#hong joshua reaction

[cheolism]

how svt react to you asking for a kiss

➥ 2k words total

➥ tags: ot13. fluff and romance. teasing. pet names (angel, dove, baby), but no explicit mention to gender. some suggestiveness.

➥ choi seungcheol 

he gets incredibly mischievous about it. seungcheol’s eyes get a little sparkle, his cherry pink lips perk up in a smile. he’ll act coy, leaning against the wall, bracing himself against the counter, cocking his head. “me? you wanna kiss me?” and when you nod, he’ll let his smile twist into a satisfied smirk. he’ll slip a hand to your jaw and guide your lips to his. when you two pull away he’ll take in the flutter of your lashes, the way your lips remain parted, as if you’re still wrapped up in the kiss, and he’ll find that he can’t help but kiss you again. he loves it when you ask for affection, loves it when you unconsciously stroke his ego and make him feel wanted and desired. 

➥ yoon jeonghan

like seungcheol, jeonghan gets mischievous about it. he loves teasing you, the cutest person in the world. he’ll giggle, leaning and placing his hands on your cheeks so he can squish them together. “does my little dove want a kiss?” he’ll ask, delighted. if you huff and roll your eyes he’ll laugh some more before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you’ll pout and say not there, and he’ll pretend not to know what you want, pressing kisses to the rest of your face and laughing as you whine for him to kiss your lips. if, when he asks if you want a kiss, you nod and widen your eyes, the picture of innocence painted on your face, he’ll coo and oblige, complimenting you on how absolutely adorable his little dove is. 

➥ hong joshua

the maknae of the 95-line is not immune to impishness. josh’ll giggle his little airy laugh, eyes crinkling with delight and adoration. he’ll turn back to whatever he’s doing, feigning indifference. “sorry baby, but i need to finish this level in my game.” when you whine, tugging on his clothes, he’ll giggle some more. you’ll have to call him joshie in a cute little way for him to drop the act. he just likes to see you desperate for him, likes to see your feathers ruffled. but as soon as you’re acting cute it’s game over, and he’ll feel his heart stutter in his chest. then josh will pull you into his arms, pressing kisses to your mouth and apologizing. “sorry, baby, you’re just so cute when you’re desperate for my kisses.”

➥ wen junhui

he might not hear you at first, lost in his phone. but once you press against him, laying your cheek against his arm and peering up at him with wide eyes, he’ll be trapped. it’s not hard to get jun where you want him. he’ll drop his phone and turn to you, eyes wide and delighted. jun loves affection, loves the feeling of being loved and how it feels to give his love. jun will guide your face to his and kiss you, loudly saying how he guesses he’ll take time out of his busy schedule to kiss his darling. but the whole time he does it he’ll be grinning, his smile seemingly taking up half of his face. just so you’re warned, however, that there’s no asking for just one kiss from junhui. if you ask for one, he’ll give you a hundred. so you better be prepared for him kissing you, pulling away and acting as if he’s done, only to press forward again. “sorry. one more kiss, then we’re done!”

➥ kwon soonyoung

just like junhui, if you ask for one kiss you’ll be getting a hundred. soonyoung will drop everything to kiss you, to give you affection. if he’s not making you feel loved then what’s the point?! he’ll grin wickedly, draw you into his arms and wrap himself around you. he’ll act like some middle school boy, all giggly and coy. he might even wiggle his way over to you, giggling and boyish. it might take you more effort to get his attention if he’s practicing. you’ll have to be dramatic about it, sighing and flopping on the ground. you’ll have to bemoan how you’re withering away, and soonyoung will catch sight of you. he’ll pull his shirt up from his stomach to wipe at his face as he makes his way over to you, dropping on the floor next to you. he’ll press a chaste kiss to your lips and apologize for working so hard, but will promise to make it up to you. 

➥ jeon wonwoo

if you ask for a kiss in public, at the most you’ll get a quick little peck on the lips. more often than not it’ll be a discrete little kiss to your cheek with wonwoo fighting to keep his face passive. if you’re cooking and ask for one wonwoo will immediately oblige, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself into your side. he’ll press quick kisses along your neck and jaw before he’s using a finger to turn your face so he can kiss your mouth. while he’s gaming or reading is another story again. you’ve learned to compromise at this point in your relationship. you can slide up next to him, tug on his sleeve and look at him pitifully. wonwoo will glance at you and immediately know what you’re warning, and he’ll promise as soon as he finishes his game or chapter, he’s all yours. and he’ll make it up to you, sliding one hand into your hair and the other around your waist, guiding you into him, his mouth finding its home against yours. 

➥ lee jihoon

you’ll have to ask when no one is looking. you’ll have to hold him back from leaving the car, letting others pile out before the two of you. then you’ll have to be quick, as to not arouse suspicion. everyone will know what you were doing in the car anyways, jihoon’s attempts at disguising the flutter of his heart falling short. if he’s in his studio, working away, he’ll have his headphones on. and so the best way going about it, you’ve found, is to start kissing him. press kisses to his biceps, trace them up the path of his arm to his shoulder; press them to his neck. by the time you’re kissing his jaw he’s fighting the urge to smile. he’ll stop what he’s doing, sigh, and take off his headphones. “how am i supposed to get any work done when you’re here?” he’ll pout, grabbing your face and holding it. but don’t let jihoon’s gruff fool you. he’ll know what you’re up to as soon as you kiss his arm, and each and every time you do it he’ll allow you, heart picking up speed in his chest. 

➥ lee seokmin 

asking seokmin for a kiss is walking into a trap. as soon as you’re pouting up at him, he’s cooing at you and launching himself into your space, lips pressing rapid kisses over your face. you won’t be able to get a word in, and the more you protest the more time it’ll take for his attack to be over. but if you look at him after he’s done kissing you and he finds you particularly cute, be ready for it to start all over again. he’ll tell you how pretty you are, how cute you are, how much he loves you. if you’re around people when you ask, be prepared for something quick and shy. his cheeks will color and he’ll glance around to make sure no one’s watching. sometimes seokmin will act coy about it, teasing you. he’ll wrinkle his nose at you, grinning. “oh, does my pretty angel want a kiss from me?” and he’ll listen to you whine and pout for a handful of minutes before he’s wrapping his arms around you, his mouth sliding against yours. 

➥ kim mingyu

he’ll turn to you, turning the heat on the stove down low. mingyu will take you into his arms, hook one of his fingers underneath your chin and tilt your face up towards him. he’ll smirk, pride coursing through his veins at seeing you so desperate for his kisses, so desperate for him. “aigoo,” he’ll coo, taking no measure to keep the smug look off of his face. “how cute you look right now, wanting me so much.” he’ll listen to you argue for a couple of seconds, listen to how you beg for a kiss. then mingyu will be grabbing your waist and setting you on the counter, pressing himself between your legs, attaching his mouth to yours. or, if you’re just in the mood for some chaste kissing and love, you’ll rest your head against your arm and peer up at him. he’ll coo at you, taking your face in his hands. he’ll kiss you, complimenting you all the while, how cute you are, how sweet your lips are against his. 

➥ xu minghao

ask him in front of someone and he’ll act like a scandalized grandma seeing you wear shorts that don’t reach your knees for the first time. if you’re feeling needy in public the best thing to do is just lean against him; he’ll wrap an arm around you, holding you close. but in private? ask minghao for a kiss and he’s trying to suppress his grin, sliding his bookmark into place. he’ll softly scold you, saying things like how you’re always trying to distract him, how you hate it when his attention isn’t on you for more than five seconds. meanwhile his body will be betraying him, minghao opening his arms and coaxing you into his lap. finally once you’re seated on his thighs he’ll grin up at you, a satisfied look on his face. “go on,” he’ll say, cocky. “you wanted a kiss so bad. go ahead and kiss me, then.”

➥ boo seungkwan 

he’ll be busy texting on his phone, of course. or he’s watching a variety show, giggling along. if you ask for a kiss he’ll press a chaste one to your temple, not really paying attention. you’ll have to act cute, tugging on his sleeve, murmuring kwannie. seungkwan is weak for cute things, from puppies and kittens to moon junhui’s three-set cat aegyo. as soon as you’re acting pitiful for his attention he’s watching you, endeared. he’ll begin to mimic you, pitching his voice higher or lower to imitate your own voice. he’ll cup your cheeks, squishing them together, further endearing you to him. he’ll ask you want you want, and as soon as you’re saying you just want a kiss he’s giggling, pulling you close. he’ll still be laughing as he kisses your forehead and cheek, until eventually his lips land on yours. 

➥ chwe hansol 

you’ll have to say it outright. when you stand in front of him, hands on your hips, peering down at him. he’ll peer up at you, confused. “me? you want to kiss me?” and then you’ll roll your eyes and say yes, of course you want to kiss your boyfriend! and he’ll grin, shaking his head and setting aside his phone, acting as if someone was trying to gift him a car or something. he’ll guide you to settle in his lap, arms loosely wrapping around your middle. then hansol will blink at you, waiting. you’ll roll your eyes and push forward, pressing your lips against his. hansol will assume you meant a one-and-done type of deal, and when you’re sliding your mouth against his again, after the first initial peck, he’ll be surprised. but then hansol, who’s easily adaptable, will realize just want you’re wanting, and he’ll be all for it. 

➥ lee chan

ask chan for a kiss and he’s immediately getting cocky. lee chan loves feeling needed, loves it when you ask for things. whether it’s help reaching something or a kiss, chan is immediately puffing out his chest and grinning. he’ll raise his eyebrows. “oh, you want a kiss, do you?” and he’ll maintain this cocky attitude until your lips are nearing his. and then he’s giggling, so much so that he can barely kiss you. you’ll pull away, frowning. chan will try and suppress his laughter, one hand going to your hip to hold you still and keep you from backing up further, the other sliding to hold your jaw. “sorry, i’m sorry baby. one more chance.” and then chan is kissing you properly, like he’s made to do it. he’ll put passion into your kisses, just as he does singing and dancing, pouring his love into every single press of your lips, every single slide of his tongue against yours. he’ll apologize for not giving you attention through his kiss and won’t let up until he’s satisfied. 

[hoshifighting]

Anklet Adorned

Preview: "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice dripping with arrogance as he resumes his relentless pace. "You like it when I fuck you so hard that even your anklet can't stay quiet." he refers to the charms from the anklet he made for you, making little noises continuously synchronized with his thrusts.

Warnings: Smut, hard slutty smutty hard awesome sex, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, degradation, praising, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fingering, messy sex, sloppy, chocking, crying, aftercare, doggy style and etc.

Word Count: 3.7k

This smut was created through a request, thank you anon, I LOVED writing this one! (click here to be sent to the request)

Joshua, with his deft fingers and boundless imagination, had a passion for crafting bracelets. Be it beads or strings, he could weave magic with his hands, creating intricate designs that sparkled with personality.

Every day, Joshua would surprise you with a new bracelet, each one a unique masterpiece that told a story. He'd fill you with joy as he slipped it onto your wrist, his eyes gleaming with pride and love. From vibrant colors to delicate patterns, each bracelet was a reflection of his affection for you.

What made Joshua's gesture even more endearing was his knack for matching the bracelets to your outfits. No matter how last-minute your wardrobe choices were, he always managed to craft a bracelet that perfectly complemented your look. His dedication and attention to detail never ceased to amaze you.

One Friday evening, as you curled up on the couch watching a movie, Joshua sat beside you, his fingers busy at work with his latest bracelet creation. You watched him intently, admiring his skill and dedication as he meticulously threaded beads together, lost in his own little world of creativity.

But then, just when you least expected it, Joshua leaned over and gently slipped something around your ankle. Startled, you looked down to see a delicate anklet adorned with an array of pretty charms dangling from it. Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected surprise.

"Surprise," Joshua whispered, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he admired his handiwork.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth flood your heart. The anklet was exquisite, a perfect blend of elegance and whimsy, just like Joshua himself. Each charm seemed to hold a story of its own, and you couldn't wait to hear the tale behind this new creation.

Joshua adored the moments when your legs rested gently on his lap, your smooth skin inviting his touch. With tender affection, he would run his fingers along the length of your legs, reveling in the sensation of your warmth beneath his fingertips. But what captivated him most was the anklet adorning your ankle, its delicate charms dancing playfully against your skin.

As your legs lay draped across his lap, Joshua found himself mesmerized by the contrast of the anklet against your skin tone. The intricate charms seemed to come alive with each movement, casting dappled shadows across your legs as they swayed gently to the rhythm of your breathing.

"So, what do you want to do tonight, babe?" You ask.

"Hmm, I can think of a few ideas." Joshua trails his fingers along the curve of your thigh. "Well, we could keep watching this movie..." his hand ventures higher, teasingly brushing against the hem of your shorts, making you shiver at the touch, biting your lip. 

"Or we could find something... more entertaining." you suggest, brushing your thighs together sensually, immediately capturing his attention.

A slow grin spreads across Joshua's lips as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs huskily, grabbing your thighs harder.

You find yourself lost in the moment, your breath catching in your throat as Joshua's lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances against yours, igniting a fiery passion that courses through your veins.

Before you realize it, Joshua is already on top of you, his weight pressing you into the soft cushions of the couch. With a gentle yet firm touch, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist, drawing you closer to him in a fervent embrace.

His hand finds its way to your throat, applying a slight pressure that sends shivers down your spine. It's a delicate balance of pleasure and restraint, a silent communication of lust between the two of you.

As you melt into his touch, surrendering yourself to the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours and his hand on your throat, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your body. 

Desperately, your hands roam over the hems of Joshua's clothing, driven by a need to feel every inch of his skin against yours. With eager fingers, you fumble with buttons and zippers, determined to strip away any barrier between you and Joshua. 

Joshua chuckles at your needy antics, his eyes alight with amusement and desire as he watches you. Sensing your urgency, he reaches behind him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

The sight of his toned torso, bathed in the soft glow of the room, steals your breath away. Muscles ripple beneath smooth skin, evidence of his strength and vitality. You drink in the sight hungrily, your heart racing with anticipation as you marvel at the beauty before you.

With a low grow, Joshua leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hands roam over your body, as he undresses you with skillful hands. Garment after garment falls away, discarded to the floor in a heap of forgotten fabric.

Lowering his head to meet your dripping pussy, until his gaze meets yours, Joshua captures the expression of excitement in your eyes. He latches his mouth onto your cunt, and you melt on the cushions. 

As Joshua's warm mouth works its magic on your cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you can't help but surrender to the sensations washing over you. With each flick of his tongue and gentle suckle on your clit, he brings you to the brink of ecstasy, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from your lips.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, you instinctively wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the rapture of his touch. The charms of your anklet sway rhythmically against his back and he moans, as he feels the weight of your legs around him, Joshua's excitement grows, fueling his desire to please you even more. With a renewed sense of urgency, he redoubles his efforts.

His tongue slipped inside of your cunt, while he sucked you sloppy, you can feel the slick heat of your arousal dripping down your thighs.

As you feel the impending rush of your orgasm building to its peak, Joshua suddenly pulls his mouth away, leaving you panting and desperate for release. Your legs tremble around nothing, aching for the touch that was just tantalizingly close.

You whine in frustration, your body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure, craving the exquisite release that eludes you. With a glistening chin and a cocky smirk, Joshua looks down at you, reveling in the sight of your desperate desire.

In moments like this, his softness gives way to a confident dominance, his cockiness taking charge as he watches you squirm and beg for more. He loves to see you in this state, your cries and pleads only fueling his desire to push you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

With a teasing glint in his eyes, Joshua leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers words of encouragement and promises of pleasure yet to come. 

"You're so close, aren't you, babe?"

"S-so close!" You protest, your voice tinged with need.

"That's the point," Joshua counters, his tone dripping with confidence. "I want to make you beg for it."

You groan, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing second. "Please," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joshua's smirk widens, his gaze darkening with desire as he watches you squirm beneath him. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin. "Beg for me."

You bite your lip, your body trembling with anticipation. "Please," you whisper again, your voice thick with desire. "I need you."

With a satisfied grin, Joshua leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss. "I know you do," he whispers huskily. "And I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Don't stop now Josh, please…"

Joshua's smirk widens, his confidence palpable as he revels in your neediness. "Oh, I won't stop, sweetheart," he murmurs, his tone dripping with promise. "Tell me how badly you want to come."

You swallow hard, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal at his command. "I want it so bad," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Joshua, I need to come."

"That's better," he says, his hand trailing teasingly along your thigh. "But not yet. I want to see you beg a little more."

You whine in frustration, but there's no denying the thrill that courses through you at his words. Despite the ache of desire that burns within you, you find yourself craving his dominance, eager to submit to his every whim.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Joshua leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing kiss. "You're so beautiful when you beg, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I could watch you squirm all night."

Joshua tilts his head, his gaze fixed on the globs of arousal dripping from you. There's a hunger in his eyes, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches out, his fingers trailing through the slick wetness between your folds. You shiver at his touch, a low moan escaping your lips as he explores your arousal with a confident, knowing touch.

"You're so wet for me…" Despite the embarrassment that floods your cheeks, there's no denying the raw, primal thrill that courses through you at the sight of Joshua's arousal.

With a confident smirk, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. "You like it when I make you this wet, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

As you lie there, too aroused to think, Joshua takes control with a firm yet gentle hand. With a deft movement, he turns you around, pressing your chest against the couch while raising your ass up for him to see. You whimper at the sudden change in position, your body trembling with anticipation and need.

"Look at you," he murmurs softly, his voice laced with desire and dominance. "All spread out for me like a good little slut."

His words cut through the haze of desire, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal overwhelming your senses.

But even as you cry, you can't help but feel a sense of surrender wash over you, knowing that in this moment, Joshua's dominance is all-consuming. His soft degradation only serves to heighten your arousal, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

As your tears wet the fabric of the couch beneath you, Joshua's expression softens, a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he coos at you. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice gentle against your ear. "Let it all out for me. You know I love it when you're so responsive."

As Joshua's tip teases your entrance, you can feel your core ache with longing, craving his touch with an intensity that consumes you. Every teasing brush against your slick folds sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, heightening your arousal to dizzying heights.

His words send a shiver down your spine, your core fluttering in anticipation as you feel him slowly entering you. The sensation of him stretching you open, inch by delicious inch, is almost too much to bear, but you revel in the exquisite pleasure that courses through your veins.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, Joshua pushes deeper into you, his cock filling you completely as you cling to the couch beneath you, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Your walls clench around him, eager to be filled with every inch of his length as you surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

As Joshua fills you completely, you're so tight around him that he can hardly move, every inch of his length enveloped by the delicious warmth of your core.  Joshua almost loses himself in the sensation, his breath hitching at the sheer intensity of your grip. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy, a sight that only serves to fuel his desire further.

"You're so tight, baby," he murmurs, his voice laced with awe and desire as he continues to move within you. "I can barely move... but I love it. I love how you grip me, how you take me so eagerly."

With a hard thrust, Joshua elicits a little sound from you, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he drives into you with unbridled force. But it's not just your reaction that catches his attention—it's the tinkling sound of the anklet adorning your ankle, its charms dancing. With each powerful thrust, the anklet chimes, a sweet melody that fills the room with the rhythm of your pleasure.

"Hmm, what's this?" Joshua muses, his cocky smirk widening as he hears the anklet chime with each of his powerful thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice dripping with arrogance as he resumes his relentless pace. "You like it when I fuck you so hard that even your anklet can't stay quiet."

You can only moan in response, your body writhing beneath him as he continues to slam into you, hitting your g'spot with precision each time. The combination of his cocky demeanor and the relentless stimulation has you teetering on the edge of ecstasy, your moans of pleasure growing louder with each passing moment.

As the knot tightens in your stomach, signaling the imminent arrival of your climax, Joshua senses the impending release building within you. With each thrust, he can feel the tension mounting, your body quivering with the promise of ecstasy.

He glances down, his eyes widening as he notices the telltale sign of your impending orgasm—a white ring forming at the base of his cock where it meets your slick heat. It's a visual confirmation of your impending release, a signal that drives him to push you even further towards the edge.

"I can feel you getting close, baby," Joshua murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he continues to pound into you. "I want you to come for me. I want to feel you clenching around me as you lose yourself in pleasure."

And then, with a guttural cry of release, it happens—the knot in your stomach unravels, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body. Your walls clench around Joshua's cock, milking him for all he's worth as you ride out the waves of your climax.

With a primal hunger still burning in his eyes, Joshua shifts positions, laying you gently on your back. You gasp as the change in position heightens your anticipation, your body tingling with excitement as you await his next move.

Licking three of his fingers, Joshua smirks down at you before slowly sinking them inside of you. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you arch your back in response to the overwhelming sensitivity.

You moan softly as his fingers delve deeper, filling you completely and stretching you to your limits. The wet sounds of your arousal fill the air, mingling with the rhythmic swaying of the anklet adorning your ankle.

Your breath catches in your throat as Joshua curls all three of his fingers inside you, hitting just the right spot that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. With a high-pitched moan escaping your lips, you arch your back, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume you.

Joshua smirks triumphantly, his eyes alight with satisfaction as he watches you writhe beneath him, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. He knows exactly how to push all your buttons, how to drive you wild with need, and he revels in the power he holds over you in this moment.

With one final, powerful thrust of his fingers, Joshua abuses your g'spot relentlessly, driving you over the edge into an explosive climax. You scream in ecstasy as the overwhelming pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing with the force of your release.

In an uncontrollable surge of pleasure, you squirt, your essence spraying out onto Joshua and the couch beneath you. The sensation is electrifying, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through every fiber of your being as you surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming bliss.

Joshua's eyes widen in surprise and delight as he feels you drenching him with your arousal. He revels in the feeling of your release, knowing that he's the one who pushed you to such dizzying heights of pleasure.

As Joshua feels the arousal surging through him at the sight of you squirting, a wicked idea forms in his mind. He can't help but wonder if you could do it again, this time around his cock. With a primal hunger burning in his eyes, he wastes no time in sliding his length inside you once more.

But as you feel him filling you effortlessly once again, you can't help but cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. "I-I can't take it," you whimper, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his size.

But Joshua is quick to reassure you, his voice soft but commanding. "Yes, you can, baby," he murmurs, his hands gentle yet firm as he guides you through the discomfort. "You can take it. Trust me."

Joshua's voice is a husky whisper as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so good, baby," he murmurs, his words sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "I can feel you stretching open for me again, taking me so eagerly."

Despite the mess of white cream coating your pussy, Joshua's cock throbs inside you, pulsing with desire as he continues to drive himself deeper into your clenching warmth. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation.

With each movement, the tightness of your grip around him only serves to heighten Joshua's arousal, driving him to push you even further towards the edge of ecstasy. He revels in the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth as you both surrender yourselves completely to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you.

As the intensity of your pleasure peaks, your nails dig deliciously into Joshua's back, leaving marks of desire in their wake. His cock buried deep inside your cunt, you feel every inch of him pulsating with need, driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

With each thrust, the anklet around your ankle sounds ever louder, a symphony of pleasure that fills the room as you ride the waves of your climax. Joshua can only moan in response, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he feels you tightening around him, your walls gripping him with a desperate hunger.

Feeling the spray of your arousal drenching him and the couch beneath you, Joshua's cock throbs with anticipation, the sensation only serving to heighten his arousal. He can't help but groan in pleasure as he feels you cumming around him again.

Your throat is already sore from the screams of ecstasy that have torn from your lips, your hair clinging to your face in sweaty tendrils as you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

With a guttural groan, Joshua releases himself inside of you, his hot seed filling you completely and adding to the mess already coating your pussy. The sensation of him pulsating within you sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, driving you to the brink of oblivion once more, your vision turning completely black.

As your vision slowly returns, you find yourself enveloped in soft covers, the lingering haze of pleasure still clouding your mind. Confusion washes over you as you take in your surroundings, realizing that you're now clean and showered, the evidence of your passionate encounter with Joshua washed away.

Just as you begin to wonder how it all happened, Joshua appears suddenly in the doorway of the bedroom, a cloth draped casually over his shoulder. His eyes light up with a warm smile as he takes in the sight of you, peaceful and serene in the aftermath of sex.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he says with a gentle smile, crossing the room to sit beside you on the bed. "How are you feeling?"

You blink up at him, still trying to process everything that happened. "I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "What happened? How did I get here?"

Joshua's smile widens as he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I took care of you," he explains softly. "After... everything that happened, I wanted to make sure you were okay. So I cleaned you up, gave you a shower, and tucked you into bed."

You smile gratefully at Joshua, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you at his tender care. "Thank you for taking care of me," you say softly, your voice filled with appreciation.

Joshua returns your smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Of course, baby," he replies, his voice gentle. "I'll always be here for you."

Then, he adds with a chuckle, "Oh, and I took care of the couch too. It's all clean now."

Your smile falters for a moment as you gasp, a wave of mortification washing over you as you realize what he's referring to. For a moment, you had forgotten about the mess you made on the couch in the heat of passion.

"Oh no," you exclaim, feeling embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot..."

You feel a rush of relief flood through you as Joshua cuts you off with a reassuring smile, his warm hand squeezing yours gently. "It's all okay," he reassures you, his voice filled with understanding and love.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. "Thank you," you murmur, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you relax into his comforting embrace.

But then, Joshua's words catch you off guard, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he adds, "And you know what?" he adds, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You looked so hot while you squirted."

[seungcheorry]

morning after with svt.

COLLABORATION WITH @kozukensgf 🎀

suggested by anon, i wrote these drabbles and the amazing hazel wrote the texts. read these first, and then the texts. (:

texts with svt (morning after ver) can be found here.

seungcheol is too soft for his own good. whether he has feelings for you or not, he's the type to stay around for a bit and wait until you wake up so he can say goodbye properly. will probably decline your offer of breakfast though (politely, of course).

jeonghan likes to watch you sleep, so of course he stays around too. if he's not that busy, he will also wait until you're awake to leave - but differently from cheol, he will accept your offer to eat first. now, if he has schedules that day, he'll be out the door as soon as you open your eyes.

joshua is a cutie, so he stays too. he actually wakes up after you, chasing after the sounds you're making around the house. he will be the one to offer to make breakfast or take you out to eat. it doesn't matter if he has feelings for you or not, he considers you a friend? so of course he'll treat you right (the sex is just a plus).

junhui feels kinda awkward once he wakes up. he knows he doesn't like you enough to have romantic feelings for you, so the intimacy of seeing you sleep or taking a shower with you is too overwhelming. he leaves before you wake up, but makes sure to leave a little something for you before he does.

hoshi is a heavy sleeper after sex, so chances are you'll wake up first. he's more than happy to see you still beside him scrolling through your phone as soon as he wakes up. he's the type to run his mouth about anything and everything, bonding with you beyond your steamy times. he's such a darling, he just wants you to be comfortable around him.

wonwoo is quiet, the morning after. he isn't sure if he likes you like that, but he does like your company, your body, the way you make him feel... so it always hits him, after he has sex with you, that he should figure his feelings out. he stays with you for breakfast too, grateful for the way mornings are usually quiet around you. he leaves with a heavy heart before lunch though, but knowing damn well he'll come back to your bed soon.

there's no morning after with woozi, as he leaves in the middle of the night, both because he can't sleep and he doesn't know how to deal with the "aftwards", especially if he doesn't love you. he's not an asshole though, so he texts you an apology when he knows you're awake and tells you that it was fun seeing you again, and that you should definitely go visit him on his studio sometime.

dokeyom is similar to hoshi, i think. he just wants you to be comfortable around him, so he's just his sunshine form when he's around you the morning after. he also stays, for as long as he can/you will have him, but always tell you "hey, i can go whenever you want" - no, dokyeom, you can't. you want to stay. you know you do.

mingyu is the type to wake up earlier than you, take a shower (because of course he already feels at home with you), and then proceed to make you something to eat. he shyly smiles when you come find him in your kitchen. even though the relationship he has with you is mainly sexual, his mom didn't raise a player - so he'll pay you back for having him on your bed somehow.

minghao stays with you. there's this spoken thing between the two of you, where you're not truly fwb but also you're not mere acquaintances - so he's comfortable enough to sleep next to you, but draws the line when it comes to breakfast together. he's out the door as soon as he has taken a shower (alone, of course).

seungkwan leaves as soon as he wakes up, not because he wants to, but because he's most likely late for something. he definitely texts you later, thanking you for the night and promising to see you soon. might also send something to your house, like your favorite dessert or something, since he couldn't stay as he usually does.

vernon doesn't stay. if he doesn't have feelings for you he's more than grateful that you let him have his way with you and always make sure to not be a player, and that includes leaving (it's not right after though, he takes his time to calm down and if you are already asleep by the time he decides to leave, he wakes you up. he will never leave without telling you so).

dino stays because he wants to be with you. i can't see this sweet boy not falling in love or getting obsessed with you, so deal with it. will crack jokes just to see you smile in the morning, and already knows how you like your coffee/tea. his smile falters when you tell him you have plans for the day, a polite way to tell him he can't stay for too long.

[babyleostuff]

౨ৎ voicemails joshua hong leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: darling) warnings: one slightly dirty joke

...one: i saw you called me, sorry i didn’t pick up darling, we were busy shooting some stuff. wait (pause) it’s past midnight at home, what aren’t you sleeping? get your ass to bed right now

...two: now i see why you’re always so pissed when i ghost you, call me back now! or text me. or send me a picture, i don’t care

...three: how mad would you be if i shaved my head? i think i'm going through an existential crisis or something. but that’s because you’re not here with me. (pause) anyway, dino and seungkwan were arguing again and i wanted to record it for you, but i left my phone somewhere

...four: i went for a walk today and it was so beautiful, you wouldn’t believe how nice it was there! but then, for the rest of the walk, all i could think about was how wonderful it would be if you were here with me

...five: i miss you so much today. how are you? how was your day. call me back as soon as you can darling

...six: my mum just called and the first thing she asked for was you. not going to lie, i felt a bit offended. you're lucky i love you though. she also said something about coming to korea but now i'm not so sure if i want her to come here because i feel like she'll be all over you and forget about me. her son. stop stealing my mum from me

...seven: did you like the accessories i put on for the encore today? i took some photos for you, but i'm not sure how they turned out since i was in such a hurry, i literally almost forgot about putting shoes back on, so if they're blurry i'm sorry

...eight: it sucks sleeping alone. wish you were here

...nine: make sure to dress warmly today, and i mean it! if i hear even a single sneeze when i come home I'm going to tie you to the bed and not in the way you like

...ten: just a week left. we can do it darling

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[trblsvt]

★ random scenarios with seventeen members

genre: fluff, slight angst | warnings: alcohol consumption, some self-doubt for one section, maybe language i can’t remember, and suggestive (?) innuendos ig | lowercase intended

choi seungcheol

seungcheol gripped your hand under the table. it was an idle conversation with your parents. it was about time to go and he felt like he didn’t have anything left to talk about. “oh, well, like i said earlier, i just knew ___ was it for me,” he laughed nervously as both of you made your way to the front door.  “that’s so sweet, seungcheol!” your mom gushed. your dad had opted to just smile and nod through most of the night. “mom, please,” you pleaded softly. “cheol has a long day tomorrow, so we should probably get going.”

“ah yes! i’m sorry, i just really loved meeting you after all this time!” your mom smiled. “come visit us again, seungcheol. we can see how happy you’ve made ___. you’re the only thing ___ always talks about!” seungcheol grinned politely at that.

“mom,” there was that warning tone in your voice that you knew seungcheol would tease you about it later. 

“okay, okay, i’ll let you go, but i expect weekly calls now!” she relented. seungcheol and you exchanged your final goodbyes, and when you reached his car he was smiling ear to ear. “the only thing you talk about, huh?” he teased.

“shut it, cheol,” you grumbled. 

“come on, babe, you know you love me.”

“if you bring this up ever again, i might not.”

yoon jeonghan

so you’ve always known that jeonghan got cold easily. he would shiver at a passing breeze at the beginning of fall. even though his teeth would be chattering he would offer up his coat for you if you were cold too. but you would always have such warms hands that he couldn’t help himself from holding onto. 

one night, you were sitting on your couch half-heartedly watching the tv when you heard jeonghan unlocking your front door. “hi, honey,” you called out. “how was work?” “it was fine,” jeonghan said, rustling around in the cramped entrance of your apartment. he flung off his shoes and made his way over to you where you were on the couch. you looked warm all cuddled up in your blanket. he on the other hand looked frigid. “i’m cold,” he stated. you smiled at him, and his frozen body would’ve thawed at that. he practically pounced on you as he slid under the blanket with you. “here, give me your hands,” you whispered. he watched as you took them into yours and rubbed them together softly. the soft friction warming his hands and his heart. he smiled as he pulled his hands away and found purchase on the exposed skin at your waist as your arms came and wrapped around his neck. “thanks for always warming me up,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

“corny,” you sighed cuddling closer to him. 

hong joshua

you didn’t realize that painting your small studio apartment was going to be such a process, but you were doing it with josh, so of course it was going to be a process. a long and difficult process.

“get back here, hong!” you yelled. you were now covered in paint and only mildly annoyed. you heard his laugh on the opposite side of the room, which was small to begin with. when you finally made your way you didn’t waste any time splattering paint all over him. he yelped when he felt the cold paint splatter against his clothes and neck. “___! that’s cold!” he gasped grabbing you from behind as you tried to run away. 

“josh! let go of me! we need to finish painting today,” you whined.

“you started this, darling,” he whispered behind you as he pressed light kisses to your neck and shoulder.

wen junhui

sure, this was a bit pathetic. you were a grown up and you couldn’t even deal with a roach that had crawled out into the middle of your kitchen. now you were standing on the counter yelling for jun. “what? what’s wrong?” he burst into the main kitchen area. he looked at you standing on the counter and then glanced to where the roach was. “oh,” he laughed. “let me save you, sweetheart.”

he coolly got a cup and a makeshift lid. you watched as he carefully approached the roach and smoothly scooped it up so it sat in the cup. he held up it, “not so scary when you’re in there now, are you?”

“stop talking to the roach!” you yelled at him. he smiled as he moved to take the roach outside somewhere. but not before he fake tripped and fake threw the roach cup at you. “jun!” you screamed at him, but you were smiling. he nodded and brought it outside.

jun came back in swiftly with an empty cup, and he threw in the trash. “come here,” he smiled and helped you down from the counter. “a kiss for your knight in shining armor?”

“of course, my prince.”

kwon soonyoung

“did you get my email?” he asked through the phone.

“yes,” you replied.

“did you read it?”

“no.”

“then that defeats the purpose of the email.”

“we’re not getting a dog.” 

“come on, i spent two hours on that power point!” 

you sighed. you knew he had been wanting a dog for the longest time, but it just wasn’t realistic. you worked, he worked. the poor animal would be left all alone. “soonyoung, we can’t get a dog right now! it’s just not realistic! we don’t even live together,” you tried to reason with your pouting boyfriend.

“then let’s move in together,” he said, you could practically hear the shrug in his voice. you froze. the light-hearted argumentative spirit that you were completely prepared to use evaporated. “i can’t believe you’re asking me this over the phone,” your voice less confident than you wanted it to be.

“that’s a weird way of saying yes, babe,” soonyoung chuckled. 

“i’m saying yes to moving in, not a dog,” you sighed lightly.

“how about a bird?”

“i’ll think about a dog.”

jeon wonwoo

“___, babe. i have a question,” wonwoo nudged you gently. you groggily turned over in the covers, his hands still resting on your waist. it was the middle of the night, and you couldn’t possibly fathom what wonwoo could be asking you at this hour. maybe he was concerned that your family didn’t like him, but you had already reassured him that was not the case. 

so here you were, in the guest room of your parents’ house waiting for wonwoo to ask the question he felt was so important he had to wake you up. “if this is the guest room, why are there glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars in here?” he finally asked. 

unbelievable.

“i’m going back to sleep,” you said, cuddling deeper into the covers. he grabbed your shoulders lightly before you could turn away from him. “come on, ___, tell me,” he teased. 

“the bed in my room is too small, which is why we’re in the guest room right now. so when i had friends sleep over, we stayed in here. it was a bit boring in here, so i needed to add some stars. it makes it look my room,” you explained. 

“cute,” he sighed, kissing you softly. 

lee jihoon

you stared at the five empty coffee mugs sitting on jihoon’s desk. that couldn’t be healthy. “ever considered a different choice of beverage, babe?” you teased lightly. jihoon looked up from his notebook and at the miscellaneous cat mugs on his desk. “maybe a coke?” he suggested.

“a beverage that isn’t caffeinated perhaps?” you tried again. 

“are you suggesting i drink water?” he frowned. 

“lee jihoon...”

“fine, fine, yeah. i’ll get water in a second.” you were satisfied with that, so you walked over to him and planted a kiss on his forehead which he jokingly groaned at. 

lee seokmin

seokmin was hammered. gone. inebriated. “___! you are the most beautiful-ist amazing-ist person i’ve ever met,” he mumbled into your neck. 

“you stink, seokmin,” you whined.

“i took a shower!” he slurred.

“stink of alcohol. but maybe you need another shower, babe.” you tried to push him away so you could start undressing him to get a shower. your hands played with the hem of his shirt and began lifting it until he swatted your hands away. “woah! ask me on date first! already trying to see me naked,” he shrieked.

“seok, please i’m just trying to help you out of these clothes so you can get a shower. plus i’ve already seen you naked,” you sighed. he gasped, scandalized, “have i seen you naked?” you nodded. he gasped again. “okay fine,” he relented as he let you guide him to the bathroom. 

“pretty boy,” you mumbled as you helped him out of his clothes and into the shower. “i’ll be out here if you need anything, babe.” 

“okay, ___. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me! i love you!” he shouted, the warm water and steam already bringing him back to his senses. 

“love you too, seok!”

kim mingyu

“i can’t believe we’re arguing over the fact that i made dinner,” you grumbled. 

“babe, it’s not about that,” mingyu shot back. 

“then what’s it about?”

he paused. he looked around. then he looked you dead in the eyes. “because i’m never home,” he finally said. now you were even more confused. he must’ve noticed because he decided to clarify. “you work so hard every day. you come home to an empty house, and i feel like i need to make up for it,” he sighed. you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. he easily reciprocated. the two of you just stood there enjoying each others company, something you didn’t have a chance to do often. “thank you, gyu. for everything you do. just let me do things for you too,” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he sighed.

xu minghao

it was supposed to be a surprise, but a certain kwon soonyoung had a big mouth and spoiled your fun. “you really didn’t have to drive me all the way out here just so we could go to a bookstore,” minghao chuckled. 

“no, i did!” you exclaimed, mildly offended that he would even think that. “deal is, you can buy as many books as i can carry.”

“so what, like two?”

“really funny. don’t make me rescind my offer.”

there was something about watching minghao casually stroll around the book store. something lovely. but you noticed that he picked up a book you knew he already read. “hao, you checked that out from the library last month,” you mentioned.

“i know,” he laughed to himself. “it’s for you.” quietly he passed you the book he had just picked up, and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. 

boo seungkwan

“do you think i’m handsome?” seungkwan asked out of the blue. 

“yes,” you said without hesitation or glancing up from your computer.

“do you think i’m funny?”

“yes.”

“do you think i-”

“seungkwan, what’s this about?” you stopped him before he could continue. he shrugged, “just making sure.” you squint your eyes at him. that was a lie. his demeanor was weird and he wasn’t looking at you. “kwan, look at me,” you commanded softly. he didn’t. you lightly held his face in your hands. “kwan, listen to me. you are the sweetest, nicest, handsomest,” you paused while he giggled and blushed, “funniest person i’ve ever met, and i am so lucky to have you in my life.”

“thank you. i really needed to hear that,” he muttered kissing your hand that was still holding his face. “i love you.”

“i love you too, kwan.”

choi vernon

“do you want to get married?” he asked. that was bit direct. you were standing in the middle of the grocery store when he asked. was this the place that he would propose? you had always considered it, and given that you had been with vernon for almost three years, it was a valid one. “like - right now?” you asked for a clarification as you reached for some chips. 

it was almost as if he didn’t realize the question he had asked. “oh! no! yeah! i meant like, do you want to get married in the future, or do you want to get married some time,” he rushed to clarify. it was sort of cute how flustered he was. “i mean like it would totally be cool to get married right now, but i see how my question could be confusing. i would totally want to eventually marry you, but like not if you didn’t want me to, you know. or like not if you didn’t want to right now. i’m not forcing you to do anything. geez, that was a weird question, i don’t know why i-,” he just kept going.

“vernon, babe,” you stared at him. “i totally want to marry you eventually too, only if you want, you know?” he smiled at that.

lee chan

what a dork. “i didn’t- i didn’t think it was actually going to be sad! why didn’t you tell me it was going to be sad!” chan sniffled.

“yes i did!” you insisted.

“well you didn’t say it was going to be sad sad!”

“what does that even mean?” you laughed throwing your arms around your emotionally distressed boyfriend. it was his idea to watch the notebook in the first place. you did warn him that the ending wasn’t going to be flowery and rainbows, but he reassured you that he could take whatever this “dumb romance” movie could throw at him. “you’re such a baby,” you cooed at him. 

“i am not a baby,” he sniffed. he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in your neck. you could feel his wet tearstained cheeks on your neck and you chuckled lightly. “you’ll stay with me like that, right?” he suddenly asked. “if i ever forget, you’ll come and visit me all the time, right?”

“of course, chan,” you smiled and patted his hair. “i’ll stay with you.”

“good.”

min | well first seventeen post on my new seventeen blog ALKSJDASL i came from my main blog, so this was new. maybe follow maybe leave a comment IDK this is my first time writing in a while not proofread

[toruro]

svt ’95 line forgetting your birthday

tags: angst

other lines: '96, '97, '98+'99

a/n: my first time doing fake texts!!! pls lmk how they turned out and if u enjoyed ^^

seungcheol

jeonghan

joshua

[badalivie]

 when you faint on stage

warnings: unhealthy diets, cursing, and some mentions of blood 

seungcheol!

“I can’t. My performance is in a couple minutes” You huffed, almost tripping over because of the lack of feeling you had in your left leg.

“slow down” Seungcheol grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you back up on your feet “y/n please.” Just as he tried to beg you again, your group was called to perform. He could only watch as you hauled yourself onto the stage and smiled brightly, waving and making hearts at the cameras. He hated seeing his members in pain during performances and not being able to do anything to help them. So imagine how he felt watching you, the love of his life, haul yourself onto the stage like a soldier with a duty to battle.

After 3 excruciating minutes, you were able to finish the performance. Seungcheol kept his eyes on you like a hawk throughout the performance. Biting his nails, tapping his foot, peeling the skin on his lips. He felt like his heart was going to burst from worry. The way your eyes began to close and the way your foot was fighting for balance didn’t go unnoticed by him. Just as the lights shut off, you lost consciousness. Seungcheol was fast enough to catch you before you hit the ground, tearing his slacks as his knees slid across the floor. “Y/n, doll, come on” He lightly tapped your cheeks and stroked your head “Fuck.” He cursed, picking you up bridal style and running to your waiting room.

“I don’t care what you think! I’m asking you why you thought it was okay to overwork y/n like this! Extreme diets, 17 hour schedules, are you out of your mind?! You think being an idol is easy?”

The voice of your boyfriend yelling slowly woke you up. “Baby..?” You muttered. Seungcheol’s head snapped towards you when he heard your voice and he instantly kneeled down to your eye level while you lay on the couch.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He smiled sweetly while he waved your manager and other staff away with one motion of his hand.

“Dizzy” you replied, trying to get up

“hey hey, slow down” Seungcheol placed his hands on your back and helped you sit up. “drink.” He gently held your chin as he guided you to drink from the water bottle he had bought earlier, feeding you like a baby. You drank a good amount before pushing the bottle away. “Good girl.” Seungcheol cooed, stroking the side of your head and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“what happened?”

“you passed out.” He frowned

“Oh shit not again” you face palmed. Seungcheol’s eyebrows crashed together.

“again? how many times has this happened?” He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it away from your face, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me.” He pressed.

“Just like… three or four times”

A serious, yet worried, expression washed over his features. “I knew it. I knew something was up with you. Why didn’t you tell me?” You sensed a hint of anger in his voice even though he tried his hardest to suppress it. You knew how careful he was with you, always making sure you never bumped into anything or strained yourself too much (which you were grateful for), so you didn’t want to trouble him when you started passing out and kept it a secret.

“because I knew you’d react like this.” You sighed.

His face scrunched up in what seemed to be annoyance before he took a breath and relaxed “of course I’m going to react like this, y/n. I’m your boyfriend, all I want is for you to be happy, and healthy. You can’t expect me to be anything less than worried.” He sighed, eventually calming down, and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” You said, attempting to calm his nerves knowing he was probably exploding internally. You rubbed your hands up and down his arms, which you could feel made him physically relax. “It won’t happen again.”

“It definitely won’t. I’ll make sure of that. You’re gonna be okay. I’m here now.”

He’d definitely watch over you like a hawk for the rest of the month. He’d make sure you ate 3 meals a day and had a decent amount of sleep. Your manager adjusted your schedule to make it a bit lighter. How could he not? He was too scared to find out what Seungcheol would to do him if he didn’t ease up on you.

jeonghan!

“so you think I’m weak and can’t handle it?”

“That’s not what I meant at all and you know it.” Jeonghan exasperated

“Yeah well, that’s what it sounded like to me.”

Jeonghan sighed and reached for your arm, rubbing up and down “I just worry for you... That’s all...” Before you could respond, your group was called to the stage. The heartbreak he felt when you shook his hand off was incomprehensible. It started off as a joke. He was teasing you about how pale you were, but when he noticed how weak you actually were, his mood changed. “You can’t go on stage like this y/n.” “You’re too... frail...” “Look at you! You look like you’re going to fall over any minute!” Were some of the things he said. Considering your exhaustion and all his prior teasing, you were not having any of it, which lead to a small dispute.

Jeonghan quietly returned to his seat by his members when the event continued. He kept his eyes fixated on you the whole time. Every time your balance faltered, and when your knees hit the ground too hard, he flinched in his seat. You managed to get to the end of the performance, but before you could strike the ending pose, you fell to the ground. The crowd gasped and the camera flashes went wild.

Jeonghan calmly stood up and excused himself from his members, who all understood where he was going. He heard the voices of your concerned members through the speakers, but he never sped up his pace as he made his way backstage. The pace he was walking at was driving him insane. When he got backstage, away from the cameras, his legs mindlessly began to speed up, taking him faster and faster until he was sprinting to your waiting room.

Jeonghan’s heart sank when he saw you with an oxygen mask strapped to your face. He immediately turned to your manager and lost it.

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriends voice and that irritating tone of his. You only heard it when you got in big arguments with him. It was that tone that made you think he wasn’t taking you seriously, like he was mocking you. It drove you crazy. But hearing what he was saying made your heart warm.

“So what did you expect her to do? Just take it and soldier though? Do you hear yourself right now? What do you want me to say? ‘You’re a genius!’ Pull yourself together dumbass. Look at the state she’s in! Did you not have enough brain to think this far? Do you think she’s a robot?! This is what happens to a person if you don’t let them rest!”

You gently reached your hand and grazed your fingertips over Jeonghan’s hand. A shiver crawled up his spine at the contact. “Baby…” Your boyfriend fell to his knees by your side, brushing your hair back. The staff all silently slipped outside of the room, partly because they were scared of Jeonghan, but because they also wanted to give you two privacy. “I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have been hard on you…”  He immediately apologized.

“I’m sorry too. I know you care for me… I shouldn’t have let my exhaustion rub off on you.”

Jeonghan shook his head and smiled sweetly at you “It’s okay. I know I have those moments with you too, and honestly I’d rather you be open to me about how you’re feeling. Okay? Don’t hide it from me.” He grabbed some water and a snack from the coffee table next to you. “Please eat something. You know how hard it was for me to just watch you eat only fruits at home?”

You sat up slowly and debated at first, but when you saw the way Jeonghan was looking at you with his worried, begging eyes, you had to say yes. “Just a small bag of cheetos. That’s it.”

“It’s a step” He chirped, popping the bag open and feeding you pieces of the snack one by one.

He’d watch over you silently but diligently for the next few months. He’d subtly try to up your food intake without you noticing and he’d always cuddle you after eating a large meal, almost like a reward.

shua!

"you’re bleeding!”

You felt blood trickle down from your nose, the droplets landing on your stage outfit. Joshua ran to your side and wiped your nose with a tissue. “This is bad, y/n. Really bad.”

“I’m fine. This happens a lot” You said nonchalantly, stuffing some tissue up your nostril. 

“a lot? y/n you need to see a doctor!”

“I’m fine, shua...” You tried to reassure him, but it obviously wasn’t working.

“y/n please.”

Just on cue, you were called to the stage to perform. Joshua grabbed your wrist, asking you to stay and take a break. He didn’t let go up until the very last second. He watched your performance from his seat anxiously. It was obvious to him that your blood was still trickling down from your nose. You kept looking up and wiping your nose when you walked to the side of the stage. You were like a ticking time bomb. 

Just before the last chorus could start, you dropped your microphone and fell onto the cold wooden floor. One of your members helped you up and carried you backstage with the help of some staff while your other members continued the performance. Joshua pushed through the crowd and burst through the backstage doors, booking it towards your waiting room.

“y/n!” His heart sank at the sight of you laid out on the couch. Grabbing a blanket, he threw it over your body and fell to his knees beside you. Joshua grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back. After about 15 minutes, you regained consciousness.

“Shua..?”

“you’re awake... how do you feel?”

It took you a second to answer, feeling too drowsy to even evaluate your physical state “not so good.”

Joshua sighed and brushed your hair back,  whispering softly “we’re seeing a doctor tomorrow.”

“Joshua there’s no need-”

“No. You are not arguing with me on this. I should have been more stern with you.” His voice was sharp, yet his eyes were still gentle as ever, afraid of hurting or scaring you. “We’re seeing a doctor and that’s the end of the story. If there’s something wrong with you, I want to know, I want to help. I don’t want to regret not taking you to the doctor. I can’t take that risk. I can’t to lose you...”

You cupped his cheeks and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead “And you wont...” He melted upon hearing those words of reassurance, bringing his hands up to yours and pressing them closer to his face, moving his head to the side to kiss one of your palms. “What time do we have to go tomorrow?”

“After we get enough rest.”

The doctor said you were suffering from burnout and exhaustion and advised you to get lots of rest. Joshua was happy that you didn’t have any serious life threatening conditions and that helping you get better was something he had power over. He’d pamper you but also be strict with your recovery, scolding you whenever you didn’t eat enough saying “you didn’t eat a lot, you just ate more than usual.”

jun!

Jun was usually soft-spoken toward you. He always respected and trusted your decisions whatever they may be. So when you were depriving yourself of your basic needs and deteriorating your health, he had no idea how to talk to you about it. You’d never put yourself in a situation that needed his intervention before so he had no idea how to tackle it. His hesitation lasted weeks, with multiple occasions of him saying he wanted to talk to you about something that was concerning him but it ending up with him getting too nervous and changing the topic to something else.

“Love, can we talk please?”

“Of course Junnie. What is it?”

“Are you okay-“

Before Jun could finish you were called by your manager, telling you to get on stage. You told him you’d talk to him later and ran into positions. Jun bit his lip, frowning at how the outfit you were wearing brought out how much weight you’d lost. 

You were out of breath and wobbly on stage, something even the audience took notice of. Mid-performance, as your verse was coming up, you fell onto the ground, landing hard on your shoulder. Jun flinched and instinctively ran to you, propping you up on his lap and cradling your face in his hands. The cameras went wild, the flashes almost blinding him. Soon after, staff came to the stage, blocking the two of you from sight and lifted you onto a stretcher. Jun followed the staff that took you to your waiting room with his heart stuck in his throat. He knew that there would be consequences to coming on stage and letting the media see him with you like that, but he didn’t care. He just needed to make sure you were okay. After all, as long as he had you by his side, he could take on the world.

It took about 20 minutes to wake up. You blinked your eyes open to see Jun sitting on a chair across from you, head in his hands. “Junhui...” You called. He jolted when he heard your voice and knelt by your side in a flash.

“y/n! I was so worried! When you fainted I- I didn’t know what to do I-... I was so scared.” You cupped his cheeks and brought his face closer to yours, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t keep scaring me like this, y/n. I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself. I can’t take it. This is where I draw the line.”

“Junhui...”

“Listen to me, y/n” His voice was sharp and stern, a polar opposite from his usual gentle tone. After noticing the shock on your face, he took a deep breath and softened his approach “ Please... We’re seeing a doctor, and getting you a dietitian.”

“Junnie, I can handle myself. I don’t need a dietitian-”

“That wasn’t a request, y/n. I’m getting you one”

You knew by the way he was stalking to you that there was no changing his mind. Though, you did realize that if you hadn’t pushed yourself so far, he wouldn’t have been so stern with you. Deep down, you knew he cared about you.

“Okay... Thank you, Junhui...”

His eyes softened “I’ll never let anything happen to you. You know that right?”

“I know... But hey, on a side note, I like you being strict. It’s really cute~”

“stop it” He giggled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss.

Jun would be very gentle and supportive in your recovery, making sure you knew he would be with you every step of the way. He’d send gentle reminders to eat the snacks he packed you with sticky notes of motivational messages and cradle you to sleep, smiling when he gradually felt your body gain a little more fat every time he held you.

wonwoo!

“stop it.” Wonwoo chided

“Leave me alone, Won.”

“Y/N!”

“JUST GO!” You shook his arm off, stumbling as you did so. “if you’re not going to support me, just leave.”

“you can’t keep doing this. Your body can’t handle it.”

“I know what I can and can’t handle, Won.” The way you seethed his name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He exhaled and gently tried to reach for you again.

“y/n, please... I don’t want to fight.”

You sighed “me too... Just-... I’ll catch you after my performance”. Wonwoo wanted to reach for you again and say something, but no words were coming out of his mouth. The two of you almost got in a really big fight, he knew the both of you needed space. Still, he never stopped worrying about you, not even for a second.

Wonwoo could barely sit still while you performed on stage. Every time you fell too hard on your knees or twisted your ankle, he winced. Before he knew it, in the blink of an eye, you were on the ground, motionless and cold. He jolted up from his seat, watching in horror as the staff carried you backstage. He felt his legs take him to your waiting room where he found you laid out on the couch.

Wonwoo took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, loosening his tie and grabbing a chair to sit beside you. He couldn’t stay still no matter how much he tried, so he grabbed a bucket, a towel, and some iced water. He dipped the towel in the iced water and wrung it before placing it on your forehead. “come on y/n...” He whispered, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Won..?” You blinked your eyes open

“Oh thank God” Wonwoo exasperated “You have no idea how worried I was. I just blinked and the next thing I knew you were on the ground! I-”

“I’m sorry...”

“huh..? for what, love?”

“for earlier...” You lowered your head “You were right and I... I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Oh baby, you’re tired and stressed. I get it. I’m not upset because of that, I’m upset because I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” He rubbed your now bruised knees gently with his hands. “Listen, let’s get you help. Okay? You’re having problems staying up and eating and breathing and just… You need help, y/n, and I’ll give it to you. You just need to let me in. Let me help you help yourself. How does that sound?”

You stayed silent, letting Wonwoo think you were debating it in your head when in reality you already knew the answer. Of course, you would listen to him, why wouldn’t you? What kept you silent is how long it took for you to finally let yourself get help. “Okay… Let’s go to the doctor…”

“Thank you” Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as humanly possible. The two of you would have a long, thorough conversation about how you would be handling your health and what steps you’d be taking to get back to proper health. Wonwoo was patient and respectful throughout the whole process, hearing your concerns but also making his side known.

He’d say he trusted you enough to take care of yourself but he’d always be subtly looking after you even if you didn’t notice. Lots of small gestures like putting more food on your plate or getting you juice after practice and opening bottles for you.

woozi!

“This is your fault! Look at what you’ve done to her! Are you proud of yourself?!” Your hearing was muffled but you could make our your boyfriend’s voice in the room, yelling. When you tried opening your eyes, you saw his figure facing your manager, who had a guilty expression on his face. “I told you time and time again that it was too much! You never listened! Now, look what happened! You sacrificed her health for magazine shoots! Are you out of your mind?! You watched her get worse and worse and did nothing! have you no remorse?”

“jihoon-ah...” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Jihoon froze. “baby, come here” His head snapped in your direction, and when he saw you looking at him, the crease between his eyebrows immediately disappeared. His rage had disappeared into thin air, immediately replaced with worry.

“hey, you’re finally awake.” He fell to his knees by your side, smiling weakly. His voice had taken a total 180 from how he was speaking to your manager just a few seconds ago (who was now trying to leave the room without making a single noise, afraid of what Jihoon would do to him).

“what’s going on..? why am I here..?”

“You passed out on stage.”

“I did?” You tried sitting up, but you felt too tired to do so. Jihoon noticed and placed his hand on your back to help you sit up, placing pillows on your back to support you. 

“yeah. everyone was worried. I was worried.” Jihoon breathed, resting his forehead against yours. That was a habit of his whenever he was stressed. You indulged him, letting him hold you for as long as he wanted, knowing how worried he must have been. The silence was broken by a small sniffle coming from your boyfriend. “Jihoon?” You asked, partially worried but also shocked. He rarely cried. “Why are you crying?”

“I can’t take this anymore. Do you have any idea how scared I was?!” He raised his voice a little, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. “You come home at 3 in the morning with barely enough energy to give yourself a bath! You barely eat, you barely sleep, and you barely call anymore. Day and night I worry if you’re okay because you’ve started getting bloody noses often and you have a hard time standing and you don’t even want to eat your favorite foods with me anymore! It’s killing me seeing you like this. The worst part is you won’t talk to me about it! I have to find out through the staff and your friends! Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to find out that my girlfriend’s health is deteriorating right before my eyes and I barely noticed?!”

“Jihoon... I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was affecting you this much.” You cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears “I’m fine, baby. See? I’m right here. I’m going to be okay”

“You say that but you haven’t shown me anything to back it up. You’re getting worse, y/n. I know your schedule has been hectic because of your comeback but you have to take care of yourself too. If you wont do it for yourself, at least do it for me... please...”

“I will, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it. I’ll make everything right.”

“we.” he corrected “I’m with you, remember? every step of the way. I’d appreciate it if you talked to me more. Let me know when you’re in pain, when you’re tired, or sick. I want to know everything.”

“I will, I promise. I won’t hide anymore. Thank you, love. For everything”

Jihoon didn’t say anything in reply and simply kissed you. He was very patient throughout your recovery and basically nursed you back to health himself. He would often push you but you knew he only wanted what was best for you. Every time you overcame a challenge he gave you he’d reward you with cuddles on the couch or a date. You’re so incredibly lucky to have him.

myungho!

“It’s not healthy, love”

“I know but I… I need to lose weight. I don’t want to disappoint the fans”

“You don’t need to lose weight. You’re perfect. Anyway, your real fans would love you no matter how you look. Just like I do.” He stroked your cheek gently, unable to hide the concern on his face. “and you know I’m your biggest fan, right?”

After minutes of constant reassurance, Myungho finally let you join your group to prepare to go on stage. He watched the performance with his lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He knew your group had a difficult choreography, and he scolded you a lot at home for starving yourself to this extent. Myungho had watched your mental health spiral downwards after one particular meeting with your manager, where it all started. No words could possibly express how he felt when he noticed you getting smaller and smaller every time he hugged you. The least he could do was try to reduce your anxiety by cuddling you when you got home, cooking you your favorite snacks, making you tea, or even slow dancing with you to your favorite songs on the record player. He did everything he could, but he couldn’t help you if you didn't want to help yourself, which made it all the more difficult for him to watch.

You were a very sharp person, heck, you were the main dancer. You were a perfectionist, so when he saw you falter on one of the dance steps, he knew something was definitely wrong. You managed to finish the performance, but you were more out of breath than you should have been, and Myungho especially caught the way you couldn’t stand straight while your leader was giving a speech. “Y/n!” He whisper-yelled, which you barely managed to hear. You turned your head and looked at him dead in the eyes “come to me” He mouthed, opening his arms to you. You wanted to walk to him and just rest your weight on him, but you couldn’t seem to feel your legs. All you could do was smile before your vision turned black. 

Myungho instinctively ran towards you and caught you before you hit the ground. He could hear the gasps and camera flashes from the audience but he couldn’t care less about them. “Y/n, baby, wake up.” He silently pleased, cupping your cheek in his hand. One of the staff approached him and said they had to rush you to the waiting room where the medics were waiting. Reluctantly, he let the staff take over, following closely behind.

By the time you regained consciousness you were already at home. Myungho was sitting on a chair next to the bed, holding your hand while he rested his head on a pillow. “Myungho...” You whispered, stirring him awake.

“You’re finally up” He smiled sleepily, moving his hand up to brush your hair back. “I was worried. I’m... really upset with what happened, y/n”

“What happened..?”

“You passed out on stage before I could reach you...”

“Before you could reach me..? Are you saying you went on stage?”

“Yes.”

“Myungho!” You jolted up, immediately regretting it once you felt a surge of pain through your back. Your boyfriend seemed just as surprised as you as he jumped forwards to place a pillow behind you to support your back. “So our relationship... It’s out?!”

“yeah. the public knows.”

“I’m sorry Myungho...” You sighed, letting him shift closer to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You think that’s what I’m upset about?” Myungho stared at you with a mix of irritation and worry in his eyes. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Help yourself, y/n. Please. I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself. It hurts seeing you like this. Please let me help you.” His forehead rested against yours, he kept his eyes closed while he spoke gently. 

“Okay... I’m sorry...”

“You should be... Seeing you like that broke my heart, you know?”

It would be a slow process, but Myungho stayed by your side throughout the whole thing. When you couldn’t get yourself to eat, he’d support you, when you felt guilty for eating, he comforted you. He was always there, caring for you and whispering gentle reassurances in your ear until you were healthy again.

mingyu!

"Mingyu!”

“Hyung? What’s up?” Mingyu stared at Seungcheol who was panting by the doorway of the restroom

“It’s y/n.” The older male fought to catch his breath “She passed out on stage.” Mingyu, who was in the middle of drying his hands, froze. 

Everything after that was a blur. He could vaguely remember Seungcheol’s mouth moving as if he were speaking but not actually hearing anything. He could vaguely remember bumping into other idols as he sprinted his way backstage. He could vaguely remember tripping on someone’s foot and falling to the ground but immediately picking himself up and continued running to your room. Though nothing would ever make him forget the image of you lying on your waiting room couch with an oxygen mask strapped to your face.

“What happened?” Mingyu’s tone was low and dark. The only other person in the room was your manager, who placed a water bottle on the coffee table next to you.

“She fainted in the middle of her performance. The members are continuing without her but-”

“No, I meant what happened for things to reach this point? Cause I heard you put her on a 1 apple a day diet. Isn’t that right?” Mingyu towered over your manager with darkness pooling by his face as he looked down on him.

“I-I-”

“So it’s true? Now, why would you do something like that? What could you have been thinking, if you were thinking at all? Surely, you did think about the consequences, right? Of what would happen to her if you pushed her too far, and what would happen to you if she ever got hurt. Right? Do you see how skinny she is?” Your boyfriend harshly grabbed your manager’s shoulder, making him wince and groan. “Look. at. her.” Your manager turned his face to gaze at you, staring at your boney figure and feeling the remorse kick in. “Does the fact that you can see her ribs not concern you? What weight is there left to lose?”

“Gyu...” You groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Mingyu dug his fingers into your manager’s shoulder and brought him closer.

“Leave the room, now. Y/n will take the rest of the day off to recover and she will not follow the ‘diet’ you’ve prescribed to her any longer.”

“but-”

“Did that sound like a request? You do whatever you need to do to let her have the day off. I. Don’t. Care. She will go home and you will do your job properly this time. Am I clear?” Your manager shook his head up and down frantically before Mingyu finally loosened his grip on him. Your manager practically ran out of the room, fearing to stay in the same room as your boyfriend for another second.

"gyu...” You called for him again, voice louder this time.

“I’m right here, baby. Don’t worry” He sat on the floor to match your eye level, giving you his signature sweet smile. “how are you feeling?” You felt his large hands over your own, rubbing circles at the back of your palm with his thumbs.

“Not so good... I’m a bit hungry...”

“how about this, once you feel better enough to walk, I take you to our favorite tteokbeokki place near home. what do you say?”

You smiled at the thought of going on a date with your boyfriend after stressful practice and passing out on stage, but reality hit you soon after. “I can’t... I’m on a diet... Sorry, Gyu...”

“Don’t worry about that. I had a talk with your manager and he said he’s taking you off that diet. You lost a lot of weight, it wasnt healthy.” He caressed your cheek gently and gazed at you with nothing but love and sincerity in his eyes.

“Are you sure..? Am I not too fat..?”

Mingyu seemed taken aback by the sudden question “Don’t be silly. You’re not fat, stop saying mean things about yourself. And quite frankly, I don’t care what you look like. Big or small, you’ll always be the woman I fell in love with. There’s nothing more I could want from you than to be healthy. that’s all, y/n”

“Do you really mean that?”

“of course...” He tucked stray pieces of hair behind your ear and kissed your cheeks. Mingyu began sensing your insecurity a couple of weeks ago when you didn’t want to wear one of the favorite dresses he got you because you thought your arms looked too big for it. He felt the best approach was to be gentle and supportive, making sure you knew he didn’t care about your weight. Judging by your reaction, that was the right decision.

You never found out about the small altercation between your manager and your boyfriend. That was probably for the best. He didn’t want your perception of him to change. He was still that soft, gentle, sweet boy you always knew, and he would continue to be that to you and the people around you as long as no harm came to you.

Your schedule lightened up and you spent more time at home with your boyfriend, rebuilding your confidence back up one piece at a time.

seokmin!

When Seokmin asked if you were okay, you replied with ‘sure’. He didn’t believe you. Those nights he’d find you awake in the kitchen drinking endless amounts of water, when you almost trip whenever you stand up didn’t slip by him. Still, he didn’t want to pry into what seemed your personal business until you wanted to tell him yourself. Still, he kept a careful eye on you while trying to cheer you up whenever you seemed tired.

Seokmin had many regrets. He regretted not asking what was causing you pain, and not convincing you to turn down that stupid diet. All because he knew he’d never forget how he felt when he saw you fall to the ground in the middle of your performance. He froze. His ears rung from the sound your microphone made when it hit the ground. He couldn’t understand or see anyone else but you lying on that stage while your members called for help. He didn’t care about the cameras. Seokmin got up from his seat immediately and ran backstage to your waiting room.

When you woke up you found Seokmin holding your hand in his palms close to his face with his eyes closed. “Seokmin?” His eyes burst open and he turned to look at you.

“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“dizzy… and hungry”

He gave you a small smile. “Here, have this.” Seokmin fed you strawberries and opened a water bottle he bought for you. “Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t scare me like this again.” He kept his eyes on the strawberries he was picking from the box while he said that. Seokmin felt too guilty to look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby” you whispered, but he still didn’t look at you. “Hey, look at me” You placed your hand on his cheek and lifted his head. “It won’t happen again. hm? I’m sorry.”

Seokmin sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, digging his nose into the crook of your neck. “I’m here, y/n. Please stop acting like i’m not. Tell me when you’re having a hard time. Let me take care of you sometimes. I know you view me as this cheerful and funny boyfriend but you can come to me when you need help too. okay? Im here for better and for worse.”

“Thank you, Seokmin...”

He’d (endearingly) nag you for probably the rest of your relationship. He made it a habit to text you to eat and check up on you. Whenever he was around, regardless of what either of you was doing, when his alarm went off he’d grab a banana, some milk, and walk to you and say “snack time! you need your energy.”

seungkwan!

Both you and Seungkwan were busy. With him going on multiple shows and you being in a hot new girl group, your meetings at home lessened and lessened. Seungkwan noticed you losing weight whenever he saw you, but he never really thought anything of it. That was until you fainted in the middle of your performance.

He’ll never forgive himself for not seeing the signs sooner. You two lived in the same house for god’s sake!

Seungkwan canceled all his schedules for the week and took you to the hospital. There he sat by your side, holding your hand while listening to the traffic from outside the hospital window. “I’m sorry. I should have known. I didn’t know you were getting this bad...” He sighed, placing his hand on your forehead, feeling your unusually high body temperature. You had a fever, were dehydrated, overworked, and burned out. You passed out from exhaustion and still hadn’t woken up after 13 hours. 

When you finally woke up, you found Seungkwan holding your hand while his head and arms rested on your hospital bed. He was asleep. “Seungkwan... baby wake up.”

“y/n, you’re awake...”

“What am I doing here..?”

“You passed out from exhaustion... you’ve been sleeping for almost a day”

It took a few sentences to process what your boyfriend had said. “Fuck... my schedules!” You tried tgo sit up in a panic but Seungkwan placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Slow down, baby. Everything’s okay. You’re on a break right now, I took care of everything. Just focus on resting okay?”

He rubbed your arms up and down, relaxing you. When you finally settled down again, Seungkwan smiled, kissing your cheek. “Hey uh... I’m sorry for not taking care of you better... We live in the same house but I didn’t even notice something was wrong.”

“It’s not your fault... I didn’t know I had already lost control of my health... I was too busy...”

“we both were...” You held his hand and intertwined your fingers with his own. “Listen, I want you to know that even if we both get busy, you can still talk to me okay? Tell me when you don’t feel well or need me and I’ll make time for you... I always will...”

“Thank you... I hope you know I’m here for you too. I know your schedule is tiring too...”

“You know, long days at work aren’t so bad either. It just means more excitement for when I get to go home and see you again” He winked, nudging your elbow in a playful manner

“Oh stop it~” You giggled, pushing his arm

You two laughed together for the first time in weeks. “Okay so here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re taking this week off and spending it at home. I’ll be attending less interviews, and your manager will be making your schedule more flexible. We’ll get you a dietitian too. Just so you can get back to a healthy weight.”

“That all sounds.... great, baby. Thank you.”

What happened to you traumatized Seungkwan, but he was also thankful for the experience. It was a wake-up call for both of you. Ever since then, you two spent more time together at home, talking about each other’s days and ranting and taking care of each other. Seungkwan never failed to make you smile with his daily checkups on you when he called. 

vernon!

Vernon, who had just returned to Korea after touring for months, was more than thrilled to see you again. He sat with his group, biting his lip in a weak attempt to hold back a smile while you were on stage performing. But as soon as he saw you walk on stage, his smile faded. When did you get so thin? and pale? Your hair looked like it’d gotten thinner too... His members all glanced at him, seeing his shocked and confused expression. 

“Yah, is Y/n okay?” Seungkwan nudged Vernon's elbow

“I... I don’t know... She sounded alright over the phone but this...” He couldn’t even form words to reply to his member. You looked like a different person. All the members took notice of how much you struggled on stage. You were out of breath, tripping, and faltering at every difficult move. It was a miracle that you made it to the end of the performance. 

When the lights shut off, everyone heard something drop. The gasps of your members had indicated to everyone that there was an accident. While the lights were still off, Vernon rose from his seat and quickly made his way backstage. By the time he got there you were surrounded by staffs who were fanning you, placing ice packs on your neck and making sure the oxygen mask was strapped to your face.

Vernon took a deep sigh as he gazed at your frail state. When your manager walked into the room and saw Vernon standing in the corner of the room, a shiver ran up his spine. He immediately asked the other staff to step out of the room and give you space. Before he was able to slip out of the room, Vernon grabbed his wrist tightly. “I’m having a word with you later. Don’t think you can run from me.” He growled, harshly releasing your managers wrist and letting him scurry away.

Vernon pulled a stool over and sat by your side, gently stroking your hair before resting his head in his hands. “How did i not notice?” “I should’ve asked how she was doing...” “I should’ve checked up on her more.” “i should’ve-”

“Hansol...” You weakly called for him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Hey baby” He weakly grinned, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asked. You obviously weren’t, but he didn’t know what to say with the adrenaline still pumping in his veins.

“I’m fine...” It was a weak attempt at trying to ease his nerves, because you both knew you were lying.

“bullshit.” Vernon said sternly “how long has this being going on?”

“How long has what been going on?”

“Don’t play coy with me. You know exaclty what I’m talking about.”

You took a deep breath, this was going to be tough for you. “About a week after you left for tour...” If it wasn’t for the sound of your breathing, the room would have been quiet enough for you to hear Vernon’s heart shatter. “I just lost control... I didn’t know it was this bad... I was too busy to notice and I just... I wanted to be pretty. Not just for my group’s comeback but I wanted to be prettier for you when you came back too-”

“Y/n what are you saying?” Vernon’s comment made you glance up to meet his confused gaze. His eyebrows were stitched together with his lips slightly parted in disbelief. “Do you hear what you’re saying right now? You wanted to be pretty? Pretty for when I came back? What does that even mean?” He sighed, cupping your cheeks. “You’re beautiful, y/n. You always have been. if thats not enough and you still want to take measures to help you feel more confident in your skin, the alright, I’ll support you. But never at the cost of your health.”

Tears trickled down your cheeks and Vernon was there to kiss each one away. “I love you, Hansol.”

“I know. Do you know I love you?”

He’d be very gentle yet persistent in your recovery. He’d make sure you ate enough food even if you whined and complained about it. After particularly large meals he’d spend hours cuddling you in the bedroom and kissing your arms, stomach and legs just to let you know that he loved your body no matter how it looked like.

chan!

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Chan sighed

“who are you to tell me what to do!”

“Your boyfriend, who cares about you a lot.” He tried to gently plead with you. “I can’t let you go on stage in the state that you’re in. You just threw up, you’re dizzy, dehydrated, exhausted and it shows.”

“I can’t, Chan. This is the last performance for this comeback, I can’t let everyone down.”

“Y/n-” Before he could try reasoning with you again, you were called onto stage to perform. Chan was pacing around while keeping his eyes on the screen your entire performance. Other idols approached him and asked him if he was okay, to which he just responded to with a wave of his hand and a brief nod. Even his members came out of the waiting room and tried to calm him down because he had been out for a while. He wouldn't leave. Towards the end of your performance, Chan was already waiting by the side of the main stage, waiting for you. You made a big bow, waved towards the cameras and glanced at him. His face was pale with worry and his hands couldn't seem to stay still. You weakly made your way towards him but collapsed right before you were able to completely exit the stage. The crowd saw the lower half of your body hit the ground and murmurs could he heard in the audience. 

Chan cautiously kneeled down and pulled your body towards his own, out of sight from others. He cradled your head gently in his arms “Y/n, baby, wake up.” After you didn’t respond, he quickly lifted you bridal style and carried you to your waiting room. The staff tended to you as well as they could before they gave you and Chan space. He didn’t realize he was going it, but when he was sitting next to you he started to gently massage your palms. Pressing on the soft flesh with his thumbs.

“That feels nice...” You whispered as you slowly regained consciousness.

“Y/n! You’re awake!” He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. “You worried me...”

“Did I pass out?” 

Chan nodded gently “You need rest. Please, take a break. And please eat.” He tucked stray pieces of your hair behind your ear while he spoke. 

“What if i gain weight?” 

“So what? What matters is that you’re healthy, and happy. Let me help you, hm? Let me take care of you for once...”

He’d be very gentle and tender with you during your recovery. He’d talk to you sweetly and praise you for every achievement big or small.

authors note: to the person who requested this, im sorry this took literally forever but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <33

[blue-jisungs]

complete opposite

author's note. here it goes,, finally finished it after having it rot in my drafts for a month grrrrr … also, this one is for the biggest joshu stans i know, @fairyhaos and @slytherinshua <3

summary. you get scared of how joshua will react to bad news, joshua gets scared of how you’re acting… turns out is all a complete opposite of the other one was thinking

genre. fluff but also kinda angst? hurt to comfort me thinks

word count. 2269 hehe

warnings. swearing, mention of throwing up, feeling sick, having intimate relations with joshua but nothing explicit!! reader is overthinking a lot :(

heart thumping in your chest, you stared at your friend in disbelief. rina squeezed your hand and tucked a hair that has fallen on your face.

“i’ll drive you home, okay?” she hummed and stood up, placing a peck on your forehead “stay here”

you nodded weakily, your stomach going crazy. you watched her silhouette disappear and massaged your temples.

when you woke up today, joshua was already gone. he texted you good morning and informed that he’ll probably come home late at night. but then you felt unwell. ignoring it, you decided to eat breakfast and go to work.

which was a mistake. you barely arrived and already run to the toilet, returning your stomach’s contents. rina was already here so she helped you, handing you some water and meds. just when you thought you’re fine, mid-convo with a customer you turned pale again and your stomach was making turns and somersaults.

you bet it was the fish you ate yesterday. you were out with joshu to some kind of a fancy restaurant. lately you’ve been craving fish so you decided, why not. well apparently it wasn’t a great idea.

“okay, let’s go. just please try not to vomit all over my car” rina giggled and helped you stand up. you felt weak, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. rina bit her lip and led you to her car. “i need to pick up one thing on the way but maybe try taking a nap? should i call your boyfriend?”

“no, no. he’s really busy today” you sighed, secretly wishing he’d be there for you.

in no time you were home, rina walking you to the door. suddenly she handed you a few boxes of… pregnancy tests.

“what…” you laughed, looking at her shocked.

“you… look, i need to go back to work but my sister was pregnant a while ago. and her symptoms were similar. and your period is running late, isn’t it? you still haven’t eaten the chocolate from the cabinet at work” rina said softly, looking at your widened eyes “just… make sure. and call me, okay? if you feel worse or better, doesn’t matter. i’ll pick up whenever i can”

“i… you’re being a bit dramatic with the tests. but thank you. i owe you” you smiled. she nodded and gave you a quick hug before rushing back to work.

you entered your and joshua’s apartment, heart wild in your chest. sure, your period was late. but… no, that’s not right.

feeling a unpleasant sensation bubbling up in your throat once again, head spinning, you ran to the bathroom. throwing the boxes on the counter you accidentally knocked some things over. you knelt down and for another time this day, threw up.

taking deep breaths you weakly grabbed the pink box. scanning the stupid imagine of a stupid woman with a stupid baby bump you decided to try. what’s the worse thing that could happen anyways. you’re not pregnant, it’s just the fish. you and joshua always use protection and you’re always safe. right?

you paced around the bathroom, nervously putting away stuff in different places while waiting for the outcome. it’s not it. can’t be. logically – can’t be. physically–

you peeked at the stick.

two lines.

“fuck”

your heart thumped in your chest, ready to rip out from your rib cage and go for a walk. or jog.

“no, it’s not right…”

you spent half of the day testing the other pregnancy tests. because what if it’s just a malfunction? or if one brand has two lines for positive and the other for negative? you had to be sure.

and sure you were when all of them turned out to be positive.

your bathroom looked like war zone, everything turned upside down all over the place.

walking into the kitchen on wobbly legs, your head felt like it was about to explode.

you’re pregnant.

joshua is going to kill you. well, no. not really. but it will kill him.

you never talked about it. sure, he said he wanted to marry you one day but… but he’s an idol. he’s busy. maybe he doesn’t even want kids?

when some rumours floated around about your relationship… it killed him. some carats went crazy, not in a positive way. joshua was really going through it and now… relationship is not as a big of a problem as pregnancy. oh my god, carats are going to kill you. and the baby.

you don’t want to ruin his career. he worked so hard and loved what he did and now… now it’s about to fall apart like a house of cards triggered by a slight gust of wind.

tears dwelled in your eyes, throat tightening. joshua will hate you, that’s for sure. yes, he loved you but a kid… those are different circumstances, choices… way of living.

he will hate you and dump you. that’s for sure.

unless… unless you do it first.

no.

be rational.

he won’t, right?

the room felt like it was about to swallow you. all the pictures with joshua, your joshu. his ebony irises that you loved oh so much stared at you from the pictures. as if judging you.

you had to get out from here.

rushing to the bathroom, you tore all the boxes with the tests and flushed them down the toilet. then you threw all the tests into a plastic bag and then hid them under the sink. joshua never looks there. like that one time when you spent all day looking for something you lost and–

stop.

you took the keys and stormed out of your apartment, the need of fresh air almost suffocating you. you’ll be back before he gets home.

joshua pushed the door open, limbs feeling as if ready to fall apart any second. he just dreamed about changing his pyjamas and falling asleep in your arms.

it was late so he figured he won’t announce he’s here, like he always does. leaving his bag by the entrance, joshua stretched lazily.

he entered the bedroom and halted. the bed was empty.

“that’s weird…” he mumbled. maybe you’re in the bathroom? joshua grabbed his pyjama and decided to go check the bathroom.

if he was surprised that you weren’t in the bedroom, the bathroom left him speechless.

not only you weren’t there, like he thought you’d be. the room looked like a tornado passed through it.

everything was scattered around, as if knocked over; all over the place.

“y/n?” joshua called out, dropping the pyjamas. rushing to get his back to grab his phone, his throat went dry. it’s almost midnight and you’re not home. if you were going out with your girl friends, he’d know. he wouldn’t forget. so why you’re not home?

dialling your number, he noticed there’s no texts from you either. which was concerning too… you’d text him if you were going out somewhere. especially at this hour. and considering how cold it was…

the silence in the house was frightening. joshua didn’t like this one bit. suddenly he heard buzzing and his heart came up to his throat. your phone is home.

you left without taking your phone…?

joshua ran his hand through his hair. he has to stay calm.

he gulped and called your best friend from work. it was dumb, especially at this hour. but rina picked up immediately, even though voice w bit raspy and tired.

“hi joshua. is everything alright with y/n? i’ve been worried sick for the whole day–“ her voice was almost desperate for an answer.

“there was something wrong? i just came home and she’s not here… and, and she didn’t take her phone– i don’t know what’s happening” joshua whispered, feeling how his stomach drops.

“fuck”

“okay… okay… let’s stay calm. she… maybe she went to get some groceries?” rina breathed out “fuck, i shouldn’t leave her alone. is my fault… i…”

“hey, no, don’t say that. what even happened?” joshua asked and switched the light on. he’ll wait until you’re back. rina hesitated – if it was what she thinks it is, she doesn’t want to be the one passing the news.

“she felt unwell at work… and i drove her home but i had to go back… i should’ve stayed with her” rina mumbled.

suddenly there was a soft click of the door opening. joshua jolted, eyes turning into that direction.

you appeared in the doorway, your face catching his gaze. you were crying.

“rina, she’s here. don’t need to worry” he spoke softly. joshua noticed how scared you look. scared, tired and… guilty

“oh thank god. warn her that i’ll whoop her ass in work tomorrow” your grind let out a nervous laugh but she certainly sounded relieved “good night”

“good night” joshua whispered and hang up.

the silence was speaking volumes.

you slowly took off your shoes and sighed. opening your mouth to say something and then closing them again.

“if you wanted to go out, you should’ve taken a jacket” he said softly; there was no poisoned sarcasm in his voice, only genuine worry. you nodded weakly and played with your fingers.

“i…” your voice broke, eyes avoiding his.

joshua stood up and started boiling some water to mar you tea. you sat down on the couch, putting your bag close to you; hands gripping your knees.

for a moment it was peaceful, as if the world wasn’t about to fall apart in mere moments. just you, joshua and the sounds of boiling water.

in no time he returned, placing the cup on the table. then he looked at you, anxiety filling his heart.

“did something happen?” joshua asked. for the first time in ages he was unsure what to do. should he hold your hand? you didn’t look like you wanted to but on the other hand…

you shook your head gently, tears gathering at the edge of your waterline. your throat went dry and you felt like you weren’t able to physically speak out.

“i saw the bathroom, it looks like a mess. you scared me” he let out a soft chuckle, scanning your reaction.

nothing.

your fingers traced shapes absentmindedly on your knee, eyes distant.

“angel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. only after you took a deep breather and let it out as a shaky sigh, you started. now or never.

“you’ll hate me” you mumbled and were met with a scoff. scared, you looked up at him. joshua was smiling softly, unaware of what he was about to learn.

“y/nnie, i’d never hate you” the smile wrinkles that you loved so much appeared around his eyes. your lip quivered and you looked away

“you will. i’m so… i’m sorry joshua” your voice cracked “i ruined your career”

“what are you talking about, silly?” joshua laughed nervously.

you just shook your head, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. in a blink of an eye you started harshly sobbing, breathing getting hard to breathe.

joshua rushed and hugged you tightly, petting your hair. even though he hated that such thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what did you mean: did you cheat–

“i’m so fucking sorry” you whined, pulling away from him. then you reached to your bag and turned it upside down, causing its content to fall on the couch.

“what do you…” joshua’s voice died in his throat, your crying only getting more intense when you saw his reaction.

he reached to grab one of the white and pink sticks. two red lines.

then he looked at another one. two red lines.

the other one he grabbed has a blue plus drawn.

rummaging through all of them, mouth agape, he felt as if knocked the air out of his lungs.

no, not because you were pregnant (well, this too). because of your reaction. you thought he’ll hate you? that you ruined his career? that…

“oh y/n” his voice broke, grabbing your face in his hands. your quivering lip and wet eyelashes made his heart clench but it was hard for him to resist a smile “how could i��� i’m…”

“i’m sorry! we never really talked about this before and… and i know that we’re not that young but your career is blooming and… and–“ you mumbled, voice becoming whiny and hard to control. why is he smiling, by the way…?

“y/n, please take a breath, okay?” he asked gently, caressing your wet cheeks “i would never have thought that… you’re going to panic thinking about my reaction”

you took a deep breath and blinked slowly. why; why in hell he’s so calm?! isn’t he going to–

“i’m going to be a father” he breathed out, his own eyes tearing up too “and you’ll be the mother, y/n. that’s… that’s something i could never dream of but i also always wanted…”

“w-what?” you asked and he shook his head, grinning with pearly tears blinking at the edge of his waterline.

“i love you so so much. i’m… speechless. and above all, so… so happy” he sniffled.

his reaction was… complete opposite of what you thought it would be. you felt as if a huge stone just dropped from your heart, relief washing over you. suddenly you put your hands on top of his and pulled him into a kiss.

lips connected and tears falling down your cheeks, joshua felt like all of this was unreal. pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i’ll be a dad” a faint whisper left his mouth as you wiped his cheek with a loving smile.

masterlist <3

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[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃Seventeen and s/o switches languages during an argument❃

a/n: Firstly, thank you for sending my very first request; I hope I did it justice! After discussing it together, we decided to make it a more general prompt. This was such a fun prompt to try my hand at, as a fellow EU carat, it was amusing to imagine how they would react to their partner switching languages. Some of these may have become a bit, more like very, long as a result so, well, grab your popcorn I suppose :')

Anyway, it is a bit longer and more serious than my other posts but I hope that you will like it regardless!

TG: some of these are slightly angsty and DK is naked

Scoups/Seungcheol

❀ In all fairness, the two of you tend to bicker every now and then, mostly because Coups is the pettiest and poutiest person alive. As a result, you tend to be quite used to having irrelevant arguments with him. Neither of you gets incredibly upset; the arguments are mostly harmless and, at times, can be quite amusing.

❀ This time, however, you had quite a stressful day at work and were in no mood to playfully bicker with him. Apparently, you had absent mindlessly borrowed one of his jackets, and he had been missing it all day, giving Hoshi an earful as he believed he had gone out of his way to borrow his stuff again. After he discovered that Hoshi hadn't been the culprit, he texted you, but in the chaos of work, you had forgotten to reply, leaving him on read. Truly, in his eyes, how incredibly offensive. How can his love, his light, his everything leave him on read just like his members do???

❀ Cue a ton of whining and pouting when you walked through the door, wrapped in his precious jacket. He didn't seem to get the hint that you were in no mood for his dramatic antics. It didn't take long for you to snap at him, effectively shutting him up. He didn’t shut up, however, because you actually got angry at him, but because you unconsciously switched to your native tongue in your exhaustion. He had forgotten that was a thing you could do.

❀ He has dealt with the foreign line switching languages during arguments enough to know that you weren't having his tantrum. It is enough for him to realize to knock it off, but he will be pouting the rest of the evening. Not because he is still upset about the jacket, but because he has no idea what you said and he is too prideful to ask until the next morning.

Jeonghan

❀ Jeonghan rarely gets mad at people, meaning that arguments between the two of you tend to be infrequent. The only times the two of you tend to bicker is when he finds yet another way to cheat during game nights. The cheating is all in good fun, and more often than not, you find yourself impressed with his quick-wittedness. 

❀ That being said, losing five times in a row because your boyfriend found another loophole in the game rules really tested your patience. You had been playing Uno together when he decided that whenever he plays the reverse card, it means he gets to go again. Somehow, he stocked up on a ton of reverse cards, and he had been getting rid of most of his cards without you being able to do anything about it. 

❀ Naturally, you started arguing with him, trying to convince him that it was against the rules. It was no use; he knows the rules better than you do. Thus, in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself, and you cursed at him in your native tongue. He was mighty confused for a second, but was aware from looking at your face that you were not complimenting his quick thinking.

❀ He ended up laughing at you, finding it hilarious that he somehow managed to trigger you that much. Be prepared for him to never let you live it down. Every game night, he will cheekily ask you whether it is okay for him to cheat or whether you will curse at him in your native tongue again. From now on, he will up his cheating antics as well, trying to get a rise out of you again. 

Joshua

❀ You and Joshua usually don't let your grievances get to a shouting match. Before it can get to that point, one of you sits the other down to calmly talk things out. However, every once in a while, whenever one of you is stressed about something, things tend to escalate. So when Joshua comes home late after a gruelling recording session for the sixth time that week, leaving you to do all the house chores after a stressful work day yet again, you get into a heated argument.

❀ Neither of you wanted to admit to being in the wrong, leading to you bickering back and forth. Joshua had been angrily smiling at you for the past half an hour, trying to explain his side of the story, whilst you were trying to do the same. Arguing in Korean wasn't necessarily your strong suit, and despite English being a lot easier, you couldn't help but switch to your native language as you were trying to find the right words to explain your side of the story.

❀ To be honest, I can't really imagine Joshua being surprised when you switch languages during an argument. Having lived in an environment where he has to speak a second language constantly, he probably is all too aware that when people get emotional, they switch to their mother tongue. He has had too many quarrels and fights with the other members where he kept throwing in English, unable to remember the corresponding Korean word.

❀ Instead, your argument becomes a poly-lingual discussion where the two of you keep switching between all the languages you are familiar with. Joshua doesn't even blink when you switch to your native language anymore; he is used to deciphering what you are saying through context clues.

Jun

❀ Jun is an absolute homebody. He loves to lounge on the couch for hours with his phone in hand, playing mobile games and scrolling on social media. It is the perfect way for him to de-stress after his busy schedule, where he has to constantly be on the move. Usually, you enjoy the domesticity of it, but lately, you can't help but feel like all the two of you have been doing is staying at home. It isn’t like you constantly want to be out and about, but a part of you wants to go on a proper date where you get to dress up and be lovey-dovey with your boyfriend. You have been trying to find the right time to bring it up, aware that Jun doesn’t do well with subtle hints.

❀ However, when the day finally came where you asked him to go on more dates, it ended up in you two fighting. It had all started when you found yourself bored out of your mind with Jun being on his phone again, absorbed in his own world. For the first time in a while, he got to enjoy a bit of a break as promotions had finally ended, and he intended to spend most of it relaxing on the couch. It was a much-needed break from the constant dancing and travelling. Naturally, when you proposed to go out for the day, asking whether he wanted to check out a café that had just opened up in the city, he immediately responded that he didn’t want to.

❀ Perhaps both of your fuses had been short that day, and soon an argument ensued between you two. Jun stubbornly maintained that he wanted to rest and that being at home together was enough for him, whilst you tried to explain that you felt like he didn’t want to make time for your relationship. The two of you argued back and forth, both making valid arguments but unwilling to hear the other out.

❀ Jun was already mixing some Mandarin with his Korean as he got more and more frustrated. It didn’t help either that Jun had started to speak quicker the more agitated he got, making it even harder for you to decipher what he was trying to say. Thus, as the fight reached a boiling point, you started to yell at him in your native language. Jun had never heard you speak your mother tongue at length before, so you completely caught him off guard.

❀ Jun doesn't know what to say in response to your yelling, not knowing what you yelled at him in the heat of the moment. Similarly, you are surprised at your emotional outburst. You switching languages is enough for the both of you to realize that neither of you was listening to the other anymore. After a moment of silence, the two of you decide to leave the argument for the night and calmly talk about it after a good night's sleep.  

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ Hoshi has been trying to convince you that his native language is growling, being a tiger, and all that. As much as you try to support your boyfriend’s tiger agenda, you have attempted to dissuade him from growling at you constantly as a way of communicating. You gently told him to stop as, first of all, you can't understand what he is trying to say when he is growling, and, secondly, it is very embarrassing when he does it in public.

❀ Still, he is waiting to find any excuse to growl at you, and you have noticed that whenever you slip into your mother tongue, he sees it as a green light to start. As a result, you try to be extra careful about using your native language around him in public or when other people are visiting. At home, you feel comfortable enough to, at the very least, scold him without anyone else having to bear witness to how shameless this man can be.

❀ It had all gone downhill when you and Hoshi organized a game night with the other members. It wasn't the actual game night that resulted in you yelling at him. Oh no, it had to do with the fact that Kwon Soonyoung has the habit of leaving the toilet seat up despite you having asked, on multiple occasions, whether he could lower it after he finished his business. For the past few days, he had been doing a good job remembering, but with all the excitement of the game night, it had slipped his mind. He was reminded, however, of his mistake upon hearing a splash and a blood-curdling scream leave the bathroom door.

❀ You were livid upon entering the living room and reminded your boyfriend yet again to lower the god-damn thing. In your anger, you slipped into your native tongue without being aware of doing so. You didn't even register it until you saw Hoshi's stunned and guilty expression morph into one of absolute delight.

❀ He growls. At you. In response.

❀ It is safe to say that the other members have to hold you back before you kill your boyfriend.

Wonwoo

❀ Usually, you loved having a gamer boyfriend as it meant that you got to focus on your own hobbies, happily existing in the same space without having to constantly have to do things together. Lately, however, you had been trying your hand at some of the games he had been playing. It was a fun pastime, and you especially liked games that didn’t require a fast reaction time, allowing you to explore a world or story at your own pace without it resulting in you constantly dying. Not to pat yourself on the back, but you had become quite skilled at the games you often played. Recently, you and Wonwoo had even started to play games together; you couldn’t help but smile whenever you saw your joined beds in Minecraft.

❀ So, when Wonwoo asked you to play Keep Talking & Nobody Explodes together, you had expected the two of you to do rather well. However, it couldn’t be further from what ended up transpiring. The game required seamless communication, with one person trying to disarm a bomb whilst the other consulted a manual on how to, unable to see the actual bomb. The first level had been easy enough, but you guys immediately got stuck on the second level. Each level was more complicated than the last one and was making your way through the game rather painfully slow. For some reason, your communication was completely off, resulting in numerous retries. It didn’t even matter who the operator or who the bomb disarmer was; you simply couldn’t get into sync.

❀ You could tell that Wonwoo was getting incredibly agitated when you were taking way too long to read the Korean instructions to him, unable to understand one particular word, causing the bomb to explode yet again. He had played the game with some of the members before, and it hadn’t been this hard. It didn’t help that he kept trying to give you tips and tricks on how to play the game. It felt a bit condescending. Moreover, you could tell he was partly blaming your Korean when he sighed yet again at another failed attempt due to you fumbling over your words. It wasn’t as if this was only your fault. As a result, you snapped at him that he should try to play in your native tongue and see how easy of a time he had with it. Except, you accidentally snapped at him in the wrong language.

❀ As you continue rambling under your breath, venting to yourself that your boyfriend and the game are both stupid, you don’t notice that you switched languages. Wonwoo, in the meantime, has fallen incredibly quiet, unsure how to react. He realizes that it might have been a bit unfair to play a game that requires you to communicate complicated instructions in Korean. When you are finally done ranting in your native language, he will quietly propose playing a different game, muttering a quiet apology when you two agree to switch to Stardew Valley. He makes sure to give you lots of gifts in-game, trying to show that he appreciates you playing with him even if it doesn’t always work out well.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ You were aware that when you started dating Woozi that he was a bit of a workaholic and that there would be times when he would prioritize his work over your relationship. For the most part, you loved his dedication to producing music; you enjoyed hanging out in his studio, watching how he expertly produced a new track. You always felt in awe as you watched him tinker on the piano, trying to figure out what chords to use for the song. In turn, he loved having you there; your questions and curiosity reminded him of the wonder he felt when he first started producing.

❀ However, his passion for making music sometimes did make you feel like a third wheel in your relationship, especially when a Seventeen comeback was nearing. He would be cooped up in the studio for weeks, ignoring all the messages you send him. Where he normally loved having you around in the studio, he would become easily agitated with you watching over his shoulder as the deadlines neared. The expectations of the members and the company would weigh heavily on him, and having you be there as another watchful eye was simply too much for him to handle.

❀ So, when you went to the studio after a concerned Coups had called you, noticing that Woozi hadn’t bothered to eat that day, your presence put Woozi over the edge. It had been a couple of weeks since you had last seen your boyfriend, and you had hoped that seeing you would cheer him up. However, he barely acknowledged your presence when you stepped into the studio, his attention captured by the screen in front of him. Whenever he did respond, it was often curt and borderline insulting. You knew it was due to him being under a lot of pressure, but you couldn’t help feeling hurt.

❀ It got to you, and before you knew it, the two of you were fighting. Woozi, who already was feeling immense stress, couldn’t deal with the intense emotions and, hence, defensively threw out a painful insult without thinking. Feeling the tears sting in the corner of your eyes, you asked yourself why you were even still here when he obviously didn’t want you there in your native language before turning to leave. He didn’t understand what you had said, leaving him momentarily speechless.

❀ By switching languages unexpectedly, it gets through to Woozi what he had said and how hurt you were by his words. By being unable to understand what you were saying, he is able to solely focus on your tone and emotions. He feels incredibly guilty about his behaviour, and it doesn’t take long for him to chase after you to profusely apologize.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Although fights do not often happen with DK, he sometimes can be a bit prideful, only recognizing he is in the wrong when the other person gets noticeably angry. You encountered his pridefulness on a normal enough day. DK had texted you that he would be over at your place after practice, so when you came home and heard the shower running, you were delighted at the prospect of spending the evening together with your boyfriend. You briefly called out to him that you were home before waiting for him on the couch to finish showering. It didn't take long for him to be done. When you saw the door swing open with your handsome boyfriend only wearing a towel around his waist, you got up to properly greet him with a hug.

❀ However, before you could do so, you smelled a familiar scent drifting out of the bathroom. You see, one of your friends had gifted you a very expensive body wash that you had been gingerly using whenever you had had a particularly stressful day. Due to it being so expensive, you had asked DK to use the other ones in your shower, just so you could enjoy it a little longer, as you weren't really going to buy it for yourself once it ran out. He hadn't listened. Cue one of the pettiest arguments ever.

❀ In your defence, you weren't even upset about him using the body wash, but instead were hurt that he hadn't respected your wishes. DK, in turn, argued that it was only body wash and that he had simply wanted to smell like you. The argument escalated without either of you meaning to, and before you knew it, a towel hit you in the face. In surprise and anger, you yelled at him in your native tongue, which made DK effectively realize what he had done. He knew that you would never switch languages without being incredibly upset and he felt mortified, recognizing that he had not only let his emotions get out of control but also had parted with the only thing covering up his body.

❀ As you threw the towel back at him, venting in your native language some more, you finally noticed DK standing before you in all his glory, looking both guilt-ridden and like he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. Seeing him standing there butt naked was enough for you to crack up, breaking the tension from the argument. DK, on the other hand, wasn't sure whether to profusely apologize for throwing the towel at you or hide for the rest of eternity.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu often feels like the perfect boyfriend; he loves to cook and clean and lives to pamper you whenever he is able to. He takes your teasing very well, enjoying when you cheekily poke fun at him blatantly showing off his trained physique in front of fans. Although staying in Korea can sometimes be overwhelming, he truly makes you feel right at home. He strives to introduce you to his friends and tries to make as many new memories with you so that you wouldn’t have to miss your home country too much.

❀ When you guys moved in together, you had been ready to have it be another cherished memory. That was until Mingyu dropped a very precious ceramic bowl. The bowl had been a present from your family when you moved out, and you had dragged the bowl with you all the way to Korea. It was a meaningful keepsake you had taken with you from your home country, allowing you to have a piece of home in a foreign place. You had mostly used it as decoration in your previous apartment, and you were incredibly careful when using it, knowing that once it fell, it would be incredibly difficult to replace.

❀ Consequentially, when you watched your boyfriend drop it onto the floor, shattering your treasured keepsake into a thousand pieces, you felt a part of yourself fracture simultaneously. Mingyu didn’t seem to recognize what he had broken, sheepishly apologizing to you before jokingly remarking that the bowl had been rather ugly anyway. You knew he wasn’t aware of what he had broken and that it would be unfair for you to get mad at him, as it had been an accident after all. Nonetheless, seeing something so important to you not only get broken beyond repair but also mocked, set you off.

❀ As a result, you started yelling at a stunned Mingyu, who wasn’t expecting your explosive reaction at all. In turn, he got aggrieved, feeling like your reaction was disproportionate to the situation. Voicing that, however, only made you more upset, and as you tried to pick up the broken pieces to throw them out, you started crying, sobbing to yourself that it truly was beyond repair in your native tongue.

❀ Mingyu, in retrospect, doesn’t know whether it had been your crying or you switching languages, but as he watches you tearfully throw out the pieces, his anger completely vanishes, only to be replaced by an intense feeling of guilt. He will hug you tightly, apologizing for breaking something that had obviously been very important to you. After you explain what the bowl stood for, he will try his hardest to get you another bowl as a surprise, contacting your family to have them send over a new one.

❀ In the end, all is well, and to be honest, you might love the new bowl a lot more as it reminds you of how much Mingyu genuinely treasures you.

The8/Minghao

❀ Minghao and you had decided to go on a wine painting date; you had stumbled upon it not too long ago, excitedly proposing it to your boyfriend, knowing it combined two of his favourite things. Minghao had been looking forward to the date for the past week, feeling giddy despite the exhausting dance practices. He would tell anyone that would listen about the date, gushing over how well his girlfriend knew him.

❀ It was an absolute surprise to both of you when the workshop ended with you arguing. The workshop had started innocently enough, with you guys following the instructions, laughing whenever a brushstroke failed to turn out how you had intended. The wine tasted great, and both of you were amazed that the workshop was pouring such luxurious wine.

❀ However, as the workshop progressed and the teacher made his way past all the other participants to check on their progress, things turned sour pretty quickly. The moment the teacher laid eyes on you, he was enamoured and absolutely oblivious that you were on a date with your boyfriend.

❀ At first, you assumed that the teacher was only being nice when he lingered longer at your station than others. You presumed that he was being friendly and that, with you and Minghao being the last people he needed to check up on, he stayed to kill time until he needed to introduce the next set of instructions. You failed to notice that Minghao had grown awfully quiet as you conversed. When the teacher reached over to guide the paintbrush in your hand, you started to get the hint that the teacher was trying to hit on you.

❀ Minghao, on the other hand, had been noticing the glances from the teacher since the beginning of the workshop. Although he prided himself in rarely being jealous or upset, the wine made it harder for him to let his gnawing feelings go. He knew his anger was unfair and misplaced, but it didn't make him feel any less upset. Even when you gently let the teacher down by telling him that you and your boyfriend could figure it out yourselves from here, the hurtful feeling persisted.

❀ Thus, when you turned to him afterwards to check on why he had been so quiet, only to be met with a curt Minghao, you began arguing. You knew he was jealous, but he had started to take it out on you. Thus, you did the only thing you knew that could possibly cheer your boyfriend up and shake him out of his jealousy. You took his face gently in your hands, rambling sweet nothings in your native tongue.

❀ Minghao loves hearing you speak in your native language to him, feeling like nothing is more intimate than only him being able to understand the sweet nothings you are saying. He will momentarily blank as he tries to process your sweet words. It is enough to melt away his jealous feelings, making him feel a bit stupid for letting it influence his actions and words (as well as any hope the teacher had to get your number afterwards).   

Seungkwan

❀ We all know that Seungkwan likes to nag and tease, not a stranger to playful bickering. Nevertheless, Seungkwan strikes me as someone who is very open with his emotions, preferring to discuss what is bothering him rather than bottling things up. Thus, you two rarely get into actual fights, as he ensures that you two regularly talk about the problems you experience as a couple. At the same time, Seungkwan is a bit of a sensitive boy, and sometimes it is easy to get into arguments with him without either of you meaning to let things escalate. A joke might not land and instead hurts his feelings, leading to an angry and butthurt Boo. 

❀ During some of your playful fights, he noticed that you struggled to keep up with his Korean, switching to your native language in frustration when the Korean escaped you. He couldn’t help but feel slightly bad about you having to constantly accommodate him, which is why he devised a plan. Without you knowing, he spend a significant amount of time online skewering the internet to search for basic sentences, mildly insulting phrases and not-too-harsh curse words that he could use if you guys got into another playful argument. Instead of only you having to struggle in Korean, he felt it was only fair for him to wrestle with your native tongue as well.

❀ He finally gets to use it when you guys have a heated discussion over which coffee is the best on one of your many coffee dates; he keeps maintaining that Iced Americano is the best coffee that exists, something that you wholeheartedly disagree with. At first, you are able to respond to him in Korean, easily countering his arguments. However, as the discussion progresses, you can’t help but feel like Seungkwan intentionally is using advanced and eloquent Korean, using words you have never heard before. It doesn’t take long before you start switching out Korean for your native language, trying to hold your ground in the discussion.

❀ It is kind of comical when Seungkwan whips out a list of standard phrases, curse words and insulting sentences in your language, way too eager to use them. Rather than you surprising him by switching languages unconsciously, he is catching you off guard by using your own language against you. He is reading the sentences one by one, and although his pronunciation leaves a lot to be desired, you can tell he put a lot of effort into learning it. You don’t even know whether to be impressed by the fact that he poured so much work into arguing with you in your native language or offended by the, albeit mostly harmless, insults that he is hurling at your head.

Vernon

❀ Vernon strikes me as an emotionally mature person. Therefore, the two of you rarely argue with each other, if at all. Vernon is such a chill guy; it takes a lot to truly get him riled up, and even when he gets emotional, he is capable of maturely handling his emotions. Because of it, you haven’t had any real fights, only mature discussions on how to best navigate whatever problem you two were experiencing in the relationship.

❀ However, there was one thing that you and Vernon could argue for hours about, films. Usually, your film discussions are very civil, with each respecting the other’s opinion even if the other wholeheartedly disagrees. Hence, you guys have made it a routine to put a film on every other night, spending the rest of the evening talking about what you liked or disliked. Both of you enjoyed watching films together in this manner, with the discussions often taking up as much time as watching the films did.

❀ Tonight, however, you made the mistake of putting on a film you adored for nostalgic reasons. The film had been produced in your country, and after searching for it for a while, you had finally found a version with English subtitles. You were incredibly excited to be able to show Vernon the type of films you had grown up with. At first, you thought he was enjoying it; Vernon seemed absorbed as he watched the screen, nodding to himself when he appeared to like a particular scene. Nevertheless, once the film had ended and you eagerly turned to ask him whether he had liked it, he briefly hesitated before calling it mid.

❀ You stared at him in confusion, wondering whether you had been watching the same film. How could he call one of your favourite films mid? Sure, the budget might not have been spectacular compared to a Hollywood blockbuster film, resulting in some questionable CGI and cinematography choices. Still, it was a great film, in your opinion. When you asked him to explain himself, he shrugged, explaining that he simply thought it hadn’t been that good and that both the plot and cinematography left a lot to be desired.

❀ You were greatly offended, and before you knew it, you were heatedly arguing with him. Vernon remained calm rather than matching your energy, explaining that it was okay for you to like a film that just wasn’t his taste. Somehow his indifference annoyed you more, and before you knew it, you were ranting at him that he simply didn’t get how innovative the film was despite the constraints the director had to overcome. Perhaps by being exposed to your native language for such a long time, you brain got reset, and without you being fully aware of it, you had started using your mother tongue. Where before Vernon had been attentively listening, he now seemed lost, alerting you to your accidental mistake.

❀ It was the first time where you had switched languages in his presence, and he realizes that perhaps he had been overly critical. He will gently propose that maybe he was unable to fully enjoy the film as much as you did due to things getting lost in translation. You know he is mostly humouring you, but regardless, it is enough for the one-sided argument to dissipate. How can you stay mad at someone who is the definition of calm and respectful?

Dino/Chan

❀ In retrospect, you should’ve listened to Jeonghan’s warning when you decided to order Soju during dinner. Neither of you had expected to drink, but after a busy workweek, the two of you had decided, “Why the hell not.” You were massively regretting it now, having to deal with a drunk and stubborn Lee Chan.

❀ He refused to do anything you asked of him, and you were practically dragging him through the streets of Seoul, whilst he kept repeating that he wasn’t drunk and could take care of himself. Yeah, sure, he definitely did not keep stumbling over his own feet and was only kept from falling by your grip on his arm. It didn’t help that he kept trying to dislocate himself from you either, claiming that, as your boyfriend, he should be helping you.

❀ It all came to a boiling point when you decided to hail a taxi, too tired and exhausted to continue carrying him. Jeonghan had told you all about stubborn drunk Dino, but you had hoped that you, as his significant other, held enough sway over your boyfriend to coax him into the taxi. Spoiler alert, you didn’t, and instead, the two of you got into an argument. No matter what you said, he kept repeating that he could hail his own taxi. He’s a big boy now.

❀ Maybe it was your sore muscles from carrying him, perhaps it was Dino stupidly refusing your help the entire time or possibly it was the taxi driver warning that he would drive off if the two of you didn’t get in, but suddenly in the midst of your sentence, you switched to your native tongue. In an attempt to get him moving, your tipsy, fuzzy brain resorted to the easiest language for you to yell in. Apparently, that was all it took for Dino to shake himself out of his stubbornness.

❀ The poor guy will be so confused that he’ll easily let you drag him by the arm into the taxi. He can’t determine whether he is truly so drunk that your words have become illegible or that you actually spoke a different language. At the very least, for the time being, you have managed to break through stubbornly drunk Dino, and he lets you guide him whilst he is trying to figure it out in his fuzzy brain.

❀ He will definitely be asking you about it the next morning whilst nursing a massive hangover, thinking it was all a dream.

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[okiedokrie]

Woah! So many people really enjoyed my seventeen drabbles, so I figured I'll do something funny again and make another one??

Things Seventeen Do When They're hangry

Seungcheol - stews in his own hangriness until some poor unfortunate soul has to remind him to eat, literally steaming out his ears

Jeonghan - subtly dropping hints that he's hungry and not happy about it, so so vague about what he wants that people are concerned about his recent pissy attitude

Joshua - the only normal one, actually makes something to eat for himself, something quick like a simple pasta dish

Jun - goes npc mode

Hoshi - motherfucker roars at you

Wonwoo - doesnt actually get hangry, just hungry, asks for food politely

Woozi - asks for food politely also but if it's not in his stomach within 20 minutes he's gonna treat the Geneva Convention like a to-do list

DK - sings about it

Mingyu - doesnt get hangry ever because he actually remembers to have meals

Minghao - meditates the anger away before proceeding to demolish some steamed dumplings

Seungkwan - what do you think men put in the space where a uterus is supposed to go? I'll tell you, fucking SASS.

Vernon - you can finally see emotion on his face

Dino - orders ubereats or whatever they have in korea

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ೃ⁀➷ svt ot13: first kisses

➥ summary: your first kiss <3 literally what the title is!!! <3

➥ warnings: reader has a spare hair tie in one of them, so deduce what you will. 3-5 paragraphs for each member. just some sweet fluff. some are friends to lovers, others are on first dates. no strict plot to any of them. :)

➥choi seungcheol

he's the one to initiate your first kiss. it's after a basketball game between him and the other members, when his blood is pumping from the thrill of competition, his smile wide and toothy and his curls stuck to his forehead from sweat. you've been cheering loudly for him the whole time, eyes glued to his strong figure darting up and down the court.

you're so cute, he thinks. he can't help but keep one eye on you and one on the court, wanting to make sure you see his every move, making sure you see only the coolest side of him. so he sees when mingyu walks up to you, all strong muscle and hair pulled back from his face; sees mingyu make you giggle, sees how mingyu makes himself a fool to make you smile. and cheol can't have that. you're cute, and you have to be his.

seungcheol offers to drive you home, walking you to his car. he listens as you gush about his play, and he listens as you recount everything. he's so ridiculously endeared, he adores you so much, from the way you smile to the way your eyes are sparkling. he opens the door for you, but before you can slide into your seat he's calling your name softly. you turn, and one of his hands goes to cup the back of your neck, and then his mouth is on yours.

➥ yoon jeonghan

first dates should be memorable, he says, whisking you inside of a pottery painting place. for him, dates are ways of experiencing things with your partner, ways to create memories that'll last a lifetime. and jeonghan wants to do so much with you, wants to experience everything with you.

he's painting a plate. it'll be for you, of course. but jeonghan is bent over the plate, a thin paintbrush in hand, carefully painting the outline of a flower that will be in the middle. he's got a reference on his phone, eyes flicking between the photo and the plate, trying his best not to mess up.

when you look at him, his bangs are escaping from behind his ears. you stand from your own seat, slipping a spare hair tie off of your wrist. once behind him you begin gently gathering his hair, making sure to grab the little bangs that frame his face. you're unable to keep yourself from brushing through his long black hair with your fingers. after you tie off his hair he's turning towards you, dark eyes wide and shining, sweet lips parted. and of course you can't help yourself, and you're leaning down and pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips.

➥ hong joshua

joshua can't take his eyes off of you. you're like a brilliant star to him, his eyes constantly finding your form throughout the evening even if he hadn't meant to. he finds silly ways to reach to you; pulls your straw out of the wrapper before you can, constantly grabs more and more meat for your bowl. he's taking care of you without really realizing it, but he does take note of your reactions.

you're turning towards him whenever he speaks; watching him when he talks, smiling when he does, giggling softly whenever he laughs. at one point in the evening you reach out and press your fingers against his wrist, grabbing his attention. you duck close to him, whispering about something or other. you keep your fingers laying gently on him the entire time you speak, as if it's natural for you to be touching him.

at the end of the night he volunteers to take you home; he pretends not to hear seokmin when the younger man asks if josh could take him home too. the entire ride to your house you're turned slightly towards him, grinning and engaging with him, laughing along to his jokes. he walks you to your door of course, and he notices how you linger in front of it, not quite willing to walk away. that's what gives him the confidence to step close, the tip of his shoes against yours, his hand gently rising to cup your face. you turn your face towards him, eyes falling to his lips, and that's all the further encouragement he needs before he's gently pressing his lips to yours.

➥ wen junhui

you and jun are tucked in, one blanket covering the both of you as some drama plays. he's making you laugh more often than not, imitating characters dramatically, talking back to the tv as if they could hear him. he's warm, both from the heat of the both of your bodies trapped beneath the blanket and from your laughter and smiles, from being around you. it's decidedly not a date, he knows, and as far as he's observed you don't like him that way (but wen junhui is not particularly observant).

sometime later the two of you agree to run to the convenience store to get something to eat and drink. you go off to put on your hoodie and shoes, and hjun goes to his closet to pull out a hoodie. he goes for a bright yellow one, deciding it matches his bright mood. when he steps out into the hall to join you, you're laughing at him. "you look like a duck," you say, grinning. "a baby chick."

instinctively jun quacks. he then puts his arms at his side, imitating a duck's waddle as he moves towards you, quacking all the while. you're grinning at him so brightly that even the hoodie he's wearing seems dull in comparison. then you're cooing about how cute he is, your little ducky, and then before he quite realizes what's going on you're cupping his face in both of your hands, mouth on his.

➥ kwon soonyoung

soonyoung is trying to not be impulsive. he's a passionate person; everyone knows that. but minghao said he should try and take things slow, that relationships shouldn't be rushed, and soonyoung so badly doesn't want to fuck things up with you before they even start, so he's on his best behavior during the first date. he's resisting the urge to grab your hand as the two of you walk alongside the river, resisting the urge to run to the grassy area and grab one of the little stray flowers popping up.

but you're so sweet and cute and lovely, and he wants your eyes on him all the time. he doesn't want you to look away, just like how he doesn't want to look away from you for a single moment.

"oh," you say, slowing down beside him. you're looking off at an advertisement. "maybe for our next date we could go to the amusement park? that'll be fun."

"our next date?" his heart is running -- no, his heart is sprinting. your date has barely begun and you're already wanting and planning on seeing him again? suddenly all of minghao's words about being patient are being thrown away, tossed into the river. soonyoung wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you close and pressing your body to his. his hand goes to the back of your neck, guiding you, and it's so ridiculously easy how your mouths meet, as if kissing you was what he was meant to be doing.

➥ jeon wonwoo

the two of you are playing a video game, relaxing beside one another. he's hooked up his switch to the television, take-out boxes discarded on the coffee table. at the start of the night the two of you had been sitting with space between you, not touching. but over the course of the evening the two of you had began to drift closer and closer, and now your knees were touching. you could feel every time he shifted next to you.

it was cute how seriously he took it, you thought. he was even serious about playing mario kart, as if he was in some serious competition. he had his glasses on, and every so often he paused to push them back up the slope of his nose. he was so ridiculously cute, and you didn't know how anyone could stand it.

"okay," he said, frowning as second place flashed next to his character name. "time to get serious."

and you can't help but laugh at him, so ridiculously endeared. it shouldn't be as easy as it is to reach over and gently press the tip of your fingers to his jaw, guiding his face towards you. as quickly as a wink you're kissing him, a short press of your lips. when you pull away he's blinking at you owlishly behind his glasses. before you can make some excuse wonwoo is exiting the game, one of his large hands coming to guide your face back to his, mouth against yours.

➥ lee jihoon

jihoon has known about his feelings for you for a long time. it's hard for him not to. he's written and listened to so many songs about it, you know? as soon as he was searching for you in a room filled with people, as soon as he realized he smiled whenever you laughed and kept his gaze on you whenever you spoke, he knew. but just because he knew he loved you didn't mean he was going to do something about it.

"you're writing a lot more love songs lately," you say, pulling your headphones off and around your neck. jihoon shrugs beside you, trying to ignore the sound of his heart and how it demands for him to do something. he switches off of the track, clicking absentmindedly to try and drown out the sound of his heart. "do you have someone in mind when you're writing these, jihoon? got someone special you're thinking of?"

he shrugs again. "maybe. it's nothing to worry about."

you're quiet for a moment. and then you're saying that you've got someone on your mind, too, lately. "i think you'd know him, actually. he works in the same field. he's isn't tall, really. but he's strong and he has an awfully cute face, and he's amazing at producing."

jihoon looks at you, eyes wide and lips parted, heart screaming in his chest. you're smirking, softly. "yeah, i think you know him. his name is bumzu." and then his heart is screeching to a halt. it must show on his face, because then you're laughing at him, throwing your head back, and the only way jihoon can think of getting you to stop is by grabbing your face and pressing his mouth to yours.

➥ lee seokmin

seokmin has the biggest, fattest crush on you. and he has absolutely no idea of what to do. jeonghan says he should be honest and tell you, and minghao says the worst thing that could happen is that you reject him, but seokmin's mind says the worst thing that could happen is you reject him and refuse to be friends with him anymore, blocking his name and leaving the country because of it, and while he knows he's being ridiculous he can't help but dwell on that impossible chance and swallow down his feelings.

"you're so obvious," seungkwan hisses at him, slapping seokmin's arm. "you're looking like a lovesick puppy. do something, coward."

seokmin takes a drink of his beer, and then he's crossing the room to you. he asks if you can talk to him, and chan starts giggling beside you. you agree, and the two of you go out to the hall for some privacy. you look at him, head tilted slightly, expecting for him to speak. he tries, once; twice; thrice, and when he's finally getting the first word out of his throat someone steps out into the hall, bathroom door slamming shut, and all bravery leaves his system.

as soon as the other guest goes back to their room, you're sighing softly. you reach out, taking his hands in both of yours and squeezing. you step close, angling your head so you could look him in the eye. he does nothing, can't say anything. and then he's blurting it all out in a mess, and you're laughing softly at him. you tug him close, and your lips find his so naturally that he can't help but think it's fate.

➥ kim mingyu

you're so obvious, he can't help but think. he wonders if you're trying to be obvious with it, at first, trying to show that you're attracted to him, that you like him. you're the first to help whenever he needs it, sometimes even predicting mingyu will be in trouble before he realizes it. you're always paying attention to him. mingyu even tests it by putting chapstick on several times within a short amount of time, and each time your eyes lock on his lips, watching.

but you can't look at him in the eye. you fidget whenever you talk to him, playing with your fingers or twisting at the hem of your shirt. so then mingyu realizes that you you're not being obvious with your crush intentionally, but that you're so shy about it and at the same time can't control it. "it's cute," he tells wonwoo one evening. "they're so cute."

wonwoo shrugs. he's not paying attention, really. but still when he says mingyu should "do something about it," mingyu can't help but agree. the next time the two of you are to meet, he stops and grabs your favorite treat (maybe he, too, was paying attention to you just as closely as you were him). mingyu gives it to you and watches as your eyes widen, as your mouth parts. "i'll give it to you," he says, "but at a price."

you cock your head and ask what he means. mingyu says the price is a date. you balk at him, but then you're grinning and looking away, nodding shyly, and mingyu can't help but slide his big hands into your hair and angle you towards him, his mouth going to press against yours.

➥ xu minghao

you've been best friends forever, it seemed. distance and time couldn't drive a wedge between you and minghao, even when he left for tour. the two of you would send texts throughout the day, pictures of whatever cute or pretty thing you saw. when he was in japan he sent photos of the cherry blossoms; when in california, the ocean. he would caption each and every picture with something akin to "i can't wait to bring you here <3" and your dreaded feelings, which had only seemed to grow the further apart you two were physically, would bubble out.

you'd shove them aside, you decided. especially when he was able to come home for a few days before the next leg of the tour; you didn't want to bother him with your feelings, not when he was already so busy.

he knew something was up. of course he did. minghao was observant, to the point where he read you as if the two of you had known each other your whole lives. he asked about you, if you were okay. when you lied and said you were, he frowned at you. "it isn't healthy to lie about your feelings," he said.

you told him you weren't ready to talk about it, and minghao nodded. the night went on, the two of you reading on your couch with your legs touching. his phone vibrated, and he unlocked it. a sound came from his phone, and then he was giggling. it was his cute little giggle that drew a smile to your lips no matter what sort of mood you were in.

minghao slid down the couch, angling his phone towards you. it was a photo of a duck and his baby kitten. minghao replayed the video, still giggling, sparkling eyes caught on the screen. you weren't watching, really, instead watching his face as he laughed. minghao's gaze slid to yours, and then you were letting your eyes flutter shut, lips meeting his.

➥ boo seungkwan

the universal truth about boo seungkwan was that he adored touching people. he loved holding hands, loved the feel of skin against skin. it had taken you a while to get used to him randomly grabbing your hand, him pressing his thigh against yours as he talked to someone across the room. sometimes he'd cross the room just to lean against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin on your shoulder, quiet, just relishing the feeling of your body against his.

you were in your own world, messing around on your phone when you felt his hand against your head. you paid no attention, and eventually his long fingers slid against your ear. he ran the tips of his fingers around the shell of your ear before he began pulling at your earlobe, thumb pressing into it.

humming, you turn towards him. seungkwan is right behind you, leaning against the back of the couch you're sitting on. he smiles when your eyes meet, eyes dripping honey. "how cute you are," he murmurs, fondness pouring from his gaze. you can't help it when your gaze slides down to his mouth, taking in his smile, the plushness of his lips. it means you're surprised when his hand slides from your ear to your jaw, angling your face towards him, his mouth settling on yours.

➥ chwe hansol

being around hansol is awkward. it you didn't know better, you'd think he just didn't like you. hansol hardly looked at you, and when he did his eyes would just flick up to your face before moving away. he gave you firm-lipped smiles, short answers and nods. you were worried he absolutely hated you, that hansol could hardly stand to be around you.

so you cornered him, hands on your hips. you stand before him, pouting at him. eventually he looks up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. that's all you need before you're launching into a rant, asking why he doesn't seem to like you, what you did wrong, what you could do to mend your relationship because you liked hansol so much. looking back you realize your rant is bordering on a full-on confession, hands waving in the air, your heart on your sleeve.

"i don't hate you," he says, setting his phone on your lap and giving you his full attention. "i just don't really know how to talk to you."

and then you're asking if you're unapproachable, if you need to make yourself more whatever it is he needs to feel comfortable. hansol bites down on his lip and then he's standing. you don't really mind it, still launching an interrogation on why he didn't like you or feel comfortable around you. but then his hands are sliding into your hair, guiding your mouth towards his, effectively stopping your worries.

➥ lee chan

if there's one way chan knows how to impressive people, it's with his dance skills. so he asks you after work if you'd like to come back to the practice room with him, if you're not busy, that is. he grins, triumphantly and brightly, when you agree, eager to see his dance skills with your own eyes.

he pulls out all the stops. he's dancing as if he's soaring through the sky, as if gravity has no hold on him, powerful and free. it's amazing, and you tell him as much, eyes wide and mouth ajar. he turns it on you, asks if you know how to dance. you sigh, slapping your hands to your thighs. and then you're standing, shedding your jacket. "okay," you say, grinning, "but don't say i didn't warn you."

he's intrigued, going to the edge of the room to drink water and watch. he's unprepared for when you begin doing the chicken dance, his loud laughter ringing through the room. you giggle along with him, and then chan is crossing the room and coming close. he mirrors you, the two of you laughing loudly, smiles wide and eyes bright. "okay, time to mix it up," you say, and then you're dropping it, squatting and trying to jump back up. you fail, however, and end up stumbling back from the force of the movement.

chan stumbles down beside you, reaching for you. the two of you are laughing so hard that your ribs begin to hurt, and then he's kissing you, though both of you are smiling so widely that it can hardly be called a kiss.

[hoshifighting]

babe i need to know how svt would react to their girlfriend being a biter during sex. like she has to leave a mark SOMEWHERE.

Seventeen reacting to you being a biter during sex

Seungcheol: As you sink your teeth into Seungcheol's shoulder during a passionate moment, he lets out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening in shock. But as the initial sting subsides, he finds himself enjoying the sensation, a low growl escaping his lips as he pulls you closer. "That's it, baby," he murmurs huskily, his hands tightening around you possessively. He loves the intensity of your desire, and the mark you leave behind serves as a reminder of the pleasure you both shared.

Jeonghan: When you left a mark on Jeonghan's skin, his initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock as he felt the sharp sting of your bite. But as the sensation faded into a dull ache, he found himself strangely aroused by your primal display of desire. "Well, well," he chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "Looks like someone's feeling feisty tonight."

Joshua: As you sink your teeth into Joshua's skin, he lets out a surprised yelp, (almost got scared at first) his eyes widening in astonishment. But as he feels the rush of pleasure coursing through him, he can't help but moan softly, his hands gripping you tightly. "That feels amazing baby, oh my god..." he breathes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He's not used to such intensity, but he finds himself craving more with each passing moment.

Junhui: When you leave a mark on Junhui's shoulder, he lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. But as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain wash over him, he can't help but groan softly, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Whoa! I thought you were going to tear off a piece of me!" he murmurs, his lips quirking into a smile.

Soonyoung: As you sink your teeth into Soonyoung's earlobe, he lets out a surprised yelp, his eyes widening in astonishment. But as the rush of pleasure washes over him, he can't help but chuckle softly, his lips curling into a grin. "Well, is that one way to show your love?'' he teases, his laughter mixing with his moans, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the bite mark.

Wonwoo: When you bite down on Wonwoo's lip during a heated moment, he lets out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the sensation. But as he feels the sting of your teeth against his skin, he can't help but let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tracing the outline of the mark you've left behind. "I didn't know you had that side to you," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

Woozi: When you bite down on Jihoon's shoulder, he lets out a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. He's taken aback by your sudden boldness, but he can't deny the rush of desire that courses through him. "I-I like that" he admits shyly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Minghao: As you bite down on Minghao's lip, he lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. He relishes the mix of pleasure and pain, his hands gripping you tightly. "More," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. He would be crazy for you to mark his entire body, even having an artistic vision for the drawing of the marks on his body… 👀

Mingyu: As you leave a mark on Mingyu's abs, he lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. But as he feels the rush of pleasure, he can't help but smirk, his fingers trailing along the sensitive skin. "I like it when you get rough" he admits, his voice husky with arousal.

Seokmin: When you bite down on Seokmin's neck, he lets out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening in shock. But as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain, he can't help but moan loudly, his body trembling with arousal. "Oh, God" he gasps, the bite making him cum faster than he had anticipated. He's embarrassed by his quick reaction, but he finds himself craving more of your touch, unable to resist you.

Seungkwan: As you leave a mark on Seungkwan's chest, he lets out a soft sigh, his body melting against yours in pleasure. But as he feels the rush of pleasure, he can't help but moan softly, his arms wrapping around you softly. "That feels so good..." he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.

Vernon: As you bite down on Vernon's thigh, he lets out a startled gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. But as he feels the slight sting, he can't help but whimper softly, his body melting into yours in pleasure. "You are so bold baby." he stammers, his cheeks flushing.

Chan: When you bite down on Chan's neck, he lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes narrowing with determination. But as he feels the mix of pleasure and pain, he can't help but growl softly, his hands gripping your ass possessively. "You think you can distract me that easily?" he challenges, his voice husky with desire. He's determined to maintain control, but as you continue to tease him, he finds himself unable to resist the pleasure you bring him, his resolve crumbling with each passing moment. "H-hmm, y-yeah you can, oh fuck!"

[seungcheorry]

who do you think in svt would want to pick out your nail shape/colour when you get them done vs who would just "get what makes you happy, baby"

seungcheol might comment on the color, but is happy with whatever makes you happy. he even pays for it, if you let him.

jeonghan likes to pick out the color with you from time and time.

joshua doesn't mind that much, so he's happy as long as you're happy.

junhui likes to send you ideas of what you could do next, and is happy if you ever go with one of his suggestions. i guess a bit of both, then?

hoshi also likes to help you pick out the color/art you're gonna do it, just like jeonghan.

wonwoo doesn't mind either, but he likes it when he comes home and you show him what you did. whatever makes you happy.

woozi might pay for it if you let him/need him to, but he doesn't engage in any of it. whatever makes you happy, go for it.

dokyeom doesn't comment on it, but absolutely loves it when you ask him what you should do next. tries to match the color with your mood or a special occasion that is about to happen.

mingyu likes to pick out for you, and gets (jokingly) upset if you don't go with what he said.

minghao also likes to pick out for you, and smiles when you say "can i try this color on your nails too?"

seungkwan picks out for you, but doesn't mind if you change it for some reason. might side eye you just for the joke though, but whatever makes you happy.

vernon feels like a bad boyfriend when you say you did your nails last week, because he didn't actually notice. tries to pay more attention to it and loves the smile you give him when he compliments the new color.

dino notices, but doesn't engage with any of it. will let you know if he likes the color you're trying though.

[babyleostuff]

[ 💿 ] . . . TAPE 3

말을 걸까 말까 한참 고민들이 막 / 머릿속에 자꾸 엉켜 / 같이 마시려고 했던 커피는 벌써 / 이미 두 잔째 비워

☁️ "falling for u" by seventeen

being loved by joshua hong means to be loved as if you were royalty. you are number one for him in everything, there is no person more important to him than you and there is nothing he wouldn't do for you. and the best part of it all? joshua doesn't even realize how down bad he is for you because treating you like a princess/prince comes naturally to him, as if he was born for this very purpose. his warm glances and gentle caresses of his hands are reserved for you only, they are like a secret that binds you together.

being loved by joshua hong means having your comfort person, because that's exactly what shua is. being with him is like being in your comfort bubble - you don't have to do anything specific, you could just be sitting in silence on the couch, each doing something different, but his mere presence makes you feel so safe and loved. one little smile or kiss on your cheek makes you forget all your troubles, even if only for a moment.

being loved by joshua hong means having a partner in crime. he is the person you can always count on to prank your friends or do other things that others would consider stupid or childish. you don't even have to finish your thought and joshua immediately says that he wants to be part of whatever you want to do. sometimes you feel like little mischievous children, doing the weirdest shit, but you never feel alone in it - joshua is always by your side.

being loved by joshua hong feels like blooming flowers in spring, like a warm breeze while walking under a cherry blossom, like a warm touch of a loved one that expresses more than a thousand words, like children's laughter full of innocence and sincere joy.

"i would not wish any companion in the world but you, nor can imagination from a shape, besides yourself, to like of." - william shakespeare, the tempest

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[wonuwrites]

MTL Seventeen NSFW: dom in public and private vs just in private. SFW: do things like protect you from yourself, like clumsiness or hitting corner or whatever!! When you have the chance. No rush ❤️❤️

oooo I like this~ I'll do the NSFW one first then will do a seperate one for the SFW :D Warning: we are getting horny so MINORS DNI or else. smut warning. mentions of petnames, domming, subbing, brat taming, simping, etc.

p.s I didn't really reread everything but I tried my best. If I fucked up any spelling or anything please lmk <3

p.s.s sorry this took forever D:

Dom In Public && Private

Most:

• S. Coups I mean, let's be honest for a hot second. He is daddy. He is a brat tamer, he is such an alpha type. You just look at him and you know he wears the pants.

In public, he will always have a protective hand on you. If you are somehow separated, his eyes are always glued to you. You are just his to protect and heaven forbid someone who was dumber than dirt tried to flirt or even say "hello" to you. They will get the death glare from you and he will be by your side before you can even respond.

In private, I see him to be really into worship/soft dom. I feel like he gives "scary" or "hard dom" vibes but to me... he's just a simp lmfaoooo. When y'all have sex he wants to make sure you are happy and pleased. I don't see him really being mean unless he needs to fuck the stress out or if you did something in public that set him off and he needed to show you who was in charge. If he ever did get rough, expect a lot of romantic aftercare where he is very soft with you. It would be different from the Seungcheol who was balls deep just a second or so ago I tell you what.

• Woozi This might be a controversial take but honestly it makes sense. Jihoon has a gaze that screams dom. Especially if involved you? People would know you were Jihoon's and Jihoon was yours.

In public, he would be a lot less touchy then Seungcheol. He isn't a fan of PDA as it is but he would always be next to you and would always have you close by. If you were to be a brat or if anyone looked at you a way, one look from Jihoon would have you by his side and the other person backing the fuck up.

In private, it would depend on his mood but almost always played the dominant role. Sometimes he would be subby if you had been a good girl/good boy. However, he loved to be in charge and be the reason behind your moans. He would love to watch your face scrunch and hear you scream his name. It was music to his ears.

• Mingyu This husky, golden retriever, whatever the fuck is such a clingy dominate person. It's the Aries in him. Like before I even knew he was an Aries, I could just tell. He's so husband, protective, and such a stud muffin and when it came to you, he would make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.

In public, I can see him kissing you in front of others just to remind everyone that you were his. He tried his best not to be but he could get jealous pretty easily. So he would love if you were wearing his clothes in public or if there was hickey on your neck. He'd find it so attractive. If you happened to brat while in public, he'd laugh it off but pull you closer and say "just you wait until we get home Jagi." njftgijftgiewhb.

In private, it depends if he is jealous and bossy or happy and horny. He is one of the boys that's mostly excited to be involved (lmao) but when he gets into his jealous and bossy modes he won't go easy. One of the first conversations you had when first talking about sex was a safe word because he knew he wanted to push you to your limits when he was in this mood. He's the type to ask "who is making you feel this good? Not that bastard. It's me." lmaooo lord help me I just got biased wrecked by my own writing. pls hekppppp

• Wonwoo I feel like a lot of writers claim Wonwoo to be one of the most dominant members in Seventeen and trust me I agree. However, I feel like he shows his dominance more in secret and private but if you brat it up in public, oh ho ho. good luck bestie. In public, people would just know that Wonwoo and you were a couple and not because of PDA or anything like that. Wonwoo wouldn't be like Mingyu and kiss you in front of everyone but he would stare. Like, if you were at a party or something like that, he would be watching. If you were talking to anyone he would be staring and make sure they and you knew and remembered who you belonged to. If you had decided to be bratty and fake flirt with someone. You would feel his hand wrap around your waist and he'd cut the conversation short and well... you both would be going somewhere private asap so he could remind you again who was in charge.

In private, ahahahaha cue kinky tumblr posts about this man lmaooo. They say the quiet ones are the freaks and yeah he is. Like Seungcheol, he's a brat tamer. tbh i think out of all of Seventeen he is the best with Seuncheol or Joshua following close behind but that's a discussion for another time lmaooo. Anywhore, Wonwoo would be a soft dom, a hard dom, a kinky dom, anything dom tbh. He would want you to feel good and it makes him feel good to be in control.

• Jeonghan This angel is also a demon, we know this. However, his dominance isn't in a sexual or "it is I who wears the pants in this relationship" type of way. It's more of him showing that he is playing the role of boyfriend and wanting to protect you. It's more of a caregiver type of vibe then a "I wanna rip Y/N's clothes off right when possible" which he does but shh but more of a "this is my person who I love more than anything else in this world. In public, you both would be near each other and would hold hands whenever possible. He'd be so domestically dom where he would hold doors open for you when you were going into buildings. When you would go into cars he would put his hand above your head so you wouldn't hit your head. He'd just be such a gentleman where his actions just proved to you and others how much he loves you.

In private, oh me oh my. It depends on the mood but honestly I see him as a silly lover but when he gets really really turned on where his eyes darken with lust, he will take care of you in ways that go beyond your own fantasies. Hell, even his own. The way he would fuck you into oblivion would be both romantic and kinky as hell. You loved getting manhandled by him, especially since it was so rare for him to do so.

• Hoshi Ok, so Soonyoung is such a touchy and clingy bitch which is why I say he'd act dom both in public and private. I feel like he would not be afraid to show you off and let you be bejeweled. (sorry listening to Taylor Swift rn my other hyperfixation LOL) He also would not be afraid of showing others that you both were together.

In public, his hands would ALWAYS be on you or near you. They would roam constantly, Your hand would be in his, his hand would be on your thigh, his hand would be on the small of your back or hell even on your hips. When I say everywhere I literally mean E V E R Y W H E R E. There would be no chance for you to brat or do anything to make him get a little possessive which was completely fine. If you were to kiss him at the event y'all were at and some of your lip gloss or lipstick stained his lips he would not wipe it off at all.

In private, I can see him being all about you. He'd be a lot like Seungcheol where he would be so needy and soft dom. I do also think he is part of the line where he is just happy to be involved lmaooo. Your sex life with Soonyoung would be fun. A lot of giggles and love were shown in your sessions. The times where it would be rough-er, he would use his horanghe instincts i'm not sorry and would just ruin you.

LEAST:

• Seungkwan I feel like Seungkwan is such a shy bean when it comes to being in love with his pookie but he also is a silly goose. I feel like his "dom"ness in public would be more of a meme but he also would stand his ground if he really had to.

In public, people would know you were together but not because of skin ship or stares like the previous guys. They would see your playful banter and the chemistry was just chemistry-ing. If some poor soul thought to try to hit on you, Seungkwan would either side eye and intervene or just laugh. No in between imo.

In private, I see him more of a switch. idk why but I can see y'all doing rock paper scissors before sex sometimes just to see who is doing what lmao. Winner of these rock paper scissors would be the dominant one. When he won, he would attempt to get into character and honestly, you would laugh in his face and he would prove to you how domkwan he could be.

next part lol

DOM ONLY IN PRIVATE

MOST:

• Joshua Oh Shua, Shua, Shua. I know some might put him in the previous category sometimes but I think not. I think he is more of a "wait until we get home" type of fella. His eyes would do the thing he does and that's when you would know you were in for a fun night.

In private, it is a bit hard to predict what Jisoo would do. He's fucking insane but in the best way. I could see him pinning you against a wall as soon as y'all got home and would say shit like "oh, so you think you're single huh? Think it's time for your reminder of who you belong with." If he was jealous or upset, he would like to dom just to prove to both of you that your relationship was secure. I feel like he is one of the more hopeless romantics of Seventeen.

• Minghao Minghao is honestly such a lover boy and honestly both of you are wrapped around each others finger. I feel like when it comes to relationships, he wouldn't mind showing you off in public but acting "dom" in public would not be something he would want to do. I feel like he'd want to let you be your own person and he would just be there for the ride. If anything he'd look more like a simp and just give heart eyes

In private, brat tamer. He knew how to keep you in your place especially if you were being a little shit. He'd be the type to giggle at your actions before pinning you to a wall and asking you to "come again, baby?" If you bratted in private, he was all about it because he knew you only did that if you were in a subby mood. If you were bratting in public, the bedroom would be even spicier because "it's like that huh?" ewhjrbewuOB lmao

• Jun He's quiet. Highkey, from my expertise of whoreology the quiet ones are the most freakiest and I can see Jun being a switch but more dom leaning. He wouldn't show it in front of others because he's shy but oh me oh my. You knew how dom he could be when it was just you two.

In private, he would be about you. Whether he was domming or subbing it was always about you. He was so curious about you. He was like Seungcheol in a way where when domming where he was soft and just worship you. When domming he'd be a smiling mess and would just love teasing the shit out of you. Honestly, in bed he'd be such a shit but neither of your friends would guess it lmaoooo

• Dokyeom Ok so Seokmin has his moments but this man is such a simp. If anything, you gave off the "dom" vibes in the relationship LOL. I feel like you both would be so down bad in your relationship it was almost too sweet. Seokmin would do anything for you, but domming in public? I could see an attempt happening once but it would end up in both of y'all in hysterics because ????

In private, if you wanted to be dominated Seokmin would dominate you. Sub/dom roles aren't a necessity in your relationship or sex life and that's not a problem. When Seokmin dommed, he would love to have you in missionary while holding your hands and just making love to you. When he was topping, he would make sure you were okay and was just such a soft dom. He would worry about doing hard dom stuff like Mingyu, Seungcheol, or Wonwoo. He would need you to basically beg on your knees and promise him 194676 times that you would tell him if he went too rough.

• Dino Like Mingyu, Soonyoung, Jun, and Dokyeom he is also someone that is usually just happy to be involved lmao. He is very soft and shows that he is with you in public but it's not in a "she's mine fuck off" type of way like some of the others would be. It was more of a "I'm down bad for my baby" type of vibe aww

In private, similarly to Seokmin, I can't really see dom/sub being a super prominent thing in your sex lives. I get that is a hot take but idk, I feel like Chan is a silly lover like Jeonghan. Actually I see him being very similar to Jeonghan. However, when Chan would want to be more "Dom" it would because you joined in with "bullying"/"teasing" him with his hyungs. When y'all get home he would start off with "hmm (Y/N) you think you are so funny huh?" then he'd take you to bed real quick.

LEAST:

• Vernon Look, Hansol is also apart of the "I'm just happy to be involved line." In general, his love language would be so subtle that sometimes it would seem like y'all were more besties then together. However, you both understood where you stood and honestly that was all the mattered.

In private, I can't see him being dom at all. I don't really see him even being a sub. When y'all were doing the do, it was mostly making love and pretty vanilla. I can see it being a bunch of goofiness too with a lot of kisses and I love yous. He'd just be so soft and down bad in bed. It's honestly so cute. lmao Vernon soft sex drabble coming soon?

this was so much fun, please send more MTL if you see this <33

[trblsvt]

Hi, idk If ur taking request but i luv ur writing so i wanted to request a svt reaction to having a nightmare where they lose their s/o and they wake up and can't find their s/o If that's ok? I just really luv ur writing so yeh bye-bye 💗💗

hi! thank you for sending this request in!

pairing | ot13 x fem!reader genre | slight angst, fluff warnings | nightmares!, mentions of arguments, most of this is in relation to nightmares min | lowercase intended. i don't think i have enough unique scenarios for all thirteen of them :( so i grouped them up i hope that's alright. these are also a bit short.

the ones who instantly get up to search for you seungcheol, joshua, jun, mingyu

he tossed and turned and finally he woke up. usually he couldn't remember his dreams, but this one was different. there was something with this dream. it felt too scary, too real for him to shake off.

one second you were there, and the next some sort of darkness was wrapping you up and taking you away from him. then he was all alone. and something about this dream, no, nightmare, overrode every single rational thought in his mind.

when he woke up he reached over to your side of the bed. he was met with cold empty sheets. he shot up and looked at where his hand rested. you weren't there.

his mind was going into overdrive. was his nightmare becoming a reality? or was it even a nightmare at all? he scrambled out of bed and quickly made his way through the slightly ajar door.

your small apartment was dark and quiet, and you were nowhere to be seen. now his rational brain was out the window. "___!" he called out. nothing. he walked toward the kitchen and tried again. "___!"

"babe?" he heard it. he wasn't going crazy. he heard your voice. his head whipped around and he saw the door to your little balcony was open. he made his way over and nudged the door open.

you looked up from your mug of what looked like tea. "is everything okay?" you asked curiously. you looked at your boyfriend's tousled hair, and slightly panicked face. "oh, baby, did you have a nightmare?" you frowned at your distressed boyfriend. he averted his eyes but he nodded. you opened your arms for him to come and rest for a bit.

"you- i thought- i thought you- wow i sound pathetic" he stuttered. you just shushed him and ran your fingers through his soft hair. "no matter, i'm here," you hummed as he relaxed into your grasp. this was all he needed to be lulled back to sleep in your arms.

the ones who cry seokmin, seungkwan, chan

it was all too scary. his worst fear was coming true right in front of his eyes. he did something horribly wrong and you were gone.

he tossed and he turned and he finally shot up. he felt the sweat on his brow and on his back. he looked around the dark room and reached an arm out to the side of your bed.

you weren't there. where were you? was his dream real?

before he could calm himself down he felt the tears gather in his eyes. now he was convinced he had really ruined it. his worst fear was coming true.

he couldn't contain the choked gasps of air when he cried. where could've you gone? he knew he upset you in his dream, but not enough to make you leave without even saying goodbye.

with his head bowed, and his hands clutching at his face and body, he didn't notice that the door to your shared bedroom opened or the rushed footsteps to the side of the bed.

"babe? what's wrong?" you rushed over to his side.

"you're here!" he sobbed, relief flooding his body. he couldn't bring himself to look at you yet.

"yes! i'm here, why wouldn't i be here?" you smiled at him trying to wipe away his tears. "i- i did something bad, and you got angry and you- you were gone," he hiccupped.

"oh, baby," you soothed, pulling him to your body. his sniffles died down. he gripped your hands and looked around the dark room.

he listened closely to your heartbeat and he calmed down. "wow, i must look pathetic," he grumbled, burying himself closer to you. you just hummed. "no you don't. it's okay to be scared sometimes," you comforted quietly.

he sighed. "it's only okay if i know you'll be there."

the ones who overthink it jeonghan, soonyoung, wonwoo

he never took himself to be a superstitious person. a black cat walks by, oh well. a broken mirror, c'est la vie. so why was this argument bothering him so much? it was really stupid, and you didn't seem too upset after the two of you resolved the issue. you even began the night in his arms. but deep down, he knew he never should've said those words to you.

it started like any other dream he had, but soon the events began to blend together. then, he was hit with a wave of deja vu.

he had been here before. you standing in front of the couch and him only standing a few paces away. you were saying something, you looked upset.

he had definitely been here before.

as soon as he opened his mouth the room dimmed and before he could say anything you evaporated. the room was left cold and stale and he didn't know what to do.

he shot up like a bullet. the room was cold and stale. did he even wake up? more importantly, where were you?

he squinted in the dark, but he couldn't find any signs of you pulling something on him. he had said some regrettable things during that argument. that stupid argument. in retrospect, he could barely even remember what the argument was about, but he knew you were probably right. why couldn't just keep his mouth shut when he knew it might upset you? why didn't he just sit down and listen to you? why didn't he tell you he was sorry? why didn't he tell you 'i love you' before bed? why didn't-

the door clicked open. he didn't really notice. too deep in thought to care.

"hello? babe?" you called quietly, noticing how out of it he was. you placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "___? you're still here?" he asked, looking slightly dazed.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be here? i just had to get something to drink and my mom called about something," you explained.

"oh, well, that's a relief. come here," he muttered pulling you back to bed. you obliged easily. you could never stay mad at him for long.

"don't get too in your head."

"i won't."

"okay, good. goodnight."

"goodnight, ___." he paused. "i love you."

"i love you too," you responded, cuddling closer to him.

the ones who wait patiently for you to come back jihoon, minghao, vernon

well, that was weird.

given that he didn't usually dream, it was even stranger that he had a nightmare. he'll hand it to his imagination, it was really scary. he guessed that's why he was up.

when he woke up, he noticed that your side of the bed was cold. you must've been gone for a while. he pushed himself up against the headboard and looked at the ceiling. you had to come back to bed at some point.

of course, he was curious about where you might have gone. he knew you were on-call this weekend so maybe you had to run in to work without explanation. maybe you were just in the bathroom down the hall, or getting a drink. maybe you had a nightmare and you off somewhere letting the initial fear wear off.

maybe a few minutes had passed since he woke up, but he heard slight padding of footsteps outside the door.

he hoped it was you and not some intruder. maybe he was still in his dream.

when the door creaked open, you stood there with a glass of water in hand. "hey," you greeted. "what are you doing up?"

"nothing, just woke up," he said, there was no need for you to know about his silly little bad dream. you scuffed over to your side of the bed and placed the water on the nightstand.

when you slid under the covers he hummed quietly. "you know, i was wondering where you went," he said as he pulled you close to him.

"really?" you sighed.

"yeah."

"you weren't worried that i might've run away," you teased.

"no, because i know you. you wouldn't do that to me, not without explanation," he sighed and nuzzled into your neck. sleep came easily to him after that.

min | not proofread at the moment. i would love to hear some feedback! thanks for reading :)