annyeong again!🤍 this is my masterlist and these are the things that you need to know! First is that i only focus on fluff and angst! And second is that my fics have no titles!
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🫧- fluff 🤍- angst
The reader gets sick and finds herself in a day with her older brothers being responsible and dramatic over her high fever.
> read here - 🫧
Your pet that gives you light in your world passes away and your brothers are their to fix your broken heart with another fluffy creature
> read here - 🫧 (a bit 🤍)
Moments with your old, dramatic, overprotective brothers
> read here - 🫧
You find yourself in a situation where you always feel like you need to be perfect no matter the days and always smile through the hate, but your older brothers make you realize that being weak isn’t a bad thing and it was okay to make mistakes
> read here - 🤍 to 🫧
After a very hectic day. Hoshi and DK decided to hold a sleepover with you that gave you warmth, comfort, and happiness in your heart
n: since i lowk suck at angst, pls say if its bad. And its very short for some reason….
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The thought of being perfect was always flooding your mind. You remembered those days where you wanted to have a simple college life
You never expected to debut in a group, where getting hate was a daily basis.
And being the only girl in a all male group was, Getting hate for being yourself.
Everything that was expected from you was
Perfection. No mistakes. No excuses
Even talking about it was hard because, you didn’t want to feel like a burden
To anyone. Especially the boys
.
You were half zoning out on that one paper that was literally screaming “Finish your work!” Until Seungcheol suddenly came in
“How is it going?” He quietly sat on the bed beside your table
Your eyes were red. Maybe from exhaustion. Maybe from crying, and maybe from staying up late at night. And of course, Seungcheol noticed
Even if your hoodie was swallowing you, even if you hid your face in your hands
He would always see it.
“Hey, what’s going on?” That broke you instantly. You hugged him tightly, sobbing and hiding yourself in his shoulder
“Let it out. It’s okay.”
The door clicked open, 12 shadows appeared behind the half opened door
The boys walked slowly in to the room, sitting beside you, and some rubbing your back
It took you a few seconds before saying “I didn’t want to feel perfect all the time”
It was short. But enough for everyone to understand
You always smiled for everything, no matter the situation. You just wanted to be strong for everyone. You only showed your strong side. Never your weak side
Everyone thought that you didn’t have a weak side.
You did. But you didn’t want anyone to see it
“Y/N-ah, nobody needs to be perfect all the time. You smile everyday as if you were superman, but we all knew that you were hurting inside— Everyone feels sad, and it’s okay because everyone has feelings of their own. And stop thinking that your a burden for asking help from us. We know you need it—“ Scoups explained
They knew you. The independent maknae who didn’t want to show weakness
But they also knew that they could help you feel like a person. With feelings
That you are not embarrased to show.
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In the past weeks. The only thing they cared about was you.
Not the schedules, not the cameras, just you
DK and Dino would gives you random hugs every hour to give some love for the day
Scoups would bring extra snacks for you after practice because he said you were getting too “skinny” the past days
Wonwoo would stick stupidly comforting words on your door to remind you about mental well-being
And The8 would bring you to his room to talk about life and drink tea on his balcony for you to talk about your life recently
The boys loved you a lot. Too much. And that’s the reason why you have a mentally good mind
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Reminder: You don’t have to always be perfect. Everyone has their limits right? - nyx🤍
You were silently sketching in your room, that one habit of yours that just made you feel busy, and peaceful while your brothers would live their life or be loud in the living room
The sketching was boring, but interesting when you draw more, and that became an addiction
Being the maknae mean’t being pampered like a baby because everyone is softer to younger people right?
And that was something that you always flex
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Scoups went to the grocery store recently, and he bought your favorite, blueberries
He knocked softly on the door and slowly opened it
“How’s the drawing?” He smiled at you holding a bowl of blueberries in his hand
“Uhmm, its doing okay…” you said simply, sketching a cat that you saw yesterday. Your eyes lit up, seeing the blueberries on his hand
He grinned at you, as if you were gonna start running for the blueberries
The sketch book got pushed away as you rushed to get the bowl of blueberries. As you got them, your bubbly smile gave it away, seungcheol melted/grinned at you after seeing your reaction
“Good?”
“Delicious!”
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As i said earlier, being the maknae mean’t being pampered, and that also includes. Your hair getting styled by your oppas
The boys got bored so they went to the mall, leaving you with byul (your dog)
When they came back, they had that one plastic bag with clips in it. Just because you kept complaining that your hair always went in your way
“Aegi-yahh” hoshi called out, already bringing the clips out
The boys surrounded you while you were still holding byul in your arms
Jeonghan started braiding your hair carefully while the others were picking out clips
It surprisingly took them a while to do your hair, maybe because your hair was a bit long
Dino got his phone from his pocket and started taking photos of you with it,
“Maknaeee, you are so photogenic” which was not wrong
They giggled while you posed for the photos, most of them praising your beauty
“She is soo cute!” Mingyu exclaimed
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Getting spoiled was often. Like everyday often
The boys feed you during breakfast, (because you were always too drowsy to eat), and they buy you anything you want
Like plushies, your fav foods, and even an expensive camera
They didn’t care that they were spending too much money, it was as long as if you were happiness
Your happiness mean’t soo much to them. Like girl, if they would see a tear on your cheek, they would beat the person who hurt you
They won’t care of they would be beaten up because of it, the boys will always have your back
So my life has been a blur rn…. Im currently in my 2nd year of college so things have been hard recently
Like i have so many things to do in a day, i need to study for upcoming midterms and i feel like a failure bc i lowk am
Please give me ideas on how to build self-esteem, like bro, im literally burning put rn that even seventeen’s comforting words are not working for sime reason
(Ik their on break rm😭😭)
Lets hope i get more ideas for ts blog and actually get rest from school…..
hiii can u do ot13 seventeen x reader angst where reader is just FULL ON crashing out bcs things arent going her way? like the whole package (crying, frustrated, yelling) stuffs like tht. thank u sm if u do it !! im looking forward <333
Out of Reach | Seventeen x 14th Member | angst
When Jeonghan opened the door, he was struck first by the overwhelming silence. Then the mess. Scattered papers, half-eaten meals, and clothes tossed carelessly over furniture created a chaotic backdrop. But what hit him hardest was Y/N herself sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, her head buried in trembling hands.
It was the sound of her muffled sobs that froze him. This wasn’t the Y/N they knew, the one who always smiled even when life hit hard. This was someone breaking, piece by piece.
“Y/N?” he called, his voice soft but laced with urgency.
Her head shot up, eyes red and swollen. There was something wild in her gaze, as if she hadn’t slept for days. “What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked, raw and defensive.
“You weren’t answering your phone,” Joshua explained from behind Jeonghan, stepping into the room cautiously. He gestured to the cracked phone lying on the table. “We got worried.”
“You shouldn’t have come,” she snapped, wiping her face aggressively with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m fine. I don’t need this.”
Seungkwan stepped forward, frowning. “Y/N, look at yourself. This isn’t fine. Your hands are shaking—”
“Of course they’re shaking!” she shouted, her voice suddenly loud and sharp. Her hands flew into the air in frustration. “Everything’s falling apart! I’m drowning, and you’re all just here, acting like showing up will magically fix everything!”
The outburst stunned them into silence. Even Seungcheol, who had been prepared to say something comforting, froze at her tone.
“I can’t—I can’t do this anymore!” she yelled, standing abruptly. Her voice cracked under the strain of emotion, and her chest heaved as if she was struggling to breathe. “Do you even know how hard it’s been? Work’s a disaster; I can’t keep up. My family keeps calling, telling me I’m wasting my life. And Yeonjun—”
The name hung in the air like a knife.
“Yeonjun left, and he—he doesn’t care! He moved on so easily, and I’m just—” Her voice broke, tears spilling over again as she gripped her hair tightly. “I’m still stuck here, like an idiot, wondering what I did wrong!”
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the floor, her cries ripping through the room. It was the kind of heartbreak they could feel in their own chests—raw, gut-wrenching, and uncontrollable.
“Y/N…” Mingyu stepped forward cautiously, crouching down next to her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes people just—”
“Don’t say that!” she interrupted, glaring at him through her tears. “Don’t tell me it’s not my fault when it feels like it is! He told me he loved me, Mingyu! He promised, and then he just… he left!”
Her words echoed in the room, heavy and cutting. She buried her face in her hands again, sobs wracking her body.
“It’s not fair,” she whimpered. “I gave him everything, and now he’s fine, and I’m—I’m a mess. I can’t even look at myself without feeling like I wasn’t good enough for him. For anyone.”
Seungcheol, no longer able to hold back, knelt beside her. He didn’t say anything at first, simply pulling her into a firm hug. She resisted, weakly pushing at his chest, but eventually, she broke, collapsing into him completely.
“You’re allowed to feel this way,” he murmured, his hand gently running over her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. “You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate the world right now. But don’t ever say you’re not good enough. Not for him, not for anyone.”
Jeonghan crouched nearby, his voice soft but steady. “You gave him your heart, Y/N. It’s not your fault that he didn’t know how to take care of it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she choked out. “He’s gone, and I’m still here, and I don’t know how to move on. Nothing feels right anymore. Nothing works.”
“Then let us help you,” Joshua said, his voice steady. He sat cross-legged in front of her, his hands resting on his knees. “We can’t erase what happened, but we can be here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“But I don’t know how to let go,” she whispered, her voice breaking again. “It hurts so much, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”
“You don’t have to let go all at once,” Minghao said gently. “Healing doesn’t happen overnight. It’s okay to take it one step at a time, even if those steps are small.”
“Start with this,” Seungkwan added, motioning to the mess around the apartment. “Let us help you clean up. It’s not much, but it’ll make you feel just a little lighter.”
“I can’t—”
“You can,” Seokmin interrupted, his tone gentle but insistent. “We’ll do it together.”
With a shaky breath, she nodded, though her tears didn’t stop. They all moved into action Mingyu and Jun clearing the trash, Dino folding her discarded clothes, and Vernon quietly taking out the recycling. Jihoon handed her a fresh set of tissues while Joshua placed a warm mug of tea in her hands.
When the space began to look more like a home again, Y/N’s sobs had softened to quiet sniffles. She sat on the couch now, wrapped in the blanket Minghao had brought her, her tear-streaked face buried in the crook of her elbow.
“It’s not fixed,” she said quietly, her voice raw. “I still feel so broken.”
“We’re not here to fix you,” Seungcheol said, sitting beside her. “We’re here to remind you that even when you feel like everything’s falling apart, you’re not alone. You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”
Jeonghan smiled softly. “We’ll carry it with you, as long as you need us to.”
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself believe them. She still hurt, and the pieces of her heart still felt scattered, but as she looked at the thirteen faces surrounding her, she realized she wasn’t alone.
Maybe healing wouldn’t happen overnight. Maybe she’d have more nights like this, where everything felt too heavy to bear. But she wouldn’t face them alone not when she had them.
You lost your dog a year ago. Losing it made you feel… lonely in a way
It felt like you lost your happiness because of it.
But of course, some people will see your sadness…
Your brothers
They saw everything, you would look more down if somebody talks about her, your wallpaper was your dog, and you would always talk about her
Even though you tried to move on from it, you just couldn’t forget the animal that helped your sadness, frustration, and lonelyness
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Your brothers have been looking for the perfect dog for you, they started digging for new dogs every single day as if they were robbing one
The day finally came the next day, when Scoups’s non-idol friend’s dog gave birth to puppies
Scoups got one of them and told the rest of the members
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The Next day
You were scrolling in your room, quiet as ever remembering your dogs day
Until a knock on the door, it was Hoshi
“Nie— how have you’ve been?” He asked her, a tiny grin of excitement on his face “Not bad” You said simply, down as always
Seungkwan suddenly walked towards you, with all of the members behind him, and Jeonghan carrying a not that small box “We have a surprise for you!” He smiled softly at her “What’s the box for?” You asked, puzzled
Seungkwan and Hoshi gave way for Jeonghan and the rest of them to come in
“Sit down” Minghao said, the edges of his mouth curling a bit
Jeonghan set the box down, and opened the top, There comes a tiny white puppy stood up, her tongue out, and her tail waging back and forth
She teared up at the sight, she looked happy, a missing soul that filled her heart fully
She picked her up, and hugged her while you were crying
“Thank you” you smiled through your tears, after a few minutes of crying with happy tears, DK suddenly yelled “Group hug!” they all closed in, squishing you and your puppy, that was still in your arms
Some kissing your cheek, and ruffling your hair. Scoups wiped the tears on your cheek and smiled at you
You gave a peck on your new puppy’s fur, and it was official!
Your half empty heart, was now filled with happiness that you waited for patiently
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