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All My Love: A SEVENTEEN x Hogwarts AU

Published Wednesday, February 14th, 2024 — Happy Valentine's Day and, more importantly, happy Carat Day! Honestly, I really got attached to these versions of the SEVENTEEN members that I created for the Christmas AU, so I decided to continue their stories with what I hope is a cute series of events for our thirteen diamonds. ♡

As a refresher, here's some information before you start reading!

Word count: ~ 10,800

AU Ages:

Seventh years — Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Soonyoung

Sixth years — Wonwoo, Jihoon, Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao

Fifth years — Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan

AU Houses:

Gryffindor — Seungcheol, Soonyoung, Vernon, Chan

Ravenclaw — Wonwoo, Jihoon, Minghao

Hufflepuff — Junhui, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan

Slytherin — Jeonghan, Joshua

Description: It's Valentine's Day at Hogwarts and everyone has plans—or some things that go according to plan and some that don't. Romance is on the table for some, while others prefer to spend quality time with their friends—because all love is important. All you need to know is that you probably don't want to be Vernon.

Read “All My Love” on Ao3!

The Black Lake — February 14th (early evening)

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!"

The Gryffindor winced as his boyfriend's voice transcended octaves in his unbridled fury.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this!"

Gryffindor Fifth Year Boys' Dormitory — February 1st

"Vernon?"

The fifth year Gryffindor turned his head away from where he had been watching the rain fall outside the window to look at his oldest hyung over his shoulder.

"Oh, hey, hyung," he greeted him with a nod.

"Have you seen Seungkwan recently?" Seungcheol asked him, brow furrowed with concern.

"Um, not since last night," Vernon replied, face blank. "Why?"

The older Gryffindor sighed, sitting next to him on the bench seat in front of the window.

If not even his boyfriend had seen him recently, then maybe Seungkwan's situation was far more serious than anyone realized.

"I'm worried about him," Seungcheol admitted. "He doesn't really seem like himself. Not anywhere near a quarter as fussy as he normally is about everyone and everything." He glanced at Vernon out of the corner of his eye, noticing that he had gone back to facing the window. "You're usually attached at the hip, it's unusual that you haven't seen him at all today."

"Are you saying that I should know where my boyfriend is every minute of every day?" Vernon said tonelessly.

"No, that's not what I'm saying." Seungcheol tilted his head to one side, surveying him carefully. "I'm saying that as his best friend, you might know what's been going on with him."

The younger boy turned his head away.

"So you do know," Seungcheol said gently.

Vernon's shoulders tensed. He said nothing for a few moments, Seungcheol waiting patiently while he grappled with whether he should confide in the prefect or not.

Finally, his shoulders slumped.

"Last spring," he began, "one of Seungkwan's closest friends from home... passed away."

"I remember," Seungcheol said gravely. "That's why he was gone for a while."

"Yeah, he went back home to attend the funeral." Vernon sighed. "The friend... he was a Muggle... and obviously Seungkwan couldn't tell him that he was a wizard, so his friend thought that he had gotten a scholarship to attend some fancy boarding school in the UK. Seungkwan had been jumping through all kinds of hoops to stay in touch with him without giving himself away, getting letters sent by Muggle post... talking about classes that are taught at Muggle schools... They would hang out all summer when Seungkwan would go home after every end of term... but then..." Vernon rubbed at his nose furiously with the sleeve of his sweater, sniffling. "His friend was really unhappy and I think he missed Seungkwan a lot—"

"It's okay," Seungcheol stopped him. "You don't have to keep going."

Vernon nodded gratefully, wiping at his eyes.

"His birthday was last week," he said softly, "and Seungkwan hasn't been taking it very well. I feel like I should be doing something... more? Better? But he barely even talks to me, won't even look at me sometimes..." He finally looked up at Seungcheol, his eyes sparkling with tears. "Hyung, I don't know what to do. I feel like such a bad boyfriend."

Seungcheol inhaled deeply through his nose, his mind running through the memories he had of Seungkwan and Vernon, both back when they had been just friends and after they had gotten together. To anyone who didn't know the pair very well, it would seem like Seungkwan took care of Vernon in every way—because that was how his affection manifested itself—but their friends all knew that Vernon was Seungkwan's biggest supporter and that the Hufflepuff relied on his boyfriend more than anyone. At just fifteen, they had a connection deeper than most adults Seungcheol had met; and no one who saw them together could ever accuse Vernon of not being a good boyfriend.

Seungcheol exhaled heavily.

"You're not a bad boyfriend," he reassured Vernon. "The fact that you're worried about it this much is proof that you're not. All you need to do is let him know that you're here for him." He stood up, patting the younger on the shoulder. "Besides, Valentine's Day is coming up in a couple of weeks. Maybe come up with something that will really show him that he's not alone in this."

Astronomy Tower — February 14th (early afternoon)

"What took you so long?" Wonwoo asked, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

"I'm so sorry," Mingyu huffed, stuffing something into his school bag. "I got stopped by... Alice Pembroke... on my way up here." He dropped to the floor next to his best friend, chest heaving with exhaustion. Shoving his still-open bag away from him, he raked his fingers through his sweaty hair. "I didn't mean to be late."

"I know you didn't," the Ravenclaw said softly. "You have quite a lot of sweets in your bag," he observed, finally looking away from his book to peek inside the contents of Mingyu's school bag.

The Hufflepuff beater snorted.

"I would offer you some but after that one Gryffindor girl was sent Sugar Quills dipped in love potion, I've learned not to eat anything people give me on Valentine's Day," he muttered, zipping up his bag and leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. "It's all a bunch of nonsense anyway."

Wonwoo carefully folded the corner of the page he was reading before setting the book aside. He tried to remind himself that it wasn't because he felt inadequate and needed Mingyu to tell him that he was wrong about what he was going to say—he just wanted him to be happy. The possibility that his best friend was choosing to remain single so that he would always be able to hang out with him just didn't sit right with him, and he would make sure that Mingyu's love life no longer suffered, even if it meant he had to spend more time alone.

"You know, you don't have to keep turning down girls because of me," he said quietly.

Mingyu slowly straightened up, opening his eyes to stare at Wonwoo blankly. When he didn't say anything for a few moments, Wonwoo decided to elaborate.

"Every time I try to have this conversation with you, you refuse to talk about it," he pressed. "You like girls, or at least you liked the girls back home. I know that you want to fall in love—that you believe in love—but you've rejected every single girl that's been interested in you since we started at Hogwarts. It's okay, you know? I'm not going to become a recluse if you start going out with someone. I can take care of myself."

Mingyu continued to stare blankly at him, showing no sign that he was taking in anything that the Ravenclaw was saying. Irritated, Wonwoo waved his hand in his face.

"Is any of this getting across to you?" the usually laidback boy demanded.

Still not receiving an answer or any indication that Mingyu had processed anything he had just said, Wonwoo stood up and started gathering his things, trying not to be too aggressive about it. If Mingyu wanted to keep avoiding the subject, then he could do it by himself.

"Wha—wait, wait, wait!" Mingyu said hastily, lurching forward and tugging on his arm to stop him. "Don't leave! I... I'm not trying to be annoying on purpose, I just—" He cut himself off, exhaling through his teeth. "I don't really know how to explain it."

"Explain what?" Wonwoo asked, looking down at his best friend, who was still sitting on the floor.

"A lot of things," Mingyu replied, leaning back against the wall again, "but I promise you that I'm not turning down dates because I think that you can't function without me."

Now thoroughly embarrassed that he had even voiced that particular insecurity, Wonwoo hesitated for a moment before dropping his bag back on the floor and sitting back down next to him.

"I'm sorry I got upset," he murmured. "I just don't want to be the one holding you back from something that I know is important to you."

"You're right, it is important to me," Mingyu agreed, "but not right now." He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling of the Astronomy Tower. "It's funny... we're in our sixth year, we have one more year left after this before we have to go out into the world and decide what we want to do with our lives... and I still feel so... young."

"I mean... we are." Wonwoo looked up at the ceiling himself, eyes following the veins in the stone. "Sixteen is not old enough to really make any decisions, not even about girls."

"Right, so I don't really understand why everyone is trying to find their future spouses now. I know a lot of Pureblood families don't arrange their children's marriages anymore, but there are still a few Slytherins who are already bound to betrothal contracts! Betrothal contracts! In this day and age! Anyway..." Mingyu grabbed his bag and shook it, the contents rattling around inside. "This? It's all fake. These girls are only interested in me because they think I'm handsome."

"You are handsome, though," Wonwoo pointed out.

"Thanks, but my point is that they don't know me. They don't know anything about me," Mingyu said. "I'm nothing more than good looks to them—with bonus points for being a foreigner and adding to the intrigue."

"Well, how is anyone supposed to get to know you if you don't let anyone close enough?"

"I don't need anyone else!" the Hufflepuff insisted stubbornly. "I have a twelve-person friend group. For some people, that's more than enough. Plenty. A lot, even."

"Oh, you won't find any disagreements from me there," Wonwoo said, chuckling. "Sometimes I think our friend group is a little much at times, but they're very understanding about me time. Anyway, back to you, you're being very cynical. A lot of people our age date for fun. No one's telling you that it has to be that serious, it might just be nice to have someone to spend time with on Valentine's Day. That's all."

"Is that something you want?" Mingyu asked him.

"Someday," he answered. "Not today, though. Besides, no one's been asking me, but a lot of people have asked you. That's why I'm bringing it up. If you were less nice, the girls here might start calling you a heartbreaker. Even Cedric Diggory had a girlfriend, you know, before the Triwizard Tournament."

"They can say whatever they want about me, it doesn't matter," Mingyu said, shrugging. "We're graduating next year and I don't think I'm going to be looking for jobs here, so I don't have to play British wizarding politics by avoiding rejecting girls from good families. I value my time and I'm choosing to spend it with people whom I also value, which includes you. Like..." He scratched the back of his head, frowning. "I think you're the most important person in my life and I want to be with you forever, but like... in a... not romantic way? If that makes sense? Like, I think we could get a house together and split bills and go grocery shopping and I would find that just as fulfilling as doing all that stuff with a girlfriend. I mean, girls are nice, but they're not you."

"I think the word you're looking for is 'platonic'," the Ravenclaw supplied helpfully. "And for the record, I feel the same way. I think people whose friends stop existing for them once they get a significant other are terrible."

"Yeah, what is up with that?" Mingyu agreed. "Can you imagine Seungcheol and Jeonghan just dropping all of us? Or Seungkwan and Vernon?"

"Never." Wonwoo shook his head. "Our lives are all so wrapped up in each other's, the thirteen of us can never really be apart. We're going to be old and gray... and taking up an entire apartment complex building by ourselves."

"I think that would be fun, honestly. A huge high-rise in Seoul, paid for by Jeonghan hyung." Snickering, Mingyu dug through his bag, unearthing a couple of packages of kimbap wrapped in plastic from under the piles of candy and cards. "My mom sent these, by the way. She specifically told me that I could not eat your portion, so you are now legally obligated to eat it."

"Tell her I said thank you," Wonwoo said, gratefully accepting the kimbap and unwrapping the plastic. "Your mom always has really great timing, she just knows when to send food."

"See, now you have to be friends with me forever," Mingyu teased. "Otherwise, no kimbap for you."

Wonwoo punched the Hufflepuff's arm affectionately.

"I don't need kimbap for that," he promised. "We were always going to be friends forever."

"Is there something longer than forever?"

"Forever and a day."

"That's still forever."

"I know."

Hufflepuff Sixth Year Boys' Dormitories — February 14th (afternoon)

Seokmin shuffled through the pile of parchment in his hands as he trudged into the sixth year boys' dormitories, muttering to himself about moonstone properties and measurement conversions. Entirely preoccupied with trying to figure out where he might have made a mistake on his last quiz, he didn't notice that anything was amiss until a voice broke through his concentration.

"Whoa, what happened in here?"

Seokmin's head snapped up when his dorm mate walked into the room, the amazement in his tone catching his attention.

"Well, that's certainly something," he said, blinking at the grand display in front of him.

The curtains of his four-poster bed had been pulled back to reveal a large bouquet of red, pink, and white balloons floating in place with magic above his mattress. Also floating in the air was a single card in a plain white envelope with his name printed neatly on it, although it didn't look like anyone's handwriting that he recognized—especially since the person had written it in Korean and he knew what all of his friends' handwriting looked like when they wrote in Korean.

Seokmin crossed the room to his bed, dropping his bag on the floor and the parchment in his hands on his bedside table. He plucked the card out of the air, using a quick spell to break the wax seal on it without destroying the pretty heart shape. When he opened it, he saw that the person had tried to also write their message to him in Korean with the help of a translation spell; and while the words were a little clumsy, he immediately found himself touched by the effort.

"To the one and only Lee Seokmin,

Happy Valentine's Day!

I'm sorry that I couldn't face you in person. I'm not ready to reveal myself to you yet, but I still want to tell you that you make me smile every single day because you deserve to know. Please accept this card and the balloons well, I worked really hard on the spells to make them work. Maybe someday I will be able to tell you how I feel face to face. Until then, please be happy and healthy, and tell some new jokes in class when you learn them. I promise I will laugh like I always do.

With love,

Your secret admirer"

Reaching the end of the card, Seokmin stared silently at the words on the cardstock paper, trying to think of people in his classes who maybe laughed a little too much at his jokes or paid him any kind of special attention. Truthfully, there were very few people who didn't find him funny, so he quickly gave up on trying to figure out his admirer's identity that way.

"Does the card say who the balloons are from?" his dorm mate asked him, breaking him out of his deep thought.

"No, secret," Seokmin replied absentmindedly.

"Oh, that's a shame. Well, good on you anyway, mate!" His fellow Hufflepuff clapped him on the shoulder. "At least there's someone out there who likes you a whole lot."

As the other boy left, Seokmin inspected the balloons with a critical eye. The card had said that his secret admirer had worked really hard on the spells to "make them work" and he was curious to see exactly what the balloons were meant to do. What could you even make balloons do with magic anyway?

Intrigued, he cautiously poked one at the front of the bunch and gasped as the shiny surface rippled, revealing the words "POP ME".

"But I'm easily startled," Seokmin muttered to himself.

Wand clutched in hand, he debated just leaving the balloons alone and enjoying the sight of them—but the thought of never finding out what kind of magic had been placed on them was too tempting for him to ignore.

Waving his wand, he then quickly braced himself for the loud pop, covering his ears. However, instead of a popping sound, a high-pitched voice chirped, "I hope your Valentine's Day is magical!"

The voice had been disguised, of course, but the realization that his secret admirer had charmed the balloons not to make sounds when he popped them because they knew he was easily startled had tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Wiping at his face with his sleeve, he eyed the remaining balloons, trying to decide which one to pop next so that he could hear a different message.

"Wow, who sent you those?" Junhui asked, peeking in the doorway on his way down the hall.

"No clue," Seokmin told him happily, "but they're pretty amazing. Look!"

The older Hufflepuff entered the room, approaching Seokmin's bed to get a closer look at the magic balloons. The sixth year tapped a random balloon, showing Junhui how the words "POP ME" appeared, then waved his wand, causing the balloon to pop.

"I must need Occlumency because I can't get you out of my head!" it trilled.

"That is some amazing charm work," Junhui praised, peering more closely at the balloons. "The person who sent them to you didn't leave a name?"

Seokmin passed him the card.

"Too shy," he informed him.

Junhui read over the contents of the card quickly then handed it back.

"Hmm, would've been nice to know so that you could thank them for their effort, but the gesture is thoughtful," he said, shrugging. "They even made it so the balloons wouldn't make noise when popped. They must have enough classes with you to know you're a big ole scaredy cat."

"Yah!" Seokmin huffed, even though it was true.

Junhui chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"I'm happy for you, Seokmin-ah," he said, his tone genuine. "I'll see you later, meeting up with Minghao."

"What else is new?" Seokmin called after him as he left. "Now, back to these balloons..."

The Whomping Willow — February 14th (early evening)

"Who do you think it is?" Junhui asked his best friend, having just finished telling him about the charmed balloons Seokmin had received from his secret admirer.

Minghao didn't look up as he answered, his focus on washing the tea leaves in preparation to brew tea for the two of them.

"Your guess is as good as mine. A lot of people think Seokmin is funny, I'm sure he has no shortage of admirers."

"Honestly, I kind of want to know just so that I can ask them how they came up with the spell," Junhui said thoughtfully. "It was really very impressive. Whoever did it must like Seokmin a lot."

Minghao hummed in agreement, still concentrating on the task at hand.

The pair had chosen a nice spot not too close to the tree to set up a small, low-rise table so that they could sit and drink their tea together. Minghao often held these tea ceremonies alone, something that he did purely for his own joy and relaxation. The activity required singular focus, which took his busy mind off of other things for a while. It's not that the others were never invited, but they understood that it was something he needed to do for himself; and he had an unparalleled collection of different teas for a sixteen-year-old living away from home.

Junhui stretched his arms over his head, looking up at the Whomping Willow looming deceptively calmly above them.

"Do you ever wonder about what it would be like to settle down with someone?" he mused. "Even if they really like you, they still might not understand certain aspects of your personality or what's really important to you. What if they don't appreciate your tea ceremonies?"

"I haven't really thought about it," Minghao replied, tone even. "I know that I'd like to settle down eventually, but that seems pretty far off. There are still so many things I want to do first—like graduate from this school that we worked so hard to get into. I'm not enduring racism and xenophobia from narrow-minded Brits to worry about whether some witch from the English countryside appreciates my tea ceremonies. Besides, I do the tea ceremonies for myself, not for other people."

"You're preparing a tea ceremony for me now," Junhui pointed out.

"Yeah, well, that's you."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you're not on the same level as everyone else," Minghao elaborated. "You're my best friend, and I know you do appreciate my tea ceremonies."

Not even remotely satisfied by the reassurance his best friend was giving him, the Hufflepuff pressed further.

"Will you miss me after I graduate?" Junhui's eyes left the Whomping Willow, dropping back down to observe Minghao's hands as he started to steep the tea leaves in hot water. "Tell me honestly."

"Don't be stupid," Minghao told him flatly and without missing a beat.

"Hey! I was just asking—"

"And I'm telling you again: don't be stupid." Minghao didn't take his eyes off the tea leaves, even as he spoke. "No offense to our friends but you know I'd miss you the most. I can't believe I even have to tell you that."

"It wouldn't hurt you to tell me sometimes! I like the reassurance."

"All of our friends are already talking about how I'm going to try and sneak you into the Ravenclaw dorms every weekend next year. If they know it, then so do you. Now drink your tea."

His tone was not unkind, simply matter-of-fact, the way it often was. Junhui knew that Minghao was nice in his own way, and he definitely cared about him—he just communicated it a little differently.

Having already poured the freshly brewed tea, Minghao carefully slid a teacup across the table towards the Hufflepuff. Junhui simply stared at the cup for a moment, admiring the detail and craftsmanship of the emerald green and gold accent pattern. Tendrils of steam wafted up gently but Junhui knew it would be the perfect temperature. It always was.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, finally picking up his tea and bringing it to his lips.

Minghao hummed in response, picking up his own tea. The fragrance coming from the perfectly steeped jasmine tea leaves filled the chilly February air around them, almost as if they were in their own bubble.

Most days they really were.

Junhui knew that he was really lucky that Minghao had come to Hogwarts at the same time as him, even though they were a year apart. It had been a long and difficult process to get accepted as a second year; and if Headmistress McGonagall had been a less generous woman, he never would've met Minghao—or any of the others. They had been made fun of and harassed from the moment they had arrived, but now—almost at the end of his time at the illustrious school—he wouldn't have done things any differently.

Now, if he could only be as certain about what laid ahead.

"Do you think falling in love is as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be?" Junhui asked, setting his cup down.

"You're full of existential questions today." Minghao also set his cup down. "I think... that it's probably really nice in its own way... but that it's not the only kind of love that's important. Love comes in all forms and they're all equally necessary and fulfilling. People put all of their eggs in the romantic love basket and then wonder why they're still unhappy when they ditched all their friends for a new relationship."

"So you don't think it's lame that you're having tea with your best friend on Valentine's Day?"

"Of course not." Minghao snorted. "There's nothing else I'd rather be doing. Anyway, do you think it's lame for Mingyu and Wonwoo to be hanging out in the Astronomy Tower of all places doing who knows what when Mingyu has the entire female student population after him?"

"No, not at all," Junhui replied quickly. "They are each other's most important person."

"Exactly." Minghao smiled at his best friend over the rim of his teacup. "Aren't I your most important person?"

"Yes. Always yes," Junhui assured him.

"And you're mine, so don't worry about it anymore," Minghao said, reaching across the table to pat Junhui's shoulder fondly.

"Why do I feel like you're the older one instead of me?"

"Because it's my duty to impart wisdom upon you from time to time," the Ravenclaw informed him matter-of-factly. "It comes with the house."

Junhui rolled his eyes.

"In other news, my mother wrote to me this morning letting me know that one of the girls with whom I attended primary school told her parents that I'm going to a private school in the UK, and so they contacted my parents asking if they had any prospective fiancées in mind for me," Minghao told him. "My pretend pedigreed education is apparently an attractive quality."

"Ah, they're Muggles," Junhui concluded. "Your parents don't have a problem with that, do they?"

"No, definitely not." Minghao shook his head. "I just think it's much more difficult to try and be in relationships with non-magic folk. You have to hide so much, not even just because you think they can't be trusted but because you never know how they're going to take the news. It's a lot of information for most people to handle."

"I don't know, I think my father took it pretty well," Junhui said, thinking back to the story his parents had told him about how his mother had broken the news to her then-boyfriend that she was a witch. "But he is a little odd himself, so I think he was just relieved that she wasn't as normal as he thought she was."

"Your parents are a pretty strange pair," Minghao admitted, "but I like them. They're very nice."

"And your parents are hilarious," Junhui returned, remembering when they had come to the pick-up point at Hogsmeade to take a Portkey back to China for the summer just last year. "You really take after them."

Minghao shrugged.

"Superior genetics."

Junhui snorted into his teacup, blowing bubbles across the surface of the still-hot liquid.

"Don't scoff," Minghao pretended to scold him. "You have the very best best friend you could possibly ask for. You should be grateful."

Still holding the teacup to his face to hide his smile, Junhui nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I am. I always am."

The Library — February 14th (early evening)

"I knew I'd find you here!" Soonyoung exclaimed happily, weaving through the aisles as he skipped towards the study tables.

Jihoon looked up at the Gryffindor, frowning. The table that he was sitting at was covered entirely in books and parchment, a stark contrast to the other empty tables. In fact, his was the only occupied table in the entire library. Madame Pince wasn't even lurking in the shadows as usual, considering that Soonyoung was speaking at louder than an inside voice and she hadn't come over to reprimand him.

"I'm usually here," he deadpanned, looking back down at his work, "the same of which cannot be said for you."

Soonyoung didn't look the least bit offended by Jihoon's words, long since used to his particular form of communication. Undeterred, he looked down at all of the materials spread out on the table, trying to figure out what Jihoon was working on even though it was upside down for him.

"You have to be the only person in the entire school who's studying today!" he pouted, pawing at the parchment nearest to him. "It's Valentine's Day! A day for love! What are you even working on?"

"Getting ahead," Jihoon said shortly, yanking the parchment back from him. "Love can wait."

"Jihoon-ah, you'll work yourself to death," Soonyoung chided him, pulling out the chair opposite the Ravenclaw. "I think you should take a break."

"That's how I like it," Jihoon grumbled, "and I have nothing pressing to attend to tonight, so there's no point in taking a break."

"I came all the way up here, to the library—where I never am, as you correctly pointed out—to find you and you won't pull yourself away from your books to hang out with me?"

Jihoon's quill paused mid-scratch, the only indication that he had heard the seventh year's question, before he continued writing.

"You don't usually ask me to hang out," he said, his tone bordering on indifferent.

"It's not for lack of wanting to. I always want to," Soonyoung admitted. "And I always think you're going to say no, so I never ask."

He thought he could see a faint pink blush on Jihoon's cheeks but it was hard to tell from this angle.

"That's not very Gryffindor of you," Jihoon commented, scribbling away.

"It's the one thing in which I lack courage," Soonyoung huffed. "But to be fair, you're very intimidating, even though you're the cutest person I know."

Jihoon accidentally pressed down on the parchment too hard with his quill, creating an ink blot over the words he was writing. Swearing under his breath, the tips of his ears red, he waved his wand at the offending spot.

"Stop talking nonsense," he hissed, the red flush spreading from his ears to the rest of his face.

"I'm not!" Soonyoung insisted. "I think you're the cutest person in the whole school!"

"Shut up!"

Jihoon wasn't even trying to focus on his work anymore, intent on getting Soonyoung to stop talking before he had a coronary. Not that it was possible. The seventh year was actually very shy—but you would never know it by the way his mouth ran a million miles when he was around his friends. He seemed determined to say his piece and nothing was going to get in the way of him saying it.

"You're always so strict and I think it's because you like it when people listen to you, but you're always doing nice things for people while pretending that you had nothing to do with it," the Gryffindor continued, oblivious to the fact that Jihoon was now bypassing red and heading into scarlet. "Like that time you jinxed those people who had been making fun of Junhui and Minghao when they first arrived. It was so impressive, I remember thinking that you were such a cool and dependable person even back then."

"That's enough!"

"And you're so buff for such a small and cute person." Soonyoung rested his chin on one hand. "You could probably knock me out if you really wanted to. Honestly, please do it, it would be the greatest honor of my life. Anyway, it makes no sense... and yet it makes perfect sense. Everything about you is just... so fascinating."

The Ravenclaw jumped up from his chair, hurling the quill he had been using at Soonyoung, who turned and ducked just in time to watch it sail over his head.

"Whoa! What was that for?"

"Why are you saying all this?" Jihoon demanded. "Did you come up here just to embarrass me?"

Realizing that he and the sixth year were not on the same page in spite of the way he had just gushed about him, Soonyoung shook his head.

Apparently he had not been clear enough.

"Accio quill," he murmured, holding a hand out for the quill Jihoon had thrown at him before offering it back to him. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, although I am sorry if that's how you feel. I'm just trying to tell you how I feel, which is that you scare me but I like it—I like you."

Jihoon snatched his quill back, face still impossibly red.

"You have a funny way of showing it," he snapped. "You have mere months left before you graduate, your timing is nothing if not grossly impeccable."

"I know, I haven't been very brave," Soonyoung said, shrugging, not even the least bit put off by Jihoon's criticism. "I really didn't want to ruin our dynamic or make things weird for the others, but if we hadn't agreed to the no dates rule for the Yule Ball, I would've asked you."

"You said you weren't interested in anyone when Minghao asked you," Jihoon pointed out, narrowing his eyes at him.

"So I lied." Soonyoung started gathering the parchment on the table into a pile. "I haven't exactly told anyone that I've been harboring this secret crush on you for three years. I'm no good at keeping secrets but I was very good at keeping this one. And stop being so pragmatic about this, I'm trying to be romantic."

"I really don't know what you want me to say to all of this," Jihoon said snippily. "You're the last person I expected to confess to having a years-long crush on me."

"How about you say what you want to say?" Soonyoung suggested, a hopeful expression on his face.

Jihoon, having just noticed that the seventh year had compiled all his parchment into a neat stack, slid the pile away from him and across the table, putting everything into his school bag. He then waved his wand, sending his books flying back onto the shelves in their rightful places. When he had stalled enough, he sighed and turned to face the Gryffindor.

"I know we've been friends for my entire time at Hogwarts thus far," he began finally. "I know that I can trust you, that you're telling the truth—that you wouldn't confess just to yank the rug out from under me, as I believe the expression goes. I know all of that, logically, but considering that—as you said—people find me intimidating, it's hard to imagine someone being so earnest about their feelings for me. Most people think I'm too... domineering."

His hands came up to his throat, loosening his blue and bronze tie from around his neck.

"I can't even really say if I like you as more than a friend or not," he said, sounding apologetic. "I didn't think it was a possibility, so I never considered you in that way."

Soonyoung leaned over the table between them, reaching for the Ravenclaw's school bag and hoisting the strap over one shoulder. He maintained eye contact the entire time, willing Jihoon to believe him but also wanting to fluster him just a little bit more.

"But as you said, you know that you can trust me," he pointed out. "Plus, if you think about it, you're a strict taskmaster and I'm a glutton for punishment—we're perfect for each other."

Jihoon tried to wrestle his school bag back from the taller boy, his pale face gaining back the red that had just begun to fade.

"You can't just say things like that!" he hissed.

Soonyoung simply tugged the bag out of his grasp and just out of his reach, smiling cheekily.

"I've waited three years to confess," he reminded him. "Now that the secret's out, I have all sorts of things that I kept to myself that I'm going to say—including how adorable I think you are. Walk with me?"

Jihoon stared up at him for a few moments, expression unreadable. If he thought at all about refusing him, the thought didn't last. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he nodded towards the front of the library.

"Well, after you then."

Slytherin Common Room — February 14th (dusk)

"Hong!"

Joshua didn't even so much as raise his head, instead making an indifferent "mmm" sound in acknowledgement.

He didn't need to look to see who it was—the voice alone was clue enough.

William Bennington the third was an awful homage to the Pureblood Slytherins of old. With generations of English aristocratic breeding to support his claim to everything he wanted in life, he was disliked even within his own house and by many of the portraits in the dungeons; and after seven long years sharing a dormitory with him, he still said "Hong" with a certain sneer that was clearly affected by poorly concealed racism.

At this point, Joshua had been living in the UK long enough to let things roll off his back, but William could've given Draco Malfoy a run for his money with the way he paraded about the school as if he owned it.

"Pretty prince doesn't have a date tonight?" William asked him, dropping down onto the sofa across from him, his tone mocking.

"Not that I'm aware of," Joshua replied pleasantly, still not looking up from his book.

"Hey, it just goes to show you that looks aren't everything in life," the other boy commented snidely. "The girls here won't go after some foreigner with no title. And aren't you a Half-Blood?" he added as an afterthought. "Yeah, that won't do at all."

Joshua turned the page, letting William carry on the conversation by himself. The golden-haired heir to a Potions empire (or so he claimed, Joshua had never bothered to verify this) had been harassing him from the moment he had set foot in the common room first year; and he had long since learned that it was best to let him converse with himself to get everything out of his system before he was satisfied. Not only did William take issue with his race and his blood status, he seemed oddly offended by his appearance as well, referring to him as "pretty" with his tone suggesting that he did not mean it in a positive way.

"Nothing to say?" William asked him softly, noticing that his tirade was falling on deaf ears. "Truth hurts, does it?"

"If you say so." Joshua barely shrugged his shoulders.

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.

"You think you're better than me?" William demanded, suddenly shooting up from his seat. "That you can sit there like you're royalty and I'm some sort of commoner? I'm far more important than you will ever be!"

Joshua sighed, recognizing that his night would be a lost cause if he didn't address this particular problem promptly, and slipped a tasseled bookmark in between the pages of his book before closing it and looking up at his aggressor for the first time during their previously one-sided confrontation.

"I get that certain things matter to you," he said carefully, "but they don't matter to me—and they don't matter to a lot of people anymore, not even the Slytherins here. I didn't realize that me being dateless on Valentine's Day was of such great significance to you, especially when it's of no significance to me and my evening. Maybe you should be more worried about the fact that you care so much about what I'm doing with my time, alone or otherwise."

William's upper lip curled into a sneer, his eyes narrowing.

"Listen, you filthy—"

"Oh, shut it, Bennington," snapped a voice from behind Joshua.

Joshua turned to look over his shoulder, noticing that Mira Nott had just come from the girls' dormitories and was standing just behind the sofa he was sitting on.

According to Jeonghan—who seemed to always know the latest gossip amongst the various wizarding families—Theodore Nott had settled down with a Pureblood witch from Bulgaria who had graduated from Durmstrang. They had met while Theo had been taking some time away from England and had returned together shortly after their wedding.

While she had been a cute girl when she had first arrived, Mira had grown into an exceptionally pretty young woman by the age of seventeen. Taller than most of the other girls in the school, the first thing that Joshua had noticed about her was that she had perfectly straight posture that adjusted minutely according to her movements. With long, dark curls framing her face, a warm complexion, and high cheekbones, she had the best features of both of her parents—except that she had one brown and one blue eye, both of which were cunning yet also surprisingly kind. Top of the class in at least every class Joshua shared with her, she was also the Slytherin Seeker; and he loved to watch her fly against Seungcheol during matches. Her intellect and athleticism made her a formidable opponent, and their matches were always close ones.

All that being said, Mira was obviously highly sought after—even by William Bennington the third.

"Don't mind him. Joshua," she said to him, a beautiful, wicked smile on her face as she made direct eye contact with William. "If betrothal contracts were still common practice, I would've already asked my father to request a meeting with your parents to discuss one."

Joshua resisted the urge to grin broadly at the way William's face had gone absolutely scarlet, a purple vein starting to make its appearance at his temple.

"You flatter me, Mira," he said to her instead, laying it on a little thick for the benefit of their audience, even as he ignored him. "I don't think I would be opposed to such a meeting. There's still time to write to your parents and mine."

Standing up, he offered her his arm.

"Walk with me?" he asked, every bit the perfect gentleman.

"Of course," she replied, walking around the sofa and linking arms with him.

Triggered by the events taking place right in front of him, their forgotten peer leapt up from his seat, positively quivering with entitled rage.

"Mira! You cannot possibly be thinking about entering a betrothal contract with that Half-Blood foreigner! My father—"

William's deranged bellows were cut off abruptly as the door swung shut behind them.

"I wonder what his father would have to say if he knew that the daughter of a Sacred Twenty-Eight family had filed a complaint with the school governors about the shady little deals William conducts in the prefects' bathroom," Mira said innocently.

Joshua smiled at her, completely enamored. Was there any other witch at this school more perfect than the one looking at him right now?

"You are so ruthless, I love it," he told her.

She tossed her hair over one shoulder, smiling back at him.

"Tell me more."

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch — February 14th (evening)

"Yoo-hoo! Channie!"

Chan squinted down at the figure waving up at him, figuring out who it was based on the gleaming head of hair.

Camille Archambault, which she had told him meant "bold master"—the girl from the Yule Ball.

It had been almost two months since Christmas and he had met up with the stunning beauty from Beauxbatons a handful of times—a Hogsmeade outing here, a walk on the grounds there. They were what some people might call dating, if a little intensely for something that was supposed to be casual. Translation spells helped bridge the language barrier; and she was sweet, funny, and charming. She was quite good at spells, and she had told him that if she had been a student during the time of the Triwizard Tournament, she would have entered. She liked picnics by the greenhouses and broom rides with her arms wrapped around his waist, coffee with milk poured in delicate swirls and the feeling of his hand intertwined with hers, primrose perfume and the way he got red right before he kissed her.

Sometimes he found himself thinking that he should be a little more cautious with his heart—that he should be waiting for the other foot to drop—but so far he was having fun, and he supposed that was what mattered.

He was surprised that she could tell it was him considering how high up he was, but he did catch her staring at him from the Ravenclaw table quite often. She never looked embarrassed at having been caught—in fact, it only emboldened her and he ended up having to be the one to look away.

"That girl never gets tired of looking at you," Jeonghan had told him once, the disdain in his voice more like that of a disapproving parent rather than an overprotective friend. "I wonder how she manages to concentrate on her studies when she's staring at you all the time. I suppose she'd at least get an Outstanding in Lee Chan."

"Let them be, Hannie," Seungcheol had admonished him gently.

Secretly, Chan wondered what Camille saw in him, exactly. She had been the one to ask him to dance at the Yule Ball and the one to lead him out to the gardens that night. She had also initiated all of their dates so far, as well as most of their shows of affection, which he still hadn't quite gotten used to. After their time together at the ball, he hadn't expected to hear from her again, yet she kept seeking him out. She seemed to have memorized his schedule to account for all the classes she didn't share with him—she always knew where to find him, even when he didn't tell anyone where he was going.

It was flattering, he had to admit.

At the ball, she had asked him how to pronounce his name correctly, repeating it multiple times even after he had told her that she had down—and then proceeded to only refer to him as Channie, saying that it was her cute name for him. One of the other Beauxbatons girls, having only heard Camille call him Channie, tried to use the nickname one morning and the next time he saw her, she was missing her eyebrows.

"Why doesn't she just grow them back?" Mingyu had asked, perplexed.

"If she would, she could," Chan had replied, shrugging. "Camille's really good at spells, the other girl probably can't figure out how to reverse it."

"Wow, you'd better make sure she never gets mad at you."

Privately, he agreed.

That being said, he wondered if she felt like she had to teach him everything—where to put his hands, when to kiss her, what he should say. He had made his lack of experience known that night in the gardens, but she hadn't seemed to mind. She had simply directed him and he took direction well.

And yet... he couldn't help but think it was as though they were caught up in a race in which only she knew where the finish line was—and the thought made him more than a little sweaty-palmed.

Coming back to his senses, he Summoned the Quaffle he had been practicing with and tucked it under one arm. Although he wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Chan still liked to fly. It brought him peace and helped clear his mind, and on an evening when he figured he had no plans, it was the perfect way to spend his time.

I guess I have plans now, he thought to himself.

He circled the goalposts on the far right side of the pitch, making a nose dive and pulling up straight just as his toes skimmed the grass. He dismounted smoothly, giving Camille a friendly smile as he approached her, Nimbus 3000 broom in one hand and Quaffle in the other.

"Hi, Camille," he greeted her. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"Bon soir, Channie," she returned, smiling prettily at him. "I admit, I am a little disappointed that you did not come looking for me today. I was hoping that we could spend some time together."

"Ah, I wasn't aware that that was what you wanted," he told her sheepishly. "It's Valentine's Day and we're not, you know, official, so I didn't think you would want to do anything."

"Channie, Channie, Channie." Camille shook her golden blonde head. He caught sight of delicate pearl strand earrings dangling from her ears, a matching set with the string of pearls around her neck. "I am going back to France at the end of term, do you think I want to waste time going slow?"

"I wouldn't think it was a waste of time," he protested, cheeks growing pink. "I just... haven't really hung out with a lot of girls. You move kind of fast."

"Oh, I know, mon chéri, it is what makes you one of the good boys," she said, touching his cheek, her expression fond. "I always enjoy our time together, and I think it would be silly to not make the most of the time we have left, non?"

Chan dropped the Quaffle on the grass and placed his own hand over her hand on his face.

Being with Camille was like one ongoing surprise party. Sure, it was fun, but it also kind of gave him a heart attack. Even though he always did his best to try and read her mind before she actually executed any of her plans, he more often than not found himself unprepared. It was a little jarring to be caught unawares as many times as he had been since they had started seeing each other, but he knew that he had to enjoy the ride while it lasted.

She was, after all, leaving at the end of term.

"Let me shower first?" he asked her.

She tilted her head to the side to press her lips to his other cheek.

"Meet me at the entrance to the grounds in half an hour," she murmured in his ear. "I'll be waiting."

The Gilded Phoenix (Private Room) — February 14th (night)

"You know I really didn't need all of this," Jeonghan said, taking a sip from the glass of elf wine he was holding daintily in one hand. "We could have stayed at school and I would have been just as happy."

"I know, but it's our last year at Hogwarts. Maybe it sounds kind of childish... but I just wanted to do something to commemorate our last year as kids," Seungcheol told his boyfriend honestly, shrugging. "Life is going to change pretty dramatically once we graduate. I feel like we're never going to have this kind of peace again."

"So you wanted to live in this bubble of youthful innocence one last time," Jeonghan guessed.

"Exactly."

"We're still going to be kids when we graduate," Jeonghan said thoughtfully. "The Wizarding World in the UK moves so fast, it's amazing how anyone manages to find something stable so soon after graduation."

"Are you planning on going home?" Seungcheol asked him.

"Yes, for a while. My parents will want to see me—and they'll want to see you as well."

"I think I'll go home for a little while, too." Seungcheol ran a finger around the rim of his wine glass absentmindedly. "There's this famous producer based in London whom I'm trying to get an internship with, though. I'll need to find a job so that I can get a flat nearby if I get accepted."

"Darling, you know that you don't have to work if you don't want to," the Slytherin reminded him. "I don't have to work if I don't want to, and I'm more than capable of taking care of both of us. Besides, my family loves you. We'd be married as soon as we landed on Korean soil if it were up to them."

"Spoiled rich kid," Seungcheol teased.

"You love me," Jeonghan flirted back.

"Always." Seungcheol took Jeonghan's hand, his thumb skimming the tops of his knuckles affectionately. "Look, I appreciate you offering to support me financially, but I want to be able to do things on my own, whatever I choose to pursue."

"Your music has always been important to you. You're an artist. You could... simply think of me as your patron," Jeonghan suggested.

"Hannie—"

"I mean it," Jeonghan insisted. "You would be focusing on making music without worrying about your finances. It's not like I would be paying for you to stay idle. I'm sure I could also come up with work for you."

"I really can't accept," Seungcheol said firmly, "so please don't ask me to."

Jeonghan set down his wine glass with a huff.

"You never let me do anything for you!" the Slytherin exclaimed, eyes narrowed dangerously. "I always indulge this little... complex you seem to have about being perceived as the provider, but you know that that concept is extremely outdated. There is no hunter-gatherer dynamic in the twenty-first century."

"You think this is about my masculinity?" Seungcheol asked incredulously.

"Yes, I do!" Jeonghan snapped. "I let you open jars for me and move my furniture around because I know it makes you feel useful. The least you could let me do is use the resources I have to help you!"

The Gryffindor leaned back in his chair, staring at his boyfriend in disbelief.

"So that's how you really see me," he said flatly.

Jeonghan sighed, deflating at once.

"Cheollie, it's not that I see you as some sort of caveman," he said sadly. "You help me all the time. I just want to be able to help you for once."

Seungcheol's expression softened. He knew that Jeonghan just wanted to help—he was generous to a fault, and throwing his money at problems was his way of trying to make things better. There was some truth to what he was saying, though—his ego wouldn't let him allow his boyfriend to pay all the bills while he tried to make it as an artist.

"You do help me," he murmured, taking both of Jeonghan's hands in his. "You help me every day just by existing. I'm already taking advantage of the fact that you wake up every morning still wanting to be with me."

"You're stupid," Jeonghan huffed, eyes watery. "You big, stupid man. You're not taking advantage of anything. Sometimes I wish you would!"

"Alright, point taken." Seungcheol chuckled, gently smacking the palm of one of Jeonghan's hands. "I mean it, though. Do you know how coveted you are by most of the student body?"

"Of course everyone wants me," the Slytherin scoffed. "As they should. It doesn't mean that they can have me. I'm yours, and I always will be."

Seungcheol smiled at him.

"I know."

"So will you let me bankroll your endeavors in music?" Jeonghan asked hopefully.

Seungcheol stared at him for a moment, considering.

"I'll think about it," he said finally.

"I suppose that's the best offer I'm going to get." Jeonghan sighed dramatically, picking his wine glass back up. "Life doesn't have to be so hard, you know. If there's an easy way, you should take it, never mind your moral qualms regarding classism and the way the one percent uses their wealth to get ahead in life."

"Hannie, you're the one percent," Seungcheol pointed out dryly.

"And what about it?" he sassed back.

"Nothing, you're the most benevolent benefactor in all the land," the Gryffindor said primly.

Jeonghan reached across the table and tugged his boyfriend forward by his black tie, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Only for you."

The Black Lake — February 14th (early evening)

Vernon paced back and forth anxiously on the far shore of the Black Lake. He had tasked a pair of what he hoped were reliable second-year Hufflepuffs to locate Seungkwan and bring him to the Black Lake, where he would get in a boat that he had charmed to row itself across the water. He had spent more of half of the time between the day he had talked to Seungcheol and Valentine's Day panicking over what to do, then spent the remaining time trying to get everything together, including practicing the spell to make the boat row itself for several days. That morning, he had packed a picnic basket full of all of his boyfriend's favorite things, as well as a blanket, and he hoped that his sincerity would come across.

Before they had started a relationship, Vernon and Seungkwan had been friends, and even then they had done something small and quiet for previous Valentine's Days, just because there was no one else they'd rather have spent that time with—and because Vernon had spent his first five years at Hogwarts avoiding any girls who even looked at him longer than necessary. So really, he didn't need to worry. Seungkwan just happened to be his boyfriend now—it wasn't as though he needed to be impressed further.

Vernon looked down at the picnic basket sitting on the rather cliché red and gold patterned blanket and wondered if it was enough.

Maybe I should have gotten flowers? he fretted.

It wasn't so much about the fact that it was Valentine's Day than it was about how much Vernon had been worrying about Seungkwan since his late friend's birthday.

Every time the Gryffindor had tried to approach his boyfriend to try and get him to open up, Seungkwan had always come up with excuses for why he couldn't talk and would busy himself with something else. It was frustrating, of course, but it was more anxiety-inducing than anything—and more than once Vernon wondered if he was just a really bad significant other who didn't know how to talk to his partner just right in order to get him to confide in him.

"Agh!"

Startled out of his own self-wallowing, Vernon looked up to see the boat that he had charmed to carry Seungkwan across the lake rocking back and forth wildly—with Seungkwan in it.

Privately, Vernon was relieved that the boat was already pretty close to shore, but he didn't think that his boyfriend would see it that way—and definitely not after the boat tipped to one side, dumping Seungkwan into the lake that was surely still freezing.

"Oh, no," Vernon muttered, covering his face with his hands. "He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me then bring me back so that he can kill me again."

Peeking through the gaps in his fingers, he watched as Seungkwan swam the remaining distance from where the boat had tipped over to the shore, weighed down by his school robes. A fairly decent swimmer from his years spent growing up on an island, Seungkwan was letting his fury propel him forward with surprising strength. Dripping wet and looking absolutely furious, he stomped up the bank towards Vernon, who silently sent prayers heavenward and hoped someone heard him.

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!" The Hufflepuff tore through his full name. "You'd better have a good explanation for this!"

Not my government name, Vernon grimaced.

Lowering his hands from his face, he said uncertainly, "Happy... Valentine's Day?"

Seeing that Seungkwan was opening his mouth to deliver what would probably be the human equivalent of a Howler message on a Monday morning in front of the entire Great Hall, Vernon interrupted.

"Look, I didn't mean for you to get dumped into the lake!" he blurted out. "I've been planning everything since the beginning of the month and with everything else, I didn't have that much time to practice the spell on the boat. It was just supposed to bring you across the lake without you having to do anything, I swear!"

Seungkwan held up an index finger, cutting him off. Vernon shut his mouth abruptly, anxious, as his boyfriend leaned his body to one side and peered over his shoulder at the blanket laid out behind him with the picnic basket.

"Kwannie," Vernon began.

Seungkwan made a noise, his index finger still raised. He inhaled deeply—dramatically—then lowered his finger.

"You planned all of this?" he asked.

Vernon nodded rapidly.

Seungkwan exhaled.

"Okay, walk me through your vision." The Hufflepuff gestured with his hands for his boyfriend to proceed. "Tell me what was going through your mind when you came up with all this. I want to know."

"Well, it's our first Valentine's Day together as a couple." Vernon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "And I know that you've been really sad since Binnie's birthday..." When he noticed Seungkwan had stiffened at the mention of his friend, he said defensively, "I tried to talk to you about it so many times but you wouldn't talk to me! I thought that maybe I was doing something wrong, or that you felt like you couldn't trust me to open up... so I talked to Seungcheol hyung."

"And he told you to drown your boyfriend in the Black Lake?" Seungkwan deadpanned.

"He told me that I should use Valentine's Day as an opportunity to show you that you're not alone," Vernon corrected him gently.

Seungkwan huffed, wringing the water out of his robes as he avoided looking at the Gryffindor. Vernon watched him for several minutes while he fussed over his water-logged clothes before he finally straightened up and took a few steps closer to him.

Vernon held his breath.

He's going to break up with me, he chanted in his head. He's realized how bad I am at this whole relationship thing and he is going to break up with me.

"I'm only going to say this once, so you'd better listen," Seungkwan told him sternly, holding his face securely between wet hands. "Well, not only once, because I will always tell you good things about yourself so that you're aware of your own worth, but regardless! Me not talking to you about Binnie has nothing to do with how good of a boyfriend—or even how good of a friend—you are. You are doing wonderfully, I promise. Do you understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded, face still trapped between Seungkwan's hands.

"It's very difficult for bossy people like me to let go," the Hufflepuff continued, trying to sound flippant. "We need to be taken care of just like everyone else, but we're not very good at letting other people take care of us. And it shows in our dynamic, even after we got together," he added, using one hand to gesture between Vernon and himself. "So me avoiding talking to you every time you tried to talk to me about Binnie is not because you're not good at being supportive, because you are—it's because I'm not good at being vulnerable. Understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded again.

"I appreciate the effort you put into this." Seungkwan smiled at him, the effect only slightly diminished by his bangs still dripping water onto his face. "I appreciate the effort you put into us, all the time; and I'm sorry that I made you feel as though I didn't."

"I know how hard it is for you to say sorry first," Vernon teased, his voice muffled by the squishing of his cheeks. "So I appreciate it."

"Yah!" Seungkwan pinched his cheeks gently. "But you're right, and I really am sorry. You're an amazing boyfriend and I love you." Vernon jumped, not expecting the sudden declaration when neither of them had never said those words before. Noticing this thanks to his grip on his face, Seungkwan only held on more firmly. "Do you understand? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Unable to do anything else, Vernon nodded.

"Good."

Seungkwan loosened his grasp and stroked the apples of Vernon's cheeks with his thumbs affectionately.

"Because I do. Love you, I mean. Since first year, when you told those boys off in class for bullying me," he clarified unnecessarily. "I knew then and there that you were someone I could count on, and you've proven time and time again how right I was—although, of course, I've never been wrong in my life. So I'll tell you that I love you all the time, because you need to hear it. I want you to hear it and know that I mean it, because I've never meant anything more in my entire existence on this wretched planet."

Vernon swallowed.

"Kwannie, I—"

Seungkwan stopped him, putting a hand over his mouth.

"Tell me when you're ready," he said. "I'll still love you then, even if you make me wait for a long time. But don't make me wait too long, okay? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Vernon nodded.

[a-simple-kpopper]

The Mafia and The Thief

[hrts4hanniehae]

Clutch || masterlist

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

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seventeen ao3 fic recs pt. 2

pt. 1 (completed longer fics, >10k words)

pt. 3 (incomplete fics)

compiled a list of shorter fics for those looking for quick reads! all fics here are completed and should be under 10k words, and i'll also be updating this as i go~

written in order of descending word count

Cowabunga Baby (verkyeom, 10k, completed)

it's a super rare pairing but the fic's really good! actor!dk x lifeguard!hansol dynamics work surprisingly well, and all in all it was a warm and fluffy summer beach romance filled with lots of love and laughs hehe

This Invisible String (Tying You to Me) (seoksoo, 9k, completed)

this might just be my favourite seoksoo fic ever, especially in terms of characterisation bc prince!jisoo x baker!seokmin fits them so well :"") so soft so sweet i loved it

Green (With Leaves) (soonhoon, 9k, completed)

super cute soonhoon fic :) really love it when the mcs have interesting professions and jihoon works at a flower shop in this one! their personalities fit the soonhoon dynamic so well and it was a vv enjoyable read

Sunflower, Vol. 6 (jeongcheol, 9k, completed)

coups is the sweetest here!! and jeonghan is so oblivious it's adorable

splinters of time (wonhui, 7k, completed)

and yet again, another post-apocalyptic fic has left me in an absolute wreck... BEAUTIFUL tears incoming read at your own risk

red ripe heart (cheolsoo, 7k, completed)

svt in the test kitchen was something i never knew i needed but alas, here we are :") the banter!! the tension!! the innuendoes!! i'd kill to see this actually happen, manifesting this as a gose ep asap

liar liar pants on fire (minwon, 6k, completed)

How to Attract a Bad Boy (The Kind of Guy Who Sucks at Everything) (seoksoo, 6k, completed)

this was hilarious and also joshua is as unhinged here as he is in gose

소나기 (minwon, 6k, completed)

historical au - this reminded me of 'til kingdom come by lightningbend, loved how the class difference played into their dynamics! really cute really wholesome

rites of spring (soonwoo, 6k, completed)

super cute soonwoo high school au! it's a mix of goofiness and tenderness that is so reflective of their dynamics - geguri writes the best soonwoo fics and that is a hill i will die on

treat me well (seokgyu, 5k, completed)

all flowers in time bend towards the sun (soonwoo, 4k, completed)

sweet, brief glimpses of soonwoo moments

enigma (minwon, 4k words, completed)

written by the same author who wrote love stuck! in essence, this was a uni au written for the nerds lmao and i loved it so much... super cute and creative and what better way to ask someone out than to use matrix cryptography?? there is NONE

smoking roses (jeongcheol, 3k, completed)

how op manages to encapsulate the yearning built over 10 years of history so succinctly within 3k words i'll never know

愁 (gyuhan, 3k words, completed)

calypso writes the best gyuhan fics!! this was beautiful omf

it's a date (verhan, 2k words, completed)

super adorable aquarium meet-cute - verhan isn't a common pairing so their dynamics were v refreshing!

sisyphean (soonwoo, 1k words, completed)

super cool fic about necromancy!

[savventeen]

to build a home

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader rating: T (for swearing) wc: 3.7k summary: on the train ride back to meet jihoon's parents in person for the first time, you realize you don't really know what it's like to have a childhood home — at least, not in the sense that most people seem to have. but it's okay, because you've found a home in jihoon instead. warnings: talks about divorce (reader's parents) tags: fluff, this is so sappy guys, kind of emotional hurt/comfort, soonhoon best frienemies (they’re ride or die dw their friendship is just based on mutual teasing lol), vaguely implied asexual reader, a truly excessive amount of handholding, i really made jihoon into a hand-holding fiend and i'm Not Sorry a/n: this might be one of the most self-indulgent things i've ever written since reader's experiences are 100% based off of my own lmao. also i can't believe i wrote almost 4k of them just talking on a train, like??? wow. also also, i listened to sleeping at last's cover of i'm gonna be (500 miles) on repeat while writing so i recommend giving it a listen for the Vibes haha

Jihoon was nervous.

Not in a bad way, of course. But he was taking you back home to stay with his parents for the next four days and they would be meeting you in person for the first time and he was nervous.

Soonyoung, the bastard, could definitely tell and had made it his mission to embarrass the hell out of him until the last possible second.

It was only supposed to be Seungcheol and Minghao dropping the two of you off at the train station, but Soonyoung had physically crammed himself into the backseat between you and Jihoon and refused to let go of either of you until you’d reached the train station. Even then, you had to physically pry him off of Jihoon and promise to tell Jihoon’s parents that Soonyoung loved them and missed them and—

“—make sure to take lots of pictures of all his cringey old anime posters!”

Soonyoung’s insistence is only diminished by the effort he’s exerting not to be forcefully dragged back into the car by a disgruntled Minghao. Jihoon knows Soonyoung’s being even more of a handful for his sake, and Jihoon is both filled with love and also the desire to strangle his best friend with his bare hands.

Minghao is able to get him mostly back in the car, Seungcheol watching on with a slightly fond but mostly concerned smile, but before they can get the door closed, Soonyoung claws his way back to the doorframe to tell you, “Also, his mom keeps all of his baby pictures in a bunch of photo books by the—”

“And that’s enough from you,” Jihoon interrupts, forcefully shoving Soonyoung back into the car by the face, Soonyoung screeching with poorly disguised glee, and slams the car door shut.

Jihoon waves at Seungcheol who he can see laughing through the glass as he pulls away from the curb, leaving the two of you standing with your suitcases.

He hears you giggling, and turns around to face you with a sigh. “Ignore him.”

You give a thoughtful hum, drawing it out as you grab the handle of your suitcase and wait for Jihoon to grab his and start walking with you through the station.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you finally decide, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Jihoon groans, tilting his head back as if to ask the universe why me?

“Why,” you continue, “embarrassed about your Nami posters?” 

Like Soonyoung, Jihoon knows you’re just teasing, and he falls into your easy banter with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth.

He glares at you half-heartedly. “It’s poster, singular. And no, I’m not embarrassed,” he adds as you both make your way across the platform and into the closest empty train car (the only benefit of leaving at the ass-crack of dawn). “Why would I ever be embarrassed about Nami? She’s badass.” He grunts as he stands on his toes and lifts his luggage to store on the overhead rack and then reaches out to take yours as well. “Plus, you’re one to talk, with your weird shrimp god poster—“

And this argument is familiar, too. He can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes in exasperation and slide into the seat next to the window.

“It’s shrimp heaven,” you exclaim, “we’ve been over this.”

Jihoon just shakes his head, and he knows he sounds more than a little besotted when he says, “You listen to the weirdest shit.”

You give him a Look that manages to be both deadpan and undeniably fond, and no one except a few untitled projects saved on his external hard drive knows exactly how much he adores that particular look. “I am aware, yes, thank you.”

While this is the first time the two of you are traveling back to where Jihoon grew up, it is not the first time the two of you have traveled together. There’s a well-worn ease to the way your shoulders draw together like magnets, Jihoon offering up one of his earbuds as he balances his iPad across your joined knees.

It had scared him, the first time he felt himself leaning into your presence without a second thought — as easy and unthinkingly familiar as pulling on his favorite hoodie when he’s cold or the sound of his keys clinking against the countertop every night when he gets home. He’d never been one to seek out physical affection before, not unless he was desperate. But now he can’t help but feel like a flower seeking out the sun whenever he’s with you.

He leans his head against yours as he asks, “Want to watch some Bonobono?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a happy hum.

Jihoon presses play without further ado, and the two of you settle in for the next few hours.

You get through a few episodes quickly before taking a quick snack break, and it’s only a few minutes into the next episode that Jihoon notices you aren’t really paying attention. He turns his head where it's resting on your shoulder to get a better look at your profile, but he’s not able to see much since you have your own head turned to look out the window.

He finishes the episode and gets halfway through the next one, glancing over at you every few minutes, before deciding it’s time for him to check in.

Starting conversations is still not one of his strong suits, but he’s discovered interesting ways to wiggle himself into them, mainly by tricking you into getting the ball rolling for him. It’s in these moments that he channels his inner Soonyoung (he is taking this train of thought to his grave, mind you) and asks himself “How would cat-me ask for attention in this moment?” (Again, taking this train of thought to the fucking grave.)

So Jihoon leans away from you just enough for him to be able to turn slightly in his seat and gently plonk his head against your shoulder. When he gets no reaction, he does it again. And again, before doing it one more time as your turn to look at him with an amused smile. “Hi? You having fun, there?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. “The funnest.”

You snort and shake your head at him. “Okay, babe.” You turn your attention back out the window and Jihoon frowns.

With a quiet huff, he plonks his head on your shoulder once again, pushing in with his forehead and rubbing it back and forth against your sweater.

You start giggling — and god, it’s still one of his favorite sounds, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it — and you turn to look at him again with a single eyebrow raised. “Yes, Jihoonie?”

He moves so his temple is resting on your shoulder and he can look at you properly. “You okay?” he asks, lighthearted and warm. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while, missed the last couple of episodes.”

You blink, a little surprised, and look down at the iPad still balanced between the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You give him a smile and shrug the shoulder he’s leaning on. “Just thinking.”

The automatic retort of “oh, dangerous” is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back with a small frown. He’s never liked when you apologize unnecessarily, but he knows it’s something you’ve been working on, so he decides not to bring attention to it this time.

“What about?” he asks instead.

You’ve turned your attention back to Bonobono at this point, and you respond with a distracted “Hm?”

Jihoon pokes your temple with one finger. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh.” You look at him, considering, and then you huff out a short laugh as you reach over to pause the video. “You actually,” you tell him, tucking the iPad into your lap as you turn in your seat to face him fully.

That was not what Jihoon was expecting. “Me?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” just like he did earlier. “Your bedroom, more specifically.”

That was definitely not what Jihoon was expecting. Both of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My bedroom…” he trails off, voice dry and seeming to ask, are you really implying what I think you’re implying?

Your expression morphs into one of disgust so quickly Jihoon barks out a startled laugh. “Ew, no, don’t look at me like that, that’s not what I meant.”

Jihoon lets out a few of his own giggles as he asks, “What did you mean, then?”

He almost coos at the adorable way you pout as you cross your arms in faux anger. “Ugh, no I’m not telling you anymore if you’re just gonna tease me.”

“Aw come on,” he cajoles, reaching out to pry your crossed arms apart. “I only tease those who deserve it.”

You roll your eyes even as you let him pull your hands into his own. “Tell that to Soonyoung.”

“Are you kidding? He deserves it just for existing.”

You lift one of your conjoined hands to awkwardly point at him. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “Good. He needs the reminder.”

You fold over as you snort, falling into Jihoon’s space for a moment before you straighten back up with a beaming smile. “You’re such a terrible friend, Lee Jihoon.”

Closing his eyes, he nods solemnly. “I am aware of this, yes. It is my curse.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, making him smack himself in the shoulder with your still joined hands. “You can be such a dramatic little shit sometimes.” There’s a glint in your eyes that tells Jihoon you’re about to say something purely because you know it’ll rile him up, and he’s proven right when the next words out of your mouth are, “Soonyoung must be rubbing off on you.”

Jihoon’s jaw drops in offended horror. “You’d better take that back right now, I swear to god, y/n—” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he untangles your fingers and digs them mercilessly into your sides.

You squeal at the onslaught and try your best to deflect, but Jihoon’s relentless and you’ve always been extremely ticklish, so it’s only a few moments later that you’re choking out through strained laughter, “Yield! Yield! Fuck, I yield, you absolute ass!”

Jihoon glares at you as he stops and generously lets you trap his fingers in your hold. “Take it back.”

“Yes, I take it back, geez,” you pant. He’s pretty sure he hears you follow it up with a near silent “Why are both of you so insane?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What was that?” He wiggles his fingers pointedly.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at him half-heartedly before rolling your eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he smirks, wiggling his fingers again, but this time so he can lace them once again with yours. He brings each of your hands up to his face and kisses your knuckles before bringing them back down to his lap and letting himself drink you in.

You’re looking at him with something teetering the edge between incredulous and fond and over-the-moon, and Jihoon thinks he probably looks like a smitten fool just based on the way his cheeks ache and his ears feel like they’re on fire.

He’s come to love moments like these, where the both of you take a moment to just… take each other in — to simply exist in each other’s presence and soak it all in like sponges. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to put into words exactly what it feels like to look and be looked at like this. To see and be seen.

Jihoon doesn’t try to find the words this time, just lets himself bask in your glow with a soft smile.

After a few moments, he brings himself to break the ambient quiet of the train. “Hey,” he murmurs.

Your response is as soft and quiet as the smile you tuck into the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

He stares at you for another moment before saying, “You never ended up telling me, y’know.”

“Telling you what?”

“What you were thinking about earlier.” He starts idly rubbing his thumbs across the skin of your hands, tracing gentle arcs with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh.” You scrunch up your face a little before smoothing it out with a small shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Hmm.” Something tells him it probably is something important — to you, at least. And even if it isn’t, he still wants to know. “Tell me anyway?”

You tilt your head and look at him with a confused sort of amused smile. “Why do you wanna know so bad?”

Because I’m highkey obsessed with you and always want to learn more about you and how you think, is what he doesn’t say. At least, not out loud and not right now. He knows it’d probably fluster you and he doesn’t want to distract you from answering any more than he already has. (And maybe he’s still struggling with saying his sappy thoughts directly to your face instead of hoarding them in various notebooks, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon to work through.)

“Just curious,” he murmurs with a shrug. “And we still have a couple of hours left on the train.”

You stare at him for a moment like you don’t quite believe him and are trying to find the lie somewhere on his face. But eventually you mutter, “Okay.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose. “Well,” you start, after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “I said I was thinking about your bedroom, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, so.” You purse your lips as you tighten your hold on Jihoon’s fingers, just for a moment, before loosening your grip with a quiet exhale. “I was mostly just trying to imagine what that’s like.”

Jihoon blinks at you. “...What having a bedroom is like?” His tone comes across more deadpan than he means, confusion flattening his question into more of a statement.

“No, no,” you shake your head. “What having a childhood bedroom is like.”

Jihoon blinks again, furrowing his brows. “...I don’t understand.”

“God, I’m not explaining this right,” you mutter, chewing on your lip in obvious thought. “Okay, so like… You know how in movies and books and stuff, a lot of times there’s this— trope, I guess, where a character goes back home and stays in their childhood bedroom and it’s like a glimpse into their past? A lot of times for comedic reasons?”

Jihoon slowly nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well.” You give a self-conscious little half-shrug that makes Jihoon’s chest hurt for some reason. “I was wondering what that’s like. Like…” You trail off for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side and focusing on the middle-distance. Jihoon forces himself to wait patiently as you try to find the words you need to explain, his thumbs continuing their silent metronome across your skin.

“What— what’s it like to have lived your entire childhood in the same house?” you start, gaze still locked somewhere off to the side. “To have the same four walls watch you go from toddler to kid to preteen to moody teenager and then reluctant adult? And to know those same walls are still watching you grow up.” You give a wistful little sigh and focus back on Jihoon with a crooked smile. “I’m trying to imagine what that’s like. Hadn’t realized how much of a foreign concept it was to me until I really started thinking about it,” you finish with a small huff.

During your whole little spiel, you hadn’t sounded sad or bitter or anything other than genuinely curious, but it still pokes at that little ache in Jihoon’s heart. He knows your parents divorced when you were young, and there’s a part of him that wishes you could have had the perfect childhood he knows doesn’t actually exist. He also knows you’re not one to really talk about yourself or your past, so he’s grateful for the vulnerability you’re sharing with him in this moment. Softly, he encourages you to share more with him. “You went back and forth between your parents a lot, right?”

“Oh, god yeah,” you laugh. “And not only that, but my mom could never stay in one place either. Growing up, I think my dad only moved like… four times? But my mom moved… uh.” Your brows furrow deeply for a moment. “Hang on, I need to think this out.”

Jihoon almost whines when you detangle your fingers from his, but manages to turn it into a pretty convincing cough. (It’s actually not at all convincing, but luckily you’re too preoccupied to properly clown him for it.) He watches you mutter to yourself with a small pout and then he looks back down at your hands like he can make them hold his if he just stares hard enough. Your fingers extend one by one as you count, and his pout falls away as one fist and then the other blooms fully. And then one fist closes again, leaving a single finger standing.

“So… eleven? Eleven times.”

He’d known you’d moved at least a few times as a kid, but… “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Gently, he reaches out to hold your hands again. Squeezes. “And how often did you go back and forth?”

“Oh, god. That was a mess, too.” You’re laughing, but that ache in his chest keeps spreading, digging deeper. “We had different schedules that would change like— every few months. We did three days on, three days off, alternating sundays; we did two days on, two days off, with alternating weekends; at one point we even did every other weekday with alternating weekends… it was insane. Looking back, it seems even more insane.”

“Jesus.” He can’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like — almost constantly being on the move. Especially as a kid. “How old were you when they split again?”

“Five.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, long and gusty. It doesn’t sound sad, at least, just tired. Maybe a little bit like release. Then you send a small, amused smile in his direction. “So you can kinda see why the whole “childhood bedroom” thing is such a foreign concept to me, right?”

He can see why. And it aches. “Yeah,” he breathes.

Some of that ache must show on his face because you gently scold him, “Hey, don’t look like that.” You untangle your fingers once again to cup both of his cheeks, thumbs pressing into the corners of his mouth and smoothing out his unconscious frown.

You look at him, soft and warm and so full of love Jihoon’s breath catches in his chest. And then you adjust your grip so you’re pinching his cheeks, and you wiggle his face a little bit. “This wasn’t supposed to be a sad thing, Hoonie. Just a “we had vastly different experiences” kind of thing.” You stop pinching his cheeks and go back to simply holding his face between your palms. “Like, I know it helped me understand the concept of “home is where the heart is,” yanno?”

And, oh. Oh, Jihoon is so very head-over-heels in love with you. He can feel that love pooling and swelling inside him, curling up between his ribs and tickling the tips of his fingers as reaches up to cover your hands with his.

“Hmm.” His mouth moves before his brain can catch up. “And where is your heart, y/n?” he breathes.

For one infinite moment suspended in time, you and Jihoon are the only two people to exist. The world around him disappears as your eyes bore into his, and Jihoon gets to watch something in them soften, melt — pool into something that looks a lot like love as you turn your hands to let go of his cheeks and hold his fingers instead.

You bring his hands to hover in front of his face, and you roll your lips between your teeth like you’re trying to hold back a smile. What you’re trying to say finally clicks in Jihoon’s mind when you glance down at his hands and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

All of the blood in his body rushes directly to his face and ears so quickly that Jihoon thinks he might burst into flames.

 “Nooooooooo,” he whines, hiding his blazing blush behind your entwined hands and ignoring the way you’re outright laughing at him now. He lowers your hands just enough so that he can glare at you from over the tops of your knuckles. “How are you able to say the cheesiest things without actually saying anything? I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” you giggle, like the absolutely adorable little shit you are.

Jihoon growls in frustrated adoration before licking the back of your hands in retaliation.

You screech and try to yank your hands back, but he’s the stronger one between the two of you and he refuses to let go. “Lee Jihoon, you animal, what is wrong with you?!”

“Vengence,” is all he mutters.

You splutter. “Vengence for what?”

He continues to half-heartedly glare at you as he brings your hands down and presses them to the left side of his chest. Vaguely, he wonders if you can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. “For stealing my heart,” he pouts.

The sound that comes out of your mouth reminds him of a dying seal, and that’s how Jihoon knows it’s over for him — because he’s never heard a more endearing sound in his entire life and he thinks that maybe he’d do anything to hear it over and over again.

You continue to tease each other back and forth, your love for each other a steady undertow, and Jihoon realizes that while they may be heading back to the house he grew up in, it’s not home in the same sense any more.

Not when he looks at you and his heart sings a steady home, home, home inside his chest.

The thought doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thinks it should.

Home, home, home.

He likes the sound of that.

[muffinwoozi]

— masterpost 💌

hello! welcome to my blog <3 i write seventeen fics that focus on feedism and weight gain in a sexual context. if that’s not your thing, please do not scroll down any further. even though not all of my work is sexually explicit or nsfw, this is a kink blog so everything here is inherently linked to that. please do not interact if you’re a minor. my bias is woozi (obviously!) and my favourite pairings to write are soonhoon and minwon, but i’m open to writing for any svt pairing! if there’s something you’d like me to write, my bio should indicate whether or not requests are open. i will accept most requests granted they do not violate my hard limits.

things i'm really into:

☆ dom/sub dynamics

☆ size contrast

☆ body worship and praise

☆ stuffing

☆ soft feedism

☆ bratty feedees ๑•ᴗ•๑

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☆ self or reader insert & oc-centric fics

☆ omegaverse & a/b/o dynamics

☆ hybrids

☆ scat

☆ death feedism

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fic masterlist 🩶

tease 🐯🍚 - dom feedee jihoon won't let his sub feeder soonyoung touch him until he's completely full ;)

serenity 🐶🐱 - after growing out of his favourite jeans, mingyu worries his boyfriend is no longer attracted to him. luckily, wonwoo is there to prove him wrong ♡

size up 🍒🍚 - jihoon loves the way growing out of his work clothes feels, and seungcheol is more than happy to facilitate that ;)

kabedon 🐱🦖 - sometimes, chan doesn't know how to direct his own strength size. wonwoo's not complaining.

[dreamingoftaehyun]

two is better than one | l.jh & k.sy

pair: lee jihoon x afab! reader x kwon soonyoung

summary: in which three horny friends play truth or dare out of boredom

warnings: not proofread! sorry if there's any mistakes. threesome, porn without plot, kinda cringe, sub! woozi, dom! hoshi, switch! reader, a little mxm action, fast paced, sexual tension (between soonhoon), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), double penetration, oral (fem and m receiving), praise and degradation, a little bit of size kink?, petnames like baby, sweetheart, love and good girl

wc: 2.4k

a/n: okay so i was originally writing a fic for just woozi (that's still sitting in my drafts rn), but i was scrolling on pinterest and this photoshoot came up on my feed, it made me want to write a scenario with both woozi and hoshi so here we are

"truth or dare? dude, we're not in high school anymore." jihoon says, shaking his head.

"c'mon, it'll be fun!" soonyoung begs him, on his knees with hands in the pray position and everything. "pleaseee?"

jihoon looks at you, silently asking if you wanted to play or not. "i think it'd be fun, please hoonie?"

he let out a defeated sigh and rolled his eyes. "fine. only because you asked nicely."

soonyoung feigns offense as he puts his hand to his heart. "i asked nicely too!"

after some bickering, the three of you sat in a circle on the floor and started the game. you used an app to come up with questions because the three of you lacked creativity (jihoon's words).

what you didn't know was that the app also had spicy questions too. "soonyoung, truth or dare?"

"to play it safe, truth."

"what's your.. favourite sex position?" as you read the question out your jaw dropped. you did not want the game to go this way so fast.

jihoon started giggling like a teenager, and soonyoung didn't have any kind of reaction, it was a little scary. "you can't even play it safe with truth. to answer though, doggystyle."

you cleared your throat and gave him an awkward thumbs up while muttering, "okay! didn't need to know that..."

it was soonyoung's turn now. he took the phone and looked at jihoon. "truth or dare?"

"dare, i'm not a pussy."

you scoffed and he side-eyed you. soonyoung giggled at the question which piqued your interest. "no way... okay, i dare you to send a voice message to a girl you wanna fuck and tell her everything you'd do to her."

jihoon's widened impossibly large. "what?!"

"you said you weren't a pussy, now hurry so we can continue!"

he groaned and stood up, going to the bathroom to do it because he was too embarrassed to do it in front of you.

after a minute or two, you got a notification. soonyoung looked up at you and bursted out laughing so hard he was on the floor. "oh. my. god."

as you were about to play the message, jihoon came running out and snatched your phone. "do not play it in front of soonyoung!"

"so what, you wanna fuck me?" you ask in disbelief. his face got red and nodded.

"he's wanted to since that halloween party where you dressed up as a sexy nurse- OW!" soonyoung blurted out as jihoon punched his arm. "okay, both of you shut up! let's continue the game."

you've been playing this stupid game for half an hour now, and during that time no more weird questions had been asked. you thought you were safe until jihoon asked you, "truth or dare?"

"truth."

"would you or have you ever been in a threesome?"

after the questions at the start you didn't even bat an eye at this one. "i've never been in one but i'd like to,"

jihoon and soonyoung exchanged glances didn't go unnoticed by you. "what's that look for?"

"um, okay, don't be weirded out." soonyoung starts and you already feel worried.

jihoon opens his mouth to speak but gets shut down by soonyoung, who starts to whisper in his ear. okay, now you were really worried.

"we want to propose something, but if you say no we won't talk about it again unless you bring it up yourself," jihoon finally says, avoiding eye contact.

"just spit it out already!"

"we want to have a threesome with you."

oh.

you felt dizzy, and you were sure that you had a stupid grin on your face because hiding your emotions was never your strong suit. "is that all? sure, whatever."

jihoon makes a noise that sounds close to a squeak, and soonyoung smirks. "so, is that a yes?"

"mhm. i'm down whenever..." you say, and before you know it soonyoung pounced on you.

his lips enveloped yours, and your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. you'd kissed both of them before, albeit you were all drunk, but this time soonyoung had a drive behind it. he wanted you.

he pulled back, and his eyes raked your figure. "are you down right now?"

"i am. what about you, jihoonie?" you peer over his shoulder to see jihoon, who looked a little nervous but his eyes were dark with lust already.

he doesn't answer, but instead crawls next to you. he starts to kiss your neck, a mewl leaving your lips. soonyoung grins as he kisses you again, this time more passionately.

you could feel jihoon nip and bite at your skin and soonyoung's tongue wrestled with yours at the same time, the sensation gave you goosebumps.

you opened your eyes just in time to see soonyoung's hand trailing up jihoon's thigh and started molding the flesh while kissing you. jihoon started rutting into your side and let out a small whimper.

soonyoung pulled away for air, tilting his head toward the smaller man. "can i kiss you too?" jihoon turned away from your neck to answer, "okay."

the two leaned over your lap, soonyoung grabbed jihoon by the collar, tugging him close so their faces were almost touching. you watched them with half lidded eyes as the larger man stared at the smaller like prey.

"um, this is a little weird soonyoung," jihoon squeaked. "not if we have socks on." soonyoung replied casually and you had to stifle your giggle.

the sexual tension felt like it could've been cut with a knife until jihoon was the one to close the gap between them. it was kind of awkward for you until you felt soonyoung's hand on your inner thigh, dangerously near where you needed him most.

the two broke apart and you lifted yourself over jihoon, straddling his lap. soonyoung sat behind jihoon now, kissing his neck. whimpers started to fill your ear as you grinded down on his crotch, jihoon's head buried into your neck and his moans were crystal clear.

"fuck, i need you so bad..." jihoon whispers when you grind down and a moan leaves your lips. "yeah, wanna fuck me?"

he nods and lets out an 'mhm' when soonyoung sucks a mark into his neck and he bucks up into you. "please, now?"

you almost let him take you right there when you finally realised where you were right now; the floor of your living room.

"let's go to my bedroom." you say and they agree, following you in.

soonyoung takes initiative and throws you on the bed once the doors closed, crawling on top of you. you gasp when you feel his hand on your crotch, grinning deviously.

"you can back out whenever, baby." he tells you and jihoon sits next to you, the two of them waiting on you to give them the go ahead.

"just fuck me already!" you huff impatiently and soonyoung giggles. "whatever you say princess."

jihoon helps you take your shirt off while soonyoung throws your pants across the room, along with his own clothes. now that the three of you only had your underwear on, this was starting to feel a little too surreal. you were about to have a threesome with your best friends.

your distracted from your thoughts when you feel soonyoung push his fingers into your clothed pussy. when you gasped, jihoon took the opportunity to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

you trailed your hand down his abs, relishing in the feeling of his toned body, and stopping when you reached the waistband of his boxers. you felt soonyoung push your panties to the side, his breath fanning over your folds. when you felt him lick up your slit, you grabbed jihoon's dick through his boxers.

he whined at the feeling of your hand and started kissing you again while soonyoung ate you out. his tongue circled your clit in all the right ways, and you could feel his spit on your inner thighs.

"you're so wet for me, wanna be stuffed full don't you?" he teased you and you started squirming when he finally pushed his fingers inside you. "soonyoung!"

your grip on jihoon's dick tightened when you felt his fingers pump inside you and his tongue on your clit at the same time.

the smaller man sobbed under you when you slipped your hand underneath his boxers and started rubbing his tip with your thumb. "shit!"

a mix of moaning and slurping noises filled the room. soonyoung's fingers felt so good inside of you, and your thumb swiped the precum off jihoon's tip. "please, more!" he whimpered pathetically.

"oh, fuck soonyoung, i'm gonna cum!" you cried as you rested your head on jihoon's shoulder. you noticed soonyoung was dry humping your sheets while he pleasured you and now you could hear his own muffled moans mixed with yours.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, dangerously close to snapping as soonyoung pumped his fingers faster inside you. what took you over the edge was both him biting your clit and jihoon whispering "can't wait to see you bent over soonyoung's lap for me."

your legs shook and soonyoung had to stop your thighs from closing on his head. you were chanting both their names like a mantra as you came down from your high.

soonyoung sat up from his laying down position and your eyes zero'd in on his grey boxers. he had a huge wet spot at the front of them. "did you cum just from eating me out?"

he nodded, embarrassed. "sorry..."

"no, that's so hot." you assured him before motioning him to sit next to jihoon. they wasted no time taking their boxers off when they realised what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, soonyoung was already hard again. when you went to give him attention, jihoon whined which made you smirk. "what, you need me to suck your dick that badly?"

"yes, please just touch me..." he begs pathetically, and you almost wanted to cry at how submissive he was. fulfilling his wishes, you settle in front of him and give the tip a kitten lick.

his breath hitches when the tip enters your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to take his length in fully. you bobbed up and down slowly and jihoon's fingers tangled into your hair, pulling softly.

"such a good slut for us." soonyoung chuckles.

when you started deepthroating, his whimpers got more frequent. you looked up at jihoon in time to watch soonyoung grab his face and kiss him, you also looked down and noticed jihoon's hand was wrapped around soonyoung's cock.

"that's a good girl, keep doing that until i tell you to stop," soonyoung orders you, and you obey.

you bobbed your head faster and jihoon's tip hitting the back of your throat was sure to make your voice hoarse in the morning, but you didn't care right now.

jihoon started moaning louder, which you didn't even think was possible. "oh fuck, fuck... 'm gonna cum- please..!"

soonyoung then pulled you off of jihoon. "what the fuck?!"

"no one cums until i say so." he shrugs. "are you ready for us now?"

"yeah, do you think you can both fit?"

jihoon chuckled. "of course we can, baby."

the sudden dominant tone he randomly switched into made your pussy clench and you needed to be filled now.

soonyoung decided to take you from behind and jihoon at the front. after a couple glances just in case you backed out at any moment, the two lined themselves up with your entrance. "go slowly,"

"of course, love." soonyoung whispers and gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then you felt the stretch.

there were two cocks going inside of you at once so obviously it'd hurt at first. you winced and clenched your teeth, jihoon rubbed your forearm as they finally bottom out.

you felt so full. "holy fuck.."

soonyoung wrapped a hand around your waist and pressed into a small bulge forming on your lower stomach. "so stuffed with our cocks like the good little whore you are."

"our whore." jihoon adds and kisses your torso to comfort you as they waited until you told them to move.

"please fuck me now." you mutter, impatient. your lower body was already aching.

soonyoung acted first, thrusting up into you. jihoon whimpered at the feeling of being inside you and having another dick grind onto his.

soon, the two found a rhythm. as they thrusted into you at the same time, you could feel yourself slipping away.

you didn't think being sandwiched in between two men would ever be so hot, but this is definitely something to tick on the list of things you like during sex.

both men became whimpering messes in the matter of minutes. "so tight, ohmygod! you're driving me insane." jihoon grunts, and soonyoung's grip on your waist was sure to bruise you tomorrow.

jihoon's fingers found your clit and started rubbing circles. "mfph, it's too much.."

"shit, i'm gonna cum soon," soonyoung moans and his lips find purchase on your shoulder blades, biting down. "mhm, me too.. fuck i'm so close!" jihoon whines.

the blood rushing to your ears blocked out what they were saying. "you close too, sweetheart?"

you just nodded, too fucked out to speak. "aw, we've fucked you dumb? so cute." soonyoung teases and jihoon's giggles fill your ears as you gasp out.

"oh! mhm, right there!"

they were hitting exactly where you needed them to if you wanted to cum fast. "i'm so closeee..." you whine out like jihoon before.

"cum for us, baby." they say in unison as they pick up the pace, bucking into you faster.

sweat dripped down your bodies and everything felt so warm. the knot in your stomach finally snapped and you screamed their names.

"oh god, i'm not gonna last any longer soonie," jihoon calls out. "m-me either, oh shit.."

soonyoung cums first, biting his lips to suppress his noises. jihoon follows shortly after, soft whimpers and heavy breathing filled the room.

now you were filled with both their cocks and their cum. when they pulled out, the liquid dripped down your thighs and soonyoung watched in a trance as jihoon got up to clean you all up.

jihoon called out after a few minutes and soonyoung carried you to the bathroom. he had drawn a warm bath for the three of you.

after the best sex of your life and amazing aftercare, you were certain that this wasn't just a one time thing. no way you'd let them leave.

[rachelwritesfic]

Soonyoung loves this, this feeling. The rush and the exhilaration and the feeling of invincibility that comes with dreaming. Soonyoung knows he’s good at it, good at what he does. Has one of the best teams in the business working with him and an unbroken streak of successful extractions.Alternatively: a Seventeen Inception!AU | LeeJihoon/KwonSoonyoung | Rated Teen Audiences and Up | 8014 words

[ncity-carrotcity-tancity]

#4350 part 1 - Bus stop

#4350 masterlist ao3

"Did you see your prince charming today ? Did he wake you up from your sleep with a kiss ?" your friend asked with a knowing look.

You growled.

"I hate you so much."

They giggled, delighted.

Or in which reader developped a crush on the stranger she fell asleep on in the bus.

pairing : joshua hong x f!reader - seokkwan and soonhoon blink and you'll miss it

tags : strangers to lovers ; meeting on the bus ; pining from a distance ;

warnings : nothing

part 1 words : 2k

total fic words : 14k

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"Did you see your prince charming today ? Did he wake you up from your sleep with a kiss ?" your friend asked with a knowing look.

You growled.

"I hate you so much."

They giggled, delighted.

Honestly, only you could manage to develop a crush on the stranger you fell asleep on in the bus.

Deep sigh.

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Few days earlier.

You pouted.

You were so tired, your day had been so long and, may you say, kind of shitty. You had just argued with your partner for your project due tomorrow which was halfway done (he was supposed to do the other part) and your mom called telling you the family dog was sick.

You shook your head. Last night, you went to bed later then usual, which only made your condition worse. You wish you could say it was because you studied extra hours but you just got caught into your show and finished a season in a night.

Dumb fuck.

You sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time today as the bus #4350 finally arrived.

You jumped in, beeping your card as you entered.

Without even looking where you were sitting, you paired your earbuds to your phone and put your soft playlist on. You weren't planning to doze off, mostly because the drive was only 15 minutes long, but as soon as the first notes of Evermore from Taylor Swift sounded, you passed out.

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You woke up as a hand softly brushed your shoulder.

"Hey, hum..." a voice murmured too close to your ear.

You jumped.

This couldn't be true. You couldn't have fallen asleep on the shoulder of the stranger sitting next to you who happened to be extremely handsome.

"I- I'm so sorry. Oh my god !" you blathered, your face probably red.

"No, no problem ! You actually smelled so nice-" the pretty boy's eyes became as big as a fist as he gasped. "I mean, you didn't bother me ! But you should hurry or you are gonna miss the next stop."

You blinked, lost, but quickly snapped out of it and took a look outside to understand how long you had been taking advantage of pretty boy's shoulder.

You were indeed one stop away from your apartment.

You collected your stuff as fast as you could as the bus' doors were already opening.

You turned around to thank the boy and to apologize once again. He shook his hands, telling you it was really no problem.

You hurried out of the bus before the doors would close and watched it leave.

You stood there for a second, as if under a spell, and it suddenly hit you : how could he know which stop was yours ?

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"Please tell me you asked for his number," your best friend said with a pleading voice.

"Cole ! Have you even listening to a single thing I just told you ? I rushed as fast as I could off the bus not to miss my stop. How in the world would you want me to have asked for his number ?"

You heard them sigh.

"Well, at least he must take this bus everyday, just like you..."

"I wouldn't even know, it's always so full of people."

"Next time you can talk to him and discover what his name is !" they exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Supposing I would see him again, why would I ever try to talk to him after I embarrassed myself like that ?" you scoffed.

"Because he embarassed himself too and he very obviously must have observed you, otherwise he wouldn't have known your stop !"

You sighed.

"You're giving me a headache. How are things with your girlfriend ?" you jumped on the first subject possible.

"That's low y/n ! You know I don't wanna talk about that," they pouted.

"Sorry...should we grab something to eat and relax in front of a movie ?" you suggested to apologize.

"You pay for the food," they retorted immediately.

"Of course," you laughed and hugged them.

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You took the bus again and this time, you inspected it carefully to find your boy.

You saw him, a book in his hands, probably at the same time as he saw you.

You both averted your gaze, a sligth blush on your cheeks.

You walked past him and took a seat behind him on his left, the perfect place to stare at him creepily without him noticing.

Saying you were disappointed you didn't greet each other would be a lie. Not that it mattered that much, obviously, you didn't even expect to ever become his friend.

You put on your earbuds and choose a playlist before rising your eyes to inspect him carefully.

Last time you hadn't had the time to really look at him.

His hair was parted and a messy curly. It was quite long and an ash blond that looked nearly grey.

You noticed that his eyes that you first thought were a dark brown were actually a lighter hazelnut. They were the prettiest when the sun kissed his face and you could see their true colour.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt under a beige blazer and some pants that were a darker beige.

He was always careful of his posture, probably not even doing it on purpose.

He looked...good. Damn good.

The free seat next to him seemed extremely inviting but you shook the thought out your brain.

You rose the volume on your phone and stopped staring at your bus boy.

He left the bus two stops before yours and you once again exchanged a look when he jumped off, but this time he nodded his head to you and you replied with a smile.

Maybe your heart melted.

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The next afternoon, you had waited all day to see him and maybe simply greet him ? Nothing incredible, you weren't trying to become his friend anyway.

But when you entered the bus, he was nowhere to be seen.

You didn't know why you were disappointed. It was not like you knew his agenda and he was supposed to take this bus every afternoon. He could have decided to take the one before or the one after, to spend more time with his friends or to work at the library. He may have a job and had to stay some extra hours today. Or maybe he didn't take this bus every afternoon like you did.

You didn't even know why all these thoughts were crossing your mind.

You frowned and put on your music to distract yourself.

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You saw him again the next day.

He was sitting next to the window, staring at the landscape outside.

You thought he wouldn't notice your presence but he suddenly turned his head as you were looking for a seat. He smiled and you shook your hand, murmuring a timid "Hi" as you sat a few seats before him. He waved back.

You had your back against the window, enabling you to see both the front and the back of the bus (and casually to steal a look from him from time to time).

This time you noticed he had an habit to stick his tongue out to wet his lips and when he seemed lost in his thoughts. It was adorable.

You found yourself displaying a soft smile. What were you doing exactly ? For all you knew, he could have a significant other.

You sighed.

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Once again your crush wasn't in the bus when you walked in. You pouted. You wanted to actually approach him today.

One stop later, you saw the man himself jump on the bus, immediately looking for something (someone) in the crowd and his face lighting up when he saw you. He lowered his gaze with a cute smile.

A hand pushed him and he stumbled. He turned around, frowning. The boy behind him laughed and said loud enough for you to hear :

"Come on Shua, people are waiting behind us !"

He wasn't alone today ?

Pause.

'Shua' ?

You hummed, with a little smile. You knew his name now. Or at least his nickname.

That was a start right ?

'Shua' rolled his eyes and you giggled.

"Come here !" his friend exclaimed, grabbing his hand and sitting just in front of you.

You took a glance at Shua's friend and noticed how, him too, was perfectly handsome. He had long dark hair and his face was... angel like.

They began to talk and you noted that they seemed extremely close. They constantly nudged each other playfully, laughing at everything the other said.

It warmed your heart. You had to admit they were cute together.

You noticed your boy had a habit of putting his hand in front if his mouth when he giggled softly.

Sometimes your boy would cry a "Jeonghan !" desperately when the other boy was messing with him but all this 'Jeonghan' would ever call your bus boy was 'Shua'.

You exchanged a look with both of them once or twice, smiling kindly before gazing away.

Way to be subtle y/n...

As you were approaching Shua's habitual stop, you saw them grow excited again, your boy doing anything possible to shut Jeonghan's mouth as the other one had a mischievous smile.

You heard him murmur : "Jeonghan no ! I'm not doing it !" as his friend was laughing out loud and staring your way.

"Fine..." his devilish friend started and he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled something on it. "Then I'm doing it !"

Shua's eyes grew bigger and he tried by all mean to take the paper but Jeonghan was seemingly holding onto it for dear life.

"Han ! We are not doing that !"

"We aren't, I am !"

You fake caughed to hide the laugh that escaped your lips. This Jeonghan really seemed like a pain in the ass. You liked him.

The bus eventually opened the doors in front of their stop and Shua tried one last desperate move to extract the paper from his friend's hands, which worked but the paper flew away, right next to your feet.

You being a sneaky snake, you hid it under your shoe as the boys were looking for it.

Before they could run outside, the doors closed and the bus departed.

"We missed the stop !" Shua complained, turning around to poke his friend. "You're such a pain in the ass Yoon Jeonghan !"

"If you weren't a wimp, we wouldn't have missed it Hong Jisoo !" Jeonghan retorted, poking him in return.

'Hong Jisoo', huh ? You wondered why the 'Shua' then.

You remembered the little piece of paper under your shoe and kneeled to grab it.

As the two of them were still arguing, you approached their seat and cleared your throat.

"Hi !" you greeted with your softest smile. "You were looking for that ?" you asked, handing them the paper.

They both stared at you, clueless, but Jisoo pushed your hand lightly, returning it to you.

"Y-you can keep it..."

You looked at your hand then glanced back at him and you were probably displaying the same dumb awkward smile as him.

You felt like butterflies wings were tickling your skin where he just touched you and like your heart was seconds away from exploding.

The bus stopped and you blinked, putting an end to whatever spell you were under.

Jeonghan chuckled.

"That was intens-"

Before he could finish, Jisoo pushed him to the doors.

"Bye" he just told you and they jumped off.

You exhaled.

That's it, you were whipped.

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"That's so romantic oh my god !"

You sighed.

"How weak must I be for him to simply touch my hand and now all I can think about is him ?"

Saying Cole was delighted was an understatement. They were jumping everywhere and asking for all the details.

"And ? What did the paper say ?"

"I don't know. I didn't open it, it's not mine."

You felt a slap on the back of your head.

"Ow !" you protested.

"Y/n y/l/n ? Are you fucking dumb ? He gave it to you ! Where is it ?"

"He just said that I could keep it, probably because he didn't know what to do with it anyway..." you retorted.

"I can't believe you just said that...Where is it ?"

You looked in your back pocket but didn't find it.

"I... don't know," you answered dumbfounded.

"Don't bullshit me, where did you hide it ?"

Your friend jumped on their feet to look for it and search all your pockets uselessly.

"I must have lost it," you said rising your shoulders.

"There could have been his phone number on it ! He wanted you to text him !" they exclaimed, borderline screaming.

"Well, I don't know where I put it. And I really don't think it was his phone number to be honest."

Your friend was emptying your school bag and they turned around.

"Y/n, you do understand that this boy is as much, if not more, into you as you are into him, right ?" they seriously told you.

"I am not sure about that and you can't be either because you have never seen him !"

Cole groaned but didn't say anything because they knew this was where the discussion was ending.

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Later that night, as you were opening your book to study, you saw a piece of paper fall from it.

You smiled, recognising it.

You opened it curiously, excited to see if what Cole said could be true.

You read the few lines written on it and opened your mouth, scoffing.

Well, in your defense, you were right, it wasn't Jisoo's phone number.

[satoruvt]

but i’ll surrender everything

pairing → choi seungcheol x reader

word count → 873

genre → non-idol au, fluff ↳ tags: seungcheol please stop flirting it is 5 in the morning., a briefly mentioned camping trip, kissing <3, suggestive themes, banter, mc cannot handle flirting, cheol’s kind of a little shit but its fine because its cute, holding hands at the end, mentions of soonhoon and jeonghan, strangers to... something..., fwb? the world will never know, kind of mutual pining, just a good time with a couple of idiots!

song inspo → GIVEUWHATUWANT BY THE DRIVER ERA!!!!!!

warnings → pretty suggestive lol, no actual sex but mentions of it!!

a/n → i am a lot prouder of this than i thought i would be ... pls give it lots of love <3 this song has been on repeat all day i knew i needed to do something with it!!! truth be told i have an entire universe set up for this fic i created a whole world just for yall to only see this tiny scene within it LMAO writer tingz </3

You’ve always been a light sleeper.

You think Seungcheol takes advantage of that fact, despite him only knowing that for a few days at most. You feel his fingers, dull at first, dance under your shirt, spread out on your skin. Your eyes open unwillingly and you’re met with a still-dark room, just like how you left it when you fell asleep. Maybe if you close your eyes and refuse to open them again you’ll just fall into sleep again, drift off long enough for the sun to come up.

Seungcheol presses his face into the back of your neck and it becomes painfully obvious that you’re not going back to sleep anytime soon.

“We should not be up,” you mumble into the dark. You will not turn around to face Seungcheol - both of you know by now that it takes one glance for you to fall under him.

Seungcheol giggles, kisses your nape twice. “You don’t want to watch the sunrise?”

You watch what you can see of the lake between the crack in the curtains, gleams of waves still visible in the moonlight. “You do?”

You barely knew him a month ago, the only connection being sharing a mutual friend. Jeonghan had introduced the two of you a few years back, but you never took to each other; never rude, always civil, just not close. You never thought it would take a cabin in the woods with a few other people and a night of drinking to get closer to him, never thought he would spend more nights in your room than his own. Never thought he’d be telling you he’d give you what you want through breathless whispers and between sheets…

Seungcheol hums, but you know better. He hooks his chin over your shoulder like he’s asking you to look at him. “Not really,” he answers, fingers moving from the front of your stomach down to play with the drawstring on your shorts. “Would rather watch you.”

“Okay, creep,” you respond on instinct, feeling your face warm. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to his flirting, even when you’ve been in bed with him. He laughs, too loud for the quiet morning. His hands never falter.

The sky is barely lighter than it was a few minutes ago, a signal of the coming light. You can barely focus on it when Seungcheol’s all over you like this, pressing kisses over your jaw and practically feeling you up. “It’s early,” you try to protest. It’s weak, and your voice is too breathless to have any bite.

“Yeah?”

Yeah, like he doesn’t care. You sigh when he successfully turns you onto your back, breathe in the smell of his shampoo still lingering on the pillowcases. Your eyes remained closed, not wanting to cave so easily yet. “We’ll wake the others.”

It’s hard to forget that there are other people in the cabin with you, given the occasional groan of the floorboards as they pass through the hallways and the notorious trail of tiger-themed everything left behind by Soonyoung everywhere he goes. He and Jihoon are just on the other side of the wall, sharing a room. You’ve heard their playful bickering more than a few times.

“You’ll wake the others,” Seungcheol corrects, and you open your eyes to give him a glare, but it ends badly. His hair is dark, messy and sticking up in a million directions. His eyes glitter at you, mischievous in the early light, and you hate that he seems to know what he does to you. “You’re the loud one here.”

You snort and he resumes his nipping at your neck, and against your better judgement you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Whose fault is that?” You counter, feeling his smile on your skin. He comes back up to look at you, the two of you moving together into a more comfortable position, your legs bracketing his waist.

It’s so strange to think about Seungcheol the way you do, now, leaning into his palm when it cups the side of your face. You’ve only really known him for a few weeks at this point, but he feels familiar, something in the way he smells and moves and speaks.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, nose rubbing against yours. You don’t know when he got so close.

“You can barely see me,” you respond. He laughs and you do too, feeling warm all over again. 

“Still,” he murmurs, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t need to see you to know.”

All you can think to do is pull him down to finally (finally) kiss him, lips molding together so sweetly. It takes little convincing for him to get your shorts down your legs, though you have to bribe him with a few more kisses for him to take his shirt off. It feels like a different world, with the sun still behind the mountains and the total quiet surrounding you. You think you’d give everything just to stay here like this, in this different world with Seungcheol pressed against you like it’s all he needs.

When the sun lights up your room you fall back to sleep with his hand in yours.

[woozi]

Favorite svteenie friendship dynamics? (It’s ok, you can give multiple <3 we all know you <3 NXKSKKS)

READ ME ON MY OWN BLOG?????????????? as an ANON NO LESS??????????????? 😭 JKDFJDSJDS that jihoon was my literal reaction irl lmAOOO

also worm i looOVE THIS QUESTION <3 i have many answers (you're right and ily 😋)

not in order of preference (i think by now we’ve all established that i have a hard time picking favorites fjdjksjk)

soonhoon - a v popular one for good reason tbh. i was actually talking abt this with belle just the other day 😭 ANYWAY!! yk how they were both perceived as intjs the last gose 👁️ i think people undermine how similar they are tbh just bc they have very different ways of presenting themselves. i'm saying this goal, mentality, and drive-wise (all this from what we can see btw i’m not saying this is how they really are we do not know these men fsjdjkdsjdks), but again they express themselves v differently. that being said their personalities are also v compatible imo, jihoon's the type to not show how he feels that much even when he longs for something and bc of that people like hoshi complement him so well. hoshi's the type to Show it and reach out to people contrasting the way jihoon tends to withdraw. even in general, jihoon’s not the type to purposefully put himself out there unlike hoshi, but he seems to definitely love the attention lmao (which a persistent friend like hosh can give willingly and enthusiastically at that). their skills are also are a perfect fit for each other 👁️ but yeah tl;dr, i think the best way to put everything abt soonhoon is where one lacks, one compensates but they have the same way of thinking so they get along well. they benefit from each other and make e/o better

soonchan - i’m so devastated by this btw </3 they just seem to like each other sm </3 and are very affectionate towards each other </3

jihan - for comedic purposes /hj (they also just match e/o’s vibe v well tbh, unlike soonhoon this is a like calls to like situation) + they seem like a pair of friends who just really connect and understand each other well while maintaining a balance imo (like, no one’s more reliant on the other)

jun x boo/ww x dino - the fan and the idol <3 i love how boo/ww adores and always cheers on jun/dino

jeonghan x woozi - jeonghan’s not the type of person to be pushy (he literally just goes w the flow and takes whatever’s coming) and bc of that, as i see it, he’s able to respect boundaries v well which may be one of the reasons why woozi’s so comfortable with him? dynamic-wise, unlike hoshi who will literally ADOPT u no escape friendship wise, jeonghan’s the one who will let you ease in and just Waits for what you want/need. as jihoon’s not the type to open up easily, i feel like this Jeonghan Trait allowed them to build a more solid foundation. ion see jihoon being very physically affectionate with anyone, but a lot of the times when he actually is you will see it’s with jeonghan and that’s prob one of the reasons why. i also just find it v fascinating how attitudes from opposite ends of the spectrum produced these kinds of friendships <3

jeonghan x dk - just some silly men having fun <3 jeonghan needs a kind friend while dk needs someone who would embolden him tbh

shua x dino - NO BC WHY DOESN’T ANYONE TALK ABT THIS???????????????????????????????? i think they are a LOT closer than people think they are. also just feels like they get each other </3 receive each other’s jokes v well, and just overall seems like they support each other a lot/KNOW each other very well

junhao - feel like hao has been jun’s solace since he came to korea tbh. jun on the other hand was there to guide him. they just have a lot to share w/ e/o, someone who understands (also not really abt friendship but since we’re talking abt junhao now... i really admire them both sm </3 i’m in awe that the svteenies have ALL renewed, but junhao most esp. not bc i wasn’t expecting them to re-sign, but because they re-signed knowing full well that they’re giving up/have alr given up SOOO much of their old lives that they’ve established in cn + more in of their time with their families. i love them sm they have a special place in my heart </3)

woozi x vernon - OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭 if jihoon’s ever been a hyung and if vernon’s ever been a younger sibling it’s HERE that you would most def see it. ion think i’ve seen woozi take care of another younger member like the way he does vernon </3 and idk </3 i dont think i’ve ever seen vernon as cutesy to everyone else as he is w/ woozi

dk x hao/dk x boo/dk x hosh - just a couple of besties pt. 2 <3 (with slightly threatening undertones in dk x boo). i like seokhao bc they’re Friends friends, dk x hosh because they’re Besties but u can still see dk looking up to hosh, and seungboo (i literally do not know the names of svt pairings im sorry lmao) bc they just seem to have fun tgt <3

mg x dk/cheolgyu - frenemies <3 but not to the point where it’s worrying like boochan lmao

meanie - i just find them so fascinating honestly. how’d this even happen

verkwan - just want someone to be obsessed w me like boo is towards vernon tbh FJSKJFDJS (vernon also cherishes seungkwan but in a diff way i cant explain it tbh... its just Vibes)

birdie - i feel like vernon’s the closest thing chan has to a friend in svt? unlike boo who tends to act and prefers to be treated as someone older (based off of what we’ve heard from em lmao), vernon’s a lot more laid back and it also translates to how he forms relationships with other people. but ofc, even so (with him not emphasizing that kind of hierarchy w dino), you can see him especially taking care of dino/treating dino like a younger brother at times </3 which is SOOOO CUTE and sumn we don’t see often bc dino’s the only one younger than him </3 but honestly while dino’s a lot more Free with vernon, you can still see that they’re all still hyungs to him esp bc of the culture so i get why he feels lonely at times!!

[natigail]

First chaptered work of PEDIA has been completed! I’m so happy. (It’s called The Tiger on the Mountain, a Seventeen fic with soonhoon pairing, if you’re interested). This was one of those fics that got started a while ago, autumn 2021, and it might never have seen the day and been finished, if not for my insane decision to do a writing challenge like this. So that makes me very happy.

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || ten

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

a/n: sorry i was gone... but i'm back.

warnings: attempted assault, violence

wonwoo had never in his life been so afraid. afraid of losing yn. yes. he had fallen for her. it only took weeks for her to break the hard shell he cast around his heart.

he couldn't bear to let her get hurt.

she was the first woman who had loved seollie with all her heart. she was the first woman her genuinely felt that he could confide in.

if comfort and security was a person, to him, it'd be yn.

and she was gone.

yn barricaded herself in her art room. her sculpting tools would be of great use in this situation.

her stalker was jaeho. jaeho and e/n to be precise.

jaeho and e/n were in cahoots the whole time. the plan was to monopolise the 2 daughters of a rich family so that they could get money to fund their careers.

however, after jaeho successfully married chaeyoung, he realised she was going to ruin his reputation so he asked e/n to brutally leave yn so he cld be there to pick up the pieces and seduce yn.

after that, jaeho began to stalk yn o figure out her new place of residence. e/n, began to separately stalk her, in an attempt to get her back.

"yn. i told you that you were next. don't be scared. i won't do anything."

"jaeho, my parents hate me. what does attacking me do for you? you won't get ransom!"

"not from them. i'll get ransom from your precious boyfriend wonwoo."

"you aren't making any sense! if you want money, i'll just give it to you. please just get out!"

jaeho wanted to hurt her. he blamed her for his misfortune with chaeyoung.

"if you were better, i wouldn't have married chaeyoung."

"how is that my problem! what is wrong with you? i'm confused and scared and you don't make sense. pl-"

she was cut off by the sounds of crashing and something being slammed into a wall. she heard clatters of metal and shouting before she heard the comfort of a voice she knew so well.

"i'm here, yn. you're okay."

wonwoo.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[with-woozi]

Imagine Woozi being nervous about his date with Hoshi because it’s been a while since they spend some time together, just the two of them.

[littlemindblabbles]

The Bet

Pairing: Wonwoo x Junhui (Wonhui)

Prologue I Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20

Once the full impact of Soonyoung’s words sink in, the reactions are explosive. Jihoon has his mouth open, absolutely fury in his eyes, and Wonwoo looks angry? for some reason. But right now, Junhui thinks his eyes are probably playing tricks on him due to the shock.

But Wonwoo clenches and unclenches his fist a few times, before speaking in a low, dangerous tone, “You promised. If I broke his heart, the details of the bet wouldn’t be known. We had a deal!” He all but growls out the last part. It actually scared Junhui as he’d never seen Wonwoo so angry before. Soonyoung seemed unfazed however, and just shook his head gleefully.

“I didn’t break any of the terms of our bet my dear Wonnie. You see, I said if you failed the bet in any way, the whole school would know, but there was nothing preventing me from letting our dear new kid know, am I right—”

“So it’s true then? You befriended me and took me on dates and asked me out all just for a bet? Everything you shared with me and said to me was a lie?” Junhui interrupted, starting to hyperventilate. Wonwoo finally turned to look at him, a pained look in his eyes, and started to reach out to him,

“Junhui I—”

“Stay away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. And whoever had to do with this, don’t talk to me anymore!” With one last hurt look at Jihoon, who still hadn’t been able to say anything, Junhui turned around and bolted out the door.

-

Wonwoo

“KWON SOONYOUNG! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY!” Was the first thing that came out of Jihoon’s mouth the moment Junhui ran away. Only then did Soonyoung’s smile slowly disappear,

“Hoonie, it was just a harmless bet Wonwoo and I created at the start of the year. Besides, it doesn’t matter anymore, now you don’t have to spend so much time with that loser!” Jihoon wacked his boyfriend on the head,

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with him? If you got your head out of your ass for a moment, and actually spent time with Jun, you would realize he’s such an amazing guy who deserves absolutely none of how you two have treated him. I don’t know what kind of sick mindset the both of you have, but I am absolutely disgusted. Soonyoung don’t even bother talking to me until you fix this, we’re basically over. The worst part is that Junhui actually thinks I had something to do with this, so before it’s too late, I’m going to try and get my best friend back.” At the end of his speech, Jihoon all but glared at us, before going off in the same direction Junhui did just moments earlier.

Soonyoung looked a bit dumbstruck and very hurt, just like how Junhui did. The part of Wonwoo that was pissed off that Soonyoung had found a loophole felt slightly better knowing his actions did receive instant karma.

“D…did he just break up with me? Jihoonie broke up with me?” Soonyoung whined, “it was just a harmless prank, who cares about the new kid? I’ve done pranks and bets before, why is he upset now?”

“Do you actually think it was harmless? I broke Junhui’s heart, not to mention probably crushed his self esteem that he had been trying so hard to improve on. Hearing you were used can never sound nice. Honestly, I agree with whatever Jihoon just called us. We took this too far dude, I can’t I let the fear of my reputation being ruined pressure me into doing this.” Wonwoo shook his head, not even finding in himself to be angry at Soonyoung anymore. All he could think of was that hurt look on Junhui’s face as he flinched while Wonwoo was trying to reach him. As if hurting him the first time wasn’t bad enough, now Junhui didn’t even trust that what he said was true, that their relationship was nothing but a lie. He did all that to Junhui, he hurt the person he loved the most. Thinking about it made Wonwoo want to throw up his lunch all over the floor.

Soonyoung, meanwhile, seemed to be reaching a conclusion by himself. The colour in his face drained away slowly.

“I don’t actually know why I was so intent on following the bet. Or why I had such a bad feeling about him in the first place. Jihoon was right, I mean he always is but, I never stopped to actually see how Junhui was actually like and just let my impression of him taint my views. I guess the only reason why I made the bet was because he was all everyone talked about even before he arrived, and I got jealous of the attention. But yeah, we did take it too far and,” he paused and looked right into Wonwoo’s eyes, “it wasn’t just a bet for you right? You like him. You like Junhui.”

“I think I love him Soonyoung.” It felt so good to say it out loud. Soonyoung smiled slightly, then clapped his hands.

“And I love Jihoon, most definitely. Now I know it was mainly my fault we’re in this mess but we have to both fix this and get our loves back!”

Note: Yay to Jihoon bringing our Soonyoung to his senses hahah, this is why I love Soonhoon so much. Please check out my masterlist for more fics!

[astrologysvt]

helloo! I was wondering if you ever make a post about svt pairing/ship compatibility with each others? or do you have any favorite combination within the group (i.e for me mingyu and minghao relationship). thank you for answering 💓

i have i made a jihan one  in the past and def plan on doing a jicheol (is that the name for woozi and cheol??), a 96 line one, a seokhan one, i’ll eventually do a sister sign analysis for all of the sister signs so you can vaguely look forward to a gyuhan one. for me tho i was just thinking today how cute america line is????  i also love watching anyone react with cheol or jeonghan, i also love soonhoon they are so funny. tho i think if i had to pick a fave it’d be woozi and cheol they’re so cute