🌕 pairing: husband!dad!seungcheol x fem!reader
🌕 genre/content: parent au, idol au
🌕 warnings: suggestive babymaking at the end LOL
🌕 summary: Seungcheol thinks about the best gift he's ever received
🌕 a/n: you ask for more dad seungcheol, i deliver!
🌕 dad!seungcheol series: a chance encounter | mess | snow
You smile at your husband as he walks around to your side of the bed and places a glass of water on your nightstand. He then immediately proceeds to climb on top of you to get to his side of the bed instead of going around again.
You laugh while shoving Seungcheol off of you.
“Babe, you’re heavy,” you groan when he stops moving and lies his whole body on you.
“Funny, you weren’t saying that the other night,” he teases with a cheeky wink.
“Ugh, you’re nasty!” you laugh, successfully pushing him off of you.
He rolls next to you and gets under the covers so he can pull you into his chest. Not before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
This is his favorite part of your nighttime routine. Just a quiet moment before bedtime before…
“Daddy!”
He spoke too soon.
You and Seungcheol watch as your six year old son comes running into the room holding a book and his big black bear plushie.
Seungcheol reluctantly lets go of you so he can pull his son into his lap.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“Daddy, what is the best gift you’ve ever gotten?”
Seungcheol pauses for a moment to deeply think about life’s greatest gifts, even though he already has an answer.
Getting approached in the street by Pledis for an opportunity that would blossom into something bigger than he could’ve ever imagined when he was in middle school.
Building an incredibly strong relationship with the twelve other members of his group over twenty years. They’ve taught so much about what it means to work hard, have fun, and be kind.
Having a flourishing career that has allowed him to make his own music with his friends, travel to many parts of the world with unique cultures, meet people who love and support him beyond words, and pursue opportunities that take him outside of his comfort zone.
The day in September when he went to the animal shelter and saw a small white dog, whom he ended up adopting. Kkuma taught him responsibility and gave him a reason to go home every night. And it was Kkuma who led him to … you.
You. You are the love of Seungcheol’s life. While he loved his career, it was incredibly difficult to maintain romantic relationships. He was always away, always trying to be better, always careful with his every move, and after a few failed relationships, he stopped trying. But then he met you and knew he had to give love another chance.
And here you are years later, married with two children.
With a quick, dimpled smile at you, Seungcheol adjusts his son in his lap and pretends to think out loud.
“Hmmmmm,” he ponders with a finger to his chin and his eyes to the ceiling.
“My favorite gift?”
Your son giggles, holding his bear close while he waits for his dad to answer.
“The best gifts I’ve ever received are you and your sister!” Seungcheol exclaims with a poke to his son’s tummy.
While your son tells his dad how pleased he is with this answer, you take a long look at your husband.
Yes, he’s handsome and has a nice body and nice arms, but this is who you fell in love with. Seungcheol, who would insist you go back to sleep when your son was a newborn and crying at 2 in the morning. Seungcheol, who changed diapers and read bedtime stories and bought mountains of toys. Seungcheol, who did it all over again when you had a daughter a few years later. Yes, you loved Seungcheol as a husband, but you have loved him even more as a father.
He wears his heart on his sleeve, out in the open. He teaches your children to be kind and grateful. He reminds them how much he loves them.
You don’t think you could’ve picked a better man to be the father of your children.
Your son leans over to give you a hug good night and you watch Seungcheol carry him to bed.
Fatherhood looks good on your husband. But you always knew that.
When he comes back a few minutes later and gets into bed, you get closer and grasp his face in your hands and kiss him. He’s surprised at first, but he instantly takes over and lays you down on your back so he can kiss you harder. When you pull apart, you’re both breathing heavily. His eyes have gone a shade darker. He licks his lips as he looks down at you, thinking about where he wants this night to go. You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper how much you love him.
Mingyu becomes your boyfriend and quickly realizes 3 things about himself:
1. He’s clingy.
2. Patience brings him nowhere.
3. He is not built for a long distance relationship.
wc: 2.2k
genre: fluff, suggestive, non-idol au, friends to lovers
content: mingyu x f!reader, (newly) established relationship, lots of kissing, making out, biting/hickeys, mentions of alcohol and food, terms of endearment (baby, babe, pretty girl, loverboy), some teasing/banter, they're kinda obsessed w each other, honeymoon phase but for ppl who aren't married yet, their friends are dramatic(?)
Patience has always been one of Mingyu’s best qualities.
It shows when his friends tease him endlessly about his habit of stumbling over his words, and his only reaction is to roll his eyes at them. It shows when his sister makes him get up at 5AM to queue for a special edition bag, and he only grumbles out a total of three complaints. It shows when his boss gives him a too short of a notice about a weeklong business trip, and all he can do is pack his luggage like it’s a race.
That’s why he desperately wishes it would show now, as he sneaks a glance at you from across the dinner table while Seungcheol holds him by the shoulder—barraging him with things he missed due to said business trip.
Mingyu clinks his glass of soju against Seungcheol’s and downs it before his eyes finds you again.
You, dressed in a top with delicate straps tied into even more delicate bows. You, with your hair in that effortless updo that he always liked. You, sipping your drink with your glossy lips in a soft rosy shade that drives him crazy.
Contrary to Seungcheol’s eager ramblings, the only thing Mingyu missed during his trip was you.
You and Mingyu—along with your other friends Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Jihyo—have known each other since your college days. However, things began to change a few months ago when you developed an interest in running—suddenly influenced by numerous tiktok videos. Mingyu had been excited when you first mentioned it in the group chat and deemed himself your new “running partner” since the two of you lived closest to each other.
Since then, your time together slowly extended into the day—turning from a simple morning exercise to getting brunch together afterwards to spending the night at each other’s apartment because “We’re gonna go on a run tomorrow morning anyways. Might as well sleep over to save time.”
On one of those sleepover nights, Mingyu decided he's had enough. Something had shifted since you started spending more time together—charged moments where gazes lingered longer than necessary and quiet nights that encouraged you to share a bigger piece of yourselves with each other.
Although you've been part of the same friend group for years, it was still uncommon for just the two of you to meet frequently like this. Despite everyone’s busy schedules, the group chat managed to stay active and always made time to meet up.
It was normal for Mingyu to see you once a week or so—sometimes in a dirty T-shirt and mismatched socks for movie night at Wonwoo's, sometimes in coordinating outfits with Jihyo for dinner. And sometimes, he’d even play wingman to help you get a cute bartender’s number.
It was, however, not normal to squeeze onto your small couch just so he could wake up to you in the mornings. It wasn’t normal for him to run backwards so he could see the glow in your smile as the early sunlight shined on you. And it definitely wasn’t normal for Mingyu’s heart to race whenever he caught his mind drifting to you at random times in the day.
So when he shows up to your place without his usual bag of running gear and dressed in loose sweats, you give him a questioning look. “Running in sweatpants is definitely new for you.”
“No, it's not that,” he inhales deeply, lingering by the door, “I wanted to tell you something.”
You freeze in your spot, nodding at him to continue.
"I really like you. I want to be more than a friend. I know this will change a lot of things for us but it was driving me crazy not being able to tell you how I feel," he says softly, inching closer to you. His eyes are rounded and full of affection as he takes your hands in his, "I love being with you and spending time with you. You feel it too, right?"
Your eyes well up with tears as your brain catches up with everything you just heard. If you were being honest, your newfound crush on Mingyu had been your biggest worry recently. Mingyu has always been a good friend, but being in close proximity to him and taken care of by him did stir all the butterflies in your stomach. You had spent countless nights staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, and gathering the courage to tell him.
You roll your lips between your teeth, attempting to hide your smile, "Was it because I kept staring at your chest and ass when we run?"
He throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, "Well, I can't lie and say I wasn't doing the same thing."
Your smile spreads wider across your face, "Okay, let's call it even then."
Mingyu tugs your body towards his and wraps you in a firm hug. You lean into him, taking the warmth of his body in as he pats your hair tenderly.
"So are we still going on our run tomorrow or what?," you mumble against his chest.
“You wouldn’t happen to have some of my running clothes lying around, would ya?”
As it turns out, you did have an extra set of his clothes by your dresser. He did spend the night. You did go on that run together. And like always, Mingyu did buy you brunch afterwards.
But before he could even celebrate his first 24 hours as your boyfriend, an email from his boss showed up—an emergency request for his presence at a conference being held across the country. He had left your apartment begrudgingly as you kissed him goodbye and promised to wait for his call when he landed.
It has been exactly one week since then.
As soon as he landed back home, he had rushed to the restaurant where you were currently having dinner with the rest of your friends. Much to his disappointment, you had been caught in conversation with Seungkwan and Jihyo when he arrived, allowing Seungcheol to drag Mingyu into the seat between him and Wonwoo.
And that was an hour ago.
So if you ask Mingyu, he’d like to think he’s been patient enough. Patiently waiting to see you again, to have a moment with you, to make up the long seven days without you.
The sudden surge of emotions makes him restless. He slumps lower into his chair and shakes his legs, feeling miffed at the entire situation. There's no way Seungcheol has that much to update him on, right? And why have Seungkwan and Jihyo been hogging your attention all night? The last time he checked, you're his girlfriend, not theirs.
“Kim Mingyu. Lighten up a little," Seungkwan chides, yanking him from his cloud of thoughts.
He scowls at Seungkwan then sighs, “I’m going to the restroom.”
Mingyu sends you a weak smile and mouths a discreet “meet me there” before he pulls away from Seungcheol and heads to the restroom, patting cold water onto his face and neck.
When he steps out, he sees you waiting for him in the corner of the small corridor that leads back out to the dining area, tucking your lip gloss and compact mirror back into your bag.
A smile blooms on your face when you notice him.
“Hi.”
Mingyu manages to rasp out a soft hey back before he presses his full weight into you, face buried in your hair and hands snaked around your waist.
You're surrounded by his body heat and the faint woody notes of cologne. You’ve been giddy all day thinking about seeing him again and the feeling of being in his hold after so long makes your stomach flip.
Mingyu finally pulls away to look at you. “Missed me?”
Your stomach does a second flip. He looks devastating. His hair is tousled against his forehead, eyes bright and glassy, small mole dotting his nose perfectly, and lips pulled into a slight pout.
Your hands tighten against his lower back as you interlock your fingers together and whisper against his lips, “So much.”
Mingyu instantly leans forward to close the distance, slotting his lips against yours. His kiss is filled with so much fervor, as if he couldn’t waste any more time not kissing you.
It takes you a second to react; you’ve only kissed Mingyu a handful of times between the night you confessed to each other and him leaving for his work trip—all of which have been short and sweet.
But this kiss is heavy and passionate, his lips moving over yours with intense focus. You’ve never seen him this worked up before but it’s a new side of him that makes your skin tingle with anticipation.
Once you get out of your initial shock, you kiss him back with equal force, hands moving to roam across the broad stretch of his back muscles. You nibble playfully at his bottom lip before giving it a particular harsh suck. He sighs into your mouth as you soothe your tongue over the seam of his lips.
Mingyu reluctantly pulls away first, “I missed you so bad. So so bad.”
You can feel his rough hands absentmindedly toy with the hem of your top, fingertips pressing into your skin.
Your chest heaves against his as you beam up at him, “I can tell.”
Mingyu swears your eyes twinkled when you smiled at him and he has to take a few deep breaths to steady himself. His eyes lazily trace the shape of your lips before coming back to hold your gaze.
“This lip gloss shade is killing me,” he says, tongue darting out to lightly lick at your lips.
Mingyu can only stare as you reach up to thumb away your smudged lipgloss by the corner of his lips and chin. His vision is a little hazy but he manages to focus on your lips. The rosy tint has lost most of its shine and color by now, replaced by a soft kiss-swollen hue (Mingyu has half a mind to boast about him being the cause of it) but it’s still pulling him in with the exact same force it did when he first arrived.
“Baby, please,” he swallows hard, but his voice comes out in a dry whisper, “Last one, I promise.”
He ducks his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss. His hands alternate between your waist and ass, only pausing to knead the plump flesh of your hips once in a while.
You pull away from him, trying to catch your breath. “How was your flight back?”
“You’re asking all the wrong questions.”
He leans in, attempting another kiss but you dodge his lips as your hand comes up to cover them.
Your smirk is playful as you say, “I thought you said that was the last one.”
"I take it back," he muffles into your hand before licking it, causing you to yelp and clutch his shirt.
He cups your face firmly and tilts your head towards him, “You’re so beautiful.” Then a wet kiss on your jaw.
"My pretty girl.” A gentle bite onto the side of your neck.
He trails light kisses down your throat and makes his way to the dip by your collarbone. You can’t help but let out soft moans at the sensation as Mingyu continues to suck slowly at the spot.
His lips travel to the curve of your shoulder, where his fingers start to fiddle with the thin ends of your tie straps.
He pulls at it teasingly before letting out a choked laugh, “How functional is this?”
“It’s cute,” you whine in defense.
You lightly pinch his sides to get his attention before you pull him into a kiss of your own, swiping your tongue against his. Your hands move in between your bodies, one pressed against his chest while the other cups his neck. This time, it’s your turn to suck and lick at it as he groans. You pick a spot right in the middle, just below his adam’s apple and continue to nip lightly.
“Baby,” he warns with low moan.
You hum a distracted response, pressing quick pecks all over his cheeks with a final kiss placed on top of his heart through his shirt.
He slumps against you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. You can hear his breathing slowly move from a pant to a steady rhythm.
You gently card your fingers through his hair and press your nose into his temple. “You okay?”
His sigh turns into a dry laugh, “Babe. Whatever happens, let’s never do long distance. Look at what one week apart does to us.”
“That’s just because you’re clingy. I was fine.”
He shifts to narrow his eyes up at you, “I must've kissed you so good, your memories ended up getting jumbled.”
Your cheeks redden, as you giggle and lightly shove him away. “Whatever you say, loverboy. We should head back now.”
He grins as he follows you back to your table, in a much lighter mood than before. Wonwoo eyes him carefully as he settles back into his seat and nods at Seungcheol to take a look. Mingyu manages to stuff a piece of pork belly into his mouth before Seungcheol knocks his chopsticks out of his hands and grabs his collar to inspect his neck.
“Bro.”
Before Mingyu can even respond, the entire table's attention is drawn by Seungkwan who has his hands around your neck, as he shrieks, "What is that?!"
a/n: happy mingyu day week! :) let's pretend this was posted on time...
would LOVE to see Mingyu x reader who’s the sister of like one of the members!!! do whatever you want wit it :)
Warmed up || Kim Mingyu x Hong!reader
A/n: ahhhh love the request I hope u enjoy :)
Wc: 1,419
Warnings: Mingyu smoking, slightly suggestive
MASTERLIST
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The bass was so loud it felt like it was vibrating through the floorboards.
Someone had connected to the speaker and was blasting Super for the third time that night, and the irony of it wasn’t lost on anyone.
Vernon glanced around the crowded room, his brows furrowed. He leaned closer to Joshua, who was lounging on the couch with a half empty beer in hand.
“Where’s Mingyu? Haven’t seen him all night,” Vernon shouted over the noise.
Minghao barely looked up from where he was scrolling on his phone. “If he’s not in the kitchen, he’s with her.”
“Her” didn’t need clarification.
Because everyone knew.
Joshua leaned back on the sofa, arms folded, expression suspiciously calm. “If he’s upstairs,” he said coolly, “I’m going to have a conversation with him.”
“Relax,” Minghao muttered with a smirk. “They’re grown.”
Joshua shot him a look. “That’s my sister we’re talking about here.”
Just as he said it, the sight of you and Mingyu caught Vernon’s attention, and Joshua turned his head.
Mingyu appeared first, one hand laced firmly with yours as he guided you down the stairs like you might float away without him.
His hair was slightly messy, lips pink, expression smug in the most Kim Mingyu way possible.
You followed half a step behind, cheeks warm, fingers intertwined with his.
Your lipstick was slightly faded. Your legs looked a little unsteady.
The subtle tension between you didn't go unnoticed.
"Where were you guys?" he started, though a moment later he held up a hand.
"Actually, don't answer that. I value my peace.”
Joshua groaned, his eyes narrowing as he sank deeper into the couch, clearly regretting the question.
Mingyu only grinned wider as he slid his free hand to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.
“What?” he said innocently. “We were talking.”
“Upstairs?” Dino called out.
“Yes,” Mingyu replied without shame.
Joshua scoffed, bringing the beer up to his lips before speaking again. “Talking.”
You cleared your throat, trying not to laugh. “Don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” Joshua repeated, glancing at you before staring at Mingyu. “You disappear with my sister for forty-five minutes and you want me not to start?”
Mingyu pulled you gently into his lap once he sat on the couch.
You settled against him, your body fitting into his like second nature, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the alcohol in the air.
“Hyung,” he said calmly, “I respect you.”
Joshua scoffed. “You don’t respect me.”
“I do,” Mingyu insisted, tightening his hold on you. “I respect you a lot.”
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He took another sip of his drink, clearly unimpressed with the scene unfolding in front of him.
You glanced at your brother, trying to lighten the tension.
You tried to redirect. “Where’s that girl you were seeing? The one from the gallery opening?”
Joshua’s expression flattened. “We’re not talking about me.”
There was a chill to his words that left an awkward silence between you, broken only by the sound of the party continuing in the background.
You exchanged a quick glance with Mingyu, who simply shrugged, his expression unbothered, like the drama swirling around him barely registered.
Mingyu’s fingers, however, were far more interested in the hem of your dress, teasing the fabric between his fingers as he leaned in closer.
“I'm having a smoke. You coming?” His voice dropped lower, intimate, a subtle invitation.
You glanced towards the patio door, the thought of stepping into the cold night air making you hesitate.
"But it's so cold out there," you pouted, your lips curving into a playful smile.
Mingyu chuckled, his eyes dropping to your legs as he gave your thigh a teasing pat.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea wearing this dress," he murmured, his voice filled with amusement as he traced lazy circles on your skin with his thumb.
“Oh, so it was a bad idea?” you shot back, tilting your head slightly, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you met Mingyu’s gaze.
Before Mingyu could even open his mouth, Joshua let out another loud groan from across the couch, dragging a hand down his face like he physically couldn’t deal with the sight anymore.
“Oh my god, get out of here,” he complained, waving a hand at the two of you.
“Seriously. I do not need to sit here and watch my best friend and my little sister acting all lovey-dovey.”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically it looked like he might actually leave the room just to preserve his sanity.
Vernon leaned forward slightly from where he was sitting, lowering his voice toward the two of you with a lazy shrug.
“He’s way too sober for this right now,” he said flatly.
You couldn’t help it, a giggle slipped out.
“Alright, alright,” you laughed, holding your hands up in surrender as you slid off Mingyu’s lap. “We’re going.”
Mingyu stood, wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you closer as the two of you made your way outside.
The night air hit you immediately, crisp and cold, but Mingyu didn't seem to mind, pulling you against him as if he could keep you warm just by being close.
Mingyu leaned back against the side of the house, the dim glow of the porch light casting shadows across his features.
A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the faint trail of smoke curling lazily into the cool night air as he gazed down at you.
He wasn't really paying attention to the words spilling from your mouth, your voice a pleasant hum in the background, but his eyes were locked on you specifically, the way your glossy lips moved as you talked.
You leaned casually against the wall, your phone in hand, gesturing lightly as you rambled on about the latest gossip.
Your voice was animated, each detail about who hooked up with who and which petty argument had exploded at the last party spilling out with dramatic enthusiasm.
Mingyu, however, was only half listening.
His attention kept drifting back to you, more specifically, to the soft curve of your lips as you talked.
Under the dim porch light they caught a faint shine from your gloss, moving with every word, every little expression you made.
He took a slow drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly in the dark as his gaze lingered there a moment longer before slowly drifting downward.
From your lips to the delicate line of your collarbone, to the neckline of your dress.
Whatever story you were telling had clearly taken over your full attention, your voice rising and falling with excitement as you scrolled through your phone for proof of the latest drama.
But Mingyu wasn’t really following any of it anymore.
To him, the words were just background noise while he watched you, quietly amused, like your presence alone was more interesting than any gossip you could possibly share.
Mingyu took another drag, tapping the ash lazily off the edge before replying, his tone casual and distracted.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “She’s an idiot.”
His gaze never really left your face.
You sighed, finally noticing the lack of enthusiasm in his responses, lowering your phone slightly as you shot him a playful glare.
“Are you even listening to me?” you asked.
He smirked, letting the cigarette hang loosely from his lips before finally lifting his gaze to meet yours.
“I’m listening,” Mingyu drawled, his voice low with amusement. “I just don’t care about half the people you’re talking about.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning a little closer to him. “I just like watching you get all worked up about it.”
He flicked the cigarette away, letting it fall to the ground as his attention shifted fully to you.
You sighed, tucking your phone in his back pocked before crossing your arms over your chest.
A shiver ran through you as the cold night air settled in.
“Can you hurry up?” you complained, stepping closer and pressing into his side. “I’m freezing my tits off out here.”
The night air was biting, and the flimsy dress you'd chosen was doing nothing to help.
Mingyu smirked, wrapping an arm casually around your shoulders and pulling you against him.
“Quit whining,” he teased, glancing down at you with that familiar playful look. “I already warmed you up earlier.”
His hand rested comfortably on your hip, the cocky tone in his voice making you roll your eyes.
just when you think your walk of shame couldn’t get any more shameful…
★ word count: 1.1k
★ genre/warnings: 18+ content. no explicit smut, but implied sexual content told through flashbacks so! mdni! + romance, humor, fluff -ish. alternate universe: non-idol, mentions of alcohol.
★ footnotes: this is for the loml, @heartepub! (prompt was also from her) nooo viv don't die from thesis you're so sexy aha... 💙
There are three things you register when you wake up.
First: It’s cold. There’s sunlight streaking through the windows and you’re under a blanket— which is decisively not yours, by the way— yet you’re freezing, chilled to the bone. The answer to that question brings you to realization number two.
You’re stripped down to your underclothes. Every inch of your body is rebelling at you for your mistreatment. The copious amount of alcohol you’d consumed the night before, the consequences of that raging bender. All of which leads to the last but not the least of the facts—
There’s an arm around your waist, a solid weight pressed against your back. It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to put a name to the body curved around you like a parentheses.
Cheol, he had told you on the dance floor, his eyes glinting under the low lights. Seungcheol, if you want this to be more than a one-time thing.
It’s ridiculous, how that sad excuse for a pick-up line had drawn you in. Your memories of last night are a blur. Flashes of hands, of lips, of Seungcheol’s low voice coaxing you apart like a prayer.
Carefully, you peel yourself from the bed. Your body aches in seven different places. Inasmuch as you want to blame all the Long Island iced teas and Cuba libres you’d downed, you know it has less to do with that and everything to do with the man you’re about to walk away from.
Seungcheol is still asleep, his face buried into his pillow. His chest rises and falls with a kind of steadiness that makes it hard to believe how utterly reckless he’d been with you just hours ago.
All of that blurs together, too. There’s bits and bobs of it in your mind’s eye: His hand in your hair, your knees on the carpet. You wince.
You try to not make any noise as you clean up. This was the name of the game, after all. This was going to be a story you tell your friends on your way home, a tale regaled via a long-winded voice note. An uptick in your body count. Another reason why you should never drink beer before liquor.
Your dress is crumpled on the floor. You go to pick it up—
The zipper is shredded.
The seam, split clean down the back.
What the fuck.
Your pulse hammers as you hold up the ruined garment, blinking like that’ll somehow fix it. It’s not like the dress holds any sentimental value. You’d bought it online specifically for your night out, had prepared to outgrow it in a year or two. You didn’t think you’d only get one wear out of it.
The dress’ demise comes back to you slowly. Seungcheol’s impatient hands, the desperate way he had tugged the fabric when it wouldn’t come off fast enough.
You remember the way his muscles had rippled underneath the low light. The faint sound of tearing. His muttered curse, his half-hearted apology said right before he dove in to relish in the newly-revealed skin. You’d been too far gone to care, then.
Now, though? Oh, you care.
You’re still gaping at the dress when you hear the bed creak. “Good morning, beautiful,” the culprit grouses.
You can tell that it’s his usual pleasantry, his typical cheeky greeting to all of his conquests. All that bravado fades, though, when you face him with the tatters of your dress still in your hand.
“Ah, shit.” Seungcheol’s voice is raspy from alcohol and sleep. He props himself up on his elbows, and— to give him some credit— he looks genuinely repentant.
His hair is a mess; his face, already a deep red as he registers what you’re holding.
“I— I can pay for that,” he stutters.
It’s almost comical, really. This is the same man who had you writhing underneath him, who had whispered pure filth into the crook of your neck. Now, he was blushing like a kid caught stealing from a cookie jar.
Your teeth sink into your lower lip, like you haven’t quite decided if you’re going to be angry or laugh. “I don’t even think a tailor could save this.”
Seungcheol rubs his face with both hands. “I don’t know what came over me,” he groans.
One of your eyebrows cock upwards. “I think you do.”
He peeks at you between his fingers. You watch the way his throat bobs as his gaze flickers over your bare legs, the marks he left blooming across your skin. Claims he shouldn’t be able to make, and yet he’d gone and taken all the same.
“It’s not funny,” he says into the heel of his palm, but he’s already grinning despite his voice remaining low and rough.
“It’s kind of funny,” you counter.
You let the ruined dress drop to the floor. It looks even more pitiful as it pools around your feet, and Seungcheol’s jaw ticks at the blatancy of his misgivings.
“That’s never happened before,” he notes. Despite the fact he looks worse for wear, you can decipher the sincerity behind his words.
This was not part of the plan, not a plot point in the usual story. Both of you were far more accustomed to clean cuts. One-night stands with no promises; quiet come-and-go’s.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, fingers curling in the sheets. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you just know he’s contemplating his next course of action. Loaning you some of his spare clothes would be the way to go. He could also—
Seungcheol’s voice drops like a weight. “You could… stay a little longer.”
Until what, exactly, you’d love to know. Is he planning a same-day delivery for a replacement dress? Does he intend to hold you hostage until he’s a little more willing to send you off in a shirt he can bear to lose?
You should be pissed. You should scold him, should rummage through his cabinet yourself and be on your merry way. The name of the game.
But the way he’s looking at you— wrecked and wanting, like he might split apart if you walk out his door— makes it impossible to do anything but crawl back into his bed.
He’s still embarrassed. You can tell from the way he tenses when you kiss him, the way his fingers barely ghost over your hip. Seungcheol tastes like cola, like something distinctly him, and like The Biggest Mistake You’re Ever Going To Make.
To hell with it.
“Try not to wreck the only clothes I have left,” you say against his mouth, “Seungcheol.”
You feel his smile instead of seeing it. The way his lips curl around yours, pleased at your choice.
He tugs at the waistband of your underwear, his touch a lot more gentle than last night. As he pulls it off, he mumbles, “No promises.”
synopsis. your boyfriend wants to scream to the world about you but for know he will be satisfied by just his members knowing
paring(s). kwon soonyoung x f!reader
genre(s). romance, slice of life
warning(s). alchohol consumption, curse words
word count. 2.7k
a/n. the reader is a y2k baddie who is independent woman, I used feminine y2k style reader for a baddie but anyone can be a baddie no matter the aesthetics <3 Hoshi loser tendencies are inspired by his lovable charms and that Sana interactions, I am sure he has game...sometimes
The time when seventeen members have off-days are usually spent away from each other, or in much much smaller groups and pairs, resting without the group’s characteristic of loudness and actually taking a moment to enjoy solace and little sense of peace that comes only when you are alone. That usually is the norm, they spread out, some even leaving the county, visiting families and some even simply disappear to who knows where with a simple message of assuring they will be back.
But when you grow up with twelve other people and share almost anything it comes to a weird sense of dependence on one another, an itch that even the quietest members have after a while, to come and be assured that everyone is fine, everyone is still the same and that connection is still thriving. And Hoshi was one of the not so quiet ones, despite keeping bits and pieces of himself tucked away for a sense of privacy and some kind of childish giggle when he gets off keeping things only for himself, he knew that it was only a matter of time where the secret would naturally come out, he in a way wanted to share the said secret the moment it opportunity arises.
It’s too stuffy to call it a secret, you weren’t a secret to be hidden, hell if the idol environment wasn’t so strict and bashing about dating he would’ve already screamed to the whole world that you were his and his only. It was a shame, at least to him, that you were a private only love, but, but he once again was fine with it in some twisted way, he could keep you tucked in like the precious gem you were.
A gem that even his members didn’t see yet, maybe he should have been more careful, or maybe he was careless on purpose, you weren’t sure of that fact but you also didn’t care for it, he too you wasn’t shameful relationship to be hidden rather the opposite, unlike your usual situation that got too boring or too energy draining, Soonyoung to you was a breath of fresh air, that kept things interesting enough yet offered some sense of comfort you usually don’t get in your life.
It was a video call at first, with the youngest no less, Dino was talking about some concert he attended the day before while on their vacation, Hoshi was nodding along and somewhere where they were making plans the bundle on his bed moved. Dino didn't think much of it, maybe it was his dog, Latte, but once it started shifting he started paying attention. He was glad he did because not even a minute later there was a peak of someone’s hair, that he for sure knew it wasn’t Latte’s fur.
Before he could inquire about what that was, Hoshi was saying quick goodbye and promised for a group hang-out.‘ Bye bye Dino-ya! Let’s grab drinks later.” The screen went back and yet all Dino can think of is the bundle of sheets that looked too human-like and a head that didn’t match anyone in Hoshi’s family. His older sister would rather eat rocks then allow the loudness of her brother to interrupt her precious sleep, he knows that much.
So he came to the most plausible conclusion ever. Hoshi definitely had a girl over! Not just any girl, a girl that obviously tolerated his loudness and didn’t mind his obnoxious laugh when they talked for longer than just a quick call to check in, Hoshi even called Dino for some kind of better clearness, that girl wasn’t a one-night stand and it definitely wasn’t his ex, she wouldn’t be so chill with him calling someone while she was there..
So with that ‘genius’ conclusion he texted around, the first who answered was Mingyu, who mentioned that Hoshi was indeed avoiding his invites for drinks more of lately, he thought it was because he wanted to stop embarrassing himself around their industry friends because of his drinking habits but now with what Dino said that it made sense he wouldn’t want to go home drunk if there was a girl waiting for him. Strike two.
Dino then ran to Jeonghan who told him that yeah Hoshi is definitely seeing someone, I mean have you seen the sparkle in his eyes and the sudden number of hair ties on his wrist? He was half-sure the older one was teasing him but the hair thing stuck with him. None of them had longer hair anymore, Jeonghan’s was short again and it was always Seungcheol’s job to carry them for him, hell even he had somewhat longer-ish hair and Hoshi never offered it to him. Strike three.
The longer he went around he came to realization he wasn’t the only one who thought so, Seungkwan was talking how Hoshi was suddenly on his best behavior and Minghao said he asked for nail places recommendation, hell even Woozi albeit reluctantly said that Hoshi was of great help lately with some lyrics, that for once weren’t some hype and break-up lyrics. Jun found a tube of glitter lipgloss spilling out of Hoshi’s bag, the label read ‘Frosted flirt’, he didn’t question it further, they wore make up occasionally, but it did get stuck in his memory.
Like puzzles coming into their rightful place and the information being shared among members it was announced that, without the guy in question’s knowledge, Hoshi was dating someone, and he is hiding it. They didn’t want to be a noisy bunch but they too were itching to know why, after all Hoshi never hesitated to be loud about his love life or even lack of it thereof.
So as any good and worried, read as noisy, friends they cornered him on random Saturday, soju and beers being passed around as the noise of regulars and some nostalgically old pub playlist that played in the background was overwhelmed by the chatter of the thirteen men. It wasn’t hard to get Hoshi tipsy but they strategically avoided him actually getting drunk by putting him besides Mingyu who drowned both his and Hoshi’s drinks.
It didn’t take him long enough to break, honestly they barely started the romance talk, mostly between the new tensions and embarrassing stories, the only thing that was needed was a comment from Seungkwan, smoothly put together and presented with a teasing pull, a provocation.
‘Guys slow down with your love stories, our sweet Soonyoung is yet to be over his ex…’ Seungkwan said that in a mockingly sweet tone, patting Hoshi on his back but while the touch was comforting, the words were meant to tease and make him fess up. ‘Right, Soonyoung? Or perhaps your lack of game is more grave than we thought of it and you seem to not have any prospects...’
‘Yah! What are you saying! I have an amazing game mind you! I am good, my girlfriend is like…like so hot! Like…she is so bad, I swear I see my damn future in her shiny lipgloss and like when she talks it is like the whole world revolves around her, you just gotta hear her out!’ that dramatic admission was followed by actual tear, his cheeks were flushed deep mauve from alcohol? Embarrassment? They weren’t sure but it was for sure comical, listening to him go and go on about his girlfriend.
‘Is that so?’ Like he was egging him on, Jeonghan asked him with a mischievous grin on his face, and Hoshi’s eyes actually lit up, he missed the hit and took it as an invitation to begin his rant.
‘Yeah! She walks with some kind of purpose and I swear everytime her heel hits the floor I feel my heart skip a beat, like everything is in slow motion that it makes you focus on her! And when she calls me an idiot I melt like she said some pet name, sure I once messed up her make up display and broke like half of the things. She just closed her eyes, let out a sigh of annoyance and I was a second away from getting on my knees to beg with the way her raised eyebrow and intense stare was cutting me apart, but guess what she kissed me and called me useless.’ He sighs out like he just told a fairytale worthy story. ‘I have her vogue cover hanging on the opposite side of the bed just so I can see her the first thing in morning, she says it is creepy but I know she digs it, she is like a glammed up final boss, the main character of main characters!’
‘Ha ha ha….right.’ Dino muttered out, eyes widened from the sudden surge of information, it wasn’t surprising that Hoshi would love that kind of woman, one that appears to have a world under the heel of her shoes, but to think someone like that would entertain the idea of his weirdness was unbelievable.
‘Are you sure you aren’t just imagining things Soonyoung?’ Joshua asked, genuinely baffled by what his friend just said.
‘Perhaps he got a head injury while dancing? Jun added in, now wearing a more worried expression than the amusing one. ‘We should get him to hospital or something?’
Woozi had both of his hands under his chin, like he was figuring out what beat was mixing but not he was thinking what part of the brain has Hoshi lost over the vacation. ‘I actually agree, he is speaking nonsense like usual , but this is a new level of delusions.’
‘Ha!? Delusions, it’s true my girlfriend is so…so cute and like super smart!’ Hoshi defended himself, rising from his seat, almost knocking off a glass of beer if it wasn’t for Jun’s quick reflexes to catch it. ‘Let me show you her!’
Hoshi pulled out his phone, unlocking it and immediately going to the gallery, with no hesitation at all he shoved his phone in the closest hand to him, which was Joshua’s, who was sitting in front of him. ‘Go on, there is a whole album with her in it!’
Joshua just let out a sound that was somewhere in between a chuckle and exasperated sigh, he clicked on the album with a pink heart and tiger emoji, assuming that it was the one he was referring to, and once the pictures loaded his eyes widened. There it was, the girl he was describing, a drop-dead gorgeous woman wrapped in rhinestone-studded croptop, low waisted jeans that showed off her belly button piercing, the small gem glittering under what he assumed was a camera flashlight.
To avoid staring at the ‘S’ letter necklace between her breast he forced himself to look at her face, and damn he understood Hoshi’s statement about begging, eyeliner sharp that it could kill made her eyes pop, the gaze that could send shivers down his spine if it was directed at him, lips covered in sheer frosted pink sparkles drawing away from the fact that the smile she had on was one that spells out danger vailed up as a good ride you wouldn’t forget.
‘Yeah no, no way. Where did you get this pic man? This girl might get a bad rep if she got connected to you!’ Seokmin’s voice was loud in Joshua’s ears as he basically screamed out from where his chin was hooked on Joshua’s shoulder.
‘Just scroll, and stare less, she is my girlfriend, remember?’
Joshua’s finger swiped right and right, over and over again, and without doubt it was the same girl, dressed to nines, at clubs, conferences and without makeup on, wrapped up in sheets that looked similar to Hoshi’s, the K.O. move was you in Hoshi’s lap with Latte cuddled up with you, the dog napping peacefully, gasps followed throughout the room as members passed the phone among them.
‘Photoshoot?’ Someone said, ‘Nah, it’s too much for a prank, he doesn’t go that far’.
‘Ha! She is my girlfriend and I am her boyfriend,’ Hoshi exclaimed, beaming from pride. He liked saying that, he wanted everyone to know how lucky he was, drowning another beer, and he mumbled out some more about you. About your work, your bag collection, how you make people question left and right, how mean you can get yet somehow you are always right.
It was like that for the rest of the night, once the shock passed and they returned to the usual conversation topics but it was clear in Hoshi’s dumb smile and that lovestuck expression he was gone from most of the conversation. The members gave him his time, still doubtful but happy for him, they watched over him as he emptied glass after glass, bouncing around them, they laughed with him too, enjoying this new version of him, sliding in a couple of teasing comments and stabs, questions of how did he bag a baddie like you.
And once the time for them to part, Dino sneakily called up Hoshi’s girlfriend as others were taking the last shots and bites of good, it wasn’t hard to find you in his contact info the number of sickeningly sweet emojis next to what he assumed was your name, clicking on it and asking for you to come pick him up because no one could, it was a lie, he was sure some of the sober members would be up for it or even calling a cab was an option, they were enough of comfortable in their careers that the bill wouldn’t matter, but he wanted to make sure, that this night wasn’t alcohol driven hallucination.
It was definitely worthed when you walked in with a bare face and some chunky bedazzled sunglasses on, and Seokmin even fell over when he saw you. Dressed in some leisure wear and hair put up out of your face so the hoop earings got a moment on their own, all while on your hip there was a juicy hot pink bag and a very out of place tiger plushy. The chaos once again ignited, Minghao, bless his manners, welcomed you in with an apologetic smile and led you to drink his Hoshi who was clinging on Mingyu’s biceps.
Your manicured nails took off the glasses as you looked down at Hoshi who was blabbing some nonsense about kimchi and butterfly hairclips. With a face twisted in an expression that could be read as judgemental and flicker or worried furrow in your shaped eyebrows. In less than a second you took out a vanilla body spray and drenched him in it, being careful he doesn’t inhale any of it.
‘You are not entering my room, much less my bed if you stink of alcohol and meat.’
The members weren’t sure if it was your voice or the smell of the bakery fit in a bottle that was what snapped him towards you but to be honest none of them were thinking, too amazed to see a baddie like you entertain an idea of welcoming Hoshi into your home at all. Don’t get them wrong, they acknowledge that he is an amazing person with a lot of things to brag about but he always said the stupidest shit to girls around them. So when you didn’t even blink when he attached to your hip instead of Mingyu, they were more than just surprised.
‘You came for me me, yey. I was just talking about how cool you are and about the project you were doing!’
‘How great but I doubt anyone can understand your slurred words. Let's go before you embarrass yourself more than you should.’ You said and brushed the hair that was sticking to his forehead. He followed you like a puppy and all the members were in honest disbelief, bit envious but most of all filled with some kind of happiness that he got someone that even if out of his league, they knew he would treat you good based on how he sang praises about you for the whole night. They also were looking at the example that you too would treat him well, with the way your hands hold onto his body and the way despite the displeasure of being here you didn’t flinch away from it, accepting it as a part of him, part of him in seventeen, bright, familiar, and somewhat foolish, but yours.
...the one where morning breath can't stop you and hoshi from being in love
❛ content | kwon soonyoung x female reader | domestic fluff, morning breath, established relationship, latte
for someone who was easily disgusted by the idea of morning breath, you find all your mornings spent in kissing your boyfriend, soonyoung, senseless.
you’re not even sure how it started. one minute you were blinking the sleep from your eyes, and the next, soonyoung had you under him, palms on either side of your head, lips moving lazily against yours like you were some kind of morning prayer.
"we should really brush our teeth," you mumble between kisses, except your hands are already threading into his messy hair and you’re not exactly keen on stopping him anytime soon.
"mmm," soonyoung hums, not disagreeing, not stopping either. "too far."
"the bathroom?"
"yeah."
"it’s literally what—" you tilt your head to look, "like five steps away."
"too many steps," he says, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to smirk softly. "besides, you taste fine, honey."
"that is objectively false," you mumble, even as your thumb brushes his cheek and he nuzzles his face into your palm. he looks like the morning. and you're so grateful he is your morning.
"maybe i’m just in love, then. love makes people stupid."
"you were stupid before you met me, kwon."
"ouch.” he grins. “but fair."
you giggle and he swoops in again, kissing you until you’re breathless. it’s slow and lazy. like you’ve got all the time in the world. your upper leg shifts to wrap around his waist lazily as he shifts and lies beside you. soonyoung sighs like he’s never been more content.
"what’s the plan for today?" you ask, voice muffled against his shoulder. he’s moved down now, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.
"this," he says. "you. me. this bed. repeat."
"you do know we’ve got laundry, yeah?"
"ignore it. the laundry can do itself."
"that’s not how laundry works."
"we’ll manifest it. or we'll have latte help."
you snort. "alright, mystic soonyoung. tell me what the cards say."
he lifts his head, eyes squinting at his open palm like he’s pretending to focus. "they say… stay in bed, kiss the pretty thing on your bed senseless, avoid responsibilities at all costs."
"very convenient."
"very wise."
you both giggle. soonyoung’s little squeaks in between laughs and 10:10 eyes on full display have you falling in love with him all over again.
there’s a moment of silence after that. comfortable. you look at him, and he’s already looking at you. you reach out to trace the curve of his jaw, and he leans into it like a cat seeking warmth.
"you’re kind of gross, you know," you whisper.
"you kissed me first."
"i’ll do it again."
"threats don’t work on me, babe," he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “especially not when they’re promises."
you pull him in, kiss him again, longer this time. one hand in his hair, the other resting on his bare shoulder, fingers idly tracing nonsense. he tastes like sleep and the soonyoung you've always known.
he whispers your name between kisses, ever so tenderly.
"you make monday mornings so much better," he mumbles into your skin.
context: after a long time, the kim family was about to simply... settle down, but sometimes, those nights just last longer when you are spending it with the people you love
pairings: dad!mingyu x reader
genre: fluff fluff fluff
warnings: suggestive a bit, 2 kids (1 older son, 1 younger daughter), names such as mom/dad being used to address reader & mingyu
author's notes: dad!svt gang... pls
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your daughter was sleeping on your chest while you and mingyu were watching a movie, snoring with her mouth slightly open and drool falling from her mouth. mingyu had his arm wrapped around you waist while he also lays on your shoulder. on the other side, your son has long since started his sleep, legs swung over your body, arms hanging off the sofa while his mouth was wide open.
so there you were - sandwiched between your most favourite people in the world.
unfortunately for you, as much as you love the position you were in right now, you were kind of in a dilemma in terms of bodily functions.
"gyu," you whisper, reaching your hand over to pat his head. "gyu."
"hm?" he lifts his head from your shoulder, looking at you with tired, puppy-like eyes.
"i need to pee."
mingyu closes his eyes and lies his head down again. "okay."
"gyu, i need you to get up and take your kids with you," you say, shifting slightly underneath your daughter and son.
your son moves, but if he moves anymore, he was going to fall off the entire couch. your daughter, if she gets awakened from her sleep, she was going to throw a huge tantrum. if you wanted to get up, you would need to enlist the help of your husband.
mingyu looks at your situation and cracks a smile. he sits up, stretching his arms out, flexing just a bit. you scoff as he turns to you and gently takes his daughter into his hold. then, he stands up to hover over your son.
mingyu gently shakes him awake, "hey buddy. how about you go to sleep in your room?"
the young boy groans, but he opens his eyes and drags his feet down the hall to his room, yawning and mumbling incoherent words. before you knew it, he closes the door to his bedroom.
"thanks, gyu," you quickly kiss his cheek before bolting to the bathroom.
mingyu laughs, bouncing his daughter in his arms as she sleeps, "i think it's time for some mommy and daddy time, right, princess?" he asks his daughter, but she didn't respond (she's 2 years old). quietly, he walks to the nursery and places his daughter in her crib, kissing her forehead in the process. "goodnight, princess."
he leaves the room, proceeding to his son's bedroom. he opens the door as quietly as possible, peaking his head in only to see his son completely passed out on his bed - no blanket in sight, and his head on the opposite end of the bed frame.
mingyu scoffs, knowing exactly where he got his sleeping habits from (him. his son 100% got his sleeping habits from him). he picks up the clothes that was scattered across the room, putting them in the nearby laundry basket. then, he approaches the bed and turns on the nearby night light.
"mm," his son rolls around in the bed, almost whacking mingyu in the face.
"wow, okay," mingyu purses his lips while he switches his son's position. he moves the pillow so that the child was now sleeping on it while covering him with a blanket. "night, bud."
when he arrives back to the living room, you were scrolling on your phone, the movie still playing in the background. the blanket was wrapped around your body, but when you notice him come into the living space, your shut off your phone and spread your arms out.
“come here,” you simply say.
without hesitation, mingyu moves his feet and crashes onto you, snuggling right against you as he captures your scent. a hand creeps up around your body as you run your hand through his hair, enjoying the moment of quiet in your home.
you rest a finger under his chin, making him look at you with loving eyes.
the way he’s looked at you has never changed. it was always filled with the same care, the same love.
you lean in and kiss him. he kisses back, his hands slipping underneath your shirt - his shirt. slowly, he shifts his weight, resting his free hand on the back of the couch while you continue to remain under him. the movie plays in the background, entirely forgotten at this point.
mingyu makes his way down your neck, leaving gentle and soft marks as you tug at his hair whenever you feel him suck a little bit harder on your skin than normal.
you pull at his hair slightly, and a soft, quiet, sound escapes his mouth.
though, before proceeding further, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway.
your eyes widen, shoving your husband off you. mingyu lets out a shout in protest, falling onto the ground, but quickly shuts up when he follows your gaze at the hallway.
it was your daughter.
she wobbles out, pacifier in her mouth and her pillow in her hand, with tired but pleading eyes. she didn’t say anything as she makes her way to you and mingyu, then silently climbing up to get comfortable on the sofa.
mingyu glares at her with a pout.
you scoff, taking your daughter's pillow and putting it to the side. using your free hand, you make sure she doesn't fall off.
mingyu looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “i thought she could sleep by herself now?” he brings himself back up, going between you and the small child.
“someone got your attachment issues,” you hum.
“hey, i don’t have attachment-"
before he could say anything else, your 6 year old son pokes his head into the living room.
“mom, dad,” he rubs his eyes, a pout on his face.
“oh, come here, buddy,” you coo, patting at the spot beside you.
your son doesn’t hesitate, running to his spot before he was sent back to his room earlier in the night. he settles down quickly, yawning and closing his eyes.
in two minutes, he's fast asleep again, snoring just like his little sister.
mingyu looks between his kids and you, biting the inside of his cheek with a small bit of annoyance.
you let out a soft giggle, kissing him again, "so they definitely got your attachment issues...
"yeah, yeah..."
and suddenly, the four of you were back in the same spot in the beginning - sandwiched and tangled between each other in the comfort and warmth of the feeling of home.
warnings: suggestive, making out, hickeys, mentions of alcohol
a/n: jeonghan secret relationship everyone cheered!! i love that man sm besides he’s a menace and perfect for this trope^^
you could feel his stare even from the other side of the room. burning into your back. keeping you on your toes the entire night. making sure no one dared to get too close, too personal.
seungcheol’s party was buzzing with energy and concerning amounts of alcohol, music echoing through the house at a high volume. it was hard to navigate through the crowd - getting to the kitchen to get something to drink proved to be harder than expected, and much more time consuming, too. it would’ve probably annoyed you if not for the tipsy state you were in right now: intoxicated just slightly, just enough to not be annoyed with the large crowds and be able to enjoy yourself but not too much so as to remain responsible and aware.
you noticed the way his lips twitched into a smirk for just a split second when you entered the room. you noticed how, although deep in conversation with someone else, his eyes drifted to you as you refilled your cup.
and jeonghan noticed how you tried your best to avoid his gaze, too.
he chuckled - partially at seungcheol’s drunken attempt at telling a joke, partially out of amusement at just how hard you were pretending not to notice him.
you dipped into another room after a minute or two - making sure you don’t spill your drink, dissappearing in the crowd of people. but not before glancing back just for a split second. your eyes connected with jeonghan’s: your gaze playful, a hint of a smile on your face.
that was enough for him to get the memo.
the house was heavily crowded - but not all corners of it. there were certain places where you could still get privacy. and, to seungcheol’s disadvantage, both you and jeonghan knew them the best.
his rules were set firmly from the very beginning: he didn’t want any of his friends dating his sister. no buts, no maybes. unbeknownst to him, it was already happening - and what you don’t know can’t hurt you, right?
jeonghan’s lips were on yours the moment you closed the door to seungcheol’s office - your back pressed against the wall as his hands slipped down to your waist, rubbing your sides with gentle but swift movements.
his kiss was filled with fervor; rough and passionate. jeonghan kissed you like he was running out of time - and, given the secrecy of your relationship, you could say that he was.
‘you look mesmerising today, angel.’ he mumbled in between kisses, lips struggling to stay away from yours for too long. his left hand trailed higher, resting on the small of your back as he pulled you even closer towards him, with you standing between his legs. ‘it’s difficult to keep my hands to myself.’
‘then don’t.’ you looked up to meet his eyes, offering him a sweet smile as your hand toyed with the hem of his shirt, tugging on it so you’d reach his face.
jeonghan couldn’t stop himself from grinning, lips inches away from yours.
‘oh, and what would your poor older brother say if he saw us here?’ he cooed, a hint of teasing in his tone. he rested his hand on the side of your neck, thumb gently brushing your cheek. ‘with his best friend, of all people.’
‘seungcheol’s not here.’ you whispered, sings of impatience showing on your face as your eyes dropped to your boyfriend’s lips and then back up, much to jeonghan’s amusement. ‘he won’t know.’
you leaned in to finally kiss him again - eager to feel his lips on yours once more - but were met with nothing as you looked up at his face, now inches away from yours. the playful grin on his face was enough to know what he was doing, and you couldn’t help but frown.
‘hannie.’ you mumbled with a hint of annoyance. ‘we don’t have much time.’
jeonghan chuckled, seemingly giving in.
‘just wanted to see you frustrated.’ he admitted, leaning down and finally kissing you again - this time slower, more sensual. his lips soon left yours, trailing little kisses down your jaw, neck, under your ear, you would lie if you said you weren’t enjoying yourself.
the slight buzz of the alcohol mixed with the pleasure clouded your senses: so much so that you didn’t object when you felt him nibble at the skin under your ear, gasping at the sensation of him gently sucking at the spot, then kissing it to soothe the feeling.
jeonghan’s lips left your neck, eyes observing the spot where they were just seconds ago. he smiled, pride beaming from him - and only then did you realise what he was actually staring at.
‘a hickey? really?’ you whisper-yelled, furrowing your brows in disbelief. jeonghan laughed at your expression, hand still resting on your waist.
‘i couldn’t help myself.’ he said with no hint of shame whatsoever, perfectly satisfied with his work. he leaned in closer to yours ear, making your breath hitch. ‘you look divine today. i would’ve done more if it wasn’t a pain in the ass to cover up.’
you turned to face him, noses brushing in the process.
‘one is plenty of work to cover up too!’ you argued, trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks, blush spreading through your entire face. ‘you’re insufferable, you know?’
‘and you love it.’ he mumbled, planting another kiss on your lips, laughing right after at the sight of your sulky expression. ‘come on, i’ll buy you some blind-boxes for the inconvenience?’
you rolled your eyes at his offer, but jeonghan still noticed the hint of what seemed to be excitement on your face.
‘alright.’ you mumbled, jeonghan’s face beaming with triumph. ‘should we head back now? seungcheol might notice we’re gone.’
your boyfriend shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face,
‘he’s too drunk to notice, angel.’ he mumbled, hand coming down to yours as he grabbed it gently, fingers intertwining. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. ‘besides, i still should properly apologise for all the future trouble i just caused you with that hickey, should i not?’
wc: 4k (my longest fic i’ve ever written !!!) summary: if there’s anything you and jeonghan have learned from all your years together, it’s that you love each other. so much. throughout your whole lives, it’s the one thing that stayed a constant through it all warnings: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, alcohol, a lot of bittersweet ness, so so so much romance !!! you might cry.. also a little bit of death maybe? :3 an: happy burstday to my whole world 🤍 words cannot explain how special these 13 men are to me, and not even this can equate to how much love and appreciation i have for them. this is only a fraction of my appreciation, but i hope you can feel it nonetheless. listen 🎧 too much by mark lee, 우연 by jeonghan 1 to 13 masterlist!
the meeting ୨୧
with sticky fingers, glue extremely uncomfortable against your skin, you keep your hand raised for miss teacher to come help. she’s too busy helping the boy with macaroni noodles in his nose. you don’t care to learn his name. his personality is too big for you.. he’s always yelling, and the first time you heard his tiger roar it made you cry.
she’s still busy. he’s got them completely stuck up there, you think. she has to take him to the nurse. miss teacher’s teacher friend comes to watch the class while she leaves with macaroni boy. you keep your hand raised, and it’s starting to hurt from how long you kept it up. miss teacher’s friend isn’t paying attention either, though.. apparently one of the other boys knows her from somewhere else, and he keeps taking her attention from you because of his singing.
you accept defeat, putting your hand down with a sigh. you look around your table, one you’re all by yourself at, and there’s not a wipe in sight. you try a tissue, but it sticks to your skin and leaves an icky feeling. you can’t use the sink, because miss teacher said to ask permission, and asking permission is too scary!
everyone’s tinkering away on their artwork, loud sounds of crayon buckets, singing, and yelling all filling up your senses. no one sees you, and no one’s helping. it’s all too much, and your eyes screw shut. you don’t want to cry, because someone will see and make everyone look at you ‘cause they noticed. you get down under your table, hiding your head in your arms (keeping your hands a safe distance from your body) as you not only hide from the world, but also hide your tears.
jeonghan sees your entire situation from his table. he thought it’d be funny at first, watching you struggle and potentially make a really big mess, but you look sad. why are you sad at making a mess? it’s so fun! you look so icky and not happy with all the glue and fuzzies on your hand, and he notices your chest moving fast. he looks at his companion to see if he noticed, but said friend is too busy coloring in his shinchan to notice.
“cheollie, look.” he pokes the boy in his shoulder, and he looks about ready to cuss like his dad does when he hits his toe. “that girl is crying.” jeonghan points to you, body shuddering from under your workspace.
“it’s rude to point.” seungcheol smacks his friend’s hand down. “and i saw. the right thing to do is to tell miss teacher.”
“miss teacher isn’t here. she left with youngie, ‘member?”
“oh. so we get the other teacher? because she’s in charge now ‘till miss teacher comes back.” seungcheol always talks like he’s the boss, but that’s just because he got the teacher’s helper job this month. and the ones before that.
“no!” jeonghan grabs seungcheol’s sleeve, letting him go when he stops moving and puts his hands on his hips. “i’m miss teacher now! i can fix it!”
he looks around for the wet wipes to give to you. they’re on the big shelf, so he waits until the new lady turns away to run over and take them. with his evil laugh, he tiptoes away and puts them on your table.
slipping down to sit beside you, he taps your shoulder. “did you make a mess?” you nod, head still down. he grabs the wet wipes, ripping some out of the container. a little water splashes out, but he makes sure it doesn’t hit you. “it’s okay. everyone makes messes sometimes. don’t be sad.”
you pick your head up, sniffling aggressively, before putting your hands out. instead of giving you the wipes, he does it for you with a little ‘hannie can fix it!’, gently scrubbing away at the mess on your hands. you’re still sniffing away the whole time, using your now (mostly) clean hand to wipe at your eyes.
once he’s finished, he closes the container and hands you the box of tissues. “you have some boogers.” he giggles at your embarrassed face, slowing down when you don’t react or say anything.
he asks your name, and you give it to him, a little wobbly, and he takes your hand to shake it. “i’m jeonghan. i’ll be your friend now, okay?” he brushes his hair from his eyes, “we’ll be friends forever! and i’ll always be here to help you when you need it.”
childhood ୨୧
you and jeonghan are a little older now. not old enough, you both say, but old enough to start having homework and wish you were as cool as your upperclassmen. ever since you met in kindergarten, jeonghan’s kept his word, staying by your side no matter what. his “stinky” little sister started going to school too, and she’s just as fun to be around. he gets jealous though, and always pulls you away from her to focus on him instead.
right now though, he doesn’t have to worry much. little sis is in her little kid classes right now while you guys get to have recess! you and him are sitting on the bench next to all your friends, some of which are playing basketball, while the others draw with sidewalk chalk or hang upside down on the monkey bars.
jeonghan would very much prefer playing basketball, but you don’t like the idea of getting too close to other people or the idea of contact sports. he doesn’t really understand why, but the thought of you sitting by yourself, considering the fact that you don’t like any of the outdoor activities, makes him upset. he’d very much rather stay with you, making sure you aren’t lonely, watching over you as you pluck wildflowers from the grass.
“jeonghan?” seungkwan starts, getting the attention of the both of you. you both look up from your hands, where the both of you were looking at the small collection of flora you had found. “are you two dating?”
immediately you guys are grossed out, scooting to the opposite ends of the bench. “ew, no! that’s disgusting! we’re just friends, right?” jeonghan says, grimacing at the idea, before turning to you.
you nod, a small little movement, “just friends. i’m too young to get a boyfriend, and i don’t like how much boyfriends and girlfriends touch. it’s.. icky.”
“you guys touch a lot.. so, doesn’t that mean you’re dating?” when you guys shake your head, he calls the attention of soonyoung, who eventually brings the rest of your friend group over. “soonyoung, they’re dating, right?”
“come on guys, don’t make a crowd like that, it’s overwhelming!” jeonghan complains, partly trying to change the subject, but also trying to save you because he knows you’ll start getting uncomfortable soon.
soonyoung makes his way over, pinch fingers on his chin like he’s making some sort of elaborate analysis. “um, yeah, they’re dating! my sister has a boyfriend, and they do the same stuff as her and jeonghan! they hug every day at the end of school, and you know who else does?”
this small connection creates a moment of silence before everyone bursts out in loud chatter, some complaining about your age, others yelling and screaming about cooties. the commotion is enough to bring the teacher over, ending in your recess cut short and a conversation about why having a boyfriend or girlfriend is not something you should be worried about right now.
your discomfort is eased when you go home and talk to your mom, asking her if you and jeonghan have to date. she’s full of giggles when she lets you know that yes, boys and girls can be just friends, and he’s simply someone who cares a lot about you.
teenhood ୨୧
you’re in your math class, and you’re sat next to seungcheol. jeonghan’s right behind you, not allowed to sit next to you due to his endless chatting. not a single one of you is paying attention, all too focused on the trip to the convenience store that you’re planning to make after school.
you’re writing in cheollie’s notebook with a list of everything you, him, and hannie might want to buy when something hits your head. seungcheol catches it, giving a glare to the boy across the room who threw it. you didn’t even do anything, but just seeing his face freaks you out. he unfolds the piece of paper, and when it’s fully unraveled, you take a look.
‘i like shy girls. will you be my shy girl? - hyungwon’
you look at cheol, who looks at you, before handing the paper to jeonghan. he takes one glance at it, switching his gaze to hyungwon, before tearing the paper up and throwing it on the floor.
the teacher asks him to pick it up and he refuses, giving him one of two referrals for the day. the next one comes after class, sending him home with bloody knuckles and one less friend. not that it mattered anyway, the only friend he truly cares about is you.
every question you ask about his outburst is avoided, not only because he doesn’t want to talk about it, but he doesn’t have an answer. he’s just protective, okay? watching over you like a brother, nothing else.
college ୨୧
it’s nearly 4am when jeonghan finally comes stumbling through the front door of your home, giggling and burping like an idiot. when he sees you it only gets worse, eliciting a sigh from you as he falls into your lap.
“hannie, can you get up please? you’re bending the pages of my book. i spent a lot of money on this.” you complain, yet you make no effort to push him away, heart warm at how content he looks to be with you.
“shit, sorry.” he brushes hair from his eyes, sitting straight up on the couch before his head eventually falls on your shoulder. “i’m so drunk.” you have no idea why he’s making such a statement, and honestly it makes you cringe because.. obviously? all it takes is one whiff for you to know. not even, just look at him.
“i know, and that’s why you should go to bed. it’s almost daytime already.” you say, already helping him up to take him to his bedroom.
“wait!” he puts his hands out, backing away from your grasp, “..can we sleep here? in the living room, like we used to?”
you look at him, so incredibly tired, both physically and mentally, pinching the bridge of your eyebrows as a headache threatens to kick in. he looks so cute, unfortunately for you, pouting as he accidentally falls back into the couch after losing his balance. he straightens back up right away though, even making an effort to put his hands together to help persuade you.
eventually you relent, grumbling about him needing to change out of his clothes as you go grab all your blankets. he follows right behind you, not even thinking twice when he starts stripping while you’re in the middle of stripping his bed of its blankets. he pays no mind to your obvious flusteredness, simply chuckling before going to help you.
there’s a little blanket cushion underneath your backs, little fairy lights creating a cozy atmosphere as you lay facing each other. jeonghan’s eyes keep fluttering shut, begging him to go to sleep, but he fights it, forcing them open to watch you. his hand falls to your cheek, knuckles brushing your skin, running over the side of your face before pushing stray hairs behind your ear.
“you know, i’ve always found you so pretty. like, a crazy amount.” he says bluntly, casually, as if it’s something normal.
“excuse me?”
“yeah.” his voice is so soft, his pupils blown wide as his eyes trail over your pretty features like he’s committing them to memory. “you just have something about you that makes me feel like i’m drowning, and i can’t get out. but i don’t want to. i love it.”
“you’re being weird, han. go to sleep.” you flush, pulling the blanket up to your nose.
immediately he’s propping himself up on his elbow, other hand pulling it back down. “let me see you, please…” he nearly zones out for a good while, making you squirm as his eyes lock onto your face.
“you know.. i think i love you. i always have.” he pauses, looking you over before taking a look at himself, his surroundings, and the entire apartment you rent together, “yeah. i never really understood what love looked like, but i get it now. i look at us, and i know. it’s us.” he chuckles.
“jeonghan, wh- you’re drunk, you can’t just say that when you don’t even mean it-”
“shh, shh, i’m not lying. there’s some saying or whatever, right? anyway, long story short, i’m telling the truth and i’m gonna go throw up now.”
adulthood ୨୧
you’re walking down the streets of paris, walking alongside your boyfriend, jeonghan, with seungcheol and the others on your other side. it’s time for one of those week-long group vacations, and for some reason jeonghan forced everyone to agree to go out of the country. usually your trips are only thirty minutes or so from home, but this time you’ve gone days away. you keep asking him why he spent so much money for everyone to come out here, but he just shrugs, saying eh, i needed a change of scenery.
the bags in your hands are getting heavy as you walk down the streets of the shopping district, everything’s lit up in the night lights, river glistening as you and the group walk alongside it. jeonghan forced you to leave your wallet at the mansion-turned-rental that you all are staying at, paying for literally everything you touched. by now, you’ve racked up copious amounts of jewelry and other accessories, and just as you turn to him, ready to indirectly ask why he hasn’t started carrying your bags for you, you realize he stopped walking. everyone stopped walking, actually.
“hannie? guys, what are you doing?” you look at jeonghan, standing alone with a nervous smile, the rest in a small clump behind him. they shush you, pointing and gesturing to your boyfriend.
“baby, come here,” he says, breathlessly, taking your hands when you come close enough. “wanna know why i brought you here?” you hum, and he tries his hardest to hide the shaking in his breath before he continues speaking.
“it’s because i wanted to give you something special. a trip with all your favorite people, me first obviously..” he chuckles, “but seriously. i want this to be a trip for you to remember, because it’s going to be the last one before our lives change.. a lot.”
he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a tiny velvet box, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head as he drops to one knee. your full name falls from his lips, and all of a sudden you’re tearing up as he starts a little speech.
“i still remember the first time i saw you. on the first day of kindergarten. you were crying, sobbing actually, because you didn’t want to leave your mom. a lot of our other classmates were crying too, but you were the only one i felt bad for. everyone else? i wanted them to shut up.. seriously.” he doesn’t waste a second to glance at a few of your friends behind him, laughing as their complaints help to ease his nerves a bit. “since then, i made it a mission to help things.. not suck for you. at least back then, i wanted you to be happy during school. but.. we got older, and we never drifted apart. as the years went by, i my mission changed, even if i didn’t know. it changed to me.. wanting you to be happy always. for your whole life. that’s still what it is today. so, if you’d let me try my best to succeed, will you please marry me?”
you don’t even hesitate to nod yes, falling into his arms, kissing him while you cry like the same baby you were twenty something years ago. the same crybaby jeonghan fell in love with, and will continue to love forever.
the wedding ୨୧
yet again the tears keep falling as you stand before your fiancee, stuttering and sniffling through your vows. you poured your whole heart into them, so so grateful for the life you’ve gotten to live alongside jeonghan. he’s been your rock through everything, like a little island that’s always there to listen, always there to help. there’s not a single person on this earth who knows you better than he does, not even yourself. before he learned to read the alphabet, he knew how to read your emotions, read between the lines of everything you said and help you accordingly. he’s who you go to for everything, he’s who you think of first when anything good happens, and it’s been like that ever since you were little, back when you were little, still finger painting as a class activity.
it’s his turn now, and he pretends that something’s in his eyes as he wipes them, making the crowd laugh. he takes a deep breath in before pulling a loose leaf paper from his blazer and clearing his throat.
“it’s been thirty years of knowing you, loving you, and i think it’s time that i finally make a confession.. do you remember when we were in college, and i came home drunk? yeah, yeah, i know it happened a bunch of times.. but there’s one specific occasion where i mentioned how much i love you. i always lied about that night, saying i didn’t remember, but i think now’s the time where i tell you.. i did. and i still stand by everything i said. i’ve always been yours, since i befriended you back when we were five. i didn’t know it, but that exact moment is when my heart became yours. it has been ever since then. you are the best thing the world has ever given me, and i’ll forever be indebted to you for showing me what love is like, and how proud and lucky i am to be able to give that to you. i’m incredibly grateful to have you in my life, and.. oh, you thought i could go a whole ment without any teasing? funny.. anyway, i’m so incredibly lucky to be marrying you, and so excited to be legally tied to my favorite crybaby. now, let’s get married, hm?”
after many teary giggles and kisses, you and jeonghan are finally husband and wife. it feels so right, so perfect. it’s not even anything different, you guys are just living the same life you always have, doing the same routine, all with a new title. yet, it feels good knowing that you are legally each other’s, rather than just in your heads. the whole night is spent basking in that, full of joy knowing that you are forever tied together, each other’s firsts and lasts.
getting older ୨୧
you can’t do as much as you used to, and you’re getting to the age where you start getting discounts at local events. your skin is littered with scars and wrinkles, evidence of all the joy and laughing you’ve experienced throughout life. you’re committed to a life at home, planting pretty little flowers in your garden and sitting on the porch of your country home, reading books and waving at the little kids playing in the street. it’s peaceful, and most dread the part of life where you get old, but to you? it’s perfect. everything you’ve ever needed.
jeonghan’s car pulls into the driveway, and his smile shines bright as he makes his way toward you. he falls into the seat next to you on the swinging bench with a groan, rubbing his creaky knees as he hits the cushion. suddenly, his grimace switches to something sweeter as he pulls a pretty bouquet of flowers from behind his back, placing it in your lap with a smile.
“you deserve something nice.” he says, leaning in for a kiss. you wrap an arm around him, returning the affection before placing your head in his neck.
“i love them, hannie, they’re so beautiful.” you smile, eyes closed and all as he strokes your hair, looking down at you like he’s met an angel. to him, he did.
“my pretty angel only deserves the best, no?” he leans back, letting you cuddle into him as you watch the clouds.
“i wouldn’t say pretty, now.. i’ve got wrinkles, and my hair is grey.” you pout.
he shushes you, peppering kisses over every wrinkle, and all over your crown. “bullshit- oh, sorry, i mean.. nonsense. you’re just as beautiful as you were when we met, okay? like i said, my pretty angel only deserves the best, right?” he looks at you expectantly until you hum in agreement, “now, if only i was able bodied enough to still give you the best in bed, oh i’d show you-”
“jeonghan!” you giggle, swatting at his chest. he only pouts, shrugging innocently as you laugh together. despite getting older with every day, he never fails to make you feel just as beautiful and just as loved as you did back when you were twenty.
the sixteen year old girl across the street watches you both with her friends, and they all nod in agreement when they say that they only want a love like that. something so sweet, so pure that everyone can just tell how long you’ve loved each other. every day, he comes home from work (don’t worry, it’s not taxing at all and he gets paid good) with a cute little gift for you, his eyes turning into big hearts at the grateful little smile you give him every time. the whole neighborhood adores you two, looking at you both as models of pure, true love.
the end ୨୧
it’s late at night, and after a good few hours of stiffly slow dancing to your favorite music, you and jeonghan finally lay down. you spent the night doing a lot of things you haven’t done in a while, now that you think about it, and it was quite refreshing. you ate a bunch of junk food, sang silly songs with unnecessary amounts of curse words, and now you’re ending it with endless pillow talk.
neither of you addressed it, but you both have a feeling that this is the last time you’ll be able to do this. you aren’t scared. this may be the first time you aren’t afraid, but jeonghan looks so calm that you feel like things will be okay. he simply shot up, definitely pulling something in the process, taking your hand and offering for you both to spend it having as much fun as possible.
that you did! the whole night was spent reminiscing on the past decades with each other, and it truly felt like you were traveling back to that point in time. each photobook you flipped through, each friend you thought of and silently congratulated for outliving you both, it all felt.. peaceful. maybe a little bittersweet, but every moment is looked back on fondly.
“we’ve spent all of our lives together,” he starts, fingers combing through your hair as you lay down together. “i’d say you made them the best years of my life, but that’d be dumb. you were there for the whole thing.”
you chuckle, tucking your head into his neck. “it’s okay, i’d say the same thing.”
he hums, “seriously, though. you make me so happy. i don’t think you know just how much.”
it’s then that you fall asleep for what would be the last time, promises of a more romantic tomorrow. no death talk was allowed, jeonghan wouldn’t have that. you only spoke of a ‘next time’, one where you were definitively together. you don’t fight it, just accept that you’re falling asleep in his arms for the last time. it’s okay, because you’re passing knowing that you lived a full, long life. one where you never doubted how much you were loved.
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Pairing: Idol Jihoon x Idol Reader
Genre: Fluff, Idol romance
Summary: Jihoon and Y/N are forced to sit together at an award show, causing endless cheers, teasing, and viral moments. From sneaky glances to Woozi protectively covering Y/N with his blazer, the night is full of heart-fluttering chaos. When Jihoon tears up during his speech and sees Y/N crying too, it becomes clear—no matter how much they pretend, everyone knows.
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Jihoon knew this would happen. He saw it coming from a mile away.
Yet, here he was, forced to sit beside you at an award show, and the crowd was absolutely losing it.
Seungcheol had nearly fallen over laughing when Jihoon realized where he had to sit. Jeonghan had patted his shoulder like a proud parent.
And now? Now, he was trapped.
The moment the camera panned over to your table, the cheers hit like a tidal wave. The entire venue shook with the sound of fans screaming their lungs out, and Jihoon could already see the headlines forming in real-time.
"Woozi and Y/N: Power Couple of the Century?"
"Woozi's Reaction to Sitting Next to Y/N is Priceless!"
"Destiny? Fate? Coincidence? We Think Not!"
He sighed, rubbing his temple as Seungcheol cackled beside him. "Hyung, it's like a concert in here," Dino whispered, wide-eyed.
Jihoon glanced at you, only to find you smirking. "Did you plan this?" he accused.
You feigned innocence, sipping your drink. "Me? I would never."
Liar.
The second the camera landed on your table, the screaming was deafening. The venue, which had been relatively calm just moments ago, erupted.
Jihoon fought every urge to groan as he kept his expression neutral, while you—completely unbothered—smiled and gave a polite wave. You were enjoying this way too much.
"Look at you," you teased, voice barely audible over the noise. "Are you blushing?"
Jihoon scoffed. "It's hot in here."
"Uh-huh, sure," you mused, nudging his knee under the table.
And then, as if things weren’t bad enough, the host on stage decided to make things worse.
"So, I think we have to talk about one of the most beloved pairings in the industry right now," the MC said, grinning. "Our audience is going crazy for these two—Woozi and Y/N, everyone!"
The camera panned right back to you both, a split screen of your reactions broadcasting to millions.
Jihoon shut his eyes. "Kill me."
Meanwhile, you? You blew a kiss to the camera.
The screams reached another level.
The members of Seventeen lost it. Seungcheol clapped like a seal. DK was howling. Jeonghan actually got out of his seat to dramatically bow in your direction, like you had just won an Oscar.
"Oh, absolutely," you replied, resting your chin on your hand as if you lived for this moment.
His phone vibrated. Another message from Jeonghan.
[Jeonghan]: Just kiss on camera. I dare you.
Jihoon choked on air. You glanced at his phone and laughed. "What's he saying?"
"Nothing," he snapped, locking it immediately.
And then, it got even worse.
A special segment played—a montage of all the best collaborations of the year. And right there, in full HD, was a clip of you and Jihoon from a previous music show, standing way too close, exchanging small smiles.
It ended with a close-up of Jihoon watching you perform, eyes soft in a way that was damning.
The camera cut back to you both just in time to catch Jihoon covering his face with both hands.
Absolute pandemonium.
Even you were giggling now. "Wow, you really don’t help your case."
"I hate this," Jihoon grumbled into his hands.
You leaned in slightly. "Hate it enough to run away?"
Jihoon peeked at you through his fingers.
You smiled. The same smile that made his heart stutter every single time. The same smile that made him—despite all his complaining—stay exactly where he was.
Every time the camera even slightly panned in your direction, the audience roared in approval. At one point, the big screen accidentally caught Jihoon sneaking glances at you when you weren’t looking, and the fans lost it.
He knew the fancams would be everywhere by the time he got back to the dorms.
And then—disaster struck.
During a short intermission, you shifted slightly in your seat, adjusting your dress, when you realized—it was shorter than you thought.
The realization hit at the worst possible moment because, just as you moved, the camera cut back to your table.
You froze.
Jihoon noticed immediately. His sharp eyes flickered to you, then to the screen, and without thinking, he reached for something—his blazer.
With swift, natural movements, he leaned in and draped it over your lap, completely casual, like he had done it a million times before.
The camera caught everything.
A split screen showed Jihoon placing his blazer over you while you whispered a flustered, “Jihoon, what are you doing?”
"Just wear it," he muttered, pretending to focus on the stage.
Fans erupted.
Jeonghan burst into laughter, clapping his hands as if Woozi had just confessed on national television. Seungkwan gasped so dramatically that DK had to hold him back, and Mingyu was already on his phone, probably tweeting about it.
The big screen replayed the moment in slow motion, zooming in on Jihoon's effortlessly protective gesture.
Jihoon stiffened when he saw it. "You have got to be kidding me."
His phone blew up.
[Jeonghan]: ROMANTIC LEAD ENERGY!!!
[Mingyu]: Jihoon, OUR SWEETHEART???
[Hoshi]: THIS IS CRAZYYYYY
[Seungkwan]: GOODBYE, WORLD. THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.
The captions wrote themselves.
"Lee Jihoon, the definition of boyfriend material."
"Woozi naturally protecting Y/N?? We are living in a fanfiction."
"When will my boyfriend be like this?"
Meanwhile, you were trying so hard to hold back your laughter. "Did you have to be so smooth about it?"
Jihoon cleared his throat. "It wasn’t smooth."
"You literally just gave me your blazer without blinking."
"Because you needed it," he huffed, crossing his arms.
You peeked up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. "…Thanks, Jihoon."
He looked away immediately, ears turning red. "Shut up."
Jihoon should have known the night wasn’t over yet.
After all the teasing, the chaotic fan reactions, and the never-ending camera zoom-ins, the moment had finally arrived—Seventeen’s category was being announced.
The entire group sat up straighter, hands clasped together, nervous energy crackling in the air. You could feel it from your seat beside Jihoon, his usually steady hands slightly curled into fists on his lap.
“And the winner is…”
The pause was agonizing.
"SEVENTEEN!"
The entire venue exploded.
Seventeen shot up from their seats, hugging each other tightly, overwhelmed with joy. Fans screamed, members cheered, and Jihoon—despite his usual composure—looked stunned.
You watched as Seungcheol pulled Jihoon into a tight hug, and that’s when you saw it—his eyes, glossy with tears.
The camera captured the moment perfectly. Jihoon, the man who poured his heart and soul into every note, every lyric, standing there, wiping at his eyes as the weight of everything hit him all at once.
And suddenly, your own eyes burned.
You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold back the emotions bubbling up inside you. You had seen Jihoon work himself to the bone, staying in the studio until dawn, striving for perfection in everything he did.
He deserved this. They all did.
Jihoon stood on stage, microphone in hand, staring out at the sea of fans and glowing lightsticks. The award sat heavy in his grasp, but not as heavy as the emotions swelling in his chest.
The cheers had barely died down when Seungcheol, ever the leader, began their speech—thanking the fans, the staff, the families, and everyone who had supported them.
But when the mic was passed to Jihoon, the crowd fell into an expectant hush.
Jihoon took a deep breath. “Um…” He let out a small chuckle, voice already wavering. “I told myself I wasn’t going to cry.”
The audience cheered, as if encouraging him to let it out.
Jihoon swallowed hard, gripping the microphone tighter. “This… this award means a lot. More than I can put into words. We’ve worked so hard, and to be standing here, receiving this, it still feels unreal.” He exhaled shakily, blinking rapidly, but the tears still escaped, rolling down his cheeks.
Seventeen members immediately reached for him—Jeonghan placing a hand on his back, Seungkwan nodding at him reassuringly. The crowd cooed, some fans already tearing up themselves.
The camera panned across the group, capturing their emotions, before shifting—straight to you.
Sitting at your table, eyes glassy with unshed tears, you watched Jihoon with nothing but pure admiration and pride. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until the camera lingered on you, your lips pressed together to keep from outright sobbing.
And just like that, the entire venue reacted.
Fans screamed.
The members on stage noticed, and before Jihoon could even process what was happening, Jeonghan grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to face the screen.
There, clear as day, was you, wiping at your cheeks, eyes fixed on him like he was the most important person in the world.
Jihoon's face turned red instantly. He quickly turned back, covering his face with his sleeve, but it was too late.
Mingyu burst out laughing, Joshua clapped his hands like an excited kid, and even Seungcheol cracked up, patting Jihoon's back.
“Looks like we’re not the only ones crying,” Seungkwan teased into the mic, making the crowd go wild.
Jihoon groaned into his hands, but despite his embarrassment, he peeked up at the camera again—at you.
And in that moment, as he saw you smiling softly through your tears, he couldn’t even be mad.
Because no matter how much he pretended to ignore it, no matter how much he groaned when the cameras caught you both—deep down, he knew.
There was no one he’d rather share the spotlight with.
genre fluff, short au | starring boyfriend!seungcheol x gn!reader | warnings|contains pouty and shy cheol | wc 0.4k | status proofread | masterlist | jho's notes. cheol's pout might be the greatest thing god created + his dimples
you weren't even trying to catch it. someone screamed, someone shoved and the next thing you knew, the bride's bouquet landed directly in your hands.
you stared at the flowers in your hand with shock, slowly blinking. a few people clapped, someone whistled— but the moment didn't fully hit you until you turned around and saw seungcheol.
he was standing near the back of the crowd, completely frozen. hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, shoulders tense, eyes slightly wide and lips parted in a small, helpless pout— like he'd just witnessed his own surprise proposal.
beside him joshua was bent over laughing, seungkwan slapping his arm like he'd just hit the jackpot. you watched as joshua leaned in and whispered something in seungcheol's ear— whatever it was, it made his ears turn red instantly.
you bit your lip and held up the bouquet in his direction, trying— and failing— to hide the massive smile threatening to take over your entire face.
he looked at it, then at you still frozen in his place. a deep sigh escaped his lips as he finally moved, walking toward you at a pace like a man heading into his own wedding completely unprepared. when he finally reached you, he didn't say a word— he just kept looking at the bouquet, and then at you.
"i didn't even want to catch it" you teased, barely containing your laughter. he squinted at you, crealy not buying a single word, "sure, you just accidentally manifested it the all day long"
you giggled as he stepped closer, one arm slipping around your waist as his forehead fall against your shoulder with a dramatic groan. "they're never gonna shut up about this" he mumbled into your collarbone, you could feel the smile forming against your shoulder.
"good" you whispered, grin widening, "you look cute when you panic" he whined, then peeked up at you with the saddest, most drammatic expression ever. you tucked a hand into his hair, brushing your fingers through it slightly.
"you know i'd marry you tomorrow, right?" he muttered under his breath. you blinked, stunned for a second making him panicking instantly. "wait, i didn't mean— like, unless you want to" you kissed his cheek before he could melt completely into the floor.
his hand tightened around your waist, grounding himself again. you could feel the heat still raising in his ears, the tension easing out of his body with your touch. after a moment, you said softly "well, you'd make a cute groom"
–ᝰ.ᐟ✮ In which Wonwoo ends up being Joshua's daughter unspoken favourite uncle because she fell asleep on him once.
pairing: uncle!wonwoo x joshua's daughter (3 y/o)
genre: fluff, awkward uncle turned softest uncle, quiet affection, doe eyes & toy cars
word count: 2.7k
a/n: can you tell im digging into the seventeen being dads and uncles era? anywayss wonu gives off awkward uncle with kids just because he rarely interacts with kids. but then turns most comfortable and warm uncle,, he gives off warm hugs energy that lulls kids to sleep in his arms
The house is full today.
Music plays low in the background. Voices echo through the hallway—laughter, overlapping conversations, the sound of clinking glasses and chopsticks tapping against bowls. It’s one of their usual group get-togethers, the kind that feels like a reunion, a birthday, and a full-blown family party all at once.
Joshua’s daughter is here too, of course.
She always is, when they gather. Just three years old, she’s become something like the group’s shared baby—their collective sunshine. She bounces from uncle to uncle with no hesitation, fully confident that each one will drop whatever they’re doing to hold her or play with her or answer her questions about her imaginary friends.
Well. Most of them.
Wonwoo’s around, sure. Always is. But he’s not one of the main players in her orbit. Not like Seungkwan who brings her snacks and mimics cartoon voices. Not like Mingyu who hoists her onto his shoulders and pretends she’s flying. Not like DK who lets her paint his nails with glitter polish and says it’s fashion.
Wonwoo is… there. A background constant. He knows her, of course. Says hello. Lets her offer him a bite of her animal crackers now and then. But they’ve never really had a moment. And he’s not sure he’d know what to do if they did.
Which is exactly why he blinks, slightly alarmed, when he finds himself in her playroom... alone with her.
It happens like this.
He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking with Mingyu and DK while Chan plays on the carpet with her, little blocks and figurines scattered in colorful chaos.
Then Hoshi leaves for the kitchen—“I haven’t eaten anything yet, I swear I’m gonna pass out, you guys”—and a few minutes later, DK and Mingyu are summoned out to “help Joshua un-ruin” a dish he was apparently too confident about.
“Back in five,” Mingyu promises as he follows DK out.
But they don’t come back.
And Chan?
Chan’s lying on his side now, motionless. His arm is draped over a plushie and his mouth is slightly open. Asleep.
So it’s just her and Wonwoo.
She doesn’t seem to mind. She's still playing, humming to herself, stacking blocks and mumbling a little storyline under her breath that involves a fairy, a pancake, and a dinosaur wearing glasses.
Wonwoo stays where he is. On the floor. Glued to his phone. Not scared of her—just… uncertain. She seems to be fine. Kids are good at playing by themselves, right?
He tries to scroll through his feed like he’s totally unbothered. Like the room isn’t too quiet now. Like he doesn’t feel her eyes flick over to him now and then, curious.
She doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t either.
Until—
bump.
Something taps against his knee.
He lowers his phone.
A tiny toy car rests against his leg, pushed there deliberately by a small hand.
He looks up.
She’s watching him, eyes wide, almost shy—but not quite afraid. Her bunny is clutched under one arm. Her other hand is still resting on the car, fingers curled around the back of it like she’s waiting to see what he’ll do.
It’s the look that gets him.
Those same round, gentle eyes that Joshua has. The soft silent question in them. Not a demand, not a whine, just… an ask.
Wonwoo blinks.
Then clears his throat.
“…Was that on purpose?” he says, voice quiet.
She tilts her head.
“I think it wants to play,” she says simply.
He exhales a laugh before he even realizes he’s smiling. “The car wants to play?”
She nods. “But he’s shy. So I helped him.”
“I see.”
A beat passes.
Then Wonwoo reaches out and gently nudges the toy car back in her direction. It rolls lazily across the rug and bumps against her slippered foot.
She gasps like it’s the most delightful thing in the world.
And suddenly, just like that, the air shifts.
—
They end up playing a game. Nothing complicated—he pushes the car to her, she pushes it back. But every time it bumps into one of them, she giggles like it’s brand new.
After a while, she starts giving the car a voice. A little high-pitched squeak: “Oh noooo, I crashed! Someone call the firetruck!”
Wonwoo, unexpectedly, obliges.
He picks up a nearby red block and mimics a siren with zero skill.
She squeals. “That’s silly! Try again!”
So he does.
He ends up making car noises. Dinosaur noises. At one point, he’s holding a sparkly wand and she tells him it’s his “magic booster stick” and he just… goes with it.
He doesn’t even realize how much time has passed until Mingyu pokes his head back in.
“Oh my god,” Mingyu whispers, eyes wide. “You’re… playing.”
Wonwoo scowls. “Shut up.”
But the toddler beside him just beams. “Uncle Woo’s fun.”
Wonwoo pauses.
And then, quietly, almost under his breath: “Yeah?”
She nods. Then, without warning, crawls into his lap with her bunny and settles there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He freezes for a second—hands in the air like she’s fragile.
But when she rests her head on his chest, still clutching her toy, he finally lets his hands settle gently around her back.
“…You’re warm,” she murmurs, drowsy.
“Yeah,” he says, heart suddenly full in a way he can’t explain. “You too.”
Joshua’s been walking around the house for five minutes now with a tiny pink sippy cup in hand, humming softly as he peeks into each room.
“Sunshine?” he calls out, quiet enough not to disturb the conversations going on around him. “It’s milk time. Nap time too. Where’d you wander off to, huh?”
She usually comes running when she hears “milk time.” But the house is full today, and sometimes she gets so distracted by her uncles that she forgets to keep track of her own rituals.
Joshua tries the kitchen first. No sign. Then the hallway. The guest bedroom. He finally ends up outside her playroom door, hearing nothing from within.
Strange. Usually it’s a cacophony of squealing laughter and full-grown men arguing over imaginary tea party etiquette.
He pushes the door open slowly—
And freezes.
There, in the middle of the colorful, toy-strewn room, is Jeon Wonwoo.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor. Completely still. Cradling his daughter in his arms.
She’s sound asleep.
Her cheek is smushed against his chest, arms tucked between them. Her bunny is dangling from one loose hand, and her lips are slightly parted in the peaceful rhythm of deep, drooly toddler sleep. And Wonwoo?
Wonwoo looks like a man who hasn’t moved in twenty minutes because he’s afraid of waking the tiny creature sleeping on him.
His back is straight. His phone is face down beside him. His hands are carefully braced around her like she’s made of glass.
Joshua’s heart squeezes.
But also—
He slowly, silently, pulls his phone out.
click.
Wonwoo’s head jerks up instantly at the sound. He blinks, wide-eyed, like he’s been caught red-handed.
“Hyung—!”
Joshua grins, lowering his phone with a hand over his heart. “Oh, don’t move. This is the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I—she fell asleep,” Wonwoo whispers, like he’s explaining himself to a judge.
“I can see that,” Joshua says, trying not to burst out laughing. “On you. Mr. ‘I don’t know how to play with kids.’ Mr. ‘She doesn’t even talk to me much.’ Now she’s taking full-body naps on you like you’re her favorite pillow.”
Wonwoo scowls, looking mildly panicked. “I didn’t do anything. We were playing. She said I was warm. Next thing I knew, she just—” he gestures vaguely to the sleeping toddler in his lap, “—did this.”
Joshua tiptoes closer, looking down at them with a softness in his eyes.
“You must’ve done something right,” he says gently, crouching down beside them. “She doesn’t fall asleep on people she doesn’t trust.”
Wonwoo’s eyes flick to his daughter, her little nose smushed against his shirt, breathing slow and even. His arms tighten slightly around her before he can stop himself.
“…She’s heavier than she looks,” he mutters.
Joshua grins. “That’s all the cookies DK feeds her.”
There’s a quiet beat.
Then Joshua nudges his shoulder, eyes twinkling.
“Hey. Thank you.”
Wonwoo looks up.
“For what?”
“For… letting her choose you,” Joshua says, smiling. “I know you didn’t expect to be left alone with her today. But… I’ve never seen her this comfortable with you before. I think she really likes you.”
Wonwoo’s ears flush pink.
“…She’s not bad,” he says after a pause.
Joshua lets out a laugh. “She’s a three-year-old, not a new brand of earbuds.”
Still, he’s beaming. Because he knows what a big moment this is—for both of them.
And he’s definitely saving that photo.
Forever.
Joshua carefully scoops her up from Wonwoo’s lap, one hand supporting her head, the other wrapped around her little back.
She stirs slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, before sighing and snuggling closer to her father’s chest.
Wonwoo watches, suddenly aware of how warm his arms feel now that they’re empty.
“She’s due for a nap anyway,” Joshua says quietly, brushing her hair back. “I’ll put her in my room—it’s the furthest from all the noise.”
Wonwoo nods once. Still quiet.
As Joshua heads out, he pauses at the door and glances back at him.
“She really liked you, you know.”
Wonwoo shifts a little, ears still pink. “...She’s alright.”
Joshua smiles and disappears down the hall.
It’s sometime after dinner prep and before the food hits the table when she wakes.
The living room is still lively, voices overlapping—Hoshi is yelling something about rice texture, DK is explaining a dramatic dream, and Seungkwan is lecturing Vernon about hydration.
None of them notice the small figure slowly padding in from the hallway.
Her eyes are still heavy with sleep, one hand rubbing at her lashes, the other dragging her bunny behind her.
She pauses just inside the room.
Tiny. Barefoot. Blinking around blearily.
Looking for one person.
Joshua’s not there.
He’s still in the kitchen, checking on the final dish.
And like most toddlers—still slightly disoriented from sleep, still tucked inside the softness of her nap-brain—she defaults to the first face she feels safest with.
The one she remembers from before she fell asleep.
The one she chose.
She walks past the group.
The members notice her and immediately light up.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” DK coos, reaching out a hand.
“You want to sit with me?” Seungkwan asks, already making space on the couch.
But she keeps walking.
Right past all of them.
The entire room goes quiet as her tiny footsteps carry her, slowly and silently, across the carpet.
Until she reaches the end of the couch.
Where Wonwoo is.
Still quiet. Still observing from the edge of the chaos.
She doesn’t say anything. Just stands in front of him, blinking up at him.
Wonwoo lowers his phone.
And she lifts her arms.
Not in a dramatic way. Just a simple, sleepy toddler gesture—two hands raised wordlessly, like she knows what she wants and doesn’t need to explain it.
Wonwoo hesitates.
Then leans forward and scoops her up gently, settling her into his lap like he’s been doing it for years.
She exhales, small and content, and rests her head against his chest again—same exact spot as before. As if she remembers. As if she meant to return.
No one says anything for a full five seconds.
Then—
“What just happened,” Vernon whispers.
“She passed all of us,” DK breathes, scandalized.
Hoshi stares. “Even me.”
Joshua walks in from the kitchen then, wiping his hands on a towel. “Oh,” he says, pausing at the sight. “Right. She’s fully attached now.”
Wonwoo looks up from the little girl snoozing against him.
“…She’s yours now, bro,” Joshua says with a grin. “Congratulations.”
Dinner is finally ready.
Joshua sets out the plates and calls everyone over.
“Let’s go!” he says. “Food’s hot—grab your spots!”
She’s already sitting at the table, perched on the booster seat beside him, pressed up against his arm. Her cheek is still flushed from sleep, bunny dangling off her lap.
Hoshi makes his way over and gestures to the chair beside her.
“Can I sit here?”
Before Joshua can even answer, his daughter immediately shakes her head and plants her little hand on the chair.
Hoshi freezes. “Oh?”
She doesn’t say a word. Just guards the seat like a tiny security guard.
Then she turns her head, scanning the room.
Eyes locked on one person.
“Uncle Woo.”
Everyone turns.
Wonwoo, who had been hanging back near the couch, blinks.
She pats the seat beside her. Once. Then again, more insistently.
With the softest voice, she says, “Here.”
Wonwoo blinks again. “You want me to sit there?”
She nods.
And Hoshi dramatically clutches his chest. “Betrayal.”
Wonwoo awkwardly walks over and sits down, and the moment he does, her hand grabs his sleeve like a tether.
All through dinner, she eats slowly but steadily, one hand always on him. Sometimes she rests her head against his arm. Sometimes she just holds his pinky while chewing a bite of rice.
No one lets it go.
“Hyung,” Minghao says around a bite of kimchi, “you’ve been chosen.”
“She’s imprinted on you like a baby duck,” Seungkwan says.
Joshua just laughs. “She used to follow me around all the time. Now I guess I’ve been replaced.”
Wonwoo glares at him. “This is your daughter.”
“Not anymore, apparently.”
Later that night, when most of the guests have started packing up, she’s still glued to his side.
As Joshua walks around tidying up—clearing plates, refolding blankets—he keeps glancing over his shoulder.
Every time, he sees her clinging to Wonwoo’s hand. Tiny fingers wrapped tightly around his. Following him from the dining table to the couch. From the couch to the hallway. Like a shadow.
And Wonwoo?
He doesn’t even seem to notice anymore.
He just lets her follow.
At one point, when she yawns and stumbles a little, he picks her up automatically and adjusts her against his side, one hand braced under her thighs, the other gently patting her back.
Joshua watches them from the hallway, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips.
“She's yours now, bro,” he says again.
Wonwoo rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go.
It’s one of those easy Sunday afternoons again.
Seungcheol's house, same familiar chaos. Someone’s already brought fried chicken, Mingyu’s brought wine “for the aesthetic,” and Chan is setting up a game on the TV like they won’t get distracted halfway through.
Joshua arrives a few minutes later, hand-in-hand with his daughter and her ever-present bunny.
Everyone lights up at the sight of her.
“Ayyyyy, it’s the princess!”
“Come here, baby, come give Uncle DK a hug—!”
“You missed me the most, right?”
She blinks up at the room full of extended family.
Pauses. Scans. And then?
She lets go of her dad’s hand and runs.
Not to DK.
Not to Seungkwan.
Not to Mingyu, who’s already kneeling with arms out dramatically like he’s waiting for a K-drama reunion hug.
No.
She runs straight across the room—like, full toddler zoom mode—toward the quiet figure standing near the edge of the kitchen counter.
Wonwoo blinks.
“…Oh,” he says.
Before he can say anything else, she barrels into him with all the force of a three-year-old tornado and wraps her arms around his legs.
“Uncle Woo!!”
Wonwoo freezes for a half-second.
Then slowly leans down and picks her up like it’s second nature.
“Hey, you,” he murmurs.
She tucks her head under his chin, bunny hanging by the ear in one hand. “I missed you.”
Behind them, the entire room explodes.
“WHAT?!”
“No way!”
“She didn’t even look at me!!!”
“YOU DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!”
“WONWOO HYUNG, TEACH ME!!”
Joshua is wheezing by the front door. He hasn’t even taken off his shoes yet.
“She picked him, guys,” he says proudly, clapping Mingyu on the back. “It’s over. You all lost.”
“She ran past me,” DK says in shock. “Like past. Like I didn’t even exist.”
Wonwoo, still holding her, looks slightly overwhelmed but not unhappy. She’s babbling something about the cereal she had this morning and a sticker she wants to give him later.
Joshua saunters over with a smug little grin. “Feels nice being someone’s favorite, huh?”
“She’s not—”
“Don’t even lie,” Joshua cuts him off. “She chose you and now you’re stuck. You’re gonna have to come to every hangout now or she’ll riot.”
Wonwoo glances down at her. She’s playing with the string on his hoodie, half-listening to the room’s chaos.
“…Yeah,” he says quietly. “Guess I’m hers now.”
And she? She just leans her cheek against his shoulder, completely content.
Because to her, it’s simple: She chose him. And she always will.
context: the story of how dino has to prepare for a date right after practice when he has 12 older brothers looking over his shoulder~ for the sake of the story, reader is a close friend of svt!
pairing(s): dino x f!reader
genre: pure fluff like clouds bro
warnings: none! maybe some swearing ? teasing from svt hyungs
author's notes: i love brother-teen. i love seventeen brother relationships. i love them. thats it! also, this idea was way better in my head.... whoops
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oh, poor chan was a mess. it wasn't his fault that no matter what he did that day, he was just completely out of it. unfortunately, as much as he had tried to keep it a secret, his 12 overbearing older brothers knew immediately. i mean, it's kind of hard to go under the radar of 12 brothers who had practically raised you since you were 14.
"you're tripping over yourself as if you've never danced before in your life," vernon deadpans, handing his friend his water during the break of their practice. "what's up?"
"nothing..." he grumbles, taking the bottle and practically chugging it. "how much longer until until we're out of here?"
"what, got somewhere to be?" mingyu asks, raising his eyebrow. "i don't think we have any schedules after today's practice...?"
he shakes his head, "well, i do have plans with a friend."
"what friends? you have friends?"
chan turns to his hyung, slapping hoshi on the back. "i do!"
"right..." hoshi laughs, quickly getting away from the youngest before he starts hitting him again. "our maknae is in his rebellious teenage stage again!" he announces to the world.
"i'm 25!"
"uh-huh..." jeonghan chuckles, scrolling on his phone without much belief in his tone. "so... who are you seeing? do we know them?"
chan furrows his eyebrows at him, "what?"
jeonghan tilts his head, looking up from his device. "it's pretty obvious that you're going to see someone today. and i'm guessing it's a date."
"it's... not a date," chan responds, his face turning bright red. "it's just... well, um..."
"okay, that stutter," joshua jumps right in. "we're getting rid of that. how are you going to talk to them if you can't even form your own thoughts around us? pull it together, chan-ah!"
"i am pulled together!" he argues.
"face says otherwise."
"his tone says otherwise."
and that's the best part of having 12 older brothers who had raised you for 10+ years. it's the never ending scolding, the never ending complaining, and the never ending teasing.
chan got used to it, of course.
this wasn't the first time he's had a date. he's 25, for crying out loud. but every single time he's had one in the past, he wouldn't be this... distracted. he's an idol. he's faced countless of awkward and anxious moments on stage, but this?
something about going on a date with you just threw him off.
not in a bad way, of course.
he doesn't want to mess it up - that's all.
"chan-ah's got a date!" seungkwan shouts from across the studio, quickly leaving the vicinity before he could be dragged and possibly killed by the youngest.
"so... who are they?" seungcheol approaches him with a small smile tugging at his lips. "they dance? how'd you meet? where are you guys going? are they in our industry, or did you just... find them, somehow?"
chan manages to keep his mouth shut, shaking his head whenever the others tried to also pry answers out of him. look, he's dealt with the 12 of them for over 10 years now - he can definitely keep secrets longer than most... sometimes...
"is it y/n?" wonwoo questions from the sofa, not really paying attention to the situation at hand until now.
"yah, hyung!" chan whines at the callout of your name.
"oh. my bad," wonwoo purses his lips, quickly looking away innocently.
"oOooOo"
"you are 28, hyung," chan glares over at dk.
dk shrugs, "so what? you're the youngest. we have every right to tease and make fun of you if you ever have a date."
"i've had dates!"
"right... but none of them were with y/nnn"
"hyung!"
"five years of mutual pinning, and finally you worked up the courage to ask her out..." woozi grumbles from the sidelines. "finally."
dk whistles in the distance, "you better treat her well, chan-ah~ we've raised you well these past years!"
practice finally ended, and chan was quick to be out of the doors. he changed into the clothes he brought for the date, and went downstairs to the front of the hybe building.
much to no one's surprise, the rest of seventeen was right behind him, being the nosey brothers that they are (and to basically send him off like a baby bird leaving the nest).
"you're going to be fine... right?" seungkwan asks, genuine worry in his voice.
he nods, "yeah." chan turns to the rest of his members, "don't you all have other things to do?"
"nope."
"nah."
"not really."
"ah."
the car pulls up. when it parked right by the curb, the windows rolled down to reveal you - in the drivers seat with a bright smile on your face that made chan's heart flutter.
"hey!" you greet him, then notice the rest of seventeen behind him. "is this... a farewell party, or something?"
"just making sure our maknae isn't going to trip and fall-" chan covered dk's mouth with his hand.
chan's ears were burning red, and he could feel his face reflecting that, as well. he glances at you with a bit of panic, but his heart immediately clenches.
you weren't bothered by his members at all. in fact, you were laughing proudly without shame.
ah, fuck. he's so in love, and it was so bad.
you didn't even do anything yet, and he's over here tripping over his own thoughts and his brain turning into jello.
joshua nudges the youngest member with a snicker, "close your mouth. you're going to start drooling before you even talk to her."
he snaps right back out of it, shooting a glare over at his hyung.
"y/n-ah, you better tell us all the details about our chan!"
"don't worry, i'll bring him back in one piece," you promise.
chan makes his way to the car, covering his face out of sheer embarrassment.
"you're cute when you just stare," you burst out laughing when your date climbed into the car beside you. "was not expecting a grand farewell party, to be honest."
"oh, shut up!" chan's face is flushed, covering his face with his hands. "just drive and get me away from them, y/nnie."
"right, right..." you shift the gear to drive, still giggling underneath your breath. "thought you said we're going to keep it lowkey and not tell anyone?"
"so, that's on me. i have 12 older brothers who doesn't understand the concept of subtly," he answers.
you nod along, "of course. but why do i have a feeling that you made it painfully obvious to them?"
he purses his lips, "well... i mean... does messing up and tripping during dance practice count as obvious?"
"oh my god, chan!"
"what!"
you hit him with your free hand. "can't believe you told me you were going to be lowkey about this entire thing."
"hard to be lowkey when i'm finally able to take my crush out on a date," he hums, taking your free hand and kissing it. "also, this is going to be the only time you're driving me. ever."
"we'll see about that." scoffing, you take your hand back and put it on the wheel. "why do i have a feeling that you're going to drunkenly post about this on weverse?"
"okay, no," he raises a finger at you. "i'm not that insane."
"nope, you definitely are. especially when you're drunk. you confessed to me like that."
"argh!" he covers his ears. "you don't have to remind me!"
context: when your date with vernon becomes a bit of a hot topic amongst the seventeen members in the name of content... kind of
pairing(s): vernon x reader
genre: fluff!!
warnings: maybe some swearing? its really light
author's notes: based on the going seventeen chat chat <3 this is also a really short one too/// anyways, i'm prob gonna write more going seventeen episodes because i freakin love them
seventeen and the rest of them sat in a semi-circle in a nice cabin-like area just outside of seoul, where microphones were set up and the goal for today's filming was to just... talk. the entire concept was podcast, and they certainly had a lot to yap about, that's for sure.
"vernon-ah, what did you do the other day with y/n?" seungkwan turns to his same-age friend with a wide, teasing, smile on his face.
before he could respond, dk pointed at seungkwan while laughing, "you're egging him on, too!"
"is this entire concept not a podcast?" seungkwan wonders while lifting his hands in the air. "i haven't seen y/n in weeks because vernon's gatekeeping her!"
"she's my girlfriend - obviously i'll spend time with her," vernon finally got to speak. "and we went to the movies. we're having dinner after practice, though."
"oh, if we're going to talk about vernon's relationship, i want to talk about his date that was all over the internet," mingyu jumps in quickly. "you all saw it, right? y/n was wearing this really nice outfit, and vernon-ah's wearing his regular jump suit and baseball cap."
"at least put some effort when you're with y/n, yah!" seungkwan scolds. "it took forever for you two to get together. i don't want my efforts to all go to waste!"
"but you know what was crazy?" cheol questions. "the fans were't upset that vernon was on a date. they were more upset that he was wearing a jumpsuit and his baseball cap."
"okay, now, wait a minute, wait a minute," vernon held his hands up. "first of all, it did not take forever for us to get together. it took us a regular, normal, amount of time."
"does 6 years of long mutual pinning counts as regular, normal, amount of time?" joshua wonders with a laugh.
"she did not like me six years ago, so it wasn't even mutual pinning," vernon corrects again. "second of all, i wasn't underdressed or anything. i was still back in my apartment when she called and asked me to go get a coffee with her. it just so happens to be that she had a girls' outing that same day, so she dressed up nicely. that's all. i just woke up that day, too."
seungkwan clicked his tongue, "tsk tsk... couldn't even have made an effort for y/nnie? you've been styled and have worn better outfits by yourself on your own for 10 years!"
"but you know," dk hums. "y/nnie and vernon's really cute together. like, we've known vernon for 10 years, but we still barely know what he's thinking. y/n's knew him for half of that, and knows wayy more about vernon than we do."
"that's because i share more things about myself to her..."
"she hasn't fixed the habit of buying stuff and never opening them, though," dk complains. "the apartment looks like a warehouse every time i step foot in there."
"that's because she has a spending habit, too," dino counters. "she spent 200$ on nails the other day."
"wait a second," joshua interrupts. "vernon, did you pay for it, or did she?"
"of course i paid for it. 500. i owe her that much since we're finishing late this entire week."
"god, you are so in love," dk loudly laughs. "but is it okay that we're talking a lot about her on camera?"
"y/n-ah, when you see this video, we love you," seungkwan quickly did some damage control, putting up a heart at the camera. "you should eat with us some more! you actually get vernon to talk to us when we drink."
"but you know, vernon really doesn't like spending time with us," cheol accuses.
"whoa, whoa, what?" vernon stares at his leader with slightly wide eyes. "i spend time with all of you."
"you never answer my messages!" cheol protests.
"what do you send me??"
"i always have to go through y/n to get through to you!"
context: at a family gathering, seungkwan brings his son in for an idea he had - which one of his members would his son run up to first?
pairings: dad!seungkwan x reader
genre: super super sweet fluff omg i love dad!teen
warnings: none!! just pure fluff <3
author's notes: yall writers block is no joke its so bad also (spoiler alert) i just think everyone's fav is just vernon idk what you mean
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"okay, yujin," seungkwan coos as he puts his 2-year-old son on the ground in the living room. "there you go."
the members all sat around in a semi-circle in front of the young boy, either being very excited for this unexpected test or some being very bored (actually, not really. some are just dreading this entire thing).
you watch with amusement from the kitchen, drinking a glass of water as you say, "i'm calling it now. jihoon's in the top 5 of yujin's favourites."
"what?" woozi looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. "no offence, but i barely do anything."
"exactly!" soonyoung, on the other hand, was entirely offended by your prediction. "i'm always here! i'm always bringing gifts and playing with my nephew!"
"alright, yujin, you're going to run up to an uncle, okay?" seungkwan is kneeling beside his son, helping him stay standing. "doesn't matter which one. any, got it?"
"okay," the kid nods, holding his sippy cup with one hand.
seungkwan stands up, letting his son roam around the living room space freely now.
yujin hesitates for a moment, looking at all of them for a second. then, he made a run for it towards vernon, who was sitting on the sofa.
"hey, little man," vernon immediately brings yujin up to his lap. "nice to see you."
"i am 99% sure kwan's genes are at fault for that," you laugh, knowing just how much seungkwan is attached to vernon.
"okay!" soonyoung claps his hands. "that means your genes are going to come in next, which means it's going to be me because i'm your favourite!"
you raise your eyebrow, "who the hell told you that?'
round 2.
without hesitation, yujin runs straight for seungcheol, who was sitting on the arm chair
"ah, come on!" soonyoung complains.
"oh, there is no way he actually thinks you're his favourite!" jeonghan immediately shouts.
"too bad, do you have yujin in your arms? i don't think so?" seungcheol lifts the 2-year-old into the air, making him laugh and giggle. "wah, yujin, you've grown so big since the last time i carried you!"
"okay, next time it's definitely me," dino mutters.
"nope, it's going to be me," dk argues.
round 3.
before anyone could even say anything, yujin was in hoshi's arms, giggling as soonyoung lets out the loudest sob ever.
"oh my god!"
"yah, hyung, you're going to crush his lungs!" seungkwan yells.
"oh, right. my bad," soonyoung frees his nephew from his grasp. "sorry, just had to show off to all these losers behind me that i'm the next favourite-"
"hey!"
round 4.
dino basically sobs when yujin runs up to him next, muttering and blabbering on about treating yujin out for ice cream and taking him to amusement parks... or something like that.
round 5.
yujin was in dk's hold, jumping right on top of him (or... jump as much as possible for a 2-year-old). dk was spinning in delight, happy that he managed to beat out mingyu alone.
round 6 (see - this is the problem with having 13 members. it takes forever for them to get through all of this).
much to everyone's surprise, jun was chosen next. even he was surprise, but yujin was excitedly talking in toddler talk.
round 7.
by the 7th round, yujin was gaining more hesitation as the remaining members try to call on him. he stops mid-run, looking at the members that were left (jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, woozi, minghao, mingyu)... and decided to make a run for it to woozi.
"ah, there we go," woozi smiles, taking yujin in his embrace. "about time, huh, yujin?"
the kid giggles, excitedly moving around in his arms.
round 8.
jeonghan was next, where he finally lets out a sigh of relief as he was able to beat out everyone else that was remaining.
"yujin-ah," mingyu pouts, crossing his arms. "don't forget of all the times i've had to babysit you because everybody else, including your dad, was busy. don't forget that."
round 9.
ignoring mingyu for the 9th time, yujin was in the arms of wonwoo, who runs his hands through the child's hair.
"getting tired, yujin?" wonwoo asks, his voice soft and gentle.
"hyung, stop trying to lure him to sleep" seungkwan scolds. "if he naps now, he's going to miss dinner and then he's going to throw a tantrum. so unless you want to deal with the tantrum-"
"wonwoo's just trying to make sure he doesn't run up to the rest of us," joshua has long accepted defeat, on his phone answering to his many missed messages. to be entirely honest, he doesn't come around to form a strong bond with yujin, anyways, so his expectations were very low.
round 10 (we're almost there).
with only 3 members left, yujin was especially taking his time. both minghao and joshua doesn't spend that much time with the kid in general, meanwhile mingyu was... well, mingyu was currently going through the 5 stages of grief.
"yujin-ahhh," mingyu complains, now lying down on the ground of the living room as if he's been shot in the heart five different times. "there's really only one option now."
"kwan-ah, i think you may have bad-mouted mingyu too much," vernon remarks.
"i didn't talk shit too much," seungkwan mumbles. "...oh actually..."
"yujin-ahhh," mingyu just looks... sad at this point.
for the 10th time they were doing this, yujin approaches joshua with his arms reached out. instantly, joshua takes the kid in and chuckles, glad that he wasn't entirely last out of everyone there.
"okay. what if i quit?" mingyu sits up again, a pout forming on his face. "seungkwan-ah! what did you tell him?'
round 11. two more rounds to go, and then they can all finally eat dinner.
without hesitation, yujin looks at mingyu... then goes straight for minghao, who was in the midst of talking with jun until the little kid was suddenly crashing into his legs.
"yujin-ah!" minghao's eyes widened with surprise. oh, he was entirely ready to have been last.
"hihi," the kid greets, snuggling up against the idol's leg.
"mingyu-ah, did you do something to yujin that made him hate you or something?" dino tilts his head.
"okay, he doesn't hate me!" mingyu quickly defends. "just apparently out of all these options-"
"mingyu said he would bring me candy today..." yujin finally speaks from minghao's arms, pouting over at the idol who now has his jaw dropped to the floor.
"THAT'S what made me become last in all of this?!"
Mingyu has always been tall, broad, all long limbs and easy confidence—but it’s his hands that get you.
Big, warm, possessive hands.
You notice it first in private, when there’s no one around to call him out on it. You’ll be standing in the kitchen of his apartment, phone in hand while you scroll mindlessly, and suddenly there he is behind you. No warning. No sound. Just his chest pressing into your back and his hand settling shamelessly on your ass like it belongs there—because, to him, it does.
“Mingyu,” you mumble, trying to sound annoyed while failing miserably.
He just hums, low and pleased, chin dropping to your shoulder. “Mm? I’m just sayin’ hi.”
His fingers squeeze once, slow and deliberate, like he’s testing your patience. You swat at his arm, but you’re smiling, and he knows it. He always knows.
The thing is—he doesn’t stop in public either. That’s the real problem.
You’re walking through a crowded street, fingers laced together, masks on, when you feel it. His hand slides from your waist just a little too low, palm settling comfortably against you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You hiss his name under your breath, glancing around, heat rushing to your cheeks.
“There are people,” you whisper.
“So?” he replies innocently, lips twitching. “They don’t know.”
You shoot him a look. He grins back at you—wide, dimpled, unapologetic—and gives you the slightest squeeze before pulling his hand away like he’s done nothing wrong.
He absolutely has.
When you’re out with the boys, it’s worse. They’re all laughing, teasing, talking over one another, and Mingyu’s arm is slung around your shoulders like usual. From the outside, it looks harmless. Protective. Sweet.
Only you know his hand has wandered.
You elbow him lightly, warning. “Behave.”
He leans down, mouth brushing your ear as he murmurs, “You’re the one wearin’ these jeans.”
You regret everything immediately.
Later, when you’re sitting on the sofa together, legs tangled, he’s restless. Always touching—thumb tracing circles on your thigh, fingers absentmindedly flexing like he needs to feel you just to stay grounded. When you shift to get comfortable, his hand follows, settling right back where it clearly loves being.
“You’re so annoying,” you tell him.
He looks at you like you’re his favourite thing in the world, eyes soft but dark, smile lazy. “You love it.”
And the worst part?
He’s right.
Later, when it’s just the two of you, he pulls you close, forehead resting against yours, hands finally still.
“For the record,” he murmurs, voice low and warm, “I grab you ‘cause I like you. A lot.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You grab me because you have zero self-control.”
He laughs, deep and soft, and gives you one last, gentle squeeze before kissing your temple.
Summary: Mingyu’s very public, very obvious crush on you finally gets caught at the MMA
Wc: 570
Warnings: none :)
MASTERLIST
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Of all the celebrity crushes Mingyu’s ever admitted to, yours is the one he never even tries to downplay.
It starts small—harmless, almost.
A radio interview where the host asks, laughing, “Is there any idol you’ve been watching lately?”
Mingyu doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t pretend to think.
He says your name like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
The members groan immediately. Jeonghan sighs dramatically. DK lets out an exaggerated gasp.
But Mingyu just smiles, wide, unashamed, a little boyish, and says, “I really admire her. She’s… cool. I love her music and she dances insanely well.”
Clips go viral within minutes.
Then it keeps happening.
A variety show challenge where they’re supposed to guess the song by the first couple seconds, Mingyu gets yours correct everytime.
“HYUNG,” Seungkwan yells, half-laughing, half-mortified. “At least try to hide it.”
Mingyu shrugs. “Why?”
And when Seventeen attend your concert?
He’s in the VIP section, tall enough that he doesn’t even need to stand to see you clearly. He watches the entire show like he’s studying you. Eyes following every movement, lips parted slightly, nodding along to the beat like he’s forgotten the world exists outside the stage.
Fans catch him on fancams mouthing the lyrics.
You notice him, of course. It’s hard not to.
But it’s the Melon Music Awards that changes everything.
You step onto the stage under white and gold lights, the crowd roaring as the intro to your performance begins. The arena is hyped. And from the moment the music starts, Mingyu is gone.
Not figuratively.
He’s leaning forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on you like you’re the only person in the room. He doesn’t clap. Doesn’t cheer. He just watches, completely still, like he’s afraid blinking might make you disappear.
Dino nudges him at one point. “Hyung. Close your mouth.”
Mingyu doesn’t even hear him.
When you finish, the applause is thunderous. Mingyu finally snaps out of it long enough to stand, clapping harder than anyone around him, a soft laugh leaving his lips like he can’t believe what he just witnessed.
Then comes the award.
Your name is called, and the crowd erupts.
You walk back onto the stage, stunned, hand over your mouth as you bow, thanking your fans, your producer, your team. You’re halfway through your speech when the noise suddenly spikes—cheers turning shrill, frantic, almost chaotic.
You pause, confused, glancing out over the audience.
“…Why is everyone screaming?” you laugh lightly into the mic.
The big screen behind you shifts.
And it’s Mingyu.
His face fills the screen, eyes wide, ears bright red, lips parted in pure shock. He looks like he’s just realised he’s been caught staring for far too long.
The crowd loses it.
Beside him, the rest of the group absolutely explodes—Wonwoo covering his face, DK doubled over laughing, Seungkwan yelling something unintelligible while slapping Mingyu’s shoulder again and again.
On stage, you finally understand.
Your eyes widen for half a second.
Then you smile.
Soft. Genuine.
And into the mic, with a tiny laugh, you say, “Ah… cute.”
Mingyu goes scarlet as the crowd scream even louder.
He ducks his head immediately, hands flying up to cover his face as his members scream like they’ve just won the award themselves.
On stage, you chuckle before composing yourself and finishing your speech, thanking everyone again like you didn’t just casually ruin a man’s entire existence.
