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my favorite tag game is back hehehe I get so excited to see everyone's before and afters. I love seeing the ~transformations~ of your beautiful creations.
most of these gifs are from the concerts. actually, I had forgotten to save some for this gifset until kelli reminded me 😅 I think we all know how hard it was to get the colouring right for this tours concerts, so I believe we should all be really proud of what we've done. ♡ the sharpening on these probably looks weird but that's just because I resized the original gifs 😭 I was too lazy to make new ones. I'm sorry LAKSLAKLKS
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Wonwoo can't get enough of you when he comes home from practice.
🎮 Pairing: idol!Wonwoo x streamer!Reader (f)
🎮 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Idol au, streamer au, established relationship
🎮 Warnings: Reader is smaller than Wonu, pet names (baby, princess), unprotected sex (educate and be safe plz!), bigDick!Wonu, manhandling, chair sex, size kink, dirty talk, rough and lazy sex, no prep, multiple positions, squirting, creampie, consensual somnophilia, fingering, aftercare
🎮 Word Count: 3.9k
🎮 Author’s Note: Another fic I started months ago that I've been on and off with, but missing Wonu spurred me to finally finish it 🥺 Tbh this was meant to be pure fluff but here we are...
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“This game is freaking me out!” you exclaim to your audience with nervous laughter.
Your eyes scan over the quick messages on your second monitor, trying to calm your nerves from the scary game you decided to play for tonight’s stream.
“It’s not freaking you out, chat? What?! But it’s so realistic,” you huff.
You read a few more messages before releasing a heavy sigh and averting your attention back to the game.
“Alright, what’s your order?” you question the character on the screen. “One vanilla latte and one white mocha.”
You move your player around the in-game cafe, grabbing a cup and adding ice to it.
“Coffee, steamed milk, and vanilla syrup,” you mumble while you move your player.
You’re so invested in the game, you don’t see the figure standing half in your doorway until it makes a slight movement.
You yelp and push away from your desk slightly.
The figure chuckles and steps into the room. Despite your boyfriend wearing a mask, you can see the smile in his eyes behind his glasses.
“You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaim, pausing the game to remove one earpiece.
Wonwoo laughs softly and rubs a hand over your shoulders soothingly. “Sorry.”
“Well, since you’re here, will you play some of this for me?” you question, pouting slightly to try to increase your chances of him saying yes.
Wonwoo glances at your screen as he ponders.
“Chat, tell him he has to play since he scared me,” you say while turning to your side monitor.
"It's not a cop-out!" you huff halfheartedly, knowing that's a lie. "I'll still be here."
Your eyes follow the influx of messages, seeing one question in particular being sent repeatedly.
“Who’s he? Oh, he’s my boyfriend,” you answer, placing a hand on top of his on your shoulder. You realize it’s the hand absent from his team’s ring.
There’s a pause while you read more messages.
“Sorry, guys, he doesn’t want to show his face. I hope you can understand!” you explain after seeing countless requests.
“What’s the game?” Wonwoo asks.
You peer up at him. “It’s about this creep who stalks a barista.”
“I’m guessing it’s a scary game?” he asks.
You nod.
Wonwoo is silent for a few seconds as he considers your request. Finally, he gestures for you to stand. You start to remove the headphones, but Wonwoo stops you. He guides you out of the chair just enough for him to slip past and plop himself down. Afterward, he settles you on his lap.
“Thought you could just leave me alone, huh?” he says lowly behind you. You’re not sure if your chat heard him, but you don’t care. You doubt it was meant for their ears anyway.
“You could’ve at least let me stand behind the chair,” you mumble.
Wonwoo drums his fingers against your thighs.
“Not a chance," he says, then moves his hands to the mouse and keyboard. After clicking resume, you instruct him on what to do.
A few minutes into him playing, a sound alert of realistic knocking plays in your ears. You jump, and Wonwoo tilts his head in confusion.
“There was a sound alert,” you explain, pointing to the pop-up on your second monitor.
Wonwoo chuckles, gives your hand a quick squeeze, and continues fulfilling the character’s orders—unfazed. Unlike you, Wonwoo doesn’t get startled by the jump scares throughout the game. If he does get startled, it’s more so from your reaction than the actual spook.
By the time the game ends, Wonwoo’s still behind you. His hands have moved from the desk to your thighs as you give your thoughts on the game.
“I knew he was in the apartment! That’s so freaky,” you say. “Have you guys heard about people living in others’ homes without being caught?”
You can’t help but glance around your room, envisioning someone lurking in your closet. Wonwoo gives your legs reassuring squeezes to remind you he’s here. You’re grateful you don’t have to spend the night alone this time.
“Okay, I guess we should stop talking about that stuff,” you say with a laugh.
Your eyes follow the messages in chat.
“You’re home alone? It’ll be okay! Maybe watch some happier videos before you go to sleep,” you reply to one of the messages.
You answer a few more questions with Wonwoo patiently sitting beneath you, drawing random shapes on your skin. He doesn’t interrupt or hint that he wants you to end your stream. He’s always supported the career you’ve made for yourself—just like you’ve always supported him and his work.
“Well, thanks for joining today’s stream!” you announce after a few more minutes. “And thanks to our unexpected guest for helping me finish the game.”
You laugh and raise Wonwoo’s ring-free hand from your thigh to shake in a wave.
“I’ll be back on tomorrow night with a happier game.” You smile, eyes following the chat as messages come in. Wonwoo’s hand goes back to your leg, massaging your flesh gently as you thank a few more supporters and wish them all a good night.
Once your stream has ended for a minute, Wonwoo takes off his mask.
“You have a nice stream?” he asks tenderly. He leans in and gives the area just beneath your ear a gentle kiss. You snuggle closer at the touch.
“Yes, the chat loves when I play scary games.” You chuckle.
“You are cute when you’re scared,” he replies, kissing lower.
You roll your eyes but smile internally at him calling you cute.
“Yeah, you’re cute when you’re scared, too,” you tease.
Wonwoo laughs against your skin and squeezes you. “I don’t get scared.”
“I’ve seen it!” you argue. And you have… at least twice in half a year.
He hums, nipping at your skin and causing you to jump. Wonwoo grunts behind you.
“Sorry,” you say when you realize you might have hurt him.
“’s okay,” he mumbles and readjusts you on his lap.
“How was practice?” you ask.
“My brain hurts.” He sighs. “We had to learn a new choreo today.”
“Is it hard?” you wonder. You know after years of experience, picking up choreography comes easily to Wonwoo, but it’s still tiring work.
He nods, and you can feel his hair tickle the back of your neck.
“I’m excited to see it,” you say and twist to see him.
He peers up when he feels you shift.
Your mouth stretches into a smile as soon as you see him. He reciprocates the grin and captures your lips with his.
The kiss starts tender and slow, but over time it gets hotter. Each glide of his tongue sends warmth down to your core, and you can feel Wonwoo harden beneath you.
“How tired are you?” you question quietly.
He chuckles and snakes his hands under your shirt to cup your covered breasts.
“Not too tired,” he replies.
You hum and smile, leaning in to kiss him again.
Wonwoo grins against yours while he unhooks your bra. He grips your bare breasts, strong hands kneading the fat. You moan softly into the kiss and cover his hands with your smaller ones.
Wonwoo shifts beneath you as if looking for friction, so you begin gyrating your hips. He makes a low noise into the kiss. You can feel how he grows harder and bigger under your ass. The thought of him stretching you makes your panties more damp.
You pull away and carefully stand between his spread legs. You hook your fingers into your shorts’ waistband and pull them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You glance back to see Wonwoo shoving his sweats and underwear low enough to expose his cock.
You feel like a feral dog seeing how big he is. You can’t wait any longer.
You place one hand on Wonwoo’s thigh as you bend over slightly; you spit in the other before reaching back and taking him in your palm. His hips jerk the second you touch him, making you smile at his sensitivity.
You start pumping him a few times, then begin aligning his tip to your entrance; however, Wonwoo grips your hips.
“Wait, baby, what about prep?” he asks.
“We’ll go slow, Wonie. Please. I just need you inside me,” you whine impatiently.
“Fuck, okay, princess,” he curses and eases his grip. “Don’t go too fast.”
You smile at him worrying about you and nod.
You resume moving back as you bring him closer. After rubbing his tip along your folds a couple of times, you slowly sink back.
Gasping, you pause after a second. You know you haven’t reached halfway yet. You’ve taken him many times, but his size never fails to stretch you to the brim.
Wonwoo rubs your hips tenderly, and you place your hands on his wrists for stability.
“Take your time, baby,” he coos behind you.
You take a breath and ease yourself up, then down again. Your movement is agonizingly slow, but Wonwoo doesn’t complain. Each time you sink down, you take more of him. The painful stretch quickly turns into pleasure, and by the time you finally take him whole, your thoughts have been consumed with him. Him inside you. Him touching you.
“You okay?” Wonwoo asks, hands still tending to your body soothingly.
“Y-Yeah,” you reply. “You just feel too good.”
Wonwoo chuckles. “Too good?”
“Hm,” you hum and slowly raise yourself until just his tip is inside, then you lower your hips all the way down.
“Shit, princess. So good taking all of me,” Wonwoo murmurs.
You faintly register something hitting the ground and glance down. Wonwoo has discarded his top, leaving him naked under you. You follow his lead and hastily part ways with your shirt.
His praise makes you go a little faster when you move again. Your legs begin to ache, but you focus on how heavenly Wonwoo’s cock feels gliding against your walls. Soon, you’re bouncing on his dick quickly—trying to chase your high and bring him to his.
“That’s it, baby,” Wonwoo praises behind you. “Use my cock to make yourself feel good.”
“Wanna make you feel good too, Wonie,” you pant.
“You are; your tight little cunt takes me perfectly.”
Your grip on his wrists tightens, and even though you want to keep going fast, your legs give out. You circle your hips instead, occasionally lifting yourself up and sinking back down slowly. One of his hands trails up your waist to pet your head. It’s a sweet gesture until he grips your hair roughly. You gasp, pausing mid-air at the unexpected harshness.
When Wonwoo stands up, it causes his cock to push in deeper. You bite back a moan and glance behind you to look at him. He gives you a handsome grin, then uses his hand in your hair and on your waist to spin you around. He untangles his fingers from your hair to raise the chair, his toned chest pressing against your back.
You take the opportunity to kiss his neck. Wonwoo chuckles, giving your waist a tender squeeze and your lips a sweet peck in return. He adjusts his glasses before continuing to raise the chair.
Once the chair is at his desired height, he helps you kneel on it. Your hands rest on the back of the seat.
“My turn, hm?” he questions and guides his cock back to your entrance. He glides in with one quick motion, making you whine and lift slightly.
“Don’t run away, princess,” he murmurs low in your ear, hands back on your hips. “Thought you wanted my cock deep in your cunt.”
You nod and lower yourself back down. You reach a hand back to grip his thigh and pull him closer.
“I do. ‘m sorry,” you whine.
Wonwoo kisses your head before sliding out and snapping back in. Another gasp falls from your lips as your body gets jerked into the chair.
“Just relax,” he says.
Then he’s thrusting up into you, low moans getting lost with yours. Your legs press together, and your hands grip the chair. Wonwoo’s pace isn’t as fast as it can be, but his movements are powerful and deliberate.
You reach back to get his attention.
“What is it?” he asks softly, contradicting the snapping of his hips.
“Kiss.” You pout.
He smiles and leans down to grant your wish. Wonwoo still moves as he kisses you. The feeling of his lips and his cock makes you dizzy.
“Want your cum, Wonie,” you plead against his lips.
Wonwoo’s pace falters, a curse escaping from beneath his breath.
“Where do you want it, baby?” he asks while you pathetically circle your hips against him.
You grab his hand and place it on your lower belly.
“Inside, please. Need to feel you cum in my pussy,” you say.
Wonwoo’s fingers sprawl against your tummy, squeezing the soft flesh. He rolls his hips slowly and moans in the back of his throat when he feels himself. He presses harder on your tummy and repeats his actions.
“That so?” he teases against your ear. He licks along the curve, which sends a shiver running down your body. He chuckles.
“Yes!” you reply.
“Is my princess not feeling full enough? Want your boyfriend’s cum stuffing this pretty pussy?”
Your walls clench around his fat cock. You love it when Wonwoo talks like this. His voice gets low, raspy, and breathy.
“F-Fuck, baby,” he half groans and half laughs. “You trying to milk my cock?”
You nod.
“Well, if you want it so bad, then I ought to give you it, hm?”
“Please,” you whine, shifting your hips.
Wonwoo slips from your heat and guides your body so you’re seated properly in the chair. He tugs your hips closer to the edge, then spreads your legs over the armrests.
Wonwoo smiles at your dripping, puffy cunt. He licks his lips as if imagining what you taste like, but he doesn’t kneel. If it weren’t for the strong desire to have his dick shoved into you again, you’d beg for his mouth.
Your eyes stare up at him, full of want and lust. Wonwoo’s look mirrors your own.
He slides his cock over your tummy, tapping it against your body a few times.
“See how deep I’m about to be?” he murmurs.
Your eyes drift down. Wonwoo’s wet, thick cock reaches your belly button. The sight has you biting your lip to suppress a moan.
“You’re going to feel me for days, princess,” he hums, dragging his length back and forth slowly. “Gonna crave my cock because you’re going to feel so empty.”
Your mouth hangs open as you watch him slide against your stomach, storing the sight in your memory. A filthy part of you wishes you had X-ray vision so you could see him rubbing between your gummy walls. Could see how he fills you to the brim. Fuck, you need him inside you.
“I want that. I want it all. Fuck me, Wonwoo. Please, fuck me,” you say, borderline begging.
Something in Wonwoo’s gaze darkens. It makes your heart flutter, and your pussy clench.
His eyes stay glued to yours as he aligns his tip, then pushes in with force—stretching you open again and plunging deep in your cunt.
You cry out, hands pushing against his waist while your legs try to close.
Wonwoo grips your legs and shoves them wider. He plants his hands on the armrests to keep them open. Only a second is spared before he’s snapping his hips into yours relentlessly. Each thrust has your gasps and moans sounding louder.
“W-Wonwoo,” you mewl. He’s the deepest he’s been all night. The angle lets him hit the spot that drives you crazy, makes the coil in your lower belly tighten. It gets to be too much, but Wonwoo resists your hands that try to keep him away. Your strength is no match for his.
“You always whine for my cock, but when you get it, you try to push me away?” he laughs, a little mockingly.
“T-Too much,” you pant.
“No, baby, it’s just right.”
He grips your hair and pushes your head down. It’s not the most comfortable angle, but you don’t give a damn when Wonwoo’s fucking you like you’re his lifeline.
“Remember how deep I was gonna be? Do you feel it now?”
Wonwoo slams his hips down, pressing his pelvis against yours roughly to hit as far as he can. You yelp, walls clenching and legs shaking slightly.
He slips his hand from your messy hair, pushes his glasses up like it’s an afterthought, then flattens his palm to your stomach. He thrusts in again. With the press of Wonwoo’s hand, you can feel his length slide along your walls more. You don’t realize how much that affects you until your body trembles and a broken scream rips from your throat.
The second Wonwoo feels your pussy clamp down, his other hand moves to rub your clit quickly. Your juices land haphazardly on your tummy, and through your haze, you see it fly onto Wonwoo’s body too. It’s so messy.
You were so enveloped in your climax, you didn’t realize Wonwoo had slipped from your cunt until he slams back in. His hands go back to the armrests, and he chases his high with no remorse. You’re shaking beneath him, garbled noises spilling from your mouth.
Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow; his mouth drops wider. He curses repeatedly in hushed whispers.
“Feel so fucking good,” he groans. His hands grab your ass and start pushing your hips up. “Pussy’s so tight. Made for my cock.”
You nod, legs slipping down the armrests, but Wonwoo doesn’t care anymore. You grip onto the chair’s seat so you don’t fall off.
“Cum for me, Wonie,” you moan. “Fill me with it.”
Wonwoo’s pace gets more frantic—fucking you onto him like a toy. His deep moans get lighter, airy. Then, he’s gasping like he just resurfaced from harsh waters.
He yanks your hips impossibly close, fingers digging into your ass almost painfully. His head falls back, and his cock twitches as he shoots his load deep in your pussy—just like you wanted.
You’re panting with him, taking in his handsome form. His clenching abs, his bulging biceps, and the sweat coating his chest. It's a sight that no one but you sees.
Wonwoo comes to a few moments later. He gives you a tired grin, then picks you up. His cock is still sheathed inside, and you moan weakly at the shift.
Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom. After setting you on the counter, he rests his head on yours. Your eyes close, rubbing his wide back soothingly.
“I love you,” you whisper against his chest.
“I love you more,” he replies, planting a kiss on your head.
Minutes pass of silent cuddles. Your breathing has finally settled.
Wonwoo carefully lifts your feet until they’re anchored on the counter. You whimper at the sensation of his soft dick slipping out. His gaze casts down, and you follow it. White, thick cum oozes from your spent cunt. You squeeze your walls to push more of it out. Although the sight makes you want to go for another round, you’re both tired.
You didn’t mean to have such intense sex. Wonwoo had just come from practice. You only wanted him to rest as you got him off.
Wonwoo grabs a clean cloth, wets it with warm water, then glides it gently across your folds. You reach out to rub the back of his neck, a sweet gesture while he cleans you.
Wonwoo reminds you to use the toilet as he discards the soiled rag. Once you’re done and washing your hands, he goes next. It’s silent during the aftermath; it’s a routine that doesn’t need words.
Only when you’re both tangled in each other's limbs in bed does someone speak.
“You weren’t supposed to do anything.” You laugh softly.
Wonwoo smiles and pecks your lips.
“I had a feeling.” He chuckles. “But I couldn’t help myself.”
“But you worked so hard today. I didn’t want you to have to do more.”
Wonwoo rubs his thumb along your bottom lip as if to wipe away your frown.
“Princess, I didn’t have to do anything, but I wanted to. I wanted to fuck this sweet pussy,” he says, voice getting deeper during his last sentence, and slips a hand between your legs.
You giggle and wiggle away. “We’re never going to sleep if you do that!”
Wonwoo grabs your hips and pulls you back, body flushed together. Your soft breasts push against his toned chest, leg hooking over his hip. His soft cock presses into your stomach.
“Is that a promise?” he asks, eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.
“You have practice tomorrow,” you murmur.
Wonwoo nods and kisses you. It’s a short kiss but long enough to get your heart racing.
“And I have hours until I have to be there,” he replies, tilting your chin up to kiss your neck.
You laugh again and lift his head. He pulls away with a small pout.
“You need rest, Wonie,” you insist.
“I need you,” he whines and tucks his face into your neck again. “Need your lips. Need your pussy.”
Your heart leaps at his words. It’d be so easy to give in to him.
“Let’s make a deal,” you announce and pull him away again. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes.
His silence prompts you to continue, “Take a nap, at least, and if you still want to fuck, then we can.”
“Mmph. Fine.” He sighs, then lies on his back, keeping you at his side.
You eye him suspiciously; you didn’t expect him to give in so easily. However, you don’t question it and sink into the mattress. You snuggle against his warm body, focusing on his steady breathing.
Sleep consumes you quickly.
You don’t know how long it’s been before you wake to Wonwoo’s fingers circling your clit lazily.
“Please,” Wonwoo whispers into your ear when he sees you stir.
Your eyes peel open.
“Did you even”—a gasp jumps up your throat when Wonwoo’s fingers slide down to slip inside your hole—”sleep?”
“I did,” he answers and rubs his fingers along your soft walls. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt.”
You giggle sluggishly, shifting your body so your leg is slung over his hip again.
“Don’t be mad at me when you’re tired at practice,” you mumble, still half-asleep.
“I could never be mad at you when you make me feel so good,” he replies and spreads his fingers gently to stretch you.
You hum in response, hand sliding down his chest to pump his semi-hard cock. Wonwoo’s breath hitches at the feel of your hand.
Soon, Wonwoo is pumping inside you again, albeit slower. They’re languid thrusts that allow you to simply feel pleasure. There’s no chasing highs. No slapping of the skin. A complete opposite of the sex from earlier.
But you love it all the same.
You and Wonwoo share lazy kisses, soft laughter, and breathy moans. Even if you’re both sluggish with sleep tomorrow, you wouldn’t trade this moment. You love the time you can be with him. To be engulfed in everything Wonwoo. Because to be submerged in Wonwoo means to be submerged in love.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way, with anybody else.
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i love you ateez. i love you ateez who once got excited that 10 people had watched their music video. i love you ateez who once were scared no one was going to show up. i love you ateez who packed into a van with not enough seats because their company couldn't afford a bigger one. i love you ateez who picked their fan name out because they thought everything happening was destiny. i love you ateez who found a way to include their member who was on hiatus for anxiety at every opportunity they could. i love you ateez who calls their moms every day. i love you ateez who never took a single day for granted. i love you ateez who put together an immortal songs performance on no sleep last minute and won. i love you ateez who still get on stage and perform like it's their last. i love you ateez who talk to each other for hours at a time about all the exciting ideas you have. i love you ateez who keep saying that they want this forever. i love you ateez who puts everything into everything they do no matter how loud the noise is. i love you ateez who love each other so much, so loudly, and with everything they do, because every moment is a love letter to what they've made. i love you ateez
Hello!! 👋🏻 Happy (belated) SVT Day!!! 🩵 I hope it's not too late to send in a request, if it is or you don't have time that is totally okay! 🥹
I was hoping to make a request for a Dino x Reader fic, with a secret relationship plot where reader is maybe Dino's makeup artist or something similar? So they're in each others presence pretty often but have to keep their feelings and interactions casual while on camera despite the tension; it'd be cute if Dino was also kind of a tease, like he doesn't mind hinting at their relationship or being flirty but reader is shy about it! So just something with some fun tension and overall fluff, if that's possible 🫶🏻 If you need something more specific, maybe a scenario where, after a performance and/or a music show win, Dino sneaks off to find reader to celebrate but right after they find each other, they're at risk of getting caught so they have to hide real quick; what's coming to mind is that scene from Tangled where Rapunzel and Eugene hide from the guards in the kingdom, if you know what I mean? 😭 Point being, they'd be all giggly once the threat passes and then plan and go on a date or something 🥹
I'm a real sucker for a good idol au + secret relationship, and I know you have a wonwoo fic with that kind of story that I can't WAIT to check out 🫣
Also, love the Carat questionnaire that I'm more than willing to answer 🫶🏻🫶🏻
1. When did you become a Carat?
2017, soon after Don't Wanna Cry was released!!
2. What lured you into Caratland?
In May or June of 2017, so like, RIGHT after DWC, my cousin who was into k-pop wanted to show me some of SVT mv's to try and get me into them, and DWC was the first one! unfortunately at the time I was like "i don't think this is my thing" 😭 only for me to like 5 months later, watch BTS's DNA mv and decide "oh wait I do like this, what was that other group she showed me??" 🫠
3. Who was your first bias?
Hoshi!!! I thought he was funny, and tigers were my favorite animal for the longest time 🐯
4. Who is your current bias?
Constantly cycling through Wonwoo, DK, and Dino, i don't think i'm too alone in having a bias line, right??
5. Who is your wrecker?
I mean, all of them, but if I had to pick someone as consistently trying to make his way permanently onto my bias line, it would be Seungkwan- vocals, looks, humor, wit, talent, like???
6. Favorite SVT song/era?
DWC/A1 will always have a special place in my heart, but alongside it would most likely be _WORLD era or Semicolon era 🖤 My fav songs would take way too long to decide or list, so off the top of my head, 'Lie Again' is SO GOOD OMG
7. Favorite Going Seventeen episode? Or, which GoSe do you rewatch a lot?
Mousebusters!!! I just find them chasing each other around to be really entertaining 😭 So in line with that, also Catch Stock (despite the rampant CHEATING) ; and then of course all the Don't Lies and the Bad Clues, and the Kickball and Going Rangers episodes ><
8. What's a SVT moment that never fails to make you laugh?
I just mentioned it, but so many moments from the Going Rangers episode literally make me bust a lung, specifically, DK's "my jibang, my cholesterol", Wonwoo's 'Spider' dance, and Shua's high note 😭 If there was another, there's this clip of Dino where the camera is up in his face and he gives it such a bad side eye and is like "i'm done talking", i find it really funny- Dino, DK, and Wonwoo are my biases i think partially because I appreciate all their senses of humor the most 🥹 Also shoutout to the Going Seventeen editors, i ADORE their embellishments and memes- AGAIN Going Rangers, they kept bringing back Wonwoo's "my grandiose dreams" from that one Dont Lie 😭😭
9. If you were a member of SVT, which unit would you be a part of?
I would LOVE to say Performance Unit, their discography makes up like half of my favorite SVT songs, but i'm not that inclined with dancing, i'm afraid 😖 so vocal unit!! I do love to sing!
10. In one word, what does SVT mean to you?
Solace 🫂
Always love to make Carat friends, lets keep shining in this diamond life!! 💎
Awh, I had a blast reading your answers! Solace is such a great word to choose! Mousebusters is so funny to watch. My favorite part is when Jun laughs evilly while being pinned down 🤣 I remember having to rewind that the first time I watched it because I was so surprised he was capable of such a sound LOL
Also, I believe it's VERY common to have a bias line in SVT because they're all so incredible! It took me a while to finalize mine haha.
TYSM for requesting this! 🥰
💋 Pairing: Dino/Chan x Reader
💋 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG/Fluff/Idol au, established relationship, secret relationship
💋 Warnings: None, just kissing
💋 Word Count: 1k
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Cheers and applause erupt in the dressing room following Seventeen's M Countdown win. The camera pans to show the group, a few members sending hearts in appreciation. Chan meets the camera's lens and sends a flying kiss. You puff a silent laugh and smile.
Before the team went on stage, Chan had told you that if they won, he'd blow you a kiss. It's a silent message, but it doesn't go unheard.
The group's videographers grab their cameras and prepare to get footage of their afterthoughts when they return. You wait in one of the makeup chairs, excited to see Chan and his handsome smile. There's always this special glow that surrounds him when he's happy.
The moment the group comes back, you look out for Chan. He meets your eye the second he steps through the door. He sends a quick head nod towards the exit before turning back to the cameras near him.
"Carats!" He greets cheerfully. "I had a lot of fun…"
You slip from your chair to leave the room. Your steps are slow as you find the vending machine you and Chan usually meet at. A few staff members from other groups bow in greeting, which you return. The hallway becomes less populated the closer you get. It's not too convenient since many groups bring their own food.
To not seem suspicious, you pull out your wallet from your back pocket. You tap it mindlessly as you scan the options.
"How much for a kiss?"
You startle, spinning to see Chan grinning.
You giggle and slip your card back into your wallet. "Sorry, those are reserved for my boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah?" Chan smirks, taking a step closer. "They must be good."
You lift a shoulder. "You'd have to ask him."
Chan takes another step and places his hands low on your hips. He pulls you closer.
"I heard he needs a reminder," he murmurs, low and gravely. Despite it stirring giddiness in your stomach, you know it'll be easy to tease him.
"So, they're forgettable?" You fake a frown.
Chan's eyes widen, and he starts to shake his head profusely.
"No, babe! That's not what I meant. I meant he—I need a reminder of how good they are. How incredible they—"
You press your lips against his briefly.
"'M just messing with you, Channie."
Your smile must reassure him, because his tense shoulders only ease when he sees it.
"You owe me ten kisses just for that!" He huffs halfheartedly.
"I dunno, Chan," you say with a heavy sigh. "Ten's a lot."
Chan squeezes his hands on your body. "That's the minimum."
You laugh. You want to tease him more, but the small pout on his lips is hard to refute.
You lean in and peck his lips.
"One."
"One?" Chan gasps. "That was barely—"
"What are you doing this weekend?"
You and Chan freeze. Thankfully, he recovers more quickly and pulls you into a nook in the wall nearby.
He presses you against the wall, caging you in—trying to get in the shadows as much as possible. The voices don't sound familiar, so it must be another group's staff.
You tuck your face into his chest so no one will recognize you in case you get caught.
"Nothing exciting. Groceries and sleep," another says. "You?"
Chan's chest rises and falls rapidly. You rest a hand on top of his heart and rub your thumb along his shirt. Gradually, his heartbeat slows a fraction.
You smile into his chest while he presses a silent kiss to your head. His hands rub your waist as you both listen to the footsteps pause.
"Pretty much the same except I have to visit my sister too," the first one replies with a laugh.
"What's up with your sister?" the other asks. There's a clunking sound, and you figure one of them got something from the vending machine.
"It's her birthday."
"Ah, wish her a happy birthday for me."
"Will d…"
Their voices and footsteps fade slowly as they leave.
A full minute passes until Chan releases a deep breath. You peer up at him for the first time, and despite having been in a precarious situation, a small giggle escapes your lips. A rush of excitement and fondness floods your body. There's always a thrill of doing something forbidden, and kissing your idol coworker definitely falls under that category.
Chan smiles and joins in your soft laughter.
"You're so cute," he murmurs while reaching out to cup your cheeks. He pulls you close and slots his lips with yours. It's embarrassing how quickly you melt into his muscular body. You hold onto his wrists to keep yourself upright.
"Congratulations, Channie," you whisper after you pull away for air.
"My number one supporter." He kisses you again. Slow, deep, and knee-buckling.
"I dunno about that," you respond. There are his brothers and his fans who cheer him on just as much as you.
"I do," he says. "And to say thanks, how about a date this weekend, baby?"
"Don't you have practice?" you wonder, sliding your hands up his arms to circle his neck.
"I do, but I'd still like to take you somewhere," he says.
"If you insist," you say, "but I'm treating you!"
Chan shakes his head and rubs his thumb along your bottom lip. "You can treat me with more kisses."
"That doesn't count!"
"Well, there's no way I'm letting these pretty hands"—he grabs your hands from around his neck—"touch your wallet. Not when I'm around."
You roll your eyes playfully. "We'll see."
Chan laughs and looks at you challengingly.
"We will," he says, followed by a short kiss. "We'd better get back now. I'll wait a bit before I come in."
You nod, then slip from the shadows.
By the time Chan comes back, the rest of the members are waiting to give a final thanks to their fans.
"Dino!" Seokmin exclaims.
"Sorry," Chan answers and joins his team on the corner.
Soonyoung grabs him around the shoulders and shuffles him in frame. He hugs his brother affectionately.
"You didn't get lost, did you?" he teases the youngest.
Chan smiles and shakes his head. "No. Just had to celebrate with something sweet."
"Did you eat it already? Was it good?" Wonwoo asks.
For a second, Chan's eyes snag on yours from across the room. The mischievous glint in his eyes has your cheeks warming before he even speaks.
(this came out of a conversation in the comments on a previous post about an author threatening to stop updating a fic because of lack of engagement)
So there’s this idea that fic writers should write for themselves and not care too much about stats or engagement,
and i totally get the sentiment behind that. if writing becomes entirely about stats and external validation, something important does get lost - creative freedom and joy, conviction in your own writing
but i also think:
“i write for myself, but i post for others.”
because posting fic is not only self-expression. it’s social. ao3 is called an archive, but emotionally it often functions as a community space.
people post for connection, for participation, for others to bear witness to their pain and trauma and grief,
and i don’t think most people are asking to be admired so much as acknowledged. there’s something deeply human about wanting another person to encounter something that mattered to you and go:
“ok, yeah, I see what you were trying to say. I see you.”
especially because fanfic is often people processing very real feelings through fictional characters at a safe distance, one step removed,
and then uploading that deeply personal thing into a shared archive and hoping somebody else might connect with it.
And i think that’s why it hurts so much when you summon up the courage and post a fic into the void and you get nothing back,
THIS. Exactly this. I think it is so important that we begin to encourage a culture and community of this, when it is KIND, because like, at the end of the day, yes, my view counter goes up, but is it the same people? Do they have thoughts and feelings about this thing I poured my soul into?
Imagine you've gone on a trip and you want to share the photos and people just look at them. They say NOTHING. They might give you one smile and a nod. You're trying to share and connect with them, but there is no connection because from your point of view, it is one sided.
Or, if you've written a composition for a class, and you get a 'complete' in the gradebook, and the teacher just shrugs and says "I read it, isn't that enough?" when you ask for feedback or you ask what they thought about it.
People don't need essays about the way your work affected them (but tbf, we LOVE those), just to have more than an icon, a number, a little faceless blip on the screen. I want to know WHAT connects so I know where I am succeeding, what is connecting, HOW the story is coming across, if you love my stupid little blorbos, because I love them and I want you to love them, too.
If someone's work connects with you, connect back. It's free. It's FUN, because I LOVE responding to comments. You build a community rather than a creator- passive consumer relationship and in this capitalist hellscape nightmare, I think it is something we all need, artists especially.
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After Mingyu accidentally stumbles upon Seungcheol and his girlfriend's sex tape, he can't get the footage out of his mind. So much so that when Seungcheol confronts him about his odd behavior, Mingyu can't help but to offer to lend a hand and be their videographer. To Mingyu's surprise, they accept.
📷 Pairing: s.coups (seungcheol) x reader x mingyu
📷 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+)/Smut, fluff/Idol!au, established relationship
📷 Word Count: 6k
📷 Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dom!Cheol, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, breast play, creampie, cumplay, oral (m. rec.), gagging, sex tapes, dirty talk, spitting, two spanks lol, rough sex, nicknames (baby, princess, pretty girl), reader has she/her pronouns
📷 Author's Note: Another fic that is finally seeing the light... I forgot I wrote this 😭 I originally had Wonwoo as the third, but I felt Mingyu fit the role better hehe. And TYSM @lovetaroandtaemin for being my beta!
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When Mingyu asked to borrow Seungcheol’s phone to take a few pictures, he didn’t expect to come across a video of his friend and his girlfriend. Especially one so intimate as this.
Despite his better judgment, Mingyu continues to watch the video. Thankfully, it’s already on mute.
Your back is against Seungcheol’s chest, body completely nude and exposed to the camera. Your legs are shut, but Seungcheol soon lifts one to get a better view of his cock drilling into your pussy. He hooks one arm under your lifted leg’s knee and the other around your neck.
Your hands grip his forearm, a smile donning your pretty face. Seungcheol says something that makes your eyes dart to the camera. The smile on your face slowly fades, replaced with a hazy look and slack jaw.
Seungcheol grins smugly and picks up his pace.
Mingyu doesn’t know where he wants to look. He likes seeing your pussy stretch around Seungcheol’s cock, but he also likes watching your tits bounce with each powerful thrust. Then there’s your face. Gradually, your expression becomes more fucked out.
Suddenly, the phone falls, and the screen goes black. Seungcheol’s face comes into view seconds later. He’s laughing and telling you something.
Seungcheol readjusts the camera, propping it up on whatever he found.
Mingyu watches as he gestures to the bed before you crawl onto it. You go on all fours, lowering your front to make your ass stick up in the air. Mingyu’s eyes are glued to your dripping cunt. It’s shining under the lights and looks so sweet. His mouth nearly begins to salivate from wanting to taste you.
Meanwhile, Seungcheol moves the camera closer and makes sure it’s stable before walking to you.
You’re shaking your ass playfully, which earns you a spanking that you welcome with a smile. Seungcheol shakes his head and then climbs up behind you. Mingyu watches as Seungcheol aligns his cock and slides in again. Your mouth falls open, and you move your head. Unfortunately, Mingyu can’t see your face anymore.
Seungcheol fucks you hard. His hips slam into yours so much that he has to pull you back a few times because you’ve slid too far forward. Mingyu wishes he had the volume on.
Like before, the phone eventually falls. It lands face up, but all that’s shown is the ceiling.
Mingyu waits impatiently for one of you to pick up the phone again, but neither of you does. He figures none of you realize, or you’re just too lost in each other to care. Probably both.
“You done?” Seungcheol asks as he walks up to him.
Mingyu hastily scrolls to a random picture, closes the gallery, and locks the device. He’s not sure how much Seungcheol can read on his face, but he hopes not much.
“Y-yeah. C-Can you send me w-what I took later?” he asks, pushing the phone back in Seungcheol’s hands like it’s a hot potato—hands that were gripping your waist tightly as he rammed into you from behind.
Mingyu swallows harshly at the memory.
“You couldn’t have done that yourself?” Seungcheol questions while pocketing the device.
Mingyu shrugs and gestures to the nearby store.
“I’m going to get a drink. Be right back,” he announces.
Mingyu leaves before Seungcheol can respond. He spends an abnormal amount of time picking out a cold drink and checking out.
By the time he’s back, his friends are sitting at a table. Seungcheol’s talking to someone on the phone while Joshua and Soonyoung are eating their snacks.
“Oh, he’s back,” Seungcheol says and points his phone at him. On the screen is your face. You’re lying in bed on your stomach, grinning and waving. Despite the innocent appearance, he can’t help but think of you getting railed in that same bed by his friend.
“Hi Mingyu! How’s the trip?” you ask.
It takes him a few seconds longer than necessary to answer.
“G-Good!” Is all he can muster.
“I’m glad,” you reply.
Seungcheol moves the camera to face him again while Mingyu quietly takes a seat.
“If you need anything, just call me,” Seungcheol says.
Mingyu hears you laugh.
“I’ll be fine, Cheollie. Enjoy your vacation and don’t get into too much trouble,” you reply.
“I won’t, but I can’t say the same for the others,” Seungcheol jests.
Soonyoung leans over to get into view.
“I’ll keep a close eye on him,” he jokes.
You laugh again. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”
Joshua scoffs and pushes Soonyoung out of the way to look at the screen.
“Seriously?!”
“I meant, he’s my favorite tiger,” you explain.
“I don’t know why you two are arguing, it’s obvious I’m her favorite,” Seungcheol says, borderline whining.
“Hmm, you never know. Maybe I like Mingyu the most,” you sing-song.
Mingyu’s grip on the water bottle tightens. He knows you’re just joking. He knows that even if he was your favorite, that wouldn’t mean anything.
But why does his brain suddenly conjure up an image of you beneath him with that fucked out expression?
Mingyu doesn’t realize Seungcheol has turned the camera to him until he lifts his gaze and sees your face.
“You sleepy, Gyu?” you tease, slowly climbing out of bed. You wear a simple shirt that shows the top of your breasts. He shouldn’t be looking there. He shouldn’t be remembering how they bounced so beautifully.
He clears his throat.
“N-No. I mean, yes! Very tired from walking all day,” he stutters.
He watches as you move to your closet.
“I can imagine,” you reply and flash him another pretty grin. “Well, get some rest, okay?”
Mingyu nods.
You open your closet and begin fiddling through some of your options.
“Cheol?” You call out.
Seungcheol moves the phone again, and Mingyu feels he can finally breathe.
“You heading out?” he asks.
“Yeah, I need to leave soon or else I’ll be late,” you say.
“Okay. Be safe, baby,” Seungcheol replies.
“Always, handsome. Bye bye!”
Seungcheol waves at the camera with a big smile before setting his phone down. He, Soonyoung, and Joshua ease back into conversation like nothing happened, which nothing major did happen. Everyone’s used to each other having partners and being friendly with them. Seungcheol and you have been together long enough to be comfortable with everyone.
Mingyu just wishes he could burn that video from his mind so he can go back to normal. He’s always thought you were attractive, but he’s never seen you in that way until now. Never wanted you like that until now. He knows he’s in big trouble.
A week passed, and much to Mingyu’s misery, he couldn’t erase that video from his head. What makes matters worse is he’s touched himself thinking of it. He’s made up some elaborate story of how it ended since he never got to see or hear it.
In his story, he makes an appearance. Somehow, he talked his way into joining the fun. You’re laid on your back, taking Seungcheol’s cock in your pussy while swallowing his dick. All the while, it’s filmed in the same position as it was previously.
Mingyu tries to rid the memory. He watches countless porn videos to replace your and Seungcheol’s in his mind. However, nothing works.
Anytime he’s around Seungcheol or near him, all he can think about is that video. Now that he’s back in town, he fears he’ll run into you too.
Seungcheol’s asked him multiple times if anything was wrong, but Mingyu always denied it. How can he tell his friend he saw the video of him fucking his girlfriend? How can he say he jerked off to said video? Imagining his friend’s girlfriend pleasuring him in that same way? He can’t confess that. He will never.
At least that’s what he vowed in his head.
“Come on, you’ve been avoiding me. What’d I do wrong?” Seungcheol says. He’s finally got Mingyu cornered.
“Nothing,” Mingyu replies, gaze averted.
“You can’t even look at me, yet nothing’s wrong?” Seungcheol scoffs, showing gradual irritation.
Mingyu swallows harshly. He knows his days are numbered. He tried to get over it, but it’s obvious he can’t. He either needs to confess his sins or let his friendship with Seungcheol fade because of his avoidance.
Releasing a deep sigh, Mingyu mutters, “I saw the video.”
“What video?” Seungcheol asks, confused.
“The, uh, video of… you and Yn,” he replies quietly.
Mingyu peers up to see Seungcheol’s shocked face. Then, his ears begin to redden, and his brows furrow. Mingyu’s not sure if he’s mad or embarrassed.
“I didn’t mean to! I was j-just checking the pictures I took and clicked it by accident!“ Mingyu explains hurriedly before he gets scolded.
Seungcheol lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the muscles.
“I guess I shouldn’t have let you borrow my phone after all,” Seungcheol mumbles sheepishly. “Sorry you had to see that.”
Mingyu doesn’t reply because he’s not sure how to respond. What’s he to do now? Will confessing this secret make that memory fade away now? Should he go on his knees and beg for forgiveness, even if it was an accident?
“I’m sorry I was careless,” he finally answers. “I-Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”
Seungcheol shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary.”
Mingyu’s going to let it slide, but when he speaks, it’s not what he means to say.
“I could film for you,” he blurts.
Seungcheol’s eyebrows skyrocket, and he turns to Mingyu with a look of shock and disbelief.
“W-What? Film? You mean…” Seungcheol trails off like he’s imagining Mingyu’s offer.
Mingyu probably appears surprised, like Seungcheol, but to a lesser degree. He didn’t mean to say that.
“I just… the camera kept falling, you know, and you couldn’t see—”
“Are you criticizing our video skills?” Seungcheol asks, still confused.
“N-No!” Mingyu frantically stutters. “I just meant to imply I could make sure it looks nice for you t-two. For when you want to… uh… watch it back and stuff.”
Mingyu’s not sure why he keeps talking himself into a grave. The more his words register in his mind, the more he feels like crawling into a hole. He can’t believe he just offered his friend to be the videographer of his sex tapes. Absolutely absurd.
And yet…
“I can, um, ask Yn about it,” Seungcheol replies. “We only filmed them so we’d have something when we go on tours. I don’t know if she’d want something more… professional.”
Mingyu nods, keeping his mouth shut in case any more ridiculous nonsense comes out.
Two days later, Mingyu finds himself standing across from you and Seungcheol in your bedroom. He toys with the phone in his hand anxiously.
“You don’t have to do this, Gyu,” you say when you notice his fidgeting.
Mingyu shakes his head. “It’s not that. I just don’t want to make you both feel awkward.”
You grin and grab Seungcheol’s hand.
“We talked about it, and we’re both okay with this. Since none of us has done this before, it probably will be a little weird at first, but I think it’ll get better after a while.”
You glance at Seungcheol as if expecting him to say something. He nods and clears his throat.
“And you’ve already seen the video, so not everything will be new to you,” he says.
You roll your eyes playfully.
“I guess that’s true too,” you add.
Mingyu inhales a deep breath and releases it steadily.
“Okay,” he says like he’s mentally preparing himself. Which, in a way, he is. He knows this is the point of no return. He knows this is a dangerous spot to be in. He doesn’t expect either of you to open your relationship to him, but he can’t help but wonder if this will be a one-time thing. Selfishly, he wishes it wouldn’t be. However, he doesn’t want to come between your relationship and won’t complain if this is his only chance.
“Are you going to direct us or,” you fade off.
Mingyu shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to.”
It’s not that Mingyu wouldn’t want to, but he figures he’s doing a favor for you both. He would rather you consider him a fly on the wall than an actual spectator. Though if this were to happen again in the future, maybe he’d change his answer.
Nodding, you glance between both men.
“So, how should this start?” you ask.
Seungcheol looks at Mingyu for guidance. Mingyu finds it a little ironic that even though he said he wasn’t going to direct, he already is.
“You can just start the way you normally would?” Mingyu suggests while lifting the camera. “Kissing or touching.”
“Sounds easy enough,” you tease lightly.
Mingyu hits RECORD as you both lean in, mouths finding each other halfway. The kiss starts a little tentatively. Mingyu knows it’s because of his presence, so he stays still, wanting you both to forget he’s there.
After a couple more glides of the tongues, you do. The kiss gets more heated, hands get more touchy.
Mingyu slowly creeps up, wanting a closer view of how your lips move in tandem. He captures the way your tongues glide against each other. Sometimes, one of you will nip at the other’s lips and make the other smile.
Seungcheol ends up breaking the kiss so he can tug off your shirt and bra. He leans down to suck one of your nipples in his mouth.
Your head falls onto one of your shoulders, lifting a hand to tangle in his locks. You watch Seungcheol rapidly flick his tongue against your nipple. He gives you a smile when his eyes meet yours.
You’re so caught up with Seungcheol that you forget about Mingyu until he shifts.
Your gaze flickers up to the phone in his hand.
Mingyu catches your eyes through the screen. His heart skips a beat, shifting again nervously. You release a silent chuckle and open your mouth to say something when Seungcheol bites down.
“Focus on me,” Seungcheol says and kisses your breast.
You gasp and nod, pulling him toward your other nipple. Your mouth falls when he latches on and sucks harshly.
Seungcheol glides a hand up your leg and into your shorts. He grazes his fingers over your folds to see if you’re wet. You are.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against your skin. He pulls away, hastily tugging down your shorts and underwear. You kick them off to the side.
Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his. The second you’re situated, you lean down and kiss him.
Seungcheol hums into the kiss as he snakes his hand down to rub your clit. Your hips jerk at the touch, and you clutch his shoulders tightly. He chuckles.
“Your body responds so easily,” he hums.
He trails his fingers south, running them through your folds and groaning lowly in your ear at how wet you are. Carefully, he eases two fingers halfway.
You inhale sharply and lean your chest into Seungcheol.
Mingyu unintentionally holds his breath as he watches through the phone. There’s something so sexy about you being the only one naked in the room. He watches your body tense as Seungcheol pulls his fingers out, then pushes them back in. He does this until he works your dripping pussy open enough to fit the digits all the way.
As Seungcheol begins pumping his fingers in your pussy, his gaze flickers to Mingyu and the camera. Mingyu’s zeroed in on your pussy, so Seungcheol knows his face won’t be in view.
Seungcheol didn’t think he’d be so turned on by one of his friends filming him and his partner like this, but he is. He likes it even more seeing how affected Mingyu is—evident by his tight pants. It strokes his ego, and he feels proud that he has someone as attractive and loyal as you.
“Spread your ass, baby,” Seungcheol whispers in your ear. “Give Mingyu a pretty view of me stretching your pussy for later.”
You nod as you reach back, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.
He spreads his fingers apart, slowly stretching your hole more. You whimper into his neck and grip your ass harder. Seungcheol eases his separated fingers out, making sure Mingyu is capturing it. Then, he shoves them back in and rapidly pumps them.
You cry out a moan, lifting your hips up but only having them pushed back down by Seungcheol’s free hand. You’re so wet that the squelching is deafening. You nuzzle your face in Seungcheol’s neck in embarrassment.
Seungcheol chuckles.
“I bet you’re dripping everywhere, baby,” he hums and pulls out. He gives your pussy one harsh slap that makes your body jolt. Your hands shoot forward onto his chest to keep your balance.
“So wet and ready for my cock, hm?”
“Yes,” you mewl. “Need you inside me so bad.”
He hums, then lowers both his hands to rub your inner thighs, feeling them wet from your arousal. He smiles and spreads your juices over more of your legs and ass. He wants you shining in it.
Then an idea pops into his head. His big hands grab fistfuls of your ass and spreads it apart again.
“Spit on her cunt, Mingyu.”
Both you and Mingyu suck in a breath, and for some reason, that alone makes his ego grow.
“W-What?” Mingyu asks, stunned eyes rising above the phone to look at his friend. He feels his heart race at the idea. He didn’t think he’d participate at all.
“Spit,” Seungcheol commands.
Mingyu starts to lower the camera but quickly adjusts it to keep your pussy in view. He leans forward and fuck, you smell even better up close. He has to resist the urge to lap up your juices and instead, does as Seungcheol wants and spits on your exposed cunt.
Seungcheol's fingers glide through your folds, smearing your arousal mixed with Mingyu’s spit.
Mingyu can feel his pants getting tighter. He knows it’s not the same as touching you, but seeing your pussy covered in his spit makes his mind a little hazy.
“How does that feel, princess?” Seungcheol asks you. “Mingyu’s spit making you wetter and more ready for me.”
“Again, please,” you whine.
Seungcheol smiles.
“Such a filthy little thing,” he chides.
This time, Seungcheol carefully spreads your folds instead, letting Mingyu see your entrance.
“You heard her,” Seungcheol says.
Mingyu doesn’t hesitate and spits as much as he can on your pretty cunt. He watches as it slowly slides down.
Seungcheol removes his hands and sets you on the bed.
“All the way up, baby,” he instructs.
Mingyu watches on dazed. He hopes the camera captured all that, but it’s difficult to focus now. He just wants to spread your pussy so he can see his spit. It turns him on even more knowing you can probably feel him better since Seungcheol didn’t mess with it. Mingyu’s fingers twitch with the thought of feeling just how wet you are.
In the meantime, Seungcheol has rid himself of his clothes and has climbed on top of you.
Mingyu tries hard to snap out of his stupor so he can get good angles.
Seungcheol spreads your legs far apart, then adjusts himself so his knees hold you open. It’s the perfect view of your soaking cunt, which Mingyu figures is the reason Seungcheol chose this position. The aforementioned man leans down to kiss you, rubbing his tip along your folds at the same time.
Mingyu wants to get your faces on screen, but he doesn’t want to compromise the sight he has now.
Your hips buck anytime Seungcheol rubs your clit and Mingyu nearly offers to help you. Though he keeps his lips sealed and comes closer. He makes sure the camera’s in focus.
Seungcheol finally slips his cock in, earning him a loud mewl from you. Your legs tense for just the briefest moment before relaxing.
Seungcheol eases inside so easily, it makes Mingyu jealous. It’s obvious he has no issues pushing in all the way due to how drenched you are, yet he takes his time so you feel every inch of him.
Mingyu’s jaw slacks at seeing your pussy stretching around his friend’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re the perfect fit, pretty girl,” Seungcheol groans, hips pressing against yours.
“All yours, Cheollie,” you say and shift your hips, eager for more.
“That I am.” He smiles.
Seungcheol starts off with steady thrusts, allowing your body to get used to his thick cock.
“Harder,” you whine and tug on his waist.
“Harder?” Seungcheol chuckles. “Why? You wanna show Mingyu how much you can take?”
You say nothing, but Mingyu gets the sense that Seungcheol’s right.
“If that’s what you want,” Seungcheol says. Then quieter, “Let me know if it’s too much.”
“Okay.”
With one last kiss, Seungcheol lifts his hips and then slams back down.
Mingyu hears you curse, but the sound gets lost when Seungcheol does it again. Each powerful thrust gets quicker until he’s ramming into you like he’s releasing some pent-up frustration.
Your hands tighten on his waist as if prepared to stop him, but Seungcheol grasps your wrists and pins them to the mattress.
“You can take this, princess,” Seungcheol gruffs. “I know you can. Doing so well already. Keep going.”
Mingyu watches through the camera as Seungcheol glides his cock roughly in and out. The sounds of skin hitting skin and your consistent moans are like ecstasy to his ears.
Seungcheol gives one final push before he stills. He’s breathing heavier, but he only takes a few seconds to rest before he’s rocking his hips into yours.
“So good,” Seungcheol praises and kisses you roughly.
Mingyu moves from his position to capture your faces. The kiss is so heated, Mingyu figures you both have forgotten he’s here.
Small whines come from you that get lost in Seungcheol’s mouth. Your bodies rock gently for a moment, and then Seungcheol gradually picks up speed. However, he doesn’t go as fast as before.
Mingyu pans the camera to a wider angle so he can get your bare chest in view.
Seungcheol lifts himself and runs his hands across your body to grip your breasts while still moving his hips. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch. He pinches both nipples and tugs them upward.
“Cheol,” you gasp, body lifting more off the mattress to ease the pain. Seungcheol releases them and quickly rubs your breasts to soothe them. They bounce in his hands from his thrusts, and Mingyu has the quickest thought of what it’d be like to be in Seungcheol’s position. He wonders if your breasts would look just as beautiful in his hands as they do in his friend’s.
Seungcheol glides his hands lower to grip your waist. Your back rests on the bed once more, but your head is thrown back when Seungcheol starts snapping his hips rougher and faster.
“Shit,” you moan.
Mingyu steps slightly closer, tightening the angle so it’s just your face and chest.
Your tits bounce more with Seungcheol’s speed, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.
“Look at the camera, princess,” Seungcheol instructs.
Your eyes flutter open, turning your head in Mingyu’s direction. Mingyu feels a rush to his cock from making eye contact through the screen again. Your eyes are slightly glossed over, and your mouth is ajar.
“Tell him how you feel,” Seungcheol says.
You smile. “So good,” you giggle, but the end gets cut off with another moan from Seungcheol sliding in harshly.
“Cheollie feels so good,” you murmur pathetically. “So big in me.”
Seungcheol squeezes your body at your words, making you smile.
Your gaze drops from the camera, and Mingyu’s bulge comes into your field of vision. You can tell how turned on he is, and it makes you grin bigger. It’s not necessarily because you want him in such a way, but it feels good knowing you had that effect.
Mingyu notices you staring at his crotch, causing his cheeks to heat. The majority of him feels embarrassed at having been caught with a tent in his pants, but another part wishes you had your lips wrapped around his cock as Seungcheol fucks you. That part of his brain makes his cock twitch. He uses all the will in his body to stay put.
You tear your attention away and reach out to Seungcheol, your loving boyfriend who agreed to do this. He intertwines your hands and raises them above your head. He gives you one long kiss before he speaks.
“What do you need, princess?” he asks.
“Wanna come,” you pout.
He laughs. “That so?”
Your hips rock forward to try to coax him to go faster.
“Yes,” you say.
Seungcheol smiles and kisses you again. He pulls away just enough to whisper, “Okay.”
Your mouth stretches in a grin, quickly leaning up and pecking his lips. Seungcheol chases your lips and kisses you fervently. As he does, his hand slides between your bodies to circle your clit.
You moan into his mouth, and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to dip his tongue inside.
Although Mingyu wants to stay, he moves to the edge of the bed so he can watch you take Seungcheol’s cock again.
Seungcheol rubs your clit quickly while snapping his hips into yours roughly.
Your cries get louder and more jumbled as you near your orgasm. Your legs tense, hips bucking wildly to chase that pleasure you crave. Soon, you’re cumming around Seungcheol’s cock. Your juices squirt everywhere as Seungcheol continues to thrust inside. Some of it lands on Mingyu’s hand. His eyes drop to it and before he’s caught or second-guesses his craving, he sucks the substances into his mouth.
Holy fucking shit, you taste like heaven.
Seungcheol gives you a moment to ride out your climax before he focuses on his own. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, making your hips rise slightly off the mattress. Mingyu’s cock jumps in his pants again from jealousy of being so deep in your sweet cunt.
“C-Cheol! Oh fuck, baby. Shit,” you cry out. Your fingers claw at his back, leaving trails of red in their wake.
“Fuck, baby,” Seungcheol rasps. “Y’want my cum so bad you’re squeezing around me tighter. Can barely move.”
Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Seungcheol continues to drill his cock in your spent pussy. Your juices dampen the sheets below and linger on your and Seungcheol’s bodies. Mingyu wants to lick up your thighs and gather it all in his mouth.
Seungcheol’s sudden low groan fills the room. It’s the loudest he’s been all night. He keeps his hips against yours, cock twitching as he empties his load.
His head falls onto your chest, and your hands quickly tangle in his hair to comfort him. You both stay like this for a few minutes—long enough to make Mingyu feel like he’s suddenly intruding. Though before he can sneak away, Seungcheol carefully slips his cock out. He sets down your legs and moves to the side.
Mingyu steps closer. He angles the camera low.
Seungcheol nudges your legs wider and spreads your folds again. Both men watch as Seungcheol’s white cum leaks out of your fluttering hole.
“Doesn’t she look so pretty filled with my cum, Mingyu?” Seungcheol questions. He lets the majority of it seep out before gathering it up on his fingers and smearing it over your pussy.
Mingyu finds it hard to speak, so he just nods.
Seungcheol’s focus drops to his friend’s pants. Even if Mingyu wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to hide his hard-on.
“We talked about this before, and we wanted to give you a reward for filming us,” Seungcheol says.
He reaches back for your hand to help you sit up. Seungcheol grabs a pillow, then you both climb off the bed and step closer to Mingyu.
Mingyu’s thoughts are everywhere, and all he can do is stand frozen.
After tossing the pillow onto the floor, Seungcheol places his hands on your shoulders to push you down gently onto your knees.
Mingyu’s mouth opens to talk, but nothing comes out. He stares down at you with big eyes.
Seungcheol takes the camera from him.
“Will you let Yn take care of you, or would you rather do that in private?” Seungcheol asks.
Normally, Seungcheol wouldn’t allow this to happen. He’s possessive, so what’s his is his only. But Mingyu’s a close friend, and he’s already seen so much. He trusts you won’t leave him, so he decided to make an exception.
“R-Really? You both are o-okay with t-this?” Mingyu finally finds his voice.
“Yes. We already had a discussion and came to an agreement,” Seungcheol explains.
Mingyu glances at his friend and then at you. You give him a reassuring smile, nodding. Despite you being tired, you’re still willing to relieve Mingyu.
Mingyu’s heart is pounding in his chest. His dream is coming true.
The moment he nods, your hands start unbuttoning his pants.
Mingyu stares down at you, still surprised this is actually happening.
“Poor Guy,” you murmur when you expose him. His big cock is hard and precum has soaked his underwear. “Had to wait so long.”
“S’okay,” he mutters.
You giggle and start to raise a hand to stroke him, but Seungcheol stops you. You and Mingyu turn to him in puzzlement.
A bit of shame creeps into Mingyu’s chest at having forgotten he was here. It’s a reminder that you’re not his. You’re Seungcheol’s.
Seungcheol reaches down between your legs, causing you to gasp. When his hand comes up, he’s got some of his cum on his fingers. He spreads it on Mingyu’s cock, which twitches at the contact. Then, Seungcheol pushes his fingers into your mouth so you can clean him up. Once you do, he motions for you to continue.
You circle Mingyu’s girthy cock with your hands and use Seungcheol's cum to slide your hands easier. Mingyu’s mouth falls open at having finally felt pleasure where he needs it.
You give him a few more pumps before your lips spread around his tip.
Mingyu curses, and his head dips back. He feels your tongue lick at his slit, which makes him moan.
Slowly, you ease him down your throat until you gag. Mingyu lifts his head so he can see you take his cock.
Your head bobs while your hands stroke the length not in your mouth. You’re sucking and licking his cock so well that he has to force himself not to come right away.
“How does her mouth feel?” Seungcheol asks.
Mingyu snaps his gaze to his friend and sees he’s got the camera pointed down toward you. His cock jerks in your mouth knowing this is all being recorded. That he’s finally on the other end of the lens.
“Like heaven,” Mingyu replies.
You smile around his dick and give his thighs a squeeze.
“Come on, baby. Give him more. Don’t you think he deserves it?” Seungcheol coaxes.
You nod and then take Mingyu’s cock farther down your throat. You gag but try to focus on something other than that feeling.
Seungcheol reaches out and grabs some of your hair.
“If you can take me all the way, you can take him,” he says and pushes you down slowly.
Your hands tighten on Mingyu’s thighs as your boyfriend shoves your head down deeper—all the way until your nose touches his pelvis.
“Shit,” Mingyu groans. His focus is glued to your mouth, stretched so wide around his aching cock. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he locks them behind his head.
“That’s it, princess,” Seungcheol coos. He pulls your head back slightly, then pushes you down again. He does this until you take control and do it yourself a few times.
Eventually, you slide off his cock so you can breathe. Seungcheol rubs your head as you cough a few times.
“You okay?” he asks.
You glance up at him and nod. He gives you an encouraging smile, pecks your lips, then turns you to face Mingyu again.
When your gaze meet his, Mingyu’s heart drops. Your eyes are watery, and some drool lingers around your lips and chin.
“Need you again,” he murmurs, shifting a hand to move some of your hair from your face.
You giggle and kiss his tip. “I know, Gyu.”
Then your mouth sinks onto him again. You suck his cock quickly, mouth and hands wrapped around him tightly.
Mingyu’s breathing gets heavier. He wants to put his hands in your hair, but he doesn’t know if that’s too much. Instead, he keeps his hands clasped behind his neck.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Mingyu grunts. He knows it hasn’t been long, but after watching you two fuck without being able to touch himself, he already was near his end.
Seungcheol tangles his fingers in your hair again and eases you down all the way.
“Let him fill my pretty girl’s mouth,” Seungcheol says.
You squeeze your legs together, arousal coating your inner thighs again. Your refound neediness makes you suck him harder.
Mingyu feels overstimulated already. Your mouth feels so perfect, and your sounds are so beautiful. He loves listening to his cock gliding in and out of your tight throat.
Mingyu doesn’t mean to, but he ends up thrusting into your mouth. He’s so close that his mind is only focused on chasing his high. You moan around him when he starts fucking your mouth and that’s what does him in. The vibrations spill him over the edge.
Seungcheol forces you to stay still as Mingyu shoots his warm cum down your throat, his moans filling the room.
You watch as pure bliss falls upon Mingyu’s expression and another dose of pride fills your chest.
Once he’s come down from his climax, he looks down. Your mouth still engulfs him whole, and your lashes are still damp. He wants to stay here longer, but he shouldn’t.
Carefully, he slides out of your mouth.
He watches you swallow the remaining of his cum and turn to Seungcheol. He’s tossed the phone onto the bed.
“You’re hard again,” you observe with a teasing grin.
Mingyu’s attention lowers to Seungcheol and sees he’s indeed hard.
Seungcheol laughs and helps you up.
“Maybe if you weren’t so sexy sucking Mingyu’s dick, I wouldn’t be,” he jests.
“Can’t help it. I’m naturally sexy,” you joke back.
Seungcheol wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. He looks up at his friend with a warm smile.
“Thanks for the favor,” he says.
Against Mingyu’s better judgment, his eyes linger on you a little too long.
“No problem,” he replies and dresses himself.
Seungcheol puts on his underwear again and gives you his shirt.
“Get home safe, Gyu,” you say once you’re dressed.
Mingyu nods. He wants to ask if you’ll send him his part of the video, but something about having a film of his friend’s partner sucking him off feels wrong. Nonetheless, he still wishes he had it.
“T-Thanks for the, uh, help,” he says.
You glance away shyly. “No problem. You deserved it.”
Mingyu wonders what else he can do to deserve it again.
Seungcheol comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist.
“Thanks again,” Seungcheol says.
Mingyu nods and starts heading for the door. You and Seungcheol follow him out.
“Bye, Gyu,” you call out with a wave when he opens the door. Mingyu forces a smile, waving back as he leaves the apartment.
After the door shuts, Mingyu stands still for a moment as everything starts registering in his mind. He doesn’t want to put any thought into what happened, because he might start reading into it. It was just a favor, and people have sex without meaning all the time. Not that your and Seungcheol’s sex is meaningless, but the head you gave him is.
Mingyu groans slightly and trudges away. What has he done?
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Hello!! 👋🏻 Happy (belated) SVT Day!!! 🩵 I hope it's not too late to send in a request, if it is or you don't have time that is totally okay! 🥹
I was hoping to make a request for a Dino x Reader fic, with a secret relationship plot where reader is maybe Dino's makeup artist or something similar? So they're in each others presence pretty often but have to keep their feelings and interactions casual while on camera despite the tension; it'd be cute if Dino was also kind of a tease, like he doesn't mind hinting at their relationship or being flirty but reader is shy about it! So just something with some fun tension and overall fluff, if that's possible 🫶🏻 If you need something more specific, maybe a scenario where, after a performance and/or a music show win, Dino sneaks off to find reader to celebrate but right after they find each other, they're at risk of getting caught so they have to hide real quick; what's coming to mind is that scene from Tangled where Rapunzel and Eugene hide from the guards in the kingdom, if you know what I mean? 😭 Point being, they'd be all giggly once the threat passes and then plan and go on a date or something 🥹
I'm a real sucker for a good idol au + secret relationship, and I know you have a wonwoo fic with that kind of story that I can't WAIT to check out 🫣
Also, love the Carat questionnaire that I'm more than willing to answer 🫶🏻🫶🏻
1. When did you become a Carat?
2017, soon after Don't Wanna Cry was released!!
2. What lured you into Caratland?
In May or June of 2017, so like, RIGHT after DWC, my cousin who was into k-pop wanted to show me some of SVT mv's to try and get me into them, and DWC was the first one! unfortunately at the time I was like "i don't think this is my thing" 😭 only for me to like 5 months later, watch BTS's DNA mv and decide "oh wait I do like this, what was that other group she showed me??" 🫠
3. Who was your first bias?
Hoshi!!! I thought he was funny, and tigers were my favorite animal for the longest time 🐯
4. Who is your current bias?
Constantly cycling through Wonwoo, DK, and Dino, i don't think i'm too alone in having a bias line, right??
5. Who is your wrecker?
I mean, all of them, but if I had to pick someone as consistently trying to make his way permanently onto my bias line, it would be Seungkwan- vocals, looks, humor, wit, talent, like???
6. Favorite SVT song/era?
DWC/A1 will always have a special place in my heart, but alongside it would most likely be _WORLD era or Semicolon era 🖤 My fav songs would take way too long to decide or list, so off the top of my head, 'Lie Again' is SO GOOD OMG
7. Favorite Going Seventeen episode? Or, which GoSe do you rewatch a lot?
Mousebusters!!! I just find them chasing each other around to be really entertaining 😭 So in line with that, also Catch Stock (despite the rampant CHEATING) ; and then of course all the Don't Lies and the Bad Clues, and the Kickball and Going Rangers episodes ><
8. What's a SVT moment that never fails to make you laugh?
I just mentioned it, but so many moments from the Going Rangers episode literally make me bust a lung, specifically, DK's "my jibang, my cholesterol", Wonwoo's 'Spider' dance, and Shua's high note 😭 If there was another, there's this clip of Dino where the camera is up in his face and he gives it such a bad side eye and is like "i'm done talking", i find it really funny- Dino, DK, and Wonwoo are my biases i think partially because I appreciate all their senses of humor the most 🥹 Also shoutout to the Going Seventeen editors, i ADORE their embellishments and memes- AGAIN Going Rangers, they kept bringing back Wonwoo's "my grandiose dreams" from that one Dont Lie 😭😭
9. If you were a member of SVT, which unit would you be a part of?
I would LOVE to say Performance Unit, their discography makes up like half of my favorite SVT songs, but i'm not that inclined with dancing, i'm afraid 😖 so vocal unit!! I do love to sing!
10. In one word, what does SVT mean to you?
Solace 🫂
Always love to make Carat friends, lets keep shining in this diamond life!! 💎
Awh, I had a blast reading your answers! Solace is such a great word to choose! Mousebusters is so funny to watch. My favorite part is when Jun laughs evilly while being pinned down 🤣 I remember having to rewind that the first time I watched it because I was so surprised he was capable of such a sound LOL
Also, I believe it's VERY common to have a bias line in SVT because they're all so incredible! It took me a while to finalize mine haha.
TYSM for requesting this! 🥰
💋 Pairing: Dino/Chan x Reader
💋 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG/Fluff/Idol au, established relationship, secret relationship
💋 Warnings: None, just kissing
💋 Word Count: 1k
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Cheers and applause erupt in the dressing room following Seventeen's M Countdown win. The camera pans to show the group, a few members sending hearts in appreciation. Chan meets the camera's lens and sends a flying kiss. You puff a silent laugh and smile.
Before the team went on stage, Chan had told you that if they won, he'd blow you a kiss. It's a silent message, but it doesn't go unheard.
The group's videographers grab their cameras and prepare to get footage of their afterthoughts when they return. You wait in one of the makeup chairs, excited to see Chan and his handsome smile. There's always this special glow that surrounds him when he's happy.
The moment the group comes back, you look out for Chan. He meets your eye the second he steps through the door. He sends a quick head nod towards the exit before turning back to the cameras near him.
"Carats!" He greets cheerfully. "I had a lot of fun…"
You slip from your chair to leave the room. Your steps are slow as you find the vending machine you and Chan usually meet at. A few staff members from other groups bow in greeting, which you return. The hallway becomes less populated the closer you get. It's not too convenient since many groups bring their own food.
To not seem suspicious, you pull out your wallet from your back pocket. You tap it mindlessly as you scan the options.
"How much for a kiss?"
You startle, spinning to see Chan grinning.
You giggle and slip your card back into your wallet. "Sorry, those are reserved for my boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah?" Chan smirks, taking a step closer. "They must be good."
You lift a shoulder. "You'd have to ask him."
Chan takes another step and places his hands low on your hips. He pulls you closer.
"I heard he needs a reminder," he murmurs, low and gravely. Despite it stirring giddiness in your stomach, you know it'll be easy to tease him.
"So, they're forgettable?" You fake a frown.
Chan's eyes widen, and he starts to shake his head profusely.
"No, babe! That's not what I meant. I meant he—I need a reminder of how good they are. How incredible they—"
You press your lips against his briefly.
"'M just messing with you, Channie."
Your smile must reassure him, because his tense shoulders only ease when he sees it.
"You owe me ten kisses just for that!" He huffs halfheartedly.
"I dunno, Chan," you say with a heavy sigh. "Ten's a lot."
Chan squeezes his hands on your body. "That's the minimum."
You laugh. You want to tease him more, but the small pout on his lips is hard to refute.
You lean in and peck his lips.
"One."
"One?" Chan gasps. "That was barely—"
"What are you doing this weekend?"
You and Chan freeze. Thankfully, he recovers more quickly and pulls you into a nook in the wall nearby.
He presses you against the wall, caging you in—trying to get in the shadows as much as possible. The voices don't sound familiar, so it must be another group's staff.
You tuck your face into his chest so no one will recognize you in case you get caught.
"Nothing exciting. Groceries and sleep," another says. "You?"
Chan's chest rises and falls rapidly. You rest a hand on top of his heart and rub your thumb along his shirt. Gradually, his heartbeat slows a fraction.
You smile into his chest while he presses a silent kiss to your head. His hands rub your waist as you both listen to the footsteps pause.
"Pretty much the same except I have to visit my sister too," the first one replies with a laugh.
"What's up with your sister?" the other asks. There's a clunking sound, and you figure one of them got something from the vending machine.
"It's her birthday."
"Ah, wish her a happy birthday for me."
"Will d…"
Their voices and footsteps fade slowly as they leave.
A full minute passes until Chan releases a deep breath. You peer up at him for the first time, and despite having been in a precarious situation, a small giggle escapes your lips. A rush of excitement and fondness floods your body. There's always a thrill of doing something forbidden, and kissing your idol coworker definitely falls under that category.
Chan smiles and joins in your soft laughter.
"You're so cute," he murmurs while reaching out to cup your cheeks. He pulls you close and slots his lips with yours. It's embarrassing how quickly you melt into his muscular body. You hold onto his wrists to keep yourself upright.
"Congratulations, Channie," you whisper after you pull away for air.
"My number one supporter." He kisses you again. Slow, deep, and knee-buckling.
"I dunno about that," you respond. There are his brothers and his fans who cheer him on just as much as you.
"I do," he says. "And to say thanks, how about a date this weekend, baby?"
"Don't you have practice?" you wonder, sliding your hands up his arms to circle his neck.
"I do, but I'd still like to take you somewhere," he says.
"If you insist," you say, "but I'm treating you!"
Chan shakes his head and rubs his thumb along your bottom lip. "You can treat me with more kisses."
"That doesn't count!"
"Well, there's no way I'm letting these pretty hands"—he grabs your hands from around his neck—"touch your wallet. Not when I'm around."
You roll your eyes playfully. "We'll see."
Chan laughs and looks at you challengingly.
"We will," he says, followed by a short kiss. "We'd better get back now. I'll wait a bit before I come in."
You nod, then slip from the shadows.
By the time Chan comes back, the rest of the members are waiting to give a final thanks to their fans.
"Dino!" Seokmin exclaims.
"Sorry," Chan answers and joins his team on the corner.
Soonyoung grabs him around the shoulders and shuffles him in frame. He hugs his brother affectionately.
"You didn't get lost, did you?" he teases the youngest.
Chan smiles and shakes his head. "No. Just had to celebrate with something sweet."
"Did you eat it already? Was it good?" Wonwoo asks.
For a second, Chan's eyes snag on yours from across the room. The mischievous glint in his eyes has your cheeks warming before he even speaks.q1
May be a hot take but I’m so tired of seeing people call svt cringe or getting “second hand embarrassment.” Tbh at first, I thought it was funny (like a little gag between carats), but now I’m just annoyed. Maybe they’re just commenting that because they think it’ll get clicks, but I’d hate for svt to see all those messages and start to reel back from being funny.
This is stemming from watching all their solo cover songs and seeing that one DK “Stan” react to his pinky up dance. I thought he did amazing! How is that cringe?! Then I saw another commenting on Seungcheol’s boompala saying it was cringe too!
I rather them go all out and be a little silly than do half assed dancing. I like how they’re not afraid to take on new challenges and to “make a fool of themselves,” which I don’t think they look like fools at all. I hope svt doesn’t take these comments to heart, because that segment is one of my faves. It’s great to see them venture out.
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I don’t usually cry at concerts since I’m just too happy and excited, but I cried during DK’s happy virus… SO FOR SEUNGCHEOL TO COVER IT… I fully sobbed why watching it.
It was spectacular.
Breathtaking.
Soul shattering.
I’m going to sound delulu, but I know I genuinely love and adore this man because when he’s happy, I’m just so over the moon. His happiness is my happiness. Watching him be all smiley and cute during his solo stage was everything to me.
