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Stargazing (Seungcheol Drabble)

“The stars are so pretty.”

“Mhhm. It’s nice being out of the city and being able to see them. Especially with you,” Seungcheol added, turning to look at you.

You smiled at him before returning your attention to the stars.

“I always wanted to learn the constellations. Just imagine in ancient times, people not knowing what stars were. I’m sure they looked upon them with such wonder. Even as much as we know now, I still find them amazing.”

Seungcheol watched you watching the stars, your face barely illuminated by the glow of the quarter moon.

“Your face looks so serene and beautiful as you gaze at the stars. We should come out and do this more often,” he said reaching over to take your hand in his.

“I would love that,” you said as you scooted across the bed of the truck to get closer to him to lean your head on his shoulder.

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Me Too (Seungcheol Drabble)

In the middle of the night, you stirred a bit and rolled over hitting someone.

What? You thought. Seungcheol wasn’t supposed to be back for another day. The panic made you alert enough to focus on the person and realize it was, in fact, Seungcheol. Slowly you shook his arm to wake him from sleep.

Seungcheol’s eyes slowly opened as he began to slightly smile as he saw your face.

“You’re here!” you said smiling back.

“Mhmm,” he whispered quietly shutting his eyes back. “Seungkwan had a schedule he had to fly back early for, so I came back early with him so I could see you.”

“I’m glad,” you said wrapping your arms around him to hug him.  “I missed you.”

“Me too,” Seungcheol replied kissing you on the forehead and pulling you into him.

You felt so secure in his arms and wanted to tell him so but you knew he was tired. So you listened to his even breaths and the steady beating of his heart until you too, fell back asleep.  

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Seungcheol Drabble

“The last ferry left for the day.”

“What?!” What do you mean the last ferry left for the day?”

“I mean, it left. No more go to the mainland until one comes back. Which will be tomorrow morning,” Seungcheol explained.

Crap, you thought. Now you would have to spend even more time with him. He’d only made the trip out to the island to bring you money since you had lost your wallet. It was supposed to be your friend, Josh, who brought it, but somehow the person getting off the ferry with money for you was Seungcheol. He then, of course, insisted the two of you go on a walk around the island since he had traveled all that way to do you a favor. Really it was his fault you had missed the last ferry.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault we missed it,” Seungcheol remarked as he rubbed the back of his head.

Well, at least he admitted it and seemed genuinely sorry.

“I can see if there’s another boat to take. I’ll be right back,” he said jogging off back toward the docks.

You sighed as you watched him getting smaller and found the way he ran, almost hopping into the air as he rocked unto his tip toes kind of cute.

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Twenty minutes later Seungcheol came back, obviously upset about not having found anything.

“I tried.”

“It’s okay. I guess we will just have to wait ‘til tomorrow. Let’s go find a place to stay the night.”

“I’m already ahead of you. I asked the locals and they said there’s only one hotel on the island. Well apparently, it’s just a large house where a grandma rents out rooms, but it’s the closest thing to a hotel.”

“Alright,” you sighed for the umpteenth time that day. “Lead the way.”

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“This is it?” you asked glancing at the plain and unimpressive two story house.

“Mhhmmm,” Seungcheol murmured. “Come on.”

The two of you went in and saw a little living room where older lady sat over to the side in a chair.

“Excuse me, do you have any rooms available?” Seungcheol asked.

“Ah, yes,” the old women got up looking you two over. “I have one room left.”

Seungcheol glanced at you. “Ah, only one room left? We would actually like two separate ones.”

The old women shook her her. “No. Only one left. Don’t be shy though. It is perfect for newlywed,” the old women mentioned as she motioned and walked down the hallway.

“Newlyweds?” you asked in a strangled voice.

The old woman stopped and turned. “You are newlyweds, right?” she asked suddenly suspicious.

“Yes, newlyweds. We are. She just didn’t recognize the word in Korean.” Seungcheol explained sending you a look.

The old woman nodded, turned and continued down the hall, mumbling on about how even though his wife was a foreigner she spoke Korean well.

“Here you go,” the old women opened the door to a small room. A very small room, you noted.

“Enjoy,” the old woman grinned, retreating down the hallway.

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Seungcheol shut the door behind you, coming to stand next to you as you both glanced at the bedding folded in the corner.

Please let there be two separate mattresses. Please, you repeated in your head.

Seungcheol walked over to the pile unfolding the top cover and a mattress. Full size.

“I can just sleep on one edge and you can sleep on the other edge.”

“Yeah,” you managed to say, not being able to keep the dread out of your voice.

Seungcheol started putting the bed out as you kept staring, panicked thoughts flying around your head.

You are going to be stuck in a small room with Seungcheol. Stuck sharing a bed with him. I mean, you guess it wasn’t too bad. He was cute after all. No, wait. Don’t think things like that. What if he could read minds and heard what you said? Shit.

You came out of your daze, feeling your face heating up as you stared at his back.

“Alright, all done,” Seungcheol said rocking back unto his feet to get back up.

The man had a very nice backside.

Seungcheol turned and looked at you, the two of your eyes meeting.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Um, I guess we should sleep. The ferry comes early right?”

“Yeah. Sleep would be good.”

“I’ll take the left side,” you commend as you took off your shoes.

“That’s fine with me,” Seungcheol said as he took his spot on the very edge of the right side, facing towards the wall.

Good, you thought, doing the same on your side of the mattress.

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You were prone to nightmares and unfortunately tonight’s circumstances fueled their intensity. You always had the same one over and over, tossing and turning, crying out in your sleep, but never able to wake yourself.

These noises woke Seungcheol and he watched you for a bit, seeing you toss and turn, a look of distress upon your face. He hated seeing you like this and not knowing what to do. He felt practically helpless and rolled over so his arm was barely touching the side of your arm. This seemed to slow your fit a bit and Seungcheol smiled, glad he had helped you, if only just a bit.

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Seungcheol woke up to you trashing about, worse than before. There was about two feet between you now as he must have rolled over during his sleep. Since it had worked before, Seungcheol pulled you toward him, rolling you into his arms, wrapping them around you after tucking your head between his neck and shoulders.

“It’s ok. I’m here. Everything will be OK,” Seungcheol whispered into your shoulder.

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You opened your eyes in the morning and realized you were in the arms of Seungcheol.

Shit. How had that happened during the night?! You were on opposite sides of the mattress.

You tried to gently pull his arms from around you so he wouldn’t wake, but he started stirring and you froze.

Seungcheol was clearly awake as he let go of you and quickly stood up, almost falling over backwards.

“I’m sorry. Must have rolled over in the night. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s OK,” you blurted out. “An easy mistake,” you stood up yourself and turned away feeling your face heat up. Stupid face. “I’ll washup first,” you said exiting the room as fast as possible.

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After washing up, you went to the main room where the old lady was making breakfast. You thanked her for the rice as you sat and nervously kept glancing down the hall for Seungcheol to appear.

A few minutes later, he came down the hall, hair still partially wet and tousled with a hint of a shadow on his jawline. You quickly looked down, suddenly becoming very interested in the grains of rice.

“Morning,” Seungcheol greeted the old lady, taking the bowl of rice she handed him.

“You two are up earlier than I thought you would be.”

“We have to catch the ferry this morning,” Seungcheol explained.

“Still, I could hear you two all night,” the old lady grinned as your face got even hotter than it had been. “Your wife was nervous to see you this morning, but don’t worry darling,” she said turning to you. “He was satisfied. He has that look I’ve seen many times in this hotel and know very well.”

Seungcheol began choking on his rice and suddenly all words, both English and Korean, seemed to fly out of your head.

After recovering from choking, Seungcheol thanked the grandma and asked to pay as you two had to get on the road. You let him handle everything, still not able to say a word.

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The two of you got on the ferry and departed shortly thereafter. Now only three awkward hours riding next to each other until you could put some space between the two of you. In this proximity, all you could think about was being in his arms again and the feelings you had felt for that moment before he had woken up. Shock and surprise, yes. But also, something else. Comfort and relief? Something more? Could you possibly have feelings for him? Or was it just the circumstances? If you did, things could become complicated. Did he have feelings for you? What about Josh? He was your best friend and a good friends with Seungcheol too.

Wait, you thought. You’re getting way ahead of yourself. You weren’t even sure you liked the guy. You glanced over at Seungcheol as he played on his phone. You felt the corners of your mouth raising as his tongues moved slightly along his lip in concentration.

Shit, you thought. I think I like him.

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For the next hour, you sat staring out at the water, testing these feelings out in your head.

I like him. I like Seungcheol.

It felt weird, but at the same time like you were finally being truthful with yourself.

“So, are we going to talk about this morning?” Seungcheol came up behind you asking, startling you from your thoughts. “Or are we going to pretend it didn’t happen?”

You continued staring out at the water, words failing you for what you wanted to say.

“I guess that settles it then. It was just a mistake like you said earlier. I won’t bring it up again,” he whispered walking away.

You wanted to say something but your vocal chords weren’t listening. Your brain was too busy over analyzing and processing everything Seungcheol had just said. Had he seemed happy when he said that or disappointed?

You finally turned around, but Seungcheol was nowhere in sight.

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Sick (Woozi fluff piece)

“Are you feeling any better?” Woozi asked as he came through the door with bags of food. “A bit. Now that you’re here” you managed to croak out. Woozi smiled and set the food won on the counter, walking over toward where you were wrapped up in several blankets on the couch. “I brought food. Some homemade soup for you to help with your sore throat,” he said as he got down on his knees at the edge of the couch. “Thank you. You’re the sweetest,” you said hitting him with the best smile you could muster while being sick. “I know,” he replied with his trademark smirk, leaning in for a kiss. “No!” you exclaimed pulling the cover up over your face. “Why?” he asked taken aback and pulling the cover back down. “I don’t want to get you sick too. Trust me. It’s miserable”. Woozi pouted at you. “How long do I have to wait?” he asked. “Until I get better. Maybe…a week? Two at the most?” you pondered. “One week! One week without being able to kiss you?!” Woozi exclaimed. “That’s unacceptable!” “I want to kiss you too. Trust me, I do. But I don’t want you to get sick. Can’t you understand that?” Woozi sighed. “I do understand, but I don’t like it. “I really am sorry,” you whispered, slightly tearing up getting overwhelmed by the combination of being sick and seeing Woozi’s sad face from not being able to kiss him. “No, sweetie. Please don’t cry,” Woozi said, wiping a single tear off your cheek. “Oh, screw it!” he said leaning in to kiss you. “Yah! Now you’re going to be sick too!” You remarked, only slightly irritated because after that kiss you couldn’t really be mad at him. “Well, we can be sick together now. Scoot over,” he said, crawling under the covers beside you and wrapping his arms around you. “You’re going to regret this in a few days,” you said. Woozi must have smiled because you could feel his cheek bones raise up, brushing against your own cheek. “I’m never going to regret any of this.” ------------------------------

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Untitled (Woozi Fluff Piece)

I looked over at him cursing myself for missing the last class. Why couldn’t the teacher have just given me the notes and explained the assignment himself? Instead, he directed me to him. Yes, he was probably the smartest kid in class and the best student. But he was also intimidating as hell.

He always just sat there in the front row, right side, closest to the professor typically stood. Never saying a word except when the professor got frustrated with the rest of us and ultimately called upon him because he knew he would answer correctly. He would always answer in a monotone voice like he was bored that he had to answer such a simple question and had better things to do than being in the class and sharing his infinite wisdom with the rest of us. Then he would be silent again. And he would never take notes. He would just sit there like an impenetrable force. And now I had to approach him to ask for the notes and about our class assignment.

The bell rang and I took a deep breath and walked toward where he sat on the other side of the classroom.

“Excuse me,” I managed to say, “I…”

He stood up suddenly and turned toward me, his intense eyes on level with my own. We were the same height. I was caught off guard by this realization and became unnerved by his stare.

“I…,” I started again, “was absent last class. The professor said to come ask you?” I went up in inflection at the end as if asking a question and I saw the corner of his lip lift slightly up. “About notes,” I quickly added.

“I’m sure he did. Hypothetically I could give you notes, but I don’t actually have any physical notes. It’s all in here,” he said as he tapped his temple. “I could verbally give them to you. Though, I was actually headed to go eat,” he finished.

“Oh. Right. Ok,” I awkwardly concluded. What was I supposed to do now? I finally broke the eye contact, looking around for someone to rescue me.

Everyone had left.

“You could come, I guess.”

I paused to take in his reply in for a few seconds, “If it wouldn’t bother you, then I guess.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘bother’ really…” he trailed off, leaving me curious as to what exactly he meant.

He took a few steps forward before he realized I hadn’t followed him and looked back at me, gesturing with his head that I should follow. So I followed a few steps behind him until he abruptly stopped and I almost ran into the back of him.

“We can walk together,” he mumbled and we both started walking again, our strides and steps matching perfectly. He seemed different somehow now than he did in class. More light-hearted? Normal almost.

“What’s your name again?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry. Umm...Sejin,” I answered.

“Woozi”, he simply replied.

“I know.”

“How?” he asked.

“People talk about you,” I replied before realizing what I had said. I glanced over at him and his face was blank. No emotion at all. “Sorry, not that I share their opinion” I apologized feeling guilty because I had just lied, but he just kept walking. “So, where are we headed?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence

“We’re almost there.”

And sure enough in a minute we walked into what looked like a small, family owned restaurant and sat down at a table in the corner. A middle-aged waitress came over to take our order.

“I’ll have the burger with a side of fries and water please,” he told the waitress before she turned to me.

“Oh, I’m fine. Thank you, though,” I just wanted to get my notes and get out of there.

“Are you sure? It’s my treat,” he offered genuinely.

I thought about it for a second before the waitress interrupted my thoughts.

“Honey, always accept free food from a cute boy,” the waitress commented.

“I guess I’ll have the same then,” I said just so the waitress would go away. I looked over at Woozi again and it kind of look like he was blushing. It softened his eyes a bit. It actually kind of made him look cute.

Wait, what? Why did I think that? I wondered as I looked away suddenly feeling my cheeks get hot.

“So, the notes. And an assignment?” I asked trying to act like I was casually looking at my phone and not avoiding his eyes.

“Right,” he said and he began telling me about the notes. I looked back up, looking him in the face as he was talking and could tell this was a subject he was confident and passionate about. He was several minutes in before I realized I should have taken out paper to be writing the notes down, but I had gotten distracted by the way his lips formed words. Dear God, what was happening to me? I couldn’t take paper out now or it would look weird. So I just kept listening. Or pretending to listen and staring at those beautiful lips that turned slightly up at the corners when he got excited.

“Here’s your food,” the waitress said breaking me out of my trance. Thank you, God for that timely interruption.

I ate my food in silence as Woozi continued on about class, glad I could stare at my food instead of his lips.

“Sejin,” Woozi called snapping me out of an argument I was having with myself over if I should eat the remaining fries on my plate or not.

“What? I’m sorry” I apologized looking up and right into his eyes again.

“Did you want to go now? Or are you going to finish those fries?”

“Oh, no. I decided I’m not going to finish them. We can go now.” I added and slightly flinched that I used the word “we”.

Woozi put some money on the table and then he led the way out, holding the door open for me.

“Are you headed back to campus?” he asked.

“Yeah, my dorm.”

“How about I walk you and I can finish telling you about the notes?” he asked and flashed a blinding smile at me.

“Sure” I managed to squeak out and we resumed walking, perfectly in step again.

Woozi began talking again, but all I could think about was his smile. God damn, he had a beautiful smile. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners and all but disappeared when he smiled. So different than the intense stare he always had in class. How could even be the same person? This person was cute, courteous, and had a smile that would melt any girl’s heart and yet in class, he was as cold as ice.

Without realizing it, we had got back to my dorm room and coming out of my thoughts I realized Woozi must have asked me a question because he was looking at me like he expected an answer. Shit.

“I’m sorry what did you say? I was distracted”. By you, gosh darn it I thought.

“I said I could look over your assignment for class once you do it before you turn it in. If you want that is,” he seemed to add shyly.

“Right. The assignment,” I paused trying to think of what he had said about it. Come on brain. Don’t fail me now. Right, so he mentioned a paper. About…what? He was saying a research paper about something…but I hadn’t been paying attention to him. Or to his words at least, but definitely to his smile. Shit. “Which was what again?” I asked trying to ask cutely. Maybe he’d forgive me?

“You weren’t’ listening,” he said sounding disappointed and pouting. Oh, God that bottom lip. How cute could this man be?

“No. I was, well I was trying to.” I stammered on.

“It’s ok. No one ever listens to me,” he said as he starting turning away from me.

“No, wait,” I exclaimed and he turned back toward me. “I really was trying…but I was distracted…,” I trailed off.

“By what?” he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest and narrowing his eyes. Wow, he had nice arms too. No, Sejin. This was serious. Focus on the conversation. This is what got you in trouble in the first place.

“By….,” I stared at him thinking what I could say that was believable.

“Forget it if you’re just going to make something up.”

“Your lips” I practically shouted, my face heating up. “And your smile,” I added quieter. “But mostly your lips” I practically whispered.

Woozi smiled at me and I felt my insides go weak at it and I could have sworn my breath caught in my chest.

He took two steps forward, staring straight into my eyes.

“I noticed as soon as I stood up earlier, but you know we’re the same height? It’s perfect,” he said.

“Perfect for what,” I asked?

“This” he responded and leaned forward to kiss me.

No one had to stand on tiptoe or bend over. No craning of necks. Two sets of lips perfectly matched in height.

It was perfect.

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