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hannieehaee · 5 months

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, etc.

part 2

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a/n: thank u to the people who requested this <3 so sorry its so longshdkks pls lmk if u want a pt. 2 with a resolution. not proofread btw </3

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jeonghan -

jeonghan wasn't a big drinker by any means. sure, he enjoyed the occasional drink with his friends, but it wasnt much of a habit. being a member of seventeen, however, it was quite often that he found himself around alcohol. quite a few of his members enjoyed sharing drinks with one another whenever their schedules allowed. jeonghan, being jeonghan, would always join them, enjoying nothing more than to be around the company of his most loved ones. unfortunately, during these instances he was also away from you, seeing as drinks with his friends tended to be right after work, just before he arrived home to you. this would cause him to make his way into your arms later than usual on the days his friends dragged him away to a pub. you didn't usually mind this, only occasionally pouting at him when he'd come home a bit later than usual without texting you about it beforehand.

today was one of the many days in which jeonghan had found himself at a discreet pub in seoul, accompanied by none other than mingyu, seokmin, chan, seungcheol and joshua, who were all pretty heavy drinkers whenever the mood struck them. jeonghan had prior plans today; it was your birthday tomorrow, so he knew he needed to get home at a timely hour in order to allow you to fall asleep in his arms as your birthday celebrations began. those plans were, however, slightly interrupted by the insistence of a choi seungcheol who adored jeonghan's company and insisted he tag along, even if only for a little while. jeonghan didn't see any harm in this, knowing he didn't have much of a tendency of getting drunk at these gatherings. he could easily make an appearance for one or two hours before excusing himself to go find refuge in your arms.

except that did not happen.

jeonghan wasn't sure how events had turned this way. he had lost most of his sense of self five shots in (what the hell was mingyu feeding him?). he began to go in and out of consciousness, still being aware of his surroundings, but not having many more thoughts past that. the one thing that did manage to slip his mind, however, was his plan to go home to you before the clock struck 12, as it was now 1 in the am. he had fully disregarded his phone too, too distracted with his friends to notice the vibrations on the table.

he woke up the next morning at about 12pm, insane headache and in familiar surroundings. it was joshua's house, he was pretty sure. and he wasn't alone. seungcheol and the rest were also located in different areas of the living room which jeonghan had awoken in. how did he even get here, he wondered. must've called a cab last night. but wait, his phone was out of battery last time he checked it. must've been one of the boys then.

none of these things mattered to jeonghan right now, so he simply got up and charged his phone, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water as he made conversation with joshua, who was the only other member awake at the moment. as soon as his phone charged, jeonghan headed over to grab it, immediately noticing a total tally of 19 notifications, all from you. had something happened? you didn't tend to message him so much. he immediately worried, hurrying to open the messages.

turned out he was right, something had happened.

it clicked almost immediately, with the tone of your texts expressing varying emotions as time progressed, and the date above the messages confirming his suspicions; it was your birthday today, and jeonghan was hung over at his best friend's house. he had no idea how he'd been so irresponsible. he knew he'd be a bit later than usual, but he was so sure he'd still make it home to you before midnight. but that had clearly been wrong. jeonghan dreaded it, but he decided to call you, to at least assess if your mood was as sour as the messages showed.

you picked up within three rings, immediately voicing your concerns at him.

"jeonghan? are you okay? you didnt come home last night," okay, you were worried about him! that was a good sign, right?

"i- angel, i'm so sorry. i'm okay. time got away from me and i ended up blacked out at shua's. shit, i'm so sorry, angel. i'll-"

"were you just drinking the whole time?", you paused, sighing before continuing, "you couldn't even message me or anything? you ditched me today of all days to get black out drunk with your friends? are you serious?", you paused again, not giving him enough time to respond, "you made me spend my birthday worried you didn't make it home. with no communication. jesus christ, jeonghan ..."

"angel. fuck. i'm so fucking sorry. i'll come home right now. it's still your birthday! let me make it up to you, yeah? i'll do whatever you want, just-"

"you know what, han? ... just stay there. we can do this some other day. i'm not really in the mood right now. i'll call you later today, okay? love you."

"wait, angel, no. just let me-"

he wasnt able to complete his sentence, as he was met with a beeping sound, informing him the line was disconnected. he stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened, not knowing how to react.

"man, you're fucked," chuckled joshua, who had heard the whole conversation.

yeah, he had fucked up big time.

joshua -

today was a terrible day. well, no. it was an amazing day actually. it was your birthday. it shouldve been an amazing day. except due to uncontrollable circumstances, your boyfriend joshua had to be away from you for the entirety of the week. there was an award show going on overseas, in which your boyfriend and the rest of seventeen had to be in attendance.

he had planned a beautiful day for you, really. he had wanted to spend the whole day with you, tending to your every need. he was going to wake you up with breakfast - prepared by himself, of course. then he would take you out to a secluded restaurant to ensure privacy. he had even planned to give you a serenade (he knew you would just call him corny, but could be be blamed for being in love?). he had communicated all this to you as he lamented his sudden absence to you a week before the day of his departure. you had accepted it, being touched by the mere thought. he'd promised you he would still be with you on your special day. although the award show was that same day, he promised to come back to the hotel as soon as time would allow and provide you with his company even if it was only through the phone.

and now it was that time. seeing as he was in japan and you in his home back in korea, there was no timezone to worry about. you'd simply have to wait at home for him to return and give you a call. it was now 6pm. it was understandable he would still be busy. you knew he had packed rehearsals all morning, so his only chance to call you would be later in the night. he had still sent you a few messages congratulating you on your big day and reminding you to be ready for him at around 8pm.

it was now 8:33pm. you had expected him to be a bit late, so you didn't mind it. the award show had been live, and it had ended at around 7:30. however, you knew it would likely take him a while to get ready and to get back to the hotel. so you waited patiently, knowing your boyfriend to always stand by his word.

it was at 9:33 that you began to worry. you had already sent him a few texts, not wanting to bother him in case something was going on. you pondered about texting his members just to make sure everything was okay, but decided against it. you didn't want to be pushy.

it wasn't until the clock hit midnight that you'd given up. by then you had already called a few times, only being met by his voicemail. at 12:18 you called his manager, knowing that was your last resort. the response you received was disheartening to say the least. he had informed you that your boyfriend and his group had been taken to an after party, claiming it had been a last minute thing, but that they'd all seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. you decided not to voice your annoyance to joshua's unsuspecting manager, instead choosing to go to sleep, sad and dejected.

the next morning when you woke up to 28 messages and 5 missed calls from joshua, you turned off your phone, disregarding him in the same way he had you. happy birthday to you.

jihoon -

despite popular belief, jihoon was not as emotionally constipated as he seemed. he was a great boyfriend, always making sure you felt loved and tended to. you were always one his top priorities, so he would do his best to spend as much time with you despite his packed schedule. you were also one of the only people who made him want to clock out at the end of the day, knowing you'd always be home waiting for him with open arms. jihoon, however, still had the tendency of sometimes holing himself up in his studio. during these periods of time, jihoon would cut off most contact from the outside world, being hard to reach for a few days as he stayed over at his studio without ever making it home.

this week was one of those times. jihoon never really scheduled these occasions. they'd just somehow end up happening whenever he had a spurt of inspiration, being able to conjure an entire series of songs he believed would perform well together. he liked to keep things organized, after all. any time he disappeared for over 24 hours, you could safely assume he was in his studio, not even allowing himself the simple pleasure of going on his phone to message you. for entertainment, he would sometimes allow himself some anime in between work, but not much more than that. he'd still leave the studio occasionally to show up to dance practice and such, but he would not interact with anyone other than his members, his manager, and maybe some staff if need be.

he knew this might be a bit too much, but it was all part of the creative process. as of today, it had been three days since he had left the hybe building, having given his manager full control over his phone as he wished to remain as productive as possible. he knew that one single text from you and he'd haul ass back home, too lost in the bliss of your presence to get himself to do any work. he missed you, of course, but this was not your first rodeo. the two of you had gone through this before, and it seemed like you accepted his weird work habits, having never complained nor shown discomfort over them. which was why he was quite shocked upon finally exiting the building four days later and calling you up in order to finally check in on you, but not finding the usual response.

the first thing he did as soon as he got his phone back was he call a few times, but he had received no response, which was quite strange from you. he knew it was kind of hypocritical to expect an immediate response considering he had gone off the grid for a few days, but he also knew you were usually free at this hour, so he had expected the usual reaction in which you'd jokingly curse him out for ghosting you followed by an invitation to come over.

he decided then to open his imessage, choosing to instead text you and maybe check in on any of the notifications that never arrived due to having kept his phone muted and away from his reach for the past few days. that was when he realized his grave mistake.

from: my love ❤️‍🩹

(sun) baby

(sun) babyyyy

(sun) where are you? i thought u were gonna sleep over tonight? did u forget about tomorrow?

(sun) okay i called u and ur not picking up im gonna assume ur busy. ill call u again tmrrw then. gn hoonie <3

(mon) okay i gave u most of the morning but its 12 now ... i assumed you'd come back yesterday night. are u at the studio?

(mon) are u rlly holed up there today of all days?? we talked about today last week.

(mon) baby :((

(mon) i dont wanna bother u. take ur time. call me whenever ur done i guess :(

that was when your texts had stopped, two days ago after you had seemingly realized he did not have his phone on him. he also noticed a few missed calls from you during those two days, halting upon the second day of no responses from him.

it had not clicked at first, until he noticed the date above the first text, detailing a day before your birthday. the rest of the messages were sent on the date itself, stopping that same day at his lack of response. the realization made jihoon stop in his tracks. how could it have slipped his mind? not only had he forgotten but he had literally left you in the dark during your special day, even continuing his lack of contact for the next two days. his spiraling thoughts were interrupted by you finally calling him back, something that filled jihoon with hope that you weren't angry at him.

"jiho-"

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. i swear to you it just slipped my mind. i'll go home right now and make it up to you, i promise," he interrupted you before you could say anything.

you paused before responding, "jihoon. was work that important? was i that easy to forget? i respect your job, but you decided that day of all days?"

"it wasnt on purpose! baby, please just let me- let me come over and i swear we can have the day together. ill take off tomorrow too. the whole week! im so sorry."

"im ... im not really in the mood to see you right now, hoonie. it's been three days. i thought about just barging in your studio, but i didnt want to be that type of person. i had the stupid hope that you'd show up, that it wasnt that easy to just disregard me, but i was wrong. clearly."

"baby ... im so so sorry. i .. i'll give you your space. can i .. can i see you tomorrow then? please?"

"i'll call you to let you know, okay?"

jihoon held his breath at this, but quietly accepted your request, "i .. okay, baby. i love you."

"yeah, love you too," except your tone was cold, followed by the beeping of the phone, signaling the call had been disconnected.

seokmin -

many people knew seokmin as the embodiment of boyfriend material. or that was at least what many of his fans called him. in reality, he was even better than what cameras showed. he was the nicest, most respectful boyfriend imaginable, always providing you with everything you could ever need and more. he'd come home with flowers on a regular basis, he'd call you every single day to check in on you. he'd make you breakfast any time he had to leave before you, wanting to make sure you were well fed before a new day. he'd go above and beyond on any and every ordinary day in order to show you his utmost affections for you. don't even get you started on your birthday, which was a national holiday in seokmin's eyes. a day dedicated exclusively to celebrating the birth of his beloved? sign him up! nothing beat a day in which he could freely express all types of love towards you. he was over the moon every 365 days, knowing his favorite day would come again and again.

he had a huge day planned for you this year. there was a carnival in town, so he had planned to grab his manager and sneak out there with you for an hour or so before taking you back home. he also planned a cute moonlit dinner out on his balcony upon arriving home. it was all perfectly romantic, just like every other of his gestures towards you. he had the day marked on his calendar, only counting down the days until it finally arrived.

unfortunately for you both, your birthday landed on a work day for seokmin, who actually worked every day, really. but it was fine! seokmin had planned around that. he had his regular rehearsals plus a public appearance at a fashion show in the evening, along with a quick appearance at the afterparty, but after that he was all yours. he had to stay at the dorms this past week, having an extremely packed schedule, but he had made sure to text you a huge good morning paragraph detailing his love for you and how thankful he was you were his (just usual seokmin behavior, to be honest).

the fashion show had passed by quickly, having only taken a few hours. the after party, however, had been dragging a bit. it was now 6:04pm. he had promised you he would be home by 6:30, giving you enough time for the quick outing he had planned, plus a romantic dinner afterwards. he knew he still had time, but he was still worried he might not be able to follow through with his plans. the last thing he wanted was to be late. he currently had no way to communicate with you either, as his manager had possession of his phone while he was in such public schedules.

he lingered a little, making conversation with anyone he knew. there were many familiar faces, with a majority being that of actors who were also ambassadors of the various luxury brands at the event. he even saw a few actors he had been dying to meet. he felt badly at having such a good time while you were at home probably awaiting his return, but that thought left his mind as soon as a few of his musical performer friends approached him, engaging him in conversation. if there was anything seokmin was, it was overly friendly. he never said no to a conversation with friends, always being the energy maker in any and every relationship. however, it was easy for him to lose track of time and space whenever he found himself in conversation with friends, which was how time once again got away from him.

seokmin hadn't realized time had escaped him so quickly until his manager came up to him, quietly interrupting seokmin's lively conversation with his friends to inform him that his phone had been vibrating nonstop. fuck. he completely spaced out. checking his phone, he realized it was now 8:47pm. how had time passed by so quickly? he wad a bit buzzed, but he had no idea how he got caught up in conversation for so long. it was now too late to take you to the carnival, but he could still make it home for the romantic dinner. yes, okay. everything was fine. or at least that's what he thought until finally reading the 10 unanswered messages on his phone (while wincing at the 6 unanswered calls, also from you).

from: my love 😍

(5:32) cant wait for tonight baby <33

(5:32) i even bought a new dress hehe hope u like it ;)

(6:38) baby, are you gonna be running a bit late? it's fine, no rush! just pls let me know so i dont worry haha

(6:49) minnie ... is everything okay?

(7:14) minnie :(( are you coming soon?

(7:45) okay i called u a few times now ... do you not have ur phone on you? idk ur manager's number baby idk how to reach u rn :(

(7:53) they close the carnival at 8, i guess thats not happening anymore is it

(8:16) its so unlike u to keep me in the dark like this. i checked ur location and ur still at the event .. im assuming it ran late?

(8:23) its mean of u to keep me unaware of whats going on minnie

(8:35) okay nvm. u can just stay there. ill see if one of my friends wants to go out. goodnight.

the messages kept getting worse the more he read. he couldn't believe it slipped his mind like this. he planned it for weeks, even adjusting his schedule for it. and now he had ruined it all just because he felt like catching up with some friends.

he wasnt sure what to do. he had kept you in the dark all night, not even letting you know he wouldnt have his phone on him for a majority of it. he knew this was just an accidental slip of his mind, but that still didnt remove the way he hurt you. all he could do now was run home and await for your own return, hoping that you'd understand his mistake.

seungkwan -

such an outgoing guy like seungkwan always had high demand. they did call him the energy maker for a reason. his presence would always light up a room, which was one of the things you loved most about him. you'd met him in a very public setting, being able to witness first-hand how well he got along with, well, everyone.

however, his outgoing personality did come with some faults. due to having such high demand among friends and colleagues, it was sometimes a bit difficult to share seungkwan. yes, he was not yours per say, but he was your boyfriend. you liked to think you had special privileges that gave you exclusive access to his company that not everyone else had. and you did. seungkwan always gave you top priority when it came to sharing his time. he'd always let you know how much he cared for you, always babying you and tending to your every need. there was nothing in this world he loved more than you, his beloved, which was why it was easy for him to put everything aside whenever necessary.

now, you were not one to hog your boyfriend. you never wanted to be that person who insisted on having access to your boyfriend 24/7, nor would you ever want to keep him away from his friends. it was with this mentality that you had let your boyfriend know it was fine if he had previous engagements on the day of your birthday, letting him know that you'd be more than happy that day as long as he came home to you for a nice night together. he'd informed you that he'd be done with work that day at around 4pm, letting you know that he'd pay a quick visit to some of his 98-liner friends afterwards before going home to you. he had apologized to you for the bad timing over and over again, telling you that this was the only day they all had a day off all at once and would not be able to to gather for a few months after that. he'd insisted he would be quick, wanting nothing more than to head back to you as soon as possible. you'd assured him it was okay, being happy he'd be with you on your special day at all.

so now you were waiting. you'd spent part of the day with friends and family, not having seen seungkwan since the prior day due to his stay at the dorms this past week. you didn't mind this, though, as you were used to occasional separation due to his career. he had sent you a message in the morning, wishing you a happy birthday and once more confirming he'd be back home soon, prepared to celebrate your day. when it became a bit later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to continue to wait, not wanting to be pushy while he was with friends. when it became a lot later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to message him. but your messages went unanswered. you then began to call, receiving no response. it went like this until around 10pm, when you had finally chose to just change into your pajamas, only to be interrupted by a call from the man himself.

"baby! i'm so sorry, i just got your messages. i lost track of time, i swear! eunwoo and mingyu called me up while i was with my friends, and they were on live, so i had to go or else it'd look bad. don't be mad at gyu! he had no idea. i was supposed to just stay for a bit, but the live kept on dragging. i swear im on my way right now, i'll be there in-"

"kwan," you sighed, "not even a text? i dont understand. i didnt want to be pushy but .. today? i cant even lie to you. i'm disappointed."

"baby .. i'm so sorry. i completely spaced out. it's totally my fault. i got too caught up with my friends and then when mingyu called, i was too buzzed to even think straight. i- im sorry. i love you. please don't be mad," you could hear him pout from across the line, a bit frantic as he explained.

you sighed again, frustrated since you did tell him it was okay for him to be with his friends, but still sad he had forgotten you so easily, "i'm not mad, kwannie. just sad. i wish you'd called me to let me know you wouldnt be here at all today."

"but i will be! i'm heading there right now, baby, i swear!"

"i dont ... i dont think i wanna do anything anymore, kwan. im sorry," you felt childish and immature, but you really did not want to see him right now. you knew your emotions would only get the best of you. having your boyfriend choose to be away from you on your birthday was beginning to get to you.

"oh," he paused for a beat before continuing, "i- i understand. can i ... can i come over tomorrow morning, then?"

"you have work tomorrow. you have work every day, kwan. you dont have to-"

"please? let me see you tomorrow?"

"i- yeah. okay. i'll see you then."

"thank you ... happy birthday, my love. i love you. please dont forget that."

"love you too, kwannie," you felt sad as you said it, but you knew you still meant it. you just needed to sleep on it to ease the disappointment. or so you hoped.

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hongcherry · 3 months

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how svt would react if their introvert s/o is socially exhausted

pairing/genres: svt x reader (gn); fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none? (plz lmk if i overlooked something)

author's note: for this anon! coming up with 13 different scenarios is not as easy as it may seem LOL, but it was fun doing something i haven't done before, so thank you for the request! i hope you got some rest, anon 💗

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Seungcheol

After you climb into Seungcheol’s car after one of your many social events this week, you fail to control your overwhelming emotions.

Seungcheol instantly panics at your sudden crying. It started with quiet sniffles, but now you’re borderline sobbing in your hands.

He wants to pull you into his arms, but it’s not as easy to do so since you’re in his car. Instead, he rubs your thigh with one hand and your back with the other.

“Did something happen tonight?” he asks. There’s a mix of worry and anger laced in his tone. He can’t help but picture someone doing something to upset you.

You shake your head and try to calm your cries.

Truthfully, you’re just overwhelmed with responsibility. You’re exhausted with the need to put on a comradely and upstanding appearance. You’re tired of having the same mindless small talks and being over-aware of your surroundings. You just want to stay at home rather than be in public.

Once Seungcheol knows the reason behind your tears, which he had a feeling about these past few days, he drives you both home. He rubs loving circles on your thigh throughout the trip, sending you words of encouragement every now and then. He doesn’t want to attribute to your overbearing emotions, but he wants you to know he’s here for you.

The night is spent cuddling in bed and eating takeout food. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s exactly what you need. He had offered to give you alone time, but you kept him close. You may not want to be around people, but Seungcheol is an exception. He’s your comfort person, someone you don’t have to put on an appearance for. Someone who understands you and knows how to lift your mood.

When you’re on the brink of sleep, you feel Seungcheol’s lips press against the back of your head. He whispers words of encouragement and tells you he’ll always be here for you. You smile, turn in his arms so you’re facing him, and hold him tightly. He chuckles softly at your reaction and holds you as tightly as you’re holding him.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan claims to want to be an island.

He wants to be a place where people can come and go, leaving their worries behind. Except you ended up shipwrecked on the island and made a home.

Jeonghan leans against the headboard of your shared bed. Your back is pressed against his chest, legs tangled under the covers. You want to spill all your troubles to him, but after constant social interactions, you find it difficult to even express your fatigue. Instead, you both cuddle in silence. Heavy rain falls outside; the pit-pat of the droplets luring you into calmness.

Jeonghan knows something’s wrong, but he’s not quite sure what. He whispers that he’s here for you when you’re ready. You nod, pressing yourself against his warm chest more as you peer at him. He grins and captures your lips in his. The kiss is slow, lazy movements that drag for a little too long, but you don’t care. You feel like life’s been too hectic; you need it all to slow down.

Jeonghan gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls away. Your gaze stays on his for a few seconds before you pull him down again.

While you adore Jeonghan’s playful attitude, it’s times like these when you feel extra special. You know he’ll always be there when you need him. Whether you need to rant to him for thirty minutes, cry for fifteen, or simply be near him.

Jeonghan’s your constant.

Joshua

“Babe, are you ready to g—”

Joshua stops mid-sentence upon seeing your dejected form on the couch, shoulders slouched, and a guilty look on your face.

Today was your and Joshua’s two-year anniversary, and he had planned a night out. Normally, you would be over the moon. However, with your constant attendance at social events the past week, you’re dreading going out.

This was meant to be a special night, but you feel like you’ve ruined it. You want to power through, but your body has had enough.

When you finally disclose your troubles with Joshua, he instantly sits next to you and gives you comforting back rubs. He tells you that there’s nothing to feel guilty about. That going out isn’t needed to celebrate your anniversary. He only needs to spend time with you; he doesn’t care the how or where.

So, after a few more reassuring words, you find yourself spending the night indoors with your handsome boyfriend doing mundane activities like cooking and watching shows with little talking. However, you and Joshua are past the awkward silences. You’re able to find comfort in the quietness with him.

And when he gives you random kisses and reassuring smiles throughout the night, you know the night wasn’t ruined by staying in. You just needed him.

Jun

Jun has always been attentive to your needs. After knowing you for years, he can tell when you’re feeling off. You’ve been less talkative, less energetic, and less focused. It’s almost like you’re just a shell of yourself—not really living but just going through the motions.

While you’re away at the nth social gathering, he leaves for the grocery store to gather all the ingredients he needs for your favorite dish. It may not be much, but he just wants you to feel better even if it’s for an hour.

Your routine for coming home nowadays includes taking off your shoes, changing into something more comfortable, and then lying in bed for a few hours until you get up for food.

Jun greets you from the kitchen sweetly and you answer as nicely as you can. It’s nothing against him, but you feel too drained to do or say much. You smell something familiar that makes your stomach rumble. Though before you can question it, Jun gently informs you to get dressed and then come to the dining room.

You mumble an “okay,” then do as you’re told.

Jun’s got the table set and a small, beautiful flower arrangement in the center.

“What’s this?” you wonder.

Jun comes carrying food that makes your mouth water. You recognize it instantly.

“Just thought you deserved a nice meal,” he replies and helps you sit down, placing a kiss on your cheek before he leaves again.

You eye him as he brings in more small dishes. Everything looks incredible, and you can’t wait to indulge in his delicious cooking.

Jun gives you a smile as he sits and nods toward the food, inviting you to go first. The first bite gives you a burst of happiness; there’s something about great food that makes you feel good. Once you get some food in your stomach, Jun begins eating as well.

It’s a nice night after a tiring day. Jun talks a little, but it’s mainly filled with comfortable silence that you welcome. It’s actions like these that make you fall for him more.

Soonyoung

When Soonyoung finds out about your social exhaustion, he fears you won’t want to be around him. Is he making you feel worse? Should he give you some space?

You’re quick to deny his worries. You love his presence, but you warn you may not be as talkative as normal. Soonyoung nods in understanding—tells you he’s perfectly fine with that. He just loves being around you. Sure, he loves your voice too, but he understands needing to recharge after back-to-back social events.

When it’s time for dinner, Soonyoung hesitates to ask if you want to help. He’s not sure if that’s asking for too much, but you smile and follow him to the kitchen.

It’s not unusual to cook dinner together but the time is typically filled with chatting and instructions given by you. This time, it’s Soonyoung leading the dinner preparation. Lately, he’s been more into cooking. Granted, not all his dishes turn out that great, but every chef has to start somewhere. It’s rather nice seeing how excited he gets when executing a dish idea.

You follow his instructions well—chopping this, stirring that. Even though you’re not alone and are on your feet, your mind feels at ease. You don’t have to think about what to say next or how to respond to someone’s actions. You just need to let Soonyoung guide you.

He does so with care. Sometimes he’ll crack a few light jokes just to see the faint smile on your face.

When dinner is done and bellies are full, Soonyoung sends you off to rest while he cleans up. You feel guilty he’s done so much work tonight, but you’re grateful he’s putting in so much effort to make you happy. Next time he’s feeling down like you, you’ll make sure you put in the same effort to see him smile.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo knows the need for alone time. While he doesn’t mind being around his friends for hours, attending social events is a different story. Even if he’s with friends, there are still numerous eyes watching him and other worries he has to consider. It’s draining to constantly uphold an image.

So, when you come home from your final event, he takes no offense when you tell him you want to be alone for a while. Although he’s not sure how long “a while” is, he supports your need to recharge. He tells you that he’s here and to not be afraid to ask for anything as he’ll be there in an instant.

After thanking him and giving him a sweet kiss, you retreat to the bedroom.

Wonwoo sits at his gaming desk in the other room. His headset is on, and his fingers tap rapidly on the keyboard. He’s been playing for a little over an hour when you shuffle inside.

He pauses his game and pushes off his headset.

You’re silent as you push his chair back a bit and settle in his lap.

Wonwoo smiles and helps you get comfortable. You lean against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck tightly with your head nestled in his shoulder.

“You can play,” you mumble.

Wonwoo doesn’t reply verbally. He simply kisses the side of your head before he slips on the headset again and rolls his chair as close as he can get without squishing you.

Your eyes are closed as you lax in his arms. The sound of his keys clacking brings an odd sense of comfort to you. Although you still feel socially drained, you want to be around Wonwoo because if anyone can make you feel better, it’s him. You don’t need his words of encouragement, though you know he’d give them. You just need to know he’s here for you.

And he is.

Always.

Jihoon

There’s something so mesmerizing about the way Jihoon works. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, indicating how much he’s focusing.

“Whatcha’ looking at, babe?” he chuckles when he catches you staring.

You peer at his eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Nothing. I just like watching you work.”

He hums and sets down his phone that he’s writing lyrics on. He pulls you closer, squeezing you and kissing your forehead.

“You doing okay?” he asks.

It’s been a few days since you confided in him about your social exhaustion. One too many social gatherings have left you with low energy. You haven’t felt like doing much, but Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind. He’s content doing different activities while in the same room.

You shrug in response, and Jihoon gives you a sad yet encouraging smile that tells you to keep going and hang in there. He understands having to do things because you have a responsibility. It’s not always easy, but you have to persevere. And some days it’s easier to; some days it’s not. However, with Jihoon, those easier days happen a lot more often.

You rest your head on Jihoon’s chest while he picks up his phone again. It’s silent except for the sounds of him pressing the keyboard. You wonder what he’s writing about, but Jihoon has never been one to lend you a sneak peek. At least, not while he’s in the process. Maybe he’ll let you review a draft, but that’s the earliest stage you get to see. Regardless, you always end up liking his results.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until Jihoon gently shakes you. He tells you he needs to use the restroom and that he’ll be right back.

Jihoon holds you closely once he gets back. He whispers a goodnight before falling into slumber as well.

Seokmin

After attending more social gatherings than you can count on your fingers, you’ve become drained. You could go without being around a single human being for a good month.

Except for one.

He lays next to you in bed, eyes darting across your features with worry.

When you ponder what’s wrong, he asks if he’s done something to upset you. You’re confused at first, but then it hits you. You’ve always inquired about his days; however, you’ve been lacking in keeping up to date with his life. You find yourself coming home, then eating and sleeping your day away. Even when you’re up, you’ve stayed to yourself.

You finally tell Seokmin that you’re socially exhausted. Just the mere thought of opening your mouth or being engaged in a conversation has you running for the hills.

Seokmin pushes aside his silent worries and tries not to put anything you’ve said to heart. You’re not upset with him—hell, you’re probably not upset with anyone but just need some quiet time. He’s felt this way before, so he understands you.

Seokmin slides off the bed and leaves the room. You watch in confusion, but he just grins and tells you not to worry.

After fifteen minutes, he comes back and leads you to the living room where he’s set up a mini spa. There’s a bubbling foot bath, a back massage cushion, and calming music playing. You can smell lavender and something else that you’re not sure of, but it makes you feel relaxed.

Seokmin spends hours tending to your body. From foot rubs to forearm massages, he takes care of your body in a way that makes you feel worshipped and loved.

You feel guilty that he’s pampering you so much, but he reassures you multiple times that all you need to do is close your eyes and relax. He has no issue doing this if it means you feel better.

Mingyu

You didn’t mean to snap at Mingyu when he asked if you knew where his wallet was. It was a simple question that had a simple answer. Yet, you replied rudely.

Mingyu had stared at you, not overly offended by your outburst since it was out of character. Rather, he grew concerned. Over the past few days, he’s noticed a decline in your attitude. He could almost see your patience decrease with each passing day. He’s aware of the social events you’ve been going to and figures you’re exhausted from those.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—” you try to apologize a few minutes later. You’ve calmed down and have reflected on your actions.

“I’m not upset with you, but if it makes you feel better, I accept your apology,” he says and pulls you in for a hug. A hug that engulfs you with comfort from his strong and loving embrace.

You end up telling him how you’re feeling, confirming his suspicion behind your outburst.

He gives your head a gentle kiss. You know he’s not mad at you, but you’re still disappointed with yourself for how you treated him.

When it’s time for bed, Mingyu’s by your side. He offers to wash your face for you so all you have to do is relax. With a nod, he washes his hands, then begins your face routine. Although it’s a thoughtful gesture, he tries to help rinse your face as well. However, it just results in wet floors and laughter. He apologizes but you wave a hand as you smile at him. He gives you a sheepish grin as he pats your face dry.

Perhaps that didn’t go as he planned, but at least you brightened up—even if it were just a few minutes.

Minghao

Minghao sits across from you, an encouraging smile on his lips. You follow suit and copy his sitting position.

He nods once you’ve settled and takes your hands.

“Close your eyes and copy my breathing,” he instructs softly.

Your eyes flutter close, zeroing your focus on the man before you. It’s quiet at first, but then Minghao inhales loud enough for you to hear.

You breathe in.

One.

Two.

Three.

Minghao exhales slowly.

You repeat Minghao’s patterns for an unknown amount of time. You simply let him guide you through whatever meditation practices he often does, which he offered once you told him about your social fatigue.

At first, your mind is still crowded with stress and exhaustion. It’s hard to try to relax when you know you still have more events to come. Though you continue for the sake of pleasing Minghao. You appreciate his time, even if it’s not helping as much.

Minutes pass as you still follow Minghao. Gradually your mind becomes empty—only focusing on the man before you, hands still in his. You don’t even realize how light you feel until Minghao starts pulling away.

Your eyes flutter open and see his gentle smile. You don’t even need to tell him it worked since the look on your face explains it all.

Perhaps you’ll be joining in on his meditation every night from now on.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan’s normally okay with touch. He doesn’t mind the lingering hugs or handholding in public. However, you, on the other hand, have never been as open as him. It’s unusual for you to be openly affectionate. Or at least not for a long time.

Though while visiting a farmers’ market, you cling to him more the entire time. When you encounter another person and have to converse, no matter how short the interaction is, you let Seungkwan do all the talking.

Seungkwan is naturally a talker, so he doesn’t mind taking the lead; however, you don’t even make a peep. Often, you’d at least chime in your two cents, but you don’t do that. No, you stay silent by his side and simply listen.

Seungkwan pulls you aside after a while and asks if you’re okay. When you give him a sad smile and explain you’re just socially exhausted from all your events, he instantly becomes serious. He apologizes for taking you out and not catching on sooner, but you’re not offended at all. You give him a reassuring peck on the cheek and tell him you’re fine, just not up for being around crowds too long.

Seungkwan nods in understanding, then starts leading you back to the parking lot. You tell him you can stay longer, but he refuses. He wants you to be comfortable and happy. He’s seen what he wanted and is perfectly fine heading back.

Halfway home, Seungkwan glances at you in the passenger seat.

“You want some ice cream?”

He smiles knowingly. Ice cream has always been your coping food.

You grin and nod, heart warm at his sweet gesture. Ice cream may be your comfort food, but Seungkwan is your comfort person.

Vernon

Vernon loves to watch movies. So much so that he’s dedicated Friday nights to movie nights. Each night you get to experience a new film with him. Sometimes you both love it, other times you both hate it. And of course, there are times when one loves it more than the other.

After the movies, you end up dissecting it. Some people may find that boring, but you and Vernon share similar hobbies—analyzing movies being one of them.

However, with your frequent social events, you find it difficult to be excited about tonight’s movie.

The movie summary seemed interesting, but your brain feels so drained that you doubt you’ll be paying much attention. Let alone be prepared to engage in a conversation afterward.

When Vernon sits down next to you on the couch, you turn to him reluctantly.

“Do you mind if we rewatch something instead tonight?”

Vernon gives you a confused look. You normally watch new movies, not old ones. When he asks about the reason, you give a summarized answer.

Vernon’s understanding and asks what you’d like to watch. Too fatigued to even think about it, you let him decide. He ends up putting on a movie that you both really enjoyed a few weeks ago. It’s light and easy to follow, yet it had spurred you both to talk about it for hours—somehow getting into a deep conversation.

You snuggle into his side while the opening credits play. He moves one of his arms around your shoulders, rubbing it tenderly. Although it’s not a traditional movie night, you’re glad you still get to participate in it regardless.

Chan

Chan would like to seem more observant than he really is. He would like to say he knew why you were so distant or why you seemed temperamental. However, he can’t. What he does know is that you’re not as bright as you are normally. He knows everyone has their ups and downs, but your down has been occurring long enough to worry him.

He’s standing in line at the grocery store ready to check out when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your ID; however, your response is not what he expected.

You’re crying.

You’re sniffling and hiccupping so much that it’s hard for Chan to understand what you’re saying. He coos at you, trying to calm you down so he can grasp what’s going on.

After a minute, you’re finally able to tell him you’re overwhelmed coherently. Your social battery has run out of juice and all you want to do is come home.

“I’ll be right there, baby,” he says instantly.

He leaves his cart, apologizing profusely to the worker who eyes him at the act, then beelines it to his car.

It doesn’t matter that he spent an hour picking out food. It doesn’t matter that he was waiting in line for fifteen minutes. He just needs to be there for you.

Chan stays on the line throughout the drive. He keeps you up to date on how far he is and continues to reassure you that it’ll be okay.

He meets you outside the building and engulfs you in the most secure and loving hug. He holds you against his chest, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he rubs your back soothingly.

“How does leaving a little early sound?” he suggests.

Normally, you try to stick it out. You have a responsibility and want to fulfill your duty. However, all these non-stop events have drained you beyond recognition.

You nod and quickly text a friend at the event that you’ve started to feel sick and need to leave.

You let Chan take care of you the rest of the day. He brings you food in bed, takes care of some house chores that you planned to do, and gives you plenty of cuddles and kisses.

a/n: i feel like i've entered a whole new world by writing a reaction/imagine 🤣 (i haven't, but im just dramatic)

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hanggarae · 9 months

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CLINGY !

i don’t usually take recs but @multidxni ur shua rec was so cute i NEEDED to write it for my own health,, and thank u sm for liking the way i write for shua MWAH <33 he’s actually so fun to write for

gn!reader, fluff

“you know babe, if you hated me you could’ve just said that” you heard your boyfriend joshua sigh from the couch while you slid your coat off, just returning from work.

you looked over at him, he looked so cozy. he had a day off today so he was most likely just let himself relax on the sofa that had your jaw dropping at the price he was willing to pay for it.

as soon as you processed his words you looked at him confused, he was looking away from you, but you could tell he was pouting.

when you walked over to him you confirmed your thoughts, heart melting at how cute he looked when he pouted.

“joshua, what on earth are you talking about?” you smiled, brushing back some of his hair, but he again quickly moved himself away from you.

“no no no, don’t try and pretend you love me now” he sulked, and it took everything in you to not kiss his pouting lips, “i had to spend my day off without you. and you didn’t even wake me up to kiss you goodbye. and you didn’t even reply to my texts all day”

“like really yn you don’t even love me!” and his words would’ve had you worried if it wasn’t for the way he squeezed your frame in a hug and brought you impossibly closer to him.

you giggled at his dramatic antics, bringing your hand to push his grown locks of hair and placing a soft peck to his forehead, “baby i’m sorry i didn’t reply to you, but i was really busy. and i didn’t wake up because you looked so cute when you were sleeping”

“i don’t believe you” shua whined, voice muffled from burying his face in your neck.

“shua, would i have a picture of you sleeping from this morning if i hated you?” you laughed, bringing your phone up to show him as evidence.

“oh wow you really love me” joshua smiled, mood lifting suspiciously quickly.

“never mind, i don’t love you at all, you were actually so astronomically correct when you said i hated you” you replied, the both of you settling into a more comfortable position cuddling one another on the couch.

“oh my mistake. then i guess if you hate me you must hate kissing me too” he hummed.

“hmm.. well we can always test it out” you pretended to think for a few seconds, face turning to meet his before he met you halfway and brought his lips to yours slowly.

he held your face gently, not letting you move away from him before he eventually pulled away to place kisses all over the rest of your face instead, the both of you giggling in each others arms.

“you’re so clingy shua” you smiled at him teasingly, before your smile dropped completely when he pulled away from you, “what the fuck?”

“no no no if i’m so clingy i’ll give you your space” he mirrored your teasing smile from earlier, “unless of course you want me to continue”

“you know i like it when you’re clingy” you pouted at him, trying to get him to continue his onslaught of kisses from earlier.

“i know you do baby c’mere”

#joshua fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #hong joshua x reader #svt joshua x reader #joshua x reader

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eunsoek · 4 months

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MAKING OUT ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

ft joshua

☆¸¸ .•*★.

The birthday buzz had gotten to Joshua today: his closest friends throwing a small yet lively evening gathering with plenty of drinks to accompany. He had been at your side since morning, with his arm slung around your waist or his fingers anchoring your shoulders in a half-back hug. Funny thing is, it wasn’t even your birthday. It was his. He just loved loving on you, and who was he to give that up just for one day.

The day started off amazingly; he adored the expensive coat you gifted him over breakfast in bed, something he had been not-so-inconspicuously eyeing for a while. It wasn’t an easy feat. You had to sneakily take his measurements using clothes in his wardrobe, and then somehow managed to stash away the thick package before the day arrived. You praised yourself for how good Joshua looked in the coat. The deep blue fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. He looked so heavenly, so dependable.

Then, came lunch. You hosted a hearty meal for Joshua and his parents, serving up all of his favourite dishes. Some of which were childhood favourites he hadn’t tasted in years, thanks to numerous phone calls with his mother in preparation. Seeing the way his face lit up at the sight of the familiar foods, and his constant, content chatter at the table, felt like enough birthday gifts to last you your lifetime.

In between, you spent time swathed up in blankets and each others’ arms on the couch, episodes of reality tv housewives and their girls trips running on television.

Your boyfriend wasn’t being the easiest to deal with right now. Through a series of party games after party games, accompanied with a reenactment where he pretended a bartender — making sure you “drank only the best (his) drinks” — Joshua only became even more cheeky, even more of a menace. The drinks he made you tasted worse and worse too. His imagination running wild only fuelled crazier ideas and ingredients. At some point, you had to put a pause to his little service.

The arm that once slung comfortingly around your waist turned into tight, tight backhugs and his chin stuck resting on your shoulder. The adoring eye smiles also evolved into lingering, desperate eyes, keen for a moment’s privacy. It didn’t help that your charming, sweet boyfriend swept you aside and into the hallway. Alone.

The voices of his group mates and closest friends inside the living room could still be heard, but the closed door giving you two a bit of peace dulled the world around you. The overhead hallway warm-light cast shadows over Joshua as he peered over you. His best features were highlighted, his lips only looked bigger and softer in the glow.

One hand left the other at your hips to cradle your face, brushing the strands of hair that dared to block his view of you. “That tickles,” you let out a breath. His smile only widened, making no move to stop his lingering fingers.

“I love you so, so much,” his arms tightened around you. His eyes gleamed now, the mood-lighting around you two forming stars and twinkles as he gazed on you. Your boyfriend had so much love to give, and there was no hiding on his side. It was so easy to find yourself overwhelmed by how much unfiltered care and adoration he had for you.

“Love you too, Joshie. I really hope you had a good day today,” you stepped closer into his embrace, your chin resting on his chest as you peered up at him.

“You have no idea,” he responded, leaning in to drop soft pecks all over your face: from the tip of your chin to your hairline. The kisses were enticingly light and feathery. After each one you couldn’t help but lean back in for another, only to be disappointed as Joshua drops the next in a different place, missing your lips. “I’m so excited to spend a life with you,” he leaned back, giggling at your unsuccessful efforts.

Bringing your hands up to loop around his neck, you brought him in to meet your lips. “Me too,” you whispered. The kiss started off sweet, gentle, as innocent as a couple could be. And you could feel a smile on your boyfriend’s lips as he continued kissing you.

The way he holds you, treating you like you’re so incredibly precious, turns you a little crazed. Gradually, his fingers curl into the fabric of your top, itching to delve under, desperate to touch your skin.

A particular loud yell from your friends makes you jump, Joshua’s teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you pull apart. “They’re having fun,” you smile, pointedly.

“We can have fun too,” he smirks, pulling you back in. You exhale, amused. Drunk Joshua was certainly more forward than usual, suggestive comments weren’t extremely uncommon but they definitely heightened when he was in one of his moods. His quip makes you giggle, and you feel an urge to spur more reactions out of him.

You tease Joshua as he reaches in, lips getting dangerously close each time but never quite meeting. At the first, he simply sighs, but as you hold up your teases his arms encase you even tighter. He’s definitely caught on by now. “Stop it…” he whines.

In one breath, you’re amusingly watching him grow more and more frustrated, but in the next, your hands are no longer on him. Instead, they’re held behind you, his hands firmly grasping your wrists together.

His lips crash onto yours, the force making you stumble a little, Joshua pressing you into the wall behind you.

You can feel each rise and fall of his chest against yours, your own heartbeat racing to mirror his. You’re overwhelmed by everything him, party cake and fruity drinks taste sweet on his tongue. His — and yours — favourite perfume overtakes you through subtle woody and vanilla scents.

You hear him hum lowly, a hand coming up to guide your lips to different angles. You swear you might faint, your knees were close to giving way and your heart was beating so fast your thoughts can’t keep up.

Joshua’s relentless kisses were addictive, but you pull away reluctantly, for fear of your own sanity. Your lips instantly feel colder, lonely without someone to love.

His thumb comes up to wipe away some of the drool at the corner of your mouth, your boyfriend grins, very pleased. “You messy girl,” he tuts playfully. You definitely don’t think you could last a lifetime without Joshua’s kisses, especially if they were like this.

#bc love-crazed and tease!joshua turns me insane 🤕#svt x reader #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader #hong joshua x reader #svt joshua x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen fluff

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babyleostuff · 6 months

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Haloo, I just finished reading your kwannie x reader clingy angst fic. Would u please do a shua version. I also read cheol and hannie ver. Hehe. Just to complete 95 liner. Thank you veery much. 🥰

i hope you enjoyed the last two, and will like this one as well! now we have the 95z complete

+ this is the last clingy fic i’ll write

bad joke | joshua hong

genre | angst & fluff

word count | 1.5k

pairing | joshua x reader

“I don’t deserve you,” you murmured, your cheek squished against Joshua’s chest.

Your day has been dragging itself for what felt like forever, the never-ending accidents having chosen this day to take vengeance on you for some reason, making your mood gloomier than the weather was. Nothing seemed to work out for you, and you prayed for the day to end, so you could lay down in your bed and bawl your eyes out.

You were prepared to come back to a quiet apartment, and cold too, as your heater magically decided to break down. With no dinner, and no proper food in the fridge, you knew that the afternoon would be as miserable as the rest of the day.

The last thing you expected was to open the door, and be greeted by the smell of ramyeon and your favourite tea you always drank before bed, music quietly playing from the speaker in your living room.

“Of course you deserve me, darling,” Joshua gently put his hand on the back of your head, dragging his fingertips gently through your hair. “It was just a bad day.”

He cupped your face, pulling it away from his chest looking down at you with a warm smile, as small creases by his eyes appeared, something that always happened when he looked at you. And in that moment everything felt alright again - his soft gaze, and equally gentle touch made you melt further into his body, tension leaving your sore muscles for the first time since you woke up. He was your definition of comfort, your safe blanket, that you could wrap around yourself on your worst days, knowing that he’d always be there for you.

“Okay, let’s eat before the food gets cold,” he said, intertwining your fingers. You wrapped your hand around his bicep, and leaned your head onto his shoulder, as he guided you to the kitchen. Joshua busied himself with finishing off the food, as you took out the utensils and prepared the table, even lighting the candle he got for you on his last tour.

“Here you go, darling,” Joshua placed a steaming bowl of your favourite ramyeon on the table, as well as the tea he had made earlier. “I hope it’s still warm,” he said, wrapping his hand around your cup, checking the temperature. “I can make you another one,” he was about to take it away, when you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“It’s okay Josh, just sit down, and eat with me,” you said, picking up the spoon and chopsticks. You could swear, you had never been that excited about eating.

But as you started to munch on the food, with a compliment for your boyfriend’s amazing cooking skills at the tip of your tongue, you raised your head, and noticed he was still standing next to you, a weird expression adorning his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, stopping in your tracks. “I’m not staying,” Joshua explained, his troubled expression only intensifying. “Remember that boys night I had planned with Coups and Jeonghan? It’s today.”

And just like that, the comfort bubble popped.

“Can’t you reschedule it?” You asked, eyes big, and pleading. You knew you were acting silly, childish even, but it seemed that your body and mind longed to be with him. You just needed someone to look out for you - to take care of you.

He let out a sad sigh, which couldn’t mean anything good, and you knew you wouldn’t like what he was about to say. “You know how long we’ve been planning this night for, darling. And we were really looking forward to it, you know we had to wait months to book that place, and we’d have to wait an eternity for another free spot if we cancelled now.”

“I really don’t want to be alone, Joshua,” you said with a quiet voice and a quivering lip. On any other day, you’d never make him change his plans for you, even now, your words were barely coming through your throat. This was a shitty thing to do, and you knew that if Joshua stayed he’d be unhappy, and you’d end up sitting in an uncomfortable silence rather than finding comfort in each other.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit clingy?” He giggled, the smile reaching his ears. “You’ll be fine for one night, it’s not the end of the world,” his words pierced your heart, making your stomach sink in disappointment, as his words hit you.

“W-what did you just call me?” Joshua’s smile quickly dropped, his teasing demeanour gone in a second. “You said I was clingy?” Your eyes immediately filled with tears, your hands shaking under the table - not so much from anger, but from his dismay. Joshua clearly didn’t realise how much his words hurt you.

“Darling, I-” “Don’t bother.”

You dropped the spoon, and grabbed your cup, heading for the terrace. You ignored Joshua's pleadings for you to come back, his voice clearly laced with guilt, but no matter how hurt he was didn’t change the fact that he hurt you first.

You knew very well it was unfair for you to ask him to cancel his plans, but he called you “clingy” in your most vulnerable state, when you really needed comfort and support, and not his jokes.

You underestimated how cold it was, the breeze sweeping under your shirt, as you stepped out, sending shivers down your back, as the only remaining source of heat was your cup you were tightly clutching between your hands. The clouds seemed even darker than before, casting a sad shadow over the city.

You sat at one of the chairs, looking out to the distance, trying to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. Not only did you have one of the shittiest days ever - your boyfriend, your precious Joshua decided it was the perfect time to make fun of you, but at the same time you knew it was so wrong to pressure him into changing his plans just because you had a bad day.

“But he did call you clingy,” the thought lingered at the back of your head, somehow trying to excuse your behaviour. You took a shaky inhale, trying to slow down your racing mind, as it was starting to make you really anxious.

A sudden knock pulled you out of your thoughts, making you spill some of the tea that you were sure was cold by now. Another thing to tick off on your “what went wrong today” list.

“Can I talk to you?” Joshua kneeled before you, sinking to his knees, as he took the cup from your cold hands, and gently intertwined your fingers, so he could warm them up a bit, something that the tea failed to do.

“I didn’t mean to call you clingy, and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I only said that as a joke, and I shouldn’t have done that either. It was stupid, and I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” his eyes were sincere, and warm - as they always were. The only thing they missed were the small creases.

“It’s okay Josh. I was wrong too,” you sniffled, wiping off the single tear that escaped your eye. “I’m in no place to ask you to cancel your plans, that was so fucking immature of me,” you shook your head, almost as if you couldn’t quite believe that you had acted like that.

“You had every right, darling,” he cupped your face, bringing you closer to him, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You had a bad day, of course you wouldn't want to be left alone.”

“Still-.” “Stop blaming yourself. If anything, I acted immature for making fun of you, and calling you something hurtful when you needed help.”

You pulled at the sleeve of his hoodie, making him sit next to you. Joshua was quick to wrap his arms tightly around your body, so he could shield you from the wind, cradling your face close to his chest.

“Why don’t you call Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s girlfriends, and you could have a girls' night while I was out with the boys?” he asked in a quiet voice, his mouth right next to your ear. “I really wouldn’t want to leave you alone, precious. I would have a shitty night if I knew you were here alone.”

Letting his word sink, you actually smiled at the idea. That would be even better than staying with Joshua only, and you’d both get to have a great time - you’d end up in a win-win situation.

“You’re a genius Joshua Hong,” you muttered into his chest, closing your eyes. “I don’t think so, I just made my girlfriend cry,” you giggled, actually laughing for the first time today.

“Yeah, but I still love you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Joshua murmured, his cheek squished against the top of your head.

“Of course you deserve me, darling,” you gently put your hand on the back of his head, dragging your fingertips gently through his hair. “It was just a bad joke.”

also, i could not write proper angst for this one, as i have for the previous fics - but no matter how much i wanted i just couldn't picture joshua calling anyone intentionally clingy

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seuonji · 6 months

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彡 my days won’t end without you. — hong joshua

notes ๑ yn & svt idol!au. ever since you and joshua have started dating, he found it weird leaving work without you.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ non

word count ๑ 0.9k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

he came to visit you as per usual just outside your practice room. since you two have became an item, as days go by he becomes clingier and clingier. you two have started to be seen as hybe’s married couple and you two couldn’t disagree either. you two had a shared apartment and bickered like a married couple, the only thing missing was a ring on your finger.

and joshua would do anything to see you in between you and his breaks even if it’s just for a few seconds. jeonghan jokes that they should just make seventeen and your group’s practice rooms right beside each other.

earlier, he had messaged you saying he was gonna pass by your practice room which was really more of a “come outside i miss you.” demand, but to his surprise you were already outside. he nonchalantly skipped over to you but still maintained a distance. however the smile plastered on his face instantly turned into worry when he saw your exhausted expression. he didn’t even need to ask if you’re okay, he already knew the answer.

he’s been an idol long enough to understand why you looked so down. but most of all, he knew you and how strict you were with yourself when it came to your performances so as he saw you, he easily assumed you were having trouble with the choreography to your new song or your recording in the studio wasn’t satisfactory to you.

if he could hug you right now, he would.

but he can’t, thus he relied on cheering you up verbally and asked you what do you want for dinner, just to lighten up your mood and so that you’d have something to look forward to!

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

“am i even going to make it out of this building before today ends?”

the day already ended actually, it was currently 12:41am, you were just too tired to have a sense of time. joshua took a peek to the clock at the end of the hallway and bit his lip not wanting to make your mood more foul.

“even if you go home at 5am or 10am, you’ll be going home with me,” he squinted his eyes showing his seriousness.

“no shua, go home, i know you’re already done with practice,” you leaned on the wall beside you to relieve yourself from carrying your tired self up.

“i can wait yn, how much longer could it possibly take?”

“i can’t get this part of the choreo down i might be here all night,” you crossed your arms, closing your eyes out of exhaustion. you were worried about how you were being perceived in joshua’s eyes but at the same time, you were too drained to give mind to it.

joshua stayed quiet. he understood the situation and why you felt this way so he really wasn’t bothered, what bothered him was how it was affecting you.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted after the silence lasted too long.

joshua took a step forward and gave a reassuring smile, “yn, don’t be sorry, it’s your job and come on, i’m your senior, you think i don’t know how tiring practice can be?” he tried to convince you he understood and that you weren’t being a burden. joshua was never one to care about treatment of juniors to seniors but he was pulling that card today.

“just do what you have to now, when you’re done, we’ll go home together and i’ll cook your favourite food. if you still feel like being a workaholic, we can go through your choreography together, how does that sound?” he tilted his head with a sweet smile

“wow, ‘go through the choreography together?’ when did you join the performance unit?”

joshua was apalled despite knowing it was a joke, “i’m seventeen i am basically the performance unit!”

your corners of your lips slowly turned into a smile as you laughed. internally, joshua felt accomplished.

“so, we’re getting out this building together, at the same time?” joshua wanted a clear answer.

“i’ll finish up as fast as i can,” you gave an indirect yes.

“that’s my yn, but also just take your time, i’ll wait.”

you bit your lip and nodded before turning to get back to practice. but just before that, joshua tugged your shirt stopping you in your tracks. as he leaned forward, his mouth levelled to your ear and there he whispered, three sweet words.

“i love you.”

you two have already said it so many times yet hearing it now, it caught you off guard but you quickly brushed it off, “see you later hong jisoo.”

“you government named me?!” he quietly screeched.

you opened the door to your practice room and stuck your tongue out, teasing him.

his eyes were wide, not out of anger but out of shock. when did you learn to get so cheeky? in reality you’ve just been hanging out with him too much.

he placed his hands in his pockets and walked away chuckling to himself. he may have told you to take your time but he really couldn’t wait for your practice to end.

you’ve heard joshua say i love you so many times, yet today, it stuck in your head making practice ten times harder than it already was.

but needless to say, you can’t wait to get over with practice and leave this building with the one you love.

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wooahaes · 1 month

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a splash of color

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 10/13

word count: 4.7k~

warnings: some angst. food mentions. so much platonic love between cheol n his friends. mentions of other soulmate fics throughout.

daisy’s notes: cheollie :( <3

summary: Seungcheol has lived in a world of grays since he was ten. He’s beyond tired of it and depending on the people around him to tell him what color his shirt is, or which apples are the green ones, or if that bottle is water or clear soda… So where are you, soulmate? He’s waiting.

Choi Seungcheol considered himself to be someone who was strong. Physically, yes, but he’d been the friend people could count on. Jeonghan once told him that he looked dependable, and that seemed to come true in the way he went about his day. He was the one who would hold his friends up when they were struggling, always with advice or a distraction if that was what they needed. He was the coworker who spoke up when someone was being treated horribly, using his position to protect others. And he was, admittedly, the person who would get called up when they were moving (you’re welcome, Boo Seungkwan). He had his reasons for being strong… but the biggest came from the day he turned ten.

The day of his birthday, he spent it sitting in a doctor’s office, holding his mother’s hand as he stared at boring posters on the wall. The doctor droned on and on about how this was normal, and his mom hung onto every single word he said. Midnight struck, and Seungcheol had slowly watched the colors on the presents he’d found begin to drain away into shades of gray. He’d woken his parents up and their disappointment in him faded into panic: what if it wasn’t his soulmate sign? What if something else had happened to their son? So he’d gone through tests today, just to eliminate what they could the fastest. Sure enough, the loss of color was his soulmate sign… and there wasn’t much relief in the news.

“But how do we find his soulmate?” His mother had clutched his hand within her own, hard enough to hurt.

The doctor gave a sympathetic shrug. He offered a lollipop to Seungcheol a moment later, wishing him luck.

Seungcheol threw it in the trash on the way out.

That day had begun a change. A way to adapt to the life he would live for however long. His parents sat in his room as he watched them draw shapes into the tags of his clothing, designating color. His father had laminated a sheet and taped it up inside of his closet door. Every single roommate and friend he’d ever had later in life became his go-to for when he needed a second opinion on his outfits, the same thing his parents had done for him while growing up. Joshua and Jeonghan had been there throughout college to keep him from looking like a disaster—although Seungcheol had his suspicions about some of the shirts he’d worn over the years—and that friend circle expanded from there. He eventually met Minghao, who only saw colors that matched his soulmate’s mood. He’d seen the way Minghao looked at him for the first time upon learning his soulmate sign with the oddest sense of relief. As though it was the first time he’d felt seen in any way. Their experiences differed, but Seungcheol had felt seen, too, with him as a friend. Everyone seemed to understand when Seungcheol gestured toward his eyes with a soft “my soulmate…” as an explanation, too.

Seungcheol had adapted as best as he could, and spent his weekends meeting other people like him. Just in case he found his soulmate that way. He could live like this, sure, but he yearned for the warm embrace of love defined by a shared experience. That was why they had soulmate signs, wasn’t it?

Yet things were getting harder. A year ago, Seungkwan met his soulmate at an urgent care facility. He’d introduced them to the group with this soft smile on his face, and the two had moved in together a few weeks ago—hence Seungcheol being called upon to help with the heavy lifting… and a bit of the unpacking process, ever the caring dad friend of the group. He’d caught himself on a box cutter that had been left slightly open (earning a million and one apologies from Seungkwan’s soulmate, no matter how many times Seungcheol insisted it was fine). Seungkwan had dropped what he was doing in the kitchen to snag the first aid kit from where he’d already tucked one underneath the kitchen sink, and sat across from his hyung to carefully disinfect it.

He’d pulled two bandages out, holding them up. “Do you want the pink one with flowers, or the blue one with cherries?”

Seungcheol raised a brow. It was cute, but he had to know…

“We picked them out together,” he had said a moment later, rolling his eyes. “They’re clumsy, and I usually have to patch them up, so we decided to get cute bandages. Now pick.”

“I can’t tell the difference, you know.”

Another pointed look, exasperated at the decision being drawn out this much. “Well? Pick one already before you bleed out.”

“The cherries.” Seungcheol could see the subtle smile tugging at Seungkwan’s lips as he set the other one aside, fingers nimbly unwrapping the bandage. His hands were warm as he held Seungcheol’s hand in one, angling it so that he could smooth the bandage over the side of it.

For a moment, Seungkwan’s fingertip traced the round red (he assumed) cherries. “You’ll find them, you know. And then I’m going to show you a slideshow of every single ugly outfit Jeonghan tricked you into wearing.”

Seungcheol found himself smiling already. “I look forward to it.”

Not long after Seungkwan had met his soulmate, Wonwoo ran into his own. He’d been sitting with Vernon and Mingyu apparently, listening to Vernon tell the real story of how Seungkwan found his soulmate. Seungkwan had once said that the day he met his soulmate, he felt as though a part of his soul had come home. There was this newfound sense of peace within him, curling up in his chest like a kitten, that he had never known he’d been longing for. Before Wonwoo, Seungcheol had thought it was Seungkwan being sentimental. Then Wonwoo had sidled up to Seungcheol one night while his soulmate was talking to Mingyu and Jihoon, fingers ghosting over where his string once was. It disappeared with a relieving pop, according to Wonwoo, and yet Seungcheol wondered if Wonwoo still missed it.

“They were petting a stray cat when I found them, you know,” Wonwoo tucked his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. His shoulders were relaxed, and there was something so tender in his gaze as he watched the way his soulmate laughed at something Jihoon said. “It wasn’t love at first sight, though.” His gaze met Seungcheol’s, and there was a newfound seriousness to them. “But… Seungkwan was right. I found my home.” One of his hands ghosted over his chest, right above his heart. “It was like… Everything was right all of a sudden.”

“They’ve made you sappy,” Seungcheol gently teased.

Wonwoo had cracked a smile, that tender gaze settling onto his soulmate again like a well worn coat. “They like poetry,” he confessed. “I think I’ve been reading more of it for them.”

Seungcheol understood the feeling. He’d dated before, and he’d done loving little things like that, just to show that he was listening and that he cared.

“You’ll find them,” Wonwoo said. “I know you will.”

Seungcheol let himself believe that. He believed it for the others, after all: if he believed it for them, then he had to do it for himself, too. That was why he wasn’t surprised when Minghao quietly approached Seungcheol alone. Seungcheol had been at the art gallery that day, actually: he made a point of clearing his schedule enough to drop in and see his masterpiece (not in Minghao’s eyes, but everything Seungcheol’s friends made was a masterpiece in his eyes) as it hung on the wall. He’d seen Minghao with his soulmate, standing next to one another as they discussed more artwork with him. It’d been selfish, but Seungcheol missed having someone within his close circle who understood him.

All it took was seeing Minghao smile at his soulmate for the first time for that feeling to disappear. He’d seen how badly Minghao struggled, and he hadn’t understood until the day he finally asked him what he meant—just before the exhibit. A few days later, Seokmin had asked Seungcheol to come on a day Minghao had been a little off. A little snowballed into a lot and Minghao’s anger had bubbled up and boiled over within those two hours.

“It isn’t fair!” He snapped, his canvas still lying on the ground from where he’d thrown it aside. Paint had splattered onto the wooden floor not covered by the drop cloth, and Seokmin had quickly kneeled to scrub it away before it could dry. Minghao stood, fists clenched and heaving in his anger at the world. “They’re ruining my life!”

“Don’t say that.” Seokmin’s gaze softened, voice even quieter. He’d paused in his task for just a moment, just watching his roommate. “Minghao…”

Seungcheol faced his soulmate sign with patience. Minghao lived with an anger he hid underneath it all, buried under hours of meditation and self reflection.

“I wish I didn’t have a soulmate!” He sobbed, and Seungcheol crossed the room quickly to pull him into his arms. Minghao crumpled into him all too easily, as though he was being held up by toothpicks. “I can’t,” he hiccuped, “I can’t keep doing this. How am I supposed to paint when they’re ruining everything for me?!”

Seungcheol could only hold him as he cried, fingers digging into his shirt as he held onto him for dear life. And then, a few months later, Minghao had quietly introduced his soulmate to Seungcheol first.

He’d waited until they went to the bathroom to explain. “Because you understand me,” he said, squeezing Seungcheol’s hand in reassurance. Who it was for, Seungcheol wasn’t sure. “Every time I go out with them, I can’t help but regret everything I’ve felt toward them.” His voice dropped lower, softer, to keep their conversation between the two of them. “They’re understanding, and kind, and… I think I’m falling in love with them, Cheol. And I’m scared.”

Seungcheol squeezed his hand back. “That’s okay,” he said. “They seem very kind. Do they know…?”

“I think they might.” Minghao glanced toward the bathroom for just a moment. “I’ll tell them one day that I struggled. They deserve to know.” He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. “I wanted you to meet them first because you were right. I wanted to love them.” His fingers curled around Seungcheol’s hand, holding on tight. “I still do.” He paused, and wiped at the tears brimming with a soft chuckle. “I think… I think you’re going to be worse, though.”

Seungcheol raised his brows. “Hm?”

“When you meet your soulmate,” he said. “You’ll cry, I think.”

Seungcheol laughed at that, warm as ever. He already knew that he would.

The rest of the group seemed to be finding their soulmates over time. Joshua met his soulmate in the space between Vernon and Jihoon meeting their own, and Seungcheol saw the telltale relief on the latter two’s faces. The two of them didn’t have obvious signs, after all: Seungcheol knew the way that kind of thing could affect someone. Seungcheol would sit around, thinking about his own soulmate as he watched his friends meet theirs. Would he rather have this sign, or be like them, wondering if he had a soulmate. Would he have already found someone perfect for him? Or would he leave them for his soulmate if he met and loved them more? The thought alone made his chest ache.

It was better like this. Even the idea of heartbreak was enough to unsettle him.

“He’s turning red, by the way,” Vernon casually said as Jihoon watched his soulmate step away to socialize with Mingyu, who had called them over to ask them something about their current hair color—a perfect match for Jihoon’s, as it always is.

“So?” Jihoon said, and then looked up to realize Vernon was standing next to Seungcheol. He was choked up for a moment, betrayed by Vernon—Vernon, who Jihoon adored like a little brother. “Why would you tell him that?!” He frowned despite the way Vernon chuckled. “The one person who can’t tease me about it yet…”

“Yet,” Seungcheol emphasized. He smiled behind his sip of beer, looking away for a second. Everyone seemed to speak as though they knew.

“I’ll find them myself if I have to,” Jihoon said. “However you meet them will be better than how I met mine.”

Joshua threw an arm around Seungcheol’s shoulder, chuckling. “You mean being yelled at in a beauty store isn’t your ideal way of meeting your soulmate?”

“Didn’t your soulmate yell at him, too?” Vernon nodded toward Jihoon.

Jihoon cracked a smile. Ah. Yes. Jihoon did have a role in Joshua’s soulmate hearing that same song over and over and over. “They did.”

“We can’t all have a soulmate we’ve been in love with for months,” Joshua said, reaching out to flick the back of Vernon’s head. “Jerk.”

(Or years, if they were Jeonghan, looked as if he’d rather be home and asleep right now.)

Seungcheol had laughed along with the others, only for it to fade soon enough. There was so much love in the room that he hadn’t exactly felt in a while, always afraid to fully commit to someone when this great love was still out there. “Is it worth it?”

The group fell quiet around him. No one ever felt the need to hide their soulmate with the group, even with those who didn’t have them. They were adults, after all: they could handle someone having what they didn’t (whether that was yet or at all differed from person to person). But Seungcheol knew that they were always treading lightly, never going too far when talking about their soulmates. Vernon had been the first one who met his gaze and nodded.

“Yeah. It’s worth it.” He paused. “It’s hard… but it’s worth it.”

Things had begun to change even more after Mingyu met his own soulmate. Seungcheol remembered sitting down for dinner with him and a few others, officially celebrating that Vernon found his soulmate. Everyone knew about the words neatly inked onto Mingyu’s bicep, always something to tease him about. Sometimes Seungcheol wished he had something like that. It’d give him more of a hint about who his soulmate was, maybe. Mingyu’s soulmate knew that he was a sap: what would Seungcheol’s soulmate be like? Would they look at him and see someone reliable and strong? Or would they see someone pouting at his friends teasing him and think him silly? He’d deal with as many silly thoughts as he could if it meant he knew something about this person.

Yet he remembered something that Mingyu had said to his soulmate: I can wait a little longer for you. Seungcheol could wait, too, and he would, but…

“Would you have?” Seungcheol asked one night, stretched out in a lawn chair. Mingyu was sitting in the other, nursing a beer between his hands, and maybe the two of them had been drinking a little too much. “Waited for them longer, I mean.”

Mingyu’s eyes were twinkling as he looked up at the sky, that bashful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yes.”

I can wait a little longer for you. Seungcheol wasn’t surprised Mingyu meant it. Mingyu was one of the sappiest people he knew, always so in love with everything and everyone around him. Others were warmer, more sunshine-y and loving, but Mingyu found something beautiful in life itself. Handsome as he was, Mingyu had one of the biggest hearts of anyone Seungcheol knew.

“Hey…” He pawed through the air toward Seungcheol’s hand, and Seungcheol rolled his eyes with a smile as he extended it. Mingyu wrapped his fingers around his palm, squeezing it tight. “I’m sorry you haven’t found them yet.”

Chan had met his soulmate right after Mingyu through the joint effort of said soulmate and their best friend. He was already enamored with this giddy joy, gushing about something cute they were doing. Jeonghan had finally met his soulmate face to face a month ago. It didn’t surprise him that Jeonghan had already talked about life plans after years of being in love with this person. Maybe Seungcheol was destined to find his soulmate last. He was okay with that: he’d rather see his friends happy first, and then find that happiness for himself.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“No, no, it is,” his voice was tinged with this drunken laughter that made Seungcheol wonder what was so funny. He “It is.” He calmed down, squeezing his hand tighter. “You always pretend you’re okay, but we know you aren’t. We know it’s hard.” He looked over to where Seokmin and Soonyoung were standing. “Not just for you, too, but…”

Seungcheol looked toward the house where Jun was yelling at the others through his own laughter. They had all been doing stupid dares, and Jun was apparently the unfortunate victim of a severe switch between salt and sugar. He was half-offended that they’d given him this when they all knew that he and his soulmate could taste what the other was eating. He didn’t want to scare them off by making them think he was some weirdo who messed around with weird flavor combinations.

“I mean it.” Mingyu brought him back to the moment, swinging their connected hands for a moment. “It’s hard, and we know you’re strong… But it’s okay if you aren’t, okay?” He smiled softly at him. “We can be strong with you.”

Seungcheol knew this well. He’d opened up to his friends before that he’d never find his soulmate and never know why they were meant for him. He’d seen the way everyone else seemed to fit together well. Seungkwan and his patient, caring soulmate who seemed to lovingly challenge him. Wonwoo and his quiet soulmate who seemed content to snuggle close to him and whisper little things that would make him smile. Vernon and his laid-back soulmate who would make playful jabs and match his energy. What would his soulmate be like? Would they be someone who enjoyed caring for others…? He’d started going on blind dates again a little after Vernon found his soulmate, and none of them seemed to work.

“The right person will find you,” was what Jeonghan said to him, laying down beside him, a week after Mingyu reassured him lovingly. “Whether they’re your soulmate or not, you’ll find them.”

But what if they don’t? Seungcheol shut his eyes. Not everyone lived like Jeonghan, who dreamed over and over of his soulmate until he finally found them. He’d fallen even deeper in love with his soulmate now that he could kiss them for real. Soonyoung had hugged Seungcheol a little longer the last time it was just the two of them. It was bothering him, and it bothered Seokmin, too. Jun knew his soulmate was out there, the same as Seungcheol. Those two…

Seungcheol chose to believe they had soulmates, too. Whether they were ordained by the universe or to be chosen by them in time, Seungcheol wasn’t sure. But if he had a soulmate, then Seokmin and Soonyoung had to, too. He had to hold onto hope with white knuckles when the others were starting to struggle. If he didn’t, then… Who would?

“I know,” Seungcheol sighed out. He turned onto his side, opening his eyes to watch how Jeonghan had pulled out his phone. “What did they send you this time?”

Jeonghan looked over, humming before the question sank in. “You don’t want to hear about my soulmate.”

He snickered a little. “I do! You don’t have to share, but you can still talk about them if you want to.”

Jeonghan angled his screen so that Seungcheol could see the long video essay (a rant about a book, apparently) that his soulmate had sent to him. “They’re watching this,” he said. He smiled a little more, eyes crinkling slightly, “They’re cute. I don’t know if I’ll watch it, but I like knowing what they’re watching.”

Seungcheol wondered what you were watching, wherever you were. “Jeonghan?”

“Mhm?”

“I’m glad you found them.”

Jeonghan dropped his phone onto the mattress beside him, and his hand found Seungcheol’s a moment later. “I’m glad I found you and Joshua.” He let out a soft hum. “I think I would have struggled much more without you two being in my life. So…” He turned his head. “Thank you for being here.”

Seungcheol’s grip tightened around his friend’s hand, and he found himself smiling. “Yeah. You too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Joshua was nervously patting down his pockets for the fifth time in the past few minutes. “They’re not alone. I know grocery shopping for stuff like this gets hard, and—”

“I’m fine.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes. “I’ve done it alone before. Stop acting like I can’t handle myself. It’s fine that you’re worried—”

“I’m not worried,” Joshua immediately said. “I’m fine. They’re not alone, I’m fine, I just—” He let out a sigh. “It’s mostly my list. I’ll take my things off, and you can just worry about the staples, and—”

Seungcheol managed just fine most days when he needed to get groceries. After all, most things had labels on them or near them in some shape or form. Unfortunately, there were a few too many things that had colors written beside them. This list was more Joshua’s list than his own (Joshua had plans to surprise his partner with a dessert they’d lovingly gazed at while out together a week ago), but Seungcheol didn’t mind doing this favor for him. He might have to ask for a little help if he needed to, but this was not as big a deal as it was being made into.

So he rested a hand on Joshua’s shoulder, stopping him from checking again that he had everything before he left. “They need you now,” he said, firm as can be. “Go. I can take care of this.”

Joshua dove forward, hugging Seungcheol tight for a moment. He drew back, “You’re a lifesaver. I’m sure everything’s fine, but—”

“Just go!” Seungcheol laughed softly. “Stop stalling.”

Joshua had thanked him one final time before taking off, the door slamming behind him. Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief. Finally. He looked at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. From what he heard from the on-speaker phone call Joshua had received from his partner’s roommate, Joshua’s soulmate had a slight accident during lunch and now they were waiting to get stitches at urgent care. Apparently, they were nervous about it due to being terrified of needles, and Joshua had gone from being chill and content to absolutely freaking out when their roommate said it was ‘worse’ than they kept trying to make it out to be. Joshua knew how bad his partner could be about undermining their pain. Hence him elevating to a nervous mess and needing to go see them to know how bad it really was.

Seungcheol was sure things were fine. And if they weren’t, then Joshua would be there. He looked down at the list, looking over Joshua’s neat handwriting. Right. The sooner he got back from shopping, the sooner he could take that off of Joshua’s mind. He’d glanced over the list once before leaving, and then again when he finally had a shopping cart at the store.

… What kind of dessert was this specific about the different apples it needed? No matter. Seungcheol could read the little chalk headings just fine. He snagged a little bag for the apples, and began scanning through the headings for the first kind he needed… only to see one of them had been smudged. One quick google search told him that one was pinker than the other. Shit. Of course.

“Excuse me,” Seungcheol said when someone had been close enough for him to flag down. “I’m…” He gestured vaguely toward his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t have to elaborate. “I can’t tell which one’s are the pinkish red ones yet. The, uh, the pink lady ones?”

Yet. The magic yet always found its way onto the ends of his sentences when it involved his soulmate. Maybe he should stop.

Yet you’d given him this pitiful smile, looking away. “Really bad luck, then,” you had said. “I can’t really help with that one. Same boat, you know?” You stepped to his side, reaching for one of the apples to turn and find the sticker. “But,” you dragged out the word, squinting at how tiny the words are. “I think these are the ones you’re looking for.” You had grabbed your own bag, looking for a few from the top of the bunch right next to these—a slightly different color, he was sure. “And these are honeycrisp, if you need those.”

Seungcheol began to gather a few, thanking you. A moment later, he stole a little glance at you. “So… You can’t see color, either?”

You had shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“You aren’t mad?”

You glanced over at him, brows drawing together. “At my soulmate? Not anymore. But when I was ten? I was pissed.” You let out a sigh. “I loved rainbows as a kid. Rainbow fish, rainbow fruit, rainbows in general… And then I woke up and it was all gone.”

Seungcheol frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You shrugged. “Life is hard, but it’d be hard regardless.”

“But this is different.” Seungcheol looked back at the blurry chalk labels and how the letters blended into one another. “Isn’t it?”

“It is,” you nodded. “But… Sometimes they say people like us will lose it again once our soulmate dies. If that’s true, then I want to meet my soulmate and experience that world again together while we can.”

He’d never considered that before. He’d heard the same thing before, too. He spent so much of his life yearning for another person that was supposed to fit perfectly with him that he never thought about what came next after he met them. After all, Minghao and his soulmate had to adjust, didn’t they? The experience linked him to someone else, and it left Seungcheol wondering how his soulmate felt about all of this. Would this bond them? That’s what it was supposed to do, right? Seungkwan shared pain with his soulmate and now his number was one of their emergency contacts, and they were his number one priority when they were together. Joshua could still hear his soulmate sing even now, but softer than it was before (and it still grew softer every day since). There was the unity of a shared experience, and Seungcheol wondered if his soulmate would cry with him the first day they got to watch a sunset together.

“I see.”

“Other people are bothered by it and that’s okay,” you reached toward the top of the apples where they looked the juiciest. “I’ll find my soulmate one day, and then we’ll—”

All at once, life changed. You had lost your balance, and Seungcheol immediately reached to catch you. The bag fell from your grasp as your hands gripped his biceps to steady yourself, apples rolling across the floor as your eyes met his own. He stared at you, lips slightly parted as he tried to find his words just to ask if you were okay. Yet there was the strangest feeling flooding his chest, face growing warmer.

“Are you okay?”

Yet something was already changing. The first color he saw was your eyes, and the world grew warmer, more saturated with color by the second. He could see the purple of your sweatshirt, the reds and pinks and golds of the apples stacked up upon beige wood. The slate gray tile underneath his feet, the off-white lighting tinged with gold. He could kiss you now, and yet all he could do was look into your eyes again and commit the color to memory. He saw you as you were, and he wanted to commit every little detail and blemish and imperfection to memory.

Your surprise gave way to a smile. “Well… Hello, soulmate.”

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What It Means to be Friends: The Differences between Neku/Beat and Rindo/Fret

I’m feeling in the mood for another TWEWY analysis post and for today’s topic of discussion, this will be centered around Beat and Neku’s friendship in comparison to Rindo and Fret’s own and how they contrast in very interesting ways that are reflective of their respective game's writing styles.

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Neku and Beat didn’t exactly get off to the best start in the beginning of their relationship in the original. Hell, if anything, they flat out disliked each other. Beat saw Neku as nothing more than an emotionally distant asshole who made his little sister feel bad for trying to help him out and Neku saw Beat as nothing more than an overly emotional idiot who’s way too energetic for his own good and initially wants nothing to do with him.

There are little cracks that start to form in the walls between them, however, where their respective duos start coming together to help each other out in the Game and they start to form a little friendly rivalry between them. Mostly on Beat’s side since Neku could care less. However, that bit of bonding gets interrupted by a cruel twist of fate: Rhyme’s sacrifice and subsequent erasure. In which Beat, in a mix of grief and desperation to save his little sister, begs to and subsequently joins the Reapers, much to Neku and Shiki’s shock.

And then, Kitaniji asks Beat to do one task to show his dedication to the Reaper cause: kill Neku! (and Joshua). Initially, Beat tries to draw upon his dislike of Neku from the start of the game to motivate himself into completing his task but he just can’t go through with it no matter what, a feeling that only gets worse when Neku gives him Rhyme’s pendant that he dropped, thus invalidating Beat's previous resentment towards him. Seeing Neku go out of his way to return something precious to Beat even after he had antagonized him throughout the week causes Beat to drop his animosity completely and the next time we see him, he’s rescuing Neku from a unwinnable scenario by becoming his partner in Week 3.

From then on, we see Neku and Beat’s dynamic start to become more whole, opening up to each other more and helping the other through their struggles and ultimately culminating with them becoming genuine friends by the end. By the time W3 starts, they’re the only actual Players left in the Game, in the middle of a life-or-death situation, AND have the entirety of the UG after them due to Kitaniji activating Emergency Call. With circumstances like those, it’s no wonder they become as thick as thieves. Beat relies on Neku to help keep his head on straight and set him on the right path so that his temper and rash personality doesn’t end up screwing them over when things get rough, something Beat can't afford whatsoever when it comes to his mission of trying to save Rhyme.

Likewise, Neku relies on Beat to help keep his feet moving instead of allowing him to wallow in his own head when aspects such as Hanekoma potentially becoming the Composer becomes emotionally and be strong enough to catch him when he stumbles and falls. On top of that, he also trusts Beat’s emotional intelligence and honesty in matters such as when Beat convinces him to spare Uzuki and Kariya.

You see this dynamic persist in NEO as well even after all of the time they spent separated, in which Beat is heavily implied to have physically searched for Neku throughout all of Shibuya (remind you of anything?) and even take up some of his aspects, like the headphones, to honor his friend. And considering how Neku has helped him save his little sister and supported him when the chips were down, it's honestly no wonder.

Beat even flat out admits to Nagi that he was in some measure putting up a front to mask his fears and doubts and is quite calmer when Neku is around compared to NEO’s weeks 1-2. Not that his hot-blooded energy is gone but he notably isn’t as prone towards picking fights or shouting. Meanwhile, Neku is out of the loop after having been away for three years but Beat is again there to pick him up where he falters and help guide him around. The two of them are best friends through and through.

By contrast, we have Rindo and Fret, whose dynamic is quite different from Neku and Beat’s but is nonetheless just as well-written. I think the start of the game does an excellent job at setting up their relationship, where their early dynamic is fully on display in which Fret drags Rindo around and Rindo just casually goes with it despite internally bitching and moaning along the way. Like Beat and Neku, their friendship is mutually beneficial towards the other but in a much more casual and "shallow" way that’s very interesting.

They both want to be around one another in order to cover up for each other’s faults and their flaws feed into a loop that prevents the friendship advancing so that they don’t have to try but when it actually comes under serious strain, the flaws are exposed. Rindo being closed-off and content with just letting things stay on the surface level is perfect for Fret since he doesn't need to address his true feelings whatsoever and also fulfills his desire for someone to talk to because Fret is a pretty social guy and the class clown, letting him ignore his own problems. For Rindo, Fret allows him to also fulfill his desire for social companionship while not digging too deep and delude himself into thinking he’s autonomous and avoid the hurdles that comes with decision-making, which Fret is aware of and fine with because he’s more of a follower. The restaurant choice at the beginning of the game is a perfect example of this. At first glance, you think it’s just Rindo making a choice until you realize that it’s mainly Fret narrowing down the choices for Rindo without his input and he’s perfectly okay with that.

You also see this pop up again when Fret makes Rindo the leader of the group ALSO without his input so that he doesn’t have to get emotionally invested in the role and put the spotlight on himself. And initially, both are content with this and continue this dynamic throughout the first week of the Game, that is until shit hits the fan in Week 2. With the stakes becoming far more apparent and serious than they initially thought, and having to start another Game after getting cheated out of their victory, along with Sho just flat out ditching them and leaving the team to fend for themselves, tensions start to rise high between Rindo and Fret, which this ends up putting a strain on their relationship and we see the flaws in the friendship get exposed.

They start becoming more casually dismissive of each other’s interests whereas before they were just cool with whatever with Rindo not giving any regard to Fret’s interest in fashion and Fret mocking Rindo’s friendship with Swallow out of frustration, where Fret is pushing for Rindo to do anything regarding them considering Swallow's obvious involvement in the Game, and Rindo doesn’t want them to get upset so he pushes the issue away for later. Whereas Rindo is getting frustrated with Fret's self-defeatist attitude while not doing anything to help out with the situation that they're in, thus having them go back-and-forth and arguing with one another.

What makes this hit harder in hindsight is that this aspect was always apparent when you look back at the beginning. They bicker, like, a lot and the most noticeable example in W1 is the Nagi argument, where Rindo doesn’t see how she can help, worried about being held down by strangers, while Fret pushes for recruiting her, worried about having to handle a tougher burden on his own.

The part where they were in the ramen shop at the start of the game also does a good job at setting up this kind of relationship. Fret didn't know that Rindo played FanGO or was friends with Swallow, which heavily implies that they don't know that much about each other before entering the Game and later on, you see how Rindo constantly keeps Fret at arm’s length and opens up mainly to Swallow while Fret didn’t even talk to Rindo about his best friend that committed suicide. And in Week 2, these aspects become far more pronounced and the two become far more prone to taking passive-aggressive shots towards one another, culminating in their argument at the end of W2D4. I think what Rindo says to Fret in particular here is pretty telling of how he doesn't think that Fret is taking the situation seriously in spite of him actually showing otherwise what with his constant prodding. It's also hilariously indicative of Rindo's hypocrisy considering how he's constantly relying on others' input before making any actual decisions on his own, such as with Swallow in the very next scene and the day after.

However, despite all of this, they still do genuinely care for each other. Rindo’s first use of Replay was spurred on via wanting to save Fret from getting flattened by a truck and Fret is always pushing Rindo towards becoming more and more decisive in small ways. Most notably, when everyone except for Rindo gets erased by Soul Pulvis and he’s the only one to make it back to the UG, who’s the first one he calls out and tries to look for? Fret.

I’ve seen some people complain about how Rindo and Fret’s friendship doesn’t feel especially deep when compared to some of the other relationships in the series when I’d argue that’s the entire point. They’re not childhood friends who know every single thing about each other from the start unlike some JRPGs out there or a duo who starts off hating one another before gradually becoming closer to one another due to the stakes of the situation they’re in. They’re really casual school friends who keep each other at arms’ length out of an attempt to keep themselves protected. Their relationship is interesting to analyze because it's layered, much like a real friendship would be, due to them dealing with their own personal issues. And yet it never feels like one can just call it shallow or deep and have either be a definite despcriptor, just a well developed bond. Fret is still reeling from his previous best friend’s suicide and Rindo has social anxiety out the ass so their bond makes perfect sense.

And on top of that, they do gradually become closer to one another. Fret starts taking Rindo’s interests more seriously, even becoming disgusted at Motoi on Rindo’s behalf and sad for him as well as showing understanding to him concerning his Swallow situation.

And Rindo starts taking Fret more seriously as a person, with W3D3 being a prime example. He brings up the possibility that Kanon is acting strangely and might be possessed, brings up calm, rational points that the others have no choice but to agree to and doesn’t try to force Fret to keep his feelings for her down, rationalizing that there might just be another way to save her and assuring him that it’s ultimately Fret’s choice because he respects his input. And when Fret shows up anyway to try and save Kanon, he doesn't hesitate to support his buddy in his endeavors and does his damndest to help. On top of that, he becomes far more supportive towards Fret’s interests, particularly with EleStra, and is happy for him.

I think that shift from the ingenuine to genuine is what NEO excels at with its character relationships and by the end, you can really see Rindo and Fret really coming together as friends that genuinely respect and trust one another.

Neku and Beat’s friendship is much more bombastic and in-your-face while Rindo’s and Fret’s friendship relies on the more little details and I think both work well for their respective game and themes. You have the story of a distant and hostile kid having developed into a more personable young man using his lessons to relate with a seemingly gruff and bullheaded guy only to find a shockingly self aware young man who hates himself and lost his only support become more sure of himself vs. the story of two seemingly close friends grinding against each other due to their underlying issues surfacing, deepening their bond through their honesty and growing self-awareness. The first is more conventionally written while the second is a bit more subtle and requires deeper inspection in order to get the full picture.

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Don't worry, for our souls are forever intertwined | poly! jihan

Synopsis: change is scary but you can be rest assured that jeonghan and joshua will always be there for you. Prompt: “our favourite little girl/ our only little girl” | requested by @brownsugarbaybee Jeonghan x female! reader x Joshua | fluff, hurt/ comfort | 6.15k words | warnings: poly relationship, slight profanity A/n: inspired by this panda video. KARI MY ANGEL! Thank you for the request, you know i adore poly! Hansoo. This is also very self-indulgent sooo… I hope you enjoy~

ִ ࣪𖤐 The soul and heart are intertwined like the vine to the oak.

For as long as you can remember, Jeonghan and Joshua have been in your life. It’s actually hard for you to imagine a time before they were there. They have been there with you, and for you at every step of the way. You became fast friends with them when you all met at the round netted swing in the playground all those years ago. The fondness and adoration that you developed for each other soon turned your friendship into a courtship. The courtship then bloomed into the beautiful relationship that you have with them now.

If anyone asked how you would describe your relationship with the two, you would liken it to a blooming rose bush.

Jeonghan was like the thorns and leaves. He was the mood maker in your relationship. Like how leaves provide the whole rose bush with energy, Jeonghan gives you and Joshua energy by always making jokes and doing adorable actions that would make you swoon. Don’t let his actions fool anyone though, like the thorns, his quick wit and sharp tongue would cut down any harm that might come your way. He’s your protector and energiser bunny.

Joshua on the other hand was like the branches and the stem. These parts of the rose bush are what keeps the plant propped up and supported. Similarly, his level headedness (most of the time), gentle personality, and kindness brings an immense amount of comfort. You can go to him for anything and everything. Joshua always, and I mean always, makes time for the two of you. Whenever you feel like you’re about to topple over, Joshua is always there. He’s your pillar of strength.

Then, there’s you. You were like the roots that ground the rose bush and make sure that the bush has enough nutrients to keep it healthy. You do the same for Jeonghan and Joshua. Your energy and endless amount of love for them drives them to do their best, and to be their best. You never fail to shower them with care whenever they feel like their heads are about to float away. You are their anchor.

It’s the three of you pouring your hearts and souls into the relationship that is what makes it fully bloom to become the robust, beautiful rose bush that it is today.

The only thing is, even the strongest plants can be uprooted by unforeseen changes to the external environment.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 Change is not an event, it’s a process - Cheryl James

Bringing your hand up to the door, you exhale a shaky breath before rapping against the wood gently. After hearing a muffled, “come in”, you enter the room nervously.

As you walk into the room, you see rows and rows of books lining the many shelves against the walls. Piles of paper are scattered across the table and the sofa next to the door. At the center of the room, sits your professor.

Professor Bertrand is a cherry, chubby, bald older man. Over your years in the university, you had built a good rapport with him. He had taught one of your favourite professors during his undergraduate years, and now he was teaching you.

He looked up at you with a cheeky grin on his face as you took your seat across from him. Letting out a haughty laugh at your apprehension, he clicked his tongue at you. “Even after all these years you still get nervous when a professor asks to see you?”

“Well, when the email says, there is an urgent matter that I need to discuss with you, yes I still do.” You retorted.

Professor Bertrand shook his head. With a knowing smile, he said, “Still, you know it’s never anything bad. Like today. In fact, I called you in here to discuss an exciting opportunity for you about your P.hD application.”

Gingerly taking the pamphlet that was on his table, your eyes widened as you quickly scanned the front page.

“Is this for a scholarship in Oxford?” You inquired.

“Yes. As you know, our university is interested in funding some bright students, such as yourself, for further education. Their ultimate goal is to keep you working for the university in the future. Hence, students on scholarship will be bonded to the university for at least 5 years. You’ve constantly proved yourself time and time again. The department has discussed it, and if you want, you can apply for the scholarship. You will have to go through the normal selection process along with other applicants. But you have a high chance of getting it.”

Professor Bertrand’s words lingered in your mind. A fully funded scholarship to Oxford? And a guaranteed job after? That was a dream come true for you. Yet, there was the unsettled feeling of uncertainty that started to creep up on you. Would you be able to succeed? Should you even try to apply? If you got the scholarship you would be away for 4 years. That was a long time. What would happen during that time? What would Jeonghan and Joshua think? What would happen to your relationship?

You gulped and shuddered at the dark thoughts that flooded your mind.

Sheepishly smiling at the loud silence that overcame the room, you told Professor Bertrand that you would seriously consider applying. Then, you politely and hastily excused yourself from the room.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 Sometimes, even the smallest decisions can change our lives forever.

You were exhausted today. After your talk with Professor Bertrand, you spent the rest of the day mulling over all the possible “what ifs”. You couldn’t get any work done at all.

You sighed as you entered the foyer in the apartment you shared with Jeonghan and Joshua. You took in a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of your home. Home. This was your home. With them. You never wanted to leave. You were too afraid to.

Just as your thoughts were about to spiral, you were interrupted by the two sets of heavy footsteps, and two bodies launching themselves at you.

“Princess!/ Angel!” Jeonghan and Joshua cried as they wrapped you in their arms. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around them, giving Joshua a peck on the cheek, and nuzzling your face into Jeonghan’s neck.

Jeonghan giggled at the ticklish feeling. They pulled away from you and ushered you into the apartment. Jeonghan took your bag and instructed you to quickly get changed so you could all have dinner together. Nodding, you mindlessly walked into the bathroom for a shower.

Jeonghan and Joshua shared a concerned look as they watched your figure disappear into the bedroom. Something was off with you. The sparkles in your eyes were dimmed. You hunched over slightly as you walked. They noticed these subtle behavioural changes. They were already extremely perceptive people, but that was heightened even more when it came to you. Making an unspoken agreement, they were determined to figure out what was wrong.

Later during dinner, Jeonghan was telling stories about what happened that day during dance practice. Joshua was adding on silly comments as usual. But that was nothing out of the ordinary. What was unusual, was that you were abnormally quiet and you were only picking at your food instead of shoveling it into your mouth. Your mind was still buzzing with thoughts flying left and right.

After watching you pick at the same piece of chicken for the 4th time in a row, Jeonghan had enough. He used his chopsticks to keep yours in place.

Coughing to get your attention, Joshua gently asked, “Princess, is everything okay? Did something happen? Was anyone mean to you?”

When you didn’t answer, Jeonghan immediately started to panic, “someone was mean to you? Who is that? Was it that bitch who gives you dirty looks every time you answer a question? If it’s her I will shove her face in some garbage. She can’t get any uglier anyway.”

Joshua clamped his hand over Jeonghan’s mouth. Reeling back when Jeonghan licked his palm, Joshua’s eyes widened in annoyance and he menacingly (but calmly) said, “let’s not jump to conclusions. Hannie, no violence. Now, princess, you don’t have to tell us now but we’re here for you whenever you are ready to talk.”

At Joshua’s words, you raised a finger to tell them to stop their shenanigans and to wait for you. You quickly fished the pamphlet out of your school bag. Handing it out to them, you nervously chewed on your lip as Jeonghan and Joshua read the pamphlet’s contents.

Once you were sure they were done reading, you explained, “As you can see, I was offered this opportunity to apply for the scholarship. It’s a big deal and it’s always been my dream. It’s just… I… I don’t know if I want to apply. I don’t know if I can do it. And I would have to be away for 4 years. That means 4 years away from you two. We’ve never been away for more than a month at a time when you are off touring.”

As you spoke, you could see the many emotions flash through Jeonghan and Joshua’s eyes. Shock, happiness, pride, love, adoration. But when realisation set in, you saw discomfort, worry, uncertainty, and heartache.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jeonghan shot a quick glance at Joshua who was staring at you with wide eyes.

“Angel, I don’t know what to say. This is a big deal. It’s a lot to take in now. But I think we can see why you are feeling conflicted about this,” Jeonghan sighed.

“Don’t get us wrong Princess, it’s an amazing opportunity. We’re really happy for you. Really, we are… it’s just… uhm… yea it’s a lot to take in,” Joshua added.

You stared at Jeonghan and Joshua. Their seemingly blank faces did nothing to conceal the multitude of conflicting emotions that they were feeling inside. You shrank back into your seat. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let them know. Maybe you should have just turned Professor Bertrand down.

Subconsciously, your reservations about the whole situation took over your voice of reason. You took their response as a sign that they were also against you applying for the scholarship. Impulsively, you exclaimed, “See! You’re hesitant about me applying too! This is stupid, I don’t know why I even bothered to entertain the idea of applying at all. It’s not like the local P.hD programmes are any less prestigious. Maybe we should just forget about the whole thing. I'll email Professor Bertrand right away to tell him I'm not interested.”

As you sprung up from your seat, Jeonghan’s hand shot out to grab your wrist. Firmly, he said, “Now. We never said anything about you turning down this opportunity. Don’t take our hesitation as us saying you shouldn’t go. Don’t put words in our mouths and turn us into the bad guys who are stopping you from pursuing your dream just because you yourself are hesitant. Like we said, this is a big deal. It’s a lot to take in at once. But it’s something we should discuss further. Don’t be impulsive. Let’s let this sit for a while and discuss it later when our minds are clearer.”

With that, Jeonghan let go of your wrist and walked out of the dining room. Joshua let out a breath. Glancing at you, he stood up, squeezed your shoulder, pecked your cheek, muttered a soft, “let’s talk later”, and followed after Jeonghan.

Letting out a frustrated growl, you threw the pamphlet on the floor. Jeonghan had never spoken to you in that tone before. Never. Tears pricked the side of your eyes. Of course you would be the one to let your emotions get the better of you. Jeonghan was right. He almost always was. You were taking their hesitation as a convenient excuse to turn down an opportunity you were conflicted over. Leave it to you to mess up your education opportunity and your relationship at the same time. Huffing, you grabbed your jacket and stormed out of the apartment.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 When everything is uncertain, everything that is important becomes clear.

Upon hearing the slam of the front door, Joshua furiously wagged an accusatory finger at Jeonghan.

“Even if you are right, don’t you think you’re being a bit too hard on her? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She has every right to feel conflicted. She’s just reacting in that way as a defence mechanism. WE are supposed to be the ones who help talk her through it,” Joshua accused.

“She’s being a brat today. And you don’t think that this is our defence mechanism? We get the news that she’s offered this opportunity, and then we have to face the possibility that she’ll be away from us for 4 years. Then she turns the whole situation around and says she will turn down the opportunity because we’re hesitant, which in her mind equals to we don’t want her to go. All of this in the span of 10 minutes,” Jeonghan scoffed.

“So what? You snap at her and say that we should push the whole thing aside until later? Sure, just push the problem down until it explodes later. I guess you’re good at that,” Joshua hissed.

Raising his eyebrows at Joshua, Jeonghan growled, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joshua gave Jeonghan a pointed look. Taking a moment to calm himself down, Joshua nodded at Jeonghan to take a seat on the sofa.

“Remember the time when we were still trainees and you wanted to quit?” Joshua asked.

Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan muttered, “you’re going to have to be more specific. There were multiple times.”

Electing to Ignore Jeonghan’s sarcastic remark, Joshua continued, “It was the one before the last evaluation to see if we would debut. We were all stressed. You were contemplating quitting even before the evaluation. You said you should just quit so you wouldn’t need to face the uncertainty of whether or not you would be allowed to debut. There was uncertainty about whether you would be successful. There was uncertainty about what would happen to your or I guess our friendship with her if we were to debut. You said it would be easier if you just move home. You mused over that for ages while trying to keep a straight face so you wouldn’t stress out the other members. It made you so irritable and angsty all the time.”

Jeonghan let out a heavy breath as he realised where Joshua was going with this story, “of course I remember this one. One day when we were meeting y/n at our usual spot. She just asked about how we felt about the evaluation and I scolded her for being so thoughtless and asking when she knew we were stressed. Then I blurted out all these worries to her. When she didn’t know what to say I took her silence as an acknowledgement that I should quit.”

“Yes. But instead of snapping back at you, she held you as you cried. She told you that although everything was uncertain at the moment, if you chose to quit, that was the end of your journey to becoming an idol. Quitting would be the only outcome you would ever know. So, you should keep pushing on because being an idol after coming so far was important to you. She reminded you that since that we would deal with all the other stuff like our friendship along the way. What happened? We made it. And our friendship with her turned into a loving relationship. Everything turned out okay even if we didn’t know that at the time. Hannie, what she is going through now? You went through before. She’s experiencing all these uncertainties and she doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Joshua replied.

Seeing that Jeonghan’s eyes were downcast and that he went silent, Joshua patted Jeonghan’s head gently, “Hey, I get it. You’re scared. You’re scared everything is going to change. When she gets in, and we all know she will, she’ll be gone for 4 years. That’s 4 years without her by our side. I don’t know how to deal with that. All these years of being idols, we’re the ones who leave all the time. We’re reliant on her for so many things and so many reasons. This time, it will be different. I’m scared too. But as she said those years ago, we’ll deal with whatever comes our way.”

Under the dim living room lights, Joshua sat there, patting Jeonghan’s head. They both contemplated what these changes would mean for you, and your relationship.

On one hand, all of you would have to deal with being in a long term relationship. You would be away for 4 whole years. After being in each other’s lives for so long, being accustomed to you, your gentle touch, your scent, your presence, your laugh, your hugs, your kisses, they were sure you were their soulmate. The one who was always there for them, grounding them, keeping them sane. There are no words to express just what you have done for them for all these years. It’s not easy being the girlfriend of an idol, let alone two idols. Yet, you’ve managed. The mere thought of being away from you for two days when they were having concerts already tore them apart. What more being away from you for 4 years, not counting all the visits that you would definitely schedule. They couldn’t bear the thought.

On the other hand, this was a golden opportunity for you. It’s your dream, and always has been. It would do wonders for your career. You would be able to achieve so much. Now, the time has come that your roles are to be reversed. It was your turn to fly high with them supporting you. To see you succeed, Jeonghan and Joshua would gladly swallow all their emotions.

After a while, Jeonghan pulled away from Joshua. They looked into each other’s eyes with determined gazes. They had finally found what they had been searching for all along - the resolve that they would encourage you to go because your happiness and success came first.

You were the most important person to them. Although they needed you, they knew you needed to grasp this opportunity just as much or maybe even more.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 Do what you think is right for you so you won’t regret anything later regardless of the consequences.

Meanwhile, you were walking aimlessly around the streets. Everything around you felt like a blur. The whir of the cars on the street became a faint buzz in your ear. The bright glare from the street lamps became dimmer in your mind. Your emotions had quietened down. You no longer felt that rush of adrenaline that you did when you stormed out of the apartment. The conflicting emotions and thoughts disappeared. Your mind had gone blank. You just felt empty. Empty and so alone. Still, the weight you felt on your heart was a constant reminder of the need to make a decision and your fight with Jeonghan.

The next time you looked up, you found yourself at the spot that you always held closely to your heart. You guessed that subconsciously, your heart brought you here. It was the playground where you met Jeonghan and Joshua for the first time. Although it was at a park, the playground was tucked in a corner and was never crowded.

You made your way further into the playground, sitting down on the round netted swing where your first meeting took place. Feeling the roughness of the ropes’ fabric against your fingertips, you let a small smile spread across your face. You always felt at peace here. Perhaps it was the quietness of the space, or the rustling of the leaves in the background, or maybe even the cool breeze that softly caressed your face. You never could figure it out though, for now you didn’t care. The emotional reprieve that these familiar surroundings brought you was liberating. Wanting to savour this feeling, you leaned back and closed your eyes.

Inevitably, your mind began to wander. This place held so many precious memories for you after all. It was where your relationship began. Oh how all of you have grown since then. Despite the meeting taking place years ago, you can still remember it like it was just yesterday.

It was June 2013. Your family moved to Seoul for your father’s new job. You were so excited to be in the bustle of the big city but sometimes, you missed the peace of your old home. After being in this housing estate for 1 month, you knew that the playground was usually empty at all hours of the day. You gleefully dumped your bag at home after school and sprinted to the playground.

You skidded to a halt when you saw two unfamiliar faces crammed onto the netted swing at the playground. Raising a questioning eyebrow at the two of them, you wondered what they were doing. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to walk away since it wasn’t any of your business.

However, it seemed that your footsteps caught their attention. They shot up from the netted swing. Startled at their sudden movement, you just stared at each other. Your eyes shot back and forth between the two boys. They had similar builds, and you thought they were twins. Both were also extremely cute. Feeling the heat rush up your face, you shook your head to try and shake the thoughts away.

One of the boys gave you a cheeky grin. The other smiled in amusement, his eyes curling up into little crescent moons. The former called out, “Hello! I’m Jeonghan! This is Joshuji! He’s from LA!”

You approached them apprehensively, “I’m y/n. Sorry I didn’t mean to stare.”

Jeonghan’s grin widened even more, “Joshuji! I told you she was staring!”

Confused, you asked, “Joshuji?”

‘Joshuji’ elbowed Jeonghan with a grunt, “My name is Joshua. Only this idiot calls me Joshuji. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you y/n.”

You nodded in understanding. You were feeling awkward as you obviously interrupted them. You shuffled your feet, and were about to turn away when you heard Jeonghan’s voice again.

“So y/n. What are you doing here? You look a little too old to be here at a playground.”

You crossed your arms, huffing, “I’m only sixteen. Technically, you’re never too old to play at a playground. Besides, you both look older than me.”

“Touché.” Jeonghan chuckled.

Jeonghan pushed Joshua to the side, earning a glare from him. Jeonghan ignored Joshua, patting the small tiny space in between them.

Pointing to yourself, you asked incredulously, “I’m sorry, you want me to sit THERE? We’ll never fit.”

“Come on Angel, you’ll never get another chance to sit between two handsome boys again,” Jeonghan smirked.

Joshua rolled his eyes at Jeonghan’s words, coughing, “calling yourself handsome is so conceited.”

You watched amused as Jeonghan and Joshua began bickering with each other about who was more handsome. Unable to control your laughter anymore, you burst into a fit of giggles. You brazenly walked over to squeeze yourself in between them. Hey, it’s like Jeonghan said. You’ll never get another chance to sit like that again. You were going to take what you were offered.

Surprisingly, the swing managed to handle the weight of the three of you. But you were all squished together, your leg was almost on top of Joshua’s leg while his arm lay on the space above your head. Jeonghan, that menace cheekily turned to his side to rest near your waist. His face was dangerously close to your face. You could feel his breath against your ear.

They were already good looking from afar. Being this close to them? Jeonghan’s boyish looks, wide bright eyes, and playful persona made you swoon. Joshua’s gentle persona was a big contrast to Jeonghan’s, though he was no less attractive with his big doe eyes and lips that curled up at the tips. You felt like you were about to combust.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, they felt inexplicably drawn towards you. There was just something about you. They needed to figure out what that was. And that was how your friendship with Jeonghan and Joshua began. This was also one of the only times Jeonghan was wrong. Because you certainly got the chance to sit between those two handsome boys again, and again, and again.

Chuckling at that memory, you let out a contented sigh. You slowly opened your eyes at the thought. It was a cloudless night, allowing the full moon to shine brightly above in the sky. You reached upwards, making a grasping motion, as if you were trying to hold onto the moon. As you repeated that motion, staring at the streaks of light that broke through your fingers, the fog in your mind started to clear.

There were seeds of doubt planted in your mind. You acknowledged that. There was uncertainty about whether you would even succeed should you apply for the scholarship. Would you live up to the expectations that your professors and the university placed on you? The expectations that you placed on yourself? Plus, you never lived away from home alone before. Would you adapt well? How was that going to impact your life? It will be 4 long years of you being alone.

At the heart of the whole matter, there was your relationship. Honestly? You didn’t know what you would do without Jeonghan and Joshua by your side. Despite all the success they achieved, as they flew higher and higher, they had been constants in your life. To think, those two cheeky 17 year old boys wormed their way into your heart to become your closest friends, confidents, and lovers. You were with each other through thick and thin. Their debut, your university graduation, entry into graduate school, their contract renewal, world tours. All these big events, and everything else in between. Your lives, your memories, your past, your souls, had been so intertwined that the mere thought of that being untangled frightened you to your core.

What will happen in the future? You didn’t know. You never will know. But at the moment in the present, when you are faced with these choices that would impact your future, you know that you should choose what you would regret the least. You should choose what your heart desires the most so that when that future comes, no matter the outcome, you can say that at least you tried. You would be able to live with little to no regrets.

Staring at your outstretched hand against the moon, you made peace with what it was that you truly wanted. You wanted to grasp this golden opportunity that you were presented with. You needed to. You needed to do this for yourself. You need to try to fulfill your dream, your full potential so you won't have regrets in the future. You would choose your education.

It wasn’t that you weren’t choosing your relationship either. Rather, you chose to put your faith in the strength of your relationship. You chose to put your faith in the three of you. As much as your heart desired to stay with Jeonghan and Joshua, keeping the status quo, you had already been through so much together. It was almost guaranteed that you would all remain strong in the face of any other adversities. That much you knew.

Grasping at the moon one more time, you lowered your clenched fist, bringing it to your heart. Making peace with your decision was a bittersweet feeling. But it was a feeling that you fully embraced. You wanted to live with no regrets.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

ִ ࣪𖤐 Embrace uncertainty. Some of the most beautiful chapters in our lives won’t have a title until much later - Bob Goff

“We thought we would find you here.”

A voice broke you out of your thoughts. Sitting up from the netted swing, you saw Jeonghan and Joshua walking towards you. Giving them a sheepish grin, you patted the empty spaces next to you.

Unlike the first time when you climbed on the swing, they had no reason to keep their distance from you. They both lay down on their sides facing you while you remained lying face up. Your leg now fully on top of Joshua’s and his arm under your head, cushioning your head from the roughness of the rope. Jeonghan’s arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled himself closer to you. It’s just that now, he rested his head against your shoulder. You also brought your hand to rest on top of Jeonghan’s hand, your other rested on top of Joshua’s thigh.

For a while, the three of you lay there, taking in each other’s presences. You could feel their love filled gazes on you. You squeezed your hands lightly to let them know how much you appreciate them being there.

“I’m sorry Hannie. I shouldn’t have been so impulsive. You were right, I shouldn’t have used you both as an excuse to turn down the scholarship opportunity. That wasn’t fair,” you started.

Jeonghan hummed in understanding, lightly brushing your waist, “well. Thank you for saying that Angel. But I should have tried to be more understanding of your feelings as well. I’m sorry.”

“Ahem? Well I have nothing to apologise for. Though I do accept both of your apologies for being stubborn babies.” Joshua smirked.

You gave Jeonghan a look before you both lightly smacked Joshua’s arm. Joshua let out a whine, “why are you always hitting me when we are here?”

Jeonghan retorted, “because being here makes you a brat. Oh wait, you kind of always are one.”

Joshua stuck out his tongue in response, “says the biggest brat here.”

Laughing at their unending bickering, you mused, “it’s been what? Nine or ten years since we met and you both never change. Still bickering here on the good old netted swing under the big tree.”

Jeonghan and Joshua turned their attention back to you. The way you laughed was always so endearing to them. They were glad you were obviously feeling better.

Joshua decided to bite the bullet and said, “Princess? Jeonghan and I were talking about this. We admit, we are hesitant and worried, but we think you should take the offer. What’s 4 years right? We’ll all be fine.”

“Yes, you should go. It’s been your dream since you were younger. You should push forward with it. We will respect your decision either way. Just know that we will support you, and that we’ll be here to face whatever comes. Together. You never know what will happen if you don’t even try. Remember what you said to me those years ago Angel? If you quit, you’ll never know any other outcome besides quitting. Let’s all face the future together. Uncertainties and all,” Jeonghan added.

When you heard their words, your lips trembled. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you murmured, “Actually, I was just about to tell you. I decided that I do want to apply. It is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can’t just let this slip away from me. I think if I choose anything else, I will have to shoulder those regrets for life. I love you both. So so much. It means the world to me that you are supportive of me. I…”

As your voice trailed off, Joshua brought his hand to wipe the stray tears that had started to fall. Jeonghan nuzzled his face into your neck. Their actions, seemingly small, spoke volumes. You understood what they wanted to convey to you. That of course they would support you. That they wanted the best for you. That they had faith in your relationship. That everything would be okay. That they loved you too.

At that, you choked back a sob.

“Ahhh, Angel, don’t cry. If you sob, we’ll start crying too,” Jeonghan’s voice quivered.

“That’s right princess. Don’t think too much, okay? We’re soulmates. We’ll come out stronger from this experience. Just enjoy the experiences that you will be able to have. Who knows? It might be some of the most beautiful moments of your life. Besides, Jeonghan will have to go into the army soon. Maybe I’ll take a hiatus and move to Oxford with you, be your official hot trophy house husband slash sugar daddy? We’ll use Jeonghan’s credit cards for everything though,” Joshua joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yea, remind me to pass you Seungcheol’s credit card…” Jeonghan noted.

Jeonghan and Joshua watched adoringly as you started laughing softly between the tears that were still streaming down your face. Especially under the moonlight, even when crying, you looked so beautiful to them. Subconsciously, you all knew that everything would be okay. One day, you will be able to look back at this moment as the beginning of one of the most memorable journeys of your life.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

ִ ࣪𖤐 If there is only one thing in the world we can be sure of, it’s that we will always belong with each other.

Time flies when you’re really busy. Since that fateful night, many things have happened. Obviously, you applied and were accepted into the scholarship programme. Corresponding with new professors, housing applications, visas, and a whole bunch of packing then commenced. Before you knew it, you were supposed to be leaving tomorrow.

You gripped the jacket you were folding more tightly at the thought. Noticing your apprehension, Jeonghan and Joshua walked over to you. They placed their hands above yours.

“You will be okay. We’ll be okay. You’ll always be our only little girl no matter what,” Jeonghan gently reminded you.

“Yea! We’re just a text away. Whatever you need, no matter how small. Just text or call us. We’ll even hop on a plane and fly to you if you need us,” Joshua quipped.

Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded trying not to fixate on your nerves. Still, it was hard because you knew they were just as nervous as you about the whole situation.

Jeonghan sighed, knowing that even words would not reassure any of you now. Peering out the window, he let out a chuckle, “Maybe we should take a break. The sun is setting right now. Shall we go to our usual spot and watch the sunset? We can resume packing later.”

Joshua nodded enthusiastically at Jeonghan’s words, “what do you say Princess?”

“Oh I don’t know…” you stammered.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes and lightly grabbed your hand, “Come on Angel. Let’s go.”

Joshua snickered, following behind Jeonghan who was dragging you down the stairs. Once you all reached the park, Jeonghan let go of your hand and bolted forward.

Jeonghan screamed, “Last one to the swing is a rotten egg!”

Joshua whined, running after Jeonghan immediately, “Hannie you big cheater!”

Your eyes softened as you watched Jeonghan and Joshua run towards your spot at the netted swing under the tree. It will be a long time again before you will return to this spot. But you had no regrets about the decision you made.

Sure, you all still had a long way to go. Your journey was still at the beginning. You were sure that there would be just as many hardships as celebratory moments. Let those come. You had faith you, Jeonghan, and Joshua would be able to deal with it along the way.

Jeonghan and Joshua noticed you weren’t running behind them. They slowed down, turned back, and yelled, waving you over to them. Beaming at them, you shoved those thoughts to the back of your mind.

Right now, you knew you should just embrace the uncertainty of the future because you were certain that the three of you would be okay. No matter how far apart you all are, you will always find your way back to them. Watching Jeonghan and Joshua wave you over, the rest of your surroundings blurred. You could only see, and feel yourself running towards them as you made a mental note to yourself - Don’t worry, for our souls are forever intertwined.

And so, just like the blooming rose bush, your relationship will continue to hold strong, come what may.

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vernons-girl · 2 months

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hi! can i req for a joshua drabble wherein yn came home to shua in a very down mood (and wont tell to shua) but shua being the bestest husband ever is quick to notice everything will do his magic to comfort her 🥹 can be a little 🔞 in the end hehe if its okay 🤭

actually ive been feeling rly down these days + shua is kinda mia so huhu 🤧 i miss him so much 😭 thank u!! 🫶🏻

loving embrace | hong joshua

hurt to comfort,fluff,suggestive at the end,w.c:0.5k

a/n: anon:(( i hope you'll feel better soon, and hopefully you'll like this fic🫶🏻

As you came back home, your shoulders sagged with the weight of the day.

You bent down to take your shoes off in the entrance, before flashing your best forced smile to Joshua, whose head peaked from the other side of the hallway, but your eyes betrayed your true feelings - a mixture of frustration and sadness visible in them.

Joshua, perceptive as ever, noticed the subtle change in your demeanor. "Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" he asked, stepping forward to greet you with a warm hug, kissing your forehead in the process.

"It was okay," you replied with a sigh, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with putting away your coat.

Joshua sensed something was awry. He gently took your hand and led you to the living room, where he encouraged you to sit beside him on the couch. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. But as you looked into your husband's loving, kind eyes, you felt like you began to crumble. So you opened up about how everything seemed to go wrong today, the pressure you felt to meet impossible deadlines, and the disappointment of not receiving recognition for your hard work.

Listening intently, Joshua wrapped his arm around your frame, offering a comforting presence. He didn't try to fix your problems or offer unsolicited advice. Instead, he simply held you close, letting you know that you weren't alone in your struggles.

After a while, you began to relax, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, his hold around you making you feel supported, comforted, and most of all, loved.

"Thank you," you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Joshua's lips.

Joshua smiled, kissing you back just once.

Still, his lips lingered, a silent exchange of affection and understanding passing between you. One of his hands reached to cup one side of your face, Joshua's touch was gentle yet firm, his love evident in every caress. As the tension of the day melted away, his embrace deepened, fueled by an unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Your breaths mingled, warm and sweet, as Joshua's hands trailed down your back, igniting a trail of shivers along your spine. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through you as soft moans escaped your lips between kisses.

Wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, you surrendered to the intimacy of the moment, letting go of inhibitions and allowing desire to guide your movements. Each caress, each whispered endearment, fueled the flames of passion that burned between you, building towards a crescendo of ecstasy.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the dance of love, bodies moving in perfect harmony, hearts beating as one.

In that moment, words became unnecessary as your bodies communicated what your hearts longed to express. Lost in each other's embrace, you found solace, comfort and love in each other's arms.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #joshua #joshua imagines #joshua scenarios #joshua x reader

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hannieehaee · 6 months

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Hii, it’s me again<33 A seventeen reaction to the reader trying to dom them. Love your blog!!

18+ / mdi

seventeen reaction at you trying to dom them

wc: 1008

a/n: thank u so much!! so sorry this is so late 😭 (this is not proofread btw oops)

masterlist

seungcheol -

it would probably never happen under any circumstance. not even your birthday. he's stubborn as hell, so when he tells you he's gonna make you feel good, he means he's gonna make you feel good. only way you could ever successfully dom him would be if he was too physically exhausted to get you off his lap and flip you over, otherwise, i'm sorry, but you were getting domed.

jeonghan -

his reaction would depend on his level of energy at the moment. if this was on any regular day, he'd coo at you, thinking it was adorable that you wanted to take control over him. his snickers at your cuteness would kinda kill the mood, which he would have to bring back up by doming you on his own. if this was after a tiring day, he'd love to lay back and let you boss him around, loving how you took care of him and took him to heaven even at his lowest state.

joshua -

another member who would find the situation cute. it was hard to get him to relinquish control, and he was also unpredictable (he's insane), so it'd be hard for you to know when the appropriate time to try and take control would be. if he was in a silly (read: demonic) mood, he would jokingly belittle you as you tried to dom him, only to swiftly take over and turn the situation upside down. it was only once in many moons that he'd find himself feeling vulnerable enough for you to successfully dom him. you'd have to take advantage of these instances by tying him up and preventing him from taking over again.

jun -

he's just happy to be there. he would probably not fight against you doming him, enjoying your touch all the same. he'd play it up for you, wanting you to know how much pleasure you were giving him by taking control. your ability to pin him down and do with him whatever you wanted would also turn him on immensely. despite having no preference between being domed and doming, he would usually cum twice as hard when you were in control, not knowing what to do with his body was you took care of him.

soonyoung -

he'd just go with the flow. oh? you wanna dom today? fuck yeah! he just wants your naked body in his arms, after all. he'd have fun fucking you like a wild animal, but would also love when you tied him up and whispered all the filthy things you wanted to do to him in his ear.

wonwoo -

he'd deny you but would be sweet about it. he'd gaslight you into submission through kisses and caresses of your body. maybe he'd let you dom him under a special occasion like your birthday or his. those days you'd have to tie him up, knowing he was usually incapable of letting you take control.

jihoon -

he'd be a bit of a wild card. if you caught him worn out from a day full of producing, practicing, or doing any idol work in general, he'd be pliant to your touch. he'd want to be taken care of after his hard day of work, loving how unlike at work, he didn't have to do anything. you did it all for him, providing him with the utmost pleasure. other days, however, he'd stop you, wanting to take his frustrations out on you.

seokmin -

don't let his arms mislead you, this man's chronic case of pussy drunkness would cause him to be perpetually domed by you. he didn't even have to ask, it was all in his 'fuck me' eyes. there was nothing he enjoyed more than letting you take control; letting you take care of him. would probably only work well with soft doming full of praise. be mean to him in this state and he'll cry for real.

mingyu -

convinced he likes to be degraded by the people he loves. he'd whine in the same way be does when his members gang up against him, except that his usual whines to stop would be replaced by whines begging you to continue. this would be a usual occurrence in your sex life. but mingyu was a fair man, so he'd like to keep a semi-even ratio of the times you'd domed him vs. the times he domed you.

minghao -

no lmao. he had some type of pride that did not allow him relinquish control. he wanted to be in charge of your pleasure and that was it. no further argument allowed. the most you'd get out of him in that area would be soft sex in which you'd both praise and caress one another. that was as far as you'd get in regards of doming with him (meaning not at all). he appreciated the effort, though.

seungkwan -

regular thursday afternoon for him. when had you not domed him? this was his favorite thing; lying back and watching your pretty body take pleasure from his, only ever having to maybe grind his hips against you a bit as you did all the work. loved it regardless of whether you were sweet or mean to him during it.

vernon -

not much of a reaction. this happened pretty often, honestly. as a laid back guy, he simply enjoyed the feeling of you taking your pleasure from his body. ecstatic at not having to put too much effort into it, and loving your demeanor whenever you wanted to take control. loved the feeling of lying back and letting you take the reigns. whatever you said would go without complaint.

chan -

one look from you and he'd be on his knees, begging you to let him be your good boy. don't get him wrong, he loved to fuck you into the mattress whenever he could, but would salivate at the idea of you putting him in his place and taking your pleasure from him as you saw fit. he'd do anything you asked of him with the mere promise of some pussy.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen reactions

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wonwussy · 1 month

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Rough Day

pairing; dom!joshua x sub!female reader x switch!vernon

genre; smut (MINORS BACK AWAY NOW DO IT OR SUFFER), slight angst i guess i dunno

notes/warnings; joshua is a menace and should have discussed things before hand, SLIGHT dom/sub dynamic (not the focus), bondage, slight degradation, marking, edging, cum eating, biting, wrap it before you tap it; this is a repost of my own work

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You let out an angry huff as you close the front door behind you, nearly kicking your shoes off into the wall. Anger and annoyance simmer beneath the surface from work, and all you want to do is scream in frustration.

“Baby? Is that you?” a male voice calls from further in the apartment.

You run a hand through your hair as you sigh, trudging out to the living room. “Yeah, it’s just me,” you reply, before stopping short in surprise.

On the couch you find your boyfriend, Joshua, and your friend, Vernon, right next to him. A quiet whine slips past your lips when you remember Vernon was coming over today. You really aren’t in the mood for company tonight. “Damnit,” you mutter under your breath.

Joshua’s eyebrows shoot up at your whine, watching as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Everything okay?” he asks as he stands and crosses to you.

Another sigh leaves you as you nod and lean into his arms. “Yeah. Just a bad day. Sorry. I’m just not in the mood for company,” you tell him, shooting Vernon a tired smile.

Vernon shakes his head and immediately stands, looking apologetic himself. “No, it’s okay. I can come back another time.”

Joshua rubs your back lightly as he holds you, but shakes his head at the pair of you. “Sit down. Both of you,” he instructs, pushing you gently towards the couch.

“Joshua. Please. I’ll just go to the bedroom. You two can hang out out here,” you protest as Vernon slowly sinks back down into the cushions.

Joshua turns his body to face yours, reaching up to grip your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Bedroom?” he asks simply.

You nod as you stare up at him.

He studies you for a moment and smirks, letting his hand drop from your chin. He leans over, his warm breath falling onto your cheek. “I want you naked and on your knees on the mattress. We will be in shortly,” he whispers, causing you to shiver.

You glance over his shoulder to Vernon, who is watching you two carefully. Your tongue darts across your lips, wetting them, as Joshua presses a small kiss to just under your ear.

“Go.”

You mumble a quick “yes, sir” before you turn and start making your way to the bedroom.

The pair of you had discussed Vernon joining you in the bedroom before, though nothing had come of it. Or so you thought. You didn’t know he had brought it up with the other man, and he sure as hell did not tell you of his intentions when he said he had invited Vernon over.

Fresh anger bubbles to the surface at the slight deception, and you slam the bedroom door behind you. You know they had heard it, and you don’t care. He should have told you his real plan.

Peeling off your shirt, you throw it into the hamper with a huff. You then discard your jeans and socks, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You decide you’re done stripping and sit on the end of the bed, tapping your bare feet against the carpet. You know Joshua is going to punish you for not listening to him, but you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

There’s a small knock on the door and Joshua slips in, noting your state with a half amused smirk. “Are you sure you’re still okay with this?” he questions as he leans back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

You pull in a deep breath, keeping yourself calm as you answer. “Yes, but you should have told me. Can we do this another time? I had a bad day, and I’m in a mood,” you explain with a frown.

He pushes off the door and crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs. “Baby, I promise you, this is exactly what you need,” he tells you, his thumbs rubbing lightly on the inside of your thighs.

You feel your skin flush and your heart jump in your chest at his words. Your body is betraying you, and he knows it. “Joshua,” you start, only to trail off as his hand slides up your thigh.

His thumb runs up your folds and to your clit, and he smirks at the wetness he feels on the fabric of your underwear. “See? I know you better than you do,” he teases. He pushes up to his feet as he kisses you, breaking away before you have a chance to deepen it.

You lick your lips as you watch him open the door to reveal Vernon waiting on the other side. A hint of pink tinges his cheeks, you notice, and you suddenly feel shy with another set of eyes on you.

“Stand up, baby. Let Vernon finish undressing you, since you can’t seem to do it yourself,” Joshua says, raising his eyebrows at you.

You swallow thickly as you stand and step closer to Vernon, your eyes fixed on him as he enters the room. He moves so he’s standing behind you, and you can’t help but gasp at the feel of his hands moving up your back.

He unclasps your bra and slides the straps over your shoulders and down your arms, his palms flat against you. You’re only slightly surprised by the quiet confidence he seems to exude, thinking you’re actually more nervous than he is.

You tip your head to the side as he kisses your neck, your eyes finding Joshua, who is watching the both of you with interest. He smiles when he catches your gaze, reaching over to brush a stray hair from your forehead. “I promise that you’re going to feel a lot better when we’re done,” he said quietly, before moving towards the bedside table.

You open your mouth to reply, though no words come out as Vernon’s hands slide down your sides and to your hips. You close your eyes as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, and his lips once again find your skin. “Vernon,” you breathe as his mouth slowly descends as he pushes your underwear down your legs.

He smiles against you at the sound of his name, turning you around so you are facing him. He looks up at you as he lifts each leg to remove your underwear from you, pressing a kiss to the inside of each thigh as he does so.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the action, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he stands. His hands rest on your hips and pull you closer to his body, putting his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Kiss her. It’s okay,” you can hear Joshua say behind you, and Vernon wastes no time in closing the gap, one of his hands sliding into your hair as his lips crash to yours, while the other comes to rest on the small of your back.

Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue flicks over your bottom lip, and you part your lips to allow him access, moaning as his tongue connects with yours. Your fingers find purchase in his hair at the back of his hand, holding him even tighter to you.

The faintest of touches on your arm seems to bring you out of the haze Vernon has you in, and you break from the kiss to see Joshua standing next to you. You are breathing heavy as you drop your arms from Vernon, angling yourself towards your boyfriend.

Joshua just kisses your cheek lightly, before glancing at Vernon. “Go ahead and get undressed. I’ll get her ready for you,” he tells the younger man. He looks back at you and taps your elbow lightly, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Arms up, princess.”

You do as you’re told and raise your arms, keeping your eyes on Joshua as you hear Vernon stripping behind you. You finally see the piece of bondage rope he has in his hands, and your heart pounds against your chest.

Joshua notices how your breathing changes and smirks, almost as if to say “I told you so”. His thumbs brush over your wrists as he puts your hands into position, crossing one over the other. “Vernon, hold her hands here. I’m going to tie her wrists, and you’ll help her into bed,” he instructs, glancing over your shoulder at him.

Vernon fits himself behind you, and you can feel his hard length poke you in the ass. You can’t help but wiggle back against him as his hands replace Joshua’s on your arms, causing him to stifle a groan. “Fuck, Shua. She is going to drive me crazy,” he mutters against your neck.

Joshua smiles, a hint of pride crossing his features, and starts to wrap the rope around your wrists. When he finishes, he lowers your arms and leans over to press his lips to yours in a slow and heated kiss.

Vernon’s hands exploring your body holds you back from completely melting against your boyfriend. You moan into Joshua’s mouth as Vernon’s fingers tease your clit lightly, and you lean back against his warm body, causing you to break away from Joshua.

He licks his lips and tugs the rope around your wrists gently, the slight pressure causing heat to pool between your legs. He looks as if he’s considering his next move as he tugs again, pulling you from Vernon. “Vernon, on the bed. You need to help our little slut climb on top of you,” he nearly growls, his eyes full of lust.

He pauses as Vernon crawls onto the bed to get settled, turning you so your back is against his chest. His slender fingers move through your folds, and a quiet whine escapes you. “So wet. Is it for him or me, princess? Or both? Are you that needy for us?” he whispers into your ear as he continues to tease you. “Look at Vernon. You’ve got him wanting to bury his cock deep in you. Do you want that, baby?”

Your eyes find Vernon, who is watching you two with a hunger in his eyes. He shifts slightly, his dick practically twitching in anticipation. You twist your hands in your binding, wishing you could touch Vernon, to make him moan. You are sure his moans sound pretty, and you want to hear them.

Joshua separates himself from you when you nod in response to his question, a small shiver running through you at the sudden absence. “Go ahead, baby,” he urges as Vernon reaches for you.

Vernon moves so he’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, and his hands are on your waist, smiling as he carefully guides you onto the bed. You falter slightly, nearly tipping over as you climb onto the mattress, and his arms wrap around you to keep you steady. “I’ve got you,” he says quietly as you straddle his lap, with him leaning against the headboard.

“There’s a clip above you, Vernon. Hook the rope into it, so her hands are up,” Joshua instructs as he moves to the foot of the bed.

Vernon tips his head back to see the clip hanging at the top of the metal frame, and you offer your hands to him. He does as he is told and clips the small rope loop onto it, though he looks a little nervous at the thought of you being in such a position.

You lean over and catch his lips in a soft kiss to let him know it’s okay, and he relaxes back against the pillows as he returns the kiss.

His hands smooth down your arms and to your chest, goosebumps chasing his touch across your skin. He kneads your breasts gently as you arch your back into his hold, moaning into the kiss.

You pull back and his mouth moves downward, trailing small kisses down your cleavage. He swirls his tongue around a nipple, eliciting a tiny squeak from you. This seems to urge him on more, and he looks up at you as his teeth graze over you.

It’s almost as if he grows braver the more sounds he pulls from you, and you grind your hips down against him. You want more of him, and he wants to give you more. He pulls back to catch his breath and glances at Joshua as he climbs onto the bed. “Can I mark her?” he asks, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

Joshua tips his head to the side as he reaches over to brush your hair from your neck, before trailing his fingers down your spine. “What do you think, baby? Should we let him?” he questions as he continues to move his fingers over your back.

Your heart jumps in your chest as you look at Joshua and nod, the idea of Vernon’s mark on you exciting you.

“Then tell him.”

You grind down on Vernon’s cock again, causing him to moan, and you smile at the man under you. You are right, his moans do sound pretty. “Please mark me, Vernon. I want you to mark me.” You pause and bite your lip, resting your forehead against his. “Fuck me, Vernon,” you add in a whisper.

Joshua chuckles behind you and shakes his head, tangling his hand into your to pull you back towards him. “You’re a little greedy, princess. But, if that’s what you want.” He lets your hair go and grabs your hips, lifting you off Vernon and to your knees. “Go ahead,” he says.

Vernon reaches down and slicks his head with your wetness, before lining himself up for you to ease down on him. His head falls back against the headboard as Joshua slowly guides you down onto him, both of your moans bouncing off the bedroom walls.

You start to move your hips as Vernon’s mouth latches on to your skin under your collarbone, only for Joshua to still you with a firm grip. “It’s not going to be that easy, princess,” he mumbles, before his lips lock on to your neck.

You whine loudly as you feel both Vernon and Joshua suck your skin, both leaving marks on you at the same time. The feel of Vernon’s cock in you, and their lips, is almost too much. You clench your pussy around Vernon, and he nips at your skin in response. “Fuck,” you mutter, leaning forward to rest your forehead against your forearms above Vernon.

Joshua smiles as he pulls back, before pressing a kiss to the darkening spot on your skin. “Why don’t you tell us all about your bad day,” he whispers. “But don’t move. I would hate to punish you tonight.”

Vernon’s mouth moves over your chest, and he starts to suck on a new spot between your breasts. His hands are still kneading you, fingers pinching your nipples as you moan between the two men.

“Joshua,” is the only thing you can say as your brain tries to form coherent thoughts. You tip your head back against his shoulder and pull in a deep breath to try and force yourself to talk. “Customers were ju- just rude. A-all day. Oh, fuck,” you start, pulling at the rope.

Joshua’s fingers tightened into your hips, keeping you in one spot, and your walls pulse against Vernon. “You gotta stop doing that, sweetheart,” Vernon groans as he looks up at you. “Or I won’t last long enough to fuck you.”

Without looking, you know Joshua is looking smug behind you. “Keep talking,” he tells you as one hand snakes between you and Vernon.

“My boss de- decided- oh,” you trail off as Joshua’s fingers find your clit. You whine and close your eyes as he slowly teases you.

“Decided what?”

You shift a little, hoping for some relief, but Joshua’s one hand squeezes your side. You clear your throat and open your eyes, looking down at Vernon who is watching you with interest. “Um… decided to change our schedule- fuck, Joshua…”

Vernon starts tracing the marks he and Joshua left on you, his eyes following his fingers as they move over your skin. “So beautiful. I’m sorry you had such a rough day,” he tells you quietly, looking back up at you.

You can’t help but smile at his words, though it falters as Joshua’s fingers circle your clit again. “It-it’s okay,” you reply.

“Is that all? Anything else happen?” Joshua asks, nudging your ear with his nose.

Another whine leaves you as you feel yourself near an orgasm, only to have Joshua’s hand pull from you and leave you teetering on the edge.

“What else?”

You sigh and shake your head a little. “Someone cut me off on the road today. I had to swerve to avoid hitting them.” You want to quit talking, you want to move. You want Joshua to allow you to move on Vernon, to get some relief, but he’s intent on having you talk through your day.

Joshua frowns slightly at your words and presses featherlight kisses to your jaw. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you’re okay,” he says as his fingers find your clit again.

Vernon smooths his hands up your sides and to your face, cupping it gently as his thumbs swipe under your eyes. “It just sounds like people are assholes,” he jokes with a crooked smile.

You nod and press a soft kiss to Vernon’s palm. “They re-really are,” you breathe as you feel yourself nearing the edge once again.

“My poor baby. Had a rough day,” Joshua whispers. “Should I let you cum? Make you feel better? Hm?”

You nod again, pulling against the rope gently. “Please, Joshua. Please let me cum. Please,” you nearly beg, and you can feel Vernon’s cock twitch inside you at your words.

He once again pulls his hand back and glances at Vernon as you whine. “I’m going to let Vernon fuck you until he cums, then I’m going to fuck you. You’re not going to cum until my cock is buried in you, and you’re calling my name,” he tells you, before he lets go of your hip.

Vernon doesn’t need to be told twice, his hands moving to your hips so he can move you on top of him. He thrusts up into you, moaning your name as you let out a strangled groan at the sudden movement. He doesn’t hold back as he snaps his hips against you, bouncing you on top of him with a fast pace.

Your breath leaves you with each thrust, seeing stars as he hits you perfectly. You feel Joshua put a hand to your back and push you forward a little, causing the rope to cut into your wrists deliciously as your eyes close in pleasure.

“Fuck. I’m so close. You’re so tight like this, sweetheart,” Vernon mumbles beneath you as he continues his relentless pace.

Your pussy clamps down as you feel your own orgasm nearing for a third time, and Vernon’s mouth presses to your neck, and you’re sure he’s going to leave a third mark on you. “Fuck. Right there.”

Vernon shudders with a moan under you as he cums, ripping your own orgasm away from you as his hips slow and he comes to a stop. He is breathing heavily, a layer of sweat covering him as he presses soft kisses to your chest and shoulders. “So beautiful,” he repeats with a smile.

Joshua’s hands smooth up your back as you rest your forehead against your arms. “Such a good girl,” he whispers against your skin. “Did his cock feel good buried so deep inside you?” he asks, his eyes finding Vernon’s with a smirk.

You whine into a moan, which Joshua takes as a sign of affirmation. You feel his lips press to the shell of your ear as Vernon slips out of you, and you lift your head from your arms. “Please,” you breathe out, almost desperate for release. “Joshua.”

Joshua slides his hands over your arms, his firm chest pressing against your back. His skin is warm against yours, his breathing steady against your erratic breaths. “Let’s let Vernon up,” he says as he unhooks your wrists from the headboard.

He leans you back against him so Vernon can climb out from under you, who only pauses to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes close as Joshua kisses your shoulder, before he helps you shift so you can lean back against the headboard.

“How are you doing?” he asks as he takes your chin in his hand, studying you carefully. He knows you like to be pushed, but he also knows that you have limits. You always appreciate when he checks in, wanting to make sure you are okay.

You lick your lips and nod slightly, your wrists twisting against the rope. “Green. I’m okay,” you reply softly. Your gaze flicks over to Vernon, who is standing next to the bed, almost unsure of what he should be doing. You arch your back just slightly, and smile as his eyes drift down to your chest hungrily.

Joshua doesn’t look at Vernon and nods once. “Good.” He grabs the rope around your wrists and tugs you forward so you’re on your knees, which causes more of Vernon’s cum to leak down your thigh.

You whine as you feel it, which causes Joshua to smirk at you. “Joshua, sir, please,” you whine again, your eyes fixed on his.

His hand slips between your bodies and your legs, swiping his fingers over your skin to collect the cum on your thigh. “Please what, Princess? Use your words and tell us what you want,” he whispers as he holds his cum covered fingers up to your mouth.

You don’t reply as you take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Your eyes find Vernon, who is watching you clean his cum from Joshua’s fingers, and you press your thighs together for some relief. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me,” you nearly beg once Joshua’s fingers leave your mouth.

Joshua glances at Vernon out of the corner of his eye, before leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back to help you lay down, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. His other trails down your body, only pausing to circle the marks Vernon left on you. “Look at you. All marked up, tied up, just begging for me,” he teases, smoothing his palm over your stomach.

You squirm under him as he speaks, gasping as he slowly slips two fingers inside of you. “Fuck,” you moan out as you feel him curl them up against you. A whimper escapes you as he expertly finds your g-spot, and your legs instinctively close around his hand.

“Uh huh, Princess. Keep your legs open for us. Don’t you want Vernon to see you?” Joshua asks as he rubs your clit lightly with his thumb.

Your eyes close as you feel yourself near release once again, somehow managing to open your legs just a little. You feel Joshua let go of your wrists and push your legs further apart, and you curl your fingers into the headboard above you. “I’m gonna cum,” you pant as you catch Joshua’s gaze.

He pulls his hand from you at your words, and you can feel tears of frustration prick the corners of your eyes from being denied release for a fourth time. “What did I say?” he asks, tipping his head to the side as he trails his fingers over your thighs.

You blink up at him as you try to rack your brain for his previous words. It only takes you a moment before you realize what he means, tightening your grip on the bed frame. “I do-don’t get to cum until your cock i-is buried in me, and I-I’m screaming your name,” you repeat back to him, trying to calm yourself and your breathing.

Joshua smiles as you speak, tracing the fingers that were in you over your lips. “Good girl,” he tells you. The tips of his fingers dip into your mouth just enough for you to taste yourself and Vernon, before they are gone. “Up,” he instructs, tapping your cheek gently.

As he helps you up to the edge of the bed, he looks over at Vernon. “You’re going to hold her while I fuck her,” he says as he tugs at your binding.

You furrow your brow in confusion as Vernon reaches for you, helping you to your feet. You aren’t entirely sure how Joshua means for this to work, and before you can ask, he speaks again.

“Put your arms around my neck. I’m going to lift you, but Vernon is going to hold you up.” His hands smooth down your back and to your ass, squeezing it gently as you hook your arms around his neck. WIthout a word, he lifts you into his arms and presses his lips to yours.

Your ankles lock around Joshua’s waist as you return the kiss, instantly allowing his tongue access to explore your mouth. You curl your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, his groan as you tug making you clench around nothing.

You don’t realize he’s moved until you feel your back hit Vernon’s chest. You break from Joshua, who moves his lips over your jaw and to your neck. As you tip your head to the side to allow him better access to your skin, you feel Vernon’s hands replace Joshua’s underneath your thighs to hold you.

“Lean back,” Joshua mumbles against your neck, before nipping you lightly. He lifts his head so you can do as he says, his eyes finding Vernon’s over your shoulder. “Make sure she doesn’t fall.”

Vernon nods as he adjusts his hands for a more secure hold on you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you up as you hold on to Joshua. “Don’t worry. I got you,” he whispers as he nudges your ear with his nose.

“I know,” is all you can say before Joshua’s hands are on your chest. You moan as he teases your nipples, tipping your head back against Vernon’s shoulder.

Joshua smirks as he leans down and latches his mouth to your chest. His tongue swirls around your nipple, flicking his tongue over it a few times, before he moves to the other side to repeat his actions. “You love having your tits played with, don’t you? Did you like it when Vernon did it? Did you enjoy his mouth on them, marking them?” he asks, almost tauntingly.

You can feel Vernon’s cock twitch beneath you as Joshua speaks, a quiet whine spilling from your lips. “Yes.”

Without another word, Joshua plants one hand on the wall behind you and Vernon, opposite side of Vernon’s head, and smirks again. With his other hand, he reaches up to tug Vernon’s head down, so his mouth connects the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. “Give her more,” he tells the other man simply. “She likes it when you bite.”

You pull in a sharp breath as Vernon starts sucking on the spot, and your hips roll over Joshua. “Fuck. Joshua,” you whine as you try to pull him closer to you with your bound hands around his neck.

He resists easily, and instead reaches between your two bodies. “So desperate, aren’t you?” he whispers as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Joshua. Just fuck me already,” you beg, pulling at his neck again. “Please let me cum.” You moan loudly as Vernon’s teeth sink into you just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you turn to rest your forehead against Joshua’s arm.

“Told you,” is all Joshua says, before he finally pushes all the way into you.

You don’t get a moment to adjust to him before he is rocking his hips, sending you back against Vernon with each thrust. You can hear him grunt quietly behind you as he adjusts his grip, his nails cutting deliciously into your skin.

Joshua’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his free hand toys with your clit. He has you seeing stars with each thrust, and each time his fingers circle your clit. He’s not going slow or taking it easy, and you know he wants his own release as much as you want yours.

It feels like mere seconds before you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, all the previous denials having worked you up to a near breaking point. Your face screws in pleasure as Vernon moves to another spot on your shoulder, and Joshua keeps up his pace. “Jo-Joshua,” you moan out. “I-I’m going to cum. Please.”

Joshua’s teeth graze over your neck, and you can feel him smile. “Not loud enough, Princess,” he tells you.

A louder whine pulls from your lips as you curl your fingers into his hair again. “Joshua!” you nearly yell. “Please let me cum, Joshua.”

He tugs your ear between his teeth and presses against your clit a little harder. It’s enough to send you toppling as he finally lets you have your release, your loud high pitched moan of his name filling the room.

You buck against him as Vernon’s mouth moves over shoulder and neck, nearly shuddering at the amount of pleasure between the two. You finally start to come down from the waves of pleasure, leaning further back against Vernon as Joshua continues to fuck you.

He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you to him, crashing his lips against yours as you feel him finally reach his own peak. You clench down on him and whine into his kiss as you feel him empty into you.

It’s not until he slows to a stop does he take you into his arms again, freeing Vernon from behind you. He turns and carries you back to the bed, laying you down gently as he reaches up to remove your arms from him. “Such a good girl,” he praises with a smile.

You are out of breath as he gingerly undoes the rope around your wrists, pressing light kisses to them once you’re freed. You pull him to you so he’s laying next to you, not saying anything as you rest your head on his chest.

You’re both silent for a moment, just listening to each other breathing, and only glance up when you notice Vernon return from out of the room. You didn’t realize he left, and smile at him as he kneels down in front of you at the edge of the bed.

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee as he wipes you clean with a warm cloth, smiling as he finishes. “Thank you,” he tells you both as he crawls up to lay on the opposite side of you.

You shake your head as you reach over to slide your hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “No, thank you. It honestly made this terrible day worth it,” you reply with a quiet laugh.

Joshua’s fingers trace random patterns on your back, humming in agreement. “Exactly what you needed.”

#svthub #joshua smut #vernon smut #seventeen smut #joshua fanfic #vernon fanfic #seventeen fanfic #s reposts to wonwussy

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toruro · 1 year

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svt + you coming home from a tough day

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: just felt the need to put it out there i do take requests so if you have any feel free to send me an ask!

warnings/tags: sexual content (non-explicit), oral (f receiving), fingering

seungcheol

there's this mutual understanding that you both have that if you wanted to talk about, and if you knew it was important to talk about, then you definitely would. you trust him to uphold to that agreement as much as you do, so when you walk through your doorway and simply slump into his arms as he cooks dinner, he just silently strokes your hair—while also trying to make sure he doesn't burn your meal—without saying a word. it isn't that he doesn't care—god no—it's that he knows that some people don't want to recount everything, and he's okay with that! pretty much he tries to make sure he doesn't overstep while also making sure you don't shy away from his help. by the end of the evening when you're still somewhat sulky, he'd bring up fucking you into the mattress as a means to get you to feel better and boy does it work.

jeonghan

literally, you are his gem and he will baby you in EVERY way possible. will coo about how much he loves you when you cuddle with him on the couch after you get home, feeling so proud of himself for being able to make you feel better just by having you in his arms. kisses you on your forehead and massages your shoulders asking if there’s anything more he can do for you. when you ask if you two can get some takeout he agrees immediately, and while you guys are waiting for your food he’d pull you onto his lap to hold you even closer. eventually you grow needy and begin to grind on him. usually jeonghan would tease you, forcing you to get off on his thigh alone but today he gives in, desperate to make yourself feel better, and fingers you while making out passionately. you’re left craving more, but he just grins at you and says, “after dinner.” safe to say he definitely lives up to that promise, fucking all your problems away for the rest of the night.

joshua

he knows you're in a bad mood right when you walk in—it's just those instincts, you know? focuses on trying to get you to talk about why you're feeling this way and encourages you to go into depth about your emotions. like i said earlier, joshua really appreciates communication and it is pretty much the basis of your relationship. he understands that some things are hard to talk about, and while he doesn't really want to overstep any boundaries, he also feels it's essential for you to talk about uncomfortable topics sometimes in order for that weight to be lifted off your shoulders, and so that you can digest your own emotions. will have you between his legs on the bed, after you're washed up and full from dinner, with the tv on low volume as he massages your shoulders and encourages you to talk to him. by the time you're done he'll wipe away any stray tears and kiss you so softly you might melt. you fall asleep cuddling, and you sleep sosososo good.

jun

wants to do anything and everything to make you feel better. jun would definitely be torn between doing what he thinks you want and what you say you want, feeling the need to go above and beyond in whatever you ask of him. oh you want your favorite takeout? of course—and did you want to get ice cream with that too? you want to take a nice long bath? sure, and he'd add in these amazing combinations of candles and salts and oils and soaps. oh you want him to kiss you softly while you're sitting next to him in the bed? don't worry, he'll kiss you and have his head buried between your thighs for another half hour too.

soonyoung

he despises seeing you upset for any reason. like when almost burst into tears sitting at the couch when you try to tell him about your day, he'd be on his knees looking up at you with his arms on your thighs trying to get you to look at him while telling you how much he loves you. will talk about every aspect of your day and go about ways to think of them positively or give you advice ("well yeah you're coffee spilled like a minute after you bought i but maybe it was just the universe's sign that it was a shit coffee and that it was your destiny to not be cursed with such horrendous coffee"). he also hates seeing you cry...well for any reason other than him LOL. definitely will say something like, "you want me to give you something else to cry about?" and you know hoshi definitely is more than just all bark and no bite. fucks you so good you're crying over it and when he's railing you into the sheets you'll be so gone that you can't even remember what you were crying over just hours ago—obviously his plan worked.

wonwoo

i think he'd struggle with the words to comfort you sometimes. it's not that he doesn't care, or that he doesn't have anything to say, it's just that the ideas in his head aren't really forming into words—but you're okay with that. you don't let it ruin your mood even more, in fact, when wonwoo wraps his arms around you and holds you so gently—as if you were made of glass, as if you were about to break—you nearly forget about all your worries because of the idea that he's doing his very best to make sure that you feel good. wonwoo will do everything to make up for his lack of "sufficient" words of comfort. usually he's a mean dom, but today he definitely wants to make sure you really feel his love for you going soft and slow and praising you nonstop. "angel," "so beautiful," "the prettiest," "my baby." after you're both coming down from your high he'd clean you up and hold you extra close, telling you how much he loves you as you drift into sleep.

jihoon

similar to seungcheol. he trusts you to tell him the things he really needs to hear, but if you choose not to talk about something, he'll figure it's just something you don't feel like recounting and that would be okay with him. if you do choose to tell him, he would be very good with his words. woozi wouldn't sugarcoat anything too much—he loves you and wants there to be honesty and wants the best for you—but that doesn't mean he won't offer an endless amount of advice and comfort too. while you two converse over dinner, he'd be holding your hand, and when you're done, he'd offer to clean up while you wash up. after you're all fresh, he'd take you to the living room while he brings you into his hold, putting on a movie while running his fingers up and down your arm as a means to lull you into a much more relaxed state.

seokmin

asks you immediately what's wrong, how he can help, what he can do, etc. he feels kind of bad for not being able to keep up with you today—you two usually text in between the breaks in your schedules but today was so busy for both of you and he knows he shouldn't blame himself but he can't help but feel bad. nevertheless, he tries not to sulk since he wants to focus on you right now and make up for not being able to give you much attention when you were struggling. i feel like this man would just have you take a bath with him and then just start listing off things he loves about you in effort to cheer you up. spoiler alert, it works.

mingyu

he hates seeing you upset so much that it nearly makes him pouty himself. he knows that that isn't what you need though—you need a rock to stabilize and ground yourself on and mingyu is willing to be just that and ten times more. he'd constantly be asking you if you needed anything, slightly surprised by you just asking him to hold you. he complies never the less, waves of emotions crashing into him as he would realize how amazing it feels to be able to protect you from anything. spends the rest of the evening pretty much meeting your every wish (you don't ask for much though, since having mingyu by your side is more than enough).

minghao

he would try to take the rest of the evening slowly. definitely encourages you to meditate with him longer than you both usually do (i think minghao would already have you meditating daily) and also sets up a warm bath for you. when you ask him to join you, you know he knows what you're thinking and you know he's not going to turn you down. what starts off as you resting on his lap in the water, head propped up on his shoulder as he traces figure eights on your back, turns into sensual touches which turns into you sinking on top of him ever so slowly. like i said, you both take things VERY slowly this evening, basking in every waking moment while he gently fucks your stress from the day away.

seungkwan

would love to baby you. since he loves being taken care of he would want to take care of you to make you feel loved, especially when you're having a hard day. honestly, i think he would attempt to bake for you. that's very specific but seungkwan would want to show you he loves you by doing something out of his comfort zone—baking—that would also provide you with something you love—cookies. he'd end up making a mess though, and when you'd sigh at all the flour everywhere on the kitchen counter he'd feel his heart drop at the idea of disappointing you on your already shitty day. "i'll clean it up! you don't have to do anything," he'd say quickly while simultaneously pulling out the cookies. you'd apologize quickly, welcoming seungkwan's open arms by falling straight into his embrace, drinking in the way he says he loves you while kissing your forehead. at the same time, he'd pick up a hot cookie and pop it into your mouth, holding his breath. when you smile at him with those bright, happy eyes, he'd know it: mission accomplished.

vernon

Eats You Out for hours! okay sorry i know i kind of am going too much into this whole idea but like the second you come home, vernon would let you just dissolve into his arms. like he'd lay down on the couch with you on top of him and you would just turn into putty in his hold, meekly telling him about all the things that'd gone wrong throughout your day. he'd be running his hands up and down your body softly the whole time, adding in his own pieces of advice and comments every few moments. eventually you'd go quiet, just laying over him until he'd say, "let me make you feel better," while moving you off of him so he could slip to his knees on the ground. turning your body so he could place your legs over his shoulders perfectly, he'd rest his cheek against your thigh while looking you in eye so intensely you think you might just come from that alone. doesn't matter anyways, since he's gonna make you cum once. and twice. thrice. more? probably.

dino

takes so much care of you. like all the boys do but dino would give 110% in everything you would be able to feel the love and passion radiating off of him. when you'd come home, he'd help you set up a hot shower and get finished with dinner so it would be ready and perfectly warm by the time you were done. he'd use the time while you guys are eating to hold one of your hands and let you talk about your day, engaging with everything you say. after dinner he'd pull you straight into bed so you two could cuddle while some random tv show would be playing in the background. he'd be the big spoon, pulling you so close that your back would be pressed up against your chest impossibly tight. he would be so soft and gentle with you that you would hardly even realize he was snaking a hand down your body and past the waistband of your shorts, letting out soft and quiet moans when he would rub circles over your panties. he'd finger you while you were both on your sides, and you're left feeling drowsy after you come down from your high, chan kissing you softly. he'd hum a little while he adjusts your panties and covers back on before rubbing your back, lulling you to sleep.

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