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MAESTRO — SEVENTEEN, 2024

#seventeen #maestro #17 is right here

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HANDS DOWN ONE OF THE BEST VOCALISTS

MAESTRO DK, SEVENTEEN

#dokyeom #17 is right here #seventeen

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OMG I'M DEFINITELY GONNA READ IT 😭😭❤

j.ww x reader: softly and slowly

husband!jeon wonwoo x wife!reader

there's truly something special about the way wonwoo speaks to you.

genre: fluff, light angst

w.c: 2,4k

reader notes: afab, shorter than wonwoo, coming from the context of an asian household

general tags: npr, nonidol!au, domestic fluff, established relationship, lots of talk about marriage and family, light angst

warnings: indirect bodyshaming, backhanded comments, and insensitive words. (not explicit but it is harsh in the context of a typical asian family reunion and its part of the plot lol)

a/n: domestic hoe is back and well idk if this is a plot at all. nevertheless, i was inspired by how wonwoo's wv lives are calming background noise for me. really there's something about his gentle way of speaking and volume that just does it for me.

Chuseok or Thanksgiving had always been something most people had been fond of growing up. Besides, there's nothing quite like home.

But now, you just wanted to be home. The one you have with Wonwoo--not here.

This shouldn't be stressing you out but it does. Family dinners didn't bother you as much as it did when you were in your early twenties.

Since when did your mother's loud calls of your name startle you? Since when did your aunts' passive aggressive comment on your weight bother you? Since when did your uncle shoving you his can of beer for you to dispose irk you? Or your cousin's passing comment on why your husband, Wonwoo, was not present because he was always 'busy'?

(He really was and he was extremely sorry he could not join you for Chuseok, promising you that he'd bring you to Changwon for his family's own thanksgiving.)

Your husband was on his train back from Daegu after a three day-work trip and somehow the thought keeps you high strung when you begin to wish he was with you right now.

You chalk the dynamics off as normal. You were part of the oldest children in the family and naturally everyone had been comfortable treating you as they deem fit and without any filter. So you power through the evening, offering tight lipped smiles at every teasing but insistent question of when you and Wonwoo would be having your first child. You chuckle uneasily when you listen to their gossips of your childhood friends. You say nothing when they point out the fine lines of your mouth and eyes, giving you unwarranted skincare advice because you're only in your mid twenties. It had only just been two hours and you're aching to just head home.

The noise, the rough accents and gibes were no longer just "loud" to you anymore. They bothered you.

Fixing your attention on the moments that made you happy definitely got you through your slipping good graces. Like your new baby niece for one and her older brother who you'd always been fond of. He bounded up to you, excited to show you that he's lost his tooth and he's "going to be a big boy thoon!". Then there was your favorite cousin, Minghao, you know that one cousin you rarely see but definitely vibe with. Lastly, your mother's homemade cooking that brings you back to your hard nights during high school.

Before you knew it, another two hours had passed and Wonwoo texted you that he's arrived at the station.

my woo <3: i've just arrived at the station ... can i still catch up and come over?

wife <3 : glad you're safe, babe. ... but can we go home instead? :(

my woo <3: ok baby.. i'll come pick you up.

wife <3 : it's okay, you need to get as much rest as you need. anw, hao will drop me off since his hotel is close by

my woo <3: alright, please thank him for me. can't wait to see you, baby. i love you.

You approach your shared apartment with two eco bags full off banchan and take aways. Your mother, no matter how loud and brusque she was, had a way of telling you she cared for you and your husband with the stacks of food she'd send you home with. Even with that knowledge, it does not fully ease the fatigue from spending a few hours with your extended family. Your heartbeat pounded faster than normal, and you feel like your ears were ringing and sensitive to every sound. It was hard to understand what you were feeling. There was exhaustion from all the preparations, frustration from holding back a snarky comeback or two towards backhanded comments, but there was also excitement from catching up with your cousin.

Whatever it was, you're overstimulated and agitated. Dropping the bags at the kitchen counter, you hear the sound of your ensuite click.

"Baby?"

Wonwoo's low voice reaches you and the sound feels like a warm hug. A slow embrace that envelops the weariness and strained pull of your soul.

The light from your shared bedroom seeps into the hallway as your husband steps out. Your palpitations were still there but a sense of relief introduces itself once you see him. He looks exactly like home just in a loose shirt and sweats, hair fluffed up from drying it after a shower.

But your muscles were still tense, resisting the urge to just jump into his arms and the conflicting feeling of just wanting to be left alone in silence.

Before you could decide, Wonwoo smiles at you gently, tired eyes bright behind his thick frames as he reaches you in five long strides.

Your husband isn't the type to bound up to you and snatch you into a hug after not seeing you for a while. In the beginning of your relationship, you used to think he just wasn't a touchy person. Yet the years and building communication allowed you to understand him the way you do now. Wonwoo, often awkward and mistaken for being aloof, had always been intentional when it comes to touching you.

He regards you with care, dark eyes shining in contentment while he tenderly reaches out and clasps your waist. His careful pace has you hyperaware of your breathing and your tight shoulders. Pulling you to his chest, one hand cups the back of your neck before he lowers his head to softly meet your anticipating lips.

Breathing in deeply, you begin to unravel at his touch--your jaw unclenches, shoulders unknotting, and fingers softly flattening against his broad chest. You sigh into the kiss, feeling him so close--cold hands, warm body, the spicy scent of his body wash and fabric conditioner.

Slowly, he pulls back, nuzzling your nose with the cold tip of his own. Smiling at him, he then presses a kiss on your forehead before properly embracing you.

"Missed you," he says quietly.

Lots of times, you wonder why he speaks so lowly when its only the two of you. It was not like he'd disturb anyone with a louder volume. But after the loud celebrations and yapping you've had tonight, you appreciate the slow and quiet baritone of his voice.

"I missed you more," you whisper, matching his timbre. "So glad you're back home."

"Did Minghao make it to his hotel?"

"He told me he'd text once he is."

"Mm, okay," your husband rests his chin on top of your head, "Tell him he could stay here next time he visits. We have the guest room for a reason, after all."

"You mean your gaming room?" you correct with a fond smile.

Wonwoo's chest rumbles as he huffs out a chuckle, "Hey, it has a bed and bathroom. Besides, its not like we host guests everyday."

You hum, snuggling deeper into his chest like you were relishing a warmth and comfort only he could provide--which he does.

"Want to eat? We've got lots of food to get us through the week."

"I'm good, babe," Wonwoo says, slowly rocking your bodies from side to side, "I ate in the train."

You both let the silence sit for awhile, your husband's quiet disposition and sways allowing you to fully feel the comfort of rest.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't be there for Chuseok," Wonwoo mutters sincerely, pulling away to cup your face and look into your eyes, "Maybe we could host the next one here? Invite them for luncheon one of these days?"

You smile at his thoughtfulness, even after a long three days of grueling meetings and seminars, he manages to think of everyone else.

"It's okay, honey," you assure him, pecking his jaw, "My parents and most of them understand. Don't worry about the dinner or luncheon--not now."

Wonwoo's eyes spark in realization at your last sentence, feeling the exhausted intonations behind them.

"Tea?" he offers as he gently distances himself so he could usher you to a conversation about tonight.

You shake your head and your husband nods in understanding. With a gentle push, he nudges you towards your shared bedroom.

"Get ready for bed, baby," he tells you, sending you off with a squeeze to your waist, "I'll put these away."

While your small talk in the kitchen and shower left you feeling refreshed, recounting the events from dinner rekindles your irritation while you rant to your husband from the open bathroom door.

"...then she just shakes her head when I told her about my job," you grumble while patting toner onto your face, "Like this is why your son has a gambling addiction, auntie, because the only way she measures success is with money."

You're a little too aggressive when uncapping your serum but you're all heated up and tense while you continue.

"And you remember Aunt Hyun-oh? She's been hovering--hovering," you emphasize glancing out the door with wide eyes, "--like a helicopter around the dinner table and commenting on my choices:

'Ya, (Y/N), too much sodium, no wonder you're breaking out.'

'(Y/N), more beans will boost your fertility. Don't you want to have a child while you and your husband are still young?'

'Aigo, you eat just as much as Jaehoon. Look at him now.' "

Wonwoo responds with a raspy chuckle at your little impersonation. He listens to you animatedly recalling your conversations while he puts away his clothes and necessities from his work trip.

"Like shut up, auntie, I'm not the one with gout," you mumble under your breath. But your husband is sharp, and he hears you.

"Baby," Wonwoo scolds lowly with a warning.

You immediately flush, recognizing the insensitivity of your grumble. You mutter a quick, "Right, too far. Sorry."

You proceed to your final step of your skincare. There were times Wonwoo's scolding in the middle of your rants irked you. Its quick to dissipate however, when you remember that while your husband was a safe place for you, he also wants you to be wary of the impact of your words.

Really, its endearing how mindful and attentive he is even when everything gets riled up.

During the early years of your relationship, you used to think Wonwoo was calloused and distant especially when it came to arguments. He never raised his voice, rushed to answer back, or even address any of the issues as a problem that only existed to you. Sure, his voice would strain when tense and he'd occasionally release a frustrated sigh. You used to think he tires of you and that he's tuned you out.

"(Y/N) there is no reason for me to yell or match your tone," Wonwoo once told you flatly with a tinge of exasperation while you're sobbing and griping that he's unresponsive because he simply didn't care. "Whatever is hurting us, we're going to work it out. We're a team."

He watched your face crumple as you hide in your palms and shake. Frowning, he gingerly reaches out to push your hands away and cups your wet cheeks.

"What's going on?" he prods quietly, "Baby, it makes me sad to know that you think the only way you're heard is when you have to cry and yell for it."

His discretion with words and his own temper has you realizing he's collected and still not because he didn't care but it was because he does care--he cares a lot.

You were stubborn and outspoken while Wonwoo was firm but temperate and calm. Yet even the roughest mountain's edges erode and smooth over under the rain.

You slowly adapt his mellow nature, learning that you don't have to fight to be seen, to be respected, or heard. Because Wonwoo does see you, he does respect you, and he does listen---all in careful attention. Your fights de-escalate from you standing with balled fists to sitting down with him to being able to cuddle each other even as you calmly manage your discourse.

There was a certain maturity you've reached when it came to learning how to pace yourself, how to remain firm even in meekness. Not only did it show in your relationship but with your other interpersonal dealings. You didn't have to constantly prove anything to anybody now that you knew that anyone who knew you well enough did not need your clamor to see you.

All that because Wonwoo was simply careful and attentive of you.

The sudden reflection has you nearly teary eyed as you put your products away.

Wonwoo's putting his suitcase away the minute you step out of the bathroom and flop into bed. Your husband regards you with a twinkle in his eye as he switches of the main lights to turn on the low lights.

Your body instinctively rolls over to him once you feel the bed dip at his weight. His arms are open and you easily slip into his embrace like a puzzle piece. He plucks off his glasses and brings the covers up to your bodies before laying in a comfortable position. Leaning up, you peck his lips before resting your chin on his collarbone.

"I'm sorry I've talked so much, I didn't even ask about how your work trip was," you mumble guiltily while brushing the wavy strands of hair off his forehead.

Wonwoo only hums with a soft smile, "Don't be sorry, baby, you've had a tough reunion tonight. Besides we've called every night I was away."

You stick your bottom lip out and he laughs, tucking you into his shoulder.

"Work was fine and a little too drawn out. Can't believe they called us during Chuseok but at least I got next week off. The trip back here was enjoyable for me though with all the lights," he recalls, "I got some things for you that you can look through tomorrow."

"Wonwoo!" you quietly chide, "I told you that you don't have to get me anything each time your away."

"And you loved anything I gave you each time. So, why not?"

He was right, whether it was some expensive hand cream or ridiculous magnet, it delighted you each time he showed you he thought of you. You huff, lightly slapping his chest before nuzzling deeper into him. After a beat of silence, you breathe in deep before sighing as the tinkers of sleep slowly sleep into your limbs. The familiar comfort only your husband provides shrouds you that you remember your earlier musings.

"I missed you. No one makes me feel as grounded as you do. I love you so much," you whisper, thinking he's fallen asleep based on the steady rise and fall of his chest against your cheek. "I'm so glad you're home, baby."

You're drifting off the edges of sleep when Wonwoo's chest rumbles and his lips ghost your temple.

"You'll always be home to me."

a/n: I hope everyone finds that one person that makes them feel seen. that makes them realize they don't need to scream to be heard.

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I'M SCREAMIN WHAT THE HECKKK

JEONGHAN in MAESTRO (2024)

#jeonghan #seventeen #17 is right here

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WONWOO ACTOR DEBUT WHEN!? 😭😭 I'm going insane bye.

WONWOO :: MAESTRO 🎼

#wonwoo #seventeen #jeon wonwoo #17 is right here

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I have officially went insane after watching the MAESTRO music video 😭

#maestro #seventeen #17 is right here

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I'll cry :") As someone who's from an Asian family and the eldest daughter too this comforted me:")

j.ww x reader: softly and slowly

husband!jeon wonwoo x wife!reader

there's truly something special about the way wonwoo speaks to you.

genre: fluff, light angst

w.c: 2,4k

reader notes: afab, shorter than wonwoo, coming from the context of an asian household

general tags: npr, nonidol!au, domestic fluff, established relationship, lots of talk about marriage and family, light angst

warnings: indirect bodyshaming, backhanded comments, and insensitive words. (not explicit but it is harsh in the context of a typical asian family reunion and its part of the plot lol)

a/n: domestic hoe is back and well idk if this is a plot at all. nevertheless, i was inspired by how wonwoo's wv lives are calming background noise for me. really there's something about his gentle way of speaking and volume that just does it for me.

Chuseok or Thanksgiving had always been something most people had been fond of growing up. Besides, there's nothing quite like home.

But now, you just wanted to be home. The one you have with Wonwoo--not here.

This shouldn't be stressing you out but it does. Family dinners didn't bother you as much as it did when you were in your early twenties.

Since when did your mother's loud calls of your name startle you? Since when did your aunts' passive aggressive comment on your weight bother you? Since when did your uncle shoving you his can of beer for you to dispose irk you? Or your cousin's passing comment on why your husband, Wonwoo, was not present because he was always 'busy'?

(He really was and he was extremely sorry he could not join you for Chuseok, promising you that he'd bring you to Changwon for his family's own thanksgiving.)

Your husband was on his train back from Daegu after a three day-work trip and somehow the thought keeps you high strung when you begin to wish he was with you right now.

You chalk the dynamics off as normal. You were part of the oldest children in the family and naturally everyone had been comfortable treating you as they deem fit and without any filter. So you power through the evening, offering tight lipped smiles at every teasing but insistent question of when you and Wonwoo would be having your first child. You chuckle uneasily when you listen to their gossips of your childhood friends. You say nothing when they point out the fine lines of your mouth and eyes, giving you unwarranted skincare advice because you're only in your mid twenties. It had only just been two hours and you're aching to just head home.

The noise, the rough accents and gibes were no longer just "loud" to you anymore. They bothered you.

Fixing your attention on the moments that made you happy definitely got you through your slipping good graces. Like your new baby niece for one and her older brother who you'd always been fond of. He bounded up to you, excited to show you that he's lost his tooth and he's "going to be a big boy thoon!". Then there was your favorite cousin, Minghao, you know that one cousin you rarely see but definitely vibe with. Lastly, your mother's homemade cooking that brings you back to your hard nights during high school.

Before you knew it, another two hours had passed and Wonwoo texted you that he's arrived at the station.

my woo <3: i've just arrived at the station ... can i still catch up and come over?

wife <3 : glad you're safe, babe. ... but can we go home instead? :(

my woo <3: ok baby.. i'll come pick you up.

wife <3 : it's okay, you need to get as much rest as you need. anw, hao will drop me off since his hotel is close by

my woo <3: alright, please thank him for me. can't wait to see you, baby. i love you.

You approach your shared apartment with two eco bags full off banchan and take aways. Your mother, no matter how loud and brusque she was, had a way of telling you she cared for you and your husband with the stacks of food she'd send you home with. Even with that knowledge, it does not fully ease the fatigue from spending a few hours with your extended family. Your heartbeat pounded faster than normal, and you feel like your ears were ringing and sensitive to every sound. It was hard to understand what you were feeling. There was exhaustion from all the preparations, frustration from holding back a snarky comeback or two towards backhanded comments, but there was also excitement from catching up with your cousin.

Whatever it was, you're overstimulated and agitated. Dropping the bags at the kitchen counter, you hear the sound of your ensuite click.

"Baby?"

Wonwoo's low voice reaches you and the sound feels like a warm hug. A slow embrace that envelops the weariness and strained pull of your soul.

The light from your shared bedroom seeps into the hallway as your husband steps out. Your palpitations were still there but a sense of relief introduces itself once you see him. He looks exactly like home just in a loose shirt and sweats, hair fluffed up from drying it after a shower.

But your muscles were still tense, resisting the urge to just jump into his arms and the conflicting feeling of just wanting to be left alone in silence.

Before you could decide, Wonwoo smiles at you gently, tired eyes bright behind his thick frames as he reaches you in five long strides.

Your husband isn't the type to bound up to you and snatch you into a hug after not seeing you for a while. In the beginning of your relationship, you used to think he just wasn't a touchy person. Yet the years and building communication allowed you to understand him the way you do now. Wonwoo, often awkward and mistaken for being aloof, had always been intentional when it comes to touching you.

He regards you with care, dark eyes shining in contentment while he tenderly reaches out and clasps your waist. His careful pace has you hyperaware of your breathing and your tight shoulders. Pulling you to his chest, one hand cups the back of your neck before he lowers his head to softly meet your anticipating lips.

Breathing in deeply, you begin to unravel at his touch--your jaw unclenches, shoulders unknotting, and fingers softly flattening against his broad chest. You sigh into the kiss, feeling him so close--cold hands, warm body, the spicy scent of his body wash and fabric conditioner.

Slowly, he pulls back, nuzzling your nose with the cold tip of his own. Smiling at him, he then presses a kiss on your forehead before properly embracing you.

"Missed you," he says quietly.

Lots of times, you wonder why he speaks so lowly when its only the two of you. It was not like he'd disturb anyone with a louder volume. But after the loud celebrations and yapping you've had tonight, you appreciate the slow and quiet baritone of his voice.

"I missed you more," you whisper, matching his timbre. "So glad you're back home."

"Did Minghao make it to his hotel?"

"He told me he'd text once he is."

"Mm, okay," your husband rests his chin on top of your head, "Tell him he could stay here next time he visits. We have the guest room for a reason, after all."

"You mean your gaming room?" you correct with a fond smile.

Wonwoo's chest rumbles as he huffs out a chuckle, "Hey, it has a bed and bathroom. Besides, its not like we host guests everyday."

You hum, snuggling deeper into his chest like you were relishing a warmth and comfort only he could provide--which he does.

"Want to eat? We've got lots of food to get us through the week."

"I'm good, babe," Wonwoo says, slowly rocking your bodies from side to side, "I ate in the train."

You both let the silence sit for awhile, your husband's quiet disposition and sways allowing you to fully feel the comfort of rest.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't be there for Chuseok," Wonwoo mutters sincerely, pulling away to cup your face and look into your eyes, "Maybe we could host the next one here? Invite them for luncheon one of these days?"

You smile at his thoughtfulness, even after a long three days of grueling meetings and seminars, he manages to think of everyone else.

"It's okay, honey," you assure him, pecking his jaw, "My parents and most of them understand. Don't worry about the dinner or luncheon--not now."

Wonwoo's eyes spark in realization at your last sentence, feeling the exhausted intonations behind them.

"Tea?" he offers as he gently distances himself so he could usher you to a conversation about tonight.

You shake your head and your husband nods in understanding. With a gentle push, he nudges you towards your shared bedroom.

"Get ready for bed, baby," he tells you, sending you off with a squeeze to your waist, "I'll put these away."

While your small talk in the kitchen and shower left you feeling refreshed, recounting the events from dinner rekindles your irritation while you rant to your husband from the open bathroom door.

"...then she just shakes her head when I told her about my job," you grumble while patting toner onto your face, "Like this is why your son has a gambling addiction, auntie, because the only way she measures success is with money."

You're a little too aggressive when uncapping your serum but you're all heated up and tense while you continue.

"And you remember Aunt Hyun-oh? She's been hovering--hovering," you emphasize glancing out the door with wide eyes, "--like a helicopter around the dinner table and commenting on my choices:

'Ya, (Y/N), too much sodium, no wonder you're breaking out.'

'(Y/N), more beans will boost your fertility. Don't you want to have a child while you and your husband are still young?'

'Aigo, you eat just as much as Jaehoon. Look at him now.' "

Wonwoo responds with a raspy chuckle at your little impersonation. He listens to you animatedly recalling your conversations while he puts away his clothes and necessities from his work trip.

"Like shut up, auntie, I'm not the one with gout," you mumble under your breath. But your husband is sharp, and he hears you.

"Baby," Wonwoo scolds lowly with a warning.

You immediately flush, recognizing the insensitivity of your grumble. You mutter a quick, "Right, too far. Sorry."

You proceed to your final step of your skincare. There were times Wonwoo's scolding in the middle of your rants irked you. Its quick to dissipate however, when you remember that while your husband was a safe place for you, he also wants you to be wary of the impact of your words.

Really, its endearing how mindful and attentive he is even when everything gets riled up.

During the early years of your relationship, you used to think Wonwoo was calloused and distant especially when it came to arguments. He never raised his voice, rushed to answer back, or even address any of the issues as a problem that only existed to you. Sure, his voice would strain when tense and he'd occasionally release a frustrated sigh. You used to think he tires of you and that he's tuned you out.

"(Y/N) there is no reason for me to yell or match your tone," Wonwoo once told you flatly with a tinge of exasperation while you're sobbing and griping that he's unresponsive because he simply didn't care. "Whatever is hurting us, we're going to work it out. We're a team."

He watched your face crumple as you hide in your palms and shake. Frowning, he gingerly reaches out to push your hands away and cups your wet cheeks.

"What's going on?" he prods quietly, "Baby, it makes me sad to know that you think the only way you're heard is when you have to cry and yell for it."

His discretion with words and his own temper has you realizing he's collected and still not because he didn't care but it was because he does care--he cares a lot.

You were stubborn and outspoken while Wonwoo was firm but temperate and calm. Yet even the roughest mountain's edges erode and smooth over under the rain.

You slowly adapt his mellow nature, learning that you don't have to fight to be seen, to be respected, or heard. Because Wonwoo does see you, he does respect you, and he does listen---all in careful attention. Your fights de-escalate from you standing with balled fists to sitting down with him to being able to cuddle each other even as you calmly manage your discourse.

There was a certain maturity you've reached when it came to learning how to pace yourself, how to remain firm even in meekness. Not only did it show in your relationship but with your other interpersonal dealings. You didn't have to constantly prove anything to anybody now that you knew that anyone who knew you well enough did not need your clamor to see you.

All that because Wonwoo was simply careful and attentive of you.

The sudden reflection has you nearly teary eyed as you put your products away.

Wonwoo's putting his suitcase away the minute you step out of the bathroom and flop into bed. Your husband regards you with a twinkle in his eye as he switches of the main lights to turn on the low lights.

Your body instinctively rolls over to him once you feel the bed dip at his weight. His arms are open and you easily slip into his embrace like a puzzle piece. He plucks off his glasses and brings the covers up to your bodies before laying in a comfortable position. Leaning up, you peck his lips before resting your chin on his collarbone.

"I'm sorry I've talked so much, I didn't even ask about how your work trip was," you mumble guiltily while brushing the wavy strands of hair off his forehead.

Wonwoo only hums with a soft smile, "Don't be sorry, baby, you've had a tough reunion tonight. Besides we've called every night I was away."

You stick your bottom lip out and he laughs, tucking you into his shoulder.

"Work was fine and a little too drawn out. Can't believe they called us during Chuseok but at least I got next week off. The trip back here was enjoyable for me though with all the lights," he recalls, "I got some things for you that you can look through tomorrow."

"Wonwoo!" you quietly chide, "I told you that you don't have to get me anything each time your away."

"And you loved anything I gave you each time. So, why not?"

He was right, whether it was some expensive hand cream or ridiculous magnet, it delighted you each time he showed you he thought of you. You huff, lightly slapping his chest before nuzzling deeper into him. After a beat of silence, you breathe in deep before sighing as the tinkers of sleep slowly sleep into your limbs. The familiar comfort only your husband provides shrouds you that you remember your earlier musings.

"I missed you. No one makes me feel as grounded as you do. I love you so much," you whisper, thinking he's fallen asleep based on the steady rise and fall of his chest against your cheek. "I'm so glad you're home, baby."

You're drifting off the edges of sleep when Wonwoo's chest rumbles and his lips ghost your temple.

"You'll always be home to me."

a/n: I hope everyone finds that one person that makes them feel seen. that makes them realize they don't need to scream to be heard.

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo fluff #seventeen

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Yeah I'm fine😃 completely fine😃

oh, choi seungcheol it’s so nice to have you back

#seventeen #scoups #choi seungcheol you are the man of my dreams

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My feed is filled with Choi Seungcheol and I'm loving it😩

#seventeen #choi seungcheol

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Daddy please one chance (you can bring Jeonghan too) 😔

i have the biggest crush on seungcheol its actually insane yall

#seventeen #choi seungcheol the man you are- can you calm down

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OMG AAHHHHHHHHHHH AS SOMEONE WHO'S TALLL I FUCKING LOVE THIS THANK YOUU 😭❤😩

What is your opinion of ot13 with a taller s/o

Ot13 seventeen : when you are taller than them

seungcheol : ok on surface he doesn't shows if it affects him or not but deep down he just loves how tall you are. He was a little insecure at the very very start about being shorter than you, but now he absolutely loves it. He'll buy you a lot of heels if you like wearing them just so he can crane his neck up and look at you like that. Loves feeling of you two give the vibe of the rich CEO and his model girlfriend.

Jeonghan : you just gave him the perfect opportunity to be a bratty sub. He actually loves feeling tiny next to you. He'll also definitely call you noona/mommy even if you are younger than him just so you'll baby him. Would sometimes wear baggy clothes and cuddle next to your side just to feel tinier next to you.

Joshua : I think he doesn't mind at all? Like "oh you're 180 cm? That's like so cool! Anyways my fave colour is blue wbu?" Like he'd love the fact you're so tall and so pretty but it wouldn't really affect him as much even if you weren't.

Jun : in public, he'll opt the more traditionally masculine and dominant roles despite your height, but in private, he is just a babie. absolute babie. you're gonna have to pamper him and always pay attention to him and peg him and cuddle with him. unironically always the little spoon.

hoshi : literally on his knees for you. you are his queen, his tigress and he's gonna worship you all the time. loves when you ruffle his hair or rest your head on top of his. is always hugging your hips. he may even wear some of your clothes if they look baggy on him.

wonwoo : an otherwise very dom wonu would sub for you. he is so tall and if you are taller than him, you are literally a goddess and he will do anything you ask him to. lowkey develops a praise kink with you. but he's also very soft for you and would take care of you all the time instead of letting otherway around happen.

woozi : at first he was really shy and insecure about roaming around with you in public, especially when you wore heels. also hates the way his members sometimes (all the time) teased him about it, but that phase passed soon, after he got more comfortable around you and you scolded his friends for teasing him. now he's a proud boyfriend who loves to show off his beautiful model-like tall girlfriend.

minghao : I just know everytime you two go out people think you are some luxury brand models. He feels proud of your height actually, loves how beautiful and elegant you look when you wear the luxurious brand clothes he buys you. Wouldn't be shy or embarassed at all about looking shorter to you.

Mingyu : the fact that you are taller than him is hot enough already, lemme tell you that first. You are one powerful couple. He likes lifting you up just so he's craning his neck up at you like you are the sun to his life (you definitely are). He just finds you so incredibly hot for being that height, loves when you use your height to dominate over him sometimes

Seokmin : he's so shy about it. Not embarrassed shy but i-am-so-in-love-with-you shy. Believes that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Literally would do anything for you. On his knees to eat you out serve you anytime of the day. Literally feels so subby when you're next to him.

Seungkwan : he loves how close his face is to your boobs. He could hug you and his face would be planted in your boobs or in the crook of your neck. So damn comforting. Feels so safe around you, especially when you hug him from the back and rest your head on top of his. Tho he'd be sooooo damn sulky for the rest of the month of you made even a single joke about his height even once hehe.

Vernon : externally, he doesn't look like the height difference bothers him at all. Internally he's screaming MOMMY. Loves the way you tower him, especially when you're riding him. He's your big responsibility. Can't shut up about you being the hottest woman everytime he's with his friends talking about their girlfriends. Literally still in shock how he managed to pull you.

Chan : at first he was a little embarrassed and tried to wear insoles and heels a lot often to look as tall as you, if not taller. Don't get him wrong, he loves how tall and beautiful you are and literally simps over you for that, he just feels insecure about his own height sometimes. Tho now he doesn't mind the height anymore, since you told him about how you love him the same despite his height. In fact he loves being shorter to you sometimes now, feeling how it makes your relationship more unique.

#im 5'10.4 ft btw if anyone wanted to know #seventeen #seventeen imagines

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Thank you so much for your service OMG

I'm screaming but the s is silent 🚶🏻‍♀️

Ot13 seventeen: with pillow princess reader

scoups : loooooooves to do all the work anyway. Will not let you move an inch and satisfy you completely single-handedly.

jeonghan : loves teasing you about it. Will fuck you just about right anyways but will tease you by commanding you to move for him on purpose

Joshua : gentleman indeed. he's probably even the reason why you are such a pillow princess because he loves doing the work and letting you take all the pleasure.

Junhui : two pillow princesses stuck side by side. He does takes charge more often and let's you rest your back but sometimes he'd whine to have you service him a little while he laid back.

Hoshi : this man has infinite stamina. Tiger strength fr. He'll end up making you tired even though you were just laying back doing nothing.

Wonwoo : he knows wayyy too many positions while you just lie down doing nothing. Can and will manhandle you however he needs, finding best angles to bring you to your high asap

Woozi : depending on his mood and energy level, he may either perfectly service-dom you, worshipping you and fucking you hard or it could be just hours of lazy sex and mutual masturbation all night long.

Minghao : he didn't know pillow princess is a separate thing cuz he always thought that men should be doing all the work anyway while their girls should rest back and enjoy the pleasure.

Mingyu : something about you just being a pillow princess makes him feel more powerful in the bed in a good way. to do all the work for you and just let you lay back like the princess you really are. an absolute woman-pleaser.

Seokmin : the king of lovemaking. he is so gentle and caring for you while fucking you hard enough for you to enjoy it thoroughly without making it too slow or too vanilla for your taste.

Seungkwan: he loves missionary anyways, so this is a big turn-on for him. he loves railing you slowly as your bodies connect together, hands and lips appreciating every sliver of your skin. he'd be subby at times, but will somehow manage to do so while being on top of you.

Vernon : absolute service dom. makes him a little proud of the way he has you writhing and moaning all by himself. sometimes when he wants you to ride him, hell just plop you on top of him and hold your hips as he fucks upwards in you and you don't even have to put the effort of holding your own weight up.

Dino : this simp will do anything for you. you just want to lie back and relax and let him do all the work? will gladly do so. will make you come twice or thrice just in the first round without having you to move at all from where you slept during the start.

#svt #svt smut #seventeen #seventeen smut

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My cheeks are burning so badly. I might even faint or something 😃. I- I'm sat to see them shirtless. 😃🎀

. . . wanting to see hhu doing the fire choreo shirtless

[ 🍒 ] seungcheol

oh please, this would make his ego skyrocket. cheol is used to you thirsting over him, and his unfairly thick biceps and big ass bakery, so is he really surprised with this? nope. don’t worry, he’ll tease you before actually turning on the music and taking his shirt off, but he’s got to have his fun too. besides, cheol knows that him dancing shirtless will not end up with you cuddling under a blanket, so it’s a win win situation :))

[ 🍒 ] wonwoo

“you want me to do what?” “ohhh, you want me to do that.” would (try) not show it, but would be so smug because of course you want him to dance shirtless, and who is he to deny you (though he’d get a bit shy while taking his shirt off). he’s cute, but can be a menace to - straightening his back to show off his 58 cm shoulders, flexing his biceps and boobies, running his hand through his long hair. sigh, a dream come true. 

[ 🍒 ] mingyu

he doesn’t spend an ungodly amount of hours at the gym to not show off his body, especially when you ask so nicely, so hell yeah, if you want him to basically strip in front of you so you could thirst over his tits then he’s more than happy to help you out. his size kink says hello because him standing in front of you shirtless - boobs and abs out, he’s spiralling (and praying for the dance to be over as soon as possible, because kim mingyu is hornyyy). 

[ 🍒 ] vernon

not surprised in the slightest, he’s used to your random ass requests by now - even when you ask him to dance shirtless. definitely side eyes you as he’s taking his shirt off, not really convinced if that’s a good idea (then he sees your starstruck expression and changes his mind in 0.001 seconds so his shirt is off in no time).

#seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo #kim mingyu #choi seungcheol #hansol vernon chwe

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THANK YOU❤✨!

♡. Stuck by the glue🎐🍃🌧

Pairing: literature student Wonwoo × literature student gn reader. (University au)

Genre: fluff, lots of fluff and bit of crack lol, established relationship, there's lots of kissing | Word count: 1.5k [ik I went overboard lol] | MASTER LIST

Song rec: tip toe by hybs // glue song by beabadoobee ft clairo // love scene by baekhyun [yes title is inspired by the glue song]

Warning: there's lots of kissing ? And Wonwoo rides a bike.

Summary: you were at your boyfriend's place. you were bored and Wonwoo is reading. So Wonwoo came up with the idea of taking you to a bookstore he came across few days back

Note: here's some oddly specific details🍃 reader is tall but shorter than Wonwoo and wears glasses and even if you dont wear glases that is also okay (This is for all my tall glass girlies and gays out there because I'm one of them as well)

Taglist: @hongmingo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog @soobunsbun , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @thepoopdokyeomtouched (girlie lemme know if you were in my taglist 😭 because I've lost track of it😭)

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A nice pleasant Sunday afternoon. You came over to Wonwoo's apartment for lunch. You both don't live too far away, barely ten minutes away from each other. After lunch you laid on one side, on the sofa, your head resting on Wonwoo's lap. You were going through random shows on TV. One of Wonwoo's hands was caressing your hair while the other held a book he was reading. To be more accurate, going through the reading material suggested by their professor in class. You were bored. Not because of Wonwoo nor the random tv show displayed in front of you. Wonwoo did notice that. "Are you okay? Or you're bored? Which one?"

"Jeon Wonwoo am I that transparent-" you turned to look at him, your lips pressed in a thin line.

"Well maybe anyone can figure that out because you are going through random tv shows without actually watching them" He said while squeezing your cheeks.

"Okay then what about the book you're reading? Is it doing any better?" You said.

"I am particularly not liking it at all and reading it for the sake of my degree" He said with a forced smile really did explain that he was suffering.

"Wow okay, things we go through as literature students huh, even I hated some reading material from the previous semester. I swear to God they were so sexist and insufferable I don't even want to talk about those anymore" You said mulling over that for a few moments.

"Yeah exactly but I was asking if you're bored baby" He had a soft smile on his lips clearly because he saw that you got distracted from what he asked you previously. You were flustered about the fact that you went a bit off topic.

"Umm well yes I am and what will you do about that?"

"Hmmm lemme think…" he paused to think and then continued "we can go to a bookstore? there's a new one I came across, it also sells second hand books which are cheap"

"What-" you were always over the moon whenever you went book shopping with your boyfriend. "Oh yes we are going to the bookstore now!!"you exclaimed in sheer excitement. One thing Wonwoo knew is that you loved books and anything related to books. Bookstores had a special place in your heart, his too since that's how both meet. In a bookstore. Nearby your university. On a busy rainy monday afternoon.

"Alright sweetheart, wear your shoes and cardigan, I'll go get changed okay?" He said and then pressed a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and then started getting ready and fixed your hair too.

Wonwoo came out of his room after a few minutes in a sap green hoodie and wide legged jeans and… riding gloves?

He walked up to you. "So I'm guessing you're ready let's goo then"

"Umm baby are you gonna give me a ride as well?" you looked at his gloves and then raised your eyebrows.

"What kinda ride exactly are you talking about baby?" Wonwoo smirked.

"Eyyyy shut up you dirty minded weirdo I'm talking about the gloves you're wearing" you smacked his arm while the blush on your cheeks were becoming even more evident.

"Well yes love I'm gonna give you a ride to the bookstore because it's a little far away" Wonwoo squished your cheeks with both of his hands and planted a peck on your lips. You both put on your shoes and walked out of his apartment. Wonwoo locked the door and handed you your helmet. Wonwoo riding a bike was your favorite genre of Wonwoo. You found that really attractive of him for some reason. You also remember him, giving you a ride to your home because it was raining and you weren't carrying an umbrella. As cliche as it sounds like a scene from romantic dramas, that was the first ever time you saw him riding a bike and giving you a ride as well. You liked that feeling of holding someone close and resting your chin on their shoulder. And that someone became Wonwoo.

When you both reached the bookstore you saw it's an old bookstore and is a little dilapidated but it had its own beauty in its way.

"It's quite an old one, you know. I came across this a few days back while the night out with the guys" he said.

"Oh ohhh I see"

You both entered the bookstore and were greeted by an old man.

"Ahh we have a young couple as customers today! Good afternoon to you both. New books are on the ground floor, the second hand ones are upstairs" the old man may have aged a lot but he seemed to be very cheerful for his age which you really liked.

"Good afternoon grandpa and thank you" You both greeted him and went inside the bookstore. You felt a hand around your waist.

"We really do give off couple vibes huh"

"Yes honey we do! now coming to the point on what books we wanna buy"

"I'll guessing it's either a horror or a romantic one"

"No, I mean well yes that would differ if there's any book which grabs my attention and you're gonna follow me and hold the books" you smiled and if anything that made his heart melt.

"Why is she so cute, so enthusiastic about her interests, god I love her so much" He thought to himself.

"Wonu back to earth are you even listening?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I got it I heard what you said" He said.

You both started looking through the romance section first but didn't end up finding anything much interesting. Then you both went through the crime and thriller. It's like that's where the magic happens.

"Wonu wonu! Isn't this the locked room mystery novel you were searching for?" You held a book named "The Village of Eight Murders" by Seishi Yokomizo.

"Oh yess I was. There's also a fourth book, the last book of the series The Inugami Curse" He said and then took the book from your hand going through the pages.

"Found it!" You said after finding the fourth book. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "So are we.." you cut him off mid sentence "we're taking these two, hold them baby" you were happy to finally found the book he was searching for. He was happy too.

"Wonwoo?" you called him by his name, your voice was soft.

"Yes love" He said, his fingers still going over the titles of each book on the shelf he's looking through. You turned and looked at him.

"I wanna go upstairs" you said.

"Hmm alright let's go" he said while a soft smile lingered on his lips.

While going upstairs y'all heard the rain suddenly started pouring down.

"See I told you it will rain tomorrow around this time, now I want my kiss baby" Wonwoo said grinning.

"Nope you aren't getting any right now especially not when we are here standing inside a bookstore" You said with a playful smile on your face. The books upstairs were second hand books so it was common to come across the one's which might have damaged covers too. Wonwoo picked out a book for you.

"y/n isn't this the book you were talking about yesterday? Its cover is slightly torn though" Wonwoo handed you the book. It was "The Remains of the Day" by Kazuo Ishiguro.

"Oh my God yesss! I'll buy this and we can glue that part you know" you said looking at the torn cover of the book he was holding.

"Yeah it's like how books helped me glue to you and we ended up in a relationship"

"My my aren't you being so cheesy for someone who's standing in the fiction aisle with me" You gave him a coy look and then went back searching through the shelf of books.

"Well then love what about kissing in the bookshops as well, like they do in the romance books"

A blush crept your cheeks and ears. You turned to look at him. He smiled looking at your flustered face, his eyes traveling back and forth on your eyes and then your lips.

"Since when did you become so romantic-" your sentence was cut off by him putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to the side slowly. And then he pressed his lips against yours. A soft and warm kiss in the middle of a crispy old bookshop while the euphonious sound of the rain drizzling played outside. He pulled away shortly after but you chased for his lip even more.

"I always was and you're cute when you want more you know" he whispered, his cheeks slightly flushed now as well.

"Yes of course you are" you mumbled and pouted.

"We should check out these books, you know" you said.

"Yes love we will but let's just stay here until the rain slacks off" Wonwoo said as he took you by your hand and made your way to the couch placed on the right side of the room.

"Till then we'll sit here okay?" Wonwoo made himself comfortable sitting beside you.

"Yeah you're right" You said leaning on his shoulder.

Let's just say,he made your day a lot better than before.

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A/n: my exams are finally over so yes I'm back and I'll write more ig. A lotta drafts are piled up literally. Also feedbacks and reblogs are really appreciated. I have proofread once but lemme know if there's any grammatical errors.

ALSO YES I WAS LITERALLY GIVING Y'ALL BOOK RECS THROUGH THIS CUZ DUH I'M AN ENGLISH MAJOR TOO.

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can i have 'briefly tracing the lines of their palms' with minghao please?

🪽Ofc love! Thanks for this request! (Please check the masterlist if anyone wants to request anything)

🪽Pairing: Artist Minghao x gn reader , established relationship, non idol au

🪽song rec: understand by keshi | 🪽word count : 437

Here you go with artist Minghao because I believe an artist's hands should be admired🩶

You're Minghao's muse. You love it a lot to be his muse, to be the one whom he admires the most and gets his inspiration from. You may not always understand how he perceived things and beings around him, but you admired the way he expressed it through his brush strokes on the canvas. It's a saturday night and you both were sitting on the couch watching a movie after dinner. You both were cuddled up, all cozy in the blankets. One of his arms was around your shoulder while you cuddled up close, your head resting on his chest. 

It felt comforting and relaxing sharing each other's body warmth like that. You held his other hand with both of your hands. His hands are big with his freshly painted nails shiny because of the light from the tv screen. 

"Hao these look soo pretty" You squealed when he had shown you his new manicure two days back. 

You traced the pretty abstract red and black design on his nails. You also think of how he uses these hands to create those exquisite masterpieces hung on the walls of the exhibition room. It makes your heart swell with admiration and pride. You trace the lines of his palms now. Soft and slow traces. 

"Love, what are you doing?" He asked,his voice a bit husky for not talking for some time now. 

"Mmm nothing, focus on the movie" You mumbled, cozying up even closer to him as if there was a bit of space left between you both. A soft smile laced on your lips now. 

He let out a chuckle. You kept on tracing his hand but then suddenly he tilted your face with his hand you were holding, making you look at you. 

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours hmm?" he asked. He was looking at your eyes, then your cheeks which were slightly pink but not that visible in the dully lit room.

"Your hands are very pretty. I really love how you paint so beautifully, like how your hand is familiar to that feeling" You said. 

He would be lying if he didn't feel the admiration in your eyes, which did make him a little shy. He slowly came closer and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand now caressing your cheek. He pulled back slowly and smiled looking at you. 

"Thanks, love, that means a lot to me. I love you so much" he said in a softer voice. 

"I love you too Hao" you said, now hugging and resting your head on his chest again. 

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a/n: as someone who loves art and is an artist, writing this was quite comforting... <3

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt reactions #svt fluff #svt fanfic #minghao fluff #minghao #xu minghao #the 8 #minghao fanfic #minghao imagines #minghao x reader #svt

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THIS. IS. SO. FUCKING. COMFORTING. AND CUTE. AND ADORABLE. I'LL CRY 😭

: : angel.

joshua x dokyeom, idolverse, fluff, pining, light angst, heavy blond!dk appreciation ft. joshuas strange couch

2.2k+ words, no warnings

also on ao3 | listen i never expected to love blond!dk as much as i do but he's gorgeous and deserves a fic about him. also pining whipped shua ftw 😽😽

summary: “angel,” joshua murmured. “angel, seokmin. you look like an angel.” seokmin's eyelashes fluttered, beating softly like feathered wings. - or seokmin turns up at joshua's doorstep at 2:47am. and of course, there's no way that joshua would ever be able to turn him away.

At 2:47am, someone came knocking on Joshua's door. 

He was unfazed by it, though, and simply lifted his head up from where he'd been lying in bed before making his way across his apartment, turning on the hallway light and unlocking the door with a smile. 

“Seokmin,” he greeted the younger man as he stood there at his doorstep, after having received the almost timid hyung, are you up? text from him all of 15 minutes ago. 

“Shua hyung,” Seokmin greeted back, though he blinked owlishly, as if he were surprised that Joshua was awake. 

Like he hadn't been the one to message him at almost three o'clock in the morning, Joshua thought, a touch of fondness in his smile. He didn't say anything else, though, and just stepped aside and beckoned him in.

Seokmin obeyed willingly, taking off his shoes and stepping into the hallway. His eyes were still wide, almost nervous, and he wrung his hands together as he took another hesitant step in Joshua’s direction. Joshua hadn’t moved, continuing to just smile openly at Seokmin, patient, simply waiting for the younger to explain what he wanted.

He'd always wait for Seokmin. He'd wait, and then give him anything at all, so long as it made Seokmin happy. 

After a moment, Seokmin stepped even closer and hugged him.

His arms wrapped tightly around Joshua’s shoulders, pulling him in so suddenly that Joshua let out a small “oh!” in surprise, before the sound melted into a fond chuckle as he let Seokmin burrow into his neck, wrapping his arms around the younger to hug him back.

“Did you miss me that much?” he teased, but he couldn't help the way the ends of his words softened with fondness. “We were literally together at work the entire day today, Seokmin.”

Seokmin huffed, and Joshua could feel him pouting into his neck. 

“No, of course I didn't miss you,” he said, even as his voice was a little muffled, refusing to remove himself from where he'd latched onto Joshua. 

“Oh, you didn't?” Joshua asked, amused. Seokmin huffed again, the noise tapering into a small whine that Joshua, devastatingly, thought was rather adorable. He chuckled, but didn't push any further, letting Seokmin bury himself into his neck, arms wrapped around his frame. 

This wasn’t the first time Seokmin had texted him in the thin hours of the early morning, asking Joshua if he was awake and if, perhaps, if it wasn’t too much of a bother, Seokmin could come round to say hi. Seokmin did it with all of them, especially as of late: he’d been having trouble sleeping, for reasons that he appeared to have only shared with Jeonghan. And whilst Joshua was concerned about Seokmin's recent bouts of insomnia, he didn't mind too much that Seokmin hadn't confided in him about the reason. Joshua was just grateful that Seokmin trusted him enough to come to him during these kinds of nights.

“Did you manage to sleep at all?” Joshua questioned softly, and Seokmin shook his head. He hummed. “Alright. Come on, then, let’s get you inside.”

He gently peeled Seokmin away from him, gently coaxing him further into the apartment so they could find somewhere that’d be more comfortable than just standing in his cold-floored hallway. They couldn’t make it all the way to Joshua’s bed as he’d originally intended, though, since after Seokmin whined a few times they ended up in the living room instead, which was only a few steps away from the door.

But at least, here, they could sit down, and Seokmin could cling to Joshua as much as he wanted.

Seokmin didn't come to Joshua during all of his sleepless nights, but he came often enough that he roughly knew what it was he'd come for, and what he wanted Joshua to do.

When Seokmin was in these moods—shy, nervous, meltingly soft and just a touch sleep-deprived—he became devastatingly clingy, all sprawling limbs as he seemed to want to try and smother Joshua, fingernails scraping uncomfortably against the bouclé texture of his cream coloured sofa as he adjusted himself against him. Joshua just let him, let Seokmin do whatever he needed to do, saying nothing other than humming contentedly when he finally settled down.

Seokmin’s head ended up on Joshua’s shoulder, arm wrapped around his front, legs thrown over his so that he was practically in Joshua’s lap, their legs tangling together. He could feel every inhale and exhale that Seokmin took. 

Hopefully, Seokmin couldn’t hear Joshua’s heart thumping unusually hard in his chest.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s really wrong?” Joshua asked, gentle, once Seokmin had gotten himself comfortably draped over him. The room was dark, save for the feeble yellow light spilling in from the hallway, but Joshua didn’t want to dislodge Seokmin for something as insignificant as being able to see properly. He could still see Seokmin, anyways, and that was enough. “Why did you message me at three in the morning, hm?”

Pressing his face into Joshua’s shoulder, Seokmin didn’t say anything for a long moment.

“...I just wanted a hug.”

It was always the same five words, with Seokmin apparently not wanting to go further into why he was really here. But Joshua didn’t mind. He never minded, not so long as Seokmin still came to him anyway.

He hummed softly. “That’s okay.”

Seokmin squeezed him tighter, and then relaxed.

Neither of them had breathed a word. They didn’t need to. Seokmin liked talking, liked telling stories and cracking silly jokes that made people laugh, and Joshua liked listening to every single one. He liked hearing him talk in that way, and liked that Seokmin also liked to talk, but that was only during the day. 

Seokmin didn't message Joshua in the middle of the night to talk. 

With one hand still massaging circles into Seokmin’s upper arm, Joshua patted Seokmin’s hair almost absentmindedly, running his fingers through the strands, and Seokmin made an involuntary noise, a shiver running through him. Joshua chuckled at his reaction, and Seokmin huffed, but still leaned back against Joshua’s hand to encourage the fingers in his hair.

Seokmin had dyed his hair recently, both for their new album and their new concert tour, and whilst Joshua hadn't been the biggest fan of the blond colour at first, he had to admit that it was growing on him. Especially when he was like this, with his soft, pale hair fanned out all around him, the white gold fringe moving with every blink that Seokmin took. The dimness of the room coupled with the pale warmth of his hair made him look like some sort of magical, mystical being. 

“Angel,” Joshua murmured to himself, but with the way Seokmin was pressed up against him, there was no way he couldn't hear. “Angel, Seokmin. You look like an angel.”

Seokmin's eyelashes fluttered, beating softly like feathered wings. “Hyung…”

He looked up at Joshua, brown eyes swirling with grains of gold. Beautiful, was Joshua's instant thought. And then he stopped thinking, tilting Seokmin’s chin upwards, thumbing at his cheekbone.

“You're the loveliest angel of all,” Joshua said, far too sincerely, but oh well. 2am Seokmin liked hearing these sincere things, and Joshua was never really in a position to deny him. “You’re beautiful, Seokmin-ah. Did you know that? Hyung thinks you’re the prettiest person in the universe.”

Seokmin flushed, and in the dim light, Joshua wouldn’t have been able to tell if he couldn’t feel it under his fingertips as Seokmin’s cheeks warmed.

“Shua hyung’s really pretty too,” Seokmin whispered, and goodness, Joshua’s heart felt like it could burst.

“I know,” he said, instead, and smiled as Seokmin let out a short, breathy laugh. Seokmin’s hair was a glowing halo around him, making his eyes shine. “I am really pretty.”

Seokmin laughed again, and Joshua's heart felt light. 

No one said anything else for a while after that. Joshua let Seokmin be, let him stay as quiet as he needed until the voices in his head finally died down and allowed him to think clearly once more. He just threaded his fingers through Seokmin’s pale gold hair, traced slow circles along his upper arm and allowed himself to be buried in this hug as Seokmin’s head lolled peacefully on his shoulder.

Noticing the way that Seokmin’s breathing had slowed down to peaceful, drowsy exhales, Joshua looked down at him, wondering whether Seokmin had drifted off already. 

But no, he wasn’t asleep yet, and Seokmin blinked up at him through shadowy lashes, mumbling something unintelligible. Joshua just smiled. Despite having a heart softer than the softest pools of golden light, Seokmin was rarely this gentle and still, and he cherished those moments when he could hold him like this, and not fear when his rays would slip through his fingers once more.

Joshua would never want to pin him down, though. 

Seokmin deserved to be free, and Joshua was content with being Seokmin’s safe place, his refuge, the horizon line that he could sink down into after a busy day of brightening everyone else’s lives.

“Stay with me tonight?” Joshua murmured, carding his hand through Seokmin’s hair again, letting the glowing strands feather out as they were slowly released. 

Seokmin shook his head, a rustle of movement against Joshua’s clothes. “Can’t,” he whispered back, then his face scrunched up into a yawn. “Need to wake up early tomorrow, and I don’t wanna disturb hyung’s sleep.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Stay as long as you need,” Joshua assured him, but despite the way his heart clenched, he wasn’t surprised by Seokmin’s answer. He rarely agreed, but Joshua always offered just in case this time, he’d say yes. 

Besides, Seokmin always ended up accidentally staying over anyways.

“I’ll go in fifteen minutes,” Seokmin murmured, but he burrowed himself further into Joshua’s embrace, fingers curling into the fabric of Joshua’s shirt. 

Joshua hummed, leaning back against the couch, going back to threading his fingers through the pale embroidery of Seokmin’s hair, silent. Seokmin was warm against him, a warm and steady presence, like some sort of endearing weighted blanket that made little contented noises every time Joshua scratched his fingers against his scalp in a pleasing way. It made him chuckle silently, pressing into the same spot again and again until Seokmin was so utterly relaxed that he was practically melting into him.

It only took Seokmin seven minutes to fall asleep. Joshua counted; he watched the hands of the clock in the living room as the minutes ticked by, and could pinpoint the exact moment Seokmin relaxed so fully that he couldn’t be anything but asleep.

As Seokmin dozed on his shoulder, though, Joshua couldn’t help but stay there for a few minutes longer, until ten extra minutes had passed and Seokmin continued to sleep peacefully against him. He wanted to keep this scene in his hands for just a few extra moments, with Seokmin resting against him, his hair an angel’s halo, his fingers curled almost protectively into Joshua’s shirt.

Like this, Joshua could almost pretend that Seokmin was his.

But it was, of course, only pretend, and so Joshua eventually shifted them both, gently untangling their legs so he could get a hand under Seokmin’s, the other hand supporting Seokmin’s back as he lifted him up.

“Come on,” he said softly, even though Seokmin couldn’t hear him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Joshua wasn’t going to wake him up, of course. He may have fallen asleep surprisingly fast whilst all curled up against Joshua, but he didn’t know if Seokmin would be able to go back to sleep again if he was awoken once again. And so Joshua carried him out of the living room and into his own room, setting Seokmin gently down onto the bedding.

He made a quiet noise in his sleep as he was laid down, but Joshua made his own soothing noises in response, and soon Seokmin was happily curled under his covers, his hair now looking ivory-white in the darkness of the room.

“Angel,” Joshua said to himself with a smile on his face, for the second time that night.

This time, though, Seokmin really wouldn’t be able to hear, and Joshua thought it was better this way. The word had come out even more fond than last time, and he didn’t want to risk Seokmin knowing just how fond Joshua was of him.

Joshua stepped back, and quietly exited the room, prepared to spend the night on his own couch. Seokmin needed the bed more, anyways.

In the morning, Seokmin would come padding into the living room, rubbing his eyes and whining about how he didn’t mean to force Joshua out of his own bed and how Joshua really should have woken him up. Joshua would shake his head, smiling, say it was no big deal, and then offer to make Seokmin breakfast before he left.

Seokmin would still look like an angel, pale blond hair all messed up, and Joshua would still think he looked absolutely beautiful, and it would take everything in him not to say that out loud.

But Joshua would deal with that later. 

As he listened to his heart beating hollowly in his chest, he wondered whether Seokmin knew he held Joshua’s very soul in those golden-glowing hands.

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