Kyii

20 I write for myself and for myself only. there should be more xmalereader works for SVT. please interact with me im lonely

[yiichan]

⎯୧ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥₊˚⊹

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐲𝐢𝐢! 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖🌷

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MDNI!!

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🌷 kyii, 20. I own another page @peachesyeo under the name kan/k. 🌷 i mainly write angst and crack. i also write NFSW fics. i prefer writing x male reader fics! 🌷 fyi but i'm dk, hao and dino-biased! 🌷 replies, reblogs and tags are appreciated!

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[yiichan]

got my boyfriend to read svt based smut with me

minors mdni 🚫🚫

HELP HE ONLY SEES THE WORDS CREAMPIE IM CRINE WHAT

he saw the cw: unprotected piv sex, missionary, creampie and that short wired him 😭😭😭

I'm gonna cry

but hey, when I feel down he would turn gose on, so that's a plus point???

also him: I don't see Joshua smut, why?

also him: it's scoups, scoups, mingyu, scoups, mingyu again... occasionally vernon and jeonghan... why?

IDK BRO ASK THE FIC COMMUNITY

DO YOU WANT ME TO WRITE ONE THEN BRO 😭 WRITE FOR YOUR DARLING JOSHUA???

[yiichan]

My boyfriend read the cultist jeonghan head cannons...

Now when we watch gose he says: "I mean the pretty cult leader."

ITS JUST MY HEADCANNON BROTHER 😭😭😭😭

[yiichan]

It's been a long time without you friend 🤧

miss you too sousy ):

[yiichan]

Made my boyfriend watch gose, gonna make him watch more... so far he's able to recognise the members with minor mistakes... here's what he had to say about the members (we watched going rangers, maestro special, Christmas in august 2 ep 1, wonwoo diaries and don't lie season II):

seungcheol: -the red hair! the blonde! why isn't he playing? he injured? ohh..

jeonghan: wow he's really pretty! wait he looks like a woman with long hair... no he looks like a handsome man with short hair... what's his name? jeonghan?

joshua: wow he looks pretty too! he looks like jeonghan. la?

jun: moon junhui~ why does he have minor roles in skits?

hoshi: this guy is crazy, he yaps too much (don't lie 2), what the fuck is tiger propeller HAHAHAHA

wonwoo: glasses, spider? wow (going rangers), it's so funny because he's just standing there (wonwoo diaries)

woozi: ohhh I know this guy / prof woo and the emcee (going rangers) / god of music? (maestro) HAHAHAHAHAHA

minghao: is he hoshi? oh wait he's hoshi! wait no he's not hoshi... the8? 100 years old is crazy (wonwoo diaries)

dk: this guy is crazy ( for literally all gose episodes)

mingyu: this guy is mafia (don't lie 2), I can recognise him easily

seungkwan: seunghwan? seungkwan? ahhh, unfortunate (going rangers Dino vs Kwan last battle)

vernon: I think he's the mafia (don't lie 2), where is Vernon? (wonwoo diaries) where is Vernon again (going rangers)

dino: this guy is unfortunate (don't lie 2), why is he so confident in his face (maestro)

what episodes should I make him watch next because I think now he likes jeonghan the best followed by DK, I think he prefers skits because to him it's funny

[yiichan]

I MISS YOUUUUUU

hey there,

t-thank you, an-anon-chan..? *blushes*

love,

kyii

[yiichan]

Hiii baeeee how r u?

Hello there!!

I'm doing well recently, what about you? A little surprised to see something in my inbox, it's been a while!

love,

kyii

[yiichan]

how are you doing? been a while since I dropped by to read or say anything, how’s life treating you? xx

hii!

to be honest life isn't going well, im currently j*b hunting and in debt... but ill fare. im thinking about writing to earn some small cash but i know my writing skills aren't the best.

maybe itll get better I hope! praying on it haha.

[yiichan]

KYII'ᔕ TᕼOᑌGᕼTᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE ᗪᗩY 🌷💌 — NSFW, HYBRID AU

IMAGINE — yandere!poly!hybrids!vocalunit x gn!human!you.

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, hybrid AU, poly relationship elements, implied ot13 background, smut elements inclusive of breeding kink and praise kink.

WRITER'S NOTES — i was thinking about writing hybrid!svtot13 BUT i'm kind of lazy (even though i had an whole ass draft and im supposed to be writing that hoshi fic, i finished that yandere hoshi fic BUT i just realised it does not match the request so another day i guess ): ) so here is some vocal unit hybrid thingies lol (okay this is a universe btw). AND NO IM NOT GOING TO WRITE THAT WHOLE ASS LONG OT13 DRABBLE WITH SMUT IM BAD AT THAT, BESIDES IF I EVER WROTE PIAKPIAK SCENES IT WOULD BE x MALE READER! ):

speical mention — @sousydive

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ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who was the second to arrive in this household, but calls the shots anyway. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who acts all angel-like and act weak in front of you so you would give him more attention. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who demands you to brush his fur with that high quality set everyday for at least half an hour.

ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who has a high sex stamina and drive (i mean, he is a rabbit), and he can go on and on in his ruts. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who would lock you in his room with him and attempt to 'breed' you during his rut. ෆ yandere!bunnyhybrid!jeonghan who pouts and whines as he fucks into you, grabbing your ankles in case you attempt to crawl away from him again.

ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who seems a little polite and distance at first, but you didn't know that he was already in love with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bared his teeth at another random predator hybrid that was checking you out at the perfume store (he definitely learned that from one of the other feline hybrids). ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who loves to give you head massages when you are sitting on his lap. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who needs to have you by his side 24/7 when he is in his rut, and that means even you have to go to the toilet, he's there with you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who bit the other hybrids in the household when they tried to touch you and speared you on his cock to show them his ownership over you. ෆ yandere!deerhybrid!joshua who tries replicating your smell with his perfume set, but always ends up getting hard or cumming over it.

ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stills feel guilty about scratching and biting you when you tried to pick him out of your berries bush the first time the two of you met. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who is proud to be the first one who met you, and his claiming mark on your neck told all the other hybrid that come after him that you belonged to him first. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who hates the others touching his tail, but will wrap them around your body if you were near him. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who will lick all over your body with his rough tongue, enjoying how your skin turns red with each lick. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who would call you a good owner for helping him with his rut, and that he will make sure that you can give birth to his kittens first, because he was the first hybrid you had anyway. ෆ yandere!whitecathybrid!jihoon who stops being clingy after his rut, but still would hiss when the other hybrids comes too close to you (his tail would still be hanging on your body, and only the tiger hybrid is brave enough to come near).

ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who secretly growled at the other canine hybrids in warning before he approach you to greet you for the first time at the adoption centre. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who disliked the other canine hybrid but was willing to get along with him just for you. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who learnt baking just because you mentioned that you were craving some cookies. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who pushes his nose into your chest as he humps against your leg, telling you that his rut is here. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who make sure you smell like him by coming all over your body during his rut, apologizing as he did so. ෆ yandere!samoyedhybrid!dk who asks you repeatedly whether he is a good boy as he ruts his hips into you (just tell him he is).

ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who was ready to fight the other ten hybrids in your household with his injuries to earn his place in your little pack (that you don't know of) when you first met. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who sits in your lap and asks you to preen his feathers almost everyday. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who leaves his feathers in your clothes as a claim of ownership over you. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan whose colourful wings will wrap around you as he gnaw along your collarbones. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would mimic and repeat your moans and he rock you into his sheets during his ruts. ෆ yandere!parrothybrid!seungkwan who would keep rubbing your buldging tummy, asking you to take "just a little more" as he keep cumming.

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[yiichan]

I'm lazy to make it nice but I want to write a hhu ver.

[yiichan]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 - 𝐈𝐦 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧

pairings. idol!ot13 x m!14thmember!oc. wc. 2.2k. genre. parellel universe au, extra member au, angst.

warnings. major character death, depictions of mental illnesses (depression, self-harming etc.), mention of self-harming, slight OOC.

writers notes. just a reupload from @peachesyeo.

mentioning my imperial beta reader, @sousydive

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25 May, 2025

How would they feel if they found him dead?

Gyuhan stared blankly at the ever-bright ceiling of his bathroom. The rusty smell of blood mixed with the lemony air freshener filled his nose as he ignored the stinging pain from his slit wrist.

Happy. They would probably be happy. On the tenth year that they debuted, and on the tenth year Gyuhan has been the fourteenth member of Seventeen, he finally left this world that gave him nothing but empty hopes and broken promises. 

I’m sorry , he thought to no one in particular. To whoever that will discover my dead body.

And that night, the Seventeen lost their fourteenth member, the forgotten member, Im Gyuhan. 

02 February, 2015

When Gyuhan first entered the practice room, led by the manager, he was secretly intimidated by the thirteen boys running around the room. And when the fierce-looking teenager came up to them, Gyuhan couldn't help but take a step backwards. 

His first impression of Choi Seungcheol was as a lion. 

A fierce, roaring lion that frowned when the manager introduced him to them, as the newest member; A scrutinizing lion who scanned him up and down before exchanging greetings with him; A frustrated lion whose expression filled with annoyance once the manager left him alone in the room with them. 

Gyuhan didn't know that his appearance to the boys was a sign that they would debut later. With Minghao as the promised last addition to the group, they were expecting to debut soon. But Gyuhan's existence broke their dream. 

As Gyuhan stood alone with a frowning Seungcheol, a tall, long-haired teenager came forward. "My name is Yoon Jeonghan," he had said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "What's yours?"

At this moment, Gyuhan thought everything would be okay, that the group would accept him. He quickly bowed, his hands piled nervously in front of him. "Hello! My name is Im Gyuhan, I'm born in May, 1996. Nice to meet you!" He said all of this very quickly, blushing as he met Jeonghan's eyes. Gyuhan had never met someone as pretty as Jeonghan before, and he would never imagine that Jeonghan would be one of the people who hurt him the most. 

"Ah, Gyuhan-ssi." The angelic man's lips curled. "Nice to meet you, too."

24 May, 2023

"Here you go, Gyuhan-ssi. Remember to not say anything weird while you are on live."

"Of course not. Thank you." Gyuhan thanked the staff as she left, with the camera placed on the tripod, facing him. Gyuhan breathed in deeply, checking his reflection against the dark screen on the phone before pressing on the 'Live' button. 

"Hello!" Gyuhan greeted, smiling widely as he waved to the camera. "How are our CARATs today?"

mingyuschick: what? it's gyuhan? dkkkkk1209: why is he still in the group lmao ighoutofsvt: get out of SVT! ot134ever: go to hell, Im Gyuhan!

Gyuhan's eyes raked over the comments quickly. His lungs tightened when he saw them, but he quickly reminded himself that he only had one chance per year to do a live, and he mustn't screw it up.

"Yep! Today is my birthday!" He told the phone, ignoring the many 'who asked' and 'get out of seventeen' comments. He reached over for the cake he had bought himself beforehand, moving it to the center of the screen. "Shall we have a chat today? And we'll blow the candles together once it reaches 12am." He muttered, sticking the candle into the plain vanilla cake. The staff had forgotten to buy him a cake again, so Gyuhan took it upon himself. The last time, they had bought a peach-flavored cake, sending Gyuhan into a fit of allergy once he logged off from his birthday live.

But no one except him and the staff knew. 

hannieforlyfe: that's a really pathetic cakechannieworld: oppa! you only got 3 seconds of screen time for the maestro comeback! what do you think about that?lalalihhu: at this rate you should just leave seventeenjoshuji17: happy 27th birthday!ighoutofsvt: get out of SVT! couparang4ever: are you not showing your gifts this year again?

"This cake is not pathetic, it's just simple." Gyuhan explained, wagging his finger at the screen. He got up towards the fridge in the room and took out an icing bag. “I’ll decorate it on my own.”

ighoutofsvt: so extra for what? jeonghansvt: happy birthday, our fourteenth~ hannieforlyfe: it’s Jeonghan! joshuji17: hi jeonghan!

Gyuhan paused slightly at the words on the screen. Under the table, his hands curled into a fist but his lips curled into a smile. “Thank you, Jeonghan hyung.”

jeonghansvt: the others and i are out at a bbq~ jeonghansvt: we’re sorry that you couldn’t join us because of the live~ jeonghansvt: enjoy your live~ i’m out of here~

Gyuhan knew he did it on purpose. But he kept his smile on his face, his nails digging into the skin of his fist. “What a pity, hyung. Have fun!” He answered simply, before reaching for the bag. “I’m going to start decorating this cake…”

Gyuhan had never joined dinner with his members in private. Everything is for show on the programmes, where Gyuhan’s image was snobby and simply disdainful. The members make sure it was kept that way for ten years. 

ighoutofsvt: he’s disregarding jeonghan!couparang4ever: can someone kick that hater out of the room?gyuhannie: oppa! sorry that i’m late to your live!

Gyuhan’s eyes lit up at the ID. For the first time in the night, a genuine and bright smile appeared on his face. “Hello there. It’s alright, you’re just in time.”

10 February, 2017

It has been two years since they debuted. 

Gyuhan sat at the very end of the stage, watching his members laugh and play on the stage. Half of his body was shrouded in darkness, but no one seemed to realize that. Everyone’s attention was on the thirteen figures in the light.

At this point of time, Gyuhan had stopped harboring hope. He knew that the members would never accept him, no matter how hard he worked for them. He remembered how Chan wiped his hands in disgust after putting his arms around Gyuhan for the camera. 

“Ew, let Kwannie hyung do that next time,” he complained to Seungcheol, who barely even looked up from his phone. Gyuhan was left stranded in the room, before retreating to his usual corner by the stand-by room.

And now he sat on the stool, half-hidden by the darkness, watching them play around on the stage with a hole in his heart. 

The fansign was even worse. The fans either ignored Gyuhan, or just urged him to sign their album before taking out another for the other members. Gyuhan kept his smile on, his voice soft as he repeated his actions again and again, greeting every fan that walked past him. He saw the manager adjusting some of the gifts for the members, and he glanced around at the empty table that belonged to him.

Pathetic, he thought, before a figure sat down in front of him.

“Hello!” Gyuhan’s heart raced. A blushing girl smiled sweetly as she sat down in front of him with an album in hand. “Hello, Gyuhan-ssi!”   

“H-hi!” Gyuhan stammered. “How are you?” He asked, as the fan began to share a short conversation with him. When the time was up, she promised to see Gyuhan at the next fansign.

“I’ll make an ID called ‘Gyuhannie’!” That was her promise when she left. 

And she did. 

02 February, 2019

It has been four years since Gyuhan had joined SEVENTEEN.

The group has started to gain popularity. When Gyuhan had followed Seokmin, Joshua and Soonyoung to the store under their ‘friendly’ request, fans spotted them and requested for photos. 

None paid attention to him. 

“Hey, could you help us take a photo?” A fan approached Gyuhan, shoving her phone to his face. Gyuhan’s eyes peeked out from the beanie, and he nodded, raising the phone and facing it to the fans and the other three. 

“One, two, three, smile!” The camera clicked, and the fans thanked the other three for the pictures. Gyuhan silently picked up the grocery bags, walking to the car on his own. He has already grown numb to this, whether it be the treatment of his members or CARATs. Even hosts from shows also seem to forget about him, rarely cueing him unless the director had reminded them. 

Gyuhan felt invisible. 

At times, he was thankful that he was invisible. That means that nobody paid attention to him, and Gyuhan could take a rest from malicious comments and hateful thoughts. But other times, Gyuhan was miserable. 

Gyuhan is part of SEVENTEEN.

Isn’t he?

As the fans bade the members goodbye, one of them turned to her friend, whispering. “Hey, who’s the guy in the beanie?”

“No idea, maybe a manager?”

09 February, 2015

“That’s the last time you should make a mistake, Im Gyuhan!”

Soonyoung roared in frustration as the members groaned, Seungkwan running to stop the music. Again, this is the third time Gyuhan made a mistake in the choreography. Gyuhan’s heart thumped as he bowed, apologizing again and again for making a mistake. “I’m really sorry-”

“I don’t think you are. Do you think being an idol is a joke, huh? You came out of nowhere, parachuting into our group and destroying our months-worth hard work. Is it funny to you?” Soonyoung grabbed Gyuhan’s shirt, as the others attempted to calm him down. “Calm down, Soonyoung-ah!”

Gyuhan could feel the room glaring with him with dislike. He felt suffocated, his muscles sore and tired from exhaustion. A hand gripped his shoulder tightly, and Gyuhan turned to see Minghao staring expressionlessly at him. 

“I think you should leave for the moment, Gyuhan-ssi.” He had never called him hyung, not once. “We need time to calm Soonyoung down, maybe you should do that too.”

Gyuhan left.

No one followed him.

24 May, 2025

gyuhannie: oppa, you look tired.

Gyuhan sat alone in his bedroom, smiling at the comment. The staff had finally gotten him a nice looking birthday cake, a chocolate-flavored one. It’s not as fancy as what the other members have, but still, it’s enough for Gyuhan. 

“Do I?” His voice was light. “Maybe I should go to bed earlier today. Once I finish blowing the candles, anyway.”

svtot134ever: you’re really not fit to be an idol gyugyus38: can you haters just leave him alone? haodebah: you have gifts this year?

“Yep! Wonwoo gave me that, and Jun gave me that.” Gyuhan pointed at two nicely-wrapped presents placed right behind him. “Oh, but I want to show you guys some cool stuff.”

For some reason, the hate for Gyuhan had been reduced. The other members have also started to become friendly towards Gyuhan, and Mingyu even helped him when he moved out of the dorm to his current apartment. Gyuhan hadn’t accepted his help, only agreeing when the manager told him that they needed extra manpower. 

And for some strange reason, they have been acting nicer to him. Gyuhan didn’t know why, and he didn’t want to know why. Who knows what they might be planning for him? So when Jihoon showed up at his apartment with a fruit basket and gifts, Gyuhan just let him in. 

He’s too tired to think anymore. 

For ten years that they have known each other, Jihoon and Gyuhan hadn’t really spoken to each other, unless he was in the recording studio. Gyuhan would say that Jihoon was actually one of the nicer members towards him, not paying much attention and yet just coldly watching him struggle from the sidelines. So when Jihoon heard that he was allergic to peaches, Gyuhan caught guilt flashing past his eyes. 

But why?

“I’m sorry, I’ll take this back-” “No, leave it. It’s fine.” Gyuhan sat across from Jihoon, gesturing for him to put the fruit basket containing the peaches down. “What makes you visit me today?”

“Oh,” Jihoon looked nervous. He pointed to the bags he took with him. “Happy birthday. I mean, Wonwoo and Jun asked me to bring these… And here’s mine…” He took out a box from one of the bags, placing it in front of Gyuhan. 

Gyuhan was taken aback. Is he in a dream? Is Jihoon really sitting in front of him, wishing him a happy birthday? 

“Jihoon gifted me this. Isn’t it pretty?” Gyuhan opened the box, revealing a pen lying in it. Gyuhan’s name was carved into the pen, and he gently held it to the camera, his eyes shining with delight. 

picheolinshat: that’s actually a nice looking pen.gyuhannie: it’s really pretty!ot134ever: it’s just a penujijijijjiji: what about wonwoo’s gift?iokfsn920: open jun’s gift!

“I’ll open Jun’s gift first.” Gyuhan took a quick glance at the screen, before turning his attention to the bag. Carefully, Gyuhan took out a nicely wrapped package. He unwrapped it, revealing a pair of gloves. 

“This is nice.” Gyuhan immediately put the gloves on, but it was too big for his hand. 

couparang4ever: LOL jun bought the wrong sizehanniehaeeee: HAHAHAHAHA wrong size dkkk920: how did he buy the wrong size? 

“They’re really warm and fuzzy.” Gyuhan rubbed the material of the glove between his fingers after he pulled them off. He cleared his throat, looking at the clock. 

“Ah, it’s time.” 

He lit the candle up, his gaze alternating between the clock and the comment section. The fans were counting down with him, and when the minute hand reached twelve, Gyuhan smiled. 

25 May, 2025

“Happy 30th birthday to me, CARATs.”

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[sweetdestinyzombie-blog]

I lowkey vibed so hard with this angst. Hope the author updates soon.

[yiichan]

eh... idk about that

[yiichan]

hiii ^_^ just wanted to drop by & say that i rlly rlly love ur fics hehe <3 the yandere 14th member headcanons, the jun fic, the wonwoo cult fic & dino drunk fic are my favs 💖 i love that u write for yandere seventeen & gn/male reader its rlly nice & i also really enjoy your writing 🙏🔥💖 THANKS 4 WRITINGGG >_< 💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️

Must have missed this during my inactivity, thank you for much for this. Really needed it, thank you so much 🌷

[yiichan]

girl is you okay? it’s been a while since we’ve heard from you😞

Alive… Just registered the presale for the next SEVENTEEN concert… and lots of work….. Thank you for remembering me…. Am trying to write but work has really taken my creativity… And I just told off my boss this afternoon, am I cooked?

[yiichan]

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO READERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IM ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Thank you guys for waiting for me! So I got a j*b and I am slaving my ass over paperwork BUT also am filled with new angstier stories and darker ones... DDDNE YOU'LL ALWAYS BE THE GOAT THEME

and meanwhile, since seventeen is all going to have their members bibbity bobbity boo into the military, shall gyuhan have his military days hehehehehhehehehehe im unhinged hafhdjkmcda

also DID I MENTION that theres a shiny draft of yandere!poly!bandmates!svt X m!member!you hehehehheheheh

or maybe i'll give you guys a name. hEHEHhEH saja bois and squid game lsot me hehehahsdehh

hello moots im alive okay

and also hehehheh im writing this message AND the draft in my bosses office so sneak +1+1+1 okay bye

[yiichan]

𝟎𝟔 - 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

pairings. idol!ot13 x m!14thmember!oc. word count. 0.7k. genre. parellel universe au, extra member au, angst.

warnings. sasaengs.

writers notes. introducing the people i hope disappear from the face of the earth - sasaengs. you guys heard about the jk situation? fucking disgusting. anyway, one more before i disappear lol. i hate like 4-5 paper works due and i think im not sleeping anytime soon, feel free to drop me any inboxes.

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The van was quiet except for the steady hum of the engine and the soft, even breaths of the members scattered around him. Wonwoo adjusted his glasses carefully, the frames slipping down his nose as he tilted his head just slightly to glance at Gyuhan, who was slumped against his shoulder, fast asleep.

Gyuhan looked younger like this, the sharp edges of his determination softened by exhaustion. His lips were slightly parted, his dark lashes casting faint shadows against his cheeks. Chan was curled up on Gyuhan’s lap, his fingers tangled in the fabric of Gyuhan’s hoodie, as if even in sleep, he was afraid Gyuhan might disappear if he let go.

Wonwoo’s chest ached.

It had only been a few months since debut, but the weight of their past lives pressed down on them all—everyone except Gyuhan. Sixty years of memories between them, lifetimes of experience in the idol industry, and yet here they were, watching their youngest member struggle to keep up, not because he lacked talent, but because he was the only one who hadn’t lived this before.

The comments online didn’t help.

“Why is Gyuhan always a beat behind?” “He’s dragging the group down.” “They’d be perfect without him.”

Wonwoo had seen them. He knew Gyuhan had too.

The music cut off abruptly, and Gyuhan had stumbled, his chest heaving as he braced his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the polished floor.

“Again,” he panted, reaching for the remote to restart the track.

Soonyoung, who had been watching from the corner, stepped forward. “Gyuhan-ah, it’s 3 AM. You need to rest.”

Gyuhan didn’t look up. “I’ll rest when I get it right.”

Wonwoo, leaning against the mirror, caught the way Gyuhan’s hands trembled—raw and blistered from hours of practice. He pushed off the wall. “You are getting it right.”

Gyuhan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark and exhausted. “Then why does it still feel like I’m failing, hyung?”

The words hung in the air, heavy and unanswerable.

Because the truth was, Gyuhan wasn’t failing. Not really. He was learning at a normal pace—an exceptional pace, even. But compared to the rest of them, who moved with the effortless precision of decades of muscle memory, he stood out.

And the world had noticed.

On the day of the fan meeting, the venue was packed, fans waving lightsticks and screaming their names as SEVENTEEN moved through the crowd, stopping at each section to greet them. Gyuhan smiled brightly, bending down to accept letters and small gifts, his laughter ringing even as Wonwoo noticed the tension in his shoulders.

Then he saw her.

A woman in the third row, her expression cold, her gaze locked onto Gyuhan. Wonwoo’s instincts prickled. He’d seen her before—at the last fansign, lingering near the exit, watching.

Gyuhan reached for a stuffed toy a fan had dropped, and in that split second, the woman’s arm jerked forward.

Something dark and liquid arced through the air.

Time slowed.

The bottle hit Gyuhan square in the face, ink splattering across his skin, dripping into his eyes, his mouth, his collar. Gasps erupted around them. Gyuhan staggered back, his hands flying up instinctively, but he didn’t scream. Didn’t even look surprised.

Just… resigned.

Chaos erupted.

Mingyu lunged forward, his voice a roar as security grabbed the woman. Chan screamed Gyuhan’s name, his face white with shock. The other members surged around him, blocking him from view, but Wonwoo couldn’t move.

Because Gyuhan, ink streaking down his cheeks like tears, whispered something that shattered him:

“I’m sorry.”

That night, Gyuhan sat on the edge of the bathtub, scrubbing at the stubborn stains on his neck. The ink had mostly washed off, but faint traces remained, clinging like shadows.

Wonwoo leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, his throat tight. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Gyuhan’s hands stilled. He didn’t look up. “Then why does it feel like I do?”

The words were quiet, broken.

Wonwoo didn’t have an answer.

Because the truth was, they had failed him. Their experience, their past lives, their carelessness—they had set him up to be a target. And now, ink-stained and bruised, Gyuhan was paying the price for existing in a world that hadn’t been made for him.

Wonwoo wondered if, in all their sixty years of memories, they had ever hurt someone as badly as they’d hurt Gyuhan—without ever laying a finger on him.

What can we do? What could we do? Why are we even failing in this life, too?

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volunteer ; wen junhui | jun

PAIRINGS — yandere!animalshelterworker!jun x newvolunteer!m!reader (+96 liners) WORD COUNT — 1.1k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au, request

WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, implications on stalking.

REQUEST — recently i have an influx of jun thoughts 🙄 maybe u can write about yandere jun, who works at the animal shelter and takes care of cats there, that falls for the new volunteer and does everything to make him his? I'll leave the plot details to you, just pls lots of cats and yandere 💙 you're the best author-nim 💙

WRITER'S NOTES — i am way too late for this, fuck adult life, FUCK ADULT LIFE. But hey, I'm alive. Barely. Okay..? I HATE WORKING, I HAVE SO MANY GODDAMN PAPER WORK WHY THE FUCK AM I CRASHING OUT OVER HERE AND THE WORST THING IS I THINK MY WRITING STYLE CHANGED WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK btw stream Bad Influence and I have trigger on repeat.

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There were a lot of cats at Whisker & Paw, a cozy shelter tucked between an old bakery and a half-forgotten bookstore. The air smelled faintly of kibble and lavender spray, and the cats wandered freely — some shy, some bold, all endlessly curious.

But what caught your attention the most that first day wasn’t a cat.

It was Junhui.

He was crouched beside a sunbeam, brushing out an old Persian’s fur with a tenderness that didn’t feel forced. His head turned slightly when he noticed you in the doorway, warm brown eyes meeting yours like he’d already been waiting.

Jihoon had introduced you both casually: “This is Junhui. Been here longer than I have. Just follow his lead.”

Junhui gave you a smile — soft, polite, unreadable.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.

It felt like a simple thing to say.

At the time.

He was easy to like.

Quiet, gentle with the cats, and always a step ahead. You noticed how the kittens curled around his legs like they belonged there. He moved with the same quiet confidence they did — always present, always watching.

Sometimes you’d feel his eyes on you when you bent down to fill a bowl or coaxed a skittish cat from under a shelf. When you looked, he was already turning away, too fast, like he hadn’t been staring at all.

You figured he was just quiet. Introspective.

Maybe a little lonely.

“You and Junhui-hyung seem to be getting close,” Wonwoo said one afternoon, nudging your side while restocking wet food.

You shrugged. “He’s nice. Just… reserved.”

“Reserved?” Wonwoo had a small, mysterious smile on his face. “That’s one word for it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” A pause. “Just be careful. The quiet ones watch closely.”

The shift came slowly.

One week you were laughing together in the backroom about how one of the cats stole your sandwich. The next, he was quieter again. Focused. Always near you, but never saying much unless you initiated.

You still smiled at him. Still thanked him when he brought you tea or picked up your shifts. But you started noticing things.

Your schedule was always matched with his.

You hadn’t seen Jihoon assign them that way.

Your favorite mug was always clean, even when it hadn’t been yesterday.

Junhui knew things about you you hadn’t told him. That you liked cinnamon. That you hated strong perfume. That you talked to your cat back home like he was a person.

You asked once, jokingly, “You been reading my mind?”

Junhui just smiled. “No. Just paying attention.”

And then there was your phone.

One evening, during a late shift, you left it in your locker — just for a few minutes. You were in the middle of feeding and didn’t want it getting scratched or covered in fur.

When you returned, it was sitting on the bench outside the locker room.

You frowned. You hadn’t left it there.

Junhui appeared beside you without a sound.

“You left this,” he said, handing it to you. His fingers brushed yours.

You blinked. “Thanks. Thought I left it inside.”

He tilted his head. “Must’ve slipped out.”

You didn’t remember unlocking your locker.

That night, your messages with Soonyoung stopped.

He had invited you over. Sent a dinner emoji. Promised soup and movie night and your favorite wine. You’d been planning to go after your shift.

Now your texts were unread. Your call went to voicemail. You tried again. And again.

Nothing.

Junhui passed behind you, a soft presence.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

You hesitated. “Yeah. Just… plans fell through.”

He made a soft sound, sympathetic. “Sometimes people disappoint you. Even the ones you trust.”

You turned to him.

He smiled — quiet, comforting.

Like always.

After that, things tightened.

Junhui was everywhere. Always a step ahead. Always offering to help before you even asked. He’d hand you your gloves before you reached for them. Open the door before you touched the handle.

You started feeling… watched.

Even when he wasn’t in the room.

Even when you thought you were alone.

He started locking the doors a little earlier. “Safety,” he’d explain.

He started offering rides home. “Just in case.”

And when you declined?

He followed you out anyway. Said he had errands in the same direction.

A few weeks later, you told Jihoon you were thinking of pulling back from volunteering a little. Maybe taking fewer shifts. Your finals were coming up. Life was busy.

Jihoon nodded.

Junhui didn’t.

“I thought you liked it here,” he said, later, voice quiet as you wiped down the front counter.

“I do,” you said carefully. “I just need a break.”

He nodded once. But the way he stared made your chest tighten.

“It’s just…” he said after a long pause, “I feel like you belong here.”

You forced a small laugh. “I’m just a volunteer.”

“You’re more than that.”

There was no smile this time.

Just him — still, intense, watching you like he watched the most difficult cats: patiently, obsessively, waiting for the right time to pounce.

That night, you left early. The air outside felt sharp. Clearer.

Inside, Junhui watched from the second floor window, fingers gripping the curtains just enough to wrinkle the fabric. Below him, the cats purred around his feet.

“He doesn’t get it yet,” he whispered to one of the kittens. “But he will.”

He picked up your spare apron from the hook.

Held it to his chest.

Breathed in.

“You’re safest here,” he murmured. “With me. Always with me.”

He looked out into the night again, eyes shining, soft and unblinking.

“And if you ever try to leave…”

A pause. A smile.

“…I’ll make sure you don’t.”

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