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chapter 1.

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ೃ࿐ 𝒐𝒕13 𝒂𝒖𝒔! (𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕)

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no i love you?

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if only you knew.

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broken bones.

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NO I LOVE YOUs? (SVT)

You did the “not saying i love you” prank.

౨ৎ PAIRING: bf!seventeen x gf!reader

౨ৎ GENRE: fluff and just pure old romance.

౨ৎ TAGS: seventeen as your boyfriend and one-shot.

౨ৎ NOTES: no thoughts tbh i was bored and i saw a prompt on twitter :/

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

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL:

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Normally, you would say ‘I love you’ and kiss him goodbye, but as you decided to prank him, the normal things you do before he leaves for work were nowhere to be found. “I love you,” he repeated, quickly striding over to you, his hands immediately touching yours. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his tone laced with worry.

"Nope?" you laughed. "Go and work out, Cheol."

"But you haven't said it yet," he groaned like a five-year-old kid.

"Fine, I love you," you said in defeat. You immediately knew that your prank would backfire, knowing Seungcheol would use his handsome face to lure you back in.

YOON JEONGHAN:

It was probably the worst prank ever. The prank lasted the whole day, and Jeonghan was not having it. For the first few hours, he tried clinging to you like a child. But as he felt that you weren't budging, the room fell into a deafening silence for the next few hours.

"Hey, I'm going grocery shopping. You wanna come?" you asked, entering your bedroom. You waited for an answer, or even a nod. But to your surprise, he just hugged you tightly.

"Whatever prank this is, it's not funny," he mumbled, making you laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," you chuckled. "I love you."

HONG JISOO:

Pranking Jisoo was not easy. You were scared that he may take it seriously. “Did you learn that prank from your friends?” he asked, his face screaming ‘you’re busted.’

“What do you mean?” you asked, playing dumb.

“You haven’t said ‘I love you’ whenever I say it,” he laughed, scooting over to you. He then planted a kiss on your forehead. “Nice try, babe.”

"Okay, then. I love you," you smiled as your lips touched.

WEN JUNHUI:

"Okay, babe. I'll be back by dinner. I love you!" Junhui said. He was currently at work, and you didn't know how you would do the prank with him miles away from you.

"Have a good day!" you said, quickly ending the call, not giving him a chance to talk. Thinking that he wouldn't call back, you placed your phone on the granite countertop and went back to stirring the soup you were cooking for lunch.

Ring, Ring. Ring. "Hello?" you said.

"I said 'I love you,' babe." It was Junhui, his voice laced with worry. "Is there something wrong?"

"What do you mean, babe?" you laugh. "Go work! Goodbye!" you tried saying fast, but Junhui cut you off.

"Say 'I love you' back, babe!" he moaned out of frustration.

"God, you're like a baby!" you laughed so hard. "I love you."

KWON SOONYOUNG:

To say that Soonyoung was dramatic was an understatement. He was more than dramatic. Once he didn't hear the three words that made his heart flutter, he started groaning, moaning, and crying. "Babe, please!" he sobbed, clutching his heart as if he were having a heart attack.

"You should be an actor, Kwon Soonyoung," you chuckled, pinching his cheeks.

"Before I take my last breath, please, just say it," he gasped, his hands on his throat.

"You are so dramatic." you rolled your eyes. "I love you."

JEON WONWOO:

You thought he couldn't hear you not say 'I love you' since he was busy playing games with his friends — but you thought wrong. "I can't play another game," he said, removing his headset and coming to bed to lie beside you. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his face resting on your shoulder.

"What do you mean?" you asked, setting your book down on your lap.

"Are you mad? I won't play anymore," he mumbled, kissing your shoulder softly.

"Oh, Wonwoo. It was a prank I saw on TikTok," you uttered. "I love you, baby. I'm not mad.

LEE JIHOON:

Jihoon was probably the 'chillest' person you know. When you did the prank, you thought he just didn't care. "Where did you learn that prank?" he asked as he joined you in bed. "You really thought I wouldn't know?" he laughed, spooning you tightly, his body heat radiating onto you.

"I saw it on TikTok," you admitted, feeling embarrassed that he knew all along."

"Don't do that again, please?" he pleaded. "If I hadn't known, I would've pulled what Soonyoung did."

"What did he do?"

"He cried all day." you both laughed.

LEE SEOKMIN:

He thought you were mad at him. You didn't talk to him the whole day because let's face it, you would've laughed at the first chance you get. So, as you and Seokmin were doing your nighttime skincare routine, Seokmin reached for your hand and looked at you with puppy eyes — with a sheet mask covering his face. "Why aren't you saying 'I love you' and why aren't you talking all day?" he groaned.

"Nothing's wrong, babe," you laughed.

"This isn't funny," he sulked.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry," you laughed out loud. "It was a prank. I love you."

"I love you, too," he finally smiled, giving you a kiss.

KIM MINGYU:

Not even ten minutes into the prank, and you couldn't resist Mingyu's charms. "Come on, say it, love!" he laughed, knowing that you were just pranking him.

"I don't know what you want me to say!" you chuckled as he hugged you tightly.

"Say it, love," he mumbled.

"Ugh, fine. I love you." you rolled your eyes. "I can't even prank you."

XU MINGHAO:

You were trying to make breakfast, but for some reason, Minghao couldn't keep his hands away from you. "I love you," he whispered.

"Thank you," you chuckled, starting right away.

"Thank you?" he asked, confusion plastered on his face.

"What's wrong with that?" you questioned.

Instead of questioning you, he started tickling you instead. "Is this a prank or what?"

"Fine, fine! I love you," you said as the two of you were now on the floor, giggling.

BOO SEUNGKWAN:

Even in texting, Seungkwan was the most expressive person you know. So, when you decided you'll do the prank on him, you knew that he would give you a great reaction.

mr. boo seungkwan: ok i'll talk to u la8er. i love you!

you: okay, bye!

mr. boo seungkwan: huh?

As you were about to type, you suddenly got a call from Seungkwan. "Hey, what do you mean?" Seungkwan groaned. "I said, I love you."

"You are so hard to prank, Seungkwan," you said, giving up in just a matter of minutes. "I love you, too."

CHWE HANSOL:

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Hansol yapped in your ear as you tried to ignore him. You have been doing the prank for almost five hours now, and Hansol has reached his tipping point. "I'm not gonna stop, babe. I have all the time in the world."

"Are you not tired?" you laughed as you folded your clean clothes.

"Like I said, babe, I can wait for days," he laughed.

"You're so insufferable," you chuckled. "I love you, too."

LEE CHAN:

You tried to do the prank, you really did. You ignored him all morning, yet it all backfired. "I love you!" you yelled as you were about to leave for work. "No!" you groaned.

"What's wrong?" Chan asked, getting worried as you slumped on the floor.

"I tried doing the 'not saying I love you' prank on you," you fake-sobbed.

"Oh, babe, you're so cute."

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BROKEN BONES (J.WW)

As much as you wanted leave the hospital, your new roommate made your stay somewhat bearable.

౨ৎ PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x reader (afab!oc)

౨ৎ GENRE: fluff and just pure old romance.

౨ৎ TAGS: gamer!wonwoo, racer!reader, and one-shot.

౨ৎ NOTES: dedicated to ones who wanted wonwoo forced proximity trope.

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

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 1.16k

WONKWANG MEDICAL CENTER, SOUTH KOREA

(DECEMBER 17, 2016 — 1:17 PM)

The fluorescent bulb in your room matched the white hospital gown you dreaded wearing. You just wanted a pop of color, but sadly, your doctor didn’t let you wear the floral gown you bought from Facebook Marketplace. “If I’m going to leave this floating rock, they should’ve at least let me wear the pink floral gown that I bought,” you sighed as you took another handful of peanuts.

“You’re being dramatic. You’re here for a broken bone,” your sister laughed, her focus not on you but rather on the drama being played on the small television. “By the way, I’m leaving in a few minutes. I should be back for dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m busy. I’m typing up a complaint letter on the hospital’s website,” you sighed, your left hand doing all the typing, making you groan in frustration.

Your stay at the hospital wasn’t supposed to be this long. It was a simple surgery turned into a 1-month stay since your right arm was really broken, like shattered into pieces. So, instead of sipping virgin daiquiris on a cruise ship to Indonesia with the rest of your family, you and your older sister are forced to celebrate the holidays in a four-walled room with no alcohol available at your disposal. “This is your bed, Mr. Jeon.” A nurse entered your room as she wheeled in a man about your age. Glasses at the bridge of his nose, his hair disheveled, and his left foot in a cast similar to yours. “You also have a roommate! Ms. Always Complains, meet Wonwoo, his left foot is broken,” the nurse joked, making you snort.

You pursed your lips and looked at Wonwoo. He was like the guy who was too good for everyone else in high school — the one you tried to talk to but would just nod at whatever you said. So, to save yourself from embarrassment, you just looked away and pretended to watch the drama your sister was watching. “I’m leaving. It seems you’re not going to be alone,” your sister whispered as she took her work bag and left without even waiting for an answer.

Like any other day, you would just toss and turn on your bed, changing the channels to whatever you stumbled upon, or count the cars driving by. But today, it was different. Your new roommate Wonwoo was playing a game you also liked. “Are you playing Harvest Moon?” you asked, now standing beside his bed, trying to take a peek at his console.

“Are you supposed to be standing up?” Wonwoo asked, his voice deep, making you melt on the spot.

“Does my foot look like it’s broken?” you rolled your eyes. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“It looks like you know what I’m playing. Do I even need to answer?”

Annoyed by his answer, you took a grape from his bowl and sat on the foot of his bed, trying to avoid his broken foot. “How did you break your foot?” you asked.

“Football,” he sighed. “What about you?”

“Motorcycle accident,” you laughed. “I do motocross. Well, I did.”

“That’s bad,” he said, finally looking up at you. The atmosphere somewhat shifted as he saw your face. He opened his mouth, but no words came out of it — as if he was flabbergasted by something, or someone. Usually, you had a rebuttal at your disposal. Maybe a few snickers here and there, but at that moment, that very moment, you felt a rush of emotions surging through you. “How long are you staying here?” he asked, his gaming console left unattended.

“Two more weeks and I’m out of this hellhole,” you chuckled, feeling at ease. “How about you?”

“That, I don’t know,” he honestly said.

(DECEMBER 25, 2016 — 7:19 PM)

“Come on, open your gift!” you beamed with excitement. It was Christmas day, and you and Wonwoo were stuck in your room with only a small Christmas tree to brighten up the room. You told your sister to go out and enjoy the holiday with her friends instead of being stuck in a germ-infested room (you actually wanted to be alone with Wonwoo, but who’s asking?)

“Okay, okay! Easy now.” Wonwoo laughed as he carefully cut through the wrapping paper. “Is this the cow from Harvest Moon?”

“Did you like it?” you asked, your eyes wide as you waited for an answer. “I bought it from a woman who crochets plush toys.”

“I love it.” Wonwoo smiled. “Thank you. Now open yours.”

You excitedly tear off the wrapping paper, opposite from what Wonwoo had done. “Are you serious?” you yelled. “A LEGO Vespa?” you cried, happy tears flowing through your reddened cheeks. “Thank you so, so much!”

(DECEMBER 29, 2016 — 11:28 PM)

“It’s chocolate cake!” you groaned, trying to make a point about what flavor of cake was the best. It was one of those days when boredom had won over. No shows could fill the void, there weren’t any cars to count, and no guests were allowed past visiting hours. So, you and Wonwoo had to fill the void of nothingness just to pass time. “Who picks coffee cake as their favorite cake?”

“I do!” Wonwoo laughed, his eyes getting smaller. “Coffee cake is good, and it’s not too sweet.”

“God, am I talking to a fifty-year-old or what?” you rolled your eyes.

“Says the one who loves chocolate cake. Are you ten?”

(JANUARY 3, 2017 — 9:18 AM)

The day you finally dreaded came. Wonwoo was getting discharged, and as for you, nothing has changed — you were still going to be cooped up in your room. You tried to ignore Wonwoo as he packed his stuff. You didn’t want to seem clingy, so you turned away from him. “You can’t ignore me forever,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“I can,” you lied. “My old roommate also left, and I didn’t care that much,” you lied again.

“Am I just a roommate to you?” Wonwoo clutched his heart.

God, what is he doing to me? “What are you to me, then?” you teased, not backing down.

“Whatever you want me to be.” Wonwoo smiled. “I have a word in mind, but I don’t know if that’s what you want.”

As you were about to answer, the nurse entered the room, breaking the tension you both had. “Buzzkill,” you whispered.

“Hey, Mr. Jeon. You’re staying, right?” the nurse asked.

“Yeah, this girl right here needs help changing her hair tie.” Wonwoo joked.

Baffled by what you heard, you tried to suppress any smile trying to form on your lips. “You’re staying? Just to take care of me?”

“Do you want me to?” Wonwoo asked, a hint of nervousness laced in his tone.

“Well, I wouldn't want my sister to waste her time, right?” you smiled as Wonwoo sat beside you, his fingers slowly intertwining with yours. “I’m almost thanking my motorcycle for breaking my arm.”

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IF ONLY YOU KNEW (L.JH)

CHAPTER 1 — COFFEE STAINS

The only thing Haneul wanted in life was to be a singer — nothing more, nothing less. But as the red string on her pinky finger seemingly got tugged, She didn’t know that an hour away from her was a kid named Jihoon, who had the same dream as hers.

౨ৎ PAIRING: lee jihoon x choi haneul (afab!oc)

౨ৎ GENRE: fluff, comedy, little bit of angst, and just pure old romance.

౨ৎ TAGS: idol woozi, idol oc, and idol side characters.

౨ৎ NOTES: dedicated to anon who read my mind.

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

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 1.44k for chapter 1.

NOKSAN-DONG, BUSAN, SOUTH KOREA: OCTOBER 17, 2010

The coffee stains on Haneul’s crumpled-up notepad were the only sign that she was still alive — that even if she hadn’t left her room for days, the bitter, dark coffee her mother gave her was the only thing keeping her sane. Trash of all sorts made a small mountain-like attraction at the foot of her bed, takeout boxes from various restaurants lived on her fridge, and piles of unwashed dishes were slowly trying to take over her kitchen sink. Her mother, who was tired of lecturing her, tried to reason with the young woman. She would text her day and night about how she’s so young and that she’s wasting her time on some silly passion called music.

“XY Entertainment is now holding auditions in Noksan High School for young men and women aged ten to fifteen! If you want to be the next Taeyon, auditions start tomorrow until the twentieth!” the old man on the television spoke, piquing Haneul’s interest. Gathering all the energy left on her body, she quickly left her room.

“Mom, is it okay if I don’t go to school tomorrow?” Haneul smiled.

Her mother, who was busy putting red nail polish on her hand, nodded. “Just make sure to come home by seven, okay? Lots of bad people are kidnapping kids nowadays,” her mother snickered. “This is the last time you’ll audition, okay? You should be getting ready to go to America, to your Aunt Hyebin! Money is there!”

“Money is also here, Mom. Money is everywhere!” Haneul rolled her eyes. “Don’t you want to brag to your friends about how famous your daughter is?”

“Are you already on Patti Kim’s level yet? Choi Haneul, work hard first, then you’ll be the next Patti Kim.”

Haneul, who was not listening to her mother rant about how Patti Kim was amazing, was already thinking of what song she would audition with tomorrow. “Hey, go away! Invincible Youth is starting!”

“How’s your audition?” the girl beside her asked. The day of the audition finally came, and Haneul was nervous, to say the least. Her hands were starting to clamp up as beads of sweat started to form on her forehead.

“It was good,” Haneul said, her heart beating out of her chest. “I just passed.”

JAMSIL OLYMPIC STADIUM, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA: NOVEMBER 27, 2022

“Can you tell the people next door to keep it down?” she whispered, her focus solely on the iPad in her hand. It was probably the shitty walls of this four-cornered room but as much as she wanted to review her practice video yesterday, the loud singing from outside was the only thing she could hear in this godforsaken place. “I swear, if they don’t stop singing, I might cut my ears off.”

Well, not really. The singing was rather good, but at nine in the morning? She’d rather stick a fork in her ear. “I really can’t do much. It’s Seventeen beside you. You know how they roll,” her stylist laughed as she carefully chose the pieces that Haneul was going to wear later tonight.

“Do you think I could probably ask Seungkwan?” she asked. “We’re kinda close, maybe. We did a variety show together eons ago.”

“Maybe,” she said. “Or just endure the singing. They have great voices, you’ll live.”

It was award season, and honestly, she just wished she could sack it off and go back home to Busan. Not that she wasn’t grateful or anything. But being the ‘token’ nomination this year wasn’t really on her agenda. As a soloist, it was really hard for Haneul to compete with these big groups, sometimes making her doubt herself as an artist. But here we are, getting forced by her manager to wear these obnoxious dresses while she fakes a smile for the camera. “You know what, I’m knocking,” she said as she stood up and grabbed her robe. The dressing rooms weren’t that far apart. She could clearly hear DK and Seungkwan singing their butts off.

DRESSING ROOM #3A: SEVENTEEN.

“Hey, shut it down! Someone’s knocking!” a voice yelled. The door slightly opened, revealing a disheveled Mingyu who looked like he had just woken up from a deep slumber. “Oh, Haneul sunbae-nim,” Mingyu said. As he omitted her name, the speaker was quickly turned off as they all tried to bow their heads.

“Oh, you don’t need to bow, it’s okay,” she chuckled, noticing how quickly they changed their demeanor. “I just wanted to ask if you could keep the music down?”

“Of course, sunbae-nim!” Seungkwan shouted and bowed again. “We’re sorry!”

God, they were so energetic. “It’s fine!” she said. “Go back to what you were doing before. See you later,” she smiled. Some of them murmured goodbye, and some bowed again, but Woozi wasn’t really trying to make eye contact with her. He just whispered, bowed, and went back to fiddling with his phone again.

“So, what did they say?” her stylist asked as she went back to her room. “Let me guess, they turned it down?”

“Yeah, they did,” she laughed. “They’re nice people.”

“Haneul, here’s the list of producers that want to work with you. Just pick someone and we’ll ask if they’re available,” her manager said. For her tenth anniversary, Haneul has been writing songs to fully capture her ten years in the industry — loved by many, maybe hated by a few. Haneul wasn’t going to lie, because of her rock-hard heart, some people in her own industry were probably annoyed by her. But she didn’t care, not one bit. All she ever wanted to do was to make music, not to get chummy with people she might not even see in the future. “Woozi?” her interest piqued.

“Yep, I was shocked as well,” her manager admitted. “I thought he only worked with Seventeen. I guess not.”

“Is he available?” Haneul asked as she took a sip of her kombucha. “Working with a new producer doesn’t seem bad, right? Widening my horizons and all.”

“Maybe you could ask him later,” her manager suggested. Outside of broadcasts and music shows, Haneul and Woozi never really interacted with each other. The only two she had a connection with in Seventeen were Seungkwan and DK.

LE CHAMBER, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA: NOVEMBER 27, 2022

In this cutthroat industry, having friends was a luxury. If you choose the right people, you were considered lucky. For Haneul, she only has three friends by her side — Jijoo, Hyeran, and Yujin, the three other auditionees who got in with her. “Should we just sack this off and go smoke outside?” Jijoo whispered as the four of them stood awkwardly at the after-party.

“Joo, this after-party was literally made for us. Just stand there and act as if you’re not bored.” Yujin faked a smile as the industry's higher-ups were eyeing them up and down. What a bunch of creeps.

“Okay, are you looking for someone, or are you just looking for the bar?” Hyeran chuckled, weirded out by Haneul, who was visibly looking for someone.

“I’ll be back.” Haneul breathed. She then walked slowly towards Woozi, who was alone at the farthest booth from everyone else, with his back against the wall. “Hey, is it a great time to talk?” Haneul asked, her fingertips softly touching the wine glass in her hand.

“Of course, sunbae-nim,” Woozi said, his voice so low only Haneul could hear.

“Just call me Haneul. We’re both the same-age.” Haneul smiled as she sat beside Woozi. “So, I saw your name on the list of producers who wanted to work with me. Is that real?” she asked, her gaze planted on his eyes.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve always wanted to work with you.” Woozi bubbled, eyes glowing from the strobe lights surrounding them. “Not because I like you or anything. No, I like you as a person, but not like that. I like you as a colleague. Yeah, as a colleague,” he blabbered, obviously flustered at Haneul’s presence.

“It’s fine.” Haneul laughed. “I get what you’re saying.”

The crowd had doubled since earlier. Both of their friends were nowhere to be seen. It was just them amongst sweaty, drunk idols who wanted a taste of freedom just for the night. As the night progressed, the only sound Woozi could hear was Haneul’s voice. As if everything got filtered, and he got lucky. Heart thumping out of his chest, this was probably the first time he felt this way. He felt nervous yet excited at the same time. “If it’s okay, I have a couple of songs that would fit you.” Woozi shyly said, his eyes never leaving hers.

“That would be amazing, Woozi.”

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ೃ࿐ 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏! (𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕)

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Of Velvet Couches and Thunder.

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JUST THE TWO OF US (Y.JH)

You have been waiting for your boyfriend’s discharge from the military for over two years, and that day has finally come.

౨ৎ PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x afab!reader

౨ৎ GENRE: sickeningly cute fluff.

౨ৎ TAGS: literally nothing just cute stuff.

౨ৎ NOTES: dedicated to @oreoerajunnie <3

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 500+ words.

The morning light slowly kissed your hands as you stretched. Usually, you hated how the sun was directly peeking right through your window, but today, it was different — so different. You excitedly stood up and checked the date, a smile forming on your lips. “Finally,” you said, heart thumping so loud your neighbor should be able to hear it.

For most people, it was an ordinary day. Some went to work or class. But it was finally your boyfriend’s discharge day from the military for you. You haven’t seen Jeonghan for God knows how long, but it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that you could finally hug and kiss him. As you get ready, your mind is filled with activities you could do once he’s free. Hiking? Travelling abroad? Shopping? Or maybe just plain old cuddling at your bed could do the job. “Should I wear this top or this one?” you murmured, the fabric hugging you tightly. “God, I miss him so much,” you sighed, trying to remember Jeonghan’s touch.

Time went by fast and it was already ten past eleven. You haven’t had the chance to eat breakfast because all you could think of was the first words you would say to Jeonghan. “Welcome back, soldier!” you whispered. “No, that sucks.”

“Why does that suck?” a voice startled you, making you jump a little from where you were standing. As you turned around, you saw the man you had longed for. His hair was a bit shorter than the last time you saw him. His skin was a bit tan, probably from standing too long under the sun. But it was him. It was Jeonghan. Your Jeonghan.

“You told me that your discharge time was at noon!” you said as you playfully slapped his arm.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled, caressing your soft cheeks illuminated by the sun. “I missed you so, so much.” Jeonghan finally sighed with relief, his eyes tearing up as he hugged you tightly. “God, you don’t know how I’ve missed this,” he whispered into your ear, as if it were only the two of you.

“I missed you, too,” you laughed. “The bed has been cold for the past year.”

It felt like everything made sense again. As if the birds started chirping, the flowers that wilted came back to life, and the world had spun again. The crowd had doubled as people from different walks of life gathered to see their loved ones. As you both got squished, Jeonghan chuckled and cupped your face. Without any hesitation, he slowly planted a kiss on your lips.

Slow, tender, and full of love.

You both broke the kiss and laughed without wanting to attract any attention from strangers. “We should probably go back home,” you teased. “Your friends are waiting for you.”

“Don’t tell me all twelve are there?” Jeonghan sighed as he carried your handbag.

“Did you think I’d let them steal you from me? I was just joking.” you rolled your eyes. “You’ll see them tomorrow. Today, it’s just you and me. No one else.”

“That’s more like it.” Jeonghan smiled.

“Oh, and Ddoljjong-ie is also waiting for you.”

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Hiii can I request a Jeonghan story. Return from the military. Very sweet and cuddly because he misses you and just make it soft beautiful love😭idk if you do smut… but you can gladly add a little soft smut as well if ud like♥️thanks🙌💕

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