#cafeshuaaa

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ envy ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis you never knew he could be so envious of his own bandmates. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!au / jealous shua / sort of insecure josh if you look hard at the end / its sweet overall tho  ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing joshua x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.9k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by anon, ily2<3

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Y/n l/n, a growing rookie solo artist under Pledis Entertainment but if anyone knew you well enough, they’d also know you as Joshua Hong of Seventeen’s partner. Joshua had long debuted by the time that you’d become a trainee under Pledis’ strict ways but he and Seventeen often visited you while you were practising. They remembered their trainee days well and they offered an array of support to you during the harsh times when they hit you. Pledis had already made it clear they had no intentions of debuting you in a group - they didn’t exactly have the trainees to debut a group and they also weren’t exactly scouting for any. You didn’t mind, perhaps being a solo artist would make your talents thrive even more. 

After your debut with a catchy, summery girl crush song in the month of June, you were quick to gain popularity as Pledis’ latest rookie. But it came as even a shock to Seventeen’s millions of fans when it was hinted in an interview with Seventeen that they’d be having a comeback soon - and even more of a shock when they let it slip that it was a collaboration with you. In the time leading up to it, you’d never spent more time with Seventeen’s members without Joshua around. Yet you had to work with both Soonyoung and Jihoon almost daily. 

“What if we add this part to the pre-chorus?” You mumbled from where you sat beside Jihoon in his studio. Jihoon made a soft noise, watching your finger trace the screen of his laptop where you were both working on the instrumental of the song. The track would be on their newest album they were preparing for and in all honestly, Jihoon had admitted to you that it was nice to have someone to share the work of writing music with for once. 

“I mean we can test it, definitely.” Jihoon nodded, dragging the part you were focusing on and letting you test where you were thinking of putting it. The two of you sat quiet as you listened to it play, tapping your feet quietly. 

“Opinion?” Your gaze glanced over to Jihoon’s furrowed brows. He nodded, running his hand through his hair just as the door to his studio opened and Joshua and Mingyu shuffled into the dark room. A smile crept upon your face, leaning your head back as Joshua leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“How’s it going in here?” Mingyu hummed, throwing himself onto the couch by the wall as Joshua continued to stay behind you, his hands on your shoulders. Jihoon sloped back in his chair, looking at his laptop screen.

“Well y/n might have just made a turning point in this, we moved a part from a verse to the pre-chorus and it’s not too shabby,” Jihoon chuckled, glancing over at you. You beamed with pride but you couldn’t help but falter under it, your cheeks turning red as Joshua’s hands squeezed your shoulders slightly and you thought it was out of reassurance, “I mean we can always get your opinions on it too?”

“Sure,” Joshua mused, looking over at Mingyu who nodded, “would love to see what my girlfriend’s brilliant mind is up to in here.”

You wasn’t stupid, you caught onto how Joshua emphasised the ‘my’ in his sentence and you slowly glanced up at him, trying to hide the fact your heart did mini backflips when he smiled his little bunny teeth down at you as Jihoon began to play the sample of the song. Pursing your lips, you looked away from him embarrassedly. Maybe he was just being proud of you and you were overthinking it. 

-

For a week straight, you had to spend time with Soonyoung and his handy choreographers in the dance studio trying to figure out how you could be incorporated into a Seventeen choreography. You’d figured that would be difficult enough, you were definitely not as skilled when it came to dance as Seventeen were and your dances as a solo artist were simple enough thanks to only having two back-up dances. 

Hence, you spent more time with Soonyoung trying to learn this dance he was setting up for all of you than you had spent in Jihoon’s studio writing a whole song with him. Of course, this left you aching and constantly exhausted.

“You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” the warm voice of your boyfriend hummed as he entered the living room, a towel around his neck since he’d not long emerged from the shower, “let me guess, Soonyoung?”

You whined, nodding gently as your whole body hurt to move while you shuffled on the couch to make room for Joshua to sit himself down.

“How the hell do you deal with his choreographies?” You mumbled, curling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. He chuckled a little. 

“I’m used to it by now,” Joshua sighed, tilting his head back. You traced his jawline with your eyes and the way his eyelashes fluttered shut, “it’s almost like my girlfriend spends more time with my band than me.”

You snorted, sitting up to look at him as he turned his head, smirking a little.

“You rascal- I can’t believe you,” you laughed, hitting his shoulder as his grip tightened on your hip, “there’s no way you, Joshua Hong, are jealous right now?”

“I mean, why shouldn’t I be?” He whined, pulling you closer so you were borderline on his lap, “Jihoon and Soonyoung have seen you consecutively for two weeks now, every day.”

“Because they’re the most important two when it comes to releasing a comeback,” you huffed, shaking your head, “and now that we’ve done all the hard work, you get me all to yourself again - except for promotions... and the music video...”

“I get it, I get it.” Joshua scoffed, finally pulling you onto his lap as you rested against his chest. You could feel the heat of his body through his shirt and you just knew he’d cooked himself alive in his shower.

“I still can’t believe it,” you continued and Joshua groaned loudly, recognising you were never going to drop it, “you are so..”

Joshua cut you off, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Handsome?” He poked when you pulled apart. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Stupid.” You taunted, flicking his forehead. 

-

The time came where the fourteen of you crowded into Seventeen’s dance studio, vigorously learning the dance Soonyoung and yourself had concocted with the help of a few choreographers. The air was thick with tense energy as the lot of you focused heavily on not messing this up, the others learning intently from Soonyoung and yourself.

“You made it too difficult this time.” Seungcheol scoffed as they all fell to the dance studio floor in breathless pants and covered in sweat. Soonyoung chuckled as Seungcheol chugged his water from his bottle, the plastic crinkling even though you thought the water was probably lukewarm by now. 

“It was all down to y/n here, she’s a much better idol than us by far.” He gloated, his hand patting your shoulder and lingering as he flushed you in compliments. Heat rose to your ears, making you laugh nervously as you shook your head and waved your hands to brush off the compliment. Across the room, you’d noticed Joshua’s narrowed eyes on Soonyoung’s lingering hand. 

“No no no,” you laughed, a little awkward as you took a step away from Soonyoung so his hand fell, “this was all on you guys - the song especially, Jihoon.” 

The group chorused in soft compliments to you, some mimicking your debut song or doing some of the dance to it at least as you sauntered to the tense aura of your boyfriend by the wall. 

“Shua?” You whispered to try get his attention as you sat down and he didn’t raise his gaze from his food, “Josh? Joshu-”

“Yes?” He mumbled, finally raising his eyes to look at you. You pouted, puffing your cheeks as your arms folded across your chest and you threw yourself back against the wall. Joshua leaned back against the wall, much more calmer than you. 

“Can you stop acting like a toddler in a sulk just because one of them touched me?” You huffed under your breath, not turning to acknowledge your boyfriend as he turned to look at you. He sighed, looking away.

“It’s not that, baby,” Joshua cleared his throat gently, his long fingers fiddling with his empty plastic water bottle, “but maybe it’d be best to discuss it at home.”

Your tongue poked your cheek and Joshua knew you wasn’t happy with delaying this conversation until later that night but you settled for it when he hooked an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he pressed a kiss to your head. You could perhaps forgive him for moments like these. 

-

Joshua was reluctant to cook dinner and your whole body thrashed in pain whenever you moved, so you were more than reluctant to cook - especially if you’d be doing it alone. That meant that Joshua ordered takeaway again, running you a hot bath as he sat on the toilet seat lid and kept you company in the dim bathroom kept light by a few candles Joshua had lit. 

“Are you going to talk now on why it was so criminal for Soonyoung to touch me earlier?” You mumbled, your eyes closed as you tilted your head back and took in the way the bubbles tickled at your skin and the heat hugged you in comfort. 

“When you were still a trainee - before we got together - we spent a lot of time with you, right?” Joshua started, waiting for you to nod in confirmation as you finally opened your eyes to look over at him, “well the guys would always talk about you, like constantly. Soonyoung especially, man he was head over heels for you.”

“So you’re worried Soonyoung still likes me?” your voice was quiet after hours of yelling over the song you’d written with Jihoon to help teach the choreography with Soonyoung, “baby you know it doesn’t matter if he does - right? Who am I dating?”

“Me?” Joshua replied, almost uncertainly since he was quite confused why you’d asked it in the first place - of course you were dating him.

“Then why the fuck would I care about Soonyoung? I couldn’t give a shit if he came to me with hundreds of roses and a new car, Josh,” you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned onto the side of the bath, looking up at Joshua’s clear skin, “don’t be so silly, baby. You’re mine.”

A soft smile crept across Joshua’s face as he admired the way you folded your arms on the side on the bath, resting your chin on them as your eyes looked up at him ever so innocently. He had to laugh mentally over how the bubbles consumed your form in the bathtub and the way the ends of your hair was wet from soaking in the water but the top of your hair was dry. Joshua could stare at every blemish on your face and body and he’d still happily gloat that you were his. 

With that thought in mind, he leaned down to meet your face and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss, reciprocating. 

“It’s funny that you were jealous though.” You whispered against his lips and he scoffed, pulling away. Your hand reached up, covered in bubbles as you blew them into his face.

“You’re so mean,” he sighed, wiping some bubbles on his face, “but you’re mine so I’ll cope.”

#cafeshuaaa #joshua hong #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen joshua #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt #svt joshua #idol!au #requested fanfic

[leejungchans]

hello i hear smth about bodyguard cheol i’m ascending don’t do this to me i have four husbands sol i’m very loyal to them i swear- 😃

BWBEBWBEHJEJEJEJEKWB bodyguard!cheol whose biceps flex whenever he crosses his arms oops 🤭🤭🤭🤭

#dahlia ☁️💕 #cafeshuaaa #moots <3 #sol answers

[husbandhoshi]

safe travels on your flight !! not too long ago i was thinking about baking with the svt members and which members it would be an awful idea to bake with and soonyoung would be a nightmare? he’s out here bringing his tiger plushies into the kitchen and taking photos of them with the steps of the recipe as if they’re baking bc i’m convinced this man runs an instagram for his tiger plush’s adventures 🤨 but not only that he has a one-man concert dancing to a playlist and also makes the biggest mess and when you point it out he literally swarms you and hugs tf out of you so you have no choice but to also be involved in the mess and ngl he’d probably fuck up the recipe in between taking photos of tiger plushies.. accidentally adds two spoons of sunflower oil or forgets the fucking water

thank you !! heheh just landed <3

and stop that is SO cute 😭😭 i feel like hosh doesn’t quite get the chemistry and measurements part of baking and wants to just eye everything. he’ll be like, “ok but does it really Need water,” and you’re saying, “yes babe there’s a recipe for a reason!”

and i totally hear you on the tiger plushie thing, another ask mentioned adopting pets with svt… i feel like hosh would totally want to start an ig for his pet and take them everywhere 💔

#GAH!!!!!! domesticity!!!!!!! #honestly i cook/bake like soonyoung except usually i get it right lmao #music and a mess are a given! #cafeshuaaa #ask

[jeongwife]

yep, this one right here officer she’s dangerous!

I DID NOTHING WRONG THOUGH 😩 i’m too much of a wimp for jail

— lily

#cafeshuaaa #🌷 answers! #answered!

[gfcheol]

wip tag

tagged by: @heartkyeom ty so much for tagging me!!!💞

Game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

late blooming pt1 - sugar daddy!wonwoo (slowburn, emotional constipation)

beauty to behold - prince!jeonghan (mutual pining, forbidden love)

love me dead - assassin!vernon (this one is very much leon the professional inspired but not well. with a 12 year old)

untitled friends to lovers wonwoo fic i've been working on/off for a few weeks

white orchids - vampire!minghao (erotica inspired, tender feelings, emotional smut)

tagging: @bfwonu, @97-liners, @crimsoncauldron, @neonun-au, @a1sh1teruu, @cafeshuaaa, @candiedmingyu, @fairiewonu, @husbandhoshi yeah i tagged more ppl bc i can :D aka i lost two of my wips oops

#tag games #this was so fun to do tbh

[wonwoonlight]

wip game

my dumbass forgot to do this thank you @cafeshuaaa @ksywoo @justasoftstan for tagging me! i luv games like this aaaa

game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

hc / chan - something warm

jh in another life

jihoon au

just one day / yjh

kmg - what goes around

multiverse!au - jeonghan

sc - acc pregnancy

shua

there's not a single star in the sky - kmg

*edited bc my dumbass missed these:

? ww

yjh - ch friend / another walk

ver 2 - there's not a single star in the sky / kmg

tagging: @twogyuu @boowanie @ethereal-engene and whoever wanna do this bc idk anyone else sdkjfdnfjhd but pls don't feel burdened to do so if you dont want to or if you have already<3

#tag game #aaaaaa i like tag games #do send me an ask if youre curious 😚

[wondernus]

wip tag

tagged by: @etherealyoungk & @cafeshuaaa (ty for tagging me cuties 🥺)

game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

series:

two nights and a wedding (m - lipglossjun)

package received!

long written fics:

when we meet

three times (day and night ver.)

yuck! (m - lipglossjun)

untitled fantasy fiction (never touching this ever)

she came in spring and left with the seasons rewrite

imagines/reactions:

older brother!seungcheol - concert video message

wondernus' note: wondernus & lipglossjun's fics are all in the same wip folder so they're both included, but if anybody 18+ wants to know about the mature (m) fics, feel free to ask on either wondernus or lipglossjun. they'll be directed to the lipglossjun account.

tagging some of my precious writer friends: @sleeplessdawn, @justasoftstan, @anothershorthuman, @sw1mmingfoolz, @yeppeudau

#💬 #🏷 ━ thank you for tagging me

[softfor-svtptg]

so was tagged by @yourlocaltimetraveler for this tag game :)) here are the rules:

“make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your URL”

s: sweet - the boyz

o: ode to sleep - twenty one pilots

f: fever - enhypen

t: teenage heartbreak queen - palaye royale

f: fallin’ - monsta x

o: open mind - wonho

r: riot - three days grace

s: shit show - peter mcpoland

v: venom - bvndit

t: thanks - seventeen

p: playing god - polyphia

t: the fall - lovejoy

g: good boy gone bad - txt

I tag: @ukiyoexo @cherryeoo @hvnlyhongjoong @up-roarr @simplyquetzo @cafeshuaaa @pastel-jihye @teahasastupidusername-blog @all-for-yunhoseok @jinniebit @sxcret-garden @sankyeom @milkyeudaemonia

#the boyz #top #palaye royale #monsta x #kpop #seventeen #lovejoy #tag games #mutuals

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ make you bite your words ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis all you want in the world is to make your rival bite his words when he gets too cocky at a competition. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / gamer!wonwoo / gamer!reader / team captain!couple / cocky wonwoo / cocky reader / drunk seventeen, so alcohol is involved and boisterous behaviour / a little enemies to lovers vibe ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing wonwoo x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note the video game in question is overwatch because its the only thing i have common sense about // also this is fuelled by the fact overwatch league is happening right now

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You tapped your pen against the desk, staring amongst your team as they sat idly waiting your decisions for the upcoming tournament. You were to yet again play against enemy schools’ Overwatch teams as usual and that meant you were also once more going to face your rival - Jeon Wonwoo. He was the team captain for one of the enemy teams and you despised each other thoroughly. It always became more than a competition between the two of you.

“What roster are we going to start with?”  Mingyu spoke up from your left, where he was chewing a piece of gum. The others proceeded to raise their heads, as if remembering why they were there. You hummed, pausing the tapping of your pen.

“Well we’re against Yonsei first,” you uttered, tilting your head back, “they’re strong on their supports so we need to counter them with damage, focus their supports and cut off healing.”

Mingyu nodded at your response, his eyes drifting around the team.

“That means Chan and Minghao would be our ideal damage picks, right?” Seokmin spoke up and there was numerous agreements amongst your team as you nodded.

“Yeah. Gyu, can I put you on the bench for damage?” You turned back to the tall male and he flashed a bright grin at you, nodding, “Seokmin, I want you and Vernon on tank so we can maybe run a dive comp.” 

Your eyes fell to Seungkwan and the corners of your mouth turned up as so did his. He nodded his head before the words even needed to come out of your mouth, knowing the two of you would be the team’s supports. The group turned back to talking amongst themselves, discussing comps you could use and which damage you’d like to go for. You watched before your eyelashes fluttered shut and you considered what it would be like to win against Yonsei again, to see that look of defeat on Wonwoo’s usually cocky face. The way he’d hold a smirk so surely during your matches up until victory shines in your face.

You could almost scoff at the thought. His ego was huge for such a quiet man, one that you would find attractive if it wasn’t for the rivalry and asshole attitude. You tuned into your team making dinner plans, arguing over whether or not to go for Korean barbeque. 

“I say we go but we make Mingyu pay,” you teased, opening your eyes to see Mingyu’s shocked face. When he said nothing, you stood up, “thanks Gyu!”

-

You threw the hand warmer back and forth between your hands, admiring the crowds of students and families that had come to watch the tournament today. You glanced back over your shoulder at your team, adorning their team jerseys as they chatted idly - waiting for the caster to begin to introduce the teams. As the caster greeted the crowds, welcoming to the tournament, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you that you couldn’t explain. Your hand shot out to the bottle on the surface beside you, taking a gulp of water anxiously. Vernon patted your shoulder.

“Nerves?” He kept his voice low, knowing how much you valued your reputation as the team captain. You flashed a meek smile, nodding with a defeated sigh.

“I always get them, even if I’m confident we’ll do fine.” You admitted with an embarrassed laugh to which Vernon smiled at, bringing his arm around your shoulder as Yonsei’s team were introduced, walking onto the stage.

“We’ll do absolutely fine, y/n.” Vernon reassured you. You watched the enemy team closely, from their supports - Lee Jihoon and Joshua Hong -, their tanks - Jeon Wonwoo and Choi Seungcheol - and finally their damage - Kwon Soonyoung and Wen Junhui. -

Another pat was felt on your back as Mingyu joined you and Vernon. He smiled, listening to the caster.

“Time to meet your opponents; Seoul University!” The caster yelled excitedly, causing a booming round of applause from the audience. You held your breath, “starting with their damage today, Lee Chan and Xu Minghao.”

The two walked past you, heading up onto the stage to stand in front of the row of monitors and gaming computers you’d be using today. There was more reaction from the crowds and you thought about whether your family had actually turned up. The caster called for Lee Seokmin and Vernon Chwe next, meaning you were left with no warmth around your shoulders as Vernon left your side. Your breath was laboured as Seungkwan moved to take his place, holding your clammy hand in his as he tried to break a reassuring smile at you but it came out just as nervous as the two of you felt.

“And finally, their supports Boo Seungkwan and y/n l/n!” Your hands parted as you let Seungkwan head onto the stage first, his smile becoming bright as he waved. You followed his steps, ignoring that your legs were absolute jelly as you waved towards the audience with your most confident smile, standing beside Seungkwan once more with a different atmosphere between you both. The caster requested the team captains met at centre stage before the games began and your breath hitched in your throat. Seungkwan flashed you a look and you nodded.

Your legs didn’t have to carry you far, so you had to watch silently as Wonwoo approached you, already wearing that smirk.

“Already confident you’ll win?” You muttered as he stood before you, towering over you like Mingyu would. Wonwoo scoffed.

“Sure thing sweetheart, don’t let the nerves mess you up too much.” He threw back, causing you to raise a brow as you eyed him. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be biting those words by the end of this.” The words didn’t mean to come out in such a condescending tone with a low hiss but you were tired of the cocky male belittling you when your win rate was higher than his. You parted, heading to your seats to begin.

-

Things were going more than well amongst your team, as you’d manage to take two of the maps so far and were only in need of one more map for your well deserved victory. It was Route 66, not your favourite payload map but you’d take any payload map that you had a chance to play Ana on - and so you did. Yonsei’s Soonyoung had chosen Genji, causing issues for you as he lowered your health drastically and began to chase.

“They’re targetting me,” you told your team through the team voice chat, “by spawn, it’s their Genji.”

Vernon appeared on Rein, shielding you as you used your nade to restore your health. Wonwoo had also appeared on Rein to protect his Genji as your team had gathered to defend you. In between hitting shots on Vernon to heal him, you’d managed to shoot past him and one of your shots landed on Wonwoo who was already inexplicably low on health. The shot killed him, coming up in the kill feed seconds later.

You could hear your team laughing through their mics in the voice chat, giving you small praises as you continued to defend. Blood roared in your ears and you slyly took a glance at Wonwoo, watching his tongue poke his cheek as he looked incredibly annoyed at his monitor. ‘Biting your words yet?’ You thought to yourself as you focused once more. 

-

Your team took Route 66 with ease, leaving you with a 3-0 win in your honour as you removed your headset. The volume of the crowds suddenly enhanced as you were faced with the noise of reality, making you wince as your team gathered around your chair to celebrate with a hug. You let out a relieved sigh, laughing as the sweaty men engulfed you.

-

Backstage you sat alone once more on one of the couches, tapping through social media on your phone. Your team had all gone to speak to their families, leaving you with some peace to process yet another victory. You hadn’t expected for your team to roll Yonsei this tournament but they didn’t even manage to reverse sweep and take a win from you. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear as someone approached you, with an iced coffee in one of his hands and his other hand shoved into his jean pocket.

“Good game.” His deep voice suddenly spoke and you almost dropped your phone as you jumped, your body jolting a little as he caught you off guard. Your eyes turned to look up at Wonwoo, slightly bewildered. He’d never came to say anything to you after a game.

“Hm. You too.” Your voice was low as you sat up properly, eyeing him. He didn’t seem to carry the smug attitude he usually had and he wasn’t exactly smirking either but you didn’t know how to process his kindness without being hostile. Wonwoo rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“I suppose you made me bite my words, huh?” He looked around the room, which was a dressing room used for the theatre kids. Your team had used it to chill before and after the tournament today, leaving their stuff here with you while they disappeared, “I suppose I deserved it.”

Your fingers fumbled nervously as you looked down, unsure how to respond for some time. This was unlike the relationship the two of you had, cussing each other out before every match your teams played, death glares and smirks galore.

“We’re going for barbeque and drinks, my team wanted to know if you and your team wanted to join. We’ll pay, you did win after all.” Wonwoo chuckled, sipping his iced coffee. You chewed your lower lip, feeling unexpected heat rising to your cheeks.

“We’ll have to meet you there, they’re all talking to their families right now.” You surprised yourself taking Wonwoo’s offer. Yet as he stood there, his hair looking oddly soft and his skin borderline porcelain, you didn’t surprise yourself - did you?

-

Even your team doubted you when you told them what had happened but as they sat amongst Wonwoo’s team, stuffing their faces and playing drinking games, that doubt had definitely dissolved. With red faces and slurred words, you could only roll your eyes as you texted your flatmate to let her know you might need a ride back - with multiple males, that is. She agreed to pick you up before she scolded you to put your phone down and socialise for once.

An arm was slung around your shoulder, pulling you into the male’s side. Vernon beamed at you, popping some beef from the barbeque into his mouth. You creased, slapping his chest.

“You reek, Hansol.” You whined, pulling away from him and making the others laugh as he pouted.

“You don’t drink, y/n?” Joshua asked from opposite you on the table - you shook your head at the older male, “neither.”

It was comforting to know there was at least one other sober person sat at the table with you however you were outnumbered by the amount of horrifically smelling males and Joshua was very aware of that as he rubbed his temple. 

“Yah, y/n do you like anyone?” Jeonghan spoke up with a slight slur to his words. You were way too sober to answer that, you thought as you sent a small glance in Wonwoo’s direction where he was staring at Jeonghan. Scared he’ll get embarrassed by his team’s drunken antics? You didn’t exactly get a chance to open your mouth and evade the question as Mingyu opened his loud mouth, making you groan.

“Y/n never likes anyone,” he huffed like a child, taking another shot of soju, “she wouldn’t even tell us if she did!”

Your team nodded amongst each other as if their minds weren’t fuzz from all the alcohol and they could actually understand the conversation topic. Soonyoung let out flamboyant gasp, his hands flying to his face.

“Really? Wonwoo tells us everything-” he was cut off by the man, who looked like the conversation alone had sobered him up.

“That’s enough guys...” He chuckled awkwardly, patting Soonyoung’s shoulder who was pursing his lips.

“What’s wrong Woo? We won’t tell them you like y/n, silly.” Soonyoung voiced explicitly loud and yet you froze on the spot, your cheeks flushing a bright red as if you had been drinking as much as your team. Wonwoo cleared his throat, looking down with a small sigh as he hid his face. Your team gathered to you, compiled with wolf whistles and odd comments that you could only assume was the alcohol speaking. 

-

The night began to draw to an end, your flatmate parking her car in front of the restaurant as you herded your wasted team into the vehicle. Your flatmate would make comments occasionally, especially at how boisterous they was. 

“Oh my God you guys stink,” she laughed and you groaned, “bet you regret agreeing now, don’t you?”

“In more ways than one, give me a moment.” You flashed her a smile through her open passenger window where she was waiting for you as you closed the back door. She nodded, watching as you headed towards Yonsei’s slurring team.

Wonwoo and Joshua were the ones clambering them into the mini van, occasionally cursing under their breaths as a member would escape as they weren’t looking. Joshua caught you approaching first, clearing his throat as he excused himself to end up wrestling Seungcheol. Wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look at you.

“I am so sorry for them, I-” Wonwoo began to spurt out words in an embarrassed panic and you shook your head, cutting him off.

“No, it’s okay, I knew I would never hear it from your own mouth.” You mused, wrapping your jacket around your body some more as a harsh winter wind blew around the two of you. Wonwoo stared at you, unsure how to process your presence after he was outed so casually by his own team. Yet as he watched the wind whip your hair around, your body beginning to shake a little as your lower lip trembled in the cold, he knew this conversation was on limited time. Boldly, he stepped forward towards you, his body blocking the gusts of wind as he towered over you once more as he had done on the stage earlier that day. 

You stared up at him, smiling despite the weather’s harsh conditions in the restaurant’s car park. Wonwoo let out a small, breathy laugh before he leant down and pressed his lips to yours, his arms finding their way around you as the wind almost knocked your balance. Your sweater paws reached up, grabbing handfuls of his shirt until your knuckles were white as you lifted yourself to your tiptoes, bringing yourself closer to Wonwoo.

As uncomfortable as you may have been that night surrounded by alcohol and drunken men, you finally got the reason behind Wonwoo’s asshole attitude and condescending smirk and it was all you could have wished for.  

#cafeshuaaa #jeon wonwoo #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt wonwoo #gamer!au #overwatch #enemies to lovers #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen wonwoo

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❝ finally ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis the last member without a relationship, the group make sure to remind him of it daily. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!jeonghan / seventeen with established relationships / taunting jeonghan (how the tables have turned) ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing jeonghan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.7k words

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Jeonghan tapped his foot, his arms folded across his chest as they sat sprawled out across the dance studio’s floor. The room echoed with heavy pants for air after their practise and yet the conversation always seemed to find its way to him as he sat quietly, not even bothering the maknae of the group like usual. 

“How long is it going to take for you to find someone?” Seungcheol whined, pointing his finger at the other 95 line male. Seungcheol had been in a relationship for four years now with it not only being public but he was preparing for proposal now too. Mingyu hummed from where he was most likely also texting his partner - Jeonghan could tell from the stupid grin he was trying to hide while he typed. 

“Maybe hyung just likes to take his time.” Vernon tried to reason with the other members, who were adjusted to mocking Jeonghan these days over his lack of relationship. The group wasn’t even aware if the man was speaking to someone anymore since the last time Jeonghan was open about his dating life was when they were trainees and he was in the talking stage with a librarian of all people. 

They knew even then that Jeonghan wouldn’t pursue a relationship with her and after all these years since, it was clearly true. Yet what the members failed to notice was how the man was suddenly obsessed with boba tea, bringing them all milk teas to practise and even turning up to meetings with one in his hand instead of a coffee. Jeonghan was amazed every time that they’d start their taunting that they were so blind to the way that he was falling so heavily in love with a girl from the local boba tea shop near his apartment. 

He’d been speaking to you for months now - still minorly in the talking stage but the two of you were beginning to act like a couple amongst yourselves, bickering over small things like a married couple and bringing out pet names whenever one of you wanted something. He’d stop by at the shop you worked in on the way to the Pledis building almost every day - hence his ability to suddenly grab boba tea for all of the members. The two of you would claim you were in the talking stage if anybody ever questioned but thankfully the only person with a working braincell seemed to be one of your co-workers who was usually on shift with you and saw Jeonghan almost daily. 

On top of this, the two of you were borderline no longer in the talking stage. It was just that neither of you knew how to process the fact that every time you saw each other outside of the work place, you had the major urge to kiss each other like you’d been dating months - but that’s what it felt like to the two of you, so maybe it was a natural feeling. Amidst the silence from Jeonghan, the members finally decided to lay off their teasing and instead to plan a huge group date night - which would be expensive- and yet as Jeonghan listened to them, he knew it would be roped back around to him shortly. 

And so it did, as they reached the topics of their partners’ availability for the night they’d chosen, all of their heads turned in Jeonghan’s direction once more and he rolled his eyes, exhaling.

“We’ll be there.” He stated bluntly and his member’s eyes widened for it was the first time he’d even remotely hinted to his dating life again. 

“Have you been hiding something from us this whole time?” Seokmin raised his voice before quickly apologising under his breath when both Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s eyes landed on him. The members looked between each other in bewilderment.

“I guess you’ll find out,” he yawned as he stood up, grabbing his stuff, “text me the details, would you?”

-

You faltered the moment Jeonghan told you his group’s plans for a date night. He’d invited you specifically to his apartment, albeit not the first time you’d stepped into the strong scents of wood and flora. He’d made dinner for you like he’d usually do when he invited you over, sat across the dining table from you as you both ate. 

“Are you sure?” You whispered uncertainly at Jeonghan’s proposal that the two of you went together. The idea of even meeting his group was scary ever since you discovered Jeonghan’s identity without him even uttering anything but his name to you. You’d opened your social media to see headlines and posts plastered all over your feeds regarding a group called Seventeen, who was climbing quickly in popularity and as you stared at the group photos Dispatch had taken, you recognised the man on the far left with the mask on. 

“Only if you’re comfortable enough,” Jeonghan hummed as he leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink as he glanced over at your timid form, “don’t feel forced or anything - and they’re not that scary if that’s what you’re wondering, especially not with their partners there too.”

You inhaled, nodding as you played with your food a little while you debated this daunting situation heavily. You had grown seriously attached to Jeonghan in the time that you’d been talking and you didn’t want to admit that the thought of the two of you being seen as a couple felt like a fever dream to you, like pure ecstasy despite the anxiety you had from him being an idol. Maybe it was time to take that plunge.

“Alright,” you smiled as Jeonghan’s infamous smile crept upon his face from across the the table, “is there a dress code? I don’t know what to wear.”

“I’ll find that out, Sweetheart, don’t worry,” Jeonghan laughed lightly, watching you begin to eat again now that you had finished overthinking, “they’re supposed to be texting me details but you’ve got a week to go anyway.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, your head feeling light as he once again called you Sweetheart. It was your favourite pet name he used for you and Jeonghan knew that very well from the way you’d curl into him even more if you were cuddling or hide your face while you were making his order. It was the small things that meant a lot to Jeonghan and knowing you felt that way was one of them as his foot brushed yours underneath the table and you once more shared a smile to each other. 

-

The idea of all thirteen group members turning up with all thirteen of the partners was an awful idea, now that the older members - specifically Joshua and Seungcheol, since Jeonghan hadn’t arrived yet - were witnessing it. It took a while to find a place big enough to hold everyone and in the end, the staff had to rent out half of a restaurant in order for the group to fit in and have their privacy as idols - to the extent of the restaurant staff.

“What’s the bets he wont turn up now?” Jihoon mused from beside his partner, most likely the only couple in the vicinity that were almost the same height as the rest of the members would either tower over their partners or leave a few inches to spare - like Joshua and Junhui with their partners. 

“Let’s not be so mean, Jihoon, you already bullied him for being the only single member.” His partner quipped from beside him, slapping his shoulder. He sighed, nodding as he kissed her head. 

“Maybe he had to find a partner in a week just to shut us up.” Chan hummed softly as he watched the traffic on the roads before a taxi pulled up along the curb they had all gathered on outside of the restaurant. Partners glanced at partners as Jeonghan stepped out first, his hand holding yours comfortingly as he held the door open for you to step out. Since the group had opted for a semi-formal approach to the dress code, you’d chosen a short black dress from your wardrobe paired with black heels and to match, Jeonghan had simply chosen a black dress shirt and slacks. 

You smiled shyly from beside Jeonghan as the members greeted the pair of you, with some of the partners flashing you a reassuring smile from where they stood next to the intimidating - in your eyes - males. 

“You actually-” Seungkwan gawked, his eyes landing on your small form beside Jeonghan before Jeonghan cut him off with a hum, nodding.

“Yes, yes.” He chuckled, glancing down at you. You looked back up at the taller male, feeling an urge of confidence as you tiptoed to press your lips to his. Your balance faltered but it didn’t take Jeonghan to find his arm around your waist to keep you stable - and it stayed there even after the kiss had parted. The bewildered group let out hoots and cheers, followed by a chorus of voices going “finally!”

-

The two of you had made it official after that night with almost no choice due to paparazzi catching your kiss outside of the restaurant. You didn’t mind as you yawned, stretching your aching body before curling back up again into a foetal position. A warm hand brushed hair from your face, pressing a kiss to your head as you stirred again, opening your eyes slowly to meet the man. He smiled, pressing another kiss to your skin but this time your nose. 

“Go back to sleep.” He whispered and you furrowed your brows, recognising that sunlight hadn’t even began to flood the room yet. 

“What time is it?” Your raspy voice croaked out and Jeonghan hummed, sitting up and passing you the glass of water he kept on his nightstand. You took it gratefully, sipping the cold liquid to ease the scratchiness you felt in your throat.

“3am,” Jeonghan informed you once you’d finished drinking, putting the glass back on the nightstand before he laid back down. You crawled up to him, placing one of your legs over his as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “I’ll wake you up for breakfast.”

You wanted to question as to why Jeonghan was even awake at that time too but as your eyelids began to feel heavy, all you could mumble out was an “I love you” before you drifted off once more. Jeonghan would smile at this, tracing light patterns onto your skin as he watched how peaceful you were while asleep.

“I love you too.”

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[berriesandjunnie]

❝ ink, linework and a cup of coffee ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis are recommended tattoo artists always this hot? ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / tattoo artist!vernon / vernon with tattoos<3 / the personification of reader is old enough to receive tattoos! / mutual pining? / warning for needles mentioning regarding receiving a tattoo & a lil blood (tattoos are fresh wounds) / also tattooed chan LMAO / reader recently had a breakup / light swearing ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing vernon x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.2k words

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You stared as your best friend fiddled with the saran wrap around his lower arm, wincing a little as it tugged on his now delicate skin. You’d both agreed to meet over a coffee after Chan’s tattoo appointment and merely an hour later he was excitedly unwrapping its protective covering to showcase his new ink to you. Albeit, you were quite excitedly awaiting to see the new art he’d littered to his body. Despite having tattoos of your own, you could never keep up with the pace of how many Chan seemed to acquire in a month - it’d been months since your last and you were craving the feeling of the tattoo gun again. 

It was simply because you went to two separate artists. Chan travelled further in Seoul than you and for this specific tattoo, even further than usual. He’d been to a tattoo artist a friend recommended to him - Chan didn’t state much else. Whereas you went to a dingy store in a side alley by your apartment complex. Everything was fine, professionally licensed and all but you couldn’t help but curse the prices he charged. You knew damn well the effort, time and costs going into it but it was the only thing holding you back from getting another one. You had to save up first. 

Chan’s saran wrap finally fell, albeit a little bloody and you could finally admire the ink on the pale skin of his arm. Fresh and yet to heal, Chan’s forearm was now decorated with his artist’s own version of The Great Wave off Kanagawa - one of your favourite art pieces by Hokusai. A gasp left your lips and Chan laughed, staring down in admiration at his tattoo too. 

“I knew you’d like it!” Chan exclaimed, watching you lean a little closer to glance at the shading and details his tattoo artist had put in. Your teeth tugged at your lower lip, chewing it as you leaned back in your chair.

“That’s sick, Chan!” You beamed, finally wording your amazement, “I bet it cost a bomb though.”

Chan shook his head, making you quirk a brow as you waited for him to explain.

“Nah, he’s such a chill guy - so reasonably priced too,” Chan hummed, taking a sip of the coke he’d ordered, “I told him how much I had and what ideas I had and he did this on the spot.”

With your mouth gaping, you leaned onto the table in front of you, holding your breath a little.

“Can I maybe get his instagram?”

-

Your eyes fell to your phone as you sat, curled up on your couch under a crocheted blanket watching your favourite movie for the hundredth time. You let out a noise - should you message the tattoo artist? You’d learnt from Chan that his name was Vernon. You should at least see his availability, right? If he’s this good he’s probably packed out on appointments for months. Groaning, you reached for your phone on the coffee table and pulled up instagram. 

y/n: hey, sorry i know this is late, a friend of mine came to you for a tattoo and recommended you y/n: i know you’re probably booked up, so could you let me know if you get a space?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lowering your phone. Why had you been so nervous to message him? Perhaps because you’d stuck out with the same tattoo artist for years to the point where you’d reached a comfortable level with him. A sigh left your lips and you sipped at your hot cup of coffee as you awaited his response.

inkbyvernon: lol it’s not too late don’t worry  inkbyvernon: i got plenty of spaces rn here’s my schedule inkbyvernon: https://docs.google.com/document/2223schedule inkbyvernon: just let me know whenever (:

Slowly, you gaze drifted through the google document Vernon had sent in response to your enquiries. He was barely booked in, causing you to frown. His art and work were so good, why wasn’t he being appreciated for it? Humming, you leaned back on the couch. 

y/n: i can do tomorrow’s 10:30 for you inkbyvernon: neat, what’s the deal? y/n: i’m giving you full control, i have 395,000won rn y/n: maybe a little starry night by van gogh theme? inkbyvernon: nice taste inkbyvernon: i’ll draw up some sketches now and send you them in thats alright? y/n: yeah i don’t sleep yet haha

-

You hadn’t quite expected his studio to be so perfectly placed by the Han river, overlooking the views and scenery on the third floor of a nearby building. The studio itself was quaint and you could only note Vernon was the only tattoo artist who used it. It smelt of freshly ground coffee beans with the slightest floral aroma from the numerous plants he’d dotted around the place for colour. Other than that, he’d decorated it in a - majority - black and white aesthetic, with tints of gold. And the tattoo artist himself? You could have drooled when he answered the studio door. 

Dark, messy hair and a sharp jawline, his pasty skin was decorated in more tattoos than you could have imagined. Considering he was wearing a plain black t-shirt, part of you questioned whether he was hiding even more. He smiled, showing a set of straight, white pearly teeth as he stepped aside. 

“Y/n, right?” He hummed, not missing the tiny smile you cracked on your lips as you nodded in response, “nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you mused, admiring how healthy his monstera plant looked, “this place is beautiful.”

“Costs a bomb on rent though,” Vernon chuckled, shutting the door behind you as he wandered over to the tattoo chair, where he’d already set up, “take a seat.”

Your legs wandered nervously to the black leather chair wrapped in sterilised saran wrap, watching as he fiddled with inks and needles. Humming, you turned your head to take in the view - which you admit was breath-taking from this height. 

“Can I get you a drink before we start?” Vernon piped up again, his eyes landing on you as he adored the angle he had on you sat above him. The way your hair fell over your shoulders and the side profile he had on you while you gazed out of the window, “of course, we can take breaks, if you need.”

“Can I have a coffee, please?”

-

It was like an addiction, you scoffed mentally as you scrolled through pinterest at tattoo ideas. Yet was it the feeling on the tattoo gun on your skin, needles massaging your skin as they painted permanent work into your skin like a canvas or was it him? Was he the addiction?

“Ain’t no way you’re thinking of another tattoo already,” Chan quipped as he returned from his apartment kitchen, two cups of coffee in his hands, “you’re catching up to me!”

“Maybe that’s the idea,” you teased, thanking him as he passed you your coffee, “his work is just too good.”

Chan’s eyes scanned over your face as you held out one of your arms, admiring the numerous inked works of Vernon that now littered your skin. Sometimes you were going at least once a week to his studio, you’d get a headache if you couldn’t smell the sanitiser he used for longer than eight days at the least.

“You’re down bad.” Chan mumbled, raising his mug to his lips. You scoffed, glaring over at him. 

“I do not like him!” You exclaimed defensively and Chain quirked a brow. You tensed, maybe you’d been too defensive. Chan smirked. He could read you like a book after all these years of being your best friend.

“Uh-huh,” Chan mused, flicking through the TV guide using the remote, “ain’t no way you’re just getting a tattoo a week casually - and he even touched up your older tattoos that were fading.”

Jutting your lower lip out, you knew there was no winning against Chan. But he was right, wasn’t he? Your glare softened as it fell to Vernon’s linework, the most recent one being on your wrist. It was just unrequited and you didn’t want another heartbreak so soon after the last one. 

-

His fingers drummed against the chair as Vernon worked on a piece he’d requested on his knee. He’d got free control again, just like y/n gave him - but Chan had chosen a shark theme and he knew damn well you would never give him that sort of theme in this art style. Chan’s eyes watched methodically of how the tattoo gun drifted around his skin, replaced with a trail of black ink that followed it. He also watched the way that Vernon’s brows furrowed in concentration as he followed his stencil. 

Vernon’s phone pinged by the counter on the far side of the room and Chan’s gaze moved to it. What harm would it be to bring you up? It was probably you who’d messaged, after all.

“I hear my friend comes here regularly now,” he chirped, leaning his head back in attempt to hide his wince as Vernon went over a certain spot, “hope she’s not being a nuisance.”

Vernon let out a light laugh, sitting up a little as he wiped away excess ink, his eyes momentarily flickering to his phone across the room. Chan smirked, jackpot. 

“I take it you’re the friend she heard about me from,” Vernon taunted, leaning back in to continue his linework, “she’s anything but a nuisance.”

Chan chewed his lip as shading began, still watching Vernon work methodically as he tried to think of his next words. 

“She’s my childhood best friend,” Chan choked out with a little laugh, checking his phone to see you’d messaged him, “she’s catching up to me in tattoos now.”

“She said,” Vernon mused, his eyes glancing at Chan’s phone as he replied to your text, “maybe she’s already surpassed you.”

Chan paused, looking down at Vernon as Vernon let a smirk cross his face, knowing he’d tickled Chan’s mischief in just the right place. 

“I know she hasn’t - this one makes me two ahead of her!” Chan huffed defensively, gesturing to his knee as Vernon sat up once more to wipe the ink, chuckling. 

“How would you know? I’m the one doing them when she sits in this chair, giving me the control.” Vernon jeered, dipping the needles once more into black ink. Chan scoffed, turning away from the male as he puffed his cheeks in defeat. 

-

Your hand pushed down the door’s handle, opening it and embracing the Seoul sun that shone through the large window on the other side of the room. Vernon glanced up from where he was setting up all the things he needed, chuckling a little. 

“You don’t even knock anymore, look at you.” He teased, making you roll your eyes as you sauntered to the chair, ditching your tote bag by his counter at the door. 

“I’ll start messaging you on instagram when I’m outside the building if it’s any better.” You huffed back sourly and Vernon raised his hands in a surrender.

“What’s got you all sour patch kids today?” Vernon quirked a brow, watching you flop back onto the chair with a loud groan.

“Just my work, my boss is such a fucking asshole,” you scoffed, punching the air momentarily, “I don’t care if he’s my ex or not, he just - ugh!”

Vernon gave you a moment before you sat up again, exhaling as if you were relieved to even have that small part off your chest. Vernon smiled a little, standing up and wandering to his coffee machine, already aware you’d be in need of one. 

“Didn’t realise you felt this comfortable,” Vernon teased again but he was quick to continue, “you can continue if you need to, you know? I’ll listen.”

“Helps when your tattoo artist is hot.” You mumbled subconsciously. Your eyes widened in response to your own words and Vernon tensed on the spot. You opened your mouth to speak but Vernon chuckled. 

“You speak better to therapists if they’re hot?” He mused, glancing at you. You were thumbing through your phone in a rushed way, probably telling Chan about your huge fuck-up. In response, you let out a nervous laugh, catching the smile he wore on his face as he approached with your coffee. 

“Maybe?” You responded meekly, taking the coffee from him without making eye contact. Vernon hummed, leaning onto the space you’d left on the chair you sat on. 

“Well, I think the next coffee is on you,” he smiled, catching your gaze as you looked at him in bewilderment, “at your place?” 

-

dinosaur dude: hao wants to go drinking tonight dinosaur dude: you down? y/n: hansol is over dinosaur dude: hansol...? dinosaur dude: yo u got a new bf without consulting with me? y/n: vernon y/n: hansol is his actual name, stupid dinosaur dude: LMAO NAHH NO WAY dinosaur dude: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU FINALLY WOKE UP? y/n: i blurted out to him that he was hot, sort of y/n: then he said the next coffee is on me, at my place y/n: that was two months ago now dinosaur dude: u sneaky bitch dinosaur dude: tmrw night we’re going out with hao dinosaur dude: and you are spilling ALL the beans

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[berriesandjunnie]

❝ dance partners ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis work colleagues aren’t supposed to fall in love on the job. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!soonyoung / backup dancer!reader / soonyoung being an absolute love bug / seventeen teasing the hell out of him ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing soonyoung x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.0k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note soonyoung stans please take this as an apology for his other fanfic

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Sweat trickled in beads down the side of your face, your hair sticking to your skin in response to the rigorous routine you’d been repeating for your job. Exhaling a tired breath, your aching legs wandered to your belongings that you had left by the wall, chugging some now lukewarm water from your bottle with a grimace. You watched as the group you were working with continued to practise, heavy pants and sweaty bodies in the crammed dance studio. The group itself consisted of thirteen members and it came to no surprise once you discovered that as to why there was only four backup dancers, including yourself. 

“How are you doing?” One of them perked up as he looked in your direction, from where you stood admiring their hard work. You smiled tiredly in response.

“Okay,” you mused, taking another swig of your disgustingly warm water, “you’re the one who choreographs, right?”

His eyes disappeared into creases as he flashed a proud smile at you, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair, wet from sweat.

“Mhm,” he hummed, drinking from his own bottle as he stood beside, “you’re not straining anything? Please take breaks whenever you need to.”

Your heart fluttered somewhat simply at the attitude of the talented male, his concern for you as one of his backup dancers. You nodded in agreement to his words, continuing to watch his group practise. They were becoming tired, their movements less passionate than they were when you’d arrived earlier that day. With a little sigh, you tilted your head and stretched your arms. 

“My name’s Soonyoung, by the way.” Soonyoung introduced himself, his eyes on his members’ movements.

“Y/n.” You cracked a smile as you followed his eyes back to the group.

-

You watched silently as one of the choreographers that worked with Soonyoung scolded one of your fellow backup dancers, hanging your head slightly in worry that you would be his next target. Except nothing came of it, the music restarting as you prepared your main section. You’d learnt from Soonyoung that the people you danced with in this section were his team - the performance unit - that he headed as team leader. You simply stared at him, impressed as he introduced the three other performance members; Junhui and Minghao, the Chinese pair and Chan, the group’s maknae. 

The music cued and you stepped up to the four males, shadowing their movements to the music effortlessly. You were keen as to not make a mistake, especially after the scolding everyone had just witnessed and on top of that, you wanted to impress them all as a backup dancer. You had no idea that you’d already managed to pull that off.

-

“If you look at her anymore, you’ll look like a creep.” Chan taunted at the older member as the two sat against the wall, snacking quietly on their break. Soonyoung scoffed, looking down at the food with a huff.

“I can’t help it,” he yawned, stretching his legs momentarily, “she’s probably the best backup dancer they’ve ever hired for us.”

“Why? ‘Cause she can actually keep up with the paces you choreograph?” Chan laughed, pushing Soonyoung’s shoulder gently, “listen to yourself, hyung.”

“If I listen to myself anymore than I am doing, I’ll go insane.” The older male mused, ruffling his hair as he stood up with a stretch of his shoulders.

Chan clicked his tongue, creating a soft ‘tsk’ sound as he shook his head with a grin. There was no doubt that the whole group had learnt about Soonyoung’s lovebug attitude. He’d show it to them in the form of platonic love ever since they were trainees, treating them all as if they were his brothers but they knew there would be a day that they saw him trip over his own feet and fall head over heels for someone. He always managed to prove a gentlemanly appearance around females for the live press and the shows they’d appear on, yet to see it in person for a genuine purpose felt unreal and they were basking in the moment.

Specifically the makanes as they sneaked photos to send to the group chat of Soonyoung, creating memes out of the way he’d look at you. He’d roll his eyes at the messages, promising them they’d beat their asses once practise was over for good. With cocky hums and nods, the youngest three would nod and pretend like they took his threats seriously. 

“He’s really pushing his boat out, huh?” Joshua chuckled quietly as he seated himself beside the youngest member, Junhui and Seokmin not too far behind. Chan scoffed, grinning.

“Pretty sure the boat has been out for too long, someone’s gotta reel it in.” Chan joked as the group watched Soonyoung speak with you, the way his eyes creased up as he laughed at something you would say and the way you would lick your lips and hide your face in a feeble attempt to hide your reactions to his laugh. 

“She’s just as bad.” Seokmin grinned ear-to-ear as he shoved bibimbap into his mouth, chewing as they continued to watch. Soonyoung had always had a charming, charismatic attitude. Yes, he could be loud and boisterous but the guys were convinced he’d calm with someone on his arm. 

As the days past, they began to think maybe they were right. Soonyoung had exchanged phone numbers with you and promptly you began talking right away as if you hadn’t just parted ways outside of the Pledis building. It kept Soonyoung quiet as he typed away on his phone every waking second the moment you would send him a message, giving the members a new found peace as they watched the way he tried to hide the smile that crawled across his face at whatever you had sent. 

-

You felt an undeniable amount of anxiety as you stood backstage, swarmed by hair and makeup artists as they prepared you for the first performance of the dance you’d been practising so vividly to the point where you were most likely able to do it in your sleep. Despite this confidence of how well you’d learnt the dance, you still felt your nerves at the concept of the audience and cameras watching you. 

“First time performing?” Your favourite familiar voice chirped up as he approached, an almost finished bottle of water in his hand. You admired what the hair and makeup team had done to him, from the way his dark hair was styled to the smokey eyeshadow effect they’d given him and nobody should even get you started on that outfit - leather pants? They were trying to murder you.

“No,” you mused, shaking your head with a small anxious laugh, “just my first time performing to a crowd this big.”

Soonyoung flashed you a beaming smile, leaving you frozen on the spot for some time as your heart fluttered again, the exact way it had done when Soonyoung spoke to you on that first day, acknowledging your existence when nobody else would. Not wanting to be a complete creep, you admired his outfit once more before looking away.

“Y/n… can I ask you something?” His voice seemed uncertain and quiet, something you’d noticed to be unusual for the perky leader of the performance unit. Pursing your lips you took a swig from your bottle of water, nodding a little.

“Go ahead I guess.” You gave him a smile and in return he faltered one onto his face, replicating you. He exhaled, clearing his throat as he turned away from you, as if checking whether his members were around.

“After this performance, do you-uhh…” his voice trailed off and you rose an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for his next words, “do you want to go grab food?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You hinted and Soonyoung’s face turned a rosy shade of pink as his smile turned shy, letting out an embarrassed laugh.

“Is it obvious?” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck carefully before nodding, “yeah, I am - it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You rolled your eyes, passing your bottle to a nearby staff member who was checking you was ready. The performance was lingering around the corner and with it, your thoughts of how close you’d be to Soonyoung after he’d just asked you on a date. How his hands would be dancing over your body lightly as part of the choreography and the moment where you would press your backs to each other. Clearing your throat, you nodded at the anxious male.

“Sure - what food did you have in mind?” The answer to your question was never even uttered as you was both called to the stage, sparing glances at each other with stupid lovestruck smiles entailing.

-

Seventeen proceeded to tease Soonyoung for weeks after your date together - to which he took you to two more after that night - and even after you made it official together. They especially liked to remind him how he was begging on his knees to their staff to keep you as a full-time dancer.

“Colleagues aren’t supposed to fall in love, you know?” Joshua taunted from where he sat on his phone. Soonyoung was grinning stupidly at his own phone however it soon fell as his glare fell on Joshua.

“Who says?” He huffed, his cheeks puffed stubbornly as he awaited Joshua’s excuse - that never came, mind you as he stood up and came up with a petty lie that Seokmin needed him. Soonyoung rolled his eyes, looking back at the chat on his phone screen as he once more tried to fight the smile he felt. Nothing could explain in words the amount of happiness he’d feel just from being reminded of your existence - and of course your accent and the way you’d speak informally to him as a joke.

There was no debate that teasing aside, Seventeen loved you. Especially the rest of the performance unit, who would whine to you that you were a better dancer than them. You’d shake your head quickly, brushing off their low compliments with a nervous laugh. They were the idols, not you. Although they were convinced you could definitely debut as an idol if you put your mind to it. Soonyoung on the other hand, as much as he would praise you immensely every five seconds, didn’t want you to debut as an idol and go through the tough hardships being a trainee laid out for you, let alone a woman in the industry. He wanted to protect you as much as possible, even to his own fans. He’d post constant photos that hinted he was in a relationship but he never took himself far enough to physically post your face. The last thing on earth that he wanted was people finding your identity.

-

“Soonie,” you sighed from where you were watching him dance in the centre of the studio, “take a break will you please?”

The dancer groaned, beads of sweat trickling down his face as he turned on his heel, heading towards you so he could slump down against the wall beside you. His sticky head rested on your shoulder as he took deep breaths and you hummed, slicking back some of the hair that was glued to his forehead as he closed his eyes. 

“Don’t overwork yourself.” You kissed the damp skin, regardless of how disgusting it may have felt. Soonyoung had proven to be someone you were ever-so-thankful to have walked into your life, his endless praise and support encouraging you in more ways than one to continue your favourite hobby when no one else wanted you to. 

“You always make dancing this much look so effortless,” Soonyoung whined as he placed a sleepy kiss to the skin of your shoulder, “my girlfriend is a better dancer than me.”

“Far from it,” you scoffed, gently flicking his leg in annoyance, “don’t speak ill of yourself, Soonie. You don’t let me do it, why should I let you?”

With a defeated sigh, Soonyoung slid his body down, laying flat across the floor as he laid his head on your lap. He flaunted a worn out smile up at you and you mirrored it, shaking your head with a soft laugh. There was no doubt he was the love of your life, most likely send by the gods to keep you in the industry you was most passionate about. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen hoshi #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt #svt hoshi #kwon soonyoung #idol!au

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ me and my husband ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis even after marriage, your husband has peculiar habits that catch you off guard. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / vampire!seungcheol / human!reader / established relationship / just some funny soft vampire x human / short fluff!! / some blood mentions ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing seungcheol x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.2k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note releasing this three hours after i said it would be released, yeehaw

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“Cheol?” you called out over the rustle of plastic grocery bags that were certainly too flimsy, pursing your lips when you didn’t get a response, “Cheollie?”

You hadn’t a clue where your husband was, you’d left him at home gaming on his playstation in the living room - you assumed that’s where he still was, unable to hear your calls for him because of his headset. Sighing, you shut the front door behind you with your foot, shimmying to the kitchen with the bags of shopping in your hands. You glimpsed into the living room as you passed, catching sight of your husband and letting out a soft sigh of relief.  

Thanks to his incredibly light steps, you never noticed your husband of seven years creeping up behind you as you put the shopping away. Turning on your heel, you were suddenly face to face with the male, causing you to jolt as you were startled by his presence. He simply chuckled, taking the items from your hands and putting them away for you. 

“See anybody you know?” Seungcheol hummed, quickly browsing in the fridge after he placed a carton of milk in there. You rose a brow, since he wasn’t usually interested in human delicacies. 

“Just Mina,” you yawned, stretching your arms and shoulders with the excruciating pain carrying the groceries had given you, “she asked how you were.”

“Not thriving,” your husband pouted, finally turning back to you as he wrapped himself around you like a koala, “this sun is so hot and for what? I’m supposed to be safe from it in here and yet I’m melting!”

You laughed, giving into Seungcheol’s hug even if you were borderline melting thanks to the summer heat too. You’d never pass up an opportunity to receive some affection from your husband - not to say that he didn’t give you enough but during this heat neither of you wanted to even touch each other. Seungcheol’s fingers twitched against your lower back and in response you quirked a brow as you pulled back from your husband.

“Cheol have you fed today?” You mumbled and Seungcheol weakly shook his head, eliciting a sigh from you as you grabbed his hand and lead him back towards the kitchen fridge. He groaned, almost attempting to retaliate to you, his wife.

“I was going to feed earlier when you were showering,” he huffed like a child, watching closely as you opened the fridge door, browsing it as he had done earlier, “I know you’re still not used to it.”

“I’ve been married to you for seven years, Cheol,” you taunted, passing him a bottle filled with blood, “I dated you for five years before that - that’s twelve years with a vampire. I’m used to it.”

Defeated, Seungcheol took the bottle from you and returned to the living room as you left to shower.

-

Seungcheol definitely wasn’t in the living room when you emerged from the bathroom and once more you were left confused with what the hell your husband could be up to this time. It was turning late into the evening, the sun fading in rosy hues of pinks and purples as it dipped behind the South Korean skyline. You admired it from the apartment’s balcony - albeit small but you could still step onto it. Exhaling a stressed breath, you were glad that the heat was dying into a cool temperature that didn’t make you feel faint and definitely didn’t make you feel sweaty. That was sort of the last thing you wanted after a shower.

It was nice to witness the sunset as the curtains were usually all closed in your apartment at this time until the sun had set, only then would Seungcheol open the curtains and admire the stars. Every set of curtains in your apartment were blackout curtains, drowning any sort of light that attempted to enter the rooms. You knew it was for your husband’s welfare and safety but sometimes you just missed moments like this. 

The sound of feet shuffling across vinyl flooring began to resonate through the apartment’s hallways and you quickly dived back into the apartment, locking the balcony door and drawing the curtain shut as Seungcheol rounded the corner, wrapped tightly in your comfort blanket like a hermit. One hand was clutching the blanket around his body and the other hand was holding the blood filled bottle you’d passed him earlier, now empty. He smiled when his eyes landed on you.

“Was the sunset pretty?” He hummed, continuing to shuffle towards the kitchen. Naturally, you followed him, finding it amusing how he had appeared out of the blue wrapped in your blanket.

“Mhm,” you nodded, leaning against the counter as Seungcheol rinsed the bottle with water to stop remaining blood from oxidising - he’d get Jeonghan to refill it when he stopped over later that night, “have you been napping all afternoon?”

You gestured to how he’d swaddled himself in your blanket, his hair wry and slight bags under his eyes. He smiled innocently, placing the bottle down on the drying rack as he waddled to you, opening his arms up and consuming you in the blanket too as his arms curled around you. You laughed into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“Maybe,” Seungcheol huffed, letting out a small yawn to prove your point, “it sucked having it without you.”

“You sound like a child.” You mused, lifting your head to look up at your vampiric boyfriend in the warm lights of the kitchen. His eyes fell to you and your eyes fell to his lips that were faintly tinted red from the blood he’d been drinking - some poor human’s blood. You shook your head mentally, refusing to think about it before you caught the way fresh blood had kept itself in the corner of his mouth.

With your finger, you tapped the corner of your mouth to mirror and Seungcheol tensed, raising one of his hands to wipe the blood but he only managed to smear it across his pale cheek and you froze, staring at the blood as Seungcheol stared at you. 

“What?” He whispered, a little concerned by your response to what he thought was just him cleaning blood from his lips - usually you would be more iffy if he left it. You swallowed the lump in your throat, taking your eyes away from the sight as you looked around the kitchen to distract yourself.

“Blood,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the fact you could still very much see it out of the corner of your eyes, “you smeared it.”

Seungcheol chuckled, unwrapping you from the blanket as he headed back to the sink, running his hand under the water before he wiped his skin once more, washing the red liquid down the drain before he turned back to where you were staring at him in more of a relaxed form.

“Definitely not used to it,” he teased, causing you to scoff and fold your arms across your chest, “that’s okay, baby - I thank you for trying all these years.”

He cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin as he gave you a reassuring smile. Meekly, you cracked a smile back and nodded.

“Maybe one day.”

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #seventeen fluff #choi seungcheol #seventeen scoups #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt #svt x reader #svt scoups #vampire!au #afab!reader

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ academic infatuation ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis in which a group of students are convinced their art professor has a crush on their languages professor. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / professor!au ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note i’m sorry but i’m bawling for this man rn so you can suffer with me // i refer to mandarin as ‘chinese’ in this - but for context it is regarding mandarin chinese (:

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The sound of your polished heels echoed as you hurried your steps down the empty corridor, cursing under your breath that your cat had to lay on your pre-picked outfit and make you late as you lint rolled your clothes. You scowled at the thought but you knew you wouldn’t stay mad, she’s just too cute. With your classroom in sight, you slowed your pace and checked your hair in a nearby display case, pursing your lips.

“Your hair looks fine, Ms l/n,” a voice spoke up, making your body jolt from shock as you quickly stopped prepping yourself in the school’s languages trophy case, “don’t you have a class now?”

Your bewildered eyes met those of Xu Minghao, one of the school’s art teachers - alongside Kim Mingyu - as he stood only a few feet away with some sketchbooks in his arms. You quickly wiped the panicked look from your face, smiling at him before you looked like a deer in headlights.

“I-uh, yeah, I’m late,” you sighed, rubbing your temple with your right hand, “I got my outfit out last night for once and Kiki must have decided it looked comfy...”

“I’ll let you get going then,” Minghao smiled, dipping his head towards you, “I have to drop these student sketchbooks off at Mr Kim’s classroom.” You nodded quickly, bidding your farewells to him as you turned on your heels and departed ways. Your heart raced a little. Due to department differences, you never really got to speak to Minghao outside of school staff meetings where the principal - rather stupidly in your opinion - crowded all of the academic staff into some small classroom for briefing. Pushing the handle down, you smiled at your students as you entered your classroom.

“Sorry I’m late guys, Kiki decided to cause problems.” You announced as you settled your laptop on your desk, loading it as you turned to write on the whiteboard while your laptop started up. Your classroom awed at the mention of Kiki, they were all very fond of the cat and would ask for updates or to see photos almost every lesson. 

Thankfully, despite your incident with turning up late, the class went smoothly covering intermediate Chinese conjunctions. The students only bothered you once about Kiki and didn’t whine too much about doing conjunctions. As you began ending class, one student piped up while they packed away their things - her name was Jisoo and she was a pretty smart student amongst the class. She picked up things fairly quickly.

“So... Ms l/n, what did Mr Xu want before class?” She tilted her head, her eyes on you as you paused your movements, slowly looking at your students’ eager eyes. Heat flushed your cheeks but only out of fear that they’d seen you checking your appearance in the display case.

“Hm? He was telling me about the next briefing since I was late this morning,” You uttered a lie confidently, knowing your students weren’t stupid - that’s why they were language students for Heaven’s sake, “how do you guys even know Mr Xu and I were talking?”

Your eyes flickered between each of your students’ faces, waiting expectantly for one of them to speak up and answer your question. You furrowed your brows as Ik-jun spoke up next.

“Nayeon needed the bathroom and figured she could go before you arrived but she saw you and Mr Xu speaking in the corridor and sat back down.” He admitted, slinging his backpack over one of his shoulders as the bell chimed and they all promptly left, laughing and speaking amongst themselves. You stood there for a few moments, looking around blankly at your empty classroom. You really didn’t seem to be able to do anything without them knowing everything. 

-

Days to almost weeks passed by as South Korea entered winter, the temperature beginning to change drastically daily as you started wrapping up warmer. Your students were beginning to push the topic of Minghao in almost every class they had with you and had even started to bother the other professor in the languages department who taught them, Joshua Hong about the two of you. You discovered this as the two of you walked, hot mugs of coffee in your hands to deal with winter’s wraith.

“What’s the deal with you two? Before they end up slaughtering me for answers I don’t have.” Joshua joked, taking a drink from his mug and exhaling after. You both had free periods at that moment, you wouldn’t see the students until the afternoon and Joshua would see them shortly, in approximately an hour. 

“There’s literally nothing going on,” you groaned in response, opening the door to your classroom where the two of you decided to sit while it was silent, “they have wild imaginations. This all started cause he caught me checking my appearance in a reflection.”

Joshua laughed, placing his mug down before taking a seat and opening his laptop up so he could prep his class for the day while he had the time. You decided to do the same, as if you hadn’t already prepped your lesson last night before you slept - but you decided it was probably best to proof read it. 

“You know they might be onto something-” Joshua started but you were quick to cut him off.

“Don’t you start too!” You whined, throwing your head back from frustration as there was a sudden knock on your classroom door and you turned your head to see Minghao, the last person you’d want to see in this moment. He smiled when you noticed him before looking over at Joshua.

“Thanks for letting me borrow the pack of rulers, I went out to get some last night,” he held up a bunch of rulers in his slim hand, an elastic band wrapped around them, “they’re being really tight with the art department’s budget this year, we can’t even get rulers.”

Minghao wandered to where Joshua sat, placing them next to his laptop and Joshua chuckled.

“It gets worse every year I swear, y/n had to go out the other week for spare pens,” Joshua hummed, slipping the rulers into his shoulder bag before looking back up at Minghao, “you got a free period? You’re more than welcome to join us in here. Think y/n is the only person with heating on right now.”

“I have a class in about thirty minutes but I can chat until then,” Minghao accepted the offer as he sat on the table beside Joshua, flipping a pencil between his fingers that he carried, “the art studios don’t even have heating anymore. I dread the amount of student complaints I’ll get today.”

You scowled mentally at the fact Joshua even offered him to stay when he knew your current situation with him. Yet, the more you thought about it, perhaps Minghao was completely unaware of the students’ wild conspiracies about the two to you. At least, he hadn’t mentioned it to you if he was. Maybe it would be awkward if he chose to, how exactly were you supposed to handle that? You glanced at Minghao, watching him do tricks with the pencil quietly.

“Surely that can’t be good for the students,” you suddenly spoke up in the quiet, making Minghao look up and over at you. Your face flushed and you looked back at your laptop so he couldn’t see the hue your cheeks were turning, “the cold, I mean - wouldn’t it affect the muscles in their hands, the ones they use to do art in the first place?”

Minghao nodded from what you could see out of the corner of your eyes. He let out a soft sigh that sounded stressed.

“Yep. Even the physical ed. professors are trying to tell the office staff that,” he threw his head back momentarily and you took the opportunity to glance at him, seeing the pale of his neck glow in the winter day’s dull light through your windows. Joshua let out a noise and you quickly looked away in time for Minghao to look at his watch, “I better start heading to the studios, see you both.”

You smiled awkwardly, putting a hand up to bid farewell to Minghao as he left the classroom and shut the door behind him to retain the heat. Joshua snickered, leaning forward on the table he was seated at.

“Want to run that by me again?”

-

With Christmas break only days away, your students would whine at any chance they got to do something ‘more fun’ as they would put it. You lined up a bunch of Christmas themed activities for them to do in Chinese, so it stuck with the class but it was somewhat fun for them in spirit of the holidays. You sighed, looking out of your window at the snow falling as your class merrily completed the activities you’d handed out, helping each other and singing to the Christmas music you’d put quietly on in the background to set the vibe.

You glanced down beside your desk, realising something was missing as you groaned mentally, eyes almost rolling back into your head at the thought. You’d left your lunch in your car, fitting considering lunch period was next and it was still snowing heavily outside. You scowled, promising yourself you’d be quick as possible so you wouldn’t be cold too long. Deciding you should look busy, you turned back to your laptop to print off the homework you’d be setting them at the end of class. They’d been quiet about the Minghao situation for about a week now, thankfully for you. You’d never admit it, especially to your students but you were slowly - and unfortunately in your case - seemingly falling into a deep hole for the Chinese art professor. 

On this specific day, despite the fact they weren’t directly talking to you about him like usual, they were still talking amongst themselves about the professor. From what you gathered, he hadn’t turned up today and their class was covered by Mingyu instead. You couldn’t help but frown, had he rang in sick? This weather was catching a lot of the staff out recently. Realising how soon the bell would chime, you quickly did your rounds of passing out the printed off homework, ignoring their whines and pleads to not set any. They filed out of the room quite quickly however when the bell went, leaving you in silence finally.

Wrapping your scarf around your neck, you picked up your pace towards the staff car park for your lunch. You almost debated eating in your car but decided by the time the car would warm up, you’d probably have finished your food anyway. The corridors were loud and filled to the brim with students of all ages and occasionally staff. Your face creased a little at the amount of shoulders and other body parts you kept bumping, making you surprisingly glad to finally be out of the mess and in the cold winter air as you stepped outside. The snow made it slightly hard to see with its heaviness but you had thankfully worked at the school long enough to navigate its grounds with your eyes closed.

Whistling suddenly echoed in the silence and you paused, looking around. The whistling was familiar to you, you’d heard him do it many a time when he was concentrating and sometimes even when he was nervous about exam season or briefing. As you squinted through the snowflakes, you finally saw his figure approaching. You paused, wondering whether you should keep your head down and walk past but your decision making was too slow as he finally stopped in front of you and you admired the white bouquet of flowers in his arms. It was made up of mainly your favourite flowers and suddenly you felt a sickly jealousy.

“Minghao,” you greeted so the two of you didn’t stand in an awkward silence once more and honestly, you wanted the conversation over as you was growing more hungry by the second, “who is the lucky lady?”

You may have joked that last part with a small hint of spitefulness in your voice but you didn’t think he’d pick it up. Minghao looked away, clearing his throat softly.

“You,” he suddenly blurted out and your eyes widened. He must have surprised even himself as he too widened his eyes as he stared at you, “I-uh, yeah - you. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how I feel and it’s never been easy for me to express. I may struggle a little but I struggle sometimes with Korean and you’ve never judged me. I really enjoy sitting with you in the quiet and helping you plan your lessons because you speak to me in my own language and I become so much more comfortable. I only have Junhui from the dance department to cope with my Korean struggles so I’m really thankful for you and the time you give me. I’m-uh-rambling a little... do you want to grab lunch with me?”

Stunned, you stared at him a little and you could no longer tell if the redness of your cheeks was from the bitter cold or the confession you’d just witnessed out of nowhere. Clearing your throat and awkwardly brushing hair behind your ear, you laughed a little, nodding.

“Sure, I’d love to.” You responded in Chinese, making his face light up amongst the dancing snowflakes. He paused, holding out the bouquet of flowers towards you.

“These are for you.”

-

The holidays passed rather quickly, bringing some slightly warmer temperatures - even if it was only by a few degrees, it was at least melting the thick layers of snow that coated the ground. Your class came back with warm, excited smiles for the new semester - and the sight of the green grass coming back outside. The first lesson back and they sat happily chatting, watching as you began to write on the whiteboard today’s objectives and date. Your cardigan sleeve slipped down and the dainty bracelet around your wrist exposed itself.

“Yah, Ms l/n! Who got you that bracelet?” One of your students perked up, all of them staring in confusion - most likely pondering if you’d got a partner without their noses being stuck in your business. You hummed, glancing at the bracelet with a small smile as you kept writing while answering them.

“Mr Xu,” you put the pen lid back on the whiteboard pen, turning to look at their shocked faces, “he got me it for Christmas.”

“Huh - he finally confessed?” Ik-jun yelled excitedly, standing up from his desk with his hands in his hair - which you could only cringe at mentally due to how stiff his hair was with hair gel. Yet at the same time, your face fell. What did they mean ‘finally?’

“What do you- did you guys know this whole time?” You were stunned, staring at them in surprise as you were now the one awaiting answers from your own students. They nodded in sync, smiling as Nayeon spoke up.

“He told us last October in class, we’ve been trying to drop hints to you but you are so naive we didn’t think you would pick it up!” She admitted cheerfully.

Your tongue pushed against your cheek as you looked away out of the window. You’d be having words with Minghao later at lunch. 

#xu minghao #svt the8 #xu myungho #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt #seventeen #seventeen fluff #professor!au #cafeshuaaa #this has got to be my longest ff i've posted on tumblr so far #(as of 22/05/22)

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ some things never change ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis no matter what stage in life you’re at, or after all these years, you can count on his hyungs to still treat him the same. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!au / parents!au / seventeen as literal parents + seventeen as lee chan’s parent / chan being a whiny ass mf asking his partner to stand up for him / jeonghan-hyung’s aegi<3 ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing chan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.1k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note influenced by a request by an anon (: dino nugu aegi?

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“Jihyo, c’mon, we have got to go get Daddy,” you mused to your young daughter as she got distracted once more by something tedious, watching her toddle alongside you, “like how we come get you from school, hm?”

Jihyo nodded, her tiny hand clasping yours as you both enjoyed the summer sun that was showing today, beaming down on Seoul and South Korea and bringing nothing but smiling faces out on to the streets. You had dressed your daughter in pastel purple floral overalls that Joshua had gifted for her second birthday. To match, you’d styled her dark hair into pigtails adorned with some small purple bows to match her outfit. You were convinced you’d done an amazing job at being her stylist today - that’s what she called you when you dressed her, all thanks to her father.

Falling away from the bustling streets filled with hordes of shoppers, your daughter and yourself turned down a small lane towards the Pledis building, where you let Jihyo’s hand go so she could play a little as you walked - as long as she stayed within a permitted distance, that is. You watched as her pigtails bounced with her skips, giggling gleefully at something that was most likely beyond your comprehension. She stopped, turning to look at you to ensure she’d stayed close enough and as she stared, you couldn’t help but stare back and admire the small child.

She was a splitting image of her father almost, save for your eye colour. Her attitude almost mimicked him too however whenever she was even somewhat sassy, Chan’s eyes would fall on you as the one to blame. You’d laugh every time, convinced she got the best aspects of you. Sometimes you’d tease Chan, commenting that if he wanted a mirror image so badly he’d have to try for another one - and every single time his ears would turn red, his eyes wide as he stumbles on his words and looks away embarrassedly.

“Jihyo, come here please.” You spoke softly towards her, watching as she waddled her way back to your side, grabbing your hand in response as you came to the road that the Pledis building situated itself on. She bounced excitedly as she waited to cross the road, knowing that it was soon time for her to put on her best Daddy’s girl act to get her way. She was way too good at that, you were convinced she must have got it from you too.

The Pledis reception staff and security greeted you warmly, recognising you as you walked in with your daughter closely entailing, still holding your clammy hand in hers. They’d make comments about how much Jihyo was growing every time and she would prove their point with giving them a wave and saying hello. She knew well how to capture everyone’s hearts and you were told by many that she’d be a heartbreaker one day, or perhaps even a celebrity herself.

With a small grumble, Jihyo tiptoed to reach the dance studio’s door handle, moodily refusing any sort of help from you. Eventually her small chubby fingers brushed the handle enough, pulling it down as you helped push the door open.

“There she is!” Chan exclaimed with a small gasp as his daughter came running across the studio to where he was crouched, “wow you look so beautiful today!”

You greeted Chan’s group members, watching as Chan peppered Jihyo’s face in kisses and she giggled in response, patting her daddy’s face in response.

“Yah, that suits her so much,” Joshua commented on the overalls he’d purchased for her as he stood not far from your side, “I should have got the yellow pair too.”

Nodding with a laugh, you agreed with one of the oldest members of the group. Chan sat on the laminate wood floor, sitting Jihyo in his lap as you sat beside him, letting out a tired sigh.

“Has she behaved today?” Chan asked, bouncing his daughter a little with his legs to keep her occupied. You smiled, nodding as you leaned across to give Chan a quick kiss - something that is far more than illegal in Jihyo’s presence. She jutted her low lip out, giving her father absent minded puppy eyes until he planted a kiss on her nose.

“Mhm, like a superstar,” you grinned at Jihyo as she went shy to your words, hiding in Chan’s chest, “it’s just so damn hot out there today… thank God you guys have the air con on.”

There was a groan from Seungcheol where he laid sprawled out on his back in the middle of the studio, panting heavily from their practises.

“Sometimes I feel like it would be cooler outside than in this room,” he sighed, taking his baseball cap off to fluff his sweaty hair and put the cap back on, “and it reeks in here too of sweat.”

As much as you wanted to disagree, the studio did in fact stink from having thirteen men vigarously dancing their asses off for hours on end. You could tell how disgusted most of them were by the feeling of their own sticky skin - you bet that most of them would be diving into the shower when they got home. Amongst texting their partners and eating, most members would also watch Chan with his daughter.

You imagined how weird it must be for them to watch their youngest member be a father - despite all of them being fathers themselves. At this point, you were convinced the older males could read minds as Soonyoung quipped up.

“What happened to our baby?” He teased, emphasising the ‘our’ part of his presumably question. Chan let out a soft grumble from beside you and you laughed, watching as the men nodded in agreement. Confused, Jihyo looked around with a huff that the adults were not including her.

“I’m not a baby anymore,” Chan whined, bouncing Jihyo once more on his legs, “stop that rubbish.”

“What rubbish?” Joshua piped up, looking offended, “you’re our baby, you always will be.”

“I can’t believe you’d deny being our baby,” Jeonghan chimed in, tutting with a sigh, “just because you have a kid now.”

Chan turned to you - his partner of the same age - with pleading eyes that instantly caused you to understand where Jihyo got it from. He pouted, waiting for you to presumably defend him against all of the older males.

“Why are you looking at me Channie?” You laughed, shaking your head when he let out a defeated whine, almost throwing a tantrum if it wasn’t for the daughter on his lap he was supposed to be setting an example for.

“Tell them I’m not a baby anymore!” He begged, smiling down at Jihyo when she smacked at his chest for attention.

“This is exactly why we have the whiniest child out of the Miniteen group,” you scoffed with another shake of your head as he looked at you, surprised, “no matter what you’re their baby - you’re the maknae.”

Chan’s offended look caused a chorus of laughter amongst everyone in the room, paired with some excited yells that you had even sided with the older members in the first place. You wasn’t wrong, Jihyo was certainly the whiniest child in the Miniteen group, the name courtesy of Seokmin and Seungkwan playing on their group name. All of the members having children of course required a group name for their mini selves, right?

Except the group was slightly larger than that of their fathers, while many members only had one child at the moment - a lot like yourself and Chan, Mingyu had twins and Soonyoung had two kids of different ages. Jeonghan’s partner was also pregnant with child number two, therefore making Miniteen a larger group than their fathers. You liked to compare them another boy group in the industry - NCT.

“I can’t believe my own girlfriend betrayed me.” Chan uttered, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. Jihyo giggled from where she sat on his lap, completely unaware of what was even really happening but she didn’t care because her daddy made that funny noise with his tongue again. Chan broke out smiling at this, cracking his upset faucade about the elders teasing him.

“Cheol, how’s Chanyeol doing? He had a fever right?” You hummed, watching the male lift his head from where he was still sprawled on the floor like a rug. He sat up, grabbing his phone from beside him.

“Yeah his temperature had gone down this morning, thankfully. You mothers are terrifying when something even remotely happens with your kids,” Seungcheol sighed, rubbing his head and creating a chorus of mumbles of agreement, “I almost had my head bitten off this morning because I was about to give Chanyeol medicine with the wrong size spoon.”

You snickered, looking down at Jihyo. Chan had never outright called you terrifying when you was protective of your daughter and the conversation made you debate if there has ever been a moment where you did scare him unintentionally.

-

“Say aaaah,” Chan beamed at his daughter in the dining chair beside him as he fed her a small slice of beef she’d requested off his plate, “good girl.”

You watched with a smile, cherishing the expressions Jihyo pulled as she chewed the beef, clearly not quite expecting its texture as she looked up at her father. Chan raised his brows as he stuffed his face with ssambap, no longer able to talk as he chewed.

“I don’t think she knows how to feel about it.” You mused as you took a drink of the water you’d ordered. Chan nodded, wiping some sauce from Jihyo’s mouth with his thumb as he finished his mouthful.

“Is that okay?” He asked Jihyo with a small chuckle as she pulled another face, yet still nodding in approval before turning back to the rice you’d ordered for her. You couldn’t hide the fact that you thought Jihyo using her baby chopsticks was the most adorable thing ever.

-

Playdates are the worst idea, you thought as you listened to all the screaming children. Honestly, who’s idea were they? Today you’d opted to dress Jihyo in a green and yellow outfit - to which Soonyoung’s eldest kept saying she looked like a sunflower.

“So much noise,” Vernon yawned from beside you on the bench, “where did Chan go?”

“Jihyo got mad because he forgot her drink, so he’s had to go back home.” You admitted, making Vernon laugh as you watched most of the fathers play with the kids on the grass. As the second youngest member to the group, you couldn’t fault that Vernon was definitely a great father, even if this many kids was daunting for him to be involved with.

“Such a daddy’s girl, sheesh,” he shook his head, watching his son attempt a forward roll, copying Joshua’s daughter, “is he still moody about the whole baby thing?”

“Of course he is,” you snorted, laughing as Vernon once more shook his head with a chuckle, “but I’m not letting it go and Jihyo’s even picked it up. She’ll point at him and say maknae.”

“Such an important piece of vocabulary,” Wonwoo commented on your other side, where he was rocking his daughter’s push chair while she took a well deserved nap in the heat, “I just hope he knows we’re all really proud of him even if we do tease him. He’s such a good father to Jihyo.”

The male’s addition to the conversation created a curl to your lips, smiling as you felt your heart swell at the love the guys had for each other. It really was something else to witness in person. Jihyo paused her playing, staring in the distance and your gaze followed hers to see Chan approaching, her lemon decorated yellow bottle in his hand as she ran to him.

He scooped her up in his arms, planting a kiss on her cheek before handing her the bottle that she automatically began to drink from. That short grudge on him for forgetting her drink was clearly over, you thought as Chan brushed away some strands of hair sticking to her forehead. You could only find yourself agreeing with Wonwoo’s statement.

Some things never change and that meant that Chan would always be Seventeen’s baby as much as he cared to deny it now that he was older - and a father - but that would never change the fact that Seventeen watched him grow into an adult and got to watch as he turned into the amazing father they gloat to being proud of, and as he approached with Jihyo in his arms, you could faintly hear your daughter’s rambling voice as she uttered the word “maknae” to him and his eyes instantly landed on you once more.

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❝ in your dna ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis there’s no doubt about it, she’s his daughter - no matter what. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!jeonghan / parent!au + parent!seventeen again / father hannie crying sounds ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing jeonghan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.0k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by @shuajeong​! same timeline as ‘some things never change’ (lee chan)

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“Hannie...” you sighed as your eyes fell on the two Yoons, “look at the state of you both.”

Jeonghan looked between you and your daughter, who was coated in numerous colours of paint that had smudged on her skin and clothes. Your partner was no better, with some smudges of paint on his face and his hands no longer the colour of his skin - even his blue denim jeans had some green paint smeared on them. He flashed you a small, mischievous smile.

“It was her idea.” Jeonghan was quick to blame your six-year-old daughter, who stared at him in disbelief. You knew damn well that she wanted to see the rest of Miniteen - the group name dedicated to Seventeen’s children - today.

“We’re supposed to be meeting the others at the park soon…” You puffed your cheeks at Jeonghan’s antics, to which he shrugged. You herded Heeyoung to the bathroom, careful that she didn’t rub acrylic paint on any of the furniture or walls as she passed by them. Heeyoung was smart to strip off her clothes while you ran her a bath, mumbling an apology for the mess her and her father had made.

You couldn’t fault the young child for owning up to consequences and taking responsibility but you knew majority of it came from her troublemaker father. Part of you hoped that Jeonghan could remove the paint from his skin before his company murdered you. You washed Heeyoung somewhat, raising a brow in amusement when the six-year-old demanded you let her do it. She’d matured well, establishing independence that you assume she got from school - it certainly wasn’t from Jeonghan.

“Is Daddy in trouble?” She asked quietly amongst the splashing of water as she cleaned. You raised your head from where you was typing in Seventeen’s group chat, looking over at her with risen brows. He definitely would be if he was the culprit of the mess, although you assumed he’d be running to the hills by now to avoid your wraith.

“No, of course not,” you reassured your daughter with a smile as she nodded, “now c’mon, I’ve already had to tell your uncles we’ll be late.”

-

Jeonghan wasn’t left with any stains on his skin other than the thin line of paint down the sides of his nails that he couldn’t seem to scratch clean. In honesty, he seemed frustrated with that and you took that as a hint he’d learnt his lesson today. Heeyoung didn’t blink an eyelid in your direction once she was with the rest of Seventeen’s kids, making you click your tongue.

“Replaced so easily.” You sighed jokingly and Jeonghan chuckled from where he stood behind the bench you sat on, his hands on your shoulders as you both watched your daughter play.

“Mina doesn’t even respond to Joshua so don’t worry,” Mingyu quipped from beside you where he held a newborn in his arms timidly, “he’s badly hurt by it. He can’t stop pouting.”

Your eyes found the American on another bench and honestly you were surprised Jeonghan wasn’t with him, conversing about small things - or teasing him, one or the other. He was on the phone, appearing a little distraught as he most likely told his partner that Mina had abandoned him to live an idol life with Miniteen. Amused, you looked back at the kids to see Heeyoung doing what she does best - trouble making.

Moving to interject, Jeonghan pressed some weight to your shoulders to seat you back down. You pursed your lips, staring up at the male and awaiting his excuse.

“She didn’t start that,” he stated and he rolled his eyes as your face turned doubtful, “I pinky promise.”

“You’re always covering for her when she’s being mischievous,” Jeonghan’s face faltered momentarily at your words, “it’s always someone else, never Heeyoung.”

Mingyu snorted, glancing between the two of you as Jeonghan was silent, clearly wracking up his next excuse.

“Fuck you caught me.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, pulling him down by his shirt for a kiss.

“I’m not stupid,” you taunted, “it’s in your dna to be a trouble maker.”

As offended as Jeonghan looked, his mouth agape and staring at you, there was no doubt that he recognised you were correct about that. You were very much an opposite to Jeonghan, you were a mediator a lot like Seungcheol and Jihoon where as Jeonghan loved to cause trouble. He was just pure mischief in a human body and unfortunately even though your daughter was barely grasping at the ropes, she was definitely her father’s daughter. You’d even had a few joking complaints from the others once about her mischievous ways.

Part of you hoped she’d grow out of it by the time she starts high school but you weren’t holding your breath.

“Daddy!” Heeyoung yelled from the grass, causing Jeonghan and yourself to look over in a gradual panic that she’d injured herself - or someone else. However she was just waving her hand to Jeonghan, beckoning her father over.

Jeonghan glanced at you and you shrugged, smiling as you sipped your bottle of water. He left you, trekking across the grass to the small dark-haired girl.

“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan hummed, crouching beside her, “did you hurt yourself?”

Heeyoung shook her head and to Jeonghan, it made her look a splitting image of you. Ever since Heeyoung was born, he’d reminded you day in and day out that he believed she was a mirror of you, a small version of the person he loved and adored most in the whole world. He was hellbent on it, even as you sit and deny it, claiming she was a hundred percent all Jeonghan.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t see a small resemblance though. She had your eye colour and although her hair colour matched yours, it also matched Jeonghan’s natural hair colour at the roots. Heeyoung didn’t understand that, especially since Daddy was always changing hair colours for his job. She loved that.

The small girl wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, tucking herself into his body as she hugged him. Jeonghan was slightly startled, Heeyoung was usually only very tomboy-ish with him - hence the paint incident. It was highly recognised that she was a lot more affectionate to you, her mother, for whatever reason.

With a tiny stinging feeling in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his daughter, holding her as close as he physically could yet also as gentle as possible. He treated her as if she was porcelain, about to break at any moment. He couldn’t lose the two of you, Jeonghan was sure of it. He’d bubblewrap you both if he had the option just to make sure. Pressing his lips to her head with a shaky breath, Jeonghan pulled away from his daughter and released her, watching as she dashed off to Mina - Joshua’s daughter.

Jeonghan barely held it together by the time he got back to you, collapsing on the bench beside you as he covered his face with his hand, letting out a barely audible choked sob. You smiled weakly, holding your phone in one hand and grasping his spare hand in the other. You squeezed his hand, resting your head on his shaking shoulder.

“She hugged me, Baby,” he whispered with a little croak as he sniffled, resting his head on yours, “ah fuck.”

He wiped his eyes carefully, shaking his head a little as he let out an airy laugh. How could he appear so pathetic to his partner over a hug? Yet it had meant so much to him. Heeyoung was all over her father as a baby and a toddler, yet now she was aging she was drifting with her affection. She’d give him a kiss when he left for work or before she left for school but barely any more than that.

One night the two of you had figured Heeyoung was old enough now to realise her father was away a lot and it probably upset her. You both laid in bed, cuddled close as you discussed the topic. Jeonghan went away on a world tour not long after Heeyoung turned three and even so young, she’d managed to grasp at a grudge to her father with no true understanding of why he’d suddenly leave her and Mommy alone.

“Maybe she’s realising something,” you murmured as you kissed his cheek, stained with tears, “Daddy’s job is very important but he does it for us.”

You wouldn’t voice it to Jeonghan in the moment but earlier that day Heeyoung had cried in the bath while you cleaned her. She bawled at the thought of her father going away, sobbing out “I don’t want Daddy to go again.” She’d understand eventually, you thought but there was no harm in introducing the idea to her now. So you explained that Daddy worked hard for you and her, that he never went away with malice or the intention to upset her. He wanted to make her proud and that his job was very important so that Heeyoung could still get all the fancy paints Santa would bring her at Christmas. Watching the hug with Jeonghan, you’d figured she’d come to grasps with the explanation you’d given her.

The usually smug man sniffled once more, planting a kiss on your forehead with an exhale. The two of you continued to watch as Heeyoung played with mainly the older children of Miniteen - Soonyoung’s eldest son, Joshua’s daughter, Mingyu’s twins and Chan’s daughter. Despite their differences, Heeyoung was obsessed with Mina. Joshua and his partner raised Mina like a princess - of course so did Jeonghan and yourself but Joshua already treated his partner like royalty, there was no way the two of you could out-do them. Not only that but Mina was bilingual from the get go with Joshua constantly fluctuating between English and Korean even if it was unintentional. She was girly to an extent, she loved to bake and style her mother’s hair and she loved animals.

Heeyoung held a very tomboy aura, thanks to her trouble maker genes. She loved mess and because of it, she also loved gardening. Heeyoung had no issues with getting dirty and that’s why she loved art so much. Jeonghan and yourself not so much, there’s only so much glitter you could find around the house before you went insane.

“We’ll order takeaway tonight,” Jeonghan yawned, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his side, “then we can nap.”

“You and your naps,” you commented, doodling patterns with your finger onto the back of Jeonghan’s hand, “okay. Heeyoung will be pleased with that.”

“Of course,” he scoffed playfully, “if she’s as much like me as you claim, that is.”

-

“Heeyoung, time for bed.” You called out into the living room where you knew the girl was sat with crayons and paper. There was some shuffling, followed by the soft padding of bare feet on the apartment’s vinyl floor as she approached where yourself and Jeonghan stood at her bedroom door.

“I’ll finish my drawing tomorrow.” She stated boldly as if either of you was going to doubt her or her art. Jeonghan raised a brow, watching as his daughter toddled into her bedroom already dressed in her pajamas. You smiled at him, following her in to tuck her in.

Heeyoung’s room was a pastel green to match her love for the outdoors, which brought up a few comments from other children when they visited that promptly lead to you or Jeonghan giving a lecture that colours don’t have genders. Heeyoung climbed under her duvet, her deer-like eyes staring up at you expectantly. Jeonghan approached, singing softly one of the songs you recognised to be from his group - Habit. 

Those wide eyes began to close slowly, her long eyelashes fluttering shut to her father’s soothing voice. Before she was born, you’d appreciate the moments that Jeonghan sang to you too. 

“Goodnight Mommy,” she whispered out barely as she drifted, “goodnight Daddy.”

A smile crawled across Jeonghan’s face, his arm snaking around your waist as the two of you stood over her sleeping form. Jeonghan leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as you embraced the day that had just passed, excitedly waiting for the adventures tomorrow would bring. 

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