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Feeling Better– Seungcheol x Reader

Hi, all! Thank you for all the love on the Woozi fic I posted a few weeks back. I wanted to introduce myself briefly! My name’s Lily (she/her) and I love to self-indulge with writing sometimes. Here is some Seungcheol comfort and the rest of the boys being cuties for everyone :) Let me know if you have any ideas you’d like to see!

Warnings: being sick, alluding very vaguely to throwing up 

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Ever the confident, sure of himself, optimistic, and resourceful, Seungcheol projected himself as calm and collected to his members, his coworkers, and to you. It was one of the things that had initially drawn you to him. He was a constant steadying force in your life, even when he was feeling anxious and overwhelmed himself. As a leader, he always tried to keep his worries to himself in order to take care of the other guys. They almost never saw him shook up, although there were some exceptions, especially when it came to you.

It was a Monday and the guys had come in early to run some choreography. Seungcheol had noticed you’d been a bit off over the weekend, not your normal self. You had said you felt a little under the weather, but nothing too bad. When Monday morning rolled around, however, Cheol could tell something was wrong. “Babe,” he nudged your knee slightly under your shared covers while you looked over emails on your phone, “are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to see if I can stay home?” 

“No, no, I’m fine it’s just a stomach ache,” you grimaced a bit, pausing in typing out an email response to a coworker. Seungcheol sighed, placing a hand on your head and smoothing down you hair, unconvinced. “Okay, stay in bed for a bit,” he mumbled, reluctantly leaving your bed to get ready for practice. A few minutes later he walked back into your bedroom, a glass of water for you in hand. You hadn’t moved much from the position he left you in, but your hands were pressed into your brow and your head was bent downward. Hearing him walk in, you looked up and met his gaze. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital? You know I don’t mind being late,” he raised his eyebrows at you, moving to set the water on your bedside table. “I’m fine I just didn’t sleep well,” you said, quickly adding, “I have work to do, shoo” and reaching out to push him towards the door playfully. He holds onto your outstretched hand, though. “Try to eat something and call me if you need anything,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair before heading out for the day.

A couple hours later, Seungcheol and the other guys were still running choreography, all the details taking a little longer than expected. A secretary popped their head into the room, looking around for Seungcheol. When he meets his eyes Cheol makes his way across the room to him, a little confused at the interruption. “Sorry to interrupt, I have a ‘Y/N’ in the lobby for Seungcheol?” the man asks, keeping his voice low. Despite the effort, all the member’s heads snap to the door– you never make such a formal entrance. Dokyeom almost starts to laugh before seeing all of the color drain out of Cheol’s face and his back stiffen. His mind jumped immediately trying to work through why you didn’t just call, if you were okay, feeling guilty for not insisting he stayed home with you. He knew you wouldn’t just show up unannounced unless something was really wrong. All twelve of the other men felt his shift in mood, but Jeonghan spoke first, reaching out to grab his elbow, “is everything okay?” Cheol’s eyes shifted to Jeonghan’s, noticeably panicked, “she was sick this morning but seemed okay when I left, I don’t know if-” 

“I’m sure she’s okay, hyung,” Wonwoo interrupted him, noticing Cheol’s volume raise as he kept talking. He turned back to the secretary, still waiting in the doorway and looking incredibly unsure of what to do, “Could you bring her up, please?” he asked before walking over to Cheol’s stuff and grabbing his water bottle for him. A hush had fallen over the room– the guys didn’t have much experience comforting a shook-up Seungcheol. “Hyung, she was sick?” Dokyeom asked, “I’m sure she just doesn’t feel good and missed you!” he laughed slightly, trying to raise the mood. The guys nodded, agreeing and throwing “don’t worries” his way as they went to grab their phones or water, gladly accepting the impromptu break. 

A knock on the door signaled your arrival a few moments later, the secretary opening the door for you and quickly retreating as you thanked him quietly. “Y/N-ah” Seungkwan called out quietly in greeting, earning a glare from Jeonghan. Seungcheol took a couple big, rushed steps towards you. You were in the comfiest sweatpants and hoodie you could find, the hood pushed up over your unbrushed hair and makeup-less face, and just your phone and keys in your front pocket. Cheol’s left hand found your shoulder, his right pushing the hood off of you and cradling the back of your head. You give him a futile smile, knowing before you even started shifting your face that it won’t convince him. “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” he whispered, lowering his head slightly to meet your tired eyes. You looked down, avoiding his eyes out of embarrassment for interrupting his and all the other guys’ work . “I’m sorry,” you started, feeling Cheol automatically tighten his grip on you, “I feel awful and I haven’t been keeping anything down and I’m afraid I’m gonna get dehydrated. I wasn’t sure I should go to the hospital so I thought maybe I could see one of the medics here?” Cheol had brought you to one of them once before when you’d twisted your ankle badly in a pair of heels. He could see how uncomfortable you were, heart breaking a bit knowing you felt so crappy. He pulled you into his chest, hand still holding the back of your head protectively. “Why didn’t you call?” he mumbled, “You know you can always call.” 

“I know,” you said into his chest, “but I thought you would be in a meeting by now and I figured having you excuse yourself for a minute would be more professional than having your phone go off.” Despite his nerves still calming down from the panic he felt a few minutes ago, he let out a broken laugh. “You’re so funny, you think too much.”

As he lets you out of his embrace, Jeonghan extends a water bottle to your side, “here you go, Y/N- ah.” You smile up at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes involuntarily. Both men notice, Seungcheol concerned and Jeonghan smiling at your sudden emotion, “are you okay?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so tired and I really don’t feel good. I cry easily when I’m sick,” you sniffle, trying to push your tears back and letting out a choked giggle. Seungkwan and Dokyeom let out audible “aww’s” at you from across the room, making you laugh a little more. “Okay, you, let’s get you to the medic,” Seungcheol wraps a protective hand around your waist and steers you out of the room. “I’ll be back,” he says, followed by your rushed “I’m so sorry, guys” before you’re ushered into the hallway. 

Fifteen or so minutes later, you try your best to sneak back into the practice room, Seungcheol holding your hand behind your back and following you in. You stand against the edge of the room for a minute before he lead you towards his bag on the other side of the room, letting you sit down next to his stuff and handing you your half empty water bottle. The guys were all focused on going over a particularly intricate hand movement, but stop when Cheol walks over to join them, looking at him expectantly for an update. “They gave her an IV for hydration. She’s gonna hang out until we’re done and then I’m taking her home.” The guys’ eyes shift to you, your back leaned up against the mirrored wall and head tucked far into your hoodie. “I’m sorry!” you say to the room, a whine in your voice to indicate that you feel horrible about your interruption. They shush you, Seungkwan rolling his eyes playfully, “as if we don’t love having you here no matter what, Y/N.” You smile up at them from the floor, eyes meeting Cheol’s and finally feeling a little better.

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Comfy? - Woozi x Reader

To be honest, Jihoon didn’t think he’d feel this relaxed in this position, in this place, ever. When you’d stumbled into the studio after a long day and sat down next to him on the couch to go over your morning in excruciating, yet still somehow adorable, detail, he’d pulled one of your hips onto his lap, your legs hanging diagonal across his. As you got farther into your story, your left arm shifted to rest against the back of the couch so that your hand could find its way into his hair. The affection was not unfamiliar, but he’d been known to be on edge when it was just the two of you in the studio together.

You had become almost immediately comfortable with Jihoon’s other members, playing into their jokes and antics as much as possible in an attempt to get them to like you. It was silly, looking back on how nervous you were to meet them as “the girlfriend,” because you fit in perfectly. Jihoon, however, was cautious when you were around them, being both less affectionate and more reserved than you were. Even from just being around the group dynamic for a couple hours, you could tell that the teasing would be relentless, and Jihoon was well aware that being on top of each other in front of them would be brought up at every opportunity. 

A few weeks after your official meeting with all of the members as a group, Seokmin had walked into the studio while you were visiting Jihoon. You’d had both your legs across his lap, his hands resting on your ankles while he went over his schedule with you. When Seokmin walked through the doorway, Jihoon practically threw your legs off of him, jumping up to ask what he needed. Seokmin had widened his eyes at the overreaction, confused about why Jihoon was acting so nervous, and made eye contact with you still on the couch, both of you trying your best to suppress laughter. Later that day, Seokmin described the interaction in detail to the guys, claiming that Jihoon had acted as if he’d walked in on you having sex. You laughed along with them, taking part in the teasing as much as seemed fair to Jihoon, who claimed he was “just startled.” You weren’t offended- if anything you understood his reservations about having his girlfriend coming to see him at work, but you could tell he felt bad about the whole situation. 

As time went on and you became a bigger part of all of their lives, he grew increasingly comfortable with showing you affection around the other members. A brief kiss pressed to your cheek on your way out, his left arm around your waist while you asked Mingyu how he’d been recently, folding his head into your shoulder while laughing particularly hard at something Seungkwan said. You noticed him easing up of course, it was hard not to when even eye contact with him made your stomach flutter, but you didn’t want to mention it in case he became hyperaware and stopped altogether. 

When you trudged your way through the building that afternoon with barely six hours of sleep and your second cup of coffee in hand, all you could think about was emptying your brain out to Jihoon. Sitting next to him on the couch in the dimmed studio, you barely registered him reaching below your knee and pulling your left leg over his. You were still so consumed in sharing the details of your busy morning when Jeonghan poked his head into the room to ask Jihoon if they were still recording later on that you forgot that half your body was on top of him. You dropped your fingers from his hair and went to pull yourself off of him, but Jihoon kept his hand on your knee, holding you in place without looking away from Jeonghan, reassuring him that recording was still on the schedule. Jeonghan nodded, “sounds good,” before looking over to you with a small smile and a quiet “hi, y/n,” before ducking back out into the hallway. Jihoon turned back to you after the door closed, hand still running over your knee, raising his eyebrows to signal for you to keep going with your story. You didn’t, instead matching his expression and smiling. “What?” he questions, set back by your teasing expression. You look down at his hand still on your leg, then nod towards the door Jeonghan had just exited in reference to the interaction. “Comfy?” you ask, smiling wider and raising your voice a bit. “Shut up,” he mumbles, moving his hand to reach behind him for a pillow and tossing it lightly at you. You feign shock and horror, widening your eyes and dropping your jaw, tackling him onto the couch. 

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