I'm Jay, I write for SEVENTEEN. If you're here, hope you like my works. Look forward to more this year!! You can always DM me if you want to talk or yap about seventeen!!!
MY WORKS
SEUNGCHEOL
Our Vows - Fluff, Established Relationship
You were sick and frustrated about your day and seungcheol decides to remind you why he is your husband.
World - Fluff, Established relationship
Seugcheol wants you to wake up, you do not want to neither does your daughter. So you bring out the greatest weapon - love, to bring him back to the comfort of cozy sheets and loud laughter
JEONGHAN
Villain - Violence, Bloodshed
Exhausted but not going to give up your chance of survival, you give it your all. But fate has other plans for you.
SEOKMIN
Happy Virus - Fluff, Established Relationship
You were worried about everything as it was your first pregnancy, your husband is here to re-assure you and be your happy virus.
LEE CHAN
Love, Intertwined - Part I - 11k words | Part II - 17k words
Fluff, Slow Burn, Angst, Smut
When a series of unfortunate circumstances leaves the stranger you fell in love with, holding a bad impression of you, you decide that maybe love wasn't in your cards yet and try to move on. But what happens when your path keeps intertwining, taunting you to cross the line? Will you dare again? Or will you not?
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
the discontentment with dino's album is truly appalling bc i'm failing to see where this is even a fraction of the problem some of these people are making it out to be. everyone wants fresh and fun till it breaks the norm in a very non intrusive way, this is not the first time an alter ego has been used in music, or in Kpop. in fact I think its a really clever way around the uneven pairings and it's putting a genuinely refreshing twist that isn't manufactured just for this album.
also. I don't wanna hear JACK shit bc the way Wait was done dirty is something I'll never forget. people want something to be mad at and it shows bc it's anarchy anytime someone steps outside of the box. and again, HES BARELY TOEING OUT OF IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!! future of Kpop this future of Kpop that please do not speak if you can't handle the change being the future brings
no bc i’ve actually cried over the thought of him seeing all of this hate like pls he’s just a baby leave him alone
i was literally SO excited to hear that my man pi cheolin was dropping his own album and i was so shocked to see that so many other ppl were mad????? like are we watching the same content orrr
the discontentment with dino's album is truly appalling bc i'm failing to see where this is even a fraction of the problem some of these people are making it out to be. everyone wants fresh and fun till it breaks the norm in a very non intrusive way, this is not the first time an alter ego has been used in music, or in Kpop. in fact I think its a really clever way around the uneven pairings and it's putting a genuinely refreshing twist that isn't manufactured just for this album.
also. I don't wanna hear JACK shit bc the way Wait was done dirty is something I'll never forget. people want something to be mad at and it shows bc it's anarchy anytime someone steps outside of the box. and again, HES BARELY TOEING OUT OF IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!! future of Kpop this future of Kpop that please do not speak if you can't handle the change being the future brings
warnings: suggestive, making out, reader is a little shit lowkey
a/n: my first fic for my favorite unc, yay!!! finally wrote for yudai after what seems like forever since i started writing for the teamies…. idk what took me so long…………
despite acting as a single mom of eight for a big portion of his life, koga yudai’s patience was nowhere near a saint’s.
it wasn’t bad, per se. having a friend group consisting solely of younger people should’ve, in theory, taught him perseverance, a level of endurance needed to survive with such chaotic surroundings. and to be truthful, he has definitely improved a lot over the years — he wasn’t as severely affected by his friend’s constant shenanigans, endless bickering and multiple humorous comments about his age. he’s grown accustomed to it: developing something akin to a shield, a protection from these usual situations getting on his nerves. but there was one thing he wasn’t immune to.
you.
you and your everlasting act of innocency — an act curated specifically to piss him off, he thought, targeted at him with a motive he couldn’t quite decipher. or maybe there was no real motive behind it. maybe you just wanted to see your boyfriend finally lose it. and yet each time without fail, he had managed to keep his composure, or rather its last remains, in tact: without succumbing to your obvious trickery, your plan which seemed almost perfect failing on you once again. he had left you no choice but to use extreme measures — and with just how determined and curious you were, you knew that this time, it had to work.
the first time it happened, yudai almost didn’t notice it.
tired after work and barely closing the door behind him, he smiled immediately when he saw you — your figure leaning against the wall of the hall, phone in hand as you waved him hello, a seemingly innocent smile curving up your lips. had he not been this worn out, he would’ve probably noticed the mischievous glint in your eyes, the scheming look painted across your face. and yet this time, he remained blissfully unaware, focusing on taking off his shoes and loosening his tie with his right hand, veins showing clearly on his outer palm. you came up to him — taking the few steps needed to get to where he was standing, his arm immediately reaching for your waist, already leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
and yet somehow, instead of your lips, it had landed on your cheek.
his brows furrowed for just a second, but he decided to pay it no mind: maybe it was just an unfortunate accident, you not noticing the fact that he wanted to kiss you. it happens sometimes — and so koga yudai decided to ignore it this time, heading towards your shared bedroom to change into something more comfortable before coming back out, eyes immediately locking in on your figure already sprawled out on the sofa, a blanket thrown over your legs, gaze directed at your phone screen. he immediately took it as a chance to cuddle up right next to you. his lean frame plopped down right next to you, head finding its way to your shoulder as his body finally relaxed, allowing himself a moment of pleasure.
naturally, in true yudai fashion, it wasn’t long before he leaned in again (courtesy of being the clingies boyfriend when left alone with you), lips puckering just slightly as if to show more clearly that he wanted a kiss this time. and yet despite his attempts, you remained unfazed — almost dismissive of his needs.
his face got mere millimeters from yours, lips almost grazing yours, and you only turned away from him. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks for a few seconds — then tried again, this time aiming more precisely.
and still, he missed. or rather you moved away from him: this time lifting yourself up just slightly, into a seating position.
‘you are dodging my kisses.’ he stated simply, his face still hovering over yours. this allegation finally got your attention as you raised your gaze from your phone up to yudai, a smile forming on your lips immediately.
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you answered him, shrugging ever so slightly. ‘i’m just playing a game on my phone. didn’t notice you wanted a kiss.’
‘oh, really?’
your boyfriend decided to test your credibility — face inching closer to your one last time, trying once again to kiss you.
and once again, just like with each previous attempt, you turned your head away from him at the last second. that was exactly when all the pieces in yudai’s head seemed to fall into place.
‘oh, i see how it is.’
‘what do you mean- hey, that’s mine!’ you exclaimed suddenly upon noticing that he had reached for your phone, snatching it out of your hands and throwing it to the other end of the couch. you opened your mouth to protest, say just about anything — but to no avail, as before you could even form a single word, yudai’s lips were on yours.
the kiss was intense: lips clashing against each other with a newfound force, noses brushing, his tongue immediately tangling up with yours. his entire body hovered above you, held up by just one of his hands — the other one gripping your waist tightly, but not too strong so as not to hurt you. he left you almost no room to take a breath, the vigour with which he kissed you almost sweeping you off your feet. had you been standing up when he initiated the kiss, your knees would’ve probably went out.
you couldn’t help the smirk pulling at your lips, and yudai noticed it immediately, feeling it against his own lips.
‘got what you wanted, angel?’ he didn’t bother pulling away, words mumbled against your lips as his hand trailed higher, travelling up your arms before resting on the side of your neck.
‘exactly what i wanted.’ you murmured back, lips working dynamically against yours. ‘wanted to see my ever so calm boyfriend finally lose his composure.’
‘that’s cute.’ he whispered, lips grazing yours. you leaned in closer to connect them together — and yet this time, it was yudai who pulled away just in time for you to miss. ‘i assume you’re ready to suffer the consequences, then?’
the speed with which your smile turned into a frown was almost comical, a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight.
‘aww, can’t stand being denied a kiss?’ he cooed, leaning in closer again, just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his skin. you tried once more: and remained disappointed as yudai barely pulled away, holding you in place with one of his hands.
he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.
‘it’s not that easy, angel. maybe you should ask nicely.’
you glared at him and yudai only smiled — that same mischievous look you had on your face just minutes earlier now glued to his. you were almost disappointed at how quickly he turned things around and ended up on top in this situation: but then again, seeing your boyfriend like this — chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, the stern look in his eyes laced with just a hint of cockiness, face so close to yours — you couldn’t help the excitement building up in your chest. this might’ve been the most attractive he’s ever been.
so you sighed and decided to comply this one time.
one ‘please’ and a look into your seemingly pleading eyes was enough for him to give in, enough for yudai to give you everything you wanted and more.
warnings: angst, no happy ending, major character death
a/n: i’m back at it again! this whole fic is stupid but i am wrote this bcs i like the idea of someone actually missing me when i'm gone. idk what else to say, enjoy..?
nakakita yuma made sure he looked his best for this day.
the reflection staring at him from the mirror seemed to almost not be his own — hair combed and styled, something he rarely ever did, definitely not on a daily basis, his expression uneasy, almost anxious. his eyes wandered down to his outfit, the ironed out shirt clinging to his body, a perfect fit, the long, black pants adding a hint of seriousness to his look, something which could maybe almost resemble elegance. he felt as if he’s worn someone else’s skin — this was unlike him in every possible way, unlike the style of clothing he’d worn on a daily basis, unlike what his normal, day to day life looked like. but then again, it had to be different; this day was no ordinary one for him, and for him to look ordinary on a day filled with such importance would’ve been a crime in itself.
the bouquet of flowers stood proudly in the clear vase on his kitchen counter, a beautiful arrangement of different colours, delicate petals of camellias, crimson roses, tulips and marigolds held up together with a dark, lace ribbon. he had bought it earlier that day — making sure the flowers would stay fresh and fragrant for this day, making sure to pick ones you’ve always mentioned loving most. he was always an attentive man when it came to you, after all: ever so observant when it came to his one true love, always knowing when something was happening before you were even able to properly put it into words.
he took one last look at himself and smiled — cheeks rising ever so slightly, a soft sigh leaving his lips. today he was going to see you. after an abundance of busy work days taking over his entire days, sometimes even nights, he was glad to finally be able to meet you, to talk to you, to tell you the stories circulating around the office he’s worked at.
the two of you were never exactly a perfect couple to begin with, but what had always mattered to both of you was the determination and drive to do better — for the urge to become a better person and by association a better partner far exceeded any thoughts of giving up on the connection you two had. it was far too precious for the two of you to let go of, far too precious to let it go to waste this easily. each argument, which there were many of, cut through your skin like a knife designed specifically for you — dipped in poison to make the ache grow stronger, to make the pain linger for longer. and yet, despite it all, your love remained tender, pure, even: the poison from the knife kissed away with each apology, each reassuring word coming from yuma’s mouth like a prayer, a promise to you and to the world that he will become someone who’s worthy of having you. worthy of the love you provided him with, worthy of the connection he so desperately longed for. his progress was undeniable with each passing day — arguments becoming less frequent, replaced with small acts of love, reminders of his devotion and dedication.
humanity has always been full of flaws, and yuma has been aware of that ever since he first learned that his parents had lied to him about the existence of santa claus and the easter bunny. no human has been born without flaws — but to find one who was willing to change them, to fix them solely because of love was a difficult endeavour. and yet somehow, the universe has led two such individuals to one another: yuma and you, a pairing seemingly meant to be, meant to stay together and get their happy ending despite the hardships, despite the world’s cruel intentions. in all timelines, in all possibilities, in all lifetimes.
just not this one.
yuma sat quietly across from you, flowers in one hand, the other smoothing down his shirt. the previous bouquet he had brought you had already wilted — his face contorting into a frown at the sight, eyes flicking between the old and new one. he picked it up, gentle fingers switching the flowers for new ones, making sure to add water so they don’t die down too quickly, don’t wither away.
‘i missed you.’ he mumbled, voice quiet, laced with a hint of sorrow, and yet he smiled at you nonetheless. ‘i’m sorry i haven’t been able to visit these past two weeks. work has been crazy stressful lately — project deadlines, too many meetings to count. i hope you don’t mind that, my love.’
you stared back at him from across — or rather your name engraved in stone, the letters written down neatly with a font he had picked out, two dates placed right below the writing. the words were almost painful to look at: to think that they slipped from his tongue every day without fail, always followed by a confession of love, a proclamation of his undying devotion. now, cold and distant, they have remained but a hurtful reminder of what could’ve been.
but that pain didn’t stop yuma from visiting. had he the chance, he would’ve stayed there permanently — humoring you with stories and anecdotes from his life, bringing up old memories to ponder on. the need to see you far transcended any possible hurt.
he had grown accustomed to the silence on your end — he learned to function in it, to enjoy it even. and so he kept talking, about everything and nothing, really — about how euijoo and nicholas almost broke the printer last week, about how an old lady had moved next door to the apartment you once shared, about the new menu at your favorite restaurant. his words didn’t stop flowing for his love for you was still alive and thriving: bittersweet, that’s for sure, but a feeling he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let go of nonetheless. nothing could ever stop him from loving you, not even death itself.
and when his flow of words had stopped and the stories have reached their end, he stayed there anyways — existing in the silent presence of you, the closest he would ever get to holding you in his arms again.
I can't stop thinking about the karaoke song choice in Project Hail Mary because of how incredibly well it fit the emotions of the scene. It transported so much and fit right into that space between hope and despair, I had goosebumps, it made me cry, just - it's that feeling of impending doom where you KNOW things aren't okay, but there's no choice but to try despite it all. We know that humanity has so many faults but we still consider it worth saving, always. That karaoke performance, to me, means looking at each other from across the room and imagining a whole universe in between, imagining "breaking through the atmosphere", with all emotions and all the distance that comes with it. It's a nod that says I see your pain because it's mine too, it's comfort while not denying any of the despair, precisely because even with impending doom, we stay human. It's a chest in knots and hope in humanity and it's, maybe above all, an explanation - it's an apology for Stratt's decision even though Grace is not yet aware of it. It's the awareness of how small we really are, too - the wonder and the fear at the endless possibilities there are out there. And what do we really know besides each other (and this earth), what do we really have besides that. MAN.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
When he's sweet, it's great. When he's terrifying, it's greater.
Chasing Jade has figured out that the best thing a male character written for women can be is a terrifyingly deadly force of nature and a fragile wet-eyed invalid needing tlc AT THE SAME TIME.
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