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❥ tiny issue club member → SUA | she/he 17 years currently rebranding, sometimes here. feedback is always appreciated and keeps me motivated to write

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🍒 choi seungcheol

i like both | 0.5k words

😇 yoon jeonghan

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😼 wen junhui

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🐈‍⬛ jeon wonwoo

slumped shoulders | 1k words

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🍚 lee jihoon

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⚔️ lee seokmin

take it easy | 0.7k words

🐶 kim mingyu

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🐸 xu minghao

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🍊 boo seungkwan

i'm listening, girl. | 0.58k words

🐻‍❄️ chwe v. hansol

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🦦 lee chan

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lucky for me | han yujin 1.2k words

[dawnlauvs]

my boyfie as the cover oh i'm so seated!

[dear-ao3]

[cont of last question] idk i just think it's unfair that writers are constantly told to write 'for themselves' (which we do, it's posting that is for others), to never expect any sort of interaction, to do mental backflips to console ourselves and above all to keep writing. for ourselves. for lurkers out there to read it. but of course, for ourselves.

as someone with a whole degree in writing. about 95% of all writing classes are Oh Think Of The Audience. How Will The Audience Perceive This? Let's Do Feedback On Eachothers Writing For Several Weeks So You Know How The Audience Reacts To This.

so. would be nice. to hear. from the fucking audience. tell me what you think and i will keep feeding you but i need to know that you like what im fucking serving.

[dawnlauvs]

a little announcement: i'll be blocking every blank blog that interacts with my posts. i appreciate the likes, truly but there's no way of knowing that you're a bot or not. i don't want to get shadow banned! thanks

[queer-here-and-in-fear]

BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

[dawnlauvs]

lucky for me — han yujin.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, teenagers in love, idol! yujin, fem!student!reader, the tiniest bit of idol x idol (haobin), reader is a kkultaerae, they're both tired, cameo of taerae and gunwook, not edited. | 1.2k words

Between the both of you, finding whose schedule is fuller is a pointless debate that only wastes your time. Yujin, with his rigorous daily practices, and you, with your uncountable academic activities, left the both of you with barely enough time to see each other.

Being a student is hard. Every day feels the same, yet it never gets easier. You curse your language teacher for giving you a mountain of assignments to complete by the end of the week. It’s tiring. Damn him.

Being an idol is hard. Every day feels like he's being monitored, to live up to the exact perfect picture of what a perfect human being should be like. Most fans are the reason for him to keep going, and some of them are the reason he wants to give up. Damn them.

As you stepped outside of the subway, you shivered slightly as the chill in the air wrapped around you. It’s impossible to get used to this weather. The cold wind blowing immediately gives you goosebumps and it ruins your hair. The path there is tiring, but you made a promise to Yujin to come to the Han River with him. You’ve suggested that he just come over to your place, or you come to his dorm, but he insisted his hyungs are going to be insufferable about him bringing a girl home.

Yujin was casually leaning against the railing, his breath visible in the cold air as he waited for you. His hands were tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, and a soft smile that made you feel warmer formed as he caught sight of you.

“Hey,” you waved, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes brightened when he saw you.

“Hey.” he helped you stabilize your form as you panted from exhaustion. “Yikes, maybe you're right,” his body shivers at the temperature of your hands, your smaller body slotted into him perfectly in search of some warmth. “I’ll call an Uber; let's just go to my dorm.”

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, a contrast to the cold air surrounding you. You both stood there for a moment, enveloped in each other’s presence, forgetting about the world and the chilly weather.

Yujin’s the same as ever. He’s still the pretty boy you passed around notes in class with before he went onto Boys Planet and launched his career as an idol there.

You plop yourself down in the ordered car headed toward his dorm. “Are you sure it's gonna be okay?” You asked, reminiscing about his insistence on going on a date in a public place instead of his place. “I’m subscribed to Taerae’s PlusChat. What if I get starstruck when I see him?” You joke.

Yujin glances at you with a confused and betrayed expression before explaining. “No, Gunwook-hyung and Taerae-hyung are called by the staff to discuss some schedule they have next month,” He unzips his jacket and slides it over your shoulders. “Why are you subscribed to Taerae-hyung’s anyway?”

Yujin is different from who he was before. Instead of asking you to share your notes with him for classes that he's missed for training, he tells you to like his new TikTok with people you could only dream of meeting, or else you’re a fake fan. All in good fun, of course. He gives you gifts that you could only dream of affording, hell, his jacket that’s on your shoulders probably costs more than your annual rent.

You giggle at his question, “Isn't it obvious? He’s my bias after all.” You take in his hilarious expression. It’s no wonder that you see mostly positive things about him on SNS.

Before you know it, you’ve arrived at your destination. You follow Yujin’s lead into his room, and you realize it's exactly how you remember his tastes and style to be like. The only difference is that he lives with two other guys now. It’s decorated with all of his favorite bands, a shelf mixed with abandoned academic textbooks, textbooks that are relevant to his current education, and the faint smell of expensive perfume lingers in the air.

As you settle onto his bed, the soft mattress gives slightly under your weight, and you can't help but let out a deep, relaxed sigh. He turns to you, a warm smile spreading across his face, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The ambient glow of the dim light casts gentle shadows around the room, wrapping it in a cocoon of intimacy. He lies down beside you, the fabric of your jacket crinkling softly as you shift, creating a cozy aura that welcomes you both into this moment.

“Did you mean it?” He promptly asks, causing you to open your eyes suddenly. A slight pout formed on his lips, and your heart can't help but feel the urge to tease him.

“Mean what, hm?” You palm his face, wanting nothing more but to squeeze his cheeks. “Be more specific, baby.” You tease, barely hiding the smirk on your face.

"That you subscribe to Taerae-hyung's PlusChat," he went on, his tone dripping with a hint of sulkiness. You could almost visualize the pout on his lips as he continued, "And that he’s your bias.”

You laugh as you hug him tighter. Although his tone suggests that he doesn't want to be held right now, the way his body craves your warmth just as much as you crave his tells a different story. "He’s my bias in ZEROBASEONE, but you're my favorite in the world.”

He buries his face into your chest, seeking solace from his embarrassment as his warmth radiates against you. “It’s okay, hun,” you murmur, your voice wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. You plant a gentle kiss on the top of his head, feeling the softness of his hair beneath your lips. Your fingers glide across his back in slow, soothing strokes, tracing the contours of his form as if mapping out every inch of comfort you can provide. “I subscribe to yours too, you know,” you add, your words laced with affection, rekindling the connection between you.

bonus scene:

“Yujin, here’s the food you wanted. Gunwook mutters, his voice low as he slips off his coat, the fabric rustling softly as he hangs it on the coat hanger by the door. “Hao-hyung and Hanbin-hyung picked it up for you, so be sure to thank them later.”

Taerae then approaches Yujin’s door and lightly knocks, an almost timid sound echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. “Yujin?” he calls out, and the gentle impact causes the door to crack open an inch, revealing Yujin snugly nestled underneath his blanket in a cozy embrace. “So he wasn't lying about having a girlfriend.”

Gunwook chuckles smugly to himself as he observes the scene, his amusement evident as he crosses his arms. “Tch, kids these days.” he remarks, with a playful roll of his eyes casting a sideways glance at Taerae, who stands frozen in bemusement. “Wasn't your curfew 10PM just last year?” he quips, as the memory of Gunwook and Yujin leaving at the same exact time elicits a sweet memory and a faint grin.

a/n: big fan of my boyfriend han yujin. love it when he calls. it's like ooh a pretty boy is calling. nice.

[dawnlauvs]

yujin fic soon!

[dawnlauvs]

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[dawnlauvs]

probably gonna start writing for zb1 as well :)

[dawnlauvs]

slumped shoulders — jeon wonwoo.

cw: hurt/comfort, reader has a nightmare and cries, implied character death in nightmare, reader is smaller than wonwoo, implied past trauma, bffs to ?? | 1k words

The constant tossing and turning Wonwoo is waking up to is something that's all too familiar to him. He knows you more than he knows himself, and with the cold sweat that's running on your forehead, he knows you're having a nightmare.

He gently shakes your body “(Name), wake up.” He whispers, his voice still overtaken by exhaustion. It’s not the first time you've slept on his bed, and although you’ve set many regulations, one of them being just letting one of your alarms wake the both of you up, your nightmares are one of the situations where it’s an exception.

And unfortunately, it happens often.

Translucent tears run down your face as you mumble incoherent words, leaving a miserable expression on your sleeping face. He tidies a stray strand of hair that was bothering your face. “(Name), you’re at it again.” He leans in closer to your ear, still softly whispering.

You were shaken awake, finally escaping the hell that you call your mind. For a few moments, you don't notice Wonwoo’s worried face looking over you. Though the urge to sleep is tempting, you’d rather stay awake than come back to the cruel and persistent images that stick to your eyelids like a parasite.

Without much thinking, your smaller palms meet those of your best friend and grip his tightly. To your surprise, he doesn't let go. Rather, it felt like his way of comforting you was to reciprocate, all while rubbing gently on yours. “I don't wanna go back to sleep.”

“That's fine by me.” Wonwoo lets his stray hand turn on the bedside table lamp. After the light illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow, he asks; “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head, and he hums his low voice in response. “Hold on,” he lets go of your hand, leaving you feeling strangely empty. He carefully opens his bedroom door, revealing a pitch-black hallway. Trying to not wake his roommate, he swiftly grabs a cup from the cupboard without making much noise. The sound of the far water dispenser soothes your mind a bit until Wonwoo comes back with a glass of water for you to drink.

He shuts the door with ease, and he sits on the bed, holding the shared blanket as his body weight sinks into the mattress. The familiar warmth of the fabric surrounds him, a small comfort amidst the lingering shadows of your nightmare. He glances over at you, still wrapped in your blanket, and can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness stir within him.

“Do you wanna talk about something else?” Wonwoo suggests, searching for a distraction for both of you.

You nod slowly, your eyes still glistening with remnants of fright, but the warmth of his reassurance begins to seep in. It felt odd to share these moments, to know that your most vulnerable moments are shared with the person you value the most.

His gaze flickers down to where your shoulders meet, and he studies you for a moment, searching for any indication of what you want. When he sees the sincerity in your eyes, he moves a little closer, mirroring your body language without hesitation.

“You know, I wouldn't know what to do without you.” you begin, your voice barely more than a whisper, but he nods, understanding instinctively. It’s all the encouragement you need.

You lean into him more, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. Slowly, you wrap an arm around his chest, seeking the comfort you both know is there. Wonwoo’s heart swells at the gesture; he instinctively reciprocates, his arms sliding around your back in a gentle embrace. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and it calms the remnants of your nightmare as you bury your face into his wide shoulders.

“I wouldn't know either,” he whistled, his breath warm against your ear. You savor the moment, feeling the safety of his embrace, knowing that in this space, you can let go of the fear that haunted you years ago. “Die, probably?”

“Please don't say that.” The way your body tenses up, Wonwoo knows he hit the bullseye. With a heavy heart, realizing that he unintentionally made you cry again with the tear stains on your cheek, he traces soothing circles on your back. Each motion is an apology for even bringing up the idea in your head.

“Sorry, sorry..” He apologizes softly, his thumb brushing the fresh tears off your cheek. His presence anchors you from whatever horrors he could somewhat imagine that lurked in your dreams. “You know I’d be lost without you.”

His hands move towards your hair and begin patting your head in a slow, rhythmic motion. The warmth of his palm met your hair, significantly relaxing your tense presence. It’s a simple motion, yet when Wonwoo does it to you, it feels like your heart is melting, and there's nothing else in the world that matters.

He entangled one of his legs over both of yours, making sure that you're not leaving without him knowing. He gestures to your head to rest on his arm, his other moving so he can hold you and soothe you further on your back.

A part of him is relieved that you’ve fallen back asleep, So much for asking if there's something they want to talk about, He thought. Yet, another part of him is grateful that the expression you’re wearing is peaceful, compared to the one he woke up to.

As he leans back onto his pillow, he finds solace in the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the way the gleaming light from the bedside table lamp casts soft shadows that highlight your tear stains. He wishes he could understand more of what’s on your mind, craving understanding of what could’ve happened to you that left you like this in the first place, and protect you from all of it.

But for now, he decides to appreciate you as you are— untroubled and serene. And he thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

[lavenderspence]

I wish more people understood how important it is to interact with the things and writers you love - comment on their fics, reblog their fics, send them an ask telling them how you feel about their fics. your feedback might be that one thing that helps the writer keep going.

let this be your reminder that your feedback is not only appreciated, but it's also needed - show your writers love!

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ah.. 🥲

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slumped shoulders — jeon wonwoo.

cw: hurt/comfort, reader has a nightmare and cries, implied character death in nightmare, reader is smaller than wonwoo, implied past trauma, bffs to ?? | 1k words

The constant tossing and turning Wonwoo is waking up to is something that's all too familiar to him. He knows you more than he knows himself, and with the cold sweat that's running on your forehead, he knows you're having a nightmare.

He gently shakes your body “(Name), wake up.” He whispers, his voice still overtaken by exhaustion. It’s not the first time you've slept on his bed, and although you’ve set many regulations, one of them being just letting one of your alarms wake the both of you up, your nightmares are one of the situations where it’s an exception.

And unfortunately, it happens often.

Translucent tears run down your face as you mumble incoherent words, leaving a miserable expression on your sleeping face. He tidies a stray strand of hair that was bothering your face. “(Name), you’re at it again.” He leans in closer to your ear, still softly whispering.

You were shaken awake, finally escaping the hell that you call your mind. For a few moments, you don't notice Wonwoo’s worried face looking over you. Though the urge to sleep is tempting, you’d rather stay awake than come back to the cruel and persistent images that stick to your eyelids like a parasite.

Without much thinking, your smaller palms meet those of your best friend and grip his tightly. To your surprise, he doesn't let go. Rather, it felt like his way of comforting you was to reciprocate, all while rubbing gently on yours. “I don't wanna go back to sleep.”

“That's fine by me.” Wonwoo lets his stray hand turn on the bedside table lamp. After the light illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow, he asks; “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head, and he hums his low voice in response. “Hold on,” he lets go of your hand, leaving you feeling strangely empty. He carefully opens his bedroom door, revealing a pitch-black hallway. Trying to not wake his roommate, he swiftly grabs a cup from the cupboard without making much noise. The sound of the far water dispenser soothes your mind a bit until Wonwoo comes back with a glass of water for you to drink.

He shuts the door with ease, and he sits on the bed, holding the shared blanket as his body weight sinks into the mattress. The familiar warmth of the fabric surrounds him, a small comfort amidst the lingering shadows of your nightmare. He glances over at you, still wrapped in your blanket, and can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness stir within him.

“Do you wanna talk about something else?” Wonwoo suggests, searching for a distraction for both of you.

You nod slowly, your eyes still glistening with remnants of fright, but the warmth of his reassurance begins to seep in. It felt odd to share these moments, to know that your most vulnerable moments are shared with the person you value the most.

His gaze flickers down to where your shoulders meet, and he studies you for a moment, searching for any indication of what you want. When he sees the sincerity in your eyes, he moves a little closer, mirroring your body language without hesitation.

“You know, I wouldn't know what to do without you.” you begin, your voice barely more than a whisper, but he nods, understanding instinctively. It’s all the encouragement you need.

You lean into him more, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. Slowly, you wrap an arm around his chest, seeking the comfort you both know is there. Wonwoo’s heart swells at the gesture; he instinctively reciprocates, his arms sliding around your back in a gentle embrace. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and it calms the remnants of your nightmare as you bury your face into his wide shoulders.

“I wouldn't know either,” he whistled, his breath warm against your ear. You savor the moment, feeling the safety of his embrace, knowing that in this space, you can let go of the fear that haunted you years ago. “Die, probably?”

“Please don't say that.” The way your body tenses up, Wonwoo knows he hit the bullseye. With a heavy heart, realizing that he unintentionally made you cry again with the tear stains on your cheek, he traces soothing circles on your back. Each motion is an apology for even bringing up the idea in your head.

“Sorry, sorry..” He apologizes softly, his thumb brushing the fresh tears off your cheek. His presence anchors you from whatever horrors he could somewhat imagine that lurked in your dreams. “You know I’d be lost without you.”

His hands move towards your hair and begin patting your head in a slow, rhythmic motion. The warmth of his palm met your hair, significantly relaxing your tense presence. It’s a simple motion, yet when Wonwoo does it to you, it feels like your heart is melting, and there's nothing else in the world that matters.

He entangled one of his legs over both of yours, making sure that you're not leaving without him knowing. He gestures to your head to rest on his arm, his other moving so he can hold you and soothe you further on your back.

A part of him is relieved that you’ve fallen back asleep, So much for asking if there's something they want to talk about, He thought. Yet, another part of him is grateful that the expression you’re wearing is peaceful, compared to the one he woke up to.

As he leans back onto his pillow, he finds solace in the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the way the gleaming light from the bedside table lamp casts soft shadows that highlight your tear stains. He wishes he could understand more of what’s on your mind, craving understanding of what could’ve happened to you that left you like this in the first place, and protect you from all of it.

But for now, he decides to appreciate you as you are— untroubled and serene. And he thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

[dawnlauvs]

wonwoo fic soon! 😁

[dawnlauvs]

hii carats! my requests are open if you're interested! read my rules first 🙂‍↕️ (if you're requesting dino or wonwoo 99.99999% chance i will write it..,)

[dawnlauvs]

take it easy — lee seokmin.

cw: medical places, fem!reader just had surgery on their stomach, seokmin holding back his funny :( | 0.7k words. a/n requests are open but read my rules first!

You woke up to the sound of putting food in a container. Still half-asleep, you tried to piece together the source of the noise, your curiosity piqued. It was a familiar sound, one that usually meant breakfast was being prepared. As per your morning routine, you tried to stretch on your bed but before you could do much, a sharp pain in your abdomen stopped you from doing so. You let out a slight wince of pain, remembering where you are at the moment.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Your boyfriend worries, dropping whatever he was doing to check up on you.

“Morning, Seok..” You rub your eyes softly, ridding your eyes from the residue of sleep. As you blink away your soul from sleep, barely knowing when the last time you were this conscious, you caught sight of your boyfriend’s concerned face, his brows furrowed in a way that always made your heart flutter. “I’m fine, I think..” His presence has always been comforting, and despite feeling like your bones have been rearranged, you felt a sense of warmth wash over you.

He pats your head gently, his worried face still not changing. “It’s 8 PM, sweets.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “My mom dropped by and gave you some food earlier.” He runs over to the top of the fridge, grabs the Tupperware, and opens it with ease, revealing your favorite food. “I know how much you hate hospital food, so I asked the nurse what you could eat from home.”

Your stomach growls at the scent sourced from what he’s holding, reminding you of how long you slept. The familiar aroma of Seokmin’s mother’s cooking tingles your senses, making your mouth water.

Seokmin giggles softly, a playful glint in his eye. “See, it’s everything that you like.” He starts shoving the food into a bowl, his movements careful and gentle. “My mom always made me eat this when I was sick, so, I’m sure it’s fine.”

You can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. “I should thank her, wait—” You grab your phone and send a quick thank you message to Mrs. Lee, to which she responds quickly with messages of concern for your well-being. “She didn’t have to, though..” You start, but he interrupts with a playful pout.

“Don’t worry about it, (name). What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my girl eat bland hospital food?” He says dramatically. Trying to hold back a laugh but failing as he forms an ever-so-familiar grin. “You deserve the best.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s eat then.” You raised your palms in the air, your heart surrendering at his antics. “Are you okay, though? I feel like you’ve been holding back something since yesterday.”

As he spoon-feeds the food from the bowl he’s holding, he thinks about his response for a moment. “You know how I like to see you laugh, right?” He reminisces about yesterday. “I don’t want to undo your stitches..”

“Haha, undo my stitches?” you ask, trying to suppress a laugh. “That one intern that was taking care of you yesterday, he gave me a whole lecture! If I make you laugh too much, it’ll undo your stitches.”

Seokmin raises an eyebrow at you, his expression turning serious. “Exactly, it’s a serious matter, you know. We can’t have you risking all this hard work, gone to nothing.” He gestures to your abdomen with a dramatic flair.

You chuckle, despite the twinge of discomfort. “I think I’ll manage, so as long as you’re here to entertain me,” you reply, eyes sparkling with mischief.

He leans in closer to your face, with a playful smirk on your lips. “Well then, I have to be extra careful. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for a surgical emergency.”

As he spoon-feeds you a bite of the delicious home-cooked meal, you can’t help but roll your eyes affectionately. “But seriously, thank you for all this.”

He smiles, the tension easing as he continues to feed you. “Anything for you sweetheart. Just take it easy,” he replies softly, voice with genuine concern.

With a warm smile and a glimmer of determination in your eyes, you assure, “Of course I will.” With Seokmin, everything feels lighter.

[dawnlauvs]

i like both — choi seungcheol.

cw: idol!cheol, non idol reader. | 0.5k words. inspired because i saw a video of predebut scoups on my twitter tl lol, i thought it was really funny :) not edited.

“Oh.. my god.” You mumbled to yourself as you took in what you’re seeing on the screen of your phone, slowly putting the palm of your hand to close your mouth.

Today, your for you page decided to bless you with a gem of a video. The title of the video; “predebut scoups core”. It was a compilation of your boyfriend when he was in the infamous green room, or as carats like to call; “The Melona Prison”.

Carats have always been good at making compilations of Seventeen in, maybe not their proudest moments. You indulge yourself in a few of these funny videos, which you may sometimes find in Tiktok or in Instagram reels. Usually, you see these compilations of latest content, either the behind of a music show, or the weekly variety show, Going Seventeen.

As you giggle throughout the entire video, you didn’t notice your boyfriend walking out of the shower, drying himself up with a white towel. “What are you laughing at, babe?” He joins you on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. “Ah. nevermind.” He sighs and lets go of your body and hides his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

“No, Cheol, wait, come back!” You snickered, almost losing your breath. Although his face is completely hidden from your view, his ears were completely red.

He hesitantly sat back on the bed and laid his head on your lap, still feeling humiliated at his younger self. “Ah, Carats.. How do they even manage to remember everything?” He muttered, thinking about the Weverse post he’s cooking up in his head.

You gently stroke his hair, slightly calming yourself down as you try to forget everything your boyfriend did, sparing himself from the embarrassment. “It’s okay, Cheol. We were all.. hormonal teenagers back then.” Though, the more you tried to forget, the more you thought about it.

Seungcheol looks up at you, with his big round eyes that you could drown in, pleading with bashfulness. “It’s not just me who acted this embarrassing, I promise..” He insisted, his signature sulky tone hasn’t changed from the video you saw earlier.

You played with his hair gently, like how he enjoys as usual. The grin on your face is barely fading away. “You know, I feel kinda bad for Chan. You were either trying to kiss him, or beating his ass unprovoked.”

“Shh!” He raised his index finger to press it against his lips. He turned away quickly, hiding his face in your lap, wishing the world would just swallow him whole.

He raised his face to look at you again, only to feel your gentle fingers toying softly at his hair. You were laughing softly, not at the video anymore, but you can’t help but find him endearing. “You’re still just as cute, you know?” You said, brushing a stray hair strand out of his face. “I can’t help my digital footprint, babe.” Although he groaned in protest, he couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips.