i hate ai !!!!!!! you’d rather catch me dead than using that shit!!!!!!!!

forever is a feeling ♾️ l.sk [m]

YOUR SHOES MAKE A SOUND WHEN YOU ENTER THE APARTMENT.

It doesn't matter where Seokmin is, he hears it. Not the door, not the sound of your bag hitting the floor in defeat. He hears your shoes, the click of the low heel on the foyer tile before you stand still for two minutes and twenty seconds. He'll hear the soft thud of them being kicked off, and he can feel the tension in your calves dissipate as he closes his eyes. He'll remember the way you roll your ankles twice to the right, once to the left before you sigh.

Tonight? The burgundy loafers you wore to work are sticky against the tile – they're never sticky, they're slippery. He's in the home office, slotted deep into the recliner you'd kept from your college days. The worn leather feels like you – it feels well loved.

The Anchor in His Storm

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) x Reader

Genre: Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship

The practice room was unbearably silent.

Not because things were peaceful, but because exhaustion had stolen the members’ voices, their energy drained from the past week of relentless schedules.

Seungcheol stood in the center, fists clenched. His eyes swept over his members, his brothers, who were sitting on the floor, sweat dripping, chests heaving, bodies barely holding themselves up.

And yet, the company had just sent word: More practice. Another hectic week ahead. No breaks.

“Let’s run it again,” Seungcheol forced out, though his voice lacked its usual fire.

No one moved.

Joshua rubbed his face tiredly. “Bro… we can’t.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, his frustration simmering. “We have to. We don’t have a choice.”

Jeonghan, lying flat on the floor, opened one eye. “You mean you don’t have a choice. You’re forcing yourself to push through this, and we all know why.”

Silence.

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. “I'm the leader. If I stop—”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Jeonghan interrupted.

The words struck something deep in Seungcheol’s chest. But before he could respond, a voice suddenly cut through the tension—

“Hyung, I’m calling Y/N.”

Seungcheol’s head snapped up as Seokmin held up his phone, already ringing.

“Don’t—”

Too late.

The call connected, and your sleepy voice filled the room. “Huh? Seokmin? What’s going on?”

Seungcheol swallowed. He hadn’t spoken to you all day, hadn’t even had time to breathe properly and now, now, he was seconds away from breaking.

“Y/N?” Seokmin handed the phone to Seungcheol.

For a moment, he hesitated.

But the second he heard you softly call his name, “Cheol?” the dam inside him cracked.

His fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening. “Baby…” His voice wavered, his exhaustion evident.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, concern lacing your tone.

Seungcheol’s throat burned. He had held everything in for so long, had been strong for everyone, but hearing you, his safe place, shattered every wall he had built.

“They won’t let us rest,” he finally admitted, his voice raw. “We just finished a full week of schedules, and they want us to keep going. The guys are exhausted… and I—” His breath hitched. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

There was silence on the line. Then, you exhaled softly.

“Cheol,” you murmured, your voice a gentle balm to his frayed nerves. “You need to stop carrying this burden alone. Look at your members. They’re already giving their all for you. Now, let them take care of you, too.”

Seungcheol’s gaze flickered to the members, who were all watching him quietly.

Mingyu gave him a small nod. Jeonghan offered a lazy thumbs-up. Even Wonwoo, barely keeping his eyes open, muttered, “She’s right.”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, exhaling shakily.

You continued, “Baby, you’re human. You’re not invincible, and you don’t have to be.”

Something inside him broke. The weight on his shoulders, the exhaustion pressing against his ribs, all of it suddenly felt too much.

And for the first time in forever, Seungcheol let himself fall.

“I’m tired,” he whispered.

“I know,” you soothed. “So stop holding it in. Let them see that their leader is human, too.”

Seungcheol opened his eyes.

The members weren’t waiting for a command. They weren’t expecting him to be strong. They were just there, his family, standing beside him, ready to carry the weight together.

Slowly, Seungcheol exhaled.

“Let’s stop for today,” he finally said.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room. Seungcheol felt his own body relax as he sank onto the floor, resting his head against the wall.

Through the phone, you smiled. “Finish up and come straight to me.”

His breath hitched.

You lowered your voice, soft and warm. “I’ll make you feel better.”

Seungcheol shut his eyes for a moment, letting the comfort of your words settle deep in his bones.

“Yeah?” he murmured, the exhaustion in his voice now mixed with something lighter, something like hope.

“Yeah,” you promised. “Now get your ass here, leader-nim.”

For the first time in days, Seungcheol let out a real, genuine chuckle.

The members all exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. “Wow. That was fast,” Dino mumbled.

Jeonghan smirked. “And that, boys, is the power of love.”

Seungcheol ignored them, already grabbing his bag. “Alright, let’s clean up and leave.”

As the members moved sluggishly to gather their things, Seungcheol kept his phone close to his ear, (after giving back dk's phone, he asked you to call him instead so he can keep hearing your voice) listening to you talk about how you’d prepare his favorite meal, how you’d let him vent as much as he needed, how you’d hold him until he fell asleep.

And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could breathe again.

Because no matter how heavy the burden, he had you.

And that was enough.

EYES OFF OF YOU — CHAPTER TWO

SYNOPSIS :: Seokmin was desperate to find the perfect model to pair up with his friend for his upcoming project, and he found you.

Seokmin was starting to get annoyed at Mingyu and Wonwoo always asking “what about that one?”. He knew that they were just trying to help, but none of the girls they pointed out gave you the feeling that they were the right one.

He didn’t know exactly who or what he was looking for, he just thought that once he found the perfect model, he would know.

While he waited for the right girl to show up right in front of him, he took pictures of the carnival and of the students along Wonwoo. Even though he was getting frustrated by his mission not being accomplished, his smile and kindness never left his body. He would ask politely to take pictures of the students and grin at the people who would tap on his shoulder to ask him to take a picture of them and their friends.

“I’m gonna stay up all night editing all these pics.” Seokmin chuckled and Wonwoo mirrored his chuckle. “Me too, I think Kazuha will stay up all night too.”

“Did she volunteer as well? I didn’t know, she didn’t tell me.”

“She didn’t tell me either, I saw her name on the list when I went to sign my name up. Now I’m gonna go around, it’s not right to have two photographers at the same area. Good luck on the pictures and on finding the model, sorry for not helping that much.”

“It’s okay, I appreciate it anyways.”

Wonwoo patted Seokmin’s shoulder and left. Mingyu stayed beside Seokmin all the time, annoying the poor guy more than helping him out.

I’m so in love with this series

Jelly Cheollie (Jealous Seungcheol) A drabble, fluff stuff!

Mingyu sauntered into the practice room, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Woozi barely acknowledged him, too focused on the choreography playing out in his head. But then Mingyu spoke, and the words made him freeze.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N’s latest TikTok?" Mingyu asked casually, leaning against the mirrored wall. "It’s going viral right now."

Woozi’s brow twitched. He didn’t have to ask which video. His fingers were already unlocking his phone, and within seconds, the infamous clip appeared on his screen.

There she was—Y/N, standing in her dimly lit room, looking effortlessly stunning. Her lips moved in perfect sync with the lyrics:

I just broke up with my ex Now I’m out here single, I don’t really know what’s next But I ain’t even trippin’...

She smiled at the camera, playful and smug, before dramatically leaning back on her bed, completely unbothered.

Woozi’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"She’s out of her mind," he muttered.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

Woozi didn’t answer. He just grabbed his bag and left.

Twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of her apartment door. He knew the code—of course he did—so he punched it in without hesitation. The lock beeped, the door clicked open, and he stepped inside like he owned the place.

Y/N stood in the hallway, her phone still in hand, her eyes widening in shock.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" she snapped. "What are you even doing here?"

Woozi didn’t answer.

Instead, he strode toward her with determined steps, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into him. His lips crashed against hers before she could protest, before she could remind him that they weren’t together anymore.

By the time he pulled away, she was breathless, her fingers gripping his hoodie like she was afraid he’d disappear.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he murmured, still holding her close. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you posted that video."

She blinked once, then burst into laughter. "Of course, I did. And it worked, didn’t it?"

Woozi sighed, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. She always knew how to get to him. No matter how much he tried to act indifferent, to pretend he wasn’t completely wrapped around her finger, she saw right through him.

"I know we broke up," he admitted, his voice lower now, softer. "But you can’t do this to me. You can’t post things like that and expect me to just sit back."

Y/N tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Why? Did it make you jealous?"

"No," Woozi said immediately. Then he sighed. "Okay, maybe. But mostly, it just made me realize how stupid this breakup was. We were too impulsive. Too stubborn. And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t care anymore."

Her smile faltered for a second, something flickering behind her gaze.

"Woozi..."

He took a deep breath. "I know I’m not the best at saying these things. But please... be mine again."

She studied him for a moment, her walls visibly crumbling.

Then, finally, she sighed. "I was waiting for you to say that."

And just like that, he kissed her again—this time, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere.

💌 “Love, Wonwoo”

Genre: Angst, Drama, fluff, Thoughtful Wonwoo AU

Summary: A fluffy and heartfelt one-shot about Wonwoo’s quiet but thoughtful love. Even while he’s away for enlistment, he makes sure you never feel alone, leaving behind letters, songs, and little reminders of him. No matter the distance, he always finds a way back to you.

Life felt quieter without him.

It had only been a few weeks since Wonwoo enlisted, but the absence of his presence weighed on you in ways you hadn’t fully prepared for. The mornings felt colder without his warmth beside you, the evenings lonelier without his deep voice filling the silence. Even the little things, like hearing him hum while reading a book or feeling his arm drape over you in his sleep, were things you hadn’t realized you would miss this much.

You told yourself you’d be fine, that two years would pass quickly, but today was one of those days when the loneliness crept in just a little deeper.

You know he's going to be in the military base to receive basic training first before being deploy as a social service worker, but months in your calendar is too long and when he finished his training in the camp, he'll be busy serving as a social service worker. You'll barely see him at all.

You misses him so damn much even though it's just a few weeks.

Then, as if the universe had sensed your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a notification. An email.

From Wonu♥️.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at the screen. Hands slightly trembling, you opened it.

Your breath caught in your throat. He had planned something for you?

Without hesitation, you walked over to the bookshelf where Wonwoo kept his novels, gaming collectibles, and the little trinkets you gave him over the years. Your eyes quickly landed on a neatly wrapped box tucked between his books. A small note was attached to it.

Open me when you miss me too much.

Carefully, you peeled off the wrapping, revealing a plain box. Inside, there was a stack of envelopes, each labeled with different situations:

Open when you feel lonely.

Open when you need a hug.

Open when you miss my voice.

The sight of them made your chest tighten, your fingers tracing over the neat handwriting you knew so well. Wonwoo, in his quiet yet thoughtful way, had anticipated everything.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reached for one labeled “Open when you can’t sleep.”

With slightly shaky fingers, you unfolded the letter inside.

A soft laugh bubbled out of you, even as tears welled in your eyes.

You quickly made your way to his desk, pulling open the drawer. Just as he said, there it was, his old MP3 player. You turned it on, and there, at the top of the playlist, was a title that made your heart ache in the best way possible.

“For My Love.”

Curious, you scrolled through the songs. The first was your favorite. The next was his. And the one after that… was the song he once shyly admitted reminded him of you.

You clutched the device to your chest, overwhelmed by how much thought he had put into this. Even though he wasn’t here, he had found a way to be with you.

Slowly, you settled onto the couch, slipping in the earphones before pressing play.

The soft melody filled the air, and for a moment, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to imagine him right beside you—his head resting against yours, his fingers gently laced with yours. You could almost hear his voice, low and comforting, whispering, “I love you. I'll be back before you know it.”

You wiped at your eyes, a mix of sadness and warmth filling your heart.

Wonwoo had always been someone who spoke more through actions than words. He wasn’t one for grand gestures, but the way he loved was deep and sincere, woven into the smallest details, the quiet moments, the things you often overlooked until they were gone.

And even now, even miles away, he was still loving you in the only way he knew how, through little reminders, soft melodies, and words left behind for you to find.

The ache of missing him didn’t disappear, but as you lay there, wrapped in the comfort of his voice through the songs he chose, you realized something.

No matter how long the wait, no matter how far apart you were, Wonwoo would always find a way to come back to you.

Because love, his love, was never bound by distance.

And that was enough to keep you waiting.

mine — jeon wonwoo | 1,318 words | fluff

inspired by @boorines' post about bf!wonwoo :)

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

wonwoo doesn’t mind doing grocery runs as a punishment for making you wake up late on weekends, mainly because he doesn’t consider them as a punishment at all. it’s not his fault — work knocks him out like a log, and he loves spending all of his free time with you. he doesn’t leave bed till you’re out, but he doesn’t let go of you till he’s had his fill of holding you in his arms. it’s a win, either way.

he trails behind you on lazy mornings you spend at home, adoring the way you ruffle his bedhead and make it even messier, only because it brings a smile to your face. he loves when you place his glasses on his face so he can see you the way you deserve to be seen. he also loves when you make him sit and watch you move about the kitchen, letting him help every now and then and feeding him bites in between your cooking so he can gauge how it tastes.

it’s safe to say wonwoo’s smitten with you to the point he’d do anything you asked of him, which is why he hasn’t once considered the option of getting groceries home delivered ever since you moved in with him. he just loves being around you, however he can. and if it means walking around your local supermarket dressed in last night’s pajamas, it doesn’t matter, because he’s with you.

📲 Roommates '96 line discovering your secret instagram accout

A/N: This was a request that kinda gave me an idea, but it was a request nonetheless, so thank you to the anom who requested.

― REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♡

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wehn the fic ur reading is too good you have to throw your phone across the room then smile flustered n all that.... or is that just me?

[250402] Incheon Airport Departure -> Mexico

they wont see wonu go :(

real 😭

⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“forgetting something” ₍ j.ww ₎

───── ABOUT when you mistake your boyfriend's "aren't you forgetting something" to be a kiss... (it was your ID card)

“Are you sure you don't need me to drive you there?”

"kisses for you" ── lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, college au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, lots of kissing and touching, lots of giggling, reader is lowkey a tease, romantic tension yippee, seokmin is lowkey whipped for reader, seokmin calls reader lovie (i'm obsessed with that pet name okay), reader calls seokmin by his nicknames (seok, seokkie),

🤍 summary, just you and seokmin kissing the hell out of each other.

🤍 author's note, not even gonna lie seeing these pictures make me go insane 🚶was gonna write something about them the day the update happened but never got around to it so here we go!! sigh excuse for how feral i'm gonna go writing this 😞 this genre of seokmin is just damn perfection i'm sorry

🤍 now playing, les (childish gambino)

🤍 word count, 738 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"hi, lovie." seokmin peeks his head through the door to your bedroom shyly, and you squeal as you jump up from the bed, running to him and tackling him in a hug.

"seok, hi. how are you?" you pull away, running your hand through seokmin's wavy hair as he chuckles lowly. "i'm good. tired, but well worked out."

smiling, you kiss him quickly, hands on his firm chest as you savor the taste of his familiar chapstick. seokmin is already melting under you before you know it, sighing heavily as you pull away.

"you're so evil, you know that? you know i look forward to your kisses after my workouts, and you attack me with one right at the bedroom door," seokmin whines, face red with embarrassment as he crosses his arms like a toddler having a temper tantrum. the pout on his face is adorable, highlighting his puffy cheeks and sharp nose as he frowns.

giggling softly, you cup seokmin's cheek in your hand, laughing even louder when you see seokmin start to break. he's failing to hold back a smile, and it makes you melt, unable to keep your hands off of him as you run your hands over his muscled arms. the white tank top seokmin was wearing strained his strong body, and you studied every dip of his stomach and flex of his muscle.

"i missed you so much, seokkie," you say softly, watching seokmin as he chuckles at your expression. he picks you up by your waist, kissing your forehead as he walks you to the bed, placing you back down on the sheets softly.

"not as much as i missed you, lovie. it feels like it's been forever since i've seen you." seokmin sighs, stripping himself of his headphones and phone as he makes his way over to the bed, crashing down beside you.

seokmin's cheek hits the pillow with a light thud, and his curly bangs start to spill over onto the pillowcase as you push them away softly, framing seokmin's face with your palm as you kiss his sharp nose. he scrunches his face in reply, unable to hide his smile as you continue to trace your fingers along his face.

"when will you kiss me?" seokmin asks innocently, a small whine in his voice as you scoot closer to him, arms instantly wrapping around his firm waist as you look up at him.

"hmmm, when you ask nice enough." you smile deviously, deciding to tease him a bit. seokmin's eyes suddenly go wide, and he starts to turn red, ears already starting to blush as he sighs. "do i have to?"

"do you want a kiss?" you smile, sitting up as seokmin does the same. he instantly switches his position─he's now sitting on his legs, hands in his lap as he looks up at you with big brown eyes.

"i do. please? can i have a kiss? i'll do anything, lovie." seokmin's so committed to the role you swear you can see tears forming, and you break instantly, sighing as you smile. "god, come here. you're too cute."

seokmin instantly unfolds and stretches out on the bed, reaching for you as you climb on him. seokmin starts to giggle, hand softly coming to cup your cheek as he pushes your hair away from your face.

"now, kiss me. please?" seokmin asks again, and you nod, smiling as you lean in and lock lips with him. seokmin lets out a soft moan under you, hands automatically coming to your sides as he squeezes you softly. you tangle your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent as you smile against seokmin's lips.

moments like these are what you lived for─you loved seeing seokmin at home with you, in your bed, softly kissing you like he had nothing else to do. it made you grow closer to him, you felt, and you always look forward to it─you know seokmin looked forward to it too. he told you that it was one of the reasons he worked out so hard.

once you pull away, you and seokmin are a sighing, blushing mess. you crash on seokmin's chest, the both of you giggling uncontrollably as seokmin pecks tiny kisses all over your face.

"i love you. so, so, much. so, so, so much you don't even know." seokmin whispers, and you giggle, falling silent as you smile softly. "i love you more, seokkie."

STOP THIS I'M GIGGLING TOO MUCH 😭😭😭

Hug in the Limelight || Xu Minghao

The music was deafening, the lights blinding, and the cheers of the crowd an intoxicating high. But even in the midst of all that, her eyes always found his.

Y/N was used to the chaos of the industry. The long nights, the endless rehearsals, the weight of expectations pressing against her shoulders. She had debuted five years ago, climbing the ranks of the industry, her group steadily growing into one of the top names in K-pop. She had learned to balance fame with sanity, but nothing quite prepared her for meeting Xu Minghao.

They met during a special year-end collaboration stage. Her group and SEVENTEEN had been paired together for a mixed performance, a fusion of styles meant to showcase their versatility. Minghao, with his effortless grace and piercing gaze, had immediately caught her attention. But she wasn’t the type to easily show interest. She kept things professional, exchanging polite greetings and focusing on rehearsals.

woozi has spoken

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