Sometimes I Think About How Seventeen Would Act If They Had A Female Member, Ya Know What I Mean?

sometimes i think about how seventeen would act if they had a female member, ya know what i mean?

but i mean, a girl can only imagine so far though what it would be like.

natural

PAIRING: joshua hong x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 328 WARNING: reader is overthinking

Joshua knows all the way to that pretty head of yours. The way you think, the way you overthink, the way you play out every scenario. So when you fell quiet after he finished his story about his coworkers, he was already on his way to hold you.

"Do you still love me?" you muttered.

"Of course I love you" he smiled. His hands come up, sandwiching your face in between his palms. It's not the first time you've asked such a question, and he's never tired of assuring you that he loves you still. "Loving you is natural, darling," he coos.

Natural is a fitting word. Joshua breathes adoration for you, his hands are made perfectly to carry your heart and keep it from breaking, his heartbeat is your mantra to go through the day, and his smile is your safe haven from the harsh world.

Joshua presses a kiss on your lips, distracting you from all the train thoughts of the future's what-ifs.

"I love you, do you hear me?" he asks. If he could, he wants to have half of your worry, or better yet, make it disappear. Because you deserve all of the love in the world despite whatever people (or the voices in your head) say.

"I love you," he said again, brushing his nose with yours. He finds it easy to say that word out loud, it rolls out of his tongue almost instantly whenever you cross his mind. He doesn't even have to try.

"I love love love love love you," he said with such tenderness. He doesn't mind repeating that word, doesn't mind whispering it in your ear when you're half asleep in his arms, doesn't mind if he had to say only that word for the rest of his life.

And it helps you to relax that he loves you equally as much, if not more than you do him.

"I love you, Shua. I love you beyond words."

a/n. this was inspired by YoungK's song - Natural like that song is so soft and makes me feel loved:")

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Umm ignore this if you can’t do it but, since it’s my bday soon (March 29) and I loveee seungcheol…

Can you do a seungcheol x reader but it’s her birthday! It could be either things he does or a short story..?

ANYTHING YOU WANT!! GO CRAZY!!

happy birthday to u <3 i hope u like itt

kiss me — csc

you never bothered to celebrate your birthday, it just always felt like any other day. as a kid you got your hopes up feeding yourself some extravagant imaginations of how it will go every year, but every year you get disappointed like always.

you stopped expecting, just trying to live by. birthdays were more like a remembrance of you losing your childhood self.

it was your first year dating with cheol and you weren’t sure if he knew, maybe it was for the better, he wouldn’t have to cater you everything you wanted or you would feel bad.

it seems like he didn’t know at all, from the way he looked at you from talking to you, it was like any other day, but you were comforted that he didn’t change one bit the longer you were together

“baby, i’m sorry to ask you for this but can you buy some food for kkuma, i think we’re out” he asked you with a pout

“of course, i’ll go get some with treats as well” you smiled at him as you tried to find your coat and keys

“i’m sorry baby” he said as his pout was even noticeable

“don’t be sorry love, i know you would do it if you could. it’s my time to help you as well” you smiled at him

you walked towards him by the kitchen as his body slowly stiffened, poor cheol maybe he was tired from practice. when you successfully wore your coat you gave him a small peck on the lips as his lips quickly turned into a smile.

“i’ll be back in an hour” you announced to him, kkuma’s food shop was a bit of a long drive, but you didn’t mind. you liked carrying responsibilities alongside cheol.

what you didn’t expect is cheol to be hiding your birthday cake behind him as well as kkuma’s food, he had to get you outside of the house so he could get your friends help him decorate around the house.

he was cooking, cleaning, packing your gifts like a madman. one hour was enough, one hour is perfect.

it was just enough time to send the members out of the house, and him to clean himself up as well.

it was about time you arrived, as your keys made noises between the locks of your home.

carrying some lightly heavy bags for kkuma’s food, you didn’t want to ask for coups to help since he has done enough for you, and he might be resting for the week as well.

as your foot stood on the door way, your nose has whiffed a good scent of all your favorite dishes.

“baby?” you said as you put down your coat and keys looking around for your lovely boyfriend.

“cheollie?” you moved around the apartment confused.

warm hands suddenly covered your eyes as a soft peck went on your neck

“what is this?” you giggled turning around to look at cheol with a ribbon tied on top of his head.

“well… i was hoping i could spend your birthday with you” he grinned widely, he stole the grocery bag from your hands and left it somewhere around the kitchen.

“i cooked you your favorite dishes, and baked a cake, and designed our home” he looked at you with a look finding for a sense of approval

cheol never cooked, ever since he put salt on your brownies instead of sugar, somehow broke a pan in half, and creating a soup version of chappagetti— all unintentional of course

the taste of the food was the last thing on your mind though. he must’ve spent so much time learning how to make it. your eyes going teary once you saw how the place was decorated beautifully for you

the walls filled with so much polaroid pictures of you and cheol. some white balloons draping the ceiling with its pure color. your favorite scents circulating the air from candles you wished to buy.

and you couldn’t ignore the tall tower of poorly-wrapped gifts which made you giggle. you were too busy thinking about all the effort it took to hide it from you, and build this all up today.

“i-thank you love, you didn’t have to” you said running to cheol’s arms as you hid your face by his chest, muffling the sounds escaping your mouth.

“but i wanted to, you deserve it and so much more” he whispered on your ear as he wrapped his arms around yours as well.

“i reserved a yacht for us to stargaze later at night” he giggled at you knowing how you would find it absurd

“a yacht?! just because i like stargazing??” you said in disbelief

“thank you, really. for doing all of this” you said as you faced him while still hugging him

your lips came to peck cheol on his nose, all you could do was smile with him. you didn’t need all of this, maybe all you needed was the man within your arms.

“ooh, a ribbon on you as well? maybe the biggest gift i got ever”

“it is mandatory to open this gift first after you blow the candles”

“the cake can wish on its own, i want you more” you smiled as you pulled the ribbon on his head not expecting him to remove the sweater he was wearing

“oh my god cheol what are you wearing?!”

well cheol was grinning as he acclaimed that he was wearing his favorite t-shirt with the print i <3 my girlfriend with your face on it.

“kiss me, my love”

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 613

. . . just cheol being cheol (aka him freaking out because of your fever)

natalia’s note: very much self indulgent, i came home with a fever all of a sudden like a week ago, and ever since im in desperate need of choi seungcheol

“i’m not dying, you know?” 

“i know,” cheol huffed, and threw what had to be the tenth blanket over you. 

“then why are you acting like i’m about to pass away?” you laughed, seeing your boyfriend’s focused expression. according to his logic, if the blankets weren’t all sprawled out properly, you’d freeze to death, and his furrowed dark eyebrows alongside the crease between them showed how serious he was about it. 

you could hear him mutter something under his breath. he was always like that when you were sick - too worried, and too overprotective. that’s why sometimes you didn’t even bother telling him you were ill, especially with his busy schedules - you didn’t want to burden him even more (he’d probably strangle you if he heard you calling yourself a burden). 

to be honest, you didn’t even have to be sick - the second cheol would notice you acting differently than usual he’d be all over you asking what’s wrong. but while usually you were very grateful for his caring nature, now was not the time. “i’m sorry for being worried about my girlfriend coming home with a fever,” he said, looking offended. 

“cheol, baby. it’s just a fever,” you quickly grabbed the pills from his hand to get his attention back on you. “i’m sure it’s not even a proper fever, i’m just feeling a bit under the weather, that’s all. there is no need for you to be worried.” 

your “illness” was nothing that a long session of cuddles with him and kkuma couldn’t solve, but it seemed like your boyfriend didn’t share your optimism. “fine, do whatever you want,” he grumbled, his pout on full display, and left the room, leaving you too stunned to speak. 

with a loud sigh, you fell back against the stack of pillows cheol fluffed up before forcing you to lay down. of course you didn’t mean to make him think you didn't want his help, you loved how big of a caregiver he was (especially when it came to you), it’s just that unlike him - for you, being sick wasn't the end of the world, and you didn't need him to babysit you. 

not wanting to argue, you stood up from the bed with a soft groan, throwing off all the blankets cheol covered you with. you knew it wouldn't be hard to appease him, he wasn't really angry, more disappointed that you were rejecting his help.

you entered the kitchen and immediately saw him cutting up some food, probably preparing dinner. “cheollie,” you said quietly, hoping he would look at you. unfortunately, he stubbornly continued to cut the vegetables. "baby, please, i didn't mean to upset you." you walked around the kitchen island and hugged him from the side, burying your head in his neck.

you saw his pout out of the corner of your eye, so your suspicions that he wasn't actually angry were correct. “i was just worried about you," he finally said after a while, and put the knife down. "there's nothing fun about seeing your girlfriend come home all burning up with fever."

“i know love, i know,” you mumbled, and kissed his bicep, running your hand gently over his tummy. “i really appreciate everything you do, but i’d rather cuddle with you and kkuma. we could watch something, and you’d get to hold me, hm?” you smiled, seeing the corners of his mouth turning up a little. if there was one thing cheol could never decline, it’d be a cuddle session with his girls. 

“you’ll take the medicine, though,” he said sternly, kissing your hot forehead. “now get your ass back to bed, i’ll be right back” he added.

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it's going to be okay | kim mingyu

mostly angst, wc:0.4k

Night time was being hard on you these days, as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to wash over you, you absentmindedly let your thoughts overwhelm you.

‘You’re not enough.’

‘Why did you say this the other day ? You were so embarrassing.’

‘You don’t deserve everthing that you have.’

‘You don’t deserve him.’

Those thoughts wouldn’t go away, as much as you try to push them away, they always came back and they crashed onto you like the highest wave ever.

As you still looked at the ceiling, you started crying.

You didn’t realize it at first and that is maybe why you were sobbing so loudly, almost silent cries coming out of your shaky lips, tears streaming down your face like a powerful waterfall as your body started to shake slightly.

The sounds of distress and the movements of your body awoke your boyfriend, who you almost forgot was sleeping peacefully next to you.

He knew you were not doing well, he was very awake of that, but sometimes, he knew he did not have enough powerful words to get you back with him, so tonight he did what he knew would help you calm down, he hugged you.

He hugged you so tightly close to him you felt like you had even more trouble breathing than before, his right hand found the small of your back and he ran his hand up and down, trying to sooth you with his presence as his other hand rested lightly tangled in your hair. He placed small kisses at the top of your head, breathing out multiple “It’s okay..” between each of them as he tried his best to get you back here with him.

When you raised up your head after a while to look at him, his heart broke at the sight of you, your breathing was heavy, your lips quivering, your eyes red and puffy from the crying as dried tears were still visible on your face.

“I’m sorry” you said, apologizing for waking him up and being such a mess.

“Don’t", he said sternly,  “Don’t apologize Y/N.” he repeated, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping it in his palms, “I should be the one apologizing for not being able to help you the way I should.” he confessed, his own sight getting blurry from tears.

“But I promise you it’s going to be okay.. I promise you Y/N.” he had told you, bringing your face close to his to kiss your lips lovingly.

He was probably right because as long as you you were with him, everything was doing okay.

" you should rest "

pairing : choi seungcheol x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.5 k

a/n : super super excited to be doing this little mini-series starting off with seungcheol !!

You're rudely awoken from your slumber by the slamming of brakes and Seungcheol throwing curses at the car in front of him. Your seat belt stops your momentum, though you can't say the same about your poor suitcases and bags in the back seat that tumble forward with a violent thud.

"Fucking idiot," he mutters, then looks over to you with a complete change of expression. "Are you okay?" He's still got his arm extended over your chest like a mother.

"I'm okay, are you?"

"Yeah," he sighs, letting his arm drop from its protective position in favor of resting his hand on your inner thigh. He squeezes ever so lightly in an attempt to ground himself. "Asshole cut me off and then slammed his brakes. I'm sorry to wake you."

You hum, reaching out to brush back his bangs from his eyes. A fond smile lights up his features at the gesture. "S'okay. How much longer do we have left?"

"About an hour or so."

An hour!?

"Cheol!" You scold, shuffling to sit up in your seat. "You were supposed to wake me up an hour ago to switch off!"

If there was only an hour left that meant he'd been driving for nearly three already. You only meant to nap during his half of the drive to your parents' house then you would finish the rest so he could get some sleep. You even made him promise about three times over to wake you up, but it seems that went unheard.

He just shrugs and steals a glance at you, that signature pout playing at his lips. "I don't mind. Besides, you've seemed stressed lately, I figured you could use the extra rest."

Admittedly, the extra shut-eye was pretty nice. But still, you wish he would've woken you. "I appreciate it, but I'll feel guilty if you take the whole drive. Pull over and we'll switch off for the last bit."

Stubborn as always, Seungcheol shakes his head. "I'll take care of everything, you should rest." There's honestly no arguing with him over stuff like this. So you just sigh and grumble about conquering the trip back on your own to make up for it. Seungcheol just chuckles at your dissent. "You're too cute."

You curl up in your seat once more, turning so you can admire glare at your boyfriend who's a little too happy with himself. He notices, and the way his lips crack into a smile is irritatingly adorable. Seungcheol reaches his arm to the back, fishing out his coat that had been buried under your multitude of travel bags. Placing it over your legs, he steals another lingering glance.

"You're not forgiven yet, I'm still mad at you." It's probably the least threading sentence you've ever uttered in your life. Your voice sounds whiney, even to you, and that really makes Seungcheol laugh.

"I know, baby. Sweet dreams."