✧.* synopsis: your boyfriend seungcheol finds comfort in your words even though you may be separated by thousands of miles.
✧.* warnings: heavy cursing, mentions of feeling overwhlemed & constantly watched, upset & drained s.coups, comforting reader
✧.* partially written + texts | wc: 359
✧.* a/n: i hope you guys enjoy! this is my first event and im super excited :)
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LOCATION & TIME: 10PM in Seoul SK
The world tour had started in South Korea, somewhere Seungcheol believed that he wouldn't have to worry about the where about of his significant other. You were supposed to be there for that show but a last minute call for work had you flying out to the states to meet with sponsors.
Seungcheol was okay with your work trips and never expressed concern regarding your choice of profession but he was growing far tired of having to deal with the pressures of being heavily relied on; without his support.
With each song Seventeen performed he felt the growing pit of irritation, it wasn't that he didn't like to perform. He loves his job and he loves working with his family, but it was the after show and half way break which made that pit overflow.
Seungcheol sat in the corner of the room, he took slow sips from his water bottle, Hoshi waving his hand in front of the leader.
"Yo. You okay?"
"Peachy."
At that Hoshi gave him a brief squeeze on the shoulder before letting Seungcheol wallow in his unnerved state. The worst part about the half way break was going online to see what people had to say, it was easy to pick apart the worst things. It had only been the first half of the concert and people already had things to say, things to comment on.
He continued to scroll oblivious to how upset it really made him, the sweet messages from long time carats overshadowed by hurtful posts. Words and images tearing his performance apart, the worst part was that he started to unknowingly search for the trashiest messages possible.
That was until his phone lit up, your message asking him how tour was.
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✧.* synopsis: your boyfriend woozi comes to you with a deep question, wonderance that you yourself might be able to answer answer. the two of you exchange texts about your past and present, fearful of the future but at least you have each other.
✧.*warnings: conversation about what happens after death, talk about the afterlife, curious woozi, full of answers reader, sharing memories!
✧.* all texts
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✧.* synopsis: after you and your boyfriend had an argument, wonwoo tries to find comfort in isolation but it didn’t hit the same way it used too.
✧.* warnings: arguing, heavy cursing, isolation, worry, angst, avoidant wonwoo
✧.* mainly written + texts | wc: 539
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LOCATION & TIME: 8PM @ SHARED APARTMENT
“Whatever.”
“Whatever? Are you fucking serious Wonwoo?” You paced back and forth in front of your boyfriend who exhaustedly sat on the couch.
“I don’t understand why I can’t just finish the game. You didn’t need to unplug everything.” He looked up at you with a condescending smile which only made you angrier.
“I asked you. In the morning.” You took a deep breath, pausing your movements to stand right in front of him. Nearly between his legs, “To just do the dishes so I could come home and make dinner." You looked at him with wide eyes, a purple hue to accurately show how draining your work day was.
"I just think you're over reacting." You scoffed at his words.
"Yeah. Of course you fucking think that, all you do is play your video games and then wait for me to get home and do the chores and make dinner." He stood up after your rant, taking his turn to start pacing.
"I literally pay for this apartment, I can do whatever the fuck I want." He moved to grab his keys and wallet from the entryway table, the keychains clinking together. "And right now, I need fucking air. So enjoy the FREE space that I provide." He walked out the front door, letting it slam on his way out.
You stood there shocked by his words, the only thing you could do was sink into the couch. Your hands running through your hair while to try to digest the harsh words your boyfriend of 4 years decided to use.
Wonwoo walked towards the corner store he would frequent when stocking up on energy drinks and the occasional late night snack. The conversation he had with you replaying in his mind, he opened the door and was greeted by the store owner.
He returned the greeting with a nod and tight smile, he made his way towards the soda aisle. "Jesus." Wonwoo cursed under his breath after thinking about the words he decided to hurt you with, he reaches for the Diet Dr. Pepper but pauses. "This is stupid."
He purchased a Monster Energy and grape jellies. It was freezing cold by the time Wonwoo had paid for his items, and instead of going home he went for a walk.
Before you and Wonwoo got into a relationship he would often escape his issues by taking long walks at night; nights where he would call you and talk about his issues. Not this time.
Instead of answering your text messages he decided to settle at a random park, the street lights were dimmed and the air was cold.
At home you still sat in the same spot, eyes glued to your phone. You tried to understand where you went wrong, debating whether or not to go to your friends apartment for the night.
On the other side of the block Wonwoo was confused on why his usual therapy of late night isolation wasn't working. His head wouldn't clear and his heart couldn't stop racing. "Fucking hell."
Wonwoo stood up, tossing his trash into the bin and walking home quickly. He was worried you would think about potentially leaving for the night and that was the last thing he wanted.
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✧.* synopsis: joshua tells mingyu that he feels homesick, so he decided to reach out to his old highschool crush in hopes to reminisce in more ways then one.
"Last night you were feeling very nostalgic…" Joshua dropped the dumbbell to look at Mingyu, his eyes sharpening at his tone.
"It's nothing you need to worry about."
"I was just asking, but if you insist." Mingyu continued his workout, with each pull of the cables his view of Joshua's inner struggle was visible on the mirror in front of him.
"Okay. Maybe I am." Dropping the weight, Mingyu turned around on the bench to face his friend. "I was scrolling so far last night, and I came across an old high school picture. My high school crush was right next to me, and I just started to think." Mingyu's eyebrows raised at Joshua's bashful confession.
"Well, there's only one solution I think." Joshua took a sip of water, eyes searching his friends for devious intent.
"Yeah. And what would that be." Mingyu stood up and walked towards Joshua's gym bag, he grabbed his phone and handed it to him.
"No. No, I am not." He stood up baffled at Mingyu's bold idea, "There is no way?" “Dude, come on!" Mingyu's voice shook with laughter as Josh stood up and started pacing.
"What's the worst that could happen?"
"I don't know? She rejects me?"
"Who said that's why you're messaging her? Why not just ask to retouch?" Joshua turned to look at his friend, the wheels of doubt in his head slowing.
"Okay, well maybe refrain from saying 'retouching'." Mingyu dropped his palm onto his shoulder in support before leaving to go change out of his clothes.
"Got it boss."
LOCATION & TIME: 6PM @ INCHEON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Joshua sat in his car fiddling with the simple bouquet of flowers in his hands, mentally he was praying you still loved alliums. A notification removed him from his anxious headspace; your message reading 'just got my luggage' returning him straight back.
"Fuck. You got this. You got it." His mantra was cut short when he saw you walk out of the airport, he stepped out yelling your name with a big wave.
You saw Joshua, almost the exact same from how you remembered him. Besides the muscles, tan and the dark black hair.
You approached him with a big smile and your arms open, he bent down to receive your invitation. He graciously grabbed your suitcase putting it neatly in the trunk while you got into the passenger seat. "These are for you." He shyly handed the flowers over to you, his elbow resting on the steering wheel while he watched you gush over the thought.
"Oh my gosh, how'd you remember that I like alliums?" He just shrugged before driving in the direction of your accommodation for the week.
The two of you talked about everything from careers, relationships and old high school drama that you never had the time to talk about.
"Are you hungry? I know a good korean barbeque place; it's like three minutes away from your hotel."
"I would love too. Thank you." He smiled at you before making a right turn instead of left.
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✧.* synopsis: you and your boyfriend always knew there were struggles when it came to your variance in personality, but no bump in the road could tear the two of you apart.
✧.* warnings: heavy cursing, basic relationship conversations, happy & clingy dk, nonchalant reader, very slight miscommunication, inferences towards sex
✧.* all texts
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✧.* synopsis: your boyfriend is tired of having to read your mind, you both struggle with distance and being able to express your emotions.
✧.* warnings: arguing over text & over the phone, angry jeonghan, confused reader, relationship struggles, mention of ending relationship, they make up tho dw
✧.* partially written + texts | wc: 286
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LOCATION & DATE: AROUND 7:30 @ HYBE PRACTICE ROOM
"Have you tried talking to her?" Jeonghan shook his head, a phone lies on his thigh bouncing with each anxious tremor of his legs. Seungcheol watched his best friend run his hands through his hair.
"Yeeahhh, we just called each other and it's like." He took a deep breath, exhaling when S.coups fell into the couch next to him. "It's like...she won't say. Anything." Jeonghan emphasized the last word, twisting his fingers.
"Maybe she's upset about the distance?" Seungcheol glanced at his friend who sat forward at his words.
"She is, but she refuses to actually tell me what ABOUT this distance bothers her." Cheol nodded in understanding, "It's like I have to read her mind."
"Do you think there's anything else she's not talking about?" Jeonghan threw his hands up in the air, when they came back down he stood up walking towards the mirror.
"How would I fucking know?"
"Dude...Just text her. Maybe she doesn't feel confident talking about it." Seungcheol stood up and walked towards his friend, he reached out and squeezed his shoulders.
"I'm her partner. She's supposed to tell me." Jeonghan looked down at his phone that lacked the usual incoming messages from your end.
"Just text her man."
"Fine."
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