your body’s writhing from the orgasm, the vibrator is still resting right on top of your stomach, just barely above the place you want it the most. the small vibrations help you ride your high. your whimpers fill the room. you can’t help but buck against the pressure.
“look at her. pathetic,” seungcheol spits toward the camera.
you want to whine, but you know it might lead to another round of edging. you desperately don’t want that right now.
“you want more? such a greedy, greedy girl…” he adds.
his voice affects you more than you realise. his hand raises to hit your pussy, and you can hear it — how wet it is. it’s obscene. in the far corner, you can hear the sound of tips coming in. the blinking red light reminds you where you are.
you helplessly try to grind into his hand, but as quickly as you do, seungcheol replaces it with the vibrator, set on high. your thighs immediately try to close, attempting to block out the intense pressure. his hands are rough as he keeps them apart, even angling the vibrator back onto your clit.
“you like that, right? if you wanna be greedy, i’ll give you what you want,” seungcheol spits.
your pussy is on full display for the camera. he notices the signs even before you do — the way your fingers curl against the sheets, pulling at them, the way your whiny whimpers fade into silent gasps.
seungcheol knows he’s got you. as his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows lift slightly, making that expression that makes you swoon. your eyes are watery as you try so hard to be a good girl and wait for his command, desperate and on the edge.
“cum,” he whispers.
and you do. god, you do. after the previous orgasms, this one is the strongest. your eyes roll back into skull. you don’t even feel the liquid gushing out of you; your body is buzzing. you feel seungcheol’s steady grip on your shaking thighs.
“so, so pretty,” seungcheol praises, sweet as ever.
slowly calming you down with soft touches and sweet nothings in your ear.
“that’s all for today, darlings. hope you enjoyed,” he turns back to the camera, ending the stream.
that’s your cue. you rush to pick up your clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed despite the soreness in your legs.
“i’ve gotta go. see you, seungcheol,” you run off quickly.
seungcheol sighs as his hands busy themselves with the camera. this was supposed to be a contractual agreement — you and him, a few hours on cam for his regular bdsm livestream. he has tried other partners, but they’ve never given the same satisfaction as you. your reactions and sounds are right up his alley, and most of all, your openness to everything.
you have given him total control over almost everything. every kink and fantasy he had, you embraced with open arms. you were everything he wanted in a partner for this. but lately, you’ve been running out the door every chance you get.
the memory of your fucked-out expression is still clear and vivid in his mind, but your figure has already left — nothing to touch or feel anymore. aftercare is just an afterthought for you. no cuddle sessions, nothing. frustration piles up in seungcheol’s heart and mind; his annoyance is clear.
next time, he’ll keep you here.
the next time comes soon enough. your hands are locked behind you with red furry handcuffs, your eyes covered by a soft red ribbon — the vision of a perfect submissive. your whimpers are still loud for the camera, and especially for seungcheol.
“d-daddy,” your whiny voice calls out to him.
the sound enters seungcheol’s ears and goes straight to his cock. no other sub compares to you.
“isn’t she cute, darlings?” he taunts, speaking into the camera.
“i’m gonna keep her like this for a long time,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. all it does is make you wetter.
seungcheol enjoys it too much. his fingers pinch your clit, earning even louder whining from you. pleasure fills you entirely when he shoves his fingers into your pussy without warning. a silent moan falls from your lips as you arch your back. his thrusts are relentless, overwhelming in every way, leaving you breathless.
he loves you like this — at his mercy, not running away. all the times you left the room without even a proper goodbye after he gave you the greatest pleasure of your life.
maybe the last rounds of edging, never made you learn your lesson.
maybe this time it will stick.
he keeps you on the edge for god knows how long. your body is too obedient to him, you’re not in control anymore. despite the fact that your clit is sore from being played with, then ignored. it’s your mind that’s being tested the most.
seungcheol only smiles when he realised he’s had enough. you’re pathetic thrusting in the air where his hands were, was enough for him. he kept you there for two hours.
if you could see, the glint in his eyes through that red band, you would realise that you’ve dealt with the devil.
but in a blink of an eye, his hot breath in your ear suddenly feels like an angel’s call. a piece of heaven.
“cum, baby,”
his words are the last thing you truly hear before the overwhelming high crashes down on you. your body is writhing in pure pleasure. seungcheol fingers don’t stop, his constant rubbing aids you in coming down from that high.
“so so good,” he praises. you preen.
you hear how he’s stepping away from you, to head to the camera. you also then hear his soft goodbye and the click, signifying the end of the session. so the next reasonable thing for you to do, is wait for him to release you from your bounds.
but it doesn’t come.
you only hear his footsteps circling the bed. he doesn’t feel far but doesn’t feel near enough. like he is the predator circling his prey. you’re at a loss. you don’t know what to do, you’re still a little floaty from the orgasm.
you call out.
“seungcheol,” your soft voice echoes through the room.
“not my name, baby,”
he all but growls. his voice alone, sends trembles through your body.
he isn’t done with you.
well, not yet.
a/n: thoughts? tell me if u want a full fic, i have a lot of ideas for these two.
your body’s writhing from the orgasm, the vibrator is still resting right on top of your stomach, just barely above the place you want it the most. the small vibrations help you ride your high. your whimpers fill the room. you can’t help but buck against the pressure.
“look at her. pathetic,” seungcheol spits toward the camera.
you want to whine, but you know it might lead to another round of edging. you desperately don’t want that right now.
“you want more? such a greedy, greedy girl…” he adds.
his voice affects you more than you realise. his hand raises to hit your pussy, and you can hear it — how wet it is. it’s obscene. in the far corner, you can hear the sound of tips coming in. the blinking red light reminds you where you are.
you helplessly try to grind into his hand, but as quickly as you do, seungcheol replaces it with the vibrator, set on high. your thighs immediately try to close, attempting to block out the intense pressure. his hands are rough as he keeps them apart, even angling the vibrator back onto your clit.
“you like that, right? if you wanna be greedy, i’ll give you what you want,” seungcheol spits.
your pussy is on full display for the camera. he notices the signs even before you do — the way your fingers curl against the sheets, pulling at them, the way your whiny whimpers fade into silent gasps.
seungcheol knows he’s got you. as his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows lift slightly, making that expression that makes you swoon. your eyes are watery as you try so hard to be a good girl and wait for his command, desperate and on the edge.
“cum,” he whispers.
and you do. god, you do. after the previous orgasms, this one is the strongest. your eyes roll back into skull. you don’t even feel the liquid gushing out of you; your body is buzzing. you feel seungcheol’s steady grip on your shaking thighs.
“so, so pretty,” seungcheol praises, sweet as ever.
slowly calming you down with soft touches and sweet nothings in your ear.
“that’s all for today, darlings. hope you enjoyed,” he turns back to the camera, ending the stream.
that’s your cue. you rush to pick up your clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed despite the soreness in your legs.
“i’ve gotta go. see you, seungcheol,” you run off quickly.
seungcheol sighs as his hands busy themselves with the camera. this was supposed to be a contractual agreement — you and him, a few hours on cam for his regular bdsm livestream. he has tried other partners, but they’ve never given the same satisfaction as you. your reactions and sounds are right up his alley, and most of all, your openness to everything.
you have given him total control over almost everything. every kink and fantasy he had, you embraced with open arms. you were everything he wanted in a partner for this. but lately, you’ve been running out the door every chance you get.
the memory of your fucked-out expression is still clear and vivid in his mind, but your figure has already left — nothing to touch or feel anymore. aftercare is just an afterthought for you. no cuddle sessions, nothing. frustration piles up in seungcheol’s heart and mind; his annoyance is clear.
next time, he’ll keep you here.
the next time comes soon enough. your hands are locked behind you with red furry handcuffs, your eyes covered by a soft red ribbon — the vision of a perfect submissive. your whimpers are still loud for the camera, and especially for seungcheol.
“d-daddy,” your whiny voice calls out to him.
the sound enters seungcheol’s ears and goes straight to his cock. no other sub compares to you.
“isn’t she cute, darlings?” he taunts, speaking into the camera.
“i’m gonna keep her like this for a long time,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. all it does is make you wetter.
seungcheol enjoys it too much. his fingers pinch your clit, earning even louder whining from you. pleasure fills you entirely when he shoves his fingers into your pussy without warning. a silent moan falls from your lips as you arch your back. his thrusts are relentless, overwhelming in every way, leaving you breathless.
he loves you like this — at his mercy, not running away. all the times you left the room without even a proper goodbye after he gave you the greatest pleasure of your life.
maybe the last rounds of edging, never made you learn your lesson.
maybe this time it will stick.
he keeps you on the edge for god knows how long. your body is too obedient to him, you’re not in control anymore. despite the fact that your clit is sore from being played with, then ignored. it’s your mind that’s being tested the most.
seungcheol only smiles when he realised he’s had enough. you’re pathetic thrusting in the air where his hands were, was enough for him. he kept you there for two hours.
if you could see, the glint in his eyes through that red band, you would realise that you’ve dealt with the devil.
but in a blink of an eye, his hot breath in your ear suddenly feels like an angel’s call. a piece of heaven.
“cum, baby,”
his words are the last thing you truly hear before the overwhelming high crashes down on you. your body is writhing in pure pleasure. seungcheol fingers don’t stop, his constant rubbing aids you in coming down from that high.
“so so good,” he praises. you preen.
you hear how he’s stepping away from you, to head to the camera. you also then hear his soft goodbye and the click, signifying the end of the session. so the next reasonable thing for you to do, is wait for him to release you from your bounds.
but it doesn’t come.
you only hear his footsteps circling the bed. he doesn’t feel far but doesn’t feel near enough. like he is the predator circling his prey. you’re at a loss. you don’t know what to do, you’re still a little floaty from the orgasm.
you call out.
“seungcheol,” your soft voice echoes through the room.
“not my name, baby,”
he all but growls. his voice alone, sends trembles through your body.
he isn’t done with you.
well, not yet.
a/n: thoughts? tell me if u want a full fic, i have a lot of ideas for these two.
Word count: 1,200 (ik it's short it's more like a pre story starter)
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff, pining, crush
Summary: Idle member L/N Y/N and P1harmony member Choi Jiung see what it's like to have a 'normal' life away from the idol buisness on the show "My First Family"!!
First off I wanted to apologize for how long this took me to get out. I started with an entirely different concept then decided I hated it, so now we have this LOL. This is barely proofread so sorry for any mistakes!
“Fuck!”
You squealed before slapping a hand over your mouth.
“Y/Niee…..it can't be that bad, cmon” said Yuqi’s voice from over the phone.
You were in your hotel room staring at your laptop with an email opened, reading:
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‘Hello Y/N! Hope this reaches you well,
As you know, you will be starring in a new reality TV series, “My First Family”, where you will take on the responsibilities of normal, non idol life such as housework, meal prep, cleaning, and taking care of a child. I am writing this to you because we just got the message about who you will be costarring with. They have decided Jiung from P1Harmony would be an amazing fit for this role. Their comeback just happened, and as you are well aware Idle is releasing a single soon. This will be an amazing chance to promote the album and gain publicity, with the rising popularity of P1Harmony.
Best regards,
Ha-yoon Kim’
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“No no you don't get it! This is terrible! I don't know what our manager was thinking! Letting me be paired with the one guy I have the biggest crush on.” You rambled. Finding out Jiung was your partner for the newest TV series “My First Family” was certainly a huge shock for you. He had been your little celebrity crush since you were a trainee. You would watch every video that came out on YouTube, stream their album first minute of release, and maaaaybe stalk his fancams. After you debuted, once and a while you would run into him and his group members during a music core performance or award show. And even then, all the interaction was a polite bow and a greeting.
“Ughhhhhh. I can't do this Yuqi. I'm seriously gonna die.” You whine in protest, flopping your face into a pillow. Her laugh echos through the phone “oh stop being dramatic! This is gonna be fun! Aaaand, think about getting closer to him hmmmm?” She teased. You sigh and flip on your side “I guess. What if he hates me though? What if the kid hates me? I don't think I can deal with that” “none of that will happen. You’re the sweetest Y/N!! Everybody loves you. Oh, gotta go! Soyeon is calling. Don't freak out and don't trip over him!”
As the phone vibrates with the hang up audio, you groan and close your eyes. ‘I can do this. No problem. It's for the album. To promote the album…..nothing else.’
This is it. D-Day. The day you meet with Jiung and film the first episode of the series. You had been bouncing your leg nervously in the backseat of the car for so long your manager started to get annoyed, putting a hand on your knee and giving you a glance. “You okay?” She asks quietly. She was always a good manager, seemingly cold and stern on the outside but really she was a big softy. “Yeah. Just nervous, that's all.” You reply. She hums in understanding and pulls her hand back “I get it. It's gonna be different to adjust to, but it's nothing you can't handle.” Her words were both encouraging yet nerve wracking.
The car pulls up to a quiet, modest home with other black suvs parked outside. You take a deep breath and shake the last of the nerves off before you put a casual smile on. You and your manager get out and walk over to the entrance, the cameras on to get your first impression of the place.
“Wow, this is so cute!” You mention as you walk to the small porch.
A second later, another van pulls up. You feel your heart in your throat as Jiung steps out of the car, his manager following behind as well as the film crew. He admires the exterior of the house and says a few things you can't hear to the camera. He turns and sees you standing on the porch, leaning on the railing as you were waiting. He grins and waves at you “Hey! Hi! It's nice to formally meet you” he says as he bows to you, and you do the same. “Yeah, nice to meet you finally. I feel like I see you all over at events but we've never met officially.” You say with a shy smile. He nods and puts his hands in his hoodie pocket. The crew had you both dress casually and comfortably, to give the vibe of a relaxing, inviting home. Jiung had on a pull over hoodie with longer sweat shorts and tennis shoes. You had on a baggy pair of sweatpants with sneakers and a tight fitted graphic tee.
After the meeting scene, the staff told you both to start touring the house you will be staying at. Both to get acclimated and to get more comfortable around each other. The two of you walked through the front door of the beautifully furnished house. The living room was bright and cozy, with soft neutral furniture, bookshelves, and children's toys already scattered across the rug. "It actually feels like someone lives here," you said. "Right?" Jiung looked around in amazement. "I expected it to feel more like a set honestly.” He turns to the staff with a smile and a thumbs up “you guys did a great job!”
They moved into the kitchen next. Every cabinet had already been stocked with dishes, snacks, and ingredients. The refrigerator was filled with fresh groceries, and a handwritten shopping list sat on the counter "You'll both be responsible for cooking," the producer explained. Jiung immediately looked at you. "...Can you cook?" "A little." He smiled. “That's ok, I'm a decent cook myself. I often cook for my members” your heart flutters at the thought of him taking care of his members, but you quickly shake it off. You smiled politely. "Aww, that's sweet!... I can make instant ramen and maybe an egg if I'm lucky" He let out a laugh at that “It's ok. How about I make the food and you do the dishes? Sounds fair?” You nod your head quickly “sure!”
The tour continued upstairs. A master bedroom with two beds, the bathroom, and finally the child's room, decorated with stuffed animals, shelves full of storybooks, and a flat playmat/bed roll with plush pillows with a fan in case the child gets warm. Both of you instinctively smiled the moment you stepped inside. "It's adorable," you whispered. Jiung nodded "I hope they like us." The word 'us’ almost made you giggle out loud. To think that you and Jiung were being talked about as a singular thing was making your chest erupt in butterflies. You glanced over before smiling softly, "Me too."
HIIIIIIIIII!!!!! ❀(*´◡`*)❀
Ok I know this was short, but iv been delaying this for far too long and I figured a little prequel never hurt anybody. I also thought it was good to establish her feels about Jiung
💼 pairing: coworker!joshua x fem!reader
💼 genre/content: coworkers, angst, work crush
💼 warnings: misogyny, horrible male boss, degrading language toward reader, smut in full story
💼 summary: your work crush, Joshua is nothing short of sweet and caring towards you- the only woman on your team at Carat Inc. However, when a new manager takes over and makes drastic changes, you're the only one affected. And much to your dismay, you've been thrown under the bus by none other than Joshua. How do you move forward after this unexpected betrayal?
💼 word count: 630
💼 a/n: this is for all my corporate baddies just like myself
Your face slowly falls as you realize what exactly Manager Choi is saying.
“You’re giving away my top two projects? Why?”
“We feel there are better leaders suited for the demands of these projects.”
“I have been working on Project Fahrenheit for two years. I’ve built a relationship with all the employees and the managers, I’ve visited the site-”
“We know, and we thank you for your hard work. But we will be relieving you from both of these projects effective immediately. Moving on-”
“I don’t understand,” you cut, feeling your ears burn with complete shock.
Manager Choi looks at you impatiently, like an adult entertaining the ramblings of a child.
“Why are you giving away my projects?”
“Like I said, there are better leaders-”
“Who?”
Manager Choi hesitates.
“I am giving Project Pegasus to Seungcheol.”
“And I am giving Project Fahrenheit to Joshua.”
Seungcheol, Manager Choi’s son, is a completely unqualified dick who’s always been a jerk to you. The true definition of a nepo baby.
But Joshua?
The only man on your team who’s had your back. The one who pushed you to take on Project Fahrenheit.
You immediately turn to look at him.
“Did you know?”
Joshua doesn’t say anything. But the look in his eyes tells you the truth.
“When did you find out?”
Joshua sits up straight and fixes his tie. “I was informed yesterday morning.”
Yesterday morning. When he laughed with you and ate lunch with you and walked you to the bus stop. The whole time, he knew.
You’ve been blindsided in front of your whole team. Of course, you, the only woman.
And you’ve been betrayed by the only person who you thought was your friend.
With a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you stand up, grab your notebook, and walk out of the room. Your heels click on the floor as you make a beeline to Manager Jung- Manager Choi’s boss.
You don’t bother knocking- you walk right in and stand in front of his desk.
“Miss Kim, what can I-,” he starts with a surprised look on his face.
“I was just informed that Manager Choi is reassigning my highest-grossing projects. The ones I’ve spent years working on. And he assigned me the bottom-tier projects that will not gross sales. I am one of the most qualified members of my team, and I will not be treated this way. I want you to move me to a new team, or else I’m putting in my letter of resignation. By the end of the day.”
Manager Jung sits frozen in his seat.
“Okay, well, perhaps Manager Choi had a good reason for this reassignment. You know he had a really good background at his last company, which is why we recruited him to improve the direction of all the teams in your org,” he says while folding his hands and avoiding eye contact.
Your silence lets Manager Jung know that you will not accept this nonsense, hollow explanation as an answer.
“How about this? Let me go over Manager Choi’s plans within the week. If I feel he has valid reasons for reassigning your projects, then we will go forward with those, and we can discuss moving you to a different team. But if I disagree with him, then I’ll ensure you get your projects back. How’s that?” he says with a smile.
You don’t smile back. Instead, you immediately turn around and walk out of his office and past your desk, straight to the elevators. Even though it’s 11 AM, you’re done for the day. You’re sick of your team’s bullshit, Manager Jung’s spineless ass, and most of all, Joshua.
You can’t believe you’ve had a crush on him for three years now. And for a little while, you thought he liked you back.
soft cuddles with svt after a hard rough night of loving..... i’m broken
A/N: Omg, anon, I hope you take comfort in my take on your request, and I apologize for the wait for my response.
genre: fluff, suggestive?
warnings: mdni, 18+, soft! svt, in love! svt, boyfriend! svt, mentions of fucking you stupid, hints at various positions, hints at multiple rounds, descriptions of trembling legs, marks, hair tugging, scratches, etc.
wc: 2.9k
SEUNGCHEOL - Seungcheol keeps you trapped between him and the bed when his vice grip on your thighs turns softer. You two are both breathless, and his palms slide up to your ankles to gently bring your legs off of his broad shoulders as you try to remember how to form a thought again.
Your legs feel like baby deer when they try to learn to walk for the first time, and it's a little embarrassing how they just flop onto the mattress with a muted thud while Cheol leans back over you.
He takes over your vision, hiding the view of your ceiling with his shoulders, and you're blinking stupidly up at him as he gives you a charming grin in greeting.
That's when he leans down to give you a kiss, wiping any thoughts from your mushy brain as he rolls his tongue over yours before trailing his kisses down your body with slow precision.
He kisses the marks he's littered all over your body, all the way down to your sternum, and then that's where he stays. He weighs his body down on top of yours, making a home between your shaking legs, and it's like you have whiplash when he gives you a loving stare from his big brown eyes.
He doesn't have to speak for you to know what he's thinking; his fingers that caress your hips and up your ribcage tell you that he's a little worried he was a little too rough this time around, but you're humming with satisfaction, combing your fingers through his hair as he rests his head over your stomach, holding you like you're his personal teddy bear, cuddling you close as he tells you he loves you.
JEONGHAN - Jeonghan kisses each of your wrists with soft kisses before he rubs his palms up your arms. He knows your arms have to be sore because he's held them behind your back most of the night.
Your legs are still trembling when he finally slips away from you, and you're barely hearing the soft noises he coos as he gets you to roll onto your back. You're marked all over, and Jeonghan is almost tempted to take a photo of how pretty you look with his teeth marks on your breasts and bruises on your inner thighs, but it's more important to him that you focus your pretty eyes on him.
Your eyes are a little glossy, and it's truly his fault, but his grin says he's not remorseful in the slightest. Instead, he lies on his side, cuddling into you as he traces his fingertips up and down your body.
"Did so well for me, my love." He praises, and you're all but putty in his hands as he brings you from your gooey thoughts. Actually, it's more like no thoughts because that's usually how he makes you when he's finished, and when you're finally blinking up at him, his smirk is soft - loving - as he hums. "There's my love. You feel good?"
JOSHUA - Joshua pulls you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses your forehead softly. "You did so good for me," he murmurs, and his fingers run down your back in slow swirls as you snuggle in closer after hearing the praise.
His touch becomes softer, gentler, the complete opposite of what it was mere minutes ago when he had fingers in your hair and a rough grip on your hip to keep you in place.
Now, his hands massage your muscles, holding you close as he gives you kiss after kiss on your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. It makes you feel warm from your head all the way down to your toes as you tilt your head up to look at him.
And when he says "I love you," you can see it in his eyes, the way they soften as his nose nudges against yours while you meet him halfway for another slow kiss.
"I love you, too." You murmur and feel the way he tries to pull you closer, like somehow you weren't already more intertwined than you could be.
JUN - Jun peppers you with kisses, praising you in between each one he places on your lips, your cheeks, and your forehead. The once strong grip he had on your ankles all but disappears as your wobbly legs slip from his shoulders, and the smile he gives you should give you whiplash.
Jun has gone completely 180 from fucking you stupid to doting on you like the sun actually sets on you, as you come down from your latest orgasm. Your thighs won't stop trembling, and your tongue feels stuck to the roof of your mouth, but Jun's hands work your muscles like he's a professional masseuse.
He's careful not to touch the marks he's left on you, and when the ringing in your ears subsides, you realize he's blabbing praise to you as he lifts your leg up to gently kiss your inner ankle.
It makes you clench around nothing pathetically, and you're all but pulling him back over you as you wrap your legs around his waist.
Your actions make him laugh softly, and he doesn't get to see you blush as you bury your face in his chest, but that's fine because he simply rolls you both to your sides, keeping you close against him as he kisses the top of your head, murmuring a sweet, "I love you" into your hair.
HOSHI - Soonyoung's touch becomes gentle almost instantly, even before his cock has had the chance to soften up inside of you. He lets go of your wrists he's had pinned above your head, and instantly rubs his palms down your body like worship.
His fingertips trace the curves of you, the little bite he placed on your shoulder, another bite mark just under the swell of your breast, and his eyes seem a little glossy with admiration and love as he praises you. "You were made for me, my love." He states it as a fact, and your legs twitch around his waist as he squeezes your hips like a stress ball, the cute aggression too much to handle for him. "Fuck, you're perfect."
The words make you laugh, and your hands push on Hoshi's chest as he gives you a big smile. "Shut up," you dismiss, but Soonyoung doesn't allow it.
"No. I mean it: you're perfect, perfect to me." He doubles down on the praise, and before you can process it, he's rolled you two around so he's splayed on his back with you on top of him. He wraps his arms around your back, forcing you to cuddle him, and another giggle escapes you.
"I love you." You giggle, and Hoshi makes a noise while he pinches your side with an incredulous huff.
"Hey, that's my line!"
WONWOO - It's dark in your bedroom when Wonwoo's touch becomes softer. He still grabs you firmly, pulling you into him with the sheets wrapped around your waist, but he follows the action with a sweet kiss to your lips. "You did so good for me," he praises low against your lips, and a shiver runs down your spine in response.
Your body is soft, thoroughly spent, and pliant as he pulls you to lie half on top of him. You're both breathing a little hard after your latest orgasm, and if the lights were on, you'd see that one of the pillows is on the floor, and his forehead is lined with sweat as your body hums a frequency that makes your toes tingle.
"Are you okay? Was I too rough, my love?" Wonwoo asks while his hands map their way down your body with soft squeezes that end up making you giggle because it would be Wonwoo who would fuck you like he hated you, only to end up caressing you like you were his alter he chose to worship at.
"Yes, and yes." You muse, and Wonwoo's hands pull you closer, his mouth finding yours even in the darkness of the night. "I loved it, though. Do you feel better letting it all out of your system?"
Wonwoo answers your question with another kiss, his hands already pulling you the rest of the way on top of him as a response.
WOOZI - Woozi isn't a man of many words; his love comes from his actions, so when you two catch your breath, he's gentle as he pulls away from you. His eyes are soft and full of love as he gives you a kiss before he goes to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
When he returns, you're still lying there, perfect as ever, and he tells you as much when he leans down to give you a sweet kiss.
He makes sure you're okay by cleaning up the mess he made of you with a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He gets to watch the blur in your eyes clear up as time goes on, and he gently drags the washcloth over your body, taking note of the finger-shaped bruises he made on your thighs and on your hips.
After he throws the washcloth into the hamper, he holds you close, tucking your head into his chest while his fingers card through your hair.
You two lie together, with you cuddled into his side as you listen to his heartbeat steady. Thump, thum-thump, thump. You feel the way your heart rate syncs to his, your head rising in time with each breath he takes, and the silence you two share is soothing. There aren't many words exchanged in the silence, but Woozi holds you protectively, tracing the unspoken words of "I love you" along your back, making you feel warm all over.
MINGHAO - "Don't move," Minghao orders, and he all but tucks you into him like you could somehow feel your legs after what he's done. Your body hums like an electrical current, and your eyes blink the blurriness you've got away as Minghao's chest presses into your back.
Both of you are breathless, and you aren't sure if it's his heartbeat that you can feel racing or if it's your own. All you do know is that you feel sore in the best way possible, and you're smiling stupidly because of it.
You know the blankets are somewhere on the floor in a heap, and your legs tangle with his as you feel his head rest on the back of your shoulder, and you don't move.
Instead, you focus on the way he kisses the back of your neck softly, the way his hand snakes up to cup your neck again. He doesn't grab it roughly like he did minutes ago when he had your eyes rolled to the back of your head; this time, it's softer, resting gently so he can feel your racing heart sync to his, and he repeats himself again. "Don't move."
He says it tenderly, quieter, almost like a plea, and you don't have to look over your shoulder to know he's smiling before he places a kiss on your shoulder, holding you close as you snuggle back into him.
MINGYU - Mingyu's entire body weight sinks on top of yours, and both of you groan in unison before laughing a little. You feel like you've run a marathon, and you might as well have, with the way Mingyu tossed you around the last few hours. Actually, you're not sure how long, but you know your body is still vibrating from the way Mingyu manhandled you mere minutes ago, and now that Mingyu's rolled to the side, you shiver in pleasure as he pulls you to his chest with ease.
"I love you," Mingyu confesses with a grin, and you roll your eyes playfully as he looks at you with his big, sparkly brown eyes. He looks at you like he's falling for you for the first time all over again, and his hands that were once holding you down now rub your back with soft swirls, soothing you, coaxing you to tilt your head up.
When he dips his head down to give you a kiss, you're already meeting him halfway, and you kiss him back slowly, melting into his arms as you tell him "I love you" in between the shared kisses. Your cheeks are rosy, your mind is warm and fuzzy, and Mingyu has you flushed against his body as he squeezes you by the hips.
He continues kissing you, murmuring praises against your lips, and you're putty in his hands, preening under his sweet words as he holds you close.
DK - When you've all but melted into the bed underneath you, Dokyeom's following suit, instantly softening his touch as you tremble underneath him from your latest orgasm.
His hands let go of your waist, moving up to settle on the bed right by your head, and you watch his head lower with a breathless laugh when you give him a playful hair tug. He's caged you between him and the mattress, pressing his chest against yours, and the once-roughness with which he handled you is gone as he kisses the curve of your neck with small adoring pecks.
You two try to catch your breath in the aftermath, and your ears stop ringing just enough for you to hear him as he apologizes with a bashful tone.
He's back to giving you soft eyes and a sheepish smile as he traces his fingertips down your sides, mapping out the marks he's left all over you in the heat of the moment, and you're quick to pull him into a kiss to let him know it's okay.
You two continue to kiss as he settles back over you, grounding you to him while your tongue rolls over his. And you two stay like this for a long time, cuddling close while wearing matching smiles as you take your time to say "I love you" in between the sweet kisses you two share.
SEUNGKWAN - Seungkwan's roughness immediately softens the moment your body melts into his.
Your thighs tremble, your hands shake, and his arms wrap around your back to keep you flush against his chest as he talks you through it. He murmurs praise low in your ear, placing kisses wherever his lips can reach, and you're clutching onto him as he says, "That's it, let it all out for me."
His fingers card through your hair, softly but firmly, massaging your head, and your body hums pleasantly as he places a kiss on your forehead before dragging his palms down your sides. You can feel the little ache on your scalp from where your hair was pulled, and the bruises that will form on your hips from where he held you earlier, but none of that matters when he pulls you into a loving kiss.
His hands massage your thighs lightly as you smile between the shared kisses, and when he tells you he loves you, you can feel it in the way he holds you closer, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as he cuddles you closer.
VERNON - "You're okay, right?" Vernon asks as you run your fingers along his scalp, massaging his head as he tucks himself into your side.
His fingers are tracing a bruise that's blooming on your hip, and you watch the way his eyebrows furrow a little in concern. The bruise is shaping to the size of his fingertips, which shouldn't be surprising since he was the one who made them when he had you on your hands and knees.
"M'little sore," you muse, and Vernon's kissing your collarbone as he squeezes your thigh, bringing it over his hip as you continue. "But the good kind of sore, an ache that's wanted."
Vernon moves on to kiss just above your breasts, making his way up to your neck as you lightly tug his hair, an indication you don't want him to stop.
When his lips brush along your jaw, your eyes are already closed, and your lips are curved up in a beautiful smile. It makes him pause, his own lips tilting up as he takes you in. "Yeah? You feel good, my love?"
He says it with a playful tone that makes you roll your eyes playfully in response, and you giggle when he pulls you closer, bringing you flush against him.
DINO - "I love you," Dino confesses, breathless and with an exhausted smile. His chest heaves with a full heart dedicated to you, and you're boneless underneath him, much to both of your amusement.
The sheets tangle just as you both do. Dino hooks your leg over his, and your head rests on his bicep, and neither of you comments on the fact that you should probably change the sheets and take a shower.
You're both covered in sweat; he's got red angry lines down his back, and you can feel the bruises forming on your thighs, but it's okay, it's good, even. The kind of good you know you'll feel days later.
Dino wraps a heavy arm around your waist, anchoring you to him, and his nose nudges your chin while his dark brown eyes look up at you with a reverence that should make you blush - but from what you two just finished doing mere minutes ago, you're already rosy in the cheeks, so you settle on a bashful smile that makes his grin grow bigger.
"I love you," he says again and again, kissing his way up to your lips as you melt into his embrace, loving that he repeats it until you're giggling and softly saying it back to him.
대박 - you made it to the end.
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✮⋆˙pairing: guitarist!loser!vernon x mean girl!fem!reader
✮⋆˙synopsis: You know how there is this one guy in your life who is obstinate, inflexible, unyielding to good plain common sense, and just overall absolutely infuriating? That's Hansol Vernon Chwe. But there's something about him which you can't deny: He fucks really good. Don't get it wrong, this isn't your greatest pleasure or something you're really proud of… But it is your Dirty Little Secret.
✮⋆˙genre: enemies to enemies w/ benefits to lovers, smut, fluff
✮⋆˙word count: 3,253
✮⋆˙warnings: suggestive, implied penetration (vernon makes a joke), reader will be very annoying (but that's on purpose), she's a mean girl but she's also lowkey a diva, implied sex when drunk, the writing may be bad (this is my first fic and i wrote something after 2 years, pls be kind) [THESE ARE FOR THIS CHAPTER ONLY]
THE LOUD MUSIC coming from the frat house calls to you as you park your vintage convertible outside the frat house. You check your reflection in your car’s rear view mirror, running your hands through your hair and adjusting the bunny ears on your head. You reapply your lip gloss as the final touch before stepping out of the vehicle.
“C’mon losers, let’s go to this party, we’re already late.” You say to your friends without looking back at them as you strut towards the frat house’s entrance in your stilettos. You hear your friends’ footsteps walking beside you, “you know, we wouldn’t actually be late if it weren’t for you,” Joshua comments as he opens the door, stepping inside with Sana. You just roll your eyes at him, slightly annoyed as they walk ahead.
The bass of the party rattles your ribs as you stand at the entrance of the frat house. Your hands rest on the door frame, nails drumming against it as your eyes scan the party, taking in the sight of drunk bodies grooving to the beat of the music. You catch the gaze of a few people staring at you. You raise your chin up and step inside. You’re moving through the physiques of characters and creatures seamlessly when your eyes are covered by big, rough hands.
“Guess who?” The familiar voice calls near your ear over the music, putting a smile on your face as you turn around to see the man, who is currently dressed as an F1 driver. Mingyu takes off his helmet to reveal his smiling face to you. Kim Mingyu, also known as the man of your dreams. Hot, jock, unable to be locked down by anyone. Well… except you. At least you hope he will be soon enough.
“Mingyu!” you exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him laugh and wrap his muscular arms around your waist. Your nails grazing the blades of his broad shoulders. “Nice party, could’ve been a little better though,” you whisper in his ear teasingly, making him chuckle softly. You pull back slightly, just enough to see his face “make me a drink?”
Mingyu pulls away with a ‘sure’ and puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards one of the counters where Joshua and Sana are already standing with the vice president of the Sigma Beta Tau fraternity, Yoon Jeonghan. Mingyu gives a brief greeting to your friends, while Jeonghan narrows his eyes towards the both of you in interest, his lips twitching as if he wants to laugh. You smile back at Jeonghan before rolling your eyes and focusing your attention on Mingyu again.You lean towards him, pretending to be a little off balance so his hand comes up to rest on your back to balance your figure. You look up at him with an almost innocent expression if not for the finger trailing down his arm flirtatiously, “can I have a vodka cranberry please?” you request him with a small smile.
Mingyu, oblivious to your flirtations and the effect of his hand on your back, just nods and walks away over to the drinks station to get you your vodka cranberry. You hear a little snicker coming from Jeonghan causing you to turn around towards the other three again, your smile falling from your face the moment Mingyu gets out of your eye lane. Jeonghan leans forward, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s trying not to smile, “hey there…” his eyes rake up and down your body, “bunny girl.”
You meet him eye to eye, not falling apart under his gaze, greeting him back. “Hey yourself, Loki.” The staring contest lasts for a good few seconds before Jeonghan scoffs out a laugh and breaks away. Your eyes still follow him as he moves, thumbs cracking the knuckle joints of your fingers as Jeonghan walks away from the counter to meet with other people..
Your death glare continues to follow Jeonghan when Sana comes up to you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “you know, if looks could kill…” you hear her sweet voice in your ear and turn to face her, about to make a snide remark when Mingyu returns with your drink. “One vodka cranberry for you, bunny,” your face lights up again, eyes softening as you turn around, voice getting slightly higher in pitch as you turn around. “Oh my god, thank-” you stop as you see a girl with him, “... you. Thank you.” Your eyes narrow slightly before you compose yourself again and extend a hand out towards the black swan. You notice her head is a bit bowed.
“Hi! What’s your name?” You say, your voice sickeningly sweet as you address her. She’s struggling with her words, stuttering and continuously fidgeting with her cuticles. You wait patiently, eyeing her down but Mingyu answers for her, “this is Aria, we just met while I was making your drink.”
“Yeah.” Aria breathes out as she shakes your hand with her own, her hands feeling clammy against your own. You tilt your head to the side with a saccharine smile, squeezing her hand just a little too hard that she pulls away with a start. She rubs her hand, her smile faltering a little bit while you take a sip of your vodka cranberry, still keeping eye contact with her. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Aria. Are you a first year student?”
Sana clears her throat behind you as a signal to calm down. Aria desperately tries to look anywhere but your face. “Y-yeah I’m a first year,” Aria stammered out, flashing you an awkward smile. It would’ve been so adorable, if not for Mingyu looking at her surprised and reaching over to squeeze her shoulder, flashing his golden retriever smile at her. You watched her ease up a little, her gaze going over to Mingyu for a second before watching the floor again, the tips of her ears turning red. “Damn, that means this is your first big university party,” Mingyu said and did a goofy little curtsey, showing his natural fangs, “I hope I did a good job. First frat party, the stakes are high.”
You watch Aria giggle and nod her head, “the party is awesome, you did a great job, Mingyu.” He laughed softly as well, rising from his curtsey, rubbing his neck with his hand, “I’m glad you’re liking it then.”
Oh, hell no.
You nudge Mingyu slightly with your shoulder, leaning against his side, “SVT always throws the best parties because they have Mingyu. Otherwise this whole thing would be a mess.” You reach an arm up and boop Mingyu’s nose. He gets a little flustered by the boop and loosely rests his hand on your shoulder while you glance at Aria again, her shoulders deflating slightly as her gaze focuses on Mingyu’s hand resting on your shoulder. “You would not know, of course, being new and all.”
Her red lips twitched, faltering for a second before she tried to speak again. “Oh, well I plan to come to more.” She says and you coo at her like she’s a child, “that’s cute, but only if you get invited to more.”She stares at you dumbfounded while you just raise an arm to softly play with a strand of Mingyu’s hair.
“Gyu, your hair’s all messy from the helmet.” You say, your voice pitched slightly higher than normal as you lift both your hands to his hair to fix them. “Oh… thanks,” he mumbles a bit, taking a step back from you. You drop your hands a bit, acutely aware that Aria saw Mingyu stepping back from you, before wrapping them around his bicep, “c’mon, let me fix ‘em,” you run a hand through his hair, pushing them back from his forehead. He lets out a little ‘woah’ but ultimately lets you do whatever you want.
“Your hair looks much sexier when it’s pushed back,” you turn your head to look at Aria who is still standing there, awkwardly looking anywhere else but at the both of you, her eyes darting around the sea of people. “Hey! Doesn’t his hair look sexy pushed back?” You call her, head leaning against Mingyu’s shoulder, eyes looking at her expectantly with an innocent pout. As if her opinion really matters.
“Oh, yes—yes it does—um…” she scratches the back of her head and huffs out an awkward laugh before pointing in some random direction. “I should probably go… my friend, y’know?”
You notice her fidgeting with the skin of her nails again , eyes poring over her body one last time with a smile. “You should, bye!” You agreed hastily, waving your fingers at her. Mingyu looks between the both of you before looking at Aria, “oh, maybe I can help you -” That angel of a man tried to offer to her, but she just waved her hand dismissively, mumbling a ‘no thank you’ as she stumbled away cutting him off.
You lean against the counter, looking at Mingyu’s disappointed expression as she walks away, and pick up your vodka cranberry again, inspecting it for a few seconds before taking a sip. You notice your friends are nowhere to be seen, having lost track of them due to this stupid engagement. Not that you want them here right now, your priority is right in front of you.A smaller, more genuine smile sits on your lips again, “anyways, where were we?” You poke Mingyu’s bicep to get him to look at you again.
He sighs and smiles at you as well and you begin talking. The next thirty minutes felt amazing as you both talked and laughed with each other without the intrusion of anyone else. You keep count of everything. The moments your hands made contact with his, the times he might have been implying something flirtatious, the times he did flirt back despite not catching most of your hints. Your conversion remained very friendly, but the conversation was leading somewhere. Hopefully a date, or his bed, you weren’t picky about how your amazing love story would start, a beautiful love story to battle the disney princess movies themselves.
Your finger trails down his chest as you purr, “I was wondering, do you wanna go somewhere after this party?” You try to pull him closer with the fabric of his costume. Before you can hear Mingyu’s answer though, a loud guitar sound fills the room, cutting off EDM which was playing on the speakers before. There are a lot of cheers from the crowd as you look around, many people also look around, trying to find the source of the noise. You find Soonyoung dragging Seungcheol, the president of the frat, with him excitedly. Seungcheol breaks away to shout Mingyu’s name. You’re about to pull Mingyu back to yourself again when you hear this agitating, grating voice from the speakers which replaced the amazing music playing from the speakers.
You feel your right eye twitch as you clench your jaw, suddenly wanting to wipe the goofy smile off Mingyu’s face as he hastily apologises, hooting and hollering for the said agitating, grating voice, as he walks away from you to Seungcheol and Soonyoung. You also walk a few steps, trying to catch him. “Hey,you don’t answer… the question,” you shout as the man of your dreams disappears into the crowd. Probably going to where Riot Circuit is performing. You remember coming to the frat house to meet with Mingyu, Jeonghan and Joshua 2 days ago to see the preparation for the halloween party of the frat and completely dismissed the little makeshift podium Mingyu had made in the main hall after clearing and emptying the place for the party. You feel stupid now.
Mingyu is friends with Seokmin, which means he actually likes that little band of losers, which means of course Riot Circuit was performing. Of course Hansol Vernon Chwe— the most annoying, and irritating person you know is here. That goddamn loser. It’s not like you hate him. It’s just that… You know how there is this one guy in your life who is obstinate, inflexible, unyielding to good plain common sense, and just overall absolutely infuriating? That's Hansol Vernon Chwe. You don’t hate him.
Ok, fine, you hate him.
And now he’s ruining your chance with Mingyu when you finally had a breakthrough with him. Your hold on the half empty glass of your drink tightens as you down the rest of the drink in one go. The noise of the party fades as you stare into the empty red solo cup, taking long shallow breaths to calm the large burn you feel in your throat as the cup crinkles under your grip.
You snap out of your mini trance when you feel Sana by your side, slinging her arm around your shoulders with a long, drawn out ‘heyyy’. You huff softly and roll your eyes, starting to feel a little wobbly, the effects of the liquor hitting as you let her drag you towards one of the corners where you can rant peacefully to Sana and Joshua. And the fact that you’re going to have to hear Hansol’s singing, just ugh. He’s always been the background noise to your misery. But leaving the party is not an option because you’ve never left a party.
Your friends listen to you with fake solemn expressions when a gasp rips out of you mid rant. You reach out and grab hold onto Joshua’s arm, shocking him as you pull him towards you. You admit you might have had a drink or two more to fuel your irritation. “What if Jeonghan saw Mingyu completely ignoring and leaving me, he isn’t going to let me live!” Joshua just sighs and pats your head once, “he didn’t see you and Mingyu, he was nowhere near both of you, and if he did, he’s not going to post it on The Diamond Life.”
You scoff and swat Joshua’s hand away from your head, adjusting your bunny ears and checking any nearby surface which is even slightly reflective to make sure your hair’s perfect. “He’s not going to post it just like how he didn’t post about me getting absolutely wasted and throwing up on the street last year?” You scoff and pull out your phone to make sure you’re not disheveled. Usually, getting wasted and throwing up on the street in a college party is not a big deal, but when you’re running for the president of the sorority it is.
You’re about to reach for another drink before pausing your hand—learning from mistakes—and reaching for the bottle of water instead. Joshua’s still searching for an answer to your retort, left a bit speechless. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose when Sana says something which makes you choke on your water.
“You could always sleep with Vernon.”
You slam both your hands on the counter, coughing, but when you catch a few people looking at you, you compose yourself. Not that it matters, Joshua is still laughing as Sana continues, “I don’t understand why you hate him so much, he’s hot.”. You fist your hands, looking at them as the knuckles go white. You stay quiet for a while and then you open your palms again, running your hands down your costume, preparing to give the already well rehearsed answer. “He’s a loser, that’s why. He is literally a basic ass white boy who thinks listening to punk rock makes him sooo cool and different. He listened to one Weezer song in his teens and made it his entire personality.” You pause to take a breath, and then declare.
“I will never—EVER—sleep with Hansol Vernon Chwe.” Your best friends are quiet for a few seconds, letting the rock music flood your ears. Sana just takes a sip of her drink while looking at you like you’re the most fascinating creature she’s ever seen. You raise your eyebrows and shake your head a little, waiting for her to comment further about the situation, but she says nothing, sipping her drink. Both of you just stare at each other.
“If only you put this much passion into- oof” You elbow Joshua’s stomach before he can continue. He bursts into a fit of laughter, Sana follows a second later and you can’t help yourself covering your mouth with your hand, shoulders shaking in reluctant laughter. “I hate you guys,” but your mouth is stretched in a smile as you speak.
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You wake up when you hear the chirp of birds and feel the sunlight hit your face. You bury your face in the pillow, still disoriented from the sleep and hangover. Your head is pounding and you’re planning to sleep in when you feel a breeze in your nether regions. You snap your face up from the pillow, which is not your pillow, as memories from the party start flooding back. Joshua and Sana had dragged you to the dance floor, you’d had shots with the boys of the frat, you remember having really really good sex. You smile to yourself at the last thought. You squint your eyes and try to look around the room. This would finally be the beginning of your epic love story with Mingyu and you’re going to slam it in Jeonghan’s stupid face and…
Huh. Mingyu has a lot of posters of rock bands in his room, you never knew he liked rock. That is when more memories of the night start to flood your mind, specifically the face of the person you left the party with. The grogginess leaves your body as your mind collects itself, getting replaced by horror. No, no, no, you think, hoping this is just a nightmare as you slowly turn around, only to find the other naked body on the bed.
His eyes are already open as he greets you in his deep morning voice, “Good morning, bunny.” You yelp and fall off the edge of the bed with a thud. You exclaim in pain and hug your knees to your chest to hide your body from him.
“Hansol Vernon Chwe…” You breathe out angrily and close your eyes, rubbing at them with the heel of your palms, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but when you open your eyes you’re still on the cold floor of Hansol’s room. He’s at your edge of the bed now, looking at you with a head propped up on his hand. He breathes out your full name as well, “don’t you think that’s a bit formal for somebody who was inside you last night-” You pick up a pillow from the bed and hit his face twice as you stand up from the floor. You hug the pillow to your body as you create distance between both of you, your legs trembling while walking backwards, sore from the night’s activities.
Images of his hands and mouth on your body, of yourself begging for more, of yourself moaning underneath him as he made you feel so so good, flood your mind again. Your lower abdomen tingles at the memories of the night. You have to physically shake your head to get them out of your head before you look at Hansol again. His smile is still bright and smug. That goddamn bastard is enjoying your misery again just like he always has.
The sex was really good though. You hate that.
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a/n: OMFG CHAPTER ONE IS FINALLY HERE, it feels like i posted the teaser aeons ago and i'm so fricking sorry, but i guess i just wanted to feel good about writing again because it's been two years since i wrote anything, but now that this is here i'm very motivated to write so ch 2 will hopefully be here sooner because i've already started working on it (i love rodrina so much and vernon just fits so right in this). Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!
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[Skye's MASTERLIST]
2019 ASIA ARTIST AWARDS IN VIETNAM
2019.11.27
“Just like we have seen in the previous years, 2019 has also witnessed the debut of several promising rookies.”., one of the hosts said brightly looking at the camera.
“And therefore, we have more than one recipient for the "Rookie of the Year" award… the recipients of this award for 2019 are:
AB6IX (Singer - Music),
ITZY (Singer - Music),
TXT (Singer - Music),
SKYE (Singer – part of group SEVENTEEN – Music)
and Ong Seong Wu (Actor - Television/Film).
Skye had continued to sit even after the winners were announced. It seemed as if her name as one of the winners hadn’t registered in her own ears. By the time Mingyu nudged her towards the stage, Hoshi was crying, DK was screaming, and Seungkwan was already planning the afterparty. She was in a daze awhile walking up to the stage, trying her best not to trip on her way given how much her limbs were shaking.
SEVENTEEN members were watching her with the proudest smiles on their faces. She could see BooSeokSoon cheering for her wildly. Woozi was also proudly applauding for their youngest; But when Skye went up to the mic for the speech, he could see her eyes searching for someone in the crowd. Her face slightly fell when she didn’t seem to find them. Woozi realized she was looking for their leader. He raised his hands to attract her attention despite the distance…as if to say that it was alright; there are still 12 individuals here for her.
Skye's speech ended with her tearing up as she thanked everyone, especially the leaders. “Hello everyone. I am Skye...a member of SEVENTEEN. This award has reached my hands today, all thanks to my members and the fans. Thank you…Pledis staff members. Thank you, CARATs for letting me pursuit my dream alongside my favourite people…and leaders, thank you for believing in me. I couldn’t have succeeded without you.”
SEVENTEEN: HIT THE ROAD
Woozi knew how much the leader's presence meant for the girl despite the fact she was still scared of him. How she wanted him to be there when her efforts were recognised. Although they were just 8 years apart, Seungcheol had almost become a father figure for her over the last 2 years. But sadly, he couldn’t be here with them today to witness this moment. Woozi knew how proud the oldest would be for the girl and how excited his reaction could be. So, despite his well-known aversion to physical affection, Woozi pulled the girl into a hug when she came down from the stage, surprising everyone around him.
“And the award for ‘Album of the Year’ goes to… SEVENTEEN for ‘An Ode’! Congratulations...!!!!!!”, the announcement came after Seventeen's FEAR M/V showed up on the screens. Skye had been zoning in and out when she felt Woozi’s hand creep into hers, pulling her back to reality. As the members hugged each other, they made their way to the stage, this time, altogether.
When they reached the stage, Seungkwan picked up the award and naturally handed it to Woozi, urging him towards the mic to say the thank you speech.
“Hello…we are SEVENTEEN.", Woozi's voice crackled into the microphone. "We are singers who produce our own albums and we have been awarded with this amazing title tonight. Right now, the biggest thing I feel is joy. And now that we were awarded ‘Album of the Year’, it feels like we got rewarded for all the efforts we put into this album. Our leader couldn’t be here today, but I assure you, all 14 of us will keep on working hard so that CARATs continue loving us with pride. Thank you.”
The tear stains were still prominent on Skye’s cheeks. After the group received their award and went backstage, the girl had found herself choking on her words again. The only thing she remembers doing on stage was bowing down when the members were done with the thank you speech. This time Woozi didn't waste a second to pull her back into his arms, mumbling assurances since he wasn’t sure what else to say.
“I wish Cheol was here too.”, she had croaked out.
The members had decided to leave them alone for a bit instead of crowding her.
“I know. I wish he was here too, Angel.”
The nickname startled Skye and Woozi felt her freeze up in his hold.
“Is that okay…if I call you that?”
Skye nodded after a bit.
(Post-performance, backstage)
Woozi who had finished changing back to his comfy black t-shirt was sitting before the camera for a short interview.
Question: “How does it feel to have won the Grand Prize at the award show tonight?”
“I mean… we already got our reward from our CARATs, but…with this award they have made yet another memorable moment for us.”, he said, softly smiling at the camera.
ODE TO YOU _ OSAKA
08.10.2019
The members were seen spread around the dining space, some grabbing food, some already eating, some chatting with others or busy on their phone.
“I think I eat a lot. Although I can’t eat right before the performance but I think I eat a good amount when the members start to get their makeup done one by one, which gives us about 2 hours before the show”, Woozi was piling up his favourites onto a tray.
“Ah… I got too much food... there's no room left. I'll have to take it like this”. As he tried to precariously balance the tray to a nearest table, Jun got up from his seat and let Woozi settle down in it.
“Whoa…I wish I could eat that much… I feel like my stomach is getting smaller every passing day…”, Skye sighed across the table.
“Maybe it is…You can barely eat a big bowl of bowl of rice”, Woozi said as he poured some hot water into his ramen and set it aside. “You definitely need to eat more to prevent burn out in the middle of the tour…”
The camera zoomed in on his face that was contorted with concentration as he tried to mix the side-dish with the rice. "What did you check-up on during the pre-concert rehearsals today?", the director asked.
Woozi laughed. “I actually tried to check everything from start to finish. There is always so much to take care of on the stage...The size of the stage is different from Korea, so are the stage formations and there are slight adjustments to the cue sheet too.”
"Woozi-ssi, would you call yourself a perfectionist?", the director pressed.
“I wouldn’t really call myself a perfectionist…maybe just a bit particular about important things?”
INTERVIEW
UNIVERSE FACTORY
Question: You seem to spend a lot of time in your studio?
Woozi took a moment to look around his studio that he had decorated over time. “For me, the studio is literally the most comfortable space. I don't think of it as jst as my workplace. I often came here to relax even when I don’t have anything to do, just to zone out…sometimes I'll just listen to music... It is like, my second home? The members also drop by every now and then to record or just to talk and I think they also find this space comforting…”, Woozi says with a smile.
“Which member come by the most?”
“All the members usually record their parts in this studio…But I think Hoshi and Haneul…those two pop up frequently…Hoshi comes by mostly for impromptu karaoke sessions or just to brainstorm and write new songs…". The director nodded motioning him to continue. "But Haneul comes here with a book and stays on the couch reading it while I work by myself. Sometimes I make her listen to the tracks I am working on…ask her if she feels something is missing…other times, we just co-exist in this studio, busy in our own works. She also brings me meals in here because she believes I forget to eat when I am working…”
“Does that happen frequently?”
“No…probably once…or twice…”, he answers sheepishly. “But that’s only when its comeback season and I have no time to spare…”
Question: Woozi, Do you have any memorable instances in this studio? But the interview got interrupted before he could answer.
"Jiji, you asked me to come by...", Skye was seen peeking in. "Oh you are having an interview....I'll drop by later, then..."
Woozi shook his head and beckoned the girl in.
"I just got this question by the Director and I think we can answer it better together..."
"What question?", the girl enquired.
"He asked me if I have any memorable incidents in this studio..."
Skye looked back at him.
"You definitely have some...won't you?", she said. "After all, most of SEVENTEEN's albums were made in here..."
"I also met you here for the first time...remember? Even before you were introduced to the group....do you remember your first recording session, Haneul-ah?",Woozi curiously eyed the younger girl.
"For sure...I was too scared to even sing anything...and since Mingyu had recorded before me, the height of the mic was sky high!!", she scoffed out, as the memory came back.
"And apparently you were too scared of me to ask me to lower it...", Woozi deadpanned. "So you recorded on your tippy-toes until Bumzu hyung went inside and adjusted it for you..."
”Well you were scary...what did you expect me to do?"
"Yet the first thing you had to say after you got comfortable around me was that I should change my studio name..."
"Well, you told me to make myself comfortable and who on earth names their studio Universe Factory but has nothing related to space? You know that should be a crime...!!", she said in one breathe.
"And I listened to you...", the older male replied with a fond express making its way onto his face. "You are one hell of a space fan..."
"That's why my name makes sense", Skye winked at him. "And look how pretty this studio looks right now...aren't you glad you followed my advice?", she said, her eyes sweeping around the studio, gaze full of satisfaction. " You should show the camera how it looks with the mood lights..!!!"
"I never said I wasn't...", Woozi whispered.
"Huh?!", Skye turned back at him, confused as she couldn't catch what Woozi had just said.
Woozi cleared his throat.
"Nothing. Well, why don't you show them around ...you seem to know your way around the lights in here better than me..."
Skye noded happily as she guided the director around the room and Woozi looked on with the same fond expression.
Question: How do you approach the role of the main producer of the 13-member group?
“Some people do tell me that what I do looks so hard. But for me, this is just, literally my daily life. I think each member has something different that they do best…I think this is the thing I can do best. So naturally, that drives me to work hard. And I really love it, I really do…”
Question: What does SEVENTEEN mean to you?
“I'm so thankful to my members. Because they’re the ones who love my music the most, I can work with confidence on SEVENTEEN’s album… the members always tell me how proud they are that we are making our own albums. “
“Do you ever feel pressured?”, the Director asked from behind the camera.
Woozi took a moment to think.
“When I first debuted, I did feel pressured. When Skye was introduced, I again felt pressured because I had to include female vocals in male chords now…So I was hard on her too. But now, I'm receiving so much energy from the members...and Skye's voice seemms like iit belonged with us...we just had to find her…So, I'm always thankful to each of them.”
“Lastly, any message for the CARATs?”
“Everyone must have different backgrounds and different lives that they carry out, and they must've taken different paths on the way there. So, as long as the emotions are positive for the individuals who are listening to our music, I think that's good enough. Let’s keep supporting each other…”
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