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you know it’s gonna be good bc i just made myself cry lmao

i’ve been rebirthed… i’m writing jihoon angst 🙈

#REAL #if anyone wants to discuss ideas with me pls lemme know

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yall i am BEGGING… does anyone know that seventeen SMAU that lets you choose which ending you get?? i read it a long while ago but it got lost on my blog 😭 iirc jeonghan and joshua were choices and i think also wonwoo? i also think the writer had done other stories similarly

I AM BEGGING. ITS BEEN AT THE FOREFRONT OF MY MIND FOR WEEKS NOW.

#seventeen smau #seventeen #joshua hong fluff #jeonghan fluff #wonwoo fluff #pls signal boost this if you can i NEED to find the stories #so i can never lose them again #that writing was so good

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roads diverged || h.js

pairing: joshua hong x reader warnings: super self-indulgent. some crying, life decisions, joshua is my comfort member word count: 759 summary: life is full of diverging roads, but it's okay as long as joshua's walking beside you

a/n: i'm definitely projecting lol. instead of crying for 3 hours, i decided to cry for 1 hour and write this for 2 hours :) problem solved

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It’s not that you’re particularly a neat freak, but you’re pretty sure you read somewhere that cleaning your living space can help clear your mind. 

It isn’t until you’re on your knees on the bathroom tile at 2 am, scrubbing between tiles with a pink toothbrush and a dream that you finally question the scientific validity of that Buzzfeed article. You let out a huff and pull the rubber gloves off your hands and throw them down onto the floor.

“Damn,” you hear a hoarse voice call from the bathroom door. “What did those gloves do to you?”

“Shua,” his name comes out as if you’re surprised at the shakiness in your own voice. Once he hears it too, his smirk falls into a frown and his eyebrows come together in concern. In the next instant, he’s on his knees beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“What’s wrong angel?” he whispers against your hair, rubbing his arms soothingly down your back.

His question is all it takes for the dam to break and not long after, the sleeve of Joshua’s light blue pajama shirt is soaked with tears. He shushes you as he pulls you tighter against him, and he wishes he could lift whatever burden was weighing you down.

It takes a minute  before you can finally give him an answer. “Do you remember that really weird thing I asked you about a few weeks ago?” you managed to get out between hiccups.

He pulls away and shifts his hands down to hold yours. “Yeah,” he nods. “When you were reading that Robert Frost poem and you asked what happens if you don’t like the road less traveled and you want to go back and take the other one?” 

You nod back at him, pulling your lip between your teeth to fight back the tears. “Yeah… that.”

“What about it?” he asks quietly, prodding you to continue. 

“I think I’m going to quit my job,” you answered, unable to fight the second wave of tears.

“Oh, honey,” he began, his hands instinctively coming up to your face to wipe away the streams of tears. “What brought this on? I thought you liked your job.”

“I do,” you answer. “Well, I did. I’m not so sure anymore.”

“What changed?” 

“I don’t know,” you confess, dropping your head into your hands. “It’s just not… I just feel like I’m stuck, you know? Like what if I missed out on something better because I’m afraid of leaving something that’s familiar?” 

Joshua hums thoughtfully, choosing his words before he continues. “That’s something I wish I knew the answer to,” he sighs and lifts your chin to look at him. He hates seeing you sad, but even more so knowing that this isn’t a problem he can fix for you. “But just think, honey, if you didn’t walk down this path, we wouldn’t have met.”

You nod and break out a small smile that mirrors his. “Yeah,” you agree. “That is pretty great.”

“See?” he continues. “I think you know, no matter which path you take, it’ll be lined with good things and bad things, and that’s okay.”

“I know, I know,” you affirm. “But I like it better when you tell me.”

Joshua lets out a chuckle before standing and holding his hand out to you. “I’ll keep telling you if you finally come to bed with me,” he offers and you take it, gathering your cleaning supplies into your free arm and setting them onto the counter. 

Once you’ve both finally settled into bed, Joshua shuts off the lamp on the bedside table and pulls you flush against his chest. His fingers trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the steadiness of his heartbeat.

“As I promised,” he began. “There’s gonna be lots of diverging paths, you know? Lots of different ways to go. And they won’t always be as scenic as the ones before, or as neatly paved, or as—” 

You playfully swat at his chest and smile at the rumble of laughter in his chest. “I get it,” you prod.

“My point is,” he drags out the last syllable, tilting his neck down to smile at you before yawning. “No matter which path you end up taking, I’ll be walking right next to you, holding your hand.” True to his word, he pulls your free hand into his before bringing it up to press a light kiss against your palm. “And every step is going to take us exactly where we need to go.”

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[pepperonidk]

one year without you…

#april is the cruelest month #thank you jin jin for bringing him back for 3 and a half minutes #jem speaks

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i’ve been rebirthed… i’m writing jihoon angst 🙈

#jem speaks

[pepperonidk]

I literally just found your account so I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but! I need to know. Who would YOU treat to McDonalds/fight behind said McDonald’s?

Personally I’d fight Hoshi because he’s so (endearingly) annoying(ly cute) or Vernon because the vibes would be immaculate, and then I would also treat Vernon to said McDonald’s. Thank you (enjoy your day/night! I love u <33)

eeep! thanks for asking! your answers for hoshi and vernon make SOOO much sense. i’d tag team with u bestie

in seventeen… i’d fight Mingyu tbh i feel like we don’t have much of a height difference (he’s 6’1 and im 5’0) so i could take him (i can’t). i just think it would be so funny, but then i’d immediately get him an ice cream after bc he’d be pouting after i pummel his ass (he let me win)

outside of seventeen though… Johnny Suh. idk what it is he just seems like the right guy to fight behind a mcdonald’s 🙏🏼

#johnny is my number 2 in nct #i think we’d be besties #jem speaks #replies #anon

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The sunlight filters through the curtains and splays on your back. The warmth around you is firm and completely encases you. Mingyu's arm pulls you closer to him. He softly groans as he nuzzles his face into your neck, slowly breaking away from sweet slumber. You open your eyes slightly only to be met by his bare chest. A blush spreads around your face, remembering why the shirt on you felt so loose. Wanting the moment to last longer, you press yourself closer to him and close your eyes again.

The sturdy warmth snakes up from your waist to the back of your head. Mingyu cradles your head with one hand, his fingers scratching and massaging your scalp. He lets a chuckle vibrate off his chest as you nuzzle your face into it further. A rush of neediness courses through you when he starts to loosen his grip and himself on you, your body immediately hating the mere thought of not being wrapped in him and his warmth.

"Gyu," you whine, dragging the vowel out despite the roughness of your voice, into his chest. You wiggle your body in protest, clinging onto him for dear life. "don't go."

Mingyu places a soft kiss on the top of your head, then another one on your temple, and with a little bit more effort, two more on your nose and lips. He feels reluctant to pull away but does so anyway. "I'm gonna make breakfast, darling. Join me when you're ready."

Huffing, you let Mingyu go, earning a cheeky smile from him. He sits up, still facing you, his hand on your cheek that isn't squished by the pillow. He lets his touch linger for a second too long before shaking his head, the soft smile still on his face. Sleepiness pulls your eyes down, seemingly saving you from the view of the grey sweatpants hanging low on Mingyu's hips as he moves away. His footsteps were heavy but strangely comforting as we walked to the kitchen– for some reason, this made your head fuzz like it was filled with soft, static-to-the-touch stuffing. though, you doubt that's anything new to you when you're with Mingyu.

The smell of butter and something sickly sweet– perhaps Mingyu– wafted through the ajar door of your shared bedroom. As you internally debated sleeping or getting up to be with him again, countless thoughts ran through your mind. They all seemed to revolve around mornings like this; the warm sun and cool breeze, you drowning in Gyu's shirt, his humming as he cooks. You can still recount the first time he stayed over at your old apartment and how the two of you barely fit your bed, giggling and stealing kisses like high schoolers as your bodies wrapped around each other. That was about a year ago. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly as you fight the cheesy smile creeping up on you, a sudden burst of giddiness blooming in your chest, hands scrambling to squish something. They find purchase on an extra pillow. The poor, poor fluffy pillow doesn't deserve it, but you press it tightly to your face and scream hoarsely into it anyway. Breathing heavily to expel what squish-scream feelings are left, you slowly peel the pillow away from your face. 

Standing up from the bed, you head to the bathroom. The water and residual bubbles drip down your face as you stare at yourself, shaking your head as you eye the obnoxious heat rising to your cheeks. You tug on the hem of Mingyu's shirt, yet another obnoxious thing that you lingered on for a second before making your way to the kitchen. 

You creep up on your boyfriend's figure as quietly as possible. Your efforts are rewarded by him slightly jumping and squeaking when you wrap your arms around his middle. His bare torso provides you with the warmth you missed, and you thank him by pressing a kiss to his shoulder, your lips lingering before smiling against his skin. 

Your fingers trace little circles and hearts on his stomach making him lowly whine about how it tickles. With a shake of your head, you press your cheek against his back. "Wear a shirt then."

Mingyu leisurely pours some batter into the waffle maker, closing it and letting it cook before turning around in your arms to face you. You look up at him and he smiles, finger poking at your cheek and pinching it as he coos. "How can I when you're wearing it?"

You pout, eyebrows scrunched together as you pull your face away from his fingers and lean your forehead on his chest. Mingyu laughs at your reaction, ruffling your hair then combing through it right after. You feel his lips on the crown of your head and you sigh contentedly. His hand softly pats at your butt, and he giggles when you squeak. He leans down, hand still snug on your butt, and whispers to you, his lips warm against the shell of your ear. "Can you cut up some fruit for us, angel?"

You nod; Mingyu plants a kiss under your ear, trailing more on your jaw before letting you go with another pat on the butt. You shake your head despite the small grin on your face, with the more obvious blush on your cheeks and glint in your eyes. You figure you should pull away and get cutting before you forget and melt into his arms again, letting the both of you have breakfast lacking any juicy fruits.

And so let go you do, facing away from him to work on the island and gathering any tools you needed as well as the fruits that you had that you thought would go well with the waffles; the oranges Mingyu bought the other day, some leftover strawberries from when you baked, peaches, and finally some apples. You listened to Gyu's humming as he went on cooking the waffles, the both of you basking in the warmth and each other's presence. Admittedly, it has been way too long since you've had the chance to, so you want to savor it as much as you can. 

"They're done." Mingyu singsongs from behind you sometime later, presenting you with two plates of waffles. Your eyes widen and a surprised laugh leaves your lips. He tilts his head, placing the plates on the countertop behind you. "What?"

Shaking your head as you put away the chopping board and knife, you chuckle. "That's enough to feed us and the boys, Gyu."

He grins, helping you with the bowls of freshly cut fruit and can of whipped cream. He follows you to the dining table and sets the food down. Mingyu pulls your chair out for you and helps you settle in, making you giggle and shake your head. He moves his chair so that he's right beside you. The two of you eat in silence, occasionally stealing glances and kisses, Mingyu's free hand moving from your thigh to cupping your hand now and again. 

The sunlight filters through the curtains and splays against your profiles. The warmth around you is light, the smell of waffles and sweet fruit around you. Mingyu reaches for your hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, his caramel eyes meeting yours as a soft smile tugs on your lips.

#mingyuonlyfans i am love with u #seriously i am obsessed with the way you write #it’s poetry #this is comfort and domestic bliss at its finest #fluff #mingyu

[pepperonidk]

⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚ENG 300⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚

synonpsis: yn and wonwoo have english together this semester pairing : wonwoo x gn!reader genre/s : one-shot texts, non-idol au, college au, fluff,

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notes: hiii tumblr! first post, please be nice to me i am new to this T_T This concept came to me in a dream tbh I kept thinking of bookworm literature major Wonwoo

#why wasn’t this me #instead my lit class in college was full of pretentious assholes 😫 #wonwoo #smau #fluff

[pepperonidk]

the only way to get a good sleep

genres: established relationship, fluff!! pairing: reader x seokmin words: 1.3k warnings: none :] notes: this is for elv @seokmins day! ((it's technically a recast of an old fic of mine so I'm just praying you haven't read that one shhhhhh))

Seokmin misses you lots n lots.

Seokmin hasn’t slept in days.

That’s an exaggeration, of course, but any sleep he’s gotten has been fitful, restless, and generally not a good time.

He never really thought you’d be a catalyst like this. You only moved in two weeks ago -- some of your boxes are still sitting unopened in the living room, waiting for you to unpack them. The closet and dresser space Seokmin freed up for you remains half empty, since you were both too lazy to fully move in, more focused and elated on the fact that you’d finally done it. Seokmin had taken weeks, no, months to finally ask the question, and the way you’d answered so easily (with a smile, a laugh, and a hug) made it seem like all his worrying was ridiculous. The move was stressful, and cancelling your rent with your previous landlord was a nightmare, but the fact that you to would be together made Seokmin see everything through rose-tinted glasses. He didn’t care what he had to go through as long as you shared a home at the end of the day.

Of course, you two had slept in the same bed many times before you moved in, but somehow this was different. In the past two weeks, Seokmin swore he woke up already smiling, simply because you were there; beside him; living with him.

But since you left two days ago, he hasn’t slept a wink.

He knows you’re not gone forever, but still, he just can’t force his eyes to close; his breath to even out; his mind to rest. And he doesn’t know when exactly you’ll be back, either, considering your impromptu trip back to your family’s home wasn’t planned at all.

His mind wanders to the last message you sent him.

[my moonlight] miss you too, my sunshine

He lies still on top of the bedsheets, eyes trailing along the bumps and ridges of the ceiling. Sleep won’t come tonight, either -- he can tell.

Maybe he should call you. Last time he tried that (the night before), it got him about an hour of light sleep before he woke up again, but at least it was something. He needs to work tomorrow, and he isn’t sure he can keep his eyes open there after three nights of tossing and turning.

Sitting up, his hand wanders along the bed looking for his phone, which he picks up and detaches from its charger. It’s midnight already. Should he risk waking you up?

Well, he knows you have your phone on silent most of the time, so if you are asleep, he won’t be bothering you. He’s got nothing to lose.

The dial tone rings in his ear twice before he flops back down on the bed, his other hand coming to rest upon his stomach. After another two rings, he almost gives up, but then your voice makes an appearance, and he smiles.

“Trouble sleeping?” is the first thing you say. You really know him too well.

“Yeah... it’s just not the same without you.”

Along with faint footsteps, he hears your quiet laughter through the speaker. “You cheeseball.”

“I mean it,” he says, and he does. “What are you up to?”

“Are you asking me to talk until you fall asleep?”

His smile widens, and he knows he should be trying to keep still in order to fall asleep, but he can’t help it. “Only if you’re willing.”

“Well.” Something dings around you. “As much as I’d love to lull you to sleep, I need you to do something for me.”

“Hm?” Seokmin perks up, his interest piqued.

“I got you something,” you say. “It should be at your door in, hm, twenty seconds?”

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, still holding his phone up to his ear. His lips purse in confusion.

“How’d you get it up here? Deliveries go to the lobby desk.”

“Oh, I have my ways.” Somehow, Seokmin can hear your smile. “Just open the door.”

Knowing you, Seokmin simply complies, leaving the bedroom to reach the door to the apartment hall. He’s a bit too tired to understand much, but he knows anything from you is worth getting out of bed for. After fumbling with the chain lock, he finally twists the doorknob.

You stand just beyond the doorway, your phone held up at your ear and a bright smile on your face.

“Hey stranger.”

Too tired to comprehend what’s right in front of him, he still speaks into his phone. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back.”

You humour him, talking into your phone as well. “I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”

He nods. “Uh huh.��

When he sees you laugh and hang up, he glances at his phone to do the same, still awestruck to have you standing there.

“C’mere you big softie, I missed your hugs,” you say, opening up your arms.

Seokmin smiles again and swoops in to wrap his arms around you. He relishes in your warmth, a smile against the skin of your neck -- which he knows you can feel. Slowly, he closes the door behind you and waddles with you through the apartment. It’s awkward with the way he clings to you, but he doesn’t care. He takes you all the way to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with you squished underneath, and his heart flutters at your laughter.

“What’s this?” you tease.

“You were gone too long,” he says instead of answering, and you laugh again.

Despite your playful words, you soothingly pat the back of Seokmin’s head as you speak. “Well, it’s not every day your kid sister dumps her fiance.”

“She’s not a kid anymore.”

“To you, maybe,” you counter. “To me, she’ll always be my kid sister.”

Seokmin hums into your skin, already feeling the effects of holding you in his arms. He’s insanely tired. Still, he cares enough to ask, “How is she?”

“Heartbroken.” You sigh, a frown on your lips that Seokmin can guess is there rather than see it. “But she’ll get better. She’s strong like that.”

“Mhmm...” Seokmin’s eyes are closed -- have been since falling into bed with you -- and he’s starting to drift off. Before he can fully lose himself though, he lifts up on his elbows so he hovers above you, a drowsy smile on his face. He dips low, meeting his lips with yours in a soft, lazy kiss. You reciprocate at the exact same level, simply pursing your lips and not asking for anything more. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you say, closing your eyes to kiss him again.

Seokmin can’t say which kisses of yours are his favourite; he thinks he may get a new one every time. Whenever your lips are on his will be his favourite, he thinks.

He presses his forehead to yours, mirroring your wide smile with one of his own, eyes drifting shut once again. Collapsing on top of you, he hugs you tight, ready to fall asleep right then and there atop the covers.

“Seokmin,” you whisper, kissing his temple and twisting so you’re on your side. “I need to brush my teeth.”

He groans; hugs you tighter.

You laugh. Your hands move to push him off, though you put no real effort into it. “I gotta change too, sunshine. I’ll be right back.”

Propping himself up again, Seokmin opens his eyes to meet your sparkling ones.

“Hey,” he says. He kisses you again, and your smile persists.

“Hey.”

You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, grazing your thumbs over his skin as if to test that he’s real. He loves when you do that.

His lips meet yours; soft, warm.

“You wanna get married?”

“Mmm...” you hum in a sleepy daze. Your hands pull him down for yet another kiss, this one lasting longer, though still as sweet and slow as the others. When you retract, you wrap your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “Can I brush my teeth first?”

Seokmin sleeps better tonight than he ever has before.

#crying… #i miss him #comfort #fave #seokmin

[pepperonidk]

yall i saw seventeen in concert yesterday and when i say it was a top 3 experience in my life… i mean it. fireworks, a drone show, all my love and monster live, pi cheolin mention in never ending aju nice, ot13 super and god of music 😭 AND DK RIPPING HIS PANTS 😭😭😭 that was such a once in a lifetime event and idk how to move on

#i had nosebleeds but it’s fine whatever #i still can’t believe i was there #jem speaks #seventeen #follow again to incheon

[pepperonidk]

I GOT SEATS !!!!! that was insane 😭

svt tickets on sale in 30 min im shitting myself rn

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svt tickets on sale in 30 min im shitting myself rn

#IM SO NERVOUS #jem speaks

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#i was scared of the advertisements of the bourne legacy #it sounded like someone was coming for me literally #8 years old and scared as shit

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she's 25? she should be in her bed on her phone

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BSS featuring Pi Cheolin is so incredibly funny to me and the way none of SVT knew they were gonna see him on stage like that 😭 no one is being silly little guys the way they do it

#bss #seventeen #jem speaks

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joshua * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

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the risk i'm willing to take

NOTE. third email has arrived. please please reblog and leave a comment if you want to be added to this series' taglist.

PAIRING. joshua x you

GENRE. slight angst, hurt/comfort

WARNINGS. none

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this song is my favorite opm song 🖐️😓

"it's like the night is ours.

it's as if we are the only one here

and we're dancing as if we'll never let go."

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to. [email protected]

subject. emails i can't send 3/13

joshua, you have achieved your dreams.

 

before all else, i have always known that i would be writing this email, ever since we first became friends. i have always known that someday i will go back to my laptop and type another one of these messages that no one's going to read. so far, this is the third time.

 

the last time i wrote an email that a person will never receive was almost 3 years ago, and before i begin with expressing my gratitude, i will just say that i hate you for taking that path (for now), but thank you so much for leaving.

 

thank you so much for leaving my life, joshua hong.

 

thank you for stopping me from questioning whether there is more to us than friendship. you can't and will never be able to answer that, and neither will i.

 

i don't think i'm ready. i don't think i ever will. i am scared to write another email. hell, i am scared right now as i am writing this. for no reason at all.

 

joshua, i am so proud of you for taking another step in your career.

 

i am so proud of you for not letting me or anyone hold you back.

 

i am proud of you for not falling in love with me.

 

i am proud of you, and i am so thankful that you gave me a friendship that brought my hopes and dreams back to life.

 

joshua, you taught me how to dream again, as if i had never known how before, and for a while i thought we were going to dream together.

 

then i realized that i was just a part of your journey. i was your mere comfort zone amidst the chaos of your limelight. i was your blanket that comforted you despite the worry and doubts that constantly ran through your mind.

 

it's impossible for us to dream together when you have a different dream.

 

but if the time comes and you decide to dream another dream with me,

 

i hope i am not so scared anymore.

 

i hope i will not just recognize the risk but actually acknowledge it.

 

i hope that one day i will not just gaze at the risk from afar and actually take it.

 

because for me, you are the risk that i would willingly take.

 

until then, hong, i hope you are happy.

 

sincerely,

your best friend

 

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