#s.coups drabble

[cheolism]

towards the sun

✧ choi seungcheol x reader

✧ summary: sometimes you wonder if seungcheol will one day regret being tied to you.

✧ wc is approx 2k

✧ warnings/tags: angst and comfort, insecurities. mentions of depression, anxiety. seungcheol talking abt his own struggles with depression. quiet anger, crying. seungcheol loves you sm and spoils you accordingly. childhood sweethearts, promise rings. you two worship each other <3 tons of metaphors.

✧ request: if you have the time can i please request for an argument drabble with cheolli? please make it angst with a fluffy fluff ending:))))))

✧ i hope you like this, anon!!! i couldn't fit in fluff at the end, but it's comfort and sweet. i know you asked for a drabble, but it sort of?? ran away from me?? i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! <3

All night you had sat near the wall, watching your boyfriend socialize. Seungcheol was constantly moving, face bright as he talked to longtime friends and new ones, family members hugging him and congratulating him. 

 You drank your water steadily, trying to get that bitter taste out of your mouth. It had persisted ever since Seungcheol came home, brilliant and bright and shining. He was like a light amongst the crowd, a star amongst the ordinary. 

And you were part of that ordinary. 

He had risen so high. Seungcheol had flown towards the sun, fearless and accomplished. He hadn’t meant to leave you, hadn’t meant to leave you on the ground, but that’s where you stood; watching him fly away, stranded. 

When Seungcheol finally returned to your side, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, despite all the thoughts that poisoned your mind and heart. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing you to his side. He was warm, as Seungcheol always was, warm from the heat of the sun and the satisfaction of flying so close to it. 

“I’m thinking we should head out,” he murmured, voice deep in your ear. He brought his other hand, the one not hugging your waist, up and brushed your hair from your face. Seungcheol’s eyes were sweet as they looked at you, soft with his adoration of you. “Don’t you think so, baby? It’s getting late.”

“Don’t you want to talk a bit more?” You asked, glancing about the room. People were still arriving, taking off their coats and scarves, cheeks aglow with the bite of winter. “You haven’t seen some of these people in forever.”

Seungcheol shrugged, humming as his finger traced the curve of your cheek. “I’ve always thought that if someone really wants to see you, they’d make an effort. You know more than half of these people don’t really care about me.”

You frowned at him, hating the thought. You found it hard for anyone to not care about him, not when his heart was so large and welcoming, when he was Choi Seungcheol. You loved him with every fiber of your being, loved him even when he flew to the sun and your feet remained on the ground, so how was it anyone had the ability to feel otherwise about him? 

Seungcheol laughed softly at your incredulous look. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some soju from the convenience store, some ramen. We can drive out of Seoul, look at the stars.”

Leaving the event was tricky. Even as he was helping you into your coat, even as he slid your fingers into your gloves and made sure they weren’t bunched awkwardly, people were stopping him. They glowed just from speaking to him, as if his stardom was enough to ignite them. 

Eventually the two of you made it out to the car, a sleek black thing that Seungcheol treasured. He tried not to be materialistic, not when the two of you came from families where your parents left you with your grandparents, heading off for long work days, each blinding into the one before it. But he couldn’t help himself. Sleek cars, branded clothes for the both of you, a promise ring, rosegold band lined with small peridots on your finger; a matching watch band for him, your birthstones surrounding the watch face. 

The car came alive with a smooth, deep hum. You couldn’t look at Seungcheol, staring down at your ring. 

Seungcheol was a man far above you in all aspects of the word. Once the two of you had stood side by side on the ground, your childhoods spent running from one house to the next, your grandmothers wearing matching, knowing smiles. But then he had left for the city, his dreams so big and bright, promises to return heavy on his tongue and weighing down on your heart. 

And he had returned for you. You had waited for him, both feet on even ground, but now you couldn’t help but think. 

Did you belong? Did you belong in this sleek black car with your ordinary desk job? Did you belong on his arm, when he shined so brightly and you blended amongst the crowd? 

Seungcheol pulled onto the interstate, fingers drumming on the wheel. Once he got into a comfortable pace, he removed one of his hands and moved it to your thigh. He grabbed your hand, thumb running over the ring absentmindedly. 

His nails were so perfect, you thought. Clean and manicured, trimmed. Your own were uneven, chewed with specks of dirt underneath them. 

You moved your hand from his, clenching your hands together. You shifted back in the seat. 

“Baby?” Seungcheol asked, glancing over at you. “What’s wrong? You tired?”

“It’s --” You sighed, looking out the window. Darkness had long descended on the city, traffic on the highway loose. “It’s nothing.”

There was a temporary silence. “I don’t think it’s nothing. Come on, baby.”

“Do you think we’re right for each other?”

As soon as it left your mouth, you regretted it. You wanted to reach out and grab the words from the air, throw them out the window. They felt so wrong. They felt wrong once you said them, real and tangible. They weren't just your silly thoughts anymore. 

He was quiet beside you. But you weren’t foolish enough to think that he had forgotten about it, that he was ignoring it. That wasn’t who Seungcheol was. 

“I want you to say that again,” he said, voice heavy. “Say that again.”

You felt like crying. How horrible you were. Seungcheol had a wonderful day, surrounded by people who loved and adored him, and here you were. Ruining it with your venomous words. 

“I just --” You broke off, throat thickening with the weight of your words. “Won’t you regret this?”

He was quiet again, though this time it was a baffled, agitated sort of silence. A car roared past you. He tapped his finger against the wheel. “Since you seem so knowing on the subject,” Seungcheol began, his voice tense, “why don’t you enlighten me further on my regrets.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. The stars were completely hidden by the city. Your tears rose up, stinging at the corner of your eyes. “It’s just. We’re so different.”

“We’ve always been different. I don’t see why it matters now.”

You sniffled, ashamed of yourself for causing his voice to harden like that. Seungcheol didn’t yell at you, not after witnessing you flinch back from him once as teenagers. Still, the hardness in his voice, the absolute void of any affection and emotion, made you feel as if you had been yelled at. 

Disappointment, you found, was just as bad as anger. 

“We were kids,” you said.

“Oh, so now that we’re grown it suddenly matters? What the fuck, Y/n. What the fuck is this? What are you trying to say? That these past years haven’t mattered? That we don’t matter? That I don’t matter?”

“No,” you began feebly. “I just --”

Seungcheol interrupted, his red-hot anger slowly beginning to bubble up and out of his mouth. “This is so -- what? You’ve suddenly decided that we’ve wasted the past twenty-five fucking years of our lives? That suddenly because we’re grown that it makes everything fucking invalid?”

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, speechless. 

“I’m so fucking mad at you.” Seungcheol announced. He glanced behind him before turning on the turning signal. Seungcheol merged off of the highway, onto an exit. “I can’t fucking. So everything you’ve ever said to me doesn’t matter?”

Finally a sob, loud and ugly, erupted from you. You pressed your hands up to your face, obscuring it from him. You were shaking. Your heart was bleeding, it felt like. “I love you,” you sobbed, “I just don’t know what to do when you’ll stop loving me.”

He was quiet, the car following a curve off the exit. When the car straightened out, his hand appeared on your thigh. Seungcheol squeezed it once before moving his hand again, grabbing your arm. His hand slid up your arm, wrapping around your wrist. Seungcheol moved your hand from your face, sliding to hold onto your fingers, ignoring the wetness from your tears. 

“You can’t,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “You can’t decide that for me. You can’t suddenly decide that I’ll stop loving you. That’s not -- Baby, that’s so unfair.”

You sobbed again, nodding against your hand. He pulled into a gas station, putting the car in park. Seungcheol undid his belt, turning to you. He reached out, taking both of your hands. “I want you to tell me what’s going on, baby. Give it to me straight.”

You sniffled. You reached up, removing your hand from his to rub at your nose. Seungcheol tsked at you, reaching into the glovebox and removing a tissue. He gently pressed it against your nose, wiping. 

“Come on, baby.” He muttered. His eyes were so wide, shining with unshed tears. “Let me see what’s going on inside that head of yours.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s just -- Seungcheol -- you’re so amazing.”

He blinked, not quite following. 

“You -- you make more money in a month than I do in a year,” you went on, refusing to look at him. “Everyone knows your name. You’re -- you’re amazing and brilliant and famous, and I’m so ordinary and dull and work at a desk.”

Seungcheol let out a loud sigh, one of his hands moving to brush at your cheek and remove some of the tears there. “You know how stupid that sounds?”

“I know!” You sobbed, nodding. “It’s so fucking stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it. Seungcheol --”

He leaned fully over the center console, as close as he could get to you. He wound one arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. “Baby. You are the most beautiful, brilliant, spectacular, amazing, perfect person in the world.”

You shook your head against him, but he sank one hand into your hair and stopped you. “Listen to me, Y/n. You are. You are so perfect. Do you remember the last tour? I couldn’t even make it through Japan. And I was so, so angry. Angry at myself, angry at my brain. But you weren’t. You just held me, loved me. Even though I felt so fucking ugly, you loved me like I was someone worthwhile. And baby --” 

He pulled away, his fingers swiping at the tears beneath your eyes. “I’m telling you right now. You’re fucking worth it. You’re perfect, and beautiful inside and out, and even if you weren’t you still would be because you’re mine. You’ve been mine since we were five and scaring my big brother with worms. You were mine when I left for Pledis. You were mine when you began college, when I came home from that tour. 

“You were mine, just like I’m yours. You’re still mine, I’m still yours. I will never, ever, regret this. I will never regret you.” He sniffled, and when you met his eyes they were slightly red. He was such an ugly crier, you thought, but still you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful person in the world. “Every single fucking day I wake up and think of how blessed I am to have you by my side. Whether you work in a desk or fucking -- if you decide to be a damn professional table tennis player. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”

You nodded, sniffling once more. “I’m sorry, Cheol.”

He shook his head. Seungcheol pitched forward, pressing his mouth to your hairline. “Don’t be, baby. Just promise me the next time you start thinking like that, you’ll tell me.”

“Cheol --” 

“I know,” he interrupted, though not unkindly. “I know how hard it is. But you’re mine, and you know how I like to take care what’s mine. I can’t do that if you’re not telling me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

You swallowed, a deep sigh leaving you. “I love you, Seungcheol.”

“I love you,” he returned, as easily as breathing. "Now let's go get some drinks, some ramen, and then we'll go home and cuddle in bed. Okay?"

You pressed a kiss to his chin, breathing in the smell of his expensive perfume and aftershave. "Okay."

Seungcheol might have flown to the sun, might glow and shine like a star; you might be standing with both feet firmly on the ground, squinting against the sun, watching as he took off. But the thing was, you would come to realize, that no matter how far Seungcheol flew, no matter how close to the sun he got, he would always come back to you.

Always.

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[kpopimaginings]

No Nut November - Seventeen

A/N: Round 2 and its Seventeen’s turn!

1st Out

Jeonghan – Loses on the 1st. Doesn’t tell the others, but next time you are hanging out with the others and find out they think he’s still in, you rat him out. Getting mad at you, he tells you he’ll be with holding sex. Raising your eyebrows you point out that he’s already proved he won’t be able to.

Joshua – Also loses on the 1st. He hasn’t told you about the challenge, so you don’t realise there is anything wrong. Until a week later when you realise you haven’t been invited to any group outings, crash a pub meet up and expose him.

Mingyu – Doesn't do much better. Because he keeps thinking he can’t have sex, his brain hyper-focusses on sex and then finds everything you do sexual and just gives up and has sex with you.

Hoshi – Ends up losing the night they find out about Shua. You both have a bit too much at the pub (which admittedly doesn’t take long for Hoshi) and kind of forget there’s a bet going on until you wake up the next morning, hungover and naked.  

DK – Also ends up getting a bit drunk with you on the night out. You do remember before it’s too late, but you’re both already naked and DK is still happy to continue so you figure you might as well get some.  

Seungkwan – Thinks that now he’s lasted this long, he can tell the others he survives longer than he did. However, he is not great at staying quiet during and the members out him very quickly.

Dino – The hyungs have been teasing him since the beginning that there was no way he’d lose. Now that Seungkwan was out they were even worse. They were constantly babying him, and he eventually gets sick of it, marches home and tells you he needs sex. You don’t even question the bet and happily follow him to the bedroom.

Scoups – Makes it just past the midway point. By now you are getting a bit frustrated. He gets woken up by your moans one night and realises you are having a wet dream. Which would be fine, until he heard you mumble the name of your favourite actor instead of his. He will literally stay awake watching for a moment, contemplating his choices before waking you up to confront you. You get defensive, telling him its hardly surprising when you aren��t getting any from him. He is quick to make you moan his name instead.

Woozi – The members hadn’t actually met you yet, so now that Dino was out and they needed someone to tease, it fell on Woozi. Most of the teasing revolved around him lasting so long because he was perpetualy single and you probably didn’t even exist. So he has sex with you to prove a point... and they still don’t believe him. He basically ends up introducing you just so that you can confirm he has lost. That was definitely the weirdest way you had ever met an S/Os friends.

Jun – Gets a bit too confident. Every time you both get a bit horny, he pushes things further and further. It’s always ‘well if I didn’t cum before, then I can do this bit extra’. Eventually his stamina and luck run out.

Wonwoo – Has not touched you once in three weeks. You were friends with the other boy's partners and knew that they had at least been intimate, even if they weren’t having sex. But with Wonwoo, nothing. To say you were frustrated was an understatement. Sure you wanted him to win, but you also just wanted him. When you finally caught his attention, wearing one of your skimpiest outfits, you realised that was the only way he could have made it this far.

Vernon – Both of you were now very confident. And you had big plans for celebrating the victory. You were in your room trying on the new lingerie you had brought to treat him to come December but Vernon had walked in at just the wrong moment. At least you knew the lingerie looked good...

The8 – Stubborn and competitive. Any time you get a bit needy he will just remind you where your vibrator is. He is determined to win. Will literally suggest breaking up for a month if you get too clingy about it. You're in for a wild December though.

NAVIGATION  |  SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

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[blu-joons]

Support System ~ Choi Seungcheol

It came as no surprise to you as you walked into the studio to plenty of noise, feeling several pairs of eyes look across at you too as soon as you entered with several bags in your hands.

“Lunch,” you smiled, with the bags being taken from your hands before you even had the chance to finish what you were saying, looking around as several of them quickly emptied what was inside.

“You’re a life saver,” Seungcheol grinned as he approached you.

Your head shook as his arm wrapped around you, happy to stand back and watch the boys dig in for a little while first. Although you were waiting to eat too, you knew it was bound to be carnage if you got involved whilst the boys did,

It was far from the first time you had shown up just when the boys seemed to need you. Countless times you had been there to help out, especially when Seungcheol was feeling the pressure, trying your best to ease things for him.

“You bought so many of our favourites,” Mingyu called out to you as he tucked into one of the dishes, “you always know the right things to get us.”

Your smile was wide as several of the boys chimed in and told you how happy they were with what you’d bought, the perfect fix after a hectic morning of rehearsals.

“I hadn’t even thought about lunch,” Seungcheol frowned across at you as he admired the smiles on everyone’s faces, “I’d been so busy worrying about the routine.”

“It’s alright, you guys are busy.”

You could tell straight away that Seungcheol was annoyed at himself for not thinking about lunch, with twelve other people relying on him, he wished that he could have been more organised.

“Are you two going to come and eat?” Seungkwan called out as a spot on the floor opened up.

You quickly grabbed Seungcheol’s hand and led him across to it in an attempt to stop him beating himself up about not organising lunch sooner. You had managed to fix things, with the two of you working as a team, just like usual.

“Come on,” Seokmin encouraged as you found yourself sitting down beside him, feeling his side nudge into yours. “We’ve saved you some to enjoy.”

“I should hope so, I was the one that bought it.”

Seokmin’s eyes rolled as he passed you one of the plates that you had bought too so that they didn’t have to worry about how they were going to eat whilst in the studio.

“We can pay you back,” Minghao offered, “all you have to do is say.”

Your head shook in reply to Minghao straight away, as much as they didn’t like you spending money on them, you never minded stepping up when you needed to.

“Seungcheol, honestly, what would we do if you didn’t find Y/N?” Jihoon queried with a hum of delight in response to the food that he ate, “you found such a great human in Y/N.”

Seungcheol nodded in agreement with Jihoon as he began to load up the plate that he took from Seokmin too, reminding himself each time that he was eating thanks to you.

With their comeback pending, Seungcheol dug his head into the sand to get things done, often forgetting about what was around him. Time and time again you seemed to help him breathe a little easier and support him through the moments that troubled him.

“Y/N, you might need to come on tour with us so that we can continue being looked after,” Jeonghan called out, “you and Seungcheol can be our leaders together.”

Your head shook back at him with a chuckle, “you guys are just fine with Seungcheol, you don’t need me. I just like to do my bit for you guys every now and then, that’s all.”

“But you treat us so well, we can’t ever repay you for what you do.”

They couldn’t believe not just how lucky Seungcheol was to have you, but how lucky all of them were to have you. You kept them healthy and happy, even when at times they felt as if they were beginning to lose control.

“Just stop being nice and enjoy your lunch,” you warned all of them, beginning to get flustered as several compliments seemed to come your way. “It’ll go cold if you guys don’t eat it soon, then you won’t be thanking me.”

“Yes, we will,” Soonyoung argued, poking his tongue at him as you shot a glare across at him. “You’re not a part of Seventeen Y/N, but you’re as good as one of us, no one helps us out more than you do to keep us going.”

“They’re right,” Seungcheol spoke up too with a soft smile, “I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to be the leader that I am without you.”

Your head shook back at him, “you don’t give yourself enough credit sometimes, I keep telling you to stop underestimating yourself.”

Seungcheol’s smile turned up as a few of the boys began to move around the studio again after eating, heading to the toilet or going to pick up their phones to reply to any messages that they had gotten through the morning.

You and Seungcheol soon found yourselves sat with no one else anywhere nearby to you, with Seungcheol’s arm slowly moving to wrap around you. His eyes remained on the food that was around the studio, appreciating still not just the fact that you had brought them lunch, but the many other things that you did for them too.

“Have you eaten enough?” You asked Seungcheol as you went to creep forwards, only for Seungcheol to pull you back and stop you from helping to tidy things up.

“I’ve eaten more than enough, no thanks to you, of course.”

“Are you alright?” You quizzed, noticing that Seungcheol seemed to be a little distant with you, resting your hand over his. “I’ve done the right thing bringing you guys something to eat for lunch, haven’t I?”

Seungcheol nodded back at you straight away as his eyes looked across to you with a wide smile on his face, trying his best not to seem so distant.

“It’s just got me thinking really,” he began to tell you, “I mean, there’s so many things that I really don’t think that I would be able to do if it wasn’t for you Y/N.”

“We’ve been through this,” you laughed, “you really don’t need me, you can do this yourself with a bit more faith.”

Although you continued to downplay the role that you had in Seungcheol’s life, he would continue to pick you back up.

“You’re my support system,” he suddenly told you, “whilst the boys often rely on me as their leader, you’re the one that I rely on. Time and time again you help me out, and you never even complain about it too.”

“I just like to support you, because you support me too,” you smiled, “you’re always there when I need you too.”

Seungcheol nodded in reply to you, “I’ve got to repay you for all the things that you do for me, haven’t I, after all.”

“You know that whenever you need help, I’m here,” you whispered back across to Seungcheol.

His head continued to nod, “I mean it too, I couldn’t do the things that I do if it wasn’t for you, you’re the best Y/N.”

“Just like you’re the best leader too.”

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Masterlist

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[synthetickitsune]

S.Coups (Seventeen) | Carrying you to bed comfort | 0.7k | gn!reader

It’s late. You should be in bed, but tomorrow you’re gonna wake up a couple hours later, so you wanna make the most of the day and stay up until the late hour. That’s really an oxymoron because what you’re doing is lying on Seungcheol’s chest. With your ear right above his heart, the soft relaxing sound of lo-fi playing in the background barely reaches you. He’s scrolling on his phone, leg bouncing to the rhythm and occasionally bumping into your leg. 

He’s solid and warm. The scent of his cologne lingers on his skin even after his shower, you can smell it faintly under the soft scent of his shirt. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your mind is foggy. You could fall asleep like this, but the couch is no place to sleep. Besides tomorrow is another day, which means responsibilities that have little to do with what you truly want to do, with what makes your heart and soul feel full. It’s alright, you remind yourself. This is good enough.

Yet it still makes a familiar burn spread beneath your eyelids and you need to take a few deep breaths to chase it away. 

“Oh, it’s getting late,” Seungcheol’s voice can be heard above your head and your hand grips his shirt a little tighter.

“Come on, love. Let’s get to bed,” he whispers, his voice sweeter now that he’s talking to you. When you don’t reply, you feel tension rise through his body. He knows you’re not asleep. 

“y/n?” he calls your name softly. He puts the phone down to rub your back. The burning is back, but you refuse to let the tears spill. It’s so stupid.

“Cheol?” you say and you know he can hear the hint of wobbliness in your voice. He keeps rubbing your back, waiting. “Can you carry me to bed today?”

It’s not far, and he’s strong enough to carry you a couple meters. He likes to boast about it and remind you of the fact by picking you up and spinning you in his arms even if for just a second. Even now you’d swear you felt him perk up. 

“Yeah, of course,” he kisses the top of your head, “No problem.” 

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t tease you for being unreasonable or childish. You can hear the smile in his voice, the fondness that makes you feel warmth in your soul.

It takes some maneuvering but soon you’re securely in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he grants your wish. His hands support your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin out of habit.

He lays you down gently and helps you get under the covers, tucking you in when you settle in one position. Seungcheol sits on the edge and pets your hair.

“I’m gonna get some water, do you mind if I keep the lights on?”

You shake your head no and receive a kiss to your forehead in response. He’s only gone for a minute, but he’s careful when he sets down the glass.

The world falls into darkness behind your closed eyelids and you hear him pull off his shirt. Then he joins you in bed, crawling closer until you feel his body heat seeping into yours. He wraps an arm around you, spoils you with another kiss - this time to your temple - before he makes sure again that the blanket is securely covering your body.

“I think I’m gonna play on my phone for a while, do you mind?” he asks, holding you against him.

“No, but can you have the music on? It helps me sleep,” you murmur, grateful when he nods without any question. Soon enough, you feel him change his position without moving away from you. His body is still warm against yours.

“Good night, love,” he whispers with the sound playing lowly from his phone already. No shame, no questions, only blind hope for better tomorrow. 

“Good night,” you manage weakly, drifting off as his fingers absentmindedly stroke through your hair any chance he doesn’t need both hands to play.

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[jinkoh]

adore u

seungcheol x fem!reader

summary: crushing on seungcheol was a really bad idea. sleeping with him, no strings attached, was even worse. and yet...

Tags: ons/fwb to lovers, suggestive, a little fluff, a little angst, best friend!seungkwan; warnings: alcohol consumption; word count: ~4,6k

a/n: i started this ages ago tbh and then didn't rlly know how to end it so it sat in my drafts for a rlly long time but i finally got around to finishing it~

Masterlist

You hadn’t intended for the evening to go like this. It was meant to be nothing but a chill evening with your best friend Seungkwan. But maybe everything had been doomed from the moment he had told you that some of his friends would be coming too. Not that you didn’t like them. You did, one of them just a little bit too much—and that was the whole problem. Despite knowing Seungcheol would never be serious about someone like you, you couldn’t help yourself from being attracted to him. There was just something so charming about the way he looked at you that made your heart flutter. 

“So, when are the other guys coming?” you asked, lounging on his couch, leaning against the headrest. You thought you sounded casual, but your friend had you all figured out.

“Are you asking about the other guys or just one guy in particular?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” You stared back with wide eyes, the clattering coming from the hallway going completely past you.

“Ah, so we’re still pretending that you don’t have a crush on Scoups?”

"I don't have a crush on him! He's just—attractive!”

"Who's attractive?"

Your head snapped around to Hoshi poking his head into the room, while toeing out of his shoes. But worse than Hoshi looking at you with curiosity, was Seungcheol, standing right there in the doorframe, a big box with snacks and drinks in his hands.

"Who's attractive?" Hoshi asked again, making his way into the room.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat that had risen to your cheeks. "No one."

When your gaze flickered over to Seungcheol there was a smug gleam in his eyes.

"Boring," Hoshi pouted, before making his way through the room to the kitchen, a second box in his arms. "You coming, Cheol?"

"Sure," he replied, his eyes still lingering on you. And then he chuckled. He fucking chuckled. You wanted to disappear on the spot. There was no doubt in your head that he'd heard you.

He didn’t let on though, not in a way others would notice. But you were hyper aware of every little move he made throughout the evening. He wasn’t even sitting close to you, nor did you really talk much, but he still had you on edge with the smug glances he threw you from time to time.

When you couldn’t endure his eyes on you for even a second longer, you excused yourself to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind you. After all, you just wanted to splash some water in your face to hopefully cool down a bit. But it seemed that had been a mistake.

"So, you think I'm attractive?" A familiar voice suddenly rang from right behind you.

You swallowed around the lump in your throat before you dared to look up, your eyes meeting Seungcheol’s through the mirror.

"No, I—that was just objectively speaking—"

A laugh slipped past his lips at the way you were fumbling for words. He stepped a little closer, his breath tickling your ears when he spoke up again. 

“I’m objectively attractive?”

“You’re twisting my words.”

"I’m not. Just be honest with me."

A shudder ran down your spine and you felt flustered, your voice shaking a little despite your best efforts to sound tough.

“Why are you making such a big deal of it anyway?”

“Hm, good question. ” he hummed in response, hesitating for a moment before he added, “Maybe I like it.” 

“Like what?”

He huffed a laugh. “You.”

You knew that he didn’t mean it the way you did—he clearly just liked the idea of you in his bed. You knew that—and yet your heart was racing in your chest, excited by the thought that he liked you, in whichever way.

When you didn’t reply and just kept staring at him through the mirror he leaned in even more, his nose nudging against the spot behind your ear, his eyes wandering between the you in front of him and the you in the mirror. “So,” he started again, “what do you think?”

“Me too,” you replied against your better knowledge. This was nothing but trouble, all of this was just a game to him. But you couldn't resist. “I like it.”

He hummed contently, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "That's a good girl."

His hands found your hips to turn you around, your face mere inches from his, and his gaze fixed on your lips.

God, you wanted this so badly. Still, a small voice of reason was fighting for attention inside your mind.

“Isn’t this a bad idea?” it made you ask, even though you already knew the answer yourself.

“I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in a while,” he replied with a smug smile. “Don’t you agree?”

No.

“Yes.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, before pushing in and closing the gap between the two of you. At first it was just a gentle brush of his lips against yours, tentatively, questioningly; but when you leaned into the kiss he cupped your jaw and pulled you closer. 

Surely this would end badly for you. Seungcheol wasn’t the type of guy who did relationships and you weren’t the best at separating your body and heart. But just for tonight you wanted to indulge. Who knew if  the opportunity would arise  again.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself tugged into an unfamiliar bed, a strong arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You couldn’t exactly recall how you’d gotten there, but what you did recall was what had happened once you’d arrived. You remembered the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his lips had explored your body, the way he’d looked at you. There’d been something hungry in his eyes. But somehow he’d also made you feel precious, like something that should be treasured. You knew you were absolutely fucked. 

His arm was still wrapped around you, holding you close but you already felt like crying. When you stirred, trying to free yourself from his grasp he groaned in protest, pulling you closer. 

“I have to get up,” you complained.

“Mhm-hm.” You felt him shaking his head before nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t.”

“Seungcheol, please,” your voice quivered but you hoped he didn’t notice in his sleepy state.

“Why?” 

All of this was really bad for your heart. With the way he behaved you could almost delude yourself into believing this was more than just a one night stand, that maybe his like had meant something more after all.

“I have to work,” you lied. It was a weak lie, he knew you were off on sundays, but he loosened his grip anyway.

You freed yourself from his embrace and got up, hastily picking up your clothes from the floor so you could exchange them for the loose shirt Seungcheol had given you to sleep in. All the while, he was watching you from the bed, his head propped up on one hand.

“Are you coming back?”

“What?” You turned around to him, your shirt and pants clutched to your chest.

“Are you coming back?” He simply repeated.

You had a rough idea what he was implying. But how were you supposed to survive some kind of friends with benefits arrangement with the guy you’d been crushing on for months now?

"Let's just forget about this. It did not happen."

Seungcheol looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face that quickly turned into a cute pout. 

"Well then it can not happen again, right?" 

You wanted to say no and reinforce that it really wouldn’t, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. So, instead, you just disappeared to the bathroom where you hastily slipped into your clothes to escape his flat as quickly as possible. Maybe you’d be able to leave while he was still snuggled up in bed if you were quick enough.

But when you left the bathroom you heard clattering from the kitchen.

“I’m leaving,” you shouted into the hallway, because your manners forbade you from just rushing out even in this situation.

Seungcheol immediately poked his head out of the kitchen, the same pout on his lips again. 

“You’re not even having a coffee?”

“Work. I told you.”

“Fine,” he replied but the pout didn’t disappear.

He walked you to the door, waiting patiently while you put on your shoes and coat, and then opened the door for you.

You felt awkward as you walked past him. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“You can also call me, you know?” He reached out for your hand, just briefly holding onto it before letting go again. “Call me.”

You didn’t call him. You knew you wouldn’t call him the second you left his apartment and walked your sorry self to the bus stop. To say you regretted your decision from the night before was an understatement. Having an unrequited crush had been painful even before this. But now that you knew what it felt like to be held by him, now that you knew how gentle his hands could be and how he looked when he’d only just woken up—how were you supposed to ever get over it?

It was stupid to waste any tears on this, it was your own fault after all. But you did anyway, sitting at the bus stop crying until your bus arrived and then crying some more once you’d gotten home.

Avoiding Seungcheol seemed to be the best solution for now, just until your heart had recovered a little. But that was easier said than done. Your social circles were so closely intertwined that it was hard to avoid him without making it obvious. And while you didn’t want to see him, you also didn’t want to appear like some heartbroken loser who cried over a one-night stand (even if you did).

Before long you were sitting in Seungkwan's living room again, squeezed on the couch between a slightly drunk Wonwoo and an infinitely drunker Hoshi, while Seungcheol kept eyeing  you from the other side of the room. He didn't even try to be subtle about it and it drove you insane. You tried to avoid his gaze as best as you could but your rebellious eyes kept wandering back to him anyway. It wasn’t your fault he was looking so cute today, with a pair of round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his dark tousled hair falling into his forehead, almost hiding the way his eyebrows were slightly pulled together.

“Should I get you a new drink?” Wonwoo pulled you out of your trance, gesturing to the empty cup in your hand.

“Huh? Ah, no thank you, I’ll go.” 

You took this chance to escape to the kitchen, hoping to get a moment of peace and collect your thoughts. You should have known better though. Leaving the room hadn’t worked last time, what had made you think it would now?

“You didn’t call me.” 

Seungcheol looked at you with the same pout he’d already given you one too many times.

You shrugged. “Guess not.”

“Why not?”

“Does it matter?” 

“It does.”

“Come on, Cheol, don’t pretend to be bothered by this.” You grabbed one of the liquor bottles, struggling to open it. Before you could give up in frustration, Suengcheol took the bottle out of your hands and opened it for you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Instead of handing the bottle back to you, he poured some into your cup, reaching for soda next.

“I prefer—”

“Orange, I know.” He mixed your drink, just the way you liked it, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. “So why didn’t you call?”

You huffed a laugh. “I’m just not cut out for this kinda thing. I don’t fancy getting hurt.”

"You were the one that practically bolted out of my apartment the next morning and then didn’t even call. Shouldn't I be the one who's hurt?" He didn’t meet your eyes when he said it, instead focused on refilling his own cup.

"As if you’d get hurt over someone like me."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow and you knew what he was going to say: What do you mean ‘someone like you’? But you weren’t up for a serious conversation now. And it wasn’t like he’d understand.

“Besides,” you quickly tried to steer the conversation away. “Didn't we agree to forget about all that?”

“I agreed to nothing of the sort. Why would I agree to something stupid like that?” 

“Because we—it was a one-time thing! A bad idea!”

“A bad idea?” He cocked his head. “That’s not what you said last time, Princess.”

Caught off guard by the nickname, you felt your face flush with heat. “Don’t call me that,” you snapped but it didn’t sound very convincing.

“What, Princess? Hmm.” He stepped a little closer, a thoughtful look on his face. “I thought it suited you.”

You automatically took a step back and as a result stumbled into the sharp edge of the kitchen counter. It wasn’t too painful, but you still winced.

Seungcheol chuckled. “Maybe klutz would be more fitting after all?” He sneaked his arm around your waist, his hand covering the edge so you wouldn’t bump into it again. “Or bumpkin?”

“I’m not a klutz,” you choked out, trying your best to ignore your racing heart, overwhelmed by the proximity.

“It’s cute though.”

“Stop teasing me, Seungcheol.” You looked at him with a frown. He huffed a laugh at your complaint.

“Funny, I could have sworn you were into that.”

Heat crept up your neck to the tips of your ears. But before you could retort anything, the two of you got interrupted.

“Uh,” Wonwoo eyed you from the doorway. “Sorry—just—y/n was taking a really long time in the kitchen so I thought I’d check…” He trailed off, his eyes wandering between the two of you.

“Actually,” Seungcheol said with a casual tone, putting a little distance between the two of you. “I’m getting a little tired and was just about to offer y/n a ride home since she’s a little drunk already. Even ran into the counter, the poor thing.” 

“It wasn’t that bad. I’m not drunk.”

“So I shouldn’t drive you home?”

“Huh?” Your head snapped around to him in surprise, only now registering his offer. “Didn’t you drink?”

“It’s soda,” he held out his cup for you as if to prove his point. “But it’s fine if you want to stay, I’m just asking since I’m leaving anyway.”

Wonwoo was still looking at you from where he stood in the doorway in slight confusion. “So I assume you’re fine?” He searched your face for a confirmation of sorts.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Okay, then. I’ll leave you to it.” With that he returned to the living room, you and Seungcheol once again alone.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Should I take you home?”

It was stupid, really. Both of you knew that you weren’t drunk. And even then, this was literally your best friend’s house. Seungkwan would let you stay over anytime. 

You swallowed. “Okay?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. Take me home.”

Once is a mistake, they say. Twice is a choice. 

And yet, you found yourself in Seungcheol’s bed again, his hands all over your body. He was unbearably sweet with you, from the way he cupped your face when he kissed you to the pretty little lies he whispered.

“I want you,” he mumbled into your bare skin. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” 

It made your heart race but it made it ache too. What he wanted wasn’t you, it was only this: your body in his bed.

“Me too,” you replied anyway, and the smile it put on his face, dimple showing and all, was so adorable you almost wanted to cry on the spot.

“You do, don’t you?” He repeated, more of a confirmation for himself rather than a question to you. 

You didn’t want to think about it, but an evil little voice wondered if he treated others this sweetly too, if he was just as happy to be wanted by others.

“Are you always like this?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

“Always?” Seungcheol didn’t seem to get the meaning behind the question, his expression not dimming one bit as he left little kisses on the corners of your lips before traveling down to your neck and collar bones. “What’s always?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed into the sensation, not willing to sacrifice this moment to your dumb jealousy. “Forget it.”

He chuckled into the crook of your neck. “You love telling me to forget, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Stirring awake the next morning, you were met with round eyes looking at you. They lit up with a smile when Seungcheol noticed you were awake. 

“Hey.” His voice was still raspy with sleep.

“Hey.”

“You don’t work today, right?”

“It’s Sunday.”

“It was Sunday last time.”

You nodded slowly, realizing you had exposed your own lie. “Right. But no work today.”

“Good.” He nuzzled closer, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “Then we can stay in bed a little longer.”

You let him cuddle up to you, soaking in the way it felt to have him close to you and ignoring how much it would hurt to let go later on.

After what felt like hours just cozily spent in bed, you started to get hungry. You didn’t want to say anything nor did you want to leave, so you decided to just endure the feeling for a little longer. Your stomach sadly didn’t agree with that plan though.  It promptly started to rumble and of course Seungcheol had to hear it, too. 

“We should make breakfast,” he said, peeling himself off you with a cheeky grin. “Can’t have my clumsy bumpkin starving to death, can I?”

The fact he’d called you his let you completely forget the fact he was teasing you again. It just felt so good, so much like what you’d thought it would be like to be his in all your stupid dreams and delusions. Even more so, when he placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you out of bed. You sat at his kitchen counter while he made coffee and toast and everything about it seemed just as if you were dating. As if you were in love.

After a breakfast that took way longer than it needed to, you decided it was time to go, despite his insistence on you staying longer. He saw you to the door again, pulling you back to him before you could leave for good.

“When I ask you to call me—” His eyes were on yours, intently watching your reaction. “Will you do it this time?”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. This is where you should have drawn the line. But you didn’t.

“Yeah.”

You didn’t just let the mistake become a choice. No, it ended up as a habit. And how could it not, when Seungcheol treated you so well? 

You texted him that you got home that day and Seungcheol took it as the OK to message you more frequently. He sometimes asked you about your day or told you about his and it did nothing to prevent you from growing more delusional about all of this. Mostly though he invited you over. You spent more weekends at his place than not, holing up in his bedroom until Monday rolled around and reality had you back.

The little arrangement between you and Seungcheol wasn’t exactly a secret. You hadn’t told anyone but it was clear that some of your friends suspected something—and of course they did, you left two parties together. And that didn’t even take into account that Wonwoo had somewhat caught you in the kitchen, though you doubted that he would tattle to anyone.

But despite the suspicions that some of your friends were bound to have, no one really said anything about it. You knew Seungkwan wanted to talk to you about it, but he seemed to always bite his tongue. In a way you were grateful for that. What was he going to say? That it wasn’t a good idea? That you’d end up getting hurt because Seungcheol wasn’t the type to settle down? You already knew all that. You didn’t need anyone to tell you.

While Seungkwan and such seemed to be in the know, others were completely oblivious about it. At least Chan was.

You were all sitting together in Hoshi and Woozi’s living room, drinking and playing games the way you always did. You tried to stay sober though—while Seungcheol and you hadn’t arrived together he did offer to take you back with him, and you didn’t want to be the only one between the two of you to be drunk. Thinking about it, you wondered if Seungcheol had sat out on drinking this often before, or if him staying sober to drive was a recent development. You didn’t get to philosophize about it for too long though, because Chan plopped down on the couch next to you, clearly feeling tipsy already. He had a wide smile plastered on his face as he nudged you in the side to get your attention.

“Hey, y/n,” he whispered loudly, the way drunk people do.

“Mhm?”

His smile grew even wider. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure.”

“But you can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky finger to you.

You intertwined your fingers. “Promise.”

“I heaaard,” he playfully drew out the word in an attempt to create suspense. “Seungcheol is dating someone.”

It took a moment for his words to register, but when they did you felt sick to your stomach. 

“What?”

“I know, right?” Chan giggled. “Never thought he’d settle with someone but he seems serious. Or so I heard, he didn’t tell me personally so shhh,” he dramatically pressed his index finger to his lips.

“Who is it?”

“Mmmmh,” he looked thoughtful. “Probably someone from his classes?”

You nodded. Not because you understood—you clearly didn’t understand any of this at all—but because you were at a loss of how else to respond to this.

You should have known better. You had known better. Seungcheol would never be yours. But you just couldn’t stop yourself, you just had to indulge in the illusion. And now you were paying the price.

With a shaky voice you excused yourself, telling Chan you were going outside for a bit. Your vision was already blurry with tears when you stumbled to the door, taking in a deep breath of the cool air once you were outside.

How long was it going on already? Was he serious about them? Was he ever going to tell you? Of course you couldn’t expect him to be faithful—you weren’t even dating so what was there to be faithful about? But you were sleeping with him. Shouldn’t he at least tell you if he was sleeping with others, too? And shouldn’t he be faithful to whoever it was that he was dating?

You leaned against the cold house wall, trying and failing to keep your composure. No one was outside at this time, the street empty and dark, but you still felt incredibly exposed as you stood there, tears running down your face.

The muted music and chatter of the party could be heard coming from inside and it only made you feel worse. For a moment it grew louder and then there was the thud of the front door closing.

Your head snapped around just to be faced with the one person you didn’t want to see right now.

“I thought—” Seungcheol started, but when he saw you were crying he interrupted himself, his whole posture changing as he rushed over to you. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

With a worried frown he reached out to cup your face, but you evaded the gesture, shooting him a defiant glare that probably looked way more pathetic than you would have liked, with your puffy cheeks and red eyes. 

“Nothing, really.”

“This doesn’t look like nothing.” His eyebrows drew together even further. 

“Just, you know,” you shrugged. "I should have known better than to get involved with someone like you."

Seungcheol eyed you, confused but also clearly offended. "Someone like me?"

"Oh, come on, you know exactly what I mean. Someone popular with a zillion friends and all that. Someone like you could never be serious about me." Your voice was hoarse from crying, taking away some of the heat in your words. But it was still enough to make Seungcheol angry.

"What are you even talking about? Our friends are literally the same and—” he let out an exasperated sigh, as if he was at a loss of words. “You know, you should really work on that inferiority complex of yours. It's not cute."

That stung. Maybe because you didn’t expect him to say such harsh words, or maybe because he was right, you did feel inferior, as if you weren’t good enough for him. 

“Whatever,” you pressed out, your voice shaky as a flood of new tears welled up in your eyes. “Not like it matters, since you found someone better than me anyway.”

His expression softened a little, unable to keep being angry when you were standing in front of him like a sobbing mess. When he reached out his hand this time, you didn’t back away and let him wipe away your tears with his thumb. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his voice confused but gente.

“I already heard it all,” you sniffed. “You’re seeing someone. Chan told me and he had it from—he didn’t tell me. But either way, I already know that you’re seeing someone,” you rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, “so we can stop this game already.”

“A game?” Seungcheol whispered, “Is it really just a game?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Would you be crying like this if it was?”

You shrugged. “Does it even matter? You’re seeing—”

“You,” Seungcheol interrupted. “I was talking about you.”

“Me?” You met his gaze in confusion. “But Chan didn’t say that.”

He huffed a laugh. “Because I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t sure if you would have been okay with that. I didn’t want to say anything at all before checking in with you, but it just kinda slipped…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head bashfully. “Either way. It was you, it was always you.”

“What’s always?”

“Always. Ever since I met you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“But you’re,” you shrugged helplessly, “Seungcheol.”

“And you’re you. And I adore you. ” 

He smiled as he reached out his other hand too, cupping your face and brushing away any tears that were still clinging to your cheeks. “So, no more crying, hm?”

“No promises.” You sniffed again, but there was a small smile tugging on your lips too.

Seungcheol chuckled and pulled you into his chest, your arms naturally wrapping around his waist as he held you.

“So,” he started after a while, “if any of the guys were to ask who I’m seeing—” he let the sentence hang in the air, a playful tone in his voice.

“Then you can tell them it’s me,” you offered sheepishly.

He pulled away to meet your gaze. “And would it be true?”

“Yeah. It would be. Wouldn’t it?”

His face lit up with the smile you loved so much. “It would be.”

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Kiss me thru the phone: S.Coups

Pairing: Staff!Reader x Idol!SeungCheol

Summary: With how busy Seung Cheol is with the tour, it doesn't give him enough time to sneak off with his favorite stylist. So, he tries to make the best of it leading up to his one day off with you in Paris.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it, people), Phone sex, descriptions of mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, biting, mentions of past recordings of sex, slight spit, use of nicknames (baby, princess, love),

Song recommendation: Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy, BTBT by B.I, Devita

Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home

A/N: According to the poll, S.Coups won, so he is next! Let me know in the comments which smut do you think I favored lol. Also yes, your best friend/Stylist partner is named Cherry, I thought it was cute lol.

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Cherry: All stylists please report to standby

You sighed at the message before jogging to standby, watching as the other stylists got ready for the quick change that was about to happen. As much as you loved tours and the energy everyone had at concerts, it always heightened your anxiety.

"Here they come, everyone! 2 minutes!"

The boys quickly ran down the steps to their assigned stylists, breathing heavily as the last song was one with high energy. You quickly handed the passing boys water before handing one to Seungcheol, who was assigned to you and Cherry. He thanked you as you patted his face, working on fixing his makeup and hair while Cherry helped him change into his new set of clothes.

As you leaned closer to his face to fix his hair, he glanced over at you, shooting you a sly wink before stepping back to put on his new shoes. You had to look away so no one could see your smile, returning to face him with a focused face. Seungcheol often shot you secret winks whenever he could, wanting no one else to see them besides you as they were only for you, his girlfriend.

That's right, you were in a secret relationship with Seungcheol, A.K.A S.Coups of Seventeen.

You at first rejected the idea of dating the leader; your company wasn't fond of the idea of staff dating their idols and whenever it did happen, the staff were always harshly punished, as the company believed that they were "purposely distracting the idol from the duties." You found the whole thing bullshit- they couldn't control who fell in love.

But, after being around him for almost 3 years, you both began to fall and fall fast. You tried to change to a different member to avoid your feelings, but that only made him jealous and drove him to drive to your house in the middle of the night and confess to you. That was a year ago, and now you both were exchanging secret smiles and touches whenever you could.

"Please try to avoid getting wet, Cheol. I ran out of water proof foundation." You finished fixing his hair as he fixed the buttons on his black jacket, pausing when he tilted his head back to meet your eyes with a small smirk and a glint in his eyes. "But it'll give me more of a reason to sneak back here and see you." He left before you could respond, calling for his members to head to the lift. You couldn't help but roll your eyes before placing your items back into your holster, sitting back down on some boxes to try and enjoy the rest of the show.

"You know he's not going to listen to you, right?" You nodded at Cherry, crossing your arms as the next song started. He never listened to you, taking every opportunity he could within reason to see you. It sometimes both aggravated you and warmed your heart.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch, allowing you to now relax as the last song came on. You snuck off to your dressing room to start packing up your things, wanting nothing more than to head back to your hotel room early and sleep. "Running away?" You paused as Seungcheol snuck into your room, a smile on his face as he carefully locked the door. You raised your eyebrow as he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, humming about how much he missed you. You gently pressed your hands against his chest so you could look up at him, meeting his face with a small pout, which he kissed.

"Didn't I tell you to not get wet? I can tell you did," he chuckled as your hand gently cupped his face, leaning into your touch as he gently apologized. "Mingyu and WonWoo were actively trying to, despite my words."

"I'll make sure to give them a harsh scolding when I see them next, then." He nodded before leaning down to kiss you, obviously more concerned with kissing you than listening to how you planned on disciplining his members. If anything, he would take care of that for you, but, that wasn't important right now. He gently bit your bottom lip as he walked the two of you backward, stopping when your legs hit the counter, his hands then moving to place you onto the counter. He hummed against your lips as your hands moved underneath his shirt, smiling softly against his lips at the feelings of his warm chest and abs. No matter how many times you were intimate with him, you could never get over the feeling of him; whether in you or just like this.

"Cheol, no marks- remember where we are, baby," you sighed as his lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses to the open skin as his hands moved under your own shirt, moaning at the feeling of your skin. "I know, baby, I won't leave anything anywhere anyone else could see it." His tongue moved out to touch your neck, licking a stripe up to your jaw before biting it, leaving a faint mark. You closed your eyes as he tugged up your shirt, tossing it onto the floor as his fingers moved to unclip your bra as his lips met yours in a heated kiss.

"You look so pretty, baby, whimpering and whispering my name like a good girl." you nodded at his words, opening your eyes to meet him when he let out a soft chuckle. "I feel like you aren't paying attention to me, baby. I could say anything to you while you feel good and you'd just agree with me," he snickered, tossing your bra onto the floor as his face dipped down to leave marks along your chest, his lips leaving plush kisses against your skin. "No, I would n- fuck."

Your words were left into thin air as one of his thighs made contact with your covered pussy, giving you some sort of friction while his lips wrapped around your nipple, busying himself with your body while your hips moved to grind against the thigh. Your hands moved to grip your shoulders as you let out soft moans, licking your lips as he switched breasts, looking up at you with a small smirk at your ministrations. He couldn't help but moan when you dug your nails into his shoulder, trying to hold onto him tightly so you could earn more friction. If there's anything you do that drives him crazy, digging your nails into him is one of them.

He chuckled as your movements grew frantic, his voice now deep as he leaned over close to your ear, praising you as you felt your knot begin to tighten. His hands gripped your hips as you moved faster, his eyes now glued to your moving breasts. It felt like he was in complete heaven, wanting nothing more than to push you to the point of complete pleasure. "Come on, Y/N baby, give it to me, that's it." He pulled his lips from you as he watched your face contort into complete pleasure, watching as you began to shake along his thighs, a settle wet spot coming into view from the thin fabric of your shorts. Seungcheol cursed softly as you rested your head against the cold mirror, enjoying the buzz that was filling your head, only coming back to when he began to carefully dress you. When you looked down to notice the tent in his pants, you asked him about it, he only chuckled and shook his head, making you pout. "Do you hear everyone rushing around out there, Y/N? I don't think I'll be able to keep us both quiet while I-"

"Ok, Ok, I get it." You carefully got off the counter as he laughed, wrapping his arms back around you to press a kiss to your head, just like he did when he first came in the room. He definitely wanted nothing more than to have you coming over and over again on his cock, but with the mass number of staff running around and with how loud you both tend to get, he couldn't risk it- heck, he was risking it being in your dressing room this long. The last thing he wanted was rumors to start and for the company to come after you.

You must've had the same thoughts as him as you pulled back from his warm embrace, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips before gently telling him that he had to go. He sighed before nodding, a slight pout on his lips as he made his way to the door, turning back around to shoot you a quick wink and a kiss before slipping into the empty hallway, leaving you alone in your dressing room with the only reminder of him being your soaked underwear and shorts.

You made sure to check your appearance and make sure that you look sensible before joining everyone near the cars, your yearning for sleep once again returning.

~_______

"Yes, yes, I'll be awake in time for the meeting, don't worry Cherry. Sleep well, talk to you afterwards."

You rubbed your eyes as you placed your phone down onto the nightstand, sighing as your body relaxed into the cloud like mattress. The company would sometimes hold separate meetings for each individual member with their specific team if they had an event coming up, which was the case for you and Seungcheol tomorrow; and while you loved Cherry with all of your heart, you were still a bit upset that she was going to make you go into the meeting as the only sole stylist. While you had been in your position for a very long time, there was something about meeting with everyone, including Seungcheol that made you especially nervous. Now with the added secret of your relationship, you knew you'd be a bundle of nerves, so you needed to get lots of rest.

As you turned over to turn off your lamp, you noticed your phone buzzing, showing tomorrow's man of the hour calling you.

"Yes, Cheol?" You returned your head back to your pillow as you listened to the subtle sound of his sheets rustling, his voice soft as he asked you how you were doing. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as you glanced at the clock, noting how late it was, even for him.

"You care about how I'm doing at midnight?" your coy laced voice made him bite his lip, shuffling once more in his silk hotel bed sheets before he cleared his throat. He knew he was caught. "I just wanted to know how you were before I asked for a favor, that's all."

At your silence, he took it as a sign to let you know what said favor was. "I miss you, Y/N."

"I miss you too-" your words paused in your throat at the subtle moan that slipped through his lips, moving straight to your core, the familiar sound making you cross your legs. While your body reacted, your mind immediately put two and two together, asking him if he was serious. "I thought I could take care of it when I got back to my hotel room or it would just go away but," he hissed as his thumb moved along his now leaking tip, collecting his precum to use as lube as he continued to move his hand along his length. "I need you, Y/N. Can you come to my room, even just for a little bit?"

You bit your lip as you sat up, weighing your options as your listened to his moans, wishing you were there to actually hear them in person. Your body almost leaped out of bed to rush to his room, but your mind cleared up before you could. Your coworkers were spread out all over the hotel, so it would be a problem if they caught you sneaking out to head to a different room at this hour, especially Seungcheol's. "I can't, Cheol, it's too risky."

"Fuck, then talk to me like this, Babygirl. Talk to me while I fucking jerk off to the thought of your body." You rested your body once again back against the bed as one of your hands immediately moved to slip into your underwear, a soft mewl coming from you as you felt how wet you were. At your moan, he couldn't help but release his own, his hand picking up speed. "Tell me how wet it is, baby. Tell me how much that pretty pussy is soaking at the sound of me getting off right now."

"It's so wet for you, Cheol, fuck," you let your eyes roll back as you pushed a finger into you, clenching around the muscle as you began to pump your finger the same pace as him; imagining him standing over you shirtless, his fingers pumping into you, stretching you out before you got to have his cock. One of his rules was that he would always prep you for him, not wanting to hurt you with his size.

"Add another finger for me, Y/N. Keep imagining me being there, stretching that pretty pussy out, getting you ready to take my cock nice and deep." His voice had become much deeper as he approached his orgasm, tossing his head back as sweat began to build up as his hand sped up, moaning along with you as you whimpered his name. Seungcheol didn't care if his members heard him moaning next door, too focused on both of your approaching orgasm to care. His hand gripped his cock harder as your voice cracked, letting him know that you were about to cum, pumping himself faster to meet you. "Add just one more finger in there baby, curl it nice and good- I'm almost there, princess."

You did as instructed, your body arching as you came while you whimpered his name into the phone. He moved his hand faster at your whimpers before his own come coated his chest, his lips stifling his loud groan that wanted to escape due to the pleasure. He continued to pump himself until he was sure he was done, sighing before he thanked you, sitting up to grab his tissue to wipe off the mess. You did the same, cleaning yourself before returning to your bed.

"Are you going to the meeting tomorrow? It's apparently a big surprise," he asked, pouring himself a cup of water before sitting back down onto his bed. You nodded, explaining to him Cherry's situation. "Well, I don't mind being alone with you, of course. As long as I get to work with the prettiest stylist, then I'm alright." You could already imagine the smirk on his face, a small groan leaving your lips at his laugh. "Just remember that you'll have to keep all that flirty energy to yourself tomorrow."

He agreed as he took a sip of his water, noticing a text from his members complaining about hearing him jerk off. He chuckled before letting you know he had to go deal with his members, wishing you a goodnight before hanging up. You took a second to once again check the time before placing your phone back onto the stand, sighing as the cold sheets wrapped your body, slowly helping you fall asleep.

Tomorrow's meeting shouldn't be that bad.

~_____

"I need you to prepare about 50 outfits for a photoshoot in Paris by tonight. You fly out with Seungcheol tomorrow morning, so be prepared."

You couldn't help but freeze in your seat at the demand, your pen falling from your hand to hit your tablet. You had never heard of a single stylist being assigned such a large number of outfits with such little time before. You had to hold back your words as the manager continued on with the meeting, not even shooting you a second glance to make sure you were okay with the assignment. Your hand trembled from your growing annoyance as you picked up your pen, biting the inside of your cheek as a thick folder was slid over to you, labeling all of the concepts that were to be done throughout the photoshoot.

Before you could ask for clarification on one of the concepts, the manager cut you off as he asked certain team members to follow him for a different meeting, leaving you alone in the large meeting room he had rented with a flimsy folder and a bunch of random pictures. Your mind hadn't even registered the fact that you were traveling with Seungcheol, giving you a chance to finally be alone with him; your mind was more concerned with how you were going to piece together so many outfits with such little time. As you went through your day, you barely had enough time to check your phone, which Seungcheol understood. He did slip you half of his sandwich to scarf down while doing a fitting, but other than that, he hadn't seen you much. He tried to hide how worried he was about you, even becoming a bit snippy with his manager due to giving you such a large load of work, stressing you out. He also did ask WonWoo to try and convince Cherry to offer you some help, but she refused as he had her own assignment to worry about. It made him feel helpless; watching you rush around late into the night to prepare many clothes for him with no help.

Even at the airport, he watched as you lugged around the different suitcases, rushing over to help you when one of the paparazzi knocked one over. He shot you a gentle smile from underneath his mask before taking another suitcase from you, walking with you to baggage claim before boarding.

Once you did get to your seat, you sent him a thank you text, smiling as he sent you a selfie with the message "anything for you, baby. See you in Paris for a night you won't forget 😉"

You smiled at his text before falling asleep, knowing you needed to rest up before the rush that was to come.

The company had planned a large photoshoot around Paris as a specialty for Seungcheol's season's greetings package, which explain why you needed so many different clothes; there were cafe looks, regular boyfriend looks, etc. He looked good in anything you put him in, which you and the team were happy about. With every time you came over to fix his outfit, he would whisper something flirty or sweet, making sure no one was around when he did so. While other team members thought you were both were being friendly, you were retorting every flirty thing he would say. When you weren't fixing his outfit and gently hyping him up, you were enjoying the sights as you hadn't been to Paris. It made you smile, honestly- being in the city of love with the man you loved.

It almost felt perfect.

Once the shoot was over, you all went out for dinner, celebrating the successful shoot and looking over the pictures taken over food and drinks. After dinner, you went to the hotel you and the staff were all staying in, being the last one to check in.

"Ah, there is no room reserved for you, ma'am,' You raised an eyebrow at her words, asking the receptionist to check again before sighing when nothing came up. You could've sworn you made a reservation, but you guessed not. While you paced the lobby trying to figure out where you were going to sleep tonight, you also vented to Cherry.

Cherry 🍒: Okay, I got you a room :) Room 173-C, top floor, penthouse too! You can thank me later.

You sighed out of relief, taking your bags up to the elevator to the floor. You pressed your phone against the door to unlock it before walking in, pausing when you saw the room: it was decorated with roses and random gifts, a sweet scent filling your senses due to the many boxes of chocolate that was stacked along a gorgeous wine bottle. You thought you had entered the wrong room, about to turn around and leave when you saw Seungcheol come into view. His freshly done blonde hair was blown out and styled perfectly, his grey shirt tight against his body to show off his body while he also sported dark grey sweatpants. Even though he wore such a simple outfit, you could feel some heat rush through your body at the sight of him. He removed his hands from his sweatpants before he held out his arms, as if inviting you into his embrace. You took one more second to memorize how he looked before taking a few strides to meet him in a rough kiss, making him moan softly. The kiss was needy and loud as his hands moved around your body, obviously showing how much he missed you through his grabs and caresses.

"Hop baby," he gripped your thighs as you jumped into his arms, gripping at the tight shirt as he moved you both over to the bed, dropping your body down onto the bed as you bounced. His lips only moved from yours when you began to move up the large bed, kicking off you shoes as he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes darkening. "You have no idea how much I missed this, baby, seeing you up on my bed, ready to take whatever I give you," he paused to reach behind him and take off his shirt, tossing it away to expose his body to you. It was obvious to you that he had been working out more often; his biceps were bigger and obviously stronger, making you wonder if he could really break you in half or throw you around.

He moved to his hands and knees before he began to carefully stalk up the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved to hover over you. "Have I mentioned how much I love you, Y/N?" You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden love confession, rising your hips as he pulled down your bottoms and underwear. At your giggle his hands moved to pin open your legs, slowly using them as leverage he began to move into what looked like plank position before resting his stomach against the bed, giving you a great view of his back muscles while he moved your legs to wrap around his head.

"Do you remember the last time I had you like this, baby? Had a camera out recording the two of us, just like this- me about to taste this sweet pussy while you were-"

"Seungcheol please," your whines were enough for him give you a subtle lick, silencing your needy cry with a bit of pleasure, but not enough for you. "Am I talking too much, baby?" He asked, his hands moving to rub your thighs before placing a kiss onto them, a small smirk on his lips as you begged again, this time a bit louder, complaining softly about how much he was talking. "Maybe you should pull my hair baby, keep my mouth busy." You did so, gripping the blonde locks to pull him closer to you, moaning softly at the feeling. "Harder, baby." You couldn't help but gently shake at Seungcheol's commanding voice, pulling on his hair harder so he was fully pressed against your wet pussy, just like he wanted.

You couldn't help but grind against his face, moaning whenever his own moans provided vibrations against you. You squeezed your legs around his head, his blonde hair peeking out from your tightly closed thighs as he continued to eat you out, moaning praises into you while you did so.

After one louder moans of his name, he ripped himself away to press his lips against yours, successfully silencing you while his fingers moved to carefully take off your shirt. "As much as I love hearing you say my name so sweetly baby, most of the staff is below or on this floor and I would hate if they heard us and ruined our fun, right baby?" You nodded as the last fabric left your skin, returning your lips to his while he removed his bottoms. You bit his bottom lip as one of your hands moved around his cock, pumping it a few times as he gently moaned into your mouth before he moved you to lay down on your stomach, rubbing his cock along your wet folds, lubing himself up. He slowly pushed into you as your hands gripped the sheets, moaning into a nearby pillow while he filled you up, your body embracing every edge and ridge of his cock as he bottomed you out.

He gave you a few moments to calm down before rested his hands on either side of the pillow you were using, gently moving his hips side to side to ensure you were perfect for him. There was something about having you on your stomach, his hips flush against your ass, you ready for him to have as much of you as he wanted, especially in Pairs, somehow made him slightly sentimental. "Tell me you love me."

"What- Oh fuck," You gripped the sheets once more as his hips began to move harshly, snapping against the flesh of your ass as your face returned to the pillow, only for one of his hands to gently cup your face, making you look up at him while he continued to fuck you roughly. '' You heard me, baby. I know it feels so good, but I gave you a command: tell me you love me while I blow your back out so fucking well." You tried to form sentences while he moved, your brain going fuzzy as he moved faster, not giving you any opportunity to try and answer is question. That's how he wanted you, though: only focused on his dick and how good it feels, not anything else or anyone else.

"That's it, baby, fuck me back. Arch your back while I fuck you from behind," he leaned down to bite your shoulder while you did so chuckling when you began to whine about being close to coming. "You're close? Good. Cum for me, Y/N. Oh my god, give it to me" Seungcheol moved his hips faster as you came, biting his lip as some of your cum began to coat the outside of his thighs. He only slowed down as you began to shake, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your skin before pulling back, the hand that was holding your jaw now moved carefully and slowly down your spine, smirking as goosebumps erupted in your skin. "You know what, baby? That was just. Not. Hard enough for me." his thrusts added emphasis to his words, his hand now roughly gripping at the flesh of your ass as he returns to his rough pace, leaning down to press his face against yours so you could kiss him messily, your hips now meeting his while a whole new wave of pleasure ripped through you, now coating both of your thighs.

He gently praised you as you continued to move back against him, his other hand moving from the pillow to move the hair from your face, moving to gently cup your jaw to force it open before he gently spat into your mouth, letting your head drop back to the pillow before he ran a hand through his hair, giving you a moment to calm down before he began to move his hips, gently pushing the upper half of your body down into the bed while he continued to move his hips, biting his own lip as he held back, contemplating something for a moment before he leaned down to press another kiss to your skin, his hips picking up the pace once you began to mewl into the sheets. "That's its Princess, louder. Get louder for me while you're so lost in these goddam sheets."

"But what about-"

"Obviously I haven't done a good enough job if you're still out here thinking about other people instead of me, right now. Guess I'll have to fix that." He flipped you over so you were on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist while he leaned down to kiss you, his free hand moving to cup your jaw once more so you were looking right at him while his hips picked back up their rough and fast pace, Seungcheol meeting your eyes as he felt himself begin to lose himself within the pleasure. "Cum for me, Angel, come on. I don't give a fuck who hears, come on baby. Cum nice and hard for me, yes." His words were rushed as you screamed his name, Seungcheol doing the same as his hips stuttered against yours, filling you up as you dug your nails into his biceps.

His eyes gently rolled back as he came, a mix of a growl and a moan leaving his lips as he fell forward to rest on your body, his head in your neck while you both held each other, relishing in the afterglow.

After a bit, Seungcheol moved off you, carefully moving to run you a bath before returning, placing you into the beautiful marble that was filled with roses, bubbles, and hot water. You rested your head against the side as he joined you, carefully washing your body before getting you dressed in one of his shirts, laying you down in the large bed while he cleaned up, letting you drift to sleep calmly.

You woke up the next morning to your boyfriend at one of the tables eating breakfast, scrolling through his phone with nothing but a pair of boxers on. When he noticed you were awake, he looked up, offering you a smile before taking him and his plate of food to the bed, sitting down next to you. While you munched on one of the slices of toast he had, he only took a simple sip of his coffee before simply saying "I have a meeting with my manager and higher management about our relationship."

You couldn't help but cough at his sudden confession, asking what he meant. To just randomly schedule a meeting with higher management was already crazy, but to have it about your relationship felt insane to you. Seungcheol took a moment to laugh before placing the food onto the nightstand, then turning to you with a confident smile; the same confident smile you fell in love with. "I honestly doubt that he didn't hear us last night, and from the look he gave me this morning when I was getting breakfast, he probably was already planning on telling them, so there's no reason to wait any longer." At your slight scared reaction, he leaned over to kiss you, easing any of your nerves. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to no longer have to kiss through the phone?"

Yes, it would be.

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[lovelyhan]

kai pls “you sound pretty hot when you shut up.” + cheol im begging

also ily <3 hope ur doing well and taking care of urself <333

SAR BELOVED! sorry it took me a while to get to this </3 but hehe here's some cheol filth to start ur day right 😼😼😼

⟣ "you sound pretty hot when you shut up" ⟢ wc: 0.8k words minors do not interact!

One would think that the two presidents of the oldest fraternity and sorority on campus would get along swimmingly. Not only are the two organizations officially affiliated with one another, but most of the time, their members are either really good friends or dating slash fucking each other on the side.

So yes, it was perfectly logical to assume that you and Choi Seungcheol would fall into either of those categories.

Except you don't.

"Didn't I tell you to stop loitering around our property?"

"Your sorority is literally a sister organization to our frat. This is technically our property too, so what's your deal, ice princess?"

"My deal is that I can't fucking study when you're bringing all these stupid frat boys into our hangout! Don't you all have somewhere else to be?"

"Now why are you even studying at your goddamn hangout spot? You're supposed to hang out here, genius."

As Seungcheol bickers with you, the infamous Zeta Tau Alpha president, the 'stupid frat boys' he brought over to your sorority hangout spot all sigh in unison.

"There they go again," Mingyu comments with a laugh. "If I didn't know better, I'd think this is all for show and they're secretly screwing each other."

"That's, like, fanfiction levels of ridiculousness, dude," Seokmin comments. "They don't hate each other in a 'we-secretly-fuck-like-rabbits' kind of way. They just...hate each other. Period."

Soonyoung hums on the side while sipping on a box of juice. "Hmm... But don't you think they're being a little too theatric with their arguments lately? Remember when she splashed water all over Cheol at the cafeteria yesterday?"

"I don't know about that, Soonie," comments one of your sisters, Sana, who shakes her head. "Our lovely president over there is a sweetheart, but when you've done something to piss her off, she'll remember it until she dies."

Mingyu perks up with curiosity. "So you're saying that Cheol did something unforgivable? Is that why she hates him so much?"

Sana can only offer them a nonchalant shrug.

"No clue."

Unbeknownst to your members, Seungcheol has done something unforgivable to you in the past.

"I can't fucking believe you're still hung up on the first time we fucked," Seungcheol rasps as his fingers dig into your thighs. "It was just a one-night stand at the time. Why are you so pissed off?"

Though you want nothing more than to glare at him, the sensation of his thick cock ramming into you does unfairly well in derailing your train of thought. Still, your perpetual irritation with him breaks through the surface.

"How many times do I have to tell you that that was my first time!" You bite back, stifling a moan when Seungcheol presses your face against the cold metal of the lockers. "You can't just take a girl's virginity and leave her all alone in the morning! Doesn't your frat have a code of chivalry or something?"

Seungcheol lets out an irritated noise before lifting up one of your thighs—hooking it across his elbow so he gets to fuck into you deeper. The angle has the leg still planted on the floor quivering with pleasure but your pride won't allow yourself to fall apart so easily.

"Ice princess doesn't like it when her favorite boy toy can't be tied down? I came back to you anyways, didn't I? Again and again—ruining this pretty pussy for anyone else."

When you feel his breath against the shell of your ear, your walls clamp around his pulsating cock almost embarrassingly tight.

"And I'll keep fucking you until that ice cold heart of yours finally melts."

You don't offer up any more complaints—completely and utterly submissive as Seungcheol rails you against the lockers none-too-discreetly. He's rougher than usual, and it wouldn't surprise you if any of his teammates finally found out about this dirty little secret you've been keeping under wraps.

You're fucking addicted to him. His cock squelches with a lewd sound each time he fucks into you, orchestrating a perfectly timed orgasm that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Not a single noise comes out of your mouth once it crests—mouth agape in a quiet scream as you topple over the edge. Your hips absentmindedly meet the cadence of Seungcheol's practiced strokes as you ride out your high, and he only stops when his cock paints your insides with the white hot mess of his cum.

"You sound pretty hot when you shut up."

He dishes out the backhanded compliment when you're fixing the collar of your shirt—mind thankfully far enough from that sexual subspace to rightfully scoff at him.

"Don't let it get to your head," you say, already halfway to the doors of the locker room. "I just didn't want anyone else finding out that we're fucking inside a public space."

Seungcheol chuckles. "Now don't act like you're not down to do it again twice as loud the next time I ask you to."

You don't entertain him with a response. Instead, you let the heavy doors slam behind you in an illusion of autonomy. Of course you wouldn't agree to fuck that insufferable frat president in another risky place.

Even if his cum staining your panties says otherwise.

#svthub #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seungcheol smut #s.coups smut #lovelyhan #🎲 ask games #💭 request #📝 drabble #💘 mutuals #sar <3 #i am so completely normal for cheol #like so very Normal

[februaryflowers]

cherry sugar lip scrub

order up: a honey bubble tea with cheese foam and seungcheol for anon ! 

a fluff neighbor/roommate friends to lovers

check out the (now closed) carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: cheese perhaps, kissing, not proofread im sorry 😭

fluff, 670 words, seungcheol x reader

a/n: inspired by my own lip scrub exfoliator thing LOL 

“What’re you doing?” 

The voice makes you jump, the bathroom having been silent just before, but you smile knowing that all is well. Nothing could possibly happen to you when Seungcheol is home. 

“Y’know how it’s been dry lately?” you ask, rubbing the smooth stick in circular motions over your lips once more.

“Yeah…”

“So my lips are kinda going through it. I’m just tryna get rid of all the dead skin and stuff.”

He hums, watching as you pucker your lips in the mirror, a lump forming in his throat. So…does that mean…your lips taste…like whatever flavor that thing is in? 

Shaking his head, he tries to steel his nerves. Roommates let alone friends shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts about other roommates, let alone friends. But he can’t help the little jump his heart does when you glance back in his direction.

“Do you wanna try it?” you ask, holding it out to him. 

“W-wha—would that be okay?” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes trained on the other self care products you have out on the counter. “I don’t wanna intrude…”

“You could never, Cheol,” you tease, coming over to push his shoulder lightly and hand him the lip exfoliator. 

He follows you back to the spot at the sink, staring at his reflection in front of him. With you now resuming your routine, he glances at you. How did you do it? Do you just—

He starts swiping it across his mouth, the sugar crystals stuck in the wax. Even if he’s not quite sure on what he’s supposed to be doing, he knows this doesn’t feel right. Squinting at the tube, he turns it around in his hands, trying to find some instructions.

But before he can come up empty handed and sigh, you take it from his fingers. Your hands land on his shoulders and spin him around to face you, his face wide eyed and a faint pink blush starting to color his cheeks.

“Y/n—”

“Uh uh uh,” you coo, gently pushing his jaw closed. “Pout for me?”

He does as you say before you start applying the scrub in the same way you’d done a couple minutes ago. With the sweet crumbs now sitting pretty on his lips and the soft cherry scent of the wax now wafting into his nose, he closes his eyes. Is this what you taste like? Is this what it would be like to kiss you? 

He darts his tongue out to taste the balm, instantly met with the saccharine flavor of artificial cherry. But, even though you still haven’t finished, he doesn’t think his mouth has ever felt this soft before. That knowledge certainly doesn’t help his fantasies about kissing you. 

“All done!” you exclaim, pulling away to admire your handiwork as his eyes spring open. “You can rinse off the sugar. Whaddya think?”

He turns on the faucet, running water under his fingers and rubbing it against his lips. 

“S-soft,” he murmurs. 

“Right! Isn’t it nice? I can’t believe I got this for like five dollars. Such a steal.”

But before you can return to the counter and finish your self care regimen, Seungcheol tugs on your hand, turning you to face him. Opening his mouth, he quickly closes it when surprise flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh I forgot!” You rummage through the cabinet before you pull out another balm product. “You can put this on after too.” Taking off the cap, you quickly run it on your lips and hold it out to him. “Just like that. Do you wanna try?”

However his lips are on yours before you can even blink, your body frozen from his warmth being so close to you. 

“It’s good,” he whispers, pulling away to rest his forehead against you all too soon.

Exhaling, you try to steady your heart as you place the product on the counter and move your hands to his back with a few pats. “I think you should try that again.”

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[alohajun]

♡ MY PILLOW — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

bf!seungcheol x gn!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of insomnia, mentions of schedules | loki’s lines : atp i'm in too deep 😭 also why can i write for everyone except my biases and it's all your fault ash 😭 @ethereal-engene

"how many nights does it take to count the stars?"

you wondered to yourself, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly above you, glancing between it and the neon star stickers on your ceiling, trying to fall asleep.

feeling your eyes droop, you turned to the side, getting a glance at your bedside clock before you slept. 02:14, it read. the blissful sleep didn't last long.

you opened your eyes again, knowing very well your sleep was short-lived. and looking at your clock, which read 02:21, you realised you only got seven proper minutes of sleep. 

"i can't do this anymore!" you yelled, thrashing around in your bed and throwing your blankets to the side. "i just want to sleep!" you sat up on your bed, hugging your knees and letting out the frustrations of the past few sleepless weeks.

after what seemed like forever, you took a few more deep breaths, gathering the strength to at least go to the living room.

alas, only more tears made their way down your face, frustrated with the situation of not being able to fall asleep.

finally, getting yourself off the bed, you were about to fall back when you heard the front door open, signaling someone had entered your house. 

and considering it was two in the morning, it could only be one person.

you went towards your front door, peeking quietly and watching the person you had expected to walk in.

choi seungcheol. due to his crowded schedule, he was staying at the dorms, away from you. usually, seungcheol wasn't the one to make late-night appearances, but he felt the need to come to you — even though it was really late.

and meeting your tear-filled eyes as soon as he walked inside, seungcheol thanked whatever gut feeling he got, relieved he could be there for you.

seungcheol looked at you with a fond smile, closing the door and dropping his bag to the floor. "couldn't sleep?" he questioned, extending his arms as he invited you into his embrace. "hey, it's alright. i'm right here, babe." he rubbed your back, assuring you he wasn't going anywhere.

"i know," you answered, wiping away your tears now that you knew seungcheol was there. “it's so frustrating when you want to sleep, but can’t.” a sad smile came on your face when you saw him nod, wordlessly agreeing with you.

you couldn't sleep because of your insomnia. and seungcheol couldn't sleep because he had too many things to do.

both of you suffered whenever you two were apart, but when together, a peaceful sleep was always guaranteed.

"let's go get some much-needed sleep!"

"yay! let's go!"

the two of you were like little children, racing to your room as you immediately found yourself in seungcheol's embrace, him holding you close as you two made yourselves comfortable.

"i missed this." seungcheol sighed in content, resting his chin on your shoulder. “no wonder i haven't been able to get any sleep these past weeks."

you smiled, hugging seungcheol's arms that he wrapped around you. "tell me about it. the number of times i've cried because i wanted to sleep and couldn't is unimaginable." you felt at ease at his touch, sighing in relief as he pulled you closer. "let's just catch up on sleep. two days at a stretch sound good to you?"

"make it five days." seungcheol's words made you laugh, making him feel the little vibrations against his chest. "i'm sorry i stayed so long at the dorms. i would've come earlier, but there was so much to do."

"it's alright, cheolie." you patted his arm in assurance. "it would've been difficult to keep coming and going from here, anyway. you are here now, and that's all that matters."

seungcheol tapped on your side, helping you turn around so he could see your face. "you are always so understanding." he brushed your hair out of your face, a smile of adoration on his face. "i wonder from time to time if everything is difficult on you."

"not at all. because i know at the end of the day, i have you!" you shook your head, placing your arms around the male as you rested your head on his chest. "now ... let's sleep," you murmured, oddly enough feeling drowsy.

seungcheol frowned slightly, patting the pillows you had abandoned to lie on his chest. "the pillows are right there, y/n." he didn't think your gesture was intentional, assuming you were going to move back.

"why use those when i have you? you are my new pillow, cheol."

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[hanniebanggi]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

genre: fluff, established relationship

Warning: oc is labeled as a girl (ie. noona), tell me if i miss anything tyy

dating choi seungcheol is first of all, a blessing and second of all, unexpectedly cheesy.

you're working as dino's makeup artist, when you first met him. he's so intimidating and brooding, he works professionally, but the stolen glances and his ears turning red everytime you catch him looking never escaped your eyes.

you never thought that this man who claims himself to be the strongest and bravest member of seventeen would cling to you like a koala.

"cheol, you literally have 10 minutes before you perform, you need to get off me." you told him.

"ahh, i won't, never." he said as he tried to hug you tighter, is this why he's been building up those muscles?

"hyung, please! i need my makeup retouched, jeonghan hyung literally just put ice cream on my face!" dino exclaimed as you started hearing jeonghan giggles, followed by the other members.

"so what? there's so many MUAs there, have them retouch your face. ten minutes is a long time, guys."

"that's it, come on!" seungkwan shouted as the members started to pull seungcheol away from you.

you immediately stood up and pulled dino out of the room and started fixing his make-up.

"sorry about that, channie. you know how he gets."

"i know but aren't you guys living together? or did you finally kick him out for being like that? noona, i know it's not just me, i know you noticed it too, but his screws are quite loose you know?"

you laughed at dino's remarks about your boyfriend. well, you understand cheol, he's been away all the time, and with his love language, he will definitely jump you with the tightest hug and butterfly kisses every second.

dating choi seungcheol also feels like you signed up for a sugar baby and sugar daddy relationship.

"i didn't ask you to buy this, cheol." you told him as he handed you bunch of shopping bags from different stores, prada, chanel, gucci, ysl. you name it.

"i know, but i feel like i haven't given you something in a while." he said as he sat down beside you and slids his arms on your waist pulling you closer to him for a forehead kiss.

"you literally just given me, bunch of makeups two weeks ago, babe. you can't be doing all this."

"see! its been two weeks, that's a long time! and those makeups are for your job, y/n. you can't call them personal gifts. i always give members gifts, why can't my baby have some gifts, huh?"

"you spoil me too much, cheol. do you want me to resign and just live off of your money?" you jokingly asked him.

"i mean, that's what i want you know? i can give you everything you want, we can live 13 lifetimes with the money i make, baby. all for you."

-

you don't know where and when cheol got this pickup lines ready, but you're definitely not a fan. because first of all, its cringey, and second of all, you heard all of it first from wen junhui.

"babe, did you fart?"

"me? you're the one who lives like there's nothing but toxic gas inside you, cheol, don't ask me."

"i think you farted cos you just blew me away." he said as he winked at you.

you sat there silently, as you stare at him in disbelief.

one time, you two we're watching pacific rim when he just tapped your legs silently.

"babe,  if you're a transformer, you'd be optimus fine. get that? optimus prime, optimus fine." he said as he giggled and hit your arms lightly, acting giddy and all.

"we're watching pacific rim, not transformers."

seungcheol pouted as he crossed his arms, he glared at you as you just looked at him with a teasing smile on your lips.

"you always ruin it you know?"

"that's because you always hang out with jun, and asks for this pick up lines."

his eyes widened as he dramatically gasped.

"how did you know about that?!"

"minghao's my spy you know? he cringes so much, he can't help but call me and cry for help."

seungcheol suddenly grabbed your shoulders as he tried to make you face him instead of watching the movie.

"don't you even feel butterflies in your stomach everytime i tell you those, y/n?"

"i dont,-"

you placed your hands on his cheeks as you pulled him quite close to you.

"-because i always feel butterflies whenever you're around, cheol. you don't need those pick-up lines, you being here with me is enough."

and just like that, you got him all red with a shy smile forming on his lips.

dating seungcheol is like that. and despite all his cheesiness, you wish his cheesy lines and clingy antics will be with you, for a lifetime.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #seventeen fanfic #s.coups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol scenarios #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol drabble #seungcheol fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen headcanon #Spotify

[ravixen]

seungcheol + “you’ve got something on your face.”

"you've got something on your face."

➔ drabble game vi || requested

➔ warnings: fluff || 331 words ➔ notes: fluff, glasses-wearing!y/n but not as vision impaired as me 😔 ; he looked so good on that recent vlive. criminal, honestly. i dedicate this drabble to that seungcheol and how he made me feel.

It was a mistake to tell Seungcheol that he looks good in glasses. You knew it as soon as the words fell from your lips, but to be fair, you were walking into the room and expecting to have a movie night — not to have your heart jump into your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend and his cocky grin. If Jeonghan didn't clear his throat and roll his eyes, you're pretty sure you would've tackled Seungcheol to the couch then and there.

But the thing about Seungcheol is that once you've blown up his ego, only time will make his confidence temper out, and until enough time has passed, you're stuck with him and his smug ways.

"You've got something on your face," you say, unamused.

"Hm?" He leans his cheek on a fist and flutters his eyelashes. His elbow nearly knocks aside his bowl of soup. "Is it handsomeness?"

"No, it's my glasses." You hold out a hand. "Give 'em back."

And this man has the audacity to pout at you, as if you're stealing candy from a baby (him), but he can barely wear your prescription glasses anyway — they sit on the tip of his nose, low enough for him to not get a headache. He hums, daring you to ask again.

You do.

"My glasses, Choi Seungcheol. I need to prepare for my meeting."

He makes a disappointed sound but dutifully folds up your glasses and places them into your waiting palm. His expression was so hopeful, maybe you can spare him a bit of attention. You squint at his face in mock scrutiny.

"Wait, you do have a little something here..." you say, tapping your temple. "No, here, let me get it for you."

He stays still as you pluck the invisible speck from his hair and pretend to inspect it.

"What is it?"

"Hm, would you look at that." You show him your finger — empty. "Maybe there was a bit of handsomeness after all."

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #s.coups scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seungcheol fluff #s.coups fluff #g: svt #m: seungcheol #t: drabble #s: request #boozicheol #ravixen #dgvi

[unmanageable-day]

Better with you

Summary.

pairing: S.Coups x female reader

genre/contain(s) : non-idol!au / friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love

an alternative plot of come to me

word count: around 5k

warning: one suffering from panic attack and anxiety disorders; mention of suicide (important notes: i'm not a doctor or psychology practitioner, thus i'm not familiar with medication procedures. i have never encountered people with anxiety disorders irl either. this is my very first time writing and mentioning about anxiety disorder. if any of you feels disturbed or uncomfortable with the inaccuracy, please do hit me up and i can fix or even take down this chapter. other than that, thanks for reading!)

"Is it strange that I always feel better when I'm with you?" Before you could respond, he quickly corrected himself. "I mean when I'm talking with you."

You smiled softly. "Glad that I can help. I think that makes me a good friend to you, huh?"

This time it was his turn to draw a sheepish, gummy smile. A smile that makes him Choi Seungcheol.

The first time you and him meeting was only a few months ago. It was when one of his friends, Joshua brought you to a routine dinner party held by his circle. He remembered the slightly cold aura lingering around you. How you bowed to him and Lee Jihoon to say your greeting with a little smile, only to show politeness to the dinner hosts. The only words you said to each other were merely hi and good bye. Other than that, he didn't see get to see you again as you were fully occupied with Joshua, while Seungcheol went back to his room and stayed there all day.

The second time was when he learned that you and Mingyu were close friends. One day Seungcheol texted all his friends to gather for a casual dinner since he didn't feel like being alone. Mingyu was the first one to say yes. Then he came with you, surprising everyone in the room. This time, he noticed your different attitude. You looked more relaxed with Mingyu. You kept flashing a warm smile every time you talked. He was flustered when you suddenly made eye contact with him.

"Hi. We have met before, right?" You were the one initiated talking. "Jisoo's same-aged friend, right?"

A shy smile slowly curved on his lips. "Yes. We're a bit loud, but please try to enjoy yourself."

"I should thank you for having me. Mingyu dragged me here. Sorry if I'm being the unwanted guest."

"No, you're not. You're friends with Mingyu and Joshua after all. So, yeah, suit yourself," he said, raising his beer can, offering you to toast.

You softly nudged your can to his without making the clinking sound. "Thanks," you said before sipping your beer. Then you turned to talk to the others.

His eyes secretly kept following you. How you always laughed at Soonyoung's lame puns and his unstoppable attempts to make fun of Seungkwan. How you suddenly got involved in between Mingyu and Jeonghan bickering over small stuff. And how you suddenly changed into calm and serious mode when you talked to Joshua and Vernon, making you three look like you were planning to take over the world—when you were actually discussing where Vernon bought his tie-dye clothes collection.

The third time, it was when you encountered him sitting alone in a cafe. You were supposed to go to a get-together with your classmates in the afternoon. You decided to set off early to have brunch at this particular cafe.

"Knock-knock," you quietly greeted him, who was sitting with his eyes closed, his back leaning against the sofa, and his arms folded.

Seungcheol slowly opened his eyes to find you standing before him. He blinked twice before getting himself together after a quick nap.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" you asked, looking apologetic.

"No, no. I was just closing my eyes." He almost stuttered while letting you to take the seat in front of him. He quickly adjusted his position sitting up straight. "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, actually I'm waiting for Joshua. Our lecturer is holding a get-together to celebrate our graduation."

"Oh, right. Shua told me that. He's probably getting ready too by now."

You told him that you still had around one hour before Joshua came. Little did you know, his expression turned brighter knowing that he could spend more time with you. At this point, the butterflies in his stomach started flying around and he didn't mind the ticklish feelings making his heart fluttered.

"Are you free tomorrow? Mingyu is trying a new recipe. You should come and have dinner with us," he asked before you left. He was quick to acknowledge his own feelings. Although there was hesitation and uncertainty that he can't ignore, for now it seemed better to not miss this opportunity to start something new.

"I feel honored." You smiled.

Since then you befriended all the guys and became a regular visitor either to Seungcheol's, Mingyu's or Seungkwan's apartment. The boys basically often held dinner events just because they didn't want to eat out or eat alone. Other than that, they would just make up some random ideas to do movie nights, baking days, and even picnic at the Han river. At first, it was always Mingyu, Joshua, or Soonyoung who got to sit beside you during dinner or during movie nights. Seungcheol had to find his moments to get to be with you. It turned out after meals was the perfect time when the guys usually would play paper-rock-scissors to decide who would wash the dishes. You were automatically dropped out because they treated you like a princess. Seungcheol was also often excluded because his house was the most used as the host for dinner.

Seungcheol's moves were always subtle but he had been consistent. Until he finally got to claim the spot next to you at one movie night occasion. You and him shared so many little conversation followed with giggles throughout the movie. When the others were knocked out and fell asleep, only you and him were still awake. You two ended up talking all night long, from random and light topics until some deep conversation that made you think whether he was a philosophy enthusiast.

Seungcheol knew you would be the perfect listener. This was the first time he was not afraid to show his flaws, to tell someone his worries, to expose his weaknesses, to share all his thoughts that had been consuming himself ever since only God knows. He was ready to go all out and reveal his true self, layer by layer. Your presence changed his life that much. That he was sure this time he wouldn't need to take medication regularly for his anxiety anymore. That he wouldn't be a burden for Joshua and Jeonghan to take care of himself when he was a wreck. He believed you could get himself together effortlessly.

—  ⌘ —

"Seungcheol doesn't seem to know you have a thing for her," Jeonghan said, referring to the bestfriend who actively initiates to approach you in every chance he sees. Seungcheol might have been subtle, but no one can fool Yoon Jeonghan's eyes. "You never told him?"

Joshua shook his head. His eyes were staring at nothing.

Being the closest ones with Seungcheol, this twin-like buddies sensed the progressive move he made towards you. If only Joshua was never a man with limitless patience, the whole situation would be getting on his nerves and he would let his emotion take over. Jeonghan was definitely in the hardest position. Basically he always supported both Joshua and Seungcheol for everything they do. Never had he imagined that those guys would fall for the same girl.

"But you have been pinning after her for a long time." Jeonghan sighed. "And now she's finally showing some signs. I really think you and her can work this out."

Joshua smiled weakly. "I heard him telling you how his day now has become much brighter, and he feels better and lighter—healthier, inside and out." Joshua's eyes were locked on his remaining full latte. "These days he always comes home from counseling with such a big smile. Do you think you can bear to see him lose that smile we've been longing for? He's finally at ease now that he's slowly bringing back himself together. You and I know that y/n has a significant role to his progress."

"But Jisoo, you deserve to be happy too."

"I'll figure it out."

Joshua had been contemplating to tell his roommate about his feelings for you. He really wanted to be honest to his best friend. Yet he could not imagine how Seungcheol would react. What if things don't go smoothly after that?

"Hey, do you think you could ask her to come by and join us for dinner?" Seungcheol shyly asked Joshua when they were eating lunch with Jeonghan.

The tan-skinned guy smiled at him. "Sure, I'll let you know later, okay?" He could never found himself saying no to Seungcheol who had been asking him the same favor several times. He knew Seungcheol often asked Mingyu that too. Especially when it was only several guys gathered instead of full team. It had been months yet Seungcheol never really asked you to hang out privately. It just made Joshua wonder if he really liked you that way. One thing he was sure of was that Seungcheol had this sparks in his eyes when he looked very fondly at you.

These days you had been hanging around with these three buddies of your age. Mainly it was Seungcheol's request via Joshua, of course. Joshua would often use this chance to steal dates and go out with you—just the two of you, before or after hanging out with the boys. A part of him felt guilty that he had to hide it from the other guys, especially from Seungcheol. But he thought it was best to keep it secret for a while.

As you grew closer with Jeonghan as well, this pretty man often initiated to text you first without telling his friends. Until one day when you were taking a stroll at a park with Joshua, and you had no plans of visiting one of the guys' house that day.

"Isn't it funny that Jeonghan told me to stop by at your apartment to check on Seungcheol and make sure he has his meal, when you are literally his roommate?"

"Jeonghan did what?"

"Yeah, he just texted me." You showed him your phone.

'Hey, Jisoo is going out today. I also need to be somewhere right now. The guys seem to have their own stuff to do. I want to ask you a favor.. Could you please go check on Seungcheol? Sometimes he can't really take care of himself. If you could get him a dinner, or maybe have dinner with him, that would be great.'

Joshua's eyes got wider as he read it. He was aware that Jeonghan had always paid extra attention to Seungcheol ever since they learned that Seungcheol had to deal with anxiety disorders. As a matter of fact, Jeonghan and he himself always checked on Seungcheol, to the point of both of them knew the password and had an extra key of his apartment. The three guys almost became roommates, if only Seungcheol wasn’t being stubborn convincing he could live alone. Joshua knew he shouldn't be jealous that Jeonghan would prioritize Seungcheol.

"Did you not tell him that you're going out with me?" you asked, distracting him from zoning out.

"No, I didn't. Should I?"

You shrugged.

"It's almost dinner time. Do you want to get dinner or go straight home?" Joshua asked hesitantly.

"I think I'll stop by to see Seungcheol and drop some food. I mean, I don't want to get into troubles with Yoon Jeonghan later."

Joshua faked a laugh. "Of course. That's very wise of you."

—  ⌘ —

It was another day of you fulfilling Joshua's request to have a lunch together with him, Jeonghan and Seungcheol at his place. You were getting more kimchi from the fridge and you stopped by at the dining table with a small container filled with some first aid kit and other medicines. "Oh, are those sleeping pills? Is it yours?" you asked, making the three guys exchange looks to each other. How you managed to have knowledge about the sleeping pills remained a mystery to the guys.

"Yeah. I have a problem sleeping at night," Seungcheol answered calmly. While Jeonghan and Joshua still took glances at each other, worried that this topic might make Seungcheol uncomfortable.

"Are you on medication? I think I notice you often take some pills throughout the day. Or are they supplements?" You sat down, looking at Seungcheol with concern.

"I am actually. But no worries. I'm getting better." He beamed, showing off his signature gummy smile. I think I owe it all to you. "I start to cut down the sleeping pills too."

"That's great. I think being surrounded by good people helps too. I see you can rely on Joshua and Jeonghan a lot."

"Do you think you can be one too?" His doe eyes quickly found yours, seemingly almost forgetting that the twin-like buddies were there too. "Someone I can rely on."

That was the first time you recognized the pretty details of his eyes. The long lashes were definitely something. His eyes might be not as big and round like Joshua's. But there was something about his eyes that hypnotized you at a point. While Joshua's gave an angelic and pure image, in Seungcheol's case, it was more of a mixed impressions of warm, playful, innocent, a generally boyish personality with a hint of fragility that was often shown.

"If I can help, why not?" you softly said, smiling warmly at him.

Joshua choked hard on his food. He made an excuse the food was a bit spicy when you got a bit panic giving him water. Patting Joshua's back, Jeonghan tried to keep calm although he was concerned a lot. It wasn't how Joshua almost failed to breathe that made him worry the most. It was how Joshua always tended to keep everything to himself with all his pent-up feelings in his chest.

"You okay?" Seungcheol asked, looking worried as well.

"I'm fine, guys." Joshua forced a convincing big smile, nodding his head then back to chewing his food. "No need to call 911, okay?"

"Anyway, Minghao and Junhui just arrived this morning. Earlier they asked if we're down for some drinks tonight and I said yes." Jeonghan silently took a glimpse at Joshua and Seungcheol. He looked unsure before continuing speaking. "Uh, but, Seungcheol, by 'we' I mean Joshua and me. I told them you still need to rest."

"Wow, thanks for the invite, bro." He chuckled.

"Uh, y/n, while you're still here, do you think you can stay longer and accompany Seungcheol while Jisoo and I go out?"

"You mean like babysit him? What's in it for me?" you teased.

"What do you mean babysit?" Seungcheol protested yet he looked happy as his smile was getting wider.

Joshua could only giggle softly listening to the rest of bickering between you, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol. He didn't feel like talking. Swallowing the rest of his meal was difficult enough. In the end, he couldn't even finish the fried rice that was only eaten half portion. He had to make up lies that he wasn't that starved.

Jeonghan cleared his throat and quickly tidied up the plates. He subtly dragged Joshua to wash the dishes, which they did in utter silence. Only the sound of running water accompany them in the sink. This was a nice idea apparently. Joshua could take off his smiley mask for a while. From the corner of his eyes, Jeonghan kept taking a look at his best friend. He noticed the drastic expression change when Joshua finished washing the dishes, and the angelic smile returned when he was about to go back to the living room.

"Joshua and I will leave now, okay? Call us if you need anything." Jeonghan pat Seungcheol's back.

The house owner nodded and escorted the two guys to the front door. "Be careful on your way. Tell Minghao and Jun I say hi."

Joshua wordlessly walked out of his apartment. He managed to wave at Seungcheol, while previously he just stared at you who was standing behind his roommate.

"Jisoo, I'm sorry.." Jeonghan slowly muttered after spending 15-minute walk in silence as they headed to the bar he mentioned earlier. Joshua had been walking as if he didn't have sufficient energy in his feet. His eyes were looking down and his expression was somewhat bitter.

"Keep it." A bitter smile curved on his lips to console himself. "I would do the same."

"I don't mean to be sappy but it breaks my heart seeing you like that. I just had to get you out of the house. I'm sorry again if this just does him a favor, and.. uh, you know, give him more advantage in getting closer with her."

"Don't worry about me. Seungcheol's health is what matters right now."

It was past 10 PM and you complied to Jeonghan's words to keep Seungcheol a company. This particular mom friend even sent you text messages as reminders, or more like instruction, to send Seungcheol off to bed if possible. You were puzzled. Jeonghan really asked you to babysit his friend. It would be much easier if it was a baby or a toddler, or a school-aged kid. But this? A young adult who was on a medication, for a reason you had been curious about yet you thought it would be inappropriate to ask such things. Him having sleeping pills already gave you hints of what he was dealing with. Moreover Jeonghan mentioned about 'still need to rest', when you could see that Seungcheol's physical condition did not seem to be really an issue.

You two sat on the couch in the living room. Seungcheol let the TV on just to fill the room with random sound from whatever show was airing. He used this time wisely to keep talking to you. As usual, he would start with random, light, non-sense talks to bring laughter in you. Eventually when the topic started to get deeper, he brought up his current condition, what had been his concerns, what he had been through to survive. And how he found it easier to sleep these days, especially when you were present in dinner time. Although he still depended on his drugs, at least the frequency of waking up suddenly in the middle of the night had decreased.

"I guess having someone to talk with before bed time makes it different," he told you.

"You don't do this stuff with Joshua or Jeonghan?"

"They have their own lives too. I feel sorry. I've been a burden to them for a long time. They had been losing sleep before the doctor gave me prescription for the sleeping pills."

"Those guys genuinely care about you."

"I know. I'm extremely thankful and I don't know how I can pay them back."

"They won't think of you like that."

He pursed his lips. His hands were fidgeting on the pillow. "It's getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"If you do, you're only going to make me go into troubles with Yoon Jeonghan."

He chuckled, asking why.

"He told me to send you off to bed and make sure you're sleeping. I think they're going for the second round by now. Josh won't be home this soon to check on you."

"You don't have to." He hated the idea of being a burden for you too. But he would be lying if he didn't enjoy your company. In fact, he might need it more than he thought.

"Too bad I said okay to Jeonghan. If he finds out I'm not able to do my duty, he is so going to after me for the rest of my life." You smiled reassuring him. "I live nearby. It's fine, okay?"

"Why are you so good at taking care of others? Let alone me, a random guy you met not long ago."

"You're not a random guy I met on a street." You chuckled at him, hoping you could lower his tension. This was the first time you could sense his insecurity. "You're Mingyu's and Joshua's friend. So I guess that makes you my friend too. I may not look like it, but, yeah.. been there, done that. I could say myself that I'm quite experienced. I.. actually lost some people who couldn't bear any longer trapped in the darkness in this life, so they chose to end it. I cherish them a lot. I thought I have reached out my hands to help, but I guess it was not enough."

Seungcheol looked at you in awe. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. Since we're here now, I’m offering you my hand, and I guess you can count on me too." You flashed him your best smile. "I mean, I should be proud to say that I'm Yoon Jeonghan-approved, right?"

He let out his signature chuckles. What do I do to deserve you?

—  ⌘ —

"Do you think she would accept me? I mean, she already knows my flaws and my weaknesses. I have nothing to hide anymore. And she's still there. Do you think I have a chance with her?"

"We can't guarantee that. But it's worth trying?" Mingyu said.

"Even if things go wrong, I promise she will still be a good friend," Jeonghan added.

Joshua remained silent. He was thinking of saying what Jeonghan said, but he was afraid it would hurt Seungcheol. Probably when it comes to Yoon Jeonghan, even if it was the meanest words, everyone would tolerate him.

How can it go wrong? What can go wrong? If I make a move and she chooses me, does it count as things going wrong? Gosh, I can't believe I'm thinking such a selfish thoughts. It looks like I'm the one who doesn't stand a chance now anyway.

"Shua? What do you think?" Seungcheol locked his doe eyes to a pair of big eyes that was losing focus.

Smiling while nodding his head gently, he gave reassurance and encouraged him. "You should go for it."

Jeonghan couldn't hide his concerned expression looking at Joshua encouraging Seungcheol. Joshua had been maintaining his angelic smile the whole time he listened to his roommate speaking so fondly about you. He didn't deserve any of this, but they can't bear Seungcheol suffering any longer either. Seungcheol had became very dependent on you. He was doing okay thanks to the counseling session he had been attending regularly. But clearly he was beyond better when you were around. Especially when the last thing he did before going to sleep was seeing you or talking with you.

Jeonghan once was overwhelmed when Seungcheol got his panic attack in the middle of the night and Joshua can't handle him alone. It rarely happened since you often visit the guys. So both Joshua and Jeonghan were panicking as well when they noticed Seungcheol was running out of his medicine. The next morning Jeonghan found himself rushing to your house at 6 AM and literally dragging you to Seungcheol's apartment. He couldn't even explain what was happening properly as he was just blabbering on your way. The only words you caught were 'Seungcheol needs you'.

You quickly made your way to his room to find Joshua sitting on the floor, his back leaning against the bed. He was closing his eyes but he looked tense, and exhausted too judging from the way he put his hand on the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Seungcheol was asleep yet his looks, the curled eyebrows and the twitching eyes, it just made you concerned. The blanket only covered up to his chest, which was showing a rather fast up and down motion. A sign that he was breathing rapidly. You had to tiptoe entering the room. But just in time, Joshua woke up. He saw you, then he flashed you a smile. He quietly got up and reached to you, pulling you into a quick, tight hug.

"He just went back to sleep 1 hour ago. All night, he woke up in panic every 1 to 2 hours. Once he was up, it was hard for him to sleep again," Joshua told you in whispers, afraid to wake Seungcheol up.

"It must have been hard on you," you whispered too. This time you embraced him with your arms looping around his slim waist.

He pressed his lips on the top of your head—an act he might ask himself later why he did that. "Watch him for me, please? I'll help Jeonghan prepare breakfast for us," he muttered as he released himself free from your hug.

You nodded as you let him go. You tried to step as light as a cat approaching the bed. To your surprise, Seungcheol abruptly opened his eyes when you were about to sit on the edge of his bed. The very first thing he did when he noticed your presence was throwing himself at you and wrapping you in his arms. You can feel him shuddering. By instinct you returned the hug, your hand caressing his back gently. His large figure became small as you repositioned your arms around his shoulders because he kept lowering himself, burying his face on your neck.

"There, there.." You pat his back again as if you were trying to put a baby to sleep. "You okay? You should get more sleep," you whispered to him.

He powerlessly nodded. "Will you stay?" he asked, sounding hoarse.

You nodded. How can you say no to those puppy eyes that looked terrified?

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked again after lying down and adjusting his pillows. He had scooted over to give you some space on his bed.

You took that as a sign and you moved, sitting up against the head board. "Sure." Smiling, you let him engulf your hand in his, fingers intertwined and your other hand rested on top of it.

The room that was designed to be door-less made both Jeonghan and Joshua easily witness everything. Jeonghan was relieved to see Seungcheol finally calm down. On the other hand, he now was worried about his another best friend. Beside him, Joshua had to hide his fists in his pajama pockets.

—  ⌘ —

"What do you think about Seungcheol?"

"How am I suppose to answer that?"

"He has confessed, right?"

You let out a short yes. Not gonna lie, you were quite taken aback when Jeonghan asked to meet up personally that day. Although it didn't surprise you that he was aware of Seungcheol's doing, it just never crossed your mind that he would interogate you like this.

"What about Jisoo? You do realize that he's been head over heels for you."

You gulped as soon as Joshua's name was mentioned. "Yeah, he's not very subtle about that. Honestly, I feel bad. I've been trying to figure my feelings out since he's always being so obvious." You smiled as you recalled the old days when you first met Joshua. You used to be awkward around him. On the contrary, he kept being straight forward with the numerous attempts to hang out with you. All that without even once he ever officially confessed his feelings. But you recognized it. That's why you with open heart decided to see how it would go. "I was certain that we definitely had a thing. In fact, the idea of me and him was not bad at all. When I thought I'm finally sure that we might work, this whole situation came up."

"I know. I, too, never see this Seungcheol situation coming. Honestly, it quite surprised me that he's willing to open up to you. He usually had a hard time to click with new people. Especially his last relationship was messed up real bad." Jeonghan cocked his head slowly to his side. He paused for a while before continuing his words, with a much more cautious tone. "But do you... have the same feeling to him?"

"Honestly, I don't know. It takes time for me to see where it's going with Joshua. Do I just.. let it go, just like that? But a part of me also wants to take care of Seungcheol. There is something about him that makes me feel somewhat attached and I..." You sighed deeply. "I don't know, Jeonghan. What do I do?"

"Yeah, I can see that. He is definitely attached to you too. Jisoo and I have never been so conflicted like this. We always put him—his health on top of our priorities since he used to take care of us. But I want Jisoo to be happy too."

You gritted your teeth in silence. You cared about Joshua too. You and him spent time together a lot. It was something you can't just ignore, can you?

"Have you heard from Seungcheol, that he’s going to move out soon?"

"Actually, yeah, his new place is close to mine. He even told me the door password and will give me an extra key."

"He did?" Jeonghan looked flustered. "Wow. That escalated quickly. What could possibly make him do that?"

You were fidgeting, avoiding his eye contact. But it's Yoon Jeonghan. Even if you want to tell him lies, you would just find yourself blabbering the truth eventually. "Am I wrong, if I said to him that he and I have a chance?"

"Is that a what if or you really did say that?"

"I did.."

He nodded slowly. "Look, it's your feelings. Neither I nor Jisoo can control them. Maybe you can't even control it yourself. As long as your feelings are genuine and it's not because of pity—"

"I'm not pitying him," you cut him off, looking a bit displeased that he thought such an assumption.

He chuckled. "Okay, okay. You need to chill. I believe you. So, back at it again, I'm sure Jisoo will understand if you decide to be by Seungcheol's side. Jisoo has a big heart. He will be fine."

—  ⌘ —

"I thought Yoon Jeonghan was always lucky. It turns out Seungcheol is the lucky one. He surely will be the happiest man."

"Jisoo, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I will be mad if you say so."

You paused. Deep down inside you wanted him to be mad for real. Maybe it would be better for a Joshua Hong to be a bit more expressive. Maybe it would do him more good if you let him hate on you and pour all his emotions rather than keeping it to himself. "You're a good man. If anything, it's even beyond good. You deserve better."

"Seriously, stop. I really want to look cool for the last time being with you, as someone who has the biggest crush on you. Otherwise I'm going to regret why I didn't make a move sooner. If I did, we could have been something now." How he hated that term of 'could have been'. It's as if he didn't regret everything enough.

"Jisoo.."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Stop giving me that look, will you?" His brows slightly raised, flashing you his one of unique facial expressions that was difficult to describe with words. The angelic smile on his face tried to reassure you that everything is fine. He is fine.

"I wanted to say time will heal. But I'm not sure if it's the right thing to say."

"You don't need to say anything."

"Just.. don't get hurt. If you do, even if it's impossible, please try to heal and recover quickly." You knew you were talking non-sense. Of course he was hurt. What you didn't know was that he can't be happy if being with you means unsettling days are to welcome Seungcheol again.

No, he can't live with that.

"One thing, about whatever we had before you and Seungcheol, I cherish it a lot. I hope you too, but it's time to close that chapter. So, please, keep it to yourself and never let him know. If he does, he will blame himself and guilt will consume him. He will be shattered in pieces all over again. Both he and you have a new chapter to begin. Jeonghan and I will be the side characters who will always support you, and make sure Seungcheol is in good hands."

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“Let me be mad” - S. Coups (Seungcheol)

You were stood in the kitchen preparing dinner for one when your boyfriend entered. Silently, you continued what you were doing, refusing to acknowledge him.

"Babe?" you heard S.Coups ask. "I'm home." His voice was tender, clearly aware that you were upset with him and had a very good reason to be.

Instead of cooking for yourself, you should have been out with him on a date. It wasn't necessarily a fancy or important date but it was a date nonetheless.

However, things at Pledis had overrun and they ended up having a meeting over dinner, leaving you to sort yourself out.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Do you want me cook for you?"

"I'm fine," you replied bluntly, continuing what you were doing.

"You know I would have rather spent the evening with you, right?"

This time, you didn't bother to reply.

"I want to make it up to you," S.Coups assured you, but again, you ignored him. With a sigh he continued, "I don't know how else to apologise. If I could have been with you, I would have but-"

"I know," you snapped, bringing your hand down harshly on the worktop. "I know it's not your fault and I know you're sorry but it's frustrating and I don't know how else to be upset."

You stopped fussing with the food but still never turned to look at him.

"What can I do to make this better?"

"Let me be mad at you."

"But-"

"I have other shit going on too, OK?" you shouted as you finally turned to him. Emotions you had kept bottled up inside for far too long all pouring out. "All I wanted is a moment to sit in peace with my boyfriend and rant and be comforted."

"You can still rant to me, you can call or text or something you know this," he tried to explain.

"But I can't. Because if you aren't here in person it means you are busy and then I'll just feel guilty for distracting you or burdening you when you are working."

"Well, I'm here now. Let's go and sit-"

"Nope. I'm mad," you reminded him turning back to your meal.

He couldn't help but smile a little at your words. You tone was softer already and he knew that all that arguing with him was finally calming you down.

As you now had your back to him again, he approached carefully, wrapping his arms about your waist. He heard you sniff, and swiftly picked you up and carried you to the sofa.

"Coups, the food," you weakly protested as he dropped you off at the sofa.

He quickly ran back to the kitchen to make sure that everything was turned off and the food wouldn't be ruined and there wouldn't be a fire.

"What's the other shit, babe?" he asked returning to you. "I'm your boyfriend, you can tell me these things."

"Can I?" you asked, looking at him with glassy eyes. "I feel like my self-esteem has dropped and I'm just feeling like I'm not good enough for anything or anyone. I feel like I can't open up to you about it because you'll just feel guilty. Rationally, I know you are only bailing on me because of work and you can't help it, but I think it's starting to grind me down."

"I had no idea," he said softly. "Do you think it's me? Have I unintentionally made you feel this way?"

"Maybe," you muttered, refusing to look him in the eye. "I can't think of any other trigger."

"Can I do anything to help?"

I don't know," you replied as the tears began.

He was quick to pull you in to a tight embrace, whispering apologies in your ear.

"I'll tell you what, once this comeback is done, I'll make sure Seventeen get a break, you can book some time off too and we'll just be together," he suggested. "I don't mind where. If you want a holiday, just pick a destination and I'll take you there. If you want to stay here in the comfort of home, we can do that."

"That actually sounds really good," you told him, as you pulled away and wiped at your eyes. "Like I said, I know rationally that you don't cancel because of me, but-"

"But I'm your boyfriend," S.Coups finished. "And you should get a lot more of my time than you currently do."

"I mean, I do need to share you with your twelve children," you joked.

"Eh, they're big boys, they should be able to handle themselves without me for a bit."

As the last of your tears were dried a smile crept onto your face at your joking.

"So, just let me know what you want to do, and I'll make sure it happens as soon as I can."

"I love you, Cheollie," you told him finally. "But also, could you finish the food for me? I'm hungry and don't feel like cooking anymore."

With a chuckle, he pecked your forehead and stood.

"Anything for you," he assured you before disappearing to the kitchen.

NAVIGATION  |  SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

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[synthetickitsune]

S.Coups (Seventeen) | Earrings fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader A/N: i now kinda wanna write this for all members?? askdhsk in other news, i'm trying to get used to wearing earrings lol

“Come here, come here, come here…!”

You know once he starts calling you like a distressed pet owner trying to get his baby to come to him that you’re in trouble. And here you thought you were being discreet. 

So you, of course, play into his little roleplaying session and speed up your walk to the fridge, ditching it at the last second to walk all the way to the couch instead. You mean to only pick up your phone real quick when suddenly there are arms around your waist and your back meets a solid chest. Naturally you turn your head, only to be met with Seungcheol’s lips already pursed in a pout and his eyes conveying more about how betrayed he feels than words ever could.

“I can explain,” you sigh, slightly more defensive than you perhaps should be, and turn in his hold to put your hands on his shoulder, rubbing the tension away without any results.

“Why are you wearing Joshua’s earrings?” your boyfriend says, not swayed in the slightest, “What about mine? I got you those, didn’t I?”

“All of you got me a pair, I have the whole set,” you roll your eyes. A big perk of dating your boyfriend - free merch. 

“Yeah, so why Shua’s? I haven’t seen you wearing mine yet,” he insists. You could tell him a white lie, but you know that’s not gonna work right now. 

“Cheollie, you know these are more my style,” you tell him gently, “It’s nothing personal.”

“Oh, it’s very personal to me,” he grumbles, glaring at the offensive pieces of metal in your ears, “And you haven’t offered to change them for mine yet.”

“Babe…” you whine, your head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder. You can feel when he barely stops himself from kissing the side of your head like he always does. He’s not quite so successful in restraining himself from pulling you closer. 

“You really haven’t…” you can hear the pout deeping in his voice. And it’s cheating, the way he murmurs it right into your ear, his voice deep and full of feeling.

“I never thought you’d ever order me what I should or shouldn’t wear,” you tease, “I’m not changing my earring because you’re being sulky.”

He huffs, leaning his head against yours with a long and dramatic exhale. He rocks you from side to side and you’re now sure if you’ve won or if he’s thinking about a comeback. 

“But you like mine more, right?” he mumbles, “Like they mean more to you. You will take better care of them and never lose them, right?”

“I’ll take the best care of them. I’ll cherish them my whole life,” you rub your cheek against his shoulder, or maybe you just shake your head and he happens to be close enough. Either way, he can never win against you being cute for him.

“Good, then I’ll allow this,” he nods, brushing his fingers against your ear towards the earring. 

“You know, I think you just want your name on me somewhere,” you hum, eyes closing in satisfaction when his fingers move into your hair and rub gentle circles over your scalp.

“I wouldn’t hate it,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. And some part of you likes it, likes how possessive he could get, but most of your heart melts just imaging his sparkly heart eyes upon seeing you finally wearing his earrings, with his name on them.

Maybe you’ll surprise him when he’s having a bad day. Or maybe you’re gonna tease him just a little longer.

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[jinkoh]

Keep you safe

Seungcheol x reader

Tags: angst (a lot), hurt/comfort, ex-boyfriend!Seungcheol, g/n reader, y/n & sc both work in science

Warnings: fire, fear of a loved one getting hurt, vague mentions of injury/death (no one actually dies)

word count: ~1,5k

a/n: pls heed the warnings before reading (also if you think I should add anything lmk). I honestly don't even have an explanation for this story. I was listening to angsty music and thought "wow yeah, imagine if ex-bf cheol thought something might have happened to you" and then just wrote this down in one go.

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Things had been fine, really. Seungcheol was over you.

Of course, he still doubted that he’d ever fall in love like that again. Of course, he still thought that you were his one true love. But that didn’t mean the two of you were meant for each other, were meant for forever.

You hadn’t spoken in almost a year. Both of you had tried to make it a clean break up; no further contact unless necessary. He still saw you from time to time on the hallways of your faculty, but he never spoke to you. Neither did you approach him. It was for the better.

And yet, when he heard about the fire that broke out at the university, you were his first thought.

There were other people at the faculty that he talked to everyday, who should have come to mind first. But they didn’t. No matter how much he cared about them, when he heard about the fire, his only thought was you. Were you safe? Had you been at the faculty that day? 

He knew you were supposed to be— if your times at the lab hadn’t changed. Mondays and Thursdays, those had always been your lab days. It was Thursday.

The whole situation felt like a weird twist of fate. He’d been about to drive to the faculty himself, meaning to check on some samples. But then Jeonghan called him, out of breath, asking if he was okay, if he was still home.

There wasn’t much information on the fire yet, at least Seungcheol didn’t have much. All he knew was that it broke out in one of the laboratories about an hour ago and that the firefighters were on site. He’d gotten several more messages after that, asking if he was okay. He also wrote some himself, checking on the people who hadn’t gotten in touch with him yet.

And despite the radio silence, despite the fact that he wasn’t supposed to care about you anymore, he sent a message to you too.

It did nothing to ease his worries. You weren’t replying. The message didn’t even get marked as delivered.

He tried to bargain with his restless mind. Maybe you hadn’t been there today? Maybe you’d left earlier? Maybe you’d been outside for a smoke break when it happened? Surely, you’d just forgotten to charge your phone, the way you did sometimes.

The bitter truth was though, that you never missed your lab days. You also never left early. You weren’t smoking either, not when you dated, and he doubted you had started now. Chances were that you’d been in that building when the fire broke out and that you’d been close to the source too.

Seungcheol kept staring at his screen, refreshing the news page every few seconds, but to no avail. There was no information other than that the firefighters arrived on the scene forty minutes ago and that it wasn’t clear if or how many people were still inside the building.

He knew it was a terrible idea to go there now. He wouldn’t be able to help anyone. If anything, he’d be in the way of the first aiders. Hell, he disliked onlookers himself. But now, he started to understand the urge to go and see. Maybe you’d be there, safe and sound. Or maybe you weren’t. Not knowing drove him crazy.

His heart kept hammering in his chest and unable to calm down, he started pacing his flat. Whenever his phone vibrated with a message, he hoped it’d be you. But it never was. All the people he’d asked about you said they didn’t know either.

After what felt like an eternity, he got a call from Jeonghan. Seungcheol didn’t even bother with a greeting when he picked up.

“Any news?” He asked, his voice hoarse and out of breath.

“Nothing definite,” Jeonghan replied and the way he leveled his voice made Seungcheol feel unsettled.

“What does that  mean?”

“I managed to get a hold on Wonwoo. He was at the lab this morning.”

“And?” Seungcheol wasn’t feeling particularly patient.

“He said y/n was there and that they’d planned on staying until late.”

Seungcheol wasn’t surprised. After all, he’d known from the start that this was likely. But hearing someone say it out loud, having someone confirm his worries made it really hit him. You were there.

He couldn’t breathe.

“I have to—”

“Cheol,” Jeonghan interrupted, trying to calm him down.

“No, Jeonghan, I have to go there— what if they—” He didn’t dare to finish his sentence.

“Cheol, you can’t do anything, even if you—”

But he didn’t have the time to listen to Jeonghan being logical and reasonable. He simply couldn’t wait a second longer, he had to do something.

So, he slipped into his shoes and rushed out, not even bothering to put on a coat despite the biting cold. Getting to the university wasn’t as easy as expected. The closer he got; the fuller were the streets. Sirens kept cutting through the traffic noise; ambulances and fire trucks trying to get past the other cars. Guilt  crept up in the pit of his stomach. He knew he wasn’t helping the situation; he knew driving there meant one more car blocking the streets.

But how was he supposed to wait at home while you could be hurt? Or worse?

He parked a little further off from the university in an attempt to not disrupt the access road for the rescue workers. As soon as he got out of his car, he started running, not even remembering to lock the car behind him. 

He saw the clouds of smoke from afar and noticed the stench in the air. It made him feel sick to his stomach. 

As he reached the building, there were several fire trucks and ambulances around it, the firefighters still working on extinguishing the fire. Around it, a crowd of people had formed, some just looking at the burning building, others pushing through the masses in search of someone or something. All the while firefighters were shouting to stay back.

He swallowed. How was he supposed to find you in this chaos? His eyes kept scanning the crowd, stopping at every white lab coat they caught onto, in hopes that it’d be you. His heart was pounding so loudly, it almost drowned out the never ending sound of sirens.

Two first aiders were pushing a stretcher past him, and his eyes automatically scanned the face of the person lying on top. It wasn’t you.

The more he looked for you, the worse he felt. Why weren’t you anywhere to be seen? The crowd of people started blurring in front of his eyes. He wiped away tears he hadn’t even noticed he’d been crying until then.

He heard himself calling out your name, his voice barely sounding like his own, as he kept pushing past the people around him. No matter what, he needed to know you were okay. Even if you weren’t his anymore, just for today he needed to hold you in his arms and keep you safe.

Suddenly a voice cut through all the noise around him, sounding almost as desperate as his own.

“Seungcheol!” 

He whipped his head around, his body recognizing your voice before his brain even registered it.

For a second, he just looked at you, unable to make a move. He felt as if time had stopped, the chaos around him disappearing for a moment.

You were standing there, your face stained with grime and tears, your eyes red.

But you were alive. You were okay.

He pulled himself out of his trance and ran towards you, hugging you close to his chest as soon as he reached you. You immediately hugged him back, your arms wrapping so tightly around his body it almost felt suffocating. Your shoulders trembled in his hold as you sobbed into his chest.

Resting his chin on the crown of your head, he ran his hands over your back in a soothing pattern. He wasn’t exactly sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself. Either way, it was working.

“I couldn’t find you,” you croaked, your voice hoarse from crying. “I couldn’t find you, but Chan said you were going to be in the lab today and—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, tightening his hold on you. “I’m here now, I’m okay.”

“I thought you were still inside, I tried getting back inside, but they didn’t let me and—” You were interrupted by a sob that escaped your throat. “I thought you were still inside,” you repeated.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t,” he mumbled into your hair. “But… I thought you were,” he admitted after a pause. “I tried getting a hold of you, but I couldn’t. And no one had heard from you—” He swallowed. “I was worried. I thought I’d lost you.”

Both of you ignored the fact that you weren’t his to lose anymore. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that both of you were safe.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be.” He left a kiss on your hair. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah. Me too.” 

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[bambikisss]

Kiss me thru the phone: S.Coups [TEASER]

Pairing: Staff!Reader x Idol!SeungCheol

Summary: With how busy Seung Cheol is with the tour, it doesn't give him enough time to sneak off with his favorite stylist. So, he tries to make the best of it leading up to his one day off with you in Paris.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it, people), Phone sex, descriptions of mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, biting, mentions of past recordings of sex, slight spit, use of nicknames (baby, princess, love),

Song recommendation: Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy, BTBT by B.I, Devita

Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) I'll see you later on (later on) Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home (when I get home)

A/N: According to the poll, S.Coupsp won, so he is next! Let me know in the comments if you want to be on the taglist :)

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