. One by one, they raised their hands and touched the glass. One by one, the light responded.

Seven palms. Seven lights. Each glow shimmered with a different hue: red, blue, green, silver, gold, violet, and black. The moment the final hand touched the glass, Sunoo’s, the entire box began to hum.

Cracks webbed out across the surface like lightning, and the sound of breaking glass rang louder than thunder.

CRASH!

The glass exploded outward, not with shards, but with light. A burst of energy sent them all stumbling back into the sand. For a moment, everything was blinding. And then… silence. The dust settled. The box was gone. And in its place-

She stood.

No longer a statue. No longer imprisoned. Her skin was warm, her chest rose and fell. Her eyes were… real, alive. She blinked slowly, her gaze scanning each of them. Then her lips parted, and she spoke the words they didn’t know they were dying to hear.

“…You found me.” she said, soft and almost hesitant, as though tasting her own voice for the first time in centuries.

The brothers stared in stunned silence. None of them spoke—none of them could. Something had shifted the moment she awoke. Not just the air. Not just the desert.

Her scent.

It flowed out like a released curse—warm, rich, and potent. Like a melody the wind couldn’t help but carry, it swept straight through them.

Her scent was raw, unfiltered, and utterly intoxicating.

Jake was the first to react, eyes wide, panic rushing in as he instinctively covered his nose and turned away, shouting: “Don’t breathe in!”

But it was too late. One by one, the others faltered. Sunghoon staggered, his pupils thinning into slits, lips trembling. Jay gritted his teeth, fists clenched, but the veins in his arms began to darken. Jungwon dropped to one knee, hands on the sand as he gasped for control. Sunoo whimpered, his usual brightness gone, mind clouded with an ache he couldn’t push away. Ni-ki held out the longest, but even he trembled, lips parted in silent thirst.

Jake tried. God, he tried.

But the scent—the heat of her blood pumping underneath that skin, the soft glow of her pulse on her neck, the gentle curve of her collarbones—everything in her screamed feed.

He grunted, falling to one knee as his fangs elongated, vision blurring with red haze. “No, no, no…”

The girl, you, stood there with sorrow flooding your expression. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t run. You simply looked at the seven boys, now groaning, gripping their chests, clutching at the sand like it would hold them back from instinct. Then you whispered, voice cracking beneath guilt: “…I’m sorry.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Jake’s body collapsed completely, the others following after.

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Jake’s eyes snapped open.

The first thing he felt wasn’t confusion, it was warmth. Not the kind of scorching heat that once burned through his veins like fire, but a calm, blanket-like warmth that pressed gently on his skin. He sat up slowly, the unfamiliarity of the room sinking in.

Soft, golden light spilled into the space through sheer curtains. It looked like a bedroom—quiet, clean, almost too perfect to be real. His brothers were there, still unconscious, each of them resting peacefully on the beds scattered across the room. But what caught Jake’s attention the most… was you.

You sat slumped on a wooden chair just across from him, asleep with your head drooped forward. The soft rise and fall of your chest gave away your steady breathing. Your scent lingered faintly in the air, no longer intoxicating like before, but still alluring enough that Jake had to consciously suppress the natural pull.

His bare feet touched the floor as he stood, quietly approaching you. Once close, he bent down slightly, curious eyes scanning your features. Now that you were no longer encased in glass, no longer a silent statue under desert skies, you looked… alive. Ethereal. Far too flawless to be human.

His gaze wandered from the gentle curve of your lashes, to the slope of your nose, then finally… to your lips. For a brief moment, his eyes dropped to your neck, and he gulped, immediately looking away. That instinct, that craving, had almost stirred again.

Don’t. He told himself. You’re not just blood.

He stood still for a moment, contemplating whether to wake you or let you rest. But before he could decide, Sunghoon stirred faintly in his sleep. The slight motion gave Jake the push he needed. He hesitated, then gently placed a hand on your shoulder, shaking you with utmost care.

Your head lifted slowly, eyes fluttered open, and then you gasped.

Jake offered a small, crooked smile, raising his hand in a harmless wave. “Good morning,” he whispered, loud enough to be heard but soft enough not to wake the others.

You blinked a few times, clearly trying to make sense of what you were seeing. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up straighter and answered quietly, “Morning…”

Jake chuckled, amused by your hesitant voice. He crouched a little to meet your eye level. “So… who are you?”

You glanced at the still-sleeping boys, then motioned for him to follow you out quietly. Down a narrow hallway, into a small but modern kitchen.

He watched silently as you pulled open the fridge and took out a packet, blood red in color, sealed and labeled. You placed it on the table in front of him.

“Sit,” you said softly.

Jake sat cautiously, eyes narrowing at the item. “Blood packet?” he asked, turning it over in his hand.

You nodded, and then pointed at your own neck. “Don’t worry. It’s my blood.”

Jake nearly choked on his own breath. “What?”

You leaned on the counter, arms crossed. “You all crave my blood, don’t you? You’ve been following the scent for decades. My blood is… different. Sweeter, stronger, tastier than any human’s. That’s why you smelled it. That’s why your instincts couldn’t handle it.”

Jake went quiet, blinking at the packet in his hands.

“You’ve been feeding off each other to survive,” you continued. “But it was never enough. Because you were made to crave mine.”

Jake’s throat tightened, not from thirst, but from realization.

“…Who are you really?” he asked, but his voice was quieter this time. You stared at him for a long, unreadable second… and then simply replied, “I’m the reason you exist.”

Jake's grip on the blood packet tightened as silence draped over the kitchen.

You leaned against the counter, gaze settled on him—not hostile, not expectant, but weary… as if you've carried this truth for far too long.

“You already tasted it,” you finally said, voice steady but laced with an old sadness. “When you all collapsed in the desert… your bodies gave in. Your minds lost control. So I gave you what your instincts screamed for.”

Jake’s eyes widened, slowly lifting to meet yours.

“I let you drink from me,” you confirmed. “Just enough to stabilize your minds. To help you sleep without hunger clawing through your veins. That’s how you’re all alive right now.”

Jake swallowed thickly, memories flashing—heat, collapse, and the unbearable scent that made the air unbreathable.

“That’s why the thirst stopped,” he whispered. “Why it doesn’t feel… deadly anymore.”

You nodded once.

“My blood isn’t just a craving. It’s an answer. It’s… the origin.” You sighed, stepping closer. “I was made for you. Not born. Created. Designed to match your mutation, or your curse. That’s why your bodies recognize me so deeply. Why you searched for me even when you didn’t know what you were looking for.”

Jake stared at you, stunned.

“And now that you’ve found me,” you said, softer this time, “you get to choose.”

You walked toward him slowly, your bare feet silent on the tile floor, and stopped just across the table. “You have three paths, Jake.”

He looked up at you, breath caught in his throat.

“One,” you said, raising a single finger. “You drink all of my blood. Drain me. Kill me. In return, your curse will end. You’ll be human again. Mortal. Free.”

His eyes flinched, but he didn’t speak.

“Two,” you said, raising a second finger. “You drink me slowly, over time. In small doses. I live. You stay vampires. But… I stay with you. As family. As something more. You’ll remain cursed, but never lost.”

Jake’s chest rose sharply. A part of him recoiled at the idea of drinking from you again, yet another part… longed for it.

“And three.” You lowered your hand. “You don’t drink me at all after this. You keep feeding on innocent humans, all because you have my blood in your vessel once. Stay low. Hide forever. Pretend to be normal, until the thirst breaks you again, and repeat the cycle.”

Jake looked down, staring at the crimson packet in his hands as silence swelled.

“But my brothers…” he murmured, voice hoarse, barely audible.

“You make the decision for them,” you said. “You’re the one awake first for a reason.”

Jake squeezed his eyes shut, the silence now deafening.

They had never fed from humans. Not once. They only ever fed from each other, painfully and sparingly, to avoid the wrath of thirst. But now? If they chose to survive without you… they would need blood. Human blood, and that would spark something bigger. If the world learned of them—real vampires hidden in plain sight, taking blood to live—it wouldn’t end quietly. Fear would turn to fury. Rumors into war.

Jake opened his eyes, gaze flicking briefly to your neck before sharply looking away.

He didn’t want to be the reason his brothers became monsters.

Outside the kitchen window, wind danced across the sand. Inside, time seemed to still, held hostage by the weight of your words… and his silence.

You didn’t press him. And Jake didn’t answer.

The silence lingered, stretching between immortals and fate, in the space between choice… and consequence.

What would your choice be?

Tagging: @stvrrylove @sol3chu @firstclassjaylee @ateez-atiny380 @thetjtales @metaphorandmoonlight

[eclipsaria]

Mutually Obsessed teaser

You spot the staircase before you even realize how long you've been walking. A winding set of steps leading up toward the dorm building, bathed in sunlight and framed by tall trees swaying gently in the breeze. The kind of stairs that don't look too bad until you're standing right in front of them with a heavy suitcase at your side.

You sigh.

Looking down at the stubborn luggage, you wrap your fingers around the handle and brace yourself. No elevator in sight, no shortcut, just the stairs and your willpower. With a small grunt, you lift the suitcase slightly off the ground and take a step up.

But before you can take the next one, someone taps your shoulder.

You pause mid-step, turning your head—and your breath catches for just a second.

A tall male student stands behind you, a gentle smile on his face and warm brown eyes that glint with quiet kindness. He gestures toward your suitcase, voice soft but confident.

"Need help with that?"

Your heart lifts at the offer, and without thinking too much, you smile genuinely, gratefully. "Really? That would be great, thank you."

He takes the suitcase with ease, and you both begin climbing the stairs together. The conversation is light at first, mostly small comments about how steep the steps are or how confusing the dorm map looks. But there's something easy about him, something that puts your nerves at ease.

At the top, he sets the suitcase down gently.

“Year 1?” he asks, dusting his palms off on his jeans.

You nod, a bit shy but smiling nonetheless.

He hums, then shrugs casually. “I’m in Year 2. If you run into any trouble or have questions or anything, feel free to ask. Not that I’m part of the student council or anything,” he says with a slight grin, “but I don’t mind helping out.”

You can’t help but smile wider.

“Joshua Hong. Pleasure to meet you,” he says, offering his hand with a charm that feels effortlessly sincere.

“Y/N,” you reply, slipping your hand into his, meeting his gaze with a flicker of awe. His handshake is firm but warm, and for a moment, it feels like time pauses between your joined palms.

He lets go first, offering a final smile before turning to head off. “See you around, Y/N.”

“Thanks again,” you call out just in time.

He lifts his hand in acknowledgment without turning around, the sunlight catching his hair just right as he walks off. You stand there for a moment longer, eyes lingering on his retreating figure.

Full fic at -> @esrione

[eclipsaria]

A Game For Me Only teaser

And then you saw him. Chan stood at the end of the hallway, the main entrance behind him glowing faintly from the streetlight outside. He was smiling, arms wide open, as if this was all perfectly normal. As if he knew you’d make the right choice.

And you…

Without a second thought, you walked into his arms. He caught you gently, wrapping you close, warm, steady, like you were something precious.

His scent was there again, that familiar calming trace of soap and cedarwood. You pressed your nose against his collarbone and inhaled deeply. It was grounding. Stabilizing, like plugging yourself into a charger after flickering in the dark. He rubbed soft circles against your back, leaning his head slightly to rest against yours. His voice dropped low, mellow like the quiet after a storm.

“Let’s go home?”

You looked up at him, your lips parted slightly, and then, without thinking too much, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. Just a light one. Just enough to speak without words.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered back.

And Chan beamed.

He took your hand and led you outside, the cold air brushing against your skin in contrast to the warmth he gave. He opened the car door for you like a gentleman, a kind, comforting version of the boy who had once tied your wrists. But you didn’t think of that now.

You thought of the road ahead. Of peace. Maybe even… a fresh start.

At his house, he showed you around, every room introduced like a tour guide who’d been preparing for this moment for months. His favorite spots. The kitchen where he sometimes stayed up late making late-night snacks. The small balcony where he liked to drink his coffee in the morning. The shelf of books he hoped you’d read too. And then, finally, your room. You stepped inside slowly. The light was warm. The bed was made, soft and neatly tucked. There were cushions, your favorite color accenting the space. A lamp glowed beside the nightstand, and the faint smell of lavender lingered in the air.

It was… perfect.

You turned around and hugged him again, tight, like you meant it. Because you did.

“Thank you… for letting me stay.”

He smiled, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle and patient.

“Anything for you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He helped you to the bathroom, carefully tending to your wrist again, his fingers gentle on your skin. He ran the water until it was just the right temperature, setting out towels and fresh clothes. The hot shower eased everything. The tension, the ache, the lingering numbness. When you came out, the bed welcomed you like a cloud, the blankets wrapped just right. And as you curled under them, you heard the soft creak of the door.

Chan peeked in, just to make sure you were okay.

And you were. Maybe not completely, not healed, but in this moment, in this room, with his presence just down the hallway… You felt like you could finally, finally rest.

Full fic at -> @esrione

[eclipsaria]

It seems fun so i played it and omg there are so many selectionsss🥰

Tagging: @gyubakeries @nerdycheol @mylovesstuffs @cheers-to-you-th @bella-feed @sanaxo-o @an-annyeoing-writer @junplusone @hhaechansmoless @shinysobi @lovetaroandtaemin @from-izzy @swee7dream @xomakara @jenoslutie @naniwatig3r + whoever wants to play

make yourself with this picrew and reblog >:3

tags:

@losairr @ye-olde-ace @ennarchy @potnholes @uzi-x33 @meowmaii @bloodied-hands-in-the-night-sky @scary-friend @neveronlinetsukii and whoever else wants to join!!

[eclipsaria]

The masterlist for Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs is now live! Read it here!

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

100SVT Collab Masterlist 💎✨

Welcome to the official masterlist for the 100SVT Collab, a celebration of Yuki’s 100 followers milestone! 🎉 This collab is hosted by Yuki (me), Rae (@nerdycheol), Tiya (@gyubakeries), and Ro (@shinysobi).

Here, you'll find all the incredible works created by participants, inspired by the theme 100—whether it’s 100 days, 100 memories, 100 texts, or anything else creative!

📌 Entries will be updated as they are posted. Stay tuned for amazing SEVENTEEN content! 🎨✍️🎶

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-> A Seat Across From You by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Warning(s): strangers to lovers, slow-burn, slice of Life, fluff

W/C: est. 9k+

Summary: Two strangers. One train. An unspoken connection.

Every morning, you and Seungcheol share the same ride—fleeting glances, silent routines, and a growing curiosity neither of you dares to voice. As days pass, the distance between you starts to shrink in quiet, unexpected ways. Could your daily commute lead to something more... or will you remain strangers, passing by like trains on separate tracks?

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-> Bae-sically Fake by @mylovesstuffs

Pairings: Jeonghan × fem!reader

Warning(s): Fake dating au, modern au, romance, comedy, slice of life, slow burn, emotional healing, mentions of past emotional abuse/manipulation, toxic ex, emotional trauma and flashbacks, manipulation disguised as affection [past], reference to stalking/following for confirmation of infidelity, heartbreak and betrayal, gaslighting implications [in past relationship], alcohol consumption, mild cursing/swearing, themes of grief and emotional vulnerability, soft romantic tension, no smut [so far; not written yet], emotionally guarded reader, indirect trauma references, workplace sexism [called out], fluffy but with realistic emotional baggage, cheating and infidelity [past, non-graphic]

*Advanced warning(s): grooming mentioned [non-graphic but explicit reference], mentions of underage grooming [girls legal but barely, predatory behavior], ptsd-like emotional responses

W/C: est 40k+

Summary: You swear when you made up your fake relationship, you didn't know that someone worked at the coffee shop with the same name or that your family would go to check out. Now everyone thinks you guys are actually together, and, well, pretending to be fake partners has never been so complicated. Jeonghan plays along, and even offers you a deal—100 days to let him try and woo your closed-off heart.

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-> Start A War by @sanaxo-o

Pairings: Joshua Hong x female!reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff if you squint, strangers to lovers, kissing, apocalyptic kind of au since it revolves around monsters, major character death, graphic description of a dead body

W/C: tbd

Summary: Getting stuck in a town with no way to escape was not a part of your plan—getting trapped in a town where monsters come out at night to hunt and rip you apart was not your plan either. It was as if living in a nightmare where you were not able to escape but despite all of that you managed to find a small place of comfort in a person who helped you throughout your chaos filled thoughts and anxious queries with his sweet and gentle eyes which always held warmth in them.

Teaser | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

-> 100 Ways To Lose Your Love(And 1 To Get It Back) by @cheers-to-you-th

Pairings: Joshua x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff (?), emotional slow burn, exes to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: Love isn’t lost in the big fights, it’s lost in the fear of being truly seen. The real question is, where is it found?

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-> 100 Ways To Love You by @bella-feed

Pairings: playboi!Jun, clg-student!jun, non-idol!bf jun x f!reader, clg-student!reader. *the reader's name is Nara*

Warning(s): fluff, black cat gf x golden retriever bf, smut (MDNI 18+ only), angsty (at the end) smut (MDNI 18+ only), mentions of food, and alcohol. mentions of seungkwan and few other members. seungkwan is jun's bestfriend. mentions of flowers, swimming, going on dates, drinking alcohol and shi. jun is a playboi. bit angsty in the end. hopefully there’s a part two. lmk if i missed any warnings

*Smut Warning(s): dom!jun, kissing, making out, unprotected sex (don't do it!!!), fingering, slight spanking and face slapping. body fluids (sweat, cum) oral (both m and f; both receiving and giving). lmk if I missed anything

W/C: tbd

Summary: A bet, with three prominent and important conditions, resulted in you and Jun ending up together. But is it a forever thingy?

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-> Loving You For Days And Years by @kyeomofhearts

Pairings: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Warning(s): slice of life, romance, fluff, humor, non-idol au, swearing, suggestive, time-skips, tooth rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up :P

W/C: 2-3k(tbd)

Summary: You weren’t necessarily looking for love when you met Kwon Soonyoung. Loud, a little dumb, and always cracking jokes at the worst times–he wasn’t exactly your ideal type. And yet, somewhere between his ridiculous texts and the way he always made sure you got home safe, he somehow found a way to your heart. And you? You let him stay.

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-> All Twisted Secrets by @esrione

Pairings: -

Warning(s): Blood, corpse, gore, romance, psychopath survival games(aka dystopian games), poisoned, death, suicide, romance at some point, angst, gunshot fight, gambling(?), action, MDNI, 21+ NSFW

W/C: 53k+

Summary: 100 dollars in casino chips were needed to escape. Trapped in a deadly game, survival meant playing by the host's twisted rules—or breaking them entirely. As morality fades, Soonyoung and his classmates make a final gamble: kill or be killed. But when the blood dried and the bodies have fallen, one question lingers—was it ever about survival, or had they become the very monsters they sought to destroy?

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-> In The Brown And Blue by @gotta-winwin

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Warning(s): Dystopian, fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of blood, injury, minimal gore, swearing, loss of memory

W/C: tbd

Summary: It’s the centennial of the tunnel’s existence, marking the legacy since its sudden appearance in the woods across your small town. Legends say entering the tunnel sends you back in time to find those lost to you– and as you travel deeper into the tunnel, you swear you can see him, hidden in the brown and blue.

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-> Tour Date by @ppyopulii

Pairings: rockstar!lee jihoon x rising star!reader

Warning(s): Cursing, hook-up culture, mentions of needles, mentions of drugs, mentions of dieting → body dysphoria

*Smut warning(s): making out, Perhaps some fingering (f!receiving)

W/C: tbd, hoping to be around 8k-10k

Summary: The limelight is *yours*—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, hates you.

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-> A Prescription For Romance by @shinysobi

Pairings: Lee Jihoon x reader

Warning(s): Established relationship (or is it) slice of life, fluff, comedy (reader has a name)

W/C: tbd

Summary: When the new residents join the Cardiothoracic Department, they're thrown for a loop when it comes to the two youngest professors of the hospital- Neurosurgeon Lee Jihoon and you, the Cardiothoracic surgeon. Fed up, they devise a scheme-which might be ingenious, which might be stupid. Will it work? Or will they continue to live under the thumbs of cruella and sauron?

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-> Until You Know Me by @diamonddaze01

Pairings: Seokmin x reader

Warning(s): reincarnation AU, soulmate au, angst, fluff, suggestive (?), discussions of death/reincarnation and heartbreak

W/C: tbd

Summary: Seokmin has loved you 99 times. But in this life, just like every other, you don't remember. You never do. But Seomin? He remembers everything. Every goodbye. Every loss. Every time he almost kept you.

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-> Coffee and Confessions by @gyubakeries

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, slight angst, businessman!mingyu, barista!mc, journal entries and coffee as plot devices, unhealthy consumption of coffee, commitment issues (from mingyu), strangers to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Kim Mingyu, the no-nonsense businessman, meets you, the barista who laughs more in a simple exchange than he has in the past week, he feels his heart do something strange. Under the guise of understanding this foreign emotion, he keeps coming back to meet you with his journal concealed within the sharp lines of his formal blazers. Soon, the lines between research and attraction blur, and Mingyu finds the same word recurring in the pages of his journal --- your name.

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-> Si belle Homme List by @shinysobi

Pairings: Xu Minghao x f!reader

Warning(s): romance, fluff, comedy, angst, photographer!minghao, matchmaker!mc, slight coercion involved, copious referenes to smoking and drinking, friends to lovers

W/C: tbd

Summary: When Yewon's fiance dumps her before her wedding, she briefly contemplates murder, suicide, and arson--not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she has too many events to attend as a married woman, so she turns to her best friend, Xu Minghao, for a contract-100 days as her fiance, no strings attached.

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-> Love In Half Tones by @nerdycheol

Pairings: Xu Minghao x reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst, bittersweet

W/C: tbd

Summary: You’re a ballerina with big dreams. Minghao’s an artist still waiting for his big break. You meet by chance and fall into something quiet, comforting, and...real. But when your career takes off and his doesn’t, everything starts to shift. You both want to hold on—but chasing dreams sometimes means letting go.

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-> 100 Days by @esrione

Pairings: Boo Seungkwan x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, sci-fi, enemies to lovers troop, horror, mentioned of death, explosion and fire flames, robotics

W/C: 11.6k+

Summary: A detective awakens in an abandoned, eerie facility with no memory of how he got there. Armed with a mysterious gameboy-style device, he must navigate dangerous floors filled with hostile robotic maids. As he searches for hidden remote controls to unlock the building’s secrets, every step brings him closer to a truth he never expected.

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-> Lowkey, What Are We? by @vampsol

Pairings: Hansol Vernon Chwe x reader

Warning(s): fluff, angst, smut, fwb!au, brother's best friend!au, college au, feat! joshua hong and kwon soonyoung of seventeen and yang jeongin of stray kids, jealousy trope, two idiots in love but unwilling to admit it

*Smut warning(s): oral (m + f receiving), handjob, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, creampie

W/C: tbd

Summary: Your brother's best friend wasn't exactly the perfect guy to start a sexual relationship with, but it's too late to turn back. Your heart may already be too entangled to let him go, no matter your rules, for better or worse.

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-> The Way The Cookie Crumbles by @studioeisa

Pairings: Lee Chan x food journalist!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of food, disease (which neither mcs have). cussing/swearing. themes of food and memory.

W/C: est. 5k

Summary: You need one good story to get your career off the ground. Lee Chan is on a mission to try every chocolate chip cookie in Seoul. Better start somewhere, right?

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[eclipsaria]

June's schedule is fixed! Please look forward to all the June's work!!🥰🥰

‼️‼️ C U R R E N T

S C H E D U L E ‼️‼️

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Legend :

✨️ - posted | ✔️ - confirmed | ⚠️ - still fixing

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June✔️

14 - 100+ Followers: Celebration Event

16 - Âme Sœur 1st story

19 - Âme Sœur 2nd story

25 - His Life Written

July⚠️

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It can be changed everytime so check this post out okay~

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