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side note? mr tall man was so sweet 😭🥹 im a teacher so anything involving that (or kids) will 100% melt my heart. i love how you turned something so simple and ordinary into a cute little something 🫶

That makes me so happy to hear😭 Teachers deserve all the sweetness in the world! Thank you so much for reading🫶🏽💓

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Greatest fan of your life

♡ Seventeen Dokyeom x Reader

♡ words : 422 words

It was Foundation Day at the university. Banners waving, students buzzing with excitement, and the university auditorium packed with /loud cheering voices front the students.

For most people, it was just another celebration. But for Yn, it was her first time she would ever perform on stage.

The moment she peeked from backstage, her heart skipped, but strangely, she wasn’t as nervous as she thought she would be.

The reason?

Her boyfriend, Dokyeom was sitting in the audience, practically glowing brighter than the stage lights.

Except....

He looked more nervous than she did.

From behind the curtain, she spotted him fidgeting in his seat, tapping his leg, his hands clasped together like he was about to take the final exam. His friends laugh at how restless he was.

“Is he… more nervous than me?” she muttered, half in amusement.

When it was finally her turn, she stepped out into the light. The music started and for a minute the crowd of students faded away. She just focused on her voice, her movements, her breathing. And then her eyes found her boyfriend.

He wasn’t clapping yet. He wasn’t cheering. He was just......staring. Wide-eyed and starstruck, as if he’d never seen her before. He look like he was holding himself back from running onstage to hug her.

By the time her performance ended, the auditorium erupted with loud cheers. Dokyeom was the loudest of them all. Cheering and clapping like his life depended on it.

When she came offstage Dokyeom practically sprinted backstage to find her.

“You were—” He was breathless, hands waving wildly as if words weren’t enough. “Yn, you were amazing! Perfect! Incredible! Magnificent! Remarkable! I swear I was about to pass out watching you!”

She laughed, tilting her head at him. “I think you were more nervous than me, Kyeom.”

“I was!” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Because what if something went wrong? What if you forgot your lyrics, or tripped, or.....or....”

“Dokyeom....” She reached up and cupped his cheeks. “I told you I’d be fine. And i knew you’d be there watching and cheering."

That shut him up real quick. Ears turned red, and his lips curved into the brightest smile she’d ever seen.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, pulling her into a tight hug, ignoring the people passing by.

And in that moment, Y/N realized that while the stage lights made her shine, nothing compared to the way DK looked at her like she was the only star in the room.

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I’m really really sorry for being inactive school has been really draining the life out of me aksnndgs😭

Here’s a short Mingyu fic to make it up to all of you 🥹💓

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Mr. Tall man

♡ Mingyu x OC

♡ words : 229 words

You were stacking art supplies in your classroom when you heard the room erupt into excited giggles. That could only mean one thing. Your husband had arrived.

“Babe!” you called. There he was, impossibly tall in the middle of a room full of tiny chairs. His smile instantly softened when he saw you.

“Hi, love,” he greeted, leaning in for a quick peck on your cheeks before you could protest about being at work. The kids gasped dramatically.

“Teacher! Who’s that?” little chan asked, eyes wide.

“This is my husband,” you said with a grin.

“Your husband is so tall!” another child said.

Mingyu chuckled and crouched down to their level. “Nice to meet you. Should I help you build the biggest block tower ever and read stories?”

The room exploded in cheers. What was supposed to be a quick errand turned into him reading a storybook, opening snacks, and patiently listening to wild five-year-old logic about sharks and crocodiles.

When the last child waved goodbye, you leaned against the doorway watching him wipe marker ink off his hands. “You’re famous,” you teased.

He looked at you, eyes soft. “I think I just met your toughest critics and they approved.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Next time, don’t be surprised if they ask you to come back every week or every day.”

Mingyu smiled. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

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Hi coming in here to say that you're a really good writer and I love you

You just made my day🥹 Thank you so much I love youuuuu toooo!🫶🏽💓

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Girl Dad Dino

Seventeen Dino Short SMAU

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hellooo!! you write dad svt so beautifully i absolutely adore it! Please can I request some more dad!mingyu please please it makes me so soft reading how you write him!!!!🥹🥺

Thank you so much for loving my SVT dad series!😭🫶🏽 I hope you like this one!💓

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Her own story

♡ Girl Dad Mingyu

♡ words : 398 words

The sun had barely risen when Kim Mingyu found himself staring at the pink backpack on the couch.

It was covered in sparkles and unicorn prints, something his daughter had picked herself with excitement two weeks ago. But now…...

now it felt like a goodbye.

“Appa!"

He turned around to see his daughter with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, wearing her blue kindergarten uniform. Smilling and so excited. Unaware that her dad’s heart was breaking just a little.

“Wow I have a big girl now,” he said with a gentle smile, kneeling to his daughter at her level.

“I AM A BIG GIRL NOW APPA!” she said with a smile.

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby?” he asked. “You know you can just stay home for today with Appa and Eomma. Watch cartoons and make pancakes.”

“Appa,” she laughs. “Noooo, I want to go to school!”

He sighed dramatically. “Okay.”

You laughed and said, “Okay now let's go before your appa cry.”

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In the backseat, their daughter is happily singing her favorite song unaware to the emotional storm brewing in her dad's heart.

Mingyu looked at her daughter through the car's rearview mirror.

His first baby. The one who once grabbed his nose and bit his chin and fell asleep on his chest like she owned it.

And now she was leaving him…

For school.

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Mingyu knelt down and fixed her uniform one last time.

“Okay,” he said. “Do you remember our three rules.”

She giggles. “Yes!”

“Okay. 1.) Please be kind. 2.) Listen to your teacher. 3.) if anyone bullies you, Appa will fight them.”

“Appaaa,” she giggled.

You gave him THE look. “Kim Mingyu.”

"Okay fine. No fighting.”

His daughter gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged her mother “Okay! Bye Appa! Bye Eomma!”

And just like that she ran.

Brave. Confident.

And Mingyu stood frozen eyes glassy.

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When they picked her up, their daughter came running with her arms wide open.

“Appa!! Eomma!!"

And just like that all was right again.

“I missed you, appa" she whispered.

He hugged her tight. “I missed you more, baby.”

Then he picked up his daughter in the car, her tiny arms around his neck, and promised to himself he would never forget this day. The day his little girl walked into the world, and bravely began writing her own story.

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Jun SMAU is now posted! sorry for being inactive🥹😭

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Superdad and Uncles

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It’s my first time writing a fic like this 🥹 Let me know what you think! I hope you all love it

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"Just us."

♡ Woozi fic & Jeonghan and Vernon as babysitters🤏🏽

♡ words : 503

♡ warnings : Grief / Loss of a Loved One, Absent Parent, Mild Angst🤏🏽

Let me know if I missed one🥹

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The late afternoon sun cast a soft orange light through the window as Vernon and Jeonghan sat on the floor of Woozi’s living room, surrounded by toys, coloring blocks, and dinosaurs. Between them sat a 9 years old boy, with a head full of dark hair and eyes too serious for someone his age.

“Hey, buddy” Jeonghan said, holding up a book. “Want to read some books with me?”

The boy, Jiho, blinked once then gave a slight nod to Jeonghan and went to his room to get some books to read.

“He talks more with you than with his own father” Vernon muttered under his breath.

“You're right.” Jeonghan sighed.

It had been two weeks since Woozi had asked them to help babysit here and there. The studio had him drowning in work again. Deadlines, recordings, more deadlines, more recordings, and more deadlines.

Ever since his wife had passed, Woozi had buried himself deeper in work, as if music can shield him from grief.

But grief wasn’t something you can avoid, especially not when it lived in the eyes of your own child.

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Woozi finally came home later that night, the house was quiet. In the living room Jiho, curled up on the couch under his favorite blanket.

“You’re late.” Jeonghan said, arms crossed.

Woozi rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. The work was hectic.”

“Not an excuse,” Vernon said “He kept asking if his dad were coming home tonight.”

Woozi froze.

Jeonghan sighed and walked over to woozi, lowering his voice. “Jihoon, we know this is hard. But he’s 9. He lost his mom. And now he barely sees his dad.”

“I’m.....I'm doing my best,” Woozi whispered.

“I'm sorry hyung but, No" Vernon said. “You’re doing what’s safe. What hurts less. But it’s not your best. Not for him.”

Then Jeonghan added, “Remember what she said before? She will hunt you in your sleep if you make your son sad.”

Vernon chuckle, "Right hyung. I wouldn’t risk it. Especially not your ghost wife.”

Woozi cracked a smile the kind that held more pain than amusement.

He walked over to the couch and knelt beside Jiho who was sleeping. He gently brushed his hair from Jiho's forehead.

“Hey buddy” he whispered gently

Jiho stirred, sleepy eyes blinked up at him.

“Dad???”

“Yeah it’s me.” Woozi’s voice shivered. “I’m sorry I was late.”

There was a slight pause. Jiho looked at his father studying him like a stranger.

Then he reached out his small hand and touched his father’s cheek.

“You smell like a studio, dad."

Woozi let out a laugh.

“Do you wanna stay up a little late? and maybe we can eat ice cream and fries? Just us.”

Jiho nodded and mumbled, “Chocolate ice cream and cheese flavored fries?”

“Yes, Chocolate ice cream and cheese flavored fries."

meanwhile

Jeonghan and Vernon watched from the doorway as the father and son went into the kitchen. Vernon folded his arms and nudged Jeonghan’s shoulder.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?”

Jeonghan nodded slowly but surely. “Yup he just needed a reminder.”

“And his wife's threat.”

“100%”

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I'll be posting Jeonghan and Vernon as baby sisters fics after my finals!🎉

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hey! your works are soo awesome!! im in love with them. looking forward to more in the future and as always, stay safe and healthy and happy. also, drink more water!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words that really means a lot to me! I’m so happy you enjoy my works and I can’t wait to share more fics and smaus with all of you soon!

Stay safe, healthy, and hydrated too!🫶🏽💜

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what do you think about seventeen's babysitting series. but it's kind of like, different. what if seungcheol's kid is given to chan because the parents are going on date somewhere for some alone time and chaos ensues. like that, baby exchange scenario type.

some trust the other, for some their partners have to assure them like that.

possible pairings could be,

seungcheol - chan as the babysitter

soonyoung - Jihoon as the babysitter and anything you want. you can do any pairing you want. it can have more than one person too. you get the idea?

I'm not sure if this is what you meant but I hope you like it🫶🏽💓

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SVT as babysitters

♡ Seungcheol x reader

♡ words : 599

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Seungcheol stood at the doorway of his house, suitcase in one hand, and his wife's hand in the other, glancing back for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Beside him, his wife looked equally unsure, her hand lingering on the handle of the luggage even though their twins were already bouncing happily in the living room.

"We could cancel," she whispered. "Just postponed the trip a little. They're only five."

Seungcheol sighed, torn. "I know. But we’ve been planning this anniversary getaway for three months…"

"And you guys left them with the best people you could possibly trust!" Minghao chimed in from the couch, where he was currently being used as a coloring book by Seungcheol's daughter, Jiwoo. “Besides, look at Jiwoo she’s already calling me Uncle Prince hao.”

From the kitchen, Jun called out, “And Uncle Jun makes the best star shaped pancakes. Right, Jiwoo? Right, Jiwon?”

The twins laughed in unison. Chan popped out from behind them wearing a tiara. “And Prince lee chan is ready for his royal duties!”

Seungcheol's wife chuckled despite her nerves, nudging her husband. “I think they’ll be okay… right?”

Seungcheol finally let go of his suitcase and knelt down to meet the twins gazed. “Okay, Daddy and Mommy will be back in a week, alright? Be good to your uncles, okay? No fighting and no biting.”

Jiwon blinked. “Even if uncle Jun steals my pancakes?”

“Yes,” Seungcheol said, very seriously. “Even uncle Jun steals your pancakes.”

As the car drove away, Seungcheol still looked back through the rear window until the house disappeared.

Day 1

By afternoon, the living room looked like there was a storm that had come. Pillows scattered across the floor, stickers on the tables, and Jun was googling “how to clean paint out of curtains.”

“Why does Jiwon run so fast?” Chan huffed, crawling under the couch to retrieve missing slippers.

Minghao, calm and collected, sat on the floor assembling a puzzle with Jiwoo. “Because you fed him sugar before naptime.”

Chan blinked. “Wait, wasn’t that Jun hyung's idea?”

"What?? No!.”

Day 4

They got a routine down. Pancakes in the morning (thanks to Uncle Jun), arts and crafts with Uncle Minghao (now known as “Uncle Haohao the color king”), and a surprisingly quiet storytime with Chan before naps. The twins had a schedule, laughter filled the house, and even the tantrums were easier now.

Minghao smiled one evening as Jiwoo curled up beside him on the couch. “I get why Seungcheol hyung and his wife didn’t want to leave them. They’re exhausting, but you kind of fall in love with them.”

Chan yawned from the recliner, Jiwon fast asleep on his chest. “Same. I might cry after this.”

Jun entered the room with matching dinosaur hoodies for the twins. “I’ve already planned matching outfits for the rest of the week. I’m in deep, guys.”

Day 7

Seungcheol and his wife returned to find a much more chaotic house than they left, but also a warmer one. The twins ran into their arms, chattering a mile a minute about pancake art, and the time Uncle chan almost fell in the bathtub because of a rubber toy.

“Thank you so much guys,” Seungcheol said, sincerely.

“No problem hyung.."

"Call us next time again if you need help"

"Yup we're only one call away."

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Later that night, as the three babysitters sat and drank at Jun's apartment, Chan spoke.

“Should we get twins of our own?”

Minghao laughed. “Let’s start with dating someone first, dude.”

“Yupp,” Jun said. “But dibs on being godfathers if they ever have another.”

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🫡 you're seungcheol fics are top notch and I love them soo much.

can I maybe ask for single girl dad jeonghan? or just not maybe single or maybe just girl dad or boy dad jeonghan whose kid is the major troublemaker of the group's kids.

Thank youuuuu so much for loving the Seungcheol girl dad series!

I had so much fun writing this too akxksjdbs imagine a little or mini version of Jeonghan 😭

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Mini Jeonghan?

♡ Jeonghan x reader

♡ words : 437

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Jeonghan was sitting on the chair of the kitchen, sipping on his coffee with a proud smile while watching his son, lead a full-scale rebellion against nap time.

Soonyoung’s daughter, Minseo, was stacking pillows like bricks under your son’s instructions. Joshua’s son, Hyunwoo, was acting like a guard by the window. And at the center of it all was Yoon Yongjun his son commanding like a general in his mismatched socks, holding a remote control.

“Operation: No Nap.,” Yongjun shouted into the remote control, eyes gleaming.

Seungcheol’s daughter Nari, looked conflicted. “But I like naps…”

“Sleep is for the weaks,” Yongjun declared. “Real heroes stay awake.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as Seungcheol, Soonyoung, and Joshua erupted into laughter from the kitchen. You turned to Jeonghan with a disbelief expression. “He’s really your son.”

Jeonghan looked offended. “ Our son.”

“He just convinced a group of kids to pout so they could eat cookies,” you deadpanned. “That’s classic you move.”

“That’s classic smart,” he corrected smugly, raising his cup. “Strategic. Genius, even.”

“Jeonghan.”

“What? Yongjun is a natural leader.”

“A natural troublemaker, you mean,” you teased, sitting beside him and nudging his shoulder. “Where did he inherit that from, huh?”

Jeonghan gave you a knowing smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Definitely you.”

You snorted. “Me? Fyi I was a quiet kid back then ”

“You married me.”

“Touché.”

From the living room, there was a loud crash, followed by Yongjun yelling, “Abort mission! Nari fell on the base!”

Everyone scrambled. Seungcheol sprinted like an Olympian. Mingyu tripped over a toy truck. You stood to go help, but Jeonghan casually patted your arm.

“She’s fine,” he said calmly. “They padded the floor with pillows, remember?”

“Still! You’re too calm about this”

Jeonghan grinned. “I’ve survived you. I can survive our son.”

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Later, after everyone had gone home and the house was finally quiet, you lay in bed beside him, watching Yongjun sleep with a bandaid on his forehead (for dramatic effect, not an actual injury).

“He’s going to give us gray hairs sooner or later,” you whispered.

Jeonghan chuckled, brushing a hand over your hair. “Yeah... but he’s going to make life interesting.”

You gave him a look. “He’s already giving you headaches.”

“And I love every second of it.”

You paused, then smirked. “Still think he didn’t get that troublemaker gene from you?”

He reached over and flicked your forehead gently. “You fell for the troublemaker gene. So technically, it’s your fault.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing into your pillow.

Meanwhile, in his sleep, Yunseo muttered, “Operation: Cookie 2.0…”

Jeonghan groaned, face-palming. “I take it back. We’re doomed.”

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hey!

you ask and you shall receive asks!!! hehe

what do you think about woozi as a single girl dad and the reader as soonyoung's sister. like she never knew he was a dad, let alone single dad because it's been years since she saw him and they are all back together to meet because soonyoung is getting married and all. something like that?

Woozi as a single girl dad and the reader being Soonyoung’s younger sister who hasn’t seen him in years?👀

It's my first time writing this kind of story/fic so any feedback would really help me improve and learn more.🫶🏽 Thank you so much everyone and I hope you reading!💓

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♡ Woozi x reader

♡ words : 452 words

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Soonyoung’s wedding was the first time all thirteen of them were back in one place in years. And for you, it was your first time seeing most of them again since college, when you were known as “Soonyoung’s little sister” who always tagged along with him.

You weren’t expecting much. Just laughter, chaos, and a little nostalgia.

What you didn’t expect was Lee Jihoon walking in with a little girl tucked into his arms.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

“Is that Jihoon?”

Soonyoung leaned over and whispered, “Yeah, that’s Jihoon’s daughter. Her name is Jieun.”

You stared. Jihoon? A father?

It wasn’t until later that night, during the dinner, that you found yourself standing next to him again. He looked older not in a bad way. Just softer. He still had his usual quiet aura, but now there was a gentleness about him, especially whenever he looked at his daughter playing and having fun.

“You’re good with her,” you said, breaking the silence.

Jihoon turned to you. “I have to be. She’s all I’ve got.”

Something tugged in your chest.

“I didn’t know,” you said softly.

“Many people don’t. I don’t talk about it much. Her mother left a few years ago. I didn’t think I’d raise her alone, but she’s my whole world now.”

You watched him as he looked at his daughter, his eyes full of love. He wasn’t just Jihoon the genius producer anymore. He was Jihoon, the father. And somehow, that made him even more admirable.

The weekend passed. You found yourself helping him tie tiny shoes, holding his daughter's hand while he fixed her hair, even sitting with them during meals. She clung to you like she’d known you forever.

“She likes you,” Jihoon said one night as you helped put her to bed.

You smiled, brushing Jieun's hair gently as she dozed off. “She’s easy to love.”

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1 year later

The wedding had long passed, but something stayed. Messages turned into late-night calls. Weekend visits turned into sleepovers where Jieun demanded bedtime stories from “Auntie Y/N.”

And one spring evening, Jihoon stood in your kitchen with Jieun perched on his hip.

“She asked me today if you’re going to live with us soon,” he said with a soft laugh.

You paused. “And what did you say?”

“I told her I hope so. Because I want that, too.”

Your heart swelled. You took a step closer, placing your hand on Jieun's back and smiling at him.

“I guess we better start making room for my books then.”

Jieun cheered.

Jihoon leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Thank you for choosing us.”

You kissed his cheek. “There was never anyone else I’d want to be with.

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