#cheonseojin

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Dating Cheon Seojin headcanons

We all know that she lacked love in her childhood, and strived for it her whole life. Therefore, receiving it from you would drive her crazy (in a good way ig)

Even though she won't say it, her biggest fear is loosing you.

She would buy you the most expensive things.

You looked at a dress for display a second too long? She will buy it without hesitation.

Sugar mommy

She would love to see you spending quality time with her daughter

She's would be very possessive and jealous ☠️

Someone tried to flirt with you? Without your knowledge, she would 100% pull some strings to make sure they lose their job, their apartament and would basically ruin their life ☠️

She would love to touch you inappropriately in public, like when you're having dinner with the Hera club, she would stroke your thigh going higher and higher. Just to force a reaction out of you.

She would love to do your hair.

If you have nightmares, she would sing you to sleep.

She's very insecure and scared that you would leave her, which would lead to many arguments over her jealousy.

She's very impulsive, if she would slap you, or do anything physical in the heat of the fight, she would immediately regret it. She would apologize to you hundreds of times and hug you tightly.

[choojahyun]

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[humangods]

[ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] — saeyun/eva & [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] — saeyun/eva

@cheonseojins

[ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad

Eva hunches over, seated on the couch of her sunlit studio, and buries her face into her hands. How ironic it is to be surrounded by such luxury and to have such a comfortable life with a supportive family and friends, a successful husband, and never have to worry about paying bills or if she can afford groceries for the week -- things many can only ever dream of having -- and yet feel so utterly alone and miserable. But above all else it's guilt that reigns supreme. Guilt for not being as happy as she should, guilt for being ungrateful for the hand that life dealt her, guilt for wanting a simpler life. Guilt, guilt, guilt. It plagues her in her waking moments and torments her in her sleep. It used to gnaw at the back of her mind like an irritating reminder that she could force herself to forget if she distracted herself with anything else. Now it suffocates her and she finds herself with fewer ways of temporary escape.

The sun travels along its invisible path across the sky and begins to dip over the horizon casting ray of light shines onto Eva's face. It's then that she opens swollen, damp eyes and realizes she had fallen asleep. She sniffles and wipes her eyes. Panic sets in when she realizes the time and that she should be returning home soon, but has no excuse to explain her disheveled appearance. Maybe Kristoph will be at the office late and won't notice if she goes to bed before him. Or maybe he won't look up from whatever work he's decided to take home with him that night to question it.

Her phone vibrates and it jolts Eva out of her thoughts. Gripping the device in her hand she prays it's not Kristoph as she reads the name displayed on the screen.

"Saeyun? Is everything all right?" She asks, doing her best not to let her voice betray her current state, but it wobbles ever so slightly at the very end.

"Yes, everything is fine. Kristoph wanted to know if you would have dinner with him tomorrow night." There's a brief pause. "Are you at your studio?"

"I am, and tell him that's fine. Thanks."

They hang up and Eva breathes out a shaky breath. Getting up, she pads into the small bathroom to wash her face and flinches at just how terrible her reflection looks in the mirror hanging above the sink. Her hair is a mess, but at least that's one thing she can fix with ease. The rest will take some creative thinking and a lot of makeup.

She changes clothes and sets on the arduous task of applying, removing, and reapplying the various cosmetics to make herself look more presentable. It takes a frustrating amount of time, but when she finishes she smooths out her dress. There's a second mirror, a taller one, propped up against the wall that she stops in front of to double check her appearance when there's a knock at the door.

Not expecting anyone, Eva freezes.

"Eva?" Saeyun's voice calls out from the other side.

Damn it. Did Saeyun notice the tremor in her voice? Of course she did, Eva thinks with a shake of her head. Saeyun didn't last this long as Kristoph's secretary being unobservant. She opens the door, stepping aside to let Saeyun in, and plasters on an amicable smile that doesn't reach her eyes despite knowing she can't fool Saeyun.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You came all this way to check in on me," Eva remarks with an amused chuckle as she looks away, copper tresses of hair falling into her face. "I'm all right."

Saeyun stares at her, unimpressed with the blatant lie.

"It's silly." Eva gives a dismissive wave of her hand, but Saeyun is having none of it.

"You're awfully stubborn when you wish to be." It's not a criticism, and there's a fondness behind the words and in the way the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles.

"I'm just tired of all the hiding and feeling like I have to live two separate lives, tired of always acting, tired of the guilt and the shame, just..." She trails off with a weary exhale. "Just tired of everything."

Silence passes between them. Saeyun mulls over Eva's words and Eva fiddles with her wedding ring. It feels heavy on her finger and she wishes she could keep it off, but that would only cause trouble for Kristoph.

"Too tired to go to to that new bakery you had your eye on? I'm pretty sure it's still open," Saeyun suggests, already pulling up the information on her phone. "It's still open," she confirms with a nod.

An airy laugh escapes Eva. "Saeyun!" She scolds, still laughing. "I shouldn't eat more sweets. I already had pastries for breakfast twice this week."

"But you haven't had these ones, have you?"

"No, I haven't. Fine, you've convinced me,” she relents with a shake of her head, grinning, and takes hold of Saeyun’s hand. “Let's go."

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing

Kristoph is away on a short business trip, only a few days, and so he instructed for Saeyun to stay in the city much to Eva’s secret delight.

She insists that Saeyun take at least one day to relax and have fun though frames it as she should accompany her boss’ wife to help with errands when she drops by the office to whisk Saeyun away for the remainder of the day.

Saeyun complies and as soon as they’re outside, Eva steers Saeyun towards her own personal car.

“We’re taking a little trip,” she declares, getting into the driver’s side. “I wanted to go to the countryside for the day and I thought I’d like for you to join me. I know it’s too late to say this now that I’ve already taken you away from your desk, but I do hope it’s all right with you.”

“I don’t mind,” Saeyun reassures.

Eva drives them to a small house set back from the road that peeks between trees growing at the front. It was wedding gift from Kristoph with the promise that they could come here to enjoy the rural landscape for vacations they never ended up taking. In fact, she’s certain the last time he was out here was when he bought the place.

She unlocks the heavy wood doors that swing open with a creak. “What do you think?” She inquires as they set foot inside. Eva walks into the middle of the room and spins around with her arms outstretched to gesture to the entirety of the space. A bright smile rests on her features.

It’s a stark contrast from her decedent house in the city. There are plants placed along some of the windowsills and adorning the tables as centerpieces. Paintings and photographs hang on the walls. None of anyone recognizable, but rather photos of various natural habitats. Sunlight pours into the room through the tall windows and, what truly sets it apart from her London house, are all the warm, earthy tones with splashes of more vibrant color integrated into the rooms.

“Different, right? Kristoph never comes here, but I have on occasion when time permits, and I turned decorating it into a pet project of mine.”

Saeyun’s gaze snaps from watching Eva to taking in the sight of the room.

“It is, but I like it a lot.”

“It’s a shame it won’t be mine for much longer, but it’s going to good people.”

Saeyun shifts her attention back to Eva and raises her brow. “You’re selling it?”

“Well, like I said, I’m hardly ever here and Kristoph doesn’t care about it, it’s all in my name anyway, so it’d be a waste to hold onto. But I’m not selling it, I don’t need to watch it be sold off to some other wealthy family. I met this family some time ago, sweet people and good children, but it was all five of them in a small flat and children get so restless as they get older and need their own spaces, so I gave it to them. I’m sure they’ll get more use out of it than I ever could.”

“Go, explore, I’ll make tea and get you when it’s ready.” Eva ushers Saeyun to keep moving and see the rest of the house while she retreats into the kitchen.

Not long after Eva calls out Saeyun’s name. Saeyun returns to the living room where Eva is rummaging around mumbling to herself.

“What are you looking for?”

“Oh, there was this record I had of this song I liked as a child, but I think I got rid of it or lost it while moving things into here.” She hums out some of the melody as she returns to Saeyun’s side only to stop abruptly when she sees Saeyun’s hand outstretched towards her.

“It’s a lovely tune,” Saeyun speaks up in a hushed voice, as though the music were actually playing. “Shall we?”

“Dance?” Eva questions, lighting up at the thought and places her hand into Saeyun’s.

Saeyun gives a small nod and leads Eva around the room while Eva continues humming.

[humangods]

[ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] — annick/diana & [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] annick/diana

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[ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours

Diana pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I told you, I was never that into you. Sorry." Her words come out harsh like the biting cold of winter.

They're livid, fists clenched at their sides, and they're shaking.

"Bullshit!" He shouts and Diana winces.

"Stop causing a scene. My neighbors are going to hear you." Her jaw clenches as she speaks, her own anger rising. It takes all of her self-control not to match the volume of his voice.

What she really means is if Annick is home, and it would be just her luck that Annick is, then she's going to hear and Diana really, really, does not want that. Things are already tense with Annick and she doesn't need another thing to make it worse.

Her words fall on deaf ears and his voice is rising. In a last ditch effort to at least minimize the future embarrassment she knows she'll feel facing anyone else in her building, Diana grabs his arm and attempts to drag him down the stairs and outside. He misinterprets her actions and his hand clamps down on her wrist in a vice grip and yanks her arm away as he shoves her back.

"Jackson-"

Diana is interrupted mid-sentence by the sound of a door opening. Both her attention and Jackson's snap towards the direction it came from and Diana's eyes widen when she sees Annick. Dread and humiliation well up inside her and she feels the heat flaring in her cheeks. Fuck.

"Get away from her," Annick demands.

It takes only a few strides to cross the distance from her doorway to where the pair stands and she wedges herself between Diana and Jackson with ease as he's too shocked by her abrupt presence to react.

"Hey! She's the one being a tease."

"Just leave it, everything's fine. I have it under control."

Annick doesn't listen to either of them and Diana wills the floor to collapse underneath her. It doesn't yield to her silent plea.

"Get out." Annick's voice is sharp. There's a foreboding quality to it, but what the unspoken of threat is should Jackson not heed her words Diana is both uncertain of and doesn't wish to find out.

None of them move; Jackson and Annick stare each other down with blazing fury in their eyes, and Diana watches both with apprehension of what's to come. She half-expects to have to break up a fight. Whether Annick would actually fight someone on her behalf or not, if at all, Diana couldn't say for sure, but she would rather not find out right now in the hallway of their apartment building.

Jackson is the first one to break the silence.

"Fine, but this isn't over," he snarls, shooting Diana a glare as he spins on his heel and stomps down the stairs.

Diana and Annick both wait until they hear the front door shut behind Jackson before either of them move.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Diana sighs. "But thanks anyway."

She reaches out to touch Annick's arm as she has done countless times in the past, but she stops short mere inches away from Annick and retracts her hand.

"Sorry, old habit, I guess," she mumbles and shoves her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "Uh, I don't have much, but I can get you a coffee later as thanks?"

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt

There are definitely perks to knowing someone who was a chef and more so when said chef lives next door to her. Diana pulls out her phone, whispering her thanks for her good fortune of Annick be only a door away from her. Of course, it’s more often the case that having her almost-ex live so close by feels more like a cruel practical joke being played on her by the universe, for once it’s not. Or so she hopes.

She types out "Anni, I’m dying :(” only to stop herself then delete it.

Diana chides herself. They aren’t close anymore, she can’t take on such a relaxed tone with Annick. This is a fact she has to remind herself of every time she sees Annick by the mailboxes or if they happen to leave or arrive home at the same time.

“Annick, can you make me sick people food? Please? I will pay you back!”

More formal, but not overly so. Diana frowns with dissatisfaction, but sends the message anyway.

It still feels a little odd to address Annick by the nickname that she once did, but it feels more wrong not to. Maybe she’s over-thinking it. In fact, Diana knows she is, but she can’t stop herself. What if Annick wouldn’t like it anymore if she called her by such a familiar name? What if Annick doesn’t actually like her at all and she’s just pretending to be nice for simplicity’s sake? What if Annick lies in bed at night wishing she would move away? What if, what if, what if.

A groan escapes Diana as she rolls onto her back. Maybe she shouldn’t have reached out to Annick. The anxiety that settles like a heavy weight on her chest only makes her feel worse. She closes her eyes and begins to doze only to be startled out of it when she hears the chime of her phone.

Annick’s reply leaves Diana feeling bitter-sweet. Her stomach knots at thinking of seeing Annick, but she does miss Annick’s cooking. Diana swallows, mouth watering at the thought of it.

Hearing a knock, she pulls herself out of bed and trudges to her front door. It swings open to reveal Annick with the blessing of food in her hands.

“Oh thank god I’m saved,” Diana mutters, eyeing the food. “I mean, thanks,” she corrects herself as she glances up at Annick with a sheepish smile. “You don’t have to stay, by the way. I’m super sick. Like, I might be dying sick.”

That was an obvious stretch, but she’s always been a tad dramatic.

Annick shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

She steps inside and Diana only lets out a feeble “But” in protest while standing aside nonetheless.

“Okay, but the bedroom is off limits. It’s gross in there right now with tissues everywhere.”

Diana has to try and preserve what little is left of her dignity, and flops onto the couch while Annick rummages around in her kitchen to get a bowl and silverware.

Time passes in a hazy blur. Diana knows she ate, made another attempt to get Annick to leave her to her suffering in vain, and at some point fell asleep. Diana wakes, bleary eyed, and with a stuffy nose. Sitting upright it’s only then she realizes she’s been using Annick as a pillow the whole time.

“Ugh, I’m so gross. Why are you still here?” She grumbles between blowing her nose into fistfuls of tissues. “Not that I’m not grateful, but still. Also, sorry for sleeping on you. You’re still comfy though,” Diana adds without a second thought only for the embarrassment to follow a second later. Her face reddens and she does her best to hide this by turning away from Annick.

“You should probably go so you don’t catch what I have, you know.”