#channies room dupe???

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LOOK AT MY GALZED DONUT! OH I MISSED HIM SO MUCH!!! 🍩🍩🍩😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

UGHHH THAT SMILEEEEE !!! THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE FACEEEE!!! LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN!😭😭😭

[cheollies]

The Artist

Warnings: none

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Everyone thought you were weird. For someone so talented, so unbelievably intelligent, you chose to fall in love with an amateur artist. you chose game night ins with his incredibly rambunctious group of friends instead of the black and white star studded event with caviar and platters of tiny food.

The magazines whispered of a possible lovers quarrel to which you and Seungcheol ended up cackling about. Everyone had felt duped at the announcement of dating. People reasoned Seungcheol was using you, it was for promotions of his next art exhibit, and he only wanted your money and luxurious lifestyle.

And many nights you kissed away his worries, his fear of the media, of all the press just waiting for the possible gossip of a break up. You reassured him, hugging his body tightly, whispering his name to rid of the demons in his mind.

Seungcheol wished he lived in the simpler times. the times when artist were appreciated and glorified for their hard work and diligence instead of being seen as outdated. He spent hours, days, weeks, and months perfecting every detail of his canvas. he poured his heart into everything, and yet he still stood in an empty art gallery, watching as you walk in with a box of pizza and the warmest hug. you’d mask his tears with words. with “I’m so proud of you” and “I love you” and “you’ve worked hard”.

“Y/n, the world’s most first and beloved time traveler, and Choi Seungcheol, the world’s most famous boyfriend, rumored to be broken up?” Seungcheol scoffs, “where do they even come up with these ideas. they stalk us day and night. when have we ever looked like we broke up.”

“Maybe they’re talking about the time you cheated at the video game and gloated to my angry face.” You pull the shirt over your head, laughing as you dodge the pillow he threw at you. You crawl onto the bed, bringing yourself to straddle the male’s hips. you’ve discarded his phone to stare at the loveliness of his facial features, “it doesn’t matter what they say or what they assume or anything else.” you hover yourself just above his lips, your hair falling and tickling his skin, “I will love you. and I will always love you. now, forever, until my last breath.”

“ugh. disgusting.”

“Seriously Jun.” you throw your head back in annoyance, dragging yourself off of Seungcheol, “who let you in?”

“excuse me. I let myself in. world’s hottest time traveler is standing in your room. let’s go to work.” Jun exits the room, muttering about raiding your kitchen for his starving stomach.

You go back to looking at Seungcheol, caressing his charcoal colored haired as he leans his head onto your shoulder. his hands make their way to wrap tightly around your waist, almost refusing to let you go.

You murmur against his ear, “I really have to go to work now.” he takes a deep inhale and you know how much he needed you, “how about, when I come back, we can go out. piss off the paparazzi maybe? totally make out in front of them. the whole usual thing we do. I’ll let you even put your hand on my butt.”

Seungcheol snorts, smiling against the skin of your neck where he’s begun go place small kisses, “I’d love that so much.”

The paparazzi raided you and Jun as you two stepped out of the apartment building. Photographers followed behind, snapping pictures away with their unnecessary amount of flashes. Reporters screamed, shouting questions they hoped would be answered.

“Are you and Seungcheol broken up? Are you and Jun going on a date? Did you break up with Seungcheol or did he break up with you?”

You roll your eyes at their idiotic questioning, shutting the car door with a grumble, “These people need to get lives instead of following other people’s lives.”

Jun can only snort as he starts and car and drives away from the madness of the people. Your eyes turn, staying locked onto the building. You could spot Seuncheol peering out from the window, staring like a lost puppy who waits for his owner to return.

You loved your job just as much as you loved Seungcheol. Time travel became the new rave in scientific technology. You remembered the days before time travel was discovered, when life was more simple, when everyone wasn’t so obsessed with science and technology. As soon as time travel was perfected, it seemed as though the entertainment business plummeted and technology skyrocketed.

“Oh my god I missed these so much!” You let out a groan with the soft warm cookie melting in your mouth.

Jun stares in complete amazement at you devouring almost a whole plate of cookies, “We traveled back in time to gather resources, not so you can eat cookies.”

You glare at the man, swatting his hand when he tries to take a cookie off the plate, “We gathered it and now we can play for a little while.” You kick Jun under the table when he finally is able to steal a cookie from your plate, “Oh, I should totally pack some up for Seungcheol. We used to come here all the time when we started dating. It’s so sad that this place shut down.”

“What do you expect, this part of town basically becomes laboratories for experiments and development.”

“Oh my god!” You squeal in your seat while Jun turns to look out the window, “It’s Channie!” You jump in your seat from excitement, “He’s so small! How old is he again in this year?”

Jun smirks at the younger boy crossing the street, his oddly chopped hair and small height, “He’s in his first year of high school I think.”

“Ugh, I just wanna pinch his cheeks.” Your eyes follow the high schooler until he passes the small shop, “Can we go see Seungcheol?”

Jun raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure you really want to do that.”

You and Jun enter the small art gallery. A face mask covered the lower half of your facial features, and a hat shielded the most of your upper half. Your hands are stuffed deeply into the pockets of your jacket, a big sigh leaves your lips as you watch a more younger Seungcheol set up a tiny area.

“It’s his first gallery.” You say to Jun as you two stand in the entrance, “Today was his first time showing everyone his art.”

“Let’s just hurry up and go home.”

Jun stays behind as you approach Seungcheol. During this time he was more lanky, his hair was more bushy, and he decked out in a t-shirt and jeans because he could barely afford anything. He stands proudly yet anxious next to his artwork. Everyone moves around his piece and you spot just how insecure he was.

But you stand in front of his piece. Admiring the familiar stroke of his paint and his favorite use of the color red. His first piece was of a sunrise, of the blazing sun peeking just slightly over the horizon to create the lightest of pink, purple, and blue in the sky.

“You painted this?” You look at Seungcheol, he was so thin, so tired but when you talked to him, he lit up so quick.

“Yes! I worked really hard to show just how beautiful sunrises can be. It’s called ‘The Artist’ because artist usually stay up day and night, they’re the ones most likely to see the sunrise and its beauty.” His toothy grin makes you fall all over for him again.

“I understand.” You nod.

His eyes are perked up, “You’re an artist?”

You shake your head, “My boyfriend is an artist.”

Seungcheol’s interest has been peaked, “Has he done any accredited work?”

You give a slight nod to his question, “I guess you could say so, but he’s a little ahead of this time.” His frowns slightly. Your hand points to his artwork, “I’d like to buy it. How much?”

Seungcheol is back to grinning, a relief washing over his facial features, “I listed it for only three hundred, but I can definitely drop the price for you.”

“No.” You take a good look at the hardworking Seungcheol before you had met him, “I’ll give you one grand for it.”

Seungcheol’s mouth drops open, “Are you serious?”

You dig through your bag, pulling out the largest bills you can find and placing it into his hands, “One day, you are going to look back on this, and I hope you think of it as a moment to continue your dreams. People may hate you, call you stupid names, belittle you,” You stare into the eyes of your beloved, “But you are going to be truly amazing.”

The beautiful frame in your hands rest neatly to showcase the beauty of the artwork. Seungcheol takes his time to continuously give you his gratitude, modestly bowing over and over again as an appreciation. He can’t help but break out into the largest smile as he looks at you.

“It’s Y/n!” Someone shouts in the gallery and before you know it, a crowd has gathered at the entrance of the door.

Seungcheol’s eyes are distracted at the sudden noise, when he turns back, you have completely disappeared into the crowd. The painting rests securely in your arm, careful to not ruin the bits because of the crowd. With your head lowered, your eyes cast to the side, glancing through the crowd, spotting the familiar hair-do, the familiar pigment of dress, spotting yourself. Eyes catch each other for the tiniest of moments before you turn, lowering your head even more before pulling Jun along.

“So you knew?” Jun glanced at you, you who marveled at the work in your hand.

“We met today, he gets overly excited about selling his first piece and accidentally runs into me. He was so careless in this age, never looked where he was going, always a busybody.” Your fingers run over the glass protecting the paint, “He thinks he’s lucky to have me. But in reality, I’m so much more luckier to have him.”

“Ugh, you guys are so sappy. Let’s just go home.”

You let out a laugh, elbowing Jun in the side, “Don’t even lie, we spend so much more time stalking your lover than Seungcheol. Remember when you outright punched their ex for cheating.”

Jun flushes, “Shut up. And he totally deserved it.”

When you had reached home, the night had taken over. Stars scattered around the moon as you walked into the lobby of your home. The artwork protectively in your hands, a smile dangling on your lips as you reached home.

“Seungcheol?” You called out, kicking the door after you had punched in the code. You struggled slightly with the frame in your hand.

You stepped through the apartment, feeling the slight chill flowing through the place. You find the door to the balcony wide open, the curtains flapping against the wind as Seungcheol is seated on a stool, a nice canvas sitting in front of him. His eyes remain fixed on the sky, his broad back facing towards you. You leave the artwork to hide behind the couch.

Your arms make their way around him, snaking an arm over his waist and the other over his shoulder to meet between his chest, you lean your body against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, “What are you doing out here?”

Seungcheol leans his head back onto you, curling his nose into your cheek, drowning himself in your soft touch, “I just missed you.”

Your laughter tickles his neck, “So you decided to sit out here in the stupidly cold weather.”

“You’re so cold to me, I thought it evened out pretty well.”

Your hand slaps his chest, “Just because you said that, you’re not getting my surprise gift.”

A grin inevitably comes upon his lips, his excitement causes him to dig a sloppy kiss into your cheek, “Please please please, let me see this wonderful surprise gift you have brought to me, my one and only lovely girlfriend.”

You wipe your cheek of the mess from his lips, lifting your head from his shoulder, you give him a cheeky grin, “Okay, stay here. Don’t move. And no peeking!” Your voice drifts as you quickly move back into the apartment to grab the frame.

Seungcheol’s lips hold a large grin, eyes carefully closed tight, hands clutching to the fabric of his pants for the surprise made him eagerly anxious. He can sense your presence in front of him and his smile grows.

“Okay. Open!”

Seungcheol flutters his eyes open. First he sees you, your smile and eyes show anxiousness too. He brings his gaze to fall to his hand. The piece of artwork in front of you, the familiarity, the piece he held so close to home for it was his first art. His hands fall onto the protective glass of the frame, he clearly remembers working ungodly hours just to afford the golden frame with actual glass. He admires just how new the glass even looks, just like how it appeared the first day he presented it.

“It’s a Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol can only stare at the piece of his he hasn’t seen in forever. He recalls the days and nights he spent perfecting this. This was his first, this was his defining piece of work, the one that made his love for art become his entire life.

“How did you get this?” Seungcheol whispers as he firmly grasps the frame, taking it from your own fingers.

“Someone was selling it.”

Seungcheol looks at you skeptical, “Someone was selling art? In this day and age?”

“Okay. I may have done some digging and found the owner. She was such a big fan, she didn’t even want to sell it to me at first.”

Seungcheol grins widely, “Seriously?”

You nod, feigning an annoyance on your face, “Luckily she was moving, so she sadly sold the painting to your real number one fan.”

Seungcheol’s toothy smile radiates in the night sky, “She was the first one to buy my painting. She was right, the media practically ridicules me.”

When he pauses, you bring your hand to his cheek, staring down into his eyes, “But you’re truly amazing.”

Seungcheol’s mind falters, the deja vu sending a shiver down his spine, “Yeah.” His lips curl when he steals a sweet kiss, “Yeah. I’m pretty amazing.”

Your fingers steal the painting from his hands, “Now, we should totally hang this up in the living room, so everyone can see the first Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol follows behind, cackling against the night air, “Please don’t!”

While you dodge Seungcheol’s many attempts to steal the framed painting, the lone canvas sits perfectly on the balcony. Lines decorate the pearl white canvas, pencil strokes outline the photo, a portrait sits neatly drawn. Eyes being the main portion of the facial feature shown as a mask and hat covers the entirety of everything else. The tiniest of words are scrawled at the bottom of the canvas in Seungcheol’s handwriting: The Traveler

a/n: Based on a dream I had, it’s not a loosely based dream, it’s more of my dream that has tiny parts included/excluded, so about 50%-60% of the story is actually derived from my dream. if you’re curious of the whole dream, don’t be afraid to ask!!