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[thekidultlife]

For your drabble ask game can I request : exes to lovers + Jeonghan? 😄💞

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 600+ Author's Note: Writing for SVT feels like learning how to ride a bike again. Hope this makes people laugh and get their hearts hurt a bit.

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News Flash #1: Yoon Jeonghan is still in love with you.

Don't act as if you didn't see him when you peeked out the window: his infuriatingly gorgeous black hair, his long limbs, the graceful way he walks, wrapped in that expensive tuxedo that he must have splurged on real quick...well, everyone saw the price tag flying with the breeze. Did he walk out of a tuxedo store without paying or what?

Everybody in this room saw your heart leap to your mouth and everyone all saw the deep breaths you're taking to calm yourself down, too. You knew this was coming but you have been in such denial up to this point. Stop forcing the bridesmaids to drape that veil on you, and don't give the makeup artist a hard time applying mascara when you're just going to cry while she's applying it anyway.

Admit it. You saw him, you are panicking because you're still in love with him, but your pride is forcing you to continue with this stupid wedding to a man you don't even love.

"I love Jaemin," you insist as you cry and twist that hideous engagement ring on your finger. "I love him and he has done so much for me, for all of us."

Are you actually confusing gratitude and love with each other? It's pride. Everyone in the room knows it's your goddamn pride.

"What is Jeonghan doing here?" your voice still quivers at his name. For goodness' sake!

"Will you continue with the wedding or not?" your mother asks, ten times more levelheaded than you are. "You still have a choice, you know."

And as if on cue, there is a knock on the door. A butler, looking confused, holds up two bouquets with notes that are as differently worded and as night and day.

"For the bride," the butler says, his voice sounding way more confused than his expression.

There you go with the deep breaths again. Your maid of honor picks up one bouquet. "How sweet of Jaemin--" she frowns when she reads the note.

Everyone in the room scoffs and rolls their eyes as your maid of honor reads, "I pick better flowers and I'm still in love with you. Come away, darling. I still love you, and I know you still love me, too. Don't make this mistake. I'll be waiting for you. Your Hannie."

News Flash #2: Yoon Jeonghan is still in love with you, you're obviously still in love with him, and he's going to crash your wedding, too.

Like the silly thing that you are, you wore your crown and veil in tears. You kicked aside Jeonghan's bouquet and you dashed out of the room, running in full bridal pomp, but to where, you seem confused about. Your bridesmaids scream your name as they follow you. You are a runaway bride, but nobody really knows where you're heading off to. Are you going to the wedding, or are you going away from the wedding?

The only thing that's clear is that you are still in love with Jeonghan, too. Which is why your head got messed up when you saw him, just thirty minutes away from getting married to Jaemin.

Everyone knows you spotted Jeonghan lounging at the lobby, which is why you raced away to the waiting wedding car, followed by a very fleet-footed and frantic Jeonghan.

"I love you, Y/N!" Jeonghan shouts as he watches you slam the car door shut. "You don't have to do this to the both of us. Come with me and let's talk!"

"Talk to my wedding ring after I get married!" you shrieked back. "Stop following me around because whatever we had is over." As the wedding car speeds away, you shout again, "I'm going to be Mrs. Shin Jaemin!"

"No, you aren't!" Jeonghan shouts as he hails a cab.

News Flash #3: Here comes the bride...and the bride's ex.

There was a collective gasp inside the cathedral as you barge in, holding up your skirts, your veil flying and your eyes blurry with tears. The priest almost dropped his glasses and Jaemin tears up as well at the sight of you.

"Ah, love," he gushes as you reach for him. "Too early for the procession to start, but it's okay if we skip to the good part now."

"We have a problem," you sob into his arms.

"We have what now, love?"

"A problem," a familiar voice says, loud and clear. The entire cathedral once more gasps as Jeonghan walks to the altar where you and Jaemin are.

"The problem, Jaemin, is that your bride-to-be, is still in love with me." Jeonghan smiles at Jaemin awkwardly. "She always has been, but she's been too afraid to tell you that. She's to afraid to anger the prince by telling him that she's in love with a pauper. She's still in love with me." Jeonghan looks straight into Jaemin's eyes. "And it would be a shame to exchange vows with someone like that, you know. Someone who is still in love with someone else."

Jaemin stiffens at Jeonghan's words, but he brushes his cheek on yours, seeking an answer. "Y/N?"

"Like I said, we have a problem, Jaemin," you reply softly. And you look up into his kind eyes, the same eyes that took you in and loved you, all the while knowing deep inside that you couldn't give back that love. "And that problem is..."

Jaemin didn't have to ask further. He removes the castles he was going to build with you from his mind.

He had always known that ending up with you was too good to be true. But a part of him is breaking down, everyone can tell, because he was so close, so close to doing that.

But he doesn't. He knows he doesn't really stand a chance with your rollercoaster love story with Jeonghan. He gently releases you from his embrace.

"Problem solved," Jaemin says bravely, his eyes watering.

Always the good guy. Which is why the good guys never win in the end. The bridesmaids, including your mother, arrive just in time as Jaemin releases you.

Jaemin's family leaves the cathedral and will not speak to you for years.

You gasp at the cold that replaced Jaemin's warmth, but you only felt that cold for a mere instant.

"Y/N?" Jeonghan's voice beckoned, an old love story as warm as day, never failing to send butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

You come away with Jeonghan in that moment

-Leanne

#drabble #yoon jeonghan #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen jeonghan #caratwritersclub #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader

[thekidultlife]

this album rocks!!!!! 

i’ve said in this blog before many many times over how much i wish for seventeen to release a pop rock song...it’s 2021, we’ve finally got Rock with You and Attacca!!! srsly this album is no skip!!

#hyeri's thoughts

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Just a little update...

Leanne and I are now working at the same office (just different depts) ,,, she'll start this monday. On the other hand, I'm in the middle of intense training, and would be MIA bc of that for a month 😞🥲 that's all really

#update

[thekidultlife]

What's good about having a job is that I get to experience seventeen in a whole different level.

Caratland was so fun today!

-Hyeri

[thekidultlife]

i’ve been dying to know whether the hoshi android au will ever be written / released!! the jihoon and vernon one had me HOOKED and i did hear something about a soonyoung one,, although after a little while the release date was revoked, mentioning it had to be written all over again (?) its just my absolute favourite series and i haven’t been able to forget it since months so i was just wondering if it was discontinued or not!! <3

Hi!! This is Hyeri!

Hm...i dont think I can say a definite answer. I'm terribly busy nowadays that I just can't seem to find the time to write. The Soonyoung fic has been written but I am considering rewriting it bc im not satisfied where I was going with it, and I thought of a really good concept I could incorporate with it. But alas....i have a job which just eats a lot of my time. Even my genshin blog isn't seeing any written works for me for some time.

But you know, I'm someone who's full of surprises, so I might restart it in a whim. Don't hold your breath tho 😂

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SEVENTEEN as Agents (98line)

a tightly knit conspiracy neatly played on the world stage; 13 people discretely weave a trap for their prey to fall into; spiders quietly hiding in plain sight. Beware before you get caught into the chase

#seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen edits #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen vernon

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SEVENTEEN as Agents (97line)

a tightly knit conspiracy neatly played on the world stage; 13 people discretely weave a trap for their prey to fall into; spiders quietly hiding in plain sight. Beware before you get caught into the chase

#seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen edits #seventeen seokmin #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen the8 #seventeen mingyu

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SEVENTEEN as Agents (96line)

a tightly knit conspiracy neatly played on the world stage; 13 people discretely weave a trap for their prey to fall into; spiders quietly hiding in plain sight. Beware before you get caught into the chase

#seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen edits #seventeen junhui #seventeen hoshi #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen woozi

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SEVENTEEN as Agents (95line + Dino)

a tightly knit conspiracy neatly played on the world stage; 13 people discretely weave a trap for their prey to fall into; spiders quietly hiding in plain sight. Beware before you get caught into the chase

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen edits #used made up country names bc we dont want any world wars happening #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen joshua #seventeen dino

[thekidultlife]

HELLO omg you actually posted?? i thought i was hallucinating 😭

You are not hallucinating, anon! 💗 Helloooo! Leanne here again! As long as I still have WIPs, I will still sneak back in here and give y'all a surprise. 😆 missed talking to you, our anon friends! 💗

#aaaaaaaaa #hellooooo! #thank you for still supporting this blog and not unfollowing it even though it is inactive most of the timeeee

[thekidultlife]

Chellieeee! 😭 I missed talking with you! Sorry for being such a ghost sometimes. My heart ached while writing this, too! I'm so sorry I made you cry again, but I'm also glad that you still read my stories even after so long! Thank you! 😭💗 - Leanne.

Plot: After an unexpected encounter with Yoon Jeonghan during a baby shower, more memories unfold from your mind, and his.

Genre: slice of life, angst

Pairing: Jeonghan + fem!reader + Mingyu

Warnings: a bit of explicit language

A/N: Many thanks to my incredibly amazing beta reader, @secndlife​, for helping me make this beautiful! Also, I would like to express my gratitude to @xuseokgyu​ for taking the time to make lovely banners and even a teaser for this series! You are both a joy to work with and I am so blessed to have you both help me. 🧡 Lastly, to our followers and readers who are continually supporting this blog despite its inactivity, thank you! More details about my future works will be addressed after this fic.

Taglist: @haotheheckk, @jeonjungkaka, @soonhoonsol, @fluffyhyeju, @minkwans​

“If you love me like you tell me, please be careful with my heart. you can take it, just don’t break it — or my world will fall apart.”

🍁🎧🧡

The cobbled pavements of the narrow alley you were walking on were damp from the rain that had recently poured. It was chipped and uneven in some places, and your thin-strapped sandals would sometimes slip and get stuck between the cobblestones. Despite the imperfections of this street, you had come to love it, just like every other self-respecting college student living around the vicinity. Behind you, the signage of restaurants and thrift stores flashed in bright neon blues and violets, blending with the honey-golden glow of the lights coming from the shops and apartment buildings that rose around you.

This alley was the most beautiful place to go to in the city. 

It was a beautiful Saturday night, too, and in your opinion, you had spent it well.

You were walking back to the dorms with your friends and a couple of seniors. You were in the back of the group, where it was quieter. Clutching your arm was Jung Mirae, one of your roommates, who was struggling to walk straight after too many beers. 

In the process of half-dragging Mirae, an alarm from your phone rang. You hasted to get it switched off. 

Bright laughter pierced the stillness as the ones just a few steps ahead of you, Park Hyewon and Lee Joonyoung, your best friends besides Mirae, kept on cracking jokes that would make the whole group roar with laughter. You giggled at their ridiculousness occasionally while trying to keep Mirae on her feet. 

Hangout nights are incomplete without these two, you thought to yourself, as you studied long-legged, pink-haired Hyewon and the tall, broad-shouldered Joonyoung. You watched as they made mean comments at each other and then made up for the teasing by giving each other kisses.

“Gross!” someone called out from behind you, and you could not help but smile. 

Joonyoung turned around and playfully gave the finger to the person who had shouted out. “Go get yourself a girlfriend, Sunwoo! It’s clear to me that you’re in need of love.” 

The group snickered at Joonyoung’s words.

As you listened to everyone talk about how good the night was and how hellish the next week would be with final exams coming up, you felt cold fingers touch your cheek.

You turned to Mirae, who was looking up at you with quizzical—albeit drunken—eyes. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Mirae’s voice was loud and clear in the narrow alley. You brushed her hand away gently. “Why are you crying?” 

“What do you mean?” You put a hand over her mouth and tried to tell her to stop spouting off nonsense, but it was then that you felt it—the wet trickle of tears on your face. Surprised, you wiped them away with your hand.

It was true.

You were crying.

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#thank you so much for being so supportive #i 💗 u very much chellie! i hope youre doing well! #ah i missed interacting with good friends like you here!

[thekidultlife]

Plot: After an unexpected encounter with Yoon Jeonghan during a baby shower, more memories unfold from your mind, and his.

Genre: slice of life, angst

Pairing: Jeonghan + fem!reader + Mingyu

Warnings: a bit of explicit language

A/N: Many thanks to my incredibly amazing beta reader, @secndlife​, for helping me make this beautiful! Also, I would like to express my gratitude to @xuseokgyu​ for taking the time to make lovely banners and even a teaser for this series! You are both a joy to work with and I am so blessed to have you both help me. 🧡 Lastly, to our followers and readers who are continually supporting this blog despite its inactivity, thank you! More details about my future works will be addressed after this fic.

Taglist: @haotheheckk, @jeonjungkaka, @soonhoonsol, @fluffyhyeju, @minkwans​

“If you love me like you tell me, please be careful with my heart. you can take it, just don’t break it — or my world will fall apart.”

🍁🎧🧡

The cobbled pavements of the narrow alley you were walking on were damp from the rain that had recently poured. It was chipped and uneven in some places, and your thin-strapped sandals would sometimes slip and get stuck between the cobblestones. Despite the imperfections of this street, you had come to love it, just like every other self-respecting college student living around the vicinity. Behind you, the signage of restaurants and thrift stores flashed in bright neon blues and violets, blending with the honey-golden glow of the lights coming from the shops and apartment buildings that rose around you.

This alley was the most beautiful place to go to in the city. 

It was a beautiful Saturday night, too, and in your opinion, you had spent it well.

You were walking back to the dorms with your friends and a couple of seniors. You were in the back of the group, where it was quieter. Clutching your arm was Jung Mirae, one of your roommates, who was struggling to walk straight after too many beers. 

In the process of half-dragging Mirae, an alarm from your phone rang. You hasted to get it switched off. 

Bright laughter pierced the stillness as the ones just a few steps ahead of you, Park Hyewon and Lee Joonyoung, your best friends besides Mirae, kept on cracking jokes that would make the whole group roar with laughter. You giggled at their ridiculousness occasionally while trying to keep Mirae on her feet. 

Hangout nights are incomplete without these two, you thought to yourself, as you studied long-legged, pink-haired Hyewon and the tall, broad-shouldered Joonyoung. You watched as they made mean comments at each other and then made up for the teasing by giving each other kisses.

“Gross!” someone called out from behind you, and you could not help but smile. 

Joonyoung turned around and playfully gave the finger to the person who had shouted out. "Go get yourself a girlfriend, Sunwoo! It's clear to me that you’re in need of love.” 

The group snickered at Joonyoung's words.

As you listened to everyone talk about how good the night was and how hellish the next week would be with final exams coming up, you felt cold fingers touch your cheek.

You turned to Mirae, who was looking up at you with quizzical—albeit drunken—eyes. 

“Hey, Y/N." Mirae’s voice was loud and clear in the narrow alley. You brushed her hand away gently. "Why are you crying?” 

“What do you mean?” You put a hand over her mouth and tried to tell her to stop spouting off nonsense, but it was then that you felt it—the wet trickle of tears on your face. Surprised, you wiped them away with your hand.

It was true.

You were crying.

The walking paused. Footsteps ceased over the cobbled pavement as everyone halted to look over at you. Your cheeks reddened at the unwanted attention.

“Y/N, is something wrong? Here, let me have Mirae.” One of your classmates reached out to take Mirae.

“Thank you.” I think I drank too much, you despaired, as you kept wiping at your face and waving people away. You made attempts to control your emotions, but nothing could stop the tears from coursing down your cheeks.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you kept saying over and over with a hoarse voice that almost didn’t sound like you. “Keep walking, please! Don’t mind me. I think I just drank too much.” You gave a shaky laugh and rubbed your eyes. “I get like this sometimes. Sorry.” 

“You did not drink too much tonight, though,” someone commented dubiously. The others agreed and continued to look at you with confused expressions. "You never do."

“Jin-ah is right. And you don’t ‘get like this sometimes,’ babe.” Just a few feet away from you and leaning against Joonyoung, Hyewon crossed her arms. Her face, full of concern over your sudden outburst of emotions, made her look as though she hadn’t spent the night drinking as much as the guys did. “What's wrong?” 

“I really don’t know, to be honest.” You pushed a strand of hair away from your face and made a poor attempt to smile at Hyewon. "I think it’s just the beer. Really."

Hyewon looked like she didn’t want to stop questioning you.

Please don’t ask me anything more, you begged with your eyes.

Joonyoung nudged Hyewon casually.

"Okay." Hyewon shrugged as she reluctantly conceded to your lame answers. She walked up to you, linked her arm with yours, and turned to grin at the others placatingly. “Let’s go home for real, gang! I think my girlfriend here just needs to sleep.”

Everyone nodded, put on happy faces, and eagerly put the awkward scene behind them. They once again started with the jokes and laughter and even managed to loop you into their silly conversations. However, their eyes avoided you most of the time, and their jokes were careful. You sensed that nobody wanted to have any part in pulling any triggers you might have. Tonight was no time to be sad. With finals coming up, no one needed any sort of emotional baggage. You felt bad for making them cautious, but you were also grateful for their thoughtfulness about your feelings.

The happy atmosphere became short-lived, though, as five minutes later, a sound cut through the alley and through the facades that everyone was putting up for your sake. It made all of them stop in their tracks once more. Even Hyewon stiffened beside you. 

The sound perfectly explained everything that was going on with you, and there was no hiding it now.

Your alarm was playing again. 

“Oh, fuck.” Hyewon let out a huge breath and squeezed her eyes shut. She looked as though she was trying to block out the sound. “Y/N, for goodness’ sake, don’t be an idiot. Don’t listen to it. Turn it off—”

But of course, like an idiot, you listened.

“Hey there. If you find yourself listening to this, then it means we have made it to Year 3. Please meet me at the same place where we are tonight: the art pier, one hour before the day ends. I'll be the stupid-looking guy standing by the yacht statue while holding too many roses. I love you. Happy Anniversary!"

This alarm shouldn’t be ringing—because you didn’t make it to Year 3.

“Please turn it off.”

Joonyoung, who was right behind you, reached for your bag, rummaged inside, and pulled out your phone. Glaring at the screen, he shut it off and dropped the phone in the bag again.

The alleyway was silent for a while.

Hyewon sighed. And then she leaned against you and said softly, “Let’s go home.”

The cobbled pavements of the narrow alley you were still walking on were damp from the rain that had recently poured. Hands would steady you from behind when your thin-strapped sandals would slip and get stuck between the loose cobblestones. No one drunk should walk on this alley with its imperfect pavements, but you had come to love it, just like every other self-respecting college student living around the vicinity. As you passed, the signage of restaurants and thrift stores flashed in bright neon blues and violets before melting into the ever-constant amber colors of the street lights.

This alley was the most beautiful place to go to in this city. 

It was a beautiful Saturday night, too, and in your opinion, you had spent it well. But you weren’t supposed to spend this night here. Not in this place, despite its beauty, no. 

You were supposed to be somewhere else. 

You were supposed to be with someone else.

“I know that everybody here is trying to be nice, but let me say it for all of you here, so you don’t have to wonder how it sounds.” Joonyoung kicked a crumpled beer can out of his way as he walked. “Fuck Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Oh, please, Lee Joonyoung.” Hyewon sounded tired. “Thank you for making Y/N more miserable.”

“What do you mean? Bubs, I’m not the douchebag who—ah, whatever.” Joonyoung shrugged and flung middle fingers up the sky. “Wherever you are, Yoon Jeonghan, fuck you!” 

“He’s completely drunk,” Hyewon said apologetically, looking around her; some of the campus seniors with you were friends of Jeonghan’s. “Sorry.” And then, looking at Joonyoung exasperatedly, she hissed, “Joonyoung. Cut it out.” 

“Let him be,” you said in a drained voice, “let him be.”

You were supposed to be with Yoon Jeonghan tonight, but you weren’t. He was long gone, and all you have left of him was something that you had somehow forgotten to remove, something you wished so desperately to forget. 

All you have left of him was his voice—frozen in time through that alarm.

The rest was memories and history. 

🍁🎧🧡

Mingyu sips from a coffee mug and nods in understanding as you finish speaking. He leans back on one of the steps of the townhouse, where you both sit. Cars drive down your neighborhood street, their headlights coloring the concrete road with hazy white and yellow lights. You watch their signals blink as they find spaces to park. Leaves continue to fall, and some end up in your hair. You feel Mingyu brush them away. You smile and do the same for him.

It is way past midnight, and here you both sit, snuggling to keep warm against the cold night air and talking about a love long gone.

“So,” Mingyu traces the rim of his coffee cup as he puts the pieces together, “you and Jeonghan-hyung dated during uni days?”

You nod. “Mm-hmm. We dated for two years. And then we broke up during my junior year, which was when that alley story happened.” You look at your boyfriend in mock suspicion. “Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure you want to listen to this story? Because we don’t need to talk about this if you aren’t comfortable—” 

“—No, no, baby, I’m okay!” Mingyu chuckles a little bit as he turns to you. “I’m perfectly fine. I really want to know. If you’re not comfortable talking about it, though, we could just put it behind us.” He smiles at you. “I’m okay either way.”

He had stepped onto a minefield of your past without warning. He’s not supposed to be okay either way. You keep staring at him, not believing what he said.

“But, babe…” You sigh as you look at him. “Instead of talking about how Jeonghan and I ended up dating years ago, why don’t we talk about other things first?” You keep searching his face for any sign of uneasiness, any sign of hurt or confusion. “Like, how you felt when you found out. Or, how to avoid getting ambushed by stuff like this in the future.” You lean against him. “I don’t want something like this to happen again, no matter how great we both are at handling surprises. I think this is a good time to talk about things we haven’t talked about yet. Exes, our most embarrassing moments—” you giggle as Mingyu laughs at your last words. “Hey, I’m serious here!”

Your mind recalls the events of the night. You remember twirling in front of your full-length mirror to admire your new dress. You remember how perfect Mingyu had looked when he stepped out of his car and walked up to you. You remember the car ride, the conversation that you had about meeting his family and kissing underneath the porchlight of Aera’s house. You remember the baby shower: meeting Mingyu’s parents, Kim Aera, and Mingyu’s other friends. You remember how happy and secure you felt with Mingyu beside you as he introduced you to his family and some high-profile friends. You remember the crib and the games.

You remember Choi Seungcheol’s surprised expression and shaking Yoon Jeonghan’s hand for the first time in years. You remember Kwon Soonyoung’s drunken announcement.

“So, the former flames have finally met!” 

“Well, I guess I got surprised when I found out that you guys used to date,” Mingyu clarifies, “but if we will talk about whether I had strong, negative feelings about the whole thing...” his voice trails off as he looks at you.

“...Uh-huh?” you prod.

Mingyu shakes his head. “I didn’t have any.” He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to worry about me. To be honest, what surprised me the most was the fact that I handled the situation pretty well. Back when we were still at Aera’s house, I really did my best to be careful with how I took in the whole thing. I took care not to show how surprised I was with my expressions, my words...”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod along with him as his voice trails off. “Yes. I agree. You handled it pretty well. But I am still so sorry for dropping that bomb on you that way.” You look up at him with an apologetic expression. “We haven’t really talked about past relationships that much yet, so...” 

“Y/N, please don’t overthink.” His face hovers inches away from yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “See?” He makes all sorts of cute expressions, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I’m okay.” 

You become willing to believe him, but then you catch him looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“Although,” Mingyu adds, “I did feel a bit self-conscious.” He sighs dramatically, and he pouts—adorably. “I mean, he’s the Yoon Jeonghan. You dated the Yoon Jeonghan that most girls nowadays are swooning over. Who am I compared to that?”

As he continues to make such cute faces while saying the most outrageous things, you stare at him, open-mouthed. “What the hell.” You had seen through his joke, of course, but you could not help but look at him incredulously. “Is my boyfriend actually saying this to me right now while looking so drop-dead gorgeous beside me? Is he really comparing himself right now to someone else?”

Mingyu ignores your words and continues. “Yoon Jeonghan, actor extraordinaire, ranking twentieth at this year’s Asia’s Sexiest 100. Hmm. Yes.” He considers his words and nods. “I did feel intimidated. He’s good-looking and is amazing at acting and—”

“—Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You put your mug down beside you, and you giggle as you take Mingyu’s face in your hands. “You are one gorgeous person, too, and I am so, so in love with you. Stop comparing yourself to him.” You nuzzle his face, smiling. “I know you’re just joking about this, but please. Stop.”

He continues to look at you with a playful pout, but his eyes turn darker voice drops a notch lower. “Make me.” 

You feel him grin against your lips as you make him stop speaking.

At the back of your head, you remember Kim Aera’s words when she talked about her husband.

“Not all women are as fortunate as I am, you know? Some of us meet such crappy guys that it’s a miracle I ended up finding someone worth the wedding vows.” 

You aren’t one to believe in fortunes, so you try to think about all the things you must have done right to deserve a man such as Kim Mingyu. More importantly, you wonder if you would be able to keep him by your side. 

Too much thinking, too much thinking, you chastise yourself as you kiss Mingyu harder, wanting to erase everything from your mind.

“I love you,” you say after a while.

“I love you, too. But where were we with your story?” Mingyu lets go of you and takes his mug once more. Leaves still fall from the trees. The streetlights glow brighter as midnight darkens. A green sedan stops directly across you both, and you watch as a man staggers out of the driver’s side. 

“Well, if you really want to hear all about it, it would take us all night.” You look up at him with an enticing, hopeful smile. “Do you want to stay the night here? Hyewon and Joonyoung would be thrilled to have you. We can do storytime together with them.” You shake your head. “I still haven’t said a word to them about meeting Jeonghan again because we only went upstairs to get coffee. Hyewon will get a kick out of this.”

Mingyu laughs softly. “I can imagine.” He kisses your forehead before taking your hand. “Let’s head back inside.”

No more cars drive down your neighborhood street. No more hazy yellow and white headlights color the dark concrete road. Mingyu takes your hand and pulls you up from the steps. You feel him brush away some leaves from your hair once more. You look up at him appreciatively, and you do the same for him. Across the street, a glaring woman opens the front door for the drunken man from the green sedan.

You retreat indoors for the night. You think about how to tell Mingyu everything. And when Hyewon opens the door to greet you both, you wonder if she and Joonyoung would help you get the facts right about how you and Jeonghan started and how you and Jeonghan eventually ended.

With all these thoughts in your head, you faintly hear your phone ring in your purse. Getting a sense of déjà vu from the story that you had told Mingyu earlier, you feel chills run up and down your spine as you pull your phone out.

“Who’s your midnight caller, girlfriend?” Hyewon goodnaturedly teases as she takes your empty mug from your hand. Her face looks flushed, and you remember that she and Joonyoung had been drinking when you left them earlier. “Joonyoung! Mingyu’s here!”

“I have a confession to make,” you say as you look at the caller ID. “Mingyu and I ran into Jeonghan and Seungcheol at his cousin’s baby shower.”

Hyewon’s face pales at your words. “You what?”  

“We did,” Mingyu says softly, scratching his head while smiling at Hyewon. “He’s a good hyung of mine and Aera’s in the industry. We’ve been friends for a long time, but I didn’t know that he and Y/N used to date.” 

“Huh,” Hyewon breathes out. “All these years, the only way we could see him was on TV. We never ran across him, ever. And now we find out that he’s good friends with your boyfriend’s family.” Hyewon raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. “Imagine that.” 

“You met Jeonghan?” Joonyoung bounds into the foyer, which suddenly becomes crowded with the four of you there. “Was he with anyone else?” 

“Just him and Seungcheol-hyung,” Mingyu answers.

“Let’s not talk about this here. Come on in, you two. We still have some pizza, chicken, and beer.” Hyewon manages to push the two guys into the living room. She turns to you, clearly wanting to talk to you in private, but you put up a hand. 

“Hold on.” Your phone is vibrating in your hand, and you hastily answer the call. “Hello?”

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He leans on the railings of the rooftop bar, a drink in one hand and a phone in the other. As he gazes at the city below, he knows that he has had too much to drink. The lights have started to pulse too much. The numbness inside him has finally reached his fingertips. He considers stopping to drink this last glass, but his call finally goes through. 

At the sound of the voice on the other line, he decides that he needs this one last shot of bourbon.

“I know that it’s too late to call you now,” he whispers almost inaudibly, “but if I don’t say this tonight, I probably never will.”

He lets go of the empty glass in his hand, and he watches as it shatters on the ground. 

“I miss you,” he says, oblivious of the curses and complaints from the people around him. “And I know that you’re in a happy place now, but I—” A painful pause ensues as he stands there, lost for words. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, he tries to ignore the ache in his throat and the burning in his eyes. “—I just wanted you to know that. Everything about this call feels wrong because I know that I am not supposed to and that I have no right to call you anymore, but I will never stop wondering how these words sound like if I don’t say it right now.” A tortured grin spreads across his lips. “I miss you.”

The phone falls out of his hands, and he blindly falls to the ground to pick it up. Sharp fragments from the broken glass cut through his skin and the material of his pants, but he doesn’t feel the pain. He is too numb right now. He couldn’t even feel his legs. As he futilely tries to smoothen the cracked screen on his phone, he hears a loud voice coming from a megaphone. 

“And cut!” The director’s voice rings loud and clear throughout the rooftop bar. He walks over to Jeonghan, who is still trying to bring his phone back to life. “Okay, did I suddenly step into some shitty romance movie after the break? What was all that?” The director impatiently turns around and gestures to the crew behind him. “I need a medical kit here; and another phone, please. Geez. What has gotten into you tonight?” 

“Sorry,” Jeonghan says apologetically. “I just got too immersed with my role.” He shakily stands up. “And I can’t feel my legs.”

The director shakes his head. “Look, Jeonghan, I know that you love ad-libs. I love your ad-libs, too. You know that. But your last lines threw me off.” He squints his eyes suspiciously at Jeonghan. “Where did you go tonight? You were fine the whole day, and then you suddenly get picked up by your friend. The minute you come back to work, you’re a different person.” He shakes his head again and walks away. “Read the script and pull yourself together. We’ll be taking a short break. And apologize to your co-star for spouting out all that mushy stuff!”

“What was that about?” Seungcheol has appeared from out of nowhere, arms crossed. “Why were you telling Jihoon that you missed him?”

Jeonghan laughs. He gestures weakly with his hand as he answers, “It’s the bourbon.”

“Who on earth actually drinks half a dozen shots while filming?” Seungcheol pauses as he studies Jeonghan’s face. “And why are you crying?” 

“I’m not.” Jeonghan wipes away something wet from his face. “Stop bitching, Cheol, and just help me sit down somewhere.” 

“Oh, Yoon Jeonghan.” Seungcheol sighs as guides Jeonghan to the nearest steel chair. “You said you would be able to come back to work after the baby shower! God, I was an idiot for believing you.” 

“This is not about the baby shower,” Jeonghan protests weakly as he leans back against the chair. “Leave me alone and let me rest. Please.” He closes his eyes. 

“So," Seungcheol fishes around for words, "what was that about?"

Jeonghan doesn’t answer. 

Seungcheol sighs again. “Was she the one you were ‘talking to’ in that phone call?” 

Silence. 

“Jeonghan—”

“—She looked happy.” Jeonghan’s voice is calm, but tears still escape his closed eyes. He leans to the side as though he wanted to sleep. “They looked happy. And when I saw them kiss by the front porch when we got to Aera’s, I felt funny." He grins. "I felt funny because a part of me got hurt—” He pounds his chest. “—Right here.” His grin widens. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just like this because I haven't seen her for a long time."

The rooftop bar is buzzing with activity: the director is making changes with the camera angles, someone is adjusting the brightness of the floodlights, and the extras are practicing the not-so-easy art of blending in with the scene. Jeonghan hears someone sweep the broken glass from the tiled floor.

“Mingyu is a good guy,” Seungcheol offers sympathetically. “At least we can both be sure that she will be alright.” 

“Mm-hmm.” Jeonghan continues pounding his chest with his bandaged hand. “I know.” 

“You are my first romance, and I’m willing to take a chance that till life is through, I’d still be loving you.”

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The cobbled pavements of the narrow alley that he is walking on are still the same. It feels damp, even though no rain had poured that night. It is still chipped and uneven in some places, and he remembers how your thin-strapped sandals would sometimes slip and get stuck between the cobblestones. Despite the imperfections of this street, he knows that you loved it. But while you had loved this place for its bright lights and broken cobblestones, he had loved it for what it contained: the restaurants and thrift stores, all of which still had signs that flash in bright neon blues and violets. 

And he loved them because of the memories he had created inside them—memories that he had made with you.

He vividly remembers the first plate of spaghetti that you shared at Georgie’s, a quaint restaurant that would have been considered Italian but for the sweet spaghetti sauce that it serves. He has not forgotten the taste because he still goes there on Thursdays. And he has never forgotten the way you had laughed while eating spaghetti as he confessed that he wanted to date you.

“You have no idea how ridiculous that sounds coming out of your mouth,” you had said while pushing away your plate. Your eyes had been gleaming with humor then, but your voice had been guarded and careful. “To put it simply, sunbae, I am not going to date you.” You had shrugged, and locks of your hair had tumbled across that denim jacket that he had loved seeing on you. “You know why.” 

He had known then.

You had never fallen in love before. That knowledge should have made him cautious, but he admits to himself now that it had made him all the more desperate to snag that spot in your heart marked, “First Love.” 

It was at Georgie’s that you had first rejected him, but it was there that you also said yes to him a few months later. Twirling pasta in your plate, you had murmured, “Okay. Let’s date. But Yoon Jeonghan—” Your voice had shaken. And then you had looked at him. 

“Please be careful with my heart.”

He had answered that with your first kiss.

At signless thrift stores that are scattered a few stalls away from each other, Jeonghan remembers patiently waiting for you as you picked clothes for him and art supplies for yourself. He remembers how you would stand to the side to let Hyewon and Mirae haggle with the storekeeper. He remembers your apologetic expression when you felt like Hyewon or Mirae had taken the bargaining too far. He smiles as he remembers how embarrassed you would be during those times.

And then he smiles wider as he remembers Hyewon’s sharp fingernails that had dug on his shoulder when she pulled him aside during the first time he tagged along for the shopping. He chuckles as he remembers how menacing she had looked. 

“If dating my goody-two-shoes Y/N is payback because I broke your best friend’s heart a few years ago,” Hyewon warns darkly, “then you’d better know that I’ll be coming for you. And I have no qualms whatsoever about tearing you to shreds. You got that?” She had dug her nails deeper at that point. 

“I don’t care what history you had with my best friend,” he had answered calmly. “I am dating Y/N because I love her. That’s all there is. You’re reading way too much into this, Park Hyewon.” 

“Am I?” Hyewon had scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “Yoon Jeonghan, why are you dating Y/N? The real reason, please."

"I love her," he repeated. "That's all."

"No. That's not it. I refuse to believe that’s your reason. And we both know here that you can’t fool me with that crap.” She had let go of him then, but not before throwing out a few more words that sounded like a prophecy. Throwing up her hands in the air and rolling her eyes, she had said, “I’m calling it: you’ll only break Y/N's heart.”

Funny how Hyewon turned out to be right. 

“This alley is the most beautiful place to go to in the city, isn’t it?” 

At that moment, Jeonghan stops in his tracks. He stops reminiscing. 

He whirls around, his eyes wide and almost sober, searching for the owner of that voice. His heartbeats quicken. He clenches his jaw as another knife of pain stabs through him at those words. 

You used to say the same thing to him. You used to say those words while holding his hand or whenever he would kiss you unannounced while you walked this street. You used to say those words while looking up at him. He would never get lost anywhere in the world, but he used to get lost in your eyes when you did so.

He squints his eyes, certain that it had been you who had spoken. But as his vision focuses on the owner of the voice, he feels his heart sink inside him. 

Of course, it wasn’t you. Jeonghan laughs at himself and his stupidity.

It wasn’t you. It was some stupid co-ed echoing the words that any college student would say about this street. It wasn’t you because you were long gone from him now, and he had nothing left of you but all these memories that still plague him in this fucking alleyway.

It wasn’t you because Jeonghan had done what Hyewon had said that he would do. 

A hand grabs his arm. “Let’s go, Yoon Jeonghan. You shouldn’t be here.” 

Jeonghan recognizes Seungcheol’s voice. He grins at his friend’s frustrated face as he trips on a stupid loose cobblestone. “Hello, there. Why do you keep appearing out of nowhere? And did you also think of Hyewon while following me along this legendary street? You only loved this street because of Hyewon, but you still feel it, right?” Jeonghan helps himself up and absently studies his dirtied pants. “The nostalgia this place evokes?”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol snaps, “just shut up. You know, I expected you to act more maturely than this, Jeonghan.” 

“What?” Jeonghan laughs. “Can’t a guy walk in peace?” 

Seungcheol stops walking. He lets go of Jeonghan’s arm, and he faces Jeonghan with a furious expression. “You have no right to get hung up over Y/N,” he says with a poisonous tone. “You have no right at all.” 

Seungcheol’s words slice through Jeonghan like a blade he didn’t see coming. He wasn't able to brace for it. He didn’t expect those words to come, especially from Seungcheol.

“You broke her heart.” Seungcheol’s tone is more fit for a eulogy than for a conversation with his best friend. “You made a choice years ago. What did you expect the ending to be? You can’t cry now.” His face softens. “Be a man. Accept that she’s moved on. Did you see her face earlier at the baby shower? She didn’t even look at you with any hurt or anger.” He presses a hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “She looks happy. Was she surprised to have seen you? Yes. But she has clearly moved on, and so should you.”

There is silence for a while until Seungcheol hands him a face mask. 

"Spare yourself the hell you'd experience from gossip rags and wear the fucking mask. You look terrible and stupid, coming here without any disguise at all. These aren’t uni days anymore, dumbass."

The cobbled pavements of the narrow alley that Jeonghan and Seungcheol are walking on are still the same. It feels damp, even though no rain had poured that night. It is chipped and uneven in some places, and both men could still remember how easily one could trip and fall on the slippery cobblestones. But despite the imperfections of this street, they both know someone who had loved it for what it was.

Yes, you had loved this alleyway for its bright lights and broken cobblestones. Seungcheol had loved it because of your friend Hyewon, but Jeonghan had loved it for what it contained: the restaurants and thrift stores, all of which still had signs that flash in bright neon blues and violets. 

And he loved them because of the memories he had created inside them—memories that he had made with you.

But now he realizes that this alleyway is a literal Memory Lane, bringing him back to the past and clouding his judgment of the present. 

As he walks past Georgie’s, He remembers your words again. 

“Please be careful with my heart.” 

Friday has barely ended, and Saturday is just about to begin, but when Georgie’s fades behind him, he laughs. He laughs like the idiot that he is, and tears pour out of his eyes as he does so.

“I will be true to you—just a promise from you will do: from the very start, please be careful with my heart.”

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The truth has finally hit him.

Everything that he had with you—all of it—is now just memories and history.

And his conviction that he should stop riding this rollercoaster of emotions about you becomes even more pronounced when his phone vibrates, and he picks up a call.

“Where are you?” a woman’s voice asks, worried. “I’ve been up all night waiting at your apartment.”

Seungcheol mouths, Who is it?

Jeonghan flashes the phone at Seungcheol.

It was Jung Mirae.

“I love you and you know I do—there’ll be no one else for me. I promise I’ll be always true, for the world and all to see. Love has heard some lies softly spoken, and I have had my heart badly broken; I’ve been burned and I’ve been hurt before.”

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Mingyu stops staring at the ceiling and turns to look at you. You are sleeping beside him, tucked under his arm, and he is happy. He had spent the night with you, going through your memories and learning from them. He had spent the whole night immersed in the past that you had inside you.

Yes, indeed, he had learned a lot about you tonight. And as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, he whispers something that you did not hear. He whispers words that he just wants to prove to you with actions.

“I’ll be careful with your heart,” Mingyu whispers as he kisses your hair, your neck, your bare shoulder, “because I know how it feels to get hurt, too.” If you had been awake at that point, you would have seen the pensive, faraway look in his eyes as he walks down his own cobblestoned path—his own Memory Lane. If you had been awake, you would have worried about his expression like he knows you would. So he quickly smiles at your peaceful, sleeping face.

“I have a story, too,” he adds softly, “but I’ll save it for later.” He hugs you close to him. “For now, I’ll just be content with taking care of you.” He kisses your lips, and you stir. “Of us.”

When your eyes open, he shyly ducks under the covers, his twinkling eyes peeking at you. And as you protest that it was late and that he should sleep, he laughs softly, and he nods. “Okay, okay. I’ll take care of you.”

“What?” you ask, uncomprehending. “Say again, baby?”

“Nothing.” He hugs you close again. “Just that I love you.” 

You fall back into sleep at his words, and he keeps watching you until his eyes close on their own.

“I love you,” he whispers again. 

“So I know just how you feel: trust that my love is real for you. I’ll be gentle with your heart—I’ll caress it like the morning dew. I’ll be right beside you forever, I won’t let our world fall apart. From the very start, I’ll be careful with your heart.”

Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading! I know that I have been very slow and inconsistent with my updates, but as long as there are unfinished WIPs on this list, please expect me to keep posting, no matter how sporadic. Tell me what you think about this part on the askbox, comments/reblogs! Thank you! - Leanne.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #svtcreations #seventeen angst #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan angst #jeonghan #jeonghan angst #svt scenarios #svt angst

[thekidultlife]

Hi I know this account is no longer active but does Hyeri have a tumblr I could follow? I just want to see what you guys up to now.

You can find Hyeri in her personal blog @hyeri-yah, you can find Leanne in her poem writing blog @leannehuang! 

[thekidultlife]

hii just wondering bc i love ur work and u guys haven’t posted in a while,,, is this blog still active? either way i hope you’re doing well !! <3

Hi anon! This is Hyeri and I'm speaking in behalf of Leanne as well. 

So right now, we're really busy. I have a job now and my extra time is divided between resting and playing geshin impact. I don't have the time to write anymore. As for Leanne, she is busy as well with her personal life and studies. 

Truth be told, we're no longer that inspired to write for SVT anymore. Like we've kind of moved on. Things are a lot different now, compared to last year and to the time when we started this blog back in uni. 

Also, we felt that only a small number of readers are interested in reading our stories. For all our hard work, we thought it wasn't enough to continue writing for a fandom we are no longer interested in. 

So there's that. To answer your question, no we're no longer active. Still, thank you for your continued support! We'll leave the fics here for y'all to read and go back to~

-Hyeri

[thekidultlife]

um if you're still doing the drabble, could you do nicknames + wonwoo? <3<3<3

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word Count: 1k+ (suddenly did not become a drabble! Sorry!)

Warnings: None, just Wonwoo trying not to protest because you suddenly stopped calling him by his nicknames. 😭

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"Jeon Wonwoo, can you get me that dishcloth, please?"

He is wearing headphones, immersed in a game that he is trying for the first time, but he heard you loud and clear. Hitting alt+f4 on his game, he slowly takes off his headphones, pushes up his glasses and shuffles towards you. His eyes scan your face, trying to look for any signs of trouble in paradise.

"Jeon Wonwoo?" You turn around from the stove and raise an eyebrow at him. "The dishcloth, please?"

"I'm not..." He stops talking.

I'm not 'Jeon Wonwoo', he protests in his mind. I'm your baby. Why aren't you calling me baby?

He knows that you could see it, how flustered he got when you called him by his full name. You never do that. Well, not since five years ago, when you officially started to date him. Wonwoo's mind begins to race. Why were you neglecting to call him by your usual nicknames and endearments for him?

He has never had any issues with his name, but now finds that he hated hearing it from you. He hated how impersonal and un-intimate it sounded coming from you. For what could top off getting called, "Baby!" or "Love!" or "Honey!"? No. Nothing. Not even his full name, which was a major parenting win for his mom and dad.

People love his name. He did, too. But not when you call him with it when he would rather be called your boo, your baby, your sexy boyfriend and hundreds of other nicknames that he had greedily--but quietly--earned and treasured through the years.

He knows that he shouldn't get bothered by you calling him by his full name, but he is. He wants to tell you that he doesn't like it, but he doesn't know how to say so in a way that won't reveal how much of a childish boyfriend he truly is inside.

This thought process in his mind happened in just split seconds, but it felt like forever as he slowly nears the kitchen counter and watches as you busy yourself with cooking tonight's dinner. The first snow of winter had fallen again on the first of December, and it had been a five-year running tradition to eat an enormous, home-cooked feast when the first snow falls.

Some people think that Wonwoo's as expressive as a statue, but you know him the most. The microexpressions on his face, no matter how infinitesimal, were never lost to you. Hence, he knows that despite your nonchalant tone and behavior, you could see the panic in his eyes and sense the confusion brewing within him.

"Okay, I'll get the...dishcloth." He shoves his hands in his pockets and stands by the kitchen counter, eyeing the dishcloth that is sitting innocently on the counter. "Love?"

"Mm-hmm?" Your back is turned as you check the oven.

He struggles with the right words to say. He fiddles with a pretty spot on the cuff of his woolen sweater, where you had embroidered his initials.

"Jeon Wonwoo, please speak up," you say in an light, airy tone that unsettles him all the more. "Is there something wrong? Dinner's almost ready--"

--without saying a word, Wonwoo strides over to you in a swift fashion. He turns off the stove, pulls you away from the amber lights of the kitchen, and makes you sit with him on the living room couch.

Taken aback, you sit with him there, mouth open for the first few seconds, wide-eyed and clearly amused.

As he pushes away an errant lock of hair that had gotten onto your face, he simply sits back, holds your hands and studies you carefully. The smell of roast and some vegetable stew waft in from the kitchen. The fireplace across the couch is crackling with a bright warmth, and a part of him is still excited to try out Genshin Impact. But nothing could distract Wonwoo from looking at you, and from figuring out why you kept calling him by his name.

Bubbles of laughter begin to burst out of your mouth as he keeps staring at you.

"You're being weird," you say to him, giggling. "Jeon Wonwoo, you're being weird!" You pull him close to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"No," he replies, kissing you back. "You're the one being weird."

"I am?" You giggle at his words again, and Wonwoo begins to smile between kisses.

"You keep calling me by my name." He isn't proud of his tone, which sounds a bit whiny and pouty. "You keep calling me, 'Jeon Wonwoo'!" He compensates for being such a five-year-old by smothering you with more kisses. As you keep shaking with laughter, he becomes furious with himself for not catching onto the fact that you had been teasing him all along.

"Why not?" You ask slyly as he burrows his face in your neck. "Jeon Wonwoo's your name, isn't it?" You play with the ends of his sweater. "Aren't you Jeon Wonwoo?"

"I am." he says in a small voice that sounded muffled. "But..."

"But...?" He could feel you smile with delight at his petulant tone.

"...but I'm not Jeon Wonwoo to you." He stops burrowing his face onto your neck and looks at you with a rather indignant expression.

"Really?" He reads the fake surprise on your face and he grins at you as you keep pretending to be surprised. "Wow, I never thought there was a distinction like that."

He presses a kiss onto your lips. "I'm your, 'Baby'." Another kiss. "'Love'." Another kiss. "'Honey'. And I'm also your boyfriend with the sexy abs." He smiles as he kisses you again, deeper. "I'm not Jeon Wonwoo to you. I have a hundred names that you made for me and I would love to get more. Just...not 'Jeon Wonwoo'."

You laugh again, but this time, you pull him close to you. "My, my. What a child you are..." You beam at him. "Jeon Wonwoo."

"Stop calling me that," he groans as he playfully pins you down on the couch. But before he could kiss you again, he hears the door open and voices call out his name and yours. He sighs and helps you get up. And as he turns away from you, he sees Soonyoung's mischievously smiling face.

"He didn't like it when you dropped the nicknames, didn't he?" Soonyoung says as he saunters off to the kitchen carrying groceries. "Told ya!"

"Y/N, you stopped calling him, Sexy Abs? Bet he didn't like that, since he keeps humbly bragging about it when he's with us," Jun says as he winks at you.

"Go away, Jun." Wonwoo scratches his head and looks at you apologetically. "Sorry. They keep thinking about the coolest nicknames a few nights ago and I had to put that out there."

"Huh," is all you say in response, along with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile on your lips.

Seungcheol points a finger at the both of you. "I don't wanna feel single tonight, so please keep calling him by his first name. Damn, I wish someone would call me baby."

"Shut up," a chorus of voices exasperatedly shouts.

"Nicely done, Y/N," Hansol says with a grin on his face, which gets a tad bit restrained when his eyes land on Wonwoo's face. "Oops. Sorry, hyung."

"Keep up the good work. Call me if you need more training with pranking him. He's a tough one," Jeonghan says before following the others to the kitchen, where a ruckus of pots and pans and bickering is ensuing. "And don't make me feel single tonight, either!"

"They knew about this?" Wonwoo looks at you with that incredulous expression. "All of them?"

"Actually," Jisoo says coyly before also entering the kitchen, "this was our idea. Just to spice up the first day of winter! Nothing like annoying you to get us all pumped up for December."

As the rest of the boys pile into the kitchen, Wonwoo stands beside you, speechless. Smiling at him, you wrap your arms around his neck for a final kiss.

"Let's go, baby," you say with a wink. And despite how ridiculous he felt about getting pranked, he could not help but smile as he lets you drag him into another chaotic but heartwarming December dinner.

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A/N: I hope you like this, @gostickywombat!!!

- Leanne.

[thekidultlife]

AWW THANK YOU FOR BEING AS EXCITED AS I WAS HAHAHA this is the cutest thing everrr ❤❤❤

- Leanne

LEANNE GOT ACCEPTED WHOOO

@leannehuang

#i miss talking with you ellie!!! #i hope everything goes well with you stiiill!

[thekidultlife]

Hey Leanne! Hope you're doing well 😊 Idk if you got my last reply or tumblr ate it :') i didn't wanna bother u but it would suck if tumblr rlly did eat it and u thought i left u hanging 🥺 so ill send this ask instead 😭 i'm kinda curious what other groups u stan other than svt? i got into day6 which lead me to reconnecting with an old friend and he introduced me to svt :) i still stan day6 rn hehe they have amazing songs 🤩 wbu? - 🤸‍♀️

🤸‍♀️ anon, i'm doing better today!!! Just been down with the flu these past 2 days so i couldn't spend much time on tumblr. 😭 i've been pretty bummed out cos of this but i'm feeling much better now!

SVT is the only k-pop group i have ever stanned, and i have hyeri to blame (thank, really HAHAHHAA) 😭🤣! i was really more inclined to western songs. and whoaaa ok lemme check out day6, too! i hear they're pretty amazing as well! my favorite song artists for reals are SVT and Taylor Swift. 😭 hbu? who are yours? like, if you had to listen to an artist or two for an hour straight, who would u pick? 🙆‍♀️

#🤸‍♀️ anon!!! #HELLOOOO AGAAAIIIIN #sorry i rlly get too talkative 😭 #but yes pls tell me which artists are yours!!! HAHAHA ❤❤❤