Damn You SEVENTEEN

Damn You SEVENTEEN

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"Does she love me, does she love me not?" He continued pulling the petals of a poor daisy. "What will the petals answer to me?" I sneered at his actions. Seriously, using their song for this matter? Tsk. I tiptoed to his side and said, "Oh look! It answered 'Damn you Seventeen'!" --- - --- Song Jihyun (성지휸) is a jobless eighteen-year-old girl. She's a free runner but Pledis Entertainment hired her to be SEVENTEEN's guardian at school. Being inside one special section, what do you think will happen to her and SEVENTEEN? Riot. --- - --- This is my first story on wattpad. Please do bear with me because I may have typos and not so good chapters. I also update slowly. I'm so sorry ㅠ.ㅠ
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Mingyu's breath brushes against Seungcheol's cheeks, a soft whisper in the cool air. "No way," he murmurs, his eyes alight with an intensity that makes Seungcheol's heart race. "Holy shit, I love you." Time seems to freeze for Seungcheol as he instinctively pulls back, a rush of uncertainty flooding him. "You don't know me," he replies, his voice trembling slightly. He avoids Mingyu's gaze, focusing on anything but those earnest eyes. "I'm very unlovable." The words tumble out, laced with a hollow laugh that feels more like a shield than a joke. But Mingyu doesn't share his amusement. He blinks slowly, his gaze unwavering, wide, and innocent like a sleepy owl peering from the pages of a storybook. It's captivating, and Seungcheol feels the warmth of that stare even as he looks away, trying to shield himself from the truth in Mingyu's eyes. "No, I'm an excellent judge of character," Mingyu insists, his voice steady. "I love you." The declaration hangs in the air, a sweet echo that pulls at Seungcheol's heart. OR A mincheol fic where their love story begins in the fall when the world outside is shedding its vibrant hues leaves drifting down like forgotten dreams. In this fragile season, they discover a love that blooms slowly, sweetly-sticky like warmed honey, rich and comforting, defying the chill around them.

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