Every Single Time I Open Twitter And Tiktok I'm Met With Content That Talks About How Jun Is Underappreciated

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

kick in the right direction

pairing: football player!seungcheol x mascot!reader

genre: fluff, university au

w/c: 0.9k

summary: seungcheol is the star football player in your university but he becomes a bumbling mess in front of you.

warnings: none, you do get hit by a ball though

a/n: i have decided to start writing fics for seventeen too because i just love them way way too much <3 also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3

Seungcheol doesn’t know what to say. He usually has an explanation for his actions. There doesn’t seem to be anything coming to his mind when he sees you on the ground. The problem with being the star player on the football team was the amount of trust his coach put on him. As well as the thought that they needed to win every game, that wasn’t a problem though because Choi Seungcheol was a beast when he was in game mode. His aim was the best on the whole team, he’d never missed a goal. 

Obviously today was an off day.

“You’re staring, Cheol.” Jeonghan gives him a hearty slap on the back. “You really like our school mascot don’t you?” All Seungcheol can do is nod, watching as Seungkwan helps you up.

He really wants to go over and say sorry for nearly knocking you out with his kick but he can’t. Not because he doesn’t want to but because he simply can’t. It’s stupid really. Choi Seungcheol, star player of the football team, can’t say two words when he’s faced with you. He’s tried speaking to you. Once after a game, not the best choice because he’d become so nervous he spilt his water bottle all over you. Even after you told him it was fine he was still stuttering his words. Another time he’d managed to catch you walking down the hallway. The moment you smiled and said ‘hi’ his mind blanked. No words could come out of his mouth and he stood there gaping like a goldfish.

Talking to girls was easy for Seungcheol. He could give them a smile and they’d be fawning all over him. You were different. There isn’t one time he’s had a full conversation with you with nothing embarrassing happening. He’d stumble over his words or nothing would come out of his mouth. The only thing that kept him from giving up was the fact you would grin every time he came up to you and he didn’t like giving up.

“Of course I like her!” Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair. “I just don't know what to do?”

“You could ask her out.”

“I can’t!” 

His friend arches an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "What do you mean you can't ask her out? Like you're scared, or you don't know how to, because those two are completely different things." Jeonghan's tone is gentle but probing, urging Seungcheol to confront the root of his hesitation.

“That’s not it. I’ve got everything planned out. I know what to say and I know where I want to bring her to. There’s a whole plan in my notebook, it’s coloured in and everything!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Seungcheol fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Whenever I go up to her to ask her out my throat closes and I can’t find the right words. Or when I try to even write my confession, my hand freezes and no letters can be written. It’s even worse because I manage to make a fool of myself whenever I’m in front of her!” He kicks the football away.

Jeonghan sighs, staring at Seungcheol as he aimed a perfect kick to the goal. The boy was completely enamoured by you. Practically the whole school knew about his crush on you. Everyone was just waiting for the day the both of you would come in hand in hand. 

//

“Y/n, oh my god! Are you okay?” Seungkwan was shaking you by your shoulders. You rub your head. That football was really hard. Who knew air could hurt you? “How many fingers am I holding up?” He waves three fingers around and your eyes struggle to adjust to his trembling hand.

“Calm down. I just got hit in the head, I don’t have a concussion or anything.” You just know there’s going to be a huge bump on your forehead tomorrow. “It’s partly Stuart’s fault.” You pat the dragon costume you had on. The fuzzy green body was heavy and the long swishy tail at the back was quite annoying to lug around.

"Why are you blaming our mascot? Stuart did nothing wrong," Seungkwan interjects, shooting a pointed glare at Seungcheol. "Star player my ass." He mutters under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

“Hey, don’t blame him. I’m sure it was an accident.” You give Seungcheol a little smile and an ‘okay’ sign to tell him everything was fine. 

“I can’t believe you like that dumbass, he can’t string two sentences together when he’s in front of you.” Seungkwan helps you up, handing you Stuart’s head. You dust off the dirt on your costume. 

What was there not to like about Choi Seungcheol? He was popular, athletic, smart and talented in everything. Not to mention he was the literal definition of eye candy. There hadn’t been many occasions where you two had met. He’d always stutter helplessly or his cheeks would resemble a fire truck, which was very endearing. It was quite funny seeing him stumble over his words whenever he tried to ask you out.

“Why don’t you just ask him out? You already know he likes you, not that he makes it the most obvious thing in the world.” 

“But isn't it just the cutest thing when he tries to ask me out but he’s a stuttering blushing mess?” You giggle when you catch sight of the pout Seungcheol has on his face. “I hope he asks me out soon though, I can’t wait to finally go on a date with him.” 

The smile you shoot at Seungcheol has him tripping over his feet, face planting into the ground. Suppressing your laughter behind your hand, you watch as he hurriedly picks himself up, only to see his teammates rolling on the floor with amusement.

“How long are you even willing to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

"stop walking in circles y/n, jun begged, i’m feeling giddy."

sat on the sofa in order to put his shoes on, jun was looking at you wandering into your shared apartment since at least twenty minutes.

"i mean, i’m always giddy around you but still, you’ll make a hole into the parquet."

finally looking at your boyfriend, you asked, feeling uneasy :

"but what if she doesn’t like me?"

frowning at your question, the young man mumbled, caught off guard :

"why do you think that? of course she’ll like you."

softly forcing you to stop your tracks, jun grabbed your chin to meet your gaze. your bottom lip nervously shaking, you acquiesced :

"yes, i’m scared she thinks i’m not a good girlfriend for you."

jun’s heart broke at your words, only realising now how worried you were. while he grabbed you hands to force you to sit next to him, you carried on :

"what if they think i don’t deserve you? what if she finds that i’m too much of a picky eater? and that i’m not interesting enough? and your step father? what if he think i’m stupid? and your brother? what if he thinks his present is lame? i’m just an outsider, maybe this was too early for me to come with you at such a family event like chrismas. i don’t want to be a burden."

jun received your flood of questions with full force, becoming fully aware of the fact that you were actually way more anxious by this dinner than he expected. of course, he knew that you were an introvert who needed time to get comfortable and that it was the first time you physically met his family but still, he thought he told you enough stories about how excited his mother was to meet you that you were less worried. but he understood that it only made your concerns grow, completely scared of not being enough.

"my mom will unconditionally adore you. she always asks how you’re doing when i call her to the point where i sometimes think she loves you more than me. you became a member of our family the moment i kissed you on your front door, you instantly had a place at our table for chrismas as well as for every family event and non-family event."

pressing a soft kiss on your temple, jun added without any hesitation :

"if you feel too overwhelmed, we can stay here tonight, i’ll tell my mom that i am sick."

"why? you exclaimed in panic, no don’t lie or stay for me! you can’t see them regularly, i don’t want to be a burden."

"you aren’t a burden, y/n. and i would absolutely hate to know that you’re spending christmas in a hotel room alone or that you’re forcing yourself for my sake."

"and i would absolutely hate to know that you’re not seeing your family for my overthinking ass, you retorted before ordering with a determined tone in order to suppress your nervousness, enough with the overthinking, we’ll be late, let’s go now."

"that’s my girl, jun murmured with a fond smile, don’t worry, they will love you. and if you ever feel tensed or uncomfortable, tell me."

"always. thank you for dealing with my stupid concerns," you whispered after hugging him tightly.

"if it bothers you, then it isn’t stupid, jun reassured, now let’s go for real or my mom will scold me for being late."

a/n : chrismas isn’t over yet, i’m still allowed to post this silly lil drabble. merry christmas everyone!

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warnings ; crying, mentions of reader having a bad day, soft angst and fluff with woozi and skinship omggggg

"i'm sorry, baby." your words are muffled in the crook of jihoon's neck, lips brushing the soft fabric of the hoodie he wore.

the soft clicking of his keyboard comes to a halt and you feel his shoulder relax under your chin. "why are you apologizing?"

the sniffle that comes from you creates a crack in jihoon's heart as he sits below you, allowing your weight to rest in his lap where he sat. your arms had somehow found their way around his shoulders and he had relaxed back as he worked on his laptop - and he hadn't made any move to unwind them from his body or gently nudge you away even twenty minutes after you'd sat down.

".... baby," jihoon urges again softly, reaching one hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. "talk to me."

another sniffle breaks the silence and he feels your chest jerk soft against his own as you breathe. "i shouldn't come bothering you like this when you're at work."

his brows furrow. he pulls back just enough to look at you, lifting your head with his hand under your chin and lowering his voice to just above a whisper. "when did i ever say you were bothering me? you had a bad day, baby. you're allowed to have bad days and you're allowed to cry. especially when you're with me; i want to be someone who's able to comfort you and having you like this right now proves i make you feel safe."

you nod slowly, listening to every word that falls from thin lips. your eyes brush over his expression and finding no hint of sarcasm or insincerity, fall weak to his passion. your face tucks back into his neck, cheeks now damp and nose running, but he doesn't seem to mind.

his hand finds home on the back of your head to cradle and keep you close. "i love you, baby." lips pressing a kiss to your forehead, he turns back to continue working, free hand tapping away at his keyboard.

you sniffle one more time, closing your eyes to let your lashes flutter over jihoon's skin. "i love you, too."

and with every passing moment, your anxiety eases until you're truly believing you weren't a bother to him. until you're realizing he is your safe space.

Jun is legit one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever laid my eyes on like he’s naturally so stunning and he’s such a weeb like he’s the absolute cutest and I love him so much!! I hope he knows so many of us love and adore him !!

Vernon thought —

.ᐟ angst. fluff. hurt/comfort

I just think Vernon is the type to automatically reach out to you if you're feeling bad. He won't even realize what he's doing until he has your face tucked to his neck, one hand holding your head and the other around your back. It's a case of his body reacting before his brain could even process what's happening.

He wouldn't say anything, just hold you to his chest and stay still. And if you start crying, he would simply tighten his hold around you and run his fingers along the back of your hair mumbling, "I know, I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I know"

Just the genuine remorse in his voice, how raw and pure he sounds apologising to you about something he doesn't have control over - it would make you cry a little more. But it's okay because he's still there to hold your pieces together as you fall apart in his arms. He's almost got you deadlocked into his neck with one arm holding your head in a very tender way. And you bet this man is not going to let you go until he's made sure there isn't a single drop of tear left in you.