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HAPPY THIRD EVER INTERNATIONAL AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY

(5th of June)

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"your friends are looking for you, my love." you speak out loud after you've closed the door behind you, watching as the black cat curled up on your bed lifts his head. "soonyoung asked when we finally got a cat, by the way."

the cat just yawns at you at first, curling back up before immediately rousing again once his phone goes off. with another yawn, you listen to the sounds of wonwoo shifting back to human form as you go about your own business emptying your bag. you look up to see him stretch, reaching for his phone as he scratches at his neck. his spine pops as he straightens up, bones likely aching a little from the change. you can hear the sound of him typing out a message before throwing the phone back onto the mattress, turning over onto his side as he watches you.

"long day?" you're changing into your pajamas now. wonwoo just lets out a sigh and then something incoherent to you while you're trying to get your shirt on. all it takes is another look at him to know he's still half-asleep. "i told him your name is trashbag, by the way."

he just chuckles as he opens his arms to you. he leans against you once you come closer, pressing a tiny kiss against your clothes chest now. "are you tired?"

"mhm. gonna take a cat nap before we go out for dinner." you've already turned on an alarm for it the moment you got home. so you crawl into bed beside him, listening as he shifts back to cat form while you're curling up under the blankets. you'll never understand what makes that form more comfortable for sleeping in... but you trust wonwoo's judgment.

"love you, trashbag," you kiss the top of his head after he curls up next to you, right between the ears. and smile to yourself as he starts purring as loud as he can.

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the way sm music production still has me in a chokehold after all these years

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Dokyeom is known for his loving gaze. – Interviewer: When you take a great picture, you want to show it to others. DK: Photos are fun because they give shape to a person's point of view. So I always take pictures with the intention of preserving many of my favorite things. [...] I usually take a lot of pictures of things I like because I'm motivated by the fact that I can show them there. I'm really happy when people tell me that they are cheered up by seeing my photos. So today, I was really happy to take plenty of photos of my favorite Wonwoo and preserve the memories of the fun we had. (translation) – WW: I like taking pictures of scenery and Dokyeom likes taking pictures of people. (translation)

JEON WONWOO BY DOKYEOM

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a/n: lost the request for this:((( buttttttt to whoever asked for idol!reader doing HYOLYN “Wait” dance challenge and svt reacting to it here it is after MONTHSSS

SEVENTEEN || reacting to their idol!partner doing a dance challenge

genre: fake texts, smau, fluff, humor, idol!partner, suggestive

warnings: cursing, mentions of twerking, mention of throwing up (jeonghans slide), suggestive jokes, lmk if i missed anything else

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almost, always˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(vernon x reader) - fluff

you don’t believe in valentine’s day.

at least, that’s what you’ve always told vernon. every year, without fail, he asks if you have plans on february 14th, and every year, you scoff and tell him, "it's a capitalist scam, vernon. love shouldn't need a designated day."

and every year, he grins and replies, "noted."

except this year is different.

because this year, you're sitting across from vernon at your favorite late-night diner, halfheartedly stirring your milkshake while he scrolls through his phone. and this year, for the first time since you've known him, he's not single on valentine’s day.

you shouldn’t care. you shouldn’t. but you do.

"you’re weirdly quiet," vernon says, glancing up. "deep in thought about capitalism?"

you roll your eyes. "always."

he smirks, setting his phone down. "i know you think valentine’s day is dumb, but if you did celebrate it, what would your ideal date be?"

you frown, caught off guard. "why do you wanna know?"

he shrugs. "just curious."

you hesitate, then sigh. "i don’t know… something low-key. none of that over-the-top romantic stuff. just… good company, good food. maybe a late-night walk, listening to music."

vernon hums in thought. "that’s not bad."

"yeah, well," you mutter, suddenly annoyed. he’s probably taking her on some fancy date instead.

he studies you for a second. "you okay?"

"totally," you lie, taking a sip of your milkshake. "so, what’s the plan for you and—" you almost choke on her name. "her tonight?"

vernon blinks. "huh?"

"your girlfriend," you say, trying to sound casual. "what are you guys doing?"

he stares at you for a moment before snorting. "you think i have a girlfriend?"

you freeze. "...don’t you?"

"no?" he says, laughing. "where’d you even get that idea?"

"you’ve been texting someone non-stop all week!" you argue.

"yeah, you."

your brain short-circuits. "what?"

he sighs, exasperated but amused. "i was trying to make sure you were free tonight. and clearly, you are."

you blink. "wait—are we on a valentine’s day date right now?"

vernon grins. "i mean, you did just describe your ideal one."

your face heats up. "vernon—"

"what?" he teases, nudging your foot under the table. "if love shouldn’t need a designated day, then hanging out with me tonight shouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

he has a point, and you hate that you like it.

you shake your head, hiding a smile. "you’re a scam."

he smirks. "but a good one?"

you roll your eyes. "almost."

but the way your heart is racing tells you—maybe, always.

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haiii, i really love your writing🤍 can you please do either 13 or 60 with jihoon?? Whichever spark your wonderful mind🤗 Also i wanna ask, can i make another request after this? That's it, thank you!!!

haii sweetie, thank you so much 💜 of course you can make another request after this, thank you for participating in the prompt game! 13 is taken, so let's go with 60 :)

prompt: 'truth serum/spell'

'this is bullshit,' jihoon barely resists flinging his cup to the wall. 'how the fuck-'

'well, considering how you are cursing and you usually never curse then i'd say that it really was the truth serum,' wonwoo says, sighing. 'how you're feeling right now? headache, stomache?'

jihoon doesn't feel any different if not to count for a strong urge to tell wonwoo that his hair is horrible - words are out of his mouth before he can even blink and wonwoo simply raises his eyebrow in response. jihoon purses his lips into a thin line and groans; yeah, it definitely is a truth serum. it's not a big thing and doesn't require doctors, truth serums last for few hours max and don't give any physical harm but they are incredibly annoying. 'i'll just go take something from the cafeteria, i'll be fine,' jihoon mutters.

wonwoo nods. 'it's 8 pm, so there shouldn't be many people around. i'm going back home and i won't tell anyone, but let me know in few hours how you're feeling, yeah?'

jihoon smiles, nodding thankfully. last thing he wants is to worry everyone over such a small thing and wonwoo knows this perfectly well. he also doesn't get offended at all jihoon's outburst about his hair and only jokingly warns him to stay away from directors or anyone important. 'don't want you to say something bad to them,' wonwoo huffs, heading home. 'look out for yourself.'

jihoon does usually, he has no idea who the fuck added truth serum to the coffee. grumbling under his breath, he walks to the cafeteria and instantly thinks of going back when he notices you. he doesn't trust his mouth around you in usual days, but now that he drank a freaking truth serum he certainly needs to run-

'jihoon? what are you doing here so late?' you turn to him with a small smile and shit, running now would be too rude.

'i was checking few tracks,' jihoon says. and then, because truth serum is impossible to ignore, he comments: 'you look beautiful.'

your stunned expression makes him want to die. fuck, you two are not on a compliments basis, you two are barely on a colleagues basis fuck- 'like always,' he adds. 'i mean, you look beautiful. always.'

fucking hell he needs a mouth tape. you look very surprised but he can see it's a pleasant surprise by how your smile widens and cheeks grow rosy. 'oh. thank you. that's very, um. kind of you.' and then because you're an angel, you save him from awkward silence: 'i was actually going to ask you about the comments you gave on my report? i don't think i understand them fully, maybe if you have time now we can discuss it? i'm not sure what i did wrong-'

'nothing,' jihoon interrupts. truth serum is not letting him keep his mouth shut. 'everything was okay in that report, but i needed a reason to see you again so i added some unnecessary comments.'

jihoon is actually going to die. like, go throw himself out of the window. the last thing he wants is to confess his crush on you in this kind of way, totally unrehearsed, completely out of blue. you deserve better, you deserve flowers and nice restaurant and a romantic song-

'what?' you breathe out, confused. 'you- are you kidding? my work is.. a joke to you?'

'no!' jihoon almost shouts. 'no-no, of course not, i'm just a fucking idiot who can't behave like a normal person around you. i'm so gone for you, but i never know how to breach this gap between us cause you're you and i am me and i started writing a song for you, about you, and this stupid truth serum ruined everything-

'truth serum?' you interrupt and then your eyes widen. 'wait. so what you're saying is-'

'all true,' jihoon mumbles, finally taking a deep breath. 'all true.'

there are all kinds of confessions out there and jihoon never thought that this is how it's going to happen, but when you start asking more questions and he has no choice but to answer you honestly - he thinks maybe this version of confession is not the worst one. especially not when you smile and start teasing him, asking him questions like what he thinks of you and what he likes the most about you. 'date tomorrow?' jihoon asks because bravery is reserved for the desperate times.

you laugh. 'yeah, jihoon. date tomorrow.'

maybe there are some good things about truth serums.

a/n: this is the cutest concept i've written flkfngldkgdk, hopefully you liked it! - nini

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2025 carat revival ★ dynamics week "i'd like the 13 of us to be together for a long, long time even after we grow old. until we no longer look cool on stage."

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2025 carat revival: bias week (bonus) genius, singer-songwriter, producer, dancer, performer, composer, all-rounder woozi of seventeen (tweet cr.)

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2025 carat revival: seventeen as… week SEVENTEEN as SEVENTEEN (pt 2): unit reverse stages

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2025 carat revival : evolution/growth week wonwoo throughout the years : a svt mv for every year📼

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"this is what you ate?", you ask wonwoo with a sigh, pointing at the proofs he probably should have ditched, and not just left at the sink.

wonwoo looks at you, then at the package of the frozen lasagna and the can of coke he had for dinner, then back at you again.

"um... yes?", he's not sure why he's asking either.

"wonwoo, babe..."

he watches you, sighing once again as you start to scramble around his kitchen. you grab pots, knives, condiments, and you hum when you find out there are enough fresh ingredients - god bless kim mingyu.

"what are you doing?"

"cooking you a proper dinner."

"love, i-"

"you're gonna wake up hungry in the middle of the night and get yet another unhealthy snack", you say, looking back at him. "might as well make you eat more right now. some real food."

you let wonwoo's murmur of 'lasagna is real food' passes - and he let's you cook him dinner;

you know, just because you want to, not because he loves it when you take care of him.

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my favorite star in the galaxy

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tokens of appreciation | jww.

exhibit eleven | is it really worth it?

chapter summary ⌨️. wonwoo seeks help from mingyu or mingyu makes wonwoo seek help

▶• ılıılıılılıılıılı. talk by fog lake

taglist @tacosandbitch @mellowmarigolds

warnings. self deprecating thoughts, low self esteem

notes. sorry for the late update, i struggled writing this piece if i'm being honest and work was kicking my ass. anyway i think i found a new routine so updates will go back to normal now, yippee! also i changed the headers cause the old stressed me out

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WRITTEN PART BELOW THE PHOTOS

⌨️ written part ▶• ılıılıılılıılıılı. talk by fog lake

Infuriating. Exasperating. Noisy. Boisterous. Presumptuous. That's what Wonwoo would say about Mingyu right now, all cordially of course. If Mingyu had put his mind in coming over and check on him, there was no way to keep him from doing it. Impassive, Wonwoo watches as Mingyu enters his apartment as if he owned it, checking over the state of the place, and the state of him.

"I'm surprised you're not diabetic with the amount of junk food your fridge has to keep alive."

Of course the first thing Mingyu has to point out is his unhealthy eating habits. Breaking news, not everyone should be allowed in a kitchen, especially Wonwoo.

"It's either that or I don't eat," Wonwoo deadpans, standing in the doorway, looking unruly as ever, as if he just stepped out of bed after a 12 hours sleep shift. "You could have asked me to prep your meals before I left."

The scoff he lets out is instinctive, of course Mingyu would say that, he's been taking care of Wonwoo's diet for the past few years now. Wonwoo turns on his heel grumbling something under his breath, something that sounded like 'I'm not your kid'. His best friend's eyes follow his form as he walks back to his couch, plopping down on the cushion with the grace of an elephant. Mingyu prides himself in being a Wonwoo connoisseur, so it worries him when he notices that it’s the messiest he’s ever seen him. There’s despair in his eyes, distress even, as if he was unconsciously begging him to tug him out of this hole he dug for himself.

"Alright Wonwoo, spit it out."

His tone has never that serious, something was bothering his best friend, so it bothered him too. As if approaching a wounded animal bound to attack to protect himself, he’s careful with each steps he takes towards him. Wonwoo looks like a ghost of himself, as if everything he’s been keeping in, simply dawned on him all at once, burying him under layers and layers of issues, traumas, problems, unable to breathe with the lack of oxygen. Sitting down on one of the arm chair, Mingyu decides to watch him, wanting to leave him the choice to talk, not wanting to force it out of him. The silence was deafening, he could hear his own thoughts and he might go crazy at that fact. To think that Wonwoo live like that, drowning in the turmoil of his worries, never letting them out when Mingyu could scream after just 5 minutes of being stuck in his head was totally foreign to him.

He can’t take it any more, the sight of his best friend’s misery too painful to witness any more. “Wonwoo, what’s going on?”

All Wonwoo can do, is shrug. What’s going on? Hell, if he himself knew, he wouldn’t be in that state. Is it the excruciating thought that he’s never enough, or the thought that he’s barely a functioning human, or the thought that he’ll never be like Mingyu, that he’ll never be the version of himself that he longs to be. Perhaps, it’s all of that at the same time. Mingyu visibly falters at the lack of response from him, not knowing how to make him talk nor if he should in the first place.

“Did I do something? Cause when I left you were alright.” “It’s not you.”

Wonwoo was everything bad in his opinion, but he’ll never let Mingyu feel guilty for something himself provoked.

“So there is something.” Wonwoo could tear him open right now, he hated how good he was at this little game, hated how right he always was. “It’s just… It’s nothing I can’t handle.” It’s barely above a mumble, as if he wasn’t believing his own words. The look alone Mingyu sends him is enough to make Wonwoo falters in his couch, he knows that he knows, and it’s extremely infuriating.

“I felt lonely.” It was stupid now that he said it. Lonely. A dog feels lonely when his owner is at work. A lover is lonely when their other half is in another country. An elder is lonely when their family don’t take the time to visit them no more. Wonwoo shouldn’t feel lonely, he has no right to feel this way, none. Yet, when he was drowning in his pain, that’s the only word he could think about. Loneliness. Endless and pure loneliness. For a moment, the words linger, both men taking them in. One discovers it for the first time, millions of theories about the cause of it running through his head. While the other, regrets them immensely.

“It’s stupid, just forget about-” “Why do you feel lonely?” Mingyu would never let it go, not when it comes to one of the most important person in his life. He’s in front of him right now, and he’s ready to come to his help, to aid him in this rough moment, whatever it is. Wonwoo doesn’t stray his gaze from his carpet, his hands joined on his lap tightly, his skin turning white at the contact.

“Because I did that to myself. By not being outgoing or extroverted. By not… by not having friends or wanting new ones anyway. And…” He doesn’t know if he’s ready to let out what he’s been feeling during the days all his three friends were away, living a life he wasn’t in. The feeling that was drowning him though, was too strong to be contained anymore, the little monster had grown too much within him, and it screamed at him to be released. “I feel like I’m not enough. For you, for Hoshi, for Seungcheol, for me. Like, I could be a better version of myself but I’m the one sabotaging it.” His eyes flickers to the ceiling, trying to tuck back in the tears, threatening to spill at the edge of his eyelids. “I hated you for leaving on that trip, and I hated myself for it.” Mingyu thinks about all the trips he went to without Wonwoo and, he wonders if he always felt like this, like he wasn’t enough for him to take him with him.

“Wonwoo-” “No let me finish, please.” He takes a deep breath, his facial muscles strained to keep his composure, he has to stay in control, at all times, even in his most vulnerable states.

"I don’t like feeling this way cause it seems like I’m behaving like a child, like a dependant fool who can’t function properly when left alone. For fuck sake I can’t cook for myself Mingyu. I just… I wish I could be the person I dream about before falling asleep, you know? Someone who knows how to talk to people, who’s not lost when the only people I think tolerates me aren’t in my vicinity. I want to be… like you.”

There it was, that unsaid truth that lingers in him every time he’s with Mingyu. It’s not jealousy, but envy. Envy at being this person that he deems to be perfect. His best friend is no extremes, he’s perfect in between. Not too nice nor mean, not too friendly nor closed off, not too serious nor bubbly, not too confident nor self conscious. Perfect.

It hits Mingyu like a ton of brinks. The man he adores, the man he cherishes for who he is, thinks he should be entirely someone else. He’ll have none of this.

“You don’t want to be like me Wonwoo, I think, fuck it’s hard, wait a second I’m trying to gather my thoughts.” His hands messes up his hair, tugging at the roots as if to let out the words he can’t find. How is he supposed to phrase that Wonwoo is more than enough, that his quirks and flaws are what makes him him, that there’s nothing to fix about him. All he needs to do, is realize that there’s everything to love about him,that everything is already there begging to be seen by him and nothing to change.

“Alright,” Mingyu focuses on Wonwoo, wanting to communicate through his words and his eyes, hoping it’ll be enough. “Hoshi, Seungcheol, Me, we’re your friends right? You’re the one who got closed to us, the one that maintained the contact, the closeness, it’s wasn’t just me or them. I think, deep down, you know how to do the things you long to do. No offense Wonwoo, but I think you’re just terrified of the idea that you can do the things I do, but in a much different way. In your own way.”

It's clumsy and not exactly what he wants to vocalize but it's something, a start of something at least. Even, it's a sign that Mingyu is far from being perfect, far from being spotless.

For a moment he's silent, letting the words soak in his unconscious. He didn't understand how Mingyu seemed to always find the right words, how he always was so eloquent in any given setting while he, well, let's say words weren't really his thing.

"Mingyu, how do you talk to people?" Flashes of past conversations, of barely started friendship and dropped opportunities passed by in front of his eyes. Even recently, with that foreign photographer, he had been so awkward, so cold that he dreads opening the app again in fear of seeing the messages again.

"You just, do it I guess? There’s no guide book for that, you either feel it or you don’t" Mingyu senses that his answer isn’t enough for his logical friend. “Sometimes, some people aren’t meant to form something and it’s okay. I mean you only see the friends I made but you don’t see those I didn’t manage to make, right? People they’re, they’re easier than you may think really, we all want something simple and stress free. If a deeper connection is made, then that’s good, but if it’s just a simple friendship or nothing really, that’s good too.” Wonwoo turns over his friends words, trying to spot a hidden trick, or a magical formula, but all he he gets from it is that there’s no rules, no right way or wrong way to do it.

“So I just… talk?” “Yeah, you just talk.”

For the first time in his entire life, Wonwoo realizes that he was the sole reason to his pain, that he carved his own wronged vision of himself. It’ll take time, because wounds and words can’t disappear like in a 2-hour long movie, but he’ll try. For the first time in his life, he wants to let his brain roam free, with his awkwardness, his stoicism, his funny without wanting to reactions, his tendance to sarcasm, he wants to try and be the version of himself that he already is. Perhaps, he’s always been the perfect Wonwoo he longed to be, he was just too scared to realize it. Not being in a proper box, not doing things in a conventional way, that's what made him quiver in fear.

Infuriating. Exasperating. Noisy. Boisterous. Presumptuous. That's what Wonwoo would say about Mingyu right now, and quite frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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