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[choiwonder]

LANI — twenty ★ she/they ★ black ★ ten’s bambola <3

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[choiwonder]

AYEEE NEW CORTIS FAN ALERT!!!!

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★༉‧₊˚✧ ❝𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃❞ . HYUNG LINE + HHJ .

★༉ SUMMARY. Texting your stray kids dad.

★༉ PARING. Hyung line + Hwang Hyunjin.

★༉ GENRE. Slice of life, SMAU.

— ss count. 6

— warnings. no pronouns used but chan says “girl”, dad! skz, hyunjin’s has older sibling envying younger sibling, i think that’s everything!

— notes. I MISSED THE FIRST TEXT IN CHANGBINS!!! he’s supposed to say “when are you going to be home?” HAHA!

— notes. my come back i hope,, i haven’t had any ideas so this was hard 🫩…

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[choiwonder]

tw/cw: suggestive— well, a little tv ma towards the end, fluff?, it’s been a while since i’ve posted cut me some slack 😔, it’s already halfway through the day but i was at work soooo pls just take this. i miss my yeonjunnie sm. love u guys, i’ll try to post again soon <333

birthday boy! yeonjun that hardly has the time to really celebrate his day. simply buying himself whatever sweets that may drift in his path. that is until he met you. you didn’t step down from his intimidation, telling him that you’d be celebrating the day together.

birthday boy! yeonjun who turns over in bed, noticing an empty beside and briefly checking the time. 12:13. at this point you should be laying in bed, cuddled to his side peacefully but you’re gone. he sits up, groaning as he picks up his phone to text you.

birthday boy! yeonjun who flinched at the ding! of your phone on the nightstand and the creak of the bedroom door. his eyes meet you — his pretty little girlfriend who was adamant on making his birthday better than he could have imagined. walking in, you’re dressed in lingerie, carrying a cake, taking slow steps with a growing smile. the sight is… erotic, to say the least.

birthday boy! yeonjun that is tempted to ask what you were doing but has his words caught in his throat when you slowly place the dessert on the nightstand, pulling the covers off his lower half, quietly singing ‘happy birthday’ and walking over to the edge of the bed. the tune reaching his ears and you crawling between his legs is all it takes for his puppy dog eyes to come out of hiding when you straddle his waist, reaching into the short strands of his hair, and coating your pointer finger in frosting to dip the digit into his mouth, “happy birthday,” you grin, tugging his face closer to yours, “to you…”

birthday boy! yeonjun that can’t help but think, ‘all for me?’ when your lips connect, inhaling deeply and molding them together with ease. to think you’d go out your way to put on quite the show for him, he grips at the skin of your waist at the mere thought in appreciation. you moan in satisfaction of the confection you created bursting through the canvas of his mouth, eliciting a shy groan from the depths of his chest. perhaps if his birthdays started off like this; you above and taking control, telling him how good he’s been, how he deserves all this and so much more on his day, he’d feel more obligated to celebrate.

birthday boy! yeonjun who babbles nothing but thank you’s and i love you’s against the shell of your ear, head thrown back against the headboard, fingers digging desperately into the fat of your hips, telling you he couldn’t ask for a better present. there couldn’t be — not with you dressed so prettily, drowning out the sounds of the bed squeaking with soft gasps of his name, giving him the fondest memory of a birthday, in which he’s clinging for dear life and flushed, showing you exactly how much he appreciates all you’ve done.

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

011: roflmao

you lightly pushed the glass door open, immediately being hugged by the smell of brewing espresso and warm, fresh pastries being taken out of the oven.

your calculus class had, surprisingly, ended earlier than expected, giving you roughly an hour until you needed to head to your next class. so, what better way to spend your time than grabbing some coffee?

after looking over the menu above the register, you jumped in line. pulling out your phone and scrolling aimlessly, shuffling forward whenever needed.

a quiet, familiar voice spoke up from behind you.

"skipping class to fuel your caffeine addiction?"

you turned, eyebrows raised, "skipping class to stalk me?"

anton stood there, dressed in his swim team hoodie and a pair of light-wash jeans. his hair was dry, something you weren't used to seeing, as you only ever see him at the pool. but it looked cute with his ends curling slightly still.

"you wish," he scoffed playfully, stepping forward as the line moved. "i'm here for an americano. strictly business."

"mhm...and you just so happened to be right behind me." you said, a small teasing grin on your lips.

"exactly," he grinned back. "coincidence is my specialty, you know."

"oh, i know," you humored, stepping up to the register for your turn to order. you turned to the barista, giving her your order.

as you reached for your wallet for your card, anton's hand appeared, card in hand, tapping the chip on the reader.

you blinked, neck craning to look at him, "what are you doing?"

"paying." he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"anton-"

"it's fine," he said casually. "just get the next one."

you chewed at your bottom lip, not knowing how else to protest his kind gesture. you simply opted for a, "thanks."

anton simply hummed, ordering his own drink and walked over to the pickup counter, you following along a step behind him.

after a few minutes of light bickering, your drinks were ready. anton handed you your drink, his fingers slightly grazing yours. you figured he would be head out after getting his coffee, but he didn't.

he drifted towards a small corner table by the window, glancing back at you as if silently asking you to follow. which you did, sliding into the seat across from him.

you placed your chin in your palm, swirling your drink with your other hand, "you don't have class?"

"in thirty minutes. you?"

"same."

the brunette nodded, taking a long sip from his drink. the silence that followed you two wasn't uncomfortable, just...cheesy in a way. you caught yourself glancing at the small things, like the way his hair fell into his eyes.

needing to distract yourself from staring too long, you opted to start the conversation again.

"you're quiet today," you spoke, breaking the silence.

"i'm always quiet," he replied, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"true, but i don't know..you're usually more—" you twisted your wrist in a circle motion, finding the words. "more sarcastic?"

he tilted his head, pretending to ponder on your words, "maybe i'm pacing myself."

"that's...ominous."

"call it what you want," anton said, faintest smirk on his lips. "i don't want to scare you away yet."

you laughed, shaking your head, "seriously?"

anton simply sipped his coffee, like that was an answer enough.

the two of you continued to talk more about small things; your next class, his training schedule, his shoulder, how their tuition should pay for their drinks, everything!

the conversation flow was easy, and yet every time the your eyes met for just a second too long, you both would look away shyly.

when it came time to head to class, anton stood, holding the door open for you.

stepping outside, you were met with the warmth of the sun.

"thanks again for the coffee," you smiled at the swimmer.

"thanks for being in front of me in line, coincidentally," he replied, his usual quiet humor threading through his voice.

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notes: yk me i love a cute little cafe chapter!! also sorry for not updating for over a week i was super sick then i went on a small vacation and forgot my laptop

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

010: i want u so bad

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notes: dani and heeseung i love

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

009: doomed sherlock holmes

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notes: anton fighting for his life rn LMAOOO also should mention that sohee, wonbin, and anton are roommates!!

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

008: lucky charm .ᐟ.ᐟ

it was an important day, meet day. the team was high on adrenaline and nerves. coach jisung seems to be more strict than he usually is, which isn't far from his usual methods of teaching.

you and your intern roommate had arrived at the athletic center at 6:45 am, helping mrs. seo set up the medical tent. you had your clipboard in hand, hair pulled back, and a second granola bar, half eaten and stranded in your hoodie pocket.

you were silently and sleepily, going over the roster of all the swimmers who would be in attendance, taking note of those you would most likely be tending to based on the injury list. then, someone tapped your shoulder gently.

"hey," anton said, dressed in the team's warm-up jacket, cap, and goggles in hand, his hair wet after his warm up laps.

"morning," you yawned, covering your mouth. "you good to go?"

"yeah. it's just..." he scrunched his face, looking around hesitantly, then back to you. "think you could work and tape my shoulder? just for a few minutes."

you hesitated, eyeing his posture. he seemed to be fine, even during his warm-ups, he was on a roll. you raised a brow, "bothering you again?"

he looked at you almost sheepishly, "not really. its just...i swam my best split time when you helped me last time. kinda feels like you're my lucky charm now."

you raised your eyebrow playfully, "you superstitious now?"

"maybe," the tall brunette was already sitting on the treatment bench. "or i just like the way you tape."

you let out a small laugh at that — trying to muffle it behind your clipboard.

"i'll take the lucky charm option," you mused, crouching to grab the KT tape from the medical kit. anton had taken his hoodie off, exposing his bare back, letting you gently begin to check his shoulder.

only a few feet away, sungchan and heeseung passed by, in matching warm-ups as the boy sitting in front of you, slowing down to watch the moment between you two.

"third time this week, hm?" sungchan teased, leaning into heeseung. "gotta have magical hands or something."

"she's his good luck PT," hesseung said with a smirk. "maybe we should book with her next."

"yeah not happening," rolling his eyes, anton shot back — almost immediately. "go get your own."

"don't get all macho man on me!" heeseung joked.

"jealousy isn't flattering," the boy below you said, making no effort to move at all.

you bit back the smile that was threatening to adorn your lips, but your burning ears exposed you anyways.

after a few more comments back and forth, taking silly digs at each other, the pair walked away, still snickering, leaving you and anton alone again.

"they're idiots," anton muttered.

"mhm," you agreed, placing the KT tape on his shoulder. "but...they aren't wrong either."

anton blinked, turning his head to look at you. "what do you mean?"

you finished the tape, giving his shoulder a soft pat, "you do always come see me, only really me."

you walked in front of him, wanting to see his face. anton bit his lip, slightly avoiding your gaze. the tips of his ears were red.

"not true, i see mrs. seo...and a'mya!....i just like how you do it."

you gave him a look — one that was half teasing, half unreadable — then handed him a stretch band.

"go win your race, anton."

he slowly stood to his full height, and rolled his shoulder with ease.

"only if you're poolside."

"GO SOHEE!" mal practically launched herself forward as the swimmers took their marks, her voice already slightly hoarse from cheering on the previous heats.

you were sandwiched between a'mya and lani in the center of the bleachers, your group stretching all the way to the end of the row. you all wore your various school merch attire, and held sodas and snacks that hadn't lasted very long.

lani elbowed you gently, "she's gonna make me lose my hearing by the end of the meet."

"i'm already down a ear," you grinned, stealing a piece of popcorn from the bag on her lap.

jake, wonbin, jungwon, and sungchan had raced earlier in the meet, leaving heeseung and anton the remaining racers. now, it was time for anton's individual 100 free.

"anton's up next, right?" megan asked, leaning forward, looking at the lane sheet in her hand. she watched as anton pulled sohee out of the pool, having finished his race. "that boy always takes forever fixing his goggles before the blocks."

"he calls it 'mental prep'," wonbin scoffed from behind you, mocking anton's pacing. "it's really just called being dramatic."

you let out a quiet laugh, then focused your gaze onto the race. eyes on lane 4 — anton's lane — focused on his expression.

he was focused, jaw tight, arms loose and ready. he looked confident, but still his natural calm self. even from up in the bleachers, you could see how his mind was working in this moment.

"i still say he swims faster when she's around," sungchan whispered to jake, pointing his thumb over to you. you heard what he said, but didn't acknowledge it. you were focused on the swimmers all ready on the blocks, just waiting for that beep to go.

once the buzzer blared, the splash was immediate.

the whole row shot up to their feet, shouting over each other. megan and manon clapped loudly, while mal, lani, dani, and a'mya cheered loudly.

you stood too, keeping your eyes intensely focused on anton.

he moved through the water so gracefully, almost liked he belonged in there. it was clean, fast, and powerful. his turn was smooth, and in the final stretch, he was just ahead of lane 5.

"LET"S GO, ANTON!" jake yelled, leaning over the railing, already recording on his phone.

you felt your heart thudding hard against your chest, anticipation bubbling up inside you.

then, they touched. the beep was loud.

the board on the wall blinked, calculating, numbers shifting. and then, the name 'anton lee' lit up brightly at the top, followed by the other racers in the order they touched.

"LET'S GOOOO!" sungchan hollered. half the team was already pounding the railing, cheering loudly for their fast freestyle swimmer. sohee and heeseung high fived anton when he got out the pool, waiting for their races to start in a few moments.

you stayed quiet, just happily clapping alongside the others, but your face felt warm and your hands were shaky with excitement to see the boy down below.

the deck was beginning to settle — swimmers were either doing their cooldown laps or stretching their exhausted muscles. coaches were collecting clipboards and shaking hands, while teammates exchanged wet high fives. the meet was officially done, and SNU had won with the most points overall.

the team's section of the deck looked like the end of a marathon and the start of a sleepover with the amount of mats laid down for everyone to roll out muscles and flop down exhaustedly.

the non swimmers have long left, everyone having to go back home and do homework, projects, or just chill out for the rest of the day.

a'mya knelt down beside jake, carefully rolling out the tension in his lower back with practiced ease. his shirt was folded neatly on the side of the mat, while his face was pressed into a towel.

"you good?" a'mya questioned, pausing for a second, after hearing the groan jake let out.

jake muttered, "you're ruthless in your rolling."

she grinned, "you love it."

you were back near the PT benches, organizing and putting away supplies both out of habit and a desperate attempt to keep your hands busy.

while putting the tape away, you didn't have to wait long before your number one patient came to you.

anton approached you, wet curls pushed back, exposing his forehead. a white towel slung over his right shoulder.

"hey," he spoke, voice a little hoarse. "you got time?"

you nodded, "same shoulder?"

he nodded, rubbing it lightly. "tight again. not terrible, just...yeah"

a few feet away a'mya looked over and smirked, turning her attention back to jake, muttering, "another round for 'the shoulder of love'..."

you gave her a sharp look, "heard that."

anton sat down, anyway, giving you full access to his shoulder. you gently took off the wet KT tape that was clinging to his shoulders. then, began to work his muscles.

the deck was silent for a few minutes, between you working anton's shoulder, and your curly haired friend rolling out jake's back.

anton hummed quietly, eyes fluttering closed as you worked your magic. quietly, anton muttered, "you know, you were here for all three of my best times this season. i'm seeing a pattern."

you playfully rolled your eyes, "correlation doesn't equal causation."

"maybe, maybe not...just feels true." he quietly said, humming again in bliss.

the peace and tranquility was soon destroyed as a trio of loud voices came barreling into the area.

"AGAIN?!" heeseung's voice called, skidding to a stop dramatically. "how sore can one guy be?"

"he's not even sore," sungchan said knowingly. "he's addicted."

jungwon joined them on the teasing, grabbing a gatorade from the mini cooler. "i told you, it's not physical therapy, it's emotional support."

anton groaned, his peace long gone, "you're all insufferable, go do your cooldown laps or something."

"you know, if you all chirped less, you might drop time, too," you quietly teased, grabbing blue pre-wrap.

heeseung dramatically clutched his chest, "im emotionally wounded. i need my shoulder checked now!"

"absolutely not." anton deadpanned.

sungchan snickered, "this is a romance in the making!"

a'mya stood up, abandoning jake on the floor, and waved the foam roller in her hand. "please leave before i throw this foam roller at your heads."

heeseung ducked behind jungwon dramatically, "okay, the interns win!"

the blonde gave a look towards anton, pointing his finger accusingly at his arm, "you know it's not even tight. he just wants to sit next to her and pretend it's medically necessary."

anton didn't bother looking at jungwon, "cool. keep talking. i'll even ask coach to double your cardio next week."

jungwon shut up instantly.

with a laugh, you finished wrapping his shoulder, pulling it snug, finally. "all done."

anton flexed the shoulder carefully, testing the range. "you're getting scarily good at this."

"maybe you're just a predictable patient."

he looked at you with his big, brown eyes, smiling at you gently. "still saying you're my good luck."

you blinked, caught off guard and slightly flustered, "you keep saying that."

he gave a little shrug, "because it's true."

and with that, he stood up and tossed the towel back around his neck, "thanks again." he walked off towards the locker rooms, head down and muscles loose.

you stared too long at his retreating figure, biting the inside of your cheek to contain the dopey smile threatening to adorn your face.

a'mya appeared at your side, holding out a gatorade to you, "sooooo...lucky charm, huh?"

"don't even," you said, snatching the bottle. "i swear i'll ice jake's knees out of spite."

jake, still laying down on the mat, raised his hand. "don't involve me, i did nothing."

you snickered, going back to work. your thoughts wandering back to the swimmer who just can't seem to leave your mind ever since you met him. maybe it's cause he comes to see you over the same shoulder almost every day, or maybe it's the way he helps you with organizing the supplies in the office.

whatever it was, you enjoyed it.

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notes: superrrr long chapter!! i love this chapter because, funny enough, 8 is my lucky number and this is chapter 8 and the whole thing is about lucky charms!! love how that played out! anyways hope u guys enjoyed!!

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

007: #imissmybf

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notes: quick chapter before the next!! i promise it will be long and sweetums!!

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

005: steph curry

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note: the steph curry pic genuinely kills me everytime i cant CLANKKKKK

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[megururus]

every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

004: the swim team .ᐟ.ᐟ

the moment you stepped onto the pool deck, you were greeted by warm, humid air. it was thick, making the scent of chlorine tickle your nose even more.

it was loud, from swimmers yelling from their lanes, water splashing out of the pool and onto the tiles, to the piercing whistles from the coaches.

heeseung was already walking towards the locker room to change, ignoring the coach's protests about being late.

"here's your lanyard!" a'mya said, snapping you out of your trance. you turned towards her and took the item from her hands and wrapped it around your neck. "don't lose it, please, otherwise coach will throw a fit."

"i won't," you assured your roommate.

she quickly patted your shoulder, dragging you closer to the pool area where the few coaches stood, barking out orders to their athletes.

"stay here, i'm going to grab coach jisung, he's the head coach and really wants to meet you!" a'mya said, already walking towards the group of coaches.

"okay..."

you stood there awkwardly, waiting for your friend to return. you tried to look busy by occupying yourself by reading some signs that were plastered on the ground.

taking your attention away from the floor signs, a voice tore your gaze to the tall figure behind you. "you always look this stiff, or just first day nerves?"

you softly laughed, "i think it's the smell of the chlorine already messing with my brain."

"it'll do that," the guy smirked, extending his hand out for you. "i'm sungchan, nice to meet you intern!"

grabbing his hand to shake, you introduce yourself, "y/n".

"happy to be a part of the team now?" the black haired boy asked, giving you a mischievous look.

before being able to respond, a loud cough was heard from behind you. turning around, you were met with an older, tall, muscular man. tucked under his arm, a clipboard with papers barely staying underneath the clasp

clearly this was coach jisung.

you looked at him with a tight lipped smile, looking behind his shoulder just enough to see a'mya giving two big thumbs supportively.

"y/n l/n?" his voice was gruff, but not necessarily unfriendly.

"yes, coach," you replied confidently.

he looked you up and down, flipping through his clipboard. "you're late. not today — in general."

your brows furrowed, "yes, sir"

"don't let it happen again."

you straightened out your back, puffing out your chest, "it won't."

a beat of silence passed, then he handed you the clipboard that was previously tucked under his arm. "today's light. watch. learn names. don't slip on wet tiles. got it?"

"got it!"

with that, he offered you a curt nod and walked away, blowing his whistle.

you let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. a'mya coming up beside you shaking your shoulders lightly, "he likes you!"

"really? from that interaction i would think otherwise!" you slumped.

a loud laugh came from sungchan beside you, who was thoroughly enjoying your whole initiation. "he's just like that, blunt but he means well!"

"sungchan! get your ass back into this pool and finish your laps!"

said male rolls his eyes, throwing his head back in annoyance. "or i take it back, he hates us."

with that, sungchan waved lazily to you and your friend and walked towards the many diving blocks.

after, a'mya took you to one of the bleachers near the pool and helped you flip through the papers from coach jisung, trying to get you to put names to faces of the team members, and everyone's specialties. once memorizing as much as you could, which wasn't much, you both walked over to the main pool, standing on the wet tiles alongside the edge.

you observed how the boys glided gracefully in the water, something you don't think you could ever do. on the other side of the pool, you laughed seeing a boy with bright blonde hair cannonballed into one of the lanes, making a big splash. another jumping in soon after.

"bro, jungwon."

"that was my lane, sohee!"

you took note of the name, then noticed the guy yelling about his lane being disturbed. you knew him as jake, and the captain, only having prior knowledge since the girl beside you was dating him.

"ooo, i know he's aggravated," a'mya lightly shook her head. you laughed at her comment.

"they know he's just going to make them swim extra laps, so i don't know why they do it," a new voice said from behind you, rather gently you noticed.

you turned around, taking in the tall guy standing in front of you. he had a towel clinging to his shoulders and had water dripping from his hair onto his forehead. his expression was noticeably soft, almost like he didn't want to startle you. his hoodie read "SNU Swim Team" and hung loosely around his frame, despite how broad his shoulders were.

"oh, hey, anton!" your curly haired friend greeted from beside you.

"hey," he greeted, eyes training onto you. "you're the new PT intern, right?"

his voice was so quiet, you had to lean forward just a bit to catch it above the sounds of splashing water and yelling.

"y/n, yeah," you smiled, extending your hand for him to shake. he gently took yours in his, and you took notice of the way his gentle, damp hand felt in yours. he clearly just got out of the pool.

a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "anton."

"coach said to show you around," he added, glancing at the papers in your hands. "if you want?"

"definitely, i want," you said, a little too quickly. reining it back in you followed up, "i mean — i'd rather not fall into the deep end."

anton chuckled softly, a quiet laugh that made your stomach do a weird little flip. "let's keep you on the tiles, then."

you spent the rest of the practice getting a tour from anton, and soon enough, he brought you to properly meet the rest of the team.

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notes: i'm self inserting too much rn but IDC, anywayssss we finally meet anton 🥹

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every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

002: d1 yoonah haters

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note: yeahh the whole team hates yoonah, poor girl just got booted out of nowhere ALSOOo guess who sungchan is referring to towards the end heheheh

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every excuse anton x fem! reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

content: smau, uni au, fem reader, fluff, sfw, partying, cursing, a sweet story

.ᐟ.ᐟ symbolizes written parts

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⤷ 001: bad advisors

[choiwonder]

if you guys have requests or ideas on what to write about TEN i’ll take it please !!! i’m in the mood write now :) can be sfw or nsfw (just nothing dark!) doesn’t matter to me!!

[choiwonder]

ten save me please 🙏 ten if you can hear me please save me

[choiwonder]

LANI ????? HI BABES

LMAO YES HIII i was down bad last night (still am) I HOPE UR OKAY

[choiwonder]

bambola has me feiningggg