byeonchen

Thank you all so much for giving my story so much love! I started this fanfic with just a dream in my heart, and now seeing it reach 15k views feels surreal. Every read, every comment, and every little bit of support means the world to me. 

To SEVENTEEN and all the Carats who inspired this journey—thank you for being my light.
Let’s continue this story together till the very last page.

Say the name… SEVENTEEN! 

— With love,
byeonchen 






Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story.



Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group.
A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred.

Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love.

But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all.

A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”

To Seventeen,With All My Heart

Inside the dorm, chaos was unfolding in the most hilarious way. The members were gathered in the living room, playing a new game: "Fill your mouth with cake or get a butt slap."

"Come on, Vernon!" Boo said, stretching his palm like he was already warming up.

Vernon coolly took a huge piece of strawberry cake—and in one smooth motion, stuffed the entire thing in his mouth.

Even Wonwoo, who had previously received a smack, stared with his mouth open and clapped like an annoyed cat who had suddenly become impressed. Vernon stood proud, laughing with puffed cheeks like a victorious chipmunk. Boo, meanwhile, stood there sulking—his slap left un-slapped.

While the laughter echoed, Minghao stood up and wandered to the kitchen for some water. But as he passed by the hallway, he paused.

He noticed her inside, squatting down and busy arranging the remaining gifts. At first, he didn't think much of it—but something made him backtrack. Quiet as a shadow, Minghao stepped back toward her room and gently tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey... what are you doing here?" he whispered.

"AHH!" Xuanye yelped, leaping sideways and clutching her chest. She had smacked right into the wall.

Minghao burst into laughter and squatted down beside her.

"Why are you scaring me like that?!" Xuanye scolded, eyes wide.

"I didn't scare you," he grinned. "I just tapped you. You were the one who got scared."

She let out an exaggerated sigh and sat on the floor beside the scattered gift bags. Minghao, curious, reached out to touch one.

"Don't touch that," she said sternly. "It's not for you."

Minghao gave her a pitiful look and showed her his hand like he'd been wounded.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, rolling her eyes but grabbing his hand to check.

He nodded with the most dramatic expression.

Xuanye gently blew on his hand without thinking. The moment her breath touched his skin, Minghao's eyes widened. His face flushed red like a tomato. His heart started thudding like a drum in his chest.

She blinked, looked down—her hands still holding his—and her eyebrows slowly lifted.

"Why are you blushing?" she teased, smiling with one brow raised.

Minghao froze. "W-what? Me? No… I'm not… I mean…" His voice trailed into silence.

Xuanye couldn't help it—she laughed out loud, shaking her head.

Trying to escape his embarrassment, Minghao asked, "So… where's my gift?"

She let go of his hand. "Ask Nian," she teased. "I didn't prepare one for you."

Minghao pouted like a sulking puppy.

Xuanye watched him for a moment, then reached behind her and handed him a small, neatly wrapped box.

"You did get me something," he said softly, beaming as he took the gift. He carefully started to unwrap it.

"Wait!" Xuanye stopped him. "Don't open it now. Read it after we leave, okay?"

His smile faltered. "Are you really… leaving?" he asked quietly.

The question caught her off guard.

"What did you say?" Xuanye asked, voice suddenly trembling.

"I asked… are you really leaving?" he repeated gently.

"No, not that—after that," she pressed.

Her face slowly lit up. She smiled brightly. "There are still two more days left, Minghao," she said, patting his shoulder. "So don't worry. Sleep early, okay?"

Then she got up and left the room.

Minghao watched her go, then glanced at the gift in his hands. He smiled softly and raised the box like a quiet toast.

CHAPTER 22: The Cake Game and Quiet Gifts