#Seungcheol seventeen

[daisymbin]

Can i request 16. "you still wear the necklace i gave you?" with cheol

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second chance prompt #16: "you still wear the necklace i gave you?"

the atmosphere at the dinner table was light, the boys laughing and chatting as they dug into their food, but a quiet tension lingered between you and seungcheol. the history between you two was thick, and though you tried to pretend everything was fine, your heart told a different story. you hadn’t seen him in months, not in a setting like this, not with all the old warmth and familiarity wrapped up in a shared meal.

soonyoung’s voice broke the silence, a grin on his face as he pointed toward you. "hey, didn't i get you a necklace for your birthday? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you wear it."

you stiffened, glancing down at your shirt, hoping the necklace wasn’t visible. it wasn’t—it was tucked neatly under the fabric, hidden from view—but the mention of it made your chest tighten. it had been a thoughtful gift from soonyoung, but there was something else more meaningful adorning your collarbones.

you gave a quick smile and brushed off the comment. "oh, i wear it sometimes," you lied; you've never once worn it. forcing a lightheartedness smile you didn’t feel, "just not today."

seungcheol’s gaze lingered on you from across the table. he didn’t say anything, but the bitterness in his heart grew as he thought back to the necklace he had given you. it wasn’t like he wanted to obsess over it, but every time he saw you, every time he thought of you, his mind kept circling back to that necklace—the one that was supposed to mean something. it made him wonder if you had thrown it away. if it was lying in some forgotten drawer, forgotten like the love you’d once shared.

you shifted in your seat, feeling seungcheol’s gaze on you, but when you dared to meet his eyes, he quickly looked away. it stung. the distance between you two had never been more obvious.

when dinner ended, you offered to get more soju for everyone. you rose from your seat and made your way to the kitchen, trying to push away the thoughts swirling in your mind. you hadn’t worn the necklace that soonyoung had gotten you—not once. the truth was, the only necklace you still wore was the one seungcheol had given you on your first anniversary. you had kept it on, tucked under your shirt, never wanting to take it off.

as you pulled out the soju bottles, trying to ignore the small sting in your chest, you heard footsteps behind you. jeonghan’s voice was calm, but there was an edge of amusement in it. "seungcheol, go help her with the soju. she’ll appreciate it."

you didn’t want to turn around, but you couldn’t ignore the hesitation in his tone. when seungcheol stepped into the kitchen, his presence felt heavy. you tried to act normal, focusing on uncapping the soju bottles, but the tension between you both was undeniable.

he cleared his throat. "you... need help with anything else?" his voice was tight, as if he was trying to make small talk but didn’t quite know how.

you glanced up at him, offering a small smile. "no, i’m good. just this." you tried to keep your voice light, but there was a coldness in the air that you couldn’t shake.

seungcheol nodded, looking down at the floor. he shifted awkwardly, his heart sinking with every passing second. she’s moved on, he thought bitterly. she’s fine without me, she doesn't need me.

you barely noticed the change in him, your focus fixed on the task at hand, afraid that if you looked at him too long, you might lose control of the feelings bubbling beneath the surface. you were terrified of what might slip out. the truth was, you hadn’t moved on. you couldn’t. but you couldn’t let him see that either.

the silence stretched between you two until you bent down to retrieve a cup from the bottom drawer. as you did, the neckline of your shirt shifted, revealing the necklace resting just beneath your skin. it was enough for seungcheol to see it. the sight of it caused his breath to catch in his throat.

his heart hammered in his chest. he froze, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions flood through him. before he could stop himself, the words were out.

"you still wear the necklace i gave you?" he asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper, like he was afraid to hear the answer.

feeling caught, you didn’t look up at him immediately, but the weight of his words made your stomach twist. you felt the familiar cool metal of the necklace hitting against your skin like a reminder of him. you realised that even when it hurt to wear it, you still did.

slowly, you looked up at him, eyes soft but guarded. "i never took it off," you said quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. "it’s still with me."

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the world outside seemed to disappear, and the only thing that mattered was the look in his eyes—the way they softened, the way the pain you’d both buried seemed to surface all at once.

finally, seungcheol took a step closer, his voice barely audible. "i... i thought you’d moved on. its been 6 months, why are you still wearing it?"

you shook your head slowly, a sadness lingering in your gaze. "i never moved on, cheol. & it reminds me of you, feels like you're still here with me."

he swallowed hard, his heart swelling with a mixture of hope and guilt. he had been wrong. you hadn’t moved on. you still wore the necklace.

he stepped forward, his hand reaching out instinctively. "do you think..you could learn to love me again?"

you took a breath, meeting his gaze with more courage than you thought you had. "i never stopped,"

the tension between you two finally began to break, the air clearing, and for the first time in months, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other.

it wasn’t the end. not yet.

[cheolslz]

maybe getting mad at your boyfriends over something petty wasn't the best idea.

pairing; 95line x fem!reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

w/c; 2.1k

a/n - based on this request. this is not proofread at all so ignore if any grammatical errors 😔 it's my first full fic so I'll appreciate any and every feedback!

smut warnings under the cut!

warnings; mentions of a creep at a club, poly, established relationship, dom!95line x sub! reader, degradation, petnames (babe, love, princess, cockslut), unprotected sex (don't do this), oral (m. receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, slight chocking, fluff at the end. lmk if I missed anything!

It's 8pm. You haven't checked your phone all day. you were supposed to be off work 2 hours ago but your boss decided today would be the perfect day to ask you to do their monthly statistics compilation. 

As you make your way upstairs the tiredness of the long workday finally kicks in. you sigh when you reach the door, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of your own home and your three boyfriends.

Hard days like this were guaranteed with a high profile job but you knew no matter what happens you’d always come home to the loves of your life.

As you open the door, the smell of your apartment fills your heart with a fuzzy warmth. You walk in and close the door behind you and it slowly hits you.

It's quiet.

Now living with 3 other people, there was always some form of noise in the house. Whether it be Jeonghan's tv show marathons, Joshua's guitar or Seungcheol listening to music, there was always some sound to fill the empty feeling in your ear.

A look around you can see that no one was at home. At first you assume Seungcheol was finally able to convince Jeonghan and Joshua to join the gym with him. You open your phone to see if any of them texted you their whereabouts.

[5:27]

Seungcheol : babe when are you off work?

Seungcheol : we were thinking of going to a movie 

Seungcheol : i know you said you weren't interested in this genre but we really want to watch it

Seungcheol : text us when ur done?

[6:07]

Jeonghan : babeee the movie is at 6:30 you’re supposed to be off work by now where are youuuu

[6:24]

Joshua : hey we’re at the movie okay?

Joshua : we came without you because you said you last week that you weren’t that interested in this

Joshua : we’ll see you in 3 hours <3

Oh. They went to see a movie. Without you.

They’re not wrong, you did say war centric and movies more than 2 hours weren’t your thing but, they could’ve waited right? It's not like it's only going to play at the theatre once. They could’ve easily waited for you and asked?

You're not the type of person to get mad about things like this. Usually you'd brush it off and move on but maybe it's the mixed frustration of work and your boss that you decide to make a phone call

“Hey are you free clubbing tonight?”

So, this was a really bad idea. It's 9pm, you're at a shady club and your friend ditched you to go hook up with someone. When you initially called chan he was constantly reassuring you that he’ll be with you all night because you need it.

His bad jokes and humour for a second did make you feel better but the minute you guys entered the club and he laid his eyes on this girl, it was game over.

You can't blame him, she was pretty as hell. If he wasn't rushing to get alone with her you would’ve asked her where her eyeshadow was from. Now you're alone at the bar, staring at the drink in your hand. Your phone keeps lighting up with notifications but you don't respond.

[8:50]

Seungcheol : babe where are you?

Seungcheol : we left early because the movie was boring you were right

Seungcheol : please respond to us

Seungcheol : i know you're mad at us im sorry

[2 missed calls from Seungcheol]

[1 missed call from Jeonghan]

[3 missed calls from Joshua]

[1 missed call from Seungcheol]

You feel bad. You should respond, you should let them know you’re safe but for this once you feel like proving something to them. What exactly are you proving? Well, you haven't really figured that out yet.

You're staring at your phone when a voice interrupts your thoughts

“Hey, what's someone like you doing here alone?”

You look at your side to see a tall man in all black. He has short bleached hair and a pretty face. You laugh off his comment, not wanting to interact with anyone right now.

“Im mark, i couldn't help but notice how pretty you are” he smiles and extends his hand which you accept with a smile. 

A few minutes of talking later, you start getting uncomfortable. Mark keeps trying to get you to leave with him even though you stated you had a boyfriend. He shrugs it off, his hand sliding to your waist and talking to you about how that doesn't matter.

You laugh nervously and excuse yourself to the bathroom, clutching your phone in your hands. You call the first person who shows up and he picks up in half a ring

“y/n? love where are you we’re worried sick”

“Seungcheol…im at levels bar please come pick me up there's someone making me uncomfortable”

You hear some shuffling in the background and Seungcheol reassures you that they're on their way. 

About 20 minutes later you get a text from Joshua saying they're outside. You have to convince them not to come into the club, not wanting the situation to escalate or get worse. You successfully sneak out of the club, thanking your luck that Mark was now occupied with some other girl.

As you spot your boyfriends, you see relief wash over them. They bombard you with questions and when you confirm you’re okay, they help you in the car and drive back. 

The air in the car is a little tense, no one clearly wants to bring up the topic of why you were at a club alone. Seungcheol had a rule you all followed - if there was something to talk about, you’d do it at home.

Once the car is parked, the four of you silently walk to your door. Jeonghan opens the door and lets all of you in. you take off your shoes and go sit on the couch, preparing yourself for whatever they’d ask you.

“Well? You want us to start?”

“I'm sorry” you say immediately, looking at the floor beneath you. You hear someone walking towards you.

A soft hand trails your face and lifts your chin to look up. Seungcheol has a small smile playing on his lips when he asks “what are you sorry for?”

“For getting mad at you guys and going to the club. I should've just told you i was mad at you” Seungcheol gives you a satisfied grin, his hand still forcing you to look at them standing over you

“We were worried sick, you know? You really almost gave us a heart attack” Joshua sighs looking at you. You give him a sad smile

“I'll make it up to you” you say and Jeonghan laughs loud, his voice echoing through the room

“Trust me you will” he says and walks over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashes his lips onto yours. He makes you lean back on the couch as he hovers over you, his lips moving in sync with yours as his tongue explores your mouth.

you feel the couch sink beside you and before you can see who it is, Joshua pulls you onto his lap, His firm body pressed on your back. You whimper as you feel his cock straining against his pants on your lower back. 

It doesn't take long before they’ve helped you out of your clothes and all four of you are naked. Jeonghan goes to the bedroom to grab a bottle of lube.

You turn your face to kiss Joshua, slowly grinding your ass on his cock as Seungcheol sucks on your neck. His hands fondle your breasts, squeezing the pinching your nipple to hear those oh so sweet sounds you make. your moans muffled by Joshua's mouth.

You moan into Joshua's mouth as you feel Seungcheol trail his kisses down to your breasts and suck on them. 

Jeonghan walks back in and tosses the bottle to Joshua. Joshua pours some on his fingers and circles your rim

“Gonna take me properly love?” Joshua whispers in your ear and you nod, unable to form coherent sentences. Joshua slowly aligns his cock with your rim and pushes in. The stretch hurts at first but the pain fuzes into a cloud of pleasure for you.

As Joshua slowly lowers you on him, Seungcheol aligns himself with your cunt. Unlike Joshua, Seungcheol isn't soft in the bedroom.

He knows exactly how to push you far enough for it to feel best, so he waits until you're fully lowered on Joshua's lap and he slams his entire length inside you. 

His tip his your cervix perfectly, knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

“F-fuck.. So..fu-full” you moan out.

You take a moment to regain your breath, back arched on Joshua as groans in your ear. 

Jeonghan, clearly feeling a bit left out, tangles his hands in your hair and pulls your face off of Joshua's neck. He slaps his cock against your cheek and lips as he smiles down at you

“Open up” he commands.

As you open your mouth and suck Jeonghan's tip, Seungcheol takes the initiative to move. He slowly drags his cock out and thrusts his full length into you again making you moan on Jeonghan. The movement makes Joshua hit deeper in you. 

Both of them start moving inside you. Seungcheol and him have a mismatched pace making you see stars as you suck Jeonghan harder. 

Jeonghan holds the back of your neck and thrusts into your mouth, making you take him deeper as tears well in your eyes. He throws his head back and fucks your mouth.

The room is filled with groaning and skin slapping as Jeonghan hits the back of your throat with each move.

“Such a pretty fucking cockslut. You like us filling you up like this huh?” Seungcheol grunts and moves his hips faster. You try to respond but the cloud of lust fills your mind as you feel yourself reaching your edge.

Joshua, the ever observant slides his hand down to your clit and slowly rubs his thumb against it. The sensation makes you moan against Jeonghans cock, the vibrations making him moan your name. 

After a few more thrusts you feel his movements stutter as he fucks your face. 

“Want me to cum in your mouth princess?” he groans as you slip him out of your mouth to answer

“P-please Jeonghan..ne-need it”

 Your pretty face begging for him is all he needs before he cums in your throat with a final thrust, painting it white. He pulls out and watches you swallow with a satisfied grin before collapsing on the couch next to Joshua.

The other 2 are not too far behind to follow, their movements becoming more erratic as they reach their highs. Joshua cums with a loud groan and throws his head back on the couch.

His hands keep moving on your clit as he comes down his high, his breathing heavy and inconsistent. 

“Gonna fill you up so well you wont even fucking think about pullling this shit again” Seungcheol curses and his hand wraps around your neck. The slight cut in air with the stimulation on your clit makes you fall off the edge as you cum on Seungcheol’s cock, his orgasm following yours.

Your releases mix together inside you as he rides out his high. You lay back on Joshua as he and Seungcheol slowly pull out. The emptiness and the feeling of their cum spilling out of you makes you whimper. Your thighs sticky with your mixed releases.

You slowly feel yourself coming down from that cloud as Joshua pats your shoulder

“You okay? Did we go too hard on you love?” he asks with slight concern in his voice but you shake your head no. They could never hurt you. 

The three of them help you get up and take a shower, laying out clean warm clothes for you and helping you lay on the bed. Jeonghan lays down next to you and pulls you into a warm hug. 

“Don't do that again okay? You really had us worried” he whispers in your hair.

“Im sorry, i shouldn't have disappeared over something so small”

you say quietly but the 3 of them hear it, they always do. 

Seungcheol presses a kiss to your forehead as Joshua rubs your back.

“We love you, don't forget that okay?”

[addicsvt]

unfair!

pairing - boyfriend seungcheol x reader genre - fluff word count - 348 warnings - pet names synopsis - your favourite thing to do in the morning? admire your boyfriend a/n - please take this as a thank you for the 600 on the wonwoo fic 😭 a little scared to post this cause i dont think its thats good 🏃💨 hbd in advance to my pookie <3

Geez, when was the sun this bright?

The sun almost takes offence to your thought making it's rays brighter, somewhow. You squint your eyes turning your head to see someone beside you. Someone sleeping very peacefully, it's your boyfriend seungcheol. If only people knew how much you loved this man, too much to be describe in mere words. And, your doing it again, admiring him. Who could even blame you, he was perfect.

"Baby, your looking again." Seungcheol said voice laced with sleep, he was clearly in a fight between sleep and consciousness. His hair was all ruffled and his dimples were showing, were you getting butterflies at 10am? Yes you were.

"You can't blame me." You pouted only resulting in a soft chuckle from him.

He inched closer to you, arm draped around your waist as he whispered softly in your ear. "Oh, yes I can."

"It's not my fault your so pretty cheollie," You protested knowing how much he loved that nickname.

"The adjective pretty should only belong to you baby." He murmured as you felt his calloused hand cupping your cheeks.

"Your wrong," You muttered.

Seungcheol only snickered placing his other hand under your chin to lift it, meeting his gaze. "You know I'm right,"

"Are you?" You taunted, only to be met with a sly but soft smirk resting on his face. He definitely plotted something, you knew he had been learning from Jeonghan recently.

"l am." He responded coyly before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You always got butterflies every time.

"I won todays morning kiss! try harder next time!" He snickered as you pretended to sigh in defeat. There he was, your playful husband.

"Not fair! Did Jeonghan tell you to do this?" You responded in feign annoyance, rolling your eyes.

"Yep!" He bragged in excitement, eyes practically shining.

"Well, I'll take the second morning kiss then!" You replied with an edge of competitiveness in your voice as you gave him a soft peck. He got all giddy the feeling of your warm lips on his.

"Unfair!"

"Definitely fair."

ADDICSVT 2024

[jae-bummer]

Right Here With Me

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

Prompt:

19) Taking care of your tipsy bias.

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Closing your eyes, you sighed. "Coups."

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

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

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

"Everything," he said with a stubborn nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seungcheol..."

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

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

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

"And you're scared."

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

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

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

I want you here, Y/N."

"Because you're drunk."

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

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

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

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

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The Morning After

[ginxyy]

Midnight Kiss

Well, that was a New Year’s Eve kiss you won’t forget any time soon.

The countdown was in full swing, and the world outside was a vivid tapestry of firework bursts and laughter. You stood amidst a throng of revelers, the air thick with excitement and the unmistakable scent of romance. It was New Year’s Eve, that magical time when the past year fades away, filled with optimism for what lies ahead. But if anyone had told you that you'd be sharing a kiss at midnight with none other than Seungcheol, the charismatic leader of Seventeen, you would've snorted into your champagne. And yet, here you were, heart racing, eyes sparkling, and not just from the bubbles in your glass.

You had come to this lavish party an elusive invite you had miraculously secured hoping for a glimpse of your favorite idols, fully aware that you were just a regular girl in a sea of ultra-glam celebrities. The room was alive with chatter and clinking glasses, but beneath the festive chaos, your heart betrayed you, thumping erratically as you caught sight of Seungcheol. He stood a few yards away, effortlessly charming, laughter dancing in his eyes as he interacted with his friends. You tried to play it cool, but your hands were clammy with equal parts nervousness and exhilaration. Would your eyes betray the thrill that surged within, or could you keep your heart locked away from the onlookers?

As the grand clock inched closer to midnight, you found yourself drawn toward the gathering crowd, your friends cheering sporadically, attempting to initiate party games with fellow fans. You could feel the anticipation build; the air was thick with a palpable energy that made it impossible to stay still. Whatever worries you had evaporated as the lights dimmed and the countdown begana resounding reminder that something huge was about to happen.

“Ten... nine... eight...” The collective voice of the crowd crescendoed as you joined in, adrenaline pulsing through you. With every number, you felt your heart race a little faster. You glanced back at Seungcheol, who was now directly across from you, his eyes sparkling like the stars a dangerous juxtaposition of celebrity confidence and boyish charm.

“Seven... six...” You debated calling out his name, fighting the urge to break the spell. Who were you, after all? As if sensing your vulnerability, he turned suddenly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Five... four...” You never believed in fate, but at that moment, you felt the universe shift. Just a normal girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders, yet here you were, caught in the magnetism that radiated from him.

“Three... two...” The countdown echoed through your being like a drum, building excitement and nerves simultaneously. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, harmonizing with the restless crowd as they inch closer to the climactic moment—a massive wave of exhilaration surging through everyone.

“ONE!”

The room erupted as fireworks lit up for miles, painting the night sky in vibrant colors. For a brief moment, you were lost in the brilliance, but your reality quickly settled back in. You turned toward Seungcheol, and in a whirlwind of spontaneous decisions, you both found yourselves standing in front of each other, the loud clamor fading into mere background noise.

In a matter of seconds, the world around you seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of you under a shower of glitter. Your heart raced as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. With everyone around you cheering and celebrating, time stood still. There were no words needed, no awkward small talk just the undeniable chemistry pulling you both into an orbit of sheer magic.

Suddenly, his lips met yours, and wow, was that kiss electrifying. The world dissolved into a sweet haze of fireworks and a heartbeat that felt impossibly magnetic. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like a warm embrace amid the winter chill. It wasn’t just any kiss; it had that raw spontaneity of a couple dropping their guards amidst a swirling chaos. You could feel laughter spilling from him, but it morphed into something deeper as you lost yourself in the moment. You could taste the effervescent boost of your champagne on his lips, and you couldn’t help but laugh through the kiss, echoing his delight.

“I can’t believe we’re kissing!” you muffled, breaking apart ever so slightly, your eyes widening as it finally sank in, the reality of sharing a New Year’s Eve kiss with someone you admired so deeply.

“How could we not? It’s a classic ‘midnight kiss’,” Seungcheol chuckled, mischief dancing in his eyes. There it was his signature warmth, his charm that made it all seem effortlessly spontaneous, even amidst the hoards of fans and flashing cameras.

“Is this going to make headlines?” you joked nervously, glancing furtively around you. His laughter rang out, a comforting melody that entangled you both as you navigated the chaos swirling around you.

“Probably,” he said with a wink. “But I promise, I’m not just a headline I’m a great kisser!” There was something about the way he said it that made you want to both laugh and swoon, as if he had just opened a door into his playful world.

“Let’s make it one for the books, then!” you shot back playfully, feeling the bubbling excitement of spontaneity spiral into another playful kiss. If this was the era of clumsy resolutions and sparkling champagne, you were ready to craft this beautiful disarray into a story that would have you chuckling long after the evening ended.

As the party continued on around you, you quickly discovered that sometimes being normal wasn’t so bad, especially when you find yourself at the center of a whirlwind romance that feels like a dream an unexpected, delightful surprise that made New Year’s Eve everything you never knew you wanted. And as laughter mixed with fireworks and enchanting moments lingered in the air, you knew this was one midnight kiss you would never forget.

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ꢐ S.coups ꒰ ꒰ seventeen ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[joonmon]

Day 8😆✨

[heartsfromia]

a helping hand — c. seungcheol

pairing: non-idol! seungcheol x f!reader

word count: 4,872

genre: minor angst, fluff, workplace romance

warnings: reader experiences sleep deprivation, curse words, reader is a b*tch to cheol cuz of sleep deprivation and an annoying manager

author's notes: i have returned with more (not proofread) writing !

Your eyes were practically filled with lead as you stared at your computer screen, the design you had opened on Photoshop blurring as consciousness continues to slip past your fingers. Whatever you had planned on fixing with the design in front of you was long gone with your sanity and will to stay awake. As darkness surrounds you, all you could hear is the clicking of your mouse and keyboard, your department completely empty aside from you.

Your eyes flickered to the bottom corner of your screen; 08:24 PM, it read. Everyone else in the department had gone home, at six, but because your annoying, and cutthroat new team manager was giving you so much crap for the designs you submitted for next quarter’s social media, you were forced to work later to fix the mistakes she had pointed out.

It wasn’t unusual for the design team to stay later in the office to finish up projects, but your former team manager never allowed anyone to stay past seven. Safe to say, your new team manager didn’t care—all she cared about was that you work quick, and efficient. If it requires staying overnight at the office, then better bring out your neck pillow.

“Hello? Is someone still here?” Jumping in your chair, you looked over the dividers of your cubicle, spotting Seungcheol, an employee in the Marketing division, standing by the door.

Raising your hand, you announced, “I am.”

Seungcheol’s eyes squinted, trying to spot you through the dark before his eyebrows knitted together in confusion upon seeing you in the empty room. “Y/N? What are you still doing here?” His footsteps echoed throughout the empty room, approaching you and seating himself in the cubicle beside you. “Working on something?”

You weakly nodded, sleep returning to fog your brain. “I have revisions from Hyunhee.”

“Hyunhee?”

“Our new team manager,” you grumbled, just thinking about the woman made your head ache in annoyance. “Since Jiha is on maternal leave, I have to handle both hers and my own projects, and Hyunhee—safe to say—” you motioned to the empty room “—she’s a pain in my ass.”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “And this?” He nodded his head towards your computer.

“It’s for next quarter’s Instagram feed, but Hyunhee has a completely different idea to what my former team manager had, so she hates every single thing that I’ve given her.”

“Really? She’s that bad?”

You nod, your lips jutting out slightly as you recall how terrible Hyunhee was to you since she became the team manager. “I don’t get it, though—don’t get me wrong, she’s a nightmare to everyone, but it feels especially bad when it comes to me.”

“How come?”

“It might be because on her first day, I had a septum piercing, and she called me out on that saying it’s unprofessional and that I should remove it,” you explained, the design on your computer long forgotten as you shifted in your chair to face Seungcheol. Your brows furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you still here?”

“I left at six, but came back because I forgot my phone charger,” he explained, “and since the janitor was mopping up the area in front of the lift, I chose to go down the stairs and walked past here and noticed the light in your cubicle.”

“It must be nice having an overbearing manager,” you mumbled, adding, “you can leave once work hours are over.”

“Why don’t you continue it tomorrow, Y/N?” He takes a gander at your work. “It looks good, too, you can do finishing touches tomorrow morning.”

“Because Hyunhee wants it tomorrow, before she comes in,” you responded, the urge to cry out of frustration growing stronger. “And this design is the one that she rejected, all of it.” You couldn’t but chuckle at Seungcheol when he stares at you with widened eyes, shocked.

“Is this even allowed? I get staying an hour after work hours end, but it’s almost nine, Y/N.”

“She doesn’t really care, just cares that the project is complete and placed on her desk when she asked for it,” you informed him, and immediately looked away as he stares at you in pity. It’s pathetic, really, to feel obligated to invest so much time and energy for something you knew could be completed within working hours. Maybe you were scared of Hyunhee. Rumors say that she got the job as team manager because she is indirectly connected to the Chief of Operation in your company, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you crossed the line.

Or in this case, submit a late project.

“Do you want me to accompany you while you work on this? I don’t mind staying in late,” Seungcheol offered, and your heart couldn’t help but melt at his offer. You couldn’t lie that being accompanied by an attractive guy as the hours grow late wasn’t a bad thing—it could help keep you awake, too, but you felt bad. This wasn’t Seungcheol’s project to complete, it was (unfortunately) yours.

So, you shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile, “No need, Cheol. I might go home in twenty minutes, and continue then.”

“I’ll accompany you until then, Y/N,” he states, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest to indicate he wasn’t going to move.

“Seriously, Cheol, you can go home, I’ll be fine.”

He only shakes his head, standing (or sitting) his ground. He then nods his head towards your abandoned project. “Go on, Y/N, move it to your USB.”

As you move the files to your flash drive, Seungcheol stood from the chair, eyes wandering around your cubicle space, noticing the little pictures you had all around the walls of the divider—there were a few of you with your friends and family, none that came off to be anything more than platonic.

Why was he even looking to see if you had a partner or not? His cheeks heated at the realization when his heart raced at the possibility of you being single.

“Seungcheol?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, what?” You couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his flustered face beneath the dim lighting of your cubicle. Your interactions with Seungcheol aren’t daily, but they’re enough to have you form an interest towards the Marketing division employee. He’s also the only one from the Marketing division that doesn’t give ridiculous deadlines like the rest of his team.

“I’m ready,” you repeated, and he nodded, taking a step back to allow you to walk ahead of him after turning off your desk lamp and the two of you left the office.

“Do you usually stay at the office this long?” Seungcheol asks as the two of you stepped into the elevator, and you shake your head no before answering, leaning your back against the metal walls.

“Not really, I get really bad headaches if I stay up too long, so safe to say I’m going to have a blast tomorrow at work,” you answered with a bitter chuckle. “It wouldn’t be a problem if right when I get home, I sleep, but I still have a lot to fix before tomorrow morning, so…” You trailed off with a shrug, Seungcheol’s look of concern not going unnoticed, causing you to chuckle. “It’s fine, Cheol… I’ll be fine.”

He only nodded, not convinced enough but didn’t press on. “Did you drive here?”

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded, and that was the end of your conversation as the two of you bid goodbye before climbing into your cars and driving separate directions towards your homes. As you had told him, the moment you stepped into your apartment, you didn’t directly fall into the soft covers of your bed, knowing well enough that the second your head touches your fluffed up pillow, you’d be out like a light.

So, you placed your work laptop onto your coffee table, arranging your pillows in a way that allowed you to sit on your wooden floor without flattening your butt. You brewed up a shot of espresso, ordering something to snack on as you turned on your personal laptop for an ambience. Once you felt that you could comfortably continue the project, you put on your headphones and got to work, eyes flickering between the laptop and the sheet of paper that Hyunhee had revised, making sure that all details she demanded of were there.

It was 4:52 AM when you finally finished everything, double checking and adjusting all elements before saving and resting your head on your arms that were folded on the coffee table. Despite downing two cups of iced coffee, the caffeine could not completely erase your exhaustion and soon enough, you awoke to your alarm, indicating that it was already eight in the morning, and you needed to be in the office before nine-thirty.

As you pushed yourself up, your head immediately spun, your vision blurring and for a couple seconds, an aching feeling pierced through your skull, forcing you to have to sit for a minute to let it pass. Damn it, today was going to be difficult to get through with your obvious sleep deprivation. Not even taking an ibuprofen could aid the headache that was going to worsen the longer you stayed awake, but you couldn’t call in sick, especially an hour before the day starts. Hyunhee has always nagged about last-minute excuses, asking (demanding) all of you to inform her 24 hours before, and anything after would not be allowed.

Pushing yourself, you quickly showered, deciding to grab breakfast on the way and within twenty minutes, you were out of your apartment and on the way to the office. Upon arrival, you practically sprinted to your office, eyes locking with your co-workers as they stare at you and shake their heads, indicating that Hyunhee hasn’t arrived yet. With a sigh of relief, you tip-toe into your supervisor’s office, placing the printed results and found your cubicle, practically falling onto your chair.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” You glance over at Yeeun, finding her staring at you with a look of concern. “You look really pale, Y/N, how much sleep did you get last night?”

“Barely any,” you answered with a pout, grabbing your phone to see your face. Although, you couldn’t really tell the difference. You did feel terrible, but safe to say, work isn’t that fun for you to put on so much effort for a job that doesn’t pay you enough. “I finished the Youngbok project just this morning.”

“Seriously? You’re still working on that?”

Before you could answer, Hyunhee bid everyone a good morning as she entered the department, her heels clicking against the ceramic floor as she walks into her office. You could only share a knowing look with your co-worker as you sunk into your chair.

It was good twenty minutes of peace in the Graphic Designs department, the clicking of keyboard and mice, and soft murmuring of the employees filling the air before a shrill yell emerged from Hyunhee’s office, a shiver running up your spine as you realized in your sleep deprived state that she had called you.

Yeeun shared the same look of genuine fear with you, as everyone stared at you with wide-eyes. You stood from your chair, the steps you took to Hyunhee’s office felt heavy, as if the soles of your shoes were filled with lead. Dread began to fill your body to the tips of your hair as you gently knock on your superior’s door, her eyes glaring at you before staring at the sheets of printed out designs you had laid out. You entered her office after excusing yourself in a tone nothing higher than a whisper, and she glances between the door and you, signaling you to close the door.

This isn’t going to end well, you couldn’t help but think as you push the door, the clicking of the lock practically echoing throughout the department, everyone outside of where you were, were sat at the edge of their seat, fearing for what was about to happen.

There was a deafening silence as you stood in front of her desk, watching as she flips through your designs, and you felt yourself disassociating for a second, in a daze as your eyes gloss over while staring at her crossing out everything with her wretched red marker.

A slam of the compiled prints against the ceramic floor broke your daze, and you found your designs by your feet, on the floor.

If you were pale from sleep deprivation then, you were now pale from pure fear.

“What the hell is that?”

“I-it’s the revised designs you asked of me,” you stutter, internally beating yourself up for sounding so scared.

“Are you sure? Because I asked for designs, not pure rubbish, Y/N,” she insults, her words laced purely with venom as she stares you down. Not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet and she took that opportunity to berate you even more. “I don’t understand what Mr. Kim had saw in you, but it sure as well wasn’t anything good, because how is that you have worked in this department for so long, and yet, are incapable of providing compelling designs, hm?”

“I’m sorry, Hyunhee, I will work on it and fix everything I did wrong,” you quickly apologized, kneeling down to pick up the papers.

She leans forward, resting her chin atop her hands, as she glares at you. “I want them today, before you leave the office—even if that means you have to spend the night here, I don’t care.”

“I-I understand,” you muttered, ducking your head.

“Leave.” She didn’t have to tell you twice before you dipped out of her office, tossing the paper onto your desk and slumped into your seat. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry and scream, but you didn’t want to give Hyunhee the satisfaction that she actually broke you apart. All eyes were on you, however, everyone knew better than to bother or ask someone after they had faced the devil incarnate. Yeeun found it difficult to turn a blind eye on your obvious disoriented state, from both sleep deprivation and having faced Hyunhee so early in the morning, but she knew you’d snap if she even poked you.

You wanted to leave, walk out of the office because you believed you didn’t deserve to be treated like that unwarranted, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring your feet to stand up and walk out that door knowing well enough that you can never come back in. You would have lost your job—all the work that you put into this job for the past year would be thrown out the window because a woman that has barely sat in that office feels that she has power over you, and your future. In a way, she did. Her words will always go against yours, and hers—backed by the connections that got her this job with minimal experience in graphic design—would always prevail.

So, all you could was listen and work on the revisions she had given. No word had left your lips since you had left Hyunhee’s office, and no one bothered you as you put on earphones and focused on the project opened. Your break times consisted of staying seated in your chair, opening YouTube to watch some video that you couldn’t pay attention to, watching it for five minutes before closing and continuing the project.

Before you knew it, shades of orange had begun to bleed through the blinds of the office, people were packing up and sparing pitiful glances as they bid each other goodbye, their wary gaze not unnoticed by you. Nonetheless, you paid them no mind, completely set on finishing everything before the day ends. You were lucky enough to gain at least thirty minutes of sleep because Hyunhee had left the office early, allowing for you to close your eyes with no fear of being woken up by the she-demon.

You were tempted on sleeping, anyway, knowing well enough you’d wake up with an ache in your neck and an unfinished assignment. Your eyes were closing slowly, your screen blurring as you felt sleep take over you, only to jump, a scream exiting your lips when you felt a hand grasp your shoulder.

“Oh my—I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Seungcheol profusely apologized when he noticed the tears brimming at your eyes from the genuine scare. “I called you earlier, but I didn’t see you wearing earphones.”

Too tired, too angry, you couldn’t muster up a comment, only shrugging off his hand as you turned your head to your computer, the jolt from Seungcheol giving you a bit of energy to work off of.

“Hey, I heard, by the way, from everyone that Hyunhee gave you an earful,” he stated, sitting besides you.

You couldn’t help but scoff, “An earful? That’s an understatement.”

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

Aggravated, you removed both earbuds from your ears, spinning with a sharp turn on your chair to face Seungcheol, your brows furrowed and fury running through your veins. All you ask is to not be disturbed until you get this stupid, cursed project done, was that so much? “Do I look okay, Seungcheol?”

Noticing your hostile behaviour, his expression mirrored yours, with a touch of worry found in the glint of his eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay, Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude, if that’s how I come off right now.”

“Well, you do, alright?” You lifted your earphones, waving it in front of him. “If I have these on, it’s a universal sign that I don’t want to talk to anyone—you noticed them, why are you bothering me right now?”

Taken aback by your words, he was stunned—his mouth opened then closed, unsure on how to react to your sudden behaviour. He has never seen you this angry, not even when ranting about Hyunhee. You watched as his jaw clenched, momentarily looking away as if that would allow him to cool down, before he clapped his hands on his knees and stood from his chair.

“You’re obviously exhausted, Y/N, Yeeun told me you barely slept that might be why you’re being the way you are right now,” Seungcheol pointed out, “I’ll leave you alone, alright? I’m so sorry that I actually give a shit about you, and wanted to make sure you were okay.” Before you could take back all you had said, Seungcheol was out the door, leaving you in your office alone, the darkness encompassing you, seeping deep within to your bones.

The one person that genuinely was there for you, only ever cared for you, and put him on the receiving end of your shitty day. Way to go, Y/N.

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palm, whatever energy you had to work on the project was thrown out the window, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to continue clicking the mouse or tapping the keyboard, not with the guilt from how you spoke to Seungcheol still plaguing your thoughts. You weren’t going to get anything done at this point.

Packing your things, you quickly rushed out to your car, praying that he didn’t completely hate you as you drove to his apartment. You weren’t sure what you were going to do once you got there, but what you were sure was that you’ll grovel, and hope he forgives you for being such an ass, unwarranted. Upon arrival, you practically jumped out of your car, rushing up the evacuation steps to his floor, and reached up to knock, but paused.

What if he doesn’t forgive you? It’s not like your friendship with him was more than as acquaintances. He didn’t have anything to lose with losing you, but you felt you had everything to lose with losing him. He was the first person you got to know in this stupid company—as he mentored you during your internship in the company. Then, after you graduated college, you reached out again, and applied for the Graphic Design division. Seungcheol guided you ever since, and admittedly, you’ve grown fond of him—you admired him as a role model, and more.

He’s not obligated to forgive you, but you already came this far, might as well give it a try?

Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on his door a few times, hearing rustling on the other side before the door swung open, revealing Seungcheol already out of his work clothes, and in a plain white tee and grey sweatpants. “I thought I said just leave it by the— Y/N?”

“Sorry, I forgot your delivery at the restaurant,” you improved, causing Seungcheol’s thick brows to furrow before he chuckled, your joke successfully amusing him.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s definitely not to deliver your food, that’s for sure,” you awkwardly smiled, feeling your heart race from seeing him in such a laid-back outfit. You had never seen Seungcheol wear anything other than the button-ups and slacks you were used to seeing at the work, so seeing him look so… cozy, was a sight you wish to never grow tired of.

The corner of Seungcheol’s lips tilted upwards, but he didn’t laugh. Leaning against the frame of his door, he crossed his (muscular) arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation as to why you suddenly appeared at his front door.

“Look, Seungcheol—”

“Delivery for Choi Seungcheol.” A new voice caused you to jump, both your heads turning to see the delivery boy appear from the turn, his eyes looking questioningly at both you and your acquaintance. “Choi Seungcheol?”

“That’s me, thanks,” Seungcheol uttered, reaching out and taking the plastic bags from the delivery boy, the latter leaving with a tilt of his hat towards you and disappearing past the corner.

“As I was—” You turn to face Seungcheol again, but he, too, disappeared. You peeked into his apartment to find him pulling out his order, arranging them on his coffee table before sitting on the floor. He glances up at you, wordlessly waving for you to come in, and unsure what else to do, you obliged, closing the door behind you and slipping your feet out your shoes.

“I didn’t expect company, but dig in if you want,” he uttered, handing you a pair of chopsticks. It was only then did you realize that you barely ate today, too occupied with the stupid project. “If it’s not enough, we can always order more.”

“Seungcheol, I’m trying to apologize to you,” you spoke up, head tilted down at your knees. “I’m really sorry for taking my anger out on you… You of all people didn’t deserve it…”

When Seungcheol didn’t respond, you looked up to find him slurping up jjajangmyeon, eyes trained on his TV. “Are you serious?”

He glanced over at you, stifling a laugh before wiping his mouth with tissue, “I thought you were going to go on a full rant, at least three paragraphs.”

You pouted, “Me coming here was on a whim, I didn’t really prepare anything.”

He found your defeated expression adorable, couldn’t help but chuckle as he pushes a bowl towards you, adding the noodles onto the empty space before tapping the rim, gesturing for you to eat. “You’re really pale, Y/N, did you eat anything today?”

“Probably cup noodles,” you mumbled, eyes glimmering at the sight of the thickly coated noodles. “I couldn’t really do anything other than work on that stupid project.”

“Hyunhee made you stay late again?” You nodded, your cheeks full of the noodles. “Look, Y/N, I know you love being a graphic designer, but do you really think it’s alright to work under someone like her? This seems like she’s abusing her power as team manager, and overworking you.” As he spoke, he reached out with a tissue in hand, wiping the corner of your lips. Why did he look so nonchalant about it, too?

“I don’t want to quit, though, I’ve been here longer than she has, why do I have to leave?” You complained once you swallowed the noodles. “I just… I hate it, you know? I’ve just been trying so damn hard, yet nothing ever works out… Especially since she came into the picture.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“How about transferring divisions?” Seungcheol quipped, continuing, “I’m sure if you make a letter of intent to the department manager, you could be moved to a different division where Hyunhee doesn’t exist.”

“Is that possible?”

He nodded. “Did you think I was always in the Marketing division?”

“I honestly thought you’d be a finance guy.”

“I was.” Your widened eyes caused him to laugh. “Then I moved, it was a few months before you came in as an intern.”

“Really?” He nods, and you thought about it. “You think I’d be allowed to move divisions?”

“Yeah, why not? If you give a good reason to why you should be moved, then it’s possible.” You pondered over the suggestion, the two of you letting a few minutes of silence pass while eating before you spoke up again.

“But I don’t want to leave the department.”

“Then ask to be transferred to a different division.”

“What about your division?” Seungcheol stares at you with bewildered eyes, genuinely surprised at your suggestion. “I mean, it’s less work for you since I already have experience working with you, and I won’t need a mentor—I already know the head, so that’s also less work.”

“No, not mine, Y/N,”

“Why not?”

“It’s a violation of our code of conducts, Y/N, don’t you know?���

“What about me moving to your division violates the code of conducts?”

“Employees from the same division are not allowed to fraternize with one another,” he explains, “if you move to my division, we’ll be co-workers.”

“So? It’s not like we’re dating.”

“Not yet.”

“Sure—” You froze, the chopsticks you raised to your lips dropping back into the bowl. “—What?”

“What?” Seungcheol asked, nonchalant. His tone might’ve been nonchalant and unbothered, but you could see from his cheeks to the points of his ears were flushed a bright red under the warm lighting of his living room.

“You like me?”

He shrugged, “Why do you think I walk by your office every day?”

“I thought you only did that because the janitor was cleaning the floor.”

He inhaled a deep breath, releasing the heavy sigh before standing to grab water from the kitchen, ruffling your hair on the way. “You’re very oblivious, Y/N.”

“S-so, all this time?”

“Not all this time, Y/N, I just know that I see you more than just an acquaintance,” he explains, tossing you a bottle of water. “But that’s not important right now. Right now we need to get you out of Hyunhee’s team.”

How… How is he able to continue this conversation after admitting to having feelings for you? How is he so calm?

He wasn’t. If you looked closer, the only reason why he tossed you the bottle was because if he handed it to you, then you’d most likely notice his shaking hands. The only reason why he changed the topic was because the longer you talk about him and his feelings, the redder he’ll be and to be honest, he likes to come off calm and collected to you, despite being the complete opposite when it comes to being near you.

“You’ll help me with that?”

Seungcheol nods. “Of course I would—just think of me as a helping hand now, Y/N. I help you, and you can help me when the time comes.”

“And what would you need help with, Choi Seungcheol?”

“I have two tickets to movie Saturday night, I’ll need help to make sure the other ticket doesn’t go to waste, Y/N,” he proposed, causing your cheeks to ache from the smile on your face. “But right now, I need help finishing this food. Are you up for it?”

You chuckled, nodding, “I’ll gladly give you a helping hand.”

[cheolpoem]

he actually remembered he has instagram

[bluesideoflucy]

Just the way you are - Choi Seungcheol

- Choi Seungcheol x fem!leitora - fluff, angst, smut (mature/18+) -WC: 3,6 mil -AVISOS: traição (não entre você e seungcheol), leitora insegura, leitora plus size, dedilhado, oral (f recebendo)

PT-BR RESUMO | Você nunca esteve dentro dos padrões. Seu peso sempre foi uma insegurança e ouvir seu namorado dizendo que estava te traindo com uma mulher mais magra alimentou isso ainda mais. Seungcheol, cansado de ver você se autodepreciando, faz questão de te mostrar e te fazer entender o quão perfeita você é.  

Notas: é minha primeira vez postando algo tão grande aqui. Sinto que precisava tirar isso da minha mente e do meu bloco de notas. Não revisei muito detalhadamente, então se você encontrar algo errado me avise, por favor. Espero que gostem!

Era mais uma noite de jogos na casa do seu namorado, mas nada saiu como planejado. 

Assim que você entrou na casa dele, você ouve as vozes vindo do quintal. Quando você ia falar algo para fazer sua presença ser reconhecida, você ouve seu namorado falar algo que te faz congelar. 

“Não sei por que ainda estou com ela, Nari é muito melhor de cama e é magra.”

“Sério, não sei como você consegue transar com ela. Só de pensar em fazer algo com alguém gordo me dá nojo. Acho que meu pau nem ficaria duro.” Um dos amigos dele diz, arrancando risadas do grupo.

“Não é tão ruim, ela é apertada e tem uma bunda bonita.”

Ouvir isso foi o suficiente para você acordar do choque e voltar para o carro.

Segurando o choro, você dirige até o apartamento do seu irmão. 

Desde quando vocês eram crianças, Mingyu sempre soube como te acalmar. Seus abraços sempre ajudaram nas noites de choro e hoje não seria diferente. 

Quando a porta se abre, seus olhos estão embaçados por causa do choro, mas você não deixa de perceber que o homem à sua frente não é seu irmão, mas sim Seungcheol, colega de quarto e amigo de infância dele.

"Ei, princesa, o que aconteceu?" Ele pergunta com preocupação enquanto te abraça.

O abraço dele é tão bom quanto o do seu irmão. O sentimento de segurança que ele te trás, faz com que um choro ainda mais forte saia de você.

"Você está machucada?" Cheol te puxa para dentro do apartamento e te carrega para se acomodar no sofá. "Princesa, fale comigo, você está me assustando."

“Onde está o Gyu?” Você pergunta, tentando cessar o choro.

“Ele está no Japão a trabalho, ele não te avisou?”

Com o choque da traição, você se esqueceu que Mingyu não estaria em casa. Não ter o colo dele pra chorar faz as lágrimas grossas voltarem a escorrer pelo seu rosto.

“Me fala o que aconteceu, me deixa te ajudar” Seungcheol implora.

“Jaehyun está me traindo” Você soluça no meio da frase, mas busca forças para continuar falando. “Eu cheguei na casa dele e ouvi ele falando sobre isso com alguns amigos.”

“Filho da puta.” Seungcheol dá um soco na mesa. “Ele estava falando abertamente sobre isso, mesmo sabendo que você estava pra chegar?!” 

Você assente com a cabeça e volta a falar.

“Saber que ele está me traindo é tão doloroso, mas o pouco que eu ouvi… a forma que ele falava sobre mim, sobre o meu corpo, me comparando com a outra, foi mais doloroso ainda.” 

“Eu sempre soube que ele era um babaca, mas te trair, só confirma isso.” Ele volta a te abraçar e beija sua têmpora. “E eu tenho certeza que você é mil vezes mais bonita que ela, ou qualquer outra mulher.”

“Pare de mentir pra mim, você e o Mingyu sempre ficam dizendo essas coisas, mas sabemos que não é verdade.” Você grita em resposta, se afastando dele. “O Jaehyun claramente se cansou de ficar com alguém que está acima do peso e viu nela tudo de bom que não via em mim.”

Conforme você vai falando, o rosto do Seungcheol vai mudando. A raiva que estava estampada até aquele momento, se transforma em descrença, até chegar na dor. A cada palavra que você dizia se menosprezando, parecia que uma faca era enterrada no peito dele.

“Eu não estou mentindo quando digo que você é a mulher mais linda desse mundo. Seu corpo independente do formato ou tamanho é lindo. É perfeito.” Ele volta a te puxar para perto, te abraçando apertado, mas logo se afasta para poder olhar em seus olhos. “Eu queria que por pelo menos um dia você pudesse se ver da forma que eu te vejo.”

“Cheol…”

“Você é perfeita, nunca mais duvide disso.”

Vendo a verdade nos olhos dele, você volta a chorar com força. Você cresceu ouvindo do seu irmão e de Seungcheol o quão boa você era, mas a sociedade não concordava com isso. Você sempre foi tímida, o que por si só já deixava a sua vida mais difícil, mas não ter o corpo considerado padrão, ou algo próximo a isso era o que mais mexia com você.

Quando você começou a namorar Jaehyun, você tinha acabado de começar uma dieta e tinha perdido alguns quilos e estava na sua melhor forma até então. Você finalmente estava sentindo que seus esforços estavam começando a valer a pena.

Apesar de se mostrar confiante, você sempre foi insegura no seu relacionamento. A todo momento você se questionava o que ele tinha visto em você. Porque ele tinha te escolhido quanto tinha tantas opções melhores. 

Ver uma das suas maiores inseguranças se tornando real, foi a confirmação que você precisava, mas toda a certeza que você tinha de que não era boa o suficiente caiu por terra quando viu os olhos e ouviu o que Cheol disse. 

“Obrigada por sempre cuidar de mim, mesmo quando eu não mereço.”

“Eu sempre vou cuidar de você, princesa.” Seungcheol seca as lágrimas que caem pelo seu rosto.

O som do seu celular tocando estoura a bolha de conforto que Cheol construiu. Vocês dois se levantam e vão em direção a sua bolsa pendurada ao lado da porta de entrada e assim que ele vê o nome de Jaehyun na tela, Seungcheol pega o telefone da sua mão e atende. 

“Nunca mais ligue pra ela, nunca mais chegue perto dela, e se eu sequer imaginar que você pensou nela, meus punhos irão encontrar um jeito de acertar a sua cara.” Nem dando tempo para Jaehyun falar alguma coisa, Cheol encerra a ligação. “Bloqueie o número dele, nunca mais fale com ele. Você merece alguém melhor.”

Você sabia que era a melhor coisa a se fazer, mas mesmo assim hesitou. Você sabia que seu relacionamento já tinha acabado, mas isso parecia demais pra você.

“Eu não quero ficar sozinha de novo.” Você murmura, sabendo que ele vai te repreender. “Eu tenho medo de nunca mais encontrar ninguém que me ame.”

Vendo o quão vulnerável você estava, Seungcheol só conseguiu te puxar pra perto dele e te abraçar. 

“Você nunca esteve sozinha, eu sempre estive aqui, e sempre estarei aqui… te amando.”

A sinceridade nas palavras dele te fizeram estremecer. Ouvir Seungcheol te dizer isso, fez você se lembrar de sentimentos que há muito tempo você enterrou no fundo do seu coração. 

Quando Mingyu trouxe Seungcheol para casa pela primeira vez, você achou que ele seria só mais um amigo idiota do seu irmão, mas a constância das visitas passaram a ser quase diarias, e foi inevitável não ver ele como seu herói, assim como você via seu irmão. Com a adolescência, o sentimento de admiração se transformou em algo ainda maior.

Desenvolver sentimentos por Seungcheol foi natural, mas tentar minar eles foi mais natural ainda. Nunca houve esperança de que seus sentimentos fossem retribuídos, então a cada interação, a cada frio na barriga e todas as vezes que ele invadia seus pensamentos, você se forçava a encontrar motivos que confirmassem que ele nunca seria seu. 

Mas agora, ouvindo ele te dizendo que estaria sempre aqui, sempre te amando, fez aquela chama da paixão voltar a queimar novamente. 

“Cheollie, o que você… qual o significado disso?” Sua voz sai quebrada, carregada de nervosismo, mas também há uma ansiedade em saber o real significado das palavras dele.

Te puxando em direção ao sofá novamente, ele aperta a sua mão como forma de conforto.

“Eu não acho que agora seja o melhor momento, nem de longe eu imaginei que iria te contar dos meus sentimentos assim.” Mesmo já estando sentados, ele não largou sua mão. Enquanto falava, ele brincava com seus dedos. “Você sempre foi especial pra mim, mas em algum momento meus sentimentos por você mudaram. Toda vez que eu via você chorar, era como se eu tivesse me machucado também. Dói em mim ouvir você se menosprezar tanto, quando tudo que eu consigo ver é a mulher maravilhosa que você é.

“Cheol…” Você tenta falar alguma coisa, mas não consegue encontrar nenhuma palavra para verbalizar seus sentimentos.

“Você não precisa falar nada, não espero que você sinta o mesmo, só quero que você se ame tanto quanto eu te amo.”

“Mas eu sinto, eu sempre senti.” Você fala rápido, como se estivesse puxando o curativo de um machucado. 

Seungcheol arregala os olhos, não esperando que seus sentimentos fossem retribuídos.

“Desde quando?” 

“Não sei, foi tão natural que não lembro quando tudo mudou. Passei a minha adolescência toda tendo borboletas no estômago toda vez que você interagia comigo, mas não me permitia demonstrar, ou criar qualquer tipo de expectativa.”

“Eu também me sentia nervoso perto de você, ainda me sinto” Ele diz dando um sorriso envergonhado. “Seu irmão não aguenta mais me ouvir falando de você, e agora que eu sei que você sente algo por mim, é capaz que ele me expulse de casa.”

“Eu não acredito que o Gyu sabia.” Você fala chocada com a descoberta.

“Não só sabia, como me prefere como cunhado ao invés daquele babaca.”

Apesar de se sentir extremamente feliz por ter seus retribuído, pensar em começar um novo relacionamento agora é apavorante. Seungcheol sempre observador, consegue perceber que a menção de um relacionamento, mesmo que de forma indireta, te deixou desconfortável, então se apressou para te tranquilizar. 

“Como eu disse antes, agora não é o melhor cenário. Se a gente for tentar algo, eu realmente quero que dê certo, não quero errar com você. Então, acho que é melhor a gente esperar, pensar em tudo que falamos hoje, e quando você se sentir pronta, conversamos de novo e vemos o que vamos fazer.”

“Obrigada Cheollie.” Você abraça ele, tentando falar através do gesto tudo aquilo que você não conseguia por em palavras.

[...]

 Conforme os meses foram passando, menos você pensava em Jaehyun, e mais tempo você passava com Seungcheol. Se antes você vivia na casa de Mingyu, agora você praticamente morava lá.

“Quando você vai começar a pagar o aluguel?” Mingyu se joga ao seu lado no sofá. “Ou começar a ajudar com o mercado?”

“Você fala como se eu não ajudasse com nada. Sua geladeira só tem legumes e verduras porque sou eu quem compra.” Falo enquanto meu personagem morre no video game. “Cheol, você roubou!” 

“A culpa não é minha se você se distrai fácil. E Gyu, pare de falar como se você não amasse ter sua irmã aqui o tempo todo.”

Revirando os olhos para o amigo, Mingyu pega o controle da sua mão e começa uma nova partida. Antes mesmo de você começar a reclamar, ele já começa a dar sua desculpa.

“Vai ser só essa, o Wonwoo está chegando pra me buscar.” Não demora muito para o celular dele apitar e ele largar o controle no seu colo. “Bom, não me esperem acordados, não volto pra casa hoje, juízo vocês dois.”

Mal dando tempo para vocês responderem, ele sai apressado pela porta.

Depois de várias rodadas vendo o seu personagem morrer, seu lado da tela brilha com um grande e dourado ‘WIN’. Com a empolgação, você começa a pular no sofá, comemorando sua primeira vitória da noite.

Seungcheol, apesar de odiar perder, adorava te ver feliz. 

Foi uma surpresa pra ele quando você subiu no colo dele e selou seus lábios. Assim que você se deu conta do que estava fazendo, você se afasta com o rosto vermelho por causa da vergonha. 

Antes mesmo de você tentar sair do colo dele, Seungcheol te puxa delicadamente, buscando seus lábios novamente. 

Mesmo sendo delicado, Cheol faz questão de mostrar o quanto ele está necessitado, aprofundando o beijo. Não demorou para ele usar a língua pedindo passagem para explorar sua boca.

Quando você estava começando a aproveitar o beijo, o pensamento de você estar em cima dele pisca em sua mente. Com receio de estar pesada demais, você para o beijo abruptamente, tentando se levantar.

“Querida?” Ele te puxa novamente.

“Não… Eu sou muito pesada” Você usa um tom baixo, enquanto tenta se sentar novamente no sofá.

“Baby, achei que já tínhamos conversado sobre isso.” Ele te repreende. “Seu corpo é perfeito, você é perfeita. Eu vou repetir isso quantas vezes for preciso para que você enxergue isso também.”

“Eu tento, eu juro que tento, mas toda vez que me olho no espelho, ou me vejo em uma situação que meu peso fica mais evidente… eu só não consigo.”

Seungcheol sente o pesar na sua fala, isso fica evidente em seu rosto, mas logo seus olhos brilham rapidamente em determinação.

“Você vai me deixar te mostrar o quão linda você é?” Ele pergunta baixinho. Após você confirmar com a cabeça, ele se levanta, pegando você no colo e segue em direção ao quarto. 

“Cheol, me coloca no chão, por favor” Você pede, claramente com vergonha.

“Querida, eu já disse, você não é pesada, não pra mim.”

Parando em frente ao espelho que tem ao lado da cama dele, ele te coloca gentilmente no chão. Ele vira seu corpo, fazendo com que você encare o seu reflexo.

“Olhe pra você… Sendo tão linda sem nenhum esforço” Ele sussurra. Suas mãos traçam a lateral do seu corpo, numa carícia adoradora. “Veja o quanto o seu corpo é perfeito para receber meus carinhos.”

Você estava fazendo o que ele pediu. Você observa seu reflexo com atenção, vendo as mãos dele demonstrar tanta devoção, tanto amor, que não tinha como você não achar tudo ali lindo. 

O jeito que ele desliza os dedos pela sua pele fazia seus pelos arrepiarem, e as borboletas em seu estômago se agitarem. Enquanto ele diz elogios no seu ouvido, você acompanha o caminho que suas mãos traçam.

Quando ele toca sua barriga por debaixo da blusa, um leve suspiro escapa pelos seus lábios, e é claro que ele percebeu.

“Vamos ver como você é linda por baixo disso?” Ele murmura, e depois que recebe sua autorização, puxa a blusa pela sua cabeça. “Olha só, exatamente como eu imaginei… perfeita”.

Voltando a te acariciar, ele leva as mãos até seus seios, os apertando com a pressão exata para te fazer arfar. 

“Cheol… Eu…” Você não consegue completar o que quer que você tentaria dizer. A junção do toque dele, com o olhar intenso de adoração através do espelho, fez com que sua mente ficasse vazia.

“Você não tem ideia do quanto eu desejei isso. Ver seu corpo tremer com os meus toques, ouvir você suspirar, sentir suas pernas fraquejarem, e sabe o que me deixa mais animado?” Ele espera você responder com uma negação, então se aproxima ainda mais, prensando o corpo dele no seu, enquanto seus lábios pairam em seu pescoço. “Eu ainda nem comecei”.

Assim que ele termina de falar, beijos começam a ser depositados na sua pele. 

“Seungcheol?” Ele não para de te beijar, mas olha pra você através do espelho e cantarola, mostrando que você tem a atenção dele. “Eu quero mais. Eu quero você”.

Sentindo a necessidade em suas palavras, ele se afasta, mas logo volta a encostar em você, te girando para ficar de frente pra ele.

“Tem certeza? Você sabe que depois disso você vai ser minha né?” 

“Eu já sou sua Cheol.”

Um sorriso doce aparece no rosto dele e delicadamente ele te guia até a cama. Suas mãos habilidosas rapidamente puxam sua calça. A lingerie que você estava usando, não era algo que você teria escolhido para um momento como esse, mas mesmo assim ele olhava pra você como se você fosse a obra de arte mais linda do mundo. 

Sem tirar os olhos de você, ele se afasta, se despindo até  ficar somente de cueca. Mesmo ainda estando coberto, você consegue ter uma ideia do quão grande ele era. Foi inevitável não tremer em antecipação. Só de imaginar ele dentro de você, já era o suficiente para o ar sair de seus pulmões. 

Lentamente, ele se posiciona no meio de suas pernas e volta a te beijar. Não demorou para você voltar a sentir o toque dele em você, explorando ainda mais o seu corpo. Deixando a vergonha e a insegurança de lado, você começa a tocá-lo com anseio também.

Um gemido escapa de sua boca assim que sente ele brincar com seus peitos, mas logo o jogo vira e é ele quem está gemendo enquanto você rola seus quadris contra o dele.

Com um movimento rápido e preciso, ele puxa o bojo do seu sutiã para baixo, e se afasta para abocanhar um de seus mamilos. “Caralho” Você xinga num sussurro, assim que sente seu um de seus peitos sendo sugado pela boca dele enquanto ele brinca com o outro entre os dedos. 

Descendo com uma trilha de selares, ele deposita o último beijo no cós da sua calcinha, que nessa altura já estava vergonhosamente molhada, e te puxa pra cima, tirando as duas peças que ainda cobriam o seu corpo.

Por um momento, Seungcheol fica parado em sua frente, observando o seu corpo com um olhar tão admirador, mas logo ele volta para onde tinha parado, lançando um leve sopro no centro de suas pernas. 

“Até aqui você é perfeita, amor” Seungcheol diz logo antes de passar a língua em seu núcleo. E antes mesmo de você pedir por mais, ele usa os dedos para separar os lábios e começa a chupar sua boceta.

Assim como no restante da noite, Cheol demonstra devoção em comer sua boceta. Seu ritmo era lento, como se ele estivesse te saboreando e aproveitando o momento.

Sem tirar a língua do seu clitóris, ele começa a circular sua abertura. Quando ele insere um dedo em você, um tremor desce por sua espinha, até chegar na sua boceta. Seungcheol sente o aperto e logo começa a bombear seu dedo pra dentro e pra fora. 

“Mais” Você diz num choramingo. “Eu preciso de mais, Cheol”.

“Tudo pra minha garota” Ele murmura em sua boceta, inserindo mais um dedo dentro de você.

Sentindo você apertar ainda mais, Cheol passa a movimentar os dedos com mais velocidade e chupar seu clitóris com mais intensidade. Você sabe que está perto, ele também sabe, já que sente suas pernas tremendo ao redor da cabeça dele.

Com uma mão puxando um mamilo e com a outra enterrada entre os cachos de Seungcheol, você chega ao orgasmo.

“Deliciosa” Você olha na direção dele a tempo de ver ele lambendo os dedos que estavam dentro de você.

Você começa a se sentir envergonhada, mas o brilho nos olhos dele afasta qualquer insegurança. 

“Como você se sente?” Ele pergunta a você.

“Ótima” Você fala em um suspiro. Você ainda estava ofegante e sentindo os músculos tremerem. “Mas ainda quero mais.” 

Com um sorriso travesso no rosto, ele tira a cueca. Antes de subir novamente na cama, ele pega uma camisinha e a desenrola no pau.

“Olha como eu estou duro por sua causa, amor. Você ainda tem dúvidas do quanto é maravilhosa?” Você vê o pau dele pulsar, enquanto ele bombeia uma última vez antes de se aproximar de você.

“Cheol, por favor” Você choraminga e se contorce embaixo dele.

“Não baby, você não precisa implorar.” Ele fala com carinho enquanto entra em você.

Vocês dois gemem quando suas pélvis se encontram. Não tinha palavra melhor pra definir o que você estava sentindo a não ser cheia. O pau de Seungcheol parecia preencher todos os espaços vazios dentro de você, fazendo você se sentir completa.

Seungcheol começa a se movimentar lentamente, te preparando para o que virá depois. Quando você se acostumou com o ritmo estabelecido, ele muda a intensidade das estocadas, metendo mais forte. É inevitável não soltar um gemido quando você sente a cabeça do pau dele cutucando o colo do seu útero. 

“Você sente isso, princesa? Você sente o quão bem nós nos encaixamos? Fomos feitos um para o outro.”

Sem conseguir formular uma resposta coerente, você simplesmente acena com a cabeça e o puxa pra mais perto, enterrando seu rosto no pescoço dele e enfiando suas unhas naqueles bíceps enormes.

Mesmo sabendo que iria sentir por dias as consequências, você continuava pedindo por mais. Seungcheol que sempre fez de tudo por você, não se importou em obedecer seus pedidos. 

A mão dele, que até então estava segurando sua cintura, agora estava traçando círculos em volta do seu clitóris, seguindo o mesmo ritmo que as estocadas. 

Choramingando o nome dele, você sente seu orgasmo se aproximando.

“Você está ainda mais apertada.” Seungcheol xinga quando sente você apertando sua boceta no pau dele. “Goza princesa, eu quero sentir você”.

Obedecendo ele, você se entrega sem medo ao prazer. Com os braços de Cheol te envolvendo, você sente ele perdendo o ritmo das estocadas enquanto busca o próprio orgasmo. 

Seungcheol sai de cima de você, se jogando ao seu lado na cama, mas logo te puxa para o peito dele. Você sente a respiração dele ainda ofegante e ouve o coração dele batendo na mesma velocidade frenética que o seu. 

Vocês ficam nessa posição por um tempo, mas eventualmente Seungcheol se levanta para jogar fora a camisinha e buscar uma toalha para te limpar. 

Após ser cuidada, você assiste ele voltar para a cama e deitar de frente pra você. 

“Cheol?” Você sussurra. “Obrigada.”

“Pelo o que?” Ele questiona, usando o mesmo tom que você.

Tinha tantas coisas pelas quais você gostaria de agradecer a ele, que uma lista inteira poderia ser feita. Você nunca tinha se sentido tão amada como hoje. Você sentiu a devoção dele em cada toque, em cada olhar e pela primeira vez você realmente se sentiu linda e perfeita.

“Por me amar do jeito que eu sou. Por fazer questão que eu me ame também.”

[daisymbin]

[10:47] - choi seungcheol

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“appa!” your 4 year old called in a small voice.

“yeah, sweetheart?” seungcheol glanced up from his phone, his attention fully on her now.

“who do you love more? me or mommy?” she asked, her tone curious but a little serious, as if this was a big question.

seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smile. “what kind of question is that?” he teased, holding his arms out to her. "you know i love the both of you very much!"

“but who do you love more?” she asked again, her voice insistent, as if she really needed to know the answer.

he thought for a moment, looking down at her tiny face. "well," he said as he picked her up & settled her on his lap, "i love you so, so much, my little sunshine, but mommy... i think i love her just a tiny bit more."

her eyes widened as she processed this, her little lip jutting out into a slight pout as an immediate reaction. oh, she's definitely his daughter, alright. "why? why do you love mommy more?"

"because," he said, leaning down and pulling his 4 year old onto his lap, "mommy’s my partner, my best friend. we’ve been through so much together, and i love her in a special grown-up way. we've been together for years! without mommy, we wouldn't be here."

"we?" she asked.

"yes baby, you wouldnt be here if mommy hadn't been my best friend & partner, & I wouldn't be happy like i am today! can you imagine your loving, handsome daddy being sad, crying and alone?"

she sat there for a moment, clearly deep in thought. then, her frown softened, and she gave him a big smile. “but you still love me a lot, right?”

“of course i do,” he replied, ruffling her hair. “i love you more than anything, you’re my sweet little girl.”

she nodded eagerly, her pout completely gone now. “okay, daddy, i love you too!”

seungcheol grinned playfully, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "really? who do you love more? me or mommy?"

she paused, giving him a serious look before bursting out laughing as she looked up at you as you stepped in, "mommy!!!" she screamed

seungcheol laughed along with her, squeezing her a little tighter as he realised 2 things.

1: he can't tell if his daughter was answering his question or greeting his wife, but seungcheol tells himself, sometimes, it's better not to know.

& 2: he can't lie, even to his own daughter. he just loves you so much.

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"Cheolie?"

That was all you had to say for your boyfriend, Seungcheol, to get up from the couch and come to you. He didn't have to search for you too long 'cause he found you standing on the stairs.

"Everything okay, sweetie?" he asked you while slowly walking up the stairs until he was in front of you. You only shook your head in an answer.

"Come here." with a small smile, he embraced you in his strong arms.

Immediately, you felt much better and inhaled deeply. After a few seconds, you finally wrapped your arms around him too, and got closer to him.

"Wanna talk about it?" he started to stroke your back and once in a while a small kiss was placed in your hair.

"Later," you mumbled and Seungcheol nodded his head, continuing to hug you.

Was it weird that you were standing in the middle of a stairs? Maybe. But it was just the two of you in your small space and Seungcheol's bear hug, that you needed the most right now - and Seungcheol was very happy to give them to you.

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What your camera roll would look like dating Seungcheol

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Day 14💙✨