#woozi reader insert

[wooahaes]

i just want it simple

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship.

warnings: n/a? sweetheart jihoonie.

word count: 1.0k~

daisy's notes: he rly says 'i love you. here's a chair with lumbar support.'

Jihoon’s newest project had been a secret to you, and… frankly, you weren’t exactly sure why. His little office space was already something that you never entered: he had everything set up the way he liked it, and he’d always told you that he would make room for you if you needed it. And, sure, maybe you did need it, but considering the two of you didn’t have any other roommates, the dinner table was a fine enough office space when you needed it to be. But for the past few weeks, Jihoon had asked that you avoid the room entirely—no peeking in, just because he was working on something more confidential at work and needed the promise of security. 

You didn’t question it, though. You spent most of your working hours actually at your job nowadays, so the apartment was left entirely to him then anyway. But it did mean that you made sure you knocked and stepped away if you needed an extra pair of hands for any reason—whether that be to help you fold laundry or with dinner or just moving the couch back an inch or so whenever you expected company like mister long-legged Kim Mingyu. He’d always sheepishly apologized for taking up so much room when he came over for game nights, but you’d waved him off. Mingyu could just help you move it back, but you liked having it pushed back before your friends arrived.

Until now. Jihoon had held out a blindfold to you when you came home. “Happy birthday,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.” Then a quiet pause. “Two somethings, actually.”  

Jihoon simply didn’t do surprises often. That was something you always appreciated about him: the most he ever really did was surprise you with a little trinket or treat he picked up while he was out, or sometimes with dinner on the nights you were supposed to cook but needed the break instead. Jihoon’s surprises were always something subtle, something that told you he was listening and paying attention to you. So you donned the blindfold, ready to see what he had waiting for you.

You knew the layout of your apartment well enough to know he’d brought you straight to his office. He rolled his chair back, gently guiding you down to sit in it before he reached past you to mess around on his computer.

“I wrote you a song.” He said, plain as day. “Since I’ve been able to make more music lately… I finally finished it last night.”

Jihoon had told you that he was writing you a song over a year ago. It’d been a casual little remark, just something to tell you about while eating lunch together one day. Every so often, you’d ask about it, just to see if he made progress on it. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t: work got in the way, as did everything else in life in different ways. But he always promised that he would show it to you as soon as he could. Holding out almost an entire day, though, surprised you. He’d always been excited to show you his work, to show off the songs he composed and either sung himself or brought one of his very talented friends in to record for it.

He clamped the headphones over your ears, and tapped a key, and you were met with this soft, sweet melody before the warm voice of Jihoon. All you did for the next few minutes was listen to the tender lyrics as he sang about his love for you, how you were his happiness. His baby. All of the things that you were sure Jihoon would turn red if he had to say out loud, especially if anyone else was around to hear it, but the things he would always want you to hear. 

You slowly removed the headphones, still blindfolded as you turned to hopefully find Jihoon. Your hand bumped into his side, and he took it within his own. “That was beautiful, Jihoon” you said. “I… might need a minute to pull my thoughts together.” A second later, you tacked on, “... And the other thing?”

“Hold on.” He let go of your hand, rolling your chair a little forward and turning you away from where his computer was sitting. “You can take it off.” 

So you did. And immediately, Jihoon’s project became apparent. He’d moved things around, setting up a workspace for you on the opposite side of the room. A desk, your work laptop, and anything and everything you would need to work comfortably. Where did he find the time to buy you a desk and put it together…? Or the nice desk chair he’d bought you. You set aside his headphones, walking over to pull the chair out and sit in it. It provided you far better back support than the chair you had at work, and that was something the company prided itself on paying for. 

“How did you—”

“I got a promotion,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But… They gave me an actual office, so I don’t have to keep some of my work documents here anymore—and, um, a nicer desk, so I could put some of the things you bought me on it…” He scratched his cheek nervously. “I was going to tell you,  but… I was talking to Seungcheol, and I mentioned I wanted to give you space here, and he said he’d help me keep it a secret so I could surprise you.” 

The urge to cry welled up within your chest, and you stood, making your way over to pull him into your arms. You hugged him tight, shutting your eyes for a moment. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“I—I, um…” He was blushing, and you could feel that heat radiating off of his face. “I like our dinner table, but… I think you deserve something better for you if you have to sit. Cheol helped me compare chairs, and…”

You just kissed him instead. “I love it. I love you.” You blinked back tears. When was the last time someone went through so much effort for you…?

“Happy birthday,” he said quietly. “I’m glad you like it.” 

All you could do was just kiss him one more time. If you were his happiness… then he was yours, too.

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Thigh Riding | Lee Jihoon

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), canon compliant if that's an issue

Summary: When Pledis brought in another producer to help with Woozi's workload, his ability to focus began to wane. Luckily for him, she noticed it too.

WC: 2k

Warnings: thigh riding, woozi is kinda talkative, praise, explicit kissing, titty sucking, woozi feels like a pervert but he doesn't really act like it

A/N: Dinner is served, eat well. Also check out my donations and commissions here, and consider reblogging them for me

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Jihoon tried harder than anyone knew to be a kind, respectable, dependable, respectable person. And, generally speaking, people thought he did a good job. He knew he was a workaholic, spent too much time cooped up in his studio working on songs for his group, for other musicians, for nobody but himself, but his studio was one of the only places that Jihoon generally felt he was at his best. He was good at that, good at making music that made people feel things, that told a story. He was proud of that.

So he was especially proud when he was introduced to you, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as you were introduced as a new producer working under Pledis entertainment. It meant the two of you would work closely together. He knew that part of the reason you'd been hired was to help take some of the stress off of him. So it was hard not to appreciate your presence in his place of solitude.

You were so sickeningly sweet sometimes, doting on him and the members, coming with snacks or full meals or even just coffees in hand - though when you brought him coffee, you also brought him a bottle of water, insisting that hydration was just as important as caffeination. He probably would have been annoyed if it was anyone else, but Jihoon found it incredibly difficult to be annoyed with you.

Maybe the best part of having you work with him was that you were an amazing producer. He was amazed to find out that you hadn't produced for any big name artists yet, that you yourself had been shocked at being hired by Pledis, applying on a whim. You challenged his ideas, managing to bring out the best creations he thought he'd ever made, and you bounced ideas off of him so easily. Most of all, he was enamored with the way that you understood him, you got the way his brain worked, the way he created.

An album later and the two of you were an inseparable team. Which, unfortunately for Jihoon, was beginning to threaten his kind, respectable nature. Because there you were in his studio, the lights casting glows across your skin, across your exposed collarbones and your pretty, soft face, and your hair was pulled back into a ponytail that he was becoming desperate to wrap his hand in. Because as much as he wanted to be a good person, you brought out a downright perverted side of him. He'd been struggling for weeks as the two of you worked on writing a song for another artist together. He'd become too aware of the way you tapped your pen against your pretty lips, and the way that you whined when you stretched your back, and the way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you got frustrated with your work.

"Hoon?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked, suddenly very aware of how close you were, that he could smell the honey and cinnamon shampoo you used, and that he could see straight down the front of your shirt where your tits were pushed together. Oh, and the way that his cock was twitching to life, beginning to fill out in his sweatpants. He cleared his throat, eyes snapping up to yours. "What's going on in your head? You haven't heard a word of what I said."

He opened his mouth, finding himself at a loss for words because, honestly, he couldn't even explain what was going on in his head if he wanted to. He shook his head, moving his chair a little further from you and turning back to the track he'd been working on.

"Nothing, just tired."

"You should rest, we've been here all day. Take a nap, I'll order some food," You said, standing up to nudge him towards the couch. He shook his head, shrugging your hand off his shoulder. You pouted, grabbing his chair instead and spinning him around. He felt a wave of panic wash through him, fully aware of how achingly hard he was now that he was exposed to you.

"Seriously, I'm fine. Don't worry so much. Let's just finish this." He said, face beginning to warm. You narrowed your eyes at him, scanning his face. "Y/N,"

"What?" 

"Stop looking at me like that." He said, voice tight and dropping lower than you'd heard it. You suppressed a shiver.

"Like what?" You asked him, but of course you knew. You'd been trying to push him to stop staring at you and actually make a move for months now, but he was so goddamn respectful, so absolutely devoted to being kind that he was willing to overlook every blatantly flirty remark and too-intimate touch.

"Like you want me to do something we'll both regret." He said, clenching his jaw. You leaned closer, one of yours hands moving slowly up the length of his arm, over the muscle of his shoulder, down the slope of his chest. So, so slowly that every second felt like it was a hundred heartbeats long when that's all that Jihoon could hear rushing in his ears.

"Who says I'll regret anything?" You asked, voice hardly above a whisper, and your eyes baring down on his. He fought the urge to kiss you, to pull you closer to him and say fuck all the rules and regulations. He choked back the burning desire that you were so willingly stoking.

"Y/N,"

"Would you regret it?" You asked him, reaching up to tip his chin up, dipping your head closer until you could feel his shaky breath against your cheek. "Tell me you don't want to touch me. Say it and we act like this never happened."

You gave him a beat, and then another. The tension drew tight as neither of you said anything. He watched you as you watched the slow parting of his lips, then watched them press back together in silence. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his and melting into the taste of him.

Instantly his hands found your waist, pulling you down onto his lap. You didn't break the kiss as you adjusted to straddle him in the chair, pressing yourself firmly against him as he pulled you closer. His tongue prodded against the seam of your lips, eagerly being welcomed inside. He tasted of soda and chewing gum, and you were addicted to it. Your hands found his hair, long enough now for him to tie up - not that he usually did unless he was deep in a track.

"Jihoon," You whined when he pulled away, bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout at the loss of his kiss. He hummed in response, mouth finding your jaw and leaving slow, warm kisses down the curve of it. You inhaled softly, your complaints dying on your tongue. He nipped at your pulsepoint, dragging his tongue over it before moving on to mark your skin just above the neckline of your shirt.

You pulled away, tugging the fabric over your head and tossing it onto your chair. He sighed at the sight of you bared for him, hands moving up your sides, higher to cup your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra. He swore he could look at you like this all day, memorize every scar and stretch mark and dip of your body. You, on the other hand, weren't half as patient. You reached behind you, unhooking your bra and letting it slide down your arms. Jihoon took it upon himself to discard the useless piece of fabric, dipping his head to kiss along the curve of your tits.

"Take these off, too." He said, pushing at the waistband of your sweatpants. You stood up, pushing them down your legs and kicking them aside before settling yourself on his lap again. He shifted your weight, settling you over one of his thighs, his shorts exposing enough skin that the only thing keeping him from the warmth of your core was the flimsy pair of panties you had on.

Jihoon cursed, feeling the way your hole leaked over his leg, soaking the fabric of your underwear.

"Need me so bad, don't you?" He asked, returning diligently to his self-appointed task of kissing over every inch of your chest. You nodded, words lost when his warm mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. Your hips rocked into the firm muscle of his thigh, desperate for any ounce of stimulation other than helplessly clenching your walls around nothing.

He gripped your hips tight, and you assumed it was to stop you from seeking your pleasure, but instead he pressed you harder into his thigh, tensing the muscles underneath you to perfectly drag against your clit. He teased his teeth over your nipple at the same time, and you closed your eyes. One of your hands returned to his hair, the other gripping at his shoulder to keep your balance.

With a steady, demanding hand, he guided you to grind against his thigh. You chewed on your lip, trying to keep your wits about you as you fucked yourself on his thigh. You didn't want to seem as desperate as your body was, but your dripping hole was giving you away, leaving a puddle of your arousal on his skin that he was a little bit addicted to.

"Let me hear you," He demanded, pulling his head away from your tits, and looking up into your eyes. Your stomach twisted and fluttered at the depth of his voice. You shook your head a little, nervous to be too loud despite the studio being soundproofed for production purposes. But Jihoon was having none of it.

He tugged your lip from between your teeth, hooking his thumb into your mouth and holding your face steady, eyes on him and body feeling too warm under his attention. His other hand didn't let up, still pushing and pulling you against him and rutting you down against him like a bitch in heat.

You whined, the sound coming out loud and clear and earning a satisfied look from Jihoon underneath you.

"Good girl," He praised, and your walls crumbled around you, every inhibition slipping out of your mind as you gave him more of what he wanted. He watched the way you followed his lead, half sucking on his thumb and half moaning around it as he got you off without hardly touching you at all.

"Please, need more." You mumbled, words slurred around his digit. He pulled it out, a trail of saliva smearing against your chin.

"No you don't, baby. You can cum like this. Try harder." He pushed you, using his spit-slicked thumb to play with your hardened nipples, circling over each one slowly, then the other, then back again while you chased your high. The burn in your thighs was getting to you, and your clit was throbbing with the desperate need to cum, to be full of him, but instead all you were getting was the grating stimulation of his leg against your clothed cunt.

You dropped your head against his shoulder, clinging to him and chasing the feeling of relief. He hummed, kissing the side of your head and bouncing his leg up against you, watching the way you shuddered in his arms at the stimulation.

"C'mon, know you can do it. Cum on my thigh like this and I'll fuck you. That's what you want, right? Just gotta cum first." He coaxed in your ear, and the sound of his voice sent you spiraling. You weren't even sure if it was his words or the way you were humping him, but your orgasm hit you like a train, knocking your breath out of you with a broken moan.

He slowed your hips down, letting you ride out your high and feeling the way you were literally dripping against him, warm and wet where your core was still fluttering against his thigh. He turned your head to press a kiss to your lips, this one much more gentle than the last.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He cooed, a proud glint in his eyes. You made it damn hard to be a respectable man when you looked so easy to ruin in his arms. But luckily for him, you didn't care about him being respectable, you just wanted him to take you the way you both wanted. The way you both would definitely not be regretting.

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[svt17-imagines]

𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6ᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ

ᴀ/ɴ: ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ +18 ꜰɪᴄ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ~

—

Sometimes your own life didn’t feel real.

It took years of back breaking studying and hard work, but even you couldn't believe your ears when it was announced that you had somehow managed to swing a job as one of HYBE’s various producers. The roster of people it allowed you worked with was expansive and impressive, and you often felt out of place amongst the many well known music industry personas who shared your job title. But all that wasn’t to say you got chosen for the job out of pure luck or sheer will, for you definitely had more than enough background and experience to warrant your resume having a more than fair shot in the first place.

You’d worked with plenty of idols before, albeit without an official label behind you or any exclusive contract in place. Hell you’d even produced for a few big names in the U.S., it gave you every reason to be extremely proud of your work, and deep down you definitely knew your skills were highly sought after. But it didn’t change the fact that you still got surprised whenever a particularly famous idol or company reached out and requested to work with you.

You were even more caught off guard when Bang PD himself wrote to you directly, offering you the opportunity of a lifetime to work with the various talents beneath the incredibly famous company known as HYBE.

That was two years ago now, and you’d grown more connections with more composers and idols then you’d ever thought possible. Le Sserafim was the first group you’d ever been assigned to work with, and from then on you knew you made the right career choice. The girls were absolute angels, incredibly humble with the kindest personalities. New Jeans was the next, and you’d never felt more protective and proud of such sweet young ladies. They even went out of their way to  write you a card and buy you a cake last year for your birthday.

Seventeen though… Seventeen just so happened to be the group you’d grown the most fond of within the past year.

Your first job for them was to assist the production of their song Darling, and from the moment you’d stepped foot in the studio the boys went above and beyond to make you feel welcomed. Seungcheol was the first to greet and introduce the members, which you’d appreciated immensely. Joshua and Vernon were happy to have some small talk in English with you to discuss your work in the U.S., while DK and Hoshi made an effort to get to know more personal details like how you came to work for HYBE in the first place. All of the members were considerate enough to include you in their conversations, and as you all grew closer you’d come to become friends even outside of work.

It was an interesting dynamic they all had, fitting together like a puzzle even though their personalities were all so complex and different. The way their voices managed to melt together without any problems astounded you, and made the production process a million times more interesting and fun to you.

And Woozi of course was the conductor that made the absolute chaos of Seventeen’s vocals work together. Your respect for him had grown exponentially the longer you knew him, and over time he’d eventually become the one you’d talk to the most in the group. 

The first time you’d ever seen him in person you had to admit you were incredibly intimidated, his blondish pink hair was concealed with a black baseball cap as he sat leaning forward in his office chair. His posture was tense and uncomfortably on edge, almost as if a simple change in temperature would disrupt his process and send him spiraling. His eyes darted around the computer monitors sporadically, adjusting volume levels and fixing microphone frequencies quicker than even you could follow. He was locked in, completely blocking out everything except the boys’ vocals and the screens in front of him.

He hadn’t even properly been able to introduce himself to you until after everyone else had finally left, only then did he finally remove those giant headphones covering his cute little ears. You remembered the rush of anxiety creeping up your throat at the time, by that point you’d met many producers and musicians who absolutely hated being assigned an assistant. You’d come to find it was always a pride thing. When a song just wasn’t working most felt the need to figure out what was missing themselves, and if they were so much as suggested a simple extra drum beat in the background or a synth wave in the chorus, it would get immediately shut down no matter the potential it had. 

But when Jihoon turned around in his chair to greet you with a sheepish grin and a bow of acknowledgement, you knew he was simply just appreciative of the space you had given him to work. He offered you a seat next to him, apologized profusely for his late introduction, and asked for any input you might have for the title track.

It made sense that you’d both end up getting along so well, with the two of you being such passionate producers and each of you having workaholic tendencies practically pumping through your veins. Music came easily to you, to Jihoon, it was a love you had shared deeply and a conversation you never got sick of having together. It became incredibly common for both of you to knock out in his studio after pushing yourselves to the absolute limits of your creative abilities.

But it also wasn’t uncommon for you to swing by and bring him food even on the days you weren’t working. When you got especially bored at home, you often found yourself poking your head in the studio door and proceeding to talk his ears off for hours about life while he sat and listened, and in return he’d rant to you about whatever musical rut he’d been stuck in that day. 

During the worst of it he would shut himself inside the studio and force himself to work in complete silence, it was days like these where you knew he needed energy the most. You’d drag him out of the studio for some sun and stimulation, force him to grab coffee or walk to the convenience store together, other times he would ask you to simply stay with him while he brooded over his computer in a pout. 

One time he’d gotten stuck on a melody for days, and yet within one single visit inspiration had hit you almost immediately. He always made sure to let you know how grateful he was when you gave your opinion, each time he would always give you the warmest, most gentle smile you’d ever seen. The same smile that filled you with an unbridled joy that pooled deep in your stomach, it made you feel… needed. No, it made you feel borderline irreplaceable.

Today was one of your days off, and yet you still found yourself grinning ear to ear as your heels clicked along the marble flooring of the main HYBE building. A large sandwich bag was hanging from your arm, with your hands clutching a cup holder filled with iced americanos. You made your way to the elevator, fumbling with your badge to scan against the wall reader as the soft ding alerted you to the lift arriving.

The third floor of the building was designated for all the production studios, with a practice room at the far end of the narrow hall. It was one of the higher quality locations meant more for filming rather than actually rehearsing. Each room contained plenty of music equipment and had absolutely breathtaking acoustics, with nearly each one also managing to be soundproof. You'd remembered being present for one of Seungkwan's incredibly impressive vocal recordings here as an assistant producer a while back, and to this day you swore that it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your life. 

As you stepped out of the elevator your smile grew even wider as you noticed Jeonghan and Wonwoo walking down the hall in your direction. Jeonghan with his arm hooked through Wonwoo’s tightly, his head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“Y/N! I thought you weren’t in till Friday?” Wonwoo greeted with a smile, his hand coming up to adjust the glasses drooping low on his nose. It was obvious the two had just gotten done filming something, their faces were slightly red from exertion and excessive overheating if their leather jackets and pants were anything to go by. 

“Jihoon’s been stuck on Maestro’s bridge since last week, I figured I’d at least bring him some lunch so he doesn’t starve himself to death.” You shrugged, Jeonghan smirked.

“You came just for Jihoon? Again?” He huffed in feigned offense. “What about us~?” 

“You know just as well as I do that I can’t walk into this building without expecting to run into at least two of you.” You giggled, holding out the coffee carrier in your hands. “I brought extra for you guys, try not to fall in love with me alright?”

Their eyes immediately perked up at the sight of iced americano and wasted no time snatching one each. Wonwoo took a long sip from his drink and released a sigh, his eyes closed in content.

“An Angel. You’re an Angel, Y/N.” Wonwoo spoke blissfully. Jeonghan nodded and proceeded to sip from his as his eyes fluttered shut too.

“I will never doubt your beautiful and charitable heart ever again.” You snorted at the dramatics, reaching into the sandwich bag for the extra pesto caprese you’d purchased as well.

“You guys can split this too, but don’t tell the others.” You chuckled as the two practically drooled, eyes locked on to your hands as you offered them the food. “If they find out I fed you both they’re all gonna make me buy them dinner next time.”

Jeonghan nodded and grabbed the sandwich from you without hesitation, attracting Wonwoo’s gaze. He gave a little cross my heart sign and winked slyly.

“They’ll never even know it existed.” Jeonghan promised, already slinking his way onto the elevator behind you. “It’ll be gone in seconds, trust me.”

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going with that alone, huh?” Wonwoo whined, following him into the elevator and reaching for the sandwich. Jeonghan was faster and trickier, pulling it out of reach just in time resulting in a soft “Hyung!”.

“Why? What is it?” Jeonghan feigned innocence as he tried pushing Wonwoo out of the elevator to escape, Wonwoo forced his way back in with a hearty laugh as he managed to bite a small corner out of one of the sandwich halves still in Jeonghan hands. “Hey! What if I wanted that one!”

“Yoon Jeonghan—” You threatened lightly, a smile tugging at your lips when Jeonghan finally ended his teasing. He handed Wonwoo his partially bitten portion of the sandwich just as the doors to the elevator closed, both of them waving you goodbye with a happy grin.

You chuckled in content and continued down the hall to the left, finally coming to a stop in front of Jihoon’s studio. You gave the door a heavy knock, not expecting him to hear much especially if he had his headphones on. When no response was given for five minutes you pulled out the key he’d given you a long time ago, unlocking the door swiftly and surprised to find the room completely dark.

You flipped on the main light switch to discover the studio completely empty, papers and pens scattered across the desk with ramblings written every which way in the producer's idea notebook. A half assed attempt was made to fix the couch, which was covered by a throw blanket and pillow to indicate he’d been pulling all nighters here again.

You set the sandwich bag and remaining coffee on the little table in front of the couch, whipping your phone out to shoot a text to the sweet overworked producer you called a friend.

Brought you lunch, studio looks like a wreck lol. You been feeling ok?

You grabbed the small trash can beside Woozi’s desk and got to work throwing away the energy drink cans and granola wrappers littering his desk. You were just organizing all of his sheet music when you felt your phone buzz in response.

This songs’ been killing me, man. Couldn’t breathe in that room any more, went to the gym to relieve some stress. I’ll be there in a bit, appreciate you for always worrying about me

You let out an exhale as you slid your blazer off your shoulders and placed it along the back of the desk chair, unable to simply sit and do nothing while he struggled. You of all people knew how frustrating creative blocks could be, but hopefully a cleaner environment would ease his tension a little bit. You took a seat at his chair and scooted yourself up to the computer, logging in to locate the audio file for Maestro that was currently driving its producer up a wall.

Your eyes poured over the desktop, and you quietly cursed Jihoon for never labeling anything properly. ‘Organized Chaos’ he’d call it, but just looking at the screen filled with folders titled ‘Audio Ex1-B67’ gave you no clues as to what actually was stored in each file.

You sighed and decided to start with the icons at the bottom that looked most recent, you clicked. The infamous beat of ‘Adore U’ began to play. You clicked the next one, Wonwoo’s distinct growl filled your ears as you recognized their song ‘Fear’. You closed both files and groaned outwardly, remembering Jihoon discussing the concept of sampling past songs to construct his new one.

You changed your focus towards the folders near the middle of the screen and clicked the first one you saw. It was labeled differently in comparison to the rest, and the audio file inside had no name at all. Just a jumbled arrangement of letters and numbers randomly given by the computer itself. You pressed play, and a completely unfamiliar melody began echoing through the studio speakers.

It was completely unlike anything Jihoon had composed before, it was sweet but also… sensual. Not like the few songs he’d produced for Seventeen that gave a spicier instrumental, this felt more intimate somehow. Almost personal. The slow hum of the strings in the background stole your breath and you felt your heartbeat quicken as a beautifully soft clarinet chorus stole your attention. The energy shifted halfway through, running around from loving and sensual to borderline carnal.

You could practically feel the goosebumps forming as you listened to it. There were no lyrics, but every now and then Jihoon let out a faint vocal riff that was intoxicating. His voice made you melt, and you were too absorbed into the music to feel embarrassed by the warmth making its way through your body. A pleasant buzz ran from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and you imagined him singing to you. 

You closed your eyes and laid your head back against his chair to really get the full effect, to lean into what the music was trying to make you feel. It amplified everything tenfold, and you began to notice the hints of Jihoon’s cologne that still lingered within the space. Everything about the song, about the room, about the scent, it overwhelmed your senses and you suddenly realized how much you enjoyed it. How easily you’d allow yourself to get overtaken by it all, only if it was him. Only if it was Jihoon.

A guitar chord was plucked sharply in contrast to the soft instrumental, and you gasped in surprise. By this point you had thought the song was simply looping since it had been well over several minutes, but the longer it went on the more you noticed small interesting deviations from the original melody. The pace of the music kept steady, but everytime Jihoon let out another gorgeous riff you could feel the tension increasing slightly.

You almost wanted to break your trance just to throw on a pair of headphones, your body thrumming at thinking about what the song would sound like even more intimately being funneled directly to your ears. A shiver ran through you at the idea as another strain of strings drew you back into the music without another thought. 

A gust of AC provided your senses with yet another strong note of Jihoon’s cologne, at the exact same time the guitar plucked again and his voice echoed beautifully throughout the room. Almost on impulse, your hand reached up to clutch your chest. It trailed downwards slowly, softly grazing your left breast and a quiet hum escaped your lips as your fingers danced along your clothed peak. You bit your lip and pressed lightly into your clothed center with your other hand, sighing how good the pressure felt.

Your head felt empty and dizzy, this kind of touch with these kinds of thoughts about Jihoon were typically reserved for your own bed at home. Never once had you ever allowed such behavior to follow you to work, nevertheless Jihoon’s own studio. You stuttered in your motions as a sliver of guilt ran through you, he was your colleague, he was your friend. This was inappropriate on every single level.

But it was like the music was encouraging you, talking you through it. And almost like it knew you were beginning to have doubts, Jihoon let out the most provocative vocal run you’d never thought possible. Your hand gripped tightly on to your breast in reflex, and the noise you made would’ve been humiliating if you weren’t so focused on every little jolt of pleasure thrumming through your veins.

Before you could think better of it, your right hand moved to hurriedly unbutton the top of your pants. Not bothering to push them down, you dipped your hand into the waistband of your underwear to locate your heated folds and you exhaled at the relief it brought. Your head tilted back and your mouth formed an ‘O’ as the pleasure from your own fingers built steadily, another stray guitar chord causing your body to jolt in gratification.

You weren’t proud of it, but you’d imagined Jihoon touching you like this more times than you could count, especially in this studio. His mouth being unable to detach itself from yours, from your neck, from your chest, from between your legs. Your favorite thing to fantasize about lately was riding him in the very chair you sat in, ending it with a sloppy kiss as he refused to let you remove himself from you. You thought about where he would touch you first, where would you touch him? A silly question, since you knew those gorgeous locks of hair would be tangled between your fingers without a second thought if he so much as allowed it. You wanted him panting in your ears, his voice itself bringing you to an edge that you just needed to fall off of.

Your fingers quickened, and you whined out as you found yourself waiting for another of Jihoon’s vocal riffs to give you that extra push closer to completion. Instead, the clarinet danced throughout your ears, a soft beat echoed from the drums, even a few stray piano notes participated in increasing your tension. It was teasing you, the song knew what you wanted but it refused to give it to you. Another whine was unconsciously pulled from your lips.

“Please… please…” you found yourself whispering out loud, your head spinning as your hand began to cramp up at the speed with which it moved. “God Jihoon, please—“

A loud thud that was definitely not a part of the music ripped you out of your reverie in an instant. Your hand shot away from your breast while the other ripped itself out of your pants as if they were both burned. You swiveled the chair to face the door of the studio, and your heart sunk into your stomach as Jihoon stood front and center with the most frustratingly unreadable expression on his face.

His cheeks were flushed, most likely from the gym but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was partially your own doing as well. His long black hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat, the black tank top and shorts he wore were clinging to his body and giving your indecent mind way too much of a view of his glistening pale skin. His gym bag was on the floor, some of its contents having spilled out including one of his metal water bottles and a small kettlebell, the items proven to be the cause of the thudding sound no doubt.

You simply looked at him for a solid minute, your chest still panting from the near orgasm you’d just experienced and your body still aching from being denied its release. You felt shame, pure and unbridled as he looked you up and down. You hadn’t bothered to button your pants back up, and your shirt and bra were most certainly out of sorts from the iron grip you’d had on it moments before. You looked an absolute mess, and even if he had only come in half a minute ago, there was no hiding or denying what you’d been up to.

“I… I’m…” You began, finding the first few words coming out like gravel in your throat. “Can we just, not talk about this?”

You attempted to appear pitiful, which wasn’t hard considering you wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow you up whole in that very moment. His expression still revealed nothing and you huffed in irritation, running a hand through your hair as you sent him a pleading look. 

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what came over me.” You tried to act normal, turning back to the computer briefly to shut off the music that had become background noise playing softly through the studio. Your heart hammered in your chest. 

“I just…” Jihoon croaked out, attempting to keep a casual composure and failing. Your eyes locked on his, expecting. “I never expected to walk in on—“

“Please! Stop!” You covered your ears in embarrassment and Jihoon had the audacity to chuckle softly. You glared at him. “Don’t even try to tell me you’ve never gotten yourself off here before, you practically live in this place.”

His ears burned red and you felt a bit of relief that you’d hit the nail on its head, a bit of excitement also thrumming through your chest at the image it gave you. You forced yourself to straighten your back and clear your throat, fixing your shirt back into place as you reached down to re-button your pants.

“… You could.. continue. If you wanted to.” Jihoon let out, and you felt your fingers freeze at his words. You looked up to stare at him, his eyes were glassy and his cheeks and ears still burned deeply. But his gaze, his gaze was directly on you.

“… What?” You blinked, unsure if your fogged up brain was simply making you hear hallucinations at this point. Jihoon shifted his weight, making no move to leave.

“I’m the one that interrupted.” He licked his lips, and your eyes latched on to the motion immediately. “I would hate for you to go… unsatisfied because of me.”

He spoke matter of factly, like he was suggesting a different melody for the hook of a song or what they should eat for dinner today. It didn’t sound creepy or odd in his voice at all, just a suggestion from one friend to the other. Your brain reeled, partially excited at the prospect of relieving all the tension your body had winded up, but also anxious as to how Jihoon would see you after this awkward encounter was over.

Despite everything, your core ached at the very thought of being relieved, and you gripped the arms of the chair to ground yourself before responding.

“… I’d appreciate that, then.” You spoke, your own voice sounding unfamiliar. Jihoon’s eyes widened slightly, as if surprised by your answer. He seemed to mull something over as he leaned down to throw the water bottle and kettlebell back in his gym bag, tossing it in the corner of the room.

Your eyes tracked his every move carefully, the way his bicep veins flexed as he lifted the bag and the angle at which his glorious thigh muscles peeked out from beneath the edges of his shorts. Your mouth went dry at the sight, and you couldn’t help the surprised noise you made when he moved to sit on the couch rather than exiting the room.

You raised a brow as he leaned back comfortably, one arm lying across the top of the couch while the other rested atop his front. Your brain flashed a brief image of you crawling into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you hooked your arms around his neck. Pulling him closer, and closer…

You mentally slapped yourself, he literally just sat down.

“Are you not leaving?” You questioned with a frown, unsure of how much longer you were expected to continue acting like you weren’t completely turned on and frustrated. Jihoon shrugged slightly.

“It’s my studio, why would I leave?” He spoke in that tone again, like he was just asking your typical everyday question. It was starting to tick you off.

“You just said I could continue what I was doing.”

“I did.” Your brows scrunched together in confusion.

“… But you’re not gonna leave?”

“Nope.”

Jihoon shifted his legs wider, and you were suddenly aware of just how obvious it was that you were ogling him. The man could’ve moved a pinkie and your eyes would dart to watch it, your posture completely tense and on edge. He smiled a little, and your face warmed as you realized he’d been observing you too.

“You’re just.. gonna sit there then?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you finally registered what he wanted. You swallowed audibly. “You’re going to watch me?”

“Unless you’d rather go somewhere else.” He suggested, and though Jihoon looked just as invested as you were, it was equally apparent that you still held all the power in the room. If you wanted to leave and decided you were uncomfortable, he wouldn’t stop you from getting up and walking right out. It was his own kind of reassurance, a promise with his eyes that things wouldn’t change between the two of you even if you decided to end it all right then.

Instead, you strengthened your resolve and removed your shirt. You didn’t look at him directly, still a bit too nervous for that. But you heard his sharp intake of breath, and all the hairs on your arm stood up at the sound. The unspoken tension in the air shifted almost immediately, and before you could regret it you forced yourself to completely relax in the chair as you closed your eyes.

Your hand discovered your breast once more, teasing and prodding over the thin material of your bra. A sigh escaped as you squeezed softly, without the music playing you found yourself much more aware and anxious of the eyes staring you down. Your hand dipped tentatively underneath your bra to play with your peak and you squirmed slightly, your center pulsing in excitement and you whimpered at the feeling.

“Fuck…” A groan resounded throughout the studio and you arched your back in surprise at Jihoon’s suddenly rough voice. His cursing made the dim flame sitting in the pit of your stomach burst into a wildfire, and you pinched your nipple with a small squeak. 

It was honestly desperate the way in which you forced your hand back beneath your underwear, unable to contain the desire Jihoon managed to make you feel through that one word alone. Any remaining embarrassment from the situation dissipated as you focused entirely on the pleasure your own fingers provided. You rolled your thumb against your nipple as a finger finally prodded inside your aching core.

“Take it off.” Jihoon practically begged, and your eyes fluttered open to look at him. His pupils had gone nearly completely black, and the arm covering his front seemed to be applying pressure to a now significantly growing bulge in his shorts. You licked your lips which seemed to add fuel to his fire, and he huffed out again. “Your bra, your pants. Take them off.”

You smiled at his weak demand but you stopped your ministrations nevertheless. You stood from your chair on tentative legs, unhooking your bra and letting it fall soundlessly to the ground. The look on Jihoon’s face made you feel warmer than you’d ever thought possible, his jaw clenched tightly and he didn’t even bother to hide the grip he held on his swelling erection.

“That song you wrote, the one that was playing when you came in.” You removed one leg from your pants slowly, then the other. Deliberately teasing the frustrated man across from you. “It was beautiful, your voice suited it perfectly. It felt carnal, like lust incarnate.”

“It was just some late night improv.” He spoke breathlessly, eyeing you hungrily as you sat back down to continue your actions. “I remember you looking especially tempting that day. It took everything in me not to pull up that sinful fucking skirt of yours and throw you up against my desk.”

You gasped at the image and bit down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep from groaning out loud. Your underwear which you’d simply pushed to the side was drenched by that point, and you slowed your pace as you watched Jihoon staring at your fingers fervently. You wanted to give him the best show while you were able, in and out... In… and out.

“Whatever emotions I don’t act on goes straight into those unnamed tracks.” He mumbled out. A deep exhale leaving his lips as the last of his self control seemed to exit his body. “I probably have thirty recordings on there that were created just from me thinking about you.”

You cried out as he spoke, pumping another digit inside your throbbing hole as you ramped up the intensity. You watched eagerly as Jihoon shuffled his shorts down, his own hand tugging his erection harshly put from his underwear with haste. Your fingers stuttered at the sight of him, pale and long with a glistening pink tip. ‘Pretty.’ You couldn’t help but think, practically drooling as you imagined how it would feel to replace your fingers with it.

“What if I told you I want you to act on it?” You panted out, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin as you watched Jihoon pause mid stroke. “What if I told you I want you to fuck me until I’m numb? That I dream about it.”

Jihoon let out his own whimper at your words, and the noise had you keening into your palm. Jihoon increased the pace at which he pumped his hard length, his expression that of a complete wreck. You quickened your fingers in turn, eager to feel as connected to him in pleasure as you were physically able.

“I’d tell you that I’ve pictured pushing you into the glass of my recording studio and falling to my knees since the day we met. I’ve thought about thrusting my tongue into that tight little hole of yours over and over until you can’t be bothered to think straight more times than I can count.” He spoke his words carefully, eyes never once leaving your body as he watched your soaked fingers pump steadily into your cunt. “I want to record the audio of it all. Of you screaming my name as I devour you, the sounds of you panting and begging me to let you cum. It would be the most beautiful fucking sound, my favorite song.”

The moan you released was obscene, the heat in your blood boiling up to unbearable heights as you unconsciously introduced a third finger. Your pants were getting heavier, and you knew the edge was once again spiraling towards you head first. 

“You like that?” Jihoon grunted, a self assured smirk planted on his face contrasting with the desperate way with which he stroked himself. “You enjoy touching yourself while I talk about all the different positions I’ve  wanted to fuck you in?”

You nodded so harshly you wouldn’t be surprised if your neck was sore tomorrow. Your eyes squeezed shut again as the smell of your and Jihoons sweat and fluids consumed your senses, his voice was so much better than the music. The slight neediness mixed with his hungry tone made your knees weak, and you quivered to think of how your body would react if he’d actually been touching you.

“Next time I’ll bend you over my desk, huh?” Jihoon moaned at his own words, the very idea of it seeming to drive him mad. His grip was iron tight as his pumps stuttered and his eyes fluttered closed for a quick  moment before latching once more unto you. “I’ll lean down to your ear and tell you how good you feel around me as I pound every inch into you nice and hard. You’d be so good for me wouldn’t you?”

“Please…” You whispered out as you felt yourself finally reach the peak, your clit throbbing as your other hand reached down to give it a harsh rub. “God Jihoon, please…”

“Are you gonna cum for me, Y/N? I want to see how wrecked you look when you do.” Jihoon panted, his chest heaving as his own release approached rapidly. “Fuck please, say my name when you cum. Say my fucking name—“

“Jihoon!” You couldn’t help but scream out, repeating it over and over again as a complete tidal wave of pleasure roared through you as your body jolted over and over again. The aftershocks were nearly just as strong, and you squeaked out in surprise at just how intense and drawn out your orgasm had been.

By the end of it you were completely limp, not a single muscle functioning properly and your mind a delightfully empty buzz. You managed to open your eyes slightly, finding Jihoon in a nearly identical state with his eyes shut and his arms being completely dead weight hanging by his sides.

Eventually both of your heavy breathing slowed significantly, and those gorgeous eyes of his opened leisurely to lock on to your own. The sudden twinge of worry that you’d crossed too big of a boundary was completely crushed when Jihoon offered you the warmest smile. 

In that moment you swore he was practically glowing, he wasn’t the stressed and overworked producer you’d come to know so well. He looked content, happy, and if you could help him feel that way every day for the rest of your life you knew you’d never have any regrets for as long as you lived. You returned his smile, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“I think you’ve just ruined any chance of me experiencing a normal orgasm ever again.” You giggled, he raised a brow. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to cum like that again unless I’m listening to one of your songs or something.”

Jihoon groaned, the picture of you touching yourself while listening to his music no doubt clouding his mind. You were both well aware of each other's exhaustion, but god only knew if he wanted another round you wouldn’t even hesitate. Anything to feel that level of intensity again.

“Don’t you ever let me find out you’re trying to get yourself off without me again.” Jihoon threatened weakly, sitting up tentatively to give you a cheeky grin. “I’m a man of my word after all. And we have a lot of positions to try out.”

[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT's S/O Comes Home Drunk! 🤭

SFW / Nothing explicit, just SVT being (mostly) sweet!

OT13!Seventeen x GN!Reader

OT13 reacts to their partner coming home drunk after a party/drinks with friends or coworkers! Partner is... horny! And silly! Teehee.

Warnings/Content: SFW, fluff (I guess?), mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption ofc, some members are more protective/possessive than others ... sorry!

Author's note: I just love imagining these boys in little situations, you know? Is it obvious who my biases are? Perhaps. Does that matter? Not to me! 😈 Enjoy! 🤗

S.Coups

Honestly, he's kind of pissed off? He’s feeling protective of you. As you drape yourself all over him in your cute, drunken state, his mind can’t help but imagine you behaving like this and being all touchy-feely with whoever you were drinking with. He gets low key jealous! You can tell he’s upset, which makes you pout, but he gets over it once you start spouting silly drunken nonsense. After he collects himself, he focuses on taking care of you. His jealousy is something he has to work to manage for the sake of your guys’ relationship!

Jeonghan

Sooo amused, lol. He would take videos of you being so drunk and silly to show you/tease you about in the morning. You would sloppily kiss him and in your charged state, you'd even attempt to take things further, but he knows that you’re too drunk to really focus. Plus, he doesn’t feel right about doing that kind of stuff with you when you’re this drunk. He is so sweet about it though, allowing some kissing, and subtly inching you toward the bedroom (to tuck you in! lol).

Joshua

Also finds you soooo cute in this state! He would def take videos and send them to your guys’ closest friends, earning some laugh-crying emojis and commands to put you to bed lol. He would be so sweet tucking you in, and he'd make sure there were hangover cures ready to go in the morning. He finds you being horny when you’re drunk adorable, but he restrains himself. (Gentleman!)

Jun

Bewildered. Help him, someone, please. He was already asleep when you came crashing in so he’s kind of like, “Oh boy here we go...” but once you pounce on him, locking lips in a passionate kiss, he feels... differently. He would not mind having some quick drunken sex with you late at night. If he's being completely honest, he's actually kind of turned on by how uninhibited you’re being.

Hoshi

Over the moon. Ecstatic. Elated. Giddy. No word can really capture the feeling he gets when you’re this drunk and cute! And horny, too!? What more could he ask for? You two are insane when you’re both drunk, to the point where your friends actively try to avoid that situation—trying to covertly cut one of you off when you're all out together before you both get unmanagable. So, it’s something of a relief for him that it’s not him who’s being all drunk and silly for once. He definitely teases you and starts getting really clingy, seeing if you’ll pounce on him (which you do!).

Wonwoo

He doesn't want to, and he probably wouldn't say anything about it, but he feels protective and worried! As soon as you stumble through the door, he’s wondering how you got so drunk, who you were with, how you got home... so many questions start spinning through his mind. But his mind goes blank when you wrap your arms around his neck and look up at him so red-faced and cute. He can’t help but smile at you being so clingy. You try to initiate some making out but he’s not quite in the mood for that. He's too sweet to outright reject you, so he indulges a little bit. But he doesn’t love to get it on with you when you’re drunk because he’s afraid you’ll get hurt somehow, or not remember it which makes him feel bad. Both “w”s in Wonwoo stand for ‘worrier!” 

Woozi

Taken aback! At a loss! A bit overwhelmed! He’s not very crazy when he’s drunk, he’s a much more subdued drunk. So, seeing you with so much energy makes him unsure how to handle things, haha. And then you start kissing him, which is... great. Haha. It’s great! He loves kissing you! And you’re not being shy about it at all, which is cute. He would probably stop things before they got too far, but he would make out with you and feel you up a little in this state.

The8

He's finds your drunken habit of being cute and saucy so endearing, haha. He would be very sweet, making sure that you drink plenty of water before bed, indulging your kisses but not going further, tucking you in... he just loves you and is genuinely happy that you had such a fun night.

Mingyu

Haha, he finds your drunken state sooo cute he can hardly contain himself, but he pretends to be sulky about this behavior to tease you! Also, let's be real, he gets really bad FOMO when you come home like this! He didn’t get to drink and have fun with his baby! But you’re so funny to him when you’ve lost your composure like this. Usually he’s the big baby in your relationship so it’s fun for him to see you so whiney and clingy as he teases you for having fun without him. You drunkenly suggest that you make it up to him in the bedroom, and he says he is very tempted, but just softly brushes your hair out of your face and promises to let you do whatever you want to him when you’re more sober.

DK

He thinks you’re beyond funny and adorable when you’re drunk! He honestly doesn’t see you very drunk that often, so he really savors the times that you let down your guard like this! He asks you all kinds of silly questions and laughs so hard at your cute answers, his smile never leaving his face. He can’t stop petting/touching you, and you get carried away snuggling into him. You start to kiss his neck aggressively, which turns him on like crazy, but he stops you before you go any further, saying that his princess needs some water and some sleep first. (He will absolutely destroy your pussy in the morning tho...)

Seungkwan

Reluctantly charmed by you being like this, but also low key worried about how you may have acted towards whoever you were out drinking with. He wants to have your touchy-feely side all to himself! He would put a gentle stop to any kissing/physical intimacy you may try to initiate. Even in your drunken state you can tell something is bothering him, but you’re too far gone to try to deal with it so you start masturbating out of spite instead, which makes him scoff at how much of a brat you can be. But before long he caves and helps you finish by eating you out. He will be kind of passive aggressive toward you in the morning tho... Takes a brat to recognize another brat. ;)

Vernon

He goes into caretaking mode immediately. He'd smile at how cute and ridiculous you're being, for sure, but as soon as you wrap your arms around him, he's picking you up and carrying you to bed. You giggle about this, pulling him down on top of you and trying to get him to stay with you and help you vent some of the sexual frustration you're feeling with the help of all that liquid courage, but he just kisses you sweetly, and then gives you a look of utmost seriousness as tells you that you need to drink water and sleep more than anything else. But he would absolutely stay with you until you fell asleep!

Dino

Why he is not drunk with you is anyone's guess but he goes all-in on teasing you! He thinks you’re such a funny drunk. He would def be taking videos to show you in the morning that would make you cringe. He thinks its so cute though!! He would also not hesitate if you wanted to fuck, he feels like you two trust each other enough to do it even when one of you is kind of wasted. Plus you will not stop crawling on top of him, what is he supposed to do!?

[animeniacss]

hiiii are you taking requests? 🥹 i was wondering if you could write a fluffy second chance romance trope with mingyu x reader? 🫶🏻

I am so sorry this took a million years longer than I wanted! But it's all done and I hope you enjoy!! <3

Synopsis: Mingyu's job as an idol is very demanding, but you guys want to make it work.

Tags: Idol!Mingyu, Canon, Second Chances, Fluff, A bit of angst, Flashbacks

Length: approx. 3.2k words

Mingyu x Reader - The Good Easily Outweights the Bad

You were sitting on the couch, a book in your hand and a coffee on the end table. Your TV has been playing a shuffled mix of different songs, the ambiance changing from power ballads to Western indie pop, to whatever was the top-charting idol song in the past few weeks. You didn’t mind, though. It was a type of chaos you never minded, a type of chaos you preferred. 

One that at times, you even missed.

A familiar rumbling of thunder came up on the television screen and you didn’t even need to look up from your book to feel your lips quirk up into a sad smile. When you did, however, it was just in time for the familiar piano sounds to click into view. A familiar chant was called into the screen, and the song began. 

You set your book down, eyes focused solely on the song. MAESTRO by Seventeen was playing, their most recent comeback and it was one that frequently kept coming up in your song rotation. Mostly because you put it there. 

Well, you and Kim Mingyu himself, that is.

“Have you seen it? Have you seen it?!” Mingyu was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of your TV. You smiled up at him from the couch, lounged in your sweats and a large tee shirt - it was his - as he typed in the name of their newest video to the search bar. 

“You told me to wait for you to come over, Gyu,” you said behind a giggle. Mingyu turned to you, laughing shyly as he remembered the request. Once the video was up, he walked to the couch, immediately plopping at your side and tugging you under his arm, resting his hand around your waist. Your eyes flickered up to him as the video began, amusement and fondness in your features as you turned back to the video. 

Mingyu always liked playing his music when the two of you were together. Not because he was vain or expected praise, if anything it was the opposite. You would compliment his scenes and he’d blush; lopsided smile and all as he told you to ‘knock it off’. However, you never did, and he never protests under real stress. So, you assumed he played the videos because he liked being teased. And you liked to tease. It was good like that. 

Mingyu hasn’t been to your apartment in a little over two weeks.

Not because you didn’t want him to be. You always wanted him to be. But it wasn’t possible, not the way it used to be. Mingyu’s job as an idol was demanding, especially with all of his success these past few years. From a brand ambassador who traveled the world, to a variety show participant, to a pop idol, Mingyu’s time was spread thin in his career. That meant little, if any, of that time was for you. And that killed you. 

As the song came to an end, another was right on the horizon. It stayed like that for a good three or four songs, and you did not have the heart to change it. You made it louder. Maybe it was because it brought back good memories, of times when the two of you were still able to cuddle on the couch and watch music videos or TV until he had to go for the night. Or even better, until the two of you fell asleep on the couch and woke up in the middle of the night still cuddled up the way you had been. 

You got up as the song changed once again, making your way into the kitchen. End tables and shelves were still littered with photos of the two of you, of you two with both his members and your friends. You knew after a month of not being involved with MIngyu anymore, you really should put them away. Not throw them out, but store them somewhere. But looking at them made you feel a bit of comfort, and you didn’t have enough time or money to go out knick-knack shopping for replacements. So there, the memories sat. 

You opened the fridge, pulling out a tupperware of leftovers from the previous night. You popped open the plastic, the smell of leftover fried rice making your belly rumble and your mind race. 

“Gyu, I’m starving, babe.” You whined, laying your head on the table. Mingyu chuckled from the counter, turning to look at the pan he was currently frying up rice in.

“I said we should order something in because it’s so late.” he reminded. 

“But I haven’t seen you, and I missed your cooking.” 

“And that is why I am currently in your kitchen, cooking.” He nodded. You sighed. “Ahh, don’t worry.” You heard footsteps crossing the little kitchen, and when you looked up from the table, Mingyu leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “It’ll be done in five minutes.”

“Alright, then I’ll set the table.” you said, getting up and heading over to your cabinets and grabbing two plates. You poked your head over at Mingyu as he returned to the cooking, smiling. “It smells good.”

Mingyu chuckled, almost shy at the compliment. “Thank you~.” he said. 

Your fried rice wasn’t anything like his, but it was still good, and you popped it in the microwave to reheat. As you rested your hips on the counter, you scanned the empty apartment. It was usually empty, since you were the only one who lived there. But with Mingyu, it felt less empty. Not just because he was a towering gym rat who looked a bit beefier every time you saw him, but because his laugh echoed from the living room to the bedroom when he watched TV while you tried to sleep, or his shriek at the sight of a spider echoed from the balcony and most likely all the way back to HYBE. 

Ready to Love started playing on the TV, and your eyes cast up to see the beginnings of the music video. 

The beep of the microwave reclaimed your attention momentarily as you took out the food, grabbing a utensil and returning to the couch, nestling beside the book you left bent right down the middle as to not lose your place in it. The meal was quiet, minus the music playing on the TV. Most of them have been this past month when it was just you home for dinner. You popped the leftovers into your mouth, pursing your lips together. 

“I have our first music show performance for maestro tomorrow.” Mingyu said, sliding his shoes on. “Why am I nervous?”

“You’re always nervous.” you chuckled, resting on the wall. “But you’ll do fine. I’ll be sure to vote, okay?” Mingyu turned to you and smiled.

“I’ll do my best if I know you’re watching.” He said. You nodded. “I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?” 

“Don’t push yourself…” you said softly, and Mingyu’s smile dropped. Maybe it was because yours did as well, you could feel it in your face. He stepped closer, brushing some hair out of your face. 

“I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?” he asked. “Our schedules are really packed but I will.” 

“I know.” you said. Mingyu smiled, leaning down to offer a quick kiss. “I”ll text you when I get back home, and then go right back to sleep!” he pouted. “I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense that you were up all night gaming!”

“I won’t!”

“Wonwoo lives in my apartment, I will hear him.” he said. You laughed behind a hand, and Mingyu’s grin widened. 

“Okay, okay. Goodnight, Gyu.” you said, watching as he grabbed the last of his things and headed out the door, offering one more glance and smile as he headed out the door. 

His schedule really did pack up after that, from music shows to runways to modeling shoots. Everyone wanted a piece of Kim Mingyu, it seemed. Everyone including you. But you told yourself never to be selfish when it came to his career, it was in his life long before you. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Closing the tupperware, you returned to the kitchen and discarded it. Washing it would be a tomorrow you problem. You felt tired all of a sudden. You pressed your back onto the couch, finally clicking off the TV and really dropping the apartment into silence. Your book fell to the floor, but you left it, eyes cast up to the ceiling. Your felt your chest tighten, knowing tomorrow would be another day that Mingyu would be anywhere except here with you. You tried not to let it hurt, but God you just couldn’t help it. 

“Think of something positive, something good.” You mumbled to yourself in the dim lighting of your apartment. You closed your eyes, rolling through the endless cavern of positive memories. 

“It’s nice out tonight.” you said, leaning over the railing of your balcony and admiring the view. Mingyu had a few consecutive days off, and immediately rushed to spend them with you. You turned to him as he sipped a beer, resting comfortably on one of your outdoor chairs. He looked up at you and smiled. 

“It is.” he said. After a second, he pulled out his phone, reaching up to angle it towards the sky. You stepped out of the way, allowing him uninterrupted access to the sky and stars above. 

“Is this for Instagram?” you asked curiously. Mingyu laughed, his shoulder shaking a bit.

“Maybe.” he said. A few more taps on his phone, and without looking up, he moved his hand in your direction. You watched him motion for you to take a few steps towards him. “I want one of you.”

“What?” you asked. “You can’t post that.” Despite your protest, you were already shifting yourself. 

“I won’t.” he assured. You tilted your head, but Mingyu only grinned. “Smile.” 

“Gyu-.”

“I’ll be in Europe for a while…I want something to look at when I miss you.” 

You felt your heart swell, a smile forming on your face as Mingyu snapped the picture. He turned it around to examine the results, nodding. “Perfect..” 

When you took your next breath, it was shaky. Not the best memory to recall it seemed. They had just gone on their Europe trip, making appearances in both Paris for UNESCO and London for Glastonbury. Both of which were big opportunities, wonderful opportunities that Mingyu talked about endlessly with you when he and the other members found out. However, with rehearsals and travel preparations, your limited time with Mingyu decreased even more. 

And then you had to do it.

“A break?” Mingyu asked. “Wh-why?”

“I just think it’s best.” you said softly. “You have a lot going on and I don’t want to tie you down.” You leaned back in your chair, sighing. “Just while your schedule is full. I want you to focus on that, and when-.” you paused. “If things calm down, then-.”

“When has that ever happened successfully?” Mingyu asked. There was no malice in his words, not even all that much hurt. He just genuinely sounded like he wanted to know when ‘a break’ has worked, as if knowing it has worked will make a difference in if it will this time. 

“Gyu…” you sighed. “I just want you to do your job without anything tying you down…”

Mingyu didn’t put up much of a fight after that, finally agreeing that, for now, his focus should be on his upcoming intense schedules. He slipped on his shoes, turned to you with a smile and kiss goodbye as usual, and left the apartment. Neither of you have spoken since. 

You felt your throat close up, wiping your eyes. Mingyu would be home from that schedule, if he wasn’t already. Usually, he’d fly directly to your apartment and cling to you for hours, maybe even all night. 

“I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Gyu! Tell me everything!!” 

That wouldn’t happen this time. 

Just as you regained yourself, closing your eyes to try and get some sleep, there was a knock at your door. Your head snapped over, breath stilling. A second passed, and there was another knock, followed by a deep familiar voice calling out your name.

“M-mingyu?!” You called, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the couch, getting up and padding over to the door. In one swift motion the door was unlocked and flung open, Mingyu standing there out of breath. “What are you doing? Did…did you run here?”

“I had to.” he said. “I… we got back yesterday, I would have come then if I didn’t crash on the couch as soon as I got home and-.”

“Gyu, wait.” You said, reaching out to take his hand. “C-come in…come in…” Mingyu sighed, walking in and closing the door behind him. “You look so out of breath. Do you want water?”

“Ah, yes. Please…” he said. You spun to head into the kitchen, motioning him into the living room as he trudged in, plopping himself down. “Yeesh! I forgot how far your apartment is from me.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you grabbed a water bottle, walking over to the couch and passing it to him. “Thanks…” he cracked it open and took a long sip. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not intending for it to come out as harsh at it did. Mingyu looked up at you, and that was when you saw a plastic bag at his side. Your features softened almost immediately at the familiar convenient store logo. His lips quirked up into a smile.

“It’s only been a few weeks. You know I bring our favorite convenient store meal every time I come back from a long trip.” He leaned over, opening the bag and pulling out chips, ice creams, rice balls, and ramen. You opened your mouth to speak, but Mingyu was already a step ahead. “I know what you said before I left…” he said. “I tried to stay away, or at least call and ask if I could come by. But…it just didn’t feel right to not come here right away.” he looked at you. 

“Oh…” 

He motioned the ramen cups to you. “I won’t stay long. But at least humor me and eat some, hm?”

With only a bit of leftover fried rice in your system, you were weak to refuse. Taking the cups, you returned to the kitchen one final time, Mingyu following behind the store the ice cream for later. 

The kitchen was quiet as the two of you sat at the table, waiting for your ramen cups to cook. Mingyu drummed his finger along the table.

“I saw the photos.” you said quickly. “And the performances. You guys were amazing.”

MIngyu looked almost shocked. “You actually watched them?”

“Of course,” you chuckled. “I told you I would.”

“Yeah, but that was before…” Mingyu trailed off. You sighed, looking down at your hands. 

“I know.” you said. “But I still promised.” Mingyu chuckled a bit. Another long silence, and you sighed. 

“Mingyu, I’m sorry.” you said. His eyes shot up as the words tumbled out of your mouth a bit faster than you had intended, if you had intended at all. But they were out now. “I…was so stupid.” 

“Stupid? No, come on now.” he said. “Don’t say that.”

“No, I was.” you said. “You make every effort to keep me in your life, even when you’re busy and I toss it all away for no reason.” you sighed. “The minute I said that we needed a break I wanted to take it back but I didn’t know if I could at that point.” 

Mingyu was silent for a second, opening his ramen cup. The steam rose and hit his cheeks, and he smiled. Grabbing his chopsticks, he stirred, leaning back in his chair to talk. “I talked to Jeonghan and Shua about it while we were away.” he said. “And I had time to think about it myself, too.”

“Oh?” You frowned. Jeonghan and Joshua were his best friends, not yours. You knew if it was appropriate, they’d side with him in a heartbeat. And it was definitely appropriate. “What did they say?”

“Well.” he took a bite of his food and chewed, processing his thoughts before he said. “They told me that it made sense why you felt that way. And that neither of us are in the wrong, but both of us were stressed with my schedules.” He shrugged. “So, I told myself I’d give you space when I came back.” he smiled. “Wait until my schedules calmed a bit and then go from there.”

“So-.” you motioned to the ramen and snacks in the fridge. “Why didn’t you?” 

He chuckled, a bit of pink on his cheeks as he replied: “I just missed you too much.” 

You felt yoru breath catch in your throat at hose words, inhaling a deep breath. “I missed you too. Even though it’s only been a few weeks.” Mingyu chuckled.

“I know.” he said. “We’ve been apart longer, but for some reason these few weeks felt unbearable.” he set his chopsticks down, licking his lips. “Maybe because I’m usually so used to knowing that you’d be here when I got back.” You chuckled. “I was worried you’d slam the door in my face.”

“Oh, come on, what do you take me for?” you pouted, and Mingyu threw his head back to laugh. 

“I know.” he assured. A deep breath. “I’d…like to try again, though.” he said. “I don’t want to be on a break.” he said. “If you really feel strongly about it…I won’t dare push you.” he shook his head. “But, regardless, I hope that until we figure everything out, I can still come by from time to time.”

“Ah, Gyu…” you sighed, finally reaching out to mix your own ramen. “I want to try again too.” His eyes sparkled a bit from across the table as he took another bite into his mouth. “Like I said, the minute I suggested it…I wanted to take it back. I’m sorry…” 

Mingyu got up, ramen up and all, pulling him chair to your side and sitting beside you. When you looked up, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. 

“Just don’t let your ramen get cold, and I’ll forgive you.” he teased. “Or at the very least, give it to me.” You chuckled, resting against his shoulder. 

“...So, tell me everything that happened in Europe.” you said, putting a bite of food in your mouth. “I heard your pants ripped.” He groaned. 

“Do  we have to start with that?” he asked, and you covered your mouth to laugh. 

“I got these for you!!” Mingyu outstretched a convenient store bag in your direction. When you looked down, you saw ramen, chips, and ice cream inside. He had just gotten home from the Be the Sun tour the day before, and since you couldn’t meet him at the dorms or the airport, he promised to come to you once he was fully unpacked. “I thought we could snack and I’ll tell you all about the tour!” 

You smiled, reaching out and taking the bag, setting it aside before pulling Mingyu into a tight hug. He immediately returned it, hands squeezing around your waist as he nestled into your hair. “I missed you so much.” he said.

“I missed you too, Gyu.” you said. Pulling back, you looked up at him. “Tell me everything!” 

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Blood Stained Hands

Summary

One mistake leads to the downward spiral of the life you once knew. Everything made sense once, but now...everything made sense differently. Are you willing to risk everything for the people you've come to love? Jeonghan x Reader & Joshua x Reader & ????? x Reader

Tags/TW

Mafia AU, Polyamory, G*ns and Dr*gs mentions, Violence, Organized Crime, Death Threats, Other Kpop groups are mentioned, Female Reader, Trauma, PTSD, Slow Burn, M*rder/People Die, Read at your own risk Some chapters will have specific Trigger Warnings!

Author's Notes

This is my villain arch. This is years worth of watching crime shows and losing my mind which ended up in...this. Yeah... I don't have a lot to say for myself with this one, I just wrote and wrote and wrote and It got longer and longer and now we are here.

Status: Incomplete/WIP

Current WC: TBD

Current Chapter Count: 47

Chapters

Under Dimmed Street Lights

Umbrella to Stand Under, Together

Stupid is As Stupid Does

Intro Fire Brings Light

Light Brings Warmth

New Bonds

New World Unraveled

Checkmate

First Rule About Fight Club

Don't Talk About Fight Club

Birthday Blue

Heart On The Light

Sky Walking

Rose Tinted Glasses

A Night to Remember

A Night You'll Never Forget

When The Sun Shines

One Shot, Two Shot

Plans Within Plans

Plans Within the Plans of Plans

Stupid Games

Stupid Prizes

Two is Better Than One

Never Alone

A Step Forward

New Perspectives

One Eye Open

A Hand to Hold

Snap of A Heart

Crash and Burn

Shot for Shot

Two Sides of The Same Coin

Sparks

143

Three Steps Forward

Four Million Steps Back

A Very SVT Christmas

Misery Business

Heavy Clouds

Lost & Found

Stuck in Limbo

Bottom of the Stairs

Light Behind The Door

Healing Starts Slow

Truth Be Told

Normalcy

Tactical Planning

Three Isn't a Crowd?

Taking Control

Next Chapter July 7th

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The enchanted forest ° a ot13 seventeen story

One day you wake up in a beautiful enchanted forest. It looks straight out of your prettiest and most ethereal dream. The trees seem to be calling to you, pulling you in many different directions. Who knows what or who you will encounter on your way...

Genre: elf AU, fantasy AU, smut, fluff

Warnings: detailed warnings will be in each chapter

A/N: divider by @strangergraphics

Part 1: The guards

The high elves (Seungcheol x reader, Chan x reader)

The sun elf and the moon elf (Mingyu x reader, Wonwoo x reader)

The sea elf and the fire elf (Jihoon x reader, Soonyoung x reader)

Part 2: The warlocks

The woodland elves (Minghao x reader, Junhui x reader)

The avariels (Jeonghan x reader, Joshua x reader)

Part 3: Miscellaneous

The water elf (Dokyeom x reader)

The dryads (Seungkwan x reader, Vernon x reader)

Coming soon...

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SEVENTEEN MTL to show PDA

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Most Likely

1. Seungcheol – We all know he's confident so I don't think he would mind subtle PDA to show care and that you're happily his.

2. Hoshi

3. Joshua

4. Mingyu

5. Jeonghan

6. Dokyeom

7. Jun

8. Minghao

9. Dino

10. Vernon – Low-key and chill, wouldn’t mind minimal PDA but not too overt.

11. Woozi – Will show through music instead.

12. Wonwoo – comfortable with PDA only if it’s subtle and not noticeable unless squint.

13. Seungkwan – I think he's a very expressive person but might find public affection a bit embarrassing; would save it for private moments.

Least Likely

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Book 1: The Element of Freedom

Chapter 2: Journey to the North Pole

Woozi x (f!) Reader Insert

AO3 link

Word Count: 3.8k

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The early morning sun peaks between the cracks in the stable walls. Jihoon has been sitting here for 45 minutes waiting for his companion’s arrival. The stable master chews at his fingernails which were long gone 20 minutes ago. Everything is packed and ready for their adventure. Jihoon has a simple backpack with him that carries his official robes and other garments as well as a healthy amount of gold for his travels. The kitchen supplied him with dried fruits and meats in abundance. He carries on his hip a long sword, a hwando that typically is found on Fire Nation soldiers. The tip of the weapon’s scabbard scrapes against the floor as Jihoon stands, finally spotting his friend.

“I’m late! I’m sorry!” Soonyoung scratches the back of his head sheepishly as he approaches. His own pack is slung behind his shoulder, swinging and jostling from the jog he does to close the last few meters between him and the stable. His face breaks into a wide grin as he adds, “And Happy Birthday, Prince Jihoon.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes, a habit he’s sure to continue through this trip as he turns toward the stable master, signalling that he fetch the noble steed. “Let’s just go, please; we’ve already wasted enough time.”

The stable master disappears beyond the far side of the gate, and they can hear him walking an animal up to where the two boys stand. “Oh,” Soonyoung speaks up, “We’re taking Ruby, then?” he asks, failing to mask his giddy excitement.

“Of course,” Jihoon replies. He smirks, happy to see his animal companion. The stable master opens the back hatch to allow a large dragon through to greet her master. Her scales might look black to the average observer, but when they catch the light just right, they reveal a deep burnt burgundy red color. Jihoon smiles wide as the beast approaches him, nudging her head against his body in a friendly and familiar manner. Her long body wraps around him as she exits the royal palace’s dragon stable.She lays in her little circle around the prince with a hot huff from her nostrils. She’s already saddled, so Jihoon takes the opportunity to pack the saddle bags with various luggage. They are travelling quite light since the journey will only be two people rather than the usual entourage of guards and other officials.

“So, where are we off to first?” Soonyoung huffs as he swings his bag to be placed in the strong leather pouch hanging from the dragon’s saddle.

Jihoon fastens the closures to the bag, securing everything inside. “The Northern Water Tribe. The Chief there is expecting us, so we better get a move on.” Jihoon has his itinerary memorized down to the last minute. His father expects them back by the time the first plum blossom blooms in spring, so there can be no oversights. He even has a margin of error to account for Soonyoung and his chronic chaos. He mounts the dragon and Soonyoung follows his lead, taking the seat behind him. They take off not a second too late as shutters open and servants and laypeople wake and begin their days. Distant from their field of view a dragon’s tail twists in the wind starting a proper adventure.

~~

“I’m bored,” Soonyoung drawls.

Jihoon is too busy focused on the open sky ahead to pay any attention to him. Soonyoung gets restless and wiggles his legs around. He twists his torso to stretch his back, raises his arms up high, and uses his hands to pop his neck. It’s only been a few hours; the distant islands of the Fire Nation have become mere dots on the horizon. Soonyoung can’t even spot the inactive volcano that he and Jihoon call home. Soonyoung rests his head on Jihoon’s back.

“Please stop. I’m trying to focus.” Jihoon shakes his shoulders. “You know it takes a few days to get to the Northern Water Tribe, right?”

Soonyoung sighs dramatically, saying, “Yeah, by boat. I thought flying was faster.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes at the man’s whining. “It is faster. We’ll be there in two days. I’m not going to make Ruby suffer just because you’re impatient.” Jihoon won’t admit that he’s pretty tired as well, but he’s trying to follow a tight schedule. Besides, even if he wanted to stop to rest, their path would have to divert to get somewhere comfortable enough to set up camp; they’d have to go even farther to find so much as a village.

“Fine. Only because I also care about Ruby,” Soonyoung pouts. He reaches down to scratch Ruby’s side. “But because you won’t let her go as fast as I know she can, I’m going to entertain myself.”

He proceeds to talk about any and everything while Jihoon remains his captive audience. He rethinks his decision to bring him along. Soonyoung explains for what feels like forever how he alone is the last komodo-tiger in all of the Fire Nation, only taking breaks to drink from his canteen. Jihoon’s not sure what that means, but he is sure that the dropping temperature means that they are getting closer to their destination by the minute.

After a cold, mostly quiet night, where he lets Soonyoung fall asleep on his shoulder, Jihoon wakes up to a beautiful sight. He got some sleep leaned against Ruby’s head using her horns as a makeshift pillow. Cracking his eyes open, he is met with tall glaciers that loom over the water of the Northern Sea, but something in the distance catches his eye. A man-made structure hides among the ice. It’s an outpost that marks the last leg of the trip. Jihoon directs Ruby to move a little faster in the hope that he would be able to at least see Agna Qel’a, the capital city of the Northern Tribe, before Soonyoung wakes up and starts talking again.

Soonyoung wakes as the sun illuminates more of the surrounding ice. The brightness of the landscape makes opening his eyes for the first time this morning an arduous task. Once he fully opens his eyes, he sees Jihoon, already awake and at the reigns. He greets Jihoon with a “Good morning” then takes a breath, readying to talk to his companion for the next few hours, when suddenly something whistles next to his ear.

“What was that?” Soonyoung asks, looking around.

Jihoon is already lowering Ruby close to the water. He saw it, too, and followed the object's descent with his eyes. Jihoon is sharp. He has studied military strategies and different forms of combat since his childhood. He can calculate approximately where the tattered arrow came from and confront the archer who shot it.

Ruby circles back and dives, belly almost scraping the water’s surface. They quickly approach a ship, hidden, almost squeezed, between large chunks of ice. A group of pirates has decided to patrol these waters for hapless travellers. Ruby spits her fire breath skyward above the deck of the ship as Jihoon makes eye contact with a crewman holding a bow and arrow. The dragon stops in the air, baring her teeth. The few people aboard the vessel look terrified.

Jihoon, tired and annoyed, looks at them and announces, “I am the Prince of the Fire Nation. Any further attacks will be met with the wrath of the entire Fire Navy that follows this dragon.” He’s lying through his teeth and leveling his best glare at them so they take him seriously. He hopes they believe him long enough for him to get away and call upon the Water Tribe as these ruffians are within their jurisdiction.

A man comes out of what Jihoon can assume are the captain's quarters. He’s rough looking with scars on his face. He looks up to Jihoon in the sky, squinting against the morning sunlight, then he speaks in a gravelly voice, “We have orders no matter who you are. Archers! Benders! Ready!”

Soonyoung has been ready to leap from his seat behind Jihoon since the first arrow shot passed his head. As soon as the captain of the small ship orders, he moves swiftly. An archer looses his arrow toward the Prince, and before it reaches its target, burns into black ash. Soonyoung let a blast of fire fly from his fist, then before the cold air can siphon the heat completely, he is already jumping, aiming to land aboard the ship. Jihoon’s heart drops in fear because it looks, for a moment, like he will land in the freezing water, but he uses his firebending to propel himself toward the deck.

Jihoon freezes in shock watching his friend in a real fight. It looks nothing like the sparring he’s used to; Soonyoung looks like a wild animal on the hunt. Though Soonyoung has taken down one archer already with a disarming strike then a sharp chop to the neck, knocking him out, other archers have arrows nocked and ready to fire. Jihoon hasn’t given Ruby an order, but she can sense danger. Arrows dot the sky in an instant, and she makes quick work of burning them in one fire blast. The beast could easily sink the ship and char her enemies, but any fire breath toward the vessel would put Soonyoung in danger.

On the boat, Soonyoung is met with swordsmen and waterbenders. He moves quickly between them, careful to avoid blades and water whips. He’s in his element. Figuratively, of course, since he’s in the middle of a glacier-filled, ice cold ocean. His solid stance falters just a little when Ruby decides to rock the boat, hanging her claws on one side and letting her long serpentine body fall beneath the water. She is unfazed, her natural temperature high enough to keep her warm. Jihoon finally gets a wake up call to join the fight and do something when a frozen sickle on a water chain whips close to him. He dodges and dismounts Ruby. His feet slip while he gets into a stance to fight. The deck is wet with sea water and shaking due to waves and his animal companion’s jostling. A pirate falls off the side of the boat which seems to please her. Jihoon clumsily pulls his sword from its scabbard. He can only think about the correct position for his stance and someone takes advantage of his focus on only himself to take a swipe at him which he dodges.

The fight increases intensity. It’s not a fair fight either; about nine or ten, not counting the guy who fell overboard, against two. Really, against one. Soonyoung could be a one-man army. With one arm, he has a guy in a headlock and the other is swinging wildly at another who is disarmed and trying to get close. Jihoon hasn’t done much but slip and slide and try to stay upright.

“Halt!” a commanding voice cuts through the noise of the fight. At once, the pirate ship is surrounded by long, thin boats flying blue and white sails emblazoned with the symbol of the Water Tribe. Everyone’s hands go up, including Soonyoung’s.

Ruby continues to shake the boat however and Jihoon has to say “Stop,” before she backs down as well. The benders aboard the fleet of ships freeze the pirate vessel in place before boarding, ready at any minute to begin bending.

“Took you guys long enough! We were attacked by these pirates; I thought I would have to take care of them myself,” Soonyoung says in a jovially exasperated manner.

“It looks like you were causing most of the trouble,” a man, the leader of the warriors by the look of him, replies, unamused. “Who are you Fire Nationals?”

Jihoon clears his throat and moves the loose hair from his face. He bows, introducing himself, “I’m Lee Jihoon, Prince of the Fire Nation. What my friend said is true. These men attacked us unprovoked, and we defended ourselves.”

The man surveys the scene. He nods and the warriors around him move to put frozen cuffs on the brigands and move them to their own boats. With the deck emptied, Ruby moves from the water and onto the boat, shaking herself dry while spraying everyone else. The man rubs his hand on his face to dry himself of the water, then speaks, “I am Captain Park. We’ve been looking for these ruffians for a while.” He watches one of his warriors bend water around one man trying to swim away. “I heard the Chief was expecting you. Let us escort you to Agna Qel’a.”

~~

The rest of the journey becomes worth the grueling first day and a half of travel and the fighting along the way when the boys spot the immaculate white outer walls of the capital city of the Northern Water Tribe. The boat they rest on sails easily through the open wall past guards saluting the captain’s boats. Some eyebrows raise when they notice the creature curled into a ball on the boat's deck. They arrive just before dawn, so darkness still shrouds the open water. The guards rub at their eyes and pinch themselves to make sure they are indeed awake and witnessing the captain transport a dragon.

Soonyoung wakes as the boat jostles down the main waterway, shifting into a controlled current that meanders through the city. He exits the bunk he shares with Jihoon to take a look at the city, illuminated only by the moonlight that reflects off of every icy and snowy surface. He moves quickly to wake his friend, who grumbles at the disruption of his precious sleep. Still, Jihoon follows Soonyoung, shuffling his feet behind slowly, to see the magnificent city. Wonder fills the eyes of both boys as they behold the city for the first time.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Captain Park says, scaring the boys. He chuckles at them shaking, then asks, “Is this your first time here?”

“Yes, sir,” Jihoon answers with a voice still gravely from his sleep.

The captain nods slowly. “Then, welcome. I hope you enjoy the city.”

Jihoon replies under his breath, “Me, too,” but the words are drowned out by the push of water against the docks as the ship pulls into its place.

A few hours after their arrival, bright and early in the morning, Jihoon is pulling on his official robes over warm fleece underclothes provided by the attendants of the floor where the vistor’s quarters are. He meticulously combs his long hair back with a beautiful blue and white comb made from bone and carved with intricate lines that flow like water. Then, he ties up his hair in the signature topknot many people in the Fire Nation wear. The palace spares no expense when it comes to its visitors. It isn’t often royalty, heads of state, or other high-ranking officials take the perilous journey to this almost remote part of the world, so when they do, the Water Tribe makes sure that they are treated with utmost respect. He places the final piece of his outfit, his royal headpiece, into his topknot.

He smooths out wrinkles that don’t exist, unable to stop moving his hands. He’s nervous. In his head, he replays what he’s going to say over and over. It’s a simple task, but he feels he has to be ready for every possible question, avoiding any indication that he is actually the Avatar. Soonyoung slinks up next to Jihoon and heavily places his hands on his friend’s shoulders.

“Don’t be so nervous, Jihoonie,” he says. Soonyoung is also dressed in his official garb. He dons clothing with sharp angles and clean lines, making him look refined, but solid and hefty grieves, arm guards, and pauldrons in the fire nation's signature red, black, and gold color-scheme denote his position as a bodyguard and soldier.

Jihoon’s shoulders tense under the unexpected contact. He turns, face turning red, about to scold Soonyoung, when a gentle knock on the door interrupts his building frustration. The head of a young woman pokes in and says in a soft voice, “The Chief will see you now.” Jihoon smooths his hand down his clothes one more time and lets the attendant lead him to the meeting, but not before leveling a glare at his companion who just laughs.

Jihoon has enough time on the walk to get increasingly nervous. As he steps through the large doors to the throne room where the Chief and his council sit on a platform. A large waterfall flows down behind them, the rushing water adding an almost calming ambiance to the room. It fails to calm Jihoon in any way as he scans the hard-set faces of the men before him. He makes his way to his spot to stand in front of them and clears his throat.

“I…” he pauses as his eyes glide over one face, lovelier than any he had ever seen. Sitting amongst the Chief and his council is someone Jihoon didn’t think would attend something so dull. The princess of the North, Xue, catches Jihoon’s eye. She wears fluffy lavender colored robes lined with fine white fur off her shoulders to showcase the jewels decorating them and her chest. Some kind of necklace or something drapes brilliant crystals that glitter in the light when she shifts. Jihoon looks into her eyes. She furrows her brow which confuses him until Soonyoung elbows him.

Jihoon’s face heats up like he’s just eaten an entire carton of fire flakes. He stammers through his introduction hastily, “I… I am Jihoon, crowned prince of the Fire Nation.” He bows a full 90 degrees in greeting. The cold air does nothing to tame the flames of his embarrassment. He raises again and looks the Chief in the eye. “I have come on behalf of my father. And the Avatar!”

Eyebrows raise at the mention of the Avatar. The Chief leans forward listening carefully. He remains silent, however, watching Jihoon’s face contort with awkwardness and worry. The intense staring unsettles Jihoon, making him second guess himself and his address. He continues speaking just to fill the silence. “We wish to… um… employ a waterbender. A master… water bender… who will… um… travel to the Fire Nation to…”

One of the councilmen leans to another man next to him and whispers, “The Fire Lord really sent this whelp alone to make this address. Look at him; he’s shaking like a reindeer-seal cub fresh out of the womb.” He snickers as he talks, and the whisper is less than clandestine. Jihoon hears the comment and finally shuts his mouth with an audible snap.

Soonyoung steps forward in that moment. He’s perfectly composed, though a rage fills his chest at the disrespect by the councilman. He speaks loudly and clearly, “We need a master waterbender to train the Avatar in the Fire Nation. Can you help us with that? There has to be at least one competent bender among these loudmouths, right?”

Jaws hit the floor as the scrappy young bodyguard speaks and pokes fun at the members of the council. Jihoon blanches as white as the ice of the palace walls. He could almost cry. His eyes are about to pop out of his skull looking at Soonyoung and his thoughts scream at him to give him the worst scolding he’s ever given to anyone ever. Not the affectionate teasing he usually gives Soonyoung, either, but the kind of lecture that would have him shoot fire out of his ears.

A low rumble echoes through the room and everyone whips their head from the offender to the Chief. A giggle with the bass tone of a tsungi horn starts in his chest then builds into raucous laughter that has him holding his sides and almost falling from his sitting position. The other members of the council surrounding him nervously laugh with him while the princess shakes her head.

Wiping a tear from his eye, the Chief finally speaks, “I like this kid! Of course I can help. You are welcome to meet with our masters today. I’m sure we can find a suitable one in this group of loudmouths!” The man gestures his hand and an attendant appears to lead the boys out to the courtyard.

Soonyoung smiles and says, “Thank you,” then turns on his heels to follow the attendant. The entire court stands and lets the Chief saunter in front of all of them casually. Jihoon is awestruck until Soonyoung tugs at his arm and his feet move without his brain commanding it. He absolutely cannot believe what just happened.

When he gets his bearings again, Jihoon matches his pace with Soonyoung and whispers hastily, “What were you thinking?”

Soonyoung shrugs. “No offense, but you were bombing up there. I couldn’t just let them say stuff like that about you. I figured, the quicker we’re done, the better.”

“But -”

The boys make it outside and the council files into the courtyard behind them. Princess Xue appears, too, but she looks dissatisfied like she doesn’t want to be there. The Chief steps forward and says, “Master Ahn, please show our guests your skills.”

An old man steps forward and gets into a beginning stance. He waves his arms in a wide circle and flows them in a few stances lifting, pushing and pulling water into shapes and whips and other various attacks. Another member of the council begins to volley ice towards him and he makes a display of bending the projectiles back into water and swinging the stream forward to repeat the process with the next volley.

It’s impressive and technically perfect, not a foot stance out of place. Jihoon isn’t blown away, but he doesn’t think he has to be. He doesn’t even know the basics of other bending styles, so “spectacular” wouldn’t be a goal of his to start anyway. Master Ahn finishes his display and bows toward the Fire Nation boys then returns to his place in the line-up.

“Master Ahn is the best bender in the North. He has impressive skill and is a wonderful teacher. Will he be suitable for the Fire Lord and the Avatar?” The Chief asks his question like there is only one correct answer.

Jihoon feels the pressure and expectation on his shoulders. He answers, nonetheless, “Yes, Master Ahn is suitable.” He bows deeply with his fist against his palm and says, “Thank you, Chief.”

“Good!” the Chief announces in his boisterous voice, “Tonight we shall have a feast in honor of the selection and your presence. Tomorrow, we will arrange travel for Master Ahn to the Fire Nation’s capital and then see you off. I hear from your father you will gather all the elemental masters. You have quite the trip ahead of you.”

“Yes, sir, I do,” Jihoon replies. He’s still feeling tense and now suddenly exhausted as his mind and body catch up to the day he’s had so far. He needs to rest and recover because he’s already sweating thinking about attending a banquet. He doesn’t know much about the traditions of other nations, but his heart can’t take many more surprises.

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cake crumbles

pairing: non-idol!woozi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au. some slight comfort.

warnings: anxious jihoon who just wants everything to go well. proposal mentions. food.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: he :( <3

“Okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late.” 

The only things holding Jihoon together right now was both Soonyoung and Vernon’s presence right now. But he hadn’t stopped staring at where your birthday cake had been dropped onto the floor, smashed into a mess of blue and white icing. Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to clean up the mess in Soonyoung’s apartment. Soonyoung was on his knees now, tossing it into a bag to be disposed of properly once it was all done. It had all happened too quickly. One minute he’d been moving it to a different space on the counter, and the next he’d been lying on the floor, body aching from his slip, and the cake was destroyed. The little party he’d planned was hours away, and he’d ordered this cake specifically for you…

“I think grocery stores do plain buttercream cakes,” Vernon said, fingers covered in blue as he dropped another chunk of cake into the trash. “It’s not as special, but we can get them to write her name on it.”

“She likes those cakes,” Soonyoung nodded. “That’s what we did for my birthday last year.” 

Right, but those weren’t made for you. Jihoon had gone out of his way to slowly figure out what you’d love the most. He sighed, and moved to get paper towels to wet and clean up the remaining icing. “I don’t know. I wanted to get her something special…”

Vernon looked up. “It’s just her birthday. I know she’s special, but—”

Immediately, Soonyoung started to smack his arm. He shook his head, and Vernon slowly connected the dots.

“Oh.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh! Dude—Today?”

Jihoon quietly nodded, then stopped. “I mean—Not technically?” He sighed, leaning back. “I was going to ask her when we went home. It’ll be after midnight, so it’d be tomorrow, and—”

Vernon nodded. “Alright. Look,” he pushed himself off the floor. “I know some people. Maybe one of ‘em could help do us a favor.” 

Something inside of him seemed to crumple like tissue paper at how easily Vernon seemed to take charge right now.  That should be what he was doing. You were his girlfriend, his love, and yet he couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the spiralling thoughts that he’d fucked this all up. He knew what you would say now, though: that it was fine. That you didn’t need a birthday cake to be happy. But today needed to be perfect for you. You treated him with so much kindness, always so gentle but clear with how much you loved him. Jihoon wasn’t always the loudest with how much he loved the people in his life, but he hoped that his love was clear, too. This was supposed to be part of his big gesture, the thing that screamed to the skyline that he loved you wholeheartedly. The other part was the box still tucked away in his pants pocket, even now. He carried it with him most days, just in case he ever felt the inclination to forego his plans…

Maybe he should have. Then he wouldn’t be so stressed right now making sure everything went right. 

Vernon had already stepped away, calling someone to see what they could do on such short notice. Soonyoung, on the other hand, had helped him wipe up the remaining icing. The floor needed to be mopped soon anyway, and then the scene of the crime would be entirely taken care of. By the time it was all taken care of, Vernon already had a name and a place to go—which led to Soonyoung pushing Jihoon toward him, saying he could handle setting up the rest. 

He’d described as basic a cake as he could: vanilla, decorated with buttercream in blue and white, with maybe some flowers on it if the baker could swing it. All it needed to say was ‘Happy birthday’ and your name. The easiest thing that they could make, he would accept as long as it tasted good. With the order placed and a time given to pick it up, Jihoon stepped back out onto the street with Vernon at his heels.

“So…” He’d soon fallen into step beside him. “It’s not just about the cake, is it?”

Jihoon slowly nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. Anything to look more casual instead of the nervous storm he was inside. “If I don’t make it right… Then I’m going to feel like I failed her.”

“You could literally show up with just a thing of Oreos and she’ll love you.” Vernon looked over. “It’s fine to be nervous, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could upset her.” 

“I know, but…”

Vernon bumped into him, just to get his attention back on him. “You two love each other a lot, dude. It’s gonna be alright.” 

Jihoon could only hope that it would be.

Hours passed quicker than Jihoon expected them to. He and Vernon had returned to Soonyoung’s apartment and helped him set up for your little birthday party. Seungcheol had thankfully agreed to drive the cake over, careful as he could be, while Jihoon had to return home to you. He’d fed you this plan to go out for a movie and then dinner, hand hovering over his pocket. The box was right there. Maybe it’d be better for him to leave it somewhere safe here, but he felt better carrying it on him. 

“Jihoony?” You had turned from where you were putting on an earring—one of the ones he bought you last year for Christmas. There’s a playful lift to your voice, smiling at him. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, making his way over to you. “Everything’s perfect,” he said. Yet the pit in his stomach didn’t seem to shrink at all. He had hoped that saying it aloud would do something, and yet…

You fastened the earring into place, and then reached forward to cup his face. “Jihoony.” You let out a long sigh. “I know.”

“You… know?”

“One,” you said, “Cheol accidentally let the party secret slip when I asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. And two…” You shut your eyes for a moment. “Remember the other week when you came home exhausted from work? You changed, ate dinner, and then went straight to bed…”

Oh no. Oh no. He swore he had tucked the ring box into his bag after he drove home. “So, you…”

With a soft kiss against his lips, you leaned back. Your chapstick tasted like birthday cake, all too fitting for today. “Whenever you ask, I’m going to say yes.” 

Jihoon met your eyes. “Even if it’s tonight?”

“Maybe wait until we’re alone,” you said, as if he hadn’t always planned for that. “But yes,” you giggled. “Tonight included.”

Jihoon reached for your hands, taking them into his own. The words already started to pour out of him before he could even think twice, “I dropped your birthday cake earlier. We got a replacement, but it isn’t the one I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” 

Instead of saying anything else, all you did was step back as you laughed. He’d fallen in love with your laugh long ago, but hearing it now he swore he was falling in love with the sound all over again. When you faced him again, you were smiling harder than before, even more radiant this time.

“As long as I get to enjoy it with you,” you said, “I’m going to be happy.” 

All at once, his anxieties disappeared. He leaned in, lips brushing against yours for just a few seconds. He knew he would kiss you properly once the two of you were home again. But for now, he’d leave you with something fleeting, just to leave both of you wanting more. “Happy birthday,” he said for the second time today, hands resting at your waist. “I love you so much.”

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[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT Reacts to Watching Their S/O Please Themself 😈

18+ / NSFW / MDNI!

OT13!Seventeen x Fem!Reader

OT13 react to you asking them to watch you m*sturb*te. 🤭

Warnings/Content: smut, masturbation obvi, reader has a vagina, voyeurism, good ol' fashioned mutual coming.

Author's Note: Teehee, hot and bothered watching SVT watch reader watch them watching me watching them... anyway these wrote themselves! Lol.

S.Coups

This man is seated! He can’t wait to watch you writhe and play with yourself. He’s so enamored with your body. He can't help but slowly move closer and closer to you, wanting to see the way you touch yourself up close. “Faster, baby,” he would instruct you, talking you through your orgasm, unable to stop himself from getting more involved before too long.

Jeonghan

“Mmm, and what’s in it for me, exactly?” he’d tease you, but you know he's excited by the idea of watching you. He’d sprawl out, laying far back from you, creating quite a bit of distance to raise the tension. He likes when you perform like this, making him feel like the lone spectator of his very own private show. He’d start touching himself with you before long, and you two would cum without ever laying a finger on each other.

Joshua

Horny just at the thought of this! He’d request that you really go for it, holding nothing back. He likes when you're dirty like this. You'd come home to find that he'd bought you an expensive dress and expensive lingerie to wear so that you can slowly undress for him, too. Leave it to Joshua to make the experience even more colorful and exciting.

Jun

He would feel awkward about it at first, but then he’d get into it, slowly working himself along with you and watching your body move so easily and languidly. He loves the sounds of your soft moans while you touch yourself. He can't help but wonder if you think about him often when you do this. But he feels too shy to ask.

Hoshi

This man will watch you do anything! Haha it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands to himself, which you would have fun with commanding him to do—scolding him any time he slips up and touches you. Eventually he would just take charge, unable to stop himself. You were too sexy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck your wet pussy with his fingers, feeling the tight way that you clench around him, every muscle in your abdomen flexing as you get closer and closer to coming.

Wonwoo

You thought you could cum just thinking of Wonwoo's eyes on you as you touched yourself. You didn't realize you'd be so nervous as he gazes at you unwaveringly, one hand up to his mouth, biting down on the nail of his thumb. “If you’re going to do it, then really do it,” he’d say to you in a low, but commanding voice, “show me how you make yourself feel good.” You go completely flush as you fuck yourself with your hand, your back arching up deliciously. You suddenly feel fingertips tracing a line on your skin, up your stomach then between your breasts, until Wonwoo captures your chin in his hand and guides your face up to his—giving you a slow, sensual kiss. You break apart eventually, but he's in your ear whispering, “Keep going.”

Woozi

This activity is a regular feature in your sex life with Jihoon. He loves when he can just sit back and lazily watch you put on a show for him! You feel so turned on when he’s paying such close attention to you, like there’s nothing more important than your pleasure. He gives a lot of verbal praise as he watches you, which is a little out of the ordinary for him. “Listen to you,” he’d say. You can't help but giggle at the way he's getting lost in the lewd sounds you make when you’re this wet for him.

The8

He’d love to watch you get started on yourself as he lays next to you, tracing his fingers all over your face and body. You two make serious eye contact as you shift on the bed, your back starting to arch as you rub your clit. He’d gently cup your cheek with his hand, “My beautiful girl,” he’d whisper, “being so naughty...” He’d tease you, helping you get even closer to your release by tracing your lower lip with his thumb, even asking you to suck on it.

Mingyu

He's too impatient for this, really, but he also loves to watch you get worked up! You’d tease him extra hard by repeatedly moaning out his name as you glide your fingers in and out of yourself, occasionally throwing him a torturous fucked-out expression, bringing your wet fingers up to your mouth and licking your own arousal off of them. He’d go insane and dive headfirst between your legs, not letting you rest for the rest of the night for being so mean.

DK

Haha, our shy prince! He would be so turned on by you, your skin glistening as you glide your fingertips along your drenched pussy, bared so openly for him. Everything you do is sexy to him, but seeing you touch yourself just for him takes it to almost unbearable heights. He can't stop himself from helping you out with his tongue—lapping at your clit before long, sucking on you and kissing your cunt as you continued to finger yourself. You swear you can feel him murmur the words "thank you" as you come all over his face...

Seungkwan

Seungkwan both loves and hates a challenge. And the tone that you asked—more like demanded—that you start your time in the bedroom that evening having him watch you... He couldn't help feeling like you were testing him. So he decides to tease you right back, staring a hole through your skull as you work yourself into a tizzy right in front of him. He doesn't dare react and give you the satisfaction of making him fall apart... But his stubborn glare gets you even hornier.

Vernon

Vernon is pleasantly surprised when he comes out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. A towel wrapped around his waist, he sees you already stretched out naked on the bed, one arm resting above your head while the other glides softly between your legs. A smirk spreads across his face, hair still dripping from the shower, as he watches you. You shift under his gaze, his direct look making you squirm even more. "Don't stop," he says, not taking his eyes off you until you cum.

Dino

He is stunned speechless when you suggest that you masturbate for him! He loves your body, and the idea of watching you sounds like heaven. But the idea of just watching you, and nothing else? Like, not being able to touch you? He wasn't sure if he could handle that. You see the gears turning, and smile to yourself. You slide your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your nose into his worried expression. "You wouldn't have to keep your hands totally to yourself, you know..." you whisper in his ear, and he immediately perks up.

[animeniacss]

Heya!

I just read your imagine about Wonwoo and became an emotional wreck 😭

Could you please write something angsty about Mingyu? Like maybe a failed arranged marriage...

Would love it if you could cook something up with the suggestion.

Thank you 💜

OMG so sorry it took so long! I hope you like what I have! It was fun to write! <3

Synopsis: It's your wedding day, and you remember the memories of how you were arranged to marry and fall in love with Kim Mingyu

Tags: NonIdol!AU, Marriage, Angst, Flasbacks, Arranged Marriage,

Length: approx. 3.8k words

Mingyu x Reader - Down the Aisle

“What do you think our wedding will be like, Mingyu?”

“Hm….something extravagant…something beautiful. Just like you.” 

“You look so beautiful.” The female voice behind you made you open your eyes, staring into the lush vanity before you—the plush of the robe you had on pressed against your body, tickling your skin. In your hair, a brush offers a similar sensation through your scalp.

“Thanks, Jihyo,” you said softly. A moment of silence before you said. “I cannot believe that today’s the day….” your voice was soft.

“I know! It feels like yesterday you were going to meet him for dinner and now you’re getting married!” Jihyo’s grin made your heart thump in your chest. 

“I know.” You watched Jihyo tug your hair into a tight updo, grabbing bobby pins to keep the hair in place. You licked your lips, watching as some strands of hair fell from your face. A quick brush of your fingers and the hair was tucked behind your ear. 

“You have a hair falling from your ponytail. May I?” You watched with shaky eyes as a large hand reached across the table, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up at a humored lopsided grin, and a hand ran through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. “There. Perfect.” 

You watched Jihyo take the piece of hair and tangle it into your updo, a bobby pin added to keep it in place. When she smiled you realized then your expression had been pretty neutral. Your lips quirked up in a smile.

“Nervous?” 

“No,” you said, almost too quickly. Jihyo’s hands stopped in your hair. “...No.” 

“Good, don’t be! What’s he gonna do, get cold feet? Arranged marriage or not he’s totally in love with you.” That comment made the smile on your lips soften just a bit, and you watched Jihyo head over to the side of the vanity, pulling out makeup. You turned in your chair, a fond smile on your face. Jihyo was giddy about this morning’s festivities. Being a part of something so wonderful, so memorable. It made any worries you did have quell. 

Two hours left until you walked down the aisle. 

—----------------------

“This is Kim Mingyu. His father owns L&S Entertainment in Seoul! We’ve been talking for a few months and we were hoping the two of you hit it off today!” 

You thought your mother was crazy at the time, staring across the table at the broad-shouldered man in the navy blue suit with slicked-back hair. Apart from polite greetings, you’d yet to say two words to the man across the table - Kim Mingyu, you made a note to remember that - yet your parents were talking as if the wedding were mere days away. It was sudden, but not surprising. You were 17 then, and you knew this was coming almost as soon as the end of your academic career was. Your hands kept themselves busy by pushing food around your plate with a fork. 

As you put a forkful to your lips, Mingyu leaned over in his chair, catching your attention with a hum and a quick call of your name. When you looked over, he smiled grinning, lopsided and nervous. 

“I didn’t know about this until this morning,” he admitted. You blinked a few times, swallowing your bite before breaking into an amused grin.

“I didn’t know until my mother opened her mouth.” And Mingyu threw his head back to laugh, loud but warm in the way it hit your ears. He chuckled, sticking his hand out. 

“This might not be so bad.” he stuck his hand out. “Let’s make the best of it for now, yeah?” You nodded, sticking your hand out as the both of you shook on it. 

For now. Those two words never felt like they meant so little. 

You felt your thoughts slip through your body as Jihyo tugged the corset of the back of your dress, gasping as you pressed your hands against the side of the bed. “Ah, Jesus.” you groaned. “I hate this. Why did I pick this dress?!”

“Because you look beautiful!” She laughed. “Besides, I’m almost done!” A few more tugs, a few more grunts, and Jihyo let out a hum of approval. “Nice job if I do say so myself. You look stunning.” 

Turning your gaze to the full-length mirror on the side of the bed, you looked yourself over. Your dress was stunning, your breath would be taken from you if the corset was not already at work squishing your insides. Hands pressed against the corsetted bodice, running them along your sides as if to convince yourself that what you were seeing right now was real. It was happening. 

“Your parents are already suggesting wedding dresses?” Mingyu’s eyes widened as he looked up from his textbook. You sighed, flipping lazily through your own, exhaustion on your features. 

“They’re very excited.” You smiled.

“Are you not?” Mingyu pouted, and you covered your mouth to laugh.

“We’ve known about this for what? A month.”

“A month and three days,” Mingyu added, and you snorted. Mingyu giggled in amusement. “But no, that’s crazy. Is there anything I can do to make it a bit easier?” You shook your head. 

“Nah. It’s bound to arrive sooner or later.” You lifted your pencil from the table one more time, eyes flicking down to look at your assignment once again. Mingyu seemed to stare at you from across the table, and you brought your eyes to his gaze one more time. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” he said. 

Confusion came in the form of a furrowed brow and a tilt of your head. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagine when you think of your wedding and dress shopping and planning.”

“No, but I knew it would be something similar.” you smiled. “Besides, at least I’m marrying someone nice, like you.” Mingyu smiled, cheeks tinting pink. “Someone I tolerate, y’know?”

“Oh, thanks.” He snorted, covering his mouth with his hands. 

Your name was called to the door, seeing it open and your mother stepped in. Within seconds she was tearing up. “Oh my God, you look beautiful. Just as I knew you would!” You smiled, watching as your mother pulled you into a gentle hug, careful not to wrinkle your dress or mess up your hair. She pulled away, scanning your silhouette as she wiped her eyes. 

“Mom, please don’t cry,” you begged behind a small chuckle, fondness thumping in your chest. 

“I know.” she sniffled. “I just…after everything we’ve gone through to get to this day it’s amazing it’s finally here. I’m just so happy for you.”

Another small chuckle, fondness morphing into something much harder to read. A small smile played on your lips as you held your mother's hands. She immediately pulled them up and kissed them. You turned to yourself in the mirror again, your mother slipping behind you. You felt your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress as hard as you could without ripping the expensive material. Your mother looked you over through the mirror as well, her own hands coming up to brush some stray hairs off your face and make sure nothing was lingering on your dress from its packaging. “I’m so proud of you, honey….” 

“I didn’t do anything,” you whispered.

“You did enough. You’ve done a lot for this family, you’ve been a trooper….” You inhaled a shaky breath, offering a small smile as your mother ran a hand along your arms. “The guests are starting to arrive. I’ll go see if the photographer is ready.” With a gentle kiss on your cheek, your mother waved off Jihyo before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. You heard Jihyo messing around with some of the cleanup in the room, leaving you to your thoughts for a few minutes as you stared at yourself. Hair up, dress corseted, make-up done. Something sparkled, and when you looked down, you admired the rock sitting prettily on your ring finger. The wedding band encircling the actual ring sparkled almost as bright as the main diamond, decorated with beautiful stones and silver plating. It was a dream to have a ring like that sitting on your finger. A small smile formed on your lips. 

“I wasn’t sure what kind of ring you’d like,” Mingyu said, turning his attention to you on the couch. You glance up at him, chopsticks stopping in midair with noodles hanging from them, dangling over your take-out box. The sight made Mingyu snort. “My father told me I could use an old family ring but I thought that was cheesy.”

Quickly, you slurped up your noodles and set the chopsticks down, turning your attention to him fully. “I think that’s kind of romantic, actually…” 

“You do?” His eyes went wide. “Shit, I need to call my dad.” You watched,  humor in your eyes as Mingyu scrambled for his phone. 

“Mingyu,” you said. When he turned his head, you lifted your hand, wiggling your fingers in his direction. “You get me whatever you think will look best. I have to wear it forever, after all.” Mingyu took your hand, pulling it closer to place a gentle kiss on the knuckles. Fondness filled your eyes as Mingyu set your hand back down, rubbing his thumb over the temporarily empty ring finger. 

“Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect for you and only you. Promise.” 

“You ready?” Jihyo asked, pulling your attention back to your friend. She was fixing her earrings in the mirror, hair blown out and settling nicely around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, smiling in excitement for the event waiting just downstairs. 

You felt your lips tug into a smile; what felt like two pins pressing into your cheeks to attempt to keep it there for the evening. “Yes,” you said. “I’m ready.” 

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“Mingyu, how do I look?” you asked, turning to him. Mingyu peeked up from his phone, smiling as he saw you walk over to the ornate, plush couch sitting in the middle of the large room. A photographer was standing across the room, setting up his camera. The taller male smiled warmly as you took your seat beside him, draping his arm over your shoulder. 

“Beautiful.” He said. “Do you have lots of make-up on?” When he saw you nod, he nodded, offering you a kiss through the air to not smear it. You covered your mouth to hide your laugh.

“Oh God, you’re such a dork!” you said, slapping his knee. The sound of your mother stepping into view beside the cameraman made you both look up. 

“Ready? We need to have these wedding invitations ready by the end of the week to send out.” she smiled, but you saw her eyes dart over her shoulder when Mingyu’s parents approached, pulling her attention. The photographer set himself up with his camera. With a nod of confirmation from both of you, he immediately got to work.

“Scoot together.” *Click* “Mingyu, sit up straighter.” *Click click*. “Stand up behind her with your hand on her shoulder.” *Click*

For thirty minutes you and Mingyu moved around the chair and its surrounding area like dolls, giggling and laughing as the photographer put you both in various poses. 

“This is a bit ridiculous,” you said. “All this for one photo?”

“It’s kind of fun,” Mingyu responded. “I feel like a celebrity.”

“You’re the son of an entertainment company owner. You already are a celebrity.” Mingyu laughed a bit, leaning back in the chair and draping his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer, resting back as well and taking a deep breath. “I can’t believe it’s happening in less than four months.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s going to be amazing.”

“You think so?” You glanced up at him. Mingyu nodded. As the two of you took some time to relax while the photographer prepared the next round of photos, your eyes looked up in the direction of your parents. Your mother's back was to you, but it didn’t take a genius to notice she was tense. Something was on her mind as she spoke to Mingyu’s parents, her arms darting every which way as she continued to speak. 

You just barely registered her piercing glance back to the scene before the photographer snapped another picture.

*Click*

The photographer was already snapping pictures as you headed down the steps from your room. Your family was already at the bottom, watching with tears in their eyes. You gripped your bouquet in your hands, each step a bit more hesitant than the last as you got closer to the bottom. Your eyes immediately fell to the closed double doors on your left when you had a second. The chatter of guests muffled the door making them sound more like buzzing bees than party guests. 

“Alright, everything is ready.” your mother grinned. “Are you excited? Oh, I’m gonna cry…” she wiped her eyes with a napkin she pulled perfectly out of her sleeve. “We’ll see you in there, alright?” You nodded, waving your mother and Jihyo off as they went into the room with the photographer. You inhaled, feeling your father come to your side and offer his arm. As you stared ahead at the door, you saw a black suit being fixed, a hand running through black hair, and a familiar smile. You inhaled deeply. 

“Everything is ready,” you said. The sound of music was heard through the doors, and they opened once again, allowing you and your father to head down the aisle. Immediately, the guests turned towards you, smiling at the beautiful bride as she floated down the aisle. Your eyes darted through the friends and family, smiling warmly and nodding your head as they gasped and waved you off. When you turned your head, you saw him, smiling his familiar lopsided grin in your direction.

“I’m so lucky I get to be the person marrying you. I never thought an arranged marriage would work out for me this way.”

“I love you so much!” 

Kim Mingyu.

Standing at the end of the farthest pew in the building. 

“Your engagement to Kim Mingyu is off!”

When the both of you locked eyes, even for a brief second, you saw his breath hitch, his eyes taking in your entire form. Time felt like it stopped in that moment, the both of you locked in on one another. 

“Mom!” 

“He and his entire family are nothing more than backstabbing narcissists!  I was wrong about them the entire time. I should have known entertainment moguls would try to pull a fast one on us!”

“Mom, you’re not making any sense.”

“I already told them. The engagement’s off..”

“It’s in three months!” 

“I don’t care!” She said. “No child of mine will be married to a son who will grow up to be exactly like their selfish parents!” 

When your father tugged at your arm gently, you turned your head back to him. You could see the gentle, almost sympathetic look in his eyes. He leaned to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead in hopes of easing your mind. 

You had tried desperately to change your mother's mind at first. Then, you tried to see Mingyu despite your mother’s refusal. Despite his parent's attempts to keep the two of you apart. The two of them said it was over between you. 

You were halfway down the aisle when you finally allowed yourself to look forward. A sharp sting was felt behind your eyes, but you managed to blink it away because you heard the photographer snapping pictures and you knew damn well you’d never allow him to catch you with runny mascara. With one deep breath, you gripped your bouquet and finally took a good look at the groom waiting for you at the end of the aisle. 

“Honey, I’d like you to meet Lee Jihoon.” Your mother said over a similar dining table, motioning to the well-dressed and handsome male across from you. He ran a hand through his hair, offering you a polite smile. You could see the nerves in his eyes. 

You were 21 now. Halfway through college, preparing to work for your mother, and still with no husband. Until now. 

“His father runs the Lee Tech Company. We’ve been in contact for a few months and we’re hoping the two of you hit it off.”

You offered Jihoon a smile, eyes flicking down to your plate as you moved the food around with your fork. Your mother talked family with the Lee family, and you felt a disgustingly intense sense of deja vu. Especially when Jihoon leaned over and smiled, a gentleness in his eyes that worked to ease your nerves.

“I heard about what happened…” he said softly. “I’m sorry. My parents told me I had to at least come and meet you.” You offered a polite chuckle. “If you’re uncomfortable I can tell them-.”

“No.” You said softly. “No, it’s okay,” you said softly. “It’s…it is what it is.” Jihoon frowned a bit as he watched you take a forkful of food into your lips. You looked at him. “Even if I wanted to try and get back with him….He’s been put in another marriage….I think of an actress from his father’s company.” 

Jihoon hissed, which made you cover your mouth to laugh. “Ah, I’m sorry!”

“No. It’s okay…” you said again. As your parents directed your attention back to them, you offered one more look at Jihoon before wondering if this one would end similarly to Mingyu’s. Loved and lost in six months. 

That didn’t happen, and you found yourself standing in front of Jihoon, who fixed his suit and offered you a kind smile. When you looked at the man to your right, he offered you a smile, squeezing your hand in reassurance. It worked for a few seconds before the priest started talking and you zoned out the entire wedding. 

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The party was just as lavish as the wedding, in the same building, decorated to the nines. You and Jihoon were put in the center, at a long table overlooking the dance floor and the guests surrounding you. Your eyes must have been darting left and right because Jihoon gently put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Looking for someone?” he asked, a small smile on his face. You looked over at him, not needing to respond for him to know the answer. “I saw him go outside after we left the other room.” 

“I see,” you said. Your eyes fluttered back to the tables where guests were mingling and drinking, happy in the union they got to witness. Jihoon leaned back in his chair. 

“I’m-.”

“Don’t,” you said, finally offering a gentle smile. “It’s okay. You know that.” Jihoon’s eyes flickered in uncertainty, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “We should be celebrating. Let me get some fresh air, then let’s dance or something.”

Jihoon laughed a bit, sipping his drink and nodding. “I’ll be looking forward to watching you make a complete fool of yourself.” he teased. You scoffed, standing up and smoothing out your dress. 

“I’ll have you know I bought my dress specifically to dance in,” you said. Jihoon laughed. 

“Aren’t you corseted?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he scanned your dress. You waved him off as you headed out the back doors, towards the balcony. 

You rested against the balcony of the back patio, staring up at the sky. You could hear the muffled party through the glass doors, and you sighed, resting your chin in your hand. It wasn’t supposed to be this way….it just wasn’t. 

It took a few seconds of being lost in thought for you to hear your name being called, and when you turned, you saw Mingyu resting against the door, even glowing in the moonlight. He smiled sweetly. “You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you…” you said softly. You watched him approach you, hands in your pockets. He stopped just beside one of the patio tables, keeping a comfortable distance between you. “I can’t stay too long but…I wanted to make sure I saw you.” 

You looked up at the other and felt a genuine smile form on your lips. “Thank you. I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would.”

“Jihoon-hyung told me I should,” he said. “At first I thought he was trying to rub it in my face but he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. I think he knew it’d mean a lot to you.”

“It does.” You said gently. A moment of silence fell between you and you shifted in your spot, rubbing your hands together. Mingyu put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. Mingyu looked at you, smiling a bit. “I’m sorry for my mother and…everything that happened….I could have done more.”

“I could have too,” he said gently. “But we were young…we were only 18..” 

“I know,” you said softly. “And Jihoon is great but….you should be there with me.” Mingyu smiled a hint of sadness in the way his lips turned up. 

“Don’t say that,” he whispered. 

“It’s true.” You said quickly. Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. The silence returned, thicker this time. “I’m sorry…” you said again. Mingyu only nodded this time. “I hope…that down the line…we can work together without any arguments. Whatever happened to our parents has nothing to do with us.” 

“I agree,” he assured. “I look forward to working with you.” he stuck his hand out. You hesitated, but took his hand and shook it. Mingyu hesitated, lifting your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. You saw his eyes flash towards the ring on your finger and smiled. “That’s beautiful. Jihoon-hyung did a great job picking it out.”

You nodded, your hand dropping from his hold though the touch still lingered. “Thank you.” You said softly. “...I love you.” You said. “I always will. And I wish things could be different.” 

“...I love you too,” he assured. Mingyu smiled, waving you off before heading off the patio, down the steps, and seemingly out to the front of the venue. You watched him for a few seconds, craning your neck to see if you could see him again. 

The door to the party flung open, and your mother smiled in your direction. “Come on honey! You can’t miss your wedding! We’re about to do the cake!” A pause and her smile dropped a bit. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated. “Yeah Mom, I’m coming,” you said, before following her inside and closing the door. As you were led to the cake, you saw Jihoon fixing his tie while he waited. He smiled as you came to his side, offering you the cutting knife. As the party turned their attention to the both of you, you looked back out towards the balcony, now empty. You gripped the cutting knife, the knuckles Mingyu kissed turning white. 

“What kind of wedding do you think we’ll have, Mingyu?” 

“Did you see him?” Jihoon asked, making you look over. He glanced in your direction as you nodded.

“I did,” you said gently. 

[wooahaeruby]

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☆Series☆

One Soul, One Heart

This series will include 12 part series for the members of Seventeen. Note that there are only 12, VerKwan will be a joint story (To You explains why).

List of Seventeen's Soul Bonds

S.Coups/Seungcheol:  All colors in the world got muted and dull Jeonghan:  On the palm of their hand has a counter of how many times they have passed each other. Joshua: Being next to soulmate heals injuries quickly and the injuries that the other gets will leave a scar that appears on the other soulmate’s body Junhui: Both have '5201314' tattooed on them, meaning 'I love you forever' in Chinese text slang Wonwoo: They each have a notebook where they can write back and forth to one another. They can’t give any personal identifiers, but can still communicate things about themselves. Hoshi/Soonyoung: Craves whatever type of food their soulmate is craving (salty food, sweet food, spicy, etc) and a timer Woozi/Jihoon: Countdown timer and the ability to feel soulmate's emotions. DK/Seokmin: Hearing the song the other has stuck in their head. Mingyu: Black and white tattoo that is assumed to bloom with color when he meets his soulmate (Possible change to this) The 8/Minghao: Can hear each other's thoughts in their head/can communicate telepathically. VerKwan: Countdown timers x2 Chan/Dino: Each other's zodiac constellation 'tattooed' on their skin.

☆Finished Works☆

To You

Jihoon/Woozi x Reader

Ao3 Link

Soulmate AU, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn Fluff

Fallin' Flower

I cowrote this with @doahaesunshine

?? X Reader

AO3 Link

Magic AU, Fantasy AU, Trauma, Depression, Manipulation, Angst

☆Works In Progress☆

Blood Stained Hands

Jeonghan x Reader x Joshua (Maybe more? hehe)

Ao3 Link

Mafia AU, Violence, Non-Major Character Death, Mentions of Drugs, graphic depictions of violence, revenge Ft. Ateez, Stray Kids, TXT, Dreamcatcher, and others

Started / WIPS but all private currently as I work

Fallin' Flower Vol. 2

Volume 2 of Fallin' Flower, DoahaeSunshine is working on it and I have been helping/going to be editing once more is written.

Unnamed Seungcheol Soulmate AU (next after BSH)

Soulmate AU, Teacher, Single Mom

Unnamed Wonwoo Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Streamers/Influencers AU

Unnamed VerKwan Soulmate AU

Soulmate AU, Idol AU

Unnamed Yeosang Soulmate AU

Magic, Mythical Creatures/Beings

Unnamed Jongho Soulmate AU

I basically am making To You but ATZ and a funnier MC and Ofc different plot

Unnamed SVT Story

Magic, Mythical Creatures/Beings, Multi-Dimension, Poly

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Together-Forever – Woozi (PSF #7)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, supernatural, romance

Prompt: Porch Swing (@flufftober)

Word Count: 7,632

Pairing: Reader x Woozi

World: Seventeen

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Woozi was a workaholic, always putting his everything into his work. He didn’t want to disappoint his fellow members or the fans that supported them, so he was hyper critical of himself and his craft. He worked hard to improve every single day, but even he had his limits.

He was exhausted, physically and mentally, and he needed a break. More importantly, he felt guilty toward you. You’ve been dating him for a little over a year now and you never once complained about his schedule or the fact that you rarely saw him. You understood long before you started dating that he wouldn’t be readily available to you and that was okay.

As long as he left his heart with you, you could handle the long stints away from him. He knew that because you made sure to remind him often, knowing how he could obsess over such things. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He felt as if you deserved better than he could offer and yet he couldn’t let you go.

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You stifled a yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you sat in the break room, a half-eaten sandwich sitting in front of you. Kiyoung, your best friend, was sitting next to you at the round table, bent over his phone as he tried to beat the same level he had been working on for twenty minutes.

“Damn it,” he scowled at the Game Over screen, readjusting the glasses on his face. “This level is way too hard. I hate this game.”

“You keep saying that yet you keep playing it,” you pointed out, earning a scoff.

“Of course. I love this game.”

“That’s a mood,” you laughed, not unfamiliar with hating and loving a game at the same time. You believed that only true gamers experience love-hate relationships with their games. “Want me to try?”

“No!” He pulled the phone away when you reached for it. “There’s no point if I don’t beat it myself.”

“Whatever you say, man.” You shrugged, reaching for your drink when your phone started to vibrate.

It was a text from Woozi, asking how your day has been going. You smiled warmly as you composed a reply.

<;- There haven’t been many customers today. The most exciting thing to happen is Kiyoung threatening to murder his game. How are you, babe?

His reply was almost instantaneous. 

-> He really needs a new hobby. I’m doing good, though Dino and Hoshi broke cracked one of the practice mirrors when they were horsing around.

You snorted at the visual, not the least bit surprised.

<;- Oh, jeez. Got your hands full as always it sounds like. Try not to murder anyone ♡

-> No promises 🙂

-> I have a surprise for you when I get home.

You grinned, feeling excited and curious. Before you could reply, though, he sent another message.

-> No, I’m not going to tell you what it is so don’t ask. It wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.

You pouted at the message, hating how he could always read your mind.

<;- Stay out of my head 😡 it’s rude!

He didn’t reply and you assumed he had gotten busy again. You glanced at the clock, smacking Kiyoung on the arm. “Lunch is over. Back to work.”

He groaned in frustration. “But I’m so close to beating this level!”

“You said that ten minutes ago, my guy.”

“Stop judging me, it’s hard okay!”

“Sure, sure. If you wanna get yelled at, feel free.” You patted his shoulder before throwing away your trash and clocking back in. Working at a grocery store wasn’t a super demanding job, at least not for you. You spent most of your time alone restocking the shelves or changing prices.

Customers would occasionally ask you where something was but that was the extent of human interaction for you, outside of your own co-workers. You found your mind straying toward Woozi’s text, trying to figure out what the surprise was. It was driving you nuts because you were an impatient and overly curious individual. Waiting was the bane of your existence. So was not knowing.

You were so tempted to message him asking for a hint, but you knew it would be pointless. He was more stubborn than you were and you easily broke when it came to him. The two of you rarely ever argued, but he usually won when you did simply because his will was stronger than yours.

With your focus elsewhere, you weren’t paying attention when you set down a box of soup cans, setting them a little too far to the side. The box tipped over, the cans hitting the linoleum floor and scattering across the floor. You winced as the loud sound echoed throughout the quiet store, causing patrons to look at you in surprise.

Kiyoung snickered at you, not stopping as he restocked the boxed mac-n-cheese. “You are so getting yelled at for that.”

“Shut up and help me before -“

“Yah! What are you kids doing?!”

You winced again as the store’s manager came rushing over, his sandals slapping against the floor. He was Woozi’s height and twice his age but this man was terrifying. You had no proof, but you and Kiyoung were convinced that he had been part of the mafia in his younger years.

You offered him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck. “It was an accident…”

“Do you think money grows on trees, huh? What would you do if they broke open?!” He scolded, wagging his finger at you.

“I would pay for them out of my check, sir,” you answered without missing a beat, holding his gaze.

He sized you up, narrowing his eyes. A moment of tense silence passed by before he nodded. “Good. I’ve taught you brats well. Now clean this up and be more careful!”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as he disappeared, Kiyoung burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. You scowled at him, resisting the urge to chuck a can at his head. As hard as his head is, it would probably bust open for sure if you did that. 

“I hope you never beat that level.”

His laughter died abruptly as he gasped, staring at you in horror. “You’re evil! Cruel! Heartless!”

It was your turn to snicker at him.

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You sighed with relief as you stepped into your apartment, the cool air of the AC wrapping around your body. It’s not like it wasn’t cool outside, as well, but your apartment was much colder. People often joked about it, saying you must have been a polar bear in a past life which you could get behind because those guys are pretty neat.

The smell of food filled the apartment and you grinned, rushing to the kitchen. Woozi stood in front of the stove with his hack to you, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. You snuck up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as your chin rested on his shoulder.

“It smells amazing,” you praised. “You didn’t have to cook, though. I’m sure you’re tired.”

He leaned into your touch, free hand resting over your own. “I don’t mind. How was work?”

You thought about the can incident but decided it wasn’t exciting enough to mention. “Same old same. What about you? Did Hoshi and Dino get in trouble for the mirror?”

“They got scolded by both S.Coups and our manager,” chuckled Woozi.

“Ah, I see.” You pulled away, leaning against the counter beside him with your arms folded over your chest. You tried not to look too excited. “So~ You had something to tell me?”

“Did I?” He feigned innocence, quirking a brow at you.

You scowled. “Don’t be a sadist, you know it’s been driving me crazy all day.”

The corners of his lips twitched upward and he held out the spatula to you. “Watch the food. Don’t let it burn.”

“I make no promises.” As soon as you took it from him, he disappeared down the hall. You focused on the food in the pan, glancing over your shoulders every few seconds. 

Woozi returned with a pamphlet in his hand. “Here, look at this.”

You exchanged the spatula for the pamphlet, looking at it curiously. It was an advertisement for a cabin getaway in the woods. It seemed peaceful and the images were beautiful, but why was he showing you this? You sent him a confused look.

“Let’s go away together.”

“Eh? But… what about your work?” 

“I need a break,” he admitted, running a hand through his black hair. “It was approved this morning. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I definitely want to. It sounds amazing,” you grinned, throwing your arms around him. “I just want to make sure you’ll be okay. Do you really want to go or are you just doing it because you feel bad for being away?”

“Both.” He turned the stove off, setting the pan aside so the food wouldn’t burn. He turned toward you, hands finding your hips. “I’ve wanted to go there with you for a while now but something kept coming up. I’ve made sure that we can be together uninterrupted for the next week and a half.”

You brushed the hair away from his forehead. “Then what are we waiting on? Let’s go!”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “We have to pack first.”

“Then let’s get packing!”

“What about dinner? It’s going to get cold.”

“That’s what microwaves exist for.”

Woozi scowled at you, pinching your side lightly. “You are not reheating my food in the microwave. We’ll eat first and then pack, okay?”

“Fine~” You pecked his lips. “Thank you for cooking, baby.”

His lips slid upward, cheeks dusting with the faintest of blushes. He had never stated it outright, but he adored it when you called him that, even more so when you added my before it. You had picked up on this, of course, and you adored the way he reacted to it. 

Knowing you had such an effect on him with a single word filled you with joy and pride.

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“Babe, wake up!” You shook Woozi but he just grunted, rolling over so his back was facing you. 

You scowled at the disrespect, deciding to flop on top of him. He shifted again, lying on his stomach with his cheek against the pillow. You wrapped your arms around his waist, cheek resting against his shoulder blades.

“Come on, wake up~! We gotta get to the cabin.”

“What time is it?” He muttered, voice husky from sleep.

“Uh,” you lifted your head to glance at the clock before resting on him again. “4:30.”

“You’re joking,” he groaned, covering his face with his hand. “My first day off and you wake me up at 4:30…”

“Well, when you put it like that, I feel guilty,” you frowned. You had been so excited about the trip that you barely slept and as soon as you woke up, you couldn’t go back to sleep. You hadn’t stopped to consider that he probably needed the extra rest.

“Move,” he ordered, waving his hand at you.

You obeyed, pushing yourself up and off him. “I’m sorry.”

Woozi hummed, pressing his palm against your stomach until you laid down on your back. He wasted no time falling on top of you, face buried in your chest and arms around your waist. You returned the embrace, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered softly. “The cabin isn’t going anywhere.” 

You knew sleep was impossible for you because you were already wide awake, but you decided to let him use you as a pillow. You waited until his breathing evened out before reaching for your phone, keeping yourself occupied by scrolling through Tumblr and watching videos with the sound muted.

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You stepped out of the car, breathing in the clear autumn air. The cabin was surrounded by tall pine trees as far as the eye could see, nearly bare as most of the leaves had fallen. The ground was covered with them, creating a sea of orange, brown and red.

The cabin itself wasn’t very large but that was fine with you. It was just the two of you, after all, so you didn’t require a lot of space. A large lake sat in front of the cabin, the sun reflecting off of the clear water. It was breathtakingly beautiful and so quiet, a far cry from big city life.

“I think I want to live here,” you breathed out, watching a couple of birds as they hopped among the branches, chirping cheerfully. “Can we live here?”

Woozi chuckled as he grabbed the bags, shutting the trunk. “Let’s see if you still feel that way after a week with no Wi-Fi.”

“Eh? No Wi-Fi?” You cried, following after him. “The guy said it was spotty, not non-existent!”

He hummed, the wooden stairs creaking under his weight. “If they said that, less people would come.”

You frowned, tugging your phone from your pocket. “Ha! I have a bar of… service… shit.”

He snickered, sending you an I-told-you-so look before heading inside. 

You followed with a sigh, closing the door behind you. “Good thing I brought a book with me.”

“Only because I told you to.”

“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was. All that matters is that I made the choice to bring it.”

“Mhm, whatever helps you sleep better, darling.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at the pet name, watching him disappear down the hall. The inside of the cabin was completely open, the only walls belonging to those of the bedroom and bathroom. A fireplace sat against the right wall in front of the sofa. Two large bookcases sat on either side of it, filled to the brim with books.

“Ooo,” you rushed over, scanning the spines. Most of them were books about nature – fishing manuals, books identifying birds, a guide to insects, a survival guide for all occasions. All of them were educational, making you frown. Where were the murder mysteries? The thrillers?

A cabin in the woods is the perfect place to read a spooky story. “Talk about a missed opportunity,” you muttered. 

Directly across from the front door was the kitchen, separated by a small island. It wasn’t very big but it had all of the necessities, including a microwave. You headed down the hall into the bedroom, finding Woozi folding and putting away the clothes into the dresser.

The bed was large, the comforter looking fluffy and inviting. With a grin, you rushed forward and threw yourself onto the bed, releasing a happy sigh. 

“It’s like I’m laying on a cloud.”

Woozi scowled at you, smacking your thigh lightly before bending down to pick up the bag you had knocked off the bed, it’s contents spilling out across the wooden floor. Something caught his eye under the bed and he reached for it curiously.

“Look at this.”

“Hm?” You lifted your head as he stood up, holding an old newspaper. “Where did you get that? Did you pack it by accident?”

“It was under the bed.”

You sat up, folding your legs beneath you as he handed it over to you. The paper was thin, feeling as if it were going to crumble in your hands. He sat beside you, peering over your shoulder as you read it.

“October 8th, 1851. Seoulhaven headless rider spotted again. The folks of Seoulhaven are no strangers to paranormal sightings, but none are more consistent than the Headless Rider. Recorded sightings date back to the early 1500s, though no evidence exists to prove the existence of this paranormal creature and/or phenomenon.”

You exchanged a look with Woozi before continuing.

“A witness reported seeing a strange flickering light in the woods late one night along with terrifying moans of pain. Believing someone to be injured, she rushed toward the sound only to find a headless man atop a black horse. Despite having no head, the witness claims that he was talking, asking for his head. The witness refused to provide their name but insists that they are not making up this story.”

You hummed with interest, looking at the drawing they had included of the Headless Rider. “Hey, do you think it’s true?”

“Of course, it’s not.” He shook his head, standing up to resume his task. “People can’t live without their head.”

“But what if he’s not a person? If he’s a spirit, then -“

“It’s impossible, darling. If spirits existed, they wouldn’t have a corporeal form which means they couldn’t lose their head.”

You clicked your tongue, frowning at the newspaper. “Such a buzzkill.”

“Sorry.” He copied your frown, feeling a bit guilty for ruining your mood. He tugged the paper from your hands before cupping your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

Your hands found his waist, tugging him closer, the legend completely forgotten.

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You stared up at the dark ceiling, listening to the loud tick, took of the clock ha ging on the wall. Woozi was asleep beside you, snoring softly as he had been for the past four hours. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep and you had no idea why.

You glanced at your boyfriend, brushing the hair from his eyes with a smile. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, wincing when the bright light flooded your face. Not a single bar of signal. 

With a sigh, you slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to wake up Woozi as you did so. You grabbed the murder mystery book from your bag before heading outside, settling down on the porch swing. The night was chilly and eerily quiet, broken only by the sound of an owl hooting in the distance. The moon was full, providing plenty of light for you to read.

You swung lightly as you read, getting lost in the mystery that the book spun. As soon as you felt confident about who the murderer was, the book would throw a curveball. This left you scratching your head and questioning everything you thought you knew.

Back inside, Woozi reached out for you, seeking the warmth your body offered. When he couldn’t find you, he lifted his head to find your side of the bed empty and cold. He rubbed at his eyes, pulling himself out of bed.

“Darling?”

No response. 

After checking the bathroom, he stepped out onto the porch, wrapping his arms around his body as the cold wind rushed past. His eyes fell on you and he sighed at your lack of coat. You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t notice him until he put a blanket around your shoulders.

“What are you doing up?”

He sent you a tired look as he sat beside you on the swing, bringing the other half of the blanket around his body. “I should be asking you that.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder. “And my phone had no signal.”

He snorted, an amused smile on his face. “Still want to live here?”

You thought about it for a moment, slipping your hand into his. “As long as you’re here, I don’t need Wi-Fi.”

He quickly looked away to hide his warm cheeks, squeezing your hand. “You wouldn’t last a month.”

“Che. You have no faith in me, how sad.”

“Because I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Why would I pay attention to myself when I have someone so beautiful in front of me?” You grinned, adoring the way he sputtered, his cheeks darkening another shade.

“I swear you exist just to flustered me,” he muttered, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It’s such a fun job, honestly.”

Woozi just hummed in reply, resting his head against yours.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as cuddled under the blanket, swinging back and forth gently. It honestly felt like a dream to you, one you never wanted to wake up from. Having no Wi-Fi sucked, sure, but if it meant you got to live here with Woozi, you’d gladly accept it.

There was a flicker of light from the corner of your eye and you lifted your head, glancing at the treeline but there was nothing there. You figured it was probably just the darkness messing with your eyes or the glare of an animal’s eyes when they caught the moonlight.

As you started to look away, though, you saw it again. You stood up quickly, squinting at the darkness.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you see that?”

Woozi frowned, tugging the blanket around him before stepping up beside you. “See what? There’s nothing -“

There it was again, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

“You’re seeing this, right?” You inquired, afraid to look away in case it disappeared again.

“Yeah… I think we should go inside – oi, where are you going?!” Woozi rushed after you as you started toward the treeline. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, a scowl on his face. “Do you always have to be so reckless? You have no idea what or who that is.”

“That’s the point of going to find out, babe.”

“Don’t babe me. There’s no way we’re going into those woods.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

“No.”

You sighed heavily. “Fine.”

“Good.” He cast a weary look at the treeline before starting toward the cabin.

As soon as his grip loosened, you yanked your arm free and took off toward the light.

“Yah!” Woozi yelled your name, rushing after you. Normally, he was faster than you, but he wasn’t wearing any shoes and the ground was littered with twigs and small rocks. “Shit!” He cursed, wincing when he stepped on a particularly sharp twig.

You, however, were wearing your favorite pair of flip flops so the terrain was no issue for you. When you finally got close to the light, you slowed to a stop, leaning against a large tree. You were breathing heavily, breaths coming out in puffs of white smoke.

A painful moan filled the night, echoing through the trees.

Your brow furrowed. It was faint, but you could see an outline of something moving in the distance. Woozi finally caught up, an annoyed look on his face.

“I might actually kill you -“

You slapped your hand over his mouth, bringing your finger over your lips to indicate he should be quiet. His brow furrowed in confusion. It was then that you realized the moaning had stopped. Curious, you peered at the darkness but the outline was gone, the forest as silent as the grave.

Suddenly, a headless man appeared in front of you and you screamed loudly. You threw your arms around Woozi, squishing his head against your chest. He wasn’t sure if you were trying to comfort yourself or him.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry! I did not mean to frighten you, child.”

You blinked dumbly as the man took a step back, his transparent hands raised in surrender. He was dressed like he just stepped out of a historical re-enactment but his entire body was a faint blue and mostly transparent.

“Uh… babe?”

“Yeah?” breathed Woozi, unsure how to feel in this situation.

“He’s… talking to us, right?”

“I think so.”

“He doesn’t have a head, though…”

“I know.”

“Fear not,” stated the man as he placed one arm across his chest and the other behind his back before bowing. “I shall not harm you.”

Woozi tapped your arm and you realized that you were still squeezing him tightly. You gave him an apologetic look as you released him, turning to face the man.

“Are you… the Headless Rider?” you wondered.

“I am, indeed.” He held out his hand. “Sir Reginald Jun Kim, at your service.”

You hesitantly reached out, fingers brushing against his palm. Though you touched nothing solid, your fingers felt cold and his hand blurred like a TV losing its signal. “Trippy.”

“Oh my. It has been so long that I have met another that I had forgotten I can not touch the living.”

Woozi scoffed, folding his arms over his chest and eyeing the man wearily. “How do you forget something like that?”

“Well, if I recall correctly, the last time I attempted to touch a living being was over one hundred years ago,” he replied, sadness in his voice.

“I have so many questions,” you muttered, feeling excited at this discovery. “I don’t know where to start.”

Woozi grabbed your arm, attempting to tug you back away from the man, his voice tense. “We should leave him to his business, darling.”

You hummed, not budging an inch. You were far too interested. “What exactly is your business? Why do you haunt these woods? How old are you? How did you die?”

Woozi pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. Did you not realize how dangerous this situation was?

Reginald laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the trees. “My, you are a curious one, are you not?”

“Annoyingly so,” muttered Woozi.

“I will do the best to answer your questions in the order in which you asked them.” He folded his arms behind him, straightening his back. “My business is to find my missing head. I haunt these woods because this is where my head lies. I am 893 as of two days ago -“

“Oh, happy late birthday!” You grinned, earning a look from your boyfriend.

“Why, thank you, dear. As for your last question, I was slain by the woman who cursed me.”

“You’re cursed? How come?”

A heavy sigh came from him as he turned to face the lake, half hidden by the trees. “Her name was Yongsun and she was a beautiful young woman. We grew up together, as thick as thieves, some might say.”

He slowly made his way toward the water and you followed without hesitation. Woozi grabbed the back of your shirt with a scowl, staying close in case something happened. Though, he wasn’t too sure there was anything he could do should this man choose to attack.

Reginald stopped at the lake’s edge where an old wooden bench sat. You brushed off the dirt and leaves from it before settling down, Woozi beside you. He was grateful to be off his feet and he scowled, brushing away the leaves that clung to his skin.

“She fell in love with me, it seems, though my heart belonged to another – her younger sister. When she learned of this, she flew into a rage, demanding that we stop seeing each other. We both refused, of course, for we were deep in love and…”

“And what?” You prompted, leaning toward him. 

“She was with child. My child.” He said it proudly yet his words were laced with so much sadness that it made your heart ache. “When Yongsun learned of this, she did the unthinkable – she resorted to witchcraft to punish us both. She cut off my head while I slept. I felt not a thing.”

“That’s horrible,” you scowled, folding your arms over your chest. “What a bitch.”

Woozi smacked your thigh lightly, clicking his tongue. “Language.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“That’s not funny.”

You snickered, taking his hand in yours before turning back to the spirit. “What happened to the sister?”

“I do not know. I have searched for that answer for many years but I fear it has been lost to time.”

“How did you come to realize you had been cursed?”

“When I rose from the grave a week later. I was myself, yet I was not. Alive, yet dead. She was sitting in front of my grave with a slain goat and a book of dark magic. ‘I have cursed you for all eternity,’ she told me. ‘You will wander here until time stops and the world dies, unless you can find what you have lost.’“

“What a bitch,” you scoffed, ignoring Woozi’s look. “I hate her.”

“I wish I could,” he admitted softly. “I have tried to hate her, but I simply cannot.”

“You’re better than me. I’d never forgive her.”

“I have not forgiven her, make no mistake. I simply cannot hate her for her actions. If I did so, I would be no different than she. I would be giving in to the same darkness that corrupted her once pure heart.”

You exchanged a look with Woozi, both of you surprised by just how deep his words were. 

“And so, here I remain,” He held his arms out on either side of him. “Searching endlessly for the head I have lost so that I may finally find peace.”

You frowned at Woozi, squeezing his hand.

Without a word, he knew what you wanted. He shook his head, lowering his voice to a whisper as he leaned closer to you. “Absolutely not. We’ve entertained this long enough.”

“Think about it,” you whispered back. “He’s been searching for so long, alone in these woods. He lost the love of his life, he was betrayed by his best friend and then he was cursed to wander alone. We have to help him.”

“We don’t even know if finding his head will free him. Plus, he’s been searching these woods for centuries and hasn’t found it. What makes you think we can find it?”

“Because we’re together,” you grinned, squeezing his hand again. “And together, we can do anything.”

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m putting my foot down. We are not doing this. We are going back to the cabin and we’re going to enjoy the rest of our vacation as if this never happened.” He stood up from the bench, wincing when he stepped on a rock.

You stood up as well, wrapping your arms around him. “Please, Jihoon?”

“No.”

“Please, baby?”

He shifted his weight, shaking his head no but you knew his resolve was breaking.

“Please?” You nuzzled against the side of his neck,  lips ghosting over his skin. “My baby.”

He groaned in frustration as his resolve completely shattered with those two words, almost as if they were magic. “Fine, but we’re only going to look until the sun rises, then we go back to our vacation.”

“Thank you!” You grinned, pecking his cheek.

Reginald chuckled softly. “You appear to have some magical affinity, as well, my dear.”

“Only with him,” you laughed. “Do you have any idea where the head might be?”

“I do not. I feel as though I have wandered all across this land without success.”

“Great, so we’re searching blind,” sighed Woozi, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to go get my shoes, don’t you dare move.”

You chuckled at his stern look, giving him a nod.

He started to walk away but paused, glaring at the spirit. “If you do anything, I swear I will find a way to bring you back to life just so I can murder you myself.”

Reginald held up his ghostly hands in surrender. “You have my word, my dear sir.”

You hummed thoughtfully, holding your chin as you paced back and forth in front of the bench. “Did she give you any clues? Any hints?”

“No.”

“Did you check your grave?”

“It was the first place I looked.”

You hummed again, mulling over everything he had told you thus far. “She was super upset because she loved you but you didn’t love her… did she confess to you? Or did you find out when she got angry?”

“She confessed.”

You snapped your fingers, eyes widening as you turned to him. “Do you remember where she confessed?”

“Why, yes. It is not far from here, in fact.”

“I bet that’s it! Let’s go!”

“Your boyfriend was quite clear about waiting here for him.”

You frowned, looking in the direction of the cabin but there was no sign of Woozi. You couldn’t stand still, practically bouncing on the spot with excitement. “Ugh! He’s taking too long!”

“Well… perhaps I could leave Sato here to wait for him.”

“Sato?” Your brow furrowed. “Is there another spirit here?”

“There is.” He cleared his throat before whistling loudly.

You had no idea how this was possible without his head but, for the sake of your brain, you chose not to question it. Something told you he wouldn’t be able to answer you anyway.

There was a high-pitched neigh in the distance before a large, spectral horse jumped down from the hell behind you, trotting over to his master. Reginald chuckled, patting the horse gently atop its head. “I require you to wait here for Sir Woozi to return. When he does, bring him to me.”

Sato neighed, nodding his head. Part of you was disappointed that the horse didn’t start speaking.

“Excellent. Follow me, then.”

You offered the horse a smile before following him deeper into the woods. Between the full moon above and the ethereal glow of his body, you had no problem seeing where you were going.

He led you to a clearing deep in the woods where a tall cherry tree sat, its branches completely bare. Even naked, it was beautiful and felt almost magical to you.

“This is where she confessed,” he explained as he stood directly beneath the overhanging branches.

“Well, time to get digging, I suppose,” you muttered, kneeling on the cold earth and sticking your fingers into the dirt. 

He kneeled in front of you, copying your motions. Though he didn’t touch the ground, clumps of diet were lifted up and tossed to the side, forming a pile beside him.

“That’s so wicked,” you muttered, amazed by the magic being performed in front of you. “Is that, like, a dead person thing or a curse thing?”

He paused thoughtfully for a moment. “I am not quite sure. I have never given it thought before this moment.”

“Ah, I see.”

It felt as if you dug for ages before you heard the sound of hooves slapping the ground, growing steadily in volume as Sato rushed toward the two of you. To your surprise, Woozi was riding on his back, looking a bit uncomfortable at riding a dead horse.

“Holy shit,” you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet. “How are you riding him?”

“I have no idea,” he scowled as the horse came to a stop in front of you. “Give me your hand.”

You wiped your hands on your pants to remove some of the dirt before holding them out to him, helping him off the creature’s back. With a loud neigh, his body dissolved into nothingness.

“Shit, did he die?” You questioned with wide eyes. “Again, I mean.”

Reginald chuckled, continuing to dig. The lower half of his body was in the hole. “Fear not, he will be fine. Manifesting so that he can be ridden is quite taxing, you see. He simply needs to rest and he will be right as rain.”

“That’s good,” you sighed in relief, hand over your heart. You tried to return to digging but Woozi stopped you, scowling at you.

“I told you to wait for me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just… I had an idea and I got excited!”

“You’re too reckless! What if something happened?”

“But it didn’t. I’m perfectly fine, see?” You held your arms out with a grin and his eyes scanned your body before sighing.

“Any luck?”

It was Reginald who answered. “I am afraid not. The hole is quite deep yet I do not feel my head at all. It is not here, I fear.”

“Wait… you can feel it?” inquired Woozi with a furrowed brow.

“Faintly, yes. It is certainly in this area, but I cannot seem to narrow it down.”

“Well, what else is in the area that could be significant?” 

He pulled himself out of the hole, humming in thought. “This tree where she confessed her love to me. My grave, which I have already checked -“

“Wait a minute,” you held up your hand to stop him. “Just your grave?”

“Well, no. It is a graveyard.”

You and Woozi exchanged a look, clearly thinking the same thing.

“Unless you can find what you lost,” you repeated the words he had told you, Woozi finishing the thought. 

“I don’t think it’s your head you need to find.”

“Whatever do you mean, Sir Woozi?”

“It wasn’t just your head you lost,” he spoke softly, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced at you. 

“Your lover and child,” you whispered with a frown. “Are they… in this graveyard?”

For several moments, Reginald was silent and still, not moving an inch. The two of you exchanged a concerned look but, before you could question him, he turned on his heel and took off through the woods.

“O-Oi! Wait for us!” You grabbed Woozi’s hand before taking chase, struggling to keep up with him since he could float rather than run.

By the time he stopped, both of you were breathing heavily and you had to lean against the rusted iron bars surrounding the graveyard. You could just faintly see his glowing form at the other end of the graveyard.

“Are we really doing this?” Woozi huffed, hand on his hip and a tired expression on his face. “Digging in the woods is one thing, but digging in a cemetery? That’s a crime. If we get caught…”

You knew what he was thinking. As an idol, if he was caught and arrested for grave robbing, his company would most likely fire him or, at the very least, remove him from Seventeen activities for the foreseeable future. His job was everything to him and you weren’t sure how he would handle being removed prematurely from it.

You cupped his pale cheeks gently, kissing his forehead. “Go back to the cabin, baby.”

“What? You want me to leave you here?” He scoffed, eyes hard. “That’s not going to happen.”

“If you get caught, it’ll be bad -“

“And you think it won’t be if you get caught?”

“Not as bad, no. I don’t have a career on the line, you do. Let me handle this, okay?” You started to pull away but he stopped you, his hand covering your own.

“No. We do this together or we don’t do it at all.”

“Are you sure…?”

“Like you said,” he smiled lovingly at you, eyes filled with warmth and love. “Together, we can do anything.”

You grinned proudly, claiming his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, darling. Now let’s get this over with so we can get back to our vacation.”

You snickered, nodding at him before climbing through the hole in the fence, heading toward Reginald. He was standing in front of a small headstone, vines growing from the cracks. There was no name or date listed upon it.

“Are you okay?” you asked him softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I must…” His voice trembled as he sank to his knees, beginning to move the dirt. “I must know.”

Exchanging a look, the two of you kneeled on the ground and started to help him dig. It didn’t take long at all to reach the remains because they weren’t buried very far down, nor were they inside a box. The skeleton sat in the fetal position, clutching the tiny remains of a premature infant.

You swallowed hard, looking away because it was simply too hard to look at. Woozi put his arm around you, gently rubbing your upper arm.

Reginald’s shoulders trembled as soft sobs left him. “My beloved Eunsoo… my beautiful child… my family…” He reached out, fingers brushing against the pendant around her neck. Rather than going through it like it should have, he was able to grasp a hold of it, lifting it from the grave and clutching it to his chest.

“I’m sorry, Reginald,” you told him softly, reaching for his shoulder but your fingers went right through him. You tried to find the words to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay but you knew it would be a lie. All you could do was apologize – for what had happened to him and for being unable to help him. “I’m so sorry.”

Woozi squeezed your shoulder, resting his head against yours as he whispered, “We tried, darling.”

“I just wish we could do more…”

“I know.”

The sun was slowly starting to rise on the horizon, the sky lighting up.

“There’s nothing more we can do.”

You frowned at him, noticing the sadness lingering in his own eyes. Despite having been against the idea, you knew he also felt disappointed and upset at the failure. “We can’t just leave him like this.” You motioned toward the sobbing spirit and Woozi mirrored your frown.

He knew you were right, but he had no idea what either of you could do.

“Don’t cry, my love.“

Your head snapped to the side, eyes widening as you smacked Woozi’s arm repeatedly. “Are you seeing this?!”

“I see it, now stop.” He grabbed your hand to stop you, but his eyes were trained on the beautiful spectral woman standing between two large trees, just inside the fence line. 

Reginald slowly turned, a gasp escaping him. “It… it cannot be…”

She smiled. “But it can be, my love, for it is.” 

He slowly approached her, his voice trembling. “Eunsoo…”

Eunsoo held out her arms and the man rushed at her, his arms wrapped around her body. Both of them became fuzzy when they did this, parts of their bodies weaving in and out of focus. “You have finally returned to me. You kept me waiting for so long.”

“I am so sorry, my love. Please… forgive me!”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Jihoon, look!”

Reginald’s head was slowly materializing from the neck up, returning to him as if it had never been gone in the first place.

“This has got to be a dream,” muttered Woozi, rubbing at his eyes with his shirt since his hands were dirty. You pinched his hand and he cried out, scowling at you. “What was that for?”

“You can’t feel pain in dreams.”

“Says who?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “I read it online somewhere as a kid. It’s probably true.”

“Good lord, darling, how did you survive before you met me?”

“Very recklessly, apparently,” you laughed, making him shake his head in disapproval. You didn’t miss the slight smile on his face, though.

As rays of light started to shine over the graveyard, the two of them kissed, their bodies slowly disappearing until there was nothing left. Tears gathered in your eyes, Woozi bringing you into his arms, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” you mumbled sadly. “But I’m glad he finally got to move on. I’m glad they’re together again.”

Woozi hummed in agreement, brushing his fingers through your hair. “We should refill the grave.”

“Good idea.”

“Let’s do it quickly before anyone arrives.”

“Right~”

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You were the first one to wake up that afternoon, snuggled up against your boyfriend on the couch because it was closer than the bedroom. Woozi was still fast asleep, one arm around your waist and the other tucked under his head as a makeshift pillow.

You smiled tiredly at him before slowly crawling off the couch, careful not to wake him up. After taking a shower, you decided to make some food for the two of you. Upon entering the kitchen, though, you noticed something sitting on the counter.

Upon closer inspection, it was the pendant belonging to Eunsoo. With a furrowed brow, you carefully picked it up, half expecting it to turn into dust. You had seen it in Reginald’s hand when the two disappeared, so how was it here now? You brushed your thumb over the green emerald sitting in the center and an idea struck you.

With a smile, you slipped it into your pocket before getting to work making breakfast. The smell wafted through the cabin, tickling Woozi’s nose until he stirred, rubbing at his eyes. He briefly wondered if last night had been some strange dream, but his sore feet and dirt-covered hands said otherwise. 

He headed straight to the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to stave off the autumn chill. You were just finishing up in the kitchen when he entered, rubbing the towel over his wet hair.

“Breakfast is ready,” you told him, pecking his lips.

He hummed in amusement, sitting down at the table. “It’s six in the afternoon.”

“So? We just woke up, so it’s technically breakfast.”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

You set a plate in front of him, moving to sit across the table but then you changed your mind. Instead of sitting down, you moved behind him, pulling the pendant from your pocket. He paid you no mind as he ate the omelet, savoring the flavor because you made it just the way he liked it.

You slipped your arms around his neck and he paused when he felt the thin chain against his skin.

“What are you -” he brought his hand up to lift the pendant, realization flashing through his eyes.

You secured the clasp before wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling against his cheek. “Let’s be together forever, Jihoon, even after we die.”

A smile came to his lips, his hand resting on your arm as he hummed. “I’d like that.” Warmth and love filled both of you, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket that tied the two of you together.

“Forever,” you whispered softly.

“Forever,” he whispered back.

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Seventeen reaction to s/o kissing them on their cheek

warnings: descriptions; headcanons; gn (mostly) reader self insert;

pairings: svt x gn reader

gender/aus: fluff;

Transforms your peck into an actual kiss: Scoups, Mingyu

He'll either wait for you to do your thing before turning to you, cupping your face and fully kissing you on the lips, or pull up the old famous trick of turning his face in the middle of the peck. On both situations, he just wants to make sure he's repaying your affection displays properly - and even maybe beating you in your own game.

Doesn't really think about it and simply kisses you back: Joshua, Minghao

It'll all happen in a matter of seconds. You leave a little peck on his cheek, unable to contain the sign of affection towards your cute boyfriend, and he won't even blink and just kiss your cheek back. Even if he's in the middle of something, distracted on his cellphone or a book, he'll simply turn and peck you back before returning to his own activity. It's simple as that - there's no need for thinking, since kissing you is an automatic motion for him at this point.

Makes a big fuss about it just to embarrass you: Jeonghan, Hoshi

"Wait, what? Is my baby clingy today? Do you want some kisses?" plus some infinite cooing and teasing. He won't let you live, especially if you kissed him out of the blue or out of a cute aggression strike you had. After making you a blushing and annoyed mess, he will pepper your face with little kisses, just for good measure. And you can be certain that he'll tease you afterwards for that too!

Blushes a little and pecks you back: Jun, DK

He's slightly taken aback by the kiss, and tries not to show it too much, but his cheeks give away. He thinks a kiss on the cheek is an actual very adorable way of showing affection, and kinda melts if you do it - especially if it's your way of thanking him for something or after a compliment. He will feel a little giddy and probably kiss you back after the startle.

Pretends to be nonchalant but actually feels fuzzy inside: Wonwoo, Woozi, Vernon

As soon as you leave the little unexpected peck on his cheek, he'll look at you with a questioning gaze. He might blurt out "did I do something?" with a restrained smile, but when you shrug and tell him you just wanted to do it, he'll shrug too, eyeing you as if you were weird. Little did you know he's actually melting on the inside with the sudden affection.

Asks for another kiss on the remaining cheek: Seungkwan, Dino

"C'monn, it'll feel lonely!", he'll try to convince you, pointing at his other cheek until you finally relent and give him another kiss. He'll smile, satisfied, and will probably be bashful about it for some moments before resuming whatever he was doing before.