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Seventeen Masterlist
mem x reader (eng)
you have your me (ww x reader)
you're my home (mg x reader)
i hate you (affectionately) (ww x reader)
sleep hugs (mg x reader)
just that (vn x reader)
sincerely yours (sc x reader)
third time's the charm - chwe hansol
a/n: random meet-cute (?) fic with vernon just because my work is stressing me out so much i need some teeth-rotting fluff or i'll go insane😭
for the ugly criers such as myself, this is for you, babe😘
The first time he met you, you were ugly crying to the photocopier lady stationed at the entrance of the main library. He was standing behind you, waiting for his turn and holding a thick pile of reviewers in both of his hands.
He was actually contemplating if he should just go back at a later time since the kind middle-aged lady was still busy comforting you. To be honest, he feels a little bit annoyed with the scene unfolding before him because it's delaying him. But at the same time, he couldn’t quite bring himself to leave.
You were crying so hard it didn’t look like the dramatic kind people usually put on in public. There was nothing graceful about it. Your nose was red, your shoulders shaking, your words tumbling over each other as you tried to explain something to the poor photocopier lady.
“I—I studied,” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “I swear I did. I just—my mind went blank. Completely blank.”
The middle-aged woman nodded sympathetically while feeding a stack of papers into the machine. “Ay, that happens sometimes, iha. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
You sniffed again, clearly unconvinced.
Behind you, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the stack of reviewers pressing heavily against his forearms. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Five minutes had already passed.
Part of him wanted to sigh.
The other part—annoyingly persistent—kept listening.
“Everyone else finished so fast,” you said miserably. “I was still on question twenty.”
The photocopier whirred loudly.
He stared at the back of your head.
Your hair was messy, like you had run your fingers through it too many times. Your backpack hung off one shoulder, half open, papers sticking out at odd angles. There was a pen tucked behind your ear that you seemed completely unaware of.
You sniffed again.
“I think I failed,” you muttered.
The lady made a soft, sympathetic sound.
Something about the way you said it—quiet, defeated, like you had already accepted the worst possible outcome—made the irritation in his chest loosen just a little.
Before he could stop himself, the words already came out of his mouth. “You probably didn’t.”
Your eyes were still glossy with tears, lashes clumped together, cheeks blotchy when you turned around to face him. Up close, you looked even worse than you did from behind.
For a brief moment, you simply stared at him like you had forgotten how to process the existence of another human being.
Then you frowned.
“How would you know?” you croaked.
He lifted the reviewers in his hands slightly. “Because people who cry about exams usually studied.”
You blinked.
The photocopier lady chuckled softly.
You sniffed again, clearly trying to regain some dignity. “That’s… not scientific.”
“Neither is assuming you failed.”
You squinted at him, as if trying to determine whether he was mocking you. But he wasn’t smiling.
That, oddly enough, seemed to convince you.
“…Still,” you muttered, turning back to the photocopier lady, “I think I messed up.”
The machine spat out the last page with a soft whrrt.
The lady handed you your copies with a gentle smile. “Here you go, iha.”
You accepted them with a grateful nod, still looking a little miserable.
Then you glanced at him again.
Your gaze dropped to the thick stack of reviewers in his hands.
Your eyes widened slightly.
“Oh,” you said.
He raised an eyebrow.
“…Sorry,” you added sheepishly. “I didn’t realize you were waiting.”
He looked at you for a moment.
Then at the photocopier.
Then back at you.
“…It’s fine.” He replied with a shrug.
You studied his face for a second longer, like you were trying to memorize it.
And for the record, this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you crying.
The second time happened two weeks later.
You were sitting on the concrete steps outside the main library, knees pulled to your chest, aggressively wiping your face with a crumpled tissue like you were personally offended that tears existed at all.
He almost walked past you.
(Take note: Almost.)
But then you sniffed loudly, and he recognized you.
Or more specifically—he recognized the ugly crying.
He stopped.
You hadn’t noticed him yet because you were too busy muttering to yourself.
“I hate statistics,” you grumbled. “I hate numbers. I hate confidence intervals. I hope they all disappear.”
He stood there for a moment, debating whether acknowledging you would make things worse.
Unfortunately, you looked up at the exact second he decided to keep walking.
Your eyes widened.
“You.”
He blinked once. “Me.”
You pointed at him accusingly. “Photocopier guy.”
“…That’s not my name.”
“But that’s how I know you.”
He considered that. Fair enough.
You suddenly seemed to remember you were mid-breakdown. Your hand rushed to your face, wiping your cheeks again.
“I’m not crying,” you said quickly.
He looked at the tear tracks on your face.
“Okay.”
“I’m just… frustrated.”
“Okay.”
You squinted at him. “Why do you keep saying it like that?”
“Because you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.”
You opened your mouth and closed it again.
Then sighed.
“…I failed my statistics quiz.” You found yourself confessing it to him, and you didn’t even know why. He was a stranger, yet he gave off the kind of presence that made you feel like you could say anything—and he wouldn’t judge you.
“You studied?”
“Yes.”
“Then you probably didn’t fail.”
Your eyes narrowed. “That’s literally the same thing you said last time.”
“It’s still true.”
You sniffed again and buried your face into your arms while he just stood there awkwardly for another few seconds before sitting down two steps away from you.
Neither of you spoke.
Then you muttered into your sleeves, “You’re very calm around crying people.”
“I’m not.”
“You seem like it.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen me around group projects.”
You snorted—actually snorted that you were mildly horrified that the sound came out of you.
He pretended not to notice.
And then, somehow, the two of you sat there in silence for ten whole minutes like that.
When you finally stood up, you looked slightly less miserable.
“Thanks… Photocopier guy,” you said.
He sighed. “You should probably learn my name.”
You shrugged. “Maybe next time.”
He didn’t know why, but that answer stuck with him longer than it should have.
The third time he saw you crying was three months later. Except this time, it wasn’t about an exam.
He spotted you near the campus vending machines at almost nine in the evening. The hallway was mostly empty, the fluorescent lights buzzing quietly above.
You were sitting on the floor.
Not dramatic crying.
Not frustrated crying.
Just quiet tears rolling down your face while you stared at a text message on your phone.
He immediately recognized you.
And apparently, so did fate—because the vending machine beside you suddenly swallowed his coins without dropping the bottled water he paid for.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You looked up at the sound of his voice.
Your expression shifted from confusion… to recognition… to embarrassment in less than two seconds.
“Oh no.” you gasped half in shock, half in scandalized disbelief.
He crossed his arms. “That’s a strange reaction to seeing someone.”
“This is the third time,” you said weakly.
“The third time for what?”
“The third time you’ve caught me crying.”
He paused.
“…I wasn’t keeping count.”
“Well, I was!” you said, mortified. “This is so humiliating.”
He leaned against the vending machine.
“If it helps,” he said calmly, “this one seems more justified.”
You blinked at him. “How would you know?”
“You’re not yelling at statistics.”
You let out a shaky laugh despite yourself.
For a moment you just stared at your phone again.
Then you sighed and locked the screen.
“My boyfriend broke up with me,” you said quietly.
He nodded slowly.
“That explains the upgrade.”
“Upgrade?”
“From academic crying to emotional devastation.”
You stared at him.
“…You’re terrible at comfort.”
“I’m aware.”
You wiped your face again, but your shoulders weren’t shaking anymore.
After a moment, you glanced up at him.
“You’re still Photocopier guy to me, by the way.”
He exhaled through his nose.
“You’ve cried in front of me three times,” he said. “You should at least know my name by now.”
You thought about that.
“…Okay,” you admitted.
Then you held out your hand.
“I’m the girl who cries a lot.”
He looked at your hand for a second, then took it.
Your grip was warm, a little awkward, like you weren’t sure whether this counted as a proper introduction or an apology.
You hesitated.
“…I guess I should finally tell you my name.”
“You probably should,” he said.
“I’m Y/N.”
He repeated it once, like he was committing it to memory.
“Hansol,” he curtly replied.
For a brief moment, the hallway was quiet except for the faint hum of the vending machine beside you.
You wiped the last of your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.
“Well,” you said, standing up and dusting off your jeans, “now you know my name.”
He nodded.
“Yeah.”
You slung your bag over your shoulder and started walking down the hallway, then paused after a few steps and glanced back at him.
“…See you around, Photocopier guy.”
.
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mission accomplished - choi seungcheol
pairing: seungcheol x reader
a/n: back again with another seungcheol fic that makes my heart ache. this was actually the one i'm supposed to gift a couprang friend for her birthday last year but life happened (?) so i was only able to write it now😭 anyways, this is for you a!
tags: english, angst w/o comfort (dahil walang sasaya sa pamilyang 'to eme. belated happy hearts' day everyone💌)
“Y/n, look at me.”
You felt shivers run down your spine the moment you heard his voice. It sounded cold and full of anger, as if he was barely holding himself back.
If this had been a different situation, you would have laughed and hugged him to erase the tension—told him this was all part of a prank or some petty misunderstanding.
But it wasn’t.
The hurtful words you had said earlier—you had already run out of chances to take them back.
“I’ll only believe you if you can look at me directly in the eyes and tell me you didn’t love me,” he said, almost pleading.
Seungcheol Choi never pleads.
He was used to getting whatever he wanted with a single beck and call. One command, and people followed. But right now, he looked like he was one breath away from dropping to his knees in front of you.
And you would be lying if you said your heart wasn’t breaking at the sight of him.
Seungcheol looked so helpless.
But you couldn’t do anything.
Because that was how things were supposed to be. That was what you were tasked to do.
You forced yourself to look at him.
The moment your eyes locked, the world blurred.
You couldn’t hear the wind on the rooftop anymore. You couldn’t feel the cold. All you could see was him—the tightness in his jaw, the way his fists trembled at his sides, the shine in his eyes he refused to let fall.
“Tell me,” he whispered again, his voice cracking despite his effort to stay composed. “Tell me you didn’t love me.”
He had never sounded like this before.
Not the Seungcheol everyone feared.
Not the untouchable man with a heart of steel.
Just a man begging not to be broken.
Your nails dug into your palms. You were trained for this. You've rehearsed these words. You promised yourself you could do it.
“I didn’t,” you were able to force the words out of your mouth but the lie burned your throat. “I never loved you.”
Silence followed.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Seungcheol stared at you as if dissecting every micro-expression, searching for the truth you were trying so hard to bury.
“You’re lying,” he breathed.
“I’m not.”
“You kissed me like you meant it,” he said, stepping closer. “You looked at me like I was your home.”
Your heart cracked.
“That was a mistake.”
And then you saw it happen—the exact second something inside him gave way.
“A mistake?” he repeated with a hollow laugh. “So everything was just… what? Part of your job?”
The truth hovered between the both of you.
You didn’t answer.
Because silence was safer than confession.
Because if you told him the truth—that you had been sent to get close to him, to destroy him, to dismantle everything he built—he would burn the world down trying to protect you.
And he would die.
You couldn’t let that happen.
So you chose cruelty.
“Yes,” you said quietly. “It was my job.”
The vulnerability in his eyes slowly hardened into something distant. Guarded.
“You played me.”
“I did.” A truth wrapped in a lie.
“Was there ever a moment,” he asked hoarsely, “Even a second, when it wasn’t fake?”
Of course there were. Too many, in fact.
The late-night talks.
The rare softness he has that only you were allowed to see.
The way he brushed your hair away from your face as if you were something fragile.
But that wasn’t part of the mission.
“No,” you said.
He nodded slowly, like he was engraving your answer into his bones.
“Then I guess I was the only fool here.” He stepped back. The distance between you felt wider than the entire city below.
He turned his back on you.
Each step he took felt like a blade carving into your ribs. You bit the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood, refusing to call his name.
Don’t run after him.
Don’t ruin everything.
Just before reaching the door, he stopped.
Without facing you, he spoke—his voice calm again. Controlled. Dangerous.
“If this is what you were tasked to do… then whoever gave you that order—” he paused, his jaw tightening, “I’ll make them regret it.”
Your breath caught.
He knew.
Not everything.
But enough.
The door opened.
Then closed.
And for the first time since you were assigned to destroy Seungcheol Choi—you allowed yourself to break.
Your knees gave out. You sank to the cold floor, pressing a trembling hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that finally escaped.
Mission accomplished.
Heart destroyed.
waking up (next to you) - choi seungcheol
pairing: seungcheol x reader
wc: 1.1k
a/n: i swear this is wholesome🤧 suggestive but nothing actually happened. this is just based from a scene i wrote from a story i'll never write lmao.
enjoy reading!
For the first time in your life, you had absolutely no idea what to do.
You’re known as the rational one in your circle of friends. In every situation, you’ve always got a Plan A all the way to Z neatly lined up. You’re the reliable one—the “don’t worry, they’ve got this” person.
But this time, it felt like you’d reached a dead end. It’s been five minutes since you woke up, and three minutes since you fully grasped the dilemma you’re facing, yet you still have no idea what the hell you’re supposed to do next.
Should you just go back to sleep, just in case all of this is just a dream?
Or should you gather the clothes scattered across the floor, fix yourself, get out of this place as fast as possible, and pretend this nightmare never happened?
Honestly, you’d love to believe it’s the first option—but deep down, you know this isn’t a dream or some overactive imagination. And if it couldn't get any worse… you remember absolutely nothing. You were really that out of it last night.
You instinctively groan and kick the air in frustration, which causes the person sleeping beside you to shift. You immediately slap a hand over your mouth as you watch him slowly stir awake.
Only his lower half is covered by the blanket, so when he moves, the muscles on his back become painfully obvious. His hair is a complete mess, and suddenly you regret having zero memory of grabbing it—if you even did. And when his face finally turns toward you, you’re already screaming internally because holy hell—how on earth did you end up in bed with a ridiculously handsome stranger?
“Stop staring and just kiss me, babe.”
You snap back to reality the moment the man suddenly speaks. His eyes are still closed, but it’s obvious he’s already awake.
“I wasn’t staring at you,” you deny firmly—if only to save face. Sure, he’s good-looking. Definitely your type. But come on, you still have some shame. You’re not about to admit it that easily.
He finally opens his eyes and smiles at you. “Sure,” he says, “but can I still get a kiss?”
He says it in such an endearing—yet undeniably sexy—way that, for a moment, you almost give in. Almost. But then you remind yourself that you can only afford one stupid decision a day (e.g., sleeping with someone you barely know), so you resist.
With great difficulty.
“You're crazy!” You jump up so fast that you end up dragging the blanket with you. Unfortunately, you forgot that you’re sharing it with him, so the part covering him gets pulled off too. “AHHH—THAT’S R-RATED!” you scream scandalously and immediately turn away.
His soft laughter fills the air while you stand there, unsure whether you’d rather be swallowed whole by the ground or be taken by St. Peter already—assuming you’re even allowed up there.
“You’re cute,” the man comments, still chuckling.
“Can you just get dressed already?!”
“Alright, alright! You can turn around now.”
You started counting from one to ten before finally looking back. You never know—he might just be messing with you. Luckily, he’s actually dressed now, wearing boxer shorts and a white loose sando.
Damn those biceps. And he has a goddamn tattoo peeking on his back too!
You tried to calm yourself. If only your friends could hear what you're thinking right now, they’d probably cry.
Speaking of your friends, a wave of panic suddenly crashes into you—especially because you can’t remember telling them where you were. They’re probably already worried sick. You immediately searched for your phone and found it on the bedside table.
58 messages
74 missed calls
Oh God. Your feet feel frozen to the floor as you stare at the numbers—at how many messages they’ve sent and how many times they’ve tried to call you.
Y/n, where are u? Min hasn’t stopped crying. We’re worried about you.
I’m telling you, Y/n, if you don’t text me back as soon as possible, we’re going to the police.
You’d only read two messages and your head was already starting to hurt. You could practically hear their lecture about you going missing the entire night. And knowing them, they’d really go to the police if it came to that.
You let out a loud sigh before finally pressing the call button. The first ring doesn’t even finish before someone picks up.
“[Y/n?]” Jeonghan’s voice comes out stern—the kind he only uses when he’s angry, which is rare.
“Jeonghan…”
“[Where the hell are you? Why did you suddenly disappear last night? Samantha called me crying because they couldn’t find you!]”
“Jeonghan, I’m sorry…”
“[Sorry? Y/n, a lot of people are worried about you, and you didn’t even think to call or text to say where you ended up? Were you even thinking?]
Maybe it was just momentary anger, you think. Maybe he was only talking like that because he was really worried about you—but you can’t help feeling hurt by what you’re hearing. And the way he said it…
So instead of explaining yourself like you should have, you let your emotions take over.
“Jeonghan, I’m already a grown woman. I’m not the same little girl who needs to be watched 24/7, so I think I have the right to go wherever I want without asking for permission, right?”
“[What? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? You know what—just go home right now. We’ll talk about this at the house. I’ll have Manong Dan pick you up. Send me your address.]”
Panic shoots through your system.
You can’t do that. You’d be in even bigger trouble if Jeonghan found out you spent the night at a stranger’s house.
“I can go home by myself.” You didn’t wait for him to argue and hung up immediately. You rubbed your face and exhaled, realizing you’d probably just made everything worse.
“Breakfast?”
You were still lying on the bed when you heard someone speak. You looked up to see the stranger leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, completely unbothered.
“Do you… have breakfast with everyone you… share this bed with?” you ask, hesitating on the last part. The invitation genuinely surprised you. According to your friends, one-night stands are all about sex—no cuddling, and definitely no breakfast.
He just walked toward the side of the bed and rested a hand on the headboard. Leaning in, his face now far too close for your liking, you felt your heart skip a beat. He smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Bold words, babe. But just so we’re clear… you’re the first one I’ve ever shared this bed with.”
“Liar.” You shot back immediately. Instead of arguing, he just held out his free hand.
“I’m Seungcheol. And you are?”
“I’m…” You reached for his face and tapped his cheek lightly, your tone dripping with mock seriousness. “not interested.”
Then your eyes caught the dress from last night, still hanging at the foot of the bed, so you slid away from him and grabbed it.
Before he could even blink, you’d made your escape—out of his room, out of his life, and hopefully out of any more awkward situations for the day.
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in the midst of the crowd — kim mingyu
out of line - kim mingyu
pairing: mingyu x reader
a/n: what watching a sad movie on a random tuesday does to a person🤧
also stream Serenade by DK and Boo for good health!
“Fuck you, Mingyu!” You shoved your hands against his chest with enough force to almost make him stumble. “I won’t be the one you settle for just because you can’t have the person you actually want!”
“Y/N, what are you—” He tried to reach for you again, but you immediately slapped his hand away. And for the first time, you saw a tear slip down his cheek as he stared at you with disbelief—and unmistakable pain.
“Don’t you dare deny it! Do you think I don’t see the way you look at her every time she’s around? It fucking hurts, Mingyu. Aren’t you ashamed? I’m your girlfriend—”
“Exactly!” he finally snapped. “You’re my girlfriend! What more do you want? Why do you keep dragging her into our relationship?”
“That’s exactly the point—our relationship. It’s supposed to be just me and you. But the whole time we were together, it always felt like I was the outsider. Everyone around me keeps talking about how good you and Therese look together, how perfect you are as a couple…”
You couldn’t finish what you were saying as you broke down into uncontrollable sobs.
He immediately rushed to you and pulled you into a tight embrace.
You buried your face in his chest, slowly calming yourself down. “I love you, Mingyu. I really do. But if the price of loving you is constantly being reminded that I’ll never be enough, I don’t think I can do this anymore. Let’s break up.”
Instead of letting you go, his arms only tightened around you, as if he was afraid you might slip away. “Can we please stop this, love? It’s getting too painful already. I don’t think I can stay in character anymore.”
You lifted your head to look at him, only to see how red his eyes were from crying. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “We were just getting to the exciting part!”
He shook his head violently. “No. No more. I can’t do it anymore, love. We can practice your lines again later. You’ve been crying for a while now.”
“As if you’re not crying too,” you teased, but he only pouted like a child.
“Because it hurts so much to see you cry,” he replied, gently wiping the remaining tears from your face. “And you sounded so serious when you said you wanted to break up with me—I thought it was real.”
You smiled. Oh, this silly man.
“Were you really scared?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “So please, let’s never do that again. For my sanity.”
—♡—
sleep hugs - kim mingyu
pairing: mingyu x reader
a/n: just me having a tiny brainrot of a dad!mingyu being a scaredy-cat lmao i could bet this would happen in real life jk
and i'm just hoping i wrote it as fun as how it played in my head😭
He wasn't saying anything, but you could tell there was something wrong as he pressed himself closer to you.
"Love, are you okay?" You finally asked.
"Did I wake you up?" Guilt laced his voice. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's fine," you turned to face him but his arms remained wrapped around you. "Are you having nightmares again?"
He shook his head. "I'm not. But I'm definitely hearing something..."
Your brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, I might just be imagini---"
And as if on cue, you both heard it. It sounded like a whimper, like someone crying.
Right then, you already knew who it was, so you didn't even hesitate to get up. Mingyu, however, was quick to grab your wrist. "Love, where are you going? What if it's a ghost?"
"It's not a ghost, Love. I'm certain about that."
"How?"
"I just know, okay? Now let me go so we can both get some sleep."
He hesitated, but seeing your determination, he finally let you get out of his hold. However, it didn't mean his worry dissipated.
He followed you as you walked towards your bedroom door. When you opened it, your hunch was confirmed.
Right outside your room, was your son Jion hugging his knees, crying. You immediately crouched before him.
"Jion, why are you crying, sweetheart?" Upon hearing your voice, the child looked up at you, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks.
"I can't sleep, Mama."
"Then you should have just come into our room. I told you before, right? You can always sleep beside us, anytime," you assured him.
"But Mama, I'm already a big boy. I should be able to sleep on my own, but I still can't," he sobbed even louder. Mingyu, who had been quietly watching, kneeled down and spread his arms. Understanding what it meant, Jion quickly went to his father for a hug.
"It doesn't matter how big you are, you can still sleep with us anytime you want," Mingyu told him while giving your son light comforting pats on his back.
"Really, Papa?" Jion asked. "Can I still get 'sleep hugs' even when I'm already old?"
Mingyu nodded and kissed the top of Jion's head. "Of course, you can."
"Just don't scare your Papa again next time," you teased which then earned you a fake glare and pout from your husband.
—♡—
just that — chwe hansol
pairing: vernon x afab!reader
prompt: "are you guys dating?" or that one time you strongly denied your relationship and he got sulky(?)
a/n: another fic for my fave secret dating x brother's bestfriend trope >.<. this was initially posted on another site before i decided to take it down and let it sit on my drafts for a year lol.
It was already two in the morning but you were still wide awake. With all the things you have done the whole day, it was expected that everyone, including you, would doze off as soon as you get on your beds. Unfortunately, you didn't.
The guilt that has been consuming you since earlier is what's actually making it hard for you to sleep. You had been rolling on the bed too many times as if that would help ease the regret you had been feeling (spoiler alert: it didn't).
When you arrived at your vacation house this morning, you and Vernon had tried to be as discreet with your relationship as possible. You going on a trip together wasn't a new sight, anyway. Vernon and your older brother, Wonwoo had been friends since freshmen year of college so the former is usually invited in times like this and so you both thought you could just let this three days pass without anyone knowing what you really have. However, it seemed like Wonwoo already had a hint about it and had been watching you the entire time. And alas! While you were having dinner, the million-dollar question was finally dropped.
"Are you guys dating?"
Vernon was about to answer but you suddenly panicked and was the one who replied instead, "Of course not. He is just like an older brother to me!"
As soon as you said it, you already wanted to take it back. But it was too late. Vernon may not have said a word but the disappointed look on his face spoke volumes. After that, you avoided each other for the rest of the night.
To be honest, this had been a subject of your arguments a couple of times before. Vernon wanted to tell your friends and families that you have been together for four months already but you're strongly against it. It isn't because you were embarassed about your relationship or afraid that your family would say something negative (if anything, they're very very supportive). It's just that you wanted to enjoy the privacy you had without others minding your business, especially your brother Wonwoo who had been protective of you since your fallout with Joshua, even though it had been years and you have already moved on. He's also the reason why your past suitors had immediately scrammed away after going through the interrogation stage.
"Stop scaring them, will you?" You remembered complaining one time but your brother just shrugged.
"If they get scared of me and give up that easily then they're not really willing to fight for you. People like that are not worth it."
You knew you brother means well but sometimes you just want him to tone down the scare meter a little bit. Because if this continues, you might end up being single for the rest of his life.
But then, Vernon happened.
You already knew who Vernon was since he was a senior in high school. Vernon lives alone because the rest of his family is in another country. That's why when he gets a weekend off from the university, he would tag along with Wonwoo to your house to hang out. He is basically a part of your family now. However, the both of you didn't really got the chance to talk to each other because you were busy studying and usually just stays in your room the whole day when Vernon visits.
That set-up lasted for months until your first day in college. Wonwoo was supposed to give you the tour but had to cancel since he had to attend to something urgently. Of course, knowing you would whine about it nonstop, Wonwoo sent another person to guide you.
It's none other than *drum rolls please*, his best friend, Vernon. Surprise, surprise!
"Hi," that was just the first word that Vernon said to you (while sporting that smile that YOU swear would actually make anyone melt if possible), but you already knew you would fall for him. HARD.
You wouldn't admit it at first. The guy's nice (and freaking handsome and hot too) but you didn't want to give meaning to that kindness because you thought Vernon might just be doing it because you are his bestfriend's sister. However, it wasn't easy to supress the feelings when every time your eyes meet or when you smile at each other, butterflies would fill your stomach.
Not to mention, Vernon would also never forget to buy you your fave Iced Americano every chance he gets.
Luckily, it isn't a one-sided affection. Because apparently, Vernon is feeling the same towards you. The confession was nothing grand but for you, it was romantic and perfect.
It was in the middle of the crowd, during the Music Festival as your university's resident band was playing Enchanted by Taylor Swift, when Vernon looked at you directly in the eye and told you, "I like you so much y/n. I know this might be too sudden for you but I've been keeping this for a while and I just want to let it out. It's alright if you won't like me back ---"
"Shut up. I like you too," You replied while chuckling. You found Vernon blabbering cute because most of the time when you're together, you did the most talking and he would just agree and smile at you every now and then.
That was also the night that your relationship became official.
What followed was the happiest four months of your life. But now you're afraid that it would be cut short if you won't reconcile with Vernon as soon as possible.
You weren't able to take it anymore so you finally got up and carefully tiptoed as you went out of the room. You were just about to go to the next room but you heard a soft mumbling sound from the living room. That's when you realized that someone other than you were still up and is watching the television.
At first, you thought it was your brother but when you saw the brown hair peeking on the couch's headrest, it was a confirmation that it was him—your boyfriend.
Biting your lower lip, you walked towards Vernon who still haven't noticed that you were there. It didn't seem like he was focused to what he was watching, he was more like 'spacing out".
"Nonie?" You called softly and poked at Vernon's arm. The latter automatically looked up to you and blinked multiple times, probably making sure if you were really there or just his imagination.
"Why are you still awake?" Vernon reached for your hand and squeezed it lightly. You resisted yourself from crying because of how sweet your boyfriend is right now when he should be mad at you.
"I'm sorry about earlier," you said but Vernon shook his head.
"I should be the one saying sorry, babe. I told you I would respect your decision but I still acted up."
"But I know you're upset about it, Nonie."
"No. A little disappointed, I guess. I just don't want to hide anything anymore, especially our relationship. I don't want this to stay like a dirty secret because it's not."
You nodded and came over to sit on Vernon's lap. Your boyfriend was obviously taken aback but he just let you be eventually. He even encircled his arms in your waist to pull you closer.
"Okay. We'll tell them tomorrow."
Vernon's eyes widened. "Tomorrow?"
"Why are you so surprised?" You let out a laugh. "Are you still not ready?'
"Of course, I am. I've been preparing for it for months,"
"So you're not scared of Wonwoo-oppa?"
"As my friend, no. But as your brother, yes. I can even imagine him strangling me the second he finds about us."
You both knew that's far from Wonwoo's personality so he would most likely not do that but who knows? It could be worse.
"You'll be fine, Nonie. But if ever you get broken bones, don't worry, there's a nearby hospital, we can just--aw" you tried teasing him but Vernon was already pinching your nose before you could even finish your sentence.
"You're lucky I would do anything for you."
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You were supposed to go to your hometown for the weekends. Unfortunately, there was a storm coming in the area so your mother, being the worrywart that she is, strictly told you to just stay in your apartment because it'll be dangerous if you push through with your travel.
And you did.
However, as early as ten in the morning, you were already bored as hell. You've tried taking a nap since the weather was perfect for it but it wasn't working, so you just stayed up and decided to review for your exams even though they are still a month away.
Moments later, you were already so immersed in reading when your phone suddenly rang. You absentmindedly answered it without even bothering to check who it was.
"Hello?"
"Did you just woke up?" You heard a familiar voice on the other line. It only took you half a second for you to recognize that it was Seokmin.
"Nope. Been awake since four. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just checking up on you. Your mom said you didn't go home?"
"Yes, I didn't. Storm's a bitch," you automatically groaned when you remember how disappointed you were earlier. You leaned back on your chair, "Why would she tell you though?"
"Well, she said her daughter might be crying because she's alone in her apartment right now."
"Stop it, Seok. I know she didn't say that. And besides, I'm already an adult. I can handle myself," you confidently defended yourself which made him chuckle.
"I'm sure you can. Looks like I have nothing to worry about then. I'll hang up now."
"Okay," you waited for him to hang up before you could go back to what you were doing seconds have passed but he still didn't drop the call. "I thought you're hanging up."
"I can't."
"I knew it," It was now your turn to laugh. You know he'd be saying a cheesy line any minute now, like he always does. You already told him that it makes you cringe but he still says them for you anyway. Because he knows that no matter how much you deny it, it still makes your heart flutter like crazy. "I bet you'll say something like you love hearing my voice, won't you?"
"You got me. I can listen to your voice the whole day."
"Well, Mister. You can't just hear it for free, I'm sorry. Your trial period is over. I'll be hanging up right now," you opted to teasing him, because you were too shy to admit you also feel the same way for him.
"Then how does hamburger and pizza sound for a payment?"
Your mouth automatically went agape when you heard his offer. You haven't eaten any breakfast because you were so lazy to get out and buy something. Plus, it's also near lunch time now and your stomach is already growling in hunger. Talk about perfect timing!
"Okay! Deal! I'll wait for it!"
"You're so quick when it comes to food, aren't you?"
"You know I live for it."
"Then is it me or hamburgers?"
"Don't be cruel. I never once made you choose between ramyeon and me."
"Okay," he chuckled. "Fair point."
"Did you already order it?"
"It's already on its way, Madam."
"I'm sorry. You know how impatient am I when I'm starving--" you weren't able to finish what you were saying when you were interrupted by a sudden knocking . "Wait, someone's at my door. I'll just check who it is."
You hurriedly went out of your room and it wasn't long before you arrived at your front door. When you finally opened it, there he was...
A guy wearing a black hoodie, holding two boxes of pizza and hamburgers in his left hand with his phone on his right hand, smiling shyly at you.
"Hi, love."
You let out a chortle and pulled him into a hug. It obviously surprised him but he still hugged you back eventually and then kissed the top of your head.
It was definitely Seokmin, your cheesy sweet boyfriend.
—♡—
May Sarton, The House by the Sea
pairing: joshua x reader
a/n: made a joshua version of the prompt used in this sk fic. this is just pure fluff as always so i hope you enjoy it!
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"You okay?"
Joshua worriedly asked as he held your elbow when you almost tripped on your step. You gave him a reassuring smile before standing up straight.
"I'm fine. Don't worry," you told him even though your feet were already aching from wearing a three-inch heels for four long hours. If only wearing sneakers in a wedding is allowed, you would've done it without second thoughts.
But unfortunately, you can't. So that's a bummer.
Lucky for you though, you have an attentive boyfriend who saw through you. He knew you enough to see that you're hiding your pain with your smile, as usual.
"No you're not," he sighed and led you to a nearby bench. "Sit here."
You're about to protest again but he tilted his head and gave you a look that literally says, "Please don't fight me on this."
"Fine," you plopped yourself on the bench and sat comfortably. You were expecting him to sit beside you but then he kneeled in front of you and reached for your feet. "What are you doing?"
He just smiled and removed the straps of your sandals then placed them on the side. You released a sigh of relief when your feet were finally freed from constraints.
"Feeling better now?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome, hon," he replied and checked your feet again. When he saw the area with redness, he looked up to you with worried eyes. "You've been enduring it for hours, why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want to be whiny at your cousin's wedding."
He let out a chuckle and reached for your hand to kiss it.
"You did a good job, Y/n. But the next time you feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me okay?"
You eagerly nodded.
"It's getting late. Should we go home now?"
"But I don't want to wear those stupid heels again."
"I know. So I have a better idea," he turned his back on you. "Hop on."
Good thing you're wearing an ankle-long flowing dress so you don't have to worry about it riding up or something.
You then wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs on his waist.
"I love you Shuji," You whispered as he lifted you up. Upon hearing it, he slightly turned his head to you and looked at you adoringly.
"I love you too Y/n."
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a very random ice skater!minghao x reader brainrot just because ^.^
"You have to let go of my hand now."
Instead of doing what he said, you gripped his hand tighter. He was already biting his lower lip, obviously amused of your current dilemma.
"I can't," you said shaking your head. You felt pathetic because it was you who asked him to teach you how to ice skate but you were actually so afraid to try because you might slip. "How come you're so good at this?"
"I trained Yn," he answered you matter-of-factly. Of course, he did. He looks so graceful whenever he skates on the ice. It's like he was born for it. "I will guide you don't worry."
"What if I slip?"
"Then I'll just have to help you stand up. Come on, you can do it."
His simple encouragement did a lot to boost your resolve.
Little by little, you let go of his hand unconsciously.
He was just smiling at you the entire time.
After a few minutes, you were already getting the hang of it. He was looking at you proudly as you make your own strides.
"It's fun isn't it?"
"It is. I should make a career out of it, what do you think?"
Like a supportive boyfriend he is, he nodded while laughing. "You really should."
However, all of a sudden, you twisted your ankle and dropped to the floor.
Minghao immediately came to your rescue, "Yn are you okay?"
"No, I'm not," you said almost crying because your butt really hurts after you fell.
"Okay. Let's get you out of here. Can you stand?"
You shook your head, "Can you just carry me on your back?"
He contemplated for a second, "No. That won't do."
And the next thing you know, you were already floating.
No.
He scooped you up gently then carried you bridal-style.
How he managed to skate from the middle of the ice rink to the benches while carrying you, you have absolutely no idea.
—♡—
pairing: seungkwan x reader
content: dramatic but softie bf!kwan🥹
a/n: he kept appearing on my tl so i took it as a sign and wrote this lmao. love you, my tangerine!
you were already half-awake when you heard someone knocking on your bedroom door.
"yn?" you immediately recognized your boyfriend's voice. "it's me, seungkwan."
but instead of getting up, you stayed buried in your sheets and even covered your face with a pillow to block the sunlight that's seeping through your window sill.
"are you there?"
you still didn't respond. this obviously bothered him so he opened the door very slowly. he peeked inside only to find you still halfway in dreamland.
"i can't believe you!" he dramatically gasped and marched towards your bed. "why are you still not ready?"
"why are you here?" you asked groggily. you actually know the reason why he came but you always found it cute when he's annoyed so you acted like you totally forgot.
of course, you succeeded because his mouth went wide open and he was shaking his head in disbelief.
"why am I here?" he repeated your question and pettily grabbed the pillow away from your face. "are you seriously asking me that? we agreed to go out today yn! i can't believe you forgot!"
"i thought we were going out on the weekends."
"it's already saturday yn!" he replied while pouting and giving you that particular stare which screams, 'i am so done with you!'
"i'm sorry babe," you finally apologized because it was really your fault for not waking up early. "i didn't forgot. i am just too sleepy since I slept late last night."
his mood instantly shifted from being annoyed to worried. he carefully settled himself on the side of your bed and extended his hand to caress your face lightly.
"then do you want us to just stay here? I can let you rest the whole day. we can have our date on another day." he said it so sweetly it almost melted your heart. it might seem like he's the dramatic one most of the time but he's actually very considerate to you and your needs.
"of course not. we should go," you said indignantly. you were looking forward to this day since you haven't had a real date for a while because you have been both busy with work for the past weeks, especially seungkwan. with their group having a comeback, his schedule was really tight.
"are you sure?"
when you nodded in confirmation, he instantly flashed that cute smile of his. seriously, why is everything about him so adorable?
"okay then. you better get ready now!" he pulled both of your arms and eventually succeeded on making you get up. when you tugged his arm back, he stared at you with a confused expression. "what now?"
"can you turn around please?"
"what are you planning to do?" he asked you suspiciously and you can't help but let out a laugh.
"just do it please," it was obvious that he was still baffled but he exactly did what you asked.
"gosh yn! what are you--" he immediately complained when you suddenly rode his back.
"to the bathroom, please!" you squealed.
"you have your own feet, you know."
"i know. but I'm still so sleepy," you rested your head on his shoulders and pretended to close your eyes. he scoffed.
"you're such a baby," he grumbled but he still linked both of his arms to your legs so you won't fall.
"you still love me though."
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MINGYU LALALI, 2024
STREAM LALALI MV (HHU) 🔥
sincerely yours - choi seungcheol
pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader
content: married life, dad!seungcheol's reaction when your daughter received a love letter.
(spoiler alert: he freaked out😭)
word count: 1.5k
Tuesday nights have always been Seungcheol's turn to wash the dishes. In retrospect, no one can even make him do a single household chore when he was younger. He grew up surrounded by helpers who were paid to do the job so he didn't try as much to learn them.
However, that changed when he married you. Probably it was because of how you were raised differently from him but you’re not comfortable of having other people hovering around your house to "do things you can do on your own". And unwilling as he was at first, Seungcheol ended up indulging you because that's how whipped he is. (He'd undoubtedly say yes had you even declared the sky green.)
So here he is, seven years later, a "master" on the craft of washing the dishes. It's silly how such a simple thing could make him so happy but really, it wasn't easy for him to reach this point. He broke plates after plates that he swore at one point he saw you gritting your teeth like you were one thread away from strangling him.
But he said that every time you would smile at him and utter a soft thank you, hell, everything's worth it.
"Why are you smiling like a fool?"
He turned to see you leaning on the counter watching him with suspicion. A sheepish smile escaped from Seungcheol's lips as he reached out for a dry towel to wipe his hands.
"You don't have to know," he teased.
Your brows furrowed, "You better not be thinking of another woman or else..."
Seungcheol chuckled and walked towards you. He leaned, placing his hands on your sides, caging you on the counter. The action was so sudden it caught you off guard.
"How would I do that when you're everything I think about every waking day of my life? Hmm?" He planted a kiss on your shoulder which made you gasp. Years into your marriage but this little things your husband does still makes you giddy like a teenager. And of course, the blush spreading all over your face didn't escape Seungcheol, causing him to grin wider. Your reaction to his touch will always be his favorite drug.
"Now, you're just flattering me..."
"I'm being sincere," Seungcheol insisted and met your eyes. "I still can't believe that after all these years, I'm actually married to you. How can I be so damn lucky?"
After he said that, your pouting lips turned into a wide smile. He is such a dork, you thought. You can't resist it anymore so you cupped his cheeks to kiss the tip of his nose. Being the competitive guy that he is, he did the same to you while chuckling.
"I'm luckier to have married you, Cheollie. You're everything I've dreamed of a husband."
"Are you sure? I remember six years ago, you said you'll divorce me because I forgot to clean our room."
"Well, you already learned your lesson, didn't you?"
Seungcheol nodded, "I most certainly did."
"Oh by the way, I have something to tell you," you said a little bit later. Your arms were already wrapped around Seungcheol's waist with your chin on his broad chest.
"Baby no. 3?" Seungcheol asked hopefully and he only received a pinch on his side. "Aw! I'm just kidding sweetheart!"
"Tss," You removed yourself from Seungcheol but you still didn't let go of his arm while you gently dragged him to your living room. You picked up something from your coffee table and even though he was basically towering over you, he still wasn't able to have a clear sight of what it was because you were quick to hide it on your back.
"What is it?” He curiously asked but instead of answering him immediately, you slightly squeezed his arm."Promise me you won't have a heart attack?"
"How can I promise that sweetheart? Come on."
"Well, okay. Just please don't pass out."
"You're just making me nervous."
You pursed your lips and handed him the familiar heart-shaped paper. The last time he got a hold of something similar to this was during Valentine's Day and he almost lashed out. Good thing, you were able to prevent him from doing so.
"W-what's the meaning of this?"
You clicked your tongue trying to supress your laughter. Knowing your husband, you kind of expected this reaction from him already.
"Found that in your daughter's workbook. I was helping her with her assignment and that fell."
"Damn it! Seriously?" Seungcheol dramatically gasped and stared at the piece of paper again. "Sweetheart, you've already read this haven't you?"
"I did."
"And you're not bothered?"
"No, I'm not. Actually, I find it cute," you replied.
"It isn't." Seungcheol almost shouted but tried hard not to make it too loud because he was well aware the twins were already sleeping. "Look here sweet, whoever this kid was, confessed he has a crush on Chaewon and even wrote I LOVE YOU! He wrote I LOVE YOU to our daughter!"
You finally burst into fits of laughter, "What's wrong with that?"
Seungcheol was starting to get annoyed now but it immediately dissipated when you touched his arm and guided him to sit on the couch.
"Calm down Cheollie. It's just a simple note. No need to fret so much about it," you tried to ease him and Seungcheol sighed. He reached for your hand and pressed it as if he's trying to summon his lost composure.
"I mean...that kid wrote those words for our daughter. To our princess. And he's only what? Six years old? Does he even know what it means?"
"Don't insult the feelings of that kid, Cheollie. You yourself even proposed to someone when you were just what? Three?"
Shock passed through Seungcheol's face. He was just going to defend himself when you waved your free hand. "Don't even try to deny it. It was your mom who told me about it."
"Fine. But that's beside the point...last time it was Jungwon. Our little prince received a similar letter with three red roses on Valentine's Day and now it's Chaewon...and an I love you? God! The moment we received the result of your pregnancy test even felt like it just happened yesterday and now, they're receiving these...things. It's too fast. They're growing up too fast."
"Cheollie. It's not as if they're already marrying--"
Seungcheol was quick to cut off what you were supposed to say. "God no sweetheart! They're just six-year olds!"
"Exactly my point," You calmly said and closed the gap between you by hugging him and burying your face on the crook of Seungcheol's neck. "So loosen up, okay?"
"I'm sorry. It's just that... I know that after several years they'll grow up and will meet a lot of people. And then eventually, both of our kids will each meet the person they will love...but right now, I really just want them to enjoy their childhood first...is that too much to ask?" Seungcheol immediately stopped talking when he heard you sniffing. "Are you crying?"
You lifted your head and hurriedly wiped your tears without looking at him. "This is your fault."
"What did I do?" Seungcheol asked teasingly and helped dry your cheeks. "Okay, I'll stop being irrational now so you should stop crying too."
You immediately shook your head, "You're not being irrational. You're just being a good, scratch that, the best father you have always been. You're loving and responsible."
"And?"
"Fine. Handsome too. Very," you both chuckled. "Jungwon and Chaewon are sure lucky to have you as a father."
“And you as their mother," Seungcheol kissed your forehead.
"Seriously though," You suddenly said and peeked at the paper your husband was holding. "The kid is undeniably sweet writing a letter like that."
"Sweetheart..." He groaned and his plump red lips automatically turning into a pout like that of a kid sulking.
"Sorry," you giggled. "I won't bring it up again."
You both just stayed on the couch for a long time hugging each other. And even with just that, everything felt perfect.
"Cheollie?" You called in a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"I just realized something after reading that kid's letter."
"Uhuh?" Seungcheol responded expectantly.
"That I don't say those words a lot to you," Your voice wavered. "Even if you very much deserved to hear it everyday."
Seungcheol can't help but smile because he is completely aware that you're not the most expressive when it comes to your feelings (which is a complete opposite of him) but he also knew that you have so much love to give and you just have a different way to express it.
"Even if you don't say it everyday sweetheart, I can always feel your love for me and for the twins. And that, " Seungcheol hugged you tighter, "...is more than enough.
"But still, I feel like you want to hear it."
"I do but--"
"I love you, Cheollie." You said rather abruptly and buried your face on Seungcheol's chest. He could only laugh at your cuteness.
"Are you seriously acting shy now?"
Shame was definitely already creeping on your system so you slapped his chest and whined in a low voice, "Stop teasing me!"
With a contented smile, he whispered too.
"I love you more sweetheart."
—♡—
If depression and anxiety don't finish me first, these two will