#SANG-CHEOL'S WHAT

[andaniellight]

Art that has similar vibe as Lullaby Waltz by sushi tuesdays to me

Also, this is me for like ten minutes upon seeing this fanart btw:

fanart of @andaniellight's fanfic Honestly

[andaniellight]

Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?

백설공주에게 죽음을 | Black Out (2024) - Ep. 6 // "I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun", Erin Slaughter // "Snow and Dirty Rain", Richard Siken // Nitya Prakash

[existingingrey]

[aeristudios]

Toxic

ᯓ★𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It doesn't matter who Seungcheol is with: He will always be yours.

ᯓ★𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex boyfriend!Seungcheol x reader

ᯓ★𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pwp, exes to fwb, 18+

ᯓ★𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking, cursing (the least of your worries tbh lol), cheating, outside sex/exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), clit stimulation, dirty talk, pet names, cream pie (im not gonna hold you, one position idk what to call it lol), they are both toxic I'm ngl

ᯓ★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.1K

ᯓ★𝐀𝐍: Idk man. Cheol really got it going on. Thank you @lovetaroandtaemin for looking at this for me at the last minute. This is probably the first time I have been inspired to write something and finish it in a day lol.

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You knew this was a bad idea. You had no business texting Seungcheol in the middle of Seungkwan’s party that you were both at, especially while he was sitting next to his girlfriend. Unfortunately for you, he looked good as hell, wearing those gold-rimmed glasses that you liked and his usual black shirt and grey sweats combo. You were nothing short of turned on and didn’t mind being the toxic ex for the night.

 Fuck it, we ball, right? 

You smirked as you pressed send, sipping your lemonade and white tequila. The bravado flowed through your body as you looked across the room, waiting to see his reaction as he slid his screen up. His girlfriend, some cherry-picking girl he met while visiting his parents, looked away at the perfect time as he read your text, biting the bottom of his lip. His eyes searched the room until he saw you, a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he mouthed one word to you: Really?

You shrugged, feeling confident that you got his attention, and turned your attention to your best friend Seungkwan, who told a story that you were zoning in and out. This isn’t your first song and dance with Seungcheol. He’s the ex that you can’t stand to be around but can’t stop yourself from being underneath, either. He’s intoxicating, addictive, and, to be frank, the best sex of your life. You two can only stop fighting when he is either fucking you into the mattress or if you’re sitting on his face. Call it toxic, sure, but you love every second of it. 

“What are you drinking there?” Vernon grabbed a stool and sat next to you, a red cup in hand. 

“Just my usual pink lemonade and Patron,” you raised your cup.”You want me to make you what I got?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

You slid off your stool, your skirt accidentally rising up your legs as you walked to the other side of the table, mixing your usual concoction with a side of lemon. You gazed at Seungcheol again, who was entertaining whatever conversation his girlfriend was having as she sat on his lap. Jealousy consumed you as you watched his hands caress her legs, his chin resting perfectly on her shoulder as if he were the boyfriend of the year. You may not want to be with Suengcheol, but that doesn’t mean you want him with anyone else, either. He’s yours until you say otherwise. Possessive, you know, but you don’t care. 

“Here, Vern,” you handed him his drink. “I made my best one just for you.” 

“Aw, you shouldn’t have,” he replied. “You don’t have a crush on me now, do you?”

You cock an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. “You wish.” 

“Uh-huh.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, took another sip of your drink, and scoped out the scene in the kitchen. Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Seokmin decided it was time for drunk karaoke as they belted their hearts out to some songs playing on the stereo. Cheers and wallops filled the kitchen, and you even sang with them for a bit, temporarily taking your mind off Seungcheol as you enjoyed the good vibes. Your voice cracked and croaked, but you didn’t care; you wanted to have a good time.

Over an hour later, your throat was dry and tired, and you bowed playfully as you stepped outside with bottled water, needing some fresh air. Sitting on one of the swing chairs, you pulled your buzzing phone out of your pocket, reading three messages from Seungcheol: 

“Wya?”

“?”

“???”

You snickered and typed a response, about to press send, when the crunch of leaves followed by a person's figure came from behind you, his wooden cologne greeting you before he did. 

“Seungcheol,” you remarked, crossing your legs. 

“You don’t know how to answer your phone now?” He was slightly irritated. 

“I’m afraid I don’t,” you reply sarcastically, leaning back against the seat. “I’m surprised you’re still here.” 

“Why?”

“I thought you would’ve left with Little Bo Peep over there.” 

“You’re a brat.”

You shrugged. “I know.”

You earned a chuckle from him, and you joined in, patting down the seat for him to sit next to you. The air shifted between you two, going from light to heavy with sexual tension. The thought of the last time you were together, when he had you bent over his counter, his fingernails digging in your hips as he fucked you from behind, brought desire into your heart and jolts of excitement in between your legs. Looking around, you notice the only light that can be seen is from the full moon, and it’s hidden behind tall oak trees that give you enough privacy… enough to…

“So, about that text,” he said, getting straight to the point. “That was very bold of you.”

“Well, yes,” you replied, smirking as you looked at him. “I want what I want.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “Did you want her to see it?”

You turned to him slightly, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he said bluntly. “Did you want her to see the text?”

You keep a good poker face, but you are annoyed. Seungcheol can read you well, and when you shifted your seat, his gaze became too intense to handle. "And what if I did?"

“Hmm,” his voice trailed off. “I never thought I’d see the day where you’d get jealous.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, your eyes flashing with anger. “The fuck do I have to be jealous of?”

Your irritation knew no bounds, and you knew you had to get away. You would never admit that envy burned at you when you saw Seugncheol and his little lamb of a girlfriend together. She was starting to integrate into your friend circle, and you hated it. It reminded you of the main point of why you kept breaking up after you soon got back together: he refused to commit to you, but he had no problem with doing it with someone else. 

You suddenly got up and dusted off your legs, leaving your water on the seat and making your way back to the house. “Have a good night, Cheol,” you called out. 

You were halfway to the door when heavy footsteps were heard from behind you, followed by a pull of your arm as you were dragged behind a tree. Seungcheol’s hands grabbed your face as he placed a desperate kiss on your lips, making your knees buckle.

“You are so annoying,” you mutter, tugging at his hair. 

“You love me,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Whatever.” 

His tongue invaded your mouth as his hands hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. His index finger found your clit and rubbed it softly, a sweet moan escaping your lips. He smirked against your skin as he started sucking on your neck, nipping at you softly as he trailed to your collarbone. 

“God, you smell so good,” he spoke as if under a spell. “You’re perfect. I couldn’t leave you alone if I tried.” 

Not giving you any time to respond, he suddenly dropped down, his face facing your core as he pulled off your panties and shoved them in his pocket. Hiking your leg up, his tongue swiped at your core, earning a long, guttural moan from you as you braced yourself on the tree. You felt filthy and so alive, listening to him feast happily on your pussy while you babbled incoherently, tension building as you softly rode his face.

“Feels good,”  you mumbled, pulling his hair tighter. 

“I know, baby,” he breathed against your thigh. 

“W-we don’t have a lot of time,” you barely breathed out. “Somebody will come looking for us.” 

“What if I said I didn’t care?”

The thought of being caught should’ve scared you and made you feel ashamed, but instead, it set you ablaze. Fire and desire were all you could see, and you wanted him even more. “Show me how much you don’t care, then.” 

Seungcheol left one lasting kiss on your nub before shoving down his sweats, revealing his thick cock already dripping with precum. You watched him rub it on his shaft, your mouth salivating as you watched him lubricate himself, tiny veins popping out on his length. You’ve never told him this, but you’ve always thought he had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It’s clean and thick, and you love the way it fits in your mouth. 

Seungcheol kissed you again, lifting up your leg as he lined up to your entrance, entering you slowly. 

You threw him a puzzled look. “You don’t want me to—”

“N-No,” he sputtered as he filled you up. “You might have had a point about there not being enough time.”

You laughed softly as he pulled out and, without warning, snapped into you, grabbing the back of your neck. His eyes penetrated yours as he fucked you deeply, your walls clenching around him as he hit every spot. He looked desperate and in love, his low groans spilling out of that beautiful mouth of his.  

“Fuck,” you cried out. 

“Shhh,” his lips pressed against yours. “They’ll hear us.” 

“I don’t care.” 

You felt tingling in your core, a dam ready to break as he continued to fuck you hard against the tree, whispering nasty things in your ear. You begged for more, goading him to fuck you harder until he sent your body falling over a cliff into a pile of ecstasy. You felt hazy, riding out a high as Seungcheol fucked you through your orgasm, his pace sloppy as he reached his peak. 

“It’s okay,” you nodded. “Cum inside of me.” 

You were already on birth control, and you didn’t mind being filled with a load. It was a pleasure to see his eyes roll back as he emptied himself inside of you, his warm breath against your skin as he slowly came down from cloud nine. He stilled until he was completely empty, kissing your forehead while he pulled out of you slowly, a long, sticky, messy following after. 

“That was…”

“I know.” 

You adjusted your skirt, the adrenaline wearing off, and now feeling the implant of tree bark on your butt. You did your best to make yourself look normal sans the missing panties. 

“I need my panties,” you reached out your hand. 

“Do you?” Seungcheol asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Yes..?” You stated the obvious. “I would like to prevent as much cum as I can from running down my leg.” 

“Hmm, maybe I would like to see that.” 

You pinched his shoulder and grabbed your panties from his left pocket, shoving them on and flattening your skirt one last time. You looked at the back door, the party still in full swing as everyone had moved into the living room. “I’ll go first, and you can come in a few minutes, okay?” 

He nodded, and you walked back to the house, slipping in quietly from the backdoor. You poured yourself another drink, swirling it slowly before drinking it, taking it all in. True to his word, Seungcheol comes in a few moments later from the front door, sneaking into the bathroom for a few minutes and then coming out to greet his girlfriend. She looked at him puppy-eyed and in love, and all you could do was laugh. If only she knew. 

“Hey, there you are!” Seungkwan exclaimed as he waltzed into the kitchen with a bowl of chips. “You disappeared on us.” 

“Sorry, I needed a bit of air.” 

“Ah, it’s okay, friend,” he twirled around, almost running into the refrigerator. “Are you staying in the spare room again?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “I brought a change of clothes.” 

You attempted to take another sip of your lemonade before realizing it was all gone. Moving to grab another bottle, Seungkwan suddenly moved closer to you, inspecting your neck.

“What is that?” He asked loudly. “Is that a h—”

“Shhh!” you pinched him. “Do you want to announce it to the whole party?”

“Wait,” he lowered his voice. “You and Cheol were gone for a long time. Oh, please don’t tell me you’re at it again.” 

“Fine,” you shrugged. “I won’t tell you.” 

“While his girlfriend is here?!” Seungkwan gasped. “You are so bad… Tell me everything later.” 

You nodded as he returned to the living room, and you were left alone to make your last drink before joining everyone. The party went on for another hour before people started leaving, Vernon and Seungcheol were among the last people to leave. You hugged Vernon by and attempted to nod curtly at Seungcheol before he pulled you into a hug. 

“I’ll text you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Okay.” 

Maybe you don’t hate him… you might even love him still. But one thing you know for sure: this is far from over. 

[wooskirbyplushie]

Make It To The Morning ~ Choi Seungcheol

✰ Choi Seungcheol x Reader

✰ Description: You meet up with an old friend on a night out with your girls, and he seems intent on making sure you end your night with a bang..

✰ Word Count: 3.4k

✰ Warnings: drinking, cussing, pet names, female!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it !), driving under the influence (yea don't do this)

✰ Italics are used for inner thoughts, bold italic is to emphasize words

✰ a/n: Hey guyssss, back again. Currently still working on the next chapter of Our Little Secret, so in the mean time here's a little short I wrote a while back! Eventually I'll have an actually masterlist but for now my other fics/shorts are listed right under here if you wanna go check those out. As always, dividers used are by @cafekitsune so go check them out!

Our Little Secret ~ K.HJ | Not So Sober Nights ~ Kang Yeosang

It was a saturday night, and instead of your usual routine of laying around your room watching dramas and eating junk food, your friends dragged you to a club. You didn’t hate clubbing, it’s just the idea of too many people pressed up against each other in one place wasn’t very appealing to you.

But tonight you had a slight change of heart. You put on a skin tight dress that showed off all the right places, and threw on a pair of heels to match. A bit of light makeup and a few accessories tied the look together, and soon your friends were at your front door to pick you up for the night ahead. 

When you all arrived, the club was packed with the music so loud that you could feel the bass in your chest. There was a slight aroma of weed and flavored hooka coming from the vip sections, and flashing lights that should’ve come with an epilepsy warning. But of course it didn’t take long for your friends to grab you and drag you to the bar to get a drink before you could even think about turning around and leaving. 

One round of shots turned into three, and one drink turned into two and a half, as you were still working on the other half while you were on the dance floor. The liquor got you loosened up, but it didn’t get you any further than tipsy considering you could down 7 drinks and still walk in a straight line. But the drinks did have you bumping and grinding against your friends on the dance floor, drink still in hand. 

After a few minutes of dancing with your eyes closed, taking in every beat and melody, you felt a figure on your backside and eventually felt a hand rest on your waist. They were too tall to be one of your girl friends so who could-

“Now who managed to drag you out of the house on a saturday night and who let you out looking this good hm?”

Hearing the voice in your ear made you calm down a bit as you threw your head back and rested it against the person’s chest, smiled, and locked eyes with them. 

“Hi Cheollll” you sang out just loud enough for him to hear over the music. You and Seungcheol had a very… complicated relationship to say the least. You had hooked up and went on a few dates here and there but never really talked about what it was, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. He gave you whatever you were looking for in the moment and that’s all you really wanted. 

You both danced against each other for a while; rather, you danced against him while both of his hands followed the rhythm of you waist and he left the occasional kiss on your neck. You could feel he was turned on as he pressed against you.

Eventually, he turned you around to face him and took your now empty drink out of your hand. “Can we get another drink cheolie?” You asked with big brown eyes that no one could say no to. Well except Seungcheol apparently because he didn’t budge. 

“No ma’am, I think you’ve had enough tonight” Cheol started off before smirking and leaning towards your ear. “Plus I want you to be sober enough to remember what we do later okay?”

Now whether you were blushing because of the liquor or the image of what could possibly happen later, you weren’t sure. but you were sure that the smell of whiskey on Cheol’s breath mixed with the scent of his cologne was a dangerous combination for you. Your legs were getting weak and he needed to carry you to his bed immediately. 

“You wanna tell your friends I’m taking you home or should I baby?” 

You could text them later.

****

Before you knew it, Cheol was grabbing your wrist and leading you to the back door of the club. He always parked his car out back with the employees since he was cool with the owners, and did not want to take the chance of his car getting stolen or broken into. 

On your way out, you passed by the bar and a vip section where you happened to see your friends flirting with some guys, too distracted to see you sneaking out- or blatantly leaving - with the guy they hated so much. 

Once you reached the door, a brisk breeze hit your face, reminding you that it really wasn’t spring time yet. But because you chose to be cute and not smart, your jacket was still in your friend’s car, leaving you to shiver at the temperature. Cheol took notice of this and took his jacket off of his shoulders and placed it on your own. Was it light? Yes, but it was better than nothing. 

“Oh uh. Thanks.” You mumbled quietly, hoping you didn’t get caught eyeing the way his t-shirt complimented his muscles. Did he not understand you were insane??

“Of course princess.” Cheol replied, putting emphasis on his last word. You weren’t big on pet names, but something about the way he called you princess made you blush every time. 

Suddenly yall came to a stop in front of a black car, a mercedes to be exact. Weird, I thought he had a white ca- 

“Like the new wheels? Got her last week” Cheol said smugly when he noticed you looking at the unfamiliar car. You simply nodded and said it matched his style: expensive and arrogant. 

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him by your waist, that cologne intoxicating the way it filled your nostrils. The last thing you were expecting was for this man to pick you up and sit you on the trunk of the car. 

“Seungcheol! Someone could see us let’s just go to your place.” You protested although you weren’t completely against the idea of fucking him in or on the car. What? You had questionable morals. 

“We will in due time baby,” Cheol started before leaving a kiss on your temple. “Think of this as an appetizer before the main course, okay?” You couldn’t get out another protest before his lips were on yours. Slightly chapped per usual, but god they felt like heaven. He hummed into the kiss while your tongues clashed with each other, the taste of peach liquor on your breath turning him on even more. His hands starting to travel up the sides of your thighs as you kept going.

He had your body so hot that you almost forgot about it being 40 degrees outside until the wind started blowing again. You shivered slightly, breaking from the kiss and lowering your head in embarrassment. “Can we go to your place now Cheolie..?” He complied and helped you off the car after another quick kiss, followed by him opening the passenger door for you. 

****

Once you got to Cheol’s house, he parked and walked to your side of the car where he scolded you for opening your door yourself. You insisted it wasn’t a big deal, to which he picked you up bridal style and carried you into his house. Feeling your cheeks get hot again, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. 

You finally made it to the bedroom after what seemed like an eternity, Cheol sitting you down on his King sized bed before turning to close and lock his door. He walked back over, looking you up and down before getting on his knees in front of you. 

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are? Or how good you look wearing my clothes?” He inquired while helping you get your heels off. You had completely forgot about the jacket, but at this point, you just wanted him to stop being a tease and take it off of you. “Maybe once or five times…” you replied back, eyes watching his every move. 

“Only five? I gotta do better then huh gorgeous?” He said before leaving kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles. You threw your head back slightly and Cheol watched your reactions through his eyelashes. “Seungcheol can you stop being a tease for christ sake” you whined. 

He climbed on top of you, sliding his jacket off your shoulders. 

“Want me to fuck you that bad?”

Well. Yes! “Duh.”

“Then take your dress off”

“Only if you take your pants off”

Cheol smirked and stood back up, undoing his belt. “Yes ma’am”

One thing led to another, and your clothes were in a pile on the floor, leaving both of you in nothing but your underwear. You couldn’t help but stare at Seungcheol’s body, I mean you had seen it multiple times but it always surprised you how defined and prominent his muscles were. And no matter how many times you ended up in this scenario with him, you always got shy and tried to cover up. 

He climbed onto the bed next to you, and pulled you into his lap with a swift action. He had you in a position where you were straddling him, your body getting accustomed a bit too quickly. “Why are you acting like I haven’t seen your body a million times over princess?” Cheol placed a kiss on your shoulder, his hand caressing the small of your back. “That’s exactly why… You probably know my body better than I do at this point.” You replied in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. 

His fingers toyed with the strap of your bra before placing them under your chin, lifting your head just enough for you to make eye contact with him. God his eyes were dangerous. “How about we prove that theory then, huh princess?” Cheol said before crashing his lips into yours. Just like before, you could still taste the liquor on his breath, his tongue going against your bottom lip to ask for just a bit more from you. You obliged and parted your lips just enough for Cheol to slip his tongue in. 

You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, as one was tugging at the bottom part of his hair, the other holding on to his shoulder to keep your balance while you would grind against him, arousal growing with every movement. Coming up for air, Cheol broke away from the kiss to leave kisses and small bite marks on your chest. 

“Cheol you.. you know how I am about hickeys…” you managed out, head in the clouds, dizzy with pleasure. But he wasn’t letting up. “I know baby. That’s why they’re in places only we’ll know about.” He replied while undoing the last hook of your bra, sliding the garment off your body. You hadn’t even realized he was taking it off until you felt the material loosen around you. 

Not even a second after your bra was taken off, Cheol wrapped his mouth around one of your breasts, one of his hands massaging the other. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned his name, the grip you had on his hair getting a bit tighter. You both continued to move your hips against each other, turning you on even further and wishing that the fabric separating the two of you would disappear. 

Cheol switched from one breast to the other, giving both equal amounts of attention. Eventually he worked his way back up towards your collarbone and neck, leaving kisses all over and nibbling on your ear. “C-cheolie..” you whined in response to his actions. He was driving you crazy and you wanted more than what he was offering. “I know princess, I know..” He trailed off as his hands went between the two of you, fingers meeting your most sensitive spot, rubbing aggravating slow circles on your clit through the fabric of your panties. 

Just as you were about to beg for more, cheol moved your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of you, stretching you out for what was to come. He had you falling apart, a whimpering mess on top of him as he fingered you and kissed more over your chest and neck areas. You were already starting to feel your first orgasm of the night approaching, that familiar knot building up in your stomach. “I- I can’t anymore cheol I’m so- so close” You breathed out, reaching down to rub your clit to help you get there faster. “If you’re close then cum for me baby” Cheol said in your ear, speeding up his hand movements. 

His voice was all it took to send you over the edge. You tightened around his fingers before your orgasm washed over you, moaning cheol’s name way louder than you had intended and collapsing onto his chest when it was all said and done. “You did so good for me baby” He said while kissing you on your head. He rubbed your back to help you come back to reality, asking if you wanted to stop or keep going once you were responsive. 

“We can keep going. You haven’t even gotten anything yet-” You started before Cheol cut you off with another kiss. “You know I only care about you baby, I can take care of myself later.” You shrugged in return, arms wrapped around Cheol’s neck. Leaning into his ear, you spoke in a low voice, “But I wanna make you feel good too.” Followed by you kissing on his neck. 

Cheol let out a guttural moan, his head falling against the headboard behind him. His hands stayed on your hips for a short period of time, eventually sliding down and gripping your ass before abruptly straightening up to change your positions. Before you could blink properly, Cheol had you on your stomach, causing you to yelp out of shock. Lifting your ass up so you were on all fours. 

You could feel him adjusting behind you, pulling his boxers just below his dick, and pulling your panties to the side; too lazy to take them off. “Condom?” He asked with a dumbass confused look on his face. “When have we ever used one seungcheol.” You replied, annoyance heavy in your tone. He shrugged and pointed out he was just making sure before teasingly placing his tip right at your entrance. And he did it over and over again until you finally snapped. 

“Christ Seungcheol can you just-” You started but were cut off by him finally sliding in. Both of you let out synchronized moans, your grip on the sheets tightening, while cheol gripped your hair to make you look up at the mirror that was conveniently placed in front of the bed. “Look at you taking me so well princess” His pace picking up with every other word. 

Cheol wasn’t exactly big, but he knew exactly what to do to make you lose your mind. Between the angles, hair tugging, and shit talking (and some praising here and there), he had you damn near crying and screaming out broken mantras of cuss words and his name, the occasional whiny “please” getting thrown in there as well. Eventually you felt yourself getting close to the edge, the pleading getting even worse than before.

“God Cheolie please i’m so close” You whined, not sure how much longer you could last. Snaking his hand underneath you, Cheol went back to rubbing your clit, keeping his same pace. “Cmon baby, what’s stopping you?” He taunted in your ear before he twitched inside you. he was close but refused to cum before you did. “I’m sorry baby but I wanna see your face when you cum..” and just like that, Cheol flipped you so you were on your back. Rolling your eyes, you responded “I thought that’s what the mirror was for.” 

“Something like that but it’s better to see it up close” He smirked as his hips started back up. it was like he hadn’t skipped a beat, your orgasm still so close that you could almost taste it. Cheol fucked into you with one of your legs over his shoulder, occasionally dipping down to kiss on your neck. “Holy fuuck Seungcheol” You moaned out. You had about 30 seconds left in you before you started seeing stars, nails digging into any part of his skin that you could find. Cheol groaned at the sensation getting closer to the edge as time went on. “Want me to-” He couldn’t even finish his question before you cut him off with an immediate yes. 

“Right there oh my g-” Your sentence was cut short by your second orgasm of the night hitting you like a truck. The heat flowed from your spine to the tips of your fingers, back arching off of the bed from the pleasure. Cheol fucked you through your high, his orgasm following shortly after, almost making him go limp from how aggressive it was. He eventually pulled out and laid next to you, kissing your temple and making sure you were okay as he pulled you into his arms. “You feeling ok princess?”

“I feel sweaty, weak and partially sore” To be fair it had been a month since your last hook up. Cheol stood up, pulled up his boxers and picked you up to carry you to the bathroom without another word. 

“All im hearing is round two in the shower!”

“I cannot stand you.”

When you woke up, the sun was coming through slits between the black curtains in the master bedroom, a slight breeze coming from the window furthest from the bed. Your body was sore and you could only imagine how many hickeys were left on your body; more specifically how many did Cheol forget were in noticeable places. They would serve as simple reminders of last night, how aggressive he could be at times, following up with a soft side right after. So it was no surprise when you were given a massage and coddled to sleep by Cheol after such a rough time. The thought of it made you blush, shaking your head to brush off the images replaying.

Adjusting a bit in the bed, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone; at least you tried to before a certain someone snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Tryna fuck and roll on me hm?” He asked while placing a light peck on your shoulder. 

Giggling at Cheol’s clinginess, you turned to face him while he kept his grip on your waist. “To be fair, I didn’t exactly plan on staying the night sir. And don’t worry, I was just checking my phone.” It was almost guaranteed that your friends had texted and called trying to figure out where you were and if you were ok. I mean it wasn’t abnormal for you to leave before they did, but you usually left some type of message for them. Somebody must’ve distracted you last night…

“You weren’t gonna stay?? But I was going to make breakfast for us!” Cheol responded with a fake pout. If you didn’t vividly remember last night, his face would’ve made you think he was a little angel. You knew better though. “Woah woah. Decent sex and free food? Why are you still laying here shoo go cook bro.”

“Just decent!?” He replied, holding an offended hand to his chest. You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was, especially since you said it just to get under his skin. But before you knew it, Cheol was on top of you. The sight looking all too familiar, you stopped laughing and hit his shoulder. “Go cook, I’m hungry” 

“Tell me it was better than decent and I’ll make you a breakfast for a queen”

Oh it was. But you weren’t telling him that. 

“Mmmm it was aight” you replied, holding back your laugh. It was killing you, but you had to play with him justttt a little bit.

Cheol slightly shrugged and adjusted himself above you. “Then I’ll remind you how much noise you were making last night. Breakfast will come after you do”

Your eyes widened in shock. Oh this. This was not in the plans-

[meadowfics]

first date

cho sang-woo x f!reader

a first date was needed for the both of you, even if it feels like you were with sang-woo for ten years already

warnings: post squid game au, where sang-woo survives and not gihun. age gap relationship, since reader is intended to be between 21yrs-24yrs. sang-woo did not k*ll sae-byeok in this au. angst. reader was in the games too and survived with sang woo, not sure how but anyways... reader is a yapper and sang-woo is a listener.

sang woo arrives at the restaurant first, always one to be punctual.

he sits by the window, back straight, hands resting on the table as he waits for you.

when you walk in, he notices immediately.

you’re wearing a simple ivory colored sweater and blue jeans, looking cozy and effortlessly beautiful.

the older man's lips twitch up slightly, the closest thing to a smile you’ll get from him in public.

you slide into the seat across from him, resting your chin in your palm.

"you got new glasses,"

you point out, eyes twinkling.

he adjusts them slightly, feigning nonchalance.

"my old ones were broken,"

he says, as if that’s the only reason.

he knows that you know.

you were there in the games when he lost those old ones.

you grin.

"i like these. they suit you."

for a second, his ears turn a shade of pink.

he glances away, pretending to focus on the menu.

but you see it. the look.

the soft affection he always tries to hide.

"what are you getting?"

he asks, eyes scanning the menu like it’s a financial report.

you shrug.

"probably something warm. i don’t care as long as it’s good."

"that’s not a real answer," he says, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice.

"neither was yours,"

you shoot back, making him huff a quiet laugh.

you both order, the conversation flowing naturally.

it always does.

it did during the games.

there’s an understanding between you two, something unspoken yet solid.

"do you ever think about them?"

you ask suddenly, voice soft.

this might not be appropriate during your first dinner with sang-woo as a couple, but you know that you can talk to him about anything.

he knows exactly who you mean. he takes a breath before answering.

"I do."

"gihun would’ve dragged us to some barbecue place instead,"

you muse.

"and he would’ve argued with the owner about the price,"

sang woo adds, lips curling slightly.

you laugh, then sigh.

"and sae-byeok… she would’ve just sat there, barely eating, watching us argue."

there’s a pause. a heaviness settles over you both, the weight of memories pressing against your ribs.

"i wish they were still here,"

you admit.

sang woo nods, fingers tapping lightly against the table.

"me too."

the food arrives, and for a while, the two of you eat in silence.

it’s comfortable.

there’s no need to fill every moment with words.

eventually, you shift the conversation.

"cheol’s doing okay, you know."

sang woo looks up, interest flickering in his eyes.

"yeah?"

"yeah. my mom loves him. she says that he’s… adjusting. still quiet, but he smiles more."

context: your mother adopted sae-byeok's orphan brother. after you promised a dying sae-byeok that cheol would be okay.

sang woo nods thoughtfully.

"that’s good. he deserves a normal life."

"so do we,"

you say, watching him carefully.

he doesn’t respond immediately, but you see the way his jaw tenses.

"normal,"

he murmurs, almost like the word is foreign to him.

you reach across the table, taking his hand.

his fingers are slightly calloused, warm against your softer skin.

he stills for a moment, then gently squeezes your hand in return.

"we’re doing okay,"

you reassure him.

his thumb brushes against your knuckles, absentmindedly.

"we are."

when you finish eating, you don’t leave right away.

you linger, just enjoying each other’s presence.

"it’s kind of funny,"

you say suddenly.

"most people date for a while before moving in together. we’re just jumping straight to it."

he raises an eyebrow.

"you’re the one who suggested it."

you grin.

"I know but you didn’t say no."

he shakes his head, a small, fond look in his eyes.

"of course i didn’t."

you study him for a moment, admiring the way the dim restaurant lighting reflects in his new glasses.

you like looking at him, even if he never quite believes it when you say so.

"you really love me, huh?"

you tease, tilting your head.

he scoffs, but his grip on your hand tightens just slightly.

"what do you think?"

you smirk.

"i think you do. i think you’ve been in love with me for a while now, actually."

since the first game back in that hellhole..

he sighs, shaking his head.

"and here i thought you were shy."

"only when i first met you. now i just like bothering you."

"that much is obvious,"

he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words.

when the bill comes, he grabs it before you can.

you open your mouth to protest, but he gives you a look.

"just let me do this,"

he says simply.

you shut your mouth.

it’s not worth arguing over, and honestly? you don’t mind.

it’s just another way he shows love...through actions, not words.

as you both step outside, the air is crisp, cool against your skin.

you don’t say anything at first, just standing side by side.

then, suddenly, he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

the touch is fleeting, but it lingers, making your heart skip a beat.

"come on,"

he murmurs, starting to walk.

you follow, smiling softly.

you don’t need anything grand or extravagant.

this...just being with him, knowing he’s yours...is enough.

masterlist

[ultimate-simp-10]

Added some additional content so I'm sharing it here! Links to full fic are above if you're interested!

"Dad! I can't find my shoes." A boy enters the kitchen. "Dad?"

Gi-hun grins at Sarah as he takes a sip of coffee. His hair had grown longer, back to the length it was when she met him, and just as fluffy. The fullness returned to his cheeks after ten years of living with Sarah.

"He still hasn't learned," she chuckles, pulling back Sae's hair.

The boy groans. "Dad, have you seen my shoes?"

"They're meant to be on the rack with the rest of our shoes, Ali."

"But they're not."

"I wonder why that would be," Sarah feigns confusion. "If you left them on the rack, well, they couldn't have walked away."

"Mom!"

"The rules have been the same for... how old are you? Eight, right?"

"They're under the couch," Cheol tells his step-brother.

"Thank you!" Ali runs off.

"This one is mine," Sarah smooths Sae's hair. "Ali's all yours."

"No," Gi-hun shakes his head, smiling widely, "he's ours."

Newest Fic is completed and posted in full! Squid Game Season 1 Seong Gi-hun x OC! Ready to be enjoyed on

[gyuwoncheol]

Down Bad

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, inspired by soft Mingyu during that GyuHan live

Summary: Clingy, lovesick Mingyu just wants your undivided attention

Warnings: tipsy! Gyu, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, so much fluff, barely proofread

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: look at me actually publishing something. This is once again very self-indulgent because Gyu was just so so adorable in that live and it had me in shambles. Shoutout to my sweet Cherry @shuadotcom for listening to me fawn over Mingyu when this live happened and building ideas of the scenes with me! I love you darling!

Author’s Note 2.0: LISTEN, SHORT HAIR MINGYU IS HANDSOME OKAY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOME DON’T LIKE IT ON HIM??? LIKE BRO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED. But seriously, it does kill me when I watch Gyu kinda second guess his new hairstyle. Like I know he just laughs it off most times, but I hope the self doubt doesn’t eat him up. I will die defending his short hair. idc.

“Is it bad?” You grimace as soon as Seungcheol releases you from his hug and leads you through the hall.

Cheol laughs, “well…” he stops walking to look at you, “he’s not drunk… yet. But he did get tipsy quite fast.”

“That’s cause he’s also tired,” you reasoned, “but thanks for calling me, I don’t think I’d want him to drive home by himself and—“

“Oh no no,” the leader interrupts, resuming his steps towards the dining area where you could already faintly hear your boyfriend whining, “he asked us to call you. Besides, you know that if he did get drunk, I’d force him to crash here.”

“Oh.”

“Babyyyy!” Mingyu shoots up from his seat and rushes to you with arms wife open when you surface in the room. He was beaming at the sight of you, puppy senses fully kicking in. A faint smell of alcohol and his cologne hits your nose when he bends down and engulfs you in a hug, his face nuzzling deep into your neck.

“Miss you,” he mumbles with a tight squeeze and you run your fingers through his short locks.

“Missed you too, bub. Should we get you home?”

Mingyu pulls you off him to hold you by your shoulders, his lips pursed and eyebrows scrunching, “no no, not yet. Comeeee, join usssss.”

You’re dragged by your tall boyfriend to the dining table, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan giggling but also sending you an apologetic look for the state that Mingyu is in.

“What are we doing?” You question when he offers you chopsticks and shows you all the food on the table.

“We’re celebrating Minghao’s birthday so we have to stay first, okay?” Seungcheol laughs at your boyfriend’s justification.

“Aaaand Hao is where exactly?”

Mingyu shrugs, “dunno. But that’s okay, we called him awhile ago already and we even sang for him on live. Do you want a drink?”

You reach out to stop his hands from pouring the alcohol on the glass, “no i’m good.” He looks at you intently and then decides against convincing you to drink. Instead, he sits back down and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing softly when his head rests on your shoulder.

“You okay, my love?” You ask after kissing the top of his head. “Tired?” He nods against your shoulder and hum an affirmative. “Maybe we should go—“

“Noooo,” your gentle giant whines, a full pout on his lips, making both his hyungs laugh at him.

“Okay, okay.”

“We’re still having fun… well, they’re having fun,” Mingyu gestures towards his two older members with scrunched brows.

You reach your arm up to touch his cheek, caressing his soft skin, “And you’re not?”

“They’re making fun of me.”

“We are not!” Seungcheol denies with a laugh.

“You laughed when the fans called me a potato on live.” The two boys start giggling again, recalling the conversation on the many forms of potatoes Mingyu could represent.

“I also said you were handsome with your short hair,” Cheol added, “the potato comment is just funny!”

Jeonghan, who was seated on Mingyu’s other side, now pokes at your boyfriend’s fingers before snorting with a laugh, “heh. french fries.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan erupt in laughter much to Mingyu’s chagrin, and you yourself couldn’t help but giggle at the antics of the two boys. Mingyu crosses his arms defiantly, sulking like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh cmon, Gyu, it’s funny!” The group’s resident trickster calls out.

“Babyyyyyy, protect meeee,” your boyfriend whines, hiding his face on your shoulder. Mingyu was no stranger to being teased by his members, and almost always, he’s a very good sport at taking it all in and staying calm and collected. But the facade easily drops the moment you’re around. He gets to be his true self, a big baby. Your big baby. Luckily for him, the boys listen to you.

“Okay, cut it out, guys,” you call, earning a smile from your boyfriend which immediately drops the next second when you say, “the potato is sad.”

“HEY!” Mingyu’s bottom lip juts out as he scowls at you, not at all impressed by your joke. You leave a kiss on his lips and he tries hard to hide the smile.

“I’m kidding, I don’t even know why they think that. You’re my puppy,” you quickly correct, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips, “my handsome puppy.” That was enough to have your boyfriend unravel his arms and wrap them around your waist, a huge smile on his face as he leans on your shoulder. He was flustered beyond words. If there was one thing Mingyu agreed on, it’s that he was a puppy.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeonghan states the obvious and while you knew it was directed to your boyfriend, it also felt like it was a jab at you. Eitherway, neither you nor Mingyu denied it. Especially Mingyu. He was deeply in love with you and it was written all over his face.

You settle in nicely to a conversation with the boys, discussing the new cafe that just opened near the Hybe building and talking about the recent broadcast shows they’ve done for the comeback.

With each passing minute, the more Mingyu clings onto you like a koala. Mostly smiling and staring at you with lovestruck eyes that would immediately change into a silly face if you looked back at him. Eventually, his head constantly leaned on your shoulder or his face buried in your neck, relishing in the way your hand would subconciously reach up to run your fingers through his hair or scratch lightly at his scalp. You really loved his shorter hairdo, never missing a chance to compliment him about it. When he had cut his hair, he worried you’d stop running your fingers through them, which is why moments like these, even with his shorter strands, always made him sigh in content.

“What’s wrong?” You quiz when he pulls on your shirt sleeve after you laugh at one of Jeonghan’s jokes, your hands detaching from his hair to give the older member a high five. When you look at Mingyu, his eyes were even more half lidded than earlier, and the bags underneath a little more red and puffy.

“Nothin’,” he feigns but you know what he wants.

“Hmm… you sure you just don’t want my whole attention?” Mingyu scrunches his face in shock, like he’s trying to deny the way you just exposed him. But he doesn’t say anything, and instead, juts out his lower lip for his biggest pout of the night.

You decide to tease him a little bit more and roll your eyes playfully, putting your attention back to two of his brothers who were currently going through funny videos of Minghao.

Mingyu huffs loudly and tugs you closer to him, earning a giggle from you. “Okay big boy, I was only kidding, you have my attention,” he tries to maintain his sulking but fails badly when his lips quirk into a smile after you plant a kiss on them.

“I love you,” he whispers, blushing wildly at his own confession and hiding behind your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, Gyu. But can I bring you home now? You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute.”

“Nooooo,” Mingyu whines loudly.

You were about to reason but Seungcheol beats you to it, “Mingoo, my hyung’s about to come home now. You guys have to leave soon.”

“See, baby? Cheol needs us out of the house.”

“That’s rude,” he complains, “but his hyung likes me. We can stay.”

You flash Cheol an apologetic look, letting him know you got it under control. Just then, you stand up and bend down to cup Mingyu’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, we have to go. If you fall asleep on me here, you bet I won’t be carrying you home. So choose, big guy, do you want to be beside me in bed tonight? Or beside Seungch—“

“OKAY! BYE HYUNGS!” The 6 foot 2 man shoots up from his chair in full height, not even giving you enough time to process things before he’s pulling at your hand and dragging you out of the dining room, “We’re going. Thank you for the food, Coups hyung!”

“YAH!” Jeonghan scolds, “you said you would bring me home!”

[svt-aurora]

Ohhh aurora and joshua⁉️⁉️ SO CUTE, I'm imagining the members reaction when they got together or when they announced they're having a child. Soooo please can I request that HAHAHAH THANK YOU!! 💖

“Surprise…?”

timeline: january 2022

synopsis: while having a group dinner with the members, aurora is fed up with having to keep her big news to herself. so aurora does what a normal human being would: she tells them duh.

a/n: OMG TY ANON FOR THIS REQUEST! i think this is actually so cute and i had so much fun writing this, so i hope u enjoy reading! also this is not really proofread, so ignore any mistakes you see!

it had been a week since aurora found out she was pregnant. joshua was absolutely ecstatic and had been all over her all week. having kids was one of areum’s biggest dreams, so for it to become a reality was so surreal for her. telling josh was already chaotic, but telling the members? oh it would be something to remember. aurora hadn’t actually figured out a way to tell them, but her heart was telling her to just break it to the boys casually. soo… that’s exactly what she’s planning to do.

“HELLOOO!!” dk’s loud voice filled the hallway as he and the other 11 members made their way into the couple’s penthouse.

“guys. just because i gave you a key to my house, doesn’t mean you can break in unannounced.” aurora playfully rolled her eyes, still walking out to greet the boys.

“but didn’t you invite us over?” hoshi asked genuinely confused.

“she was implying that you were supposed to knock first, dipshit.” woozi reached up to slap the back of the boy’s head.

as the night went on with dinner going smoothly, they all decided to play drinking games. obviously beginning with their famous ninja star game. seungkwan started off the game by throwing the invisible (nonexistent) star at the maknae. each of them imagining the star being launched across the table stabbing dino in his neck. the boy’s face contorted in fake pain, grasping a hand over his neck where he was supposedly hit. this resulted in areum letting out a small giggle, which is quite out of the ordinary because she’s usually able to keep a straight face every time they play this game.

seungkwan let out a sound of disbelief. “oh, noona laughed,” he pointed a finger at her, clearly stating the obvious.

bacardi bacardi bacardi yah, the boys sang. wonwoo poured the girl a shot of alcohol and handed it to her saying, “drink bro.”

she held up a hand, rejecting the glass, “ahh i can’t drink today. can someone else drink for me?”

now this really left the members confused. first, aurora laughed during the star game which she’s normally really good at. and second, she rejected a shot of alcohol.

“yah, what the fuck is wrong with you? are you sick or something?” mingyu asked with a joking tone.

“no, i’m not sick. i’m just… pregnant,” aurora mumbled the last word.

“speak up arie, we can’t hear you,” jeonghan told her.

“i said, i’m not sick. just pregnant.” the girl said much louder this time.

jun’s mouth dropped open, vernon choked on his water, and minghao spat out the bits of ramen in his mouth. it was like the members froze for a second. the boys who are always so loud and rowdy, now silenced by aurora’s sudden confession.

dokyeom was the first to speak up, “are you being for real right now reumie?”

“surprise…?” she shrugged awkwardly as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

she pulled out the pregnancy test nestled in her hoodie’s pocket to prove that she wasn’t joking. with areum’s confirmation, booseoksoon erupted in excited squeals, the rest running over to the girl to tackle her in a hug. the room filled with oh my god i’m gonna be an uncle, can i be the godfather, and shua hyung’s gonna be a dad? as they all ran around in excitement, seungcheol stood up from where he was at the table and walked over to sit down in the chair next to aurora’s.

the leader embraced her in a warm hug, “does the company know?”

“oh my god cheol. i seriously do not wanna think about the company’s reaction to my pregnancy right now,” she rolled her eyes, breaking away from s.coups’ arms.

he chuckled, “okay okay i’m sorry. i just- i’m just worried for what they’re gonna think about the news.”

“and so am i, but right now i just wanna focus on myself and the baby. i will make sure to tell you when i do tell them,” aurora reassured him.

“if you tell them that is,” seungcheol raised a brow, causing areum to giggle.

after the leader left to go talk to joshua instead, dino slid into his now vacant seat. “areumie noona, are you gonna replace me with your baby?” he questioned genuinely curious.

“no chan, i could never. you will always be my first baby,” after hearing her words, the boy relaxed in his seat.

“GUYS! you know what would be a really good name for the baby, and this goes both ways girl and boy by the way. you could name it hoshi junior. after me AND tigers!”

“hell no. there is no way i’m naming my kid after you,” joshua shook his head.

[hoshifighting]

hihi!!

the urge to be brat tamed runs through my mind all day. but cheol taming his brat, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!

covering your mouth and his veiny hands around your neck so your porn-like moans aren’t heard by his members.

making you suck his fingers and using your saliva as lube.

slapping you every time you moan a little to loud.

cum denial until the point where you’re literally screaming his name as if it’s your sole vocabulary begging him to let you cum while tears run down your fucked out face.

— the list goes on but here’s just a few to get a feel for!!

(literally love your posts sooooo much!!! keep up the good work ❤️)

BRAT-TAMER SEUNGCHEOL that's it.

Where Seungcheol gets jealous because his friend Jeongha, is all over you, even though your relationship is private, Seungcheol gets mad at your brat teasing. So he fucks you without mercy, separated by just one room from the members.

Word Count: 1.7k

Jealous dom! Seungcheol, Brat sub! Reader

Warnings: Smut, jealously sex, cum denial, slut shamming, begging, degradation, crying, angst, saliva as lube, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, ass slapping, face slapping, chocking and etc.

The weekend getaway with Seungcheol and your friends had started out as a much-needed break. His friends were always very nice to you, and soon they became your friends too. The idea of renting a house for this period of rest sounded very pleasant. Everyone laughed, danced and sang, while you, Jeonghan and Mingyu cooked for the group.

As the day unfolded, you noticed Seungcheol's subtle glances whenever Jeonghan was around. Unbeknownst to your friends, your relationship with Seungcheol was still a secret, and the protective side of him was on full display. 

Jeonghan pulled you into a hug, the kind that lasted just a tad too long, and a conversation that seemed a bit too personal. Seungcheol's reaction was swift, though subtle. His jaw clenched, and his eyebrows furrowed as he observed the scene. He couldn't shake off the unease that gripped him.

As Jeonghan continued to chat with you, Seungcheol's discomfort became more evident. Sensing something amiss, you looked at him and asked, "Hey, everything okay?" He nodded, but his locked jaw and the intensity in his gaze told a different story.

Before the tension could escalate, Jeonghan, with his ever-present charisma, pulled you away to join another conversation. You shot a puzzled glance at Seungcheol, but he merely nodded again, though this time, there was a palpable tension in the air.

Seungcheol couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed your arm gently, pulling you aside towards a nearby bathroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, his expression unreadable.

"What's going on, Seungcheol?"

"You're mine for now," he declared, his voice low and possessive. His eyes bore into yours, a mixture of frustration and desire. "I can't stand seeing him all over you like that," he admitted, his voice low but intense. 

A mischievous grin played on your lips as you locked eyes with Seungcheol, your fingers gently tracing circles on his arm. "Well, someone seems a bit possessive," you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Seungcheol's expression shifted to confusion, and he arched a thick eyebrow in response. His veins pulsed on his neck, a subtle display of the building anger beneath the surface.

 "What do you mean?" he asked, his tone irritated

You chuckled, enjoying the playful banter. "You know, claiming me in the bathroom like that. It's almost like you want to tell the world we're together."

His eyes narrowed, the tension in his shoulders rising. "I never said that," he retorted, the veins on his neck more prominent now. 

Leaning in, you whispered teasingly, "Maybe you just can't resist showing off your amazing girlfriend."

Seungcheol's jaw clenched, his frustration evident. "You're making it sound like I'm the one holding us back from going public.”

You couldn't resist pushing his buttons further. With a sly smile, you mimicked his serious expression, contorting your face into a comical version of his furrowed brows and arched eyebrow.

His eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could react, he lost his mind momentarily.

He pushed your body against the bathroom wall, a firm grip around your neck, while his lips brushed against yours. In the close proximity, he warned with a husky voice, "You're loosing your mind Y/N."

“Am I?” You couldn't help but laugh, the cut air from the choking making you gasp. 

Seungcheol's grip tightened slightly, his lips hovering near yours. "You find this cool?" he questioned.

His eyes seemed to glow red furiously. The air grew thick as he sucked his teeth, not a hint of a smile on his face. 

Before you could gauge his next move, he reached out, his fingers gripping the fabric of your sun dress. In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, the dress bunching up slightly. 

With your dress in his hands, he pulls it up, revealing your panties, so he pulls them down hard, the lacy fabric immediately tearing in his hands. You gasp, denying to yourself "I didn't even like that one anyway..." Lie. It was your favorite. 

His breath was strong against your face as he whispered, "You're mine, and I don't share.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan, feeling the wetness between your thighs.

"I'm gonna give you a lesson." Without breaking eye contact, he reached out, gently guiding your chin upward. His fingers traced along your jawline before he leaned in, whispering, "You need to learn who you belong to.”

His fingers traced a path along your lower lip, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly trailed his digits over your tongue, the intimate contact making your saliva envelop his skin. 

You looked in his eyes, before sucking his two fingers, just like you would suck his cock. So he slowly pulled his fingers, making your lower lips flip back shiny with your saliva. 

His wet fingers circled your clit slowly, making you hold onto him, his eyes burning you "You're such a brat," he remarked, the edge of amusement evident in his voice.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you shot back, "Well, maybe I like being a brat."

He chuckled, the tension dissipating into a teasing energy. "Do you now?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. His tone held a challenge as he continued, "Tell me, what's the appeal of being a brat, hm?"

You leaned in, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I enjoy seeing you lose your cool. It's kind of hot, you know?"

Without warning, he pushed his two fingers inside of you, making you groan. He curled his digits perfectly while his body pressed yours on the bathroom tiles, you looked to the mirror on your side, his big biceps flexing as he worked his skillfully fingers inside of you. 

Your weeping cunt can be heard by him, the gushing sound hitting his senses as his fingers get wetter every second. "Look at you… So wet for me, and I didn't even started to fuck you." 

"I get wet just by thinking about you getting mad." 

"Yeah? Just to let you know… I am pissed off."

Without warning, he pushed your body, and you felt the cold tiles of the bathroom wall against your cheek. His strong grip held you in place, and the sudden shift left you breathless.

The sound of his belt being unbuckled echoed in the small space, you could sense Seungcheol's controlled anger. The forceful push of his big cock inside of your pussy, made you moan loud. 

Before the sound could fully echo, Seungcheol's veiny hands covered your mouth, suppressing any further noise. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and your body ached against his, caught between the cold tiles and the heat radiating from Seungcheol. 

He stopped his hips, his tip hitting your cervix, before taking everything out and slamming all in once inside of you again, his hands once again muffling a scream. "S-Seungcheol!"

Seungcheol gives you a harsh spank, making your body tremble, eyes closed tightly. Allowing you to take another breath, he takes his hand off your mouth. His voice, low and intense, broke the momentary silence. "You don't want the members to hear us, right?"

You can feel your walls clenching around his cock, sensing the know on your stomach wanting to be free, making him groan in response. The spongy little spot being abused with the strength of his dick knocking you. 

Tears trickle down your face, your lip being bitten by yourself wasn't helping too much, as you feel your orgasm getting closer, the whimpering turning into moans, that turned into screams again. 

Everytime you let out a moan escape, he gives you harsh slaps on the meat of your ass, the flesh turning red, as the skin burns like hell. "Be quiet," he instructed, his gaze locking onto yours in the mirror. His question lingered, "Is that what you want? Everyone to hear how good I am fucking you?"

Your gaze met Seungcheol's reflected eyes in the mirror, nodding yes, with a mischievous smile. Seungcheol's eyes held satisfaction, and the synchronized rhythm of his thrusts continued. 

Seungcheol groaned in your ear, your weeping cunt tightening around him, and he could feel your walls milking his dick, as your world spinned, the moans leaving your throat non-stop, and he slapped you each time. 

When entered on the brink of an orgasm, he pulled out his wet cock, making you whine between his grip and the wall. The denying made you sob, your clit begged attention, and your poor pussy was a mess.

Seungcheol coos at you "Slut… Can't even endure your own provocations…" his fingers wiped your tears away, before giving you a slap on the side of your cheek.

"P-please let me c-um" You begged, the tears shining with the bathroom light. 

"Beg that prettily for me again."

"Please Seungcheol, I am f-ucking begging you babe." Your head lays on his shoulder.

He pushed his cock effortlessly inside of you again making you scream his name, your throat barely having power to speak. His fingers search to your sopping folds, collecting your arousal to masturbate your clit fast. And if it wasn't his tight grip on you, your knees would've found the ground already.

Seungcheol hips start to stutter, the rhythm becoming inconsistent, as a wet white ring forms around the base of his cock. His groans became more whiny, and his fingers followed a crazy unstopping pace. You struggled to breathe properly because you're more and more pressed on the wall with each thrust of him. Making your moans follow the same pace of his strokes. 

"Oh my god! Please, please, pl-ease…" The begging sounded infinite as he fucked you merciless.  

You're too fucked out to process anything, or hold your moans, suddently your head feels dizzy as your knees trembled, your mouth hanging open and you could only manage silent moans. The orgasm comes harshly, making you whine shakily. 

His swollen cock throbs against your walls and he whimpered, with a trembling high, Seungcheol painted your walls white, the sticky cum dripping as his hips strokes lazily, his hands softening his grip on you. 

"You know, I think it's time I tell the members that you're my girlfriend."

You scoffed, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "After all of that, I think they probably already know, Seungcheol."

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They gave you food poisoning🥺😦

Summary: Your partner tried to cook you something that looked delicious. But instead of a happy evening, it resulted in a panicked ER visits and stays at the hospital

(Cho hyun ju, thanos, namgyu, gyeong seok, young il, gi hun, dae ho, min su, sang woo)

(Roh jae won, Choi san, Kim seo wan, Gong Ji-Cheol)

Hyun ju

Hyun-Ju swore she knew how to make tteokbokki from scratch. “I watched three YouTube tutorials,” she bragged, rolling up her sleeves. “How hard can it be?”

You sat back, amused but secretly worried as she threw rice cakes into a bubbling pot of red sauce, humming confidently. She even turned to wink at you. “Made with love.”

Unfortunately, that love included way too much gochujang, rice cakes that were undercooked, and a bizarre fish cake she swore was fine.

It was not fine.

Thirty minutes after eating, your stomach twisted. You clutched the table. “Hyun-Ju… I don’t feel so—”

Cue an hour of absolute hell. You were curled up on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat, dying. Hyun-Ju, full-on panicking, drove you to the ER, yelling at nurses like they weren’t moving fast enough.

Now, she’s gripping your hand at the hospital, guilt-ridden. “You survived Squid Game, but my cooking almost took you out.” She sighs, rubbing her temples. “This is a new low.”

Thanos

Su-Bong loved steak. He talked about it like a science. “Perfect sear, perfect timing.” He even made you sit at the counter while he cooked, flipping the meat with the smug confidence of a pro.

“Medium-rare,” he announced, slicing into the steak like it belonged in a Michelin-starred restaurant. “Try it.”

You chewed, nodded. “It’s… good?”

That was a lie.

Because three hours later, you were curled up in agony, sweating bullets, barely able to breathe. Su-Bong, full-on panicking, threw you over his shoulder and ran to the hospital.

Now, he’s sitting beside your hospital bed, arms crossed, looking personally betrayed. “I don’t get it. It looked perfect.” Then, after a long silence: “…Maybe I should’ve checked if the meat was expired.”

Namgyu

“jagiya, I’ve seen sushi chefs do this, it’s so easy,” Nam-Gyu said confidently, carefully laying out seaweed, rice, and what he claimed was the freshest salmon.

You should have questioned why the fish smelled a little off. But he looked so proud.

So, you ate it.

Biggest mistake of your life.

By 3 AM, you were shaking violently, your stomach twisting in agony. Nam-Gyu nearly threw his phone trying to call an ambulance. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I killed you. I actually killed you.”

Now, he’s sitting beside you in the ER, gripping your hand, his head in his hands. “We are never making sushi at home again. Ever.”

Gyeong seok

Gyeong-Seok wanted to make dinner for you and Na-Yeon. “A proper home-cooked meal,” he said, stirring the soup with a smile.

It smelled amazing. You and Na-Yeon cheered him on.

But halfway through eating, your stomach dropped. Then, a minute later, Na-Yeon—sweet, tiny Na-Yeon—put down her spoon, frowned, and said:

“Appa… I think I don’t feel good.”

Cue absolute chaos.

Gyeong-Seok sprinted to get you both in the car, apologizing a million times. At the hospital, he looked like he was about to cry as Na-Yeon was checked over.

Now, he’s holding her hand, watching you in the hospital bed, whispering, “I swear, I followed the recipe…” He gulps. “I think I just have a cursed touch.”

Young il

“This stew is incredible,” Young-Il declared, dramatically lifting a ladle of his homemade seafood jjigae. “My secret? Confidence.”

The soup tasted fine. A little too fishy, maybe.

Then, an hour later, your stomach betrayed you. You barely made it to the sink before Young-Il caught you.

Cut to: him speeding to the ER, one hand on the wheel, the other holding your forehead. “Stay with me,” he whispered like you were dying.

Now, he’s slumped next to you in the hospital, staring at the ceiling. “I just wanted to impress you,” he groans. “Instead, I poisoned the love of my life.”

Gi hun

Gi-Hun had watched one cooking show and suddenly thought he was Gordon Ramsay. “Trust me,” he grinned, chopping onions. “I got this.”

You did not trust him.

The dish? Some kind of stew. The result? Indescribable.

Thirty minutes later, you were dying. Gi-Hun looked horrified. “Jagiya?? Are you okay??”

You collapsed. Cue him freaking out, dragging you to the hospital while apologizing nonstop.

Now, he’s pouting beside you. “I was so sure I followed the recipe.” Then, after a beat: “Okay, maybe I forgot a few things…”

Dae ho

Dae-Ho tried to make roast chicken. “Super easy,” he said. “All you do is stick it in the oven.”

Except… he underestimated cooking times.

An hour later, you were thrilled—until you took a bite and realized it was still pink inside.

Fast forward: you on the floor, Dae-Ho freaking out, both of you in an ambulance.

Now, he’s holding your hand in the hospital, looking traumatized. “I can never cook again.”

Min su

Min-Su insisted on making spaghetti. “A husband should cook for his wife,” he said, stirring sauce dramatically.

Except… he messed up the meat.

You spent the next two hours curled up, practically crying from the pain. Min-Su nearly had a meltdown, dragging you to the hospital.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, looking so guilty. “I swear, I tried to make it perfect.” He sighs. “I think the kitchen just hates me.”

Sang woo

Sang-Woo was determined to impress you. He’d spent all day hyping up the meal, even mentioning he saw something similar in Paris once. You’d expected something elegant, refined—maybe a perfectly seared steak with a glass of wine.

Instead, he served… something.

It looked stunning, arranged beautifully on a plate. But the moment you took a bite, your stomach immediately revolted.

“This is… interesting,” you said carefully, trying to chew.

Sang-Woo smirked, misinterpreting your hesitation as admiration. “See? Fine dining at home.”

You wanted to tell him that fine dining shouldn’t feel like an attack on your stomach. But before you could say anything, nausea slammed into you like a truck.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, rushing to the bathroom.

Sang-Woo blinked, frowning. “Wait… are you okay?”

You weren’t.

Not even fifteen minutes later, you were in the ER, hooked up to an IV, while Sang-Woo sat beside you, stiff as a board, completely horrified.

“I graduated from SNU,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m supposed to be smart. I should be able to cook.”

You turned your head weakly to look at him. “What was in that dish?”

He hesitated. “...Do you really want to know?”

You closed your eyes. “No.”

Roh jae won

Jae-Won was feeling domestic. Maybe it was the lazy Sunday morning, or maybe it was because he had just watched a movie where the male lead made a romantic breakfast for his partner.

Either way, he stood in the kitchen, determined.

“I’ll make you an omelet,” he said, confidently cracking an egg.

You should have stopped him right there.

Because five minutes later, chaos had already begun.

He somehow got eggshells in the batter. He flipped the omelet too aggressively, sending a piece flying. He muttered swears under his breath while the pan smoked.

But eventually, he plated it.

Was it the prettiest omelet? No.

Was it fully cooked? Also no.

You took a cautious bite. Instant regret.

The texture was off. The taste was deeply concerning. But Jae-Won was watching you so intently, his expression hopeful, so you swallowed it down.

Big mistake.

Minutes later, your stomach flipped. The room spun. You grabbed the counter for support.

Jae-Won’s smile vanished.

“…Babe?”

Cut to: absolute panic.

Jae-Won rushed you to the hospital like he was starring in an action film. At the ER, he nearly started crying when the doctor told him you had food poisoning.

Now, he’s sitting beside you, holding your hand like a dramatic K-drama lead.

“I’ll never cook again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “Never.”

You’re too weak to respond, but in your head, you’re 100% okay with that.

Choi san

San had one goal: to make fried chicken.

“I watched my mom do this a million times,” he said confidently, heating up the oil. “It’s foolproof.”

You sat at the counter, watching him move around the kitchen with way too much excitement. He tossed in the chicken like a pro, flipped it with flair, and even did a little victory dance.

The result? Golden. Crispy. Perfect-looking.

The taste?

Horrifying.

Something was off—but before you could pinpoint what, your stomach flipped. One minute, you were fine. The next, you were on the floor, gasping for breath.

San’s face went pale.

“…Babe?”

Cue him screaming for help.

Cut to the hospital: San was on the verge of tears. When the doctor said you had food poisoning from undercooked chicken, he practically collapsed in shame.

Now, he’s sitting at your bedside, gripping your hand with both of his.

“I swear,” he whispers, “I’ll never touch raw chicken again. I’ll just… order takeout. Forever."

Kim seo wan

Seo-Won, still fully immersed in his delusions, insisted that a great warrior must feast before battle.

So he made soup.

You didn’t know how he made it. You weren’t sure what was in it. But when he proudly set the bowl in front of you, his eyes shining with epic fantasy intensity, you felt like you had no choice but to try.

“For strength,” he said, voice low and serious.

It smelled strange. A little too herbal, a little too bitter.

You took a hesitant sip.

It was poison.

Not literally, but your stomach didn’t know that. Within minutes, you were sweating buckets. Your vision blurred. The world tilted.

Seo-Won’s eyes widened. He knelt beside you, gripping your shoulders.

“…The sorcerer’s curse,” he whispered.

Cue utter chaos.

The hospital staff was not prepared for this level of dramatic nonsense. Seo-Won paced the waiting room, muttering to himself.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “The dark wizard has struck first. A coward’s attack.”

Meanwhile, the nurse looked exhausted.

Now, you’re laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, while Seo-Won kneels beside you like a knight pledging loyalty.

“I shall avenge this betrayal,” he swears solemnly. “The next meal will be blessed by the gods.”

The nurse sighs.

Gong yoo

“I’ve eaten in Michelin-starred restaurants,” he said, tying an apron like he was about to compete on MasterChef. “I know how this works.”

That was not how this worked.

He picked a complicated dish—some French recipe that required technique. He moved with the ease of a man who believed he was in control.

Until he served it.

Until you took a bite.

Until your body immediately betrayed you.

Cue your stomach twisting. Your vision blurring. Gong Ji-Cheol watching in horror as you collapsed onto the table.

Fast forward: chaos.

He carried you into the ER like some tragic movie scene. Paced the waiting room like a man on trial. When the doctor confirmed severe food poisoning, he looked like he wanted to retire from life.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, eyes deeply serious.

“I was meant to be an actor,” he says, voice heavy. “Not a chef. Never a chef.”

You squeeze his fingers.

“…Yeah, I figured that out already.”

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The Idol‘s Encore - Choi Seungcheol

summary: meeting an idol was crazy enough, but getting close to him,makes it all even crazier.

content: Idol scoups x non Idol reader, fight,angst, sad end,fluff,smut, drama, heartbreak I’m sorrryyyy

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: I really think that’s how it goes. Dating in this business? Hard.

Lollapalooza was unreal and Cheol looked so so so good!!!

As you navigated through the bustling stadium, weaving through the throngs of fans, you followed closely behind your best friend, who was practically sprinting toward the stage. The entire place was alive with energy, people running and shouting, excitement buzzing in the air like an electric current. The fanbase was wild, and it was barely 11 a.m.

You somehow made it to the barricade, squeezing through the sea of people — all of this, for her. The things you did for your best friend. The heat was intense, the sun already blazing down, and there were no clouds to offer any relief.

Your best friend, always the social butterfly, was already chatting animatedly with a few others nearby. They were all Carats, all equally thrilled to be there. You stood beside her, nodding along, but truthfully, you were just hoping the time would pass quickly. Concerts weren’t really your thing, and although you liked the occasional song, this wasn't your scene.

But to your surprise, the crowd was lively yet well-behaved, and time seemed to move faster than you expected. The acts were fantastic — energetic, polished, and engaging. The organization was impeccable too. Staff moved through the crowd, offering free water and ice cream to keep everyone cool under the scorching sun. It was a thoughtful gesture, and it made the heat more bearable.

As the opening notes of the music filled the air, the crowd exploded into cheers and screams. Fans around you were losing their minds, singing along at the top of their lungs. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself, amused by their enthusiasm. You weren’t as familiar with the songs, only knowing a handful of them, but there was one person on stage that you knew all too well.

Choi Seungcheol.

He commanded the stage effortlessly. His sleeveless shirt clung to his toned arms, revealing his muscles as he moved. The way he looked out over the crowd, scanning it with an intensity that seemed purposeful, sent a small shiver down your spine. His eyes swept over hundreds of faces, and then, as if by fate, they found yours.

The instant his gaze locked onto you, you saw something change in his expression. His eyes brightened, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed down. He started to make his way down from the stage, stepping right up to the barricade — right in front of you.

He sang directly to you, his voice rich and powerful, never breaking eye contact. The fans around you screamed louder, sensing something special in the moment, but you barely noticed them. It was like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

He had found you. And you knew exactly what that meant.

Tonight, at 10 p.m., you would meet him at the park near his hotel.

But how had all this happened?

It started just a few days ago. Your sister had been at a K-pop party that Saturday night while you had decided to wander around Berlin. You’d had a craving for donuts and hot chocolate, so you found yourself in a quaint little café, settling down with your book. The smell of fresh pastries filled the air, and marshmallows floated in your steaming cup of hot chocolate as you opened the first chapter.

The bell above the café door jingled softly, and you glanced up to see a tall, handsome man walk in. You tried to refocus on your book, not wanting to be rude, but you couldn’t help overhearing the interaction at the counter. The cashier was struggling with English, and it was clear the man didn’t speak German.

With a sigh, you closed your book and stood up, walking over to the counter. “What do you want? I can order it in German for you,” you said with a small smile.

He looked relieved, smiling back at you. “I was just trying to order a water.”

“A water? Do you know it’s basically a rule to drink hot chocolate at this time of night?” you teased, laughing a little.

“I’m on a strict diet,” he said, pouting slightly.

“Not tonight,” you grinned. “I’m ordering you a hot chocolate. No arguments.”

He chuckled but didn’t resist. “If you insist.”

After placing the order, you paid for his drink and a donut, feeling a bit mischievous. As you turned back to him, you introduced yourself. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Seungcheol,” he replied, and your eyes widened in recognition.

Of course — the handsome stranger, the strict diet — it was your sister’s bias, Choi Seungcheol.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked softly, a hint of something like disappointment in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, my sister’s a fan. We’re actually here for your concert.” You took a sip of your hot chocolate, trying to keep things casual.

“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you a fan too?”

You shook your head with a smile. “Not exactly. I’m just here for my sister. I know a few of your songs, but I’m not a big fan.”

His grin widened. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. At least you’ve heard of us.” He took a bite of the donut and sighed dramatically. “This is going to cost me an extra mile on my run tomorrow.”

You laughed. “Don’t stress about it. One donut won’t ruin you.”

Seungcheol looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “You know, we’re always filmed from every angle. It messes with your mind sometimes, seeing all these sides of yourself that you don’t like.”

“I don’t think you have any bad sides,” you said, half-joking but also flirtatious, and he chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think I’m good-looking?” he teased.

“As if you don’t already know that, Seungcheol,” you retorted, standing up to grab your bag.

“Leaving already?” he asked, quickly getting to his feet to follow you.

“I was planning on walking around a bit more. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

He didn’t hesitate, and the two of you spent the rest of the night wandering through the quiet streets of Berlin. Time flew by as you talked, eventually finding yourselves at a small playground, where you lay side by side on the swings, gazing up at the stars.

“Will you be at the show tomorrow?” he asked softly, turning his head to look at you.

You nodded. “I’ll be there with my sister. She wants to be up front, so I guess I’ll be at the barricade.”

His eyes darkened with a playful intensity. “So, you’ll be watching me from up close, huh?” His hand gently brushed your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll make you a deal. If I find you in the crowd tomorrow, we’ll meet here again at 10 p.m., and... I’ll get my kiss.”

You gasped, cheeks flushing. “You want that kiss so badly?”

“You have no idea,” he murmured, and you found yourself nodding.

“Deal.”

Now, just a few hours after the concert, you sat on the swing at the playground, replaying concert videos on your phone. He was half an hour late.

With a sigh, you put your phone away, feeling a sinking disappointment. Of course, you’d been foolish to think this could be real. Seungcheol was an idol — why would he be interested in someone like you?

As you walked away, you muttered under your breath, “Stupid. Stupid boys, stupid me.”

You were halfway back to the hotel when you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you into the shadows. “I’m so sorry,” a familiar deep voice said.

You looked up, heart pounding. “Seungcheol?”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered. “We got held up with interviews, and when I finally got to the playground, you were gone. I had to find you.”

“I thought you played me,” you admitted softly, trying to hide the hurt.

“Never,” he said firmly. “I wanted to see you more than anything.”

You leaned closer to him, whispering, “Did anyone follow you?” He shook his head, his expression soft yet intense.

Without another word, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The moment his hands pulled you closer, your heart raced, and your mind went quiet. His lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours, and the world around you seemed to disappear. That kiss—it made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t before.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want to come upstairs? Fans could show up any minute now.”

You nodded, breathless. “Sure.”

You followed him through the quiet corridors, the space between you feeling like too much. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, every step increasing your need to be close to him again.

The door to his room had barely closed behind you before he had you against the wall, his hands exploring, his lips on yours again, more urgent this time. Every touch was electrifying, every kiss deepened the connection between you. It wasn’t just physical—it was intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming.

Time blurred as you spent the night tangled together, losing yourselves in each other. Moments of tenderness and passion intertwined as you explored each other’s bodies, finding new ways to make each other smile, gasp, and laugh. The intimacy was raw, yet filled with affection. By the time Seungcheol finally fell asleep, he was wrapped around you, his breathing soft and steady as he rested his head against your chest.

You lay there, your hand gently stroking his hair, your heart still racing from everything that had just happened. It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was the unexpected bond that had formed between the two of you.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, you stirred awake. Seungcheol was still asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and peaceful. For a moment, everything felt perfect—like a dream you never wanted to end.

But as you lay there, reality started to creep in. The world outside this room was different, harsher. Seungcheol wasn’t just any man; he was an idol, adored by millions. And you… you were just a girl from Germany, someone who had stumbled into his life by accident.

You sighed softly, careful not to wake him. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy here, in the quiet intimacy of the early morning, but what would happen when you left this room? He had a life in South Korea—a public, highly scrutinized life. And you? You had your life in Germany, far away from the spotlight and the complexities of fame.

Seungcheol stirred beside you, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He smiled sleepily, pulling you closer. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You smiled back, but the weight in your chest only grew heavier. "Good morning."

For a moment, you stayed there, wrapped in each other, neither wanting to face the inevitable. But as much as you wanted to stay in this perfect moment forever, you knew the conversation couldn’t wait.

“We need to talk,” you said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.

Seungcheol frowned slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, unsure of how to start. “This… last night, it was incredible. But you know we can’t keep this up, right? You’re an idol, Seungcheol. You live in Korea. And I… I’m just a girl from Germany.”

He sat up, his expression darkening. “What are you saying? That last night didn’t mean anything?”

“No, it meant everything,” you quickly reassured him. “That’s the problem. It meant too much. But you and I… we live in two different worlds. How can we possibly make this work? We just met, you don’t know me and I don’t know you“

Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair, frustration building in his eyes. “I don’t care about the distance. I don’t care about what anyone else thinks. I want to be with you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you shook your head. “But it’s not just about us, is it? You know how it is for idols. The fans, the media… if they found out, it would destroy you. It would ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I don’t care about any of that. I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s expected of me. For once, I want to do what I want.”

“But at what cost?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Do you really want to throw everything away for me? For someone who lives on the other side of the world?”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. Seungcheol’s eyes softened, the fight draining out of him as the reality of your words sank in.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And it’s funny because we just met, but we talked about things nobody knows.“

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you reached out, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want to lose you either. But we have to be realistic. We can’t be together… not like this.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. For a moment, you stayed like that, holding onto each other as if you could stop the inevitable from happening. But deep down, you both knew the truth.

With a heavy heart, you pulled away, grabbing your clothes and getting dressed in silence. Seungcheol didn’t stop you. He simply sat there, watching as you prepared to leave, his face a mask of heartbreak.

Before you left, you turned to him one last time. “Maybe one day things will be different. But for now… this is goodbye.”

His eyes were glossy, but he nodded, understanding that there was nothing more to say. "Goodbye, Y/N."

And with that, you left the room, your heart breaking with every step. As you walked down the hotel corridor, you realized that some love stories don’t have happy endings—not because they aren’t real, but because the world isn’t ready for them.

Seungcheol would always be a part of you, a memory tucked away in your heart. But your worlds were too different, the distance too great. And no matter how much you wished otherwise, some things were just not meant to be.

Seungcheol would just be a beautiful memory tucked away with he thought about lollapalooza 2024.

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AXIEIEEE hi this is a req ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ btw im on my way home to rec in my dreams rn!! anywayy i am SUCH a strong believer that jeonghan babies u no matter what or when. even in front of his members n theyre js like erm get a room? u cld literally say "hannie i made the bed" n he'd be all "omg my baby made the bed youre so cute" n then he kisses u ... do with this idea ish what u will!!! i believe in u cuz youre so good at writinf (btw your pinned says reqs are open but if they arent actually pleasee ignore this 😭)

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author's note. hi roxie meloved!! i hope u like ths one hehe, thank u for reqing <33 and again, good luck w exams if u have any more upcoming and im proud of u nevertheless the score!!!

word count. ~750

jeonghan is a devil in the disguise of an angel, everyone knows that. even carats adore his mischievous personality and tricks that he pulls on his members.

but the thing is that behind closed door, he truly is an angel. for you and only you.

“baby, do you want some coffee?” jeonghan asked, looking over his shoulder at you. his bare face was glowing, dark hair tucked behind his ear. he even let you put a hello kitty clip to keep them in one place. he was met with seungcheol’s teases but he ignored them.

“yes, please” you replied, eyes laser focused on the jenga tower in front of you.

it was 10 in the morning and you woke up like an hour ago from the sleepover you had with him and cheol. because they couldn’t join their members on tour, you decided to bless them with your amazing self.

“make me one too” cheol hummed and slowly but surely pulled out a wooden block.

now who jeonghan was to follow his leader’s orders?

you caught his cat-alike smirk painting on his lips and sighed.

“hannie, don’t be mean. make him a coffee too” you said, voice gentle. seungcheol looked at him confused, lips forming into a pout.

“listen to your partner…” he grunted and shook his head, adding more quietly underneath his breath “…if you don’t listen to me, listen to them at least”

couple of minutes later he joined you with three steaming cups. with your preferred coffee in your favorite mug and a simple one for seungcheol, even though he wasn’t a fan of plain black coffee. the oldest ignored that, just rolling his eyes.

you joined jeonghan to watch the boys practice, yet you two were slumped over the couch there.

in no time jeonghan began playing with your hair, fingers gently caressing through your h/c locks.

mingyu glared at you two curiously, nudging hoshi. the younger one grinned, heart melting upon the cute act of love blooming between you two.

jeonghan grabbed your face, cupping your cheeks and cooing at you.

“you’re so adorable, baby” he hummed and pecked your lips.

“but hannie, the boys–” you grunted through your squeezed cheeks. he just chuckled, mischievously smiling.

“i don’t care~” your boyfriend sing-sang happily “you’re my baby~”

placing another kiss on your lips, he hummed into it like a pleased cat that’s getting belly rubs.

“ew, get a room!” hoshi yelled, drawing a laugh from other members.

your cheeks turned beetroot red as you smacked jeonghan’s arm. he just shrugged and linked pinkies with you, playful smirk dancing on his features.

if jeonghan could, he’d give you the world, the stars, everything in this universe and back. and seeing you struggle or in pain was the last thing he wanted. but he knew that there are some things that you have to go through by yourself, like your finals.

“i could dress up as you and pretend i’m you!” your boyfriend teased one day when you clearly needed support, head almost blowing with the amount of knowledge you have to obtain.

so in times like this, when you’d spend nights studying and struggling with life, jeonghan knew that you need him. and that every thing, even a small one can be challenging.

“hannie, i made the bed today. i used a new–“ you started when he entered the bedroom. his eyes instantly went wide as jeonghan threw himself on the fresh sheets.

“ah, it smells so good!” he took a deep breath and hummed in delight. patting the spot next to him, he sent you a reassuring smile.

so you joined him, his arm almost instinctively wrapping around yours.

“my baby made the bed, good job” jeonghan smiled tenderly, brushing the strand hairs out of your face. you smiled, looking at his soft features “i’m proud, really. we’ll sleep comfortably tonight, hm?”

you nodded and turned, wrapping your arms around his waist and clinging onto your boyfriend like a koala.

“i’m tired” you mumbled quietly.

“i know, pretty. just a few moments more and you’ll rest. you’re so smart, you know? i believe in you” jeonghan kept reassuring you, his tender touch ghosting over your face “my cute baby, hm? no matter how you do on the exam, i’m proud of the effort you put in”

you smiled, inhaling the scent of fresh sheets and jeonghan’s cologne.

“my cutie…” he singsang and started lulling you to sleep with his angelic voice. not like you complained, you could use a nap either way.

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[existingingrey]

The "You laugh at my jokes, I'll laugh at yours" troop.

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[etherealyoungk]

bf!seventeen scenarios

you stirred in bed as you felt the pain become more and you curled up, closing your eyes as the cramps took over your body. you somehow managed to reach over the mingyu’s arm trying to shake him awake. “gyu”, you call out and he stirs awake beside you. he manages to turn on the bedside light and sees your teary eyes, sitting up immediately. you don’t have to tell him because he already knows. he’ll gently rub your back as he tells you that he was going to get you a hot water bottle. he’ll be back soon and the heat and warmth help. mingyu would gently scoop you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest and he’d rub gentle circles on your lower back to help ease the pain. “thanks”, you tell him softly and he hums in response. you’d fall asleep in his warmth and embrace and he’d not move, letting you sleep. he’d honestly hate seeing you in pain and would be glad you were feeling a bit better.

“baby i need your help”, seungcheol calls out for you as he appears in the room. “what’s wrong?”, you ask. “i need help with my tie”, he says. “but i don’t know how to”. “i’ll teach you hm i just can’t seem to get it right today”, he explains. little did you know this was a lie and he just wanted you to do it for him because he’s a big baby and just wanted to sneak in those extra few minutes with you before leaving for the event. he tells you step by step as you furrow your brows in concentration as you try to follow him. “like this?”, you ask, not looking up, and you’re completely oblivious to the way seungcheol is looking at you with the most whipped smile. “yeah and just pull it now”, he says and you do. it looked proper and you pull it and adjust the tie on him, looking at him. “there, is that okay?”, you ask and he nods “perfect”, he says as you straighten his blazer. you’re about to step back but he doesn’t let you go, bringing his arms around your waist. “aren’t you forgetting something?”, he prompts. “um no?”, tell and he proceeds to pout his lips, asking for a kiss. “really cheol”, you say, rolling your eyes but you give him a kiss nonetheless. and now seungcheol would always ask you to do his tie for him.

dokyeom singing you to sleep if you had trouble falling asleep. he’d hold you in his arms as he caressed your hair and softly sang to you. he’d sometimes send you voicemails of him singing so you could listen to them if he wasn’t able to be with you at that moment.

late-night calls with wonwoo who would be there to comfort you if you were having a hard time sleeping or having a bit too much anxiety. he'd distract you by telling you about his day and anything fun and interesting that's happened and you'd listen, the distracting helping. listening to his voice always brought you comfort and make you feel safe.

late-night period cravings with chan and that's how he was now driving you to the nearest mcdonalds drive through. he'd be more than happy to drive you and even offer to get it delivered but you wanted to go out, sick of being in bed all day. he'll know your order by heart and watch as you eat, content. and he'd just be happy because you were happy. he loved seeing you smile and he loved the way your laugh sounded in his ears. and of course, you steal a few bites of chan's burger because somehow what he orders was always good.

[degenerata69]

please talk about the au where Sangwoo joins the second games instead of the first!

Yesss.

I already did a list of head canons:

And here is the preamble.

I'd say it follows the original timeline. He is in a huge debt, being chased after the police and he is suicidal thanks to it. He is marked as "missing," he hasn't contacted anyone, the last thing he knew about his mother was that by some miracle, she managed to have her shop and house, he doesn't question it, he already have many problems to worry about, and his mom being well and thriving it's a stress relief. He is in a loss of hope for himself. He is not as confident, he believes he is a fraud and a failure. However, he couldn't face his mother nor the authorities and decided that entering the games is an alternative to committing suicide. It's important to note, although he is competitive and believes his life is worth risking in order to pay his debts, he is not *desperate* to win, given that his mother is fine and he is only advocating for himself, a life he doesn't value anymore given how badly things turned out for him.

Gi-Hun won the games; the glassmaker chooses wrong and dies on his own and Sae-Byeok dies from the glass that stabbed her.

Gi-Hun tries to call the guards so she can be treated, however she refuses, she knows she won't make it and she doesn't want to put Gi-Hun to play against her and kill her, knowing he wouldn't do it. So she prefers to accept her destiny while making him promise to take care of her family. She dies on his arms.

Given that they didn't do the votes and he didn't play the last game, he was able to arrive home to her mother before she passes out

He rushed her to the hospital, she got the best treatment that money could buy, but her mother's health was already in critical condition, unable to prevent her death.

All that blood money for nothing, he concluded.

He gave Kang Cheol to Sang-Woo's mother, he knew she lost everything out of the blue, she didn't want to give any explanations, and he thought about how horrible Sang-Woo must be to allow for his mother to go thru this, at the same time, he was worried sick something bad happened to him.

He decided it was his duty to help her, she was a mother figure and never hesitated to help him and his mother when they were at their lowest. Kang Cheol would give her the company that his ungrateful son didn't. He knows Cheol would be raised right, she raised a SNU buisness graduate afterall, and he'd be able to give them what he owed to Sae-Byeok.

The rest follows as canon, he wants to stop the games yada yada, he is traumatized, but not as traumatized as canon. Y'now?

I'd do a follow-up on more of the AU once I rewatch the series. LMK your thoughts, and if you'd add or change something 😁😁.