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"Baby."
"Uhmm?"
"Baby bear."
"Ummm?"
"Baby potato."
".....what??" Giggling, Mingyu tilted his head from his phone to your side of the bed, looking at you with a big imaginary question mark over his head.
"You look cute tonight, baby. Like a well polished and washed potato, ready to be cut, cook and devoured." You eyeing him like he was a mouth watering, freshly hot fried potato served infront of you.
With a still intact imaginary question mark over his head, Mingyu moved his hand and palm your forehead to check your temperature, "you okay?" He asked.
"I'm perfectly fine, baby. Just having a sudden craving of fries when I looked at you. Do you think Shua's cafe still open at this time?" You blink innocently at him and Mingyu checked the time on his phone where a big '12:00' being displayed on the screen.
"Babe, are you on your period?" Mingyu asked, suspecting your craving to be like the other day of your previous menses episode that he handled with a lot of patience and food as an emotional support.
"How do you know that? I thought men doesn't care about this stuff."
Smirking, Mingyu softly pinch your smooth cheek and said, "I have a mother and a sister, silly. Of course I care about this stuff you girls are having every month."
He shuffled down the bed and extend his hand towards you to grab, "Come."
"Where are we going?" You grabbed his hand out of habit while asking curiously as he pulled you out from your shared bedroom towards the kitchen.
"I'll make you some potato supper and we can watch a movie with ice-cream as well." Mingyu answered coolly like an ideal boyfriend that he is and you can't help but to feel extremely touched by his thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you, for noticing every single thing about me and being so thoughtful, baby." Sniffling, you pulled Mingyu into a hug where he gladly return it so warmly.
"My pleasure, sweet heart. I love you so much." He smiled at you while wiping your tears away, kissing your head lovingly.
"Now let's cook your potato and choose our movie for tonight, shall we?"
Both of you make your way towards the kitchen and snuggle into each other's arm until you fall asleep in Mingyu's warm embrace.
Gosh, what did you do to deserve such a perfect boyfriend like Kim Mingyu?
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"Baby."
"Uhmm?"
"Baby bear."
"Ummm?"
"Baby potato."
".....what??" Giggling, Mingyu tilted his head from his phone to your side of the bed, looking at you with a big imaginary question mark over his head.
"You look cute tonight, baby. Like a well polished and washed potato, ready to be cut, cook and devoured." You eyeing him like he was a mouth watering, freshly hot fried potato served infront of you.
With a still intact imaginary question mark over his head, Mingyu moved his hand and palm your forehead to check your temperature, "you okay?" He asked.
"I'm perfectly fine, baby. Just having a sudden craving of fries when I looked at you. Do you think Shua's cafe still open at this time?" You blink innocently at him and Mingyu checked the time on his phone where a big '12:00' being displayed on the screen.
"Babe, are you on your period?" Mingyu asked, suspecting your craving to be like the other day of your previous menses episode that he handled with a lot of patience and food as an emotional support.
"How do you know that? I thought men doesn't care about this stuff."
Smirking, Mingyu softly pinch your smooth cheek and said, "I have a mother and a sister, silly. Of course I care about this stuff you girls are having every month."
He shuffled down the bed and extend his hand towards you to grab, "Come."
"Where are we going?" You grabbed his hand out of habit while asking curiously as he pulled you out from your shared bedroom towards the kitchen.
"I'll make you some potato supper and we can watch a movie with ice-cream as well." Mingyu answered coolly like an ideal boyfriend that he is and you can't help but to feel extremely touched by his thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you, for noticing every single thing about me and being so thoughtful, baby." Sniffling, you pulled Mingyu into a hug where he gladly return it so warmly.
"My pleasure, sweet heart. I love you so much." He smiled at you while wiping your tears away, kissing your head lovingly.
"Now let's cook your potato and choose our movie for tonight, shall we?"
Both of you make your way towards the kitchen and snuggle into each other's arm until you fall asleep in Mingyu's warm embrace.
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When The Music Fades (Finale✨️)
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The studio was empty—just like the space between both of you.
You sat quietly on the couch, hands clenched on your lap, heart thundering like a war drum. Jihoon stood near the piano, head bowed, fingers trembling above the keys.
He didn’t look like Woozi—the genius producer, the idol, the man loved by millions.
He looked like Jihoon—the man who once whispered lullabies into your hair, who held your hand when your were scared of thunder, who used to hum tunes in his sleep.
“This is the only way I know how to speak,” he said softly, his voice shaky. “I can’t undo what I said... but I can tell you what I really feel. What I should have said back then.”
He took a deep breath and began to play.
The melody was quiet at first. Soft, hesitant, like a question.
And then it bloomed—painful, yearning, and full of unsaid words.
The lyrics began.
"You were the calm in my chaos,
The light in my storms.
But I cursed the stars for shining,
Blinded by my own thorns."
"I pushed you to the shadows,
Thought I needed room to breathe,
But every breath without you
Was a song I couldn’t sing."
"Now I sit in silence,
Where your laughter used to live.
If you’re still listening,
I have nothing left but this..."
"Come home.
To the love I didn’t know how to hold.
Come home.
I’ve been empty since you let go."
Jihoon’s voice cracked at the final line.
You were crying—quietly, your shoulders shaking as tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn’t try to hide it. The pain, the love, the ache—every note had reopened the wound that you tried so hard to close.
When the last note faded, Jihoon looked up.
“I’m not asking you to forget,” he said, voice raw. “I’m asking you to let me try. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I’ll prove to you that I’m not the same man who let you walk away.”
You stared at him, her breath catching. “You broke me, Jihoon-ah.”
“I know,” he whispered.
“And you didn’t come after me right away. You just let go of me and it hurts.”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t know how. And I hated myself for every day that you have spent thinking you were a burden. You're never a burden, Y/N. You're the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”
You stood slowly. Walked to him. Your heart still fragile, but something in you is shifting.
“I’m scared,” you said again.
“So am I,” he admitted. “But I’d rather be scared with you… than safe without you.”
A beat of silence.
Then, you gently reached up and cupped his cheek.
And Jihoon broke.
Tears spilled from his eyes as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him together—just like you always had.
"I'm so sorry, y/n. I love you so much I can't breathe without you around me. Its even more suffocating when the reason behind it was none other than myself."
He weeps into your shoulder, as if releasing months of buried sorrow in a single breath. You can't help it but tighten your arms around him, as if telling him that its alright and you're here now-you're not going anywhere.
That night, when he held you again after so long, he made another promise:
"I’ll never let you feel unloved again—not even for a second."
He tightens his arms around you, a silent promise that he will never break for as long as you both shall live.
*
Few months later.
Melon Music Awards – Main Ceremony
The crowd was electric, cheers erupting as the host stepped onto the stage.
“And now,” the MC announced, “the award for Best Original Soundtrack of the Year goes to… Woozi – ‘Still You’ from the drama Moonlight Letter! Congratulations!”
The camera cut to Jihoon, seated among SEVENTEEN. He blinked, stunned.
Because he never expected to win. Not with that song.
Not with the one he wrote for you.
He stood slowly, heart pounding, and made his way to the stage as the massive screen behind him lit up with the title:
> “Still You” – Lyrics & Composition by Lee Jihoon
Performed by anonymous session vocalist
Inspired by an unreleased love story.
Jihoon took the trophy in shaking hands. The applause faded into a hush as he approached the mic.
He stared out at the sea of faces.
And there—in the front row—you.
Glamorous in a midnight-blue gown, your hair swept to one side. An award for Best Actress already in your lap. And eyes that still made his heart forget how to beat.
Jihoon swallowed, voice thick.
“Umm...I didn’t think I’d be standing here tonight. Not because the song wasn’t good, but because… I thought it was too honest.”
“I wrote this at a time when I’d lost the most important person in my life.”
The crowd was quiet now. Not even whispers.
“I hurt her. I pushed her away when all she did was love me. I told myself I needed space, that she was holding me back—but the truth is, I was just afraid of being seen too clearly. And she… she saw every part of me.”
Your fingers curled around the edge of your chair.
Jihoon looked right at you now. His voice shook, but he didn’t stop.
“I don’t deserve another chance. But I hope she knows that everything I’ve written since… has been for her.”
“Still you. Always you.”
Gasps. Camera flashes. A few sniffles in the audience.
He gave a bow and turned to walk off-stage—
But then he stopped.
Turned back.
And walked down the stairs, trophy in hand, straight toward you.
You stood, breath caught, eyes wide and glassy.
He whispered, just for you to hear.
“You look beautiful tonight.” Staring into your eyes dreamily.
“I look beautiful every night,” you whispered back, voice trembling.
While the whole audiences' attention is on both of you, you took one bold- yet shaky step forward and threw your arms around Jihoon—right there, in front of the whole world.
The crowd exploded. Cheers. Applause. SEVENTEEN jumping to their feet. Minjae, watching from the wings, gave the faintest, proud smile.
You pulled back just enough to whisper, teary-eyed:
“Don’t ever write me out of your songs again.”
Jihoon nodded, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Only if you promise not to walk away this time.”
"You crazy!? Of course I won't!"
For the first time in months, Jihoon's heart felt at ease and full again and he hug you so tight, promise to change for the better.
The world now knew.
That sometimes, love isn’t perfect.
But it’s worth fighting for.
Especially when the music fades, and all that’s left is the sound of two hearts finding their way back together to be whole again.
-✨️the end✨️-
Author's note
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A faint sound of passcode being punch in softly heard throughout your shared apartment. Door opened, door closed. Silent.
"Welcome homeee" Silent.
"Baby?" Silent again.
Your call are answered by a heavy step of your big baby giant boyfriend towards you after a tiring day of packed schedule. A weary black hoodie Mingyu stop his step at the end of the couch and flop his body straight onto the couch with his head falls directly on your lap.
Out of habit, you stroke his hair softly and ask him about his day. He answered with just a soft nod and some shake of head, too tired to speak.
"Have you eaten?"
Shake head.
"Tired?"
A very aggresive nod and a little whining in action. Cute.
"I've made your favorite for dinner. You wanna eat now or do you wanna freshen up first?"
Stroking his hair act as a lullaby for him as he slowly drifting to dreamland. The word 'dinner' and 'favorite' catches his attention and suddenly his eyes rounded up to that idea.
"Brownies?"
"I made it diet-friendly as usual."
"Baked potato and chicken?"
"With extra crispy skin for some guilty pleasure, of course." You answered with ease, knowing he love them for some sneaky 'cheating' snack.
Mingyu eyes got teary as you always looking out for him, wait for him even though he might not always be on time for dinner. God, he loves you so much and will definitely love you forever and ever.
"Thank you for always loving me, love. I love you." He lifted his head to kiss you but before his lips come anywhere near your lips, his stomach growled loudly, begging for some food in his system.
"Lets feed your monster up first, lover boy." His cheeks turned into a few shades of pink out of embarassment and you pinch it softly before urging him to go take a shower to eat dinner together.
"Cutie, and totally mine." You chuckle and made your way to the kitchen to prepare for dinner.
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The set was quiet as the crew adjusted the lights for the final take of the day.
You sat on the bench of the outdoor scene, dressed in a soft cream coat and scarf. Autumn leaves fluttered around you, some caught in your hair. It was a romantic scene—your character and Minjae’s finally confessing to each other after episodes of silent longing.
Minjae walked over, script in hand, his tall figure silhouetted by the warm backlight.
“Need help running lines?” he asked, eyes twinkling.
You smiled. “You just want to tease me over my dramatic monologue again.”
“Guilty,” he chuckled, sitting beside you. “But seriously, you okay? You looked... distracted earlier.”
You hesitated. “Just tired. And maybe I was thinking too much.”
He nudged your shoulder gently. “You think beautifully. That’s what makes your acting so real.”
That made you look at him. Like, really really looked. And it makes him squirmed a little bit.
Minjae wasn’t like Jihoon. He didn’t hide behind silence. He didn’t keep his words caged. When he complimented you, it wasn’t awkward or buried between sarcasm.
He just said it. Genuinely.
The director called in for quiet before the cameras rolled.
Minjae slipped into his character instantly, but there was something sparks in the way he looked at you—not just his acting aura alone.
“Do you know how many nights I stayed up thinking about you?”
Minjae’s voice was soft, vulnerable. “And every time I pictured this moment, I still couldn’t imagine you saying yes to me.”
Your line is next.
But the way he said it—the way he looked at you—made your voice catch in your throat.
He noticed.
Minjae reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, unscripted, but natural. Real.
The director didn’t call cut.
Neither of you broke eye contact.
“You always imagined me saying no?” you whispered, going off-script too.
Minjae’s eyes softened. “I imagined you still waiting for someone else.”
Something in your chest pulled tight.
When the scene ended, the crew broke into quiet applause. The director called it “a perfect take.”
But as Minjae helped you off the bench, he held your hand a second too long.
“Y/N,” he said gently. “You know I’m not pretending, right?”
You looked at him.
He didn’t push for an answer. Just gave you a soft smile and walked away.
And for the first time in weeks, you felt your heart flutter—for someone who wasn’t Jihoon.
And that scared you more than anything.
Because if you could feel that…
Does this mean that your heart had started to heal?
Or is it just you trying to forget the ache?
Jihoon’s POV
He didn’t know what he was expecting when he showed up on set.
Maybe he just wanted to catch a glimpse of you. Maybe to leave the demo of the song he wrote—your song—quietly with the director.
But instead…
He saw you and Minjae together.
You and Minjae standing beneath the cherry blossom tree prop, still in costume, laughing softly between takes. You looked lighter than he remembered. Less tired. Like you stopped carrying him around in your heart.
Minjae leaned in. Whispered something.
You smiled. A real one.
Then you touched his arm.
Jihoon froze, his breath caught between his ribs like broken glass.
Because that was how you used to touch him when you were nervous. When you liked someone and didn’t know how to say it.
The assistant director passed by and recognized him. “Oh! Woozi-sshi—are you here for Y/N?”
Jihoon nodded wordlessly, watching Minjae brush a piece of lint from your coat. You didn’t stop him.
For the first time since you left, Jihoon felt something worse than guilt.
Fear.
What if this wasn’t just you trying to heal?
What if you are already gone and will never come back?
You turned around just in time to catch Jihoon's back walking away silently from the set area.
Your longing stare does not pass unnoticed by Minjae as he followed your sight and it land perfectly on Jihoon, who was seen slipping into his car and drove away from the scene.
*
The rooftop of the studio was quiet, cold wind sweeping your hair softly.
Minjae stood beside you, holding two warm cups of tea. He offered you one with a half-smile. “I figured you needed a break.”
“Thanks.” You took the cup, both hands wrapping around the comforting warmth.
Both of you stood in silence for a moment, watching the city lights blink below.
Then he said it.
“I saw the way you looked at him today.”
You flinched.
Minjae looked down. “It’s okay, you know. That you still love him.”
Your eyes welled up instantly.
“I try not to,” you whispered. “I tell myself he hurt me. That I should hate him. That someone like you would never make me cry.”
He smiled softly. “But I’m not him.”
“No,” you said, voice cracking. “You’re not. You’re safe. You’re kind. You say the right things. And if I could choose to fall in love with someone new… it would be you.”
He turned to you fully now, expression unreadable.
“But I didn’t choose Jihoon either,” you continued, tears slipping down. “It just happened. Every version of me—happy, tired, lonely, broken—somehow always wants him.”
Minjae didn’t look away. He reached out, gently wiping the tear from your cheek.
“Then let me be the one who’s there,” he said softly. “Even if you’re still loving him.”
Your voice trembled. “That’s not fair to you.”
“Maybe not,” he said. “But neither is pretending you’ve moved on when you haven’t.”
You fell quiet for a moment, eyes staring randomly from the view infront of you.
Seeing you sad made his chest tighten and he really didn't want to burden you with his love any longer.
"Maybe we're just not meant to be together." He quietly whispered, a voice so soft that the words are only his to hear.
“I like you, Y/N. I’ve never hidden that,” he said gently. “But I’ve also never tried to replace what you lost. I thought… maybe if I waited long enough, you’d stop looking for him in the spaces between us.”
A pause. Pain flickered in your eyes.
“But you haven’t,” he added, voice quiet. “You still love him.”
Tears pooled but didn’t fall. You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised a hand, stopping you with a sad smile.
“I’m not asking you to apologize for it. I just… I don’t want to be another person who makes your heart heavier.”
Your lips trembled. “You were never a burden.”
“I know,” he said. “But I also know what it’s like to love someone from afar. And I think Jihoon’s been doing that too. Every day since you left.”
You looked away, blinking fast.
“So,” he continued, “I want to help you find your way back to him.”
You shook your head. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Minjae said firmly. “Because you deserve to be loved fully. And maybe the person who broke you… is also the only one who knows how to put you back together.”
Your tears finally falls.
And Minjae just reached across the table and held your hand—one last time.
“Promise me you’ll listen to that song he sent you,” he whispered. “He poured his heart into it.”
You nodded, too choked up to speak.
He let go first.
“Go heal, Y/N. I’ll be cheering for you.”
And just like that…
The man who could’ve been your peace became your quiet strength—
and your silent goodbye.
*A few days back*
“Y/N.”
You froze.
The voice you once longed to hear now struck like lightning.
Slowly, you turned.
And when your eyes met, a thousand emotions flooded between the both of you—regret, longing, pain, love.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice small, guarded.
Jihoon stepped forward. “I came to say I’m sorry. And shamelessly to beg you to come back.”
Your lips trembled. “Don’t.”
“Please. I was stupid. Blinded. I let stress, pressure, and my own fear make me push away the one person who loved me the most.”
“You said I was a burden,” you whispered. “Do you know how that felt?”
“I do now. Because living without you… it’s worse than any pressure I’ve ever known.”
Silence fell. You wanted to crumble, to cry, to throw yourself into his arms—but your wounds were still too fresh.
“I don’t know if I can do this again, Jihoon,” you said, voice breaking. “I’m scared. I’m tired.”
“I wrote a song,” he said suddenly, voice sound desperately begging for you to hear him. “For you. It’s yours. Just once—let me play it. And if your heart still says no... I’ll walk away. For good this time."
Your answer will decide the fate of your love story with Jihoon and maybe deep down, you still want him to be the only one for you and you don't want to let him go just yet.
When The Music Fades (Part 2)
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Two months.
That’s how long it had been since you disappeared from Jihoon’s life.
Two months since your shared apartment became just a house. A quiet, lifeless space without the usual banter and laughter.
Two months since he heard your soft humming from the kitchen, felt your fingertips on his temples after a long studio hours, tasted the warmth you used to pour into every detail of your lives together.
But now you're gone.
And Jihoon was unraveling.
At first, he was angry—at you, at himself, at how easily you vanished without a word, or even a decent goodbye note. But deep down, he knew. He broked you. Crushed your spirit under the weight of his own pride and pressure. And now, the silence left in your place was louder than any song he’d ever written. And he had no one else to take the blame but him.
The members noticed the change.
Jeonghan saw it in the way Jihoon sat in the studio, unmoving for hours. Staring into space which he'll do when something is bothering his mind. The older one tried to cheer him up, but it seems like he's talking to a ghost instead of a living person.
Seungkwan saw it in his lack of appetite. Sure, his hyung is not that much of a foodie like Mingyu, but he'll still finish up a portion or two to replace all the energy that they used for a brutal dance practice.
Hoshi saw it in the way Jihoon stared at the piano but never played, although it is his favourite instrument to play when you came to visit just to show off his fingers skill.
And Seungcheol—he felt it in the guilt that gnawed at him every time he remembered Jihoon's words… and how your heart must have shattered hearing them the other day.
He should’ve stopped Jihoon that night.
The moment those cruel words left his mouth—"I wish she wasn’t my girlfriend"—Seungcheol felt something collapse inside him. He knew Jihoon didn’t mean it, not truly. Not deep down. But stress makes monsters of men, and Jihoon had been drowning.
Still, he should have stopped him.
Because he watched you freeze.
He saw your heart shatter in real-time—how your shoulders tensed, how your lips quivered before you turned around and walked away as quietly as you had entered Jihoon's life.
Seungcheol wanted to run after you. To tell you not to listen. That Jihoon was just tired, not thinking straight. But maybe it wasn’t his place.
So he watched you leave.
“She’s not coming back, is she?” Jihoon whispered one night after practice, voice hoarse from lack of sleep.
“You don’t know that,” Seungcheol said gently, eyeing his friend who's in despair, engulfed by a sorrow shadow of a broken men.
“I do. I looked in every place she could've been. Called every number that I could think of and yet she’s... nowhere. She doesn’t want to be found.” Jihoon blurted out his desperation to his eldest hyung.
"Have you seen her social media account? Any post in her feeds?" Seungcheol tried to persuade the younger men to keep on looking for her news online.
"None. Is it really the end for us, hyung?" Jihoon breathe out his frustration, wondering if this is the closing chapter for both of your love story.
“Don’t wait for the right moment, Jihoon-ah” Seungcheol said. “Make one. Go to her. Fight for whatever that is left.”
Jihoon didn’t respond, but something shifted in his gaze. A determination fueled not by desperation, but by remorse. He'll make this right. And he'll make sure that you know how much he loves you and how much of an idiot he is for even dare to talk about you like that. You deserved to be loved right, and he'll find ways to make up for all of his mistakes and bring you back home.
*
After two months, you weren’t the same girl who once stood quietly by Jihoon’s side anymore.
You are rising—an emerging star in the acting world, acclaimed for your emotional depth, poise, and ethereal charm. But offscreen, you carried an ache that no camera could capture.
Your smile never quite reached your eyes like it used to back in the day.
Your manager often found you staring blankly out the window between shoots, as if searching for something—or someone—that no longer existed.
Your weight also shows some changes that worries your manager and team. Your cheeks that once perfectly full turns hollow by your lack of appetite.
He once had to force you to eat a banana as your lips is as pale as a sheet during the shoot.
He even had to threaten you to finish it, or he'd tell the director to stop the shoot immedietly. Worried about your fellow cast member, you shoved all the food that they gave you down your throat and promised to eat on schedule from then on.
They can't really blame you. You clearly still loved Jihoon.
But love wasn’t always enough.
Especially not when the person you love is the one who broke you.
And just when you were starting to patch your heart back together, the world threw you another curveball.
Lee Minjae.
A rising idol-turned-actor who was charismatic, kind, and devastatingly charming. He co-starred in your newest drama and had made it clear—on and off set—that he was smitten.
“You deserve someone who chooses you every day, Y/N,” Minjae said one evening after filming, handing you a cup of hot chocolate. “Not someone who makes you feel like you’re too much.”
You didn’t respond. Your heart wanted to flutter, but it stayed still—quiet and loyal to someone who didn’t even know where you were at the moment.
Until now.
The marketing team of your upcoming drama has slowly started releasing news related to the cast lineup and it is now spreading like wildfire across the internet.
And the news certainly reached Jihoon, as if the universe had finally answered his desperate prayers all this time.
The news brings joy and relief to Jihoon, who has been a mess these past few months, missing you. However, his joy doesn't last long, as it comes hand in hand with a seed of jealousy—your rumored romance with Minjae is also in the spotlight.

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When The Music Fades (Part 1)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Finale
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You had always been warmth. The kind of warmth that didn’t just wrap up in soft affection but lingered—gentle, quiet, and constant. You never asked for much. Just to be near the one you loved is enough.
And Lee Jihoon—Woozi to the world—was the one you loved the most.
To others, Woozi was a genius composer, the mastermind behind SEVENTEEN’s sound. But to you, he was your Jihoon—the man who forgot to eat when he worked too hard, who fell asleep with pencil smudges on his cheek, who blushed whenever you kissed the tip of his nose and well, never forgot to kiss you back, hard.
Your apartment was filled with love—post-it notes on the fridge, your half-read novels and script stacked beside Jihoon’s lyric sheets, mugs with mismatched handles, and the smell of chamomile tea in the evening, something you both enjoyed whenever cuddling is in session.
But slowly, that love started to crack under pressure when SEVENTEEN's upcoming album is on the line.
The new album’s deadline loomed him like a noose, the company breathing down his neck, the sound he was chasing always out of reach, out of tune. Every night, the practice room lights dimmed with exhaustion, and every morning started with caffeine and clenched teeth.
You tried your best—leaving packed meals in the fridge, massaging his tense shoulders, whispering gentle reassurances into the crook of his neck.
But Jihoon only saw shadows where there once was light. And it consume him bit by bit.
“Jihoon-ah, you haven’t eaten—”
“I said it's fine, Y/N. I'm fine. I'll eat when I need to.”
You flinched but nodded. “Okay. I’ll just leave it here. Make sure to eat, okay? You guys too!” You leave the foods at their practice room's table quietly, enough for everyone to have a piece.
Being in the same company with your boyfriend has it own perks. You can always be near him, a glimps of him is already enough for you as you don't want to be too clingy. But Jihoon's words today seems to be a bit sharper than usual, making the crack in your heart to slowly deepened each time.
Your silence only irritated him more when he see you walk out of the practice room.
The breaking point came after a brutal 14-hour practice. Jihoon was slumped on the studio couch, sweat still clinging to his skin. Seungcheol walked in with water and sat beside him, sensing the storm behind his friend’s eyes.
“She came again, didn’t she?” Seungcheol asked quietly.
Jihoon scoffed, resting his head against the couch head. “Every day. Like she’s glued to me.”
“Yah, you’re lucky you even have a girlfriend as sweet as her! Not everyone has someone waiting for you at home, you ungrateful brat!” Seungcheol hit Jihoon's arm with the bottle lightly as he tried to cheer the gloomy atmosphere by teasing him a little bit, maybe just enough to let off some steam after a tiring day.
“I don’t need her to wait for me, hyung. I need space. Sometimes I wish she wasn’t my girlfriend at all. All she did was ask me 'how was your day today?', 'Are you okay?', 'how's your song going' and some other sweet shit. God! I can’t breathe with her around. My life is easier back then when before her and I wish she’d just... disappear and let me be in my space again”
Joshua, who heard about his little outburst can't help but to speak up for you. "Yah, it's kinda harsh of you to said that, Jihoon-ah. She's nothing but a sweet gentle heart that always be there for you. She'll be devastated to hear you said that, you know."
"Urghh, whatever, hyung. She's not even here anyway." Jihoon close his eyes and Joshua just shaking his head, clearly disfavour the younger one's reckless statement.
A silence heavier than guilt filled the room. What Jihoon didn’t see was you, standing just outside the slightly ajar door, hands trembling, heart shattered into pieces so sharp you could barely breathe.
Is that what he really thought of you? A burden? A single tears falling down from your eyes. A tears of dejection and sorrow. A tears of a broken heart.
It didn't take long before your leg starting to move on its own, walking mindlessly to your own practice room. Your schedule is done for today and all the happy thought about you meeting your boyfriend crushed down to pieces, without sparing any leftovers.
Your manager drive you back to your shared home, a home once filled with joy and a shared love. 'Home' was a place where you can't wait for the day to end, just so that you can meet the love of your life. Or so you thought before today.
You didn’t cry. Not at first.
You simply step in, packed quietly, methodically. Your memories folded into boxes, your ring, oh your so beloved ring, left gently on the kitchen counter. No note. No words. Just silence.
After the practice actually ends, Jihoon straight up packed his things and head home , guilt gnaw him from the inside.
Punching in the passcode, he slowly open the door and close it.
Something is not right. The emptiness was deafening. There're a 1000 things going on inside his head and he can't help but to ran to your shared bedroom, and reality starting to hit him, brutally in his guts.
Your scent is gone. Your things, vanished. Your laughter, your touch, your everything—just gone.
“Y/N?” His voice cracked, echoing through the apartment.
His eyes landed on the ring. Cold. Final.
He fell to his knees.
BIRTHDAY WISHES
Part 1
"You should call me, at least?" she pleaded, her voice trembling. But her words barely registered in his mind—he could only see red.
Mingyu was exhausted. The endless calls and messages from yesterday had drained him, and today had only made things worse. A bad day, topped off with his friends' relentless teasing, had pushed him over the edge.
"You know what? I'll sleep at my friend's place. Don't call me." His voice was cold, final.
He snatched his car keys and turned toward the door. She reached out, grabbing his arm in desperation, trying to stop him—but he yanked free with a rough jerk. The force sent her stumbling backward.
"Mingyu-ah!" she cried out, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. The only sound left in the room was the fading echo of the door slamming shut.
She stood frozen for a moment, her chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. Slowly, her gaze drifted to the dining table—the cake she had carefully prepared, the gift she had hidden, waiting for the perfect moment. A celebration that would never happen.
What went wrong? she thought, her mind racing for answers.
Her legs gave way as she crouched down, exhaustion and worry crashing over her all at once. The weight of the evening pressed down on her, and in the silence he left behind, only the sound of her quiet sobs remained.
The bar was buzzing with laughter and music, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Mingyu sat in a dimly lit corner, swirling the drink in his glass, his thoughts a chaotic mess. The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, but it did nothing to drown out the frustration in his head.
"Hey, you good, man?" Mark slid into the seat beside him, pushing a drink his way. Even in the low light, Mingyu’s face was a dead giveaway—jaw clenched, brows furrowed, eyes distant.
"I'm good. Just… stressed," Mingyu muttered, but even he didn’t believe his own words.
Mark chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. He gave Mingyu a firm pat on the back.
"Come on, cheer up. It’s your birthday, after all."
Mingyu let out a bitter laugh. His birthday. Right. That’s why his colleagues had dragged him out tonight, why the place was packed with people who barely knew him, clinking glasses and toasting in his name.
For the first time that night, his emotions tangled in a mess of regret and relief. In the distance, laughter and chatter filled the air as a group of people carried his birthday cake, their voices rising in a cheerful song.
As the glow of the candles neared, someone leaned in close, their voice barely a whisper against the noise.
“Make a wish.”
Mingyu closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow breath.
"Just for a day… I wish she wasn’t my fiancée. I just want to be free. Just for a day."
How he did not know those wishes are going to eat him slowly. part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5
"I'm home..."
Slipping into your fluffy yellow house slipper, you forcefully drag your feet to your shared bedroom after a long day at work. God, you're so tired today. It's draining all of your energy out and all you wanted to do at this moment is to lay down on your bed and escape the reality for now.
You just put down your bag on the vanity table when you feel a muscular hands snaking its way around your waist from behind.
"You okay?" Seokmin asked while kissing your temple lovingly.
"I think I just saw my soul fly, honey. I barely feel my feet too." You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes while feeling his body vibrate as he laughed at your remark.
"You did so well, baby. They can't even survive the exam if it wasn't for you as their teacher." Kissing your neck lightly, Seokmin showered you with words of praises. God, you love this man so much, you can do everything for him.
You turn around and give him a big hug with a deep sniff of his soapy scent that always manage to calm you down.
"Thank you for not letting my soul fly away, baby. I love you."
"I love you very much too, baby."
Seokmin continued to hug you and a minute after, you felt your body being recharged from the fatigue of the day.
"Better?" He asked while swaying both of your body left and right slowly.
"Very much, yes." You smiled in his arms, feeling all warm and fuzzy.
"Okay, now you go freshen up and I'll make you something in the kitchen." He break the hug slowly and push you into the shower before heading to the kitchen.
After shower, you walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen and strangely see no sign of your boyfriend anywhere.
"Min?" You called.
"You called, Miss?" He suddenly came from behind you with a questionnable kitchen towel on his arm, portraying a waiter serving their customer in a restaurant.
You let out an amused laugh as he is wearing a hilariously serious face, still in his serving character. And as a good girlfriend that you are, you decided to play along with whatever setup that your boyfriend decided to play tonight and continued the roleplay casually.
"Yes I did. Do you have a table for one?" You asked with a suppressed chuckle.
"Yes we do. Follow me, please." He guide you to the bar stool where he politely pull out the chair for you to sit. He continued his play by going around the island table to serve you a glass of apple juice in a tall, fancy wine glass as you can't handle alcohol very well.
"Thank you very much. Say, you must be a very experienced waiter as you served me my favourite drink without asking my preference first." You chuckle as you received the glass from him.
"Actually, I got a tip from the man beside you. He thought that you might enjoy this drink and turns out, he's right."
You lift your brows to question as to whom he's referring to when suddenly Seokmin ditch the arm towel aside and pull out the chair beside you, sitting his butt down and continued his second character of the night smoothly.
"Well, my guess are always right when it comes to a beauty like you. See? You loved my drinks and that's a big win for me tonight." He laughed with a very obvious made-up husky voice. Your silly, lovable man indeed.
"First time here?" He asked, now body fully facing your way, elbow on the table, hand cupping his cheek while admiring the view, you.
"Excuse me sir, are hitting on me right now?" You mirrored his posture with a stifled laugh.
"What if I am?" He pull his chair a little more closer to yours for a better staring competition.
"Well first, I already have a boyfriend. Second, he is sexy and manly as hell and third, you looked just like him, a spitting image of it. And I like it. You look yummy enough for me to devour." You lean in a little closer, leaving just a breath away distance from his lips.
"I can fight him if it means I can have you for myself, love. I'll fight the whole world if I have to." He lean in, kissing your lips ever so softly and all your stressed muscle soften.
You are stupified for a moment, basking all the love from your boyfriend's sweet words.
"You really made my day, Lee Seokmin. Thank you for always be there for me." You kiss him back with a little bit more pressure and things got heated between you two.
"So, you ready to take this to the bedroom? I'll keep this secret to my grave and your boyfriend will know nothing, I swear!" His attempt to seduced you with a sly wink has land him a playful smack from you.
You gasped, "You sly sly man! How dare you seduced a woman who already have a boyfr- arghh!" You let out a squeal as he suddenly carried you bridal style straight to your shared bedroom.
Your laughter are muffled behind the closed door as your boyfriend tackle you with his big build and you have no where to go accept to be around his warm embrace throughout the night.
🩵🩷
*beep beep beep beep*
A faint sound of passcode being punch in softly heard throughout your shared apartment. Door opened, door closed. Silent.
"Welcome homeee" Silent.
"Baby?" Silent again.
Your call are answered by a heavy step of your big baby giant boyfriend towards you after a tiring day of packed schedule. A weary black hoodie Mingyu stop his step at the end of the couch and flop his body straight onto the couch with his head falls directly on your lap.
Out of habit, you stroke his hair softly and ask him about his day. He answered with just a soft nod and some shake of head, too tired to speak.
"Have you eaten?"
Shake head.
"Tired?"
A very aggresive nod and a little whining in action. Cute.
"I've made your favorite for dinner. You wanna eat now or do you wanna freshen up first?"
Stroking his hair act as a lullaby for him as he slowly drifting to dreamland. The word 'dinner' and 'favorite' catches his attention and suddenly his eyes rounded up to that idea.
"Brownies?"
"I made it diet-friendly as usual."
"Baked potato and chicken?"
"With extra crispy skin for some guilty pleasure, of course." You answered with ease, knowing he love them for some sneaky 'cheating' snack.
Mingyu eyes got teary as you always looking out for him, wait for him even though he might not always be on time for dinner. God, he loves you so much and will definitely love you forever and ever.
"Thank you for always loving me, love. I love you." He lifted his head to kiss you but before his lips come anywhere near your lips, his stomach growled loudly, begging for some food in his system.
"Lets feed your monster up first, lover boy." His cheeks turned into a few shades of pink out of embarassment and you pinch it softly before urging him to go take a shower to eat dinner together.
"Cutie, and totally mine." You chuckle and made your way to the kitchen to prepare for dinner.
Camp Seventeen: Chapter 2
Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (reader x 2 members for this Ch.)
Word count - 13K
Genre - Greek Demigod AU! We’ve got crack, smut, fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!
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Chapter summary - As you delve deeper into the world of the demigods, a party throws you spiralling down a road less taken. While it seems there's one member who may be able to help you with it, there's another you want to lend a hand to. And more.
A/n - As usual, I'm not revealing which member/s are in the chapter hehe :) I do have a taglist so comment/DM/send an ask to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3

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idol!svt x idol!yn by @seuonji
idol!svt x idol!yn reaction to you being shipped with another k-idol by @seuonji
texting during work - idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! (Jun, SoonYoung, wonwoo & seungkwan) by @seuonji
after school hours ( Seungcheol, Jeonghan, SoonYoung, Mingyu & Minghao) by @seuonji
Holding you in big crowds |hip-hop unit| by @babyleostuff
when seventeen gets into a fight with their partner while they are away by @babyleostuff
seventeen reaction to you walking home alone at night after a party (oneshot smau) by @babyleostuff
BEING ASK OUT IN FRONT OF THEM by @babyleostuff
HIP HOP UNIT WITH A TALL S/O by @babyleostuff
Seventeen and their reaction to waking up with lipstick marks on their face by @wheeboo
seventeen acting clingy around their s/o by @wheeboo
seventeen and taking care of their s/o having foot pains form their heels by @wheeboo
growing pains (smau series) 97line by @suhnshinehaos
apartment 5c (smau series) 96line by @suhnshinehaos
THEM AS TEXT INTERACTIONS by @wonuism
REFUSING TO HOLD THEIR HAND by @wonuism
seventeen as your older brothers by @hannyoontify
seventeen’s’ reactions to you stopping to tie your shoeslace by @hannyoontify
ah! love - 2 (95line) by @thepixelelf
ah! love - 3 (95 line) by @thepixelelf
[is sparkling] (from the ah! love universe) by @thepixelelf
and the universe said, (series) by @thepixelelf
their s/o trying to sneak out for a party by @boosari
Seventeen’s reaction to doing it raw for the first time by @svtfilthandfiction
how they feel before they know it’s love with seventeen<3 by @sweetkpopmusings
SEVENTEEN SENDING YOU BOYFRIEND PICTURES [PU VERS.] by @shuastruck
braiding svt’s hair by @lovingseventeen
how they would react to your relationship being mentioned at an awards show by @sancrevm
Seventeen: The Xperiments (series) by @gamerwoo
how SVT reacts when their s/o falls asleep on another member’s lap/shoulder by @gyuslcve
caught in the middle (wonwoo & mingyu) by @lovelyhan
Getting closer [M] (wonwoo x Fem reader x mingyu) by @milfgyuu
RETAIL RODEO (smau series) by @jeonghanspookie
the seventeen members as boyfriends by @catboyieejeno
SEVENTEEN AND HOW YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS REVEALED by @odxrilove
random text with bf!svt (hip-hop unit) by @ilovehimyourhonour
seventeen’s reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage by @leejungchans
dating seventeen by @kyrjnie
maknae line: boyfriend texts while they’re on tour by @holdinbacksecrets
seventeen’s hiphop unit when their s/o falls asleep on them by @wonijinjin
svt ‘96 line forgetting your birthday by @toruro
them accidentally ditching you on your bd pt.2- hhu by @hannieehaee
seventeen and how they would launch their relationship with idol!you by @hrts4hanniehae
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