ok so rant time.
the fact that kim samuel didn’t make it into wanna one is pissing me off so much. he’s literally taleneted in every field (dance singing rapping). hOW MUCH SHIT DOES THIS BOY HAVE TO GO THROUGH JUST TO DEBUT?? THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HE DIDNT DEBUT. I DONT UNDERSTAND????? i literally want to avoid wanna one (which i know is stupid and childish) bc of this. and also jonghyun??? why is he also not in wanna one. i’m so freaking done with this and done with mnet uGH. ok i’m done but if anyone wants to rant with me just message me
ANON REQUEST: “the morning after” w/ monsta x or svt perf
WARNING: veeeery soft sexual themes
You and Junhui only returned home from the bar at 3am and, four hours later, the two of you were still awake. So, needless to say, your “morning after” turned into an “afternoon after.” But it didn’t feel like it.
You only got to sleep for five hours. You still felt a little tired and a little drunk from last night and the smirk on Junhui’s face reminded you all about your activities just a few hours prior. Actually, if it wasn’t for Junhui’s staring – and the few, innocent kisses he’d placed all over your face while you slept – you were sure you wouldn’t have woken up at all.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said and, although you’ve heard him call you that hundreds of times, hearing this first thing in the morning, while Junhui’s voice was still a little hoarse, made you melt right then and there.
“Morning,” you replied quietly. “But I have a feeling it’s not the morning at all.”
“It isn’t,” Junhui confirmed. “But I was hoping you didn’t have any plans today so I didn’t wake you earlier.”
Knowing that nights out with Junhui tended to end with you waking up in his bed, you never made plans for the next day.
“I don’t,” you said. “But it would be nice to get out of this bed before it’s nighttime again.”
“Hmm…” the sound came out of his mouth in the form of a purr as he cuddled his face into your neck, making you turn away from him to avoid the tickling sensation. “Why would you leave me all alone in this bed? There are so many things we can do, I wouldn’t mind spending the whole day here with you.”
Everything related to Soonyoung was fun. His smile when he saw you take your clothes off for the first time was excited. His sounds of pleasure when his body was finally on yours were cheerful. The whole atmosphere as the two of you giggled all through the night was playful. You had no doubt that after you fell asleep, you smiled all throughout the night, no matter what you dreamt about.
And, obviously, it was his Soonyoung’s cheerful smile that you saw first thing in the morning after you opened your eyes.
“Good morning,” he said, his bright mood immediately dissolving your grumpy one. You weren’t a morning person, but, apparently, you were an any-time-of-the-day person when you were with Soonyoung.
“Morning,” you replied, responding to his smile with one of your own. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping more, but I can’t waste my time doing that when you’re here.”
“Sleeping is not a waste of time,” you said.
Soonyoung nodded, acknowledging your statement and yet still countering it. “It is when there are so many other things we could be doing.”
“I hope you mean eating,” you said, watching his smile widen. You and Soonyoung had many things in common but your love for food was one of the biggest ones. “I am starving.”
He sat up as soon as you said it, nearly tossing the blankets on the floor in the process.
“On it!” he exclaimed, leaning in to press an unexpected, yet just as warm kiss to your forehead. “You stay here, I’ll bring the breakfast to you. You deserve to spend the whole day just laying in bed.”
You were actually halfway out of bed when you heard Minghao softly mumble something, still too drowsy to speak properly. You turned around to look at him and, within a few moments, Minghao opened his eyes. The two of you watched each other for a while until he blinked, breaking eye contact.
“Are you leaving?” he asked slowly, his voice still laced with sleep.
You weren’t sure if you were supposed to leave so you chose to ignore his question. “I’m getting water. Do you want anything?”
“Yes,” Minghao said. “I want you to stay in bed with me.”
Resisting the urge to smile, you looked away from him. He wasn’t always so open and honest about his feelings, so all the butterflies soaring in your stomach after he said this were justified.
“Alright,” you said. “I’ll be right back.”
But just as you were standing up from the bed, Minghao grabbed your hand, earning a confused look from you.
“Don’t be long,” he said. “It’s cold here without you.”
Frankly, you have never seen this clingy side of Minghao before but it brought a smile to your face that no amount of resist could have helped you avoid it. Not to mention how cute he looked with morning hair and sleepy eyes…
“Okay,” you said. “I’ll be right back.”
But he kept on holding your hand. You watched him expectantly, waiting for him to let go.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he brought his tongue over his lips in a slow – and a very hypnotizing – manner, and gave you a smile. “I changed my mind. I’m not letting you go anywhere unless you give me a kiss first.”
Chan woke up before you did and he just watched you sleep for a good minute. Then he had a moment of panic because he thought that maybe the right thing to do in this situation would be to bring you breakfast to bed. But then your eyes fluttered open before he could make this decision.
“H-hi,” he said, his gentle voice helping you wake up.
“Hi,” you replied slowly and then waited for Chan to say something else since he opened his mouth. But he just watched you again. “Is everything okay?”
“N—yeah. Yeah, it is,” he said, looking away. “I just… I didn’t realize you’d look even prettier in the morning than you did last night.”
“Oh,” you looked away from him, too, turning to lay on your back. “Oh, wow. It is too early to be blushing, don’t say that.”
He chuckled at this and you glanced at him, realizing that his bright smile was the only source of light in the bedroom. He looked amazing at all times of the day, but his bare face in the morning was the one look that took your breath away the most.
“You look beautiful, too,” you said then, looking away again because there was something too intimate about giving a person compliments when you were laying in bed next to them, the specific scent of passion still in the room.
Chan gently brought his hand to your face, turning it towards him. “I want to do something.”
“What?” you asked, expecting him to explain to you what he had in mind. Instead of that, though, he just leaned in closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your lips and lingering there for just a moment because there was nothing he loved more than the feeling of your lips.
You had a smile on your face when he pulled away and Chan began to smile shortly thereafter, too. “Is that what you wanted to do?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “And I’d really like to do it again.”
Authors note: Greek mythology seventeen au hell yeah! Based loosely
on the Hades-Persephone myth.
Summary: who would’ve thought Persephone would’ve fallen for
someone from the underworld?
word count: 9k
“Seriously, you nymph! Stay still” you teased Hoshi as he
fidgeted with his bow and arrow of hearts. You were trying to fix his hair how
his mother liked it like she had asked of you. There was to be a banquet later,
and everyone needed to look their best.
One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.
— Beau Taplin
Since you were a child, you knew a witch. He was bright, rarely smiled, handsome, yet cold. He took care of you well though and protected you from the things he could and comforted you about the things he couldn’t. He was a good friend–one that you wouldn’t mind keeping for a lifetime. And this friend had a power, special to him as other witches had. It was the power to see death.
summary: you and hansol spend the night at his parents’ house, a family trip to the beach awaiting you in the morning. but your boyfriend has plans to keep both of you up for a little longer, you just have to be quiet for him.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, hoes!), dumbassery
author’s note: first time writing on here, some thoughts/feedback would be v appreciated. thanks homies
you walk into the guest bedroom you and hansol are sharing at his parents’ house, closing the door behind you
hansol is lying on the bed, phone in hand, laughing, probably at something dumb soonyoung said in the group chat
that is until you catch his eyes, taking your pajama pants off
he smiles a little bit and, noticing it, you smile back. “what?”
SEVENTEEN (Hip Hop Unit) / Their S/O is another member’s sister
REQUEST: Seventeen hip hop unit younger sister being in a relationship with another one of the members in the hip hop units
i kind of flipped this around lol
Seungcheol didn’t really care about the fact that Hansol was your brother mostly because you two were a very low-key couple and he had assumed you’ve told Hansol about your relationship anyway. The fact that Hansol hadn’t talked to Seungcheol about it yet had to mean that he didn’t mind his friend dating his little sister.
Only, you haven’t told Hansol yet.
Seungcheol learned this the hard way as he sat down next to Hansol in the changing room, ready to scold him after finding out that he had canceled his plans with you because he had to be up early the next day.
“It’s not cool of you to cancel on Y/n like that,” he said. “She says she understands but she’s been really looking forward to hanging out with her brother.”
Hansol raised his eyes to look at the older member, frowning. “What? How do you know I canceled?”
“She told me,” Seungcheol shrugged his shoulders as if he had just said the most obvious thing in the world.
Hansol continued to look at him, beyond confused. “W-why would she tell you?”
Seungcheol frowned, too. “Do you think I don’t talk to my girlfriend or something?”
It finally dawned on Seungcheol. Hansol wasn’t pretending to be stupid or clueless. He didn’t know.
“Oh,” Seungcheol said, standing up suddenly. “I think I heard my phone ringing. I’m going to go look for it.”
He ran out of the room as if he was competing in the Olympics, ignoring Hansol’s angry and confused shouts of, “you’re dating my sister?!” and “why haven’t you told me?! I’m your friend!” and, of course, “come back, I won’t kill you!” which Seungcheol saw as a trap and chose to lock himself in the bathroom stall until the tension reduced on its own.
“Y/n,” he said into the phone once you’ve answered his call, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom. “I just told Hansol we’re dating. I—”
“What? Why?!” you screeched suddenly, not having expected him to hit you with something like this.
“I didn’t know he didn’t know!” Seungcheol quickly countered. “Can you talk to him for me? I’m not afraid of him or anything, I just didn’t like the way he glared at me when I told him. I love you!”
Since Wonwoo and Mingyu were always close, Wonwoo actually asked him if he was okay with the fact that he was dating you. After a lot of dramatic sobbing on Mingyu’s part, – “my little sister is all grown up!” – Wonwoo was officially granted the permission to date you and went ahead to make his relationship with you official.
Mingyu, although alright with this, – because he knew Wonwoo was great – still remained protective of you whenever you came around to spend some time with your boyfriend.
“Are you going into his bedroom?” Mingyu called out to you. “Remember to keep the door open! No funny business.”
You groaned at this. “Jun’s in the room, too.”
“If that’s the case,” Mingyu said, coming closer to you and entering Wonwoo’s bedroom before you did. “I’m staying here, too. I’ll supervise.”
“Supervise what, exactly?” you asked, walking into the room and sitting down on the bed.
“Whatever’s going on here,” Mingyu gestured vaguely with his hands. “Don’t think I don’t know what kids do these days.”
You groaned again, realizing he was too far into the role of your parent to be stopped now. “Okay, Gyu. Got it.”
“Very well,” Mingyu replied, sitting down on a chair nearby.
Soon, Wonwoo entered his room, giving you a quick hug, - he was refraining from any other PDA because of the audience in the room – and then sitting down next to you. He didn’t feel anything at first, but once he saw you roll your eyes every now and then, he turned around to see Mingyu staring daggers into his back.
“I thought you were okay with this,” Wonwoo told him.
“I am,” Mingyu confirmed. “I’m just watching you.”
“It’s just my luck to end up having the most annoying brother in the world,” you said with a sigh, not caring that your words sounded somewhat childish. Perhaps acting childish ran in the family.
“Well, good thing you got a great boyfriend to even it out,” Wonwoo joked, taking your hand in his while Mingyu fake-gagged behind him.
Mingyu didn’t know you were Seungcheol’s younger sister when he started to date you and the more frequently the two of you saw each other, the more terrified you became to tell him. You kept thinking that you’d mention this when the time was right, but the right timing just didn’t come, and suddenly, Mingyu was taking you home to introduce you to his family. That is, the other members.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” you said to him from the passenger seat of his car as Mingyu drove down the busy streets of Seoul.
“Okay,” he said, glancing at you. “What is it? Please don’t tell me you have another boyfriend. Things would get really awkward if you did.”
“No, no, I don’t,” you shook your head, too nervous to question the thoughts he was having. “I, uh, I kind of know one of the members of your group.”
“Well, of course,” Mingyu said, smiling even wider. “Me.”
“No, uh… not just you.”
Finally, confusion reached his features. “Who else, then?”
“Seungcheol,” you said timidly, looking away from him. “He’s my brother.”
As if on cue, Mingyu had to stop in front of the red traffic light. He ended up slamming the brakes in shock, adding more drama to the already dramatic moment.
“What?” he asked you, giving you his full attention now that the car wasn’t moving anymore. “Why haven’t you told me that before?!”
“I don’t know!” you responded, panicking slightly. “I guess, I was worried about your reaction. I didn’t want you to find this weird.”
“T-this isn’t weird at all,” Mingyu said, staring straight out of the windshield now, his eyes still wide in shock. “These things happen. One moment I’m taking my girlfriend to meet my friends, and the next moment, my girlfriend is watching her brother shoot me in the face.”
“He—what the—he won’t shoot you,” you struggled to find the proper response. “He’ll be surprised but he’s not going to kill you.”
“Will you come to my funeral if he kills me?”
“Mingyu!” you shouted in exasperation. “He’s not going to kill you!”
“Okay, okay,” Mingyu took a deep breath as a way to calm down before turning to look at you again. “No, but seriously, will you come?”
Hansol was too scared to talk to you when Wonwoo introduced you to everyone when you had decided to visit him one time. He had heard Wonwoo talk about his little sister before, but he never thought you were going to be so beautiful. He was certain you wouldn’t even notice him, too overwhelmed by the other eleven acquaintances to be able to tell him apart.
However, as Wonwoo walked around, introducing you to every member, you just smiled and waved, not really paying that much attention, until your brother stopped in front of Hansol.
Almost immediately after your eyes met, your hearts started to beat to the same rhythm, proving that, perhaps, love at first sight was not purely fictitious.
“This is Y/n,” Wonwoo said. “Y/n, this is Hansol, or, well, Vernon.”
“Hi,” you said, noticing that the boy in front of you was a little too flustered to actually address you first. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” Hansol said, knowing that he would have never forgiven himself if he had stayed quiet. “Wonwoo told us so much about you.”
It was the typical thing to say in a situation like this, and yet, you didn’t want to just laugh politely and walk away.
“Really?” you asked, even though at least five other members have told you the same thing. “I hope he didn’t say anything bad.”
Wonwoo gave you a confused look after you said this and then watched Hansol’s smile widen.
“No, he only mentioned good things,” Hansol said. “However, he never described what you looked like.”
“That sounds like my looks disappointed you,” you half-joked, trying to laugh the awkwardness of this statement off.
“No!” Hansol disagreed right away. “Quite the contrary, actually.”
He looked down as he said this, surprised that he found the guts to – kind of – mention how beautiful he thought you were. You watched the shy smile on his face, feeling your entire body light up with admiration for this boy you barely knew.
Finally understanding what was going on – because the smiles on your and Hansol’s faces were kind of obvious, – Wonwoo quietly walked away, leaving his little sister to fall in love with his friend.
You couldn’t place how you felt in this exact moment. Was it hatred? Terror? Anger? Sadness? Or perhaps it was betrayal. Whatever it was or however many mixes of negative emotions it was, there was one that that was clear–you were in pain. Of course, being tied to a stake and having your skin seared off did that to you.