well, to say that you and jeonghan were polar opposites when it comes to drinking was an understatement.

jeonghan, he has a time limit to his body. and every, single time you drink with him, it always ends with “y/n, please, can we go home?” which you would always refuse to, earning a groan from him.

when you’re drunk, you were the life of the party. taking shots after shots, dancing to the music in the party, you were having the time of your life.

and that included today, during dino’s birthday party.

confetti, balloons, good food, and most importantly, alcohol, was all you needed for the adrenaline in your body go insane.

with your skin-tight dress on, although it did restrict yourself from going all out, you were certain that it will definitely not stop you from being able to enjoy yourself.

you were in the middle of the living room dancing with hoshi and dokyeom, with them singing in a very off tune manner. while jeonghan, he was by the side, watching you having the time of your life.

as you started to throw your hands above the air, vibing to the music blasting through the speakers, your eyes landed on jeonghan.

but in your vision, it wasn’t jeonghan.

it was an attractive, young man, who seemed to be alone.

your mind went aloof, as you drunkenly walked towards jeonghan, a sheepish smile on your lips.

your feet shuffled on the ground, making its way to jeonghan, while he just watched you carefully, a smirk appearing on his face.

“hey, you look really pretty.” you shouted, your voice trying to compete with the loud music.

that made a chuckle escape from his lips, his head tilting slightly, with an amused expression plastered on his face.

“oh really? the pretty one should be you.” he replied.

you shook your head, before leaning it onto his chest, startling him.

“you look a lot like my crush, it’s like i’m seeing his long lost twin.” you commented, your half-lidded eyes fluttering up to see him.

“your crush? give me a more detailed description about him.” he teased.

“he’s tall, pretty, handsome, kind, super mean to me, sweet, loving, but there’s one problem.”

“what’s the problem, sweetheart?” he asked, a teasing tone lingering in his voice.

“hey! don’t call me that, you’re not my boyfriend!” you rebutted, hitting his chest lightly.

that made a chuckle escape from his lips, his hand resting on your head gently.

“and you were saying?”

“oh yes, but the problem is, my crush is my best friend..”

his eyebrow lifted, the smirk on his face widening as you spoke.

“your best friend? so you want to date your best friend?”

you nodded, a sigh escaping from your lips, a large contrast to the pink blush appearing on your cheeks.

“yeah, but he’s out of my league, isn’t he?” you mumbled, looking down on the ground.

jeonghan chuckled, placing a finger on your chin, lifting if up gently so that his gaze is able to meet yours. his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

and with that position, he leaned down, as you felt his lips connected to yours.

you felt slightly taken aback, but gave in as he stayed there, moving his lips gently to deepen the kiss.

you placed a hand on his chest, feeling his grip around his waist tightening as the kiss continued.

pulling away, you hit his chest gently. (or so you thought)

“hey, you’re a great kisser, but i saved my first kiss for my best friend! and now it’s taken away by some stranger..” you crossed your arms, pouting gently.

jeonghan chuckled, leaning towards your ear.

“you’re so cute, sweetheart, but did you not realise?”

you looked up at him, confused.

“realise what?”

“that your best friend is standing right here with you now?”

missing jeonghan hours⏳

i (almost) do | s.c

⭐ starring: choi seungcheol 💌 genre: angst | wc: 1.5k 💬 preview: at 12 years old on the playground, you traded plastic wedding rings with Choi Seungcheol, the boy who sat in front of you in class. he slid the ring onto your ring finger, a teasing smile on his face. 15 years later, you watch as he slides a real wedding band on her finger. 

🪽fic rating: pg ☁️ masterlist & a/n: here’s the promised fic from our svt x what could’ve been poll! couprangs, you guys are insane (mwah ily) this idea was first born in the depth of my chats with @gyubakeries and @studioeisa…this is for you, choi seungcheol, and your immensely sufferable face :3 (and the biggest thanks to ally @lovetaroandtaemin for the banner!)

now playing: i (almost) do by taylor swift 

this is a special from the svt x what could’ve been event -> click here to read svt x what was (@studioeisa) and svt x what is (@gyubakeries) :) 

i (almost) do | s.c

⭐ starring: choi seungcheol 💌 genre: angst | wc: 1.5k 💬 preview: at 12 years old on the playground, you traded plastic wedding rings with Choi Seungcheol, the boy who sat in front of you in class. he slid the ring onto your ring finger, a teasing smile on his face. 15 years later, you watch as he slides a real wedding band on her finger. 

🪽fic rating: pg ☁️ masterlist & a/n: here’s the promised fic from our svt x what could’ve been poll! couprangs, you guys are insane (mwah ily) this idea was first born in the depth of my chats with @gyubakeries and @studioeisa…this is for you, choi seungcheol, and your immensely sufferable face :3 (and the biggest thanks to ally @lovetaroandtaemin for the banner!)

now playing: i (almost) do by taylor swift 

this is a special from the svt x what could’ve been event -> click here to read svt x what was (@studioeisa) and svt x what is (@gyubakeries) :) 

📲 Brother's BSF!Mingyu texts

A/N: This one’s definitely getting a part two/three/four after I’m back from the break ‘cause I ended up making way too many… I just really love this trope 😭 so I decided to make a mini-series! I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the request <3

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Be Your Comfort Person

"Ya! Kwon Soonyoung! Did you forget your umbrella again?" you called out as Hoshi walked through the door, his hair dripping from the rain. You tossed a towel at him from across the room, hitting him squarely in the chest.

He caught it with a tired smile. "I was in a hurry."

"You're always in a hurry," you replied with a roll of your eyes, but you were already moving to the kitchen. "I made ramyeon. The spicy kind you like."

Hoshi's face lit up slightly as he dried his hair. "You didn't have to."

"Well, I was hungry too," you shrugged, trying to sound casual despite having specifically gone out to buy his favorite brand after he texted that practice had run late. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

You placed the steaming bowl on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch, patting the space beside you. "Sit. Eat. You look like you're about to collapse."

Hoshi sank down next to you with a grateful sigh. "Practice was rough today. Nothing felt right." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognized as his way of processing frustration.

"Mmm," you hummed noncommittally, flicking through TV channels. But your eyes slid to him, noting the slump in his shoulders, the way his movements lacked their usual tiger-like energy. Without making a fuss, you shifted closer until your shoulders touched.

"Want to talk about it?" you asked casually, eyes still on the TV.

"Not really," he said, slurping his noodles.

"Good, because this show is getting interesting," you replied, but your hand found its way to the back of his neck, gently massaging the tense muscles there.

Hoshi leaned into your touch almost unconsciously. "You're not even watching it," he pointed out, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Shut up and eat your ramyeon before it gets cold," you retorted, but there was no bite to your words.

Your fingers continued working out the knots in his neck, and you could feel him gradually relaxing. When he finished eating, you took the bowl without a word and placed it on the coffee table. Then you tugged at his arm.

"Come on, tiger boy. Bed time for exhausted idols."

"It's only 10 PM," he protested weakly.

"And you've been up since 5 AM," you countered, already pulling him toward the bedroom. "I know your schedule, remember?"

In the bedroom, you pushed him gently onto the bed. "Lie down before you fall down."

Hoshi complied, watching with sleepy eyes as you bustled around, closing the curtains against the rain and turning on the small bedside lamp. "You're bossy tonight," he commented.

"I'm bossy every night. You're just too tired to fight back," you replied with a smirk, climbing onto the bed beside him. Without asking, you pulled his head to rest on your chest and began running your fingers through his still-damp hair.

"Mmm you're so comfortable my favourite pillow," he murmured, snuggling closer. "And you smell nice."

"Well, one of us has to," you shot back, but you couldn't stop the fond smile that formed on your lips when he wasn't looking.

You continued stroking his hair, feeling the tension slowly leave his body as your fingers traced patterns along his scalp.

"I always have to be Hoshi the performer," he whispered after a while. "The one with all the energy. The one who makes everyone smile."

"Not with me," you answered. "With me, you can just be Kwon Soonyoung."

He turned slightly, looking up at you with those starry eyes that had earned him his stage name. "Thank you," he said simply.

The rain tapped against the windows as you both settled into comfortable silence. Hoshi's breathing began to even out, the tension from the day melting away under your touch.

"Did Seungkwan mess up the formation again?" you asked after a while, keeping your tone light.

Hoshi chuckled softly against your chest. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," you said, though you'd seen the frustrated messages in the group chat earlier. "He'll get it eventually."

"I know…" Hoshi sighed. "I just feel responsible when things don't go right."

"That's because you care too much," you said, flicking his forehead gently. "It's annoying how seriously you take everything." The words were teasing, but your touch remained tender, your hand now rubbing slow circles on his back.

"Someone has to," he mumbled, his eyes closing under your ministrations.

You reached for your phone with your free hand, scrolling through social media while continuing to hold him. A new video caught your attention-a fancam of one of members performing their latest choreography. You tapped on it, watching with interest. You felt Hoshi stir against you. His eyes blinked open, focusing on your screen.

"Really? Mingyu's fancam?" he asked, a hint of a pout in his voice.

"What? He did well in this part," you said innocently, though you couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

"I choreographed that part," Hoshi grumbled, reaching to take your phone. "And you're watching him do it while I'm right here."

You pulled your phone just out of his reach. "Jealous, tiger?"

"No," he denied too quickly, then buried his face against your chest. "Maybe a little. I'm tired and want your attention."

"You're such a baby," you laughed, but you put your phone on the nightstand and wrapped both arms around him. "Better?"

"Much better," he sighed, melting into your embrace. "You're playing hard to get with the affection tonight."

"Am not," you protested, even as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm just not as cheesy as you."

"Liar," he murmured, his voice already heavy with approaching sleep. "You bought my favorite ramyeon and you've been playing with my hair for half an hour."

"Coincidence," you insisted though your cheeks warmed slightly at being caught. "Your hair was messy. I was fixing it."

Hoshi smiled against your chest, too tired to argue further. "Sure, whatever you say." His arm tightened around your waist as he nestled closer. "But just so you know, I like that you pretend not to care. Makes it special when you do."

"Go to sleep, Soonyoung," you whispered, your tough facade softening as you felt his breathing slow. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" he asked, his voice small and vulnerable in a way only you ever got to hear.

"Yeah," you said simply, your actions speaking louder than words as you continued to stroke his hair. "I promise."

"Pat pat," he mumbled sleepily after a while, a childlike request that made your heart swell.

You smiled, dutifully patting his head with gentle affection. As sleep claimed him, you allowed yourself a moment of unguarded tenderness, watching the rise and fall of his chest. "Sweet dreams my love," you whispered, knowing he couldn't hear you.

The rain continued its gentle rhythm outside as you felt yourself drifting off too, surrounded by the comforting weight and warmth of him. For all your teasing and pretend indifference, there was nowhere else you'd rather be than holding him close, being the safe harbor where your tiger could rest.

In the quiet of the night, with no one to witness, you held him just a little tighter, silently admitting what you found so hard to say when he was awake-that in his arms, you had found home too.

seungcheol + turning invisible

warnings: angst (with a happy ending though)

some people would kill for this superpower, you know. interestingly enough 'being invisible' turns up as an answer for the question about desired superpowers often enough for people to count you lucky. it's dumb, you think. everyone wants to be able to be invisible, but you know they'd hate it the second they actually turn invisible. it may sound fun, but in reality it's something you wish you never had especially on days like this one. when your haven't even tuned into your power and yet people seem to not see you anyway.

pov: hoshi has a (MASSIVE) crush on you

the way of the work husband 📋 chan x reader.

★ office worker!chan x f!reader. ★ word count: 1.8k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: office, alternate universe: co-workers, fluff/romance. vernon is a menace (affectionately). not proofread. ★ footnotes: been itching to write chan lately and this was the result. dedicating this to my favorite corporate girlie!dinonara @chanranghaeys, who i have been threatening a chan fic with for a little over a week now ෆ sana all may lee chan sa office. 😔 + a special shoutout to @diamonddaze01 for educating me on the how work spouses operate. 🙏

“Is Lee Chan, like, your work husband or something?” 

The look on Vernon’s face is perfectly innocent, but his arched eyebrow gives some indication of just how amused he is. You shoot him a scathing glare before turning back to your work-sanctioned laptop. 

You don’t answer Vernon’s question. Not at first, anyway. Instead, you opt to wryly ask, “Why do you always have to use his full government name whenever you’re talking about him?” 

Tamashina-mina

It honestly makes me laugh that some people are saying that Malleus deserves a harsher punishment after his overblot. Like girl, I hate to tell you this, but he already had WAY more consequences than any of the other overblotters. Like??? What???😭

📲 You’re mad at BF!Wonwoo, but he decided to make it a SEVENTEEN problem

A/N: I know Wonwoo isn’t just about gaming, but I needed a reason 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, fun fact: this is actually based on true events.

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