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☁️ — ׄ ׅ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 ׄ ׅ

genre fluff, short au | starring boyfriend!seungcheol x gn!reader | warnings|contains pouty and shy cheol | wc 0.4k | status proofread | masterlist | jho's notes. cheol's pout might be the greatest thing god created + his dimples

you weren't even trying to catch it. someone screamed, someone shoved and the next thing you knew, the bride's bouquet landed directly in your hands.

you stared at the flowers in your hand with shock, slowly blinking. a few people clapped, someone whistled— but the moment didn't fully hit you until you turned around and saw seungcheol.

he was standing near the back of the crowd, completely frozen. hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, shoulders tense, eyes slightly wide and lips parted in a small, helpless pout— like he'd just witnessed his own surprise proposal.

beside him joshua was bent over laughing, seungkwan slapping his arm like he'd just hit the jackpot. you watched as joshua leaned in and whispered something in seungcheol's ear— whatever it was, it made his ears turn red instantly.

you bit your lip and held up the bouquet in his direction, trying— and failing— to hide the massive smile threatening to take over your entire face.

he looked at it, then at you still frozen in his place. a deep sigh escaped his lips as he finally moved, walking toward you at a pace like a man heading into his own wedding completely unprepared. when he finally reached you, he didn't say a word— he just kept looking at the bouquet, and then at you.

"i didn't even want to catch it" you teased, barely containing your laughter. he squinted at you, crealy not buying a single word, "sure, you just accidentally manifested it the all day long"

you giggled as he stepped closer, one arm slipping around your waist as his forehead fall against your shoulder with a dramatic groan. "they're never gonna shut up about this" he mumbled into your collarbone, you could feel the smile forming against your shoulder.

"good" you whispered, grin widening, "you look cute when you panic" he whined, then peeked up at you with the saddest, most drammatic expression ever. you tucked a hand into his hair, brushing your fingers through it slightly.

"you know i'd marry you tomorrow, right?" he muttered under his breath. you blinked, stunned for a second making him panicking instantly. "wait, i didn't mean— like, unless you want to" you kissed his cheek before he could melt completely into the floor.

his hand tightened around your waist, grounding himself again. you could feel the heat still raising in his ears, the tension easing out of his body with your touch. after a moment, you said softly "well, you'd make a cute groom"

prompt — “i’m so undeniably screwed for this woman.”

pairing — woozi x reader

genre — fluffy fluff, opposites attract, tiny bit of woozi’s inner turmoil but in a cute way

warnings — light swearing, mutual pining, woozi being emotionally constipated but adorable about it

word count — 600(?) i literally planned longer but my brain farted

note: nonchalant woozi + sunshine reader <3 thank you for this request hehe.

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he’s watching you again.

not in a weird way. not in a creepy way. probably.

it’s just—you’re laughing. again. and it’s the kind of laugh that bursts out of you like soda fizz, bright and sparkling, and it fills the whole studio. and he’s just—well...

“hyung,” seungkwan says, walking past with his laptop and a raised brow, “you’re staring again.” he sing-songs, rolling his eyes.

woozi blinks, caught.

their s/o kissing them on the cheek

warnings: descriptions; headcanons; gn (mostly) reader self insert;

pairings: svt x gn reader

gender/aus: fluff;

Transforms your peck into an actual kiss: Scoups, Mingyu

He'll either wait for you to do your thing before turning to you, cupping your face and fully kissing you on the lips, or pull up the old famous trick of turning his face in the middle of the peck. On both situations, he just wants to make sure he's repaying your affection displays properly - and even maybe beating you in your own game.

Doesn't really think about it and simply kisses you back: Joshua, Minghao

It'll all happen in a matter of seconds. You leave a little peck on his cheek, unable to contain the sign of affection towards your cute boyfriend, and he won't even blink and just kiss your cheek back. Even if he's in the middle of something, distracted on his cellphone or a book, he'll simply turn and peck you back before returning to his own activity. It's simple as that - there's no need for thinking, since kissing you is an automatic motion for him at this point.

Makes a big fuss about it just to embarrass you: Jeonghan, Hoshi

"Wait, what? Is my baby clingy today? Do you want some kisses?" plus some infinite cooing and teasing. He won't let you live, especially if you kissed him out of the blue or out of a cute aggression strike you had. After making you a blushing and annoyed mess, he will pepper your face with little kisses, just for good measure. And you can be certain that he'll tease you afterwards for that too!

Blushes a little and pecks you back: Jun, DK

He's slightly taken aback by the kiss, and tries not to show it too much, but his cheeks give away. He thinks a kiss on the cheek is an actual very adorable way of showing affection, and kinda melts if you do it - especially if it's your way of thanking him for something or after a compliment. He will feel a little giddy and probably kiss you back after the startle.

Pretends to be nonchalant but actually feels fuzzy inside: Wonwoo, Woozi, Vernon

As soon as you leave the little unexpected peck on his cheek, he'll look at you with a questioning gaze. He might blurt out "did I do something?" with a restrained smile, but when you shrug and tell him you just wanted to do it, he'll shrug too, eyeing you as if you were weird. Little did you know he's actually melting on the inside with the sudden affection.

Asks for another kiss on the remaining cheek: Seungkwan, Dino

the whole room is dark, except for the faint glow of your phone. you lay in your bed, scrolling through absolutely random trivia reels. cheol's laying beside you, one arm thrown across your waist as he cuddles into the heat of your body. he should have been sound asleep by now. but he's only halfway through there, being pulled back to wake by your questions.

"cheol?"

he hums back, voice thickly layered with sleep.

"what color do you think i am?"

the room turns silent. you wait for a moment.

"cheo-"

"blue. you seem like blue to me."

"why blue?"

"cause, to me, blue means calm, peace, and secure. like i dont have to worry about anything. like i can let down all my thoughts to rest for a while. and you feel like all those things to me."

you just hum back in response, the next question thats displayed on your screen preventing you from thinking over his words.

a minute passes before you ask again, "cheol?"

"...yes, love?"

"what icecream flavour am i?"

a beat passes before he replies, "you're cookies-n-cream. because you're soft and sweet, with a little crunch at times."

you hum yet again, registering his answer.

"plus, its your favourite," he adds, which brings a soft smile to your face.

you turn your attention back to your phone, searching for the next question.

"cheol...?"

"love.... how about we go to sleep now, and i'll answer all your questions tomorrow?" he asks, looking at you with eyes drooping with sleep.

you just smile and nod, turning off your phone and keeping it aside before you get back into bed. as soon as you lay down, seungcheol's quick to snuggle into your side, his face nuzzled into your neck, his breaths tickling you. you take a look at the sleepy man with you before closing your eyes.

.

.

"cheol!"

"yes, my love?

"...i love you."

he doesnt respond immediately, but you feel him smiling into your skin, his breath hitching for the slightest of moments before returning to normal as he mumbles back.

It all began when you noticed tiny things disappearing from your bag; notebooks, charging cables, staplers. You'd get your answer soon enough, but it seems the world enjoys watching you run around in circles.

wc: ~1.4k | contains: Jeonghan x reader, fluff, Jeonghan being a menace in multiple ways

for the @camandemstudios 'a very seventeen christmas' Secret Santa collab!

[a/n]: ring ring, @shuaflix, it's your Secret Santa calling!!! I hope you have fun reading this Alice and I can't wait to hear your thots hehe 🤍 big ty to @highvern for beta-ing and to @amourcheol for coming in clutch with vocabulary when I couldn't think of the phrase for "in full swing" KJNSFKJGNS

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Five days a week, like clockwork, you kiss your boyfriend as he sleeps in the early hours of the morning, packed and ready to leave for the library to get your work done. 

PAIRING: Woozi idol! x f!reader GENRE: fluff, relationship

I liked to tease my boyfriend when he was focused on working. Everyone knows how Jihoon is when it comes to getting down to business.

"Ji, do you think it's a good idea for me to cut my hair?" He loved my long hair. "Um," I affirmed without even turning around. "Yeah, I think I'll do it. The other day Mingyu told me I'd look pretty like that." I tried to provoke him to see if he'd pay attention. "Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes, exasperated and huffing.

"You know, I've been seeing Mingyu much more muscular lately. Today I touched his arms and I freaked out." Silence fell, and I waited. He turned quickly in his chair. "What?" he said, pouting. I started laughing, and he knew I was joking. "Stop teasing me, babe," he said, shaking his head but smiling.

I pout at him and complain. He gets up and comes closer to me. "Come on, make some time for me. I'm going to take a break. Should we order your favorite food?" he asks, already lying next to me with his phone in his hand. "Yes!" he says happily, jumping on the sofa in his studio. "You're so silly," he pinches my nose.

I tell him to tell me all about the new songs he's writing while we wait for our food. I love listening to him tell me everything that's on his big mind, giving me details about everything.

"I don't think people will ever be prepared for everything you are, Ji," I say, looking him seriously in the eyes. He blushes and just smiles; he's not good at taking compliments. But it's a fact: Jihoon is a great composer; he's always surpassing himself and the music industry, and it infuriates me how little he values himself. Jihoon is content with the fact that the people he loves like us and that's enough for him and he doesn't know how much we love him for being like that.

"Half Past Midnight "

Woozi × Reader | Soft angst to comfort | Established relationship

a/n: kinda rushed this, I'll post a "woozi's pov" soon! i didn't know what else to write about hehe. Hope you like it <3

The first time he told you he was scared of love, it wasn’t poetic.

There were no candlelit confessions, no dramatic sighs or confessions whispered into the darkness. It was just him, sitting on the edge of his studio couch, eyes tired, fingers tapping against his knee, and voice soft with exhaustion.

"I don’t want to ruin the one thing I know I’m good at," he said, looking down. "And sometimes, being in love… it feels like I might have to choose."

You were curled up beside him, your legs tucked beneath you, the oversized hoodie you’d stolen from his closet pooling around your arms. You didn’t speak right away. You just looked at him. Not with sadness, or pity, but with understanding.

You knew how much his music meant to him. How it wasn’t just a job, or a dream, but a part of him. It was in the curve of his fingers when they danced across the keyboard. In the way his face softened when he talked about melodies and progressions. In how his eyes lit up when a track finally came together.

He loved music the way the ocean loved the moon—constant, quiet, deep.

So you never asked him to choose.

Not once.

You became a quiet fixture in his life the same way a favorite melody settles into the heart—subtle, warm, permanent.

You didn’t wait for invitations to show up at his studio anymore. You knew the code. You knew when not to disturb him and when to slip in with takeout or coffee and leave it by the desk. Sometimes, you'd fall asleep on the couch while he worked, lulled by the soft echo of bass through the walls. Other times, he'd pause to glance back at you and just… smile.

He didn’t say much, but you always heard him loud and clear.

He'd come home late most nights. Half past midnight, or later. You never complained. Your body adjusted, naturally syncing to the rhythm of his life.

He always found you.

Sometimes asleep on the couch, your phone still open to a playlist you’d made for him. Sometimes curled up in bed, a book resting on your chest. Sometimes awake, waiting for him with a sleepy smile and a bowl of warm soup.

“You’re still up?” he’d ask, voice rough from the night.

“Always,” you’d mumble, arms reaching out instinctively.

He’d melt into your embrace like he’d been holding his breath all day.

It wasn’t always easy.

There were days when you missed him. Days when you felt clingy, or when your fingers hovered over your phone, wondering if it was okay to text again. There were moments of doubt—not in him, but in yourself. Wondering if you were being too much, asking too little, hoping too quietly.

But never, not once, did you think he didn’t love you.

Because Woozi didn’t show love with grand gestures or flowery words. He showed it when he let you into the quietest parts of his world. When he played you unfinished demos and watched your face as you listened. When he started keeping your favorite snacks in the studio fridge. When he kissed your forehead before leaving and whispered, “I'll try not to be too late tonight.”

He loved you the way he loved music—deliberately, deeply, and without distraction.

One night, he came home earlier than usual. You were in the kitchen, making tea, your hair tied up messily, an old hoodie hanging off one shoulder.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned back into him without a word.

“I was thinking about what I said. That time in the studio,” he said, voice low against your neck.

You turned slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.

“I was scared,” he admitted. “I thought love would be a distraction. That it’d take me away from everything I’ve worked for. But it didn’t.”

He paused, then added, “You didn’t.”

Your eyes softened.

“I never wanted you to choose,” you whispered. “I just wanted to be beside you while you chased what you loved.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You are what I love.”

Your breath caught, heart swelling with a warmth that settled into your bones.

He turned you around then, gently, holding your face in both hands. His thumb brushed under your eye, tender.

“I love you” he said. “I love you so much, darling.”

There would still be late nights, and busy seasons, and moments when the world pulled him in different directions.

But no matter how far the music took him, he always came back to you.

And you—soft, patient, unwavering—you were always there. Waiting. Loving him not despite his passion, but because of it. Loving all of him. Even the parts he once feared no one could love properly.

In the silence between his verses, in the breath between your kisses, in the space where love meets purpose—you both found something rare.

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Enjoy, sinners ;)

Love, Bunny 🐇

• Jeonghan • Joshua • Jun • Hoshi • Wonwoo • Woozi • DK • Mingyu • The8 • Seungkwan • Vernon • Dino •