baby, i’m a shadow of you

vernon knows his own quirks very well. he knows he spaces out a lot, is very aware that sometimes he can come across as standoff-ish or rude. he also knows that he's not very attentive and easily misses some details, but even he is not that oblivious or dumb to not notice changes in your behavior. if there's one thing that vernon got used with you is you being affectionate. caressing his face when he's close. dropping a kiss on his cheek in the passing. hugging him from behind when he's standing. running your fingers through his hair when you two are laying next to each other. and now all of it is... gone.

May I request 52. Fake death/Presumed dead with seungkwan? You can choose which of the two is presumed dead, but like they show up at the other's doorstep suddenly and the other person loses it (because they thought they had lost them forever, having realised they loved them too late) and it could be a confession scene or something too ♥️

I've enjoyed all your recent works btw 💜 you write so well

hellluuu honey! thank you so much for the kind words, glad that you're enjoying my works! and thank you for requesting, hopefully you'll like it! 💜

prompt: fake death/presumed dead

maybe you should've thought it through better. maybe showing up unnannounced at seungkwan's doorstep is not the most ideal way of letting him know that you're not dead. your legs took you here automatically, seungkwan's address memorized in your brain next to your home road because in some weird way this place is also your home - just like everything about seungkwan. too bad it took you faking your own death and disappearing for a month to realize that. you didn't know what to expect from seungkwan, but him opening the door, taking one look at you and then promptly shutting it right in your face was not it. 'um, seunkgwan? hello?'

you can't blame him. you have no idea how you would've reacted if places were switched, so. the door slowly opens again and this time doesn't close immediately. seungkwan stares at you in silence, moving to the side to let you in. he looks - horrible. 'did something...happen?' you question anxiously. a lot could've happened in one month.

seungkwan shuts the door after you loudly. 'you mean apart from my best friend dying?' he asks with a venom dripping from his voice. 'no, nothing else.'

you swallow. there's so much to say, so much to explain - you came here prepared to tell him everything, but now it all looks pointless. you can say so much, but will it make it better? will it turn back the time? you hesitantly take a step back. 'i'm sor-'

seungkwan chuckles. he rubs his face with his hands, exhaling loudly. 'did something happen?' he echoes your question back to you. 'yeah, a lot happened. for once, as i said, my best friend died. and then almost a month later i learn that apparently she's not dead from our boss. said boss also tells me that i am not allowed to see her ever again. interesting, right? very cool. so-'

'seungkwan,' you calll with a trembling voice. 'i'm sor-'

'so i start rising hell there, naturally. because what do you mean i can't see her? oh, have i already mentioned how during this whole month i learned that i love her? that she's the most important person in my life, that she is my everything, that without her life is not really life?'

you gasp. seungkwan's almost shouting at this point, not looking at you. he looks like he's going to break, like there's a tipping point somewhere there, like one more push and he'll fall. 'kwannie...'

'are you going to disappear again?' he demands, finally looking up at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes and it breaks your heart to see him like that. 'are you going to leave again?'

again. slowly you come closer to him, afraid of crossing the boundary but needing to be close. 'seungkwan-'

'because if yes then i'm not letting you,' he interrupts, angry. 'i will lock you up here, i will leave with you, i don't know, i will do something crazy but i will not let you leave me again. i will-'

'i love you too,' you interrupt him this time firmly, looking into his eyes. these words were sitting on the tip of your tongue for too long. seungkwan freezes and you smile gently. 'i love you too, boo seungkwan. life without you is not life for me, too.'

there's so much to talk about, to explain, to tell him. all of it can wait though, because being wrapped in his arms when he's holding you tight is more important. hugging him back as tight as you can, kissing him, letting tears flow freely - all of that is more important, at least for now.

a/n: i think this might've been the hardest topic to write? i'm very bad with anything death related, so hopefully this was up to your liking anonie, let me know <3 - nini

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pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of food, some kissing

author note: hello! i’m alive!! thank you anon for requesting this, and i’m so sorry it took…literally 5 months to write this 😭 i hope you enjoy it though! thank you to my awesome friends who helped me write this <3 (honestly i have no idea where so much for chan came from but extra chan love!!)

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seungcheol (s.coups) - buying you groceries

⟢ seungcheol is a provider, and he’d love to be the one getting you things, especially if it was something as important as groceries.

⟢ he’d totally just text you for a list, and expect you to just tell him exactly what you wanted—plus later, you’d get a bunch of pictures asking which brand or version you wanted of something to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong thing.

⟢ he’d want to pay for most, if not all of it—but he wants you to be comfortable with what he does, so you could both figure out who’s paying for it (though he’d definitely make sure to pay for the small things at least).

⟢ he has his card (and wads of cash) and he’s not afraid to spend it on you—in fact, he prefers it that way.

⟢ it’s even better when you’re with him, since you can spend time together and do something essential (and perhaps it gives him a glimpse of what’ll come down the line, once you’re both older).

The sound of the espresso machine filled the small café, blending harmoniously with the low chatter of customers and the clinking of ceramic cups. Y/N expertly poured steamed milk into a cup, creating a perfect heart-shaped latte art. Just as she placed it on the counter, Sofia leaned against the register with a mischievous grin.

"So, guess who’s coming to New York next week?" Sofia asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Y/N glanced at her, wiping her hands on her apron. "Seventeen?"

"Bingo!" Sofia beamed. "And you’re coming with me."

Y/N hesitated. She should’ve seen this coming. Of course, Sofia would want to see the group—her brother included—especially since she had a crush on one of the backup dancers, Joon. Y/N knew about her little infatuation; Sofia wouldn’t shut up about him.

"I don’t know…" Y/N trailed off.

Sofia pouted, reaching for Y/N’s arm. "Come on, you have to! Please? It’s been forever since we went on a trip together. And you love New York!"

Y/N sighed. Saying no to Sofia had always been impossible. Despite everything, she still adored her. Even though she was Vernon’s little sister, their friendship had remained strong, even after the breakup.

"Fine," Y/N relented, shaking her head with a small smile.

Sofia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! You won’t regret it. And, uh… Vernon’s gonna be there too."

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly, but she forced a neutral expression. "I figured."

Sofia hesitated before speaking again. "I just— I feel bad, you know? I introduced you two, and now you’re both sad, and I feel responsible."

Y/N softened. "It’s not your fault, Sof. We just… didn’t work out."

Sofia nodded, but she still looked guilty. "I still think you guys were perfect together."

Y/N chose not to respond.

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The city greeted them with its usual bustle—yellow taxis honking, the crisp scent of roasted nuts from street vendors, and the towering skyscrapers. Y/N took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar energy of the city she loved.

After checking into their separate hotel rooms, Sofia turned to Y/N. "Hey, I’m gonna meet up with Vernon for a bit. Then later, we’ll meet up with Joon and his friend, okay?"

Y/N blinked. "You’re meeting Vernon alone?"

"Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes."

Y/N just nodded, suddenly feeling more nervous than she expected.

Vernon walked beside Sofia, hands shoved in his pockets, as they strolled through a quiet part of the city. He had always been close with his sister, so he could tell she was up to something.

"Why’d you really want to meet up, Sof?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

She grinned. "What, I can’t just want to see my favorite brother?"

"I’m your only brother."

"Exactly." She bumped his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you that Y/N’s here too. And she’s coming to the concert."

Vernon stopped walking. "She is?"

Sofia nodded. "Yeah. She came with me."

His heart did an involuntary flip. "Why didn’t she come with you now?"

Sofia raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Vernon exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was dumb."

Sofia gave him a look before asking, "Do you still have feelings for her?"

Vernon stared at her. He knew the answer, but saying it out loud felt too real.

"It doesn’t matter, does it?" he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Sofia sighed. "You should talk to her."

Vernon remained silent.

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The club was packed, music thrumming through the floor. Y/N laughed as she danced with Joon’s friend, feeling lighter than she had in months. Sofia was busy with Joon, their chemistry obvious. Drinks were flowing, and for once, Y/N allowed herself to just enjoy the moment.

Sofia posted stories throughout the night. One particular video captured Y/N twirling, laughing with the backup dancer. Harmless, really.

But when Vernon saw it, he saw red.

Vernon had spent the night pacing. He wasn’t the type to let jealousy consume him, but seeing Y/N like that—so carefree, with someone else—made something inside him snap.

By morning, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He marched down to the hotel reception, asking for Y/N’s room. When he found it, he knocked. Then knocked again. And again, until she finally groggily opened the door, hair messy from sleep.

"Vernon?" she asked, blinking in confusion.

He didn’t wait. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was last night?" he demanded, voice sharp.

Y/N frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You were all over him!" His tone was nearly a growl. "Seriously, Y/N? One year together, and you move on just like that? With my backup dancer, of all people?"

Y/N’s shock turned into anger. "Are you kidding me? Vernon, we broke up. You don’t get to tell me what I do anymore."

"I know, but—!" He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "It’s hard, okay? Seeing you with someone else. It drives me insane."

She folded her arms. "Oh, and I suppose all those dating rumors about you don’t count?"

"That’s different!"

"How?"

He hesitated. "Because it was never real. None of it. But you—you were dancing with him, laughing with him, letting him touch you!"

Her eyes widened. "Are you hearing yourself?"

His jaw clenched. "I can’t stand it, Y/N. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. You were mine."

She softened, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. "Then why didn’t you fight for us?"

His voice cracked. "Because I thought it was what you wanted."

She sighed. "You’re an idiot."

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and hugged him. He exhaled shakily, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

"You smell like alcohol," he mumbled against her hair.

She laughed. "Yeah, we had a bit too much. I need a shower."

He smirked, watching as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. He collapsed onto her bed, waiting.

When she returned, fresh and warm, she slid onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled her into his chest.

"You were so jealous," she teased.

"Not the first time. Just the first time I showed it." He scoffed. "I don't like this side of me, that's why I never show it. To be honest I get jealous pretty easily. I don't even like it when I catch other men looking at you. But I try my best to hide it." he said looking down at her.

She grinned. "I liked it."

Vernon muttered, "I couldn’t sleep all night. That stupid video—I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I’m tired too, because you woke me up. Let’s sleep a little longer."

He pulled her into his arms. "I love you. And I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine."

She smiled sleepy, burying her face against his chest. "I love you too."

He smirked. "Tomorrow, at the concert—try to make me find you."

She grinned. "Blow me a kiss if you do."

"what?", he laughs awkwardly.

"yeah, i hate you."

joshua frowns. what do you mean you hate him? why do you hate him? what's even going on?

"i- what- wait, are you drunk?"

"a bit, yeah", you sigh. "it doesn't change the fact that i hate you. so, so much."

"wow, okay", he breathes in, taken aback. this is gonna be a good ride. "why do you hate me?"

"because i'm right here", you open your arms, even though he can't see it. "you have all of me for you, and you can't fucking see it. you just hate me, so i might as well hate you back."

joshua frowns once again, trying to find the right words.

"i... you're my best friend, what do you mean by that?"

"THAT'S IT! DID YOU HEAR IT?", you scream, and he gets his phone away from his ear. "you just said 'best friend'. ugh, i don't want that."

and right there, it clicks. oh my god, it clicks like it never clicked before. joshua gets what you mean, and by god, he hopes you mean what he thinks you mean.

"wait... what? what do you mean you don't want that?"

"i just... oh my god, this is so embarrassing, i'm so drunk", you sigh, head spinning around. "i just... i don't know, i might like you, okay? a lot, by the way. and i don't wanna be your friend anymore."

he laughs - and you're almost offended by that.

"so you wanna be more, is that what you're saying?"

"i don't know, you keep laughing at me."

and he almost laughs again, but he can imagine your pout and reddish, puffy cheeks and your messy hair. you must look cute.

"okay, why don't you hold onto that to tell me tomorrow when you're sober, um?"

"i don't want it too."

oh, joshua can so picture you stomping your feet right now.

"yeah, but it's better that way", he says with a smile. "maybe... maybe, if you're sober, i can tell you back that i like you too and i don't want you just as a friend neither. how does that sound?"

you think for a while. on his side of the line, there's only a fade noise of a random song playing at the club you are right now.

"hm, i don't like it. it sounds fake."

joshua laughs once again. "you're so drunk right now."

"yeah, i might be", you sigh. "i want you."

"i want you too", he nods. "but in the right way, okay?"

and you wanna say no, you wanna throw a tantrum and tell him to come get you, you wanna be as dramatic as you can be; but the reasonable side of you doesn't let you. so you just-

"yeah, okay", you roll your eyes. "can i see you tomorrow?"

"i'll be texting your friends to know you're safe and the moment you open your eyes tomorrow, i'll be by your door. does that sound good?"

"it does."

"okay then", he relaxes. "take care, okay? and don't forget..."

"what?"

"i love you too", he confesses for the first time, before hanging up on you.

Paring: seventeen x f!reader. Genre | tags: smau, mini-series, reactions, humor/comedy, fluff. Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, spelling mistakes because members are drunk, please let me know if there's more. Requested: yes/no.

A/N: Fine, I'll tone down the movie references in Vernon's messages😖

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Paring: seventeen x f!reader. Genre | tags: smau, oneshot, reactions, humor/comedy, fluff. Warnings: Alcohol consumption, suggestive, swearing, spelling mistakes because members are drunk, please let me know if there's more. Requested: yes/no.

A/N: I was so happy when this was requested because I’ve had it ready for SO long, just waiting to be posted! Unfortunately, I have to split it into four parts because it went over the image limit lol, so I’ll be posting it by age. Enjoy!!

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pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 505

warnings: none!

author note: hi :) i’m alive !!! just some seokmin fluff but i hope you enjoy reading ‎♡

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“seokmin, get back here!”

despite your call, your boyfriend continues to speed away from you, clutching his phone close to his chest.

“no! you said you were going to delete everything!” he exclaims back, almost in horror of just the thought of his hard work being gone.

“i didn’t say that!” you huff back, climbing over the couch to get to him faster.

seokmin has been showing you a cute video he got of a puppy the other day (with permission from the owner of course, even if it was awkward to ask) and right before he exited out of his gallery, you saw a familiar face—your face.

you squinted, asking him hesitantly why exactly he had over two hundred pictures of you and he froze up, giving you the perfect opportunity to open up the album of…well, just you.

most of them were ones you’d never seen before, and seokmin almost always showed you the pictures he took of you, even if they were candid—or so you had thought before seeing all of these.

there were some from the trip the two of you took to the beach during the summer, both of your birthdays, and even…yesterday? he took photos of you yesterday?!

you click on the most recent ones, recognizing the back of your body as you walked in front of him on the way back to your place after stopping by the convenience store for ice cream, since seokmin wanted some.

you hadn’t even registered him taking these, and suddenly it made sense why he would be quiet sometimes when you were together, giving you a sweet smile if you asked before changing the topic to something else—he was always taking pictures and saving your time together so he could look back on it.

right now though, seokmin’s pout once you corner him is the only thing on your mind as he looks at you pitifully.

“please…i’m sorry for not telling you about these,” he mutters, looking away once you make eye contact. “i just thought you looked really nice and wanted to remember it, that’s all.”

your heart melts a little as you respond, taking his free hand in yours softly. “i’m not mad at you. i’m just…surprised at how sweet you can still be, despite knowing how you already are.”

seokmin lights up but looks at you shyly. “it’s really not that big of a deal! i’m just glad you like them.”

you giggle and he smiles back at you, kissing you gently on the cheek before sitting back down on the couch, taking your interlocked hand with him so you sit right next to him, like you always have.

“do you wanna see my favourite ones?” he asks, already scanning his phone screen for the ones in his mind, and you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“i would love to.”

pairing: ot13 x reader

genre: smau/fake texts, fluff, crack

cw: lightly suggestive (wonwoo)

a/n: first time doing smau! it's a fun break from requests :) these may not be totally accurate lolol ignore how unrealistic these msgs probably look... it's my first time kings. dividers by @kgymz

seungcheol's eyes are still red, wet and puffy when he walks into your shared apartment. he sighs, puffing his cheeks and pouting just like a little kid.

his pout gets bigger when he hears you giggling.

"what?", seungcheol asks in a sharpy, cute tone, while he takes his shoes off and wear his slippers. "did you see it too?"

"i guess everyone saw it, babe."

seungcheol groans, using the sleeve of his black t-shirt to wipe his eyes. there's no sign of makeup on his face now, so his skin is all clear, with its natural flaws and marks.

"that son of a bitch", he curses, walking up to the couch and sitting beside you. "damn you, kwon soonyoung."

"yeah, okay", you pat his back. "let it all out."

seungcheol crosses his arms. usually he would be talking about caratland right now, running your ears out about how great it was, something funny seungkwan did backstage, or how thrilled he is to have wonwoo on his cooking show.

but right now? he's just sitting there, staring at the void with a frown on his beautiful face, not moving at all. and you know what that can lead to...

and honestly, it doesn't take much until seungcheol sniffs and you're no longer patting his back, but caressing now. he hates crying in front of people, but oh well - didn't he just do that in front of thousands and thousands of carats just now?

"it's okay", you tell him. "they're greateful for you, and i'm glad they expressed that today."

"i hate them", he playfully says, his voice sounding different because of the lump in his throat. "i'm gonna treat them all to dinner tomorrow for how much i hate them."

seungcheol breaks, his words chocking him up as he hiccups.

"of course, babe. of course."

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, idol au, very short, hurt/comfort, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, crybaby seokmin, seokmin calls reader lovie, kissing, reader calls seokmin baby boy, lowkey just really soft

🤍 summary, caratland made your soft boyfriend cry, and you did your best to comfort him without crying too.

🤍 author's note, been obsessed with caratland 2025 recently and this seokmin is one of my favorites 😭 the fluffy hat and outfit is everything LMAO also seokmin's just such a pretty crier 😞 makes me want to cry just looking at his watery eyes and reddened nose and squishy frown and UGH i'm tweaking out. gonna pour out my heart and soul into this just watch

🤍 now playing, if you leave me (seventeen)

🤍 word count, 502 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"so, yeah, i'm excited to see her", you nod. who's her? your friend who's moving out of the city and who you're gonna see tomorrow night?

"yeah, of course", he nods too. "make sure to have some fun with her, i bet you'll miss her."

your tiny 'i will' almost go unnoticed as the subway gets closer to you two. people start to walk to its door, patiently waiting for the train to stop and accommodate all of them.

it's the fourth that goes by, you shouldn't miss this one.

"i have to go..."

"um, yeah, okay", hansol says. "thank you so much for the night, i had a lot of fun."

"thank you, so did i."

you hug hansol, feeling how his body reacts to the way you're snaking your arms around his torso. he sighs, a tiny smile stamped on his lips.

but as you're about to let go, you can't help but think that... that's not what you actually want to do to him.

so you take your shot, pushing him off you a bit and hoping you won't mess your first date when you say-

"come here", you whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling him close again just so you can peck his lips.

hansol could explode in that very moment. his arms bring you even closer, the subway way long forgotten, and he also takes his shot when he deepens the kiss, sucking your bottom lip and pecking your lips again - and then your cheek, and then your jaw.

"i really have to go~", you giggle, and hansol groans.

"okay, sorry", he lets you go - after pecking your lips again -, and watches as your eyes shine at him. "can i text you later?"

you nod once again, maybe a little too eagerly, as you wave him goodbye and finally step into your train, door closing behind you.

oh, well. isn't hansol over the moon now?