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SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026 E-Magazine

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SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026

Spring is here and it's just right time for you to walk in the world in which your favorite writers planted seeds and now the flowers blooming, waiting to be appreciated by their readers!

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Beneath The Blushing Bough

🌸Written by @selenophy-scribbles

Branch: Poem

Florist Shop Owner

🌸Written by @monstacheol

Petal: Choi Seungcheol x Reader Branch: Romance, Fantasy, Slice of Life Engraving: Seungcheol, who closes his shop early to go see the cherry blossom and ends up falling in love with the mysterious reader. Root: It is inspired by writer's favorite anime as a child that will eventually be a full story in the future.

The Serenity of Cherry Blossom

🌸Written by @selenophyyy

Petal: Xu Minghao x Reader Branch: Romance Engraving: Surrounded by cherry blossoms, Minghao meets a stranger in a tranquil park, bonding over art and the fleeting fragrance of spring. A year later, they reunite under the same cherry blossom tree, realizing their feelings endured beyond seasons. Returning together each spring, engraved with countless memories dipped in love, culminating in a confession and first kiss beneath the petals, promising lasting serenity and togetherness.

Ellery on Crafting the Heart of All That I Need

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Petal: An Interviewer with @cherryberrycheol Branch: Interview Engraving: Interviewer is Ash - @selenophyyy

When Our Pinkies Meet Fate

🌸Written by @woozilovespinkunderwear

Petal: Kim Mingyu x Reader Branch: Romance, Smut (MDNI) Slow Burn, Royalty AU, Historical AU, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Promise, Jealousy, Yearning, Mutual Pining, Drama, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Coming of Age, [NSFW] Engraving: A childhood promise between a crown prince and a noble girl was never meant to be serious—except Mingyu took it to heart. Years later, as suitors surround Y/N, he quietly sabotages every proposal, unwilling to let her go. When she calls their promise childish, he’s forced to finally confess under a thousand lanterns.

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𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Choi Seungcheol x Reader

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: Romance, Fantasy, Slice of Life

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼: 678

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Every season, Seungcheol always closes his shop early to go see the cherry blossoms, but somehow he ends up falling in love with the mysterious reader.

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: First, all credit to the banner goes to @selenophyyy. Thank you and this was inspired one of my favorite studio ghibli anime as a kid and hopefully this will eventually become a full story in the future.

Featured in the SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026, which is hosted by @svt-magazines.

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ℱ𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒪𝓌𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒮ℯ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽ℯℴ𝓁, who owns the tiniest, most charming shop on the street, where the front window is adorned with pots of flowers of all kinds in front of the store, and several lights hanging from the outside in town.

He loves his shop without a doubt and cares for it. He cares for it like it was his own child. His shop was quite popular among the people, not because of his dashing, handsome looks and his charming personality, but because they loved the aesthetic of it. They love the comfort it brings. How warm it felt inside. To the soft neutral color of the wall. To the table and chair that were placed by the window. Young and old, they all adore his shop.

Seungcheol takes care of his flower the same way he cares for others, with the same gentleness and patience that he was always taught. Often, he would grow his flowers whenever he had the time, of course, but on some days, he would always get them from local markets, flower farms, and flower auctions. Arranging was always his favorite part; it makes him happy that others ask him to make things for them, and he happily agrees.

Birthday

Graduation

All occasions

He does it all, and the customers love it.

ℱ𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒪𝓌𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒮ℯ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽ℯℴ𝓁, who always closes his shop early every year to go see the cherry blossoms with his dear friend, Jeonghan, and take pictures. A tradition he never broke, not even once. He loves the soft breeze as the faint sweet scent carries through the air.

But what he loves most is admiring the pretty trees and watching them fall and drift off in the sky and cover the ground like pretty pink snow. It was his favorite thing since he was a kid, going with his family as he sat on his father’s shoulder. And he wants to capture it all as his camera snaps at every moment. Every tree. There were even several pictures of happy couples walking around, kids running around, and elderly people who were enjoying this moment with their grandkids. Just people enjoying this moment. And as Seungcheol continues to take pictures, his camera begins to pan to…

You

You. Standing there in front of the cherry blossom tree, with the prettiest smile on your face. And for a moment, Seungcheol lowers his camera to look at you. You were beautiful, well-poised, almost…eternal-like, as you stood there looking at the tree. Intrigued by it. And when a light breeze swept, petals drifted in the air, and he saw you reach out to catch one, and a tiny smile appeared on your lips as it landed softly in your palm.

Before he could even stop himself, Seungcheol raised his camera up to take a photo of you, and once he heard the shutter, he lowered his camera to look at the picture on the camera monitor, and there. A clear, beautiful picture of you. And a smile was brought on his face before he realized the moment he looked up, you were gone.

“Where did she go?” Seungcheol muttered.

ℱ𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒪𝓌𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒮ℯ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽ℯℴ𝓁, who scanned around in the crowd hoping to look for you and his friend, Jeonghan, noticed as he asked, “What are you looking for?”

“She… She was right there,” Seungcheol spoke as he pointed at the tree.

“Who was right there?” Jeonghan asked.

“T-The girl. You didn’t see.”

Jeonghan looked at the empty spot Seungcheol was referring to, saying that he was probably imagining things and that he lost you within the crowd before walking off.

ℱ𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒪𝓌𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒮ℯ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽ℯℴ𝓁, who resumed walking beside Jeonghan again with sad eyes, as he took one last glance at the tree. And after that day, he hasn’t seen you since, but somehow… You were on his mind every time and every moment of the day, as he looked at the photo on his camera.

You

The Mysterious Girl Who Disappeared

ℱ𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒪𝓌𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒮ℯ𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒸𝒽ℯℴ𝓁 who hope that he sees you again, just once. Until… today

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Ellery on Crafting the Heart of All That I Need

An interview with @cherryberrycheol

Interviewer: @selenophyyy Read it in the E-Magazine | Check out SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026

Q01. Could you talk us through the process of writing it—from initial idea to finished draft?

First of all, I would like to thank you for this opportunity to share a deep dive into this story that is extremely personal to me as you soon will learn. It is also my first work of this magnitude and I’m happy to share my thought processes and explain things that might be of interest to my readers.

Soooo, the initial idea was kindly requested by anon, they wanted a bff2l au. And for a while it was just lying around, collecting dust in my inbox. I couldn’t figure out what I had to offer to make it unique. Until one day I decided to tweak it a little, and it became childhood friends to strangers to lovers instead. To be completely honest, my personal experience heavily influenced their history from childhood through teenage years and into a certain point of university. And when I say 'heavily', I mean, like… it’s basically what happened in real life. So, the idea was that I had to imagine “how it would’ve played out if…”. And then I had to adapt it all to feel more authentic to Seungcheol’s character, at least to a degree, because it’s always something I strive to maintain when I write him—that believability that it’s him and not just an unrecognisable character with Cheol’s name plastered on top. I struggled with their conflicts a little because I needed some catalyst from both sides, but I figured it out after all. And so I basically had my outline in my head, and I started writing it.

Q02. Seungcheol and the reader grew up together as childhood friends. Could you elaborate on how that shaped them as individuals?

Drawing from my previous response, you can imagine that this question turns very personal and psychological to me because, ngl, I projected onto our dear reader when I wrote her. And it’s a difficult one to answer. As I sit and think about it, I come to the conclusion that maybe the most obvious influence for the reader is that she grew up quite selfish; you can see it in the way she felt jealous when she heard of Cheol’s friends coming to celebrate his birthday. She also never learned to let go of people, it comes to her with pain, and she will hold on for dear life to a person if she has to, until the last breath basically, until there’s truly no salvaging a relationship. For Seungcheol, unironically, what shaped him the most was her withdrawal from their friendship, this is when he had to leave his comfort zone and explore. I don’t think there’s any point-by-point influence they had on each other, but they are each other’s childhood until some teen years. It means you grow up thinking this other person is a part of you that will always be there until the day you die; you don’t think they will leave, not until it happens. Because you can’t fathom it, it seems impossible. It’s a special feeling, I can’t express it in words even if I were asked to do it in Russian. I don’t think I can compare it to having a sibling, but it’s the closest thing I had to a soulmate, maybe.

Q03. During their first fight, the reader throws a charging cord at Seungcheol and struggles to reconcile for a long time. Could you comment on whether the reader by nature struggles to express herself.

Yes, she does. She has always been a quieter child and you can see from a small memory I inserted that her emotional constipation unintentionally comes from her parents teaching her that expressing vulnerability to a boy is wrong for a girl. I imagine once she finds her people (maybe integrating herself into Seungcheol’s group of friends more), she opens up, expresses herself better, and learns to be more vulnerable. Of course we can imagine that Seungcheol is the catalyst for it in the future and she learns through him 🙂 

Q04. During the summer camp trip, the reader feels irritated by Seungcheol depending on her and wants to explore new experiences. Did she feel embarrassed by consistently looking after him? Do you think the teenage hormonal phase also plays a significant role in how she expresses herself?

I guess so, a part of it was embarrassment. Because for the first time in her life she realised that outside her little world people don’t find it normal for a boy and a girl to be so attached at the hip, especially when you’re not a child anymore. She certainly had a “i’m not your big sister, go fend for yourself” mentality back then. It also came from the fact that she had experience going to summer camps, and there was no one to fend for her, she had to have enough courage to befriend those around her for the time being (she also fit in and always managed to find her small group of people; maybe it comes from being a girl, actually, or just her personality). And hormones—yes, she was in that stage of life where she wanted to make new friends and live her little version of a teenage TV show with some drama (aka unrequited feelings, lol) and being a babysitter for her friend was certainly not the type of drama she wanted that summer XD. 

Q05. The reader felt scared by Sophie's suggestion that Sungcheol harbors feelings for her. And later it's said that she was afraid that would ruin their friendship. Do you think she also felt scared by the idea of dating and being loved? Could you elaborate on the significance of this scene in their relationship?

YES, YES AND YES. Her fear of emotional intimacy curated her decisions and reactions. She liked the idea of romantic love because she never had it, if you like someone from a distance, it is safe. Even if you get hurt watching your crush love someone else, it is not as painful. You never put any effort into it, never dived into your vulnerability to confess your feelings, and as a result, never got rejected. And if you’re being loved in return and openly, it suddenly becomes very dangerous and scary. I think I don’t have to explain why it feels like that, I feel like many of us are avoidant like that in our attachments. As for the significance of the scene, it’s really just a turning point. It gives our reader a new perspective on what she never even considered because she lived with it her entire life. And when the world you live in suddenly gets breached and turned upside down, when you basically have the ground removed from underneath your feet, it gets scary. And she’s an overthinker, so imagine how bad it is. Just pain and suffering lol.

Q06. If in an alternative world they had talked out during the summer camp trip. Do you think being so young they would have worked out? What would have been the outcome?

Oh, it’s a good one. It may be pessimistic of me to say, but I don’t think it would’ve lasted. They are too immature and volatile in their feelings, I can’t advocate for the reader's ability to stay devoted, not in a sense that she would’ve cheated, no. She would’ve run away back then. For the same reason of being scared of being loved for real. It would’ve ruined their friendship and ended it for all, without a chance to save it.

Q07. The reader feels she's not obligated to accompany Seungcheol, leaving him all alone. How did Seungcheol feel, and how did this trip affect him as a person?

Well, imagine a teenage kid. Imagine too that he’s not very social, he only has one best friend and she decided that these new shiny things (new connections) are more interesting at the moment than this old one (him) that’s been there all her life, and there’s really nothing new to it. Of course he felt abandoned and inferior, which he expresses in those messages to his brother. For better or for worse, eventually it made him understand that he’s on his own, that he needs to be more independent socially, and that he needs to get out of his hermit comfort zone. It made him more outgoing and made him make new friends. In the long run it benefited him. Though there certainly was pain he had to go through to grow like that.

Q08. Do you also think friends are not obligated to accompany another (who struggles dealing with people) in a social setting? Should they also explore more experiences by themselves and let the quiet friend deal with their problems on their own?

The teenage me thought so, apparently. The adult me realises that teenage girl was cruel to the only person that mattered. Seungcheol certainly shouldn’t have been left to deal with everything on his own. But they were teens and couldn’t talk to each other openly about their feelings; she only found out how he felt by accident and never let him know she knew. Teenagers are often emotionally constipated. They make mistakes, unfortunately, some bigger, some lesser. Sure, Seungcheol should’ve had more courage but at that age he wasn’t ready to step out into the world. What I’m trying to say is that there should be balance. Yes, the more outgoing friend shouldn’t leave the quieter one all alone to their own devices, that is cruel. If they see that their friend is struggling, there should be help provided. But the quieter friend has to be willing to be helped at the end of the day.

Q09. After the summer camp trip, the reader avoids Seungcheol. What are your thoughts on her avoidance and what is brewing in those complex feelings?

Honestly, I can’t say much other than her catalyst is overthinking and the same old fear that we discussed earlier. I think that she let herself be influenced by her new friends too much instead of asking her best friend directly. It’s a hormonal time and she makes assumptions, unfortunately. That’s kinda really it.

Q10. Could you elaborate upon Seungcheol starting university and exploring new aspects of himself and experiences?

Since I was writing this story from the reader's perspective, I haven’t thought much about Cheol’s point of view, tbh. I think it was a stressful time for him, to come to terms with needing to adapt and leave his comfy hermit shell. And I also think it might’ve been his brother’s influence in a way that pushed him to explore and go out, make friends, go to the gym, try clubbing, etc.

Q11. Could you highlight a few thoughts on Seungcheol's first relationship?

One of his rash decisions. He went into that relationship just to be in it. Sure he might’ve liked the girl to a degree but he was still really young and only thought about the lighthearted side of it or whatever and that girl thinking of bagging him for real at that age was repellent. I think she left him scared to a degree, he certainly wasn’t ready for anything that the girl had plans for.

Q12. During this timeline, Seungcheol keeps the reader at arm's length—could you explain his thought process? What were you trying to convey through his emotional distance towards her?

She tried to keep her distance after their summer camp for a very long time. She just hurt him, he got the message, seeing that he’s not welcomed anymore. And so he distanced himself, mirroring her own behaviour back at her. What I was trying to convey is a really simple thing we often hear but totally ignore in some situations: what you give you get back. And often we don’t really like the taste of our own medicine.

Q13. The reader struggles to accept his new self—share a few thoughts on the reader's emotional turmoil and the evident change.

I think… many of us are quite conservative until we make an effort to be more accepting and have a broader outlook on things. It comes with upbringing probably, something we don’t realise until we’re forced to. For a long time the reader had this specific image of Seungcheol in her head, she saw him as someone who needed help in social situations. I would even go as far as saying it gave her a certain degree of a power trip, knowing he depended on her back then. Teenagers are often cruel because they don’t know better, they also oftentimes don’t realise they are, it’s only when looking back on it, that one learns what they did was wrong and feel shame. But I digress.

I guess she was scared he was turning into someone she wouldn’t recognise anymore, into a complete stranger. And that he would totally cease to exist in her life. The only part of her that stayed unchanged for so long, stayed familiar even if she tried to distance herself from him for a long time. And suddenly she was losing that. 

Q14. Highlight your thoughts on their first confrontation about the summer camp trip and how that evolved them.

It certainly freed up some space for new stuff between them. When this huge elephant in the room was moved out, when that torturing curiosity was somewhat fed. He doesn’t give her closure she hoped for though. The scared part of her was praying to have him say a clear no, it would’ve been so much easier to deal with that, to stay in the comfortable familiarity. A big part of writing this story was me reimagining things that happened to me and my friend. We too had a conversation where I asked him because I needed closure and I know the feeling of relief when you get a clear no. That conversation also happened to be online so we didn’t have to face each other, it didn’t have the vulnerability and didn’t require that extra level of courage that the reader needed to bring up the topic in person. Seungcheol too showcased courage when he responded truthfully. Ultimately, I think, discussing something vulnerable like this, face to face, strengthens your bond with a person. And so it opened up a new chapter for them.

Q15. What were you thinking when crafting Seungcheol's friends? Who and how did they come to know each other?

Honestly, I wasn’t thinking much when I brought them into the story, lol. I needed an external point of conflict, a thing that was indicative of his change. And the reader's perception of them changes throughout the story as you can see, along with her acceptance of his new self. At first they are strangers and she tolerates them but doesn’t see them as people she would associate with regularly. By the end of it she’s almost one of their own. Beyond the story, as she and Cheol start dating I think she fully integrates herself with his friends.

As for how they came to know each other, there’s no special story. Just needed an overall crowd that’s something unexpected when you meet them, loud and fun. Maybe if this story was bigger, like multi-chapter, I would’ve thought through this detail but not in this case. 

Q16. Could you elaborate on the significance of their village trip? How did you feel writing about them swimming, biking and enjoying their vacation?

It is basically an attempt at normalcy. All the activities they did as children every day when summer came around. It is nostalgic. But there are new things too, because they are not children anymore. Their feelings specifically (I’m looking at you, the lake scene). I think it was maybe my favourite piece of the entire fic. In retrospect I feel like I could’ve added a bit more to it but I guess I have to make peace with how it came out and adding more would’ve probably stalled the pace of the story. 

Q17. “So, no. I didn’t have some big secret crush. But yes, you weren’t entirely seeing ghosts. Just… more like echoes.” Please elaborate on this dialogue and the thoughts behind it.

As you know, he elaborates his feelings later into the story. Here he simply means that he felt things but was too young to understand them. They were both confused back then and terrified of ruining their friendship because each feared the other didn’t see them that way. Each in their own interpretation. So he would feel that thing, and then question it, doubt it, mistake it for just caring about the reader like he always did, think that it’s only because they are in a different setting that it feels so weird and unfamiliar.

Q18. Share the process and your thoughts on writing Seungcheol's birthday celebration?

Oooh, I almost made it angst. That moment his friends called him and the reader was going through this plethora of jealous feelings. I thought I would turn this entire episode into a conflict. That she would shut down, pull back and maybe Seungcheol would have to ‘chase’ her, so to speak, be the one to reach out. But I also thought that if she did that, and turned selfish again, it would’ve ruined the entire progress they made. I don’t think Seungcheol would’ve appreciated that sort of territorial showcase which is more of a tantrum really, it’s her childish part reacting in that moment, not wanting to share a place, a friend that she thought to be only her own. And so instead (after his excessive and very effective pleading) she decides to not cower from a little bit of a challenge and face it head on instead, kind of subtly reclaiming her power in a sense of “yes, you all may be his new friends but I’ve been here long before and I’m still here”. I can’t explain it in words properly even in Russian, you just have to know what I’m talking about. They have history, it may be complicated but it’s… this place is their shared home, they spent half of their lives at each other’s houses, it’s like she’s reclaiming her place in his space like that?? (You can tell that it’s one of my favourite parts because I have so much to say about it hehe.)

Q19. What does the reader feel about his friends once she gets closer to them? And did they help her step out of her bubble?

As I mentioned before, his friends were introduced as an outer means to represent his inner change. It also makes more sense when we think about the fact that people we surround ourselves with are often our mirrors, reflecting back at us. So, the more she accepts this new version of Seungcheol, the more she accepts his friends. And discovers they are not as bad as she thought they are at first.

However, I wouldn’t say she stepped out of her bubble. She’s an introvert mostly. It’s just her bubble is bigger now and slowly includes more of his friends. This is why the scene at the bar.

Q20. What were you trying to convey through showing them dancing around each other after reconciling?

They stepped into this new territory that they still don’t know how to navigate. As I said, some space was freed between them and this new thing is tentatively filling it out. But since there wasn’t a catalyst strong enough to push them to actual action yet, they are skirting around their attraction to each other that’s slowly clawing its way in. It’s basically a transition phase, they either go back to their fears and never evolve or take a leap of faith and end up together. But for now it’s this little limbo moment.

Q21. Comment on the scene of the reader getting harassed in the club and Seungcheol beating up that guy.

Yeah, so, I needed the catalyst for him to finally get it into his thick head that he wants her to be more than just his childhood friend, that he cares more than he dares to admit. Like, of course he would’ve come to her rescue anyways but it wouldn’t have been so violent. But he’s in full ‘protect what’s mine’ mode at that moment and only realises it later when any immediate danger is past and he can think about it (basically it’s what he does when they get home).

Q22. What were you thinking when crafting Mina? Does she like Seungcheol? Also, comment on the reader's reaction towards seeing them together.

Okay, I need to preface with saying that the whole bar scene is basically the reader being an unreliable narrator. She perceives the whole thing through her jealousy which she’s aware and ashamed of but first thing first. Mina. I needed the 2nd catalyst, now for the reader, so both sides finally had courage to truly confront each other about their feelings. I introduced her for that purpose alone. She’s not the villain, there isn’t one in the story really, their conflict is driven by their own turmoil. I needed a girl our reader would perceive as superior. It wasn’t difficult as she already had insecurities of her own. And the physical separation at the table was the biggest bomb that dropped. Had I sat them down together, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. But since we know these two are in their unconscious transition stage, it matters. Because the reader amicably feels like her place is being taken and so it’s a visual representation of that feeling. She just gets to observe what it’s going to be like if she misses her chance and does nothing. And sure, Mina is attracted to Seungcheol, she fails to hide it especially when the jokes begin. But she isn’t an actual threat,  in fact she’s really trying to fit in and be genuinely friendly. The poor girl just doesn’t know she made her biggest unrepairable mistake when she took a seat by Seungcheol (T_T). Seungcheol isn’t interested though, he’s just being polite and friendly to a person who’s new to the circle. And this is where the reader’s warped perception comes to play and she thinks he’s paying all his attention to Mina when in fact he’s doing his best to not disengage and lock in on her instead for the rest of the night.

And also I just like my jealousy and miscommunication tropes so much I can’t not use them when I write. I mean, as a reader I eat this shit up when it’s written well and so what I love reading I use in my own stories too lol.

Q23. What were you thinking when writing about Seungcheol's friends shipping Mina and Seungcheol together? Why didn't they see him with the reader as a possibility of being a couple?

First of all, I just needed to add fuel to the fire, needed to escalate the scene to add tension so the payoff feels better when it comes. The thing about Violet asking that question in that moment is basically her playing the devil’s advocate. At that point they were all pretty familiar with how it goes between reader and Cheol. The reader thinks she’s being all discreet and no one’s paying attention to her soured mood but girl, come on, you act all emo all of a sudden just because a new person is at the table? Violet just clocked it and decided to push and observe where it leads, this is why I write it as ‘Violet grins at the two, clearly enjoying herself’. She’s being a mischievous little ass, planting chaos :D

Q24. Comment upon their conversation when they were walking back together. How did you feel writing them to finally admit their feelings for each other? And how does this affect them as well?

I felt very excited to get to this point. It’s where some of that tension that I was building releases. I was contemplating making it the final explosion that leads to a smut scene but in the end decided against it and added another episode of them celebrating her bday in that cabin. It was also one of the scenes that I kind of struggled to finish because I couldn’t figure out where to stop, how much to say.

As for how this scene affects Seungcheol and the reader, it is by bringing clarity. It clears some air between them. Now they finally know what they feel in this very moment, not just what it was in the past.

Q25. Share your thoughts on writing the reader's birthday and stay with only two of them in the house.

This was also a scene I was deciding on as I went. For a moment there I really thought about making it a friend group thing where he invites maybe a mix of his and her friends behind her back. But I figured that having this intimate connection one on one would be more important and beneficial to the story. It was also a great chance to add more of that giddiness and excitement and some overthinking and worry, just delicious. And that ‘oops, there’s only one bed’ trope just to corner the reader with no way out. Our man was strategically prepared for every and any outcome 😂😂I don’t think backing out of this was really on the menu lol.

Q26. They finally get together during this stay. What were you thinking about when writing their union as a couple after being friends for years?

I was really trying to make it as vulnerable and intimate as possible. I usually don’t write first timers and virgin characters. But it felt very fitting to make it the way I did. It just makes the scene even more significant for their couple specifically. Theirs isn’t the occasion for a passionate and hot scene. Later they may explore that but I felt like something built on years of friendship so complicated deserved special attention and care.

Q27. Seungcheol and the reader were always scared to cross the line in fear of ruining their friendship but eventually end up together. What is your advice to your readers struggling with having a crush on their long-term best friend?

I’m certainly not the person to give advice on this topic. My characters are. In reality, my friend gave me a definite no when I asked him whether there was anything back then. I don’t have any way of finding out if his words were true. What I understand is that the truth was irrelevant at that point. And it’s even more irrelevant now when he has a full life of his own. In my case I will never find out “what if”. I’m not sure there even was an “if”.

I am the person who was too afraid to find out if there was anything, who pulled away and tried to get her friend back but it never happened because in reality my friend wasn’t as lenient as Seungcheol in my story. So we still drifted apart, got stuck in that phase of sending happy birthday wishes to each other every year and that’s it.

Q28. How did the mud cake childhood memory come about? What were you thinking writing it?

It’s simply an actual childhood memory of mine, there was a big puddle by my friend’s house, a dent in the road I think and it always collected water after rain. We used to play in it, just walking through it barefoot, playing with mud cakes. Even now that spot still gets flooded though they evened out the road and covered it in asphalt a year or two ago in our village.

Q29. Seungcheol and the reader contrast each other quite significantly. What are your thoughts on them as individuals and as a unit?

I think they compliment each other nicely as a unit mostly because even though they changed as they grew up, there’s still the core of them both that they are familiar with and therefore know how to work well with each other. One could say they are a case of ‘opposites attract’ but I don’t really see them as opposites, not in the sense of they are so different they are polar. More of two sides of the same coin as it flips in the air before it lands? Because if you look at them closely, they kinda swap places as they grow up. And this is my thoughts on them. 

Q30. How did the journey of writing All That I Need impact you as a person and a writer?

It was… a therapeutic experience for me as a person. I literally went through my childhood and teenage years through the middle of my uni to pull this story together. It was challenging too, because it meant revisiting things I buried long ago and some of them I thought I made peace with but only realised that you can’t always do that, sometimes you can only put something to rest in the darkest corner and try not to revisit it too much and just move forward.

For me as a writer this story became another learning experience. I’ve never written anything so heavily based on my personal experience (even though it’s only like ⅓ of the fic). It was fun to include some things as they were and some things absolutely reimagined and some tweaked for the sake of the story and setting. It was a challenge to write something almost 40k words long and fill the word count with enough events and details and have proper character development but also not make the story drag on for too long.

Q31. What do you think about the response of your readers to this story?

Oh I think the response was great. I’m still a little mad I wasn’t able to post this fic as a oneshot and had to divide it into two parts but overall I’m really happy with people’s reactions. There were so many comments and reblogs with comments, I was literally grinning like a fool at every single notification. Made me think I should write more plot-heavy or character relationships-heavy fics. Smut is fun and all, and it’s exciting to see people dying over all the obscenities I write but making people sympathise and worry about characters’ relationships is even more fun!🤭

Q32. What are your plans for future projects in 2026?

Ooohh, there are plenty of things that I want to write of course. If I start recalling them all we’ll never finish this interview, honestly. But the main issue is figuring out how to balance my work and my hobbies because right now I don’t have any energy for the latter. 

Just to give you something I will say that I do owe a pt.2 of Loser to everyone who gave it so much love. And I honestly thought I would be able to write it over the long weekend I had right now (Apr 18-21) but seeing as it’s 20th already and I haven’t even opened the doc it’s certainly not happening. I really hate it when life gets in the way. I didn’t get to do what I wanted and neither do I feel rested. Like 0%.

There’s a Mafia AU that I remember was voted 2nd on my old poll back in November. I am yet to rework it, it’s literally my Roman Empire, I think about it at least once a week. I’m stalling it mainly because I can’t decide how angsty and dark I want to make the story. I have a difficult relationship with angst in the context of Seungcheol.

And of course there are smaller things I might write without much of a plan as inspiration strikes.

Ellery, also known as @cherryberrycheol is a 28 years old writer, who mostly writes Seungcheol centered fanfictions but also writes of other other members of SEVENTEEN quite often. She has currently written 25 works.

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When our pinkies meet fate

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Summary: A childhood promise between a crown prince and a noble girl was never meant to be serious—except Mingyu took it to heart. Years later, as suitors surround Y/N, he quietly sabotages every proposal, unwilling to let her go. When she calls their promise childish, he’s forced to finally confess under a thousand lanterns.

Genre: Romance, Smut (MDNI)  Slow Burn, Royalty AU, Historical AU, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Promise, Jealousy, Yearning, Mutual Pining, Drama, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Coming of Age.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral, Penetration, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics, Public sex (kind of),Possessive Behavior, Angst, dom!mingyu x sub!reader, 

Wc: 5.9k

A/n: This was so so fun to write. (IGNORE THE SMUT PART. THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING) First issue for our magazine and I am so excited to share my piece.

And thank you @selenophy-studio for making this cute banner🩷🩷

Featured in the SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026, which was hosted by @svt-magazines .

Read it in the E-Magazine

Y/N knew she never really belonged from the moment she was of the appropriate age to grasp her position relative to the others in the palace hierarchy. The palace was more than a series of rooms with polished floors and golden doors. It was a force to be reckoned with—the home of kings and the place of power and prestige she could never fully share. Nor did Y/N feel like she belonged as a child, not with the way people talked softly as members of the royal family walked by, not with the way people smiled too nicely to be real. Yet she was close enough to touch—but separated from the throne by her very birth and background.

That had been precisely why meeting Prince Mingyu was so terrifying.

At seven years old, she had been standing in the eastern courtyard, her nervous hands twisting at the fabric of her sleeve as she waited to be presented. She had bowed so low when the crown prince came, escorted by attendants and advisors, that she nearly stumbled.

“I am Y/N of House—” she started, her voice quivering.

“You're going to hurt your neck if you keep doing that.”

The voice, however, was calm, curious rather than commanding.

She looked up in surprise.

Mingyu was not what she had expected.

He was a tall child for his age, dark hair hanging loosely over his eyes, which sparkled with intelligence, wearing robes far too ornate for a boy who looked so… ordinary. Not cruel, exactly, and certainly not distant. Just a boy who was more interested in studying her expression than in proclaiming his own importance.

“I’m the prince,” he went on, angling his head, “but you don’t have to look as though you’re about to faint.”

Her cheeks were burning. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,”

"Don't call me that," he replied immediately. "Call me Mingyu."

She hesitated. “I… can't”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the crown prince.”

He frowned as if she had said something unreasonable to him. 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

Friends.

Never had anyone proposed anything like that before.

Over the following years, Mingyu proved himself to be serious.

He pursued her relentlessly.

Whenever his tutors in court would dismiss their classes, he would show up at her side. Whenever his dinners at formal banquets were a bore, he'd slip out and look for her elsewhere. And whenever nobles whispered to him about suitable future alliances, he ignored them and spent afternoons racing her through palace gardens instead.

She was only a noble daughter to the rest.

For him, she was just Y/N.

The person who laughed at his jokes.

Who had listened when he'd vented about those etiquette lessons

The one who, upon noticing, kept silently by his side when he felt overwhelmed.

Sometimes, she wondered if he even remembered that he was a prince.

The promise happened on one afternoon in late summer.

They were ten in number.

The magnolia tree beside the west wing was in full bloom, its petals drifting lazily in the air. They sat beneath it, backs against the trunk, parchment and ink scattered between them. Mingyu was tasked to practice his calligraphy. Y/N had volunteered to help.

Actually, he was procrastinating.

"This is impossible," he muttered, staring at his crooked characters. "Why does everything have to be perfect?"

She smiled softly. “Because someday you’re going to be king.”

He fell silent at that.

“I don’t want to,” he replied after a moment.

She faced him. “What?”

"I don't want to marry a person that I don't know. I don't want people deciding my life for me.” He hesitated, then added in a small voice, “I don't want to lose you.”

Her heart hiccupped.

“Mingyu…?”

He picked up a piece of parchment and, with fumbling fingers, attempted to fold it. 

“If we promise to marry each other, they can’t force us, right?”

She stared.

“Marry…?”

“Yes.” He set the lopsided paper crown on her head. “Then you’ll be my queen.

She felt the heat rise to her face. 

“That’s silly.”

"Is it?"

She looked at him.

Really looked.

In seriousness gone in his eyes, in the vulnerability he did not even try to veil, in a waiting-like-it-depended-on-more-than-anything-else attitude that was all his.

So, she held out her pinky.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I promise.”

He interlaced his finger with hers as a wave of relief washed over his features.

“I won’t forget,” he whispered.

She believed him.

She just didn’t know how right that would be.

Time did not change the palace.

It only changed them.

When she had finally turned nineteen, she had learned how to walk through marble halls without appearing to be lost, how to smile correctly at people who assessed her as if she were a prize to be won, and how to sit through innumerable banquets without appearing tired. The years had molded her into the perfect picture of refinement and poise, as if she were the very epitome of her family's name.

However, Mingyu had undergone a transformation

He was no longer the boy who climbed trees and folded paper crowns.

He was the crown prince.

Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, and impossibly handsome in his formal robes. When he entered a room, conversations softened automatically. Ministers stood up. Nobles bowed. Even seasoned diplomats measured their words.

And yet…

But with her, he was still Mingyu.

At least, he tried to be.

They sat together in the palace library, where sun filtered in through the high windows, spilling down onto the long tables of wood. They had books opened on the table between them, but neither was reading recently.

Y/N appeared to be reading a historical text.

Mingyu was pretending not to stare at her.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said, turning a page.

“So have you,” he replied.

“That’s because I'm studying.”

He huffed softly. “You’ve read the same paragraph three times.”

She stopped, “You noticed?”

“I always notice,” he said, before thinking.

He quickly looked away.

Her lips were slightly curved. “You’re being strange again.”

“I’m not”

“You are.”

He shifted in his seat. “Am I not allowed to be strange now?”

"You’re allowed," she said softly. "I just want to know why."

He never replied.

For how could he tell her that every time he looked at her, something in his chest tightened?

The way she laughed, the way she fixed her hair behind her ear, her confident conversation with diplomats and politicians—all of this reminded him of the fact that she was becoming a young woman the whole court would want.

Someone he might not be allowed to keep.

The first proposal was received two weeks later.

It came in the form of a letter, well-written and bearing the crest of House Kim.

She found out during afternoon tea.

Her mother’s eyes sparkled with barely suppressed excitement. "They are very respectable." She added, "And their eldest son is well-educated.”

Y/N almost dropped her cup.

"Proposal?" she echoed faintly.

“Yes, dear. It’s time.”

Time.

The word resounded within her brain.

She walked in a daze that evening through the gardens, hardly aware of the chill in the breeze or the lanterns as they flickered into life.

She called, "Mingyu," as she caught his figure near the pavilion.

He turned around at once.

One look into her face and he knew.

“What happened?”

She hedged. “I got… a marriage proposal to my family.”

Silence.

Pure, stifling silence.

"From who?" he asked more cautiously.

“House Kim.”

His jaw tightened.

“Ambitious,” he grumbled. “Their son is arrogant.” 

“You’ve never met him.”

“I know his type.”

She frowned. “You’re being unfair.”

“Am I?” he snapped, then caught himself. 

“I mean… you deserve better.”

Better than what

Better than him?

The thought constricted his chest.

And more came forward during the weeks.

At banquets.

In ceremonies.

Informal functions and parties.

They bowed to her.

Complimented her.

Tried to impress her.

And Mingyu watched.

Every

Single.

Time.

He stood beside her, posture perfect, expression unreadable, eyes dark with something dangerously close to jealousy.

When Lord Park praised her about her intelligence, he told him about the recent political scandal that involved him.

When Count Seo asked her to have tea, Mingyu schooled him on royal etiquette.

When the other aristocrat sought to monopolize her attention, Mingyu casually positioned herself between them.

Casualty

Politely

Territorially 

“Do you have to do that?” she whispered one evening.

“Do what?”

“Scare everyone away.”

“I’m not”

“You glared at Lord Min for five minutes.”

“He was standing too close.”

She looked at him in astonishment.

Possibly.

But he couldn’t stop.

Mingyu was alone, seated in his chambers, looking at the moon through the windows, which were quite tall.

He still remembered her pinky promise.

Her small hand in his.

Her soft voice said, “I promise.”

What if it meant nothing to her?

Had it just been of importance to him?

He placed his hand on his chest.

“Don’t forget,” he whispered to the empty room.

“Becuase I didn’t”

By the time summer was in full swing, Y/N was exhausted.

Not physically, of course—but emotionally, certainly. Every week, another invitation, another letter, another optimistic family exploring the possibilities. She smiled and said no, whenever possible, politely, but also listened patiently to her parents' explanations that this was the way the world worked.

What she hadn’t expected, however, was Mingyu.

More specifically, she hadn’t anticipated that he would be such a problem.

He was everywhere.

When she was invited to a luncheon, he was at her side.

If she were to walk through the garden, he somehow found her.

If she talked to a nobleman longer than one minute, Mingyu immediately became part of the conversation.

Always polite.

Always calm.

Always impossible to ignore.

At first, she thought that she was imagining it.

However, after the fourth “coincidental” interruption that week, she couldn’t deny it anymore.

She finally confronted him on a quiet afternoon in the inner garden.

The location was almost deserted, and it was shaded by very tall trees and a small stream. This was the location they used to hide as kids whenever they wanted to avoid their tutors.

Now, it felt heavier.

“Mingyu,” she called.

He stopped walking.

“Yes”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “I'm not.”

“You are,” she said insistently. “Every time I try to speak to you properly, you disappear. And every time I want to speak to anyone else, you appear.”

He looked away.

“That’s not true.”

“Then explain.”

Silence.

The sound of the water trickling softly filled the space between them.

“I don't like them,” he finally muttered.

“Who?”

“The men who keep circling you.”

She crossed her arms. "That's not your decision."

"I know," he snapped. And then, quieter, "That’s the problem."

Her chest tightened.

“Mingyu… what is going on with you?”

He clenched his fists at his sides.

How would he tell her that every smile she gave another felt like a knife?

How could he confess that, each night, he lay awake and imagined a future where she belonged to someone who wasn’t him?

She breathed slowly. “Look. I know things are changing. We’re not kids anymore.”

His heart sank.

“But you’ve been acting like…” She tried to think of the right word. “Like you’re angry at me.”

“I'm not angry at you.”

“Then why does it feel like you are?”

“Because I’m terrified,” he thought.

Instead, he said nothing.

Frustration had been brewing inside her

“You know, maybe you’re holding onto things too tightly,” she said, more sharply than she meant to. “Like that promise we made.”

He stopped.

Her stomach fell slightly at the sudden pause, but she continued.

“That was years ago. We were children. It was just a childish promise.”

The words echoed.

Childish

Promise.

Just.

He felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath him.

“…Just?” he repeated quietly.

She hesitated. “I didn’t mean—”

“Did it mean anything to you?” he asked.

She opened her mouth.

Closed it.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted. “We were ten, Mingyu. We didn’t understand anything back then.”

He laughed softly.

It was a broken sound.

“I did,” he said.

She looked up at him.

His eyes were dark, unreadable, full of something dangerous, close to hurt.

"I recognized that … I didn’t want to lose you," he added. "And I still don’t."

Her breath caught.

“Mingyu..”

“I know it’s stupid,” he went on quickly. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. I know you deserve choices and freedoms and everything I can’t promise you. But don’t tell me it meant nothing”

“I never said that,” she whispered.

“But you implied it.”

Silence resumed between them, this time more oppressive.

That night, Y/N couldn’t sleep.

She would lie there staring at the ceiling and thinking of what he said.

“I still don’t want to lose you.”

Was he really carrying that promise on his back the whole time?

Meanwhile, Mingyu was on his balcony, gazing at the same moon.

For the first time in years, he wondered whether he had been loving her alone.

The Festival of Royal Lanterns was meant to be a celebration.

Once a year, the palace became an ocean of light. Thousands of lanterns were threaded through courtyards and onto balconies, glowing softly against the night sky. Musicians filled the air with soft music, and nobles dressed in their finest silks came to socialize under shimmering banners.

It was a night of happiness for most people.

For Y/N, this was torture.

She stood beside her parents near the main pavilion, hands folded neatly in front of her, smile carefully practiced. On the surface, she looked composed and elegant, just as a noblewoman should.

Inside, she was coming undone.

Across the courtyard, Mingyu sat on the elevated royal platform beside his parents, posture perfect, expression composed. He laughed at the right moments, nodded when ministers spoke to him, and accepted greetings with nothing but effortless grace.

He did not look up at her.

Not once.

And that hurt more than all his jealousy ever had.

Since they'd argued in the garden, something had shifted between them. He'd grown distant-polite and respectful, and unbearably formal. No more catching her eye and holding it. No more quiet conversations. No more walking beside her without thinking. 

It was as if I was losing him slowly.

“Y/n”

She turned to find Lord Jang standing beside her, with a bright smile on his face.

“I was hoping to speak with you tonight,” he said. “May I?”

She tried to nod her head. "Of course."

They walked towards a quieter area of the courtyard, far from the central crowd. Lanterns were floating above them, and they illuminated the pathway with a certain kind of glow.

“You look lovely this evening,” he said.

"Thank you," she answered reflexively.

He paused, then said, “My family is very interested in strengthening our ties with your family. I was wondering if you might consider—”

Such words she barely heard.

As she felt it.

A presence.

She glanced up.

Mingyu stood at the edge of the platform, looking directly at them.

His hands were clenched at his sides.

His jaw was tight.

And his eyes—

They were full of something dangerously close to desperation.

Mingyu hadn’t planned to do this.

He had vowed to himself that he would behave. That he would be mature. That he would respect her choices, even if those choices destroyed him.

But watching another man lean close to her, hearing her soft laughter, seeing her look at someone else the way she used to look at him—

It broke something.

He suddenly got up to his feet.

The sudden movement called for attention.

Ministers stopped talking in mid-conversation.

Nobles turned.

The music softened.

Down the platform and across the courtyard Mingyu came before anyone had time to raise a hand.

Straight at her.

"Y/N."

She started.

“Mingyu?”

"May I speak with you?" he asked.

He sounded courteous.

His eyes were not.

Lord Jang faltered. “Your Highness, I was—”

“I'll be back in a minute,” Y/N said in a hurry, noticing how much tension was in the room. “Excuse us.”

She followed Mingyu down as he led her beneath a cluster of lanterns near the central fountain.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I tried not to, I really did.”

“Tried not to do what?”

“I love you.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

He fully turned to face her.

People around them had begun to take cognizance.

Whispers spread.

But he didn’t care anymore.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he continued. “I never stopped. Not for a day. I thought I could hide it. I thought I could let you go if that’s what you wanted. But I can’t.”

 Her eyes stood out.

“Mingyu, everybody is watching—”

“Let them.”

His voice fluttered.

“I know I am selfish. I know I am risking everything, but every part of watching you choose someone else hurts more than any form of punishment I could face.

He took a shaky breath.

“That promise wasn’t childish to me. It was my future. You were my future.”

There was silence in the courtyard.

Lanterns flickered.

All music had ceased.

All the eyes were on them.

The workpage.

Y/N felt the world shrink to just them.

“You… you’ve been suffering alone?” she whispered.

He nodded slightly. “I didn’t want to burden you.”

Hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes.

“You idiot,” she whispered.

He blinked. “What?”

“You should have told me”

She drew closer.

"I was confused. I didn't know what I felt. But hearing you say this… knowing you've loved me all this time…"

She reached for his sleeve.

Her fingers shook.Mingyu… I think I’ve been in love with you too. I was just too scared to realize it.”

His breath caught.

“Y/N…”

The crowd erupted into murmurs.

Shock.

Disbelief.

Hope.

But neither of them noticed.

They only saw each other.

The palace had never felt so loud.

Even after the music began again, and servants made an effort to recreate the festive atmosphere, the air remained heavy with whispers. The nobility talked in clusters, their whispers hidden by their fans made of silk. The clergy looked at each other nervously, while court servants did their best not to stare.

A public confession by the Crown Prince had not been on the schedule that evening.

And certainly not one involving a noble woman with no royal blood.

Y/N hardly noticed any of this.

She remained standing around the lanterns, her heart pounding, fingers tentatively holding onto Mingyu’s sleeve, as if releasing it would cause everything around her to shatter.

He hadn’t moved.

Neither had she.

They stood there for a few seconds staring at each other in a mixture of relief and disbelief.

“You… you meant that,” she finally whispered.

Mingyu took a nervous breath. “Every word.”

His voice was softer now, absent the earlier intensity. Without the boost of confession and the adrenaline that came with it, the man suddenly appeared weak; almost fragile.

“I’m sorry for doing this in front of everyone,” he said, as if in apology. “I.. I was afraid that if I were to wait longer, I’d lose my courage.”

She relented.

“You’ve always been brave,” she said. 

“Just. not when it comes to feelings.”

He laughed weakly. "That obvious?"

“Yes”

They were interrupted by footsteps.

Mingyu’s father, the king, was walking towards him slowly, accompanied by two advisors on either side. Though his expression couldn’t be gauged, this actually made things even worse

Mingyu stood up at once and instinctively placed himself in front of her.

“Father,” he said.

The king studied both of them for a long moment.

“You caused quite a disturbance,” he remarked casually.

“I know,” Mingyu said. “And I accept whatever consequences—”

“Later,” the king interrupted.

Both of them blinked.

“This evening is a celebration,” said the king, “and will not be turned into a spectacle of discipline. A private discussion can be arranged for tomorrow.”

He looked at Y/N.

“Return to your family. Safely.”

Then he walked away.

Just like that.

Her knees were about to collapse.

Mingyu took a breath of relief. “We survived… for now.”

She laughed nervously. “Is it strange that I’m more scared of tomorrow than I was of tonight?”

“Not strange,” he admitted. “I’m terrified”

Later the same evening, after the majority of the guests had left and the palace became quiet, Mingyu quietly asked her to join him on the eastern terrace.

One of the few locations from which one could see both the city and the gardens. It was a place of night-time solitude, isolated from politics and court expectations.

She arrived first.

Lantern light flickered across the stone railings, and the distant stars shone through faintly in the palace pond below.

When Mingyu joined her, he looked different.

No crown.

No formal robes.

Just simple clothing, tired eyes.

“You came,” he said softly.

“Of course,” she replied.

They stood side by side and gazed out at the distant lights.

For once, there was no audience.

No titles.

No pressure.

Just them.

"I kept thinking you’d forget," confessed Mingyu.

“Forget what?”

“Us. The promise. Me.”

She turned to him. “Why would I forget you?”

"Because you’re strong," he said. "You adapt. You move forward. And I… I stayed stuck."

Her chest tightened.

“You weren't stuck,” she said. “You were waiting.”

He looked at her.

Really looked.

As if she were trying to memorize her face.

"I waited because loving you was the only thing that felt certain," he confessed.

"Everything else in my life changes. Politics. Alliances. Expectations.

"But you… you were always you."

Her eyes stung.

“Mingyu… you’re unfair,” she

“How?”

“You make it impossible not to love you back.”

He smiled softly.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Silence reigned once more between them.

Not awkward.

Comfortable

Charged

She saw he was standing very close.

Close enough that their sleeves brushed.

Close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body.

Her heartbeat quickened.

“Mingyu,” she

“Yes?”

“What happens now?”

He hesitated.

"Tomorrow, I'll speak to my parents. I'll fight if I must." He looked at her intently. "I'll not let them dictate our future without us."

Her breath caught.

“You’d really do that?”

“For you?” he replied immediately. “Always.”

She reached for his hand.

This time, he didn’t freeze.

He fit their fingers together naturally, as if he had been waiting for years to do this correctly.

His thumb caressed hers gently over her knuckles.

The small action caused shivers down her spine.

Notably

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he stepped closer.

“May I…?” he asked.

She nodded.

He raised his free hand and gently pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear with tender consideration. His caress stayed a fraction longer than it needed to.

They were now inches apart.

She could feel his breath.

He saw the way her lips were slightly parted.

Time seemed to stretch.

“I've wanted this so long,” he whispered.

"So have I," she replied.

He moved closer.

Slowly

Gently

Their foreheads met.

Their noses touched.

One more breath.

One more inch—

And the world faded away.

Their lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, like the brush of silk against skin. Mingyu's mouth pressed against hers with a reverence that made her heart swell, his lips warm and yielding. She sighed into him, her free hand rising to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the simple fabric of his tunic.

He deepened the kiss slowly, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she parted them, inviting him in. Their tongues met tentatively, exploring with gentle strokes that sent sparks of warmth pooling in her belly. His hand, the one not entwined with hers, slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned, her curves fitting against the solid lines of his frame.

The night air cooled their heated skin, but the warmth between them built steadily. Mingyu broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jawline, nipping softly at the sensitive spot below her ear. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him, and he accepted the offering with feather-light kisses that made her knees weaken.

"You're everything," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with emotion. His fingers splayed across her back, holding her steady as she leaned into him. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her hip, firm and insistent, but he made no rush to act on it. Instead, he returned to her mouth, kissing her with a hunger tempered by tenderness, his tongue delving deeper now, tasting her fully.

Her hands roamed up his arms, gripping the muscles there, then to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. The terrace's stone railing dug into her side, but she barely noticed, lost in the sensation of his body molding to hers. Mingyu's thumb continued its lazy circles on her hand, grounding them even as passion ignited.

He pulled back slightly, his tired eyes now dark with longing as they searched hers. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, though his breath came ragged.

She shook her head, her fingers threading into his hair. "Never too much. Not with you."

Emboldened, he kissed her again, this time letting his hand drift from her back to her waist, his palm slipping beneath the edge of her outer robe to caress the soft fabric of her inner layer. The touch was electric, intimate in its simplicity. She arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening at the friction.

Slowly, he guided her hand from his hair to his neck, then lower, encouraging her to feel the heat of his skin where his collar gaped open. Her fingertips brushed the pulse at his throat, then dipped inside, tracing the line of his collarbone. Mingyu groaned softly into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her.

They shifted together, his body backing hers gently against the railing. The city lights twinkled far below, indifferent to their private world. His free hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her flushed skin as he kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her eyelid.

"I need to touch you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes pleaded for permission, even as his body trembled with restraint.

She nodded, her own desire mirroring his. "Please."

With deliberate care, he untied the sash of her robe, letting the fabric part just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder and the swell of her breast beneath her undergarment. His fingers trembled as he traced the exposed skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. Leaning down, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin.

She gasped, her hand tightening in his. The sensation traveled straight to her core, a slow ache building between her thighs. Mingyu's lips continued their descent, kissing along the edge of her undergarment until he nuzzled the soft mound of her breast. He didn't pull the fabric away yet, content to tease with breaths and light sucks through the thin material, making her nipple peak even harder.

Her body responded instinctively, hips shifting forward to seek more contact. He felt it, pressing his thigh between her legs, offering gentle pressure against her growing wetness. She rocked against him subtly, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her.

Mingyu lifted his head, capturing her lips once more in a kiss that was deeper, more urgent, but still laced with that profound gentleness. His hand finally slipped inside her robe, cupping her breast fully, thumb circling her nipple with exquisite slowness. She moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by their kiss.

Time blurred as they explored each other like this—hands wandering, lips meeting, bodies pressing closer. He whispered endearments against her skin, promises of forever mingling with the soft sounds of their shared breaths. The stars above seemed brighter, the pond below a mirror to their unfolding intimacy.

When he finally eased her robe further open, exposing her to the night air, he paused to admire her, his gaze filled with awe. "Beautiful," he breathed, before lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

Pleasure arched through her like a bolt, her back bowing off the stone railing as Mingyu's mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard now, teeth grazing the stiff peak. He pulled back just enough to let it pop free with a wet smack, then dove back in, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded her other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers until she whimpered.

Her pussy throbbed, slick heat soaking through her undergarments, and she ground harder against his thigh, chasing the friction. Mingyu growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he switched sides, sucking her other nipple into his mouth with the same relentless hunger. His free hand roamed lower, shoving her robe fully open and yanking at the ties of her inner layers until fabric pooled at her waist, exposing her completely to the cool night air.

“Fuck, you're so wet already,” he muttered, his voice rough as he slid his hand between her thighs, fingers brushing over the damp silk covering her pussy. She gasped, hips bucking forward, and he didn't hesitate—pushing the fabric aside to plunge two fingers straight into her dripping cunt. She clenched around him immediately, hot and tight, her walls sucking him in as he pumped them deep, curling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Mingyu's cock strained against his simple pants, hard and leaking pre-cum, but he focused on her, thumb circling her swollen clit with firm strokes while his fingers fucked her steadily. “You like that? My fingers stretching your pussy?” he whispered hotly against her neck, biting down on the flesh there, marking her as his. She nodded frantically, one hand fisting his hair, the other clawing at his shoulder.

“Yes—harder, Mingyu, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as he added a third finger, scissoring them to open her up, his palm slapping wetly against her clit with each thrust. Juices coated his hand, dripping down her thighs, the obscene sounds echoing softly in the quiet night. He kissed her then, messy and desperate, tongues tangling as he finger-fucked her toward the edge, her body trembling in his arms.

But he stopped just short, pulling his fingers free with a slick pop, leaving her clenching around nothing, aching and empty. “Not yet,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust as he dropped to his knees on the terrace stones, ignoring the roughness against his skin. He hiked her robe higher, bunching it at her hips, and buried his face between her legs without warning.

His tongue licked a broad stripe up her pussy, from her entrance to her clit, lapping at her folds like a man starved. She cried out, legs shaking as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while his hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks. One finger teased her back entrance, circling the tight ring before pushing in just the tip, making her jolt with the unexpected intrusion.

Mingyu ate her out like it was his last meal, tongue thrusting into her hole, fucking her with it while his nose ground against her clit. He moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending shocks through her core, and she came hard, thighs clamping around his head as her orgasm ripped through her, cum gushing onto his tongue. He drank it all, swallowing greedily, not stopping until she sagged against the railing, oversensitive and panting.

Rising up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening with her arousal. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and commanding, all traces of hesitation gone. She obeyed, spinning to face the railing, gripping the stone as he pressed against her from behind. His hands yanked her undergarments down fully, leaving her ass bare to the night breeze, and he ground his clothed cock against her crack, the fabric barrier teasing them both.

'I've dreamed of fucking you like this, he admitted, shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped against her ass, hot and heavy, the head already slick. He rubbed it along her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices, then notched at her entrance. “Gonna fill this pussy up—make you mine.”

With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, stretching her wide, her walls fluttering around his girth. She moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper, and he set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward, cock pounding into her with wet slaps. His hands bruised her hips, holding her steady as he railed her, the railing creaking under their weight.

“Fucking tight—your cunt's gripping me so good,” he grunted, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat from behind, tilting her head back for a sloppy kiss over her shoulder. She reached down, rubbing her clit frantically as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her with each plunge. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.

He pulled out suddenly, spinning her around again to face him, lifting her effortlessly onto the railing despite the drop below—trusting, reckless. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he slammed back in, fucking up into her with powerful thrusts that made her breasts bounce. "Look at me while I breed this pussy," he demanded, eyes locked on hers, and she did, watching the raw need on his face as he chased his release.

She came again first, screaming his name as her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock. That set him off—he thrust deep one last time, cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot cum, ropes of it painting her insides white. They clung together, breathing ragged, his spend leaking out around where they were joined.

But he wasn't done. Easing out, he dropped to his knees once more, spreading her thighs to watch his cum drip from her fucked-out pussy. “Messy girl,” he murmured, then licked her clean, tongue scooping up the mix of their fluids, sucking it from her folds until she squirmed. His cock twitched back to life, hardening as he stood, pressing it against her lips.

“Suck it. Taste us,” he said, and she did, opening wide to take him in, tongue swirling around the head to clean every drop. He fucked her mouth shallowly, hands in her hair, until he was fully hard again. Pulling out, he flipped her over the railing this time, ass up, and spread her cheeks.

“Now your ass,” he growled, spitting on her hole before pushing a finger in, then two, working her open while she moaned. When she was ready, he lined up his cock, slick with her saliva, and pushed in slowly at first, then deeper, inch by inch until he was seated fully in her tight ass.

The burn gave way to pleasure as he started thrusting, one hand reaching around to finger her pussy, the dual penetration making her see white. He fucked her ass relentlessly, pace building until he was pounding her, grunting with each slap of skin. “Gonna cum in here too—fill every hole.”

She shattered around his fingers, ass clenching on his cock, and he followed, pumping her full of another load, hot and deep. They collapsed together on the terrace floor, bodies entwined, spent but sated, the night wrapping around them like a secret.

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The Serenity of Cherry Blossom

Pairing: Minghao x Reader

Genre: Romance

Words: 1k

Synopsis: Surrounded by cherry blossoms, Minghao meets a stranger in a tranquil park, bonding over art and the fleeting fragrance of spring. A year later, they reunite under the same cherry blossom tree, realizing their feelings endured beyond seasons. Returning together each spring, engraved with countless memories dipped in love, culminating in a confession and first kiss beneath the petals, promising lasting serenity and togetherness.

Note: I wrote this for the magazine but I couldn't think much of a plot so it's written more based on the feels. My sister said the banner reminded her of Hai Cheng. Dividers are by anitalenia and kodaswrld.

Featured in the SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026, which was hosted by @svt-magazines.

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The gentle breeze sways with the fragrance of spring, and pink petals dance down with flowing choreography around the quiet park. Minghao sits on the edge of a wooden bench, his sketchbook resting on his knees. His hand traces the delicate outlines of the cherry blossoms, trying to capture the way sunlight made them glimmer.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” a soft voice calls him.

He looked up to see you—your face framed by the cascade of falling petals, your smile camouflaging with the shimmering rays of the sun above. “Of course,” he says, scooting over for you.

As you sit down, your fingers brush against his, sending a current up his spine. “You always draw here?” You ask, unable to keep your curiosity in as you lean over to peek at his sketches.

“Yeah… it’s peaceful,” he murmurs, his cheeks painting the color of the petals. “And sometimes, it’s easier to express feelings through a pencil than words.”

You nod, watching him sketch a cherry blossom tree just as a petal flutters down onto the page of his sketchbook. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, leaning slightly closer.

Minghao hesitates for a moment, then laughs softly, a sound that made your heart rush up. “You know… I think the blossoms are lucky. They only bloom for a short time, but when they do… everything feels serene.”

Your gaze met his, and the world around you seemed to blur—the petals, the sunlight, even the distant laughter of children in the park. For a fleeting moment, it was just the two of you—suspended in a springtime.

Then, as if guided by the wind itself, he reaches out, tucking a stray petal behind your ear. “I wish this moment could last forever,” he wishes quietly.

And in that fleeting blossom-filled afternoon, with petals swirling like soft pink snow—it did.

Spring returns yet again after a round of a year, and the park was alive with a flutter of pink petals. Minghao leans casually against a tree, watching the cherry blossoms sway in the breeze. He remembers last year’s quiet afternoon—the sketches, the laughter, and the way your hand had brushed against his.

“This place… really feels calm, doesn’t it?” a familiar voice asks, breaking his reverie.

He turned to see you, carrying a small bouquet of cherry blossoms, smiling like sunlight breaking through clouds. Minghao’s chest constricts; he hadn’t realized the depth of his anticipation for this moment.

You are here yet again—his heart leaps a few beats.

“Yeah… serenity,” he agrees, his usual calm demeanor melting into more of a downy mush. “I was just hoping I’d see you here… and here you are.”

You let out a hearty laugh and offer your hand to the falling blossoms. “For you. To remember last spring.”

Minghao takes them with gentle care, his fingers brushing against yours once again, and for a second the world feels still. “You know… I kept one of the petals from last year,” he admits, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a slightly faded pink petal. “I wanted to see if the tranquility lasts.”

You looked at it and then at him, your eyes sparkling with mellow golden rays of the morning sun. “And does it?”

He smiles—a genuine one that might stop hearts, and it does yours for a moment. “Yeah,… it does. Especially when you’re here,” he confesses, which earns an affable smile from you.

The two of you stroll through the park, petals raining down around you like confetti—celebrating the spring. With each step, the memories of last year mixed with new excitement, and Minghao recognizes that some feelings are not just borne out of the serenity of the blossoms—it was in the moments shared with someone who mattered though led to each other by this blossoming spring.

By the time the sun begins to dip beyond the horizon, brushing the sky in shades of pink and gold, he reaches out and clasps your hand firmly in his own. “Promise me we’ll always come back here every spring,” he breathed docilely.

“I promise."

And under the cherry blossoms, with petals swirling around you like whispers of spring, a new chapter of your story began—one that Minghao knew would bloom every year, just like the trees above.

The park was quieter now, the golden light of sunset flickering through the pink petals. Minghao and you stop under the largest cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with blooms and memories of the couple who shared their hearts under it. He turns to face you, his usual calm expression melts into softness with something warmer—something more vulnerable.

“I… I’m really glad I met you back then,” he charms a pliant smile.

You mirror his smile and intertwine his hand with your own. “Me too.”

The world pauses, yet the petals drift around you much more slowly, as if savoring the moment. Minghao leans in closer, and you feel the warmth of his breath mingle with the spring air.

“Can I…?” he asks velvety.

Your answer lingers in your eyes—a silent, heart-thumping yes.

His lips caress your own in a tender kiss. Initially placid and balmy like the falling petals around you, yet it held the unspoken yearning from your time separated. Your fingers rest on his shoulder, his hand clasps your waist, and for that brief instant, everything else—the world, time, even the wind—fades into a pink blur.

When you finally pull back, both of you are smiling and breathless, yet the hearts race in the same rhythm.

“Looks like the serenity really does last,” he murmurs, tucking a stray petal behind your ear.

“Yes,” you agree, leaning your forehead against his. “Especially with you.”

And beneath the cherry blossoms, with petals swirling like confetti around you—this time celebrating the union of the lovebirds. What began with their first kiss would lead to many springs spent together under the large cherry blossom tree.

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Ellery on Crafting the Heart of All That I Need

An interview with @cherryberrycheol

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Q01. Could you talk us through the process of writing it—from initial idea to finished draft?

First of all, I would like to thank you for this opportunity to share a deep dive into this story that is extremely personal to me as you soon will learn. It is also my first work of this magnitude and I’m happy to share my thought processes and explain things that might be of interest to my readers.

Soooo, the initial idea was kindly requested by anon, they wanted a bff2l au. And for a while it was just lying around, collecting dust in my inbox. I couldn’t figure out what I had to offer to make it unique. Until one day I decided to tweak it a little, and it became childhood friends to strangers to lovers instead. To be completely honest, my personal experience heavily influenced their history from childhood through teenage years and into a certain point of university. And when I say 'heavily', I mean, like… it’s basically what happened in real life. So, the idea was that I had to imagine “how it would’ve played out if…”. And then I had to adapt it all to feel more authentic to Seungcheol’s character, at least to a degree, because it’s always something I strive to maintain when I write him—that believability that it’s him and not just an unrecognisable character with Cheol’s name plastered on top. I struggled with their conflicts a little because I needed some catalyst from both sides, but I figured it out after all. And so I basically had my outline in my head, and I started writing it.

Q02. Seungcheol and the reader grew up together as childhood friends. Could you elaborate on how that shaped them as individuals?

Drawing from my previous response, you can imagine that this question turns very personal and psychological to me because, ngl, I projected onto our dear reader when I wrote her. And it’s a difficult one to answer. As I sit and think about it, I come to the conclusion that maybe the most obvious influence for the reader is that she grew up quite selfish; you can see it in the way she felt jealous when she heard of Cheol’s friends coming to celebrate his birthday. She also never learned to let go of people, it comes to her with pain, and she will hold on for dear life to a person if she has to, until the last breath basically, until there’s truly no salvaging a relationship. For Seungcheol, unironically, what shaped him the most was her withdrawal from their friendship, this is when he had to leave his comfort zone and explore. I don’t think there’s any point-by-point influence they had on each other, but they are each other’s childhood until some teen years. It means you grow up thinking this other person is a part of you that will always be there until the day you die; you don’t think they will leave, not until it happens. Because you can’t fathom it, it seems impossible. It’s a special feeling, I can’t express it in words even if I were asked to do it in Russian. I don’t think I can compare it to having a sibling, but it’s the closest thing I had to a soulmate, maybe.

Q03. During their first fight, the reader throws a charging cord at Seungcheol and struggles to reconcile for a long time. Could you comment on whether the reader by nature struggles to express herself.

Yes, she does. She has always been a quieter child and you can see from a small memory I inserted that her emotional constipation unintentionally comes from her parents teaching her that expressing vulnerability to a boy is wrong for a girl. I imagine once she finds her people (maybe integrating herself into Seungcheol’s group of friends more), she opens up, expresses herself better, and learns to be more vulnerable. Of course we can imagine that Seungcheol is the catalyst for it in the future and she learns through him 🙂 

Q04. During the summer camp trip, the reader feels irritated by Seungcheol depending on her and wants to explore new experiences. Did she feel embarrassed by consistently looking after him? Do you think the teenage hormonal phase also plays a significant role in how she expresses herself?

I guess so, a part of it was embarrassment. Because for the first time in her life she realised that outside her little world people don’t find it normal for a boy and a girl to be so attached at the hip, especially when you’re not a child anymore. She certainly had a “i’m not your big sister, go fend for yourself” mentality back then. It also came from the fact that she had experience going to summer camps, and there was no one to fend for her, she had to have enough courage to befriend those around her for the time being (she also fit in and always managed to find her small group of people; maybe it comes from being a girl, actually, or just her personality). And hormones—yes, she was in that stage of life where she wanted to make new friends and live her little version of a teenage TV show with some drama (aka unrequited feelings, lol) and being a babysitter for her friend was certainly not the type of drama she wanted that summer XD. 

Q05. The reader felt scared by Sophie's suggestion that Sungcheol harbors feelings for her. And later it's said that she was afraid that would ruin their friendship. Do you think she also felt scared by the idea of dating and being loved? Could you elaborate on the significance of this scene in their relationship?

YES, YES AND YES. Her fear of emotional intimacy curated her decisions and reactions. She liked the idea of romantic love because she never had it, if you like someone from a distance, it is safe. Even if you get hurt watching your crush love someone else, it is not as painful. You never put any effort into it, never dived into your vulnerability to confess your feelings, and as a result, never got rejected. And if you’re being loved in return and openly, it suddenly becomes very dangerous and scary. I think I don’t have to explain why it feels like that, I feel like many of us are avoidant like that in our attachments. As for the significance of the scene, it’s really just a turning point. It gives our reader a new perspective on what she never even considered because she lived with it her entire life. And when the world you live in suddenly gets breached and turned upside down, when you basically have the ground removed from underneath your feet, it gets scary. And she’s an overthinker, so imagine how bad it is. Just pain and suffering lol.

Q06. If in an alternative world they had talked out during the summer camp trip. Do you think being so young they would have worked out? What would have been the outcome?

Oh, it’s a good one. It may be pessimistic of me to say, but I don’t think it would’ve lasted. They are too immature and volatile in their feelings, I can’t advocate for the reader's ability to stay devoted, not in a sense that she would’ve cheated, no. She would’ve run away back then. For the same reason of being scared of being loved for real. It would’ve ruined their friendship and ended it for all, without a chance to save it.

Q07. The reader feels she's not obligated to accompany Seungcheol, leaving him all alone. How did Seungcheol feel, and how did this trip affect him as a person?

Well, imagine a teenage kid. Imagine too that he’s not very social, he only has one best friend and she decided that these new shiny things (new connections) are more interesting at the moment than this old one (him) that’s been there all her life, and there’s really nothing new to it. Of course he felt abandoned and inferior, which he expresses in those messages to his brother. For better or for worse, eventually it made him understand that he’s on his own, that he needs to be more independent socially, and that he needs to get out of his hermit comfort zone. It made him more outgoing and made him make new friends. In the long run it benefited him. Though there certainly was pain he had to go through to grow like that.

Q08. Do you also think friends are not obligated to accompany another (who struggles dealing with people) in a social setting? Should they also explore more experiences by themselves and let the quiet friend deal with their problems on their own?

The teenage me thought so, apparently. The adult me realises that teenage girl was cruel to the only person that mattered. Seungcheol certainly shouldn’t have been left to deal with everything on his own. But they were teens and couldn’t talk to each other openly about their feelings; she only found out how he felt by accident and never let him know she knew. Teenagers are often emotionally constipated. They make mistakes, unfortunately, some bigger, some lesser. Sure, Seungcheol should’ve had more courage but at that age he wasn’t ready to step out into the world. What I’m trying to say is that there should be balance. Yes, the more outgoing friend shouldn’t leave the quieter one all alone to their own devices, that is cruel. If they see that their friend is struggling, there should be help provided. But the quieter friend has to be willing to be helped at the end of the day.

Q09. After the summer camp trip, the reader avoids Seungcheol. What are your thoughts on her avoidance and what is brewing in those complex feelings?

Honestly, I can’t say much other than her catalyst is overthinking and the same old fear that we discussed earlier. I think that she let herself be influenced by her new friends too much instead of asking her best friend directly. It’s a hormonal time and she makes assumptions, unfortunately. That’s kinda really it.

Q10. Could you elaborate upon Seungcheol starting university and exploring new aspects of himself and experiences?

Since I was writing this story from the reader's perspective, I haven’t thought much about Cheol’s point of view, tbh. I think it was a stressful time for him, to come to terms with needing to adapt and leave his comfy hermit shell. And I also think it might’ve been his brother’s influence in a way that pushed him to explore and go out, make friends, go to the gym, try clubbing, etc.

Q11. Could you highlight a few thoughts on Seungcheol's first relationship?

One of his rash decisions. He went into that relationship just to be in it. Sure he might’ve liked the girl to a degree but he was still really young and only thought about the lighthearted side of it or whatever and that girl thinking of bagging him for real at that age was repellent. I think she left him scared to a degree, he certainly wasn’t ready for anything that the girl had plans for.

Q12. During this timeline, Seungcheol keeps the reader at arm's length—could you explain his thought process? What were you trying to convey through his emotional distance towards her?

She tried to keep her distance after their summer camp for a very long time. She just hurt him, he got the message, seeing that he’s not welcomed anymore. And so he distanced himself, mirroring her own behaviour back at her. What I was trying to convey is a really simple thing we often hear but totally ignore in some situations: what you give you get back. And often we don’t really like the taste of our own medicine.

Q13. The reader struggles to accept his new self—share a few thoughts on the reader's emotional turmoil and the evident change.

I think… many of us are quite conservative until we make an effort to be more accepting and have a broader outlook on things. It comes with upbringing probably, something we don’t realise until we’re forced to. For a long time the reader had this specific image of Seungcheol in her head, she saw him as someone who needed help in social situations. I would even go as far as saying it gave her a certain degree of a power trip, knowing he depended on her back then. Teenagers are often cruel because they don’t know better, they also oftentimes don’t realise they are, it’s only when looking back on it, that one learns what they did was wrong and feel shame. But I digress.

I guess she was scared he was turning into someone she wouldn’t recognise anymore, into a complete stranger. And that he would totally cease to exist in her life. The only part of her that stayed unchanged for so long, stayed familiar even if she tried to distance herself from him for a long time. And suddenly she was losing that. 

Q14. Highlight your thoughts on their first confrontation about the summer camp trip and how that evolved them.

It certainly freed up some space for new stuff between them. When this huge elephant in the room was moved out, when that torturing curiosity was somewhat fed. He doesn’t give her closure she hoped for though. The scared part of her was praying to have him say a clear no, it would’ve been so much easier to deal with that, to stay in the comfortable familiarity. A big part of writing this story was me reimagining things that happened to me and my friend. We too had a conversation where I asked him because I needed closure and I know the feeling of relief when you get a clear no. That conversation also happened to be online so we didn’t have to face each other, it didn’t have the vulnerability and didn’t require that extra level of courage that the reader needed to bring up the topic in person. Seungcheol too showcased courage when he responded truthfully. Ultimately, I think, discussing something vulnerable like this, face to face, strengthens your bond with a person. And so it opened up a new chapter for them.

Q15. What were you thinking when crafting Seungcheol's friends? Who and how did they come to know each other?

Honestly, I wasn’t thinking much when I brought them into the story, lol. I needed an external point of conflict, a thing that was indicative of his change. And the reader's perception of them changes throughout the story as you can see, along with her acceptance of his new self. At first they are strangers and she tolerates them but doesn’t see them as people she would associate with regularly. By the end of it she’s almost one of their own. Beyond the story, as she and Cheol start dating I think she fully integrates herself with his friends.

As for how they came to know each other, there’s no special story. Just needed an overall crowd that’s something unexpected when you meet them, loud and fun. Maybe if this story was bigger, like multi-chapter, I would’ve thought through this detail but not in this case. 

Q16. Could you elaborate on the significance of their village trip? How did you feel writing about them swimming, biking and enjoying their vacation?

It is basically an attempt at normalcy. All the activities they did as children every day when summer came around. It is nostalgic. But there are new things too, because they are not children anymore. Their feelings specifically (I’m looking at you, the lake scene). I think it was maybe my favourite piece of the entire fic. In retrospect I feel like I could’ve added a bit more to it but I guess I have to make peace with how it came out and adding more would’ve probably stalled the pace of the story. 

Q17. “So, no. I didn’t have some big secret crush. But yes, you weren’t entirely seeing ghosts. Just… more like echoes.” Please elaborate on this dialogue and the thoughts behind it.

As you know, he elaborates his feelings later into the story. Here he simply means that he felt things but was too young to understand them. They were both confused back then and terrified of ruining their friendship because each feared the other didn’t see them that way. Each in their own interpretation. So he would feel that thing, and then question it, doubt it, mistake it for just caring about the reader like he always did, think that it’s only because they are in a different setting that it feels so weird and unfamiliar.

Q18. Share the process and your thoughts on writing Seungcheol's birthday celebration?

Oooh, I almost made it angst. That moment his friends called him and the reader was going through this plethora of jealous feelings. I thought I would turn this entire episode into a conflict. That she would shut down, pull back and maybe Seungcheol would have to ‘chase’ her, so to speak, be the one to reach out. But I also thought that if she did that, and turned selfish again, it would’ve ruined the entire progress they made. I don’t think Seungcheol would’ve appreciated that sort of territorial showcase which is more of a tantrum really, it’s her childish part reacting in that moment, not wanting to share a place, a friend that she thought to be only her own. And so instead (after his excessive and very effective pleading) she decides to not cower from a little bit of a challenge and face it head on instead, kind of subtly reclaiming her power in a sense of “yes, you all may be his new friends but I’ve been here long before and I’m still here”. I can’t explain it in words properly even in Russian, you just have to know what I’m talking about. They have history, it may be complicated but it’s… this place is their shared home, they spent half of their lives at each other’s houses, it’s like she’s reclaiming her place in his space like that?? (You can tell that it’s one of my favourite parts because I have so much to say about it hehe.)

Q19. What does the reader feel about his friends once she gets closer to them? And did they help her step out of her bubble?

As I mentioned before, his friends were introduced as an outer means to represent his inner change. It also makes more sense when we think about the fact that people we surround ourselves with are often our mirrors, reflecting back at us. So, the more she accepts this new version of Seungcheol, the more she accepts his friends. And discovers they are not as bad as she thought they are at first.

However, I wouldn’t say she stepped out of her bubble. She’s an introvert mostly. It’s just her bubble is bigger now and slowly includes more of his friends. This is why the scene at the bar.

Q20. What were you trying to convey through showing them dancing around each other after reconciling?

They stepped into this new territory that they still don’t know how to navigate. As I said, some space was freed between them and this new thing is tentatively filling it out. But since there wasn’t a catalyst strong enough to push them to actual action yet, they are skirting around their attraction to each other that’s slowly clawing its way in. It’s basically a transition phase, they either go back to their fears and never evolve or take a leap of faith and end up together. But for now it’s this little limbo moment.

Q21. Comment on the scene of the reader getting harassed in the club and Seungcheol beating up that guy.

Yeah, so, I needed the catalyst for him to finally get it into his thick head that he wants her to be more than just his childhood friend, that he cares more than he dares to admit. Like, of course he would’ve come to her rescue anyways but it wouldn’t have been so violent. But he’s in full ‘protect what’s mine’ mode at that moment and only realises it later when any immediate danger is past and he can think about it (basically it’s what he does when they get home).

Q22. What were you thinking when crafting Mina? Does she like Seungcheol? Also, comment on the reader's reaction towards seeing them together.

Okay, I need to preface with saying that the whole bar scene is basically the reader being an unreliable narrator. She perceives the whole thing through her jealousy which she’s aware and ashamed of but first thing first. Mina. I needed the 2nd catalyst, now for the reader, so both sides finally had courage to truly confront each other about their feelings. I introduced her for that purpose alone. She’s not the villain, there isn’t one in the story really, their conflict is driven by their own turmoil. I needed a girl our reader would perceive as superior. It wasn’t difficult as she already had insecurities of her own. And the physical separation at the table was the biggest bomb that dropped. Had I sat them down together, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. But since we know these two are in their unconscious transition stage, it matters. Because the reader amicably feels like her place is being taken and so it’s a visual representation of that feeling. She just gets to observe what it’s going to be like if she misses her chance and does nothing. And sure, Mina is attracted to Seungcheol, she fails to hide it especially when the jokes begin. But she isn’t an actual threat,  in fact she’s really trying to fit in and be genuinely friendly. The poor girl just doesn’t know she made her biggest unrepairable mistake when she took a seat by Seungcheol (T_T). Seungcheol isn’t interested though, he’s just being polite and friendly to a person who’s new to the circle. And this is where the reader’s warped perception comes to play and she thinks he’s paying all his attention to Mina when in fact he’s doing his best to not disengage and lock in on her instead for the rest of the night.

And also I just like my jealousy and miscommunication tropes so much I can’t not use them when I write. I mean, as a reader I eat this shit up when it’s written well and so what I love reading I use in my own stories too lol.

Q23. What were you thinking when writing about Seungcheol's friends shipping Mina and Seungcheol together? Why didn't they see him with the reader as a possibility of being a couple?

First of all, I just needed to add fuel to the fire, needed to escalate the scene to add tension so the payoff feels better when it comes. The thing about Violet asking that question in that moment is basically her playing the devil’s advocate. At that point they were all pretty familiar with how it goes between reader and Cheol. The reader thinks she’s being all discreet and no one’s paying attention to her soured mood but girl, come on, you act all emo all of a sudden just because a new person is at the table? Violet just clocked it and decided to push and observe where it leads, this is why I write it as ‘Violet grins at the two, clearly enjoying herself’. She’s being a mischievous little ass, planting chaos :D

Q24. Comment upon their conversation when they were walking back together. How did you feel writing them to finally admit their feelings for each other? And how does this affect them as well?

I felt very excited to get to this point. It’s where some of that tension that I was building releases. I was contemplating making it the final explosion that leads to a smut scene but in the end decided against it and added another episode of them celebrating her bday in that cabin. It was also one of the scenes that I kind of struggled to finish because I couldn’t figure out where to stop, how much to say.

As for how this scene affects Seungcheol and the reader, it is by bringing clarity. It clears some air between them. Now they finally know what they feel in this very moment, not just what it was in the past.

Q25. Share your thoughts on writing the reader's birthday and stay with only two of them in the house.

This was also a scene I was deciding on as I went. For a moment there I really thought about making it a friend group thing where he invites maybe a mix of his and her friends behind her back. But I figured that having this intimate connection one on one would be more important and beneficial to the story. It was also a great chance to add more of that giddiness and excitement and some overthinking and worry, just delicious. And that ‘oops, there’s only one bed’ trope just to corner the reader with no way out. Our man was strategically prepared for every and any outcome 😂😂I don’t think backing out of this was really on the menu lol.

Q26. They finally get together during this stay. What were you thinking about when writing their union as a couple after being friends for years?

I was really trying to make it as vulnerable and intimate as possible. I usually don’t write first timers and virgin characters. But it felt very fitting to make it the way I did. It just makes the scene even more significant for their couple specifically. Theirs isn’t the occasion for a passionate and hot scene. Later they may explore that but I felt like something built on years of friendship so complicated deserved special attention and care.

Q27. Seungcheol and the reader were always scared to cross the line in fear of ruining their friendship but eventually end up together. What is your advice to your readers struggling with having a crush on their long-term best friend?

I’m certainly not the person to give advice on this topic. My characters are. In reality, my friend gave me a definite no when I asked him whether there was anything back then. I don’t have any way of finding out if his words were true. What I understand is that the truth was irrelevant at that point. And it’s even more irrelevant now when he has a full life of his own. In my case I will never find out “what if”. I’m not sure there even was an “if”.

I am the person who was too afraid to find out if there was anything, who pulled away and tried to get her friend back but it never happened because in reality my friend wasn’t as lenient as Seungcheol in my story. So we still drifted apart, got stuck in that phase of sending happy birthday wishes to each other every year and that’s it.

Q28. How did the mud cake childhood memory come about? What were you thinking writing it?

It’s simply an actual childhood memory of mine, there was a big puddle by my friend’s house, a dent in the road I think and it always collected water after rain. We used to play in it, just walking through it barefoot, playing with mud cakes. Even now that spot still gets flooded though they evened out the road and covered it in asphalt a year or two ago in our village.

Q29. Seungcheol and the reader contrast each other quite significantly. What are your thoughts on them as individuals and as a unit?

I think they compliment each other nicely as a unit mostly because even though they changed as they grew up, there’s still the core of them both that they are familiar with and therefore know how to work well with each other. One could say they are a case of ‘opposites attract’ but I don’t really see them as opposites, not in the sense of they are so different they are polar. More of two sides of the same coin as it flips in the air before it lands? Because if you look at them closely, they kinda swap places as they grow up. And this is my thoughts on them. 

Q30. How did the journey of writing All That I Need impact you as a person and a writer?

It was… a therapeutic experience for me as a person. I literally went through my childhood and teenage years through the middle of my uni to pull this story together. It was challenging too, because it meant revisiting things I buried long ago and some of them I thought I made peace with but only realised that you can’t always do that, sometimes you can only put something to rest in the darkest corner and try not to revisit it too much and just move forward.

For me as a writer this story became another learning experience. I’ve never written anything so heavily based on my personal experience (even though it’s only like ⅓ of the fic). It was fun to include some things as they were and some things absolutely reimagined and some tweaked for the sake of the story and setting. It was a challenge to write something almost 40k words long and fill the word count with enough events and details and have proper character development but also not make the story drag on for too long.

Q31. What do you think about the response of your readers to this story?

Oh I think the response was great. I’m still a little mad I wasn’t able to post this fic as a oneshot and had to divide it into two parts but overall I’m really happy with people’s reactions. There were so many comments and reblogs with comments, I was literally grinning like a fool at every single notification. Made me think I should write more plot-heavy or character relationships-heavy fics. Smut is fun and all, and it’s exciting to see people dying over all the obscenities I write but making people sympathise and worry about characters’ relationships is even more fun!🤭

Q32. What are your plans for future projects in 2026?

Ooohh, there are plenty of things that I want to write of course. If I start recalling them all we’ll never finish this interview, honestly. But the main issue is figuring out how to balance my work and my hobbies because right now I don’t have any energy for the latter. 

Just to give you something I will say that I do owe a pt.2 of Loser to everyone who gave it so much love. And I honestly thought I would be able to write it over the long weekend I had right now (Apr 18-21) but seeing as it’s 20th already and I haven’t even opened the doc it’s certainly not happening. I really hate it when life gets in the way. I didn’t get to do what I wanted and neither do I feel rested. Like 0%.

There’s a Mafia AU that I remember was voted 2nd on my old poll back in November. I am yet to rework it, it’s literally my Roman Empire, I think about it at least once a week. I’m stalling it mainly because I can’t decide how angsty and dark I want to make the story. I have a difficult relationship with angst in the context of Seungcheol.

And of course there are smaller things I might write without much of a plan as inspiration strikes.

Ellery, also known as @cherryberrycheol is a 28 years old writer, who mostly writes Seungcheol centered fanfictions but also writes of other other members of SEVENTEEN quite often. She has currently written 25 works.

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Beneath The Blushing Bough

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Florist Shop Owner

🌸Written by @monstacheol

Petal: Choi Seungcheol x Reader Branch: Romance, Fantasy, Slice of Life Engraving: Seungcheol, who closes his shop early to go see the cherry blossom and ends up falling in love with the mysterious reader. Root: It is inspired by writer's favorite anime as a child that will eventually be a full story in the future.

The Serenity of Cherry Blossom

🌸Written by @selenophyyy

Petal: Xu Minghao x Reader Branch: Romance Engraving: Surrounded by cherry blossoms, Minghao meets a stranger in a tranquil park, bonding over art and the fleeting fragrance of spring. A year later, they reunite under the same cherry blossom tree, realizing their feelings endured beyond seasons. Returning together each spring, engraved with countless memories dipped in love, culminating in a confession and first kiss beneath the petals, promising lasting serenity and togetherness.

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When Our Pinkies Meet Fate

🌸Written by @woozilovespinkunderwear

Petal: Kim Mingyu x Reader Branch: Romance, Smut (MDNI) Slow Burn, Royalty AU, Historical AU, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Promise, Jealousy, Yearning, Mutual Pining, Drama, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Coming of Age, [NSFW] Engraving: A childhood promise between a crown prince and a noble girl was never meant to be serious—except Mingyu took it to heart. Years later, as suitors surround Y/N, he quietly sabotages every proposal, unwilling to let her go. When she calls their promise childish, he’s forced to finally confess under a thousand lanterns.

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A Writer’s Perspective with V

An interview with @hannieween

Interviewer: @woozilovespinkunderwear

Q01. Hey V! Could you please introduce yourself?

My name is V!

Q02. Do you have any writing rituals or habits before you begin working on a fic?

I tend to procrastinate a lot before being able to find momentum, and procrastinating to me usually is looking at Pinterest for hours, folding the pile of clean laundry or tidying my bedroom until I finally sit down and write.

Q03. How long does it usually take you to finish a fic from idea to posting?

It depends on how hyperfixated I am on the project. Sometimes it takes me two days to write a 16k project (date with the devil took me two days to finish), and sometimes it could take me like four months (I started emergency contact like six months ago and just finished it like three days ago), so it varies.

Q04. What is the most difficult scene for you to write—angst, fluff, tension, or something else?

The most difficult for me is tension. It needs buildup, it needs stakes for the characters, and that isn’t something that I could write in a scene alone; it needs multiple scenes that can tie everything together.

Q05. Have you ever abandoned a fic idea completely? What made you decide not to continue it?

I think I have never abandoned an idea, not completely. I have always found ways to rework my ideas into different fics.

Q06. Do you prefer writing late at night or during the day?

I prefer writing late at night. Everything is quiet, everyone has gone to sleep and is unaware that you’re 10k words deep into writing a fic. It’s exciting.

Q07. What’s the longest fic you’ve written so far, and how was the experience?

Oof, my longest fic is my Lights Out/City Lights series. It is ongoing currently, and the experience has been amazing. I love it. It is very close to my heart.

Q08. Do you ever reread your old works? How does it feel when you do?

I read my own works all the time! Especially when I am going to do a new project. It’s always fun to reread my works, particularly when I find mistakes or patterns that I have been working to improve or fix.

 

Q09. What’s one writing habit you’ve developed over time that helps you stay consistent?

Outlining! I outline everything, even the smallest project I have. It helps me stay on track!

Q10. How do you usually decide on titles for your fics?

I sometimes relate the title to the main theme or to a small key detail of the plot.

 

Q11. Do you enjoy writing dialogue more or descriptive scenes?

Yes! Especially when the dialogue is back and forth and doesn’t need a lot of description around it. And descriptive scenes are fun to write because there is always a reason why I write them, since my forte isn’t writing heavily detailed scenes.

Q12. Is there a particular type of scene that you think you write especially well?

I think that would be sexually explicit scenes. They’re easy to write and fun.

 

Q13. What’s the most unexpected reaction you’ve received from a reader?

My good friend Aeris once sent me an audio reacting to one chapter of my fic Wicked Games, and she was very much out of breath in that audio from what she was feeling after reading the chapter.

 

Q14. Do you ever write scenes out of order, or do you prefer going chronologically?

I write out of order almost all the time. I don’t know why I do it, but I think it helps me write faster.

 

Q15. How do you usually decide when a story is truly finished?

This happens when my outline is fully checked.

 

Q16. What’s one piece of advice you would give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

Write for your eyes only! Don’t focus on how many people will read it; write something you want to read!

 

Q17. What has been the most rewarding moment of your writing journey so far?

When someone comes to me and tells me that X story is their favorite. It never fails to warm my heart.

Q18. Do you ever imagine alternate endings for your own stories?

No, I don’t.

 

Q19. If your writing had to be described in three words, what would they be?

Intimate, passionate, yearning.

 

Q20. What’s one dream milestone you hope to achieve as a writer in the future?

My dream is to be able to focus solely on writing, and one day, hopefully, I will publish my projects!

 

V'S BIGGEST FAN ASKED...

Q21. What’s something about you that readers would be surprised to learn?

I used to write 1D fanfiction, particularly focused on Zayn Malik and used to have an account with 10k followers. One of my stories got like 3 million Reads on Wattpad 😭 I am not embarrassed by it, but it is definitely something I don’t often share.

AND THE FAN IS...

@kwonhs96

@hannieween named V, writes SEVENTEEN fanfictions for her adult audience. She is currently 28 years old and has written more than 13 works.

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A Writer’s Perspective with V

An interview with @hannieween

Interviewer: @woozilovespinkunderwear

Q01. Hey V! Could you please introduce yourself?

My name is V!

Q02. Do you have any writing rituals or habits before you begin working on a fic?

I tend to procrastinate a lot before being able to find momentum, and procrastinating to me usually is looking at Pinterest for hours, folding the pile of clean laundry or tidying my bedroom until I finally sit down and write.

Q03. How long does it usually take you to finish a fic from idea to posting?

It depends on how hyperfixated I am on the project. Sometimes it takes me two days to write a 16k project (date with the devil took me two days to finish), and sometimes it could take me like four months (I started emergency contact like six months ago and just finished it like three days ago), so it varies.

Q04. What is the most difficult scene for you to write—angst, fluff, tension, or something else?

The most difficult for me is tension. It needs buildup, it needs stakes for the characters, and that isn’t something that I could write in a scene alone; it needs multiple scenes that can tie everything together.

Q05. Have you ever abandoned a fic idea completely? What made you decide not to continue it?

I think I have never abandoned an idea, not completely. I have always found ways to rework my ideas into different fics.

Q06. Do you prefer writing late at night or during the day?

I prefer writing late at night. Everything is quiet, everyone has gone to sleep and is unaware that you’re 10k words deep into writing a fic. It’s exciting.

Q07. What’s the longest fic you’ve written so far, and how was the experience?

Oof, my longest fic is my Lights Out/City Lights series. It is ongoing currently, and the experience has been amazing. I love it. It is very close to my heart.

Q08. Do you ever reread your old works? How does it feel when you do?

I read my own works all the time! Especially when I am going to do a new project. It’s always fun to reread my works, particularly when I find mistakes or patterns that I have been working to improve or fix.

 

Q09. What’s one writing habit you’ve developed over time that helps you stay consistent?

Outlining! I outline everything, even the smallest project I have. It helps me stay on track!

Q10. How do you usually decide on titles for your fics?

I sometimes relate the title to the main theme or to a small key detail of the plot.

 

Q11. Do you enjoy writing dialogue more or descriptive scenes?

Yes! Especially when the dialogue is back and forth and doesn’t need a lot of description around it. And descriptive scenes are fun to write because there is always a reason why I write them, since my forte isn’t writing heavily detailed scenes.

Q12. Is there a particular type of scene that you think you write especially well?

I think that would be sexually explicit scenes. They’re easy to write and fun.

 

Q13. What’s the most unexpected reaction you’ve received from a reader?

My good friend Aeris once sent me an audio reacting to one chapter of my fic Wicked Games, and she was very much out of breath in that audio from what she was feeling after reading the chapter.

 

Q14. Do you ever write scenes out of order, or do you prefer going chronologically?

I write out of order almost all the time. I don’t know why I do it, but I think it helps me write faster.

 

Q15. How do you usually decide when a story is truly finished?

This happens when my outline is fully checked.

 

Q16. What’s one piece of advice you would give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

Write for your eyes only! Don’t focus on how many people will read it; write something you want to read!

 

Q17. What has been the most rewarding moment of your writing journey so far?

When someone comes to me and tells me that X story is their favorite. It never fails to warm my heart.

Q18. Do you ever imagine alternate endings for your own stories?

No, I don’t.

 

Q19. If your writing had to be described in three words, what would they be?

Intimate, passionate, yearning.

 

Q20. What’s one dream milestone you hope to achieve as a writer in the future?

My dream is to be able to focus solely on writing, and one day, hopefully, I will publish my projects!

 

V'S BIGGEST FAN ASKED...

Q21. What’s something about you that readers would be surprised to learn?

I used to write 1D fanfiction, particularly focused on Zayn Malik and used to have an account with 10k followers. One of my stories got like 3 million Reads on Wattpad 😭 I am not embarrassed by it, but it is definitely something I don’t often share.

AND THE FAN IS...

@kwonhs96

@hannieween named V, writes SEVENTEEN fanfictions for her adult audience. She is currently 28 years old and has written more than 13 works.

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Guess who’s pulling up next? 🎤✨ @hannieween is stepping into the spotlight for an interview!

V's fans, this is your moment—what have you always wanted to ask? 👀

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Deadline: 31 March 2026

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