You were relaxing in your apartment when your boyfriend was sending you snaps like crazy. You were watching tiktok videos so you forgot to open them but about thirty minutes later you got a text from your boyfriend demanding you to open his snaps. Then, there it was, photos of Dokyeom in the studio. But just as you were about to send a snap back you heard a knock on your front door. You looked through the little peephole and saw your boyfriend!
"Kyeomie~" you sang, as you opened your arms.
"Baby~" Dokyeom sang. He scooped you up into a hug and spun you around, "How is my favorite person in the whole wide world!"
"Amazing amazing! I just relaxed all day waiting for you," he put you down and you guided him to the couch, "How was your day?"
"It was pretty productive. Practiced, recorded for the new song, practiced some more," Dokyeom sat on the couch, looking up at you eagerly. You sat next to him, but your legs fell right over his.
"Do you want me to run you a bath at all? I have dinner all ready for you incase you're hungry!" You looked around your entire apartment, just making sure that everything was in place.
Meanwhile, Dokyeom was just admiring you as you were rambling about his bath and his dinner. You didn't notice but Dokyeom had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other was just about to slip around your waist as well. He just really wanted a hug, so as you were going on again about how he needs to take care of himself, he dragged you into a hug. You didn't think anything of it and you wrapped your arms around him to give him a big squeeze.
"I love you so much, Y/N" Dokyeom started to snuggle his head into the crook of your neck.
"I love you too, Kyeomie. Is there something wrong? Do you just feel extra affectionate today?" You asked, leaning into his touch.
"Nope, nothing wrong. I'm just glad that you're here with me and that you're mine." Dokyeom's voice was muffled but it tickled your neck.
"I'm glad that you're mine too Dokyeom, the best thing that's ever happened to me." Your voice soft but as soon as you started playing with his hair he knocked out, "Goodnight, my sunshine."
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Can I request a seungcheol breakup 🥺 but like a “cut off ties on both ends” breakup
this one made me cry a bit... y/n i got ur back. i hope u like this i didnt mean to make it as emotional hahaaa *awkward laughs*
seungcheol x reader
angst
warnings; none
wc; 968
a/n; i wrote this one with correct grammar rather than making it lowercase like i usually do... i wonder how it looks.
How do two people go from promising to spend an eternity together, how can certain feelings fade away so quickly. How does that work? Do you ever stop thinking about him when he’s sat right across from you at a restaurant your friends dragged everyone out to?
It gets easier.
“I don't want to hurt her though.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
The words muffled behind the door but you were certain of one thing, you were the subject of the conversation and your boyfriend Seungcheol was the speaker. You stepped away from the door, you weren't a fan of eavesdropping and you felt hypocritical right in this moment.
The door opened causing you to jump as well as revealing a shocked Seungcheol.
“Y/n..” he called out softly worried in case you had heard anything earlier than he intended you to.
“Hey, I'm going out to do some grocery shopping” you quickly revert your expression back into a smile however Seungcheol’s sigh of relief doesn't go unnoticed.
“I’ll come with you” he walks past to put on his shoes so you follow to do the same, it's bad enough your hands bumped into his as you both reached for the pairs of shoes that were coincidentally right next to each other but it was worse when you realised the air was awkward. It would've been something you guys would have laughed off and joked about before but things were changing slowly.
The walk to the store was the exact same except he had been trying to start up a conversation asking about your day which you replied to with short answers. Another thing that would've processed as a lighthearted conversation before. You were sad. He was sad. Over how much time did everything fall out of place. Things were not the same and Seungcheol was in the same boat as you emotionally. The two of you were aware of the changes to your relationship, if it could even be called that anymore.
Shopping got frustrating quick because you two were just bickering over the smallest most irrelevant things like what kinda coffee the other liked better because suddenly him and you were both hellbent on proving you knew the most about each other. Paying was another issue as you held up the cashier with your back and forth about who would pay (he did in the end).
“Are you okay?” Seungcheol begins first again, something he’s been doing a lot.
You look up at his taller figure in confusion. Before sighing and looking forward again, “Are you?”
“I don’t know” he shrugs
“Yeah me too”
It's silent for a bit but not the comfortable silence you would have treasured back then till you decide to speak up about the one thing lingering around in your mind.
“Who were you talking to earlier?” you inquire and Seungcheol comes to a halt so you stop with him. “It was about me wasn't it?”
“Yeah.” he admits.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Here?” He pointed out the obvious which was being in the middle of the road.
You shrug. “There's a bench right there.” you speak out walking to sit down on said bench with him proceeding to do the same
“So..” you look around, almost as an excuse because you didn't want to meet his eyes.
“Do you remember when we first met?” he blurts out almost catching you off guard with his sudden need to reminisce.
He needed to know you were aware there were happier moments.
“Who could forget the day Chan ended up in the hospital with a broken foot and we had to pretend to be his very young parents.” you giggle, shaking your head at the memory and hearing the other beside you laugh too. That was probably the first time you had both heard each other laughs in a while.
“Things were so much more different back then,” he whispers.
Both of you kept your gazes locked on the hazy sunset, good for you because you were sure one look at the boy and the tears would run free.
“I don't want to hurt you Y/n”
His words finally direct your gaze to his closed eyes.
“You could never hurt me Cheol.”
He opens his eyes and finally faces you too.
The two of you search eachothers eyes and expressions secretly hoping for something to hold on to what was the point?
“Change is inevitable” you sighed as his hand reached out to hold yours and you simply allowed it.
“At some point we all realise people stay in our hearts but not our lives. I'm grateful to have had your heart until now. But we both know it's not the same anymore” he's smiling at you painfully waiting for you to finish your words almost aching to pull you into his embrace
“I can’t believe we’re about to break up on a bench with bags of kimchi next to me.”
You laugh at his words, a few tears escaping your eyes that you’re way past wiping.
“It wouldn't be a SeungY/n break up if we didn't go out with a bang.” you exclaim.
“I know…i'm going to need some time and i know you will too” you squeeze his hand before letting go, heart aching at the thought of this being the last time you would be able to do any of this.
“I’ll always be there for you y/n”
The words play in your head like a broken tape. I’ll always be there for you but suddenly we’re strangers.
Truthfully, it wasn't the break up that hurt, it was the constant wave of flashbacks reminding you both how happy you once were.
pairing: Woozi x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
prompt: you happen to find Jihoon's old confession letter to you in middle school and he is not amused
word count: 1190
It didn't take long for Jihoon to arrive at the coffee shop you've been waiting in. Upon seeing you, he flashed a toothy smile as he made his way to your table and sat on the chair across yours.
"I ordered you a mocha latte." You inform, pointing at the untouched coffee cup beside your strawberry and banana smoothie.
"Oh, you didn't have to, but thanks." He said, taking a long sip before setting the warm drink back down. "So, didn't you tell me you wanted to talk about something?"
A devilish smirk spreads across your face as you lock eyes with him. "Remember when you had a crush on me in middle school?"
"Why are you reminding me?!" He groaned, cheeks reddening from how flustered he was.
You laugh, amused by his reaction. "Why are you so embarrassed? May I remind you that we're dating!"
"But that's different!" He protested, hiding his face in his hands. "We were in middle school!"
"Yeah, so?" You rolled your eyes before taking another sip of your smoothie. "Well, long story short: I found your confession letter while I was cleaning my room."
He perked up from his hands and looked at you somewhat mortified. "Why is it still with you?!"
"I keep it because I'm very sentimental with mementos." You explained, sounding bothered by his question.
"But my letter is embarrassing!" He continued to fuss.
"No, it's sweet and cute!" You countered defensively.
"Oh my god." Jihoon let out an exasperated sigh as he slumped back into his chair and took the latte in his hands. "I don't even remember what I wrote to you."
"That's why we're here." You say, unzipping your bag and taking out a yellow stationery envelope and laying it on the tabletop. Jihoon's eyes went wide as he suddenly lurched forward, coughing due to having choked on his latte. With the smirk returning on your face, you asked him: "Want me to read it to you?"
"No." He immediately answered. "I don't think I want to remember it."
"Um, rude?" You kick him from beneath the table, making him respond with an apathetic 'ah'. "We're talking about the early beginnings of your undying love for me. Are you sure you aren't curious about what this says?"
Knowing you wouldn't let him live it down, he gave in, but also because you were right about one thing. His curiosity was much too strong to resist.
"Fine, but I prefer to read it myself." He bargained sternly.
A satisfied smile makes its way on your visage as you slid the envelope over to him. Jihoon took it in his hands and picked at the worn-out scotch tape sealing the flap until he successfully peeled it off. You patiently watched him in anticipation as he unfolded the letter, the sound of the paper rustling filled the silence between you two.
"This is so old." He absent-mindedly remarked.
A childlike sort of joy came upon you as Jihoon's eyes ran along the paths of the sentences he inscribed once upon a time. It was fun to see him laugh and cringe at the second-hand embarrassment his past self was giving him. Perhaps, it was partially because the momentary pause in your conversation gave you time to consume your smoothie in peace. After Jihoon finished reading it, he covered his face with one hand as he laughed bashfully while tucking the letter back into its envelope before handing it back to you.
"You know, I was actually expecting a response even though I said nothing had to change between the both of us." He was queasily fiddling around with the coffee cup's sleeve as he spoke. "I was dreading the day you were going to kill me for confessing, but it never came as if you never received the letter at all."
"That's because I didn't like you back then!" You reasoned out. This time, it was you who felt embarrassed. "And I didn't know how to tell you that, so I just pretended I knew nothing about the letter."
Boisterous laughter erupts from the both of you, earning you annoyed glances from the other customers. It was a vivacious moment that lasted for quite a while until the two of you calmed down.
"Well then, it's a good thing I never lost my feelings for you." Jihoon's eyes were full of affection as he gazed at you and placed his hand on yours.
"Yeah, it is." You agreed, lacing your fingers together. "Because I have another letter to show you."
"But I don't recall giving you another one!" He abruptly pulls away, looking mortified for the second time. "Sending the confession letter already gave me more than enough anxiety to scare me to death."
"Relax," you gently say, holding his hand again. "This one is from me. It was my response."
"But I thought you said you didn't like me back." He tilted his head to the side in a quizzical manner.
"It's my rejection letter. I never gave it because I was afraid of how you would handle it." You carefully explained, ending with nervous laughter.
Jihoon's nonresponse prompted you to take out the letter and hand it to him. Without saying a word, he unsealed the paper from the envelope and read it for the first time. You couldn't help but feel flustered by how his eyes turned into arcs as he snickered every now and then or how he would sometimes look up at you with a teasing smirk on his face.
"...I'm sorry if this upsets you," he began reading aloud, "but know that I wish you all the best. I hope that in the future, you may find happiness with someone who truly deserves you. Sincerely, (Y/n)." Jihoon raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. "Oh, do you really now?"
"Shut up, Jihoon." You snapped back at him. He simply laughed as he slipped the letter back into its envelope.
"Here." He said, passing it back to you.
"Oh, actually..." you started. "I was thinking that maybe you should keep it."
He scoffed at the idea. "Why would I want to keep a rejection letter?"
"I don't know? For keepsake?" You shrugged. "Besides, it's addressed to you."
Jihoon stared at you for a few seconds before nodding in agreement and pocketing the old stationery envelope.
"So, what made you change your mind?" He asked and took a sip of his latte.
"On what?" You replied.
"Me." He stated matter-of-factly.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled. "Uh, because with time, I eventually developed feelings for you. Duh."
"I'm just amused with how things turned out to be." Jihoon teased.
"Don't make me chuck your latte on you." You threatened jokingly, but he only raised a skeptic brow at you. "Of course, I wasn't serious and it isn't like you were going to fall for that. I paid for your drink."
Jihoon giggled at you for trying and you shook your head, smiling in defeat all the while. Brushing it off, you went to finish the rest of your smoothie as Jihoon did the same with his latte.
Christmas short imagine seventeen’s leaders series
genre: fluff, kisses
boyfriendproducer!Woozi
the light and audible sound were emitting over the living room from the television since the solid three hours ago, you were all alone again and it did bother you with his absence.
“need to finish our Christmas cover” -jihoon
had it been like on repeat in your head, he sounded like wouldn’t getting home anytime soon. you sighed in disappointment.
and as if you weren’t expecting you’ll be alone on Christmas Eve this year againㅡ you were pouting and sulking over his reply. last year wasn’t any different, he couldn’t make it to the midnight and you found him sleeping with barely covered on the living room couch.
up to the worst was he caught on high fever the next day and did you accompany him to the hospital on Christmas day. what a nice occasion to spend on with him on the very bright day, you thought sarcastically.
your eyes were fixed on the television eternity, watching just whatever showing but the show, too, seemed to mock the hell out of you when the cut of a few couples kissing and hugging their partners appeared on the screen. you would puke on the spot if it wasn’t perfect by ed sheeran to save the moment.
you reached your phone next to you and started to type,
“i don’t want to be selfish or what but i miss my boyfriend and if he didn’t appear in front of my damn eyes in instant, i dare to lock the front door and let him die frozen”
without further conscience, you sent the message with the hope that he sensed the hint and get to your house in the quickest way he could. your patience was wearing thin at the moment.
however, you were feeling a bit tired after some hours spending on decorating the tree, it was decent but the satisfaction was beyond the effort.
from hoodie to loose shirt without a pair of pants, you laid rather comfortably and looking sexy to at least be a feast in jihoon’s eyes.
of course, you were his but today wasn’t the day for his to enjoy you, he needed to make everything up before you let him have the fun. you had it planned perfectly.
few seconds or probably half an hour later, you found yourself dozing off on the couch and coming along with wild knocking on the door.
your mind was thinking it might be the delivery but from what you consciously remembered, you had ordered nothing.
the knocking became frantic and you were more aware of a kidnapper.
“who does kidnapping on Christmas Eve but why the fuck they choose me?!” you fumbled with the knob before pulling out an umbrella, very good idea and slowly unlocking the door with the weapon on the other hand.
“what takes you so long? I’m literally freezing outside” the sight of your boyfriend was an unexpected turn as soon as the door flew open and he barged in. you were happy, anyways.
“you said you need to work on the cover tonight?.. ” your voice trailed off when your body was taken aback by his embrace. he hummed against your exposed skin that had you shivering. his breath was cold. definitely absorbing his existence when you needed him the most.
“i don’t remember someone’s saying she misses me and dare to lock the doㅡ” you cut him off with your lips on his. he didn’t complain, he responded to it pretty instantly and you were smiling in the kiss.
you thought the kiss was short and soft but it led to aggressive and passionate one after you accidentally bit his bottom lip and had him groaning. you cupped his cheeks lightly and his breath actually was ticklish against your skin and had you suppressed a laugh.
your legs grew weak with his skillful hands roaming under your shirt and placed them on your hips.
he let your lips rested for a millisecond before resuming to the kiss and he naturally tumbled the both of you to the couch. the kiss also got messier when he fought for dominance in your mouth in which you gave in easily to him.
his body was pressing lightly on yours and he broke the kiss after losing too much breath from the kissing. your mind was elsewhere whilst he was caressing your crimson red cheeks, “the advantage of being a singer” he smirked and you pouted. both simultaneously chasing for own breathing, it was indeed a hot kiss for a make up one.
“what was that for?” he chuckled at your ridiculously cute question that you even knew the answer. you waited for his answer,
“your Christmas present, Merry Christmas y/n” he smiled sweetly.
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A/N: This is my first post/story so please don’t expect too much. Not edited
To say that you were mad was an understatement, you were furious
Your morning has been absolute shit
You woke up late and missed all of your morning classes and had coffee spilled all over you.
Your face, the way you walked and the stain on your shirt just screamed: “ Do NOT fuck with me!”
As you were walking you were looking for a store to buy a new shirt. You finally found one so you walked in.
The store was mostly empty except for the cashier and one other person.
You were looking around when one particular shirt caught your attention.
It was a white Nirvana tank top. There was only one left on the hangers so you quickly went to it.
Just as you were about to grab it someone snatched it from the rack.
Shocked you went to see who it was.
You guessed it, it was no one other than Xu Minghao.
You didn’t even have time to absorb his beauty when anger too over you.
He’s not going to lie but the look you gave him scared the shit out of him.
“ That was my shirt.”
“ Who’s holding it though?”
“Why you little piece of sh-”
“What is going on here?” The cashier from before came up to both of you with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Nothing, can I pay for this shirt?” The guy you just met said.
“Sure.”
You watched as he walked to the cash register and paid for the shirt. He was about to walk out the door when he turned around and winked at you.
He fucking winked at you.
Still fuming with anger you grabbed a plain white shirt and paid for it.
You continued your day just like you normally do and headed to your college/university to go to your afternoon class.
You walked into the class when you saw the same face from earlier that day.
He had on a white Nirvana tank top with ripped washed out jeans.
If he wanted that shirt so badly you were going to test his knowledge of the band you adored.
So you walk up to the seat next to him and sat down.
He looked alarmed at first when he saw you but the look was quickly brushed off his face and it was replaced by a cocky one.
“Are you stalking me now?”
“Oh, get over yourself I’ve been in this class since the beginning of this semester. I only came here too as you a couple of questions.”
“Shoot”
“ What is your favorite Nirvana song?”
“What?”
“You seemed to really want that shirt so I’m guessing that you are a really big fan. What is your favorite song by them?”
“Uh..um…Smells Like Teen Spirit.” He quickly blurted out.
Now you are not going to lie that is a good song but since it is their most popular one it makes it hard to believe that a dedicated fan might choose it as a favorite song.
You weren’t going to jump to conclusions so you asked for his second favorite song.
“That’s the.. um… that’s the only song I know.”
“Then why did you buy the shirt?”
“Because it looked really nice…”
Not going to lie it hurt you that their logo and name is now popular just for fashion and not for their music.
You sighed and with a disappointed look on your face, you went back to your normal seat.
Just as you sat down the professor walked in and the class began.
While you were focused on your work, Minghao, on the other hand, couldn’t keep you off of his mind.
hello ~ I’m a new seventeen writing blog my names Beatrice:) I write
- fluff
- angst
- smut (depends)
- certain triggering topics but also depends
- mostly gender neutral
- fake texts
Make sure to leave an ask if you want something done it’s kinda boring in there atm
Warnings: female reader, mentions of body image (but does not use any words like slim, big, etc.), mentions of slight revealing clothing (lmk if there are any that I failed to mention!)
A/N: Honestly, this isn’t going to be a full story just some clips from my imagination as I read manga.
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You were chilling in the room of your boyfriend’s office. He was busy looking over papers while you were reading a book on the couch, your legs were up in the air and that’s when Minghao noticed something. “Hey, what are you wearing?” he came around from his desk just for you to put your book down and sit up.
“Mmm, just my favorite blouse and a pleated skirt,” you looked up at him and he was holding your face up by your chin. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips then sat next to you. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, just needed a break,” he responded and rested his head on your shoulder. He grabbed your hand and held it out for him to see it properly, “It would look best if there was a ring right there.”
He pointed right at your ring finger, knowing that you both couldn’t get married yet because you two were both still in school. Minghao was going to a prestigious school that specialized in business, while you were just going to a university. You stared at your finger for a minute before you said anything in response.
“It would look nice, but unfortunately we can’t get married yet. Its your father’s rule and he barely let us date.” You chuckled and brought your hand down. He managed to push you down onto the couch and his arm wrapped around your waist. Minghao snuggled into your chest, listening to your heart beat that had eventually put him to sleep. You grabbed your book once again and started reading, you knew that Minghao was always overworking himself and you wanted to be able to catch up to him. Even though you may not have been the smartest, you still knew your stuff especially when it came to helping him out with even the simple things.
The sweet scent of his shampoo kept nudging your nose though and you couldn’t help but get captivated in the smell that caused you to fall asleep. Your book had fallen off the couch, your one arm around his back and the other hanging off the couch because of the heavy book.
