Ar You Made Of Wool? Cause You Fit Me Perfectly Sweater, Happy Valentines Sweater!!

Ar you made of wool? Cause you fit me perfectly sweater, Happy Valentines Sweater!!

Oh my- oh my god ilysm yellow you’re so sweet 🥺🥺 Happy Valentine’s day to you too!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m gonna start writing some stuff huehue,, It’ll take a while to post them because of my hectic schedule but I’m feeling ✨creative✨

My Dawn (c.sc)

genre: fluffity fluff (and a smudge of angst)

pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader

series: Song Fic Series! - Our Dawn is Hotter Than Day

word count: ~800

summary: a scenic beach walk with a child your man (no but seriously I’m insanely soft please hug him)

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

Seungcheol carefully closed the door of the shared bedroom, making sure none of the boys woke up from the sound of the creaking door.

6:47 AM the digital clock read, as the excited boy shuffled his way out of the beach house to you.

You silently waited for him in a summer dress and cardigan, one hand on the house’s gate to the beach and a flashlight in the other. A bright smile made its way to your face when you saw Seungcheol close the door to the house clad in a bomber jacket and white shorts and a matching bucket hat. A water bottle and second flashlight in his pocket, along with a blanket tucked under his arm. A gummy smile meeting yours as he bounded towards you, clasping hands with yours before heading out to the empty beach.

The night was still evident, some stars still shining in the dark sky. The moon was slowly descending and was getting ready to welcome the brilliant light of the sun.

With your flashlights acting as your only light source, the two of you spread the blanket that Seungcheol had brought with him and settled down on it, your hands in each other’s as the two of you watched the stars slowly move, side by side. You pointed out some of the constellations that you remembered and while he jokingly made jagged shapes out of the stars.

You snuggled into his side taking in the familiar smell of his cologne and the salt from the sea. A sigh escaped from him as he wrapped an arm around you, his other hand holding onto your free hand. He continued to stargaze, looking deeper into the night wondering how in the world he gained someone as precious as you. It almost brings him to tears how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone who remained by his side no matter what happened, through thick and thin, and someone who comforted him whenever he felt anxious.

You were always there to hold him when he needed you the most.

The sky’s blue became more evident, the night slowly fading into day.

Seungcheol felt your thumb softly rubbing against his, bringing him back to reality. He twisted his head a bit to bury his nose in your hair and left a kiss there. You nuzzled into his side one last time before looking up at him and watched a bright smile appear after cupping your face and leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes rivalled the stars, your smile brighter than the moonlight at midnight, he thought quietly to himself as he gazed down at you with loving eyes. You then sat up and leaned towards him, lightly pressing your foreheads against each other. Seungcheol slowly sat up, an arm secure around your waist so your touching foreheads didn’t part, as the two of you closed your eyes and enjoyed the present, each other’s presence, and the sound of the waves crashing on the surface.

His long eyelashes tickled your cheek and you giggled, the both of you opening your eyes to look each other with starry filled eyes. You pressed a quick peck on his lips. And before he could even pout for more, you shot up from your seat on the blanket and playfully ran away from him. A wide grin stretched Seungcheol’s face, a small chuckle escaping him before playfully yelling while running towards you.

The sun began to peek out of the horizon.

His laughs increased as the distance between the two of you decreased. You ran where the sand and water met, squealing as he closed in on you. The sound of splashing water was louder now, you released a loud squeal as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body from behind, his burly laugh bringing you to release a string of laughter as well. A faint heart with both of your initials inside engraved in the sand near your feet was being washed away slowly by the sea.

Seungcheol held you tightly against his chest and placed a quick peck on your neck as the two of you swayed in place. Your back against his chest, hearts beating in sync, the feeling the sea’s waves softly tickling your feet.

The two of you watched as the sun rise out of the horizon together.

A new dawn,

A new memory,

A new adventure,

 With you.

 Our dawn is hotter than day

 ~

 When everyone’s asleep

It’s so beautiful

Your smile resembles the moonlight

Your wave-like laughter brightens the night

And tickles my ears

…

The faraway light Becomes our memory

Under the overflowing waves

We leave our letters Engraving our names...

 Our dawn is hotter than day

Till morning comes.

I wanted to be able to create works of fiction that could incorporate the feelings and emotions that the lyrics in Seventeen’s songs convey. This is my interpretation of their lyrics put into scenarios with the members.  

Main Masterlist

S.Coups (c.sc) - Our Dawn Is Hotter Than Day 

S.Coups (c.sc) - If I

Wonwoo (j.ww) - Run to You

Woozi (l.jh) - Hug

DK (l.sm) - Pretty U

To Feel Love (l.jh)

genre: angsty + fluffy ending 

pairing: yn x lee jihoon

series: Song Fic Series! - Hug

word count: 1.2k

summary: he's stressed please hold him 

author’s note: i write author notes on separate posts LOL check them out if you’re curious (or REALLY bored) uwu

MASTERLIST

The sound of a soft knock outside Jihoon’s studio was ignored by the young man sitting at the desk inside. An unfinished melody had been sitting untouched for nearly an hour now, Jihoon’s mind racing searching and processing what could make the song unique and better from the last. The palms of his hands were pressed against his eyes and the tips of his fingers were massaging his throbbing head in an attempt to spark a new idea.

He was stressed and tired, anyone could see it. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.

The studio door creaked open, Jihoon quickly wiped his tears of frustration and fixed his hair under his cap with a quick sniffle. His eyes were fixated onto the computer screen again, he could feel his headache returning by the sight of the incomplete phrase in the music.

You quietly entered the room, the familiar purple hue illuminating the studio was a drastic difference from the bright lights in the hallway to the studio.

Hoshi had called you a few hours prior to your arrival to the studio building, asking you to get Jihoon out of the studio after camping there for the past few days. Jihoon refused to listen to the members’ concerns and continued to slink into the studio to try to get some work done. The members would bring food up to him knowing fully well that he’ll be too immersed in his music to bother taking care of himself.

It was the fourth day he had locked himself inside the studio when Hoshi called.

“Ji?”

You placed your bag on the table next to the couch before making your way over to Jihoon. He refused to face you and continued to click on some of the pages on the screen. It wasn’t until you carefully removed his headphones from his ears that he paused from his actions. Placing the pair on the table, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.

Jihoon had felt so weak in your presence. He couldn’t find the heart to look at you, fully knowing that he had gone too far in his work if you had to come drag him out from the studio. There was a small pit of shame and guilt that he had made both you and the members worry about him. He cursed himself for not finishing up faster; for not being able to create this song quickly so there would be no need for you to drag him outside. So he could confidently come back to you on his own knowing that there was a perfect song to be used in the upcoming album.

So Jihoon stood there, unable to look at you, who was so desperately trying to search for the eyes you loved so much.

You knew he was stressed, and you knew how much creating music meant to him. But he was in a slump and you knew that it was in his nature that he would force himself to stay in the studio until something unique dawned on him. It’s during those times where you would worry about him the most despite his usual stubborn demeanor that would insist that he was okay. He’s independent and he doesn’t want to burden anyone with the problems and stress that he has to deal with as a producer.

You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin, watching him lean into your touch. There was a wave of sadness that rushed into you when he did this. He doesn’t deserve this stress; he needs to rest.

You quickly engulfed him into a tight hug, your arms tightly wound around him hoping that you could take away all the pain and stress he’s holding inside. Jihoon’s head limply rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him. Your feelings of longing for him and the warmth of your care seeped into the hug as you clung onto him. Jihoon could feel your emotions and felt your grip tighten on him whenever it seemed like his grip was loosening on you.

You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to submit to the stress and push you away again.

Jihoon finally relaxed in your hug and the two of you slowly sunk onto the floor, still holding each other as he shifted you to sit in-between his legs. Jihoon leaned against the couch as the two of you sit each other’s arms, together and in a more relaxed state.

You look up at him and he finally met your eyes. You could see that they were puffy from crying earlier and his eyebags were more prominent compared to the last time you had seen him. Your eyebrows creased and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

He didn’t deserve this stress. You wanted him to rest.

You closed your eyes and pulled his head towards yours, foreheads pressing against each other in a final attempt to take away his stress.

Jihoon’s heart clenched at this action. He felt all the stress and pressure release as tears began falling down his face. You rest your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears, his forehead now pressing on yours, tired from the deadlines, the frustration, and the stress that he had been hiding away for the past few days.

A few tears slipped from your eyes as well. Your boy didn’t deserve all this pressure and stress. You felt horrible that he was feeling this way, and you understood how difficult and burdening it is to hide these feelings from the people that care about you the most. It pained you to see Jihoon like this; he was someone who rarely showed weakness to others. But despite having such a hard exterior, you were able to see that he’s a soft person at heart. He cares. He has feelings too.

The two of you held each other while each of you cried and once the tears ceased, your foreheads pressed onto each other’s again. Jihoon felt your nose playfully bump his which sprouted a small giggle from you and a grin from him. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, deep intakes of air and giggles escaped the both of you as small eskimo kisses were exchanged.

Jihoon felt so loved by you. Your presence eases him, and it was really proven today after this event. He felt so safe with you with him and your hugs were so warm and caring. He knows that you understand that he was having a hard time, despite there being little to no words shared. Jihoon tightened his grip on your torso as you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

He was overjoyed by you. He was… happy. He couldn’t believe that someone had the ability to make him feel this kind of way.

He felt loved.

And he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you felt loved too.

And once he returned back to the studio with a clear head, he was able to compose a song for both you and carats in need of comfort.

To me, you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

Red (y.jh)

MASTERLIST

Leaning back in his chair Jeonghan’s fingers carded through his hair before eyeing the letter addressed to you laid. 

It mocked him, that folded paper held his innermost feelings that he was never able to tell you. Jeonghan groaned and threw his arms upwards, shaking his fist to the sky, cursing his heart for betraying him. Returning to an upright position, he contemplated whether confessing was worth it or not. His eyes traveled back to the letter. Jeonghan clicked his tongue in annoyance before standing up and swiping the letter and jacket, heading out the door to your apartment.

His face was a fiery red as he made his way to the apartment, the letter slowly getting crumpled in his nervous (and slightly sweaty) palms.

The usually confident and nonchalant Jeonghan was undoubtedly smitten.