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Words cannot explain how much I love this'
Woozi Puns
Woozi goes to bed: Snoozi
Woozi goes on a yacht: Cruizi
Woozi gets confused: Doozi
Woozi milks a cow: Moozi
Woozi models for Nike: Shoezi
Woozi becomes a journalist: Newzi
Woozi is bad at sports: Loozi
Woozi makes people laugh: Amuzi
Woozi talks about the comeback: Interviewzi
Woozi gets blamed for something he didn’t do: Accuzi
Woozi gets in a fight: Abuzi
Woozi gets body art: Tattoozi
[11:18 pm]
the whole room is dark, except for the faint glow of your phone. you lay in your bed, scrolling through absolutely random trivia reels. cheol's laying beside you, one arm thrown across your waist as he cuddles into the heat of your body. he should have been sound asleep by now. but he's only halfway through there, being pulled back to wake by your questions.
"cheol?"
he hums back, voice thickly layered with sleep.
"what color do you think i am?"
the room turns silent. you wait for a moment.
"cheo-"
"blue. you seem like blue to me."
"why blue?"
"cause, to me, blue means calm, peace, and secure. like i dont have to worry about anything. like i can let down all my thoughts to rest for a while. and you feel like all those things to me."
you just hum back in response, the next question thats displayed on your screen preventing you from thinking over his words.
a minute passes before you ask again, "cheol?"
"...yes, love?"
"what icecream flavour am i?"
a beat passes before he replies, "you're cookies-n-cream. because you're soft and sweet, with a little crunch at times."
you hum yet again, registering his answer.
"plus, its your favourite," he adds, which brings a soft smile to your face.
you turn your attention back to your phone, searching for the next question.
"cheol...?"
"love.... how about we go to sleep now, and i'll answer all your questions tomorrow?" he asks, looking at you with eyes drooping with sleep.
you just smile and nod, turning off your phone and keeping it aside before you get back into bed. as soon as you lay down, seungcheol's quick to snuggle into your side, his face nuzzled into your neck, his breaths tickling you. you take a look at the sleepy man with you before closing your eyes.
.
.
"cheol!"
"yes, my love?
"...i love you."
he doesnt respond immediately, but you feel him smiling into your skin, his breath hitching for the slightest of moments before returning to normal as he mumbles back.
"i love you too, dear."
Mine would be Vernon, Joshua, DK.
just realized that every carat has their "trio". who's yours?
woozi: i’m not short, i’m just compact
mingyu: *slinging woozi over his shoulder* and portable
im 19 !! call me mya, i write for kpop (svt)
but when theres two dimensions theres only 1 im missing!
what a dream ; jeon wonwoo
cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is based on a dream i had , i added more details and scenes though , 1.5k words
being a struggling clothing designer in love with svt in south korea is… interesting but not as interesting as now, with last nights make up still on, the sun peeking out the windows and a man ringing the door nonstop.
you rise from the bed, hair messy and eye crust bothering you, your bed being in the living room made checking the peephole easy and as you did you had saw no other than the hoshi talking to a camera and his finger on the doorbell with the other members and crew behind him.
you squealed at the sight as any other fangirl would, “please wait! i just woke up!” all you could hear was “please hurry!” from the tiger boy and some chattering from the other members, leaving you no time to do nothing but brush your hair and wipe off the smudges of mascara on your under eye. “hi!”
“hey!” “hello!” “hi!” they all said their various greetings cheerfully as if they werent smushed in a narrow hallway, “please come in have a seat!”
being the struggling fashion designer as mentioned earlier it had its… perks and one of them being a small apartment and so some members sat on your bed, some sat on the counters or floors but hoshi, woozi, scoups and wonwoo sat with you at the round dining table. hoshi was on your right, scoups to your left, woozi by scoups and wonwoo on the opposite side of you.
“we were wondering if you wanted to do a collab with us! we’ve seen your work and we would love if you could take this opportunity!” is the summary the leaders gave to you “of course, id love to!” with that said you find your sketch book and your pencil on the coffee table and now tasked with outfit ideas.
seventeen brightened your usually peaceful house, ears filled with slow and somber music such as :
fallin flower - seventeen
knight - maddox
full of you - so soobin
all my love - seventeen
lean on me - seventeen
that once peaceful house was now filled with laughter and chatter, yet it quieted down when personally life somehow came up, “yn, do you live alone?” mingyu asks from the bed
“yea” is really the only thing you can say.
then dk pops into the conversation “it must get lonely, no?”
“hmmmm, do you have a boyfriend to keep you company?” mingyu asks yet another question,
“no, no one really fits my type” you say nonchalantly and only really focused on your sketch
“what is your type then?” hoshi is the one to ask this time, you look up from your sketch, pointer finger on your lips as if you need to think about it but in reality stalling to build up tension.
“hmm, id say tall, handsome, introverted, book worm,,, and glasses! glasses are my weak spot” as those words fall out your mouth your eyes meet wonwoos pretty brown eyes, and just for a moment the room is silent.
the sparkle glittered in his eyes and his lips pink, soft and curled into a small smirk made a pink tint wash over your cheeks.
the room was silent until hoshi asks, “do you like cats?”
moving your eyes to hoshis now, “of course! they are so cute!”
thats all hoshi needed to hear for his instincts to kick in and grab your wrist, “lets get you a cat then!”
rightfully taken aback with a facial expression that matches, “hold on! i can buy a cat myself but all the stuff i need to maintain one? i dont think i can afford that!”
hoshis face brightens, “then we’ll buy it!” giggling after with the biggest smile today but the others’ faces just radiate ‘whos we?!’
✿
somehow you, the members and the crew end up infront of a small cream corner pet shop with many green plants and flowers littered within the greenery.
some of the crew goes inside to check in with the shop owner about filming and etc while you wait outside with the others, not long after the crew comes and explains that they jus booked the store and in a few hours well have to store to oursleves.
amongst the crowd you find yourself in, dino suggests we go to cafe while we wait, looking up nearby cafe’s you find one a couple blocks away; you guys decide to walk since it was nice out, a cool breeze yet the sun warms up the atmosphere just enough and small flowers gracefully falling and littering the roads.
along with that a perfect view of wonwoo’s side profile. such a pretty man, from his semi puffy monolids, dull brown eyes but shimmers so effortlessly, nice pointy nose, soft tinted lips, to his thin rimmed glasses slowly falling.
“take a picture, it will last longer” he spoke softly as he leans down and into your ear,, with the same pink tint on your face from earlier you cant help but giggle at the fact that he used a lame line or when he whispered into your ear so smoothly.
only when vernon shouts from ahead to both of you to “catch up, we are here!” thats when you two notice how distracted you got.
✿
now seated in the cafe that gave off the a similar vibe as the pet shop, a waiter comes by and starting some small talk before asking, “what would you guys like today?”
and before anyone else could answer you raise from your seat, “order whatever, its on me! get some snacks for the crew too!”
the statement collected lots of oo’s and ah’s as well as thank you’s before scoups started ordering and the rest followed.
being seated next to wonwoo only followed to small talk with him as you all wait for the drinks and food. your conversation started off well about books and daily life but eventually died out when your eyes caught his svt pinky ring.
“can i see it closer?” you asked with doe eyes that sparkled even in the shadows.
he gave in and smiled, “sure!” your face brights up and eagerly yet gently grab his slightly collaused yet warm hand; inspecting and fidgeting with the ring still on his pinky.
this goes on for a bit before he asks, “want to try it on?”
like a cute puppy, your expression shifted quickly from lost in thought to the cutest version of happy, earning a smile from wonwoo, “yes!”
wonwoo now grazing your hand multiple different times as one hand is under yours and the other slowly sliding the ring on your small thumb, the moment has you in awe and pink once again.
“perfect!” he giggles and you follow, “perfect!” making eye contact once more while a kdrama worthy song plays quietly.
✿
after some energetic coffee and mouth drooling sweets, you all are at your original destination: the cute little pet shop.
now having in mind that you are actually buying a cat you consider different breeds, do you want a girl or boy? do you want a kitty or an adult cat? many questions running through your mind;
it didnt hurt ask jun, “ jun! do you know that one cat breed and they were like a grey mostly but brown nose and stuff?”
the question lead to a confused jun spitting out some uhh’s and umm’s and concluded to, “im actually not sure, maybe you should ask wonwoo! he knows more about cats than all of us!”
and so you do, jus not as confidently as you did with jun, stuttering here and there bc now when you look at wonwoo you’re reminded of such moments that happened earlier today.
before he answers he puffs a “cute” into his mumbles, “i think your looking for siamese cats, yn”
the way yn rolls of his tongue is sickening as it shouldnt have an affect on you, “th- thanks wu!”
✿
yesterday with seventeen took a toll on you as you forgot to buy some extra things for your new companion!
to your suprise, theres a thermo cup with a sticky note chamile tea <3
“huh, i wonder whos it from and whats it for..” you ask yourself before sticking it in the fridge before your errand run.
✿
exlaiming to your cat, “wednesday! it’s wednesday, bebe!” while messing around with her, “time for going seventeen! they are the one that got you here! you are gonna love them!”
not realizing till now that the reason they filmed your day with seventeen was for not only the collab but the new gose. "oh my, bebe! thats me, your momma is a mess… i had my sleepwear all on day..”
your complaining bore bebe to sleep by the end of the episode, missing the last clip after the outro:
“hi!” wonwoo says to cameraman, “can we drop off some chamile tea to yn,, like tomorrow?”
“oh sure, i can i ask why?”
“well,, everyone need good sleep right? hopefully the tea will help”
mlist - ©scwoupsy 30/8
happily ever before ; wen junhui
cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is like the epilogue of first love , mentions of alcohol, can be read by itself , 650 words
the beginning of freshman year, reserved at first glance but under your shell is a bright girl with a carefree attitude.
your phone screen lit up, with now playing : 寂寞号登机口 on your lockscreen, catching your attention slightly before going back to get your desk ready for class before it starts.
as your doing that another distraction comes along, a big hand is waved infront of your face. adjusting your headphones and eyes now on him or more specifically into his own pair of simple brown eyes, with body language suggesting him to talk he does, “can i sit here?”
given as your eyes skim around the room and somehow there isnt another spot left for him your only answer was, “sure” short, simple, nonchalant sure.
“wen junhui” he says hurriedly as he prepares his own desk with less time given as you did already prepped by now, “yn ln”
✿
new day, same classroom, the same classmate goes, “yn ln”
“wen junhui?” confused on why he said your full name. but he never responds, with a smile on his face as he gets his stuff out for class.
weird.
a week passes by and everyday this happens
“yn ln” “wen junhui” and sometimes small talk after.
✿
your relationship with the classmate further develops when he starts cover the edge of your desk when you bend down to get you pencil.
“be careful” he says still focused on writing the class notes.
and when he brings you banana milk during lunch.
“m’ assumed you forgot your lunch since you came without your lunchbox with the daisy pattern”
and when you do bring lunch, pulls up your sleeve before it gets to your food.
or when your hair is in your way, sliding a hair tie on your desk.
“hurry” is all he whispers once again keeping his focus on notes.
✿
soon after you meet his friends at homecoming, thankful for the friend that invited you to come with them and them ditching you not long after the event started.
hoshi already unstable with slurred speech as if the fruit punch was mixed with alcohol. the outgoing bunch of the 13 boys would have you in a panic if not for jun by your side to reassure you about them and how to handle it.
the disco lights enhanced the way mingyu swayed his limbs as light a flame started playing, suengkwans singing along to very nice with beautiful vocals, and the way jun stared at you with those simple brown eyes as you caught him staring as you two took a break from the group and sat down with a plate of snacks the school provided.
the same brown eyes lit up as moonwalker plays on the speaker, grabbing your wrist with loose grip and letting go as soon as both of you had arrived to the dance floor, only to be pushed into a mosh pit.
a number of people surrounding him yet he smiles all gummy and wide while looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the whole wide world.
✿
seeing jun before class is a rare sight, yet you find him below a cherry blossom trea, all of his attention on you can only assume a peotry book.
“hey jun!” with a smile on your lips.
jun replies back with a casual, “hi yn!”
the sight of jun floods your mind with your moments with him that occupied your mind most, “im sure we are friends at this point so i wanted to ask..” and now infront of the boy now standing up.
“ask away” as he matches your smile.
“every morning in class you always say my name. why is that?”
the first time you catch his cheeks pink and pretty as he everted his eyes to the blossoms that no longer sit on the tree branches but the grass instead.
jun confessing, “i like how you say my name..”
mlist - ©scwoupsy 2/9
when you impulsively get a henna of seventeens logo
this is not a drill. Seventeen is going on tour and I am pr pared to go into credit card debt. That’s all.
going to a Seventeen Kpop Night in the city tonight! The girlies and I are about to TEAR UP that dance floor
Vernon- Forced Proximity
Vernxnsfool this post is definitely not for you. <3
Hello fellow Carats! This post is purely mind vomit so enjoy. Also I am open to suggestions for what happens next cause I have no ideas. Stay healthy and snazzy! :)
You were lucky you had a year’s worth of subway trips attached to the metro card you carefully tucked back into your wallet. You would hate it if you had to walk to every single open call audition you attended and the subway just makes your life easier, even if it is teeming with germs, sketchy characters, and most definitely no space to feel fully comfortable. Traveling from Washington Heights to the center of the city was a mildly long trip and you were always sure to have your pepper spray and taser close at hand in case anyone tried to fuck with you. Besides that, you always wore a glare on your face that you hoped would keep people away in the first place.
The subway was quite full this morning with early morning business people with their coffee, plenty of tourists, the occasional musician that hopped on to play a song or two- it was New York City and nothing really surprised you anymore. When you first moved here after college, it was a bit of a culture shock but you’ve gotten used to it and even grew to love it.
The subway came to a stop, not yours quite yet. You watched as some people got off and a new set of people got on, crowding up the subway cart even more. You held onto the metal pole in the subway as the voice overhead instructed, shifting in your Doc Martens- a signature choice for any audition you attended- as the subway lightly jolted you around. You were practically shoulder to shoulder with the people next to you, sharing the pole in front of you with many other hands, which agitated your claustrophobia a bit and kept you on high alert to the people around you.
The subway passed through a particularly rocky part underground and everyone shifted with it, careful not to lose their balance. A lady in business attire standing to your left, having a loud and somewhat obnoxious conversation with an earpiece, lightly bumped into you but she didn’t seem to notice. You rolled your eyes at her and shifted your feet slightly away from her towards the figure standing next to you. Almost immediately, you felt them step on your foot and pull away after a half-assed apology, which annoyed you even more. What is it with everyone getting in your personal space today? You heard a phone ring to your right and the person answered.
“Yes I’m on my way…. “ The deep voice sounded agitated, as if he was running late, or maybe he hated standing so closely to other people as much as you did. “Well tell him that it's not my fault he forgot his… Do you want me to get there even later than-”
Out of nowhere, the subway violently lurched forward coming to a stop and you held on tightly to the pole catching yourself. The person to your right was not nearly as lucky. Having not been holding onto the pole at all, he put his hands out to catch himself, though it was not his hands that caught his fall, but your chest. Once he noticed where his hands were, he quickly removed them, as if he had just touched something sweltering, and his face went a bright red.
It was only then that you noticed the young man standing in front of you. He was about your age, maybe a little older, with short brown wavy hair that was pristinely swooped out of his face and effortlessly flawless skin. How he had only just now come to your attention was so beyond you and you had to stop yourself from staring too long.
“I am so sorry,” he said slowly, looking at you with sincerity in his large brown eyes. You both stood there, staring at each other like a pair of idiots, waiting for the other to make the next move. You felt your cheeks get hot as well, not just because of the accidental interaction but because you felt an aggravating yet obvious attraction to this man.
“The subway stopped,” you said simply, your attention suddenly drawn away to the other obvious situation at hand. “Shit! The subway stopped!”
You weren’t running late but you always showed up to your auditions early enough to warm up. Who knows how long the subway was going to be stopped and if you would even make it to your audition at all. The New York City subways aren’t the most reliable in the world. Commotion and anxiety started growing amongst the subway passengers stuck in the cart with you and everyone started looking around and talking amongst each other worriedly.
“Are you okay?” you heard the voice ask. You looked him in his eyes again, your heart picking up pace for some ungodly reason. “I swear it was an accident.”
“You know there’s a reason you’re supposed to hold onto the poles,” you said, colder than you intended. You didn’t mean to be rude to him but it sort of just flew out. “They announce it like a million times before the subway takes off.”
“Yeah… I know,” he said, sheepishly, breaking away from your gaze and placing a hand above yours on the pole.
“So why did you choose to ignore it? My chest isn’t a stable part of this subway cart, believe it or not.” You were coming off harsh, maybe too harsh to someone who claimed it was an accident.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t choose to ignore it… I- I shouldn’t have… I’ve just had a rough day so far. Um… Call it a lesson learned?” he stuttered, half smiling. He honestly seemed sorry about it but you couldn’t fully trust a complete stranger. Something about him did seem familiar though, like you’d seen him at an audition or perhaps on a billboard in Times Square.
“Sure,” you responded. You decided to pull out your phone to text your friend you were planning on meeting at the audition that you might be stuck in a subway for a little while. You removed your hand from the pole and reached into your bag but only felt your music binder and an accumulation of dance shoes. You felt around a little more and found it while the subway simultaneously lurched forward back in motion again. Helplessly, you fell towards the young man who caught you in his arms with ease. You looked up at him, feeling embarrassed and hypocritical while he, on the other hand, was trying to hide a bit of laughter.
“Sweet Jesus, I am so sorry,” you said to him, regaining your balance and latching your hand back onto the subway pole.
“Call it payback?” he suggested. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I’m Vernon, by the way.”
