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[wooahaes]

i was an eccentric child so i'm hoping that all that weirdo child strength stayed cuz i was the only girl of 2 boys(both of which are MUCH bigger than me mind u) so i think with enough force i could bring most of them down without going for the knees

i fully believe in u tbh i think u could do it!! im constantly being nerfed by anxiety dskfhsd

[fairyhaos]

happy 2k!!!!! congrats!!!!!!!!!

aaaa thank you so much!!!!!!!

[jwirecs]

HI AGAIN U CAN IGNORE THAT I FOUND IT‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏

ladfjaf hiii!! im just got back from oakland so i wasnt able to answer any fic finding asks, but im glad that you were able to find it!!! 🥺🥺

[cinnajun]

omg!! congrats on 900 🥳🥳🥳

ahhh ty :)

[suhnshinehaos]

REESEEE!!!! WELCOME BACK<333 DONT PRESSURE URSELF INTO WRITING OR UPDATING!!!! I HOPE UR COMMUTE TO WORK GETS BETTER THO :(

CONGRATS ON 5.5K‼️‼️‼️ SUPER MEGA HAPPY FOR U‼️‼️‼️

THANK YOUUU !! AND NO WORRIES, REST ASSURED WHEN I DO UPDATE IT'S ONLY BEC I WANT TO AND I MISS IT HEHE

[dokries]

seventeen as flowers - choi seungcheol

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a/n: here is the first part of the seventeen as flowers series! cheol was one of the easiest members to do, considering he was the first, and i'm so glad i can share this with you all :) enjoy!

i. red tiger lilies (passion, wealth, confidence; implies strength and pride)

seungcheol is a proud man and you know what? he deserves to be. he has the fame, the money, and a great family (as in both his actual family and his best friends) to boot; i would be proud too. seventeen has come so far and so has he, and pride is not enough to express how it must feel to build themselves up.

i think that in general, i also associate him with the colour red and this specific colour of tiger lilies are the ones for passion. also to be fair, he’s a leo and all of this kind of comes hand in hand with that. another thing is that the petals of a tiger lily stand so tall, which again adds to the sense of pride, and they feel reliable, just like seungcheol. he is someone you know you can go to, and is someone who feels like a natural leader (even though he definitely had to grow into it at least a little for the sake of seventeen).

ii. pink tulips (affection, good wishes, platonic love; admiration, care, devotion)

one of the qualities i admire most about seungcheol is how he often chooses to fade into the background to watch his members and it’s in these moments you can see the clear love he has for them. i firmly believe he wishes the best for them and works to make sure that everyone is cared for, whether that be directly, like spending one-on-one time, or indirectly, like sending one member to cheer another up.

he’s somehow behind the scenes despite his important role, and i believe that this is one thing of many that contributes to him being a great leader: he is not just “the leader of seventeen.” he is part of seventeen itself and doesn’t separate himself from his members as if there is a power imbalance or like he has the ability to make decisions that no one else does. most importantly, seungcheol is not just passionate and proud; he is also gentle, just like the soft pink hues of a freshly bloomed tulip.

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[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story masterlist | n.jm

pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

warning(s): drama, swearing, toxic friendship, may be suggestive idk yet, lots of flirting

status: finished

started: 23210

ended: 23603

a/n: started this on a whim

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00. profiles

01. new barista

02. working hours

03. cute friend, free macarons and missed opportunity

04. work proposal

05. free drinks and arguments

06. different friendships

07. one step forward...

08. huang homewrecker renjun

09. ...and three steps back

10. babygirl jaemin

11. aftermath

12. strong malewife & hot wusband

13. movie night & forgiveness

14. jaemin's friends

15. lottery shopping

16. jeno's dispatch era

17. drunk!y/n

18. istg na jaemin

19. happy birthday, y/n!

20. summer break

21. another one

22. y/n saving the day

23. complicated travel plans

24. shawty imma party 'til the sun down

25. mad!y/n

26. just not that into you

27. roadtrip

28. late night explanations

29. first day: bike railing and one bed trope at its finest

30. second day: girls' day & boys' day

31. second day: drunk!y/n again

32. third day: interesting pictures

33. third day: alpacas and kitchen gossips

34. fourth day: beach picnic

35. fourth day: soju ranking

36. fifth day: water activities

37. sixth day: free day

38. mixed signals

39. back to seoul

40. worries

41. study date?

42. sleepover

43. perhaps she snaps

44. date date date

45. playing victim

46. rejection & cakes

47. someone from the past

48. breaking point

49. what goes on when y/n is not at suhturday

50. surprise

51. abort mission

52. jaemin's birthday

53. wedding

54. parents

55. last confrontation

56. epilogue

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[sungbeam]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗! — nine

ix. it was ten's idea!!

in which the guilty parties blame a person who wasn't even present—wait, what did jisung just say?

park jisung x f!mc ; soc. media au, so much panic, humor, swearing

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[jaehunnyy]

His same, old, safe bet

Part 3 - What do you want from me?

Synopsis: Jeong Jaehyun has been the college's resident heartbreaker since before girls could even remember. He didn't care about feelings—well, until he met you. Blinded by your thirst for revenge, you become determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. It's only a matter of time before Jaehyun's carefully crafted walls come crashing down... right at your feet.

Genre: college!au, kind of an enemies-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, attempt of crack

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: heartthrob!Jaehyun × fem!reader (feat. Yuta × reader's bff)

Warnings: mentions of bad past relationships, mentions of heartbreak, some curse words, Jaehyun is a bit of a douchebag and he flirts a lot, usage of pet names, crack, abrubt ending (this chapter), possible grammatical mistakes

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One week has passed since your first encounter with Jeong Jaehyun. As much as it bothered you to admit, while the pain of the thoughts was crushing your pride in sharp pieces, you found yourself thinking about him and his weird antics. His last words were tattooed on the back of your brain, their weight feeling like a burden and giving you headaches. You used to believe in love at first sight, but you were now gathering all the strength to erase the thought that you might have fallen in love with him. You weren't supposed to, as he was only a challenge for you, a chance to prove him wrong. Your eyes were absentmindedly staring outside the window, your fingers fidgeting with the straw inside the drink you had ordered a while ago.

"Y/N, are you listening?" your friend, Ari, stopped typing on her phone, waving her hand in front of you so she can get your attention.

"Were you talking to me? Since you and Yuta have gotten together, your eyes are glued on your damn phone."

She pressed her lips together, in hope to have her smile contained—though it didn't work, her lips immediately stretching into happiness at the mention of his boyfriend.

"Sorry, Y/N. I was telling you about how our date went, but you spaced out. What's up?"

"I was just thinking about some assignments I need to get done. Tell me more about your date," you tried your best to force a smile, though right then, you were the suspicious one.

Worried that she might notice the change of your attitude, you brushed it off immediately, giving her a gentle nudge so she can start talking.

"It was very cute! He brought me roses and all—he's a real gentleman!" she squealed like a kid, clapping her hands softly.

Her genuine happiness made you chuckle, sincerely this time. You were happy that she had found herself a nice guy, but you were hoping it would last too. Your look traveled to the little clock placed on the taupe-colored wall, and you jumped off the chair in disbelief.

"Holy shit, i'm going to be late! I'm leaving now, take care!"

Without giving her any chance to say her goodbyes to you, you ran out of the café, your legs moving at their fastest pace. You kept on walking like that for around five minutes, before a loud honk resonated next to you. At first, you wanted to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop. Already annoyed, you looked in that direction, ready to shout at the someone that kept bothering you—but that was before his right front window rolled down, every thought dissipating at the sight of him. His signature smirk furrowed his face again, making you roll your eyes. Were you really bothered, though?

"Do you need a ride, hon'?" his voice resonated again, his hand resting on the steering wheel.

"I can get there by myself. You're no savior." you spat, smiling innocently. "Plus, if you wouldn't have appeared, what would have happened?"

He was quite intimidated by your stare and how it had an impact on him every time, along with the way you had a back up answer for his words, always.

"Just get in, I won't bite. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms softly. He burst out laughing, though when he saw the burning flames your eyes held, he stopped immediately.

"What were you thinking about? What I meant was that you will luckily get to your classes in time, and I get to spend time with you. So you'd better stop sitting here, on your own, and actually hop into my car."

You sighed, measuring the opportunities. "It's not like a 10 minutes ride with him would kill you. C'mon, Y/N." And though you knew that it wasn't part of your plan, you got inside.

The first two minutes were peaceful, but the silence was interrupted by his raspy voice. The only difference was that he wasn't talking, but singing. His honey voice matched the song perfectly, and as much as you wished to prevent that from happening, some butterflies started to dance in your stomach. If only it was the right time, but it wasn't the time to feel flattered by him, god, you had a mission. So you did what you thought was best right then—turned off the radio.

"Y/N? You actually resemble someone I tried to avoid my whole childhood."

You glared at him again, getting more and more confused with everything that was slipping through his mouth.

"And may I ask, who is that?" you bit your lip nervously, excepting a foul pick-up line of his again. Though—you wouldn't have ever imagined what would come next.

"Grinch. You remind me of Grinch. Do you know him? The one who stole Christmas, yeah." he stated with a serious face, before his laughter could replace the awkward silence. "You're both really grumpy… But if it makes you feel any better, you look a bit better than him."

If you used to find him the tiniest bit charming before, now it all went away, deep into the void.

"Grinch?! Jeong Jaehyun, I swear to God I'll end you."

"You'll end me? And how will you do this, doll?"

His calm tone irritated you, and the pet names he came with made you cringe every single time.

"I'll distract you until you crash," you threw him an evil smile, before realizing the deep meaning of your words: "No, wait, this could have both of us hurt!"

His chortling was heard once again, and you really wanted to smack him. Was he laughing at everything?

"You are such a dummy sometimes, Y/N." he said while parking the car, his hands handling the steering wheel skillfully. "Attractive", you thought, before shaking your head. And you made it obvious too.

"Y/N… you are acting very weird today. Am I, maybe, the reason behind this behaviour of yours?"

He was getting too full of himself, and you had to do something about it.

"No, it's actually your friend, Dokyeom. He is really hot, and less of a douchebag too." you proudly smiled, and got out of his car, leaving him high and dry once again.

There you were, again. The sassy Y/N he knew. The girl who tricked him with a fake name, the one who made him feel what losing his mind was like. The different one. He watched your figure getting smaller as you walked away, before leaving his car with a slam of the front door. His friends, Dokyeom and Mingyu, were working on a project together, and Yuta was attending his class. He shrugged and regained his cool posture, before putting his sunglasses on and walking inside the big building.

Two hours later, the break found him entering the café, as usual. His friends were waiting there, but they seemed to pay attention to the girls talking a few tables away. Even from a distance, they could tell how important the conversation was. And they were right. Ari had finally decided to tell you about her ex, and though you felt like the world around you crashed, it all made sense. A blinding thirst for revenge grew inside of you, and you already knew what you had to do. On the other side, you walked to your table like nothing happened, a weird smile plastered on your once—bright face.

"Hey, Y/N! We're meeting once again." he waved and sat next to you.

He felt like he needed to hurry this process, before the tables could have turned.

"Look, I want you to go on a date with me. If you'll enjoy it, we will meet again. If not, I promise I will leave you alone, for good."

Your eyes widened at his words, crimson red blush settling on your cheeks. He was giving up fastly, and that was odd. You knew he was planning something, but so were you.

"Are you in?"

You were more than happy with how the tables started to turn. "I'll show you why you shouldn't have messed with me, Jung," you thought, before opening your mouth to give him the answer.

[wooahaes]

tbh if i had to fight svt im banking on the fact that im literally 5'2(157cm) like. i'm tiny man. would these men want to beat up someone so small?

on the other hand, i could take hannie and gyu down. i have no idea how for hannie but for gyu, i need him distracted and then i'll absolutely BODY him. ill jump grab him by the neck w my arms and pull him down, which is why i need him distracted bc if he's not i will hang there like a cat.

i kinda want to get into an argument w kwan, like a silly one tho cuz i fear his flying kicks😭🤞 i think id have fun arguing w him for no reason at all

my only way of taking mingyu down is going for the knees tbh this is the only way i could take any of them down if im honest

a silly seungkwan argument would be fun tbh!! honestly... new post... who would i win an argument with...... its a more realistic thing for me to debate w someone and potentially win haha im stubborn as hell

[gallivantingheart]

Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 13: amaide ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 2670

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: some course language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: THIS IS IT! THE END IS NIGH. He’s a long one, that’s for sure. Thank you for anyone who has stuck through and tolerated every drawn out update - I appreciate it very much and hope you enjoyed it anyway xx

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

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You sit at the train station, the rain bucketing and splashing your legs. You can barely stand to check your phone.  Already, you can see the headlines: Princess To-Be Disappointing No-Show. That and the tens of voicemails probably piling up in your message bank. The disapproving hum of your mother, the squealing worry of Mingyu and Minghao. Soonyoung’s barely restrained desperation mixed with understanding only he could have. The guilt churns thick and slow in your stomach, a monster ready to rear its ugly head. But, amongst all that and your blurring tears, you find one you don't expect. Jihoon.

Your finger slips on a raindrop as you tap it.

“Hey. Uh, look. Whatever you're feeling and whatever you decide, it'll be okay. We'll still be here for you at the end of the day. But please, come home. We're all worried. Your grandmother is still waiting for you at the embassy. Everyone is. But, I'll be at home - uh, my place if you need me. Please, just be safe.”

There's another one, from an unknown number.

“Y/n,” your grandmother. “I know you're scared. I'm sorry if you ever felt like I was pushing you into this. So much has been riding on your shoulders, all so soon. And looking back, we should have waited. I should have waited. As much as I may not have looked it, I always cared. You’re family, our legacy. I'll still love you, whatever choice you make.  You could never disappoint me - anyone. I love you.”

That's all you needed. Mingyu's attempt at motivation could fall flat, Minghao terrible with your specific type of sympathy. Even Soonyoung’s familiar reassurance or anything your parents could ever say wouldn't sink in. They were all you wanted to hear. Grabbing your bag, you take off running, back to the bus stop back into the city. You might never make it. But you'll give it a damn shot. Violently struggling to tap on your transport pass, you slump into a window seat by the front, sighing in relief as it begins to putter away.

The scenery gets gradually slower and drivers’ thick brows furrow. You sit up wearily as we splutter to a stop, the air brakes whooshing anyway.

“W-why are we stopping?”

He turns to the few of us seated. “We've broken down. Probably the oil or something. I’ve called the depot and we’ll have a replacement shortly. Just sit tight.”

“We - what?” you squeak, getting up into the aisle. “No, no no no! I've got to be at the Amaide embassy! I have a ball to go to!”

He shrugs, opening the doors to let air in. “Sorry, Cinderella.”

You climb out the vehicle, out into the rain again. The road is straight and relatively unmarred. You'll have to run. Shouldering your bag oddly, slinging both straps of the duffle over each shoulder you start to sprint.

It's a bad, short lived sprint. Why you don’t think of a taxi is beyond you.

Your chest is heaving with pain, and so are your legs, crying out for relief. You look to the sky, unforgiving and heavy. You throw your side into a wall as you drag yourself along the footpath. You'll never make it.

“Oh - my - god. This is - how I die. Dead in a - in a puddle.” You sniffle through heaving breaths.

Leaving against the wall, you try holding back another sniffle before giving up, rubbing at your cold, running nose instead.

A car honks. Dropping your head down, you see the official envoy pull up, the door kicking open and the drivers’ window roll down. Junwoo and...Jihoon?

“Come on, princess. You're late!” the bulky man calls with a smirk.

You push off, throwing yourself into the leather seats. Jihoon is across from you, sitting neatly in his simple black suit. God, he looks good in it.

“Thank you for finding me.” You smile.

“Well, after that text and then you didn't show up, something had to have gone wrong. And Junwoo was going out to look for you anyway. Queen's orders.”

You sink into your seat as he passes you a towel. “Gotta love Grandmother.”

“She wasn't giving up on you too soon.” The stocky guard in front says through the open partition. You catch his smile in the rear view mirror. “Especially when Jihoon showed up.”

You pat your arms down and rub furiously at your hair. The cold is only just starting to sink in, wetting the leather under you and sending a shiver through your torso. Jihoon sighs and tosses another fluffy towel over your legs. You slide side to side on the seat a little as Junwoo zips through town while trying to be reasonable.

“Oh well, I'll definitely be making an entrance. Not the prettiest thing to ever get out of an Amaide envoy. Certainly not very princess-like.” You chuckle, throwing the first towel helplessly round your shoulders.

Jihoon’s gaze is warm on you, for once resting for more than a few moments in your direction. His pitch black hair is rustled from the gale that the rain brought with it.

“You're always beautiful, Princess.” He hums.

You laugh breathlessly, ducking your head. He was always so soft-spoken but never failed to make you at least a little flustered.

“How come you were ready so soon?” You squint at Jihoon.

“I was ready even before you messaged me. Call it intuition, but I had a feeling I’d end up here tonight, whether you knew it or not.”

The embassy houses are starting to pop up and you know you're close, even though the rain hasn't let up. You would never have made it in time with your ridiculous idea.

Junwoo pulls up an umbrella and the lot of you usher yourselves inside. Jihoon is swept away in the backstage madness, with not even a chance of goodbye. Soonhee is standing in her soft champagne dress, sash in red over her shoulder and across her middle. She smiles warmly and you don't care how much her dress costs for once as you barrel into her. She makes a soft grunt with the force but delicately wraps her arms around you.

“Thank you for not giving up on me. Sorry I'm late.” You mumble into her shoulder.

“Of course. You're a Park at heart. You're strong enough to make the right decision. It may not have been easy or kind and it might have taken a little while, but you're here.” She says haughtily. “Now, I’ve stalled for as long as I can but that means you're going to have to go out there as you are. There's no time left.”

How did everyone but yourself know you were gonna be here? 

You pull back to look at her with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you can't do any more? I don't want to go out like this for you or Amaide.”

Soonhee shakes her head. “I'm sorry. But, I think this will do. It’s...how do you say, authentic. I am glad and incredibly proud that my people will be in your hands.”

Soonyoung has wormed his way back behind the heavy velvet curtain. He giggles at the sight of you.

“Hey Boss! Bit late?”

“Just a little. Weather is vicious.” You shrug.

He slings an arm around you, rubbing fondly at your hair under the towel. “Say what you feel. It’ll come out right. See you after.”

You swallow and nod. Soonyoung gathers the queen up with Junwoo and they both exit down a short hall to the main ballroom. You sling the towel round your neck for later. Someone would announce you when you were ready. And you had to be ready now. You glance to an attendant to your left and nod resolute, heaving a calming breath.

You hear your name and the curtain pulling away to warm bright lights and a podium ornately carved with lemon tree motifs - you know, you watched them pull it out from storage. There’s the violent, sickening shutter of cameras but you hold firm, plastering on a nervous smile, your towel slung round your shoulders.

Your grip is tight on the wood as you lean into the mic. “Hello. Good evening. I apologise for the wait - the weather is a bit horrendous.” A smattering of laughter from press and guests. The lights aren’t blinding but you’re trying not to focus on the many faces on you. “Thank you for attending tonight. Amaide’s freedom and independence has always been our pride. But, I understand if that’s not really why you’re here. And that sort of sucks. Because our country and our people should not boil down to the latest tabloid gossip. We have a thriving tourism and agriculture sector and are one of the few modern societies with a very active and well-functioning monarchy - and a matriarchal one at that. We should be celebrating its freedom and everything that makes it what it is. But, I digress.

“As of half an hour ago I was sitting at a train station in the pouring rain, running away from all of this. And think about it, three months ago, I didn’t even know about this world. And I didn’t think I was ever going to be ready. You’ve all seen my face more in these last few months than anyone ever has all my life. These events have turned the lives of myself and everyone I care about upside down. They have borne this mess none of us ever asked for. I love them all so much that I didn’t want to ruin my home.

“But - oh but. Amaide is home for millions of people. And it could be my home too. I mean, you all just heard me wax poetic about a place I’ve never been. But, it is part of who I am. Who I am going to be. I would never dream of hurting it. I’m so desperate to take care of my home, always have been.

“So with that in mind, I make my claim as Princess and heir apparent to Amaide’s throne - to the future.”

You smile and the delegates make raucous applause. Camera shutter click and flash but you hold steady. You have claimed your birthright. Now it's time to make the right impression for once.

You tip your head. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d love to dry off a bit before I catch the flu! Please, enjoy your evening.”

You’re ushered off to the side stage then around the back to servants quarters. Antoni is violently brandishing a round brush and Dyson Air Wrap like a club.

“Where is the Princess! Chop chop!” He cries out.

Massive, calloused hands are firmly on your shoulder blades and shove you into his direction - damn Junwoo, enjoyed any pain that you endured. His eyes light up then he goes pasty.

“This? This is my canvas? Ey, I have my work cut out, huh?” He shoots you a look. “Always the hard road, hmm Princess? Come come, we fix.”

You are whirled up the staircase where Antoni makes quick work of you. The gown fits perfectly, all those fittings paying off in the speedy transformation. Antoni knows what he’s doing, determined as he works around you, drying your hair out for some more control.

“I try to keep you a little natural - we want a good, open impression of you, Princess. Looks can be everything, huh?”

Your hair draped behind your ears and up off your neck in twists and layers where you didn’t know where your hair began and ended. A glittering hair comb, part of the private collection, just like the heavy set necklace that rested against your collarbone, dazzling and weighty. Antoni claps his hands, triumphant. “You are done - beautiful! My work is perfect! Come, the queen will give tiara.”

The embassy is no longer daunting, the staircase not a passage to doom. You turn to Antoni and tip your head.

“Thank you, for your help tonight.”

He scoffs and waves you off. “Is honour, Princess. I must go and ready myself for the people. They will all want to know who dressed the future queen of Amaide.”

You laugh as he whirls back out the way he came and you look to the attendant again, motion to call.

“Announcing Princess Y/N, of Amaide.”

The red curtains part and you step back into the light.

The queen holds a sparkling tiara, the most stunning thing you’d ever seen. This, you hadn't organised. Your grandmother was quite secretive about this part, insisting it was something she must do alone.

She raises it and you tip your head down so that she could place it on your head. “This was my first tiara, also gifted by my grandmother at my coming out ball. I was not meant to be queen. Neither were you. Now look at where we are. Now you must shine.”

A round of applause and your sight falls on your mother's eyes glassy and red as she smiles, her applause one of the few that mattered at that moment.

When you step to the main floor, you are swarmed by diplomats and the like with congratulations. Soonyoung is by your side in a heartbeat to mitigate them as quickly as possible, while turning the lights on even more and the strings rising in. A lot of greetings and thank you’s and “look forward to discussing the topic of choice with you at a later date.”

Then, as soon as you’d finished, the people fell away and you spot Jihoon by a pillar, close to the string orchestra. Of course he was where the music was.

I sidle up next to him, watching the orchestra. “Evening.”

He glances at you and smiles. “Evening, Princess.”

“How’s your night been?”

“I did meet the conductor here. Got some tips, had a chat. I can keep myself busy.”

You mock frown. “That’s the conductor of Amaide’s Philharmonic Orchestra, you know - the queen pulled out all the stops. But, I had sort of hoped you would be at least a little bit bored. What am I supposed to do to top that for someone like you?”

“Not sure. Maybe become princess?” Jihoon smirks.

“You’re annoying. Lee Jihoon, will you do me the honour of being my first dance partner?” You pout up at him a little, clasping your hands in your lap. “I saved it for you. Even over my own parents!”

“Of course. How can I deny that?”

He guides you gently out to the mosaic floor, settling you in front of him. In your time training and with Jihoon as a music major, you yourself have come to appreciate the string set playing tonight - you might not know the song, but it’s very beautiful and fits the energy of the room. He starts with a simple, not very royal, sway. With your meticulously manicured hands slung up round his neck, you let the fact that this is your first dance as princess, in public, cameras shuttering only metres away fall to the back of your mind. You’re happy that this moment would be one of the first pictures for the news outlets. You wanted it documented.

“Are you sure you’re okay with a princess as a potential girlfriend? We’re very prim and proper and not very fun. We certainly shouldn’t be going out for fried chicken and drinks on a weekly basis.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure you can make an exception.”

“For you?” You quirk a brow.

Jihoon gives you an unimpressed look. “Yeah, I guess for me.”

“Well, of course then!” You laugh. “Anything for you!”

And after all this, you really mean it. He grits his teeth and grins, tightening his grip on you and giving you a forceful spin that has you cackling. Jihoon doesn’t even get tangled in your dress!

“I didn’t know you could dance.” You chirp.

“I’m a music major. I’ve got rhythm.”

“Shut up.”

final notes: well, here we are. the end of an excessively drawn out two...three? year journey. i hoped you enjoyed it as much as i did. and i certainly hope i did justice any sort of expectation you may have had walking into this. thank you so much for all the support, i promise it did not go amiss! who knows? maybe i might pull a “princess diaries 2: the royal engagement” just to be funky...

[suhnshinehaos]

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[dokries]

seventeen as flowers - yoon jeonghan

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a/n: the second part for seventeen as flowers :D jeonghan was honestly super fun to write about surprisingly. quick disclaimer: there's no specific colour of clematis i chose for jeonghan and used only the general meanings!

i. eighteen scholars camellias (longing, longevity, faithfulness; patience and understanding)

this is going to sound superficial but we all know jeonghan is dainty, just like this camellia. however, both him and this flower have proven themselves to be strong, though in different ways: the flower is one that grows eighteen buds, hence the name, which i think requires so much power, and jeonghan himself is someone who’s improved so much over the years. he went from having no lines in their debut song to the proud vocal unit member he is now, and i could never be happier that he made that progress.

another important thing to note is that jeonghan is seventeen’s home. he’s naturally a caring person, and a place they can stay when they need to before getting back to being the best they can be. just like each bud of this intricate flower has something tucked away in it, i’m sure he stores secrets and facts about his fellow members away into his mind as well, and he pulls them out when his friends need reminders of who they are.

ii. clematis (ingenuity, cleverness, mental strength; wisdom, travel, mischief)

a big part of jeonghan is how annoying he can easily become, something that kind of contradicts his gentleness. he is one of the most clever people i know and though he uses it to his advantage like in variety shows, he usually just pranks his members (of course, i don’t need any examples of that). however, it does take a lot of strength that’s not just physical to be in his line of work.

this is a bit off topic but i often find myself wondering how he copes with the lack of privacy—the constant need to be out and promoting, and just seeming like the best person he can be on camera, which is why i’m glad jeonghan has his members by his side and vice versa. though i jokingly call him an evil man, i think that being mischievous is jeonghan’s love language and all of seventeen appreciates it, no matter how brutal he can be at times.

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[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | epilogue

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: !to clarify, this is happening a few months after the events of part fifty five!

i can't believe this is the end already. i can't thank all of you enough for all the likes, comments and asks this au had received 💛 i don't reply to all the comments bc i don't want to flood my own comment section but i really love to see everyone's reaction. i have other works in progress i can't wait to share and also another sns au coming (well i hope) soon.

the villain in your story official ending, hope to see you again soon!!

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[sungbeam]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗! — four

iv. the ball's not in my court 😔

in which we all feel a little bad for jisung 🤕 but he's totally got this! ... right?

park jisung x fem!reader ; soc. media, little bit angsty, crack lol, explanation of the "god complex"

a/n: okay but tbh jisung's plan involves talking to yn just not *talking* to yn 🤡

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[junmoonhui]

worlds collide

Pairing: dino x reader, pjo/hoo x reader

chapter 9: who was that? (masterlist)

hi, i'm sorry for posting this late, but thank you for understanding! it's been quite a weird week for me and to be honest some parts of it feel like a dream. i hope everyone's well and staying safe! this is a reminder to let yourself feel what you feel and to reach out when it all gets too much <3

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Also tagging my moots from @marichat-verse because this is also majorly a pjo/hoo fic: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @ewitsren