Kwon Hoshi

I enjoy writing fan fiction. I would say what exactly I like writing about but it's probably changed already. I am also Bisexual as hell so LGBTQI supporters only 🏳️‍🌈 I’m not taking requests at the moment as I want to focus on my ideas ;-;

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H.Momo - Peace

Word Count: 300+

Genres: Extremely fluffy and shy Momo

Description: Cuddling pointlessly

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Peace washed over the pair of you as you clung, nose to nose, eyes lidded, simply enjoying each other. Warmed by each other’s skin contact.

Momo, dressed in a sweater and her underwear, used this outfit and situation as her apology for a busy schedule. It was this, or she materialize at your door adorned in a onesie, and the attention would have apartment neighbors knocking at your door in chase of the cute female.

The latter was not enjoyable. Particularly when you were settling into a shared slumber. Dates were never public, and she had clearly stated that they rarely would be. Unfortunate — however, anything was worth it for her.

“I’m sorry.”

The first sentence either of you had uttered, other than the usual greetings. You shifted so that meeting her gaze was easier; peering down into her dark, round irises. The apology was genuine, but you were not sure why she had even said it. You wore a curious expression, which was then swiftly ironed out as she leaned forward and grazed your lips with hers.

Mutual grins were exchanged, and then you returned to your state of slight confusion.

“I don’t get it,” you expressed, “what are you sorry for?”

“For being so busy.”

A curt response. You found that statement almost entirely senseless. Her crammed schedule and fatigue-laced weeks were not her fault.

“You’re silly,” you responded, and then with noses again brushing you giggled and reached for her silken hands, “at least you’re here, huh? You’ve graced my bedroom.”

The flirtatious, teasing remark had her skin flushing a soft crimson. Embarrassed and displaying your favorite shy tendencies of hers, she pressed her nose to the crook of your neck and lingered there, where her hot breath clouded against your skin. Your hands left hers to rest on the small of her back.

“I love you.”

Three words had such power over you. Your heart melted away, butterflies bursting forth into your gut. Even if it was barely a whisper coming from her, your desire now was to shout your affections for her for the world to hear, and to engrave into their minds to remember.

“I love you too.”

You would save the loud proclamations for later. For now, you were happy with this.

Happy settled comfortably amidst her peace.

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Friends to Lovers AU - L.Jihoon

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It was high school and Jihoon was developing himself as a musician at a performing arts school

His method to do this was to ignore other students and to write music in class rather than to take notes. He also could frequently be found in the music room, honing both his voice and piano technique

Jihoon was already certain about what his plans were for his future

You, on the other hand, felt like choosing this school had been a mistake. You’d only chosen it because in middle school, you’d excelled in drama and no other subjects. However, you sensed you had grown out of that because you’d gone down that path and felt extremely out of your depth.

Observing Jihoon, you looked up to him. He knew what he was doing and how to achieve it, and did not care about what he discarded in the process.

However, you couldn’t help but worry for him for some reason.

Maybe its cause he’s short and reminds you of a sleepy child

Was he getting enough sleep? Was he taking breaks? Eating and drinking properly? 

It was an automatic thought of yours every time you passed him, even though you were only classmates. You had only greeted him a couple of times and found him intimidating so you had stopped that.

One day, in drama class your teacher had announced that you were going to do a production, and that it would be all done by students.

Whilst you were worrying about whether you would even get a part rather than getting assigned a position backstage that had minimal work (which had happened to you last production) you did not notice that a short, raven haired boy you knew had just entered and was now standing beside you

“—and we have Lee Jihoon as our pianist this time.”

His presence beside you made you stiffen and you almost let out an exclamation, muffling your yelp of surprise with your palm.

You actually got a part with a page worth of lines and some singing which meant you were working with Jihoon

You’d never had a singing part before, and so naturally you and your drama teacher were both apprehensive.

Your first time singing on stage during rehearsal, and you were a complete mess, you got all flustered because you could feel Jihoon’s attention on you

“Jihoon,” your drama teacher called, “do you have time after school to help (F/n)?”

you freaked

unprepared to spend time alone with him as you were now certain you had a crush on him

Jihoon nodded slowly, he seemed somewhat reluctant but agreed as he wanted a good assessment for this task and knew if he helped you get better it was make him look great

Now he was looking you up and down with an assessing gaze

you felt your cheeks burn beneath his sharp stare

After rehearsal you were ready to go home, forgetting that you were meant to meet with Jihoon to practice your vocals

“(F/n)!”

Tingles shot down your spine hearing your name from his lips

“That’s your name, right? You have to stay and practice.”

So now you were alone in the music room (he’d wanted to move there rather than stay in the drama room)

He sat at the piano and had you run through your song, then went through each line carefully, demonstrating for you with his sweet singing voice

Your nerves melted away once you realised how willing he was to help you

A particularly memorable moment is when he adjusted your posture with a hand on your lower waist and another on your shoulder, then curiously inquiring about how red your face was

You told him how you respected him for his abilities, getting him back for the embarrassment he had caused you earlier

“You seemed really quiet and kind of hard to talk to before,” he admitted as you took a drink of water, “you’re actually kind of cute.”

That statement you weren’t sure was a compliment, but it would end you anyway.

You quickly found a connection through taste in music. Jihoon was astonished to find out the similarity and a smile quickly painted over his lips

Before you knew it, you realised that the sky was growing dark and you had spent more time than necessary in the music room.

Jihoon gave you a small smile as you parted at the front of the school

“See you, (F/n).”

Reminding you that you actually had a crush on him. For the rest of the night you kept recounting the afternoon.

A handful of months passed by, with you repeating rehearsals and then the usual half hour of Jihoon’s vocal training afterwards

The pair of you grew close over the months of rehearsal. It seemed it had only taken that afternoon to slip past his outer shell and meet with his true nature within. 

Always smiling, he was, despite the stress he faced when trying to learn his sheet music. You could trust him to laugh at your jokes, no matter how weak they were. 

However, once your vocal training came around, his friendly demeanour would melt away and he would shift into a serious mode. 

Eventually the opening night was approaching and you felt ready

You were thankful for joining the production with this part, for giving you such a close friendship with Jihoon. You no longer regretted choosing this school. Somehow, just seeing Jihoon’s smile made you feel like you were going to be okay.

It was finally the night, and everyone was waiting backstage for the audience to fill up the chairs.

You were a little nervous, your hands were sweaty but you were confident that you could do it.

Jihoon, however, was far less composed.

He was trembling, and was struggling to read his sheet music as it was all blurring together

“You know these anyway, Jihoon. You’ve been playing these songs for weeks,” you had reassured him, but knew it was no help as memorising the six or seven songs that he’d learnt was impossible and he was relying on that sheet music

Hesitantly, you took his hand. His ears turned red at the contact.

Neither of you spoke, just holding hands. Jihoon was staring at his feet, speech jammed. 

Eventually you spoke up.

“I owe a lot to you. I wouldn’t be as composed as I am if I hadn’t had you to teach me. I respect you. And, I l-like you.”

The atmosphere was absolutely wrong for your very abrupt confession. Yet, it still came out without restriction.

The hand that was connected to yours tightened. His palm was already sweating, but you could tell it had just increased in intensity. He still was not looking your way, so you braced yourself for rejection.

“You don’t owe me anything. And, I really like you too.”

You said nothing, remaining with held hands until his nerves had apparently dissipated.

You watched as Jihoon strode out onto the stage, found his place at the piano, and performed.

He seemed a little nervous still, you could see that his fingers were trembling and hear the occasional mistake. Sweat beaded at his forehead beneath the lighting, his eyes sharp with concentration.

He still got each song out, performing well overall. It looked like he was getting a good grade for his work.

After the performance, you met up with him outside. In the darkness his skin was flushing red.

“I didn’t want to ask you out before I’d performed,” he told you.

He sighed. His breath formed a white cloud in the cold air.

“So, u-um, will you date me?”

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yOOOOOOO that god au is so good!! can’t wait for more chapters!

Thank you so much 😊 I really wasn’t sure about it so I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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God!K. Taehyung - Bound Beneath Rain || part 1

A/N: I am alive, somehow. Sorry :( writing has been slow thanks to school and work. This is a little experimental as I’ve not written much BTS. Is it okay? Part 2 shouldn’t be far away. also, might do one for each member.  pray for the lack of personality the reader has.

Word Count: 1.6k+

Genres: fantasy, god au!, idek

Description: A bond forms between a human and a God that never should have existed — irreversible, they can only accept what cannot be changed. Part 1 || Part 2

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It was a beautiful scene that you would never forget.

Rain trickled down the rooftops, collecting in gutters and washing down the streets. You clung to yourself, hoping to steal some warmth.

Amongst a dark, cold scene, a male stood as if unaffected by any of it. His silvery hair stuck to his cheeks, ivory skin almost glowing despite the darkness that swirled around it. Most haunting was his sharp gaze. His dark eyes seemed to drawn in the inkiness of the night sky. You faltered, breathing in sharply at the sight of him.

A perfect stranger. Water droplets rolling down his cheeks, falling from his sharp jawline. You almost took a step backwards, almost backing away, however you were stunned and instead lingered, hoping to indulge in his beauty even longer, even if it was only a few more seconds.

Abruptly, the stranger turned his back to you. His loose t-shirt creased in the valley between his shoulder blades. You could not help but admire his physique.

A blink, and he disappeared. Nothing indicated to you that anyone had stood there. However, you had no doubts that you had seen someone — a stranger whose appearance had burned itself into your memory. 

For weeks afterwards, you had seen this man blending into the shadows. Hiding in the corners, where his edges bled into the dark shades and tones. Initially you believed you had lost it. The stress of constantly working and studying had finally displayed itself, in the form a flawless, if not somewhat creepy male.

However, he was far too real for you to dismiss. And he appeared to be observing you. 

It took a night incredibly similar to the first incident to summon him to your forefront once again. The only shift in events was that you were sprinting, pressing your work uniform to your chest in hopes to rescue it from the spattering rain.

You raised your head and came to a forced halt, safely preventing a collision with the odd deity that had materialised mere feet away.

Hair stuck to your forehead, thick with water. The cold made your chest heave, inhaling the frigid air burning your lungs.

“Who are you?”

You met eyes with him and every limb seemed to stiffen, locking you in place. Every hair stood on end — and it had nothing to do with the weather.

“Kim Taehyung.”

His response, with a voice sinking lower than even the distant thunder and the rattling of windows, seemed almost as if it did not come from his own lips but from your surroundings.

You vaguely recognised the name. But from where? Straining to recollect it, you eventually landed on something.

Kim Taehyung, the God of War. As a fan of mythology in your High School years, you had grown a little fanatic of his tales. He did not start wars, as his name might have suggested, but instead worked to quell them. Described as a handsome male that, despite his peacekeeping intentions, could only set to work when there was also darkness.

Although the title would certainly make sense, you had a hard time swallowing the newly gained information.

“Why are you following me?” Was your next inquiry.

He looked taken aback. Finally shattering the fixed stare he had on you, his gaze shifted to the slick asphalt. This time, you earned no reply. It seemed he was not willing to answer that.

Before you could inquire any further, and you had so wanted to, he melted into the bleak setting.

You were unsure if you could just…casually return home after such an encounter. It felt odd to simply leave behind the incident, but then you had to go home eventually, and so whilst noticing the odd atmosphere you abandoned you proceeded down the side of the road, this time at a slower pace.

It had already been a chaotic enough day at work. You’d cleaned up a broken glass and a mess of coffee that had spilt over the floor. You had endured a ten-minute lecture from your manager. Your knees ached and your feet stung. Opening the door to your flat, it was your sole desire to collapse onto your mattress and drape the duvet over your shoulders. Instead, you would sit at your desk and chip away at an essay.

It smelt like home. 

That scent was always enough to drive away some of your fatigue. The rest would wipe away with each sip of coffee. You turned on the kettle, letting your eyelids flutter shut.

His face, his voice, his careful watch — it haunted you even now. 

“What’re you thinking of?”

A lyrical toned voice interrupted your time replaying the past ten minutes in your head, turning you cold and freezing you in place. His light chuckle intertwined with the hissing of your kettle.

When you opened your eyes, you were bearing witness to a rather pretty male. He sat atop your countertop, leg folded over the other, gentle irises flickering over you. Though he held his own kind of attractiveness, that familiar spark was absent from your gut. Nothing in comparison to the fire that set alight within your chest the moment you caught sight of Taehyung.

No longer were you surprised by this. You decided a better route was to ignore him and spooned a teaspoon of instant coffee into a mug.

“Quit ignoring me, (F/n). I can tell you more than you’ll ever get out of that Taehyung.”

This piqued your curiosity. Though you knew well it was only a tactic to draw your attention, you could not help but tilt your head towards him to reveal your interest. Something about the bright palette of his clothing and the mysterious way he sucked in the orange lighting in your kitchenette told you that you could trust his words.

“I’m Jimin; the God of Love. I couldn’t remain and watch the backwards way that that clumsy guy was handling things, so I thought I would give him a hand. You might want to sit down, though. Romance for Gods isn’t quite the same as it is between humans. I’ll have to explain it all to you.”

“Okay. Alright,” you responded, pushing your plan to study directly to the back of your head.

Jimin dropped onto the kitchen tiling and placed a daring hand on your waist. Light blonde, fluffy locks fell over his forehead. You could hear a low chuckle rumble in the back of his throat at your reluctance.

It was sat at your sofa, you curled up with a cushion over your lap and a mug of coffee hot and clasped between your palms, that you prepared for a tale. Jimin had given you space; an odd decision, considering moments earlier his fingers had lingered so close to your backside.

Nonetheless, you waited wordlessly for him to initiate.

“Gods do not pick who they fall in love with,” he began, lacking that singsong, lilting voice, “but a connection is formed, either by myself or by invisible hand. This is err—always between a pair of Gods, however…” He faltered, trailing off. His cheeks were flushed red, as if he was embarrassed. 

“You must have a streak of Gods’ inheritance in your blood; perhaps a relative crossed paths with one. It was entirely an accident, a coincidence, something that has never occurred. It seems that a connection has formed between you and Taehyung.”

An odd concept. As you were fighting to grasp it, his final sentence began to sink in. Preferring to settle into denial, you chose your next inquiry.

“But, he is not forced to act upon that, right? And even if he is, you’re a God. Surely you can move this ‘connection’ to a real God?”

Jimin awkwardly shifted in his seat. Now, his ears were a crimson red. Your selection of questioning was only increasing his humiliation.

“I’m sorry. I can’t, it’s a fixed deal. I’m sure you will quickly change your mind. The influence of this is far greater than what humans call fate. As for Taehyung, he had fallen for you the first night he approached you. His feelings for you run deep. He’s certain to act upon them, whether it is required or not.”

The heavy, serious mood lifted its weight from the room. Jimin frowned, looking more irked than whatever emotion had stolen him moments earlier.

“That guy can’t even romance the person he now lives to love,” he muttered, “what a waste.”

Though absurd, these ideas soaked into your mind as if the space had been left open for them to be planted. You knew it was odd — anyone else would be in disbelief. Perhaps he was correct with his theory, and you had some sort of ancestry that prepared you for such a thing.

Whatever it was, the only thing that left you stunned was that Taehyung was in love with you. You sensed it would take more interaction with the aforementioned male to see it. 

He was so standoffish. What a way to treat his potential partner. 

You wanted to know more about him, you wanted to fulfil the itching urge to learn more about the Gods. You were reminded of your younger self, who could not escape the dangerous intrigue nor the temptation that the expanse of this fantastical world offered.

You had always wished it was all true. You imagined the proud grin your younger self would present if you had discovered this back then.

“Tell me more about him. Please,” you begged, “I feel like I have to know.”

Jimin offered a bright grin, bearing his rows of perfect white teeth.

“Alright.”

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ahhh i just want to say thank you for writing gxg fics!!! especially for exid

Haha no problem ☺️ I know the demand for gxg is small but I’m really happy to provide for it since I also find it really frustrating how hard it is to find gxg fics. I hope you enjoyed them :) ❤️

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Friends to Lovers AU - J.Wonwoo

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Not an overly long friendship before the lovers part but a friendship nonetheless

Wonwoo was always in the library at High School, even skipping lunch sometimes to read/nap instead of eating

A lot of people, particularly the bookworm types, attempted to befriend him

But he always ignored them, wanting only to stay on his own as he was never interested in having a friendship with these people

He always looked cold and therefore was difficult to approach

You considered yourself the friendly type, you weren’t as big a reader as Wonwoo, you did read a little but mostly you used the less-used corners of the library to nap without being caught

On an evening after school you fell asleep and did not mean to stay as long as you did

When you woke, you were faced with Wonwoo, who sat directly opposite and had dozed off, book in one hand and leaning his cheek on the other

You shook him awake and he dazedly peered at you

His look had you falling in love within moments

With him silently staring at you, you turned red before looking for something to say to break the awkward atmosphere

“Sorry. Did I take your spot?”

It was probably the stupidest thing to say

He shook his head, grinning slightly, “no. I’ve never seen you in here so late, is all.”

Secretly he had moved there so he could stare at you bc he thought you were pretty but he knew how stalkerish that was and would never admit

The conversation ended there, but you knew there would be more

From then onwards you noticed him everywhere

Frowning, irritated by the boys wrestling in front of his locker

Quietly taking notes in Mathematics

Leaving school for home with a couple of books tucked beneath his arm, looking less than amused

You started sitting beside him in the library, not saying anything and often falling asleep

Sometimes on his shoulder oops

Every now and then you’d exchange a few words

He’d tease you for snoring while you slept, or not paying attention in class

You, always curious about what he was reading — did he ever study?

You learnt that his cold appearance was entirely an appearance and that he was actually really soft and kind

For you, anyway

His smile crinkles his nose and this is one of the many things you love him for

Sometimes scolds you when he finds you already in the library, studying hard because you forgot to over the weeks

But he won’t stop you, instead you’ll find a coffee on your desk that he quietly left there

You also get some random girls asking you what he’s like to talk to?

His fan base consists of a group of people that have attempted to talk to him, received an intense stare, and observed him from afar from then on

He’s not outwardly affectionate but you can see his small, hidden acts of kindness

One evening you decide to invite him over to help you study for the upcoming maths exam

He agrees pretty easily and you walk together to your house wordlessly

You’re a mix of two extremes — excited, and nervous

When you get to your house, you can tell he’s silently taking everything in, trying to remember all the pictures in frames and places you might frequent

Inside your room you awkwardly sit down on your mattress and offer him the space at your desk

He decides instead to sit on the floor, spreading his notes around him

He’s extremely thorough with his notes and you think using his studying you could probably pass the exam with ease

You got to work and skimmed through what he’s written

He was way better at taking notes compared to you — he used colours and highlighters, it was satisfying tbh give me a friend like Wonwoo

While he was answering textbook questions you found a page at the back of his book

It had started off as a terminology page but ended with a poem/short story type thing he’d written about his feelings for someone that sounded very similar to you — you hoped

He noticed you reading it and snatched his book away

Swearing, which you’d never heard him do, and snapping at you not to read it

When he realised what he’d done, and you were now staring at your lap with stinging eyes, he apologised quickly

With deliberate actions he first ran his thumbs over your cheeks, then with fingers touching your jaw he drew you in for a kiss

It was a chaste, curt kiss, and when it was over he got up, packing up his things

You could say nothing as he left, honestly stunned but filled with subtle dread

The dread was accurate, because the next day at school you greeted Wonwoo, but he ignored you and turned the other direction

You tried so much just to get him to talk to you

You walked straight up to his desk in maths and begged him to talk to you, but he was closing his eyes and trying to block you out

You came to the library after school but he was not there

You assumed that perhaps he was regretting what he did and no longer wanted to be friends with you

This thought was extremely painful

For the next few days, you were pushing through school days trying not to look at him

Trying to forget about everything, and to not feel feelings for him

Your instinct was to come to him and sit in his presence, but that was no longer an option and you could only suffer through the pain

On a Friday morning, you open your locker to retrieve your books for the day

A note flutters to the floor, you pick it up

It’s Wonwoo’s handwriting

You would know because you had seen it a week and bit ago

It only says for you to go to the library after school

Though you feel so hurt you are still honestly in love with him so you are hopeful and you know you’re gonna go

You wait impatiently throughout the day

As soon as you can after the bell has gone, you make your way to the library

To your initial disappointment, you cannot see him in his usual spot

However, you eventually notice that there is a note on the floor

You open it and it’s the piece of writing you’d accidentally read before

At the bottom of the page it tells you to go to the Modern History section

You do exactly that, almost running there if that wasn’t against the rules in the library

In the closed off section is Wonwoo, sitting and waiting, examining his hands in his lap

When he sees you, he stands and hastily envelops you in a bear hug

Apologises over and over again with his nose in your shoulder

Shifts to kiss you, you accept it and it gets a little bit heated with him driving it

Eventually stops

“I’m really so sorry,” he repeats breathily, “I freaked out because I thought I’d ruined everything. I was so scared.”

You didn’t really care anymore, however

You just leant against him with closed eyes

“Will you still date me?”

He only needed your curt nod, wrapping his arms around your waist affectionately

He might have cried

He’d never admit it though

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Friends to Lovers AU - K.Soonyoung

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My ult bias let’s go

Soonyoung and you met in preschool/kindergarten/whichever you want to call it

He was always that kid (honestly still is) that clings onto everyone he can get ahold of and talks loudly as his default volume

This is how you met

You were a secret admirer of his (in an innocent way), always giggling at his jokes

Soonyoung latched onto you in the yard one day and simply decided that you were the cutest kid at preschool and didn’t let go after that

You followed him everywhere and he led you everywhere

The kindergarten teachers were secretly thinking you were the cutest couple

Soonyoung defended you from all the bully type kids

Got into a few fights cause of it

Primary school came around and Soonyoung developed an early crush on you

You had become the cute, slightly shy and giggly type and he just melted hearing you laugh

But he didn’t know what that was, ofc not he’s an innocent unaware child

Still will defend you to the end of the universe

Tells you he’ll marry you so you don’t end up with anyone else and you can be together forever

Holds your hand as you walk home from school

The cutest kid

Middle school comes around, and unbeknownst to the pair of you your parents enrolled you in different schools

This is devastating as Soonyoung has now figured out what he feels for you

You’ve never been apart at school so you’re both terrified

But you still live nearby so you spend every minute outside of school at each other’s house

Soonyoung has the plan of simply putting his head down and getting through this, not talking to any other students, just so he can go into the same high school as you

You would do the same, however after a while you decide that you need a friend or two just to stick around with

There’s a small-ish group of girls that are always inviting you to lunch who you have been rejecting up until now that you pick

They’re popular and are interested in things that you aren’t, but you force yourself to fit in with them bad idea

A few weeks in and they start demanding that you come out with them after school, forcing you to skip your usual meetings with Soonyoung

Soonyoung is crushed but would never admit that

Just smiles and says it’s no problem

Soon you’re only meeting with him at most twice a week

The poor child thinks it’s his fault

Like, did he do something? Was it because he was too affectionate and it made you uncomfortable?

You notice that he is disheartened and ignore your friend group to spend time with him

That afternoon you sat in his backyard and held hands, not saying anything

It was extremely therapeutic, it reminded you of how things were with him, how you felt so relaxed with him, you fully believe you’d never feel the same way with anyone else

The next day at School your group are furious that you ghosted them

You tell them you were with your childhood friend, Soonyoung

The fury fades away when they realise that he’s a guy, and with less-than-innocence invite him to come with you this afternoon

You take this as them simply being friendly and told Soonyoung, who beamed — happy to be invited into your daily life like this, especially if it meant he could hang out with you more

However

Your closest female friend — Naeun — makes a move that you do not welcome in any sense

Yep

She’s all over Soonyoung since the moment he gets there

Soonyoung, like a deer in headlights, awkwardly responds to her, not at all reciprocating but not rejecting her either

This makes you cold with anxiety because you know he’s had no dating experience, therefore you don’t know, he could be interested

On the way home you don’t say anything to Soonyoung

You’re so agitated but you don’t know why, you can’t even look at him without feeling sick

Though you don’t know why, you cut yourself off from the Naeun and the others, and stopped coming to see Soonyoung

You don’t realise you’re suffering from a little heartbreak

You manage to keep to yourself for about a week

You’re ignoring his texts bc it hurts too much to read them and turn off your phone

Not answering the door when he comes around

Until you come out of school Friday to walk home

Only to discover a breathless, sweaty Soonyoung waiting at the school gates

Having run from his school to yours to catch you before you disappeared home

The moment you meet eyes Soonyoung breaks down into tears

You regret everything oh my gosh poor child

He’s sobbing into your shoulder as you embrace, ignoring the weird looks from other students passing by

So things smooth out for you, you pass middle school and ooops how did that happen you applied to and got into the same high school

Nothing is the same however and you treat each other like a couple

Things happen so naturally that it’s honestly not funny

It goes from him and you casually grazing your lips over each other’s foreheads, cheeks

Awkward moments when you meet eyes and mutually look down at the other’s lips

To just going in for the kiss and lingering far too long in the friends ?? stage until Soonyoung abruptly invites you to the empty basketball gymnasium after school

He’s singlehandedly covered the place with flowers and when you enter he just grins at you with the brightest smile

His eyes sparkling, glowing

“Will you go out with me? Officially? None of this silly in-between stuff anymore?”

Before you can respond he starts babbling about his lack of experience, how he knows he’ll make a mistake some day but he’ll never stop loving you and—

You have to cut him off with a kiss

The kiss is eager and though it’s not your first shared together, it feels like it’s your first and he gets a little bit too excited, leaning forward and bumping noses

“How’d you even do this?”

You gesture to the flowery gymnasium

He giggles shyly, “I had some help,” he admitted, holding your hands tightly

“What about the gym? Did the teachers give you permission?”

His eyes shot to his feet

Oops of course not

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[M] A.Heeyeon - Behind Closed Doors

A/n: I’m so in love with Hani rn it’s not even funny also oops this was meant to be a short, cliffhanger type smut but nope

Word Count: 900+

Genres: Smut (dom!Hani x sub!reader)

Description: Heeyeon can’t help it — she loves seeing you unravel.

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“Lie down.”

The mattress, with now ebbing warmth after Hani had turned off the electric blanket, was plush beneath your back, and you were grateful for this gentle sensation after Hani’s rough lips on your neck.

Hani’s mess of lilac hair pushed hastily behind her head in a ponytail told you what you had already sensed to be true — she’d been eager to have you the moment she had passed into your home.

None would ever guess her hidden dominant nature which lurked beneath her tomboyish, somewhat unique personality.

You knew better than any other person that she had that tendency. She wanted you to curl up, to call her name and beg for that release. The thought of you engulfed in such pleasure was her favorite idea.

Lips, plump and hot, ran down your bruised neck and slid across your collarbone. Pausing for just a moment, she wet her lips with saliva before returning, littering the bare skin with wet kisses and light nips — choosing not to leave marks for once as she wanted to take you on a date tomorrow.

Your mewls were her fuel. She quickly abandoned your upper portion for your lower, more intimate areas. Your inner thighs were painted with purple flowers — yes, it was better here, a secret only she knew.

Underwear now ringing your ankles, she set to work at what she was so good at. You were fearful of what quivering noises might slip from your throat now that the full, real pleasure was harsh upon you, and so fingers stuffed between your lips.

You knew well how Heeyeon loved your voice, but with that stunning girlfriend of yours observing you, you could not help but trap the sounds.

Heeyeon ceased, running the heel of her palm over her plump mouth to rid herself of the excess saliva. An orgasm pooled in your gut.

“Heeyeon—,”

“No, baby, you’ll get yours once I’ve got mine.”

A tight, inky toned pencil skirt still cling to her hips, she had worn it to a photo shoot today and had been set off this morning when she had caught you eyeing her ass. A whole day with damp panties.

You wondered what she wore beneath that. Lingerie? You hoped so.

The hopeful guess was accurate. Crimson, lacy underpants, matching her curves in an enticing manner and you could not wait for her taste on your tongue. A brief sight, however, because she swiftly stepped out of them.

Behind closed doors, Heeyeon was not afraid to dominate. With her teeth taking a bottom lip into her mouth, sunken into the pliable flesh, she rested her knees either side of your head, circling her fingers over her clit before allowing you to take over.

You could taste the arousal. She threw her head back, long locks grazing the small of her back which was arched against the pleasure.

As sensitive as she was, it took only a few minutes of the usual ministrations before she was jolting against you, the ecstasy overriding her senses.

Now she was filled with fire. She planned to return it tenfold, whether that took her ten minutes or an hour — Heeyeon could not allow herself to feel the most pleasure in an evening.

“Up, on your knees, faced away from me.”

She was giving orders, fuck.

Her clouded gaze warned you against complaints. Any other instance you would have rebelled, hoping for punishment which usually came in the form of a small vibrator. However, you sensed that would be a reward compared to what she might do instead tonight.

The mattress creaked with her somewhat unsubtle movement. You had your eyes fixed shut, heart pounding against your ribcage in anticipation.

Hands affectionately trickled down your sides before she tapped your backside, “sit.”

You squeaked and squirmed when you felt her shapely thigh beneath your hot, throbbing privates. Searching for friction you rocked your hips gradually and she gripped you firmly by the waist with one hand, breath skating across your collarbone.

“Keep going until you come.”

No, you had no complaints, her soft skin was so very satisfying and if she kept talking with that tone you might pass out as the combination was incredibly intense.

She emitted a breathy groan and your back unintentionally met her arm, which was toying with her clit and core. With each movement an overstimulated Heeyeon trembled, which successfully tugged you closer to the end.

“Heeyeon,” you gasped when she paused her own masturbation to hook an arm around you and instead rubbed you with a rough thumb. That touch was enough, and you — breathing and groaning but you could not hear that as your ears were ringing — dropped back into her arms.

She giggled.

“Good (F/n). You know how to come for me, don’t you?”

The fiery sensations were still weighing you down. The thought passed by curtly that you should get her off again, but then she would feel obligated to give you your own second release.

Oh, but if you had to go one more round, you did not think you would stay conscious. Heeyeon was already settling, anyhow.

“How come you go from zero to a hundred so quickly?”

She hummed, her nose finding the crook between your neck and shoulder, shifting so that your position was no longer lewd — no more contact with anyone’s privates.

“Only for you~.”

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it's okay! i hope things go well for your ideas!! good luck c: -dance team anon

Thank you 😊 I hope you have a good day

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svt's reaction when you bring home the gold with your dance team and you start to cry (which is something you rarely ever do)?

Hello ;-; I’m just letting you know that I had closed requests before you submitted this, I’m so sorry ...

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SVT Hiphop Unit; Reaction to being Trapped in a Room w/t their Crush

Requested by @zanzaalk

I hope you like the hiphop unit haha bc I may have gotten carried away with some of these oops

Vocal Unit // Performance Unit // Hiphop Unit

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C.Seungcheol || S.Coups:

Oh, Seungcheol knew every detail behind this situation. He had observed the quiet plotting, the ceasing of chatter when either he or you had entered the room, and could guess that strings had been pulled behind the scenes.

Seungcheol was the type to lose every chance he could have with a potential partner through the friend zone. Apparently, according to Jeonghan and a far blunter Jihoon, the same thing would occur with you if he was not careful.

But he did not know how to flirt — well, he thought he did, until Jihoon had classified it as acting friendly rather than flirting.

Currently you were sat perched on the floor, observing his inner conflict. If there was any member to be trapped inside a room with, Seungcheol would be your pick. He was incredibly reliable, a leader/father that somehow made keeping control of twelve kids look easy.

“Come sit, Cheolie,” You gestured to the space before you and he raised an eyebrow, replying, “you don’t look at all concerned about this.”

You shrugged, “nah. We’ll get out eventually.” Apparently in agreement, he nodded his head briskly and joined you on the ground, every part of his body language screaming anxiety and awkwardness.

The pause in conversation had you matching his anxiousness, and so with the smallest smile you brought up the topic that you had been begging to speak of for so long.

“So, um, can I ask why you’ve been flirting with me for so long?”

J.Wonwoo:

It took Wonwoo approximately ten seconds to sit. He glanced at you struggling with the door, at the dusty room filled with old Idol costumes, and then crossed his legs and withdrew the book he had tucked beneath his arm.

He did not wish to engage in the silly drama the rest of Seventeen were attempting to drag him into. He liked you, wanted to ask you out on a date at his own pace, and then enjoy the relaxed relationship he had built up by himself.

“Wonwoo,” You pouted, hands falling limply at your side, “we can’t get out.”

He hummed in response, “looks like it.”

You were not entertained by his lack of concern and dropped to the floor before him. Your eyes skimmed the spine of his novel boredly, a title you’d not heard of, of course, he was very much ingrained into the reading world.

“What’s this about?” You asked in an attempt to get his attention, however instead he only raised his novel to give you a view of the blurb. You were somewhat irritated. So you were to sit and watch as time passed and he continued reading?

Nope. This called for a drastic measure. With a stifled giggle you pushed his hands away from the proximity of his head and neared your face towards his. He flinched, eyes growing in size when they met yours, olive skin turning red.

“Jeon Wonwoo, entertain m—.” Lips clashed against yours, uncaring of the meeting of your nose, nor of the bumping of your teeth, nor of his book which he had quickly propped against the wall. His hands were firm on the back of your head, holding you in place for his assault, which you did not mind.

You did not have this in mind when you said entertainment, but it would work.

K.Mingyu:

Whoever thought Mingyu needed a small push along the pathway towards your affections, must have never seen the pair of you together. You were but a deer caught in headlights when it came to Mingyu. He was far too good with words, you thought, his compliments came unexpected and always stunned you to the ground.

The mutual attraction was obvious. Mingyu had very little doubts about his success. This situation was simply locking in his position for first place at the end race.

You knew exactly what was coming when you turned to face him, only to witness the brightest smile plastered over his handsome features. Nerves and the fluttering of attraction hit the pit of your stomach with a thud you thought might even be audible.

“Wow, look at that, we’re both trapped in here, huh?” He said, baiting you in but you stood your ground. Mingyu was very much a flirt, his gestures would begin the moment you entered the room, right up until you left.

“Looks like it,” you responded, ignoring the painful flush of your cheeks that came from your pounding heart. His already tall stature seemed to accentuate in the anticipation.

His thumb caught your chin then trailed up your cheek, leaving behind a tingling sensation. You emitted a soft breath and your eyes fell to your shoes, you couldn’t look at him else you might never look away.

When his lips grazed your forehead you felt a tremble course through your body.

Mingyu did not expect you to jerk forward and pull him into a proper kiss — neither did you yourself, for that matter. A low groan rumbled in his chest, he hurried to respond but you withdrew before things could get too heated.

“Ah,” he breathed, “I did not expect that to happen.” His breaths were uneven, you had successfully flustered Kim Mingyu.

C.Hansol || Vernon:

There was so much running through his head at that moment. Should he speak? Should he remain silent, save himself from the embarrassment of misspoken words but then leave you both drenched in an awkward atmosphere? Should he sit or stand? Stand near you or move away to ease the pressure on his chest?

“Hansol?” You called.

The noise in his head had roared over your speech, and when he had realised it his face stung in humiliation. You could not suppress a small giggle, entertained by his crimson ears and fumbling hands.

“What’d you say, sorry?” He managed to stammer, revealing how highly you affected him, “ah, Hansol. I said you look like you’re having some trouble.”

Yes he was, very much so, but the root of the issue was you and so he could not admit that to you. Instead he shifted his interest to his shoes, and you caught sight of his gorgeous lashes which captured the dull lighting.

You could not help yourself and reached over to fix a lock of his soft hair behind his ear. The close proximity shot his gaze back to you in a stunned haste.

“I like you, (F/n),” he spilt in the shock of the moment, not expecting his own confession but it was out there now, he did not need to hide it any longer. He heard your breath hitch in your throat and you took a step backwards, realising what was occurring.

“I-I like you too,” you responded immediately, utterly shocked that your own hidden affections would find their way into the empty air like this, and they were mutual.

You both exchanged a breathless grin, excited for what was to come of this.

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how would performance unit react when you guys are having a "friendly" dance battle, they know you can dance but you never let them know that you could dance in a very flirty manner? ; u ;

I’m not sure I understand 😖

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Oh, it was so cute!!!! I loved it!!!! Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m just happy that you enjoyed it ☺️❤️

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HELLO! I’m fairly new to this blog but I’m absolutely in love with your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a seventeen reaction to their s/o wearing their clothes while they’re sick? Thank you in advance!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I finished it ❤️ I hope you enjoy it

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Seventeen ; You Wearing Their Clothes While You’re Sick

Requested by @whyiseveryonecrying

I wasn’t sure whether you meant while you are sick or while they are sick, so I kinda just went off which one sounded cuter ><;;

Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy and I hope you have a good day ❤️

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C.Seungcheol || S.Coups:

Seungcheol would inwardly melt a little. However, he has a lot on his mind — your illness being mainly that. Therefore, he would not react much and would continue his usual ministrations as an act-in father.

-

“I know you’re cute but that looks a little cold, jagiya, and I would like you to try to keep warm.”

You scrunched your nose at him in response, reaching for his waist.

“Yes, I know,” he pouted back at you, “I would cuddle you but I’ve got twelve kids to look after as well.”

Y.Jeonghan:

Jeonghan would giggle, dropping into his motherly persona at the sight of you. He would find it, paired with your illness that had you hardly mobile, adorable, and he would not be afraid to display that.

-

“Poor (F/n)~,” he cooed teasingly, joining you beneath the sheet, “so sick that you can’t even tell your own clothes apart from your boyfriend’s.”

You frowned at him, rolling away from him as far as you could before the duvet stopped you.

“If you tease me one more time today, Jeonghan, I’ll cough on you.”

H.Jisoo || Joshua:

Similarly to Seungcheol, Jisoo would be distracted with his task of caring for you to be concerned over what of his you were wearing at the time. If it made you comfortable, he might even encourage it.

-

“Joshhh,” you groaned, squirming till you found yourself positioned across his lap, “my throat hurts.”

He hummed, toying lovingly with strands of your hair. Dark irises were sparkling down at you, filled with affection.

“Yes~. I gave you painkillers already. They’ll kick in soon.”

W.Junhui || Jun:

The image of you with his shirt stuck to your skin, your thighs bared from midway, as if he was claiming you, was honestly a turn on for him. He had already failed at the task of caring for you, and so some slight flirting would be sure to cause you no harm.

-

“Junhui,” You sniffled, attempting to roll away from him, however getting tangled up in the bed sheets, “can you stop.”

He was wearing a wide, playful grin — reminding you to evade telling him when you were next sick.

“I’ll get someone else to look after me then,” you dared to joke, seconds before Jun dropped his weight atop of you.

K.Soonyoung || Hoshi:

This child would crumble. He’d mumble out an odd string of nonsense before giggling and grinning at you. Then, he would latch onto you and cuddle you for as long as he could, nuzzling into you and potentially catching your illness as well.

-

“Did you fall asleep, Soonyoung?” You inquired hearing his breathing level out and feeling his weight relax against you.

With no response, you could go off of the obvious evidence.

Reaching up to push strands of hair from his forehead, you gave him a small smile. Such a hamster boyfriend.

J.Wonwoo:

Wonwoo is somewhat unsurprised as he is used to seeing you in his clothing. He might ruffle your hair, or mumble about how you should wear his sweater instead to stay warm, but would be mostly uncaring.

-

“I told you to change into my sweater,” he mumbled, setting down a glass of water at the bedside table.

You pouted, “Wonwoo, it’s hot already in here. I don’t need a second layer.”

“That’s your fever talking. Once it’s night time, you’ll be freezing,” he explained, turning to find the right item of clothing.

L.Jihoon || Woozi:

Inwardly, Jihoon would be absolutely excited by this idea — having a partner wearing his clothes, what a couple-y idea. However, outwardly, he would scold you, trying desperately to hide the reddening of his cheeks.

-

“Ohh, jagiya, that’s my shirt,” Jihoon groaned, “can’t you keep all the sickness to your clothes?”

You giggled playfully at him, “jeez, be nicer to your partner, it’s rude to say that they have germs.”

Despite his complaints, Jihoon could not keep his eyes off of you, even as he left the bedroom.

X.Minghao || The8:

An innocently cute response that very much makes you want to wear his clothing more often. He’ll peer at you, slightly wide-eyed, curious as to why you picked his clothing, pouting at you before continuing his attempts at caring for you.

-

“What’re you wearing that for?” Minghao inquired, observing you curled up on the mattress in his clothing.

You opened your eyes and frowned at him in response, “they’re comfortable.”

He crawled into bed, pulling the covers over you to warm you, pouting, “that’s weird, jagiya.”

L.Seokmin || Dokyeom:

Seokmin’s trademark smile would plaster to his face the moment he caught you. Similarly to Soonyoung, he would crumble at the sight of you and immediately crawl into bed with you to cuddle you despite the high chances of joining you in illness.

-

“(F/n), my cute (s/o),” he giggled, arms tightening around you, nuzzled against your shoulder.

“Seokmin, I love you, but I can’t breathe.”

He drew away and then his eyes found yours, slipped down your front, admiring you in his clothing. He loved it so much.

K.Mingyu:

Also incredibly attracted to the idea of you dressed in his clothing. Very much trying to hide that and continue in his role of Minghousewife, he will not show his intense attraction.

-

“Sit up so I can feed you soup, jagi,” he gestured, and propping a pillow up behind you as you did as he’d asked.

A toothy grin passed over his lips as he, yet again, caught sight of his clothing on you.

“Hm, remind me to do something with this once you’ve gotten better,” he hummed, hinting at an interesting time.

B.Seungkwan:

Will definitely sass you for it, no contest. When you stumbled into the lounge and flopped onto the sofa, he furrowed his eyebrows at you and, no matter how ill you look, will shoot a remark about it towards you.

-

“Excuse me, those are my clothes,” he commented, pouting at you with an almost genuinely upset expression.

You giggled, the giggle transforming into a coughing fit that had his fingers raking through your hair.

“You’re getting your germs all over them and all over me.”

C.Hansol || Vernon:

Unsure whether he finds it sexy or extremely adorable. His response is to engulf you in an embrace. Later, Hansol will give you a few of his old t-shirts and sweatpants just because he loved it so much.

-

“Quit distracting me, (F/n),” he grinned, with your form held tightly between his arms, “I was writing lyrics.”

You had no reply, enjoying being in his grasp and the sweet warmth that came with it.

Having him with you was comforting when it came to fighting an illness. You wanted to be selfish and have him here for just a little bit longer.

L.Chan || Dino:

Absolutely amazed by the idea that his (s/o) wants to wear his clothing, and that even in this state you made the effort to put them on. He wants to brag about it to the members, that baby Chan has this kind of relationship.

-

“Omo, (F/n),” he trailed off, eyes rounded and lips parted in shock. You stumbling into the kitchen wearing his shirt and sweatpants was a sight he’d not prepared himself to expect.

You only approached and nuzzled into his chest, and he drew you into him.

“You’re so silly,” he murmured, his nose finding its way into your hair.

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SVT Perfomance Unit ; Reaction to being trapped in a Room w/t their Crush

Requested by @zanzaalk

Vocal Unit // Perfomance Unit // Hiphop Unit

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K.Soonyoung || Hoshi:

His odd amount of giggling and giddiness left his lips the moment he realised what was occurring. Soonyoung had never handled crushes with any sort of grace. He was awkward, despite his over-the-top nature.

You shot him a frown, not enjoying the current predicament as much as he appeared to be. He returned your frown with a sheepish smile, unable to meet your gaze.

The shyness hit him almost immediately afterwards. Look how close you were, he had always avoided any contact as the usually-energetic Soonyoung felt insecure about his every interaction with you.

You were observing him as he ran through his thoughts, and your eyes on him were making his skin run with tingles and grow hot, showing with a change in colour. You wondered why he acted with such a shift in his personality towards you.

“Soonyoung, why do you act so strangely around me?”

He felt ice trickle down his spine, collecting cold in his gut. He should have foreseen that you’d notice. Why did he allow himself to continue this display of nervousness?

“You can’t tell me you don’t,” you proceeded, you wished that he would grin at you and bound around you and cling to you like he did the members.

You’d caught him in a headlight. He was peering at you with round orbs, expression clouded with almost fear you could say. When he went to speak he opened his mouth and then closed it, his lips and throat dry and lacking saliva to soothe it.

“Ah, it’s because—,” he trailed off, he was ready, “I like you, (F/n).”

W.Junhui || Jun:

A grin drew across his lips teasingly at your struggle, entertained by your fight with the door.

Jun had applied a heavy amount of flirting to you. Though you loved it so much, you would never admit that to him. He had so much arrogance that telling him would do no good for his ego.

“What’s up? You’re afraid of being in a room alone with this handsome guy?” He joked, though you knew a slice of that statement was truthful. You also believed it was somewhat true for yourself.

Jun was not the type to leave a crush. He would take action, and whether you rejected it or not he was persistent and would search for the answer to your heart. He felt, at this moment, that there was no one better than you.

You flinched when he drew closer, nerves seemingly outside your skin as they were sucking in the subtly tense atmosphere. You were already picturing his hands on your skin, a dangerous thought.

His hands cupping your cheeks before you could breathe, and when he had you your chest tightened and you were short of breath. Your gaze raised to meet his dark irises, swimming with a kind of emotion you could not recognise.

“Kiss me,” you mumbled, and he was upon you the moment you’d requested it. Lips were pursuing yours, fiery and hungry.

Oh, it would be a long wait.

X.Minghao || The8:

“I’m sure someone will find us soon.”

Minghao was showing off his innocent optimism. His wide eyes and small smile told you he had no doubts about that potential saviour. You, however, knew to hold more concern over Seventeen’s awareness.

The few members you were sure would notice your absence, would not bother to bring it up. Or, would assume better not to.

Minghao had that same innocent optimism for his feelings for you. He was certain it would work out, had no doubts that you - as a good person - would eventually meet his feelings with yours mutual.

He hummed, taking your hands in his, his soft fingers interlacing with yours. His large orbs, gleaming, were skimming over you with gentle observation. There was nothing to him that told you he had any intent — only that he would spend however long he had to in this room with you.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” he told you, with every ounce in his being telling you he meant it.

It was his serenity that tugged you down to his level. He was so calm, why weren’t you? Things were going to be okay if Minghao was there.

That thought was so very comforting. In response to the soothed mindset that Minghao had provided, you rocked onto the tips of your toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, with no reason for it other than compulsion.

A beam stretched across his plump lips in response. What a happy accident.

L.Chan || Dino:

He treated the initial panic with just the right dash of seriousness, then, when things had settled, Chan was pleased to engage in a conversation.

“I’m just happy I got to be locked in a room with you, (F/n).”

Before he knew it, Chan had gotten a little too relaxed and that slightly awkward statement had slipped from between his lips. Your eyes levelled and his breath hitched in his throat.

He struggled with the basic task of hiding a crush from said person. His inner thoughts frequently escaped, unfortunately leading to his members finding out despite his intentions to keep them out of the secret.

Chan could guess that this odd situation with a concoction of rare circumstances had something to do with that common knowledge. The poor boy could only proceed down whatever path his members forced him upon. A shame, really; he’d hoped to confess to you under a lighter ambiance.

“Um—what I meant was—err,” he trailed off shyly. What was he supposed to say? Should he be blunt, or lead up to it? Chan had not yet confessed to someone. Much of his youth had been consumed by his trainee years. He’d never been given the chance.

“Chan,” you finally interrupted, finding everything to be slightly comical if that wasn’t an inappropriate statement, “the members already told me everything. They’re terrible at keeping secrets. Why’d you even tell them?”

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Hello! Could you do a seventeen reaction (pick a unit if you don’t do the full group >.< ) when their crush is trapped in a room/closet with them?? Thank you so much ❤️❤️ have a great day

Idk how to put a link (I’ll figure it out eventually lol) but part 1/3 is upI’m gonna do the other parts ASAP, once I finish my homework

Thank you for the request and have good day too ^ ^