#*verkwan

[chancheols]

@powerboo Surprise!!!!! Thank you again for being so lovely and allowing me to get to know you through my essay-long asks lol. I wanted to wait until it was closer to the new year to gift you your boys and, I hope you have a phenomenal, joyful and creatively inspired 2025 🩷

Videos used in this set!

Jeonghan

Cheol

Hiphop Unit

[svtcatcafe]

[nonvoice]

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[chansstolenlaptop]

"I look at you more than you think!!"

Yes, we know👍🏻

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; jeongcheol, minwon, multis + other)

JEONGCHEOL

"you don't understand (you should never know)". f1!au. oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team's Choi Seungcheol and Yoon Jeonghan are in the midst of battling it out for the Formula One World Drivers' Championship.

"the necessity of living". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 3k. nc-17.

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol says, strangled.

Jeonghan closes his eyes. Oh god, he thinks hysterically. Not this again.

"beginning song". soulmate!au. oneshot, 17k. pg-13. ♡

He’d thought, when he was younger, that his feelings for Jeonghan would eventually fade with time. But time seems to have done the opposite. Seungcheol isn't sure which version of reality might be worse: one where Jeonghan isn't his soulmate, or one where he is.

"ready to love". oneshot, 20k. nc-17.

“Felt nice, right?” Jeonghan murmurs benignly. Warning bells sound in the depths of Seungcheol’s consciousness. He’s attuned to Jeonghan’s brand of troublemaking; nothing good could possibly follow that tone of Jeonghan’s voice.

"eulalia (silver grass)". wolf!au. oneshot, 20k. nc-17. ♡

There’s a new scent in the pack’s hanok. It’s getting under Jeonghan’s skin.

"one step closer". royalty!au. 5 chapters, 132k. nc-17.

The West nations crown prince Yoon Jeonghan loses his position, land, and all of his pride in a war with the East nation's Emperor Choi Seungcheol. The next thing he knows, he's being referred to as betrothed of the Emperor.

MINWON

"miss me?". oneshot, 1k. nc-17.

Where they miss each other.

"here kitty kitty". hybrid!au: cat!ww, panther!mg. twoshot, 26k. nc-17. ♡

Panther hybrid Mingyu visits a housecat hybrid village and causes quite the stir.

"sweet accident". au, age gap, prime minister!mg. 12 chapters, 34k. nc-17. ♡

“Jeon… Wonwoo… age twenty…three…college… student… no… gag reflex. Status…very… available.”

MULTI

"rewind and repeat". s.coups/jeonghan/joshua. age gap, omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh, alpha!js. oneshot, 3k. nc-17. ♡

There is shame, in letting men nearly ten years younger than him tumble into his bed. Jeonghan almost feels guilty.

"synced threes". wonwoo/seokmin/mingyu. oneshot, 5.6k. nc-17. ♡

“This is what you two do on a night without me?”

"cognitive dissonance". jeonghan/svt. au, age gap, professor!jh. oneshot, 7k. nc-17 (pls check the tags!).

“Mr. Yoon…?” Jeonghan looks up again, his stare unfocused. His mouth is so pink Soonyoung can nearly imagine the heat of it against his own.

"it takes three to tango". s.coups/wonwoo/dino. au. oneshot, 15k. nc-17. ♡

There was no room in their love for a third person, of that, Wonwoo was entirely sure, but there was plenty of space for a third in their bed, and Chan would fit quite nicely.

"being a beta". s.coups/jeonghan/joshua. omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh, beta!js. twoshot, 24k. nc-17.

Hong Joshua enjoyed being a beta. Being a beta meant a quiet, simple life without being subjected to biology in the way alphas and omegas often were. Too bad he was deeply in love with an omega who craved an alpha mate.

OTHER

"an appropriate distance". seokgyu. omegaverse: omega!sm, omega!mg. oneshot, 6.6k. nc-17.

It's like this: Seokmin helps out with Mingyu’s heat, but not the other way around. Maybe Seokmin is the one holding Mingyu at arm’s length, but it's better this way.

"i'm sorry every song's about you". junhao. band!au. oneshot, 10k. nc-17.

The bass of their songs is always what sticks with Minghao the most. Junhui sticks with Minghao too.

"sip on your lips". sooncheol. au, age gap, single dad!sc. oneshot, 11k. nc-17.

Soonyoung finds it a little too hard to say no to the hot single dad across the hall.

"of the color gray". wonchan. fantasy!au: demon!ww, witch!dn. oneshot, 16k. nc-17.

Chan accidentally summons and binds himself to a lust demon. It turns out better than expected.

"son of nyx". verkwan. spy!au. 3 chapters, 31k. pg-13.

Hansol Vernon Chwe is eighteen when he decides to follow Seungkwan to the end of the earth, even if it means becoming a contracted agent with no guaranteed future.

[irlvernon-moved]

zip-lining with vernon and seungkwan (a.k.a. stoic father and excited son)

[kyeomniscient]

seventeen ao3 fic recs (pt. 2)

creating a new post for the mid-length fics bc the original post was getting too long - enjoy!

pt. 1 (completed fics, >50k words)

pt. 3 (completed shorter fics, <10k words)

pt. 4 (incomplete fics)

in order of descending word count, last updated 13/12/2024

Cherry Tree Inn (jicheol, 45k, completed)

obsessed with the plot twist in this one! the damsel in distress!hoon x hero!cheol dynamic never fails

The Times We Fell (minwon, 46k, completed)

this one definitely did things to my heart :"") loved the visuals of hockeyplayer!mingyu x figureskater!wonwoo, the development of their enemies(?)-to-friends-to-lovers arc, how their relationship remained strong and steady throughout despite being met with various obstacles and external pressures along the way, how Mingyu rekindled Wonwoo's love for skating not once but twice, just them being a healthy and supportive couple - a beautiful read!

Access Granted (jicheol, 45k, completed)

the jicheol banter was golden in this one

divine pain, pain divine (gyucheol, 44k, completed)

the enemies-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers pipeline i never knew i needed

cut to the feeling (soonwoo, 44k, completed)

this was a character study on emotional self-torture and every chapter was an absolute sucker punch to the gut - loved the sadness and pining for the drama but i also felt like plot-wise the events didn't really justify the intensity of it all as much as the author's other piece :"/ writing was still amazing though!!

gold fever (seokgyu, 43k words, completed)

archer!seokmin x weightlifter!mingyu in a college au - really liked the vibes and writing in this fic :) seokgyu fics are rare and i feel like it's bc their dynamics on-camera mostly revolve around teasing/bickering it's hard to picture anything else, but the slow-burn element brought smth fresh and new to their dynamics and it was such an enjoyable read!

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens (jicheol, 40k words, completed)

after reading this i think it's safe to say we all need a cheol during an apocalypse

In The Eye of the Beholder (verkwan, 34k words, completed)

half-demon!vernon x blind!seungkwan - verkwan is the softest ship and no one can say otherwise

Get busy living, or get busy dying. (cheolhoon, 31k words, completed)

absolutely living for the dialogue and banter between these two during the counseling sessions - such a unique setting, a v good fic!

secondhand smoke (gyucheol, 30k words, completed)

this was the start of my spiral down the gyucheol rabbit hole: collegiate sport aus will always be superior

just let me know (i'll be on the floor) (verkwan, 30k words, completed)

soft and sweet friends-to-lovers fic that made my heart so warm!! really loved how their relationship unfolded over time, how they took care of each other as roommates, with seungkwan's obliviousness and denial and vernon being so patient with him throughout - 'twas a lovely slice-of-life read that brought comfort and joy :)

A (Revised Guide to Lab Safety) (soonwoo, 25k words, completed)

askjfsds this was an amazing mix of soonwoo peer dynamics in a college au + science!! their lab partners-to-friends-to-lovers arc was really too cute so i'd highly recommend this to soonwoo enthusiasts

tu me manques (minwon, 26k words, completed)

this really captured the feeling of watching 90s & early 2000s romcoms (think before sunrise, chasing liberty, serendipity etc) and was written so beautifully i might cry :"") really loved the travelling aspect of it, the scenic descriptions of each city made the fic so immersive, like i was there along w them sigh

also wonwoo has slight manic pixie dream boy vibes and mingyu is just there lolol

here kitty kitty (minwon, 26k words, completed)

the ultimate cosy fall read - this fic felt like a sip of warm tea by the fire on a chilly autumn evening :)

snowflake, i'll catch you tonight (minwon, 25k words, completed)

this was really cute!! just soft and fluffy vibes in general and characterisation was super on point bc wonwoo is literally winter personified lmao

i thought that space was mine (jeongcheol, 25k words, completed)

jealous jeonghan sad fics are everything

a mix of sun and clouds (soonwoo, 24k words, completed)

lovelovelove aus with interesting professions, and this time they're both working at a weather station! soonyoung being a weather nerd is such a delight to read, and wonwoo's emotional constipation + little acts of service never gets old hehe geguri is amazing

Paradise Lost (minwon, 24k, completed)

sad fics have a chokehold on me and this one definitely takes the cake... was left in tears and i would risk it all to experience it for the first time again

despite this being a post-apocalyptic au, the development of the romance arc was treated softly and gently, that the moments of tenderness between the mcs shone through the violence and ruin that surrounded them. it was a really refreshing take on domesticity, one that took me by surprise, and it's a pity that the author only has 2 works!! i need MORE

Bend (and Break) (seoksoon, 23k words, completed)

fwb-to-friends-to-lovers seoksoon?? another wholesome fic and i loved the build up in this fic, where the mcs are basically doing all but admitting their feelings for each other UGH so cute

175°C for 60 minutes (seokgyu, 23k words, completed)

vv cute baking rivals au!! love how little clues were sprinkled throughout the story and came together at the end to tie things up nicely hehe

Lie Again (gyuhan, 22k words, completed)

the best gyuhan fic (that i've read so far) !! aka the chronicles of one (1) emotionally-unavailable yoon jeonghan where he learns to embrace the notion of Having Feelings ™ ft some of my other fave ships seoksoo and soonwoo

Jack of all trades... (jicheol, 21k words, completed)

absolutely went down a jicheol rabbit hole after this... their dynamics are one of a kind and i love it so much

stillness and motion (seokhao, 21k words, completed)

give me a fic about emotionally-repressed characters that yearn and do everything but communicate and i'll eat it up!! the tension built up between (former) teammates in sport aus are a different breed and i'm absolutely here for it

For Want of Glory (woncheol, 21k words, completed)

secret agent au! loved woncheol's dynamics here, and it's really endearing to read from coups' pov because i love the way he just PINES

you make me feel good (i like it) (soonwoo, 18k words, completed)

no spoilers but this was an absolute beast of a fic that DESTROYED me the best way possible :"") each chapter was succinct yet packed a punch, loveloveloved how the element of time travel was weaved into the storyline!! op you are a genius for conceiving and writing this

Storm Warning (wonhui, 18k words, completed)

jun as a manic pixie dream type here is everything!! ww's feelings are so valid bc if jun was my neighbour, i too, would fall in love right away HAHA

Cold Hands, Warm Heart (jicheol, 17k words, completed)

apocalypse aus always hit so hard and this fic was no exception - i was expecting a much darker arc based on the blurb, but the author managed to transform such a dire situation into one full of love, warmth and hope :") definitely check this one out!! there's also a (slightly) heart-wrenching (tiny) minwon arc on the side

now i'm covered in you (soonwoo, 16k words, completed)

it's the art of dealing with grief and moving on in a sweet and tender fic - highly recommend!

say you want me (cause I need it, all of the time) (soonwoo, 15k words, completed)

this is wonwoo as everyone's dream high school boyfriend lol

choosing the right place to put it (woncheol, 15k words, completed)

15k words of pure domestic fluff :") wonwoo and cheol are so soft with each other in this fic and cheol being so oblivious throughout really takes the cake HAHA

burning the wick at both ends (jeongcheol, 14k words, completed)

getting back with an ex is never a good idea... unless it's jeongcheol

in the dream where I am an island (jeongcheol, 14k words, completed)

rare jeongcheol fic from cheol's pov

full ten (minwon, 14k words, completed)

super adorable strangers-to-roommates-to-lovers fic!! i really loved that they each had their own lives (preferences, habits, jobs and interests) before they met each other, and coming to live together only made their lives better - there's just something about the intimacy of co-existing in the same space with someone, bonding over simple weeknight dinners, developing a shared routine over time :"")

favorite (minwon, 14k, completed)

this was a v lovely friends-to-lovers fic - really loved the timelapse of small moments between them from both perspectives!

helios (minwon, 13k, completed)

a literal masterpiece - great execution of a cool concept, and wonwoo's persona as an artist was really well-crafted!!

runaway (verkwan, 13k, completed)

this fic highlights an inseparable quality about verkwan, that there'll always be invisible string tugging at both of them, keeping them by side by side - amazing!

day ones all i keep around me (minwon, 12k words, completed)

established (secret) relationship where minwon tries to soft-launch their marriage but their fans are too dense to realise LMAO this was really cute, and i loved the dynamics between streamer!wonwoo x soccerplayer!mingyu hehe

Flowers In My Path, My Love (seokwoo, 12k words, completed)

this was the cutest college meet-cute aka hotpoetryclassguy!wonwoo x cutepoetryclassguy!dk - it really captured the moments of fumbling, awkward shyness when interacting with crushes so well and bonus points for describing dk as sunshine bc he really is the brightest boy!!

put me on a feeling i never had (woncheol, 10k words, completed)

on the inherent romance in tending to the wounds of a lover

i want us both to eat well (gyucheol, 10k words, completed)

light the way home (and i'll follow) (minwon, 10k words, completed)

[singgibanggipoongpoongbanggi]

jeonghan: if I were a flower which flower would I be?

seungcheol: a sunflower, because you shine bright like sun.

*verkwan later*

seungkwan: if I were a flower, which flower would I be?

vernon: cactus

seungkwan: *glares*

vernon: *mumbles* because you stab

[incorrect-svt-quotes]

#136

Chan: Why are Seungkwan and Vernon sitting with their backs to each other?

Wonwoo: They had a fight

Chan: Then why are they holding hands?

Wonwoo: They get sad when they fight

[arwensundomiels]

VERNON & SEUNGKWAN / 240108

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 2

masterlist. part one. part two. part three.

part two of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me. part one was kinda long so i thought it would be better if i just made a 2nd post instead of adding on to it ^^

(list is in order of authors!)

Of Milkshakes, Onesies and Miniature Roses - coupdetart

soonhoon, uni au, oneshot

soonyoung likes small and cute things. jihoon is small and cute. and that's it, that's the entirety of this adorable fic. pls this fic had me grinning so hard omg everything is literally soooo adorable and jihoon is so tsundere but you can already tell that he's so fond of soonyoung and his antics and they're just very very sweet

Know Ya Boo - jeosheo

meanie, non-idols, fluff, getting together, oneshot

jeosheo and lunahui are two of theeeee best meanie writers that ive like. ever seen. this fic made me laugh and it made me internally cry and it's soooo so lovely and funny and domestic and honest to god. the entire attraction of this ship is the way they realise their feelings and this fic does it soo well

Through The Wall - kaiteki

soonhoon, apartment neighbors, chaptered (but short)

hnnnngggh never ever ever EVER gonna get tired of people characterising soonhoon's relationship not as an antagonistic, forever-enemies one but as one of mutual respect and muted adoration. pls a neighbours to lovers thats actually simply Adorable is hard to come by but this is sooo good

right-handed normativity - kyeomizt

meanie, canon au, oneshot

dudeeeee pls it's just sooo soft and domestic and funny and so so so them. the way they act like a couple almost instinctively, like it's coded into their dna to just love each other like that???? peak meanie things actually.

hell yeah, hyung! - orphan_account

jeongcheol, canon au, coming out, oneshot

idk jeongcheol has never been My Thing but the way that jeonghan is characterised? with his clear head and clear thoughts and you can clearly see his entire thought process as he goes through things... wow. it's really good. i also love how much time he takes to think things through and really find out what he's feeling. vv nice fic tbh, that's all :]

Rollercoaster - orphan_account

soonhoon, non-idols au, fake dating, oneshot

read the summary, screamed internally. then began reading the fic and screamed internally even more. pls the characterisation???? the pining???? the suppressed feelings and fAKE DATING?????? absolute gold i swear pls pls read this it's so cute

Found In Translation - naegahosh

verkwan, fluff, light angst, twoshot

holy shiiiiittttttt the seungkwan characterisation is ON POINT and i LOVE when people manage to get his melodrama and also his softness down and this fic has it SO GOOD. the way hansol is just so so so gentle and caring with seungkwan and it's so OBVIOUS that he's already so in love with him from the start :(((

can't sleep (without your smile) - pocketpastel

seoksoo + verkwan, snow white au, sleeping beauty au, chaptered

i love cute little fairytale-twist aus!!!! ive (kinda) written one of my own too hehe and it's always just soooo fun to do. and read as well! i love the seoksoo dynamic and also verkwan with their little one-sided rivals to lovers??? gorgeous. very very sweet.

my love only amounts to this - shiningshua

seoksoo, canon au, soulmates, oneshot

i think i said this before but i rarely read seoksoo bc honestly. their dynamic and characterisation is something that is rlly hard to get right but this is sooo soft. joshua loving it when seokmin calls him "shua hyung"? their softness? the way they were in love with each other the entire time? the epitome of the seoksoo dynamic actually.

Hit Different - thanku4urlove

verkwan, est. relationship, canon au, oneshot

bro. bro buff vernon is soooo brainrot worthy actually and honestly i just feel so blessed that there's an ENTIRE FIC centered around it. with verkwan too like????? best thing in the entire world. started giggling internally at the ending like OH MYGODHFUDHS it's soooo heart-flutteringly good.

wonwoo & his very non-imaginary boyfriend - wonderscape

meanie, established relationship, oneshot

honestly. peak meanie behaviour is wonwoo having a hot-as-fuck boyfriend and no one believing that they're actually dating until they see mingyu in person. the 96 liner dynamic is so silly and so funny to me because they're all just so annoying and goofy in their own way and i love the way it's portrayed in this fic too

[riseokau]

One-Time Offer

pairing: Verkwan seungkwan x vernon

w/c: 3k

genre: idol, fluff, romance, Slice of Life / Idolverse AU, Light Humor,

requested by: @as133p

summary: After a grueling concert, Seungkwan stumbles into the dorm like a man defeated—until Vernon offers him a massage… in exchange for a private serenade. What begins as dramatic banter turns into soft touches, sleepy ballads, and tangled limbs under a shared blanket. Somewhere between aching muscles and whispered “I love you”s, they find comfort in each other—and maybe, just maybe, a little peace.

I'd love to know your thoughts about this story knowing it's my first time writing a mxm if you have any reaquests they're open if you liked the story reblog it so other people can also enjoy it :)

The dorm door swung open with a theatrical creak that echoed down the hallway like the opening note of a grand overture. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t quiet. It was, in every sense, dramatic.

And that was exactly how Seungkwan intended it.

He stood in the doorway like a soldier returning from war—though, to be fair, the war in question was a three-hour concert followed by two hours of meet-and-greets, a triple encore, and a final group photo where he’d been told to “smile more” despite his spine feeling like it had folded into a paper crane.

His shoes barely made it past the entryway before he launched them off his feet with a groan so profound it might’ve summoned rain. One shoe bounced off the wall and landed lopsided in the corner like a defeated knight; the other rolled merrily into the living room and disappeared under the coffee table.

“I have been through hell,” he declared, arms stretched heavenward like he was offering his pain to the gods. “My shoulder blades? Pulverized. My soul? Gone. Evaporated. Turned to dust and scattered into the Seoul skyline.”

His voice rang out through the dimly lit dorm, which smelled faintly of fabric softener, takeout ramen, and the uniquely comforting scent of home. The only response to his monologue was a dull, wet scrape-scrape—the sound of plastic meeting the bottom of a yogurt cup.

Vernon, lounging on the couch with the languid grace of someone who hadn’t moved in an hour, didn’t even lift his head. His legs were propped up on the coffee table, one sock slipping off slightly. His hoodie was two sizes too big, the sleeves bunched halfway up his forearms. He gave the impression of someone who had not known stress in decades.

He finally glanced over, eyebrows raised in an unbothered arch. “You look like a penguin trying to moonwalk.”

Seungkwan froze mid-limp, turning his glare toward the couch with the fire of a thousand suns. “Excuse you?”

Vernon shrugged, spoon still in his mouth. “Just calling it like I see it.”

“How dare you insult a man in agony?” Seungkwan stomped—well, shuffled dramatically—into the living room, arms flailing slightly for balance. “I gave my entire being to the stage tonight. I hit a D5 while spinning, and smiled through a leg cramp the size of Jeju Island. I deserve respect, Vernon. Sympathy.”

“You’re getting judgment instead,” Vernon said, licking his spoon with zero remorse.

Seungkwan threw himself onto the couch cushions with a groan that could’ve curdled milk. The couch made a whumph noise as it absorbed the weight of his exhaustion. He twisted and squirmed, shifting until he found a position that didn’t make him want to cry.

Vernon raised the now-empty yogurt cup. “You want this? It’s peach.”

Seungkwan gave him a withering look. “Does peach yogurt look like it could fix my spine?”

“No, but you could use the sugar.”

“You’re impossible,” Seungkwan muttered, flipping onto his stomach and burying his face into the nearest pillow.

The dorm fell into a momentary silence, the soft buzz of the old refrigerator in the kitchenette the only sound filling the space. It was late—past 1 AM—but the city outside the windows still hummed with distant traffic and glowing neon.

Vernon tilted his head. “You sounded really good tonight, by the way.”

Seungkwan peeked up from the pillow, suspicious. “Is this a trap?”

“No trap,” Vernon said, smiling lazily. “You killed it. That ad-lib in the bridge? Unreal. Gave me chills.”

Seungkwan squinted at him. “Are you buttering me up because you want something?”

“Maybe,” Vernon said. Then he patted the empty space beside him on the couch cushion. “Come here. One-time offer.”

Seungkwan didn’t move. “Define ‘offer.’”

“I fix your back. You sing me the sad ballad I like. The one with the long falsetto at the end.”

Seungkwan recoiled like he’d been slapped. “What? That’s the catch? You want me to serenade you while you jam your fridge-strength thumbs into my shoulder blades?”

Vernon’s grin widened. “Exactly.”

“That’s extortion,” Seungkwan accused. “That’s—emotional blackmail.”

Vernon shrugged, unapologetic. “Take it or leave it.”

Seungkwan grabbed a cushion and hurled it. It smacked Vernon in the chest with a muffled thud. Vernon didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a menace,” Seungkwan huffed. “A manipulative little gremlin.”

“Say that again,” Vernon said, leaning forward, eyes twinkling, “but slower.”

Seungkwan rolled his eyes so hard it was medically concerning. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Lies,” Vernon said. “You love me too much.”

“I hate how true that is.”

Another beat of quiet passed. Seungkwan groaned into the pillow, then peeked up with a reluctant expression. “Your massages do help.”

“I know.”

“And my back does feel like it’s made of splinters.”

“Exactly.”

Seungkwan groaned again, dragging himself into a seated position like a man preparing to meet his fate. “If I do this, you better actually fix me. None of that poking and running your thumb down my spine like you’re tuning a cello.”

Vernon held up a hand. “Massage fairy’s honor.”

“Massage fairy?” Seungkwan repeated, offended. “What fairy needs blackmail to get a performance?”

“A special kind,” Vernon said smugly.

“I swear—”

“Floor,” Vernon said, patting the carpet in front of the couch again. “Come on, diva.”

Seungkwan stared at him like he was debating launching another cushion. Then, with a long, tortured sigh, he got up and shuffled to the indicated spot.

He dropped down with all the grace of a collapsing building. “I’m a broken man,” he muttered. “Be gentle. I have the bones of a grandma.”

Vernon chuckled, adjusting his seat so his legs framed Seungkwan’s sides. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see what I’m working with.”

He rested his hands on Seungkwan’s shoulders, thumbs brushing lightly along the muscle there.

Seungkwan flinched. “No sudden moves. I will sue.”

“Relax,” Vernon said, voice dropping just a little. His tone smoothed out like warm butter—calm, steady, familiar.

The first press of Vernon’s thumbs was gentle, exploratory. He worked slowly, kneading along the tension-knotted muscles with practiced care. It was clear this wasn’t his first time untangling Seungkwan’s post-performance aches.

“Wow,” Vernon muttered after a moment. “Your shoulders are made of literal bricks.”

“It’s from carrying the vocal line. And the stage. And the team’s sense of humor.”

Vernon snorted. “Sure it’s not from how tightly you clench during rehearsals?”

“It’s called being prepared,” Seungkwan snapped, but the bite was gone from his voice. He was already beginning to melt beneath Vernon’s touch.

The couch cushion shifted slightly as Vernon leaned in closer, thumbs pressing just a bit deeper, drawing small gasps and groans from Seungkwan.

It wasn’t long before Vernon began to hum.

Soft, low, and familiar.

Seungkwan stilled. He knew that tune. He could sing it in his sleep.

“You’re really gonna make me do this?” he said, lifting his head an inch.

Vernon smiled against the back of his neck. “You agreed to the terms. I am the massage fairy. I have rules.”

Seungkwan sighed, but this time, it was a quieter sound—less dramatic, more resigned.

He took a breath.

And then he began to sing.

His voice, even worn thin by hours of performance, floated gently into the dim room. It was softer than usual—more fragile, more intimate—like the song wasn’t meant for a crowd this time but just for the boy behind him, hands coaxing tension from his tired muscles. The first verse flowed like a whisper, every note tinged with that post-show rasp that made it feel even more real.

Vernon didn’t say anything. Didn’t tease. He just listened.

And massaged.

His thumbs moved in slow, steady circles along Seungkwan’s shoulder blades, drifting outward to the tight muscles of his upper back. Each motion was practiced, familiar. The warmth of his hands seeped through the thin fabric of Seungkwan’s loose shirt, a grounding pressure that made it easier to let go of the day. He used the heel of his palm along the base of Seungkwan’s neck, then shifted to knead along the spine with his fingertips. There was a rhythm to it—press, release, smooth, repeat—that matched the lilt of the song.

“You’ve got a knot the size of Busan right here,” Vernon murmured, fingers digging just slightly into Seungkwan’s left shoulder.

“That one’s from the encore spin,” Seungkwan mumbled mid-verse. “My body gave up halfway through but I kept smiling. For the fans.”

“Martyr,” Vernon said, voice fond.

“Saint,” Seungkwan corrected. “Put it on my grave. Saint Seungkwan of the Stage.”

The teasing faded as he reached the chorus, notes rising gently in the stillness. His breath hitched slightly when Vernon found another knot and worked it loose, but he sang through it—just a tiny break in the sound, almost like a sigh.

Vernon leaned forward, a little closer now, his breath brushing the nape of Seungkwan’s neck as he hummed along under his breath. Not loud enough to compete—just enough to join in. To support. His hands shifted to the tops of Seungkwan’s arms, thumbs running up the curve of his shoulders and then back down with the care of someone sculpting clay.

“Relax,” he whispered, when he felt Seungkwan tense again. “You don’t have to impress anyone right now.”

Seungkwan didn’t answer, but he did let his shoulders drop a little. His voice, somehow, grew softer still—tender and hushed. He stumbled over one line, breath catching, and paused.

Vernon’s hands never stopped moving. “You’re doing perfect,” he said.

Another breath. Then Seungkwan sang on.

The ballad unfolded like a slow unraveling, each lyric tugging another knot loose—not just in his body, but somewhere deeper. The city noise outside had faded, the world reduced to the warmth of Vernon’s hands and the pulse of his voice threading through the stillness.

Somewhere around the bridge, Vernon’s fingers slowed.

The motion lost its rhythm—became softer, lazier. Seungkwan didn’t notice at first, too caught in the emotion of the melody. But by the time he reached the falsetto, Vernon’s touch had turned to nothing more than a gentle resting of palms against his back.

Seungkwan blinked, glancing over his shoulder.

Vernon was leaning forward, eyes closed, his forehead now pressed lightly between Seungkwan’s shoulder blades. His head dipped slightly with each breath, soft and even. His hands still touched Seungkwan’s back, but they’d gone slack, no longer massaging—just there, warm and heavy.

“...Seriously?” Seungkwan whispered.

No response.

The softest snore.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips curved despite himself. “You snored through my live solo,” he muttered. “I should sue.”

Vernon didn’t move. His hair was brushing against the back of Seungkwan’s neck now, tickling slightly. The weight of him was comforting in a way that made Seungkwan’s chest ache. Somehow, even like this—half-slumped and utterly unconscious—he still felt like home.

So Seungkwan stayed where he was, spine straight, shoulders slouched forward, letting Vernon rest against him.

And he kept singing.

Softer now, the words barely more than breath. The lyrics wrapped around them both, a private melody just for this moment. His voice didn’t soar anymore—it floated. Quiet and still and sure.

He sang to the end.

And when the final note faded into silence, he didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

He just closed his eyes, let Vernon breathe against his back, and sat in the stillness that followed.

Eventually, the lamp clicked softly as it dimmed itself to sleep mode.

The night wrapped around them like a blanket.

And Seungkwan, his bones aching but his heart strangely full, leaned back just a little—enough to rest his head against Vernon’s shoulder. Vernon stirred slightly in his sleep but didn’t wake.

Seungkwan smiled.

“Stupid massage fairy,” he whispered. “Guess I really do love you too much.”

It was hard to tell when the massage had ended and the cuddling began.

At some point, Seungkwan had shifted to lean sideways, carefully guiding Vernon’s sleep-heavy body down with him. The cushions from the couch had been pulled off and rearranged into a haphazard but functional nest, and a fleece throw blanket—light gray with tiny faded stars—had been yanked from the back of the sofa and tossed over them like a finishing touch.

Now, under the soft weight of the blanket, they lay on their sides, facing each other in the lazy sprawl of people who had no immediate reason to move. The lamp in the corner cast a warm pool of light across the room, turning everything golden at the edges. The shadows were soft. The silence, softer.

Seungkwan blinked slowly, gaze fixed on the boy in front of him.

Vernon’s lashes twitched.

Then—slowly—his eyes fluttered open.

He looked around in a daze for a second, brows knitting slightly as he registered the weight of the blanket, the faint echo of a ballad still in the room, and the warmth of Seungkwan’s legs tangled with his.

“Did I fall asleep?” he croaked, voice rough with sleep.

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes. “You snored through my live solo.”

Vernon groaned, burying his face into the pillow with a muffled, “Noooo.”

“Yes,” Seungkwan confirmed, voice deadly calm. “You, Hansol Vernon Chwe, fell asleep. On me. During my emotional falsetto.”

“I was too relaxed,” Vernon whined. “That’s on you. You sang like an angel. My body shut down in self-defense.”

Seungkwan glared. But not really. “Unbelievable. The disrespect.”

“I meant it as a compliment.”

“Don’t try to weasel your way out of this with sweet words and puppy eyes—”

“You do have magic hands, though,” Vernon added, reaching forward to poke Seungkwan in the ribs. “That voice? It’s illegal to combine that with a back massage. Too powerful. I had no choice.”

Seungkwan scoffed, but the edges of his mouth twitched upward. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Vernon grinned sleepily, eyes half-lidded. “You always say that.”

“That’s because it’s always true,” Seungkwan muttered, and then—more quietly—“Also, you’re annoying.”

“I know,” Vernon said. Then, softer still: “You always kill it. Even when you don’t think you do.”

The room stilled for a moment. Seungkwan blinked slowly, lips parting like he was about to argue—instinct, maybe. He always did. But nothing came out.

Instead, he exhaled.

And nudged Vernon in the shoulder with his knuckles. “Shut up.”

Vernon smirked. “Never.”

But Seungkwan was looking at him now—really looking—eyes softer, expression suddenly stripped of all the performance and teasing. And before he could second-guess it, before his mouth could do the overthinking his brain usually demanded, he let the words fall out.

“I love you, you know?”

Vernon’s smirk didn’t fade—but it curved into something gentler. Something real. He reached out and laced their fingers together between them, thumb brushing lightly across Seungkwan’s knuckles.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

Seungkwan made a face like he was about to throw up. “Gross.”

“Admit it, you’re swooning.”

“I will physically fight you for this.”

“Or you could kiss me instead.”

Seungkwan stared at him.

Then, slowly—like gravity had finally won—he leaned in.

Their lips met in the quietest of kisses, soft and sure. There was no urgency, no grand music swelling in the background—just the hush of their breathing, the warmth of the blanket around them, and the steady thrum of two hearts in sync.

The kiss deepened slightly, but never lost its gentleness. It was familiar. Sweet. Like coming home after a long day.

Halfway through, Seungkwan cracked one eye open. He pulled back just enough to murmur, “You still taste like yogurt.”

Vernon grinned into the next kiss. “You taste like drama.”

Seungkwan laughed against his mouth, the sound muffled and bright. Vernon kissed him again—once, twice, and then again, as if he couldn’t help it. Each kiss punctuated with quiet laughter, their noses bumping clumsily between smiles.

They broke apart eventually, breath mingling in the small space between them. Vernon rested his forehead against Seungkwan’s, both of them still smiling, still so tangled in each other it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The lamp’s light flickered slightly, casting golden streaks over the curve of Seungkwan’s cheek, the slope of Vernon’s nose. Their hands remained linked, thumbs brushing idle patterns across skin.

A quiet settled between them—not awkward, not heavy. Just... still.

The kind of stillness that spoke volumes.

Seungkwan’s voice came again, softer than ever. “You scared me a little, earlier.”

Vernon blinked. “What?”

“When you stopped moving. I thought maybe you were messing with me. But then I felt your forehead on my back and—” He trailed off, shaking his head. “It was dumb. But I didn’t want to move.”

Vernon squeezed his hand gently. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know.” Seungkwan looked down at their hands, then back up. “I think I liked singing to you like that. Even if you were unconscious.”

“I heard some of it,” Vernon said. “I think. Dream-Seungkwan sang with you a little.”

Seungkwan snorted. “Bet he was pitchy.”

Vernon grinned. “A little.”

They lay there like that for a while—limbs tangled under the blanket, laughter echoing quietly into the corners of the room. The glow of the lamp made their skin look soft, golden. The dorm was still quiet, the hum of the refrigerator like a distant lullaby.

Eventually, Seungkwan sighed. Not a dramatic one this time—just soft. Content.

“We should sleep.”

“We should,” Vernon agreed, making no move to untangle himself.

Instead, he shifted closer, tucking his chin gently against Seungkwan’s shoulder. Seungkwan pulled the blanket tighter around them, their legs finding the familiar rhythm of curling close.

The silence stretched long and comfortable.

And just before sleep claimed them both, Seungkwan whispered, “You’re still a menace.”

Vernon smiled, already half-asleep. “And you still love me.”

“I really, really hate how true that is.”

Vernon’s answer was a soft kiss against his temple.

Then sleep.

And the dorm, wrapped in the last threads of their laughter and love, finally settled into peace.

THE END

[yooboointhemood]

Are they my fav ships or just Rapper-Vocalist Duos 🤨 !?

[nonvoice]

first pic by me kajsjjanz

[baenish]

Capa indisponível, leia a fanfic aqui: ✦ Caso se inspire, dê os créditos. ❤

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; jeongcheol, verkwan, minwon + other)

JEONGCHEOL

"fuckme.mp3 (a smash hit)". au, underground rapper!sc. oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

It's all thanks to Hansol, really.

"calibration". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

“…can tell he really wants you,” Hansol is saying, somewhere nearby, except for a minute it doesn’t smell like Hansol, and Seungcheol blinks, confused, until he sees who’s following Hansol into the room and stops caring about anything else.

"a thousand degrees tonight". oneshot, 3.6k. nc-17.

The novelty has yet to wear off, knowing that he can have someone as strong and sure and dependable as Seungcheol like this- unfocused, needy. Desperate for him.

"babysitting gone wrong". au, babysitter!jh. oneshot, 4k. nc-17.

In which, Jeonghan gets hired to babysit the youngest Choi for the night but ends up sitting on the meaty thick thighs of the eldest Choi sibling.

"amour". au, vampire!sc. oneshot, 7.7k. nc-17. (check out the prequels to fully enjoy this one.)

At some point, Seungcheol had found himself with a collection of all the small, intimate noises that Jeonghan had made for him tucked away in a secret part of his heart.

"praying at your altar". modern royalty!au: bodyguard!sc, prince!jh. oneshot, 8.6k. nc-17.

Above all, the prince is precious.

"stay here with me". au, psychologist!sc. 5 chapters, 31k. r. ♡♡

Eight months after his younger sister's death, Jeonghan is struggling. Barely hanging on. He's tired. Lonely. Wishing he could find one therapist that understands his niece. Then he makes an appointment with newly graduated child psychologist Choi Seungcheol.

VERKWAN

"one day we're gonna get". oneshot, 1.6k. nc-17.

“Come on! As if you don’t know I look at you!” Hansol’s eyes are wide, exasperated. His tone is teasing. His grip on Seungkwan’s arm is so tight.

He’s scared that Seungkwan doesn’t believe it, Seungkwan can tell.

"one pound of flesh". historical!au, omegaverse: omega!sk, alpha!vn. oneshot, 4.5k. nc-17.

A strange marriage, to an even stranger alpha.

"sinking/floating". omegaverse: omega!sk, omega!vn. twoshot, 12k. nc-17.

Hansol presents late. Seungkwan is right there to guide him through it.

"left where the daylight comes". regency!au, omegaverse: omega!sk, alpha!vn. twoshot, 50k. nc-17. ♡♡♡♡♡

“Our dear Seungkwan is engaged to be mated to Alpha Park by the end of the summer season!” Seungkwan’s mother says, cheerily.

The delicate porcelain cup shatters under the force of Hansol’s hand.

"easily (like do re mi)". au, teacher!sk, single parent!vn. 5 chapters, 53k. pg-13.

As a single father, Hansol tends to worry too much.

Then, comes Boo Seungkwan, a kindergarten teacher that occupies Hansol’s mind more than he knows what to do with.

MINWON

"don't mention it". omegaverse: alpha!ww, alpha!mg. oneshot, 2k. nc-17. ♡

Mingyu's preferred person to spend his rut with may not be the most evident choice.

"the trials and tribulations of being accidentally bonded". college!au, omegaverse: omega!ww, alpha!mg. oneshot, 41k. r.

Jeon Wonwoo was supposed to be a Beta. He was also supposed to hate a certain Kim Mingyu with all his might. But, then again, who says life couldn't roughly take you in the ass without preparation?

OTHER

"we". wonwoo/seokmin/mingyu. oneshot, 15k. nc-17.

“Hyung, would you ever want to have a threesome?”

"love so tender (you are my)". chanhan. omegaverse: beta!jh, omega!dn. twoshot, 16k. nc-17.

Jeonghan is good at being in the middle. Extreme emotions are not really his forte. So he is grateful to be born as a beta. Less drama, easier.

Then he meets Lee Chan.

"over and over again". seoksoon. soulmate!au. oneshot, 19k. r.

Soonyoung has the easiest time finding his soulmate - running into him in the hallway at age nine kind of speeds things along. Nothing after that, though, is anywhere near as simple.