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pairing: politian!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
warnings: smut, degradation, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving and f. receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, tummy bulge, cream pie, choking
summary: coriolanus keeps you on a tight leash but when you act out he needs to put you in your place.
a/n: this is literally the first thing i ever wrote on this account but never finished. when i take my time to actually write well😧😧😧😧 it’s so mf long sorry it just got lore (like 4000 words)
Coriolanus had chosen you. You were the one with the ring on your finger. The one with his initials around your neck. You were his.
That didn’t prevent him from being cold and distant. Locked up in his office during the and into the night occasionally. Breakfast and dinner he sat across from you with his eyes scanning the newspaper.
You weren’t his fiancée, you were his pawn. Someone for him to show off, someone to carry his heirs.
In public, he’d wrap his arm around your waist, tugging you tight to his side. You didn’t know if it was to show you were a happy couple or territorial.
Maybe he didn’t love you, or even like you. But, nonetheless, you belonged to him. The abomination it would be to his reputation to have his fiancée acting out. For you to act like a whore in public. So he kept you on a tight leash.
Most the time.
Tonight was your engagement party. He let you plan an extravagant gala, whatever you wanted he got you. You chose the theme, the music, the food. Of course, he chose the people. Running for president and such requires the right people at your events.
And tonight, you got to choose your own gown. It was black and tight, to go along with your theme. You chose black and silver, knowing you had the perfect heels.
Coriolanus doesn’t share a bedroom with you, he claims it’s inappropriate considering you two aren’t married yet. But that didn’t stop him from slipping his hand under your skirt two weeks ago. You and Coriolanus haven’t gone the full way in weeks, that was your goal for tonight.
When Coriolanus decided he wanted to fuck you, it was to release his frustrations not yours. He fucked you because he needed it. You never really came, it was your problem not his. Your fingers never helped.
He said once before that it doesn't count if he isn't making love to you, and he wasn't.
Living with him for two months, you’ve picked up a few things. You know what makes him itch, what makes him needy. You know damn well that he would’ve stand for a brat as fiancée, but you knew he wouldn’t leave you.
You just wanted his attention, for him to really need you. Not a stress fuck, not a pity kiss. You wanted him to crave you. You knew he was possessive, he never hid that side of him. You knew he was a jealous man, that one he wouldn't willingly admit. You knew exactly what strings to pull to have him trail right after you.
He had technically paid for this dress, it was tight and hugged your body in all the places you needed. Long enough to be considered modern, neckline low enough to be considered slutty. The necklace with his initial "C" hanging around your neck, just above your cleavage. You wore sheer black shawl around your arms to cover up if needed be.
You heard heavy footsteps down the hall, an assertive knock on the door to your bedroom. You tug down your neckline slightly, padding over to the door. You turned the knob, pulling open the door to see Coriolanus. His blond curls now slicked neatly, instead of a red suit he wore plain black.
Coriolanus leaned against the doorframe, his expression unreadable as he observed you getting ready. The engagement part loomed, and in his stoic demeanor, there was a hint of the complexities that lay beneath.
Catching his eye as you adjusted her gown. "Yes?" You questioned, sensing the tension in his demeanor. The one-word exchange hung in the air.
"Guests will be arriving soon, we'll need to be greeting them together." He stated matter-of-factly, his voice was cold, emotionless. He was so perfect, in the sense of his posture and the way he carried himself. His eyes bore into yours, avoiding looking at your body.
A quiet "Mhm" escaping your lips, acknowledging him.
Coriolanus eyes flickered down to the swell of your breasts over your neckline. His initial decorating your chest on a pendant. His fingers pulling at your straps, adjusting your dress.
"You have a reputation; don't taint it." He murmured, then pulling his hand away from your gown. You look up at him with furrowed brows. He bit back any more remarks before dismissing himself. The weight of those words lingered, a stern reminder to uphold the image he deemed crucial in their shared world.
You close the door as he leaves, locking it. You walk back over the the mirror, confused with your emotions. Did he even want you? You looked in the mirror, a large diamond decorating your finger, his necklace hanging from your neck.
You fix up your hair, touch up your makeup and slid on your heels. They certainly gave you a few inches, something Coriolanus secretly enjoyed. He was still taller than you, enough for you to look up at him even in heels.
Your heels clicked against the marble floors as you made your way down the stairs. Coriolanus was making sure everything was properly set up as you'd like. Your hand slid down the railing, careful to keep your balance. You looked into the large opulent room, decorated just like how you had imagined. You felt a cool hand on your waist, spinning to see Coriolanus.
"Coryo," You slightly pull away. You watched as his eyes traveling down your body, admiring you.
"Coriolanus tonight, I don't want any of those silly nicknames in front of my peers." He explains, you nodding along feeling slightly embarrassed. Knowing you were barely an exception to use his nickname.
As the first guests began to arrive, a hum of anticipation filled the air. Coriolanus was at his peak of campaigning for presidency. This was the night to socialize with colleagues, his fellow peers. To win presidency.
Your friends were here, other wives of other politicians. Tigris was invited by you, despite Coriolanus' concerns. Which you never understood and he'd never tell you why.
Coriolanus hadn't paid attention to you since the first guest arrived, chatting with other wealthy men. You sat at a table engaging in mindless banter with the other housewives. You watch Coriolanus from across the room, he smiled and nodded, laughing along with jokes you knew he didn't care for.
This was supposed to be your night, and he was viewing this as a business opportunity?
You stood up from your chair, your heels clicking as you walked across the large room in attempt to find a server with champagne. You felt an hand grasp your shoulder, you turn around expecting the face of your dear fiancé. Instead a man that you knew worked alongside him, fairly handsome but not like Coriolanus.
"Mrs. Snow?" He smiles, greeting you with a hug. You looked behind him, Coriolanus still engaging in business matters. You look back at the man, somewhat eye level.
"Not quite yet," You giggle, showing your engagement ring. You weren't going to be his wife for a few more months at least. Not until he won his votes.
"I see, he better lock you in before another man comes by to steal you. Beautiful woman you are." The man laughs, you fake a smile in return. Muttering a thank you, giggling at the things he said. You acted wine drunk knowing you'd yet to consume any alcohol. "Coriolanus is a lucky man."
"That he is," You nod, fingers rubbing at the initial around your neck. The man softly grabbed your hand, pulling it away to see the necklace that hung over your chest. His eyes slightly skimming your breasts.
"A gift I assume?" He raises a brow, letting go of the necklace. His eyes skimmed your body, eyes that you wish belonged to Coriolanus. Yet, another man was in front of you instead.
"Yes, it is." You tell the man, nodding along to whatever he spewed out of his mouth. You laughed at his jokes knowing they weren't remotely funny. He snuck in comments about your appearance and how Coriolanus isn't deserving of your beauty. You simply laughed or nodded, looking back every now or then to see if Coriolanus had noticed.
You were too busy engaging in borderline inappropriate conversations with a random man too notice the jealous eye of your fiancé. His glare burning into your skin from ten feet away.
Engaged in a brief exchange, the man and you exchanged a playful banter and subtle glances, an unexpected flirtation unfolding amidst the lively atmosphere of the engagement party.
Excusing yourself from the flirtatious encounter, you gracefully departed to fix up your makeup. The brief interlude offered a moment of solitude to gather thoughts and make subtle adjustments. You adjusted the necklace that bore his initial. Fingers traced the letter delicately.
Emerging from the bathroom, Coriolanus swiftly found you in the midst of the lively engagement party. Without a word, he decisively grabbed your wrist, his touch conveying a complex blend of urgency and emotion.
Unable to contain his rising frustration, Coriolanus discreetly pulled you away from the buzzing crowd, finding a quieter corridor outside the opulent ballroom.
"Cory-- Coriolanus, you're hurting me." You tried pulling your arm from his grip, his grip unrelenting. If any thing he grabbed your arm harder. "Please."
The tension was palpable as he confronted you, "What was that back there? Flaunting your charms with my business partners? This is not the image we need."
You met his gaze defiantly, "I was playing the game, Coriolanus. Networking is about connections, you know it as much as I do."
His grip tightened subtly, "There's a line between networking and crossing boundaries. You risk our reputation and my patience with such antics."
Their hushed argument unfolded in the dimly lit corridor, a class of personal wills against a backdrop of Capitol politics.
"Who do you think you are?" He spat, his cold gaze that bore into yours. Yours that pleaded for an ounce of his attention that you silently begged for and craved. His eyes ablaze with frustration and distain.
"What--" The retort caught you off guard, and you stammered.
"Flirting with other men, men I work with at that." His voice got louder, echoing in the halls.
Your response was immediate but defensive. "I didn--"
He cut you off sharply, "Don't talk. I have a reputation to upkeep and you walked around like a dog in heat. Look at you. Your breasts practically spilling right out of that dress, thinking I wouldn't notice? How do you expect me to marry you when all you are is a unworthy slut?"
"How else am I supposed to get your attention?" You demanded, frustration evident in your voice. "You ignore me all the time."
He scoffed, "When do I ignore you?"
"Breakfast, dinner, we sleep in separate beds." You retorted. your words laden a mix of hurt and exasperation.
Coriolanus remained indifferent, "Don't expect me to see you as anything other than a business proposition." The coldness in his tone reflected the harsh reality of being in love with Coriolanus Snow.
You scoffed, a laugh laced in your voice. "Then why are you jealous?"
Coriolanus' demeanor remained composed, but a flicker of irritation cross his face. "Jealous of what? You?"
You gestured towards yourself, the fabric of your gown catching the ambient light. "Look at you."
His response was a calculated blend of dismissal and condescension. "Your lucky I don't teach you your place."
You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at him. "My place?"
"Under me." His proximity increased, a subtle threat in his hushed tone. A pregnant paused lingered, the air charged with unsaid sentiments, before he sought clarity. You were turning on your heel back to the party. "Where are you going?"
"My party." You said with unwavering authority.
His challenge echoed, "My room, as soon as your party is over. Don't think to defy it." He asserted, the words resonating in the rich tapestry of Capitol politics. "And fix your lipstick." He added, his demand punctuating the intricacies of control and appearance in their tumultuous engagement.
You quickly ran back off into the bathroom. The soft glow of vanity lights highlighted the subtle imperfections on your face. With a deep breath, you delicately traced the edge of your lips with a tissue attempting to salvage the remnants of your carefully applied lipstick. Embarrassed enough that you had just fought with your fiancé with smeared lipstick.
As the night wore on, the opulent party unfolded in a crescendo of laughter, music and discreet conversations within the grandeur dining hall. Time seemed to stretch, each moment etching its own narrative against the backdrop of celebration. You got antsy by the second, assertive glances between you and Coriolanus throughout the rest of the night.
As the night progressed, the energy in the room began to shift. Guests gradually bid their farewells, and the once lively dance floor saw fewer couples swaying to the music. The atmosphere transformed, signaling the inevitable conclusion of the extravagant affair.
After the last guest bid their farewell, the once bustling corridors of the Capitol estate fell into a hushed stillness. In the wake of the elaborate celebration, you moved through the halls with a determined grace, your footsteps echoing in the quiet.
The dimly lit corridor leading to Coriolanus' bedroom felt like a clandestine pathway into a realm of secrecy. The rich tapestries and plush carpets absorbed the sound, adding an air of intimacy to the silence that enveloped the grand estate.
Your heartbeat quickened as you approached the closed door, the polished wood bearing silent witness to the unspoken tensions of the night.
With a hesitant hand, you reached for the doorknob, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of you skin. As the door creaked open, revealing the private sanctum of Coriolanus, the complexities of their relations in the air of the night.
"Coriolanus--" You whispered into the dim room. You listened to the patter of water against a shower floor. Light emitting from the crack from under the polished door to his private bathroom.
You stood there momentarily, a mix of nerves and yet a feel of need. The soft hum of the shower created a subtle backdrop, underscoring the clandestine nature of their relationship. You sat on the edge of his, your heels falling to the ground at the end of the bed.
As Coriolanus stepped out of the shower, the air was heavy with lingering warmth and the faint scent of soap and the cologne that had been trapped in the room just hours prior. Your lips parted as droplets of water glistened on his skin as he emerged. His gaze met yours, a silence settling between them.
Even though Coriolanus had summoned you, his demeanor remained unchanged as he emerged from the bathroom, his gaze piercing through yours. "I asked you here, didn't I?"
"I wanted to apologiz--" You said, the vulnerability in her words hanging in the air. Coriolanus' gaze, still edged with a hint of distain, bore into her.
Coriolanus' lips curled into a sneer as he delivered a cutting blow. "Apologizing won't erase the fact that you behaved like a slut at our engagement party," He spat, the harshness of his words echoing in the ornate bedroom.
"M'not a slut," Your words held a determined edge, refusal to admit the way his words made your thighs clench.
Despite the verbal exchange, a surprising surge of arousal pulsed through you. Your eyes, previously aflame with defiance, now carried a subtle glint of desire.
With a cruel glint in his eyes, Coriolanus seized the opportunity to assert dominance.
"You're nothing more than a pawn in this game, a desperate attempt at securing my status," He sneered, his words dripping with degradation. Your facade of defiance faltered, replaced by a momentary vulnerability. The plush surroundings seemed to close in as he continued, "You thought you could manipulate me with your feeble attempts at seduction? Pathetic."
As Coriolanus closed the distance, his proximity became suffocating, his presence an imposing force. His gaze bore into yours.
The air thickened with tension. In a surprising turn, Coriolanus abruptly seized you by the chin, his actions a mixture of dominance and an unexpected shift in dynamics. His lips crashed onto yours, a forceful kiss that bordered on the line between punishment and desire.
As your lips met, the kiss became a collision of conflicting desires. Coriolanus's grip on your chin tightened, asserting dominance even in this intimate act. His teeth clashing again yours, kissing you with passion and hunger.
The kiss deepened, the hunger for control and passion intertwining in a complex dance. Coriolanus's grip on your chin loosened slightly, his fingers threading into your hair as if staking a claim. His other hand going to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek. The intensity of the kiss became a ravenous exchange, each probing movement a manifestation of unspoken desires.
Breaking the kiss with a gleam in his eyes, Coriolanus's voice resonated a lingering sense of control. "You wanted my attention; you have it,"
His words hung in the air. As he spoke, Coriolanus maintained a calculating gaze, savoring the vulnerability beneath her desire for attention.
Their intimate connection, a collision of hunger and control, lingered in the room, leaving the boundaries between dominance and submission increasingly blurred. The air seemed to crackle with the unspoken, a potent mix of power and desire entwined in the complex web they wove together.
Your defiant gaze met his, and with a surprising admission, he declared, "You think I don't notice you? I'm obsessed with you."
The revelation hung in the air, a subtle shift in the power dynamics of their engagement. The lines between dominance and surrender blurred further.
"You are?" You questioned, a mix of surprise and uncertainty lacing your tone. How could he be obsessed with you? He couldn't even look at you during dinner.
As the revelation settled between them, you took a step back, your gaze wary yet intrigued. In response, Coriolanus, with a predatory confidence, closed the distance by stepping forward, his presence magnetic. "You're the one with my ring, our possession goes both ways, and don't think I don't know that."
You furrowed your brows, looking into his once cold expressionless eyes. Now filled with need and passion. Your lips parted, water droplets decorating his skin.
"What do you mean?" You asked, a mix of curiosity and confusion. Needing answers for this mind trip he was taking you on.
Coriolanus, standing his ground, met her gaze with a cryptic smile. "Our possession of each other isn't one-sided. Your ring on my finger is as much a symbol of my claim as it is yours. Don't underestimate the reciprocity in our entanglement," He explained, his words carrying a blend of assertion and intrigue.
The bedroom, now a silent witness, seemed to echo the breathing between them. A wry smile played on Coriolanus's lips as he acknowledged, "You'd have my head if I so much as looked at another woman."
The acknowledgment hung in the air, a testament to the fragile balance of power and possessiveness in their engagement.
Your response held a mix of conviction and playfulness, "I would."
The air in the room seemed to thicken with the unspoken consequences, a tacit understanding that their engagement carried a weight of possessiveness and potential retribution. Coriolanus, with a hunger fueled by possession and desire, closed the remaining distance. Your lips met in a hungry kiss, a collision of fervor and dominance.
The lines between power, obsession, and desire blurred further. His wet bare skin rubbing into the fabric of your dress. His hand at the back of your head pulling you into the kiss further. His tongue pushing past your lips, dominating the kiss.
"I feel bad," You admitted, pulling away from the kiss.
"Then apologize," Coriolanus responded, his tone demanding. His jaw was clenched, staring back down into your eyes. He tilted your head up to looking down at you, his obsession and possessiveness bleeding from his stare.
His lips parted as you kneeled down in front of him. A pool of arousal coating your panties. Staring back up at him as your delicately pull off the towel around his waist. You awed at the way his hardness slapped against his stomach.
"Go on, apologize." He ordered, voice laced with need. You felt his gaze burning against you as you nodded. You slowly traced his cock with your finger, a breathy moan leaving his soft lips. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking him.
His jealousy and possession relieving his body, you were the one on your knees for him. No other man could take that from him.
He tilted his head back as your hot tongue slid across the tip of his cock. Experimentally licking off the precum before running it under the tip. Your hand still stroking his length, looking up at him for a reaction. The way his lips parted encouraging you to run your tongue along his length, "More."
You took his length into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you took his cock deeper into your mouth. You slid your free hand under your dress, between your legs.
Coriolanus' voice laced with mockery. "Not a slut, huh? Look at your taking my cock in your mouth."
He thrusted his hips, cock bullying the back of your throat. You gagged as he slammed into the back of his throat. Saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth.
"Mouth so full you can't even speak." He mocked, pulling the hair out of your face. A sense of accomplishment bubbling in him as he watched your eyes roll back, bubbles of spit spilling down your chin. "I think I like you better this way."
Your nails scratched at his thighs, taking the cock that he pounded into your throat. Tears staining your cheeks, his thumbing coming to wipe them away. Smearing them down your flushed cheeks.
"Fuck-- That's it." A moan rippling from his throat, echoing into the room. His hand pushed your face flush against his pelvic bone.
The way your hot tongue slid under the protruding vein under his cock making him gasp. His cock slid in and out of your warm mouth with ease, abusing your throat.
He bit back his moans, narrowing his eyes down at your. Your eyes were clenched shut avoiding his gaze. His fingers threaded into your hair, tugging you off his cock.
"Get on the bed." He ordered, an ache in his voice. You gasped for air, voice raspy from the abuse. You nodded, climbing your way onto the bed. His hands pinned you onto the mattress, tugging at the straps of your dress. "Take off this fucking dress."
His demand made your thighs clench, an ache between your legs you needed him to cure. You helped pull down the straps, his large hands tugging the dress off your body. Your breasts spilled from the dress, bouncing as he freed them.
Coriolanus' breath hitches, his eyes glued to the sight of your bare body. His fingers run lightly over your nipples before cupping one in his palm. He leans down to capture your nipple between his teeth. His free slowly sliding you panties down your legs revealing your slick cunt.
"This all for me?" He teases, looking up at you from your breasts. His fingers sliding through your wet folds. You nodded, chest rising and falling in desperation and anticipation.
"Yes-- yes, all yours." You nodded eagerly, silently begging for him to touch you where you needed it. He leaned down, pressing wet kissed into your collarbone, teeth graving the pendent that hung from your neck. His thumb sliding to your clit, gasping slightly at the sensation.
He looked up at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. His thumb rubbing your clit in frustratingly slow circles. "Look at you, wet enough for me to take you now."
"Please--"
He cut you off immediately, "No, I'm taking my time with you."
You gasp as his middle finger slipped in. A soft moan leaving your lips as he slowly slid his finger out and back in. You rolled your hips, begging for more. His fingers curling to brush your g-spot.
"Oh god--" Coriolanus cuts you off with a searing kiss, hungry and passionate. Kissing you with his whole body, tongue sliding against yours.
He slipped another finger inside your drooling entrance, his palm rubbing against his clit. The sound of your lips colliding and fingers invading your slick filling the room. He kissed along your jaw, down your neck. His lips dragging down your body, slowly dragging closer to where you needed him most.
Your eyes widen, watching him crawl between yours legs. His tongue replacing his fingers. "Coriolanus--"
He moaned into your gushing cunt, sliding his cunt along your drooling entrance. His lips wrapped around your clit, teeth crazing it. He pulled your thighs apart were his strong arms as you writhed under his body.
"Ohh-- Coryo." His mouth sucking and exploring your slick folds as you whined out for him. Your body writhing under his firm grip. Tongue exploring your wet cunt. "I'm gonna cum-- please."
He pulled from in between your thighs, his fingers pushing back inside you again. Your slick covered his mouth, reflecting in the light. "Cum for me."
His fingers curl inside you, thrusting back inside you with force. Your voice cracks as you moan his name, hips struggling against his grip as you reach your peak. Your cum coating his long thick fingers. His fingers pull you through your orgasm, your voice begging him to wait.
Coriolanus' mouth is relentless, his tongue flicking and lapping at your clit as his fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. You gasp, your body trembling with the force of the pleasure building within you again.
Your fingers thread in his hair, attempting to pull him off of your aching cunt. His mouth closes over your sensitive nub once more as his fingers begin to move faster inside of you. His hand gripping your thigh as he takes what he wants.
His fingers curl into a 'C' shape, begging you to cum around them just once more time. You writhe under him in overstimulation, hips trying to drag themselves away from him.
You cry out as your juices coat his fingers once again, tears streaming down your cheeks in overstimulation but Coriolanus didn't care.
"N-need your cock..." You breathe out as he pulls himself from between your thighs. You push his hair out of his face, your slick coating the bottom half of his face. His lips were swollen and wet, breathing heavy as he crawled back up your body.
His cock presses against your entrance as Coriolanus leans back down to brush his lips against yours. His lips interlocking with yours, juices smearing against your lips. His tongue intrudes your mouth, your taste invading your mouth. You moan into the kiss, nails digging into his shoulders.
“I want you.”
“You have me.” Coriolanus mumbled against your lips, teeth grazing your jaw line. He pulled your thighs around his waist, cock pressing against your entrance. “You gonna take me?”
You nodded, eagerly.
He pressed his lips against yours to swallow any of your moans as his tip stretched past your entrance. Your nails clawing at his skin, trying your hardest to adjust to the stretch.
Inch by inch, his power took over you. He possessed your body and soul. His cock breached the sacred part of you that only he had access to.
Your nails left crescent shaped indents into his soft pale skin, earning a groan from in return. The stretch burned, no matter how aggressively he had taken you before, the stretch was always there.
“Coriolanus—“ You gasp as he bottoms out, trying to move your hips for friction.
“You can say it, it’s just us.” He mumbles into your flushed skin, his hands digging into your hips. His breathing was heavy and sharp, begging for you to ask him to move.
You were quick to correct yourself, “Coryo.”
You felt a weird sense of care, him nuzzling into your neck, patiently waiting. Coriolanus was an aggressive, impatient, frustrated man. He pulled away from your neck, he pinned you with his gaze. Looking down at you with vulnerability and need.
You whisper, barely loud enough. “Coryo, move please.”
You felt him pull out slightly, pushing back in, a moan escaping your lips. He felt himself falter, a gentleness slipping through. In response he thrusted back in harder, punishing.
His hands pushing your knees to your chest, bending you in half. Your eyes rolled back at the new position, his cock reaching deeper inside of you. You looked down to watch as his cock slid in and out of you, slamming back in with force.
“Too—“ You moan, unable to get your words out. You close your eyes, hearing a laugh above you.
“Too much?” He questioned, you nod in response. In return he speeds up his thrusts, bullying your insides. “Better?”
You gasp, moaning out incoherent sentences. Your nails scratch deep red marks into his snow white skin. Decorating his usual pure appearance.
His voice demanding as he seizes your chin, tilting you to look into his eyes. “Look at me.”
Your jaw falls open, silent moans all that comes out. The loud slapping of skin filling the opulent room. Your body engulfed in his plush bedding.
“Look away and I stop.”
Your eyes widen, wrapping your legs around his torso. Pleas leaving your kiss-swollen lips.
“D-don’t— Coryo, don’t stop.” You beg, your cunt practically sucking him back in. You scratch at his skin, pulling him closer to you. The wire inside you slowly pulling tighter.
“Then look me in the eyes while I fuck you.” He orders, his cock bullying your inside. You nod, mouth open to let out your needy moans.
His hand wrapped around throat, slightly adding enough pressure to make your cunt squeeze around him. A groan leaving his lips as you arch your back, cunt squeezing him tight.
“You like that?” He whispers, pressing harder against your throat. The way his long fingers squeezed around your neck, your mouth opening to let out a sultry moan. “Such a slut you’d let me choke you.”
”For you,” You squeaked out, a moan following just after. He panted, holding back his own moans not willing to submit. His hand slowly releasing you, in return you gasp for air. He pushes your legs further into your chest, finger tips bruising your skin.
He disobeyed his own demand, closing his eyes breaking your eye contact. His thrusts were unfaltering, balls slapping against your ass.
A low moan escaping his parted lips, squeezing your legs trying to hold back his own pleasure. He lets go, hand travelling down to your clit. His thumb rubbed your sensitive nub causing you to cry out his name.
His other hand pushed down on the bulge that protruded from your stomach. You gasp in return, a throaty moan following just after it. You cry out as you cum around his relentless cock unannounced, something you were sure he’d punish you for later.
He squinted, stilling rubbing your clit as he continuously fucked you through your orgasm. Your body writhed under his as your sensitivity increased.
“You want my cum?” He asked, fucking into you deeper than before. You opened your mouth but no words came out, only your moans. “What? Have I fucked you silent?”
You nodded, taking his cock further. Your back arched off the bed, sweaty chest pressing into his. His hands travelled up to your nipples, pinching them in between his fingers.
“Look at you, all cock drunk practically begging for more.” He taunts, ignoring his own impending orgasm. He wanted you claimed, full of his seed.
Your cunt clenched around him, relishing in the deep moan he let out in response. An unexpected whimper following at he tried to hide with a groan.
His hot breath fanned against your neck, hiding his face as the wire inside of him snapped. His seed filling your needy cunt. He panted into your neck, still grinding his cock against you.
“Coryo—“ Your voice was raspy, he hummed against your skin. His hands rubbed your sweat coated skin, soothing you from your overwhelming sensitivity.
“Yes?”
“Do you love me?”
"Why do you think I stay away from you, ignore you?" Coriolanus questioned, his words carrying a weight of contemplation.
Your response carried a mixture of frustration and vulnerability, "I don't know, Coriolanus. You keep me at arm's length, and I can't decipher whether it's indifference, strategy, or something else entirely."
You were still short of breath, legs wrapped around his torso keeping him skin to skin with yours.
Coriolanus, breaking the tense silence, confessed, "I'm obsessed with you."
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ᡴꪫ ⋆ GAME CATERERS X SVT ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── episode 1-3.
Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN
synopsis: Episode 1-3! The games begin and the infamous character quiz is up first. With numerous delicious Korean delicacies on the line, SEVENTEEN tries their hardest to eat at least one of the dishes.
╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST
╰౨ৎ fan reactions ╰౨ৎ game caterers masterlist
[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩
bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩
The next part of the show was about to begin, and the members were called back on set, ready to dive into the games segment. The familiar space where they had filmed the intro and interviews now had a slightly different setup. Instead of the two rows of chairs they had before, the chairs were now arranged in a straight line, creating a new dynamic. Behind the chairs were several posters displaying some of their most famous quotes from ‘Going Seventeen’, adding a playful touch to the atmosphere.
[SEVENTEEN's getting ready]
The members slowly streamed into the set, choosing their seats and exchanging light banter as they did. Mingyu and Woozi were the first to sit down, speaking to PD Na about the seating arrangements. Seungkwan was busy taking pictures of the posters at the back before he later sat down next to Mingyu. The room buzzed with anticipation as they all settled in.
[SEVENTEEN swarms in]
Luna and Minghao were among the last to enter, walking slowly as they engaged in a quiet conversation.
"I’ve been taking Chinese lessons recently," Luna said, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "I’ve always loved learning new languages, and since I’m almost fluent in Japanese, I thought I’d give Chinese a try."
Minghao smiled, nodding in approval. "That’s great. Chinese is a beautiful language. How are you finding it so far?"
"It’s challenging, but I’m enjoying it," Luna replied. "The tones are tricky. I think it's more difficult than Japanese."
As they continued talking, they reached the line of chairs where the other members were already seated. Minghao took a seat on the far left, next to Dokyeom, while Luna remained standing in front of him, still engrossed in their conversation.
Jeonghan, who had taken a seat next to Dokyeom, watched Luna patiently. He placed his hand on the empty seat beside him, silently signaling for her to sit. After a few seconds, he reached out and gently grabbed her hand, pulling her attention away from Minghao.
"Nana-ya," Jeonghan crooned softly, using his nickname for her.
Luna turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. Without protest, she allowed Jeonghan to guide her to the seat beside him, nestled between him and Dino.
[During the short break, they start chattering]
The room buzzed with chatter as the members broke off into small groups, waiting for the games to begin. The atmosphere resembled a lively classroom during recess, with overlapping conversations creating a symphony of voices that filled the space. Each group was engaged in their own world, sharing jokes, stories, and laughter that blended into the overall din of excitement.
Luna and Jeonghan, sitting close together, had their own quiet conversation amidst the noise. Luna, who had been nervously fidgeting with the rings on her fingers, caught Jeonghan's attention. He noticed the way she absentmindedly twisted the rings, a habit he had come to recognize over the years. It was something she did when she was feeling anxious.
Without a word, Jeonghan reached over and covered her hands with his, the warmth of his touch instantly calming her. His fingers gently caressed the back of her hand, grounding her in the present moment.
"Did you get your nails done?" Jeonghan asked, his tone light and casual, steering the conversation to something simple and familiar.
Luna looked down at her hands, a small smile forming on her lips as she nodded. "Yeah, I got them done yesterday. Do you like them?" She wiggled her fingers, showcasing the intricate designs painted on her nails.
Jeonghan lifted her hand slightly, examining her nails with a playful curiosity, his touch light as he traced the patterns. "They’re really pretty. You always choose the coolest designs,"
Luna chuckled softly, her nerves slowly melting away as they continued to talk. "I went for something a bit different this time, more muted tones."
Jeonghan traced the edge of one of her nails with his finger, still holding her hand in his. "It suits you. They look pretty."
His touch was gentle, almost absentminded as he played with her fingers, turning them over in his hand. Luna watched him, a sense of calm washing over her as he continued to distract her from her earlier nerves.
"It's therapeutic," Luna chuckled. "Getting your nails done."
Jeonghan hummed in agreement, still playing with her fingers. "Maybe you should paint my nails sometime," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Luna perked up at the suggestion, her smile widening. "I would love to! I could do something simple, or we could go all out and try something bold. I have nail stickers at home. What do you think?"
Jeonghan pretended to think about it, a playful expression on his face. "Hmm, I don’t know… I’m not sure I could pull it off as well as you do, but who knows? Maybe I’ll give it a shot."
Luna giggled, knowing he was playing hard to get but also knowing he wouldn’t say no. "Come on, you know you’d look great. How about this: when we get home later, I’ll paint your nails. Deal?"
Jeonghan finally relented, a soft laugh escaping him as he nodded. "Alright. Alright."
Jeonghan, still holding Luna's hand, turned his attention to Dino, who was seated on her other side. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned over Luna and lightly smacked Dino’s leg.
"How have you been?" Dino asked, looking at Jeonghan with a friendly smile.
"I asked you to go to the sauna with me twice, but you never went," Jeonghan replied, feigning a pout.
"You only asked me once," Dino countered, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion.
Jeonghan shook his head, smiling slyly. "I can’t be direct. If I say, 'I’m going to the sauna,' that’s me asking you."
Luna couldn’t help but chuckle at that, finding Jeonghan’s indirect way of inviting Dino endearing. Dino, on the other hand, widened his eyes in realization. "Ahh, okay. Sorry."
From Jeonghan’s other side, Dokyeom joined the conversation with a curious expression. "How come you say it directly to me?"
Jeonghan turned to him, his grin widening. "I need someone to talk to directly. Then other people will be like, 'Can I join you?'"
Dokyeom laughed, catching on to Jeonghan’s playful banter. "Are you saying you took advantage of me?"
"He did," Luna muttered with a smirk, making Dokyeom laugh even more.
"Exactly," Jeonghan admitted with a shrug, his nonchalant response earning a round of laughter. "I know you’re going to send me a long text now."
Once Dokyeom stopped laughing, he smiled warmly at Jeonghan. "Let’s go to the sauna together."
"You can go now?" Jeonghan asked, tilting his head slightly. "I was going to go yesterday," he said, his tone light, "but then you called me."
"If I went yesterday, I might have died," he added dramatically, making Luna stifle a laugh.
[He filmed ‘My Alcohol Diary’ yesterday]
"Why didn’t you ask me to join?" Luna chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at Jeonghan and Dokyeom.
Jeonghan and Dokyeom exchanged glances before Jeonghan asked, "You want to?"
Before Luna could reply, Dokyeom, with a teasing pout, quickly linked his arm through Jeonghan’s and pulled him closer. "No, no, no," Dokyeom said, mockingly possessive. "You two are always together. Jeonghan is mine now."
Jeonghan burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned into Dokyeom’s playful embrace. Luna looked at them in mock bewilderment before shaking her head with a chuckle. "Alright, I won’t third-wheel your date," she said, her voice filled with playful resignation.
Jeonghan glanced at her with a grin, still laughing at Dokyeom’s antics, while Luna’s heart warmed at the sight of their close bond.
As the group continued chatting among themselves, their conversations overlapping into a lively cacophony, PD Na and the writers observed the scene, slightly bewildered by the sheer energy of the room. The room buzzed like a classroom during recess, with every member engaged in their own small group discussions. The writers, poised and ready to start the next segment, hesitated for a moment, unsure how to gain control over the spirited group.
[This is how they look as a whole]
"Who do we talk to in this case?" one of the writers asked PD Na, glancing at the scene.
"Someone in the center," PD Na suggested, his eyes scanning the group for the best target.
One of the writers looked up and, to her surprise, saw Joshua sitting in the middle of the group. "It’s a new person," she remarked, her voice drawing the attention of the band and, most notably, Joshua, who looked back at her with wide, confused eyes.
[Surprised Bambi]
"Hoshi moved here because it was too much," Wonwoo explained from his seat, offering context with a slight grin.
"That’s why you switched?" Joshua asked, turning to Hoshi, who nodded in response.
"I don’t mind when I’m dancing, but this is too much pressure," Hoshi admitted, a sheepish smile spreading across his face.
[Moved 2 seats]
"We have Joshua in the center. Center Jo," PD Na announced, making Joshua chuckle at the unexpected title.
With the attention now on him, Mingyu leaned forward and added with a grin, "Joshua, hit the slate."
[The center's role on a variety show]
[Hit the slate]
Joshua, still laughing, opened his arms in front of him as if mimicking a movie slate. "I’ll hit the slate… 1… 2… 3," he said, clapping his hands together to signal the beginning of the game portion.
As the group settled into their seats, the chatter gradually died down, and all eyes turned to PD Na, who was ready to kick off the next part of the show. "It's time for the first game," PD Na announced with a smile.
The members responded with enthusiastic clapping and cheers, the room once again buzzing with excitement.
[Shouting like high school students]
"I love games," Minghao said, his eyes bright with anticipation.
PD Na continued, "There’s nothing much to it. We play a game over food, over something else. Play a game over money. And then it’s over."
"I’d love to play over money," Jeonghan deadpanned, a small smile tugging at his lips, making a few of the members laugh at his unexpected 'enthusiasm.'
[He's never looked so enthusiastic]
"Right?" Luna chimed in, smiling at Jeonghan.
The playful banter settled as PD Na explained the stakes. "Today, you’ll be playing for your food."
[For this game] [it's not over money, but food]
The members’ excitement only grew at the mention of food. "I'm hungry," Hoshi said, leaning forward eagerly.
"Let’s eat," Minghao agreed, nodding.
"I don’t think we will be able to," Luna said, chuckling at the impending challenge.
[Food matters more than money in our universe]
"You need to eat," PD Na insisted with a grin. "Let’s play a game over food."
Jeonghan, ever the strategist, asked, "What’s the menu?"
"I’ll show you," PD Na teased, building up the anticipation.
"Is it coming in here?" S.Coups asked, already craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the food, his hands moving in a little dance of excitement. "Oh, there it is."
"It’s crazy," Jeonghan said, eyes widening as a table was wheeled in, laden with containers filled with various dishes.
"What do I do? I’m hungry," Luna exclaimed, her eyes glued to the food.
"That’s the old-school container," S.Coups noted, recognizing the style of the containers as they were placed in front of them.
[Passing by]
"LA galbi?" Vernon asked, spotting one of his favorites.
"There are grilled yellow corvinas?" Luna pointed out, her voice tinged with surprise and delight.
"Grilled yellow corvinas?" Vernon said again, gasping.
[Gasping]
As the containers were opened, the room filled with a chorus of excited comments and exclamations as they recognized different dishes. The spread was reminiscent of a school cafeteria, the familiar scents bringing back memories.
[Exclaiming]
"It reminds me of the school cafeteria. I love it," Jeonghan said a nostalgic smile on their face.
"Please don’t remove one every time," Seungkwan pleaded, knowing all too well how these games worked, anticipating the challenge that lay ahead.
[The dishes to be removed are here]
The air was thick with anticipation and hunger as the group prepared to dive into the game, their competitiveness heightened by the delicious food that awaited them.
As the room settled after the initial excitement, PD Na stepped forward, announcing with a grin, "It's the retreat course for lunch." The members erupted into cheers and applause, at the mention of lunch.
[Retreat course: 14 side dishes]
"When you go on a retreat at school, you get these dishes for lunch. S.Coups, can you introduce them?" PD Na prompted, turning to the leader.
S.Coups stood up, ready to take on the role of the food guide. He pointed at each dish as he named them, "Tomato salad, yogurt, stir-fried spicy pork, LA galbi, kimchi, grilled yellow corvinas, acorn jelly, rolled omelet, mini pork cutlets, sausages, japchae, seasoned bean sprouts." His voice was clear and confident, but there was a playful pride in his tone as if he were presenting treasures.
[There's got to be one you'd like]
"It's perfect," Jun commented, his eyes wide with admiration at the spread before them.
"That's crazy," Joshua added, echoing the awe felt by the group.
PD Na smiled, seeing the members’ appreciation. "I'm sure everyone likes different food. There are fourteen people here," he observed.
"Kimchi is my favorite," Hoshi chimed in enthusiastically, earning nods from the others. "Kimchi is a must. Wherever I go, I try kimchi first and decide whether the place is good or not. That’s how much I love kimchi."
Nods of agreement followed his statement, with some members murmuring their own love for the staple Korean dish.
"Woozi, is there anything you don't like here?" PD Na asked, curious to see if there was a dish that might not suit the tastes of the meticulous producer.
Woozi, ever thoughtful, scanned the table before replying, "Something I don't like? That would be… nothing in particular. I'm not picky."
Seungkwan, ever the observant one, couldn’t help but comment, "Your eyes are focused on the tomato salad," causing a round of laughter to ripple through the group.
Woozi immediately defended himself, "Why eat that of all other dishes?" His mock indignation only made the others laugh harder.
[Wise]
Hoshi, always quick to chime in, pointed at Wonwoo, "Wonwoo can't have seafood."
"I can't eat yellow corvinas," Wonwoo confirmed, his voice even and unbothered, though his gaze lingered on the dish.
Jeonghan, lightly patted Luna’s leg, drawing attention to her. "Jiyeonie loves seafood," he said with a knowing smile.
Luna nodded in agreement, a wide grin on her face. "I love seafood," she echoed, her eyes brightening at the mention of one of her favorite types of cuisine.
"And yellow corvinas are DK's favorite," Jeonghan added, gesturing to the member seated next to him.
"I love yellow corvinas," Dokyeom confirmed with a nod, his voice carrying a hint of excitement at the prospect of enjoying the dish.
As the conversation naturally flowed, PD Na took the opportunity to ask a question that delved deeper into their group dynamics. "If a conflict occurs in the band, how do you resolve it?" he asked, his tone both curious and serious.
Wonwoo was the first to respond, his voice steady and assured. "We go by the majority," he said, earning a confirming nod from S.Coups, the leader of the group.
[They follow the majority]
"If anyone can't eat something, then we take it into consideration," Vernon added, his explanation highlighting their thoughtfulness as a group.
PD Na, intrigued, continued to probe. "Do you always go by majority?"
Seungkwan, always quick-witted, replied with a slight grin, "No, we still listen to the minority."
"We only listen," S.Coups added with a knowing smile, causing a ripple of laughter among the members.
Luna, finding the situation amusing, chuckled before chiming in, "It's funny because it's true."
Jun nodded, adding his own lighthearted commentary, "We only listen. We don’t do it."
"Listen and go with the majority," Dokyeom added with a chuckle, his tone playful.
"They have to endure it," Seungkwan said, his voice teasing but with a hint of truth.
"But if they can persuade us…" Joshua began, his thought hanging in the air.
"…We might change," Hoshi finished, completing Joshua’s sentence with a knowing look.
[If minority is still persuasive, they'd do it]
[That's direct democracy]
Seungkwan, taking the conversation in a slightly different direction, remarked, "If the whole group gets to go on a show like ‘The Game Caterers’, everyone must agree."
"Even if one person says no, we can't do it," Jeonghan added, his tone serious yet relaxed.
Seungkwan then pointed out, "All fourteen of us agreed to go to ‘The Game Caterers’, which is why we're all here." His words carried a sense of pride, a reflection of their collective decision-making process.
[Fortunately, they all approved]
PD Na and the writers, appreciating the sentiment, bowed their heads slightly in gratitude. "Thank you," they said, their voices sincere.
"So let us eat," Seungkwan added with a grin, breaking the moment of seriousness and earning laughter from the group.
[That was from the bottom of his heart]
PD Na, sensing the anticipation in the room, addressed the members with a wry smile. "I'll give you rice and soup," he said, his tone slightly playful. "Normally, I don't. But in case CARATs get mad at me, I'll give you rice and soup."
[We prepared luxurious beef radish soup]
A wave of grateful murmurs and nods spread through the group, with a few members visibly relieved at the news. "Thank you," several of them echoed, their appreciation genuine.
"But," PD Na continued, his voice taking on a more serious edge, "the rest of the dishes depend on how well you do in the game."
[That's right]
The tension in the room shifted, excitement mingling with a hint of nervousness as the stakes were laid out. Everyone knew that this wouldn't be easy; their ability to enjoy the meal in front of them depended entirely on their performance.
"The first game is a revenge match," PD Na announced, pausing to let the words sink in. "The Character Quiz."
At the mention of the game, a collective sound of acknowledgment filled the room, a chorus of "Ooohhs" and nods of understanding. This wasn’t just any game— it was a rematch of the quiz they had played during the ‘HYBE’ Special, a challenge that had left several of them hungry and slightly humiliated.
"Okay," Minghao said, his expression serious yet excited.
Seungkwan, Jun, Hoshi, Mingyu, Minghao, Joshua, and Dino exchanged knowing looks, scoffing out laughs tinged with the bitterness of past defeat.
[Their hearts ache already]
PD Na, ever the observant host, pointed out with a grin, "I just noticed. There are seven people here who played the Character Quiz before." His eyes swept across the room, landing on Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino, Hoshi, Jun, The8, and Joshua.
[The seven who lost]
"Why don't you give advice to the people who haven't played before?" PD Na suggested, inviting the veterans to share their wisdom.
"Give us advice," Woozi chimed in, leaning forward slightly, genuinely curious.
[But they don't have much to say]
But before any of the seven could respond, Luna deadpanned, "Didn't they lose?" Her tone was dry, the subtle jab laced with humor. The room erupted into laughter, with Joshua especially amused by her quick wit, and S.Coups nodding in agreement.
"They didn't get anything. They got everything wrong," S.Coups added, his voice dripping with mock disappointment, his smile betraying his amusement.
Jun shrugged, not willing to argue against the truth. "We don’t exactly have the experience," he admitted, eliciting another round of chuckles.
Dino, always quick on his feet, gestured with a sly grin. "Just remember. My eyes are watching front, but my ears are listening to the people next to me." His hands moved to his ears, making his intentions clear— he was ready to cheat.
"Right," Jeonghan agreed without missing a beat, the room responding with laughter at the unsurprising agreement by the notorious game cheater.
Wonwoo chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
"If you're going to swindle, do it quietly," Mingyu scolded, a playful edge to his voice as he pointed at Dino.
"That’s what you call cheating," PD Na interjected, though his tone held no real reprimand— he was simply amused by the group’s antics.
"They were asking me for advice," Dino defended himself, feigning innocence.
"Cut us some slack," Jeonghan chimed in, his voice carrying a touch of mock sincerity. The room erupted again when one of the producers, caught off guard, exclaimed, "What?" Her high-pitched voice slicing through the laughter.
[We were surprised]
Jeonghan, still laughing, clutched Luna's thigh for support, his amusement clear in the way his shoulders shook.
"He's being serious," Luna informed the producers and writers, her own smile betraying her amusement.
"He's shameless," Seungkwan added, pointing at Jeonghan, his voice filled with playful exasperation.
[Yoon the surprise: He'll surprise Producer Na a lot today]
"Nice," S.Coups clapped his hands, laughing as he pointed at Jeonghan, who was still recovering from his bout of laughter.
"This is really fun," Mingyu commented as he fixed his jacket.
S.Coups turned to PD Na with a puzzled expression. "Is this going to be one way?" he asked, using hand gestures to illustrate his question. Suddenly, his eyes widened with realization. "Both ways?" he added, his tone tinged with incredulity.
PD Na, ever the master of mind games, smirked. "When it comes to the Character Quiz, going one way is a servile choice. That's not who you are, right?"
"He’s brainwashing us," Mingyu quipped, making PD Na laugh along with the others.
[Busted]
Mingyu quickly followed up with a more serious tone, trying to calculate the logistics of the game. "A band of seven people going both ways is us going one way. If we go back and forth, that’s twenty-seven."
"It’s twenty-eight," Jun corrected, his brows furrowed in thought.
"Isn’t it twenty-seven? One person plays once and the rest play twice," Mingyu insisted, explaining his logic.
"You’re right," Hoshi confirmed, nodding in agreement.
"Mingyu is smart," Seungkwan commented, adding to the consensus.
"Give him applause," Hoshi said, prompting the members to clap for Mingyu without hesitation.
[We thought it was over]
The debate, however, wasn’t over. "No, it’s twenty-eight," S.Coups nudged Mingyu, determined to get to the bottom of it. "I have to play twice," he reasoned, starting to count the members aloud along with Seungkwan.
"We go all the way there and come back," Mingyu insisted, using hand gestures to further illustrate his point.
Luna, clearly growing exasperated with the pointless argument, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Why does it matter? We won’t be able to eat anyway. Let’s just do it," she said, her tone laced with mock resignation. Her comment earned a hearty laugh from PD Na, who seemed to appreciate her pragmatic approach.
[Bunny is over it]
Jeonghan, amused by Luna’s ‘over-it’ expression, chuckled softly. He reached out, his knuckles gently brushing against her cheek in a comforting gesture before placing his hand back down on his lap.
"Let’s just do it," Seungkwan echoed, mimicking an expression of exhaustion that perfectly captured the group's collective sentiment.
Minghao, ever the calm voice of reason, chimed in with a simple, "We just have to do it."
"Right, as long as we do well," Seungkwan agreed, nodding in determination.
[You have to get used to it. This band loves chattering]
PD Na, sensing an opportunity to rally the group, leaned into his usual dramatic flair. "When there were a lot of people, there were seven. The maximum number I tried was eight. But if fourteen people succeed, then in the history of variety shows…" He trailed off, letting the implication of their potential legendary status hang in the air.
[Producer Na is scamming them]
The members caught between skepticism and amusement, nodded along, some chuckling at PD Na's clear attempt to hype them up.
"It’ll be legend," Dokyeom chimed in, playing along with a playful grin.
"Let’s try," S.Coups encouraged, the leader’s competitive spirit shining through.
"It’ll leave a mark in the history of variety shows," PD Na continued, his voice full of mock seriousness, earning more laughter from the group.
[Be history]
As PD Na kept going on about how legendary their success would be, the members couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
[If you succeed, we'll have you fixed on the main page of ‘Channel Fullmoon’]
[The future variety shows will remember you]
"He’s good at fabricating it," Woozi commented dryly, a small smirk on his face.
"He can persuade us," Joshua agreed, clearly enjoying the banter.
"He’s good at it," Dokyeom nodded, his tone filled with reluctant admiration.
PD Na pointed toward the direction of the order, setting the stage for the challenge. “Start with S.Coups, all the way to Jun, and then come back,” he instructed, his voice filled with a mix of authority and anticipation.
Mingyu, ever the strategist, leaned forward with a glint in his eye, pointing directly at Jun. “Shall we start with Jun first?” he suggested his tone light but his mind clearly working through potential advantages.
S.Coups shook his head, already dismissing the idea. “No, he plays only once,” he clarified, his gaze sweeping over the group as he asserted his position.
“That might be better,” Dokyeom said, jumping in with a thoughtful expression.
But Jeonghan had other ideas, gesturing toward their side with a casual wave of his hand. “Isn’t it better to pass here first?” he argued, his voice smooth and persuasive.
Minghao, ever the observant one, smiled as he offered his analysis. “Because the first question tends to be the easiest,” he said, his tone light yet insightful, earning a round of laughter from PD Na and the crew.
[They analyzed his question style]
“Good job,” Luna praised, her smile soft as she looked at Minghao, clearly appreciating his attention to detail, and perhaps finding him a bit adorable.
S.Coups, however, wasn’t entirely convinced, his face a mix of resignation and resolve as he stood up. “I have a feeling it’ll never reach me,” he argued, his eyes scanning the group for support.
“It really won’t,” Luna replied without even looking up, her attention seemingly more focused on her nails than the impending game.
[Has no faith at all]
“If we get it wrong, it’ll never get there,” Minghao agreed, nodding along with Luna, his voice calm yet certain.
[It's something they must overcome]
“Let’s try first,” S.Coups insisted, his determination clear as he tried to rally the group.
“Let’s give it a try,” Jun added, his voice steady, ready to dive in.
“If we get it, it’s great. If not, just eat rice and soup,” Minghao offered, his tone practical and reassuring as he addressed S.Coups.
S.Coups pouted, his desire for more than just the basics evident. “I want yellow corvinas,” he said, his voice soft with longing.
Minghao, ever the considerate friend, responded quickly, “I’ll buy them for you,” his tone was kind and supportive.
“Let’s play first,” S.Coups reiterated, trying to keep everyone focused on the task at hand.
But before they could start, Seungkwan raised his hand, his expression serious as he said, “Wait. Let me tell you something. Don’t get it wrong on purpose to be funny.”
The group immediately chorused back, their voices overlapping in playful accusation, “That’s you,” or “No one does that except you.”
“Sorry,” Seungkwan pouted playfully, his attempt at seriousness quickly dissolving into a cheeky grin.
Luna giggled from her seat, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she quipped, “It’s funny how we keep saying ‘let’s try,’ ‘let’s do it’ over and over again but we’ve done nothing but complain… I love you guys, really.” Her tone was laced with mock irony, making the members burst into laughter at her spot-on observation.
“Let’s start,” PD Na announced, his voice cutting through the playful banter and drawing everyone’s attention to the game.
[Round 1]
The room fell into a sudden hush, the lighthearted atmosphere replaced with focused tension. Some of the members leaned forward in their seats, eyes locked on PD Na as they prepared for the first round. Everyone was fully concentrated, their excitement palpable.
“Let’s start. It sounds so hard,” Minghao murmured, his excitement laced with nerves.
“We can do it,” Joshua said, offering encouragement to the group.
“Are we starting with Jun?” PD Na asked, confirming the order.
“Yes,” the members chorused in unison, their voices firm and in agreement.
“Play sincerely,” Woozi added, his tone serious, urging Jun to give it his best shot.
“Fighting,” Luna said softly, her voice a gentle encouragement aimed directly at Jun. She knew how nerve-wracking it could be to go first, and her words were meant to bolster his confidence.
“It’s okay to get it wrong. Just be confident,” Seungkwan chimed in from the other side, offering some last-minute reassurance.
PD Na flipped the first picture around, revealing it to Jun. “1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down, and without missing a beat, Jun blurted out, “Jay Park.”
The room erupted in applause and cheers, the members voicing their excitement as Jun nailed the first answer.
[The first obstacle passed]
Wasting no time, PD Na showed the next picture to Minghao, who was up next. “1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted again.
[The next obstacle]
“Chung Ha,” Minghao answered on time, his voice steady.
[They overcame the obstacles]
The members clapped even louder, their praise growing with each correct answer. Dino jumped up in excitement, unable to contain himself.
[They did better than expected]
“They were good at it,” Wonwoo commented, clapping along with the others.
[Producer Na's getting nervous]
[Next is DK]
[His first Character Quiz in his life]
The game moved on swiftly to Dokyeom. PD Na revealed the next picture. “1, 2, 3,” he counted down.
“Captain America,” Dokyeom answered, earning even more cheers from the group.
“You got it,” Luna praised him with a bright smile.
But as the game progressed, the tension started to build. Jeonghan, who was up next, looked a bit alarmed as the reality of the game set in. “Wait, are there foreigners too?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
[That's what Character Quiz is about]
PD Na nodded, confirming Jeonghan’s suspicion. The atmosphere tensed up further as the members braced themselves.
PD Na then showed the picture to Jeonghan. “1, 2, 3,” he counted down.
“Han Ji Min,” Jeonghan answered, his response slower than the previous ones.
“He got it right! He got it right!” Luna exclaimed, her voice full of relief and excitement as she pointed at Jeonghan, making sure PD Na acknowledged the correct answer.
PD Na, however, wasn’t as forgiving. “It’s a warning,” he said, pointing at Jeonghan, his tone firm. Jeonghan had answered a bit too slowly for comfort.
“Calm down,” Mingyu advised the rest of the group, sensing the rising tension.
Next up was Luna, who leaned forward, her heart pounding in her chest. PD Na turned the picture to face her. “1, 2, 3,” he counted.
“V!” Luna blurted out, her voice clear and on time.
The room erupted in applause and praises once again, the excitement growing as they celebrated another correct answer. Some of the members were now on their feet, pacing back and forth in nervous energy.
“Let’s calm down,” Mingyu reminded everyone, trying to keep the group grounded.
“It’s Dino’s turn,” PD Na announced, moving on to the next member. He showed Dino the picture, “1, 2, 3,” he counted.
“Mi Joo,” Dino answered, his voice a bit hesitant.
“You got it right,” PD Na said, but quickly followed with, “It’s a warning,” indicating that Dino had been too slow as well. The group clapped for Dino’s correct answer but the tension was palpable.
[Woozi's next]
Finally, it was Woozi’s turn. PD Na turned the picture toward him. “1, 2, 3…” he counted, but no answer came from Woozi’s mouth.
“Wrong!” PD Na declared, the first slip-up in the game.
[Passionate]
Seungkwan’s expression was a mix of frustration and disbelief as he stood up, exclaiming, “Lee Chan Won!” The disappointment was evident in his voice, and the other members quickly rallied around him, determined to reason their way to a redo.
[Excuse me?] [Producer Na, hold on]
Like clockwork, they began voicing their dissatisfaction with the way the picture had been presented. S.Coups stood up, making a hand gesture to PD Na, indicating that the picture needed to be straightened. “You need to straighten the face,” he insisted, his tone half-serious, half-joking.
Jun, eager to support his leader, leaned forward to physically adjust the picture in PD Na’s hands. “You need to straighten the face,” he repeated as if this small detail had thrown off Woozi’s guess.
[They complain the photo was curved]
“I thought that was Chan because it was curved,” Mingyu added, his voice carrying a note of mock indignation that quickly spread through the group. They were slandering PD Na’s method of showing the picture as the reason for the mishap.
[Slandering]
“I get what you mean because it’s curved,” Woozi chimed in, backing up Mingyu’s point. He was now fully committed to the narrative.
“So? Is that why you didn’t know?” Jeonghan pressed, his voice teasing but with a hint of support for Woozi.
“I had no idea for that reason,” Woozi answered, his tone carrying a tinge of exasperation but mostly amusement.
Luna, sitting quietly and observing the chaotic exchange, couldn’t help but giggle at the audacity of the group. Their relentless reasoning, though absurd, was hilariously on brand for them. She decided to stay out of it, letting the boys have their moment.
PD Na looked shocked, not quite believing what he was hearing. “Are you sure you know now?” he asked Woozi, trying to gauge the seriousness of their claims.
“Of course,” Woozi replied confidently.
“We all went to get his autograph before.” Wonwoo, ever the supportive member added.
"He was on ‘Mr. Trot,’” Woozi added as if this solidified his knowledge of the celebrity in question.
S.Coups, seeing the opportunity to save face for Woozi, clapped his hands together, declaring, “Okay. That was a practice.”
“So, that’s all for the practice round,” Jun followed up, clearly attempting to lighten the mood and reset the game.
But PD Na wasn’t buying it. The playful atmosphere quickly turned as he made it clear that there would be no redo. Now, the members had to decide which dish to remove from their meal.
[Let's remove one dish]
[Time to make a decision]
The members of SEVENTEEN found themselves in a heated debate over which dish to remove, the tension mixed with a playful sense of urgency as they weighed their options.
Dino, in his innocence, was the first to make a suggestion. “Should we remove the acorn jelly?” His words hung in the air for a split second before they were met with immediate and resounding disapproval from every direction.
[Everyone yells]
“No!” Vernon shook his hand firmly, his voice laced with disbelief.
“No!” S.Coups echoed at the same time, his tone bordering on alarm.
Joshua leaned forward, his expression appaled as he addressed Dino. “We can never miss the acorn jelly.”
The most vocal reaction came from Seungkwan, who stood up abruptly, pointing an accusatory finger at Dino. “Acorn jelly is the best. What are you talking about?” His outburst left Dino momentarily stunned, his eyes wide as he sat back in his seat, shocked at the intensity of Seungkwan’s reaction.
[All he said was acorn jelly]
Dino tried to justify his choice, albeit hesitantly. “Because of the cucumber…” he trailed off, his voice mixed with chuckling.
Luna, seated next to Dino, patted his thigh gently, chuckling at the situation. “Our Dino doesn’t like cucumbers,” she explained with a soft smile, her tone lightening the mood.
Jun, always pragmatic, offered another option. “How about bean sprouts?” he suggested, his voice calm as he tried to steer the discussion in a different direction. “Bean sprouts,” he repeated as if to solidify his choice.
But before anyone could reply, Seungkwan had already made up his mind. He grabbed the container of salad, ready to remove it from the table.
“He can’t eat tomatoes,” S.Coups stood up and explained, gesturing toward Seungkwan as if to defend his action.
“He’s removing what he can’t eat,” Dokyeom noted, pouting slightly as he eyed Seungkwan up and down. S.Coups couldn’t help but chuckle, pointing at Dokyeom with a playful grin.
Minghao, ever observant, pointed out another detail. “Jun wants only the salad,” he said, turning the focus back to Jun’s preference.
“Ah, really?” Vernon exclaimed, his tone one of genuine surprise.
Jun nodded, his expression earnest. “Because I’m working on detoxing,” he explained, his voice calm as always.
Seungkwan took the opportunity to clarify to PD Na, “Some of us are detoxing. We’ll remove bean sprouts.”
But before the decision could be finalized, Vernon, now on his feet, pointed to another potential sacrifice. “Or what about sausages?” he suggested, his voice filled with the same playful uncertainty that had been present throughout their discussions.
“No, never sausages,” S.Coups replied immediately, his tone firm as he shut down the suggestion.
Dokyeom, feeling the need to contribute, stood up and pointed to another dish. “Let’s remove japchae,” he suggested, his voice confident.
“What?” S.Coups responded in shock, his reaction mirroring that of several other members.
Amidst the ongoing debate, PD Na just sat there, watching with a mixture of amusement and amazement as the members continued to discuss, their voices overlapping in a chaotic but somehow harmonious argument.
The debate among SEVENTEEN over which dish to remove escalated into a full-blown discussion, each member passionately defending their preferences.
Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing the chaos, finally chimed in with a suggestion. “I thought we follow the majority,” he said, his calm voice cutting through the noise.
S.Coups, the only one still standing, began pacing back and forth in front of the group. His frustration was evident as he tried to steer the conversation toward a decision. “Ya, what do you want to remove?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.
[The general leader is exhausted]
Dino, sensing an opportunity to bring order, proposed, “Let’s go by majority. Who wants to remove the salad?” He raised his hand as an example, hoping others would follow suit.
Only S.Coups and Seungkwan raised their hands in agreement, their expressions determined. The lack of support from the rest of the group, however, left the salad firmly on the table.
[They're democratic, but it takes a long time and Jun wants it]
Hoshi, always one to throw in a curveball, casually suggested, “Just remove the yellow corvinas.”
[In favor of yellow corvinas]
This suggestion sparked immediate reactions, especially from Luna, who leaned forward to look at Hoshi. “What are you talking about?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at him.
[Bunny no. 1 wants yellow corvinas]
Minghao echoed her shock, turning to Hoshi with a confused expression. “Why? That’s the best,” he asked, genuinely baffled.
Seungkwan, who had been watching the exchange with growing frustration, finally exploded. “Are you all stupid? Remove bean sprouts,” he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked around at the group, unable to believe the conversation was still going.
Eventually, they agreed on removing the bean sprouts, and Dino reached out to remove them from the table, his expression a mix of relief and resignation.
[They agree on bean sprouts]
[Bean sprouts are out]
“So that’s how SEVENTEEN resolves conflicts,” PD Na commented, observing the group with an amused smile.
“It’s quite noisy,” Jun admitted, his tone light as he glanced around at his fellow members.
“We were just talking over each other,” Luna added, a hint of laughter in her voice as she reflected on the chaotic discussion.
“We’re all talking at the same time. What do we do?” Mingyu said, shaking his head with a grin.
“It’s so noisy,” Wonwoo chuckled, covering his ears in mock despair.
[SEVENTEEN never holds back from talking. They're noisy]
PD Na and the writers couldn’t help but laugh at the scene, thoroughly entertained by SEVENTEEN’s dynamic.
As the laughter died down, Seungkwan took the opportunity to remind Dino of his earlier blunder. “Dino, acorn jelly was a wrong choice,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Not the acorn jelly,” Vernon added, shaking his head.
“Don’t you mess with acorn jelly,” S.Coups warned, pointing at Dino with a playful glare.
Luna, unable to resist, added her own prediction with a grin. “It will be gone soon. Watch.”
Dokyeom giggled at the exchange. “This is funny.”
Jeonghan, who had been watching the whole thing with an amused smile, turned to S.Coups. “You never eat it,” he pointed out, his tone teasing.
[They were sensitive about removing it]
"Honestly, you could remove sausages,” Vernon voiced out, throwing in another suggestion.
“What?” Mingyu exclaimed from beside him, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Really?” Vernon asked him, slightly taken aback by the strong reaction.
“Aren’t sausages good?” Mingyu asked, still trying to process the suggestion.
[They start the debate on sausages]
PD Na, who had been observing the entire exchange with growing amusement, finally interjected with a wry smile. “I guess the conflict never resolves completely,” he remarked, shaking his head.
[No]
The members, realizing how long the discussion had gone on, began shaking their heads and voicing their agreement. “We keep complaining,” S.Coups said, mimicking a mouth with his hand as if to demonstrate how they couldn’t stop talking.
“It lasts long,” Joshua added with a chuckle.
“I won’t be surprised if we’ll be talking about this till we get home,” Luna said, leaning back in her seat with a sigh as if already resigning herself to the inevitability.
“We’re sensitive about food,” Dokyeom explained to PD Na, his tone a mix of sincerity and amusement.
“It turned into a mess many times before,” Seungkwan added, nodding in agreement.
“We’re good with everything else,” Dokyeom added as if to clarify that food was the one area where they just couldn’t seem to find peace.
“The decision is made, but people never stop talking,” PD Na noted, clearly fascinated by the group’s dynamic.
“That’s why they come to me,” Jeonghan added, his tone light but with a hint of truth.
"DK was getting serious." Seungkwan said, pointing at Dokyeom with a playful grin, mimicked him from earlier, saying, "'He's removing what he can't eat.'"
[Portraying DK]
This caused Dokyeom to burst into laughter, joining in by imitating his own actions as well.
[No need for counseling]
[Round 2]
As Round 2 commenced, the atmosphere in the room grew serious. The members were more focused than before. This time, S.Coups would start, which meant Jun would only play once.
[This time, S.Coups will go first]
"Then Jun will play only once," PD Na confirmed, nodding towards the group. "Then the problem is The8."
Minghao waved his hand dismissively, "The8 isn't the problem," he said with a small smile, his confidence unshaken.
"Why not?" PD Na asked, chuckling at Minghao’s laid-back attitude.
"Just make the question easy," Minghao replied innocently, earning a round of laughter from the members and crew.
[Producer Na is the problem]
[Problematic Director]
[The8 is not the problem]
"I'll choose the question carefully," PD Na assured them, the laughter still lingering in the air. "Let's start with S.Coups," he announced as the leader leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, fully concentrated.
[The leader of SEVENTEEN, S.Coups]
PD Na pulled out the first picture and began the countdown, "1, 2, 3…"
S.Coups hesitated, the pressure was evident in his eyes. He stood up suddenly, blurting out, "Hwang Jung Min."
[Park Bo Gum]
"Wrong!" PD Na exclaimed, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
The room fell silent for a moment before it broke into chaos. Not only had S.Coups hesitated, but his answer was also completely off the mark. The question was the easiest one so far, shocking not just the members but also the writers who were present. All eyes turned to their leader, who now paced behind the seats, back and forth, before dramatically holding onto the wall as if in despair.
[SEVENTEEN is shocked]
"Ya!" Joshua pointed at him, his voice filled with both disbelief and amusement. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Dokyeom echoed, clearly flabbergasted.
Luna, still seated but with wide eyes, couldn’t hold back her surprise. "What just happened? That was the easiest one."
The members began to voice their shock and disappointment, the room now buzzing with incredulous energy.
[Park Bo Gum: As the former host of ‘Music Bank’]
[he probably said hi to SEVENTEEN]
[He probably introduced their new song too]
"Just go home," Seungkwan suggested, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
[Outraged]
Mingyu turned to PD Na, mock seriousness in his voice. "Can we remove one member at a time instead of the food?"
[Shocked]
"Give him up," Minghao chimed in, his voice completely deadpan.
"Let's just kick him out," Hoshi added, his own brand of humor causing the others to laugh despite the situation.
"He doesn't know how to play games at all," Dino pointed at S.Coups, shaking his head as if in disbelief, while the leader continued to stand at the back, feigning defeat.
Luna, unable to resist joining in on the teasing, deadpanned with a straight face, "You never know, that might be Hwang Jung Min in another universe," she joked, pointing at the picture as if she were seriously considering the possibility.
[Someone help S.Coups]
The room burst into laughter, the tension from S.Coups' earlier mistake evaporating instantly. Even S.Coups, still leaning against the wall in mock despair, couldn’t help but crack a smile at Luna’s witty remark, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood.
Jeonghan, ever the strategist, took charge of the situation. "We need to remove one," he declared, pointing decisively at the array of food options before them. His eyes scanned the dishes before settling on a decision. "Let’s remove them in order," he suggested, trying to instill some semblance of logic in the chaotic process.
However, Vernon quickly chimed in with his own idea. "No, let's remove the sausages," he proposed, his voice steady.
[Cool]
Luna nodded in agreement, and Jeonghan wasted no time. He pointed directly at the container of sausages, his tone firm, "Remove it."
Seungkwan and Dino, who were already on their feet, sprang into action. Dino grabbed the container with a sense of purpose as if removing the sausages was a mission of utmost importance. "Sure, the processed meat. Sodium nitrite," Seungkwan commented, shaking his head with mock seriousness. "It's not healthy."
[Sausages are out]
PD Na, observing their theatrics, couldn’t help but chuckle. "You worry about your health," he remarked, amused by the group's sudden concern for nutrition.
"Yes!" they chorused in unison, as if the entire group had just had a collective epiphany about healthy eating.
From across the line, Mingyu turned to S.Coups, curiosity etched on his face. "What were you doing earlier?" he asked, referring to S.Coups’ earlier flub.
S.Coups shook his head, still looking somewhat bewildered. "I couldn’t remember," he admitted, his tone sheepish.
"That’s what happens," Mingyu said, nodding sympathetically.
"It happens," Minghao added with a sage nod of his own, as if imparting some deep wisdom.
S.Coups, still nursing his pride, glanced at PD Na and confessed, "I yelled at them when I watched it," referring to the infamous ‘HYBE’ special where they got everything wrong.
PD Na gave him a knowing look, understanding the pressure. "S.Coups, I understand," Jeonghan interjected, his voice gentle, offering his friend some comfort.
Wonwoo, who had been relatively quiet until now, suddenly spoke up, his voice tinged with nervousness. "Why am I getting so nervous?" he asked, almost to himself.
PD Na, ever the problem solver, suggested, "I think you should move S.Coups to the center."
S.Coups, eager to shake off the earlier mishap, quickly stood up. "Can I sit in the middle?" he asked, looking for approval.
Without missing a beat, Mingyu moved to his seat, making him the first in line, while S.Coups settled into Seungkwan’s spot.
[Mingyu moves to the 1st seat]
Seungkwan, still in good spirits despite the chaos, looked at Mingyu and teased, "Mingyu, you weren’t that good last year," reminding him of the infamous ‘HYBE’ special with a playful grin.
[Round 3]
"Let's start," PD Na announced, the energy shifting as everyone prepared for the next challenge.
Mingyu, now in the hot seat as the first in line, tried to steady his nerves. Leaning forward slightly, he murmured to himself, "Who's there these days?" His focus sharpened as PD Na positioned himself in front of him, ready to reveal the next image.
"1, 2, 3," PD Na counted down, pulling the picture out. Without missing a beat, Mingyu confidently answered, "Jang Sung Kyu."
The room erupted in a mix of surprise and admiration. "He's good," S.Coups remarked, genuinely impressed.
"No wonder he's experienced," Woozi added. A few shook their heads, chuckling.
"I wouldn't have got it," Jeonghan admitted, acknowledging Mingyu’s sharpness.
[It requires concentration]
Next up was Vernon. PD Na moved in front of him, the atmosphere slightly more relaxed after Mingyu’s success. "1, 2, 3…" PD Na prompted, revealing the picture. But instead of a quick answer, there was silence. Vernon’s mouth hung open slightly, but no words came out.
"Wrong!" PD Na declared, breaking the silence with a hint of playful disappointment.
From somewhere in the background, Seungkwan, always quick to react, yelled out, "Kim Yeon Koung!" His voice rang out just as Mingyu, feeling victorious, stepped back to let the next player take his place.
S.Coups, however, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease. Standing up, he pointed directly at Vernon. "You can never yell at me," he declared with a triumphant grin.
"Kim Yeon Koung, who led Korea to the semifinal!" Seungkwan added, still slightly in disbelief that Vernon had missed such a well-known figure.
S.Coups wasn't about to let it go. "Admit it. You’re in no place to blame me," he said, a teasing tone in his voice as he looked at Vernon.
Vernon, still processing his mistake, nodded and shook his head. "We’re the same," he admitted with a resigned smile.
Mingyu, always one to keep the energy light, grabbed one of the large posters from the back. On it was one of their famous quotes, and with a mischievous grin, he raised it behind Vernon’s head. The sign read, 'ARE YOU OKAY?' The moment everyone saw it, laughter erupted around the room.
[Greetings]
"For real?" Mingyu asked Vernon, his voice still laced with amusement, making the atmosphere light once more despite the round’s pressure.
The debate over which dish to remove from the table heated up as Jeonghan sprang to his feet, determined to take charge of the situation. He reached for the container of rolled omelets, ready to make the decision himself. At the same time, Minghao, feeling equally decisive, grabbed the japchae container and announced, "Let's remove japchae."
However, not everyone agreed with this sudden move. A chorus of dissent rose from a few members, and before they could follow through, Wonwoo quickly extended his arm, signaling for them to pause. "Wait," he said, his voice steady but firm. S.Coups, already on his way over, echoed the sentiment with a pout, "Wait, not the japchae."
Jeonghan, sensing the resistance, raised his arms in a gesture of surrender. "What do you want to remove then?" he asked, a playful tone of exasperation creeping into his voice as he looked around at his indecisive teammates.
[Choose one already]
Seungkwan, however, had already made up his mind. He walked forward, confidently grabbing the container of japchae from Minghao's grasp. "No. Japchae raises your blood sugar level," he declared, his tone leaving little room for argument.
"That's high in carbs," Dokyeom agreed, nodding as they both returned to their seats, the japchae now out of the table.
[Japchae is out]
As the lively debate over the food continued to unfold, PD Na, with a playful grin, turned his attention to Vernon. "Vernon, you need to apologize," he teased, referring to Vernon’s earlier mistake during the game.
Vernon, feeling the weight of his error, offered a shy smile before bowing slightly in apology. "Are you going to be okay?" PD Na asked, still playfully asking him.
Wonwoo, sensing the need to comfort his friend, chimed in, "You know her, right?" His tone was reassuring, as if to remind Vernon that his slip-up was no big deal.
"Do you remember now?" PD Na followed up, clearly enjoying the banter.
Vernon nodded, his expression a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "I know her, but I couldn't recall her name," he explained, a hint of frustration in his voice at his lapse in memory.
S.Coups, always quick to empathize, added, "See? You get stuck," acknowledging how easy it was to draw a blank under pressure.
Mingyu then seized the moment to ask. "Wonwoo, do you want to come here? Anyone who hasn’t played yet want to go first? We won’t be able to eat anyway," he quipped, earning a hearty laugh from PD Na.
[It turns into an experiential learning]
"Right. We’ll end up eating rice and soup only," Jeonghan agreed, joining in on the humor as the group prepared for the next round, the tension from the game gradually melting into shared laughter.
As they prepared for the fourth round, some of the members began to shuffle their seats, creating a fresh dynamic. Vernon switched places with Dino and found himself sitting next to Luna, who greeted him with a warm smile.
[Vernon moves to the back]
[Dino who tried it before moves to the front]
Mingyu, feeling confident after his recent success, couldn’t resist making a bold statement. "I feel like I've become the ace," he declared, puffing up slightly with mock arrogance, eliciting chuckles from the group.
PD Na, ever curious about their mindset, asked, "Before playing the game, were you confident?"
S.Coups, recalling his earlier blunder, responded first. "When I watched the video, I thought I'd be good at it," he admitted, his initial confidence now tempered with humility. He shook his head in playful defeat. "Wow," he added, the disbelief still lingering in his voice, making PD Na laugh.
[People who are watching right now probably agree with you]
Seungkwan, who was seated next to S.Coups, deadpanned, "Getting Park Bo Gum wrong was a terrible mistake," bringing up the mishap with a seriousness that made the others smirk. The reminder made S.Coups smile in defeat, his expression one of resigned acceptance.
"I know. It was so easy," Jeonghan chimed in, adding to the gentle ribbing.
Seungkwan, always quick with details, pointed out, "He was the ‘Music Bank’ host when we debuted."
Hoshi, joining in from S.Coups’ other side, added, "He even performed 'Pretty U' at his fan meet," his tone both teasing and nostalgic.
Jeonghan, ever the contrarian in a playful way, added, "I still understand," though his words carried a hint of teasing contradiction, causing Luna to giggle from her seat next to him.
"I understand," Hoshi echoed, patting S.Coups on the back with exaggerated sympathy.
"It's okay," Seungkwan added, as they all took turns playfully comforting their leader, who stared blankly ahead with a sarcastic, pained chuckle, his expression making PD Na and the writers laugh heartily.
[If you've seen S.Coups' soul, please call ‘HYBE’]
"Let's go," Hoshi said, ready for the next round and eager to change the subject.
"I'm getting dizzy," S.Coups joked, his dramatic delivery causing more laughter to ripple through the group.
"They're so funny," PD Na remarked to the writers, his amusement evident as he watched the lively group banter.
[SEVENTEEN became a genre]
[Round 4]
As silence fell over the group, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation. All eyes were on PD Na as he carefully shuffled the pictures in front of him, his movements deliberate and teasing. The members leaned forward slightly, eager to see what challenge lay ahead for Mingyu, who was first in line.
PD Na revealed the picture, holding it up for just a moment before he began his countdown. "1, 2, 3," he intoned, his voice calm yet commanding.
"Hwang Jung Min," Mingyu answered confidently, not missing a beat.
The room erupted in cheers, with the members expressing their excitement and relief. "Mingyu is the ace!" Hoshi exclaimed, springing to his feet to give Mingyu a high five. "Good job!" The energy in the room was infectious, with everyone feeding off the victory.
Mingyu, basking in the praise, mockingly puffed up his chest, wearing a smug grin that only made the others laugh harder.
[His shoulders are rising]
S.Coups, Hoshi, and Joshua exchanged a glance before pointing at him in unison, "Right now, it's sixty centimeters," they quipped, referencing the width of his shoulders— now a running joke among them because of the earlier interview.
[His shoulders are 60cm in width]
"Your shoulders got wider than Wonwoo," PD Na added with a chuckle, playing along with the banter.
On the other side, Luna couldn't hold back a snicker. She leaned toward Jeonghan, who immediately sensed her movement and bent down slightly to catch what she was about to say. "Is it not Park Bo Gum?" Luna whispered, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, referencing S.Coups’ earlier mistake of confusing Park Bo Gum with Hwang Jung Min.
[Someone help S.Coups again]
Jeonghan chuckled at the joke, clearly amused by her quick wit. “In another universe, maybe,” he said, referring to her joke earlier making her laugh. In response, he gave her a gentle poke in the waist, eliciting a surprised squeal from Luna as they both waited for their turn in the game.
[Next is Dino who played before]
As Dino's turn approached, the room's energy shifted slightly, with the focus now on the youngest member. Sitting next to Mingyu, Dino leaned forward, his eyes wide with concentration, clearly determined to give his best shot. The members around him began to cheer him on, their voices a mix of encouragement and playful pressure.
"Dino," they chanted softly, creating a supportive atmosphere. "You know them all," Seungkwan added from Dino’s side, his tone reassuring as he tried to bolster Dino’s confidence.
PD Na, ready to continue, held up the next picture, pausing momentarily before beginning his countdown. "1, 2, 3…" he called out, his voice crisp and clear.
Dino stared at the picture, his brow furrowed in thought. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "He's cool," not entirely sure who he was looking at. The uncertainty in his voice was evident.
[A cool guy]
"Wrong!" PD Na exclaimed, breaking the tension and sending the room into a burst of laughter. Some of the members stood up, clapping and cheering, while others playfully scolded Dino for his guess.
Dino shrugged, offering a sheepish smile as he excused himself, "I'm not good at it."
"It's okay," Luna chimed in, her voice comforting.
[Note: It is only okay for bunny no. 1 if it's someone adorable]
"The Korean Zombie," Wonwoo announced, revealing the correct answer.
Jeonghan turned to Vernon, shaking his head as he pointed out, "You shouldn’t have switched," he teased, knowing Vernon would have recognized the UFC fighter.
"From UFC," Vernon clarified for Dino, his tone understanding.
Luna, sitting next to Vernon, added with a knowing smile, "Dino doesn’t watch UFC."
"I don't watch UFC," Dino repeated, echoing her words as if to solidify his reasoning for missing the answer.
As the game moved on, the next challenge was deciding which dish to remove from their table, an ongoing debate that had already caused plenty of drama. Minghao, with his usual calm demeanor, stood up and confidently headed toward the front table, where all the dishes were displayed. He pointed at one with determination, announcing, "We should remove this."
His suggestion, however, was met with a chorus of loud disagreements. "Why LA galbi?" Joshua's voice rang out, filled with disbelief.
[He's from LA]
"Why? LA galbi is expensive," Luna added, her tone equally appalled.
"Don't mess with galbi," S.Coups warned, his voice carrying the weight of a leader defending a treasured dish.
[Galbi is like family]
Despite Minghao's attempt to remove the LA galbi, the team quickly overruled him, and after much discussion, they unanimously agreed to remove the salad instead. Jun, who had been eyeing the salad only, gladly allowed it to be removed. "Remove it," he agreed with a nod, happy to see it go.
[Salad is out]
[It was a big decision for Jun who was going to eat only the salad]
As the salad was being taken away, S.Coups spoke up again, "Why aren't we removing yogurt?"
Seungkwan looked at him incredulously. "What are you talking about?" he exclaimed.
"We need yogurt," Vernon insisted from his spot, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Seungkwan, always quick with a playful jab, patted S.Coups on the back. "You should be grateful we didn't remove you," he teased.
S.Coups laughed in defeat, knowing he had lost this round of the debate. "Thanks," he chuckled, the humor of the situation not lost on him.
As the atmosphere buzzed with excitement, PD Na raised a hand to gather everyone’s attention. "Who should go first?" he asked, ready to kick off the next round of their game.
"People who haven't played yet should," Mingyu suggested, his voice clear and confident.
[Those of you who haven't gone on the ride yet, come to the front]
At this prompt, a flurry of movement erupted around the room as the members began to switch seats, eager to shuffle into new spots. The commotion was lively and chaotic, with laughter and chatter echoing as fourteen members jockeyed for position. Jeonghan, who had been gripping Luna's pinky finger this entire time found himself separated from her as they were swept along with the crowd that is SEVENTEEN.
In the end, Jeonghan settled into a spot next to S.Coups in the middle of the group, while Luna ended up sitting on the right front side, nestled between Mingyu and Dino. The seat changes brought a new dynamic, and as everyone settled into their places, Hoshi commented from the first chair on the left side, "We'll be going nonstop from now on. You better get ready over there."
“I don’t think I’ll get it,” came a voice from next to Hoshi. It was Wonwoo, second in line, his expression revealing a hint of excitement and uncertainty.
"Wonwoo. Did you answer all the questions until now?" PD Na asked, his curiosity piqued.
"No," Wonwoo replied shyly with a chuckle.
Minghao chimed in, "Wonwoo isn't good at it," his tone light-hearted yet teasing.
"Do you want to switch just in case?" Hoshi suggested, turning to Joshua with an encouraging nod.
"I'm not good at it either," Joshua admitted as they switched seats, with Joshua moving to Wonwoo's original spot.
"Wonwoo tends to play the villain," Seungkwan remarked, a grin spreading across his face.
"I don’t watch TV," Wonwoo explained, his tone earnest as he tried to justify his lack of knowledge.
"Who doesn’t know these days just because they don’t watch TV?" Mingyu asked incredulously, shaking his head in mock of disbelief.
"All he watches is the game," S.Coups added, nodding knowingly at Wonwoo, who merely shrugged in response.
Jeonghan then turned to PD Na with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You should just show him his own picture.”
“I want to be good at it. I’m getting nervous,” Joshua confided to Hoshi, his nerves evident as he adjusted in his seat. “I’m nervous to be here."
“It’s okay,” Luna softly chuckled at Joshua’s plight, her English accent coming through as she reassured him in English.
[Round 5]
As the fifth round began, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The members were laser-focused, knowing the stakes were high with each dish removed from the table. PD Na shuffled through his stack of pictures, finally settling on one to show Hoshi, who was first in line.
“1, 2, 3,” PD Na counted down.
“Baekho,” Hoshi answered confidently, earning a round of claps and praise from the other members. His quick response and accuracy brought a wave of relief, as they successfully passed the first hurdle of the round.
[If he got it wrong, he would've spent 3 awkward years]
Next up was Joshua, his face a mix of concentration and nerves as PD Na presented the picture to him.
“1, 2, 3…”
“Lee Bo Young,” Joshua answered, his voice steady. For a moment, there was silence. Then, the room erupted— not in cheers, but in confusion.
[No?]
Hoshi, unaware that Joshua’s answer was wrong, started clapping enthusiastically, his usual bright smile on his face. But before he could get too carried away, Joshua’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake.
“Park Bo Young!” Joshua quickly corrected himself, but the damage was already done.
“Lee Bo Young is Ji Sung’s wife,” Seungkwan exclaimed, standing up with a look of disbelief.
“Park Bo Young?” Joshua asked again, this time with an innocent smile, as if trying to win them over with charm.
“From ‘Agency.’ You should’ve only said Bo Young,” Hoshi said, still somewhat clueless about the error but offering his advice nonetheless.
“You still got Bo Young,” Wonwoo reassured Joshua, trying to salvage the situation and boost morale.
Jeonghan, ever the quick thinker and skilled in mischief and cheating, leaned toward Joshua. “Did you say Lee Bo Young as in that person is Bo Young?” he asked, implying that the mistake was merely a slip in pronunciation.
Luna chuckled at Jeonghan’s cleverness before chiming in, “That’s right.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Joshua said, as if the realization had just dawned on him. “That’s it. Of course, I know Park Bo Young.”
[I can't be wrong]
“Lee as in 'this'?” PD Na asked, playing along with the humorous twist Jeonghan had introduced.
[Acting]
Joshua and Jeonghan immediately seized the moment, pointing at the picture as they both said in sync, “This is… Bo Young.”
Hoshi joined in on the fun, pointing out, “He’s American,” referencing Joshua’s background to justify the mix-up, trying to keep the mood light despite the mistake.
[It's got nothing to do with being American]
[Once you get bitten by SEVENTEEN, you have to get your act together]
[Or you end up getting persuaded]
“This is Bo Young,” Joshua repeated in English, trying to sell the cleverly made excuse.
Mingyu, always quick with a quip, couldn’t resist adding, “It’s so embarrassing. Don’t be so miserable,” which drew a laugh from Luna, her smile softening the moment.
Eventually, the laughter subsided, and the reality of the mistake settled in. Wonwoo, seeing that they needed to move forward, took the initiative. “So, what do we remove?” he asked, his tone practical, ready to accept their loss.
“Mini pork cutlet?” Joshua suggested, standing up to remove the dish himself. He knew they had to sacrifice something, and the mini pork cutlet seemed the most acceptable option.
“Let’s remove them in order except for kimchi,” Jeonghan agreed, always the one to find a way to maintain some semblance of fairness.
“Sorry,” Joshua said sincerely as he walked to the table, lifting the dish of mini pork cutlets with a resigned smile.
“Let’s leave kimchi for last,” S.Coups added, his voice carrying a tone of finality as the round came to a close. They all knew that kimchi was non-negotiable, a staple that no one wanted to part with.
[Mini pork cutlets are out]
As the fifth round drew to a close and the group prepared for the next challenge, Wonwoo looked around, suddenly realizing something.
"Am I the only one who hasn't played yet?" he asked, standing up from his seat. The others watched as he moved to the front of the line, swapping seats with Hoshi.
Seungkwan, ever quick with a playful jab, couldn’t resist, “You won’t even last for three seconds,” he teased, causing PD Na and the writers to burst into laughter.
[They're supposed to answer in 3 seconds]
From the other side of the room, Luna’s voice chimed in, gentle yet confident. “No, Wonwoo can do it. He’s smart,” she said, her tone soft but filled with belief. “I believe in you, Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo, who was usually calm and composed, blushed slightly at the encouragement. “I’m sorry, but don’t get your hopes up,” he responded shyly, clearly touched by Luna’s words but trying to keep expectations realistic.
“Wonwoo, you can do it,” Jeonghan added, his voice warm with support. A chorus of agreements followed from the other members.
“You can do it.”
“A picture of a SEVENTEEN member might pop up,” Jeonghan continued with a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
[Pressure]
“It’ll be funny if we miss it,” Dokyeom chuckled, imagining the scenario.
PD Na, amused by the situation, looked at Wonwoo and said, “No one thinks you’ll succeed,” his tone light and teasing.
“Right. We’re just doing this for experience,” S.Coups chimed in, trying to manage expectations while keeping the atmosphere light.
“We can all be on TV,” Minghao added with a grin.
“When will we get to be here again?” Jeonghan mused his tone a mix of understanding and calmness.
“When will we get to play this?” S.Coups echoed, clearly enjoying the moment with his friends.
“We can always come back here later,” Mingyu said, looking around at the others with a confident smile.
“We should come back,” Minghao agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
“But you never know. It might keep going,” Hoshi added, trying to keep the momentum up.
“We might keep going,” Joshua agreed, his eyes glinting with determination.
“I believe in Wonwoo,” Luna reiterated, shaking her head with a small pout, her belief in him unwavering. Wonwoo, feeling the warmth of her support, couldn’t help but smile— a small, gentle smile that showed how much her words meant to him.
[Round 6]
Round six kicked off with a wave of anticipation. The members, still buzzing from the previous rounds, were eager to see how Wonwoo would fare.
"Come on, Wonwoo!" Jeonghan cheered, his voice full of encouragement, his eyes locked on Wonwoo, who was now in the hot seat.
PD Na shuffled through the pictures in front of him, finally picking one. He looked at Wonwoo and, with a steady tone, counted down, “1, 2, 3.”
“Key,” Wonwoo responded confidently, just as Dino, sitting across the room, muttered the same name under his breath, “Key,” in a subtle attempt to help him out.
The room erupted into cheers and claps. “Good job!” Luna called out, her face lighting up with a proud smile.
[Look at these people]
PD Na, however, had caught the quiet muttering from Dino. “I thought I just heard something,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he gestured toward Dino, who quickly pretended to cough.
“I was coughing,” Dino said, raising his hand as if to cover his mouth, trying to play it off casually. “I should’ve covered my mouth. Sorry.”
[The climate problem is very serious, isn't it?]
PD Na shook his head with a playful grin. “It’s a warning,” he announced, more amused than serious.
“Okay,” the group responded in unison, agreeing to the light-hearted reprimand.
[Next is Hoshi]
Next up was Hoshi. The energy in the room was palpable as PD Na held up the next picture. “1, 2, 3—”
“BamBam,” Hoshi answered without hesitation, prompting another round of cheers.
[He got a colleague for twice in a row]
“Hoshi’s good,” S.Coups noted, nodding in approval.
“The first question is always easy,” Woozi remarked, analyzing the trend.
“I want something like that too,” Vernon added nervously, watching as Hoshi basked in the praise.
[Joshua is next]
Then it was Joshua’s turn. He stood up, taking a deep breath, and as he prepared himself, he suddenly called out, “Wait.”
“Joshua, don’t say the last name,” Dino offered from his seat, trying to guide him.
[No last name]
“Add the last name at the end. Say, Bo Young Park,” Mingyu added, motioning with his hand as Joshua nodded, his hand on his chest, mentally preparing himself.
[Character Quiz World Version]
"Here we go," PD Na announced, setting the stage for Joshua’s turn. The room grew quiet as he began to count down, “1, 2, 3,” and then revealed the picture to Joshua.
Joshua’s reaction was immediate and priceless. “Urgh,” he groaned, his hands shooting up to clutch his neck in shock.
[What was that?]
[We just heard a weird sound]
The sudden, exaggerated movement caught everyone off guard, and the room erupted into laughter. Some of the members stood up, clapping in amusement, while others collapsed to the floor, overcome by laughter.
[Let's laugh for a second]
Dino and Mingyu, who were seated on either side of Luna, found themselves laughing so hard that they fell off their chairs, each grabbing one of Luna’s arms as they went down. The unexpected tug almost pulled Luna down with them, but she managed to stay upright, laughing at the hilarity of the situation.
“Wrong!” PD Na laughed, confirming Joshua’s failure, but the teasing was far from over. The members continued to laugh at Joshua’s dramatic display, some still on the floor, others doubled over on the other side of the room. Joshua, ever the performer, pretended to have a neck cramp, using it as a playful excuse for his blunder.
[Wriggling in agony]
“Wait! He suddenly got a cramp,” Hoshi called out, alerting everyone to Joshua’s antics. He played along, his voice full of mock concern as Joshua writhed in fake agony, his hand still on his neck.
A few members took the joke further, rushing toward Joshua with exaggerated worry. “Are you okay?” Seungkwan asked his voice a mix of laughter and pretend concern as he crouched beside Joshua.
[They're worried about his condition]
“Shua is amazing,” Luna said between laughs, wiping the tears from her eyes. Mingyu, still on the floor, pointed at her, laughing even harder at the sight of her struggling to compose herself.
[The game that makes you cry]
[They all burst into laughter]
PD Na and the writers couldn’t contain their amusement, laughing at the shameless display unfolding before them. Joshua, fully committed to the bit, slowly lay down on the floor, feigning pain and defeat.
[He shouldn't be okay]
[So he lies down on the floor]
Hoshi, always quick to join in on the fun, pointed at the picture again, his tone mockingly serious. “Who’s that?” he asked, drawing everyone’s attention back to the game.
[You must say the answer for this situation to be over]
“Oh, Uhm Jung Hwa!” Joshua suddenly exclaimed, sitting up as if the answer had just come to him. His enthusiasm earned another round of laughter and applause, everyone playing along with the excuse, reveling in the chaos of the moment.
[It seems that's how they film ‘Going Seventeen’]
As the laughter finally began to die down, Jeonghan turned to Joshua, still grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t be nervous,” he advised gently, his voice soothing in its sincerity.
Joshua nodded in agreement, his expression sheepish yet amused. “I was too nervous,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as if still feeling the phantom cramp.
[He suddenly got a cramp]
Hoshi, never one to miss an opportunity to add a playful twist, chimed in, “His blood sugar level suddenly went up. Even his hair turned red.” This earned another round of chuckles as the group slowly started to settle back into their seats.
[Joshua is healthy]
In the midst of their playful banter, they noticed Vernon walking past them, dragging another chair behind him. Seungkwan, ever observant, asked, “Vernon, what’s wrong with your chair?”
[The chair broke when they made a fuss]
PD Na, clearly amused by the chaotic scene, explained with a laugh, “While one passed out, Vernon’s fixing the chair in the back. You’re all busy on your own.” The camera panned to Vernon, who smiled sheepishly as he adjusted the new chair, his old one having broken during the earlier commotion.
“You got it,” Minghao reminded Joshua of their earlier ruse, referring to the playful way they had tried to twist the rules in their favor.
“Yes, I did,” Joshua responded, puffing up with pride at his small victory, even if it was short-lived.
PD Na, always quick to bring them back to reality, quipped, “You took twenty-three seconds,” which made everyone laugh in defeat at the absurdity of it all.
[What a bummer]
“You’re accurate,” Jun noted, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
“We were on ‘Immortal Songs’— Uhm Jung Hwa special,” Wonwoo added, drawing out an enthusiastic chorus of agreement from the group, all of them nodding as the memory came back to them.
“How can you not get it?” PD Na asked Joshua, who responded with a deep bow of apology, his face a perfect picture of exaggerated regret.
[Sorry]
Before another lengthy debate about which dish to remove could begin, Jeonghan swiftly stood up, his expression decisive. Without a word, he grabbed the container of rolled omelets and removed it from the table, ending the discussion before it even started.
[Say goodbye to rolled omelets]
He returned to his seat with a satisfied grin, earning a few raised eyebrows and stifled laughs from the others, who were grateful to avoid another round of indecisive bickering.
[Rolled omelets are out]
Suddenly Mingyu, proposed with a light-hearted grin, “Shall we have people who appeared on ‘The Game Caterers’ last time sit together? Let’s sit together.”
The suggestion hovered in the air, eliciting a brief, almost uncomfortable silence. The camera captured the stillness as if it were holding its breath, waiting for the next cue. Luna, sitting beside Mingyu with an air of casual confidence, deadpanned in her most matter-of-fact tone, “Do you really think the seven of you who lost last time should all sit together in a row?”
Her words cut through the silence with a sharp clarity. The reaction was immediate and animated. The camera panned to PD Na and the show’s writers, who burst into laughter, their amusement evident as they pointed at Luna. The members, caught off guard by her bluntness, joined in, their laughter blending into the chaotic symphony of the studio. Mingyu, on the other hand, could only stare at the side of Luna’s face, his expression a mix of surprise and a mock resignation as she playfully winked at him after.
“It’s no use,” Jun chimed in, nodding in agreement with Luna’s assessment.
Seungkwan, ever the skeptic, pointed at the array of food laid out on the table and asked, “Do you really think we can eat this?” His tone was laced with incredulity, mirroring the shared skepticism of the group.
Dino, with his trademark optimism, countered with a hopeful smile, “I think we have hope.” His comment was an attempt to inject some positivity into the conversation, despite the prevailing doubts.
“We have to go both ways?” Hoshi inquired, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yes,” Luna confirmed, nodding.
“It’s impossible,” Minghao interjected, his voice tinged with resignation.
“Can you make it one way?” Jeonghan proposed, turning to negotiate with PD Na. His plea was a bid to simplify the task, showing his willingness to find a compromise.
“All right. It’s time to make a decision. We’re not here to fight,” PD Na began, his voice cutting through the chatter. The members nodded in agreement, their collective attention now focused on the resolution of the issue.
[We want peace]
“In this situation, it should be one way,” PD Na decreed, offering a pragmatic solution. The members, relieved by the compromise, clapped in appreciation. Their gratitude was palpable, a collective sigh of relief that was evident in their cheers.
“He cut it to half,” Seungkwan remarked, his tone reflecting the relief shared by everyone present.
“Thank you,” Luna said, her voice sincere as she expressed her thanks to PD Na.
“Let’s do this,” S.Coups declared, his voice brimming with resolve as he rallied the group.
“Yet, there are more people than other teams,” PD Na pointed out, referencing the discrepancy in team sizes. The members nodded, acknowledging the fairness of the observation.
[Yet you made us go both ways?]
The studio buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and playful banter as PD Na readied the group for the next round of the quiz game.
“Who’s going first?” PD Na asked, looking around at the eager faces.
“Mingyu keeps scoring,” Hoshi announced with a grin, nodding toward the tall figure next to him. “He’s good.”
Luna, who had been listening intently, added her agreement with a nod. “He’s good.” Her gaze shifted to Mingyu, who was seated right next to her. Starting with Mingyu would indeed mean that Luna would be second in line for the quiz— a strategic position she was content with.
“Luna is good too,” PD Na said, acknowledging her skill with a knowing smile.
“You saw the questions. Been practicing?” PD Na asked Dino.
“Yes, I got them all,” Dino answered confidently, giving a nod. His assurance was a source of added confidence for the team.
[Dino was very close]
“I bet Seungkwan knows everyone,” PD Na remarked, turning to the enthusiastic member next to Dino. Seungkwan nodded a sparkle of pride in his eyes.
“S.Coups, what about you?” PD Na inquired, shifting the spotlight to the leader who had yet to score a point.
“Half and half,” S.Coups replied with a shrug, his tone a mix of casual defeat and humor. His track record wasn’t stellar, but he took it all in stride.
“Take it easy. Don’t let it pressure you,” Mingyu advised, leaning back in his seat with a relaxed demeanor. His casual posture was a stark contrast to the tension in the air.
“Okay. I’ll sit like you too,” S.Coups said, mimicking Mingyu’s laid-back position with a playful smirk.
“Sit arrogant like me,” Mingyu said confidently. “Take it easy. You know these people.” His words were meant to reassure but came across with his signature blend of confidence and humor.
“If you reach Wonwoo, you win,” PD Na reminded them, referencing the ultimate goal of the game. Wonwoo, who was sitting quietly and watching the proceedings with an amused expression, was the benchmark they were all aiming for.
Seungkwan, who, catching the infectious enthusiasm in the room, declared with a confident grin, “Let’s do this.”
“We can do it,” Dokyeom added, his voice brimming with encouragement.
“We can do it,” Minghao echoed, his tone matching Dokyeom’s optimism. The repetition of the sentiment helped solidify the group's collective resolve.
“There are still five dishes,” Hoshi pointed out, his statement a reminder of the prize.
With the final pep talk and the remainder of the remaining dishes, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The scene was set for the next phase of their comedic and unpredictable variety game show adventure, leaving viewers eagerly awaiting to see how the competition would unfold.
[To be continued in Clip 1-4]
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