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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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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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pileofwords · 2 years

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live stream

pairing: s.coups x reader length: 1.2k genre: fluff summary: seungcheol is in the middle of an impromptu live stream when you, unaware, burst into his room and are caught on camera.

You weren’t thinking of much when you headed to Seungcheol’s room and burst through the closed door.

His good morning text had been one telling you that you could come over after work and that had been, quite literally, the only thing that had gotten you through the rest of the day. The sole thoughts floating around your mind were of the food you’d brought over and how much you wanted to grab the boy in question so you could eat it together.

“Seungcheol, beloved, light of my life, world’s best boyfriend, I have– what?”

Seungcheol stared at you like a deer in headlights from his position sitting cross legged on his bed. His eyes flickered to the phone he had propped up against a couple of pillows, then to you; confused, you followed his gaze back to the phone. There was a beat of silence, then you slapped your hand over your mouth as your heart dropped very dramatically into your stomach.

“Oh no.”

Seungcheol looked like he was somewhere between wanting to swear and wanting to burst out laughing and couldn’t quite decide which direction to take.

“Oh no,” you repeated, slowly taking several steps backward, even though you weren’t visible on screen from this angle. “Live?” He nodded, confirming what you were already certain of. Whatever poor soul was monitoring his live was probably having a complete breakdown; you just groaned. “Ah.” Over three years of sneaking around down the drain. You’d known this day would come eventually - it was inevitable - but you hadn’t exactly expected it’d be today when you woke up this morning.

From his spot on the bed, Seungcheol weighed his options. One quick glance at the screen showed comments coming in so fast they were nothing more than a blur. Even if they didn’t upload the replay, he knew there would be clips saved and some three hundred and seventy thousand people had just heard the exchange live – there wasn’t exactly a way to talk yourselves out of this one. And, honestly, he didn’t really want to.

So he looked at you.

He tilted his head in the direction of his phone. Wanna join?

You raised an eyebrow. Is that allowed?

A shrug. I don’t care.

A hesitant step forward. I dunno. You sure?

And he opened his arms, a smile finally blossoming over his face. “C’mere.”

You paused for a second longer until he wrinkled up his nose ever-so-slightly and wiggled his shoulders; you caved immediately, plopping down on the edge of his bed, just barely visible at the edge of his phone screen.

“Baaaaabe,” he whined and grabbed your arm, tugging on it until you obliged him and scooted closer; he wrapped his arms around you fully and rested his chin on your shoulder before smiling at his phone.

“Say hi.”

When you finally looked at your images on the screen, you started to pout. “No fair, you look way better than I do.”

“No I don’t!”

“Cheol, I ran over here after my workout, I look like a trainwreck. I accidentally crashed your live and I look like a disaster, this is the worst possible first impression I could make.”

Seungcheol laughed, your favorite giggly ‘ha ha ha’ laugh, the one that filled you up and made you feel warm, and he squished his cheek against your shoulder. One hand slipped around to rest against the small of your back, drawing slow, deliberate circles there in reassurance.

“I think you’re the prettiest in the world.”

That’s all it took for your face to begin heating up, turning a splotchy red for all four hundred and eighty thousand viewers to see (when did so many more people show up?).

“Carats, this is my partner.” There was an unmistakable note of pride in his voice that only made the red spilled over your cheeks darken. You hadn’t thought it possible, but the comments looked like they were coming in even faster than before and you went cross eyed trying to catch any words at all.

“We’ve been together for…a little over three years?”

You nodded in confirmation. “Yep!” You glanced back at the screen for a second. “I know you guys already know this, but he’s the best.” You watched a delightedly smug little smirk appear on his face and rolled your eyes. “But you have to stop telling him that or his ego’s just gonna explode and he’s gonna be totally insufferable.”

“Hey!” He whacked your arm playfully, the smirk replaced with a pout, and this time it was your turn to laugh.

“I'm teasing, you know I love you."

That’s all it took for his pout to be replaced with the widest grin and he gave your waist a gentle squeeze. “Love you most.”

“Ugh, gross, publicly declaring your love like five minutes after we tell people we’re dating.”

And he was laughing again, his smile so bright it was blinding, crumpling into you as he dissolved into giggles, which only made you laugh with him. There, in his arms, laughing until your sides hurt – that was home.

It took a minute or two for you both to settle down, but Seungcheol began to play with a strand of your hair once he did. “Babe, what’d you come in for in the first place?”

“Ah!” You sat up a little straighter, suddenly remembering the purpose of your mission, and turned your head, lowering your voice so it wasn’t picked up on the stream. “I brought your favorite for dinner because Shua told me you haven’t eaten yet. He wanted to do a movie night? You wanna?”

He nodded. “Mmm. Sounds good.”

You grinned. “I’ll go tell Shua and Jeonghan. Take your time!” You slid off the bed, rolling your eyes when Seungcheol grabbed your arm and tugged you back in to leave a quick kiss on your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully before disappearing into the hallway, pulling his door shut behind you.

Seungcheol waited until he was sure you were out of earshot before he turned his attention back to his phone. “Carats,” he started, his tone carrying just a hint of warning, “be nice to them.”

The comments hadn’t slowed down since you walked in the room, but he caught a lot of heart emojis, “so cute!!”s, and general statements of affirmation.

“They mean a lot to me, so you have to be nice, okay?” He waited a minute, pushing his hair up and out of his face, only for it to fall right back into place. “I know you will be, but I just wanted to say it anyway. I’m gonna go eat dinner now. Everyone have a good night, sleep well.” He brought his hand up in front of his face to wave at the camera. “Bye bye!” And he ended the live, leaving his phone there, propped up against the pillows, as he ambled off to find you.

—

Later that night, he posted one picture on weverse; him smiling at the camera with you pressed up against his shoulder, fast asleep, face obscured by shadows. His fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he edited the post, adding a caption.

our own heaven 😊❤️

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2lut4u · 4 months

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL |PT.4

hands by @vanillacheol

sheet masks & kisses by @vanillacheol

squishy by @vanillacheol

pink bow by @vanillacheol

aquarium + CHOI SEUNGCHEOL by @bluehoodiewoozi

new year’s kiss @etherealyoungk

‘how you get the girl’ by @hannieehaee

CHERRY BOWS by @slytherinshua

THE GOOD GIRL, I TRAINED YOU TO BE. by @frmisnow

Anytime, Sunshine by @jae-bummer

Right Here With Me by @jae-bummer

in the eye of the beholder by @cheolism

ODE TO A CONVERSATION (STUCK IN YOUR THROAT) by @miraclewoozi

After Class by @rubyreduji

Black Suit by @gyuranhae

indulgence by @sluttywonwoo

Warmth by @synthetickitsune

live stream by @pileofwords

through the night by @woominooy

seungcheol x gn. reader by @wonumatics

i love you, again by @jnginlov

babymaker by @onlyseokmins

softie by @waldau

1:23 am by @bluejeanstrash

you might be an idiot (oneshot smau) by @hanggarae

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altheasmeadow · 5 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.

–

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.

#svt angst #svt scenarios #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt #seventeen x reader #s.coups #s.coups scenarios #s.coups imagines #s.coups fluff #s.coups x reader #seungcheol x reader

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animeniacss · 3 months

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Memories in Ink - Seungcheol x Reader One-Shot

Synopsis: When you and Seungcheol talk about getting matching tattoos, you decide the only way to truly decide what you want is with a pen, a few beers, and your canvas-like skin.

Genre: Non-idol!Cheol, Tatted!Cheol, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, One-shot, Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Implication (Nothing explicit but be mindful), Humor

Length: approx. 3092 words

Memories in Ink - Seungcheol x Reader One-shot

Seungcheol’s head was fuzzy after a few drinks of alcohol. It only felt fuzzier when you approached him. His eyes took in the sight of you, wearing one of his large band tee shirts and – based on his quick inventory of your frame – nothing else. It made him grin, the dopey kind that offered his dimples to poke out. When you approached him, waving two drinks in his direction, Seungcheol silently welcomed you by pressing his palms behind him into the floor, denim-clad legs spread to offer you a spot in between them.

You nestled into the spot happily, handing Seungcheol a beer bottle. He took it into one hand, the other wrapping around your waist. His chin nestled in your neck, finding comfort in its warmth as he watched you take a long sip of your drink. When you set it on the coffee table, your hand replaced it with his arm. You examined it after picking it up from your waist. Seungcheol’s eyes studied you as your fingers traced along his arm muscles, along the few tattoos he had. “Having fun?” he asked in a low, amused hum. You nodded, and that only made Seungcheol nestle your neck a bit more, peppering a few butterfly kisses into the crook of your neck to make you giggle.

“Did they hurt?” he asked. Seungcheol shook his head. Your fingers continued tracking his arm, brushing along every tattoo. There weren’t too many, but they were beautiful and detailed. When you reached his hand, you propped it up. Seungcheol allowed his fingers to spread as you ran your hand along it. Your finger pressed against the small 95 written right under his pinkie finger. “Is this for your birthday? 1995?” you asked.

Seungcheol nodded. “Yeah. The three of us all have it.” Seungcheol’s hand turned enveloping yours into his own, encompassing it in a warm bubble of affection. “It was my idea. Jeonghan didn’t want to, but Jisoo and I convinced him after a bit of time.”

“That’s nice. I want to get one too.”

“Let’s get a matching one.” He suggested, but maybe it was the alcohol. When your head whipped around to finally stare at him, Seungcheol’s eyes widened at how stunned your reaction was. “What?” he asked.

“Really?” you grinned. Seungcheol laughed a bit at your sudden eagerness to the idea.

“Sure.” He said. He felt you release his arm, crawling from your spot in his lap and towards his desk drawer. As he watched you, he caught a peek of the shorts you had thrown on, hidden under the long tee shirt. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. You sat up on your knees, rummaging through the little drawer until you pulled out a pen. His eyebrow arched, silently observing you as you crawled back over to him. Nestling yourself back into his lap, you held up the pen.

“I have the best idea.” You said. Seungcheol sipped his drink as you took hold of his free arm. You held the pen in your hand, pressing it onto his skin. The sensation, the pressure tickled at first, but he remained still as you doodled on his arm, right beside his tattoo of a quote from one of his group's first albums. He couldn’t get a great look with your body acting as a barrier. He tilted his head to the side. “Come on, what are you making? I’m not good at this ‘Ghost Drawing’ game. I can’t guess.” A laugh escaped your lips.

“Here.” Seungcheol took his arm, admiring the little work of art you added to his growing collection. He saw a picture of a heart with a very ridiculous smiley face, each eye pupil facing in a different direction and its tongue sticking out. You smiled when he shot you a confused look.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“You don’t like it?” you asked curiously.

“What made you think of this?” he asked. Your laugh continued a bit, and Seungcheol’s arm wrapped around you, pulling you playfully to his chest. “You’re much drunker than you look, hm?” he asked.

“No,” you said, reaching for your half-empty bottle to prove your point. “Now I am.” You tossed the rest of the drink back. Seungcheol took the pen from the floor, reaching out and taking your arm. You turned your body, finally fully facing him. He gently rubbed along your skin, untouched up until this point. He glanced up at you, watching as you settled into your new position, before lifting your arm and pressing a playful kiss to your skin. Your head lolled to one side, grinning. That sound got Seungcheol’s Pavlov going, and he pressed another. Then one more, before he finally pulled back. In place of his lips, he pressed the pen to your skin. You squirmed for a second, Seungcheol’s grip only tightening to keep you steady.

“Don’t be such a baby.” He mumbled behind a smile. You leaned forward, using his forehead as a resting place to see. His tongue was sticking out from his mouth as he doodled away, and similar to him, you couldn’t get the best view with his head in the way. You simply took the moment to close your eyes, taking in the pressure on your skin as the warmth that enveloped you in a blanket. “Done.” Seungcheol finally said, and your eyes fluttered open. When you looked down, you grinned a bit.

“…What the hell is that?” you asked, lifting your arm for a better look. Upon closer inspection, it looked like…a face. A crudely drawn one, with an attempt at defined features that fell flat even on untouched, flat skin. Your response of an amused snort caused Seungcheol to pout.

“What?!” he asked. “It’s me!”

“How the hell do our tattoos match?” you asked, holding the two side by side. Seungcheol scanned the two for a minute, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh yeah. We were doing that.” You tossed your head back, another laugh ripping your body as you shoved him playfully, finally giving him the sign to laugh as well.

“Well, let me draw me on you so then we can match.” You reached for the pen, Seungcheol’s hand extending up and away from your grasp in playful response. When you stretched as far as you could, you groaned. “Cheol…” you murmured.

That pet name made the back of his neck burn, and he became putty in your hands, putting the pen in your grasp once again. He watched as you took another part of his arm, resting your head against his chest once again as you began your next work of art. Seungcheol looked down at you without another word as you worked. His head lolled to the side, resting his cheek onto the top of your head as you continued. His free hand snaked to your hip, snaking up the band tee and drawing gentle circles along your hip bone. You shivered a bit, but it didn’t stop you from your work.

“I’m thinking a big statement piece. Right here.” You laughed a bit, pressing your entire hang right on his forearm. Seungcheol snickered a bit, his cheek still finding a comfortable resting spot on your head.

His curiosity was piqued. “Of?”

“I’m thinking flowers and skulls and blood and-.” Seungcheol’s laughter caused you to look up, a grin on your face as you watched him cover his mouth. He leaned back a bit, shaking his head. “Am I really that funny?” you asked, hand raising to his hair and stroking it a bit. Seungcheol looked at you, shaking his head in amusement. When he snorted, the sound that came from his nose made both of your drunken brains begin cackling in amusement.

“Are you kidding? I’m not getting blood on my arm.” He finally managed to get out after a fit of laughter. Despite this, you took his arm back into your grasp, the pen getting to work on designing this ‘statement piece’. “You’re wasting your time.”

“But think of how cool it’ll be!”

“I don’t want to.” Seungcheol smiled. His free hand rubbed gently along your side, finally giving in and allowing you to doodle. This one seemed to take the longest, and Seungcheol hummed. “This is taking forever. Imagine how long a professional will take.”

“Are you saying I’m not a professional?!” You didn’t look up, but your voice was very offended.

“No. You’re not. Also-.” He watched as your hand shook a bit, causing a line to curve and squiggle, the sight alone sending you into a fit of giggles. “You’re drunk.”

“Okay. You got me there.” You snorted. Halfway through, you seemed to get bored, because you picked the pen up and immediately turned towards Seungcheol, taking his other hand in your grasp. “Wha- Hey.”

“I already don’t like it.” You said, and Seungcheol smiled. He watched you brush against his skin a few times, along the already inked doodles, and finally settle the pen onto one untouched piece. “There. This one won’t take long at all.” Seungcheol nodded, watching as you got to work. This hand remained trapped at your side, his fingers tickling your skin right where he could touch. You gasped in surprise. “Hey!” You looked up at him only to be met with a grin. “Do you want me to do this nice, or not?”

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He said. You finally pulled your pen away, and Seungcheol was left face to face with a music staff. The staff had 2 little whole music notes on either side. In the middle were two other non-music note symbols. Both were hearts, interlocked together as they supported one another on the lines of the staff. He chuckled.

“Oh, this one looks like one I’d get.” He admitted. “Very nice.” You nodded, before leaning down and pressing a kiss on the skin right beside the music note. “Hm?” His eyebrow cocked, though an amused smile sat on his lips. You glanced up at him, taking another beer in your hand and sipping.

“I couldn’t help it…” you murmured shyly behind the rim of the bottle. In response, Seungcheol reached out when you were distracted by your beer, taking the pen back into his grasp. “I’ve got a few more. Your arm, please.” He hummed playfully, to which you reluctantly obliged. Seungcheol pulled you back into his chest, holding you there comfortably as he extended your arm out. The pen pressed against the skin right above your inner elbow, the sensation causing you to immediately retract.

“Aaaah, that tickles.” You squirmed.

“But it’ll look really cool. I’m thinking vines and flowers.” His reasoning in no way swayed you fully, but he still extended your arm and got to work.

The both of you sat like that for a little while longer, exchanging the pen and doodling the first thing that came to your mind on each other’s skin. You were one another’s canvases at that point, open to endless possibilities. Each time a new doodle was added, as you had been, you both ended it by planting a little kiss right beside it. Your author’s mark, it seemed. Before you knew it, a few beers and a few pens later, your arms were covered in decorative doodles. As you admired them, Seungcheol finished his last beer, a deep sigh escaping his lips. You looked over at him.

“I hope this comes off.” You said. He grinned.

“You’re worried about that now?” he asked. Leaning forward, he pulled you closer onto his lap, arms snaking around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck. Your hands loosely fell along his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his head and neck. “I think I drank too much.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Yeah?” you laughed a bit, and he only nodded in confirmation. Looking down, you took Seungcheol’s arm into your grasp one last time.

“You have more?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded, pressing the back of the pen against his cheek.

“Get a tattoo of your dimples.” You said. He grinned into the pen, his dimples poking out. “Perfect.” As if that somehow answered his question, you looked down at his arm, snaking down to his wrist. Taking the pen, you pressed the tip between the doodle of a drawn penguin and an even worse attempt – well more like four attempts – at drawing a perfect star. You began doodling. Seungcheol watched you, pulling away just a bit to give you the space you needed to sit comfortably as you drew. His wrist sat loosely in your hands, fingers wiggling each time the tip pressed against the sensitive parts of his wrist. “Almost done. Don’t be such a baby.”

Seungcheol pouted at his earlier comment being thrown back at him. “I am not.” He argued, but you only laughed at him. Upon further inspection, Seungcheol noticed what looked to be a steam being formed on his wrist, each line laying over where one of his veins might one day pop up. Once the lines were in place, your pen pressed back in again. Your view was upside down, so when your head tilted a bit to see better, Seungcheol had to laugh. Finally, you pulled the pen back. Seungcheol went to pull the picture to his face for a better view, but you stopped him quickly. “What?” he asked, eyebrow arched. You turned his wrist towards you one last time, pressing a kiss just above it, on the palm of his hand. He smiled a bit unable to control the trickle of red on his cheeks. “Oh.” He muttered sheepishly. Finally ready, he turned it towards himself. The fruit, he noticed.

“I like that one.” You said softly. Pressing your own wrist beside his, which was a bit smaller, you pointed. “I’ll get the same thing. We can get them colored in, maybe each cherry is a different shade of red. Something to tie them both together.” The fact that it was already planned out was amusing, if not touching, to Seungcheol. His finger brushed against the ink, a light smudge brushing against the steam and leaf portion.

“Where’d you think of this one?” he asked curiously.

“Cherry sounds like Cheolie.” You admitted, the verbalization of your thoughts only made your cheeks match the intended color of the fruit in question. “I don’t know. You don’t think it’s cheesy?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.” He laughed when his comment was rewarded with a playful shove. “It’s cute. I like it.”

“Okay. Good.” You seemed to remember at that moment that these were all drawn in pen, not professional tattoo ink. “Oh. Let me get my phone.” You got up from Seungcheol’s lap one more time, making him look over and follow your steps to the kitchen counter, where you had left your phone in exchange for the first few rounds of drinks. Scrambling back over, you knelt down and positioned Seungcheol’s wrist. “Hold still.” You said.

“Okay.” He watched as you snapped a few pictures of his wrist for the future. “If we did get there, we’d absolutely have to pick a different spot. Maybe my forearm.” You looked up at Seungcheol put his hands over his head, allowing his forearms to bulge out just a bit. He traced the place he was thinking with his other hand, your eyes following the stunning muscle very carefully. Very carefully. Seungcheol immediately noticed how quiet you went, and it made him grin. “Deal?” he asked.

“Uh. Okay.”

“You have no idea what I said.” He smirked.

“Yes, I do!” You gasped, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I could have just had you agree to get a tattoo of me on your forehead and you would have said yes. You were so focused.” Seungcheol, cockiness starting to return, flexed his forearms once again. You groaned, covering your face in your hands as Seungcheol laughed. “You’re too funny.” He said. Two fingers spread apart, allowing your eyes to appear enough to look up at Seungcheol, who was still grinning like an idiot at how flustered he had made you. Finally setting his arms down, he reached forward and pressed a little kiss to your head. You pouted, but the kind gesture made you melt into his touch a bit more, nestling closer. He chuckled in amusement. For the first time since the both of you made your home on the floor, silence filled the area, both of you just taking a second to enjoy each other’s company.

Seungcheol’s lips pulled from your forehead, just barely, as you could still feel the breath tickle your forehead. Your eyes darted up just as you heard him mumble: “I think I really love you.”

“Cheol…” you breathed softly, looking up at him. “Come on.” Those words tugged at your heartstrings.

“I’m serious.” He said. “Dead serious.”

“Heh…” You smiled a bit as Cheol’s hands gripped your waist, fear in his touch that you would get up and leave. However, you only scooted closer, brushing hair from his face. Seungcheol looked down at you, his glazed and slightly drunk eyes shaking as they studied your face. “I love you too.” You breathed. “Just promise you’ll tell me again when you’re sober, okay?”

A deep chuckle, followed by: “Okay.” And a swift dip of his neck to offer you a kiss. You immediately returned it, both of your bodies melting together. Your hands snaked up to his neck, gripping it in an attempt to pull your closer to you so that you could never forget this moment even after your mind sobered up a bit. Seungcheol seemed to have the same idea, pulling you close to him by clinging to your waist.

When your hands slipped down to his chest, thumbs rubbing light circles right under his collarbones, Seungcheol pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. He took a second, both of you catching your breath before he spoke. “Want to see which of these things washes off first?” he asked. You nodded, smiling. Seungcheol grinned, standing up. Just as you got to your feet, Seungcheol pulled you close. His arms wrapped just under your butt, and you shrieked as he hoisted you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist for support. It didn’t help much, as he staggered a bit in hopes of steadying himself. “Are you sure you’re sober enough for this?” you asked, looking down at him. “Uh, no.” he hummed, before spinning around and making his way into the bathroom.

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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.”

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thepixelelf · 3 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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alohajun · 1 year

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♡ MY PILLOW — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yay! let's go!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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duhnova · 1 year

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brightest star in the night sky | choi seungcheol

synopsis. freshly widowed seungcheol has to tell his daughter that mommy isn’t coming back but she can always find her amongst the night sky.

word count: 743

warning(s): angst, mentions of a funeral, set in a graveyard/ at a grave sight, loss of a parent (mother), mentions of death, crying. - don’t mind grammatical errors and typos (i quite literally wrote this will crying)

this was very self indulgent for me as i got hit with a big wave of grief over the loss of my mother.. i lost her a long time ago so it’s nothing new but some nights are hard, especially when the stars are extra bright.. anyways i hope that others can find some solace in this work and just remember that you’re not alone and it’s ok to still grieve years (and decades) later - there is no bounds to getting over the loss of someone you love and care about.

“papa.” the little girl squeezes seungcheols finger.

“yes baby?” he tries to clear his throat as much as possible after sobbing his heart out.

“is mommy coming back?” she looks down at the freshly dug patch of dirt, the reality and weight of what just happened not fully comprehending in her four year old mind.

“i don’t think so.” seungcheol sniffs, his eyes burning again with tears.

“why not?” his daughter finally looks up at him.

“well.. because she’s taking a nap.” he looks at her with his bloodshot eyes.

“but you wake up from naps silly!” she smiles up at him, giggling quietly at what she assumed was a joke.

“think of this one as a forever nap.” he gives her a pained smile.

“what’s a forever nap?” her head tilts, giving her the air of an innocent puppy.

“it’s when you don’t wake up.” seungcheol rips his eyes off his daughter to stare at where his wife laid six feet under:

“so.. mommy is never waking up “ her voice trails off a little, something clicking in her mind that she’d never see her mother again.

“i’m sorry baby.” his voice cracks as he swallows back a sob.

“but why? why isn’t she waking up? what happened to her?” she sounded so confused, and hurt - about what? she couldn’t put her finger on it but all these unknown emotions were making tears fill up her eyes.

“i don’t.. i don’t know how to answer any of your questions baby i’m sorry.” he finally broke, an onslaught of tears spilling out his eyes as he bites his lip to keep back all the ugly sounds he wanted to make.

“i want mommy to wake up daddy.” a tear finally fell from her eyes.

“i do too.” his breathing was shaky as forces out coherent answers.

“why won’t she wake up? does she not want to be with us anymore?”her little voice shakes as more tears begin to fall.

“no.. no baby, that’s not it.. mommy just wasn't feeling well and so she had to go away so she wouldn’t be in pain anymore.” seungcheol picked up his crying daughter, allowing her to cling to him as she expelled all her emotions.

“but i.. want her.. to be here.. with us.” she hiccups in between her sobs, her little hands fisting in the fabric of his jacket as she tries to calm herself down enough to speak.

“she’ll always be here baby, everywhere you go she’s there.. look in the flowers that bloom and the sun that shines.” he pushes her hair out of her face before wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop.

“what about.. at night?” she takes in a deep breath, finding comfort in the way seungcheol began to gently sway them, his own tears slowing down as he watched his daughter (that looked so much like her mother) work on managing her own.

“she’s always there at night. just look up into the sky and the brightest star you see is her looking over you.” he sniffles before giving her a gentle smile.

“if it twinkles, is that her saying hello?” she wipes at some of the tears that were working on staining his cheeks causing him to laugh quietly (and a little brokenly).

“i think it is.” he smiles through his pain, his eyes still glassy from the tears that didn’t escape yet.

“i’ll make sure to wave back at her then.” she snuggles quietly before leaning down to wipe her nose on his jacket, a louder and more solid laugh leaving him.

“i think she’ll like that.” he wraps one of his arms around her back to hold her in a tight hug, whispering about how he’ll wave with her.

“can we go to mommy’s favorite restaurant for dinner tonight?” she whispers into his shoulder.

“of course we can, baby.” seungcheol fights back another wave of tears as he wills himself to finally walk away from the grave. “we can go to all her favorite places if you want.”

“i’d like that,” she mumbles before peeking over his shoulder, watching the dirt patch get smaller in the distance. “bye mommy.. see you tonight.” she whispers into the wind, waving her little hand gently. seungcheol could feel his body shake a little as he swallowed back his tears, promising himself he’d stay strong for the rest of the night so that his daughter had someone to rely on.

#svthub #scoups angst #s.coups angst #seungcheol angst #seventeen angst #scoups imagines #s.coups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seventeen imagines

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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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wnwoolvr · 2 months

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insecurities s.coups

-fem implied reader, plus sized reader.

-cw: mentions of body image, slightly suggestive, (lmk if i missed something!!!)

Today, sungcheol and you had decided to go on a date, since it had been forever you guys had time together because of your opposing schedules.

you guys had decided to go to a popular restaurant you had found on instagram, and cheol was up for anything you wanted to do.

You stood in front your full length mirror, staring at your outfit. not quite sure what was wrong, but something looked off, could it have been the stomach pudge being accentuated by the dress? or could it have been the wide shoulders ? the more you stood there the more you could point out flaws and hate it even more.

sungcheol sat in the living room waiting for you to be done, it was 2 minutes past your reservation time, and he liked being on time, so he headed upstairs to check on you.

“pretty, you almost done? we’re gonna miss reservations..” he said leaning on the door frame admiring how pretty you looked in the dress, “just give me a minute. does this look okay?” you say turning to him, “i think you look gorgeous baby” he said softly walking up to you.

“i think i just look really…ugly. i feel insecure right now” you say in defeat, sungcheol turns you to the mirror, his hands coming around your waist to rest infront of you, “i think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, the prettiest, the sweetest, the loveliest” he said making you giggle, “but seriously, you look beautiful, and you may not see it but i see it, you are always gorgeous in my eyes, and i’ll remind you of that every day.” he said lovingly giving your cheek a light peck.

you were over the moon knowing your boyfriend loved and appreciated you so much, you had no words but all you could have did was smile. “how about i show you how beautiful i think you are? hm?” he said kissing your neck, “wait our reservations..” you said while not pulling away from him, “what about them?” he said pulling you to the bed with a smile…

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🌷woooooo i’ve been gone for so long 🥲 how was it? should i make a 18+ part 2 ? my inbox is open pls send requests !! im happy to write anything 🤗🤗

#svt fluff #svt x reader #kpop imagines #s.coups #s.coups x reader #s.coups fluff #choi seungcheol #s.coups smut #s.coups imagines

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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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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