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A/N: @babilou-pov Early birthday present for you happy early birthday. I hope you like it 😊 🎂

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Member & Reader: SEVENTEEN OT13 x Reader

Tags: fluff, comfort, humor, birthday celebration, Seventeen OT13

Word Count: ~2,000

Summary: You think your birthday will be quiet this year… until thirteen chaotic idols decide otherwise and give you the most unforgettable surprise of your life.

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Your birthday was creeping up quietly, like it didn’t want to disturb anyone. No plans. No hints. No suspicious texts. Just vibes.

You told yourself it was fine, that you’d chill with a snack and maybe watch a drama. But a tiny part of you wished Seventeen could magically appear from thin air and yell “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” like they were summoning fireworks.

You didn’t know that they were already plotting.

Jeonghan had assembled them like a general preparing a coup.

“Okay,” he said, smirking. “She has no idea. Perfect.”

Joshua nodded. “Let’s make it sweet, please. I’m begging.”

“Define sweet,” Hoshi said, already stretching like he was preparing for a flash mob.

They had one plan: lure you to a place without you asking questions. Their genius solution?

Joshua texted you.

Joshua: “Hey, can you come to the studio? We wanna show you something real quick.”

Casual. Simple. Deadly effective.

You didn’t suspect a thing.

You walked into Pledis’ practice floor, expecting… what? A new choreo? A behind-the-scenes project? Maybe a dumb Hoshi prank?

Instead, the hallway was suspiciously silent.

You pushed open the main studio door and—

Darkness.

You blinked. “...Hello?”

And then the lights EXPLODED on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!”

“AYO LET’S GO LET’S GO—DINO STOP THROWING CONFETTI IN MY MOUTH—”

“MINGYU YOUR BALLOON ARC IS COLLAPSING—”

“WHY IS THERE SMOKE—WHO TURNED ON THE MACHINE—”

Thirteen men stood in the absolute most chaotic tableau: confetti everywhere, balloons half-floating, Vernon holding a party popper like it personally betrayed him.

You froze, stunned into silence.

Jeonghan beamed. “Surprise.”

Mingyu rushed over and gave you the gentlest bear hug known to mankind. “You didn’t think we’d miss your birthday, right?”

Your heart did a little flip.

Joshua stepped forward, smiling soft and proud. “We worked really hard on this. Like… painfully hard.”

Hoshi: “I accidentally set off the smoke machine three times.”

Seungkwan: “And screamed each time.”

Vernon: “It was kinda cinematic.”

You laughed, finally shaking off the shock. “You guys are insane.”

“Yeah,” Coups said. “But we’re your insane.”

Minghao placed a tiny crown on your head with delicate precision. “There. Now the atmosphere feels right.”

Jun added, “Royal birthday energy only.”

Woozi stepped up with a mic. You instantly sensed danger.

“We prepared something special,” he said.

Hoshi: “A performance!”

DK: “A vocal attack!”

Vernon: “A moment.”

They lined up in formation like they were about to drop a world tour.

And then they sang.

It wasn’t polished like a concert. It was warm, chaotic, emotional. Woozi’s harmonies melted into DK’s powerhouse notes, Hoshi nearly kicked a balloon into Seungkwan’s face, Mingyu forgot one of the lines and recovered with finger hearts. You floated in all their affection, feeling like the center of a small and beautiful universe.

When they finished, they collapsed around you on the floor in a messy circle.

Coups wiped his forehead dramatically. “That was the most stressful birthday stage of my life.”

You giggled, cheeks hurting from smiling.

Joshua nudged you and handed you a small, neatly wrapped box. “This is from all of us.”

Inside were thirteen polaroids. Each member had taken one, decorated it, and written you a personal little message.

Jeonghan’s had glitter.

Woozi’s handwriting was bizarrely neat.

DK’s said “I hope your birthday is louder than Seungkwan.”

Seungkwan’s said “It won’t be.”

Hoshi drew a tiger. Obviously.

Mingyu’s was just a picture of his forehead because he didn’t check the camera.

Vernon wrote something surprisingly poetic.

The8 drew tiny flowers around the border.

Jun doodled a crown above your head.

Dino wrote “Thank you for being born” in the most sincere way.

By polaroid thirteen, your chest was warm and full.

You looked at them, eyes shiny. “This is… seriously the sweetest birthday I’ve ever had.”

The room went soft.

Joshua: “You deserve this. And more.”

Jeonghan leaned in with a wicked little smile. “And next year… just wait. I already have ideas.”

Hoshi gasped. “Pyrotechnics?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Hoshi whispered dramatically.

Everyone groaned.

You laughed, heart glowing like a lantern.

Thirteen voices rose at once.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“WE LOVE YOUUU!”

“MAKE A WISH!”

You closed your eyes, made one silent wish, and blew out the candles.

The moment wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

Thirteen wishes.

One perfect birthday.

And the sound of Seventeen singing for you echoing in your heart long after the candles dimmed.

~True..so fucking True~

A/N: OMG GUYS I WROTE THIS SO FAST I CAN NOT I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY AND THE WAY DK JUST KEPT SAYING IT. OH WE KNOW ITS BIG BIG

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Tags: Smut... just pure smut

Member×Reader: Joshua & FemReader

Summary: You heard some odd rumors about your new boyfriend you just thought they were silly, but curiosity got the better of you

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The hushed whispers followed Joshua like a shadow, clinging to every fan interaction, every stage performance. My friends, wide-eyed and giggling, forwarded me the anonymous forum posts, the blurry screenshots. "They say he's... well, *gifted*," Seokmin had teased, nudging my arm, a knowing glint in his eye. I always brushed it off, a silly idol rumor, another piece of manufactured buzz. Joshua was sweet, gentle, almost shy. The idea of him possessing some mythical, oversized appendage seemed ludicrous.

"Are you thinking about those ridiculous rumors again?" Joshua's voice, soft as a lullaby, pulled me from my thoughts. He stood in the doorway of his sleek, minimalist living room, a faint smile playing on his lips. His black t-shirt, usually a casual drape, seemed to cling to his torso tonight, hinting at the lean muscle beneath.

"No," I lied, a blush creeping up my neck. "Just... admiring the view." I gestured vaguely around his impeccably tidy apartment.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound. "Come here." He extended a hand, his fingers long and elegant. I walked towards him, my heart a hummingbird in my chest. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chin resting on my head. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of citrus and wood, enveloped me.

"You're quiet tonight," he murmured, his breath warm against my hair. "Something on your mind?"

I looked up, meeting his dark, inquisitive eyes. "Just... you."

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine. "Good." The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, his tongue seeking mine, a gentle exploration. My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart.

He led me to his bedroom, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows. The air grew thick with anticipation. He shed his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, taut abs. My gaze lingered, tracing the lines of his body. He unbuttoned my blouse, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending sparks.

Soon, we lay entangled on the crisp white sheets, a tangle of limbs and soft murmurs. His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of my hip, then resting on the soft skin of my inner thigh. A jolt went through me. He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

He shifted, his body pressing against mine. And then I felt it. A solid, undeniable presence. My breath hitched. It was... substantial. More than substantial. The rumors, the whispers, they weren't just rumors. They were an understatement. My eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping my lips.

Joshua watched my reaction, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. "Surprised?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

I could only nod, my mind reeling. The sheer girth of him, a thick column pressing against me, promised an intensity I hadn't imagined. He nudged my legs apart, positioning himself. The head of his cock, dark and engorged, pressed against my wet slit. I gasped, a mixture of awe and trepidation. He was thick, so thick.

"Hold on," he whispered, his eyes locking with mine, a playful challenge in their depths. He pushed, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. My pussy stretched, protesting then yielding, a delicious burn spreading through me. A low moan escaped my throat. The head disappeared, then more, until the full length of him, a throbbing, pulsing monument, filled me completely. My walls hugged him tightly, a delicious pressure building. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch.

"Oh, Joshua," I whimpered, my voice raw with pleasure and disbelief. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips grinding against mine. Each thrust stretched me further, pushing against my cervix, a sensation both overwhelming and exquisitely pleasurable. My body arched, meeting his every movement. The rumors were true.

A/N: this was requested by my beautiful queen @k4trinabluu hope you like it cutie 💓

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Tags: Smutish?? Fluff, angst, dark themes in a way?

Member(s)× Reader: Joshua, Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungcheol and Wonwoo

Summary: Reader lives with all of them and gets kidnapped by mingyu's ex girlfriend and her friend but luckily the guys save the day

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The silk of the sheets kissed my skin, a familiar luxury. Sunlight, filtered through the penthouse’s towering windows, painted stripes across the plush carpet. A soft hum vibrated from the kitchen, a symphony of breakfast preparations orchestrated by Seungcheol and Seokmin, no doubt. My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of Jeonghan, his silver hair a halo against the crisp white pillow, a gentle smile already curving his lips as he watched me.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice a low thrum against my ear. A warm hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer. “Dreaming of us?”

I stretched, a languid arch of my back, a contented sigh escaping my lips. “Always.” My fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Seokmin’s specialty pancakes, I think,” Joshua’s voice floated from the doorway, a playful lilt. He leaned against the frame, a steaming mug cradled in his hands, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And Mingyu’s coffee, strong enough to wake the dead.”

Mingyu appeared behind him, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Only the best for our princess.” He walked over, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Ready to conquer the day?”

Wonwoo, ever the quiet one, simply offered a small, warm smile from his spot on the sofa, already engrossed in a book, but his gaze flickered to me, full of affection.

The morning unfolded in a familiar rhythm of laughter, shared bites of fluffy pancakes, and the easy comfort of their presence. They fussed over me, filling my plate, refilling my coffee, their eyes brimming with an adoration that still, after all this time, made my heart swell. They lavished me with gifts, not because I asked, but because they loved to see my face light up. A delicate sapphire necklace, a first edition of my favorite author’s work, a weekend getaway to a remote cabin – each surprise a testament to their boundless affection. I, in turn, accepted their generosity with an open heart, cherishing their thoughtfulness more than the material things themselves.

Later, as the afternoon sun dipped, casting long shadows, I prepared to meet them at Seokmin’s penthouse for our usual Friday evening. I slipped on a light dress, the sapphire necklace a cool weight against my collarbone. It was a gift from Seungcheol, a small, discreet tracker embedded within its intricate design. “Just in case,” he’d said, his brow furrowed with a concern I’d found endearing. “The city can be… unpredictable.”

I stepped out, the city’s cacophony a dull roar around me. A sleek black car pulled up, not one of theirs. I hesitated, a faint ripple of unease. The window slid down, revealing a woman with sharp, angular features and a cold, assessing gaze.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you?” Her voice was smooth, almost silken, but laced with an unsettling edge.

“Yes,” I replied, my hand instinctively going to the necklace.

“Get in,” she commanded, her eyes narrowing. “We need to talk.”

Before I could react, another woman, taller, with fiery red hair and a sneer twisting her lips, emerged from the car’s passenger side. A rough hand clamped over my mouth, another shoved me forward. The world spun, a sudden, terrifying blur of motion as I was forced into the backseat. The door slammed shut, plunging me into a suffocating darkness.

Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through me. I struggled, but their grip was iron. The car sped off, the city lights becoming streaks of color, then fading into the encroaching twilight.

“So, you’re the little whore they’ve all fallen for,” the sharp-featured woman, who introduced herself as Lena, spat, her voice dripping with venom. “Jeonghan’s new plaything.”

“And Mingyu’s,” the red-haired woman, Sarah, added, her fingers digging into my arm. “You think you’re special, don’t you? You think you can just waltz in and take what’s ours?”

Their words, laced with a bitterness I couldn’t comprehend, felt like physical blows. They yanked my hair, slapped my face, their accusations swirling around me like a toxic cloud. They called me names, flung insults about my character, my intentions, everything they imagined me to be. Each word chipped away at my composure, leaving me raw and exposed.

The car finally jolted to a stop. They dragged me out, into a dimly lit, damp basement. The air hung heavy with the smell of mildew and stale air. They tied me to a rickety chair, their eyes glinting with a malicious satisfaction.

“You think they care about you?” Lena sneered, her face inches from mine. “They’ll forget you in a week. They always do.”

Sarah laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “You’re just another toy. A pretty face to keep them entertained until they get bored.”

The insults continued, a relentless assault on my spirit. They wanted to break me, to strip away the confidence and love I had found. They talked about Jeonghan’s fleeting affections, Mingyu’s insatiable desire for novelty, painting a picture of them as fickle, heartless men who would discard me as easily as a broken toy. The words burrowed into my mind, planting seeds of doubt, chilling me to the core.

Meanwhile, at Seokmin’s penthouse, a palpable tension hung in the air. The grand living room, usually filled with laughter, was silent, save for the soft click of keys on a laptop.

“She’s late,” Seungcheol muttered, his fingers flying across the keyboard, his face a mask of grim determination. “She’s never late.”

“I tried calling her again,” Jeonghan said, his voice tight with worry. He paced the room, his movements restless. “Straight to voicemail.”

Mingyu slammed his fist on the coffee table. “Something’s wrong.” His eyes, usually so full of warmth, blazed with a fierce anger. “I feel it.”

Wonwoo, his book forgotten, stared intently at the glowing screen. “The tracker… it just activated.”

“Where?” Joshua asked, his voice sharp with urgency.

“An abandoned warehouse district, south side,” Wonwoo replied, his brow furrowed. “And it’s not moving.”

Seokmin, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a steely resolve, grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go.”

They moved with a synchronized efficiency, a well-oiled machine driven by a singular purpose: to find me. The drive was a blur of flashing lights and tense silence. When they burst through the warehouse door, the scene that greeted them ignited a primal rage within their hearts.

I was slumped in the chair, tears silently streaming down my face, the accusations of Lena and Sarah echoing in my mind. Lena held a knife, its cold blade pressing against my cheek, while Sarah stood guard, a cruel smile on her lips.

A guttural roar tore from Mingyu’s throat. He launched himself forward, a whirlwind of fury. Lena screamed, dropping the knife as Seungcheol tackled her, his movements swift and brutal. Jeonghan, his face a thundercloud, grabbed Sarah, twisting her arm behind her back with a sickening crack. Joshua and Seokmin were by my side in an instant, untying my bonds, their hands gentle, their faces etched with anguish. Wonwoo stood a little apart, his gaze fixed on Lena and Sarah, a cold, dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Are you hurt?” Joshua’s voice was a whisper, filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

I could only shake my head, my throat tight with unshed sobs. The relief of seeing them was overwhelming, but their words, the venomous words of Lena and Sarah, still festered.

They dealt with Lena and Sarah with a chilling efficiency, their actions swift and merciless. I averted my gaze, unable to watch the raw, brutal anger that consumed them. They were different now, their usual gentle smiles replaced by a grim resolve.

Back at Seokmin’s penthouse, the sterile white walls felt oppressive. The luxurious furnishings, once a comfort, now seemed to mock my shattered composure. Seungcheol and Mingyu had gone to make calls, their voices hushed, their expressions still hard. Jeonghan sat beside me on the sofa, his arm a comforting weight around my shoulders, but I felt a strange detachment.

“Let us help you clean up, love,” Seokmin said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with concern. He held out a clean towel, his hand hovering.

“I… I can do it,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. The thought of their gentle hands touching me, after what Lena and Sarah had said, made me flinch internally. *They’ll get bored. You’re just another toy.*

Wonwoo, ever perceptive, noticed my withdrawal. His eyes, usually so warm, held a flicker of hurt. “Y/N?”

I pushed myself up, my movements stiff. “I just… I need a moment.” I walked towards the bathroom, their worried gazes burning into my back. Inside, I turned on the shower, the hot water a stinging balm against my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the insidious whispers that still echoed in my mind.

After a long, solitary shower, I emerged, wrapped in a plush robe, my hair damp. The living room was quiet. They sat there, a silent vigil, their faces a mixture of concern and confusion. I wanted to crawl into bed, to pull the covers over my head and disappear.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan’s voice was gentle, but firm. “Talk to us.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my robe. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There is,” Joshua insisted, his voice laced with pain. “We know something happened beyond just… the attack.”

Mingyu knelt before me, his eyes searching mine. “What did they say to you?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. The words, so ugly and cruel, felt impossible to voice. I felt a tremor run through me.

“They… they said you’d get bored,” I whispered, the words barely audible. My voice cracked. “That I’m just… a toy. That you’ll throw me away.”

A collective gasp filled the room. Their faces contorted with a shared anguish.

“No,” Seungcheol said, his voice thick with emotion. He reached for my hand, his touch hesitant. “Never.”

“They’re lying,” Seokmin added, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness. “Those hateful women. They wanted to hurt you, to hurt us.”

Wonwoo, who had remained silent, now spoke, his voice low and steady. “Look at us, Y/N. Look at our faces. Do you see boredom? Do you see indifference?”

I finally met their gazes, one by one. I saw pain, yes, but also a profound love, a fierce devotion that shone brighter than any doubt. Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time, they were tears of release.

“We love you,” Jeonghan whispered, pulling me into his embrace. The others joined, a tangle of arms and warm bodies, surrounding me, protecting me. Their scent, a mixture of their individual colognes and the lingering smell of their concern, enveloped me.

“You’re not a toy,” Mingyu murmured against my hair, his lips brushing my temple. “You’re our world.”

Their words, their touch, slowly began to mend the fractured pieces of my heart. I leaned into their warmth, letting their love wash over me, a soothing balm to my wounded spirit. The fear, the doubt, the insidious whispers, began to recede, replaced by the comforting truth of their unwavering affection. I closed my eyes, feeling safe, cherished, and loved, finally drifting into a peaceful sleep in the protective circle of their arms.