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jae-bummer · 11 months

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Right Here With Me

Request: hi! :) i feel like #19 on your recent prompt list would really fit to seventeen’s hhu, specifically to mingyu or seungcheol.. i adore your writing, thank you for putting in so much effort 💌

Prompt:

19) Taking care of your tipsy bias.

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You jumped as Seungcheol slammed his hand on the table. "Sing with me."

You blinked up at him in surprise. He was shimmying from side to side with the karaoke mic in hand.

"Coups," you sighed, crossing your arms. "We really need to get you guys back home."

"Noooo," he pouted, now his turn to cross his arms. "It's so lonely at home. Here is the opposite of whatever lonely is."

You looked across the table to Vernon who seemed to be thinking over the antonym of "lonely." Turning your eyes to Wonwoo for help instead, he gave a small shrug before taking a long sip of his water. To his benefit, he had been about as many drinks in as the rest of the guys but had chosen to hydrate about an hour ago.

"Come oooon, Y/N," Mingyu cooed, swaying behind Coups with the other microphone. "One more song!"

"One more song!" Coups chanted. "One more song!"

It wasn't long before Vernon and Mingyu had joined the chorus. With their shouting still in the background, Seungcheol stepped toward you and reached out to play with a lock of your hair. His eyes were half lidded and his plush lips pulled up at one side. "Come on, baby."

Closing your eyes, you sighed. "Coups."

Plopping on the bench beside you, he coaxed you into his side, and placed a wet kiss on your temple. "Pretty please? I love you soooo much. Why won't you love me?"

"Why is it that he always feels it pertinent to confess to you when he's drunk?" Wonwoo muttered as he watched with lifted brows.

"I don't know," you hissed, fighting your way out of Seungcheol's arms. "And what does me loving you have to do with you singing another song?"

"Everything," he said with a stubborn nod.

Wonwoo wasn't wrong. This was often Seungcheol's MO. You were best friends, even closer than that even. He was like a limb at this point. If you lost him, you wouldn't know how to function. That being said, the two of you had never explored a romantic relationship. You were mostly afraid of ruining your friendship, and he seemed to only think about it when he was intoxicated.

"He's so going to regret this in the morning," Vernon cackled, falling back into his seat.

"If you loved me, you'd let me sing one more song," Coups whined. "I'll even sing OUR song."

"We have a song?" you muttered. "Since when do we have a song?"

"Since," Coups hiccuped. "I heard it and thought of you."

"That's hardly "our" song then." You couldn't help but chuckle, plus, you were very curious to hear what Coups thought of as "your song."

"Pleaaaase," he begged. Sticking out his bottom lip, he gave you puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," you gasped. "One more song and then I walk you home!"

An award-winning smile took over Seungcheol's face as he sprung up and toward the karaoke machine. Flipping feverishly through his options, he finally seemed to find what he was looking for. Spinning around, he pointed a finger at you.

"This is for you, Y/N," he said in a low voice. You weren't sure if he was trying to be sexy or funny.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Wonwoo chuckled, pivoting himself to get a better look at the front of the room. Vernon already had his phone out and set to record.

You took a deep breath as you heard the intro to the song. Surely this wasn't what you thought this was.

"I've been drinking, I've been drinking," he crooned. "I get filthy when that liquor get into me - I've been thinking, I've been thinking..."

"Holy shit," Vernon hissed in between laughs. "This is the best day of my entire life."

You wished you were a turtle. If you had a shell, you would have something to crawl into and die. What was he doing?

"WE BE ALL NIGHT! LOOOOOOVE! LOOOOOOVE!" Seungcheol and Mingyu screeched at the top of their lungs as they began to grind their hips into the air.

"Well," Wonwoo said with a wince as he stood from the table. "That's enough of that."

Taking the few steps to cross the room, he tapped gingerly on the karaoke tablet. Within seconds, the music turned off, and the boys were left screaming in the open air.

"Yah!" Coups gasped, after he realized. "What did you do that for?"

"Everyone, I did that for everyone," Wonwoo muttered, gathering his things. "We have an early schedule tomorrow. Let's get moving."

You never had feelings for Wonwoo, but you could honestly kiss him right now.

"You heard him!" you yelled, pulling yourself to your feet as well. "Let's get moving!"

"Why didn't you like my song?" Seungcheol hiccupped. You were easing him up the steps to his apartment, holding nearly all of his body weight in the process.

"I liked your song just fine," you cringed, another flight of stairs behind you.

"You looked miserable," he pouted. "Why don't you ever take my confessions seriously, Y/N?"

"Because you don't take your confessions seriously," you muttered. Furrowing your brow, you counted the numbers on the apartment doors until you found his. "What's your code this week?"

"I can't tell you," he slurred. "It's a se-se-secret."

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you fluttered your hand toward the door. "Type it in then."

Seungcheol hiccupped again before slumping in the direction of the doorframe. Cupping his hand around the keypad, he eyed you suspiciously. "This is for my safety."

"I know, Cheolie," you laughed. "I'm not arguing with you."

Glancing back to the keypad, he stumbled back a bit. Catching him by the shoulders, you waited for the door to unlock.

"Why are there so many numbers?" Coups sighed, leaning against the door again and poking at the lock. "Three two's? Which two is the right two?"

"Let me try," you hummed. "Can you tell me what your code is?"

"My manager said not to tell anyone. Not even my mom."

"And you can change it as soon as I leave," you sighed. "If we can't get in, you're sleeping on the door mat tonight. And that's not very safe, is it?"

"Why can't I stay with you?" he asked, his eyes brightening with the sudden idea.

"Because I am not hauling you downstairs again and then another three blocks," you grumbled. "The code, please Coups."

"I like it when you call me Cheolie," he pouted.

"Cheolie, my sweet bean," you said, trying to contain your exhaustion. "Will you please tell me the code?"

"Mmm," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "Is my birthday."

"Shocker," you breathed, rapidly typing in the lock code. The door made a small buzzing sound before chiming that you could enter.

Stumbling into his apartment, you flipped on the lights and popped off your shoes before heading to the kitchen. Seungcheol, on the other hand, toppled to the floor and began yanking at his shoes.

Scanning the cabinets, you found his most spill-proof tumbler and filled it with ice water. Judging by the muffled sounds of frustration in the entryway, he was still taking off his sneakers.

Turning the corner, you could only sigh. He looked like a toddler sorely in need of a nap. "They won't come off," he said quietly before looking up at you.

"Here," you said, handing him the water bottle. "Drink."

Doing as he was told, he gripped the bottle with both hands, and leaned back against the wall. You crouched down, making quick work of his shoelaces before you managed to finally free him.

"Let's get you to bed," you murmured, motioning for him to take your hand. He slid his palm into yours before easing himself up.

"How could I go from feeling so good to feeling so awful?" he muttered.

"Funny how alcohol will do that," you chuckled, walking with him to his bedroom. "Arms up."

Setting his drink on his desk, he lifted his arms into the air and allowed you to pull his hoodie from his torso. Losing balance after the motion, he toppled onto the mattress, pulling you with him.

"Hey!" you groaned, immediately trying to separate yourself.

"Stay with me," he said softly, tangling his arms and legs around you. "Please?"

He was always affectionate when he was drunk, and you knew that. You needed to shut it down now before your heart could coax you into staying a little longer.

"I have to go home," you whispered, still not willing your body to move. You tried not to be amused as Seungcheol began pulling blankets around you and tucking them in.

"You are home," he whispered. "Right here with me."

You felt an unwelcomed warmth spread through your chest. If he wasn't so cute this would be a lot easier.

"Seungcheol..."

"Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol," he continued quietly, settling himself in beside you. "Why do you always give me reasons why you can't stay instead of just trying?"

A little voice inside the back of your head repeated the old adage, drunk minds speak sober hearts. Coups was only clingy when he had too much to drink, but he had always been tender with you. Whether sober or inebriated, he was your person. You had never allowed yourself to think past platonic soulmates...but maybe...

"You're drunk," you countered. You felt so small in bed next to him. He was comfort and safety, even with soju on his breath.

"And you're scared."

He couldn't see the code to get into the apartment, but he could sure see right through you.

"It doesn't matter what I am," you whispered. "You'll regret this in the morning."

"No, I won't," he insisted. "Because I'll wake up with you next to me and I'll remember that drunk me did hangover me a solid.

I want you here, Y/N."

"Because you're drunk."

"Because you're mine," he said softly. "You always have been."

"Have I?" you whimpered. At this point, you were scared to break the spell. Scared that he would sober up and kick you out of his bed.

"Mhm," he cooed, pulling you closer. After placing a light kiss on your forehead, he chose to set his cheek there. "And I won't let go. Not even if there's a fire."

Anything that looked blurry now could be settled in the morning. How could you leave after that?

The Morning After

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ravixen · 1 year

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HI!

Just went over your masterlist and i already love your works, especially your reactions.

And i checked your guidelines to see if you are taking request right now, so happy that you are active and accepting btw

May i request a reaction for seungcheol, joshua, Wonwoo, mingyu and Minghao about them giving their s/o partner privileges? I dont have a specific scenario in mind so i will leave it to you, i just want to see them finding themselves in a hard situation and they choose their partner or they do something for their partner that they havent done for anyone before. Or whatever you come up with lol

Thank you so much in advance

svt + prioritizing their s/o

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || 1249 words ➔ notes: fluff; thank you for the love! this is such a lovely prompt, and i got a few ideas from this. it was hard to choose a title because some of them are about prioritizing their s/o (low stakes) and some of them are about trying something new for their s/o. partner privileges are going to be portrayed slightly differently in possible another reaction, so i wanted to save that phrase. pls reblog if you liked!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, the things he does for you...he even enlists the help of his friend. vernon stares at seungcheol with unfiltered shock, slack-jawed. "are you actually going to a cat cafe?" he asks, eyes wide as if he heard wrong, which is fair because this is seungcheol we're talking about. he is such a dog person that he'd quit his current career and raise five huge dogs if he never had to worry about money again. cats are fine, they're just...he's not a fan. (actually, they're scary, and he swears they'll swipe his wallet in broad daylight, but everyone he says this to laughs.) you, on the other hand, love cats. you like most animals, but cats take the crown and you've always had cat cafes on your bucket list, though you were quick to downplay it once you caught wind of his aversion. "it's a special occasion," seungcheol grumbles. "are you sure you want to do this?" vernon asks, eyebrows still lifted to his hairline. "as much as they want to go, they're not going to have fun if you're going to look grumpy the whole time." this makes seungcheol pause, but when he thinks about how happy you'd be, shoulders thrumming with excitement, he figures that he can try his best for a few hours. "i think it'll be fine," he says, believing the words the more he says them. for you, he supposes that he could give it a shot.

JOSHUA: he's catching up with some old friends when you suddenly call, asking if he's busy. "i'm just out right now," he says, giving the table a little signal as he steps away. "did you need something?" you don't respond. in fact, you go quiet for so long that he thinks the line dropped. "hey, you still there?" he asks, glancing back over his shoulder. "yeah, i'm still here! you have that thing with your buddies today, right? sorry for interrupting, i just couldn't find the hoodie i borrowed from you, but i see it now. i'll see you later?" there's a weird commotion before you hang up, but he doesn't think much of it and goes back to his friends. he hasn't seen them in years, but the conversation never stops flowing and they end up ordering another round of appetizers as they catch up. they get halfway through a third tray of fries and nachos before joshua's phone dings again, this time a text from seokmin. package safely delivered from the clinic. i also ate your ice cream, sorry. consider it a delivery fee, the text says. attached is a picture of you on the couch with an ice pack, returning seokmin's thumbs up with two of your own. what the heck, did you get hurt? he quickly excuses himself from the table, explaining to his friends that an emergency came up and that he'll cover half the bill. he can't believe that you'd think he'd choose this reunion over you—you will always come first.

WONWOO: he isn't a flowers person. in his eyes, they're pointless; you get them, you put them in water, and you watch them wither until they go into the compost. he's never seen the point of flowers, preferring to celebrate with things like chocolate or take-out. he said that to you once, when he first saw the vase of fresh blooms you keep in your living room, without realizing that you're absolutely a flowers person. your smile had faltered before you chirped, "oh really? i don't know, i kinda like them." it took a few visits before he realized that flowers are a staple for your home and that your friends are always getting you bouquets for special occasions. "don't worry, i love getting practical stuff just as much," you told him when he took you out for dinner, his gift to you. still, just because he doesn't understand the appeal doesn't mean that he should ignore your preferences. he walks around the florist shop, trying to figure out which bouquet you'd like most. they're nice and pretty, but they're all missing something. finally he approaches the register and asks if they do arrangements on the spot. the person manning the front is beyond helpful, bringing out a list of popular in-stock flowers and their meanings, things that a flower fanatic like you would know. wonwoo isn't a flowers person, but when he rings your doorbell and watches your eyes light up, he knows that he's a you person.

MINGYU: he's always been a fan of water sports, but he didn't really get into them until he met you, someone who would grow gills and live in water if it was possible. to celebrate his growth lately, you surprised him with tickets to a place you've been dying to try...which could be considered more of a gift for you, now that you think about it, but he loves spending time with you and learning new things. in retrospect, though, you should've done a little more research into the place because you didn't expect their entrance to trigger mingyu's fear of heights. they really take the adrenaline junkie's dream come true tag seriously. "it's okay, i'm right here," you say for what feels like the tenth time, holding your hands out for mingyu. his wobbling pout doesn't falter as he whines out your name, and as you take in his expression, you realize that you'll have to cut your losses and abandon the tickets. after one lingering glance over your shoulder, you put a smile on your face. "actually, let's just go somewhere else, yeah?" "but you were looking forward to going here." "that's alright. it's not fun if you're not having fun, too. i can always go back another time." and he stands there, worrying his lip as he considers. "what if i close my eyes and you help me over?" you snort, reminding him that that's even worse. eventually, he does make it in, but you spend five minutes sitting on the ground with him as he calms his heart.

MINGHAO: choosing you is as easy as breathing. when he sees you bump into the table and yelp, his arms come out to catch you, ignoring the fact that you weren't the only thing tumbling to the ground. he flinches when clay and porcelain shatter against the kitchen tiles, but any sound he makes is drowned by your sharp inhale as shards of his teapot scatter across the room. "don't move," he tells you once you right yourself, going to find a broom, but you're bad at instructions and immediately kneel down, picking at the pieces. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to." "i know." he nudges you aside as he cleans up the mess. "it's alright." "no, it's not! this is...it was new! and expensive. i'll get you another one," you promise, going to the corner to grab the dustpan. "you were close to it—you could've caught it." he shakes his head. "and let you get hurt instead? nah." you roll your eyes at that, reminding him that you're not that fragile. you'll survive a little stumble. his newest teapot, though, clearly did not. when he catches your disappointed expression, he squeezes your elbow. "it's perfectly fine. it's my fault for keeping it so close to the edge anyway. we're lucky that it was empty. why don't we finish this and go shopping for another one?"

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creamiecoups · 1 year

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dessert - jeongcheol x reader

part one.

↠ summary : although being the personal assistant for two CEO’s who own a huge company seems hectic and stressful, it had its own perks if both men were head over heels for you that they didn’t bother fighting on who would get to keep you in the end. Anyways two is always better than one right?

that is until you meet one of their very good looking buisness partners Jaehyun, sparking an idea in you to flirt with him to piss off the boys...but you’re too late to realise that it was, indeed, a bad idea.

↠ pairing : seungcheol x jeonghan x reader

↠ warnings : swearing, smut, dom!seungcheol soft dom?! jeonghan, use of pet names, heavy degradation, rough fingering, slight choking, use of toys, cum play, seungcheol is very mean, reader is a brat, mentions of alcohol, dacryphilia

↠ word count : 5.3K words

↠ author’s note : and finally after more than a year i posted yay!! I’m so sorry for the long wait as i know many ppl have been sending me messages asking me when I’ll be back, but I’m here now and will finally start being more active here i promise hahah

i thought I’d post this one shot first with part one, and I’ll post the day I have finalised for part two.

until my next update feel free to send me reqs and until then, enjoy ;)

part one part two

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It really did start of as a joke.

Well, it always did…but this time, part of the reason was because you were bored out of your mind and needed something to do that would at least keep you entertained.

And so, because of that 'stunt', you were currently situated in the bathroom, Jeonghan's hands wrapped around your neck firmly.

"Baby, what were you trying to achieve back there?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

"I don't get why you're mad, all I did was go on my phone," you replied, rolling your eyes before you heard him click his tongue.

"Don't roll your eyes at me...I wouldn't have cared if you just went on your phone but sighing every two fucking minutes and tapping your feet on the ground so fucking hard was not necessary," he spat, gritting his teeth as you realised he was really mad.

"I was bored okay? I don't even get why you guys bought me here it's so boring...can I just call a taxi and head home first, please?" You begged, making him inhale sharply before glaring at you.

"No, you're staying here until we're done," he shot back, making you sigh.

"Anyways....your lucky that was just one of my aquaintances...but now, Seungcheol and I have serious matters to discuss with a possible business partner, you should know how important this would be for us so I advise you, stay put and enough with the bratty attitude."

"Fine, can you at least let me get my earphones from the car?" You asked, making him sigh angrily.

"No, look, if it helps...we'll finally be having dinner so you can stuff your mouth so you won't be bored anymore."

"I'd rather have my mouth stuffed with something else though," you whispered, leaning up to peck the side of his lips with a smirk.

"Well maybe if you behave well for us, you'll get what you want after we're done," Jeonghan replied.

"Okay, I'll be good until then," you replied cheekily, a smirk spread across your face.

"Good, now come, Seungcheol is probably waiting for us."

Both of you walked out of the bathroom, making your way back to the bustling restaurant that the company had rented out for the night to hopefully affiliate with other organizations.

"Hey," Seungcheol greeted you with a big smile, as you sat between him and Jeonghan.

You gave him a smile, before bowing slightly to the man opposite you.

"So this must be your assistant? I've heard a lot about you," the man said, making you smile.

He looked around your age, and you had to admit he was pretty good looking.

"Well I hope good things," you said, a chuckle leaving your lips.

"Of course, I've heard your very good at your job, care to come work at my company instead? My assistants still learning and he's a bit...well, slow in his work and plus, it'll be nice to have a pretty face walking around," he said, giving me a smile.

"Well that wouldn't be too bad, I'll think about it," you joked, as you instantly felt Seungcheol's hand grab your thigh under the table.

"Anyways, let's order before we get into business, what do you say Jaehyun?" Jeonghan asked, making you smile.

he had a nice name.

"Yes of course, I'll call over the waiter," Jaehyun said, before winking my way.

I smirked, suddenly having an idea in my head.

After everyone ordered their food, they began to converse casually about their achievements in their respective companies, which to you just seemed like boastful remarks.

You yawned softly as you felt Seungcheol draw slow circles into your thigh, something he usually did unconsciously while talking or resting.

"Would you really move to his company?" Jeonghan whispered in your ear, making you smile.

"Why not, it'll be nice to have a change of scenery," you whispered back, as you heard Jeonghan chuckle.

"If only he knew half of the time your bent over our study table getting stuffed with our cocks because you were too needy to even function when we asked you to get a job done," he chuckled lowly, making you clench around nothing.

"Fuck off."

"Language princess, you would be in a great deal amount of trouble if Seungcheol heard you," Jeonghan whispered, before pulling away.

You cleared your throat, before turning your attention to whatever Seungcheol and Jaehyun were talking about.

The food finally arrived after a while, making you sigh happily as you looked down to the pasta you ordered.

You almost moaned with how good it tasted, as you were glad you could eat since most of the reason you were bored was because you were hungry.

"You like it?" Seungcheol asked, making you nod.

"Hey we ordered the same thing!" Jaehyun pointed out, making you chuckle.

"We did, it's so good right?" You asked him, giving him a sweet smile.

"It is, I would say I might order it the second time but the portion is so huge," Jaehyun said, laughing as you joined him.

"Let's talk business now, shall we?" Seungcheol said, a smile on his face as you felt his fingers grip your thigh tightly.

"Ahh right yes, that is why we are here."

You sighed internally as you realised that was your queue to back out since you wouldn't really understand as it wasn't your place to join their conversation.

And either way, it was boring.

"Hannie," your whispered in Jeonghan's ear, while he was busy listening.

"Later Y/N, we're busy," he mumbled, his eyes darting between Seungcheol and Jaehyun as they discussed an important matter.

"But Hannie this is important," you whined, feeling his hand make it's way to your thigh.

"Y/N stop," he warned, slapping your thigh softly, making you squirm in your seat a little.

Once it was Jeonghan's turn to speak, you turned to Seungcheol.

"Cheolie, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Later," he whispered, as he didn't even bother glancing at you.

You sighed angrily, pushing their hands off your thigh before speaking out loudly.

"Jeonghan would you be kind enough to move as I need to go to the bathroom?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as Jeonghan stopped talking to look at you.

He hesitantly nodded, before standing up to let you get through.

You gave him a big smile before walking towards the bathroom area, your lips turning into a smirk as you knew you probably ticked them off.

After you were done you opened the bathroom door, about to walk out before you saw someone push you back in quickly before they were pinning you to the door.

You looked up, your lips curving into a smile when you saw Seungcheol's angry eyes.

"What are you trying to do?"

"I don't know what you mean?" You replied back, looking at him cluelessly as he gritted his jaw.

"Jeonghan spoke to you about staying put and being obediant before right? So what are you doing now?" Seungcheol drawled, as you shifted your legs, his deep voice not doing any good for your already wet panties.

"I got bored...and you both were completely ignoring me," you sulked, pouting as you looked up at him with your big eyes.

"We both told you that you could go to the bathroom later right? So why did you still decide to ask again?"

"It's just the bathroom! I was so bored I was literally applying my mascara again just to avoid your boring conversations."

"Pull up your dress," he suddenly spat, making you look up at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I know a big reason why your so bored is because your needy little cunt in probably dripping right now...you think I didn't notice the way you keep shifting?" He asked, chuckling as he watched you slowly pull your dress up.

"Tell me baby, what has you so needy right now?" Seungcheol whispered in your ear, one of his hands moving down your body before he was cupping your heat.

You instantly let out a whine as you let go off your dress to hold onto Seungcheol's broad shoulders.

"I-I.....just wanted," you stuttered, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"You wanted what? Attention?" He asked, as he slowly rubbed you over your panties, the thin material already sticking to your skin.

You nodded your head, making Seungcheol chuckle darkly.

"You're always so needy for us aren't you? Constantly need someone showing you attention...but you really couldn't go a few hours without being cock hungry hm? Didn't Jeonghan fuck you a few times this morning while I was out?" He asked, making you quietly moan as he drew circles on your covered clit.

You nodded once again, making Seungcheol click his fingers.

"Use your words baby."

"Y-Yes...yes he did," you quickly said, as you felt him move your panties to the side before his fingers were pushing flush against your entrance.

"Fuck your so wet," he groaned, bringing his coated fingers up to his lips.

"So tell me, your still needy even after Jeonghan fucked you only a few hours ago?"

You nodded your head feverishly.

"Cheolie....touch me please," you whined, making Seungcheol chuckle.

He plunged two of his fingers into your seeping entrance without warning, making you throw your head back as you moaned loudly.

"Quiet down, we don't need all our employees knowing how much of a dirty little slut you are for me now do we?"

He started at a fast pace, nothing you weren't used to as he was normally rough with you im comparison to Jeonghan, not that you cared anyways.

"Cum nice and sweet on my fingers okay?" He whispered, adding a third finger before he was curling them when he knew he hit your sweet spot.

Your toes curled as you leaned into his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

"Your such a fucking needy little girl baby, you've been fucked all morning and now your still so needy when we haven't even gone home yet," Seungcheol whispered, lightly pecking your shoulder blade as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Ch-Cheol....need...more," you whined, making Seungcheol laugh.

"Oh no princess....your not getting dick that easy. You'll have to wait until we get home, so until then...hopefully this shuts you up," he whispered, as you felt your release edge closer as you clenched down on his fingers.

"That's it baby, cum now," you heard Seungcheol say, as you felt your release wash over you, making you moan quietly, as you shivered.

He pulled his fingers away from you before bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. You watched as you suddenly felt empty, making you whine softly.

"I have to go now, make yourself look a bit more presentable and come back soon okay?" Seungcheol said, pulling your dress down before leaning in to peck your cheek.

"You were so good for me, I'll consider rewarding you when we get home," he whispered, winking at you before he was moving you away from the door so he could leave.

"And baby? Enough with the flirting, don't think we haven't picked up on that....don't let me find you warming up to Jaehyun again," he warned, making you smile at him.

"I won't, I promise."

"Oh your back, I thought you went missing," Jaehyun joked, as you sat in between Seungcheol and Jeonghan again.

You laughed a little, before reaching forward to grab a glass of water.

The night progressed as the men around you continued to converse about their companies and what both of them could bring to the table if they were to affiliate.

Soon it was time for drinks, making your ears perk up as Seungcheol offered to get the drinks for everyone.

"What do you want to drink?" Seungcheol asked you, as his hand on your thigh slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

"Champagne is fine," you replied, making him nod before he was walking towards the bar after taking the other two men's order as well.

"So Y/N....have you thought about my offer from before?" Jaehyun asked you, making you crease your eyebrows at him.

"Offer....what offer?" You ask, tilting your head to the side a little.

"To come work with me....these two surely can do things without you I mean...they have each other! But my assistant is downright a rookie and pretty useless so...if you're down too, I'd love to have you," Jaehyun said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'll think about it, maybe....what do you think?" You directed the question to Jeonghan, your faux innocent eyes shining at him as you felt his hand grip your thigh tightly.

"Sorry Jaehyun..." Jeonghan trailed off, before his eyes were on the man across him.

"But I can't give away our most trusted employee, she does her job well and so no, we will not be giving her away to you."

Jaehyun chuckled as his eyes fell to mine.

"Well isn't that a pity... I was looking forward to appointing you as my personal assistant," he said, before Seungcheol came back with our drinks.

"So...what have we been talking about?" Seungcheol asked, as he handed me my glass of champagne before sitting down.

"Jaehyun wants me as his assistant, thought it would be fun but Jeonghan thinks I do my job so well," you say, smirking as Seungcheol's eyes darkened.

"Is that so? Well if you'd like, I can send through a list of capable people who could fill in the role if you're hiring?" Seungcheol asked, as you felt Jeonghan's hand on your thigh move up higher.

"Ah no, I really was joking...but I will comment, you both are very lucky," Jaehyun said with a smile, as you playfully winked at him.

Now that, ticked the both of them off completely.

Seungcheol stifled next to you as he eagerly changed the topic, as he soon conversed with Jaehyun about business, while Jeonghan leaned in to your ear.

"You've really done it now princess, spread your legs," he whispered, his warm breath hitting your cheek as you took another sip of your drink.

"And if I don't?" You dared to ask, as Jeonghan simply smiled at you before leaning in closer.

"Spread your legs," he repeated, making you gulp.

You hesitantly spread your legs as you felt Jeonghan's fingers instantly press against your sticky clothed core.

"Did cheol make you cum earlier in the bathroom? Your so wet," he whispered as you bit back a whimper.

"Y-Yeah, he f-fingered me," you whispered, as he scoffed.

"And your still acting bratty? Hm..." He trailed off, before you saw a few other men come to join you three on the table.

"Seungcheol?" Jeonghan called out to him, as he turned to look at you both.

"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes trailing down to you.

"Try to keep her still while you talk," he muttered, as your heartbeat accelerated.

"W-What are you g-going to do?" You stuttered, as Jeonghan smiled at you.

"You want to wink at a man in front of us? Then let's show him how much of a whore you are for us in front of him," he chuckled, as you felt Seungcheol's hand grab your thigh tightly before you felt Jeonghan's fingers push your panties to the side, his fingers making direct contact to your heat.

Your body jolted instantly, as you tried your hardest not to throw your head back from the delicious contact, and if you thought that was painful, when two of Jeonghan's fingers plunged inside of you, you knew it was only going to get worse for you.

"Stay still, eyes open...more investors have joined now so we'll be conversing more, stay quiet and take what I give you, or you won't like what happens next," Jeonghan spat near your ear, making you nod feverishly.

Your eyes flew to Jaehyun, who was too busy talking to the middle aged man next to him to notice you, as you suddenly took in the fact that everyone around you were too busy to even pay attention to you both.

Jeonghan's fingers stilled in you, making you instantly slump in your seat as you looked towards him.

He was smiling like a little bitch, so into a conversation with an unfamiliar guy next to him that no one would even think he was doing something so dirty and sinful under the huge table.

Your eyes darted towards Seungcheol who was looking through an important document, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was gripping your thigh tightly so your legs were spread enough for Jeonghan to access.

"Cheol," you called out, your voice coming out almost in a whine making him look at you.

"What?" He spat irritatedly, making you frown.

"When can we leave?" you whisper, as you heard his jaw clench tightly.

"Didn't I warn you earlier not to be a brat?" He shot, his eyes throwing daggers at yours.

"Hannie won't please me properly, I can't take it anymore," you whine back boldly, as you felt his fingernails dig into the skin of you thigh in anger.

"Jeonghan."

"Yeah?" Jeonghan responded, his eyes falling on Seungcheol.

"Move your fingers, and give her what I gave you earlier, she doesn't seem to know how to follow orders," he spat, making Jeonghan nod.

"What?" You ask cluelessly, before you felt the sudden emptiness as Jeonghan withdrew his fingers from your sopping entrance.

maybe you should just behave

"Han wait...I-Im sorry I'll stay still from now on," you quickly mumbled, making Jeonghan chuckle lowly.

"Ask cheol, you should know he doesn't tolerate your shit but here we are," Jeonghan said, before you felt something hard and long poke your entrance.

a fucking vibrator.

Your eyes widen before turning to look at Seungcheol who was listening to a conversation intently, that was until you started tapping his arm.

"Cheol N-No.... I-I'll be good I promise, please," you whispered.

"Have it on medium setting, we'll see how she takes it," He said, his words obviously being directed to Jeonghan as he completely ignored you.

Your heartbeat accelerated as you felt Jeonghan slowly ease the dildo into your entrance, the cum slick from earlier providing an easy slip as he pushed it right into you, making you grab the table tightly.

Knuckles turning white and thighs clamped together, you sat there for for what felt like hours with the quiet buzz of the vibrator making you feel as if the entire room was spinning. It was perfect to ease the ache you had, but it wasn't enough to get you to cum, especially since both the boys' hands weren't on you anymore.

Your head lolled towards Jeonghan, soft pants leaving your pretty glossed lips as your long manicured nails taps against his white dress shirt eagerly.

"Hm?" He hummed, glancing at you only for a second.

"I-It's too much...I wanna...c-c–"

"Y/N," Seungcheol suddenly called out, making you stop talking.

You turned to looked at him, lips pouty and eyes filled with need as it took Seungcheol his all not to grab you by the hair and fuck you on the table in front of everyone.

Which he would eventually get around to doing tonight, but just not now.

"Can you go get me another glass of champagne, please?" He asked sweetly, making you shake your head softly.

"I-I can't...g-get up–"

Seungcheol chuckled softly, cutting you off as he leaned in to your ear, his hand on your thigh once again.

"I wasn't really asking, get up and go get me what I asked for, slut," he spat, making you squirm in your seat.

"You're a dick," you whimper out, before standing up shakily.

With all the strength and self control you could muster, you pushed past Jeongham before carefully walking towards the bar.

Walking around in heels with a fat dildo snuggled in your pussy? this was definitely not how you saw the night going but here you were.

"O-One...g-g Champagne," your words slur as the bartender looks at you in concern.

"Miss are you okay?" he asks in concern, making you nod feverishly.

"Mhm...just get...champagne," you mumble as he nods before pouring a glass on the sparkling liquid.

"Here have a glass of water...you look really flushed...are you gonna be sick?" He asked.

"No..no...but thanks for the water," you finally say a sentence without stuttering, so you pat yourself on the back mentally.

"No worries Ms, please do sit down until you finish your water though," he said, making you hesitantly nod.

You slowly sat down on the barstool, sucking air through your teeth as you felt the vibrator nuzzle into you more.

"Would you like anything else?" The bartender asked, as he gave you a glass of water.

"N-No....I'm good with...with water," your words slurred slightly as you both the glass up to your lips with shaky fingers.

"Are you here alone?" The bartender suddenly asked, as you realised he had been staring at you this entire time.

"N-No I'm...I'm here with a few business... people...I'm sorry for stuttering I just don't feel so good," you babbled on, completely unaware of the pair of eyes burning into your back in rage.

"That's completely understandable, you don't need to say sorry but I do think you should go rest," he said, before leaning over the counter to touch my forehead.

"You're burning up Miss I don't think you should be drink–"

"Get up we're going home."

You shakily turn around to see an angry Seungcheol standing in front of you, his top two buttons undone as his eyes left yours briefly to look at the confused bartender in front of you.

"Yeah she's had a bit too much to drink," he spat shortly, before grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you off the bar stool.

"Cheolie careful I'm in heels," you whine out, but he doesn't seem to hear or care as he walked out of the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

"W-What about Jeonghannie," you hiccup, trying to keep up with Seungcheol's pace in your painfully high heels.

Suddenly you felt the vibrators speed increase, making you buckle your hips as a moan left your lips, causing Seungcheol to laugh.

He opened the passenger seat door before practically throwing you in, as you heard the door shut loudly before he was getting into the drivers seat.

"You've really done it today princess....you've found numerous ways to push our buttons and now I'm gonna make sure this type of behaviour will never be repeated from your end, ever again," he spat.

"Cheolie too much," you whine, spreading your legs shamelessly as your hands came down to pull the dildo out of you.

"Ah, ah...that’s staying in there since you decided to act like such a fucking child today I had to leave an important conversation early and now Jeonghan has to do all the work....why do you think so?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Mm.....I-I don't know," you whimpered out, making his eyes darken.

"How many times did I tell you to stop being a brat today, hm? I even went out of my way and fucked you with my fingers to get you to shut up...so why did you continue to piss me off in front of everyone? And then when I told you to go get me a drink, I found you shamelessly eye fucking that bartender like a whore," he growled, grabbing your jaw tightly as you whimpered, clenching down on the dildo.

"I w-wasn't–" your words were ripped out of your throat when his hand landed down on your aching pussy harshly.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you think I wouldn't notice the way you were talking to him? And the way he wanted to fuck you so bad," he chuckled, as he pulled up your dress so he could eye your soaked underwear.

"Take it off, come on."

You bit down on your bottom lip as you came hard almost quietly, your head lolling to the side as soft pants left your mouth.

"Aww did my baby just cum?"

"Y-Yeah," you mumble out, your lips parted as Seungcheol removed your underwear.

"Your being so so disobedient today Y/N...why's that? I was talking to you about something and you decided to cum? Is that what I've taught you?" He spat lowly, as you watched him bunch your underwear into a ball before pushing it into his pocket.

"M' sorry....c-couldn't help it," you whimper out, tears spilling from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"S-Seung...cheol...the v-vibrator please....too m-much," you hiccup again, as Seungcheol's hand threads through your hair.

"We're alone now baby...that's not my name," he spat into your ear.

"Although I'm starting to think I should make you call me that in public, so everyone around you including you remember who you belong to."

His voice was ten times deeper than usual, which only made you ten times wetter than you already were.

"Would you like that baby?" He asked, his free hand resting on your thigh as you whined.

"Take it out p-please," you whimper out, making Seungcheol sigh.

"Answer my question first doll,” he groaned, his hand in your hair rubbing your scalp slowly.

"No that's embarrassing," you scoff, as he chuckled lowly.

"Why's that? You love disobeying us in public so maybe that will help you remember your place, what do you think?" He asked, eyes narrowing on you as you hesitantly shake your head.

"Che- Daddy no...please," you whine, as you felt his grip on your hair tighten painfully.

"Hmm...I'll think about it..now, spread your legs and be good," he spat, making you instantly comply as you wanted nothing more than having that damn vibrator out of you.

Seungcheol's fingers circled around the part of the vibrator that was sticking out of you, causing you to whine as your eyes pleaded at him to remove it from you.

"You want me to take this out baby? Too much?" He asked with a pout, tilting his head to the side as you nodded eagerly.

"P-Please."

"You know what was too much? Your attitude with us today, so take what I fucking give you or I'll have to bring out your collar....do you want that princess?" He asked, making you shake your head as he smiled.

"Good."

Your body jolted suddenly as Seungcheol grabbed the dildo, roughly thrusting it into you as you choked out a moan.

"Hold up your dress," he shot, as you whimpered from his rough ministrations, but nevertheless obeyed.

Your shaky fingers moved your long evening dress out of the way, bunching it up to your chest to give Seungcheol a better view.

"S-Slow down oh my g-god," you managed to make out, as Seungcheol scoffed.

"You don't make the demands here princess, I do, so why don't you sit here and take it...understand?" He spat, removing the dildo out of you before turning it off.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, your eyes closing only for a second before you felt three of Seungcheol's fingers push into you without warning.

"Fuck Seungcheol....fuck!" You screeched out, your body jolting as his fingers only went rougher at your words.

"What have I said about swearing?" He spat angrily, making you whimper out a weak apology he wasn't going to take.

"You use this pretty mouth of yours for all the wrong reasons baby," he added, fingers pinching your bottom lip.

"I-I'm sorry daddy," you whisper meekly, making him hum.

"Don't swear again, okay?"

"O-Okay," you whisper back, as his fingers stilled in you.

"Okay what?" He spat as you whined, clenching down on him.

"Okay daddy," you muttered quickly, before Seungcheol resumed the rough pace he had set for his fingers.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum daddy," you pant, throwing your head back as Seungcheol pulled on your hair.

"You don't cum until I say so," he drawled, making you shake your head as a smirk played on your lips.

"No."

"No?"

"I want to cum...it's t-too much," you bite back, looking up at Seungcheol's amused face.

"Oh you're still being a brat?...I'm not Jeonghan baby, you know I won't give you any chances so watch what you say to me," he shot, fingers pulling at your hair making you wince.

"It hurts stop," you whine out, wishing Jeonghan was here to help sooth you like he always did.

Every time you did something wrong, it was Seungcheol that would get furious and punish you until dawn, but Jeonghan preferred to teach you in much more gentle ways.

"Than learn to behave," he spat, stuffing two more fingers into you before curling them up.

The stretch was incredibly delicious, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before a long moan left your parted lips.

"Daddy please...I need to cum," you desperately whined out, as Seungcheol's fingers only went rougher and unbelievably faster.

"A no is a no, you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to," he spat, all four of his fingers curling in you as you felt the heat rush to your throbbing pussy.

"Please I c-can't," you whine, the soft pants and squelching sounds coming from you only urging Seungcheol on as it took all of his self control not to drag you into his lap and fuck the living daylights out of you until you were reduced to nothing but tears.

Before you could even warn him, or yourself, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you came hard all over his fingers.

You moaned out in bliss, the feeling taking over your senses as your body spasmed.

"Are you fucking serious?" He spat angrily, yanking his fingers out of your soaking entrance with a loud pop.

“I couldn’t help it, you kept pushing it a-and–“

“I’m not gonna take any of your bullshit, you should know that by now. I’m not Jeonghan to listen to your pathetic little excuses,” he growled, pushing his soaked fingers into your mouth roughly, causing you to gag and whimper in pain.

“Suck them clean whore,” he spat condescendingly, as you softly suckled on his fingers before he was pulling them out.

“Now sit back properly, pull your dress down and put your seatbelt on, we’re leaving,” he spat, pulling away from you completely as he started the car.

“No I want to wait for Hannie, you’re mean,” you whine out, refusing to put your seatbelt on.

“Don’t make me repeat it, Y/N….you either put it on yourself or I do it for you,” he growled angrily making you huff.

“Can we at least go back in to get dessert? I didn’t get to try the strawberry cake cheol please,” you whine, holding onto his arm as your tits pressed into him.

He sighed angrily before grabbing your jaw tightly, slightly pushing your cheeks together as his burning eyes bore into yours.

“Tonight was my last fucking nerve. You know I’m not gentle like Han, so yes princess I am mean, and brutal. So you’re in for a rough night… I hope you’re ready.”

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altheasmeadow · 6 months

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The Change In You

WC: 1.4 K

Pairing: S.Coups X fem reader

Warnings: Body Image issues, mean mom

Choi Seung Cheol, The man was the definition of husband material. So when he finally settled down into a relationship you can only imagine both his and his members' excitement, especially when they saw his partner. She was the perfect mix of grace and chaos. The days spent watching her bickering back and forth with Minghao, Jun and Jeonghan were some of his favorites, or when she’d join in on the teasing of Mingyu and Dino, but his favorite thing about his love? She was so self assured, she had nothing to be insecure about of course, but usually women on the fluffier side of things in his experience tended to lean more towards the reserved side about their bodies.

The day he proposed he spent the night worshipping her beautiful curves, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night honestly, he’d have spent the rest of his life in that moment if he could. He didn’t know if the high of being set to marry the love of his life would ever die down, until of course her mother had to start inserting herself where she didn’t belong.

It started small, miscellaneous things he would have never noticed if he didn’t know her inside and out. Her usual cropped tees and joggers were switched to baggier sweats and his large hoodies, her hair that was once always tied up to reveal her face started being worn down, looking dull and lifeless. He pulled her aside and spoke to her about her habits, but she denied everything; not trying to fight he stepped back to allow her to deal with her own issue, because she is in fact an adult who could make her own choices. It gradually got worse though, and his temper was flaring, trying to find any and every way to fix this situation without overstepping, But first he needed to know what was causing the situation.

“Hyung, It could just be pre wedding stress.” Wonwoo advised, trying to reassure the frantic male.

“There’s no way! She’s excited and planning it seems to be the only time she feels alive, the rest of the time she looks so drained.” Seungcheol gritted out frustrated about the situation.

“Look how about you call her and we all go out tonight, maybe we can pull her out of this together.” Minghao offered, feeling sympathetic toward the elder man who was usually very composed, this level of discomposure was a new form of tension nobody was prepared for.

“I think she’s having lunch with her mom, today I don’t want to disturb.” Seungcheol sighed, brows furrowing in thought.

“You know she’s been spending a lot of time with her mom since this all started happening.” Mingyu noted, face stuffed full of chips, oblivious to the look of horror crossing Jeonghan’s face.

The second oldest might be the only one who knows how bad her mother can get, while Seungcheol understood things weren’t the best he was still always optimistic and encouraging her to have a bond with her mother, meanwhile, Jeonghan absolutely refused to allow her to put effort into such a toxic relationship, anytime she was tempted to meet with her mother, Jeonghan “coincidentally” always had an emergency, but recently he had been way too busy with a comeback and hadn’t really noticed her going out. God was he annoyed.

“Call her hyung.” Jeonghan demanded, everyone looking towards him with confusion. Everyone was so used to the man being pretty much a tease 24/7 so the sudden narrowed eyes and the pull of his lips was strikingly stunning.

Realizing the severity, Seungcheol grabbed his phone and dialed his fiancee’s number.

One ring

His anxiety spiked a little as the second rang through and then the third, and finally on the fourth the call was answered and a familiar voice emitted from the call.

“Hi Love.” She sounded tired, and breathless, making Seungcheol even more confused about the situation.

“Hey Bub sorry for interrupting your lunch, I just wanted to know if you’d be up for dinner tonight with the guys, they really miss you!” He offered, pulling his thumb nail between his teeth, a horrible habit truly.

“Ah I don’t know, we had a big lunch today.” She responded softly, taking a deep breath.

“How about a game night then?”He tried again, only to earn a hum of indifferent in return.

Just as she was about to respond, he heard a door open and close behind her and the fumble of a phone, “Get back inside if you want to find a wedding dress that’ll fit you.” He heard his future mother in law’s voice chime, making his heart swell, they were wedding dress shopping?

The smile on his face dropped almost immediately after though as she continued speaking, “We can’t have you look like a cow, get back in there and run off those calories, then I’ll get you another salad after maybe if you work off enough.”

He heard the door open and shut after his fiancee asked for just another moment and received a scoff in return, before picking up the phone again.

“Baby…” He tried to speak but only heard her rushed words of “gotta go I love you.” before the call was ended, leaving Seungcheol in disbelief.

“Hyung?” Dino asked, carefully leaning towards his leader who looked like he wanted to punch someone, there was some shuffling and a door opening before everyone heard a stern, “Let’s go Coups.”

Everyone turned and saw Jeonghan standing at the door with Cheol’s keys in his hand ready to go, and before a breath passed Seungcheol took off, Jeonghan following shortly after.

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A few broken speed limits later the two were outside the gym, of course there are many gyms in Seoul, however, only one was owned by his partner’s family.

“Are you ready?” Jeonghan asked, trying to make sure his leader wouldn’t completely lose his temper.

“I am.” Was all that came through the gritted teeth, before he pulled the door open.

It didn’t take them long to find the mother-daughter duo, seeing his partner panting with a red face as her mother taunted her almost set him off, however he kept his composure and approached the two, Jeonghan following behind with a deadly glare.

“Cheol? Hannie?” She asked, looking embarrassed at getting caught.

“Hi honey.” Jeonghan smiled sweetly towards hisbestfriend before returning his eyes to glare at her mom.

“Well hello boys, how can we help you?” Her mother smiled sweetly at the two, only to receive deadpanned expressions in return.

“You’re the reason she hasn’t been herself in months.”Cheol simply stated, causing the duo to look at him in shock.

“Ah no need to thank me.” The mother teased, turning back to her daughter with a grin as if to say ‘I told you so’

“There is no thanking happening here, you body shamed the most beautiful and confident woman I’ve ever met. You tore down her strong beautiful self for your own benefit. She and I have discussed her weight before. It is absolutely normal and healthy, she will not be continuing these stupid diets, atrocious workouts and enduring you projectiong your own god-awful insecurities onto her. If she doesn’t want to work out she shouldn’t.” He spoke with dominance, not allowing her to believe she had power in the situation for a second.

“And how do you know this wasn’t her idea?”

“Because if it was, she wouldn’t be hiding her efforts, she’d be proud of it, you might’ve birthed her but you don’t truly know her if you didn’t see that you were quite literally draining the life out of her, so what's going to happen is. If she wants to work out she’ll do it at her pace, she’ll also choose what to eat herself and not try to function off of small salads. She’ll rest properly, eat properly, and even exercise properly if she wishes. And it’ll all be of her will. Do not mess with the love of my life again, I’m not as friendly when I’m crossed a second time.” He basically spat at the women, as Jeonghan helped his lover up off of the floor, helping stabilize her shaky legs from the intense workout.

The three turned, leaving the stunned elder, who frowned upon hearing, “do you think we could get some food?” uttered from her daughter followed by a round of fond laughter.

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tryingtodotheright-thing · 2 months

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Hello, Sunset - 6

AN: This is my longest chapter to date. I really suck at writing dialogue, which is just my real life awkward self presenting in fiction. I would love to hear what people think about this chapter or just the story in general. Need some inspiration as I'm stuck on the next chapter. The writing gods have left me and there's a metaphorical brick wall between my ideas and the blank Google doc ... PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 4,650 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken in Korean.

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1 December 2023 - 6 January 2024

There wasn’t really any time for melancholy, not for Y/N. She wanted to wistfully brood about her 10 days in Asia and play the nostalgic CARAT post concert, but the end of the year was relentless. Y/N travelled back to Tokyo the very next day to catch her flight home to London. She used the weekend to reset her body clock and catch up on her emails before she was back at the office on Monday.

By the time she landed in London, her episode on Amazing Saturday had already aired. She didn’t think the episode would have a huge audience. She had hoped to make an impression on the Korean audience but wasn’t expecting to suddenly be trending on Naver or anything. She had turned off the airplane mode on her phone whilst briskly making her way through the long route from the gate to baggage collection. It was a good thing her phone was silent as suddenly the notifications piled up. She opened up Instagram first as that’s where the most notifications were from and saw that Josua had tagged her on a post.

It was the second time he’d done that since they had met back in September. Then, it had been a picture they had posed together for a magazine at the Marni show. This time, it was a clip of her getting the one shot for getting the most accurate answer for the God of Music quiz. He’d captioned it to say ‘Thank you for answering SVT’s quiz, Y/N’. The post had thousands of likes already, including fellow SEVENTEEN members such as S.Coups, Seungkwan and Vernon. Her followers on Instagram had also increased, she guessed as a natural effect from this interaction. She was following Joshua already so she liked the picture and closed the app, too tired to think about her actions or do anything more.

The click clacks of her heels echoed as she walked the short distance from her cabin to the one of the Global HR Director and her line manager, David. Unlike the confident sounds of her footsteps, Y/N felt timid as she opened the door to his office once he beckoned her to come in through the glass windows of his office. David was not someone to mince his words or beat around the bush, especially as someone as busy and senior as he was in such a huge corporation.

Y/N walked out of his office thirty minutes later with relief. She’d need to talk to Sian and Emma first before she officially accepted his offer but she thought this was the best option for everyone without Y/N having to give up her career in HR completely. Her decision was solidified as she received positive response to her various promotion activities in Korea as they came out on broadcast and YouTube over the next few days. Sian and Emma began to receive interest from Korean shows and entertainment companies. The questions varied from whether she was interested in appearing on more shows to her plans on promoting in Korea and needing a local agency to support her promotions to even writing music for idol groups. Eun Ji was ecstatic at the idea of her living in Seoul and declared that Y/N would live with her. When she ran through her doubts of the move, Joshua reassured her as someone who had taken the same leap. Vernon and Seungkwan, who Y/N kept in touch with regularly since meeting them a few weeks ago, promised to visit her regularly so she wouldn’t be lonely.

By the time her slot at the Jingle Bell Ball was over a week later, Y/N felt fully confident in her decision to resign from her job in the UK and take the consultancy role. It offered her more flexibility whilst still allowing her to keep putting to use the qualification and skills she had developed over the past seven years. Her first focus would be working with regional leads in Japan and South Korea to support the planned restructures and optimise the local operations. She would be assessing the situation, proposing a solution and would oversee the implementation of it when it is accepted but won’t be the person delivering the change. She was actually excited to step out of her comfort zone and expand her experience further by dipping her toes into consultancy whilst putting to use her language skills in another country. It honestly felt like an offer too good to be true. It also gave Y/N time to prepare for her EP release that had been planned for the end of the summer and her European Tour that would kick off in the autumn of 2024. She hoped she would get lots of inspiration to write in the new environment.

Things moved quickly once she accepted David’s offer. A flat in Hannam-dong in Yongsan had been leased under her name by Emma. Whilst her company had offered to organise this for her, she had preferred to find a place that suited her specific needs and had negotiated with David so the company would contribute a fixed amount to the rent instead. David put her negotiation skills to the test but Y/N thought she handled it quite well. She had a decent deal by the end. She spent the next few weeks saying a temporary goodbye to her life in London, catching up with friends in between her end of year performance schedule. She’d gone from the one watching the countdown to NYE on BBC to the one people watched performing as the country counted down to the dawn of a new year. A few days later, she was back on a plane to Incheon, this time on her own. Emma wouldn’t be joining her in Seoul but would be making plenty of visits as needed. W Music had a partner in Seoul who would organise any assistance Y/N needed. Y/N leaned her seat back and gazed out of the window, taking a sip of the red wine the stewardess handed her earlier. She hoped 2024 would be a year to remember.

Current

Y/N had gone to bed immediately after her bath. The fight or flight response in her body had slowly disappeared until all that was left was exhaustion. She had dragged herself from the bathroom to her bedroom, not going through any of her night time routine but falling straight into bed instead. The blackout blinds in her room hid the world from her and equally hid her from the world from her. It was the Bank Holiday Monday so she had allowed herself to lie in and when she checked the digital clock on her bedside table once she arose from her deep slumber, she saw it was close to 11am. She decided it was time to face the world and couldn’t hide any longer.

“Alexa, open the blinds.” The automated blinds came to life and with a soft whirring noise, it let the sunlight into the spacious cream coloured room. Closing her eyes briefly to allow them a relief from the bright rays, she patted around the bed for her phone. When her attempts were fruitless, she sighed in defeat before getting out of bed to look around the room for it. Not seeing it anywhere, she slid her feet onto her soft slippers and moved to the living room. She had success as she found it face up on the sofa. She tapped on the screen to bring it to life but it didn’t work. Letting out a groan, realising the phone had run out of battery, she moved to the kitchen island and planted her phone on top of the wireless charger. Leaving it to collect power so she could turn it on, she used the time to make her morning smoothie.

Ten minutes later, she sat on one of the high stools by her kitchen island with a large glass of avocado and banana smoothie. She turned the phone on, making sure to keep it on the wireless charger. She saw that she had missed calls and clicked on the Phone app to see who had tried to get in touch. Some were older notifications she had dismissed like the missed calls from Sian and Emma. There were also recent missed calls from Rachel, Eun Ji and Joshua. Joshua didn’t normally call so she assumed he was concerned about her non-reply.

As she wondered if it was finally time to grow up and call Joshua, her phone began to ring. It was an unsaved number but Y/N recognised it straight away. It was an incoming call from SEVENTEEN’s main Manager, Shim Jae Hyun. He’d been the first person she’d spoken to after Seungcheol had sent her the text to break up and blocked her number immediately after. Y/N could still remember the pity in his voice as he’d told her that Seungcheol had informed him of the breakup, and had asked that Y/N not contact anyone related to himself. Y/N had responded with a distressed ‘I understand’ and had immediately cut the call.

Since then, she hadn’t spoken to anyone related to Seungcheol, including the members. Some of the members, particularly Vernon and Seungkwan, had tried to speak to her when they became aware of the break up but she’d already blocked them. The only remaining connection was Joshua and even then, she didn’t pick up or answer his calls. They hadn’t spoken since the day before the break up, when Y/N had called him from the airport to confirm she’s boarding and to ask him to check in on Seungcheol. Despite his persistent attempts, Y/N hadn’t spoken to Joshua since that day. He eventually gave up and stopped calling her and would send the occasional texts to see how she was, which she would read but not respond to. Seeing the two ticks to show she was reading it was good enough for him. It’s what he’d pleaded for her to do at the very least.

She assumed Jae Hyun-nim was calling due to the statement that had been published. She let the call go to voicemail and instead took a screenshot with his number displayed and sent it off to Emma and Sian, knowing one of them would contact him. She didn’t want to have a dialogue with PLEDIS or HYBE and Sian had stressed that everything should go through her or Emma. She put the phone back on the charging pad and returned to her room to pack her bag, knowing she had a flight to NYC that evening. Lily, Sian’s first assistant since Emma’s official promotion a year ago, had sent over the flight ticket details as well as some outfit options for Y/N to choose from her various interviews in NYC. Lily would organise it so any of the outfits Y/N selects would be delivered to the JW Marriott Essex House hotel in Upper East Side, where she would be staying this time. Normally, would have a longer visit and so would have gone for one of their long stay apartments but the impromptu plans meant she would be staying in one of Marriott’s hotels instead. The next few hours passed in a blur and Y/N found herself once again on a plane.

25 January 2024

The black Porsche Cayenne lit up as the engine turned on. The car was a Christmas present to herself and she’d be paying it off for the next few years but Y/N was in love. She loved driving and one of the first things she organised was to ship her car to Seoul as soon as she decided on her move and yet, it only arrived a few days ago. Y/N was excited to take the car for a spin, having been taking taxis whenever she needed to leave her flat. She’d spent the first week in Seoul setting up the place whilst staying with Eun Ji and had to then relearn her bearings when she officially moved in. The three weeks since landing in Seoul had been tremendously busy and Y/N was excited to have a night to relax and catch up with a friend. Joshua had returned to the country only a few days ago after wrapping up the last concert of the Follow Tour in Macau. The two had been keeping each other up to date on life but it wasn’t the same as talking in person. Their last meeting hadn’t been the personal catch up they had originally planned for so to have some time together where they could speak more openly was much needed.

Y/N arrived first at the Mexican restaurant in Itaewon and had immediately ordered some nachos for the pair to munch on whilst they caught up and debated what to order. She’d just taken a sip of her virgin Pina Colada when Joshua walked in. Y/N enveloped Joshua in a warm hug, and they stayed in the embrace for a few seconds, soaking in the comfort they gave each other. As they parted, Joshua grasped Y/N’s right hand tightly and shook it in excitement.

“I can’t believe you’re now living in Seoul!”

“Me neither, Joshie!”

He looked at her tenderly before letting go of her hand to ruffle her hair as usual. She’d given up dodging this move, knowing that it was his way of showing affection. She grinned at him, the smile stretching across her face all the way to her eyes which had shrunk to accommodate the happy expression. A waiter arrived with their nachos and the pair took their seats. Joshua ordered a Margarita. They spent the next hour catching up candidly with no inhibitions in between taking sips of their drinks and crunching on the nachos. They’d ordered more drinks and food, Y/N choosing to stay sober as she didn’t trust a stranger to drive her car. It was another thing for her to become accustomed to in time but she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

Joshua was feeling light, having let off a load from his shoulders. He’d met Y/N at a time when he really needed a friend who was removed from his world but would yet understand his trials. They were less than six months apart in age but often, he felt she was the older one and by many years. Maybe it came from their different life journeys. They’d both had their own challenges to overcome and different demons to fight. She saw him so clearly that he often felt she was his soulmate, like a twin who shared the same heart and mind. Their closeness after such a short period led to misconceptions initially, even from his bandmates. He’d been asked if they were dating, Coups being the latest one to quiz him on this when he’d shared his plans to meet Y/N. Joshua shared this anecdote with Y/N, laughing without restraint at the idea. Y/N looked disgusted at the idea, wondering what was wrong with everyone. She begged Joshua to make sure he set everyone straight.

“Don’t worry, I told him you’re like a sister. Your bias won’t have the wrong idea, so don’t hurt your pea brain worrying.”

She glared at the teasing, huffing at the elder.

“Who’s the pea brain here! I’m not the one who mistranslated that time we were out …”

The banter continued, the two bickering away, fully immersed in their own world. It was nearing 9pm when Joshua received a call.

“Coups-yah. What’s up? Me? I’m in XXX restaurant in Itaewon with Y/N. Oh, you’re nearby?”

Joshua looked at Y/N with a sly smile as he hung up on the phone. Y/N was immediately on alert.

“What have you done, Hong Jisoo?”

“Where are your manners? It’s Jisoo Oppa!”

“Pfft. Manners, my ass. I know you’ve done something that’s about to piss me off. Out with it, Joshie. Don’t test my kindness.”

He shrugged and put on an innocent look, widening his eyes and shaking his head, saying he had no idea what she was talking about. She threw a fry at his face, unfortunately missing the mark widely. This made Joshua crack up in giggles and Y/N reluctantly joined in, unable to hold on to her irritation. Y/N was going to suggest that they call it a night and head home when the bell by the door jingled. Joshua, who was facing the door, stuck his neck out to see who it was and his eyes lit up in recognition. He waved his hand at the newcomer and Y/N twisted in her seat to see who it was. It was S.Coups and with him was Jeonghan.

“Did you miss me that much? You saw me only a few hours ago when we did the Weverse live.”

Joshua said to S.Coups as the 95 liners reunited in front of Y/N. The waitress arrived and relocated them to a bigger table at the back, hiding them away from the rest of the customers. As they all took their new seats, Y/N bowed at Jeonghan and S.Coups and greeted them. She asked after their health and asked if they’d eaten. S.Coups, who was sitting opposite her, nodded whilst Jeonghan responded, “Coups bought me an expensive dinner. I wanted to go home and rest afterwards but this guy-”

Before Jeonghan could finish his sentence, S.Coups began speaking. He asked about her move and if she was properly settled in her flat.

Y/N was surprised he knew the details and it must have shown on her face, as he felt the need to clarify that he’d heard from Shua. When she looked at Joshua, he had a devious smirk on his face.

“I didn’t know you paid so much attention to what I say, Coups-yah. Jeonghan-ah, did you know Coups paid this much attention to me?”

Jeonghan, who suddenly looked wide awake, seemed to have caught on to whatever track Joshua was on and enthusiastically exclaimed, “I didn’t know either, Joshuji. I don’t remember you telling us about Y/N’s move and this is my first time seeing you since you came back.”

Turning to his left, he questioned when S.Coups had heard the news. Y/N was a little perplexed about this entire conversation. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal but she did realise that the angel, who was really a devil in disguise when he was up to his tricks, and his best friend were on the same page and up to something. It seemed that S.Coups had also sensed the danger and looked panic for a second before saying that it might have been Vernon who mentioned it, he couldn’t remember.

Feeling sorry for the man in front of her as he pouted, she decided to answer his question to move the conversation along.

“I’ve just about settled in and I was saying to Josh earlier that my car finally arrived so I feel like I’m finally set. I’m about to abandon all of it for two weeks though. I’ll be in Japan travelling to Tokyo, Sapporo and Okinawa for work from Monday onwards.”

S.Coups nodded again at her and gave her a thousand watts thankful smile. Y/N felt her heart stutter like her old car used to whenever she’d try to speed and the sem-automatic would whine as it stayed stuck in the lower gear. His smile was too blinding and Y/N had to avert her gaze to her glass, fiddling with the stem of it as she tried her best to calm the flutters.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me you were flying out so soon! We’re on holiday for the next few weeks so I thought I could show you all my favourite places.”

Joshua was disappointed at the missed opportunity. Y/N reassured him they had plenty of time and that she’d be back on the 10th. The group enjoyed a few more drinks and Y/N slowly loosened up as she got used to the presence of the others. She didn’t see Joshua as a member of SEVENTEEN on most days. To her, he’d become family and so she didn’t get the nervousness that she got in the presence of the rest of the members. Yoon Jeonghan was too beautiful to be real and it was intimidating.

And then there was S.Coups. Well, no explanation was really needed here. This was someone she admired and found attractive. It was just a celebrity crush, she’d thought. Although she had her head screwed on and knew what she saw wasn’t a full picture of any celebrity, with S.Coups, so much of it was real. She’d gotten to know him through Joshua and the couple of interactions they did have, she’d felt sparks. She knew it was all one-sided and with time, she’d get over it. But right now, she couldn’t be sensible about it. It was the way he would stare deeply into her eyes when she spoke giving his full attention, or the way he’d poured her a glass of water when he noticed her glass was empty, or even how the corners of his mouth would twitch in amusement whenever he caught her sneaking glances at him as Jeonghan told a funny story. She was deeply attracted to the man in front of her. His tight black t-shirt and rich perfume pulled her in. When she caught herself leaning forward one too many times, she knew it was time to go home. She pulled the typical I’m-going-to-freshen-up-but-really-pay-the-bill act and found herself scolded by a whiny Joshua as they all walked her to her car.

She saw the tired, droopy frame of Jeonghan and told them all to get in, saying she’d drop them off. They tried to refuse the offer but Jeonghan must have been really tired because he got in quickly after thanking Y/N. Joshua sat upfront and inputted the address for the dorm.

“Coups-yah, are you going to stay at the dorm tonight?”

It took a beat for S.Coups to answer and the others realised he’d wanted to return to the place he shared with his brother. He said he’d call a taxi from the dorm.

“I can drop you off, I really don’t mind.”

Y/N turned into the apartment complex that housed SEVENTEEN members. Joshua and Jeonghan got out of the car and S.Coups followed. He seemed to have a non-verbal conversation with Joshua before he turned back to Y/N and asked if she was sure. She nodded and smiled gently in response.

He lightly hugged the members goodnight before getting back in the car, this time in the front seat. Joshua called out for her to text him when she got home safely and then headed in.

“And then there were two.”

“Sorry?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s a phrase in English that people would usually say when a big group would suddenly get smaller.”

She explained as she manoeuvred out of her parking spot. She pulled off and started driving towards the main road as S.Coups set the navigation to direct her to his brother’s place. It was a 20 minute drive and Y/N told herself she can behave for that long. They drove in silence that had started off comfortable but soon became filled with tension till it was stifling. She cleared her throat and suggested that S.Coups put on music if he’d like.

“You can turn on the radio or you can use my Spotify. My phone is connected via Bluetooth.”

She quickly unlocked it with her fingerprint and gestured for him to take it. He’d looked slightly stunned at her nonchalance as she gave him access to her phone. He timidly took the phone from the stand it was resting on and scrolled through the app. In the meantime, it began to play from where she’d left off earlier. Red Velvet described the throes of a crush and the longing to greet them again through the song ‘Hello, Sunset’ and Y/N blushed as she listened on. How fitting that this is the song that plays, she thought. She saw him tap along to the music as he scrolled through her phone. Their journey was elongating thanks to the traffic that was building up as the Saturday night deepened. As the song drew to a close, he tapped on the song he’d searched for and Dino’s voice blasted through the speakers. How cute, she thought as she realised he’d chosen to listen to the maknae’s mixtape, ‘Wait’. He bobbed his head along as they listened. The car had come to a standstill in front of the traffic.

“I really love this song.”

“Yes, maknae did a good job.” The pride in his voice was clear. She hummed in agreement.

“I’m sorry. Because of me, you’re delayed.”

He apologised suddenly and Y/N found herself lost in his intense stare again when she'd looked at him to respond. She inaudibly mumbled that it wasn’t a problem and that she’s going the same way. It was as if her ears had popped, all noise surrounding them dampened whilst the sound of her heartbeat grew thunderous. She couldn’t even blink, worried he’d disappear if she closed her eyes for a second. He lowered his eyes, breaking the hold on her briefly as they dipped down to her lips before returning to arrest her again. He held her breath as a prisoner. Was she imagining it or was the distance between them slowly narrowing? She had no thoughts. Her brain simply wasn’t functioning to think if this was a good idea or not. Their noses were nearly brushing when they jumped apart when the car behind honked its horn. Y/N realised the queue had eased and quickly put the car in motion. S.Coups turned to look outside the side window, his expression hidden from Y/N when she tried to take a glimpse.

They arrived at S.Coups’ place a few minutes later. Tablo’s version of ‘Eyes, Nose, Lips’ played in the background as both occupants of the car stalled, not sure whether to mention the moment shared earlier. In the end, both had decided to ignore it. S.Coups thanked Y/N for the lift. He’d gotten out of the car and walked around to her side, leaning down to speak to her. A breeze sent her a whiff of his perfume again.

“Well … thanks again.” Y/N smiled but didn’t say anything.

“I should get going. I mean, you should get going. It’s late.”

She nodded and bowed at him to take leave from the driver’s seat. She was about to roll up her windows when he called her name. With no formalities. The butterflies instantly multiplied.

“Y/N. Text me to say you’ve made it home?” It was a question but it wasn’t. She nodded, slowly then quickly.

“I saved my number on your phone. I, uh, I didn’t send myself your number.”

Who was this shy man? Was he the same person with the deep voice and passionate eyes?

“Sleep well.”

Y/N placed her keys in the enamel dish by the entrance, took off her boots and walked to her room. She texted Joshua to confirm she’d made it and wished him a goodnight. She paused for a second before she searched through her contacts. She found the newly saved number under Coups.

Saturday 27 January Hi, it’s Y/N. I made it home safely. Have a good night. 23:20 Goodnight. 23:21

A week later, Y/N was getting ready for her first date with S.Coups.

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februaryflowers · 1 year

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cherry sugar lip scrub

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

a fluff neighbor/roommate friends to lovers

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

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

fluff, 670 words, seungcheol x reader

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

“What’re you doing?”

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

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n—”

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

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

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

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

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

“S-soft,” he murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#cwcsummerfair #caratwritersclub #summer fair drabble requests #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seungcheol imagines #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol x reader #s.coups imagines #s.coups scenarios #s.coups fluff #seventeen s.coups #mei's #mei.svt

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kpopimaginings · 1 year

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No Nut November - Seventeen

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

1st Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scoups – Makes it just past the midway point. By now you are getting a bit frustrated. He gets woken up by your moans one night and realises you are having a wet dream. Which would be fine, until he heard you mumble the name of your favourite actor instead of his. He will literally stay awake watching for a moment, contemplating his choices before waking you up to confront you. You get defensive, telling him its hardly surprising when you aren’t getting any from him. He is quick to make you moan his name instead.

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

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

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

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

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

NAVIGATION | SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

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wongyuseokie · 2 years

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Olive You | c.s.c

Summary: Your boyfriend attempts to cook you breakfast after tiring you out the night before. Only problem? He’s not the most talented cook, but he’s a determined lover.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smutty behaviour | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1186 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol (S. Coups) x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, implied smutty behaviours

Content Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, bad dad joke, explicit mentions of sexual activities.

Smut Warnings: None really, just mentions of sexual activities, and Y/N calls Cheol daddy, but it’s cute more than anything.

Authors Note: Thank you to @here4btsfics for listening to me yap about Seventeen and thirst and simp over S.Coups daily. You're just an absolute delight, and thank you for letting me drag you into the CARAT life. Thank you for the inspiration behind the fic and betaing this, too 🥺💕 Thank you to @yutasthetic for reading this over too and hearing me cry over Seventeen too!! 💕 Authors Note 2: I've recently become a CARAT and am very besotted by a certain Choi Seungcheol. I was just keen to write a little bit again hehe. This is my first time writing for another group, so lmk what y'all think. This is just a fluffy fic to simp over him. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“I will break up with you the second I get my energy back,” you jokingly threatened your very handsome and shirtless boyfriend, who was trying his hardest not to laugh at your words and coo at the pout that graced your lips.

“You kept saying harder,” Seungcheol mumbled, making you pout more.

“I said harder, daddy,” you corrected, making Seungcheol smirk a bit.

“Oh, that you did. You were just a sweet girl for me,” Seungcheol praised, making you moan slightly and smack his bare chest.

“Don’t you dare! You watch your tongue. I’m too sore for you to turn me on!” You warned, making him laugh.

“It’s a good tongue. You seemed to like it when it was deep inside you. You tasted so sweet,” Seungcheol continued to praise you, making you whimper.

“I will break up with you if you keep doing this,” you whined, making him laugh as he pulled you into his chest.

“How’s this? Let me make you breakfast, and then I can spend the rest of the day pampering you for ruining your ability to walk straight?” Seungcheol offered, making you grin as you mumbled a yes into your boyfriend’s bare chest.

“Alright, you rest here, princess. Let me go make you a meal fit for a queen,” Seungcheol said excitedly as he moved to get out of bed, ensuring he was gentle with his movements. You were still very sore.

You had managed to hobble and limp your way into the shower and out. You realised that nearly an hour had passed, and your boyfriend still hadn’t returned with food, making you concerned, knowing his ability to goof up in the kitchen.

Despite his best intentions, you still recalled the night the green onions had a hint of soil on it because Seungcheol didn’t wash them. You laughed at the memory as you pulled on an oversized shirt. Well, it was his shirt, but you were dating him, and what was his was yours, especially his hoodies and shirts.

“Babe?” You called out as you headed down the stairs, cursing mentally when you realised that your voice, like your legs, was barely functioning. Damn your boyfriend for ruining you so wonderfully.

“Cheol?” You called out again, louder, gasping when you entered the kitchen.

“Uh,” you started to say when you took in the smoky kitchen, the running tap water, and the smoke from the toaster.

“I get you like destroying things, mainly me,” you said, pausing to wink at Seungcheol, “but the kitchen?” You asked, and Seungcheol groaned.

“It’s your fault. I hope you know that,” Seungcheol accused, making you giggle as you limped over to him, wrapping your arms around his bare waist.

“Do tell, daddy, how did I cause you to nearly burn the kitchen?” You asked with an innocent grin and tone to match, making him glare playfully at you.

“That’s how, you little minx, you calling me daddy in bed and now. I got distracted and burnt everything, I just kept replaying last night, and well, this happened,” Seungcheol whined, his hands flailing to indicate the damage and you giggled as you unwrapped your arms from his waist and limped over to the sink and shut the tap off.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol mumbled, sulking and making you laugh at him.

“How’s this, simple toast, with Nutella? Can you manage that?” You asked, and Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at you, making you smile more.

“Yes, princess, I can,” Seungcheol approached you, bending down slightly to pick you up and placing you on the kitchen counter, making you hiss somewhat at the pain that shot through your legs.

“You and your dick,” you groaned, making Seungcheol laugh loudly.

“You were choking on it last night. You sounded so lovely,” Seungcheol complimented, making you glare at him.

“Don’t lie. You know how nicely I took you, every bit and every drop,” you teased, making Seungcheol cough slightly, the tips of his ears turning a tinge pink.

“Such a brat,” Seungcheol mumbled, making you smirk.

“Is that right, daddy?” You asked, making Seungcheol smile at you, shaking his head, moving in closer to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“One Nutella toast for the lady, and then you can continue teasing me and whine about how I made you unable to walk because you kept begging for more,” Seungcheol offered, making you nod as you smiled shyly.

You smiled at your boyfriend as he moved around the kitchen, his sculpted back and arms flexing with his movements. His lovely back was adorned with scratch marks, courtesy of you, but you didn’t mind, and you knew he didn’t either, not when he thrust harder when your nails sank into his skin.

“Shall I cut up strawberries and make the toast pretty?” Seungcheol called out, and you mumbled a yes and returned to admiring your boyfriend.

“Cheol, can you come here for a second?” You asked, and Seungcheol placed the toast down and walked over to you to stand between your legs.

“No, turn around,” you instructed, and Seungcheol did as you asked, and you placed your arms on his strong shoulders, one hand moving to trace the mole on the back of his nape.

“This is my favourite spot to kiss,” you mumbled as you shifted slightly, ignoring the burn in your thighs as you did so. You moved to bend your head down a bit and placed the softest kiss possible on the tiny mole that you adored so much.

“Mm? Really? It does feel nice,” Seungcheol mumbled as he melted into your touch.

“Mhm, it is adorable. Just like you, my love,” you spoke into his skin, making him shiver slightly.

“Love, food? Then you can lay in my arms and kiss whatever part of me you want?” Seungcheol offered, making you giggle at him,

“I like that idea,” you said, agreeing as you let go of Seungcheol, and he walked away to continue to finish making you the toast.

A few more minutes and Seungcheol was done with the toast and returned to place the plate next to you.

“All for you, princess. Sorry for ruining your legs,” Seungcheol said with an unmistakable proud grin adorning his handsome face.

“You’re not sorry at all,” you mumbled, and Seungcheol grinned, nodding.

“No, I’m not,” Seungcheol answered, making you giggle.

“Hey, Y/N?” Seungcheol spoke, and you nodded.

“Olive, you,” Seungcheol said, and you groaned at him.

“Olive, you too, I guess,” you mumbled, making him smile as he stood closer between your legs and pulled you into a soft kiss, his lush lips moving against yours as his hands rested on your hips. You moaned into the kiss, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You sighed in contentment as you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth and moved your arms to wrap around his neck as you moaned in bliss.

Seungcheol pulled away slowly, placing another kiss on your lips.

“Eat, princess. We have all day to do that,” Seungcheol instructed, making you grin.

You’d gladly let him ruin you every night if it meant having mornings like this.

#s.coups #s.coups fluff #s.coups scenarios #s.coups imagines #indigo writes: scoups #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fluff #kvanity

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0423s-archived · 2 years

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afternoons with seungcheol [0.3k words, fluff, mentions of food]

when idol!bf!seungcheol comes home early because his schedule ends sooner than usual, he's so excited to spend the evening with you. normally, by the time he's done with work, you're already in bed, waiting for him to cuddle with. while he has no problem with that, occasions like these are rare, so he strives to make the most of them. he follows you around like a puppy, never leaving your side unless you need to go to the bathroom. you both do all sorts of things like drinking tea, cleaning up around the house a little, watching tv, and preparing for dinner. although the tasks aren't conventionally exhilarating, they feel so to seungcheol, because he doesn't normally get to do these things with you. now, with having to work as hard as he does on a daily basis, no matter how short his schedule, ultimately, he runs out of steam. you're sitting on the couch after a hearty meal together, switching between channels on the tv, when he impulsively rests his head on your lap. of course you don't mind. you welcome him by threading your fingers through his silky brown hair making sure he feels relaxed. he talks to you, tells you about his day, what's going on with the members, all topics he would have texted you about if he was still at work. you do the same, you tell him about your day, all the things you did, all the people you spoke to and what your conversations were about. seungcheol hums and nods, and you keep rambling until you notice the stack of dishes in the sink. "you wanna do the dishes before we go to bed or should be leave them for tomorrow?" you ask him, but get no response. you bend over to steal a peek at his face, and that's when you realize that he's dozed off. steady breaths leave his pouted lips, making you smile. "i guess we'll leave them for tomorrow then."

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synthetickitsune · 8 months

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

“Come here, come here, come here…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thepixelelf · 4 months

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Band of Silver, Remember my Vow [Teaser]

Based on and inspired by the Sanskrit play, Sakuntala; or The Ring of Recollection, by Kālidāsa, which dramatizes the story of Sakuntala as told in the epic, the Mahābhārata

genres: romance, angst, past civilization au (set in a made up land inspired by joseon and influenced by other asian (and hints of european :/) cultures), subtle magic, not e2l just people who annoy each other at the start to people hopelessly in love w each other pairing: healer reader x lord scoups. platonic reader & soldier dino teaser word count: 2.2k estimated fic word count: ~15k teaser warnings: injury by weapon to an animal (hunting). animal attack. estimated fic warnings: descriptions of blood, injury, and illness. (possibly) sex but not smut. animal gore. notes: this was meant to be for caratlibrary's fall collaboration, but I flubbed it on the deadline (no surprise there!). I'm still not done, but I wanted to post this to see if people are as interested in the story as I am! I will not be making a requestable taglist, however I will be tagging people who comment/show interest in the tags of reblogs

In the story of Sakuntala, the king Dusyanta ends a hunting trip before he comes across the beautiful Sakuntala in a nearby hermitage. He is immediately captivated by her, courts her, and marries her soon after. However, he must return to his royal duties in the capital. He leaves his signet ring with her, promising to return. While distracted with her love for Dusyanta, Sakuntala forgets to greet a visiting and easily irritated sage. Angered by her disrespect, he curses her by making Dusyanta forget her existence. He is later convinced to lighten her punishment, and revises the curse so that the king will remember everything upon seeing the ring he left behind.

teaser under the cut!

The bowstring pulls taut as Seungcheol draws his arm back. His aim is unwavering— it better be, with all the years of training his breath to even at will, all those days spent shooting arrows at dyed targets and skittering rabbits. He kneels in the grass, still as a corpse, and waits for the stag to lift its head from where it’s dipped at the base of a tree.

Wait. Patience. That’s what he was taught.

Patience. Wait. Wait. Breathe.

But — air huffs through Seungcheol’s nose — why isn’t it lifting its damn head? The entire forest surrounding him is quiet. Nothing is here to disturb this perfect moment. This almost perfect moment.

Seungcheol fills his chest with air again, even and silent.

Wait. Patience. Breathe. Lift your damn—

“What are you doing?”

Startling at the sudden whisper in his ear, Seungcheol swerves to the side, his fingers slipping and releasing his arrow into the air. It slams into a tree, right where the stag’s neck would have been had it lifted its head. The sound echoes through the forest, and it spooks the stag. It dashes off out of sight, and Seungcheol curses under his breath.

“Why would you—” He whips his head around and finds you crouching next to him, a woven basket resting on your hip, held there by one hand. For only a moment, he is distracted by your face, and the way the sunlight, broken through the leaves of the forest, dances on your cheeks. He clears his throat. “Do you know what you’ve just done?”

You blink and tilt your head. “What have I done?”

Abruptly, Seungcheol stands, gesturing his bow towards where the stag disappeared. “My— you…” He huffs, then looks away, returning the bow to its spot on his back and tearing off his gloves in muted frustration.

He came here for a distraction, but you are closer to an annoyance, albeit a not unattractive one. He prefers to lose himself in the concentration of the hunt.

As he moves to follow the deer, your voice stops him.

“Where are you from?”

When he turns, you’ve already stood up, and you regard him with slightly furrowed brows.

“You must be from rather far,” you say without giving him much chance to respond. “Were you planning on shooting him?”

“Him?” Seungcheol echoes. “You’re referring to that animal?”

You hum, nodding to yourself. “Rather far indeed. He may very well have been the patron spirit of these woods.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s a terrible dishonour to harm an antlered one in this forest. A dishonour to what this place provides, and the vast life within it,” you explain, though the words mean nothing to Seungcheol. You step closer to him, tilting your body to peer at the quiver of arrows on his back. “You’d be a fool to attempt to kill one, and invite grand misfortune by doing so.”

His jaw clenches, and air comes out of his nose hot. “Who are you to call me a fool? Do you know who I am?”

You straighten. “Am I supposed to? You’re quite far from home.”

“I am Lord Choi Seungcheol,” he announces with pride, though it tastes of the arrogance his mother always tutted at on his tongue. “General of the Four Peak Soldiers, and— and future ruler of the Eastern District.”

You make a face, and it only makes the anger in Seungcheol burn hotter.

“A lord, huh?” you taunt. “Or a general. Which one is it? Or does it not matter?” Leaning back slightly, you study his face. “Certainly, it doesn’t matter to me. I am neither a Four Peak soldier, nor a citizen of the Eastern District, so I will say as I please. A fool is a fool.”

Seungcheol raises his hand, and you flinch, but only slightly. Your eyes remain firm on his.

He lowers his hand, tired of your presence and of having to listen. If he and you were in his district, you’d have serious punishment awaiting your next sunrise. However, he was out on his own, alone on a rogue, spontaneous hunting trip far away from home because he wanted some space to get his thoughts together. It’s something he’s done before, two or three or nine times. His mother shows contempt for this habit of his, but she does not try to stop him. All she asks is that he not bring home trouble.

You seem like trouble.

How was he supposed to know that the woods he ventured into had such trivial myths to abide by?

He is Choi Seungcheol, damn it. Your silly fairy tales won’t deter him.

Deciding to spare you this time, Seungcheol breathes out and turns away, walking now in the direction of where he tied his horse. Perhaps this trip was a failure. To expect to clear his head the same way he has done before was foolish — though he would never admit that. What is on his mind now is much heavier, much more inevitable than the other things he would run away from in his youth.

A marriage to the country’s princess.

His marriage to her.

Seungcheol’s hands twitch, and he yearns to draw his bow again.

“Lord General,” you call out, the tone of your voice itself a warning. “Don’t be a fool.”

He ignores you.

Ricecake seems to have had a much better experience in this forest than Seungcheol. He finds her munching on the lush, untrodden grass, and he almost feels bad for interrupting her meal. However, that feeling lessens when he remembers that if he were successful in his hunt, she'd have to carry the spoils all the way home. At least she has that.

Seungcheol rides for not half an hour, following the river, before another stag dashes alongside his path. He spends no time thinking. Pulling his bow from his shoulder, he notches an arrow and lets it fly. A second arrow leaves his fingers before he blinks.

The stag rears on its hind legs, one arrow in its thick neck and one pierced directly through its eye. It shrieks, haunted and low.

But it does not fall.

Seungcheol dismounts from his horse and draws another arrow, aiming again for its neck so it cannot escape far before it dies. He expects it to run in the opposite direction.

Its hooves dig into the dirt beneath it, and the stag charges towards Seungcheol.

He has no time to react, his arms moving instinctually to protect his head, before pain blooms fiery red from his torso. An icy cold engulfs him, and everything goes dark.

Pain is what wakes him up, dull and aching, but when he attempts to right himself, Seungcheol winces. A fierce pang rings in his body from his stomach to his right ear, which sparks a jolt of pain throughout his head. He falls back again, though his head doesn’t hit the hard earth. Instead, a steady hand catches his head, and another gently touches the front of his shoulder, as if to calm him.

“Easy there, Lord General.”

Your voice, and the way you patronise his titles again, make Seungcheol frown. It hurts to breathe, but he can’t help the annoyance that refills within him. What the hell are you doing here? Did you follow him? Why are your hands so gentle?

Though his headache may worsen with sunlight, Seungcheol pries his eyes open. His eyelids are heavy, and for a moment, he thinks he must not have opened them fully. He can barely see you, even though it was midday when he’d been knocked unconscious. It then registers that he is no longer outside, in the woods, but in a room, lowly lit with sparsely strewn candles.

The realisation makes him want to jump up again, but the pain in his torso forces a groan from him, and he falls back onto the support of your hand. He strains his head to assess his surroundings. “Where am I?” he grits out. It hurts to speak.

“Be careful,” you say, concern sewn into your brows. “You may have broken your ribs.”

He demands, though perhaps sounding weaker than he likes, “Answer the question.”

Your lips settle into a straight line, and you breathe out through your nose. “You’re in my home.”

“Why?”

“I found you nearby,” you begin to explain, pulling your hand out from under him to cross your arms. He feels a thin layer of folded cloth under his head. “You were washed up on the riverbank, unconscious. Bloody…bruised…” You tilt your head. “Perhaps even more bruised now, since I practically had to drag you here, though the balm should help with the scrapes.”

“Balm?” Seungcheol echoes. Now that he thinks about it, there is a strange warmth seeping through the skin on his face. “You’re a healer,” he concludes.

You nod, and for the first time, Seungcheol sees a smile on your lips. In the candlelight, it only adds to the warmth.

“You’re lucky it was me who found you. Who knows how long you were lying in the cold water.” You sit back, eyes thoughtfully gazing over Seungcheol’s blanket-covered body. They pause around where Seungcheol’s left hand is. “I was able to save almost all your fingers.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen, and he jerks his hands out from under the blanket to hold above his face. The pain this causes is in the background compared to his panic, but that fades soon after he sees all ten fingers, wiggles them, then glares at you.

You’re smiling wider now. “That was a joke, Lord General.” At his glare sharpening, you let out a small laugh. “Your fingers are fine. They might be stiff for a few days, though.” Your expression shifts to a more serious one. “Your ribs, on the other hand… You’re severely bruised. I suspect they may be fractured.

Breathing in again, Seungcheol watches the way you eye his chest as it rises and falls. It hurts like a bonfire has sparked in his lungs.

“What happened?” you ask, no residual hint of playfulness in the simple question.

“I…” In the back of his mind, Seungcheol sees the stag again, sees the blood rivering from its eye and neck, sees its antlers as they bouldered into him. He sees you, and how you spoke to him in the forest. An enchantingly bright bad omen.

Don’t be a fool.

Yet here he is, under your care in your home, for doing the very thing you warned him not to.

"...I fell," he says after a moment of quiet. It’s only a half-lie. He did fall, even if that wasn’t how he sustained the injuries to his ribs.

One of your eyebrows rises up your forehead. “You fell.”

“...Yes.”

You hum, doubtful. “Off your horse, I assume. I’ve seen similar bruising and fractures when people are kicked. It happens to someone around here at least once a year; there’s no shame in getting unsaddled.”

He’s never fallen off Ricecake — she’s the perfect companion, but Seungcheol grits his teeth and says, “I suppose there’s not.”

A triumphant grin appears on your face, and you turn slightly to reach for a small notebook. “Well, Lord General—”

“That is not my title,” he interrupts on principle, though he instantly regrets it with the waking pain in his chest. Still, he cannot stop himself from correcting you. “You will address me as Lord Choi, or ‘my Lord’.”

Your eyes don’t leave your notes. “Alright Lord General, it—”

“You can’t—”

“—is my professional opinion that you should be on bed rest for three days, though your full recovery could take two to three moons. I’ll need to monitor your breathing until it regulates.” You speak as if Seungcheol is just anyone, not someone with power or higher standing. To you, he is just a patient.

Why does that thought not continue to anger him?

“I need to find my horse,” he tells you. “There are healers in the Four Peak fortress that can oversee my recovery.”

You shake your head. “Riding is out of the question. It will only worsen your condition.”

“I can’t stay here. I am needed as their leader.” And his mother is going to kill him for being gone more than a few days without a word.

“Do you have a palanquin?”

Seungcheol frowns. “Do I look like I have a palanquin with me?”

“Could you send for one?” you rephrase.

He ponders on that. It is rare for him to ride a palanquin, even back home. The cart is used more decoratively these days, reserved for events like longevity parades through the city, and no longer for extended trips over uneven ground like the forests he travelled through to find himself on your land.

Still, he can’t stay here. Certainly not for three moons. “I’ll write a missive.”

“Alright,” you say with a nod. “There’s a merchant group that travels every two weeks between here and a city in the Eastern District. You can send it with one of them.”

“When are they travelling next?”

“You’re lucky, Lord General. They leave for the east in five days.”

Not as soon as he’d like, but at least the merchants hadn’t just left. Then he would have to stay here for one full moon before he’d even be able to send for help.

“For now,” you continue, “you should rest. It’s late, and your body needs time to recover.”

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Best Sleepover Ever

Request: heyaaa!!! welcome backkkk!! ^^ i saw your prompt list and no 4 "you look good in my clothes" really caught my attention... like you can NOT tell me cheol wouldnt say that to you... like imagine having a sleepover w/ him or smth and you wear his hoodie/shirt and when he sees you he'd be like that....

Prompt:

4) "You look good in my clothes."

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"I feel like a kid again," you grinned, looking up at your partner. "I haven't had an actual sleepover in years."

"Lucky you," Seungcheol smiled in return as he fiddled around with the wires connecting his gaming console to the television in his room. "I get to have one almost every night."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to make me jealous," you laughed.

"Oh yeah," Seungcheol responded, giving a small roll of his eyes. "I'm really living the dream having multiple men in my bed almost every night."

"Hey, you are living someone's dream," you pointed out.

"Fulfilling them too," he chuckled, finally giving up on the chords and scratching his head. "Maybe I should cut my losses and just put this back into the living area."

"Probably for the best," you nodded. "There's no telling who would launch an attack when they realize it's missing."

"Probably Wonwoo," Coups sighed. "And it's the absolute worst being on his bad side."

"Didn't realize he had one," you hmphed.

"I'm not sure if you're commenting on his cool nature, or complimenting his appearance," he said with a side-eye. "Either way, I'm choosing not to know."

You huffed out a laugh. Like you could ever be complimenting someone else's appearance when you had a whole Seungcheol standing in front of you.

"Anyway," he continued. "I'll move this back. You can change into your pajamas."

You winced as you looked down at your jeans. "I may or may not have forgotten to bring any."

"While sleeping in the nude does sound incredibly appealing, hanging out in it is probably not recommended," your boyfriend sighed. "People don't know how to knock around here."

"I can run home and grab something?"

"And walk alone when it's already dark? Absolutely not. Just grab something out of my closet."

"You're the boss," you smiled as he began to leave the room.

"About time somebody noticed."

Closing the door behind him, you were left alone. You spun toward the curtain that was currently Seungcheol's closet door and yanked it aside. It wasn't as messy as you had originally thought it would be, but it definitely had a controlled chaos vibe. It wasn't quite time to call in Mingyu and his organizational cubes, but it was getting close.

Tossing aside some clothes that you weren't entirely sure were clean, you found a stack of t-shirts. It took a few more minutes to dig out a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband. You weren't sure how Seungcheol's clothing would fit on you, but drawstrings were always promising.

Tugging off your clothing, you slid into the ridiculously oversized shirt you had selected. You quickly pulled on the shorts as well and noticed how short they were in comparison to the shirt. Turning toward the wall mirror, you covered your mouth before laughing. If someone didn't know any better, it looked like you were Winnie the Pooh-ing it.

"You look good in my clothes," Coups' choked voice sounded from the doorway. You looked up into the mirror's reflection and caught sight of him eying you.

"What?" you asked, startled by his silent appearance.

Clearing his throat, he entered the room, and closed the door promptly behind him. Leaning back onto the frame, he tilted his head upward. "You look good in my clothes."

"Looks like there is in fact a knocking problem in this dorm," you smirked, turning and taking a few steps toward him. "What if I wasn't dressed yet?"

"It doesn't really look like you're completely dressed now," he chimed.

Yanking up your shirt, you tried to swallow your laugh as Seungcheol's face went from shocked to amused.

"There are pants under there after all!" he grinned.

"Against your wishes I'm sure," you said quietly.

"Am I disappointed? Maybe," he chuckled, closing the distance between the two of you. "Am I a problem solver? Absolutely."

"And what problem is there to solve?"

"How to eliminate your clothing in the fewest number of tugs," he grinned, pulling you by the waist to the edge of his bed.

Plopping on the mattress, he situated himself before pulling you to sit down on his lap. Wrapping his arms even tighter from behind, you giggled as he leaned back.

"You're so goofy," you wailed as he wiggled you around.

"Not the wording I was hoping for," he laughed, finally allowing you to lay on your back. Scooting in close, he lay on his side beside you, his arms wrapped protectively around your middle.

"And what were you hoping for?" you asked, quirking a brow. "You're so amazing? You're-"

"Wildly sexy and incredibly appealing," he finished. His smile was huge in your periphery, causing you to take a mental picture of this moment. He was such a beautiful human.

"Do I really have to say those things aloud for them to be true?"

"I mean, a little positive affirmation never hurt anybody," he whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck. "For instance, you are gorgeous, and I'd love to -"

"Cuddle me into oblivion?"

"Oh yeah," he huffed. "Definitely what I was going to say."

"Thought so," you grinned.

Kissing lightly along the side of your neck, Coups lifted his hand to tilt your chin away from his face. Getting better vantage of your skin, these new kisses began to send shivers across your body. Letting out a giggle as he reached the dreaded ticklish spot, you attempted to scoot away from him, but he held on tight.

"Nope, there's no escaping me," he said, clearly amused. "I am inevitable."

"Coups in his supervillain arc," you laughed. "I'm into it."

Smirking, he detached himself from you, only to climb on top of your legs and straddle your waist. Blinking up at him in surprise, you watched him carefully as he assessed you from this new view.

He looked at you reverently, but also with a tinge of hunger. Like something he knew he should protect, while simultaneously considering if he should devour.

"Forget what I said earlier," you breathed. "This is not the type of sleepover I remember."

"I mean, we can have a pillow fight?" Coups croaked, his voice suddenly like gravel. "Feel free at any time to braid my hair."

You were rendered silent by his tone alone, feeling it deep in your core and all the way to your toes. Moving carefully, Coups leaned forward, sliding across the blankets on either side of your body until he encased you. His forearms rested on either side of your head, your faces now only inches apart from each other.

Licking his lips, his eyes roamed your face as if he was trying to permanently keep the image of you printed across his irises. "Thank you for staying over tonight."

"You don't have to thank me," you said quietly. "I want to be here just as much as you want me to be here."

"Impossible," he said, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, maybe not," you smirked. "I'm not the one using my body as a human prison to keep my partner in bed with me."

"Should i move?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "Are you comfortable?"

"Coups," you whispered, reaching up to run your hands through the strands of hair falling across his forehead. "You are the comfiest."

"Good," he smiled slowly. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Pulling only a few centimeters away, he studied you again. Seeming to find whatever he was looking for, he leaned forward again, slowly licking your bottom lip. Your mouth popped open while your brain entered a daze. His tongue swept across yours, something sweet dominating the taste.

It was in that moment that you decided you could kiss Seungcheol forever. Your lips seemed to melt together as you moved in tandem, enjoying him every bit as he was enjoying you.

After only seconds, he pulled away slightly. He furrowed his brow at the same time he bit his lip.

It should be you biting that lip.

"What is it?" you asked breathlessly.

"I should probably lock the door."

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ravixen · 2 months

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Hi!!! I really love your werewolf au like no joke and I can't get enough of itttt. I wanted to request like a situation where members found out their mate was injured by another pack (for the members: seungcheol, mingyu, hoshi, dino andddd woozi!!) Thank you, ly and your writing lotss and have a great day <33

svt + injured s/o

➔ reaction || werewolf!au

➔ warnings: mentions of violence & injuries || 1.2k words ➔ notes: gen, fluff, comfort ; hi again! if you like this energy, i recommend my reactions for svt + protecting you (y/n is being threatened by another shifter!!), + your werewolf ex (another good one!!), and + smelling like other pack; there's a similar theme of protection. (you can look for them on my masterlist!! sometimes the #werewolfau tag doesn't work.) but i like the specificity of this prompt, even though it's not reeeally werewolf!au. i hope you still like it!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, they have a death wish. everyone knows that seungcheol will go to the ends of the earth for his people, yet some runt decided to put hands on his partner? he's furious, but to be honest, he's a little mad at you, too. when you get home, you don't even bother hiding your scratched up sleeves. you spit into the sink, blood from your split lip splattering against the basin before being washed away. and then you have the audacity to grin over your shoulder and go, "should've seen the other guy." yes, he's proud of you for fighting back with everything you had, and yes, he knows that you're strong, but you're still a human against a supernatural being. you were lucky that this other pack member was a young one, still growing into his strength. after helping you get cleaned up—your shirt unfortunately goes straight to the bin—he throws on his jacket and tracks down this other guy immediately. and wow, you were not kidding, you did a number on your opponent, who nurses their wounds as yet another pack member watches on. "I don't have anything else to add," he says, shrugging. "looks like you learned your lesson, but just in case, know that if you try this again..." he takes a step closer, hands casually in his pockets, and it's enough to make everyone flinch. "I won't hesitate to return it tenfold."

SOONYOUNG: he has to literally be held down by jihoon and mingyu. he's pissed, but he can't decide if he wants to beat up whoever did this to you or stay by your side the entire time. luckily, you make the choice for him by shooing away his friends. they let go with reluctance but hover in case anything happens. you're an angel, he realizes—you're the one hurt, but he's shaking in anger and you're making sure he's okay. "I'm fine!" you say, reaching out for his hand. he can't take it, though. his hands are fists by his side, and he's sure he's breaking skin with how hard he's clenching them. so instead, you cup his face, thumbs smoothing out the tension between his brows. you're not fine. he can see red marks along your collar, though less red now that jeonghan's applied some ointment, and in a few hours, they'll start blooming into bruises that'll serve as a reminder of his incompetence. he sets his jaw, and you feel the movement beneath your palms. "really, I'm okay, soonyoung. I'm alive." he gives a short huff of a laugh before grumbling, "that's the bare minimum." he leans into your touch like you're absorbing the fire in his veins. "I don't want you to stop going out—they shouldn't feel like they won—but let's brainstorm, okay? weapons? sprays? more silver jewelry?"

JIHOON: "hey, are you and minghao still by the mountains right now?" he blinks in surprise at seungcheol's sudden question. why bother calling for something so simple? he leans his forearms over his bike's handlebars, and a few feet ahead, minghao waits patiently with a granola bar in his mouth. "yeah, you need something? ...uh, we're about ten minutes away from that park. why? ...minghao? sure." he passes the phone off to his friend, wondering why seungcheol is being so vague and cryptic, but it must be important because minghao's expression hardens. "you got it. you want me to tell him now or wait until we get there?" okay, now they're both being suspicious. minghao glances at him out of the corner of his eye before putting the phone on speaker. "minghao's in charge of talking to them, alright? jihoon, you're there for the physical threat." which is strange because he's not a fighter. "make sure hao keeps control." seungcheol hangs up with one last instruction: "give 'em hell, jihoon." he can't make heads nor tails of this, but he doesn't question it when seungcheol's giving out orders so seriously. then his phone dings and his heart drops. it's a picture of you, grimacing as wonwoo bandages up what are clearly scratch marks. give 'em hell? oh, jihoon's about to make them pray to a god they don't believe in.

MINGYU: he does not care about seeking revenge. actually, that's a misleading sentence. he cares about it, but he'd rather delegate that responsibility to the others, fully trusting that they would take care of it better than he would. and judging by seokmin's stormy expression as he left with a few others, mingyu's friends are almost as mad as he is. but now you're waking up from your nap and he doesn't have time to worry about what's happening on the other side of town when your eyes are fluttering open and looking for him. "I'm right here," he reassures you, helping you sit up and drink some water. "does it still hurt?" you shake your head. "not as much as before. it's mostly a dull ache in my shoulder, but I don't want to move it too much." you prod at the area and hiss sharply, and he grasps your hands in his. "maybe...don't try that again." at least you're laughing. he tries to, too, but the sound comes out warbled, like he's holding back tears. he knew that getting you involved in his world would be dangerous, but seeing you injured because of him confirms every fear he ever had. he tightens his grip on your hands. "why don't we change your bandages and watch a movie or something, hm?" anything to take his mind off of it.

CHAN: you properly dressed the wound before you met up with him so that his sensitive nose wouldn't pick up the smell of blood, but he's not an idiot—he can clearly see you favoring your left leg, and of all things, you're on a walking date. he nods at the nearest park bench. "sit down, y/n." you wrinkle your nose at being caught, and before you've even sat down, there's excuses flying out of your mouth. he's not listening; he's focused on rolling down your sock and finding a giant bandage and gauze right above your ankle. he doesn't want to pick it off to look at the damage, but even without x-ray vision, he feels like he knows what this is. "so I'm guessing this isn't a normal injury," he says calmly, not letting his tone betray his assumptions, "because you would've told me about it. did you go to that area that I said was off-limits?" "not exactly, but...yeah. close. I guess close enough." you wince. "it's not that bad!" he rolls your sock back up. "there's been reports of territory pushing there. if they attacked you, that's grounds for retaliation." he finally looks up and cracks a smile. "what's with the sad face? I'm not mad at you. why don't we go home, hm? and you can tell me what happened." he's surprisingly mature about the whole situation, and that unnerves you. good. it's going to be worse for his opponent.

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candied glass.

summary: when visiting amsterdam during the winter, seungcheol accidentally lets a mirror fall to the floor but when picking up the broken pieces from the floor, he realizes one of them reflects the face of a woman. saddened, beautiful, yet heartbreaking to look at.

the myth says that whoever sees another person’s face on the magic mirror has unfinished history with a past lover and seungcheol really shouldn’t be interested, but that pair of saddened eyes plead to let him know exactly what he did wrong.

how will he figure out what happened in his past life?

title: candied glass pairing: choi seungcheol x reader genre: 1900’s!au ; parallel timelines!au ; soulmate!au ; office worker!au ; period piece!au ; arranged marriage!au ; the lake house!au type: angst ; fluff ; suggestive ; drama word count: 9k words approx. note: this is part of my ‘when we were young’ series. if you want to read any of the other standalones, here’s the masterlist.

Neither one nor twenty coffee mugs would be able to heat up the tips of Seungcheol’s fingers.

His tips are burning red by the time he slips into the gift shop. Chan could convince anyone that the reason this trip to Amsterdam went unplanned was thanks to him, but that is far from the case. He planned, alright? It was not his fault that Chan had them locked up for a big chunk of their getaway because he had caught the flu and had decided to—coincidentally—drink from the same cocoa cup that Seungcheol had been sipping on during Monday.

Either way, just on a Tuesday, he got to do precisely what he wanted. Get lost in between the speckles of dust that are snowflakes—aging portions of the universe, with its white hairs and its downfalls. He rubs the knitted fabric of the gloves his mother had given him in between his knuckles before sparing a glance around the shop. He could grab a few things for his family now that he is here.

Navy blue beanie moved to the side; the peaceful wind plays with the strands of his black hair. He concentrates on the woods and the dance of the Christmas lights that are hung up on January. His vision is blurred by the history books and the intricate, detailed postcards that could be filled with enormous messages if his words weren’t quite as…thoughtless at times. Seungcheol wouldn’t count his abilities for talking as his best trait.

The windows are old enough to creak with the mere wind, but the owner—could be the worker, he is not sure—does not pay attention to it. The old woman with the thick red scarf is too lost on the romance book underneath her thick-brimmed glasses, with her nose practically pressed to it without much of a thought about how those writers are absolute liars.

Yes, the reason Seungcheol came to this vacation was because he had no one to spend his Christmas time with and Chan was also the only person who never gets to December with a relationship. Seungcheol’s ended far too quickly after three months, and Chan’s attachment to people lasts…as long as a kiss with him must do.

While lurking through small shelves with decorations and mementos that don’t grab much of his attention, he arrives to the wooden surface that holds the most beautiful snow globes he had seen. Inside the polished and clean glass hide intricate personifications of houses and people, perhaps portions of the nearest citizens that desired to leave an imprint for the tourists. Though, the more he looks, the more entranced he is by a globe.

He pulls the scarf around his neck and unties it the slightest, constricted by the mere image of the couple inside the globe. Never had he seen such melancholy in one of these gifts. Personified in its tiniest version are a couple; plastered in their most heartbroken state. The man of the couple has tears drawn under his eyelids, still holding his lover into a dance, bending her waist to his will as his legs part to continue the next step. Seungcheol can only detail her when he grabs the globe, shaking it to see the faux snowflakes twirl, but she is no less tear-jerking.

A long white dress covers the figurine, but it doesn’t look like a wedding dress. Almost like a ghost’s outfit, he would consider it. Her eyes are trained on the man’s, but instead of crying, she has a frown on her features, with a face of acceptance and strength.

Somehow, he wants to buy it…even if he is not a man of angst.

The material becomes slippery between his fingers out of nowhere. What had been once dry skin turns oily, dragging the ball in between his fingers and then, letting it fall to the floor. His movements are quick when seeing the glass shatter, forgetting the fragility of skin when kneeling down and grabbing the first piece he sees in between his fingers.

The biggest piece welcomes him with the unimaginable.

The clear glass shows a woman writing on a paper. An address that he recalls quite perfectly. Lover Avenue, #173.

It sounds oddly familiar, but that is not what frightens Seungcheol.

How the fuck did he see that?

“Oh, sir, let me help you.” The old woman shushes him while holding a broom in her hold, brushing away the remaining pieces of the couple that had once lived in their sadness.

“I’m sorry.” Seungcheol sputters, tightening his knitted scarf as if that would be able to hide his pink dusted cheeks.

“No worries.” The owner—or worker, but he’s assuming—smiles at him with all wrinkles and sweetness before gasping a bit. Her eyes inspect his features, though never stopping her ministrations. “Quite the mystery, actually. You look like the figure inside the snow globe. The guy, you know?”

He can’t help but frown. “I didn’t see it.” He lies through his teeth, hiding his hands in his coat’s pockets. His feet bring him back and forth, jumping on his spot. “…I did see a woman on the glass. Is it reflective?”

That goddamned smile. It doesn’t disappear, only getting more cat-like. The scent of spices emanates from the old lady. “Not at all.” His spine straightens, widening his eyes and earning sweet, raspy laughter. “There is a myth around here, young man.”

“A myth?” He questions, shaking his head. “Don’t believe in those, actually.”

“For such a loving face, you should believe more in magic, sir.” She comments, brushing the last few bits of glass before patting the broom on the floor. “The myth goes, and you haven’t asked this old lady but I’ll still continue, that if you see a reflection on a broken piece of glass…your soulmate and yourself got terribly separated in a past life.” One of her hands waves in the air, showcasing enormous amounts of rings. “Like…the myth that goes around the lines of every mole on one’s skin meaning kisses from our soulmate.”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head. “Must have been the jet-lag.” He completes, grabbing four snowflake globes in his fingers and placing it inside a bag carefully. “I’ll take those…and I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

She eyes him from under her glasses, laughing at him. “That hard headed nature must be what caused the break-up.” She whispers, making Seungcheol lick his lips and get ready to bite-back an answer. Yet, she interrupts him. “Alright, let’s go pay.”

Though, even when he goes back to where Chan was waiting for him—and talking to a group of tourists along the way—, he could only think of the cursive letter that read.

Lover Avenue, #173.

Lover Avenue.

Where is it?

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October, 1903.

On the windowsill sat the promise of the word ‘never’.

Every thread of his suit reminded her of kisses she would never be able to share out loud. From that night on, she would only be a someone’s lady. Not his. The engraving memory of his fingertips raking through the back of her nape as he promised more than what he could have ever mustered burned from her thorax. One leg crossed over the other, she smelled the drink that had been served for her. Her mother-in-law-to-be and her own mother spoke between bites of pastries and sips of rich wine. They did not give a damn about the invitees, the music that had no one dancing, and the gossiping that filled the air.

The groom-to-be had yet to appear.

She knew little about him, in retrospect. What a wild world it was that in three weeks from then, as if in a rush to hide from the imminent sicknesses that took over the citizens, she would have married someone that she barely acknowledged. And it was not the man in front of her—not Haneul, whom she had met two summers ago in a trip to his family’s now dead farm, where they had held hands and whispered promises to the moonlight. He said he’d settle down one day, but she was settled before he could find her.

Mr. Choi should have been there. That way, she would have an excuse to look somewhere else, not sip on her drink and try not to plaster a smile on her features when Haneul ran a hand through his thick, long locks. His lips parted in a mocking smile, inspecting the dress that had been put on her body from head to toe. The corset dug on her stomach when she took a breath out, playing with the pompous sleeves of her white dress.

Mother had said the sooner she looked like a bride, the better. The hat on her head covered part of her face quite like a veil would, but at this point, she was a stood-up bride. Two hours ago, the eventful dinner had started and plates had been served before he even decided to show up.

She did not know she was looking away until she heard someone’s footsteps approaching her. A sigh followed the person that sat down next to her and by the scent of wood alone, accompanied by slim, long legs, she knew who it was.

“Quite the eccentricity, your man.” Haneul added in that innocent tone that represented him. It was soft and lukewarm, like the rays of sunshine that would bathe them when falling asleep on the grass in his farm. He had gotten skinnier, she noted when turning to him, the hollows of his cheeks and the length of his hair speaking of disinterest. “Leaving his fiancé hanging like that.”

Not a word had been spoken about the arrangement of the marriage. To the land—because, that is what her mother had dreamed of from the moment she had a daughter—, she had met Choi Seungcheol in his latest trip and he had fallen like a madman. Wished upon marriage from the moment their eyes met. Little did anyone know that what she knew about her husband-to-be was what everyone else knew.

Choi Seungcheol, better known for his articles that he had written about the history of the land. Everyone knew him as the man who had information about everyone. They said that one glance from him meant that he had already read you like a book. Though, she doubted he ever looked at her past a brief presentation and an empty-handed promise of marriage.

“He must be upstairs.” After all, this was the Choi’s house. Not quite the biggest elegance, but after Haneul’s family lost the farm, her own had not been able to keep up with businesses. She would be the first one to marry for the sake of money, perhaps even accommodation.

“And why is he not here?” Haneul question and she closed her eyes, as if not to study his delicate eyes and his dry, plump lips.

“If I could read a man’s mind, I would not be a mere wife, Haneul. I would lead ships or men.”

He chuckled at her antics, toying with the collar of the same suit he always wore. Not a man of money, he was. “Why did you invite me?” His voice darkened, and when she opened her eyes, his gaze was, too.

“Excuse me?”

He lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear, repeating: “If you know how I felt about you, why did you invite me to your engagement dinner?”

Felt. A verb in past should not hurt. If he mentioned it, his heart must be palpitating with the same force that it did hers. She masked a sigh with a sip of her drink, staring at the groups of people and avoiding the curious glances. The land must eat her mother’s stories, talkative as ever, but they were not stupid. She roamed these streets while in love with Haneul, ignoring the imminent reality that their future depended on business. Not on romance.

“Well, you are allowed to leave if you please.” She straightened her back, standing up and fluffing out the long skirt of her dress. Her chin jutted forward, high up to stop tears from brimming her eyes when looking at him. “But if you are here to reiterate that you feel nothing for me anymore, then pass me down on the brief conversation.”

His features softened, quite like they did whenever they had a talk about the future and Haneul never seemed to have it figured it out, but just as he was about to speak, the bustle of voices grew bigger. She turned to where the invitees were looking, watching Seungcheol go down the set of stairs while rubbing one of his eyes. Looking appropriate…but with a lingering sense of sleepiness that could be sensed from afar.

A plaid long coat sported its clear folds as he went down the last set of stairs and instead of directing himself to his wife, he went over to the kitchen. Ignoring the music, the people, the clear sign of their engagement being shown to the world.

She smiled, trying to fight the impotence back. Giving a curt nod to the invitees, she excused herself silently and followed after him.

People could be hypnotized by Seungcheol’s words on paper, but his actions spoke louder than he ever did.

The kitchen was simple in scales of gray and dark green. The music grew duller after the doors closed, now interrupted by the boiling of water and the flickering of papers as he lurked for a teabag. She had to see him from up-close just to convince herself that she was wrong. He could not have been sleeping throughout their engagement dinner.

His small, rounded chin was tightened as he thought deeply. His big lips, equals to his expressive eyes, did not look at her even when she was wearing the best dress she had worn yet. His dark hair fell in a few strands after, perhaps, tossing on the bed, but he usually kept it sleeked back. Only when she cleared her throat did he look at her and it seemed to down on him then.

He had a fiancé for a week by then.

He had a dinner to attend to.

He had chosen her, and she had chosen him, or so the word had it.

“For someone so respected around the land, one would expect you to be awake to attend to these…pleasantries.” She uttered, crossing her arms across her chest. Seungcheol had his guard down at first, she could tell, fixing the edge of his button down—half peaking out of his pants—and sighing deeply.

”I was working on an article. I lost track of time.” He announced, ready to excuse himself, but this was a rampant rage that built from within her. Not because she was his fiancé, but because she had to be the wife of a man that did not even look at her when apologizing.

Is it an apology, even?

“If we are going to keep this going, Mr. Choi, we need responsibilities.” She uttered. “I am a woman, yes, but I will not withstand any kind of disrespect from you. You will be my husband, but I will be your wife…and if I have to smile and pretend that I would not have preferred to be somewhere else for you, at least, be by my side while I do so.”

The water kept boiling when he finally connected his gaze to hers. Perhaps, it represented the rising distaste in his gaze.

“I just apologized.”

“I did not hear an apology, Mr. Choi.”

He smiled at her words, pressing his hip to the counter and tossing the first tea bag he saw on the boiling water. She did not break her eyes from him, seeing the brown shade get darker. “I see,” Seungcheol whispered. “I know for a fact that I am not the man you wanted to marry. Do not worry, I do not expect for us to perform the role of the perfect couple. I needed a wife and you needed someone other than Haneul to be your husband. We have established that.”

Shivers settled on the highest portion of her spine. She shook her head. “You have mistaken me for someone else.”

“I have not.” He shook his head. “Your relationship with Haneul has been word of mouth since two years ago and I know it is difficult for you, but just like I do not plan to disrespect you any longer, I expect the same from you.” He reiterated. “So, it is settled. We let this slide, because you are ogling your lover and I happened to fall asleep.”

She could have scoffed. God, she desired to, more than anything. Instead, she bit on her lip.

“Why did you need a wife?” Anger blossomed from her words. Impotence, she would call it. He continued moving the teabag inside the water, calm as ever. “Why did you need a wife, I said?” She repeated, pointing every word.

Seungcheol did not respond, serving two mugs of tea before sipping on his. “I hope you like the tea.”

With that, he left the kitchen. The scent of hibiscus flower lingered on her nostrils, reminding her that this was her favorite flavor.

Yet, Choi Seungcheol made it taste bitter.

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The wedding was finished with too many preparations and a kiss on the cheek that had her feeling pathetic.

Not that she expected a kiss on the lips. God forbid she ever received that kind of attention from Mr. Choi, but as she stood behind him, with him seated on a chair and their eyes settled on the painter in front of them, she did feel a little bit bad. Their house would be covered by the enormous painting of a couple that did not bleed out any sign of love and she’d have to live with the lie for centuries. Her grandchildren would coo at the old times, the antiqueness of the gentlemanly nature of being distant in an ode to not love.

It was Seungcheol’s idea. To have different rooms and only meet for brief breakfasts before he went off to his office and disappeared through the words he wrote. After breakfast, she would grab the nearest copy of the newspaper he had created and through his words, she feigned knowing him. Choi Seungcheol, coming from a well-studied family who had done his best to earn his riches and his expertise through his commentary of normality and war. To not touch, only if it was necessary. To let things be for a while.

Fei, the painter, had her entire hair tossed in a tall updo that kept her distracted as she rested one hand on Seungcheol’s sturdy shoulder. His dark suit was a nice contrast to the emerald green of her dress and, as per these days, she wore a hat that covered most of her face. She tilted her chin downwards, as if hiding would do her any good. Maybe, her grandchildren would not recognize the unhappiness in her face if she did this. Perhaps, the day would never come that Seungcheol would want to touch her.

Her eyes trailed downwards, seeing Seungcheol in his most natural light. Seated in the middle of their—inherently, his—dining room. His legs were well parted, knuckles interlocked between his thick thighs, his eyes void of any kind of emotion as he quirked the corners of his lips in a faint smile.

Had she ever seen him smile?

“I cannot do this.” Fei, exasperated as ever, looked up from the canvas and puckered up her lips. “You look like two strangers and I will not stand for this kind of romantic painting.”

Because they were strangers, she wanted to say. Even Mr. Choi’s shoulder was foreign to the touch, given that the only words they had shared were ‘I do’ and pleasantries. She knew he liked tea, that his patience ran low, that he was a smart leader and studious man. He had a handful of writers under his watch and he gave them grand attention, even preparing gifts for them when their birthdays came around. But it had been a month and his interest for her was as bright as the dulled sun of that day.

“I think we show our love quite well, right, my love?” She tried to counterpart, but Seungcheol did not look at her, staring forward and clearing his throat.

“What do you have in mind, Fei?”

She must have seen all kinds of shades of red behind her eyelids at that time. He never listened to her, and this was just proof. Fei clasped her hands together in happiness, standing up to be seen even with her short height.

“Maybe…half seated on your lap, with her arm around your shoulder?”

“That is—” She gasped, taking off her hat to show her unhappiness. “Scandalous.”

Fei fluttered her short eyelashes. “One could see some kind of change around these lands.”

Seungcheol looked at her, sighing deeply before saying. “Any other idea, Fei?”

“You know her better than I do.” Fei encountered, seemingly thinking of the next pose. “I do not know. Show me how you naturally are around her.”

No one knew that they had never touched and she froze the moment Seungcheol stood up. On the daily, Seungcheol was indifferent—it felt like he never wanted to be married, or that he was interviewing her and bored of her answers. Nonetheless, he always listened. Could remember her every word from scratch if asked.

He moved closer and her breath hitched. Mr. Choi, when seen this closely, had a natural elegance that was accompanied by a dulcet face. Everything was rounded, not too many harsh lines, speaking of delicacy. His eyes glistened, though they were serious, and surprise came over her when his hand expanded on her waist, heat flourishing from under the constricting corset and through the threaded lace that kept it together, before he twirled her around.

His chest became a resting wall. Sturdy, warm, with each muscle contorting deeper than the last. For someone who spent most of his days writing, he had some strength to him. Perhaps, he had his own vision of war within him. The complexity that came with him unhinged and blossoming through his physique. Each digit spread on her stomach, his hair caressing her nape when he lowered his thick lips to her ear.

“Yes! That was what I was talking about! Scandal, love, lust—!” She got lost on the speech that Fei was outing to the world, granted by the softness of Seungcheol’s voice.

“I—I am sorry.” For the kind of man that he was, Mr. Choi held a bit of insecurity in his voice. The one his writing lacked. His breath ghosted against her skin and as per Fei’s request, she had to move.

“You can touch him! No husband dislikes a bit of loving.”

Swallowing thickly, she tilted her hand backwards, contorting her body to the side the slightest to look into his eyes and press her palm to his thick hair. Their eyes connected and she whispered:

“What for?”

“Mhm?” He hummed, their private conversation showcased as a piece of love for the artist.

“Your apologies. What are they for?”

“For such closeness.” Oh, of course. He would not apologize for his indifference and lack of interest. She let the tips of her fingers play with a few strands of his hair and this got his blinking to slow down. “I am aware that I am not the man you wish was holding you like this.”

Haneul. Whenever she could, she would meet up with him. With a few friends, of course, for coffee and sips of gossip, but never alone. She was a married wife, after all. The lingering glances were there, but she kept loyal to her, albeit arranged, marriage.

“You are my husband.” She confessed. “I have to get used to you being like this with me.”

His eyes lowered to her nose, then her lips, and soon after, he was looking at her again. “How bitter. Having to get used to each other.”

“Most marriages are like that.”

“Indeed.” Seungcheol retorted. “But I imagine you wanted something else.”

“If you knew whom I wanted was not you, why did you ask for my hand in marriage?” She had not heard from Seungcheol before. Damn it, she did not even know his family knew about hers, but while so close, each breath of his pushing a breath of her own, she was curious.

“I know a lot about the landers. More than they know themselves.” He corresponded. “And I knew about you before you even thought about me.”

She grasped his hair, sighing. “Why choose me? I am sure you have other women interested in you.”

“That would not be a lie.” She swore she saw a hint of a smile on his face and that cheekiness should not come from a husband, but…they were not a real couple to start with. “The answer, however, should stay for another time. Perhaps, for the moment the town stops talking about my wife going around with her ex-lover.”

Those words electrified her and she almost pulled away, had it not been for his hand on her stomach.

“Mr. Choi—” Excuses were not what she was looking for, but an answer instead. If he knew, if he stayed, then… “Why me?”

He shrugged. “Why did you accept?”

For the money. “Did I have a choice?”

“You always have one.” Seungcheol mumbled. “With me, you will always have a merit, a word, and a choice.”

What a sad thing it was that they were not each other’s choice.

###

The fourth month of their marriage came with their very first event. The launch of a new image for Seungcheol’s newspaper, that was.

Granted, she loved the atmosphere that she had been able to organize alongside Seungcheol’s mother. In a little secluded ballroom of the land, they had brought a fantasy book to life. Swivels of plants that hung from ceilings caressed the ambience with red and pink flowers, matching the dress she had wore that night. Pieces of burnt paper were pressed under plates of food, with quotes from her favorite articles by Seungcheol. Some read them, some used them as napkins, but her love for literature could be felt as such.

Roses paired the knots of her braids as she moved in the romantic red dress that she had gotten done for the event. It was a little tighter on the chest, pushing her breasts upwards and giving her more attention than what she had ever received and a long, fluffy skirt that follow after her every step. Not her husband, of course, they were in different sides of the room at this moment.

She pursed her lips when bringing her glass up to her lips and she saw his, meanwhile. One would be lying if they dared say that Mr. Choi was not an attractive man. Soft features and strong hands. In this coldness as winter arrived, she dared say having a hand to hold hers would not be badly received. Though, it was not a lie that her heart still perked at the idea of Haneul and that her marriage was distant, quite conversational and formal to say the least.

He wore a rose where his handkerchief was to match her, and it would have been a grand message to the invitees if it was not for Seungcheol’s newest acquisition in his team.

Jing was a studied woman a few years older than her. A widow with too much beauty in her hold that had forgotten about the dark dresses and laughed loudly at what Seungcheol had just said. Her hand plastered on her husband’s pocket, covering the rose that kept them united and looked into his eyes as if she was the one by his side. Seungcheol did not move, not to pull her closer or move her away, but he could not be oblivious.

She sipped on her drink.

It was fair. Seungcheol could like someone with the same force as she liked Haneul.

However, his gaze did not move towards her at any moment. He did not see the swivel of her skirt or the curves that were highlighted. He was occupied with Jing’s deep conversation and what the other members of his team said. Even one of his editors, Chan, looked at her and gave her a curt nod as a greeting, but Mr. Choi’s interested left much to desire for.

In this party that she had prepared for him, she had barely received a gaze from him. And sure, they were not a real couple. Not even close. But a look could have been nice. A touch of his hand on her shoulder, a ‘thank you’. Anything but this silence that comes whenever they are not having breakfast.

Scoffing, she put the drink down, straightening her shoulders and moving towards the garden without letting anyone see her angered. She breathed in and out deeply until she was outside, only so she could feel the bone-shattering cold touch her chest and the moon cast its enormous light at her.

The night was dark. Lonely. Different.

It was hard to believe she was married and in these moments, she wondered if it would have been the same with Haneul. If happiness was in being poor. Then, came the silence that both of her halves shared. Haneul had not seen her the past month—skipping coffee and not replying to her letters, and Seungcheol had his own way of being indifferent. Maybe, dressing up in a huge dress and pretending to have it all together, to have a voice that could have been heard, was her grandest mistake.

As a woman, she had always been very strong with her beliefs, but in this time of history, does it even matter?

Minutes passed by until she was trembling with coldness. What she did not expect was to hear footsteps against the grass and to hear a voice calling out for her name.

“People have started asking about you.”

Of course, that was what Mr. Choi cared about. She turned around, frowning at him and biting back with the wit that characterized her. “Oh, I imagine you are not one of them, then. Granted that you were very pleased letting yourself be touched by your lover.”

Seungcheol’s face contorted in a frown that matched hers. The littlest thing they ever had in common. “Excuse me?”

“Excused.” She answered, crossing her arms across her chest. His eyes roamed her body as he got closer, settling on her eyes with a look that she could not read. “Or rather, not. Mr. Choi, I think it is rather respectful to hide illicit affairs from the eyes of a wife, is it not?”

“What affair?” He questioned, exasperated. There, she had touched his patience and poked at it, and she loved to get a reaction out of him.

“Do not play dumb.”

“If there is anything I do not do, is play dumb.”

She shook her head, letting her…whatever this feeling was, win. “Jing, your new journalist. She was touching up on you and you seemed to like it.”

Seungcheol pressed a hand on the little iron table next to her, making him seem grand. Big. Taking up too much space with his scent and the lingering twinkle in his eyes.

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, love?”

Love. He had never called her that. Not even in front of people. Calling him Mr. Choi came naturally to her, so she always tried to pull a pet name whenever they had company. But with him, he always used her name. Curt. Straight to the point. Never too heartfelt.

No. This could not be jealousy, so she shook her head.

“I just expect loyalty.”

“And that, you have.” Seungcheol replied. “But you did not tell me to be careful around people first. You told me I was letting myself be touched.”

“You were.”

“And were you not?” He asked, moving closer. “If I am recalling correctly, the only man that has ever touched you is not me. And you still love him as much as you did before you met me.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “He has not touched me ever since I met you.” The reason why she had to excuse herself was unknown to her, but she did. “…And you do not touch me because you are repulsed by me. You have never asked, never tried, never even spoke about ever having a family—”

Seungcheol blinked in confusion, his free hand coming up to hold her chin and unite their gazes. When had she looked down. “I am not repulsed by you.”

“I know you like Jing—”

“As a journalist in my newspaper.” Seungcheol completed, though, his thumb hooked on her bottom lip and when he got closer, she almost thought he was going to kiss her. “Do you think I would have married you if I did not think you were the most interesting woman to hear and look at in the entire land?”

The cold left at that moment, replaced with imminent heat and a tingle that roamed the center of her body up and down.

“I liked you as a wife for your strength, your wit, and what I knew about you just from hearing about you. Looking at you…” He chuckled lowly. “Was just an addition, I guess.”

Touch me, she wanted to say.

But she could not break the wall that separated them.

Seungcheol took off his coat, placing it on top of her shoulders and letting go of her in one brief motion.

“You will freeze to death. Your lips have lost their color. Let’s head inside.”

How did he know that her lips had lost their color?

###

The sixth month of their marriage came with a shared dinner, but no amount of time with Seungcheol could have stopped her from the nightmare that bustled around her head.

She awakened with sweat pooling at her chest and hairline, the clear image of Seungcheol’s body laying on a side of her bed lifeless poking at her eyelids each time she blinked. Her ragged breathing did not stop her from dragging the covers away from her body and tying a robe around her frame.

The hall that separates Seungcheol’s room from hers felt endless and she did not even take the time to knock when she burst into the room. Well over midnight and Seungcheol was not there. He did not often venture into the night, but it seemed like he picked the worst time to disappear from the house, for he was not in the kitchen, the living room or the dining room.

Something could have happened to him, she plotted. Her mind repeated the same image over and over again, constricting her lungs and making her step out of the house with the thinnest of clothing. She moved through the streets with a rapid stance, reaching and lurking for his office only a few blocks away from their house.

Her body was drenched from head to toe by the time she reached the office. Much to the delight of the universe and her soul, the door was opened. She pushed after twisting the doorknob, relishing on the warmth of the golden office, taking in the scent of him and moving over to the place in which she expected him to be.

Seungcheol could have been a dream the moment she saw him. He hunched on his desk, letting a lamp guide his vision as he read through a book. He was calm as ever, alive for Christ’s sake, wearing his own navy pajamas and running a hand through his dark locks as if to ease himself into a sleepy state. He looked up when she closed the door behind her and he was on his feet in the matter of seconds.

“What happened?” He questioned, moving over to her and inspecting her arms first, as if checking for wounds.

“Do not ever leave the house like that again.” She threatened, bunching her wet fists and connecting them to his chest. Her hair pricked the floor with each drop of rainwater that fell into the wood. “I…I thought you were dead.”

Seungcheol frowned at her words. “Why? Did anything happen?”

“I had a dream…and…” Now that she thought about it, for such a separated marriage, it was rather ridiculous that she was saying this out loud. “And you died in it, so I went to see if you were alright and you were not around.”

His thick lips moved with a smile and he shook his head as he dragged her inside the office, with one hand on her shoulder. “Let me see if I have some clothes to help you dry up.” He started, though he continued to speak. “I come here at night when I am not feeling too well…emotionally.”

He gestured for her to come closer when he opened a drawer and took a button down out. Staring at him, he started to dry her shoulders down to her arms, softly, burning even through the fabric.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“I, uh…” Seungcheol kneeled to dry her hands and between her digits, sighing deeply and heating her skin with the mere wind coming from him. “I wrote an article about a little kid in the land once. When I was just starting. Her family knew she had a sickness but they could not quite pinpoint what it was. I was…asking for help through my words, after all, she was only two months old.” He stopped, placing the fabric in her palm. “No one read it. I was too…unpopular, I guess. She died a month after that, at only three months old. So, from time to time, I remember her.”

She had heard about the story. Three years after she passed away, people started to pay attention to the case when other kids started to get sick.

“I am sorry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about.” Seungcheol stood up, resting his weight on the edge of his desk as he looked at her get dried up. “I promised myself that time that I would not let a single person in this land go unknown, so I have made it my job to study people and their lives.”

She smiled at him, softly. “Including me.”

His cheeks tinted, and he rose his shoulders. “Could be.”

“You never told me…” Tossing his shirt to the side, still damp in rainwater, she moved closer to him until they were to face. “Considering you have always said you knew more about me than I believed when we got married, why you picked me.”

Seungcheol inspected her features, squinting in the process. “I told you once that you were the most interesting woman. Hence, I wanted to marry you.”

“But why me? Why…why was I interesting?”

Mr. Choi pressed his lips together and then, he smiled. “I knew about you from Haneul’s brother, actually.” He gestured. “That was the first time I heard about you. He was talking about his brother having an affair with a woman and that was when I got to know you. After, I realized how the land had put you down with such grand titles just for being with a man. A man who did not deserve you, on top of that.”

She had stopped writing to Haneul, altogether, and perhaps, that love that had once burned bright dulled into a mere memory. Though, she could not say she did not miss the friend she used to have.

“He did not deserve me?”

“Even when he had it all with you, he never wanted to make your relationship serious. Everyone in the land talked so lowly about you, as if you were one of those women who stood in corners and sold their bodies just for loving someone. As a man, he should have spoken.” He stopped. “Then, I realized that you spoke for yourself and that…made me start to like you.”

“Like me?” She whispered, only to have Seungcheol looking at her with softness in his gaze.

“Oh, come on.”

“What?”

“Do not tell me you have never thought of me liking you.”

She shook her head. “I thought you deemed me as nothing more than your wife by title.”

“And that you are, but I asked you to be my wife for a reason.” Seungcheol confessed, looking up at the ceiling soon after with a smile playing on his face. “Though, it is quite difficult to notice when you are not looking at me most of the time.”

“I see you.” Her hand grasped his cheek, pulling his face down until their eyes met. Until then she had not realized that she was between his thighs, bodies so close anyone would believe that their romance was real. Though, for a moment it felt like it—she was glad that he was alive, that she could see him from up-close and that she was attractive in his gaze. “I have only seen you for a while.”

She learned that night that Seungcheol was passionate. Impulsive, maybe. With the kind of sentimentalism that had him dragging her closer by a sturdy touch on the small of her back. His lips touched hers, firstly with some kind of insecurity, but her eyes closed at the mere touch of his mouth. Soft, buttery, tense against her touch until she spread her hands on his thighs and let herself ravish him. Fall for a man that was not Haneul. Feel and explode for her husband.

He lingered, the clashing of mouths resounding with delicacy and slowness. She tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss and letting her voice be trapped in his mouth. Not that she would have anything to say, because she was learning what she needed to know about him in a kiss. It felt as if he had seen her for far longer than she had watched him, the genuine nature of his touch shown in the spread of his digits and the soft mumble of her name in between exchanges.

“Do not call me that.” She whispered, the pattering of rain not distracting enough to forget the redness of his lips.

“What should I call you?”

“My love.”

And while kissing him, she did not hear anything else but that.

###

If she would have ever been told that she’d wake up next to whom she called Mr. Choi everyday for the past two months, she would have screamed at whoever she was talking to.

With one hand spread on his abdomen, she watched his sleeping face tilted to the side, lips half-parted, eyes well-closed and drifted to dream land. Seungcheol’s room—or rather, the couple’s room now—was much more different from hers. It usually smelled of dusty books and ink, with his typewriter not too far away and his desk filled with stacked papers of articles that he had her reading only to say he did not like them enough to publish them. No matter how well she spoke about the contents.

She closed her eyes once again, pressing her nose to his naked shoulder and taking in his scent. Life could not be better, and though those three words that had the weightiest meaning in the world had not been spoken between the two, it could be felt. Flourishing between what was once hatred, perhaps something else.

His hand interlocked with hers on his stomach, speaking in a grumpy tone. “You wake up too early for anyone’s liking.”

She chuckled at his words, letting go of his hand and wrapping her arm and leg around his body. “I want coffee.” She dragged, because that was true. She had not wanted coffee from anyone or with anyone since they started being a real couple.

The lukewarm taste that they shared because they had spent too much time talking instead of sipping on their recently brewed coffees were enough for her.

“As per usual.” Seungcheol retorted, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Coffee later. Sleep now.”

“No, coffee now.”

“If you had not kept me up all night, we would be having coffee. Your fault, entirely.” Seungcheol spoke against her skin, a mess of limbs and half-whispered words.

“Excuse me? I was not the one who kept you up.”

“You mean to say you were sleeping last night?”

She had to look up to fight the smile building on her face but when she returned her gaze to him to retort, he was already watching her with a smirk on his features.

“I could have, judging by your performance alone.”

“Sure.” Seungcheol retorted with a purse of his lips. “Stop trying to play with my ego.”

“That is my favorite hobby, Mr. Choi.”

“Well, Mrs. Choi, I have a rather weak heart, so you better stop now.”

She chuckled at his antics, letting herself go in the warmth of him and sighing deeply against his skin. “What do you want with your coffee?”

“Just a few more minutes here and then, we will have our breakfast. I promise.”

She could not fight his words because a few more minutes together were exactly what they did not have.

###

Dear my love,

It has almost been a year since the moment we got married. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. I was so nervous about giving you a kiss that I ended up kissing your cheek because I could see in your eyes that you wanted to be anywhere but there, with me.

I do not know how I got lucky or if life turned out to be a blessing for me, but seeing you fall for me—this ever complicated, sentimental, quite impulsive writer that could have given you a million reasons to dislike him that I am, has made me realize just how much I love you and how I wish to tell you through what you like the most. Words. Letters. Literature.

Hence, I am sorry I am not able to tell you on your face how much I thank my past self for picking you over everyone and everything else. Perhaps, when you finish reading this letter, I will have enough strength to see in your smile that I can tell you anything that passes through my heart.

Sincerely,

Your Mr. Choi.

###

The birds sing a little differently when their first anniversary came around. She had greeted him as per usual in the morning, with a kiss on the lips and the promise of returning. She needed to grab something before, a limited edition of his favorite book that she would have to find in the local library.

She let the length of her flowy dress caress the floor she stepped on as she lurked through the library, around the corner in which the old lady by the desk had instructed. However, a call of her name had her looking over her shoulder, a smile appearing on her features but dissipating when she realized who it was that was standing before her.

Haneul looked different than he did under the glimmering lights of the sun and surrounded by the greeneries of his farm. His hair was shorter, his face slimmer and his frame half-crooked when leaning against the shelf. He held two glassed cups in his hands, shining in elegant white and blue as he grinned at her.

“Haneul…” She spoke, uninterested in him in the way she was, but relieved to see her friend well and alive. She had not heard from him in a while, much less had they kept in touch through letters as they did before. She moved closer, asking: “How are you doing? It has been a while since I heard from you.”

“I heard that you were passing around the library this week. I am working on the fruit shop at the front.” Haneul explained, passing one of the mugs over to her. “Some coffee, for the good old times.”

His face spoke all kinds of sincerity and she had to take a sip of his coffee recipe. Always ever-perfect and filled with nostalgia.

“Oh, what a nice thing! I am glad you are earning some money with this economy and how everything is doing…”

“Yes.” Haneul finalized that train of thought, drinking a big gulp of his own drink. “How is marriage life doing?”

She saw the glint of his eyes that she knew quite too well. Heartbreak. After all, they had something powerful before she got married for interest and then, for love. “Excellently. I could not be happier.”

They spoke a little more, as if the time had not passed. About his family, his dreams, her memories, their laughs. It was memorable and sweet, a nice addition to an important day that was finished by a wave of his hand and the promise of seeing each other another time.

Though, when she finally grabbed the copy of Seungcheol’s favorite book, her vision turned blurry. The letters on the front and the colors merged in a way that had her stomach acids going up and threatening to make her throw up, but she did not have enough strength to release what was inside her. Her legs became numb, tumbling to the side and hearing a gasp from far away. All she could feel was the void.

Seungcheol, come here…

Seungcheol, I need you…

Her words were never heard.

###

Dear my love,

Today would have marked ten years of being together. We only spent a year together and yet, I yearn for you like I have never done for no one else. I still wear my ring, still put a plate for you on the table so we can have breakfast. I lay every letter I write for our anniversaries on that bed you once took up before moving into my room, waiting for you to see them.

How I wish I would not have spoken about that book, so that goddamned man did not take you away. How I wish you would have drank coffee before going out that morning. I should have held you tighter, stayed for longer, loved you harder.

I should not have written those three words. I should have told them to you straight on.

It has been nine years since the last time I saw you and how I wish I could hear your voice one last time.

###

“What do you mean we’re staying here one more night?”

“I changed our flight tickets.” Chan is walking alongside him in the streets of Amsterdam and he would have pushed him away if there was no risk of him falling under a car and dying. He smiles at him when he starts walking backwards. “I met a girl and—oh, you will love her! She’s a librarian and I know mad shit about books, but she’s so hot.”

“Chan, you’re missing the point.” Seungcheol responds, taking a sip of his Styrofoam cup and passing by a less-than-crowded avenue. “I thought we were grabbing coffee and then heading back home.”

“Surprise, surprise?”

“Chan—”

“Just follow me, you old shithead.”

He does as the youngest says, but he is not so pleased about it. The walls are painted in white, with delicate blue flowers swirling around in quite a confusing manner. Chan accompanies him for half a second before getting lost in between the shelves, speaking someone’s name in the air and getting shushed in the process.

He’s not an old shithead.

Getting distracted by the old classics in the shelves, he traces the spines and hums to himself before he hears someone softly mumbling the words to a book to themselves. Somehow, he recognizes the voice but it’s almost impossible. It’s not like he has friends in Amsterdam…or that he has met anybody important.

The source of the noise comes from the woman seated by one of the wooden tables, swinging her feet and lurking through a book like her life depends on it. He clears his throat, as if to call for her attention and ask her to lower her voice, but that must be his most beautiful mistake. When she looks over her shoulder, the emerald tone of her dress stands out and while she doesn’t have tears gleaming down her eyes like in the glass that he shattered at that store, the beauty of her features remains there. He feels like he knows her, but from where?

“Sorry.” She announces, though he shakes his head immediately.

“No, no.” He moves over to where she is, jutting a finger towards the book she is reading. “That’s actually my favorite book. Is it the limited edition?”

“Only this library has it. I rent it from time to time, but always bring it back. The librarian is super attached to it.” She speaks with certainty, confidence, squinting her eyes at him. “Have I seen you?”

“No.” He chuckles. “But I feel like I have seen you, too.”

“Huh, strange.” She completes. “Well, two people with good taste in literature have met, hven’t they?”

Maybe, it was not so much of a bad thing that Chan decided to hit on the librarian.

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