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amourcheol · 1 year

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the great war | (teaser)

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | approx. 30k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol is the hottest man who ever lived, he also has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst ofc mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is vile), cheol says some very vile things during the deed, very slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

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a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : hello everyone i died on this account but i am back and better than ever especially since cheol has the nerve to be the finest man alive. just a warning, this fic is going to be so horrendously self-indulgent </3

SEUNGCHEOL ENTERED THE ROOM, AND YOU STILLED.

He was also wearing his wedding attire, but his cravat had been loosened, revealing a sliver of his neck. His curls were wild, as if he had been raking his hands through them. Even as a groom his sword was strapped at his side, the weapon absent at the actual ritual. You could have laughed at him if you were not so nervous—even on an apparent intimate night, he had only thoughts of murdering you.

His expression, on the other hand, revealed no humour.

You heard him sigh sharply, locking the door. That instantly had your nerves heightening. “Unlock the door,” you commanded, getting up from the bed. “I need to run away if you try to do something.”

“I shall have no drunk cousin or lecherous relative spying on us,” he refuted, stepping closer into the room.

“Spying?” your senses perked up. “Seungcheol, we are not doing anything worth spying on, do you understand?”

“What the hell do you mean?” he demanded, propping his gloved hands on his hips. He made to step closer to you but you raised your hand to stop him.

“I know a man has expectations,” you started, backing away from him, “Everyone expects us to seal the marriage, and I know that is the tradition, but I do not care…” you paused, and even the thought of such an action frightened you.

“If you try to touch me, Seungcheol, I will not hesitate to take your sword and stab myself with it.”

He parted his mouth to sneer, but he caught the look in your gaze. He had never seen such a promise ready to be fulfilled should your worst fears occur.

The man could not help but step back.

“Did you really think I would do that, _____?”

You smiled, albeit without any humour. “Well, first you declare that you would rather die by the hands of a Turk before marrying me, and here you stand as my husband.” You shook your head. “I cannot trust you.”

The accusation on his honour stung. “I stand by what I said. I did not want—do not want to marry you.”

“Then why did you say yes?!” you screamed.

He stood silent for a time, gritting his teeth.

It was the truth. Choi Seungcheol was the last man on earth who wished for your hand.

He, too, wanted to escape as the ceremony progressed. Even as you came into the church, dolled up in the height of fashion, he wished nothing more than to run out of God’s holy building, jump upon a gondola and row away from the city.

Despite his prowess, his popularity, his apparent undeniable power, he was unable to escape this marriage. There were exterior forces, beyond his control.

He said it to you truthfully.

“I was given no choice. I had to say yes.”

You did not believe him. “King of the Venetian military, the Republic’s favourite man and you could not control your choice of wife?” You almost wanted to laugh at him.

He could tell. “You would not understand,” he muttered, turning away from you. “All you have ever done is be a spoiled Doge’s daughter.”

That really ticked you off. “You have no idea what I have done for myself. You will never know of the burdens I carry for being a woman alone.” You crossed your arms, daring him to face you like a man. “All you have done is go to some foreign land and kill a few poor souls.”

Now that really ticked him off. “You speak of burdens as if I have none.” His voice dropping an octave had you blinking back. “You are not the only person who has struggled.”

You watched him as he finally deigned you a glance. There was something incredibly bleak in his usual stormy eyes. Not that you had never not seen him in a sour countenance, but this was possibly the first time you had seen him so hopeless.

“You are not the only person who has felt alone.”

A great part inside of you wished to cackle the ceiling down.

He should feel alone! You raged inside your mind, looking down at the ends of your wedding gown. He should feel something akin to loneliness so he could understand a fraction of your despair. The man was constantly surrounded by his men, his followers, hundreds of thousands of admirers from all over Europe.

You, on the other hand, had only yourself and your paint.

Even with that bitterness, no laughter spluttered from your lips.

You could only match his cruel stare, and hope he took you seriously.

A few more minutes passed before he sighed, taking off his loosened cravat from his neck, putting his sheathed sword on the set of drawers behind him. “We should sleep,” he said, stepping before the opposite side of the bed.

Watching his every move, you then shifted your gaze to the bed. “Yes…we should…”

His famous brow quirked inquisitively. “What are you thinking now?” he asked, clearly exasperated. He then continued dryly, “If you are still hesitant about the whole consummation, then I can assure you that I, too, would slice my head off if you suggested it.”

“Well, I am not suggesting it,” you muttered. “I am more puzzled about why you are getting into bed.”

His tiredness did not stop his stare turning sharp with sarcasm. “Because that is what a person does if they wish to sleep.”

“I am aware of that, thank you.” You put a hand to your chest. “But I wish to sleep as well, and I will be damned before I let you sleep in the same bed as me.”

Now his gaze turned mocking. “My God, you have some nerve saying such a thing.” He set the cravat down on the bedside table. “If you have a problem with me sleeping here, you can sleep somewhere else.”

“Excuse me!” you exclaimed, reaching out to clutch the bedsheets. “This is my bedroom. I have slept here my entire life!” You huffed, sitting on the plush mattress. “Besides, are you soldiers not accustomed to sleeping anywhere? I am sure my bedroom floor is a lavish upgrade from whatever hellsite you rested abroad.”

“Oh, you—” he brought his knee upon the bed, hands further placed as he leaned closer to you. “I care very little whether you have been sleeping here all your life. Your father brought me here, so I have a right to this space.”

You matched his vigour instantly, leaning just as close, sparking a fire in your expression. “And I care none if Papa brought you here—hell, if the Pope carried you to this very room.” His growing rage had no effect on your own. “Sleep. On. The. Floor.”

Mere inches away from each other, the general stared you down. Had the receiver of such a cruel eye been his soldiers, they would have run for the lakes, abandoned the army altogether. Seungcheol’s cold, calculating glares have had enemies shiver in their masses.

It irked him so ardently that his infamous tactics ceased to work on you.

He looked over your features: the manic, determined glint in your pupils, the flared nose, the pursed lips. No one, a woman, no less, had stood up to him like this.

Of course, he should not have been surprised. You had always been a sharp pain in his backside.

God, I cannot let her win, his voice rang, over and over in his head. She cannot have this over me.

But then he saw a glint in your usual mischievous gaze, and he knew you were about to commit a crime.

He was not wrong.

Because you did have an idea, and you smirked, fingers rising to the thin bow on the top of your dress.

Slowly, you began to untie the lace.

Seungcheol watched with no small amount of horror as your rigid wedding gown began to loosen at the top, its flared arms drooping around your shoulders.

You made to untie the second lace when he raised his hands, twisting his lips into a scowl. “What the hell are you doing?!” he demanded, getting off the bed.

“What does it look like?” You untied the string, dress falling further down till you needed your hands to hold it steady.

A single drop, and everything would be revealed.

The greatest general in the peninsula nearly squirmed at the thought.

Your fingers toyed with the last lace.

His eyes darted to your movements. Then, to your face, and you noticed the change of expression—it was as if he was thinking of a military strategy, a last-minute decision on the battlefield.

Once again, you pulled at the string.

But before the knot was fully untied you heard a savage growl escape his mouth.

“Oh, for God’s sake!”

Before you even let the dress fall, he swerved around, grabbing hold of his sword from the drawers. “Fine! Have your room!” The muscles on his back flexed as he raked a hand in his hair. “You are truly ridiculous!”

You could only laugh at the scene of him thundering to the door, vigorously unlocking it and storming out.

The laughter did not stop as you changed into your nightgown, shaking your head.

You did not care if Choi Seungcheol had become your husband.

You were not going to let anything of your life change.

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hrts4hanniehae · 5 months

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Take a Chance with Me || masterlist

summary: 3 years after your breakup with seungcheol, you release an album to cope with your still-broken heart. you didn’t expose his name but quickly, your fans and fans of svt begin to connect the dots to the past you wish you could relive. little did you know, the man you loved so desperately would begin to chase you back with the same desperation you so very much desired

inspired by: take a chance with me

pairing: idol!choi seungcheol x fem!idol!reader

genre: past relationship, fluff, angst, best friend!booseoksoon, smau, miscommunication, pining, 2nd chance

warnings: implied self harm/depression, hate comments, updates irregular but will finish because i cried when i thought abt this idea

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yikesmary · 10 months

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SHAVE — kim mingyu x reader

summary: with your boyfriend’s comeback approaching, mingyu asks you to help with shaving.

notes: i am in love with domestic one shots like this one!!

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"Stop moving," you scolded.

"I can't help it, it tickles," Mingyu whined.

You grabbed his jaw and moved him so you were able to carefully shave the slight stubble he grew. While you were so on board with Mingyu trying to grow out a beard, his company required him to shave if there was hair.

Which was where you came in. Since your relationship, Mingyu always asked you to shave for him. It started off as a one-time thing since he had forgotten to do so and in a hurry, asked you to do it. You were hesitant at first, seeing as there was always the chance you could cut him and make him bleed.

However, you were careful and Mingyu made sure to guide you on how to do it and he was very vocal if you were close to cutting him. Ever since that day, whenever Mingyu had a photoshoot that required him to do some close shots, he'd ask you to help him out.

Now, this is how you find yourself on a Saturday night, in the bathroom with Mingyu. Your body was slotted in between his legs so he was able to be close to you while you shaved him.

"Gyu, choose the butt or the waist to hold onto and stick with it, your moving is not helping," you warned him, feeling him go back and forth on holding onto your butt and your waist since you started.

"But both are so comfortable," he pouted, which was hilarious considering his face was still partially covered with shaving cream.

"Gyu."

"How about one hand on your butt and one hand on your waist?" he propositioned.

"As long as you stay still I don't care," you said.

Once he rested his hands on both your butt and waist, you went back to shaving him. As time went on, you've become an expert at shaving his face. It's to the point where Mingyu had become used to how you practically moved his head to shave his stubble better that he was basically like a doll and all he had to do was let himself be moved by you.

Satisfied with your work, you moved to lightly wash the razor in order to get rid of the hair and shaving cream that stayed on it. Then, you grabbed a nearby dry rag, soaked it in warm water, then turned back around to face Mingyu.

Mingyu already knew the drill and let you wipe his face and neck just in case there was any leftover residue that was left.

"Done," you announced.

You moved to the side in order for Mingyu to stand up and observe your work. He moved closer to the mirror and inspected your work, nodding in satisfaction.

"You did good, baby," he said, and you beamed.

"Can I cut your hair next time? Your hair is starting to get long, and I love you, but Jeonghan is the only one that can pull off long hair,"

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caraetdeul · 2 months

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Homemade Lunches

CEO!Choi Seungcheol x reader

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But maybe try to put a label on whose lunch it really was.

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niyahniyaa · 24 days

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Imperfect Love: If it isn’t you

* Seungcheol x Reader

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If you aren’t here that’s means I couldn’t find your name. I’m sorry.

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(Habit playing)

“Cheollie”. He heard your voice before he opened his eyes. It’s a beautiful morning, he could tell by the rays of sun shining through the curtains. He looks over to meet your eyes. He could see sparkles in them, as if the galaxy resided there. “Good morning Jagiya”. He said cupping your face with a strong hand. You smiled at him softly and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you”. Seungcheol said after you pulled away.

He doesn’t know what prompted his boldness but he knew he had to tell you. “Cheol you don’t-” you’re cut short by his sudden shift in position. He sits up in order to fully face you. “I’m sorry if it seems so sudden, but I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you.” He takes a deep breath, reeling in his nerves before continuing. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a month now but I wanna be with you.” He says, grabbing your hands to pull you up.

“I love you and…,” he hesitates, “I wa-, no I need you in my life.” He stares at you intensely hoping to get a shared response. “I love you too Seungcheol.” You say softly. It was true, you fell for him almost immediately. You loved the way he spoke to you. The way he looked at you. The way he treated you.

Every little thing he did with and for you never went unnoticed. You cheese at him basking in the love you felt for this man. He suddenly leans in to kiss you. It’s deep and passionate. Seungcheol hasn’t felt this way about someone before and he’s certain he’ll never feel that way for anyone else ever. “I’m all yours Cheol. It’ll always be you.”

He wipes his face awakening from his dream. Looking to his side, he falls into himself suddenly drawn to the realization of your absence. It’s been a year and a half since the breakup, and all he could think about was you. Why couldn’t he let you go? It was his fault his life collapsed on him. It was his fault he could no longer hold you in his arms. He shakes his head groaning in disappointment. Who was he kidding? The answer was simple. He still loved you.

He loved the way you cared for him. The way you talked to him. The way you lit up whenever he would walk into a room. He missed you and you would’ve been there with him if it wasn’t for his stupid fucking mistakes! He should’ve just been honest! Should’ve told you about the messages, about Nayeon coming onto him. He should’ve told you… everything.

(End of song)

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“Coming!” He yells, getting up from the couch after hearing his doorbell ring. He hurriedly runs to the front door, unlocking and swinging it open. His jaw drops when he sees you standing in front of him. “Where the hell have you been?!” He snaps, eyes holding yours with a dark gaze. “Seokmin, I’m so sorry!” She sighs softly trying to lighten the already suffocating tension surrounding the two.

It’s Y/n. Seokmin hadn’t seen you in over two weeks. He had been your rock during your separation with Seungcheol and you were doing great after you moved out. However you disappeared like two weeks ago with no word to anyone. Even your parents hadn’t heard from you. “Come in, you’re not a stranger”. Dk points out with a shake of his head, as if he needed to remind you.

After you come in, Dk quickly throws his arms around you. He holds you tight, something he knew you needed. Something he secretly needed himself. He wanted to stay angry at you but the feeling dissipated as soon as he seen the worn down expression on your face, he knew you needed him right now.

Seokmin finally pulls away and gestures you towards the kitchen. “Want a drink?” He asks opening his wine fridge. There’s a lot to catch up on and Dk can’t wait to hear your explanation for the disappearing act you so graciously pulled.

He opens the bottle and pours you a glass. Pink Moscato, he knows it’s your favorite. “I missed you Seokminnie.” You say after taking your first sip. He shakes his head and starts to pour himself a glass. “I thought you forgot about me.” He says sipping from his drink. It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to each other. You never go without talking to him, but for some reason you cut communication with almost everyone for an entire two weeks. It was really blowing his mind.

Dk, being the understanding man that he is, gave you your space. He didn’t want to pester you and complain about your lack of communication. Though he does wish you would’ve answered the many calls he’d given you. “I didn’t forget about you Dokyeom,” you start, “my head was all over the place and I just needed time to myself.” You reassure him. He just nods and takes another sip of his drink.

He’s happy to see you, but thinking about the time that’s gone by without a call back, makes him upset. “I love you Y/N. I really do and you know that, but I really wish you would’ve at least let me know that you were ok.” He confesses, not looking at you. “I was really worried when you stopped answering my calls. I thought something happened.” Dk retorts, now running his hand through his ginger colored hair.

He knows he’s being a bit dramatic, but you never go without speaking to him. “You could’ve sent a text or email, hell even a letter. Something to let me know that you were alive and well, your parents were worried sick.” He finishes, pouring himself another glass. Not letting it slip how scared he also was for you. He finishes his drink in a single head toss.

Putting his glass down, he looks up to see you staring down at your glass. He’s studying you, trying to figure out what could be on your mind. Lots he would assume. You look tired, burnt out. He can see slight bags under your eyes like you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Your hair is also pushed up into a sloppy bun on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry Best”, you say, finally gathering a few words, “Our anniversary passed last month and he’s all I’ve been thinking about and then there’s been work and Cheol’s parents! I just-” you stop yourself with a shake of your head. “It’s no excuse, you’re right Minnie I should’ve called you, should’ve communicated more.”

He stares at you intensely. He knows you’re going through a lot right now, he could definitely relate. “I’m sorry, I know there’s a lot on your mind right now.” Dk remarks pulling you into another hug. You hold him tightly, letting a tear or two drop on his exposed shoulder. “I’ll do better with my communication, I just-“ your voice cracks, “I just need you right now.” You tell him, your voice noticeably shakey. He pulls away and wipes your now flowing tears. “I’m here.”

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It’s Tuesday morning and Seungcheol feels as horrible as he felt every other day. He walks into his office with his head down and quickly lays across his couch. I shouldn’t have had that drink. He says to himself. He’s been drinking a lot since the breakup, even more since your anniversary recently passed. He can’t stop beating himself over the head. If only I would’ve gone home sooner. If only I didn’t drink so much. So many what ifs and no changes.

The thoughts spun in his head continuously. He hears a knock at his office door snapping him out of his stupor. Mingyu pops his head in after a second attempt without getting a response. “Hey Hyung, how you holding up this morning?” He asks walking in. He’s holding a glass of water and a few pills for Seungcheol’s head. It’s become a routine at this point. Seungcheol sits up and grabs the much needed medication from Mingyu, quickly tossing the pills back.

“I’ll be fine.” Seungcheol snaps as he stands up. Mingyu rolls his eyes and grabs his arm to help steady him up. “You’re lucky we’re friends Cheol, cause I would’ve knocked you on your ass.” Seungcheol sighs and runs his fingers through his now blonde hair. “I’m sorry Gyu,” he apologizes, “I didn’t sleep much last night.” Seungcheol runs his hands along his suit to straighten himself out. “What else is new.” Mingyu scoffs breathing in deeply. “You ready now?” He asks beckoning Seungcheol towards the door. “Yea let’s go.”

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The meeting seems to be going well. The new group that debuted last year, Enhypen, are doing great in sales. “I think it’s time to plan a tour.” Seungcheol says from the head of the table. “The sales from your recent album has been great and we could all really benefit from an international tour.” He looks to the groups’s manager and slides a folder in his direction. “Read over the details and let me know if you’re fully prepared to begin preparations.

There’s a few side conversations and then a voice speaks up. “I think an International tour would be a great idea.” Seungcheol looks up at the voice, a frown already making its way onto his face. Nayeon is smiling widely at Cheol from her seat. He hasn’t spoken to her since the incident. She stills works under him as the VP of Marketing, and he would’ve fired her as soon as possible if she wasn’t so good at her job. Plus he hasn’t had much time to try and find a new VP.

“I’ve been seeing many fans of theirs all over social media and international fans are definitely longing for an appearance.” She states with a grin. Just that smile makes him furious. He just nods his head, taking in her info. “As VP,” she continues, “I have lots of fresh ideas to promote them more in the West.” She beams proudly. Suddenly she stands up and walks towards the head of the long table. As she reaches him, she hands Seungcheol a folded piece of paper.

He looks at her weirdly as he grabs the paper from her hands. Why couldn’t she just email it to me? He thought to himself. “Great, I think we’ve gone over pretty much everything correct?” He asks looking around the table. Everyone nods, while gathering their papers. “Awesome, thank you boys for your hard work so far,” he says bowing at the group, “and thank you to everyone else for your input, let’s keep up the good work.”

With that he starts for his office. Once he’s inside, he remembers the paper Nayeon recently gave him and opens it. “What the fuck.” He thought out loud. The paper is just some printed out picture of Nayeon. On the top is a small note, “I miss you Cheollie”, it read. He shook his head as he massaged his temple. What the fuck is the matter with this gir?.

“Something wrong?”

He looks up to see Nayeon almost right in front of him. When did she walk in? Her head is tilted and she’s gazing at him deeply. He rolls his eyes and looks past her. His office door is already closed shut. “What is your problem Nayeon?” He questions to her. She walks around to his side of the desk and rubs his shoulder.

“You’re a free man last time I checked,” she whispered by his ear. I hope it was worth it. He could hear you words on replay in his head. “Stay the fuck away from me Nayeon, I want nothing to do with you.” He snaps with a glare. Standing up, he walks towards his door and opens it slightly. “Jeez Cheol why do you play so hard to get?” She asks rolling her eyes, walking from behind his desk. “Stop calling me that!” She ignores him with a huff and continues. “I couldn’t have done all that work for nothing.” She sighs dramatically throwing herself onto his couch.

What? All what work? “What are you talking about?” He asks now walking back towards her. She scoffs and sits up. “Get real Seungcheol, you didn’t think you were that fucked up off of a little “mixed drink” do you?” She questioned him. He had three drinks that night. They were pretty strong last time he remembered. “I’ve seen you down cups of the strongest liquor and still come out fine.”

She’s right. Seungcheol has never been a lightweight when it came to drinking. It really does take a lot to get him drunk. “What did you do?” He asks stepping closer. She just grins slightly and crosses her arms. “I just slipped you a little something to speed up the process while your back was turned.” She confesses. “You should keep a better eye out for your drinks.” She giggles in a mocking tone.

His head is spinning. He knew those drinks were unusually strong, not to mention he could barely remember making his was to his office. Even Mingyu was alarmed by how quick he got drunk. “You fucking bitch!” He yells not even trying to hide his anger. “You better be fucking with me.” He threatens, grabbing her by the arm. “No one is gonna believe you Cheol, especially her.” She says through a chuckle. “It’s always gonna be my word against yours.”

*Cough*

They look up simultaneously to see Mingyu standing by the door. “Um, you have guests here to see you.” He says staring intensely at Nayeon. Seungcheol clears his throat before letting her go. “Yes of course thank you.” He says fixing his suit. Nayeon pushes her hair behind her hair and winks at him. “See you around Cheollie.” She says walking away.

Mingyu watches her walk past before turning his gaze back on him. “How much of that did you hear?” Cheol asks with a raised eyebrow. Mingyu shifts and sighs deeply giving his boss a pained look. “All of it, but we’ll get to that later. I was serious when I said there’s someone here to see you.”

Seungcheol shakes his head still in disbelief at the bomb Nayeon just dropped. “Who could be that important Gyu?!” He questions with a frustrated huff.

“Aww Coups, that isn’t any way to greet old friends now is it? I swear we taught you better than that.”

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“Do you think she’s dead or actually sleeping?”

“I think if she was dead her chest wouldn’t be rising and falling. Use your brain dumbass!”

“You guys are so mean to me. I show nothing but love to you both!”

“If you guys really loved me, you would shut the hell up!” Y/N groans sitting up in bed. You’re greeted with three smiling faces staring back at you. Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung stand next to the bed looking very much like creeps. “Oh my god!” You gasp finally realizing who was standing in front of you. “Oh my god! Seungkwan when did you get back?” Your voice cracks as you hop out of bed jumping into one of your closest friend’s arms.

He returns the hug happily, squeezing you just as tight. “Dokyeom called me of course. You haven’t been okay my love. The real question is why haven’t you called me yourself?” He pulls back from the hug wiping the fallen tears from your cheeks.

You really couldn’t believe he was here the four of you haven’t been together since college graduation and that was eons ago. You did try to meet up every couple of months but one of them were always busy and couldn’t make it, so seeing him again, seeing them together it truly moved you to tears.

“I’m so sorry Kwannie it’s been so much happening.” You sigh cupping his hands in yours.

“You think if we left for months on end she’ll greet us like that?” You roll your eyes with a chuckle turning to look at Hoshi. “I missed you too Soonie. How could I not?” You ask with open arms which he immediately reciprocates, pulling you into a tight hug.

You turn to look at DK who stands there like a proud dad. “I’ll accept thanks in the form of NEVER ignoring my calls again please and thank you.” He announces loudly. You shoot him a mocking smile while pulling away finally.

“Sooo, we going out tonight or what?” Soongyoung blurts out. We haven’t all been together like this in a long time, so going out doesn’t seem too bad actually. “Yea why not,” you retorted, “there’s this club that’s supposed to be really fun not too far from here.” You finish, grabbing your phone off the bed.

“It’s 6:30 right now,” you say looking down at the time, “I’m gonna take a shower and then we should be out the door by 8:30 at the latest.” You say throwing your phone back down. The guys instantly roll their eyes and huff loudly. “Jeez best, you don’t think you could take any longer?” Dk asks rubbing his fingers through his hair.

“Shut up Dk, you’re lucky it’s not longer.” You say grabbing his hand to pull him towards your room door. “Now go wait downstairs for me guys, I’ll be down soon.” You say ushering everyone else out. “Wear something sexy!” Seungkwan calls from the hallway. You shake your head and chuckle lowly. With that you head for the bathroom.

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The club is actually more occupied than you thought it would be. It’s called Moonlight, and like its name, it is really beautiful inside. There’s various lights in small areas of the club and the moonlight seemed to shine right through the glass ceiling. “This place is such a vibe.” Hoshi says pulling his phone out.

“How about we grab a table before we’re trampled out here.” Seungkwan says pointing towards the various available tables. You shake your head and grab his arm, pulling him closer to you. “I booked us a section before we left so we’ll be more comfortable.” As many people as there are in here, it’s a good thing you called to book a section. “Smart,” is all he says before cupping his ears.

There’s people screaming loudly to the music right by you guys. You’d think someone was here performing as loud as it is. After what seemed like forever, you finally find the club’s manager amid all the chaos. You tell him your name and he ushers you towards your section. “Could we get three bottles of your strongest liquor please?” Dk asks sitting down.

You look at him sideways and shake your car keys. Not only do you need to drive home but you have an important meeting in the morning. The last thing you need is to be piss drunk at the end of the night. “Oh come on y/n, live a little”. Dk says standing up and walking towards you. He grabs your shoulders and levels with you. “Besides it was your idea to come here in the first place.” He grabs your keys from your hand and places them in his pocket. “I’ll be our chauffeur for the night.”

The man finally makes his way back to our section. He’s carrying a bottle of Bicardi with him and a few shot glasses. Dk quickly grabs the things from him and began to pour you a shot. “You worry about having a good time and letting loose.” He says, throwing one of his own back. You sigh deeply and take the shot right after him.

“Whatever you say best.” You retort sitting down.

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It’s been about an hour now and you’re pretty tipsy at this point. “I think I’m gonna go to the bar and get some cherries.” You tell the rest of your group. You actually like cherries a lot now. Mostly since you’ve tried it once with Cheol. You can’t help but want some whenever you’re drinking nowadays. Plus they help ease your hangovers the next day.

Reaching the bar, there were generous amounts of people already there sipping on their own drinks. “Excuse me”. You yell slightly over the music and conversations. To no avail though, it’s like the bartender could hear nothing over the noise. You try yelling again but like previously, it didn’t work.

“HEY SHE NEEDS HELP HERE!” A voice yells from next to you. You turn to meet the chest of a tall man. He’s staring down at you with a full smile, his hair falls beautifully down his face and that’s when you realize who you’ve bumped into.

“Jeonghan!?” You exclaim loudly throwing your arms around him. He giggles and hugs you back tightly. It feels like you haven’t seen Jeonghan since college. He’s really close friends with Seungcheol, so you only saw him whenever he hung out with him. Still, it feels amazing seeing him now after these years.

*Ahem*. You turn to see the bartender standing impatiently on the other side of the bar. You pull away from Jeonghan and bow slightly apologizing to the man in the process. “I’m sorry sir,” you start, stepping closer so he could hear you. “I would really just like a small cup of as many Cherries as you can give me.” You say with pleading eyes. He stares at you in disbelief then finally sighs and walks off.

He returns quickly and hands you the cup gently. “On the house.” He says sizing you and licking his lips. “You’re hot, have a nice night”. He says walking back to the other end of the bar. You scrunch your eyebrows before turning your attention back to Jeonghan.

“How you been lately?” He immediately asks meeting eyes with you again. I’m sure he’s heard about the breakup. I would be surprised if he didn’t. You smile at him with eyebrows raised. “I’ve been alright actually. ” You lie, why did you lie? Denial maybe.

“Well I heard about the breakup, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He admits pulling you into a hug. It was one of those much needed hugs. One of those reassuring hugs that had so much love inside. You needed it. “It’s alright hannie really. It’s in the past now.” He pulls away and fixes himself. He grins widely and leans in to fix a loc of your hair.

“So what brings you here?” He asks gesturing around the club. “I’m here with a few friends of mine actually,” you say gesturing at your section not too far from where you stand, “a celebratory reunion if you wanna name it.” He looks in the direction your facing and stands on his toes to find you friends.

“Oh I can see Dk from here, figured you guys were still friends.” He says waving to get his attention. Dk sees him and quickly returns the gesture. “Yea can’t even remember how many years it’s been for us now.” You admit. He turns back to you and grabs his cup that he’s been babysitting from the counter.

“What about you,” you start, “how you been?” He shrugs and smiles widely. “I’ve been great honestly, can’t complain.” He looks as if he wants to say more. “Josh and I got together a few months back.” He exclaims, cheesing boldly. Finally. As far as you’ve seen in the past, they’ve always flirted quietly. I don’t think they thought anyone noticed, but you definitely did.

“It’s about time!” You slightly shout. “I’m so happy for you guys.” You playfully shove him and he falters back grinning widely. He looks past you and then locks eyes with you again. “Well I better get going. I don’t wanna keep him waiting.” He hugs you tightly and gives you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around ok, it was so great to catch up to you again.” With that, he walks past you and disappears into the sea of people.

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“You don’t think you should slow down?” Josh asks Seungcheol. He was at least on his 10th shot at this point. It’s not like it was something light either. Although he is known to hold his liquor very well, Josh was still really worried about him. “I’ll be fine Josh, do you know who your talking to?” He retorts a little sloppily.

“You will never believe who I ran into at the bar.” Jeonghan says excitedly, coming back with Joshua’s personal drink. Everyone looks up at him with wondering eyes. “Who?” Joshua asks taking a sip of his drink. Jeonghan drums a small drumroll on the table and smacks his hands together. “Y/n!” He exclaims smiling, showing all teeth.

Seungcheol’s head quickly shot up at almost an instant. “Did you say y/n? Where? Where’d she go?” He asks loudly all at once. He walks over and grabs Jeonghan by the shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “Where did she go?” He repeats. Jeonghan just points and fixes himself after Seungcheol lets him go.

“She said she was here with a couple friends”, he begins, “she said they were here for a little celebratory reunion.” He finishes and began pouring himself a drink. Seungcheol walks away from their section and looks around the club. There’s just so many people here, no way he could make you out within this madness.

He walks back to his section and stands atop a small step that peeked out by the booth. He looks both ways multiple times, but to no avail. Suddenly his heart picked up its pace. It was like he was seeing a ghost or something. Like the entire room stood still and there was no one else inside.

He sees you. It’s surreal almost. Like the entire world stopped spinning all at once. Your section just so happened to be near great lighting and he could make out you features easily. Your hair was black. Very black actually. Your silver jewelry complimented your skin so well. He could see that you were wearing that tight black dress that showed off your figure beautifully. He always loved how that looked on you.

You seemed happy. He could see you swaying lightly to the music and laughing with your friends. Should I speak to her? It’s been a while honestly and he didn’t know how you would react to his presence. Just then he saw someone approach you from the other side of your section. Some tall guy with dark hair. He watched as the Man sparked conversation trying to get your attention.

What was he telling you? He asked to himself. You don’t seem interested. Even Seungcheol could see that. Maybe it’s because he knows you. He’s studied you for years, of course he knows. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the guy finally walked away. He walked right past Cheol, bumping him roughly.

“Watch where you’re going Dick.” The guy yelled at him. Seungcheol looked back quickly at the man. Now that he was closer, he could easily tell the man was drunk. “Just keep moving guy, you bumped into me.” Seungcheol said trying to find you. You’ve disappeared since the man stole his attention. “How about you apologize asshole!” The man yelled sloppily.

Now he was annoyed. He can’t find you and it was this guy’s fault. “What the fuck is your problem dude!?” Seungcheol started, vividly frustrated. “Get the fuck out of my face before you really piss me off!” He finished, balling his hand into a fist.

“And what exactly is gonna happen huh, you gonna hit me? I wanna see you try!” The man tested. Seungcheol quickly stepped forward about to give the man what he asked for, but was stopped by someone grabbing his arm. “He’s not worth it Cheol, come one let’s get out of here.” Jeonghan said beckoning towards the door.

Seungcheol breathed in deeply and stepped backward. “Fuck you man, go get some help.” Seungcheol said to the man while walking away. The man just flipped him off and walked away, bumping into someone else and starting the whole dispute over again.

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“I’m alright, I’m here with my boyfriend anyways.” You said to the man asking for your number. He smelled strongly like alcohol. Then, as if on cue, Dk shouts slightly to get the guy’s attention. “That’ll be me guy. Now if you don’t mind, we’d like to enjoy our night out.” He said calmly. It’s as if he’s practiced this exact conversation before. The man scoffed loudly and turned to walk away.

“Thank you best, I hate when that happens.” You say walking towards him. You stumble a little bit but Hoshi quickly catches you. “You ready to go now?” He asks, concern in his voice. “Yeah, yeah we can go.” You mumble. No way I’m already drunk, you thought to yourself. Hoshi then swings his arm through your own to help hold you up.

As you make your way through the crowd of people, you hear a familiar voice yelling almost over the music. “What the fuck is your problem dude!?” Is it-no it couldn’t be, what are the odds. You think again to yourself. You brush away the thought and continue making your way to the front door. As you step outside, you hear someone call your name. “Y/n?” You turn around and finally you see Joshua. He’s standing by a car, it’s his you assume.

“JOSH!” You yell out excitedly. You stumble to him and fall into his open arms. He giggles at your sudden actions. “Had too much to drink I see.” He says. “It was a HELL of a month.” You exclaimed, making an excuse for your multiple drinks. It has though, getting over Cheol seemed to be so much harder than you expected.

“I’m gonna get her home now”, Dk starts, cutting you from your thoughts, “she’s a bit much right now.” He says hoisting you over his strong shoulder. Joshua just laughs and nods his head. “Trust me I absolutely understand, it was great to see you again y/n,” he exclaims turning back towards the car. “Make sure you get some rest.” He says quickly before you disappeared from view.

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“WAS THAT Y/N?!” Seungcheol asks running up to Joshua a few minutes later. Moments before making his way through the crowd and out the door, he could slightly see Joshua talking to someone. It looked like her, he’s sure it was her. “Yea she was pretty messed up so her friend took her home.” Seungcheol runs his hand through his hair and sighs deeply and loudly. How the fuck did I miss her again? He thought to himself. “Let’s go hothead.” Jeonghan calls to Seungcheol, snapping him from his thoughts. He rolls his eyes and gets inside the car. Fuck this day.

~~•~~

The next day, Seungcheol wakes up to a ring from his phone. He looks at the caller ID and sees that it’s Mingyu.

Mingyu- “Cheol I’m outside your place. Answer your door.”

Seungcheol- “I just want to be left alone today Gyu, I’m not in the mood for anything or anyone.”

Mingyu- “So you don’t want to talk about what happened at work last week. We’ve put it off long enough, I think it time we talked about it.”

Seungcheol- “Fuck I completely forgot about that crazy bitch. I’ll be down.”

Seungcheol quickly gets up and throws on a T-shirt. He didn’t have work today so he’s been pretty much lounging around all day. Reaching the front door finally, he opens it to a grinning Mingyu. He’s holding up a bag of food. “Stopped and grabbed your favorite Ramyun”, he started, “figured you’d like it on a day like this.” He walks in and heads right for the couch.

Seungcheol sits in the seat beside Mingyu and began opening his food. “So what exactly did I walk into the other day huh Cheol?” Mingyu questions. Seungcheol slurps some of his noodles and looks up at Mingyu. He grabs a napkin and cleans his face before speaking. “She came to my office to push up on me again. I honestly think there’s something mentally wrong with that girl.” Seungcheol exclaims. Mingyu nods his head in agreement.

“Then she openly admitted to drugging you that night.” Mingyu shakes his head and rubs his temple. Probably contemplating his next words. “So what now, are you gonna somehow talk to y/n, she deserves to know Cheol.” Mingyu remarks. Seungcheol sighs deeply and gets up. He walks into the kitchen and opens his liquor cabinet, grabbing one of his strongest bottles. Grabbing a glass, he throws his head back in frustration.

“She won’t talk to me Gyu.” He begans, finally pouring his drink. “I doubt she would even look my way.” He says drinking his whole glass in a single head toss. Mingyu just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You don’t know that bro, have you even tried to reach out to her?” Mingyu questions. She’ll for sure ignore me. It definitely looked like she was over me. It’s too late, I know it is. Seungcheol thought to himself. He didn’t even want to test that theory. He was too afraid of her rejection.

“Cheol, I think you need to get out of your head and test your luck,” Mingyu starts again. “You never know, she may miss you the same way you miss her.” He sighs deeply. It’s been so long. He misses everything about you. “How about you take a few baby steps.” Mingyu snaps Cheol from his thoughts. “You know where she works correct?” He didn’t. You transferred to a new office a few months after the break up.

“I tried that Gyu, she transferred.” He says, in a defeated tone. Mingyu sighs. He’s genuinely trying to help his friend. He hates seeing him this way. “We’ll figure this out Cheol. You guys’ll be back together and happy before you know it.”

God I hope so.

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“I think that’s about it.” You say to the cashier behind the register. You were at the Market buying some groceries for your house. “Will you be using cash or card?” The cashier asked, peeking from behind the register. You show her your card just as your receive a call.

Unknown. Who’s calling from a blocked number? “Thank you.” You thank the cashier as your payment approves itself. As you finally make your way to your car, your hear it. “Y/n?” That voice again. You quickly turn around to see…Cheol? “Um hey Seungcheol.” You give him a slight smile as you shift on your feet.

“Hey, how you been?” He asks reluctantly. You shrug your shoulders and sigh deeply. “Better actually.” You were telling the truth this time. You’ve been trying not to think too much about him and it’s been working. “What about you, how’s work? You been taking care of yourself?” You ask him, tilting your head.

He reaches back and scratches his head. Shrugging his shoulders, he begins. “For the most part I guess, and work’s been work.” He sighs and grins at you slightly. It’s quiet. Awkwardly quiet. “Well it was nice catchi-“ You were suddenly cut off by his voice. “Could I possibly take you out to dinner or something? Just you know, we could catch up properly that way.”

Dinner? Your eyes find his and you finally get a good look at him. His face is so bare. His eyes were a little heavy, like he’d probably been crying recently. Those lips. His hair was blonde now and much longer. A few strands hung over his face. Has it been that long? God I miss him but does it have to be tonight? “It doesn’t have to be tonight, maybe this Friday?” He says suddenly cutting your thoughts short. How the fuck? “Yea sure, Friday.”

He grins widely, surprise danced on his face. “Great, um great that’s uh great.” He says nervously. You chuckle to yourself. Great, just as you were beginning to heal, you thought to yourself. “I guess I’ll see you Friday.” You say now grabbing your car keys from your purse. You unlock your doors and start to load up the few groceries you bought. “No way, I got it.” Seungcheol says taking the bags from your hands.

JUST GREAT. He closes your back doors and steps away. “So yea Friday. Yay!” He laughs awkwardly to himself and turns away. You smile slightly as you climb into your car. “See you then, drive safe.” He says just before you pull away. You wave to him and drive off.

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“Yay? What the fuck was that?” Mingyu asks once Seungcheol reaches his car. “Jeez I know don’t remind me.” He says smacking himself in the forehead. He looks over at the now empty parking spot that your car previously occupied.

What are the odds they’d run into you. “I thought she moved to the other side of town.” Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. You did move so what made you come all the way to this market. “She probably had business on this side of town.” Seungcheol said shrugging his shoulders. He couldn’t help but become curious as well though. He just brushed the feeling away.

“She agreed to go out with me this Friday.” He says excitedly. Just then he remembered, “Shit I don’t have her new number.” Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he quickly unlocks it. He pulls up her old contact, and he’s sure she changed her number. He’s tried calling it multiple times in the past. “It’s green Gyu.” He flips his phone showing Mingyu.

“Well no shit Cheol. She has a new number, we just discussed this.” He says rolling his eyes. “She might be on Instagram again, you should check.” Mingyu suggests shaking his phone. Seungcheol opens Instagram and finds your profile. Sure enough, your account was active again.

Your profile was different though. What once was a picture of you and Seungcheol together is now a picture from your trip to New York. He scrolls down to your new posts. She’s beautiful. Wow. He thought to himself as he stare at a recent picture of you. As he scrolls further, his phone is slipped from his hands. “Here I’ll find her.” Mingyu retorts. He looks at the screen and then back at Seungcheol.

“Now give me my phone back ass.” He says snatching his phone from Mingyu’s hands. He feels a slight vibration as he’s grabbing it. Looking down, he sees that he accidentally liked your post. “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yells smacking himself on the forehead. “This post is like three months old.” He says staring wide eyed at Mingyu.

“Shit sorry Cheol.” He says through a chuckle. “At least you found her though right.” Seungcheol just shakes his head and smiles lowly. “You’re unbelievable dude.”

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“COME ON DUDE JUST THREE MORE!” Dk yelled. He was at the gym with one of his new friends. They met not too long ago here at the gym. “Shit bro, that’s the last time I do that after a hard workout.” The man says after jumping down. Dk walks to the small bench and grabs his water bottle.

“A bet is a bet bro, even The Kim Mingyu couldn’t make it through Seokmin’s Muscle Trial unwinded” he says smugly. Mingyu dabs at his neck with his towel. “So any plans for tomorrow?” Mingyu asks Dk as they head for their lockers. “Well I did have plans but my bestfriend rescheduled on me for her ex.” He says rolling his eyes. Mingyu nods his head taking in the info.

“Well you could come over for a few beers tomorrow if you want.” Like Dk, Mingyu was supposed to hang out with Seungcheol but he had that date with you. “Yea I’ll come over, you seem desperate,” he retorts through a chuckle. Mingyu just pushed him and then started to gather the rest of his things. “Whatever, I’ll see you then bro. Get home safely.” He yells to Dk as he heads out the locker room.

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“Yea a dinner reservation for two, I called two days ahead.” Seungcheol says to the woman at the front desk. She nods her head without looking up at him. “Name please.” She says whilst typing frantically. “Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol.” He shifts from foot to foot. “The lady looks up at the mention of his name and stares in awe.

“Oh yes Mr. Choi, I’m so sorry uh, right this way.” She says stepping out from behind the desk. She leads him past a huge dining room area and into a more secluded section of the restaurant. “Here you are.” She gestures to a chair for him to sit in.

“A waiter should be right with you soon, again I’m so sorry.” She apologizes before walking away.

A good 15 minutes goes by before he decides to call you. God I hope she didn’t flake on me. I definitely wouldn’t blame her though. Please don’t flake on me. He grabs his phone from his pocket and calls Mingyu.

Seungcheol- “Dude it’s been 15 minutes. What if she doesn’t show up?”

Mingyu- “Give her time Cheol, she just may be running late.”

As Mingyu spoke, he sees you. The woman from earlier is with you. For some reason though, he can’t move. To say you look amazing is an understatement, ethereal if he should name it. Your wavy hair was off to the side with a clip holding some hair up on your left side. You were wearing a long black dress with a slit that revealed your bare leg.

He sees you thank the woman and walk towards the table. “Uhhh I’ll call you back Gyu.” As you get closer he can see you’re wearing the anklet he got for you a couple years back. No way she still has it. Small hearts hung on different parts it. He saw you point it out at a store once and got it for you as a present. “Sorry to keeping you waiting.” You say as you get closer.

Seungcheol quickly stands up and pulls your chair out. “No it’s ok, I was a little early anyways.” You scoot your chair in as he takes his seat again. A waitress then walks towards your table with two menus.

After explaining the specials, the waitress pulls out a note pad. “Could I start you off with something to drink? Wine maybe?” Seungcheol looks up at you and instantly lock eyes. God she’s beautiful. “Uh two glasses of Chardonnay please.” He’s says not breaking eye contact. “Yes sir.” The woman nods a walks off.

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“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that.” Seungcheol laughed covering his mouth. It seemed to be going well with you guys. You’ve been enjoying yourself and Cheol looks rather happy. “It’s hard not to remember. How could you possibly mix shampoo up with Nair.” You chuckle while taking a sip of your drink. “Be thankful you caught on before you used too much. The laughter dies a little as you take in each other’s company.

You’re both quiet now, finishing your food. “I missed you y/n.” Seungcheol says breaking the silence. I miss you too, so much. You say to yourself. “I hate how things ended with us,” he continues, we both did things that were wrong but that doesn’t mean-“ his sentence was cut short.

Both?! What the fuck did I do? “Wait both? What did I do exactly?” You question staring at him deeply. How could he say that? He’s the one who cheated. “You pushed me away.” Is he serious? “Uh yea after you cheated on me with your coworker.” He sighed and turned his head away. “Fuck I’m sorry Y/n really. I wish I could take it back but I just can’t.”

He turns his head back to you and makes eye contact. You quickly look away. Tears are welling up in your eyes, why? Memories of your times together flood your mind. Fuck why couldn’t it just be the way it used to be. “Why didn’t you say something to me when it first started Cheol? Why didn’t you cut it short when it first started?” You blurt out loudly.

“We were happy Seungcheol. Everything was so perfect.” You wipe your eyes and brush your hair behind your ear. Get yourself together Y/n, it’s in the past. He reaches out and grabs your hand. “I hate myself for how I handled the whole situation. I should’ve said something earlier.” He had tears in his eyes. There was vivid remorse behind them but you just couldn’t shake your own feelings away.

“Hello, is there anything else I could get you tonight?” You didn’t even hear the waitress approach the table. “Uh no just the check.” Cheol exclaimed giving her a slight smile. “You ready to go?” You nod your and began to gather your things. After paying the bill, you both walk outside as the valet brings his car around.

It was a long and quiet ride back to your house. Once he pulls up, he puts the car in park and looks over at you. “I love you Y/n. I’ve never stopped loving you.” He reaches over and grabs your hand. You jump at his sudden action. It’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch.

“I’m sorry Seungcheol, I love you but not in that way anymore,” you began, “I just can’t forgive you for hurting me.” You pull your hand away and began to open the door. Just then Seungcheol reaches and grabs your arm. “Y/n please. I’m sorry.” You can see him welling up. “Please just let me explain.” I can’t watch this. “I’m sorry Cheol.” You quickly step out and run inside your house.

I’m so sorry.

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“Dude that was like five tops, come on just five more.” Mingyu says to Dk. He breathes out deeply and pushes through the rest of the set. “Fuck Mingyu that was like twenty pounds over my normal weight.” He says after putting the bar back in its place. “Oh suck it up Dk, you made it didn’t you?” They grab their things and head towards the locker room.

Dk grabs the seat closest to his locker and opens his water for a drink. “I should’ve let that bar fall on top of you last month.” He says playfully rolling his eyes. Mingyu laughs and grabs his towel from his locker. “Yea whatever, you love having me as a friend.” Just then Mingyu gets a call on his phone. It’s Seungcheol.

Mingyu- “Hey bro, how you been holding up?”

Seungcheol- “I can’t take it bro. I’m lost without her.”

Mingyu- “You’ve been doing so much better Cheol, why relapse now?”

Seungcheol- “I can’t stop thinking about our date last week. I just feel like we were almost there. Could you just come over for a bit?”

Mingyu- “Alright Cheol, I’ll be there soon.”

Dk blinks rapidly and runs his fingers through his hair. Did he say Cheol, as in Seungcheol? What are the odds? “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop but did you say Cheol?” Dk asks reluctantly. Mingyu nods his head. “Yea sorry about that. It was just my friend Seungcheol.” Dk chuckles slightly. “As in Choi Seungcheol?”

Mingyu ruffles his eyebrows and takes a seat next to him. “Do you know him or something?” Dk just shrugs and turns his body towards him. “Well if it’s the Seungcheol I’m thinking about, he used to date my bestfriend Y/n.” Mingyu raises his eyebrows and quickly nods his head.

“I know he’s your friend and all,” Dk began, “but he’s a piece of shit.” He says standing up to grab his bag. Mingyu sighs deeply. He doesn’t blame Dk for how he feels. “There’s something you should know, something you and Y/n should know.” Dk looks down at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Please continue.”

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It’s been a little over a week now, why can’t I stop thinking about him. You shake your head and sit up in your bed. You loved him, more than words can explain. Why Cheol?

Just then you hear your doorbell ring. You look at the camera app on your phone and smile instantly at Dk’s face. He’s uncomfortably close to the lens. “I know you can see me Y/n, come open the door. You chuckle to yourself and run downstairs to open your door.

“I have Moscato.” He smiles brightly and shakes the bottle as he walks in. “You been alright best?” He asks grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. You sigh deeply and brush your hair behind your hair. “You ever wish you could go back in time and change some things about your life?” You ask him as he pours your drink.

“I think all my decisions have led me to where I am now, so to answer your question babe, no.” You sigh deeply and finish your drink in a head toss. “I can’t stop thinking about him Dokyeomie,” you start, “I loved him and he just threw it all away.” Dk sighs to himself and looks away. He’s contemplating over whether he should tell you this or not.

“Best I have to tell you something.” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the living room. “Sit here, and drink this.” He refills your glass and sits back. “You’re scaring me Dk, what’s wrong?” You question as you take a sip. He takes a deep breathe and grabs your hand.

“He never wanted to hurt your feelings,” he continues after a short pause, “it wasn’t his fault.” You’re taken aback by his words. You quickly snatch away and stand up. “Why are you defending him Seokmin, I’m your best friend not him. HE CHEATED ON ME.” You yell through welling tears. How could he sit here and defend him to you.

“Y/n please just listen to me.” He begs, gesturing for you to sit back down. “NO, after all I’ve been through emotionally, are you really gonna sit here in my face and defend his actions, are you serious right now? HOW COULD-“ Your words were cut short. “HE WAS DRUGGED Y/N!”

There was a long silence.

What the fuck. What? How? “W-What? How do you know? Who told you that?” You sit down and take a deep breath. “Remember that guy I told you about last month? Well that Gyu, is Mingyu, Seungcheol’s best friend and secretary.” You stare at him blankly. There’s no words. “He overheard Seungcheol and that chick Nayeon having a conversation a while ago. She admitted to drugging him that night. She set him up Y/n, it wasn’t his fault.”

I hate you. Fuck you Seungcheol. I hope it was worth it. Your past words create a heart wrenching ache in your chest. Drugged? “Oh Dk what did I do?” You hate yourself. You blamed him for so long. “I told him I hated him Dk, I fucking hit him. What kind of a bitch am I?” Dk grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug just as tears began to pour down your face.

You can’t help but feel a sense of guilt. Why didn’t I just listen to my gut. He would’ve never intentionally hurt me like that. “You know you could call him Y/n, it’s never too late.” Dk says cutting you from your thoughts. He hates me. I would hate me. He would never take me back. Not after I turned him down and ran out on him last week.

“I can’t do that Dk. I’ve hurt him. Multiple times.” You cry loudly into his shoulder. What am I gonna do?

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It’s been two weeks since your date. “I love you Cheollie, I can’t wait to see you again.” Seungcheol lays on the bed and listens to an old message you’ve sent him a couple years back.“I love you Cheollie, I can’t-.” The message repeats again but is cut short by his battery alert. He leans forward but bumps the table dropping his phone.

His hand then accidentally clicks the trash can symbol at the bottom of the screen.

“Fuck what did I do?” He says trying to restore the recording. “FUCK!” He tosses his phone across the room. It’s always gonna be my word against yours. No one is gonna believe you Cheol. Her words played like a broken record in his head. He hated her. He hated her for coming between the two of you. Most of all he hated himself for ever being nice to her.

He looks over at his now empty liquor cabinet. He quit drinking recently, for you. He wanted to get better for you. Now there’s no point. You aren’t here and you won’t be coming back. *Sigh*. He grabs his jacket and keys and head for the door. He can hear the pounding rain from outside the door but he doesn’t care right now. He unlocks the door and swings it open with his head down.

Fuck it I need drink. I have to stop thinking about- “You?”

“Hi Cheol.”

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<A/N> Let me know what y’all think about it please and thank you. I know it’s long over do but this is just a little something for now.

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Smell You Later- Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!S.Coups x Slytherin Quidditch Captain!Reader (Gender Neutral)

What are the odds one Potions class could shake things up between two house Quidditch captains?

Word Count: 4996 | Rivals to Lovers, Hogwarts AU (sortings/headcanons for each member here) | Warnings: You go through some physical strife a bit at one point, but it’s not violent, you’re just really winded & stuff. Wandless magic is canonically very difficult stuff 🤕 also some swears 😅

Tagging @belladaises on request- feel free to join the taglist for Hogwarts AUs too or anything 🥰

Practice was over.

Rough day chasing, too, because half your Beater duo was so eager to send it flying you were having to spend the game with your portion of Slytherin reminding them you wouldn’t actually be playing against maniacs.

“Until you’re up against Gryffindor-have you seen Soonyoung?”

A fair point from Hogwarts’s Quidditch commentator, a Hufflepuff named Seungkwan who was friends with a couple of your teammates, who’d decided to watch you guys play.

“He’s even worse than Jeonghan.”

“Hey,” your exuberant Beater exclaimed, “I’m just doing my job! And besides, they’re indebted to me for convincing the referee we were tied even though they clearly shot three points!”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t Slytherin for no reason,” Seungkwan shot back.

“Oi, enough out of you,” you swooped in closer to the Hufflepuff as you landed, shaking some sweat from your hair, “you said you were rooting for us!”

“Well yeah, only because a ton of my friends are in Slytherin and I don’t want to give Soonyoung the satisfaction.”

“Well, then you should be happy that we’re going to crush him.”

“Once you get that one play down.”

“Once we get this one play down,” you repeated with a small grimace.

The sun was beating down, school having just returned to session from summer, so you went to the pitch’s well to scoop yourself up a drink. As you gulped down the refreshing coolness, flicking away the remains that trickled down your chin and dripping a bit down the front of your heavy green Quidditch robes, you heard Jeonghan’s slightly raised voice.

“Quit doing that, you’re lions, not tigers!”

Such a quip could only mean one thing: Gryffindor had entered the pitch. Sure enough, as you turned around your eyes were met with an array of heavy robes just like yours, but red and gold replaced your-more elegant, in your opinion- green and silver. They all had their brooms in hand, of course, and were led by Choi Seungcheol.

Gryffindor’s Keeper and captain, leader of the team rivaling the one you spearheaded. He smiled, eyes sparkling mischievously, when his gaze met yours.

“What’s this I hear about a difficult play? That’s probably the one we mastered last week, huh guys?”

You smiled and shook your head in disbelief. No ill will toward Gryffindor- in fact, two of your friends played on the team and half your mates were buddies with Soonyoung and Seungcheol- but they still got under your skin, especially the captain. Just one look at his smug face and you were ready to crush him. Competition was competition, after all, and pride ran high in both your houses.

“No, we already learned how to hit a ball in First Year,” you shot back with a nod at the Beaters, “but it’s nice to see Soonyoung almost has it down.”

“Has Jeonghan stopped hitting his own teammates?” The tiger lover in question asked you, shading his grin with a gloved hand.

“He’s never actually hit us before,” Joshua, your Keeper, countered, “so that’s one thing you two have in common.”

For that one, you reached up and gave Joshua a high-five so coordinated you never even turned to look at each other. Suddenly, the sun didn’t seem so stifling, your energy less depleted and practice less feckless. You had a battle to fight.

“Is that the play you practiced, (y/n)?” Seungcheol asked, inclining his head in the general direction of where the high-five occurred.

“No, we’re just that in sync,” you replied, “aren’t we, Joshua?” Your teammate hummed in response, bringing a smile to your face. “Jealous?”

“You wish,” Seungcheol replied with another smirk and shake of his head, “you guys done with the pitch for the day?”

“Yeah,” you replied, banter over for the afternoon, “go for it. Get ready: first match is us.”

“Don’t I know it,” he said, and with that he waved the rest of Gryffindor forward, striding past you as you left- well, all of you but Seungkwan, who watched pretty much every practice due to his diverse friend group, “it’ll be legendary as always, especially when we win.”

“Smell you later,” Chan, your Seeker, called out as your teams pass each other.

Your hand hit your forehead. “Chan, that was immature.”

The Gryffindors snickered and, knowing Chan, Seungcheol full-on laughed. Guy had a nice laugh, but there was no appreciating the sound made at your expense.

“I didn’t know you were letting First Years join the team, (y/n),” he commented.

After they passed, you shook your head and hissed to Chan, “You know what, I’m with him on that one. You need to work on your smack talk.”

“They do smell, though,” Chan protested, wrinkling his nose and crossing his arms as best as he could with a broomstick in hand, “haven’t you noticed Seungcheol almost always smells like glove leather even off the pitch? That’s why he tries to cover it up with that dumb cologne.”

“No,” you answer, “I can’t say I’ve ever thought that hard about what Seungcheol smells like, but hey, you do you, man. Whatever floats your boat.”

Chan spluttered defenses that had you and the rest of Slytherin laughing as you hung your broomsticks and threw your outer sporting robes in your lockers.

Whizzing narrowly past a Bludger, you waved a finger and charmed a spark to catch Jeonghan’s attention, taking a few deep breaths and putting all your energy into steadying yourself afterward. It was the one bit of wandless you could do, and boy did it knock the wind out of you, but having a silent signaling system worked wonders for your team. And as dedicated to beating Gryffindor as you were, that possibility and the guarantee of their shocked looks was worth feeling like you’d been punched in the gut for a minute. The wind whipping in your ear suddenly seemed twice as loud.

Huffing, you banked hard, eyes on the Quaffle, this time dodging the Bludger that Jeonghan sent back towards your opponents and straight into Soonyoung’s flight pattern, sending the energetic boy swerving as you landed a score past him.

“Nice one!”

“Lucky shot!” Soonyoung complained, flying past you with his tongue sticking out. Who was acting like a First Year again?

“Oh-ho! I don’t know what that light-up thing was all about, but it looks like Soonyoung didn’t either!” Seungkwan caught his friend’s glare, smiled and waved at him, then continued at the big round mic. “And despite that weird bank of (y/n)’s, Slytherin scores again!”

“Hey, whose side are you on?” You called to your friend, who flapped his black and yellow scarf at you.

“Hufflepuff,” he replied into the mic, earning a chastising “Focus” from the nearest professor, who was obviously not a Hufflepuff.

As you flew on, though, the feeling of doubled-over exhaustion wasn’t leaving your body. Maybe practicing the signal play every day was pushing you too far. Heaving another deep breath, you fought on, almost getting hit twice but never letting the lions get the best of you. In the end, you won the game, but your voice was barely strong enough to cheer, even as you masked it with the wide smile nothing would fight.

As soon as your team got off the pitch you let yourself go, stumbling and clutching your chest, barely making it to the bench in the locker room. The rest of your team milled around you, Chan shaking you and asking if you were ok and Joshua taking your hand, telling you to never try that move again if it hurt you.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, “just drained is all. I may lay down for a bit.”

“Get water! Get water!” You heard Jeonghan and Amir, another Chaser, calling out as Chan left the room for some before your eyelids fluttered shut, your body falling to lay on your side.

“Hey, what’s all the commotion?”

“(y/n) isn’t feeling good, so we’re getting water,” Joshua answers, hand still clutching yours.

Your eyelids had fluttered open at the new voices in the room, vision revealing lights too bright for your headache as well as Seungcheol and Soonyoung, who surely heard their friends’ concern.

“You fool,” Seuncheol tuts, not unkindly despite the insult, “wandless magic isn’t something even most adult witches and wizards attempt. All that for a game?”

“I…beat you, didn’t I?” You croaked, lips curving a bit into a faint smile.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Here.” Reaching into the satchel he always took up after a game, he extended a hand to you, fingers curled around a dark green bottle.

“Are you…trying to poison me?”

“Enough jokes,” he said firmly, smile fading as his gloved hand took the bottle’s metal-topped stopper out, “Drink this. Please.”

Joshua helped you into a seated position, taking the potion for you and holding it to your mouth. The draught tasted kind of minty, kind of tree-barky, and kind of like too-long-brewed coffee, but your headache was gone seconds later, strength flowing back into your limbs.

“Wiggenweld,” Seungcheol told you with a nod to the tiny, now-empty glass bottle Joshua handed him, “you feel better, right?”

You’d never seen him look at you with legitimate concern like that before, no smirk, just a softening of his features as his brown eyes bore into yours, brows creasing slightly as your silence lengthened. You opened your mouth, closed it again as his hand hit your shoulder, heavy and hot in its well-played-in leather glove, yet a welcome pressure.

“Come on. What’s going on?”

You shook your head, sitting up and shaking his hand off your shoulder. “Yeah, I do feel better. Thanks. Surprised you wasted a potion like that on a Slytherin.”

“A player in need is a player in need,” Seungcheol replied simply, shrugging and shaking his hair back into place as he stood back up from leaning over you.

Palming the hard bench seat, you rose to your feet, too, potion’s effects dulling your exhaustion so much you almost wondered why you were laying down in the first place.

“I’d hope you’d do the same for me,” Seungcheol continued, “though it looks like your team hasn’t figured out to keep medical supplies present.”

“That’s what Madame Pomfrey’s for,” you countered even though he had a point and, to his credit, really did care for his team, “but yeah, I’d sure think about it.”

He smiled at you, shaking his head in exasperation. “Best I can expect from a snake, huh? Well, good game, (y/n). Nice fakeout bank you did out there.” He extended a gloved hand.

Your newly bared palm stuck to the leather unpleasantly, but you still shook his hand. One thing you could say about Seungcheol, he was a hell of a Quidditch player. “Thank you. I practiced that one forever.”

“You were almost passing out and we both know it.”

“Alright, moment successfully ruined, thanks. Now get out, I gotta change,” you shooed your fellow team captain out of the locker room with a look of amusement.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled as you disappeared into a stall, bootsteps echoing in the stone room.

“I already said thank you!” You called back as you started removing your outer coat. “Are you adding greed to all the bravery and chivalry crap you guys tout?”

“Yeah,” he snorted, “they’re adding it at the same time as they put ‘foolhardy’ on the Slytherin crest.”

“Fools for the game!”

You heard him give that laugh of his. No more banter this time, though. “You’re funny.” And with that, he was back out into the pitch sun, heading for his own locker room, no doubt.

You were funny? Funny like stupid or funny like ha ha? How were you supposed to take that? Maybe it was supposed to be vague. Well, whatever. It’s not like you’d dwell on it.

“Wow, I heard you saved the Slytherin captain’s life, huh?”

You snorted. She didn’t even know your name, just that Seungcheol tossed you a potion after the game. Apparently your little stunt was giving Gryffindor some publicity too, at least in Rhea’s eyes.

“Whoa, is she putting the moves on Seungcheol?” Chan gaped at the girl who corned Gryffindor’s captain, gaze drifting up and down as he gave a short reply about how he just gave you what you needed, no crazy rumors necessary. You appreciated that, especially when you had seen his pride at work. That was a game face just like yours. “That’s crazy, she just dumped Matthew Kim, like, two days ago- does she only date within the Gryffindor team?”

Rolling your eyes at the way she put her hand on his shoulder and snorting as he politely brushed it off, you shrugged and replied, “Well, good luck to her. Bro code, not to mention she’s not his type.”

Chan’s eyes bugged as he glanced between you and her. “What do you mean? She’s gorgeous! I wouldn’t mind if she tried Slytheri-”

You held up a hand for him to stop, grimacing. “Yeah, I’ll just stop you right there. I just mean Seungcheol likes someone who looks out for others and cares for them- that’s his type, not some self-serving rebounding-”

“Whoa, whoa, ok, point taken, red flags,” Chan shot back, hands raised in defense, “how do you know Seungcheol’s type though?”

“I’ve heard him say it,” you shrugged again, book bag jostling at your side, “I could tell you Seungkwan’s type too.”

“Yeah,” Chan agreed, hands sliding into his pockets, “who doesn’t know Seungkwan’s type? He’s even more of a hopeless romantic than Soonyoung.”

You spluttered out a laugh at that as you made your way to your house dungeon’s stairs, glancing one more time at Rhea, who was walking away from Seungcheol with the pout and crossed arms of a girl unsuccessful, with a smirk of amusement. That’s what she got for just calling you ‘the Slytherin captain’- you’d fought hard putting Gryffindor through hell to make sure Seungcheol remembered your name and never forgot it.

Rhea could never.

She didn’t care about him. She wasn’t, what was it, funny?

Oh, shit. Shit. You were late for Potions with Gryffindor of all classes; Snape was going to kill you. Ok, maybe not kill you since you were in his house, but he’d make some snide remark and may have you stay after to clean up, which would send a wave of lateness through your day that may not look great to blame on a professor. But taking the fall would annoy you on principle because you may not have had to deal with that if Snape had just let you go with some points off, which you could only pray he did.

All that because of a stained house scarf and a forgotten spell. Jeez, you felt like an idiot.

Luckily for your pride, Snape wasn’t in the main Potions room when you got in, but you had to take the last empty space on a Gryffindor-Slytherin split, next to Jeonghan luckily but equally unfortunately across from Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

The room was dim as always, lit only by torches and cauldron fire like the creepy dungeon it was, and it smelled odd, too. Something else snaked over the room’s usual musty smell, something less dank and far more overpowering. At first, there was a waft of your favorite baked good amidst the smells of Quidditch pitch grass, must, and flame, then… cologne.

Oh, Merlin’s beard, that was strong. It had to be someone at your table, right? And there was no way it was Jeonghan, despite him being right next to you. He never wore musky stuff like that- he was a floral guy and you knew it. Seungcheol or Soonyoung then.

Wait, didn’t Chan just say something about the captain’s cologne last week? Something about it covering up the leather stink. Speaking of leather stink, oh man…

“Wow, Chan was right, Seungcheol,” you teased your rival captain, “you do smell like sweaty leather.”

“(y/n),” Jeonghan’s voice came at your side.

You just shrugged, giving him a breezy smile. All the Gryffindors and Slytherins knew you were joking more than anything. Heck, your Seeker and their Beater ran the dance club together! They’d said worse things than that before- Soonyoung once called Joshua a Frog Face despite that not being true at all. Speaking of Soonyoung, he gave his captain a funny look, brows furrowing, then raising as he gave him side eyes. Seungcheol barely spared him a glance, eyes focused straight on you. Ha.

“And you think you have enough cologne on over it? I think maybe Chan was right.”

“(y/n)?” Jeonghan again, this time with a questioning tone, his leg reaching out to kick yours gently under the table.

You ignored him, eyes squarely on Seungcheol, who still hadn’t come up with a rebuttal. Instead, he just…leaned back in his chair with a little smile, eyes falling from you. Soonyoung looked pretty happy, too, but he was looking you in the eye.

“What?” You asked him.

“Snape had to get some supplies, but he had us write this down in our notes about his potion. That one over there.” Nodding towards the cauldron on the flame, its open surface coated with a gorgeous iridescent sheen with shifting colors you wanted to stare at, Soonyoung flapped a piece of parchment in your face, breaking the shining effect.

The parchment read: Amortentia. Strongest known love potion. Distinct mother-of-pearl sheen and infatuating effects. It smells unique to its beholder, reminding them of their favorite things as well as the object of their affection.

“Seungcheol isn’t wearing any cologne today. I saw him getting ready right next to me,” the Gryffindor added smugly.

Was he really trying to say you liked Seungcheol? Sure, you respected his leadership even if you gave him a hard time for it, and sure, you’d always enjoyed keeping up the banter and had the most fun playing his team, and sure, you never saw him the same since that day he gave you that healing essence, looking at you with such care and laughing that laugh of his as he left, calling you funny, which stuck in your head because what did that mean-

Shit. Ok, be cool, be cool. Lie. “Well,” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your stool and inhaling that cursed intoxicating air, “that obviously doesn’t apply to me, so someone else must have the same one.”

Best you could do. Glancing back to Seungcheol, though, you saw the last thing you would have expected. His expression fell from a smile to something softer, sadder? Something swam in those dark eyes you’d never seen before.

“W-would that really be so bad?” He asked quietly, wringing his hands atop the heavy wooden table, “I…kind of thought we had something.”

“Oooooh!”

“Soonyoung, not now,” Jeonghan waved a hand across the table in front of his face.

“All the back and forth was really fun, I guess I thought we were flirting?” He looked truly surprised, clueless, almost sweetly innocent, like a kid on the playground falling off the swings for the first time. Maybe you two had been acting like kids.

For what felt like the first time in your life, you could not come up with a comeback for the life of you. As your lips parted, working faster than your brain, which seemed to have slowed considerably the moment Seungcheol looked back up, staring into your eyes once more…

“Here are the last ingredients. Class will begin.”

…in walked, or more like floated with those robes of his, Professor Snape, who waved your heads immediately up at him and back down into your lesson on how to brew the potion that had sent your metaphorical foot careening so violently into your mouth.

Or so you couldn’t help but think as you worked, Jeonghan trying his best to help you and even calling over your friend and housemate Mingyu while you spent half the time stealing glances at Seungcheol. Soonyoung whispered something to him. He glanced at you, met your eyes, smiled a bit awkwardly, then wider when you ventured a wave. Seriously, what was wrong with you- what were you guys, eight?

Where was that bravado that was so easy to hide behind? God, you wished you were back on the pitch. Everything made sense fifty feet in the air with a broomstick in hand. Then, your body was in the clouds, not your mind.

“N- Need help crushing the pearls?” Seungcheol’s voice cut into your reverie as he leaned across the table toward you. “I know that’s one of the hardest parts,” he says to you.

“What, because you’re so buff?” Teasing was just easier, though it may not have been the best choice, as he leaned a bit back again, looking rejected. “No,” you hastily amended, “that was a compliment! Like, being buff is a good thing? Unless that wasn’t what you were going for, then stop working out I guess?” Laughing nervously, you mentally kicked yourself. Apparently you really did only know how to speak to Seungcheol in banter.

“Oh,” he responded dumbly, running a hand through his hair as he reached gently for the pearls at your station, “you think I’m… thanks.” This time it was his turn to laugh nervously. “I didn’t know you were looking.”

Neither did I, you wanted to say.

Scurrying out of Potions was an action surprisingly motivated more by Snape than by your fellow Quidditch captain, who shot out of the dark room just as fast as your punishment avoidance. Neither of you moved half as fast to head to your next class, though.

Seungcheol met you right around the corner from the steps back up into the castle, wetting his lips nervously as he stood to face you. “Hey, I- I’m really sorry if Soonyoung put you on the spot, but I really do need to know if you’re comfortable saying. Mine… My, er, my Amortentia, if you will, it smelled like you. It was broomstick straw, my favorite ice cream from Fortescue’s, and the scent you wear. I catch it every time you pass me on the pitch, but I never told you how nice I thought it was because I thought we weren’t doing that in front of the guys.”

You were his Amortentia?

At this point, at the way he looked at you- and how could you never have realized what all those smirks did to you, how the feeling of Seungcheol’s eyes on you was all you were looking for, how possessive you felt when anyone else showed interest in him and yet more satisfied still when they got rejected- it was a fight to keep a borderline hysterical burst of laughter from bubbling up. As was your wont, your mouth worked faster than your brain, articulating the first thoughts that rose to your swimming head. “Dude, if you really thought all that was going on, why didn’t you ever just kiss me?”

Seungcheol took a step closer to you, eyes drifting slightly down and back up, expression still uncertain even as you were practically backed against the castle’s stone wall. “Do you want me to?” He asked.

“Why would I say that if I didn’t want you to?”

“You are very hard to read!” He shot back, hands raising in defense, though the remainder of his posture stayed the same, not a single step taken from its proximity to you.

“Well, if I’m so hard to read, fine.” And with that, you stepped forward away from the wall completely, ignoring the weight of your book bag swinging into your side as you took his face in your hands, barely pausing to appreciate the warmth meeting your palms before you pulled his lips into yours.

He responded immediately, one hand wrapping around your waist as his lips worked. It surprised you how sweet of a kisser he was, every motion gentle, reverent, loving? Whatever it was, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft with just the faintest bit of wind chap you were sure you had too from all your time on a broomstick. And for all your talk of banter and tension, all you could feel as Seungcheol held you there like thatwas right. For the first time, you forgot to compete, just reveling in the feeling of his warmth around you. And then as you pulled away, he gripped you tighter still, a wide but tentative smile on your face. You just nodded.

“Yeah, I felt it too.”

“I didn’t say anything yet.”

“Well,” your eyelashes fluttered as you leaned in towards him again, “I may be hard to read, but I guess I have you figured out.”

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned forward a bit too, just to bump his forehead against yours. “Well, you need some chapstick.”

“So do you,” you shot back, giving him a playful shove.

Banter just worked for you guys. “Well, guess if we’re going to keep on like this, someone has to buy some.”

“Rock paper scissors. Loser buys the chapstick?”

He chuckled, then that competitive smirk you’d come to love returned. “You’re on.”

He threw scissors, you threw rock. Pumping your fist, you exclaimed “Yes! Ha, take that! I knew a Gryffindor would throw a weapon!”

“But did you know he’d do this?”

And there you were, back locked in another kiss. This time though, he pulled apart first, eyes wide. “Oh, wait, shit, we’re going to be late for class.”

You arched a brow. “You stopped kissing me for that?”

“It’s Herbology, I have to go all the way to the greenhouse.”

You stuck your tongue out. “Sucks to be you, I have Divination with Hufflepuff, so all I have to do is climb up.”

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” Seungcheol waved a hand, finally walking away, though his eyes stayed on you, winking, “smell you later.”

“Yeah,” you just agreed, shaking your head just as incredulously as it was fondly, “I guess so. You’re lucky I don’t mind the leather.”

“I can’t believe Amir is stepping down from the team!” Joshua lamented.

“I know,” you replied, arms crossed, “but I understand. He messed up his shoulder pretty bad, so I wouldn’t ask him to keep on. At least we get some young blood on the team, right?”

“Right. I think our new player shows promise, too” Joshua replies, gaze leaving you to travel across the pitch, where the new girl, a Fourth Year Slytherin named Jess, chatted with Chan.

You roll your eyes at your Seeker’s emphatic, expressive motions. Even for a dancer you could tell he was being dramatic, especially with the proud kid look on his face. “I better go see what they’re talking about, though,” you tell him, shouldering your broomstick and crossing the pitch grass.

“What’s he telling you?” You called to Jess, sauntering over. “Don’t let him scare you off.”

She shook her head, blonde hair falling into her eyes and back out. “No, he was actually telling me about all the times we’ve beat Gryffindor’s arses,” she answered in her thick brogue, “and how you ‘n’ the Gryffindor captain are always goin’ head to head!”

Biting back a more like mouth to mouth joke, you simply replied, “Maybe sometimes, but it’s all in good fun. Seungcheol’s a great leader; I respect him.”

Her blue eyes widened in awe before blinking back the day’s warm sun. “I thought you two hated each other?”

“No,” Chan interjected, singsonging, “I told you! They looooove each other!”

Hand on her hip, Jess just side-eyed him. “Very funny, of course they don-”

“Still not done with the pitch, babe?”

Your body swiveled immediately at the familiar voice, eyes laying on Seungcheol, who strode up to you as he shrugged his crimson jacket on. As if instinct, you jogged right over, boots crunching on the grass as you bounced into his side, crashing into him for a messy side hug that he pulled you further into. That day, he had worn his cologne, a scent now beyond familiar to you especially when he bugged you, then you jokingly blamed it for having to deal with him.

“Leave us alone, we have a new recruit,” you whined into his shoulder, motioning to Jess with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around him.

“Don’t blame her when your maneuvers go wrong.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you wish you had her.”

“We can’t steal another house’s players. Otherwise we would’ve stolen you already,” Seungcheol remarked, glancing down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Hey,” Chan butt in, looking up from re-lacing his boots, “not me?”

“Sorry, (y/n) is the only one up to our beauty standards.”

“How’d you get in, then?” Chan muttered.

“Hey!” Both you and Seungcheol exclaimed.

Jess, for her part, had deer-in-the-headlights eyes as her had bounced between you three like it was a table tennis match.

“Too mean,” you admonished your Seeker, “unsportsmanlike conduct.”

“You said I needed to work on my trash talk,” he pouted.

“Yeah, tell him he can’t get his Beaters in control, don’t insult his appearance when you’re clearly jealous.”

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, pausing for a heartbeat, “and thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, babe. Also, don’t think we won’t still wipe the floor with you on Friday,” you reminded him with a sarcastic bat of your eyelashes.

“You’ll be nothing but a pebble beneath our feet,” he replied with a bright smile.

“All right, all right, go throw your stuff in your locker, we’re almost done,” you swatted him away as if you hadn’t been the one to grab him.

“Ok. This isn’t over.”

“I know it’s not.”

His face softened again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“See, you may think I’m bad at smack talk, but my insult did that,” Chan pointed out as Jess gaped.

For that, he got a high-five from Seungcheol and a friendly arm punch from you.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #s.coups #s.coups x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #hogwarts au

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wongyuuu · 2 months

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seventeen as brazilian words

a/n: there are some brazilian words that have no direct translation in english and the translation doesn't actually capture the essence of the word, what we mean when we say it. something to know is that brazil is huge so maybe a word means something to me, here in rio, but it might mean something else to someone somewhere else in the country.

• seungcheol ➝ cafuné ↳ the translation would be “to pet someone's head”, “to caress one's hair”. It doesn't have the same ring to it, it's not as pretty, it’s not as poetic if you may. now tell me if you can’t see this man with his head on your tights as you cafuné him, or you’re in bed and he pulls your hand to his head because there's no way he's going to sleep without his cafuné

• jeonghan ➝ trambiqueiro ↳ this one has possible direct translations but none of them do the word justice. the translation would be a hoaxer, trickster, a bluffer. and sure, those are fine but jeonghan is a trambiqueiro, doing trambiques whenever he can, just because he can and he never apologizes for it

• joshua ➝ lábia ↳ a good translation would be persuasive, but it’s not the same though. he is a sweet talker, you’re laughing and having fun and he is nice and charming and next thing you know you’re naked in his bed (a common topic here, as you’ll see)

• jun ➝ xodó ↳ it’s like baby, sweetheart but also the feeling of being close to someone, kind of in love, when everything is sort of hazy, hugging and kissing. it can also mean favorite as well. jun is your xodó, who you love and kiss and cherish

• soonyoung ➝ borogodó ↳ it’s like irresistible, again, a sweet talker. and people can go, oh but he is shy, trust me if he puts his mind to it, dude can make anyone do anything. it’s like saying to a friend to be careful because that guy has borogodó.

• wonwoo ➝ desbundado ↳ i laughed while writing this one because it can mean two things: 1) when someone is sort of lost with what’s happening, or when someone gets kind of shocked but not as bad?; 2) someone without ass. and i’m sorry to say this, but wonwoo has no ass, he is a desbundado

• jihoon ➝ saudade ↳ this is such a basic one, it’s like to miss someone or something. i just feel like jihoon has this sort of aura or something that screams saudade, like there’s something that he is longing for? idk

• seokmin ➝ malandro ↳ could be mischievous or cunning, but here is someone like joshua, you’re like “oh this guy is so much fun, he doesn't take himself seriously”, next thing you know you’re letting him do unspeakable things to you and you’re loving it

• mingyu ➝ malemolencia ↳ the best way i can describe this is swag but it doesn't even come close to what it means. it’s like he knows he’s all that and he works it in his favor and it’s attractive in so many ways. if you have ever seen a carioca (someone born in rio) who finds himself hot, and good looking and sexy you’ll know what i mean. it’s a sort of behaviour and it’s intoxicating in the best way possible. cariocas are dangerous

• minghao ➝ capricho ↳ it can mean something frivolous and it can be something done on a whim, but also someone who can be very mindful of what he’s doing, someone who’s diligent and if there’s something minghao is is diligent

• vernon ➝ tabacudo ↳ recently i’ve learned a new meaning to this word, and it’s like a little crazy and weird and you never really know what to expect from him, his jokes are kind of dumb and niche and sometimes you’re like, wtf

• seungkwan ➝ abestalhado ↳ it can be someone kind of dumb, who can make a lot of mistakes, who can be sort of a fool but cute

• chan ➝ dengo ↳ it’s very similar to xodó, but to me, it’s sweater, tooth-rotting sweetness. don’t get me wrong, chan is not just a sweet guy, but a dengo can lead to soooo much more

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fairyhaos · 1 month

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how seventeen react to their s/o's baby photos

notes: ive been choosing baby photos for our school yearbook cz it's the end of the year and it had me thinking.... what if i made this a svt hc??

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seungcheol, jeonghan, hoshi

eyes are positively gleaming at the chance to see your embarrassing moments when your parents bring up ur baby photos when he's visiting one day. he is so very ready to make fun of you for how ridiculous you looked as a baby. only, that all gets forgotten when he's shown the first picture and his jaw drops open because???? you were so cute wtf????? how is this even possible omg you were the cutest baby he's ever seen. all thoughts of blackmail are gone from his head. he's just in awe over how you've stayed so CUTE over the years

joshua, woozi, vernon, chan

finds you absolutely adorable no matter what. every picture that gets placed in front of him, he's instantly smiling and pointing out your chubby cheeks and saying that you're the cutest little bean he's ever laid his eyes on. you could be screaming and throwing the biggest tantrum in the photo and he'll still giggle and say you're soooo so adorable. is he ridiculously, horribly in love with you? yeah. and he knows it. doesn't stop him from steadfastly believing you were the cutest baby ever tho

junhui, dokyeom, mingyu

giggles at all your demented baby photos. your parents were the kind that took photos of every single memory during your childhood, so there are many of you with your face screwed up into a temper tantrum or with food all over your face or when you're drooling all over yourself whilst u were teething. you find it embarrassing, but this guy thinks that it's soooo unbelievably cute. keeps giggling like he's gone insane. is, weirdly, especially attached to that one picture of u trying to gnaw off your grandma's hand with your toothless gums

wonwoo, minghao, seungkwan

he always had a feeling that u were cute when you were a baby, and on the day that your parents busted out the childhood photos, his feelings were confirmed. good lord, you were such an adorable baby that he can't help but smile with such ridiculous fondness down at the photos before looking over at you again, pinching your cheeks and saying that you're still as cute as you were back then. very seriously asks ur parents if they can send him copies of the baby photos that he likes the most so he can keep them for himself

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icyminghao · 11 months

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pairing: boyfriend!jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): none

summary: you fall asleep on call with jeonghan, and he has an epiphany.

“Go to sleep, y/n, you still have work tomorrow,” Jeonghan tries to convince a sleep-addled you.

You had been calling Jeonghan for about three hours now, having lost track of time while exchanging snippets of your days.

“I’m not sleepy,” you lie, very obviously stifling a yawn. “tell me about your dinner with the boys earlier, Hannie.”

Jeonghan sighs. How can he ever refuse you when you pull out his favourite nickname? And so Jeonghan begins recounting the events of the dinner, from Soonyoung’s drunk attempts at kissing an infuriated Jihoon, to Seokmin belting to Adele like he had bills to pay.

“And then we went home and I called you, and here we are now,” Jeonghan finishes, chuckling softly at his phone screen. You were out cold, having probably dozed off halfway through his long ramble.

Jeonghan’s lips gradually curl up into a soft smile before he realises it, too engrossed in taking in all your features. You looked so relaxed and completely at peace, and Jeonghan’s heart swelled at the thought of you allowing him to see you like this.

“Hey, Jeonghan-hyung, there’s this new diner— is that y/n?” Seungkwan bursts into Jeonghan’s room suddenly, and Jeonghan jolts in response before hissing at Seungkwan to be quiet.

“They’re sleeping,” he whisper-shouts, and Seungkwan whispers an apology back. Jeonghan returns his attention to your sleeping form on his phone screen and sighs.

Seungkwan takes in the situation before him, and slowly smiles knowingly. “You love them, don’t you?”

Jeonghan’s eyes widen in surprise. “I… I mean…”

Silence looms over the two men as Jeonghan leaves his sentence unfinished, but Seungkwan can almost hear the gears turning in Jeonghan’s head.

Love. Jeonghan has never thought about it, but looking back on his time spent with you, he feels like he’s already felt it since forever. He counts down the hours and days until he can see you again every time you part, and he just feels so safe whenever you’re in his arms. Your laugh is easily the best song he’s ever heard, and he finds himself constantly trying, and trying to elicit that beautiful sound out of your precious lips.

Jeonghan lets out a chuckle after a while of letting the realisation sink in, eyes softening at your peaceful figure.

“Yeah. I love them.”

a/n: this was inspired by this tiktok, again completely self-indulgent ><

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amourcheol · 9 months

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paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

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a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.”

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.”

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie.

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you.

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind.

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love.

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years.

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate.

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left.

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back.

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled.

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol.

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

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