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SVT - How the Performance Unit would be as your Sneaky Link
Note from author: As a matter of fact, this one has been written in literaly 2 hours, so please bare with me if you lose the plot, because lowkey I did too. 🫶🏻🫶🏻 HipHop Unit / Vocal Unit
Summary: Perfomance Unit as your sneaky link but they end up falling in love
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ Hoshi
“What if someone walks in?” you gasp, your words dissolving into breath as Hoshi’s lips trace a slow, dangerous path down your neck.
The practice room mirror is fogged from the heat of your bodies, fluorescent lights humming above you like they’re judging every reckless decision you’ve ever made. His reflection behind you is all sharp lines and dark eyes and intent.
“It’s going to be fine,” he murmurs, barely pausing as he brushes a strand of hair away from your collarbone, clearing his path like this is the most natural thing in the world.
You let out a shaky laugh. “‘This is not very ‘let’s keep it a secret’ of you.”
SVT - How the Vocal Unit would be as your Sneaky Link
Note from author: You guys, I literally wrote this in the span of 3 weeks because winter scaries + corporate burnout + middles 20's anxiety was getting the best out of me. But ENJOY MY LOVELY MINIONS 🫶🏻🫶🏻 Performance Unit / HipHop Unit
Summary: Vocal Unit as your sneaky link but they end up falling in love
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ Jeonghan
You genuinely thought it would be brushed off.
A harmless confession, nothing more.
You’d been sweeping glitter off the salon floor when you casually told Subin, your boss, your friend, and unfortunately his sister, that you might have a tiny crush on her brother. A joke, really. A passing comment. The kind of thing younger sisters rolled their eyes at.
You did not expect it to reach him.
And you definitely did not expect that the next time Jeonghan stopped by the salon, he would lean against the reception desk like he owned the place and look at you as if he suddenly knew every thought you’d ever had about him.
“So,” he said, watching you paint a client’s nails, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “I heard you like me.”
SVT - How The HipHop Unit would be as your Sneaky Link
Note from author: I SAID THAT I AM UNDECISSIVE AND I MIGHT COME BACK SO PLEASE DO NOT THROW ROCKS AT ME FOR IT. I HAD THIS IN THE PIPELINE AND I WORTE EVERYTHING AT 2 AM ON A THURSDAY NIGHT BECAUSE I SAW A MINGYU EDIT AND IT TRIGGERENT ME. I AM SORRY GUYS, I SWEAR I DO NOT WANT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FEELINGS 🫶🏻😭😭😭 Performance Unit / Vocal Unit
Summary: HipHop Unit as your sneaky link but they end up falling in love
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ S.Coups:
Ah, yes. Those muscles were never just for decoration.
You lost count of the number of times Cheol had tossed you across the mattress in the heat of it all, careless, breathless, grinning like a man who had no idea his own strength. There were nights you nearly collided with the wall, your laugh swallowed by his mouth before you could protest. He would always mutter a half-hearted, “Sorry, sorry,” only to drag you back by the waist like gravity itself answered to him.
It always began the same way.
A meaningless night out. One drink too many. Music too loud. His hand resting a second too long on your lower back.
Then the passenger seat of his car, windows fogging, your pulse hammering in your ears as much as in your throat. His lips at your jaw. His voice low and reckless.
“No feelings, Y/n,” Cheol would murmur between heavy breaths, forehead pressed to yours, as if saying it softly made it less sharp. “I really can’t commit to anything.”
Account Closure Notice:
Hi lovelies💞, a bit of a contradictory post compared to the last one, but after some time on and off from this app, I have decided that I won’t be continuing to write on this account. I’m not saying it is forever because I am unpredictable with my decisions, but at this point in my life, it’s not something that fulfills me anymore.
It was a short period of time that this account has been open but I had a lot of fun and talked to a bunch on amazing people. However as the time passed, alongside the fact that I am at a completely different stage in my life compared to last year, I just don’t enjoy it anymore.
I can get myself to write anything anymore and it has nothing to do with my appreciation for the groups, but mostly with the fact that my view on them has moved. Don’t get me wrong, I will still forever be into Kpop, your girl has won the BTS ticket war for this year. But fanfiction is not my prime anymore.
With that being said, I am sorry that I can’t fulfill all the requests that you have sent, maybe someday but not anytime soon.
With all the love in the world, see ya around!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Hello my lovelies 💞💞💞 Hope that the new year is super fun and whimsical for all of you. This is my first time ever making an update on this account, but the amount of love that I have received here is INSANE, not even in my wildest dreams have I imaged this support.
2025 was such a crazy year for me, because I started posting here, and of boy was it a roller coaster….
One of my main takeaways from this year was that I ADORE writing, creating these fictive worlds and characters. However my true ENFP side, I like to take onto too many things at once and inevitably I burned myself out pretty bad in the end of the year. That is the reason why my content has not been “hitting” the same as per usual.
I want to highlight that this post is in NO way portraying the fact that I want to quit this account. I love what I’m creating here, and more is yet to come. But at my own terms
I will continue to take as many requests as I receive, because I like to be challenged with the creation process. But I will not have a strict schedule on my posts. I want to create because I feel inspired, not because I’m chasing a high from the feedback.
As a side note, I want to highlight that I do appreciate the feedback from the bottom of my heart. I reread comments and all the sweet messages, at least 10 times.
Thank you for all the love and support so far, and thank you to all the amazing people that I have formed friendships through here. And here it is to more delulu stories in 2026 as well.👯♀️
SVT - Concert Argument
Note from author: Hello my loves and MERRY CHRISTMAS OMGGG!!! As promised the second part of my concert series. I gotta say that I got majorly side-tracked while writing this and please be kind because I literally scrapped and restarted these ones like five times. My brain was not braining lately. The good news is that in the new year we will have biweekly posts!!!! Concert Argument: Hyung Line
Summary: Maknae Line having an argument with you before/after the concert. And yes, it is always their fault because the girlies are always right 🫰🏻
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ Dokyeom:
“It’s been, like… three weeks, babe,” you say softly, voice thin as you fidget with a crumpled piece of paper you found on the bench beside you. You fold it once. Then again. “This just isn’t the kind of pre-holiday I imagined for us.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Dokyeom answers from his makeup chair, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls through the concert’s song spreadsheet. His brow furrows. “I thought we weren’t doing Dar+ling,” he mutters, more to the room than to you.
That’s when something in you snaps, not loudly, not dramatically, but cleanly.
“Jesus, Dokyeom, do you hear yourself?” You stand up too fast, your boots scraping the floor. He turns toward you immediately, neck whipping around like he’s been waiting for impact. “I’m standing right here, talking to you, and you’re not even here. This…” you gesture vaguely between the two of you, “…this is exhausting.”
The words land hard. You see it instantly, the way his face drains, the way his shoulders stiffen like he’s bracing for something he didn’t expect to hurt this much.
hey gurl
how are u?
can you make a maknae line ver of concert argument?
love you written
sorry if something is wrong, english is not my first language
Thanks so much babe💞💞
I know I promised that I will, and it is in the works. I just got crazy busy with my 9-5, but I promise I will deliver it by Christmas the latest 🫱🏼🫲🏽🫱🏼🫲🏽🫱🏼🫲🏽
ONE SHOT: Co-workers - Minghao
Note from author: Back on my individual work for the boys. This is a sneak peek of something else that I have been working on for quite some time. Let me know what you guys thinkkkkkk. This is a one-shot based on my already finished mini co-worker series: Hyung Line // Maknae Line
Summary: Co-worker Situationship with Minghao
Warnings: None, just my delusions👀
“I think I should get a new laptop,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him. “This one overheats every time I have to share my screen.”
Your nails strike the keyboard harder than necessary, a staccato rhythm born of irritation rather than urgency. The laptop hums beneath your palms, warm in a way that feels vaguely accusatory.
Minghao is slouched against your chair like he owns it, too casual, too comfortable. One hand rests lazily on the leather back support, fingers draped as if they belong there. The other braces him against your desk, boxing you in without quite touching you.
“Maybe ask if he wants to meet for lunch?” he says easily, his eyes scanning over the email you’re typing, already reading ahead as if it’s his to revise.
You pause mid-sentence. Slowly, deliberately, you look up at him. “You know,” you say, voice flat, “I work in HR. I am not your assistant.”
He doesn’t move away.
If anything, he leans closer.
He’s dangerously close now, close enough that you can make out each individual eyelash, the faint curve where they meet his eyelid, the way his presence quietly rewrites the air between you. You’re suddenly very aware of how small your chair feels, how loud your breathing sounds in your own ears.
Mingyu Headcanons - Situationship
Note from author: I was overthinking this post, because in a very 'me' nature, I turned something that could have been my intro to smut into an angsty post. But you know what? Hell yeah, I ate with it as well, because I LIVE, BREATH AND LOVE ANGST. So enjoy girlie pops♥️
Summary: What is it like to have Mingyu as your situationship. Idol/Non-idol relationship
Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
Having Mingyu as your situationship was like walking barefoot over hot coals in the middle of winter. The first step felt almost comforting, warm, grounding, necessary, but the longer you stood there, the more you burned, until the cold crept back in and you realized you had nowhere safe to step off. That was exactly how it felt the night you locked eyes with Mingyu in the club. You knew who he was immediately. It was impossible not to. You had passed two of his billboards on the way there, his face larger than life, staring down at you like some quiet omen. And you? You were a nobody. At least, not someone who was supposed to be standing in the same room as him. He moved smoothly, so smoothly that you didn’t even notice when he made his way toward your section. One second you were laughing with friends, the next he was there, close, familiar, like he had always belonged beside you. Small talk turned into nothing talk, then into his hand lazily draped around your waist as he leaned in to ask stupid questions directly into your ear. Questions that didn’t matter, asked only as an excuse to stay close. Hours melted together. Drinks stacked. The club lights blurred. And suddenly, you were gripping the headboard of his expensive bed, the city humming somewhere far below, while he was grunting your name into your ear like it was already his to say.
Having Mingyu as your situationship meant your apartment slowly stopped feeling like home. Nights at his place doubled, tripled, until you were only going back to yours to grab clothes you’d fold haphazardly into a bag before rushing back to him. His apartment began to reflect you in small, quiet ways, two identical mugs left on the counter most mornings, coffee rings dried into the stone while you showered together. Your keys forgotten in the bowl by the door, mixed in with his. A phone charger permanently plugged in on the side of the bed you always took, even though you fell asleep naked every night, your head on his chest, his heartbeat steady enough to convince you, just for a moment, that this was safe.
But having Mingyu as your situationship was never just sparkles and soft mornings. Sometimes it was ugly. Sharp. Lonely. There were nights it hit you all at once, that to the world, and maybe to him, you were just another girl. When your messages stayed on delivered for days. When you eventually gave in, showing up at his door anyway, pride abandoned somewhere on the sidewalk. When you had to scroll past endless video edits of him with other women, faces too close to his, smiles too familiar. When you had to swallow the truth and tell no one whose bed you were in, or how his arms felt around you in the dark. And then there was that Sunday. The Sunday after the club. He sat you down, careful and deliberate, like he was reading from a script he didn’t want to memorize. “I want to make it very clear,” he said, eyes fixed on yours, almost searching for something, hope, maybe regret. “I’m not looking for a relationship. Like… not at all.” “Okay,” you said calmly, lifting your glass of water to your lips. “Okay?” he repeated, uncertain. “I hear you, Mingyu. I’m not here to beg you for a relationship just because we slept together,” you replied with a dry, practiced laugh. That was your first lie.
Having Mingyu as your situationship meant learning how to lie by default. Not loudly, quietly. To protect yourself. You lied when he said he was going out and couldn’t see you, telling him you were fine while your heart sat lodged in your throat the entire night, replaying possibilities you didn’t want answers to. You lied when you ran into him unexpectedly at a store opening, and he acted like he didn’t know you, smiling politely like a stranger. You told him it didn’t bother you, even though it shrank you down to something forgettable. “You’re mad,” Mingyu said one night, fingers absentmindedly threading through your hair. “I have no reason to be mad,” you replied, eyes glued to the TV. “Y/n…” he sighed, and you didn’t even need to look at him to picture that lazy smile. “If you have no reason to be, then why are you?” You didn’t answer. Because some truths didn’t have safe places to land.
Having Mingyu as your situationship also meant never really knowing his side of the story. You only knew what he gave you, and Mingyu was very good at keeping his feelings tucked away whenever they felt like an inconvenience. By the second week, he found himself craving your presence. It took him three more weeks to realize it wasn’t just the intimacy he missed. It crept up on him unexpectedly, when he drove past your office building on the way to a recording, the tall glass structure reflecting the sky while he knew you were somewhere inside. When he drank his afternoon coffee and couldn’t text you to come over, to sit in his lap the way you did on weekends and talk about absolutely nothing. When he sat at dinner with the members and their partners, and suddenly wished he could turn to his left and see your gummy smile there, stealing food off his plate. And when he wrote love songs. That was the worst part. Because no matter how hard he tried to keep his feelings in line, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and you never even knew he was fighting that battle at all.
Prompts for Requests
Note from author: Hello, my loves, I have gotten quite a few messages regarding a prompts list for my open requests, and I thought it would be fun to make a short list with a few prompts that I have gathered from different books, other stories, and TikToks 👀. I gave a few pointers regarding how I would use these prompts, story wise.
Groups/People that I am open to writing for: 🎞️ BTS 🎞️ SEVENTEEN 🎞️ ATEEZ 🎞️ P1HARMONY 🎞️ GOT7 🎞️ KHH Artists 🎞️ EXO 🎞️ NCT
Warnings: These prompts are not mine, I have gathered them from the internet/books, and I do not take credit for the prompts themselves.🫶🏻
🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽 PROMPTS:
Every version of my future includes you. (angst/fluff)
I’d go through all the pain and failed relationships again if I knew you were at the end. (angst/big time yearn)
My spirit felt your gravity before my bones could understand the pull. (angst/piece of life)
The thought of you never collects dust. (impossible love/idol au)
In every lifetime, I have chosen you. (angst/fluff)
My soul ached for you, even before I met you. (angst/idol au)
Your presence rewrites the way my heart beats. (fluff/piece of life)
I only notice the seasons change from the clothes you wear. (fluff/piece of life)
I believe that if I were to die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth, I would hear your footsteps. (angst/impossible love)
You live in the quiet corners of my mind, where even silence remembers your name. (idol au/angst)
My world is colored by the spectrum of your existence. (fluff/piece of life)
You don’t realize it, but I measure time by you now: before you, after you and everything I never knew I needed, in between. (idol au/fluff)
My soul craves the memories we have yet to create. (yearning/ impossible love/ idol au)
The deeper I fell, the more I wanted to treat your heart as if it were my own. (angst/impossible love)
I look at you, and I’m home. (fluff/piece of life)
You’re in my dreams, that’s why I sleep all the time. (yearning)
I will love you till the oceans run dry. (angst/fluff)
The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? (impossible love)
You make me feel like myself. (fluff)
In the future, if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again, fall in love with me. (angst/piece of life/impossible love)
Break my heart, break my heart a thousand times if you like, it was only yours to break anyway. (angst/idol au/fluff)
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. (fluff/idol au)
Whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same. (angst/yearning/ idol au)
My heart is yours, please never give it back to me. (angst/fluff)
I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn’t be bored. (fluff/idol au)
Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight me. Come home and break my heart if you must. Just come home. (angst/piece of life)
She is half of my soul, as the poets say. (angst/drama)
I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. (angst)
I’m not a religious person, but sometimes I think God made you for me. (fluff)
There is my heart, and then there is you, and I’m not sure there is a difference. (angst/yearning/piece of life)
SVT - Concert Argument
Note from author: Oh, woowww, another angsty/argument-related post??? 👀👀👀 Who would have thought??? On a more serious note, thank you babes for keeping up with me, I know that for the past few months I have been extremly bad at posting, but I am trying to get back to it, because I love it. Hope you will enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.♥️♥️ Summary: Hyung Line having an argument with you before the concert. And yes, it is always their fault because the girlies are always right 🫰🏻 Warnings: None, just my delusions 🤟🏻
1️⃣ S.Coups:
You and Cheol fought like every couple, but you two always managed to add a little extra heat. The slammed calls, the texts sharper than they needed to be, tiny sparks that sometimes lit up into something bigger when nerves were high.
Now he was backstage, minutes from opening night. The hum of the crowd pressed against the walls like a heartbeat. He’d done this a hundred times, but tonight the argument sat heavily on his shoulders. He’d called you ten times in the last two hours. No answer. Location off. His thoughts ran in tight circles.
A tech clipped the last cable into his in-ear pack. Out of the corner of his eye, movement. He turned, and there you were, leaning against a metal pillar, arms crossed, watching him.
“Babe…” It came out small, like he’d set it carefully on the floor.
You pushed off the pillar with a sigh that carried the whole fight and set it down between you. “Hey, petty boy.”
He almost smiled. Almost. The staff tried to gather his cables as he stepped toward you, dragging two of them like confused ducklings.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, voice low, eyes searching your face like it might vanish.
“I know,” you said softly, hand lifting to touch his cheek before you caught yourself. “You have to go.”
I know you had stated that request are open… I was wanting to send one in. However, I wanted to ask if there are things that you aren’t comfortable and interested in writing? I note that many people aren’t always comfortable in writing certain things, so I wanted to ask what yours were! I also want to respect your boundaries and make sure that you aren’t uncomfortable. :) I don’t think my request are bad but, as I said, I wanted to check in with you about that.
Have an amazing day!
That is so sweet of you to ask. 💕 To be fair, I am pretty open to any type of request, but I got to say that I am not that good at smut, so I think this is the only type of category that, as for now, I am not necessarily that keen on. But I will definitely expand my skills into that as well in the future. As you know me, I LOVEEE a good angst, yearning, and anything that would give you that hole-in-your-heart type of vibe, but I am leaning into "piece of life," and fluff works nowadays as well. I am open to pretty much everything, and I hope that I can expand my palate a bit more in the near future.
Hoshi Headcanons - Supportive Boyfriend
Note from author: Back on track with being consistent with my new ways of writing. Thank you for the love on the first one, you guys are AMAZING. Enjoy this one while our boy is serving the country.💕
Summary: Headcanons on what is would be like to have Hoshi as your supportive boyfriend.
Having Hoshi as your boyfriend means that once your Asia tour gets announced, you practically have to wrestle him to stop him from buying barricade tickets for your own concert in Seoul. “Babe, you’re being irrational,” you say, massaging your cleanser over the heavy eye makeup you’d been dying to take off the entire ride home. “Hey…” he calls back, soft but determined, raising his voice slightly so it can compete with the sound of the water hitting his back in the steamy shower. “Everyone already knows we’re dating. It’s not like anyone will faint from shock when I show up to support my girlfriend.” His words come out in a blur as shampoo slides down his face, making him blink furiously. “We literally have a whole box section for family and friends,” you remind him, splashing water onto your face. “Right. And I guess you’ll seat me with the people you don’t care about,” he mutters in a wounded, sarcastic tone before dramatically turning his back to you. You roll your eyes. “You’re impossible.” “Impossible and in love,” he counters, voice echoing smugly from the steam.
Silence please, one of my favorite authors has risen from the ashes like a phoenix 🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️ God, you're back, I missed you 🙏🏻 I don't want to sound intense (impossible) BUT I MISSED READING YOU SO MUCH PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANYMORE **crying**. Seriously, how nice to have you back darling 💕✨️
Not me literally disappearing for another month after you sent this 👀👀👀. But I am HERE NOWWW, I promise this time. Thank you for all the love. I pinky swear that I am fully back on focusing myself on these works again, because tell me why I was trying to gaslight my OWN. goddamn self into thinking that I should step back from writing???!! Yeah, freaking stupid, buttt, we live and we learn
Seungcheol Headcanons - Ex Boyfriend
Note from author: As I come back from a small retirement, I decided that I want to try to focus on more individual works for the upcoming time, as I feel that I need to do something different. Hope you guys will enjoy it, please bear with me as I try a few different things as we move forward. And for the first time ever, I have open request for any works. ♥️
Summary: Headcanons on what is would be like to have Seungcheol as your ex-boyfriend.
Having Seungcheol as your ex-boyfriend means having the fight of your life, the kind where, besides reckless words, a few objects from the room tend to take flight as well. “Stop fucking screaming,” you say, pressing your trembling hands over your teary eyes. The kitchen falls into dead silence. You lean against the edge of the wooden table, your legs tangled awkwardly around the uncomfortable chair. Cheol sits across from you, slumped on the cold marble tiles. His back rests against the too-expensive kitchen cabinets, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “I’m fucking screaming because you never understand me,” he fires back, his voice cracking midway. He pushes himself off the counter with too much force, the sound of a mug shattering against the floor following him as he storms out of the room.
sighhh I miss you….
But in all honesty I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself! Also, I hope you’re being kind to yourself.
:) have an amazing day or night (whatever it is when you see this)
Awww thank you so much!! I know I said like 3 weeks ago that I am back, but life happens and to be honest I really needed a mental break.
But now I am fully back, already working on some new things. As for upcoming things, I am already working on leaning towards more individual member works, to change the pallet a little bit.
But thank you love. It always makes me feel extra special when I get messages of this kind😂😂💞