#choi seungcheol x yn

[mirisss]

Monstrous Love

Werewolf! Choi Seungcheol x afab! human reader

Warnings: Obessession, possessiveness, some violence, biting, blood, Stockholm syndrome, mentioning suspicion of being r*ped (though not using that word), I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything. 

Wordcount ≈ 7.8k

Halloween special, thank you to everyone who voted for the Halloween specials, first place was Scoups so here you have his fic! I hope you all enjoy this! 

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Third Person POV 

(Y/n) had always liked the woods, especially when the skies turned heavy with rain. Something about the quiet rustle of leaves, the distant call of birds, and the cool breeze always made her feel at peace. But today, the dark clouds above seemed more threatening than soothing. The air was thick with the promise of a storm, and the usually familiar path through the woods felt foreign, almost foreboding.

As she hurried along, clutching her cloak tighter around her, she noticed the wind picking up. The first droplets of rain splattered against her skin. She quickened her pace, her heart racing not just from the fear of the incoming storm but something else—a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, as though she were being watched.

Suddenly, a branch snapped behind her. She froze.

The rain came down harder, her surroundings quickly being swallowed by the downpour. She spun on her heels, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes scanned the misty forest.

Nothing.

Just the trees and the rain.

With a shaky exhale, she turned to continue her path back to town, but in her haste, she collided into something solid. She stumbled back, her breath hitching as she looked up.

There he was.

The man from the woods.

His towering figure loomed over her, water dripping from his tousled dark hair. His eyes—those notorious red eyes that had haunted the stories whispered around town—pierced through her, sending a chill down her spine. He didn’t speak, and yet his presence screamed of danger, of something ancient and wild.

Scoups.

The name everyone feared. The man—the creature—who lived in the woods, shrouded in mystery. Most people avoided these parts in the hopes of never crossing paths with him, but now, here he was, mere inches from (Y/n).

Her legs felt like they might give way beneath her as she stared up at him. Fear clawed at her throat, yet she couldn’t look away. His features were sharp, rugged—beautiful, in a terrifying way. And though his face was cold, there was something else in his expression. Something she couldn’t quite place.

And then, before she could gather her wits to run or speak, he moved closer, his hand reaching toward her face, his fingers just barely brushing her cheek. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but his eyes remained fixed on hers, burning with an intensity that made her shiver.

“I’ve found you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, as if it had been trapped inside him for far too long.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

“What do you mean?” (Y/n) stammered, her voice barely a whisper as the rain fell harder around them.

His lips curled into the faintest of smiles, though it held no warmth. “You’re mine.”

(Y/n)’s breath caught. “I-I don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm.

“I’ve waited so long,” Scoups said, his voice almost a growl now, but his eyes softened just a little. “And now that I’ve found you… I’m never letting you go.”

(Y/n)’s heart raced in her chest, pounding so loudly she could barely hear the rain or the wind anymore. Fear surged through her veins as Scoups’ words echoed in her mind: “You’re mine.”

She couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe. Her instincts screamed at her to run, to get away from him, this creature who wasn’t fully human, whose presence made the hair on her arms stand on end. Stories of his monstrous nature, of his cruelty, flashed through her mind. Every ounce of her wanted to scream, but the terror strangled her voice.

Without another thought, (Y/n) turned on her heel and bolted. She didn’t know where she was running to—only that she needed to get as far from him as possible.

Her feet pounded against the muddy forest floor, the rain lashing against her face, blurring her vision. The wind whipped at her cloak as she pushed through the dense trees. She didn’t dare look back, but she could feel him. Every step she took, it felt as though he was there, just behind her, his presence as heavy as the storm clouds above.

How was he always so close?

Her chest burned from exertion, her legs growing weak with each step. Yet, no matter how fast she ran or which direction she turned, it was as though the woods were conspiring against her. Every path seemed to lead her back toward him, his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

Panic seized her heart. She was trapped.

She stumbled, her foot catching on an exposed root, and she went crashing to the ground. Her palms stung as they scraped against the wet earth, but she scrambled to her feet. Her body screamed for rest, but her mind knew she couldn’t stop. Not here. Not now. She had to keep running, but the world was spinning, her vision blurring as the storm worsened.

And then, as if the rain itself had swallowed her will to keep fighting, she felt her body give out. Her legs buckled beneath her, and everything went black.

~ Time Skip ~ 

Scoups stood by the window, his eyes locked on the unconscious figure sprawled on his bed. The rain still poured outside, drumming against the roof in a steady, relentless rhythm. But his mind was focused entirely on her—on the delicate girl who had collapsed in his arms, drenched and trembling.

(Y/n).

She looked fragile lying there, her face pale from exhaustion, her chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths. His sharp eyes traced the scratches and bruises marring her skin—marks she had earned trying to escape him. The guilt stirred in him, but it was nothing compared to the primal need coursing through his veins.

His mate. After years of searching, after endless nights of running through the woods, driven by the emptiness in his chest, he had finally found her.

She was beautiful, even now—especially now. The way the firelight danced across her face made his breath catch. Her wet hair clung to her skin, and her clothes, still damp from the storm, stuck to her body in a way that made it impossible for him to look away.

His instincts roared within him. The wolf inside him stirred, restless, urging him to claim what was his, to mark her and make sure no one could ever take her from him. The need to protect her, to possess her, surged with every breath. Her scent—a soft, intoxicating sweetness that seemed to wrap around his very soul—drove him mad.

His claws flexed at his sides as he fought against the surge of desire that threatened to consume him. His entire body ached for her, pulsed with a hunger he hadn’t felt in years. He wanted to pull her into his arms, bury his face in her neck, and let the world fade away. He wanted to feel her skin against his, to know that she was his, that she would never leave him.

But he couldn’t.

Not like this.

Scoups’ jaw tightened as he forced himself to take a step back from the bed, putting distance between them. He clenched his fists, trying to ground himself, trying to remember who he was—what he was. She didn’t know yet. She didn’t understand the bond, the connection that had been forged the moment they met.

She didn’t know how deeply tied to him she already was.

His eyes flickered to her scars, fresh and raw from her fall in the woods. He hadn’t meant to frighten her so badly, but the way she had looked at him—like he was some kind of monster—it had triggered something primal in him. His wolf had wanted to chase, to show her that no matter how fast she ran, he would always find her.

But seeing her now, so fragile and vulnerable, he felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t deserve this. He was a predator, a beast, and she… she was so delicate, like a flower he was afraid to crush with just a touch.

Still, even with the guilt gnawing at the edges of his conscience, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming pull he felt toward her. She was his mate. He had waited so long for this—for her. And now that she was here, the thought of letting her go, of letting anyone or anything take her from him, was unbearable.

I could lose control, he thought darkly, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. The wolf inside him was howling for release, clawing at his restraint. He could feel his pulse quicken, the veins in his neck tightening as he struggled to maintain his composure. Each second he inhaled her scent, his grip on his humanity slipped further.

She stirred slightly, her head moving against the pillow, and his heart raced. He took a sharp breath, watching her with rapt attention. Even unconscious, she had a power over him that no one else ever had. The firelight reflected off the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft rise and fall of her chest—she was beautiful, maddeningly so.

His hand twitched, aching to reach out, to trace his fingers over her skin, to claim what was his by right. But he held back, forcing himself to turn away, to focus on the storm outside instead of the storm brewing inside him.

He couldn’t lose control. Not yet.

She would wake soon, and when she did, she would be terrified again. He knew she didn’t understand the bond, didn’t feel the same pull he did—not yet, at least. She was human. Fragile. He needed to be patient, to give her time to come to terms with what they were.

But each second, each minute that passed with her lying there, vulnerable and unaware, made it harder and harder to hold back the beast within him.

She’s mine, he reminded himself, the thought both a comfort and a curse. He would protect her, care for her, but he couldn’t deny that his desire ran deeper than simple protection.

His wolf wanted more.

It wanted her—body, soul, everything.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to silence the growl building in his throat. He would wait. He would hold back. For her sake. For now.

But the moment she looked into his eyes again, the moment she finally understood that she belonged to him, there would be no holding back.

And no force on earth would keep him from claiming what was his.

When (Y/n) woke, the first thing she noticed was warmth.

Not the suffocating heat of the storm, but a gentle, comforting warmth, like being wrapped in a blanket near a fire. She stirred slightly, feeling something soft beneath her. She blinked, her vision hazy, as the memories of the rain, the chase, and—him—came rushing back.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she was greeted by the sight of a dimly lit room. The air smelled faintly of pine, woodsmoke, and something earthy. She was lying on a large, well-worn bed, covered in thick furs. The room around her was rustic—wooden walls lined with books and various trinkets that looked handmade. A fire crackled softly in a hearth across the room, casting a flickering glow on the walls.

Her pulse quickened as she tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy, exhausted from her ordeal. As she shifted, she realized she wasn’t alone.

He was there.

Seungcheol—Scoups—stood near the window, his back to her as he stared out into the dark woods beyond. His broad shoulders were tense, as though he was deep in thought, yet his aura filled the entire room with an intensity that made her feel small.

For a moment, she wondered if she should pretend to still be unconscious. But before she could even consider it, he turned, his piercing red eyes locking onto hers.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low, a strange mix of relief and something darker.

(Y/n) recoiled slightly, her heart pounding once more. “Where… where am I?” she managed to ask, her voice small and shaky.

“My home,” he replied simply, moving closer with a fluid grace that reminded her all too much of a predator. “You collapsed in the woods. I brought you here.”

She shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze. “Why?” she whispered, still half-expecting him to lunge at her, to take whatever it was he wanted.

Scoups’ eyes softened, though only just. “Because,” he said slowly, as though weighing each word, “you’re my mate.”

The word sent a shiver down her spine. She had heard of such things in stories—creatures who bound themselves to another, a connection deeper than human understanding. But she never imagined it would happen to her, let alone with someone like him.

“I’m not… I’m not your mate,” (Y/n) stammered, pushing herself back against the headboard, her hands trembling. “I don’t even know you.”

A shadow passed over Scoups’ face, his expression hardening. “You will,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. “Whether you realize it yet or not, you’re mine. You belong to me.”

(Y/n) shook her head, fear rising again. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he stepped back, giving her space, though his eyes never left hers. “Rest,” he said. “You’re safe here. No one will harm you while you’re under my protection.”

But the way he said it made her realize one terrifying truth: the greatest danger in these woods might just be him.

(Y/n) stirred as the cold seeped into her bones, a shiver running down her spine despite the warmth of the fire nearby. Her clothes clung to her damp skin, her hair still wet from the storm. She curled into herself, trying to get warm, but it was no use. The icy chill seemed to creep deeper with every second. Her mind was groggy, her body exhausted, but slowly, the sounds around her became clearer—the crackle of the fire, the low howl of the storm outside.

Her pulse quickened as she tried to assess her situation. She was still in her clothes, which brought a strange sense of relief. He hadn’t… She swallowed, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Despite the fear gnawing at her, it didn’t seem like he had done anything to harm her while she was unconscious.

But the cold was unbearable, and her soaked clothes made it worse. She shivered again, her teeth nearly chattering as she pulled the blankets tighter around her.

That’s when she heard him.

Scoups moved before she could even register it, his form a blur of shadow in the corner of the room. His eyes, sharp and glowing red in the dim light, were immediately on her, taking in her discomfort. For a moment, she held her breath, too terrified to speak or move.

Without a word, he turned and left the room. The door closed softly behind him, leaving her in an eerie silence.

(Y/n) let out a shaky breath, her body trembling not only from the cold but from the tension that hung in the air. The sound of the storm outside only seemed to amplify her unease, but before she could try to gather her thoughts, the door creaked open again. Scoups returned, holding a bundle of clothes in his hands. His movements were fluid, almost too graceful, like a predator stalking its prey.

He crossed the room with a measured, deliberate pace, stopping in front of her. His face was unreadable, that same icy stare locked on her, but there was something softer about his demeanor now—something almost… concerned? She couldn’t tell, but the intensity of his presence still made her heart race.

“Get up,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.

(Y/n) froze, her fingers clenching the blankets around her as she met his gaze. She hesitated, unsure of what he wanted, unsure if she should trust him. The fear of what he could do—what he was—kept her rooted in place.

But there was no defying him. Not with those eyes, not with the raw power that radiated from him.

Still, her body screamed at her to move. To do as he said. Her fear was overwhelming, and in the silence that followed, she knew that resisting would be futile.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the bed, her legs trembling as she stood. She could feel his gaze on her, watching her every movement, and it made her skin crawl with unease. The distance between them felt like a fragile thread, one that could snap at any moment.

He handed her the clothes—a set of soft, dry garments, likely his own, judging by their size. She stared at them, confused for a moment, unsure of why he was giving them to her.

“Your clothes are wet,” Scoups said simply, his voice still firm but lacking the harshness she had expected. “Take a shower. Change into these.”

She blinked, looking from the clothes to him, her mind racing. She didn’t want to make a mistake, didn’t want to provoke him, but this… was unexpected. It felt oddly kind, though his cold demeanor made it hard to decipher his true intentions.

Still, she nodded, too afraid to refuse. Without another word, he turned and led her down a narrow hallway. The walls were lined with rustic wood, and she noticed how quiet the house was despite the storm raging outside. He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, revealing a small but cozy bathroom. Steam already lingered in the air, as though he had prepared it for her.

“Go,” he said, his tone flat, though his gaze lingered on her for just a moment longer than she was comfortable with. “Take your time.”

(Y/n) hesitated at the threshold of the bathroom, feeling the warmth of the room on her skin. She glanced up at him, her heart thudding in her chest. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something she couldn’t quite place. A strange softness hidden beneath the cold exterior.

She stepped inside, clutching the clothes close to her chest, and shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment. Her breath came out in shaky gasps as she tried to calm her nerves. The warm air from the shower beckoned her, and she could feel the tension begin to melt away as the thought of warmth enveloped her.

Turning toward the shower, she carefully peeled off her soaked clothes, shivering as the cold air hit her skin. She stepped under the hot spray, feeling the water wash over her, the warmth sinking deep into her bones. The tension in her muscles began to ease, though her mind was still racing, still haunted by the reality of where she was—and who was just outside.

But as the water cascaded over her, she allowed herself a moment to breathe. Just a moment to process everything.

Who was this man—this monster—that terrified her, yet showed her a kind of care she never expected? And why did his touch, his presence, evoke such confusing feelings in her?

I don’t belong here… she thought, but even as she said it, she couldn’t shake the strange pull that lingered in the air between them.

She knew she had to be careful. She couldn’t let herself be swayed by his momentary kindness. He was still dangerous, still the creature from the stories. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized… there was something else about him, something deeper.

Something that scared her more than the monster he was.

Scoups paced by the fire, his hands flexing and curling into fists as he waited for her to emerge. His mind raced, battling the primal instincts that surged within him. The wolf inside him had been restless for hours, growling and pacing within the confines of his mind, and the sound of the shower running only made it worse. The knowledge that she was just beyond the door—his mate, naked and vulnerable, surrounded by his scent—was driving him mad.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but the pull was relentless. His beast stirred, clawing at his control, demanding more than just her presence. It wanted her body, her blood, her soul. It wanted to claim her in every possible way. But Scoups was stronger than that—he had to be.

When the sound of the water finally stopped, he held his breath, listening as she moved about in the bathroom. The seconds felt like hours, and his heart thudded in his chest as he waited. When the door creaked open and she stepped out, he turned to face her, his breath catching in his throat.

She was wearing his clothes.

The oversized shirt hung loosely on her small frame, the sleeves falling past her wrists, and the trousers bunched at her ankles. Yet despite how large the clothes were on her, she looked… perfect. His scent clung to her now, and that alone was enough to make his blood boil with possessiveness. The sight of her, wrapped in his scent, in his clothes, awakened something deep within him.

Mine.

His inner beast roared in approval, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until his mark was permanently branded on her shoulder, until her skin bore the evidence of their bond. His wolf wanted to taste her blood, to feel her body beneath his, writhing in submission. The hunger burned deep, almost unbearable, and for a moment, he wondered if he could hold himself back much longer.

But he had to.

He had spent so long without her—waiting, searching—that he couldn’t risk scaring her away. Not when she was so close, not when she was finally within his grasp.

He clenched his jaw, trying to wrestle his emotions into submission, but the moment their eyes met, he knew it was a losing battle. She looked so small, so fragile in his clothes, her wet hair falling in soft strands around her face. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes wide and uncertain as she stared back at him. She was scared—he could see it in the way she trembled slightly, in the way her hands clutched the fabric of the shirt.

But she didn’t run.

And that was all the permission he needed.

Before he could think, before he could stop himself, he crossed the room in a few swift strides, his heart pounding in his chest. She took a small step back, her breath catching, but she didn’t move away fully. His hand reached out instinctively, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tracing the soft curve of her skin. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, even as his thumb stroked gently across her skin.

Her warmth—her softness—sent a shiver down his spine.

“Scoups…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with fear, confusion, and something else—something she likely didn’t understand yet.

He leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers as he closed the distance between them. His beast stirred, impatient, demanding more, but he forced it back, knowing he couldn’t rush this. Not yet. Instead, he focused on her, on the way her breath quickened, the way her body tensed and relaxed under his touch.

His lips found hers in a slow, deliberate kiss.

The moment their lips met, the world seemed to shift around him. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, but the intensity of it overwhelmed him. Her lips were soft, warm, and he could feel her tremble beneath his touch. But it wasn’t fear this time—at least, not entirely. He could feel the way her body responded, the subtle tension in her muscles, the way her breath hitched as the kiss deepened, though he kept it restrained.

It was everything he had imagined, everything he had craved for so long, but at the same time, it was far more than that. It wasn’t just about satisfying the beast inside him—it was something more primal, something more intimate. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her damp hair as he pulled her closer.

Her scent filled his senses, and he could taste the lingering sweetness of her skin. It was intoxicating, making it harder and harder to hold back. His wolf growled in approval, wanting to take more, wanting to mark her, to make her his in every way possible. But he couldn’t—he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He pulled back, though every fiber of his being screamed at him to continue. His eyes searched hers, seeing the way she was still reeling from the kiss. Her lips were slightly swollen, her cheeks flushed, and the way she looked at him made something inside him tighten. She had never experienced anything like this before—he could tell from the way she seemed overwhelmed, unsure of how to process the emotions coursing through her.

(Y/n) stared up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked confused, frightened, but there was also something else in her eyes—a spark of something that mirrored his own desire, though she likely didn’t understand it.

Scoups’ thumb grazed her lower lip, and he couldn’t resist leaning in again, his voice low and rough as he spoke. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Whether you realize it or not, you belong to me.”

She shivered at his words, her eyes wide, but he could see the conflict in them—the way she was torn between fear and something deeper. Something that made her hesitate, that made her stay in his arms instead of running away.

For now, it was enough.

But the beast inside him growled, unsatisfied. The kiss had only stoked the fire within him, and it wouldn’t be truly sated until he had her, fully and completely. Until his mark was on her skin and until she bore the symbol of their bond.

But he would wait.

For her sake, he would wait. Or at least, he would try to. 

Scoups exhaled sharply as he finally forced himself to pull away from her. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding, and the beast inside him was still roaring, furious that he had denied it once again. His eyes glowed brighter than ever, their usual icy red hue flaring with intensity. It took every ounce of his willpower to step back, to regain some semblance of control over the monster that clawed within him.

But when he looked down at her, he froze.

(Y/n) stood there, her eyes wide, lips still parted from their kiss, her body trembling as if it couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. She was in a trance—bewildered, overwhelmed by the force of it all. He could see it in the way her chest heaved, the way her skin flushed, and for a moment, he wondered if he had gone too far. Had he pushed her beyond what she could handle?

Her gaze lifted to meet his, and as their eyes locked, Scoups felt a pull so strong it nearly dragged him under again. His beast growled possessively, wanting more, urging him to take her fully, to claim her now and forever. But something stopped him—the way she stared at him, fragile, vulnerable, as though she were seeing him for the first time.

And then, without warning, her legs gave out beneath her.

Scoups moved instantly, catching her before she could hit the ground. She collapsed into his arms, her body limp as if the weight of everything had become too much. His eyes widened in alarm, his previous resolve cracking as concern flooded his senses.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice no longer cold, no longer distant. His heart clenched painfully as he held her close, his glowing eyes fading back into their natural deep brown, softening with worry. He knelt beside her, one hand supporting her back while the other brushed her hair from her face. The sight of her, fragile and overwhelmed, pierced through his hardened exterior in a way nothing else ever had.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt… human.

Her breathing was shallow, her lips slightly parted, but she didn’t seem to be in pain—just overwhelmed. The way she had collapsed, her body giving in after everything that had happened between them, sent a surge of guilt through him. He had scared her. He had pushed too hard, too fast, and now she was paying the price for it.

“Are you hurt?” he asked again, his voice deep but gentle, unlike the icy tone he usually carried. He could hear the worry in his own words, feel the unfamiliar sensation of it tightening in his chest. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, wasn’t used to caring about anyone—but she was different. She was his mate.

And he had almost forgotten that she was human.

His hand lingered on her cheek, stroking it softly as her eyes fluttered closed. For a moment, he just held her there, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do. He had never been in a situation like this before—his beast had never allowed anyone close enough for it to matter. But now, with her in his arms, all the ferocity inside him softened into something protective, something far more terrifying than his usual coldness.

He could hurt her so easily, with just one wrong move. His beast could break her without a second thought, and yet here she was, collapsing from the mere intensity of their connection.

She’s too delicate… too fragile for this world.

His fingers brushed along her neck, feeling the soft pulse beneath her skin. She was still conscious, but barely, and the thought of her vulnerability sent a strange kind of fear coursing through him. It wasn’t like the fear he instilled in others—it was something else entirely. It was fear of losing her. Fear of breaking her.

Scoups’ jaw clenched as he struggled to contain the warring emotions inside him. He wanted to claim her, to take her in every sense of the word, but he knew he had to wait. He had to be careful with her. She wasn’t like him—she wasn’t a monster, she wasn’t built for the dark, primal world he lived in.

But she was his.

“Talk to me,” he whispered, his thumb grazing her lower lip as he searched her face for any sign of consciousness. “Tell me what you’re feeling. I need to know if I’ve hurt you.”

Her eyes slowly opened, though they were still heavy with exhaustion and confusion. She blinked up at him, as though trying to make sense of what had just happened. Her breath hitched when she saw the change in his expression—the softness in his features, the warmth in his eyes. He wasn’t the terrifying creature she had feared. Not in this moment.

“I-I’m not hurt…” she mumbled weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… overwhelmed.”

Scoups let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relief washing over him like a wave. He shifted slightly, pulling her more securely into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her head rested against him, and for the first time, he didn’t feel like a monster. He felt like something more—something better—because she was there, trusting him despite everything.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with a rare sincerity. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just…”

He trailed off, unsure of how to explain the storm of emotions raging inside him. How could he tell her that he had been waiting for her all his life? That the moment he had laid eyes on her, his entire world had shifted? That his beast, the creature he had lived with for so long, was clawing at him to claim her, to mark her, to make her his forever?

But he couldn’t say any of that. Not yet.

Instead, he gently lifted her in his arms and stood, carrying her back toward the bed. She didn’t resist, too weak and dazed to do anything but rest her head against his chest. He laid her down carefully, pulling the blankets over her before sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her closely.

“I’ll give you space,” he murmured, his voice hoarse as he stood up and backed away, his eyes never leaving hers. “But just know… you’re safe here. With me.”

He turned to leave, his heart heavy, but before he could take more than a step, her voice, small and uncertain, stopped him.

“Why?” she asked, her eyes fluttering open again. “Why are you doing this?”

Scoups froze, his back to her, his mind racing as he tried to come up with an answer. He didn’t know how to explain it—not in a way that wouldn’t scare her more. But he owed her the truth, even if it was a truth she wasn’t ready to hear.

“Because you’re mine,” he said, his voice low, filled with a possessiveness that he couldn’t fully mask. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

“What if I don’t want to be yours?” 

The words hit him like a thunderclap, reverberating in his mind with a force so intense, he almost couldn’t process them.

What if I don’t want to be yours?

Her voice, soft and hesitant, carried a weight that shattered whatever fragile control he had left. Scoups froze, his back still turned to her, his mind spinning. For a split second, he thought he must have misheard, that her exhaustion had made her say something she didn’t mean.

But no. She had said it.

And the instant those words sank in, something inside him snapped.

His muscles tensed, his heartbeat quickened, and the beast he had been fighting back for so long surged forward with a ferocity he hadn’t felt in years. He didn’t want to be this way—he had tried to be gentle, to hold back, to give her time—but the thought of her rejecting him after the kiss they had just shared, after the connection they had just felt… it drove him mad.

The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating, as his beast clawed its way to the surface, breaking through the control he had so desperately tried to maintain. His eyes glowed a furious red, brighter than ever before, and his fangs grew, sharp and menacing, protruding past his lips.

“You don’t want to be mine?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. The sound of it sent a shiver through the air, thick with a primal, animalistic rage. “You think you have a choice?”

The question wasn’t a real one. There was no choice. She had been his from the moment their paths had crossed, from the moment he had first laid eyes on her. His beast would never let her go, not now, not ever.

Scoups turned slowly, his predatory gaze locked onto her, the red glow of his eyes flickering like embers in the dark. He took a step toward her, then another, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, taut with tension, and his breaths came in ragged bursts as his wolf fully surfaced, taking control.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in terror. She scrambled backward, her legs trembling as she tried to get away from him, her body reacting instinctively to the danger she sensed in him now. But she was no match for him, not in this state. The fear in her eyes only fueled his desire, only made the wolf within him more desperate to claim her, to show her that there was no escape.

She turned, bolting toward the door in a panic, but he was faster—so much faster.

In a flash, he was in front of her, blocking her path. His movements were a blur of speed and power, and before she could even register what was happening, she found herself pressed against the wall, trapped. Her breath came in frantic gasps, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried, futilely, to push him away.

“Running?” he snarled, his voice deeper, more primal now. His glowing eyes bore into hers, filled with a possessiveness that bordered on madness. “You think you can run from me? From this?”

Her body trembled under the weight of his presence, and though she struggled against him, her efforts were useless. His hand gripped her wrist, holding her in place, while his other hand pressed against the wall beside her, trapping her completely. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, the tension between them crackling like the storm outside.

The scent of her fear filled the air, mixing with the rain-drenched scent of her skin, and it only drove him further into a frenzy. His fangs ached, his body yearned to claim her, and the wolf within him growled impatiently, demanding what was rightfully his.

“You’re mine,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, but the intensity in it was unmistakable. His face was inches from hers now, his breath hot against her skin. “Whether you want it or not.”

Before she could utter another word, his fangs sank into the soft flesh of her neck.

The moment his teeth broke the surface of her skin, a surge of raw power coursed through him. Her blood—sweet, intoxicating—flooded his senses, and his grip on her tightened as he bit down harder, marking her as his. She gasped in pain, her body stiffening in his arms, but there was nothing she could do. She was his now.

Forever.

His bite was deep, primal, the mark of a mate claimed by a wolf. It wasn’t just physical—it was a bond that would tie them together for eternity, something far beyond anything she could understand. His beast reveled in it, finally sated by the act of claiming what was his. The taste of her blood on his tongue, the feel of her body trembling against him—it was everything he had needed, everything he had been denied for so long.

But as the heat of the moment began to subside, Scoups realized something was wrong.

Her body had gone limp in his arms, her head slumping against his chest as her consciousness began to fade. He had pushed too hard, too fast, and now she was slipping away. Panic surged through him as he pulled back, his glowing red eyes widening in alarm. Her skin was pale, her breath shallow, and the sight of her in this state—so fragile, so vulnerable—sent a wave of guilt crashing over him.

He had hurt her.

“Y/n…” His voice trembled, the harshness from moments ago gone, replaced by something far more desperate. He cradled her in his arms, his fangs retracting, his eyes dimming back to their natural brown as the beast retreated. He had claimed her, marked her as his, but in doing so, he had nearly destroyed her.

The guilt was overwhelming.

“Y/n…” he whispered again, his voice breaking as he gently brushed the hair from her face. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body limp and unresponsive in his arms. He could hear her heartbeat—faint, but steady—and it was the only thing that kept him from completely losing control again.

He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently, his hands trembling as he watched her sleep. She would heal—his mark would see to that—but the damage he had done was undeniable. She had feared him, and rightfully so.

But now, there was no going back.

She was his, bound to him by blood and soul, and nothing in this world could break that bond.

Not even her fear.

~ Time Skip ~ 

Years had passed, though (Y/n) had long since stopped counting the days. The life she had known before—her small town, her friends, the warm sunlight on her face as she wandered the familiar streets—had become nothing more than distant memories. Memories that felt like a different lifetime, like a dream she could no longer reach.

Now, her world was confined to the dark woods and the cabin that had become her prison.

She hadn’t seen the town in what felt like an eternity. She had never returned. After that night—after Scoups had claimed her as his mate—there had been no escape. No chance to run, no opportunity to return to the life she once knew. Not that it mattered anymore. Even if she had tried, the bond that tied her to him would have pulled her back. It wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper, something impossible to break.

Something that made her love him, despite everything.

(Y/n) sat by the window of the cabin, staring out at the rain-soaked woods as they blurred in her vision. The storm outside mirrored the constant turmoil in her heart. The cabin was quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the fire, but the silence weighed heavily on her. It had been like this for years now—a strange, suffocating stillness that seemed to wrap itself around her, as if even the forest knew she was trapped.

She should have hated him.

She had tried, at first. She had tried to cling to the anger, to the fear, to remind herself of what he had taken from her. But the bond between them—the bond that had been forged the moment his fangs pierced her skin—had twisted everything inside her. It had made it impossible to feel anything but a strange, overwhelming love for him, even when she didn’t want to.

Her heart had betrayed her.

He loved her, that much was undeniable. In his own possessive, obsessive way, he adored her. He had taken care of her, never allowing her to go hungry, never letting her feel unsafe, even though it was him she feared most. His affection for her was fierce, consuming, and the more time passed, the more she felt it suffocating her. He would hold her, whisper promises in her ear about how they were meant to be, how the moon had bound them together.

How she was his forever.

And despite every rational part of her mind screaming against it, she had grown to love him back. Not by choice, not willingly, but because the bond left her no other option. It was as if the universe itself had decided their fate, and she was powerless to resist.

(Y/n) reached up, absentmindedly tracing the mark on her neck—the mark that had sealed her fate. It had healed long ago, but the scar still remained, a reminder of the night her life had changed. Her fingers brushed against the raised skin, and she shivered, the memory of that night flooding back. She hadn’t been the same since.

The bond had changed her in more ways than one. She could feel it, even now, in the way her body responded to him, in the way her heart quickened whenever he was near. It was unnatural, twisted, but it was real.

And that was the cruelest part of it all.

She heard the familiar sound of the door creaking open behind her, followed by the heavy footsteps she had come to recognize instantly. Scoups was back. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was him—his presence was something she felt even before he entered the room. He was like the storm outside—an unstoppable force, powerful and commanding.

“Y/n.” His voice, deep and filled with a possessive tenderness, broke through the silence. “I’m home.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her eyes still fixed on the rain outside. She knew he would come to her, as he always did. He never could stay away from her for long, not with the bond pulling them together. Sure enough, a moment later, she felt his arms wrap around her from behind, pulling her against his chest. His warmth enveloped her, and despite herself, she leaned into him.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair as he held her close. “Why do you always sit by the window when I’m gone?”

“I just like watching the rain,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She had learned long ago that resistance was futile. No matter how much she tried to keep him at a distance, the bond always drew them back together.

He hummed in response, his hand trailing down to her waist, pulling her even closer. “You should have come with me,” he said. “The woods are beautiful after the rain.”

She tensed slightly in his arms. He often spoke about her leaving the cabin with him, walking through the woods together, living as though they were a normal couple. But she couldn’t. The thought of venturing out, of seeing the outside world again, only made her feel more trapped. It reminded her of everything she had lost.

“I like it here,” she said, the lie slipping from her lips so easily now.

Scoups let out a soft, satisfied sound, seemingly content with her answer. He turned her in his arms so that she was facing him, his piercing eyes locking onto hers. The intensity in them hadn’t faded over the years—if anything, it had grown stronger. His love for her, his need for her, had only deepened with time.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, possessive kiss. And just like every other time, she kissed him back, the bond between them compelling her to do so. The kiss was gentle, but she could feel the fire behind it, the raw desire that always simmered beneath the surface.

When he finally pulled away, his hand caressed her cheek, his eyes searching hers with a strange mix of adoration and hunger. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice laced with a dark kind of devotion. “You know that, don’t you?”

She nodded, her throat tight, the words she wanted to say stuck behind the weight of the bond. She knew he loved her, in his own twisted way. And despite everything, despite the years of feeling trapped, she loved him back.

Whether she wanted to or not.

But deep down, beneath the bond, beneath the love that wasn’t truly her own, there was a part of her that still longed for freedom. A part of her that wondered what her life could have been like if she had never met him. If she had never been claimed by the monster who loved her so much, he had stolen her away from the world.

She was his, forever.  

[kozukensgf]

bf texts with scoups!

character: choi seungcheol

warning(s): none

note: YOOOOO IM BACK AGAINNN 🔥🔥🔥 heres the promised choi seungcheol text! i miss him soooo badddddddddd. // mentioned of love and deep space game (sylus)

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part one | part two | part three | part four

WHO ELSE IS OBSESSED WITH SYLUS??? RRAHHH 🦅🦅

[misotsukiiyeooo]

You could write a Seungcheol where he's worried because you've been sad for days, and when he asks why, he's surprised when you say it's because your kids are growing up and you miss having a baby at home.

Tks (:

"Just one more?" Part 1

Pairing:Husband!Father CSC x F! Mother!Reader

A/N: This is such a cute req!! (I didn't know if you wanted a fluff or not so this one's a fluff, but I could possibly make a pt 2 smut if you want! hope you enjoy!(PART 2 IS UP!)

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Word count: 3.3k (not proofread)

Synopsis: You've been pretty sad for a while now and Seungcheol wants to know why.

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Seungcheol has been watching you, and he knows something's off.

Down to you pouting every time you look at the kids to you frowning all the time you guys talk.

You're all at the mall right now shopping for clothes and he's pushing the cart with your youngest son and daughter sitting in as he holds the oldest son's hand.

He notices you stop at the baby section picking up some little girl shoes. "Mommy, those won't fit me anymore!" Your daughter, Jieun giggles at her Mother.

Y/N seems unfocused somehow. "Oh..you're right. Anyways let's get going yea?" She looks at me "Yeah, I think we got everything we needed."

He brushes off whatever happened not putting too much thought into it.

It's the next day, Monday, meaning the kids go to school Seojun, the oldest goes to 4th grade while Jieun goes to 2nd leaving Dohyun in daycare.

I make their breakfast and pack their lunchboxes while Y/N gets them dressed.

They come out of the room one by one to eat and Y/N comes out holding Dohyun and putting him in the high chair getting ready to feed him until he decides to grab the spoon, attempting to feed himself. Y/N pouts at the sight of this.

We get into the car and you can't stop thinking about your grown babies.

Dropping them off is never easy, Seeing Seojun wave goodbye and walk into the school himself then Jieun who looks back and smiles before leaving.

The only person you actually walk to their class is Dohyun, but at his age, he doesn't even wave bye, too invested in a shiny toy he spotted. Entering the car Seungcheol looks at you. "Is everything alright Babe?" He caresses your hand. "Yeah, why?"

"I don't know...you seemed a little out of it for the past week." He focuses back on driving as the light turns green. "Really? I'm fine really." Trying your best to reassure him earning a nod.

Arriving home you sit on the couch and turn on the TV.

A Pampers commercial pops up and you can't help but frown. Seungcheol sits beside you and turns off the TV, "Y/N look at me, you can't fool me I know something's wrong, and I hope you know I'm here for you."

He looks into your eyes fondly. "It's nothing really, just some thoughts..this is stupid."

Fidgeting with your fingers, he holds them. "It can't be stupid if you've been thinking about it for a week." He waits quietly for you to talk. "Well, the kids, our kids are growing up so fast...and I kind of miss that feeling of having a newborn baby.."

Seungcheols eyes widen, completely surprised. "That's what's been making you sad? So what you're saying is you want another kid?" You nod looking away.

"Baby, our oldest is only in 4th grade, let alone Dohyun's in daycare."

"I know but you've seen what happened earlier when I went to feed him? he took the spoon himself.."

He chuckles leaving you confused. " I see, so that's why you were looking at little girl shoes and pouting whenever you see the kids playing."

"That's not funny" You look at him trying to hold back his laughter. "It's not funny you're right, it's silly how you held that in for so long.

"You know if you wanted another baby that bad you could've just asked me. I'm always open to seeing another little you walk around the house."

Smiling at the thought, you blush, hitting him lightly, "Don't just say things like that!" Seungcheol giggles, "What? I can't say how I'm willing to give my beautiful wife whatever she wants? Even if it's a fourth child?" He looks at you, eyes big.

"Really? just one more?" You put your pointer finger up. "Yes, just one more, if that's what you want, that is."

Reqs are open!

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[seuonji]

彡on a variety show w your svt bf!

๑ idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! no storyline, just fun.

one ๑ two ๑ three ๑ four ๑ five ๑ six ๑ seven #mlist

notes ๑ variety show 'my alcohol diary' has mentions of drinking & getting drunk.

your group plays esports (valorant, leave of legends, apex, etc) against svt as a hybe special!

wonwoo gives you a look when you both sit at the end of your respective tables, you on the right, him on the left making you two sort of beside each other.

as you both play, the host points out that your skills are extremely good. your group member brings up the fact that recently you’ve been spending a lot more time gaming in your free time to which wonwoo rests his head on his hand to cover his smile knowing that he’s the reason you’ve been gaming more. the host adds on that your play style is a bit similar to wonwoo giving both groups chills. “perhaps it’s what’s adapted after a long time of playing,” you calmly respond.

on the other hand with soonyoung— he keeps messing up, at one point he shot one of his members, “the keyboard isn’t following what i want to do.” and you’d fr just face palm yourself. the host mentions, “even yn is getting tired of your antics.” “what antics!? im really trying.” you hope he can make it when technology evolves further. after filming you meet up with him. “wasn’t i cool earlier?” he asks. “i think my baby cousin can beat you.”

jeonghan would be such a menace in this scenario cause omg he would target you. like if he spots you he will not stop shooting and chasing until he gets you— your group member watching all of this go down would try to shoot jeonghan yet somehow he’s dodging and still hunting you down— “let me breathe!?” jeonghan shouts at your member. “you’re not letting ME breathe?” you shout back.

๑

random play dance! (random song is played and you have to dance the correct choreography)

beforehand you'd ask seungkwan to help you with the dances but he was not about to help you out while you were in a different group! until in one of the rounds where you looked lost, seungkwan comes to the front and dances clearly as a way to help you. "you're helping the other groups! get to the back," competitive seungcheol would shout. "sorry i got excited," seungkwan laughs it off. being fr tho how does that man know that many choreographies.

i imagine seokmin/mingyu would whisper to you, "i got you, just follow me," and then he would be one of the first to be eliminated.

vernon keeps on looking at you and copying your dance— you can’t help but laugh at his facial expressions when he doesn’t know the dance but also somehow he’s surviving.

wherever you are in the arena, chan always ends up beside you.

๑

youngji's program 'my alcohol diary'

you’d go alone to promote your groups album. your episode was relatively short— they covered it up with 'yn got drunk super fast' but actually, whether you have a high tolerance or not, in the end when you got drunk, you just kept on gushing about your boyfriend. (bf can be any member)

when youngji asked you to teach her the dance of your song you went through it step by step until a certain part, “oh soonyoung choreographed this part and i gave it as a suggestion and it made the cut to the official choreo,” you said with a big smile. // “my boyfriend likes this part,” you danced the bit then nonchalantly continued to teach youngji but she’s standing, there still in shock of everything she’s heard.

after filming, your boyfriend would pick you up and take care of you till you sober up.

the next day youngji would message and reveal something to you.

yn: im so sorry for the short episode run-

youngji: if it makes you feel better, seungcheol/soonyoung/mingyu/minghao talked about you way more than you did about them.

๑

chinese whisper game as a mini game (there’s a given word/phrase and the word is passed on through all players, last players needs to shout it out word for word)

you’re standing in front of jeonghan/minghao and he keeps on blowing into your ear before he starts actually saying the given phrase—

but if it was the noise cancellation version (have to read lips or body actions to get the word/phrase)

seungcheol pouted at you when you couldn’t understand what he was saying which a lot of viewers found weird since he would usually only do that with his members.

you almost hug jeonghan/joshua/wonwoo when he got the word correct—

jun/wonwoo/jihoon keeps on giving you high-fives every round.

you consider choking soonyoung when he can’t get the word correct for shit.

you and minghao/chan kept on bickering over the way he would execute the word. the staff and your members would be more interested on how you guys fight rather than the word being finally passed over to the last person.

[yyawnjun]

BUTTONS

seventeen!95'lines × reader (separately)

summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing thus tradition, here's how I think S.coups, Jeonghan and Joshua would confess their love.

comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

high school romance ; fluff!! ; 2.6k wc ; I am so weak for them 😭 ; @kflixnet ; pt2

thank u so much to my fav girl @sobun1est for proofreading this (she deserves the world AND a confession by S.coups asap !!)

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL [ 최승철 ]

Choi Seungcheol. The school slacker. The first time you heard his name was when the science teacher begged you to help him with his finals. He needed help in all scientific subjects, such as math, physics, bio, and chemistry… but from what was said, he was considered hopeless. The first time you met him, he was wearing a pajama - because he refused to “be like the others” wearing the uniform - and kept chewing gum while listening to music while you were trying your best to help him with his math homework.

From that very first moment, you understood why everyone thought he was considered a desperate case. In the first week, he did not listen to you at all, not even glancing at you, he had arrived late and left after less than an hour.

Over time he started to look at you and listen to you. He started to admire your patience, your passion, your focused look as you wrote, your clear voice as you explained, your optimism, and your kind heart...

At the same time, you also started to become attached to him when he first showed the will to improve his situation. Indeed after a week, he bought his first pencil, after two weeks he bought a schoolbag, and after a month he even had a collector with all of the subjects - it was quite well organized at the end of the third month.

His appearance improved during those months: his eyes appeared less tired, his hair wasn't greasy anymore, and he even wore half of the uniform.

On Monday, the results of the final exams had just arrived. It was 9 a.m. - still very early, as they would not display the result posters until 11 a.m. - when your science teacher called you with Seungcheol.

You both came out of your respective classes and as soon as you arrived in front of the teacher, she almost started tearing up with happiness at the news she wanted to announce to you. S.coups, as you had learned to call him by now, had passed all his exams. These were the exact words spoken to you by the professor. She almost jumped up and hugged you, but you were more focused on the proud smile that adorned your friend's face. Indeed by now, you were friends.

After hearing the news, to celebrate you opted to go for a bite to eat at the café near the school after class. That café where you first met when it all started is now filled with your happy chatter.

Having the time to be with him for more hours on that day, you were able to notice so many other details of the new S.coups. He had a rested face, a lot of energy in his speech, brighter eyes, and even an almost complete uniform - he had promised you that he would wear it perfectly only on the last day of school. After some time, he also managed to thank you from the bottom of his heart, and you to gain more confidence in your teaching abilities.

So, the last day of school had arrived, the last goodbyes, hugs, chats, and farewells before the end. But on that very full day, you had by no means forgotten your promise.

In fact, after saying goodbye to your friends, you moved to look for the boy. Thirty minutes had now passed, but nothing. You were about to give un helieving that you had overemphasized what had been between you. You turned to leave until a deep, masculine voice came to your ears that you now knew very well from hearing him repeat all the rules possible and imaginable.

You turned and saw him in all his glory. The sun was shining on his face, and his hair styled with was barely moving in the wind. His eyes were smiling, and he was still shouting your name to indicate his location. Only when he was closer, did you notice that he was wearing his uniform.

His eyes and chest were filled with pride, his smile was proud, and his happiness was more alive than ever. After a quick hug, he pointed out his uniform to you - emphasizing how uncomfortable it was and how much he had done it for you. With dreamy eyes, you stared into his eyes, and he accepted the challenge. Time and space around you appeared still, it was only you and him. But shortly, your eye was drawn to a detail in his clothing. A button was missing from his clothing, the first one from the top, and it was clear that it had been detached.

He noticed the movement of your gaze and your puzzlement. But before you could say anything, he had put the missing button in front of your face. As if to prevent you from doubting him and his promises to you.

"I read that giving the first button of one's uniform to the loved girl is a way of confession," he told you.

"Oh, your romantic side," and before you could ask him any more questions, he shushed you for the second time - like he used to do proudly when he explained the lesson he had learned because of you.

"Here, this is for you," he said handing you the button.  In the end, he kept his promise: he was in his perfect (uni)form, wearing his school uniform and demonstrating his love to you.

YOON JEONGHAN [ 윤정한 ]

Yoon Jeonghan was taller than you, his eyes were brown as hazelnut and his hair black as ebony, his skin was flawless and his smile was always feeble. Although his sneaky character did not match his angel and kind appearance. From the teacher’s point of view, he was the perfect, smart, and angelic student. To everyone, he was the popular, handsome, and cocky boy. To you, he was something more.

You two had many classes together during high school, and you managed to learn more about him. Even if you did not speak much to him, you caught another side of him. Behind his angel appearance and presumptuous acting was a gentle boy. That gentle boy that made you lose your mind for him. You noticed once how he helped a guy who was being bullied or another time when he stayed until 11 pm in the library to help a girl with her math homework. 

So time passed and he quickly became your crush, someone you would always look at and admire from afar. You can’t say that he did not like attention, because he did. But he liked them only when they focused on the things he wanted - like his appearance, his carelessness, his intelligence. He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why,  and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.

One-side love, mh? That was what you kept reminding yourself while observing him from afar. Many gorgeous girls and boys liked him openly, but he always ended up rejecting them; so you chose to stay silent and watch him from afar.

On one hand, it was nice to have someone to romanticize, someone to think about before bed, or when you needed to cheer up. But immediately after that comfortable feeling, a melancholy one showed up. But it's the one-sided love, isn't it?

So the years passed, you changed, and your crush on him got stronger. Until the last days before the end of high school. When you found yourself, on the last Monday in high school, on a fresh summer night - instead of studying - focusing on the choice of the words for the anonymous letter you would have given to him tomorrow.

He did not want to expose too much of his kind side and you always wondered why,  and the more you knew about him the more you started to like him.You closed it at 10 am before putting it in his lock. As soon as you did, a huge weight lifted from your consciousness, making room for another.

He had seen you secretly place something in his locker. Because after you put the letter Jeonghan saw you, YN.

Yn, the one who won his heart since his freshman year of high school. The one who had been on his mind for years, and as much as he didn't want it, the heart decided on its own.  He instinctively came closer to see what it was, but you quickly moved away. After a week, you went from wanting to confess to wanting to die to hide your feelings for him. 

Your week was no different from his. Until Friday, the last day of school. Your heart lightened when all the exams - and the high school years with them - were over. The day was going beautifully, and you had stopped one last time to look at your - now ex-school. The others had slowly left, it was late afternoon, and you would have to go soon too. So many memories mixed with laughter and tears, so many regrets mixed with victories and disappointments.

Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice that he reached you. You were startled when someone patted your shoulder. He had arrived in silence, and without speaking he made so much noise in your heart that it started beating wildly. You looked at him awkwardly... since the day he saw you put the love letter into his locker, you had only given each other fleeting glances.

He kept not saying a word and looked down at his uniform. The sound of the button being detached from the uniform was the first sound you had heard since his arrival. Still, in disbelief, you didn't move.  He took your hand and placed the button in it.

He smiled at you, with the faint smile of him - the one that you loved so intensely - with those hazel eyes that had drawn you, he patted your head, and without saying anything he turned to leave. Was this perhaps his way of confessing… Wait, was he confessing?

Your surprised look was replaced by a huge smile, and your heart kept beating rapidly - but not anymore only for the love tension, now even for the exhaustion of running as you chased him, demanding answers, confessions, and maybe something more...

HONG JISOO [ 홍지수 ]

Everyone knew who Hong Jisoo was. Everyone called him Joshua, and he was known as one of the nicest and kindest boys at school.  However, he was so kind that people easily took advantage of him. Starting with occasional help with English homework, solving math problems, and planning for free private lessons several times per week.

Initially, he was happy that he could help everyone and was flattered when girls came to him with long letters that showed to be a mix of a confession of love and thanks for the school's help.

However, the more he gave of himself to others, the less of himself left. Joshua was gradually wearing himself out. He was so focused on others that he had forgotten about himself.

He thought about this for the first time as he left for school, with music in his ears as he finished tying up his uniform. Just as he was about to do so, he realized it was missing again the top button. The one that was meant to be given to the girl he loved. Instead, someone stole it for him when he had left his uniform in class for PE class.

It was the third time that week, but he had gradually accepted it because he didn't know who was responsible. He kept reminding himself that school would be over in a week. He could bear with it, right? So he arrived at school, greeted everyone with his usual cheerful smile, and sat down. Resigned that he would be without a button for one more day.

Or so he thought. In his underbench was a rosy cloth tissue, with a brand-new button inside and a small note saying: Take care of yourself.

The gesture made him smile immensely and soothed his troubled soul. Who on earth could it have been? Who on earth could have noticed what had happened to him?

And as his curiosity increased, so did your beats as you watched him bask in the happiness of having found your gift for him. Indeed, you had long noticed how much he was a victim of others' exploitation. 

And once, after you had asked him who his love was - referring to the missing button - he had told you that someone had even taken the button off his uniform.

Since then you began to feel closer to that boy, who appeared perfect and cheerful from a distance. And you had decided to help him secretly and from a distance.  And you realized that was great; seeing him happy after finding the button had already brightened your day.

The day had gone by swiftly, and you had exchanged a few words with him as usual. He had been gentle as always and proudly wore the button given to him.

The daily hour of PE arrived, and for the fourth time, his button was stolen.

This time it hurt him a bit more because it was a gift; you could see a blank expression on his face, a dull grin, and a suppressed anger with clenched teeth. That day he returned home earlier than everyone.

But the next day - the last day of school - you put for the second time a button on a pink tissue for him. “I am on your side; take care of yourself!” That was the new note you'd left on his desk.

As soon as he saw it, he hurried back to the school tailor's class and sewed it tightly to his uniform with a needle and thread.

Because it was the last day of school, you were both happy with the end of the tests, and your day went well until the last hour. You did not do PE, so you stayed in class and napped on your desk. 

You did it to rest but also tried to catch the button thief in the act. It had been a few minutes since you heard the classroom door open and saw who had come. You quickly took a picture, scaring the thief away, but the robbery had already happened, and the button was missing again. Anger welled up in your veins after Joshua's button was stolen for the umpteenth time.

Without thinking about it, you pulled off the first button on your uniform, and with the sewing kit you always carried with you, you put it on his uniform. 

Just in time for when your classmates returned to class.

You knew it was a button from the girl's uniform, but you hoped that he would not pay too much attention to it. And so it seemed, for he had said nothing and had only put his uniform back on.

So high school had ended, and you were heading home free of stress and negative feelings. When you heard someone call out your name. 

You stopped and turned around; it was Joshua. He was running toward you waving his hand. "There's something I want to give you." He told you as he caught his breath after catching up with you.

"I think you know the legend of the button given to the loved one - and you nodded as your heart rate grew, was this what you thought was going on? - Here. Here it is the button as an act of my love and gratitude for your kindness, which quietly brightened my day."

With that said, he approached your face and very carefully began stitching up the missing button on your uniform with one of his own.

On a pleasant summer day, you two confessed your love with a button exchange, hand in hand, and excitement in your heart.

[hrts4hanniehae]

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[d-noona]

Editing skills at a 100% 😂😂😂

[chatdepan]

This song is literally what inspired my new fic so ofcourse i have to post it here... i like to think Y/N and seungcheol were able to talk (eventually) and understand eachothers pov abt the breakup. Joshua def doesnt like Cheol for a while tho (sry Cheol its just what besties do).

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[cxffecoupx]

sundays

choi seungcheol x reader pure fluff, very domestic allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest with scoups wc: 995 warnings: mentions of food author's notes: first request from the prompt list. thank you so much anon! most of the feelings i wrote this with comes from all the stress last week, so this was pretty healing for me to write. also i tried a different style in this, not sure i liked it at first, but do lemme know what you guys think. also, i love domestic, boyfriend seungcheol, if it wasnt already obvious.

saturday; 8:26 p.m.

the soft vibrations startle you in the quiet hum of the library. people look towards you, some annoyed, some with no particular expression on their faces. dead inside.

somewhat like you.

you mutter apologies as you rush out with your phone. seungcheol's name lights up the screen. you pick up the call.

"hey baby."

"hey, cheollie."

"have you eaten yet?"

"no; i still have a little to finish the chapter. so maybe after that..."

"baby..." you swear you could see the pout on his face when you hear his voice. "how many times have i asked you not to starve yourself?"

"cheol, i'm not starving, i promise to eat after this chapter."

"you want me to order something for you?"

"no no, i'm good. i'll grab something from the cafe. i gotta go, i'll call you when i reach room, okay?"

after a hum, you end the call and go back to your table.

-----

saturday; 11:52 p.m.

you were writing notes - two three textbooks open on the desk, along with your laptop, and notebook on your lap, your pen tucked above your lips as you ponder something. the weighted blanket covers the chair and your figure, and although sleep is fluttering in your eyes, the thought of having to physically get up and out of this cozy comfortable cocoon makes you wanna sleep in the chair itself.

your phone buzzes with a text, making you groan because you'd have to pull yourself out of the position you're currently in. you do it anyways, and see that seungcheol had sent you a text.

big baby🍒: you up for a walk? me: i have to study me: :( big baby🍒: who are you kidding? big baby🍒: we both know youre falling asleep rn me: >:( me: but you make a good point me: when are you leaving? i'll get ready big baby🍒: already in front of your door

you get ready quickly and open the door to find seungcheol waiting out, cheeks red and lips shivering. you smile as you pull his face to yours to kiss his lips, mumbling a weak excuse that it's to warm them up. he wraps his scarf round your neck and interlinks your hands as you head for the walk.

when you return an hour later, it's with much reluctance that seungcheol says he should leave. but then he pouts every half minute after muttering his decision.

"do you wanna stay over tonight?" you offer, knowing fully well he would never reject. he doesnt even hear the whole question before he's kicking off his shoes and entering your room. you head over to your wardrobe to take out some of his clothes he'd left behind at various points of your relationship and bring it to him. when he's done freshening up, he comes out to see you settling back into your cocoon, head deep in the books. he decides to keep company as he lays on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

-----

sunday; 2:57 p.m.

seungcheol had fallen asleep some multiple times in between keeping you silent company, but when he wakes up now, he's full awake and shocked to see you still sitting at your desk, now with some snack packets littering around. he decides to walk over and call you to bed, but that's when he notices that your eyes are half-closed and your head hanging in a way that makes him wince. drool almost makes its way down your chin before he takes a tissue and wipes it off. he gently nudges you awake.

"yn, baby. you need to get to bed. come on now."

he's honestly surprised when you easily comply, maybe because of your half-asleep state, because usually you'd reject and sit for some time more. the walk that he'd planned to tire you out had worked, he thinks to himself, as he supports your asleep body to your bed and lays you down, tucking you in the soft, weighted blanket - your favourite - before settling in beside you.

as he drifts back to sleep, he hears you murmur to him.

"seungie, wake me up early tomorrow, okay?"

it's only after he reassures you that he will that you finally wrap your arms around his torso and settle into the warmth of his chest before falling asleep.

-----

sunday; 11:17 a.m.

seungcheol is awakened by you snuggling closer to him. it's way past the time he was asked to wake you up at, but he wouldn't dare wake you up when you seemed to sleep so peacefully. that too on an off day? he could never.

he takes his sweet time admiring your features during this moment of calm: your eyelids that are open in the slightest, the little sniffs with each breath you take because winters meant you're cold at every passing moment, the hair that fell out of the neat bun you made before going to bed, puffy cheeks that seem to move as you chew on something in your dream (he guesses). his urge to touch your face overpowers every other thought as he lightly traces his finger along the line of your brow. this seemed to have woken you up because you sigh before opening your eyes; the first thing you see in the morning being his handsome, bed-face that's smiling towards you.

a view you could never get tired of.

you press the lightest of kisses on his lips and turn to check your phone. panic seeps into your brain within a millisecond when you realize its way past your wake-up time. you sit up in a swift motion.

"cheol, i asked you to wake me up at 7!"

"relax baby, it's a sunday."

"but-"

before you could argue back, he sits up and places a smooch on your lips.

"no buts. you don't have to rush every time; it's alright to take breaks."

another kiss.

"good morning, baby. let's go make some pancakes."

[okiedokrie]

size kink go brr pt.2

Summary: cheol big, size kink go brr

Characters/Pairing: Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

AU/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 717

Warnings: very explicit smut, seungcheol nicknames: daddy, cheol, cheolie, yn nicknames: love/hun/honey, choking, size kink go brr, big dick!seungcheol, choking (2), fingering, lots of biting n sucking

Rating: 18+

A/N: the seungcheol brainrot is strong with this one

Your hands desperately cling to Seungcheol's shirt as you savor the drag of his fingers into your heat, breathy moans and whimpers leaving you as his long fingers plunge into your sopping, wet hole, over and over again. The loud squelching sound was embarrassing earlier in the night, but now it only serves to turn you on more.

Seungcheol's thick, and long fingers reach places inside you that you didn't think was possible, but then again, Seungcheol is always full of surprises.

"C-Cheolie, your fingers feel so good-!" You whimper out as you hide your face in his neck, a knot forming in your stomach as he keeps hitting that sweet, gummy spot in your heat.

Your moans get higher and higher in pitch as you get closer to the edge, just a bit more, only a little bit more until-

"Cheol! I'm cumming!" You yell as heat rushes up the back of your neck, the tight knot in your belly unraveling as you coat Seungcheol's fingers with your essence.

Seungcheol takes this moment to pull his fingers out of you, wrapping his lips around each digit as he savors your taste, he moans as your nectar coats his tongue.

He pushes you back onto the sheets, your head resting on the plush pillows as he strips, his bare skin reflecting the moonlight creating an almost holy halo around him, looking up from below, he really did look heavenly, but he was worshipping you.

He brushes your hair off your face, the look in his eyes was endearing, as if he was afraid he'd break you. You only smile as you lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, he lets out a chuckle through it, and a quiet whistle followed.

You hold onto Seungcheol's broad shoulders as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. He enters you slowly, and you gasp at his size, you're feeling slightly overwhelmed, but you take it nonetheless.

Just his size was enough to almost make you dizzy, he felt so good inside of you, he felt so big.

Seungcheol's large palms hold your hips, his warm grip grounds and comforts you, you relax in his embrace as he kisses the valley between your breasts, soft, wet kisses as he whispers reassurances into your skin.

"Shh, I got you, relax for me, honey. Daddy's here, my love." He tried to say calmly, but his shaking voice betrays him, it's obvious that he is holding back from completely ravaging you.

Once you relaxed, he started to thrust slowly, rhythmic and fulfilling strokes into you as you grip the sheets. You look up, the sight of Seungcheol's hair sticking to his forehead making you let out a moan. He looked so good above you.

"Daddy, you feel so good- so big-" So moan, throwing you head back. The drag of Seungcheol's giant cock making you dizzy, the stretch was bordering on painful, but god, you wanted more.

"Daddy- I want your hands on my neck, please-!" You beg, clenching around his dick, Seungcheol obliges by carefully wrapping his fingers around your neck, giving an experimental squeeze to the sides.

You gasp, nails digging into his forearms as you hold his chokehold in place. You move your own hips to meet his thrusts, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. You start to feel lightheaded, the lack of blood to your head sent a shiver of fear down to your core, impossibly making you hornier.

"Daddy, daddy I'm gonna cum-!" You gasp out as soon as he released his grip on your neck,

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? You're gonna cream all over this big cock?" Seungcheol eggs you on, his cocky tone combined with the expert rolls of his hips sending you over the edge.

Seungcheol grunts, almost painfully, his throbing cock buried in your hole, the angry red tip hitting your spongey spot, the overstimulation making you spill hot tears down the sides of your face.

Seungcheol starts to moan, the pleasure of your tight cunt gripping and milking him for his worth was too much, he spills his hot load into you, he came so much that your lower stomach started to bulge. All his cum was being fucked throughly into you.

[mirisss]

King of the Clouds

wordcount ≈ 1.9k

warnings: slight mention of violence, nausea, blindness, Jeonghan and Joshua pulling a bad prank on some people, I think that’s it

pairing: God of the Sky! Seungcheol (S.coups) x gn! fairy! reader

Inspired by the new comeback 

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

Third person POV

The winds were harsh, the cold rain was pouring down, and lightning and thunder were booming around the sky. Someone must have angered one of the mighty gods. The weather was ruthless, anyone who stepped outside would be swept away by the wind and be drenched by the rain. The people of the Earthland wondered what could have angered the God of the sky, also known as the King of the clouds, so badly for them to receive his message of fury. The answer would only be known to the heavenly beings, the gods, the fairies, and the demons.  

Choi Seungcheol is the infamous God of the Sky or King of the Clouds, the highest-ranked god in this world. Though it was a difficult duty to be the King of the Clouds, Seungcheol quite enjoyed it. From a young age, the god had shown great potential both in power and knowledge so when he was crowned to be the leader of the gods, no one was surprised. His ancestors saw the way he helped his brothers with their assignments when they struggled and the way he cared for the fairies around the palace. The ancestors knew that all thirteen brothers were loved by their people, fairies, demons, and humans alike. But there was something about the way Seungcheol carried himself and the way he acted that proved to the ancestors that with him as the leader, everyone would be safe and happy. The greatest challenge for Seungcheol was managing his brothers, he loved them, they are very, very dear to him but sometimes they drive him crazy. Especially his brothers Jeonghan and Joshua, the mischievous twins, and the energetic trio that is Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Chan. Today, his favorite brothers were definitely Wonwoo, the god of knowledge for he was mostly unproblematic and calm, Jihoon, the god of melody for he was always busy overlooking the new and old melodies of the world, Minghao, the god of balance just as his duty implies, Minghao isn’t one to let chaos rain, and finally, Vernon, the god of Tranquility, the kid can be energetic and hard to manage if in the mood but many a time you will find him calmly sitting beside the chaos spacing out. Junhui, Seokmin, and Mingyu were all wildcards. Some days, they were calm and easy while other days they were a part of the endless chaos that livened up the palace. The reason behind his bad mood today, was, of course, the mischievous twins or rather one of them.  

“Jeonghan, what have you done to all the fairies?” Jeonghan looked up at his older brother with an innocent smile from his seat where he sat, drinking tea with his twin Joshua. “Whatever do you mean, brother? Has something happened to our dear fairies?” “Jeonghan, I know this is your doing, stop pretending to be innocent,” “How do you know it is my doing? It could just as well be Joshua, or why not Chan, he could have imitated our power just to mess with you,” Seungcheol sighed loudly, now glaring at the twins. Jeonghan and Joshua were a powerful duo, together they were the god of chaos one entity, and apart they are the two gods of light and darkness. Though it is not only their godly powers that make them a dreadful duo, it is their intelligence, they can find a way to win any game, going against them thinking you will win is something only a fool would do. “Since early this morning, Chan has been locked inside his room for imitating Minghao’s power and almost removing gravity from the Earthland, he’s grounded for a month unless he shows explicitly well behavior during the closest days, so I know it’s not his doing, that leaves the two of you, and I happen to know that Joshua was in a meeting with Junhui and Jihoon this morning, so that leaves, you” At the end of his little monologue, Seungcheol pointed directly at Jeonghan with a stern look. After performing his morning duties, Seungcheol emerged from the throne room to find that the fairies either had been blinded, were unable to stand from nausea, or were invisible. Cheol was extra worried about one particular fairy, his dear partner (Y/n). The fairy wasn’t the strongest nor the weakest, simply average, but their personality was what captivated Seungcheol. The fairy wasn’t afraid to help out anyone in need, if another fairy was feeling unwell, (Y/n) would tell them to rest and that they would carry out the sick fairy’s assignments for the day even if (Y/n) already had a lot on their plate. When Seungcheol had stepped out into the garden he found (Y/n) laying on the ground unconscious and he ran up to them to check what was wrong only to find a mark that revealed a spell had been cast on the fairy by someone welding the power of light and darkness leading him to now, confronting the two who could be the culprit. “Fine, I’m guilty but come on, no one was injured for real, it was just a little prank,” Jeonghan said as a smirk graced his lips. “(Y/n) is unconscious in the infirmary right now and Seokmin can’t seem to heal them, at least 10 other fairies are in the infirmary too waiting to be healed, because of this prank, all the assignments and duties of the fairies have not been finished, do you know how much work they do around here? If one fairy falls behind on their duties one day, it wouldn’t be noticeable but when all 300 fairies working at our palace fall behind we will definitely notice it. It means no food, no clean clothes, the flowers have not been cared for, the animals have not been fed, nothing has been cleaned, and so much more,” Seungcheol’s anger was rising with every second that passed, the clouds around the palace became thicker and darker, the winds picked up, and so the devilish weather began falling upon Earthland and spiraling around the Sky palace. Jeonghan and Joshua looked at each other with worried looks, just now realizing what this prank had resulted in. No one had seen Seungcheol this angry in decades, the King was usually good at dealing with his brother’s nonsense but today he was releasing the control of his emotions and letting his rage take over. He was seeing red, almost ready to actually hurt the twins, even though Jeonghan was the one who had cast the spell, Cheol knew that Joshua too had been a part of constructing the prank. Seungcheol’s eyes began changing color from a warm brown to a vibrant, fiery red, and a strong dark wind began whirling around him as he glared at the two gods who had now abandoned their tea, ready to try and protect themselves from their king’s rage. 

“Cheol!” The second Seungcheol heard the voice of his beloved partner the whirling storm around him disappeared and his eyes changed back to their warm and kind brown color. Cheol turned around to find a tired (Y/n) standing beside a panting Seokmin and a shocked Seungkwan. “(Y/n), you’re awake,” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing his partner standing on their own legs, once again awakened from the stupid prank. (Y/n) walked closer to him and Cheol did the same to meet them in the middle. “Yeah, Seokmin poured a lot of energy into healing me, he can barely stand on his now, he’s completely drained, yet he rushed out after me to find you once we realized that the storm was of your doing,” Seungcheol looked over to one his younger brothers, Seokmin, the god of healing. They were lucky to have him, more than once a day someone would end up with an injury or a sickness so having a powerful healer was quite beneficial. “Thank you, Seokmin, you’ve done a good job. Go rest, you need to regain your energy,” Seokmin lightly bowed before erupting in his usual bright smile. “No problem, my lord. I’ll see you later, the other fairies will recover after some rest, they will all be fine,” Seungcheol sent a nod his way before looking at Seungkwan. “Can I help you Boo?” “No, I just rushed out to see why you were fighting so seriously, I thought we might be under attack,” “I’m sorry for losing my temper, I hope I didn’t worry you too much. Could you seek out Mingyu and ask him if he is capable of throwing together some dinner for us and all the fairies?” “Of course,” Once Seungkwan had gone back into the palace, Cheol once again turned toward the twins with yet another stern look on his face. “The two of you will personally make sure that all of the fairies' duties are finished before sunrise tomorrow morning, without using your spells, I will have Wonwoo install the anti-spell charms on you, and after that, you will apologize to every single person who was affected by this idiotic prank of yours. You will also be on house arrest for the coming two weeks, meaning no spring festival for you,” “Cheol, no spring festival is too harsh, besides, they’re the gods of light, they’re kind of a big part of the festival, remember?” (Y/n) took a hold of Cheol’s hand to make him look at them as they tried to plead for Jeonghan and Joshua. “Fine, for the coming week, you shall assist the fairies in their daily duties if you wish to attend the spring festival,” Seungcheol rarely ever used his king voice, it was a voice he could use to make commands to his fellow gods and his followers that did not allow them to deny him. “Yes, my lord,” Jeonghan and Joshua answered in unison before bowing and then beginning to attend to the fairy duties. 

“Are you alright, my darling?” “Yes, my king. I am alright. The nausea just hit me quite hard so I ended up fainting and when I fainted I hit my head because of the fall but Seokmin healed me up completely so I have no remaining injuries,” “That’s good, I don’t know what I would do if you had been seriously hurt,” Seungcheol rested his head on his partner’s shoulder just breathing in their scent. “It’s okay Cheol. I’m alright, I will always be alright, as long as I have you,” (Y/n) lightly pushed Cheol away from them, enough to be able to lean in and kiss him. Seungcheol immediately kissed them back. The only thing that could always, without fail calm down the all-mighty King of the Clouds, was the delicate fairy who had since long stolen the king’s heart. 

[kozukensgf]

bf texts with scoups!

genre: smau, fluff

character: choi seungcheol

warning(s): angry seungcheol (not at you ofc)

note: anyone else missing scoups extra today? no? only me? ☹️

masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

rbs and likes are appreciated<333

[amazzwon]

MY GO-TO SEVENTEEN FICS

────⟢.ᐟ Choi Seungcheol (Scoups)

╰ Rough

smut, 2k

╰ warm hearts

fluff, 0.5k

╰ his arms

smut, 0.4k

╰ sapiosexual

smut

╰ Good Luck, Fermata Tower

firewatch au, smut, angst, fluff, 13.9k

╰ always only you

14.2k, smut, childhood friends to lovers

╰ Shiver Me Timbers!

pirate captain!seungcheol x siren!reader, fantasy au, smut, 3.0k

╰ Dancing Queen

smut, fluff, slight angst, disco club owner!choi seungcheol, performer!reader

╰ passenger princess(es)

fluff, established relationship, 0.8k

────⟢.ᐟ Yoon Jeonghan

╰ First Makeout Session

suggestive, minors do not interact

╰ my heart is beating for two

fluff, daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan, 1k

╰ Blueberries

smut, yoga instructor!Jeonghan, 2k

╰ Hate is a strong word

smut, angst, fluff, e2l, coworker au, 15k

╰ How many chances are too many chances?

angst, fluff, fwb, f2l, 14k

╰ Titty-Shirt!

pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader, theme park au, coworkers to lovers, e2l, smut, fluff, 13.2k

╰ every summertime

16.1k, 70s au, playing hard to get, smut

────⟢.ᐟ Hong Jisoo (Joshua)

╰ City lights Series

smut, rocksinger!joshua, neighbours with benefits, angst, fluff, 75.4k

╰ NBA player

smut, 0.8k

╰ cranberry concoctions

bartender!joshua, smut, a little angst & a little fluff, 1920s prohibition au, speakeasy au, 4.6k

╰ leaning on the everlasting arms

childhood best friend! pastor's son!joshua x f reader, angst, smut, some fluff, bible college au, 10.3k

╰ Curse The Stars

Salesman!Joshua x Starlet Afab!Reader, Smut, fluff, strangers to lovers, fwb to lovers, 1970s Hollywood au, pwp, 8.4k

────⟢.ᐟ Moon Junhui (Jun)

╰ Christmas with his family

fluff, comfort, (slight) angst, 0.5k

╰ Do Re Mi

smut, fluff, 4k, wife!reader, husband!jun

────⟢.ᐟ Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi)

╰ charity f*ck

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╰ Leather

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╰ driving lessons for dummies

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────⟢.ᐟ Lee Jihoon (Woozi)

╰ Somewhere In The Middle

9.7k, romance, smut, best friends, fwb to lovers, hurt, comfort

────⟢.ᐟ Jeon Wonwoo

╰ [12:01 AM]

fluff, 0.2k

╰ First Snow

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╰ no such thing as too perfect

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╰ wonwoo falling in love for the first time

fluff, 0.8k

╰ April Shower

12.0k, romance, meet cute, smut, love at first sight

╰ Mine, all mine

4k, boyfriend’s dad au, smut

────⟢.ᐟ Lee Seokmin (DK)

╰ Backstage series

romance, smut, theatre performer!seokmin, fake dating with benefits, 43.6k

╰ Teach Me

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╰ I ❤️ DILFS / GOOD GIRL

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╰ Patterns

smut, eventual fluff, angst, 10k

────⟢.ᐟ Xu Minghao (The8)

╰ (Not Titled)

fluff, humour

╰ i should’ve never let you go

exes!au, angst, comfort, 2.5k

╰ Flashing lights

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╰ the letter

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────⟢.ᐟ Kim Mingyu

╰ titty obsessed! mingyu

smut

╰ i’ll marry you with paper rings

smut, fluff, angst, 28.3k

╰ kisses to his moles

fluff, 0.8k

╰ Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes)

fluff, suggestive, 1k

╰ [10:23 PM]

fluff, 170

────⟢.ᐟ Boo Seungkwan

╰ honey

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────⟢.ᐟ Chwe Hansol (Vernon)

╰ Friends with Benefits

fwb setting, suggestive

╰ DO YOU DREAM OF ME?

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╰ [16:23 PM]

fluff, childhood friends to ?, 0.3k

╰ Birch Trees & Fear Street

smut, fluff, 1.7k

╰ sweet kiss

fluff, strangers ish to lovers

╰ BEAUTIFUL

fluff, strangers to lovers

╰ Music festival

drabble, fluff

╰ operation: hot girl summer

smut, fluff, humor, summer romance au, best friends to lovers, 4k

────⟢.ᐟ Lee Chan (Dino)

╰ As It Was

Ghost!Chan, Human!Reader, Romance, Angst, Smut, Historical/Fantasy Themes, Reunited Lovers, 9.1k

╰ Goodbye, Fourth of July

college au, best friends to lovers, angst w a happy ending, smut

╰ Love Guard

Lifeguard!Lee Chan x Lifeguard! Fem Reader, 9.2k, Fluff, E2L (One sided)

╰ distraction, a fatal attraction

strangers to lovers, college au, fluff, 7k

╰ In Case You Didn’t Know

Fluff, romance, smut, a little angst, Brother’s best friend au, roommates au, 90s au, 28.8k

[seuonji]

彡 are they dating? —times your relationship was almost revealed / time you both got caught.

๑ idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! no storyline, just fun.

—yn is a hybe artist!!

★my bestie that proofreads my writings gave me the wonwoo scenario <333

one ๑ two ๑ three ๑ four ๑ five ๑ six ๑ seven #mlist

laying down with jun/soonyoung/seokmin/mingyu on his bed and taking selfies using instagram for the filters until he drops his phone and accidentally clicks on the add to story button— you both screamed until one of you deletes it or turned off the wifi so it wouldn’t post but you guys knew how persistent your fans were, you didn’t know if deleting it was good enough. he would probably say, “should i just delete my account?”

when your group won an award at an award show, during your comment the camera briefly pointed at jeonghan/wonwoo/jihoon’s face which showed his sweetest and softest smile. that picture went viral the next hour. anon: “i want someone to look at me the way he looked at yn when they won an award.” / “he wouldn’t just look at them like that for no reason they have to know each other more deeply right!?.”

passing by the seventeen practice room where seungcheol/jeonghan/minghao’s was practicing alone. he recognises your figure even though the door was translucent. he practically ran outside and looked if they coast was clear before giving you a hug. little did you guys know the one or some of your fellow hybe artists from another group was walking around that floor— they instantly said they wouldn’t tell anyone but would also be in shock and would take awhile to process what they just saw.

after an afternoon of hanging with joshua during your short break in one of the rooms in the building, you had a schedule to go live when you got back to your designated room. you soon left and looked in the mirror to make sure everything was okay and you met up with the staff then went live. you enjoyed reading the comments and answered some until you saw a specific comment. anon: yn! your necklace is so cute! where did you get it?

you mentally froze for 3 seconds and looked at yourself in the screen. you touched your neck and saw that you were wearing the necklace joshua gave you literally 30 minutes ago. you nervously laughed and said that you recently got into the activity of making jewellery and that you were testing its durability. “do you guys want one?” you smiled at your viewers. you got comments that were constantly mentioning joshua— anon: “you’re like joshua!” // “joshua from svt also makes them!!“ �� but the really annoying ones would tell you you’re copying him.

during a live, a fan pointed out that wonwoo was wearing more jewellery recently. “sort of, but it’s mostly rings,” wonwoo says as he placed the back of his hand infront of the screen to showcase his rings. later on in the live he started giving the origins of each ring, “this was from a recent trip, this one is from mingyu…”

he got to a simple silver ring and he held back a grin, “this one is a typical ring but i like it a lot.” he showed the rings once again. he faced his palm to the camera but realised, on the simple silver ring, your name was engraved onto it and it was legible. he mostly had it turned inwards for reasons like this tho. he quickly took his hand away from the camera and read other comments to change the topic— the fandom became super curious, they noticed there was some writing on the ring. it was the same curiousity as to when scoups was revealed to have a tattoo.

[yyawnjun]

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ot13 seventeen x reader

a.n. helloo everyone, how are you? First time writing for svt and CARATS I am here for you!! Also I promise I will try to be more active on these days

Let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

summary: They as kind of apparently unreachable crushes - some of them are based on my experience but I am pretty sure you could relate too. Often that handsome guy, we only saw once and will probably never see again, that pretty barista, that airport guy....

1.9k wc ; fluff !! ; lil scenario for everyone ; kinda hope y'all can relate my delusional thoughts ; oh and tell me who is ur svt bias that I might start writing more for them <3

~ S.COUPS [에스.쿱스] ~ the airport crush

THE impossible crush for THE leader.

He would be that cool guy who sits in front of you while you wait for the plane, dressed entirely in black, probably wearing a mask and a hat as well. His gaze wanders as he looks around or scrolls on his phone with headphones on.

THE MOMENT when your eyes lock, and only you can see his eyes smiling. No matter if you keep that one eye contact, I'm sure that will happen again.

He might even make an unconscious attempt to get your attention by putting away his mask or moving his hair after putting away his hat to show how attractive he is… Perhaps it's the same for both of you when he nods his head or waves goodbye with his hand as soon as you have to take the plain. Your joy after that eye contact will keep you two awake during the entire journey, wondering if you will meet him again.

~ DINO [디노] ~ the charming waiter

c'mon ik you get me. You are in your favorite cafè and your order is taken by that one charming waiter who is softly smiling and with stunning eyes.

Even though it's your first time meeting him he already caught your attention, even only for how he acts or how he nods and grins while writing down your order (yes, I am aware of how much delusional I am).

Black and white plain clothing, messy hair, and once more, A COMFORTING AND SWEET SMILE. The urge to keep eye contact with him while he is working and serving other tables is clear to everyone.

And I bet he's the kind of guy who would come to your table and make jokes once he felt comfortable around you. Rather than making you feel uncomfortable, he asks about your order how you are doing, or if you will return

..lockey hoping for a yes.

~ DK [도겸] ~ the beach boy

Let me explain. I can't picture him out with no other expressions but SMILING. His big smile, using literally all of the muscles on his face.

On a sunny summer day, DK is on the beach with his friends, and they are all seated in a circle, laughing and enjoying some food.

Then there comes the instant when your eyes lock when his mouth smile slowly disappears and his eyes light up.

A few seconds passed when the two of you first laid eyes on each other, yet it felt like hours. Then, I can picture DK's friends slowly turning around to look at you, as well as your friends, as they begin to move their hands in front of DK's face.

as if to save from the enchantment.

~ THE8 [디에잇] ~ the motorbike's guy

I know it's just a moment but I swear that it is harder than you imagine to forget.

Imagine a young man on a motorcycle who is stopped at a stop sign after slowing down, wearing a dark helmet that matches the color of his eyes and has a clear visor(?), that turns around to look at you. Only a few people were running in the rain, and there weren't many cars in the area.

So you are still watching him watching you as you are under your umbrella. Your eyes locked for less than a second. There were no smiles or any facial gestures.

Under his helmet, he had deep eyes and a charming and veiled smile.

Who knows if he will ever forget that one-eye-staring contact challenge with those eyes of yours?

~ VERNON [버논] ~ the boy in the rain

I can absolutely imagine him forgetting his umbrella every time. Or perhaps it should not have been raining that day, but it was, and you two ended up stuck under a random awning.

His very presence was enough to make you a little nervous—he made no eye contact nor conversation. It occasionally happens that you gaze at his wet jacket or hair and vice versa, you feel his eyes on you one or twice.

But it wasn't a scary presence; quite the contrary. The young man's eyes were partially closed as he moved his feet to the beat of either made-up music or perhaps the sound of raindrops. And with a simple "bye," you wish that curious guy farewell who was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost failed to notice that it had stopped raining.

~ WOOZI [우지] ~ the idol

Imagine him in a cafe or a library alone, a little while after his debut. Probably writing music or just relaxing on his own.

So you are as well there. Both of you are completely immersed in your work, not paying attention to what you have around you.

As time goes on, you start to become distracted or grow tired and start to look around. You smile as you turn your attention to the boy who is working hard.

Oh, it's time to go! After packing up your things, you see him doing the same. You both proceed to the exit when you unintentionally run into each other. He is the kind of guy that would instantly assist you in gathering your belongings and yourself as well. 

You both say thanks and then part ways before leaving.

Imagine learning who he is only later because he is now a famous idol.. who knows if he wrote something about you on the paper he was working on that day…

~ JEONGHAN [정한] ~ the hallway's boy

I am sure that everyone would have a crush on him if they saw him walking around the school. He is the prettiest boy I have ever seen fr !!

He's beautiful and he knows it…and loves playing with this.

Each time your eyes contact, he maintains the expression and smirks a little. After a few days, and much better if you were in the same classes, he would start saying hello to you all the time.

He would know your name too if you were in the same classes with him or even in the same project group. After that, he will be the one screaming out your name, expecting that you will turn around and look at him as you always do.

So now you won't be the only one who constantly glances at someone

~ MINGYU [민규] ~ your traveling companion

This one is really specific I think.

I thought about that one comforting person that you always see while coming back home or going to school/work every morning.

At first, there are no conversations or greetings. At first, you won't even notice, but eventually you both will. As you begin to feel a little more comfortable, even sit near to each other!

So you become friends when you realize that you've begun to worry when he's not there, or when he's late. Greeting one another and possibly having a brief conversation or trading phone numbers or Instagram!!

The best part is still when he introduces you to one of his friends and it's obvious that the friend knows exactly who you are (YES HE TOLD THEM ABOUT YOU).  

~ JOSHUA [조슈아] ~ the sporty guy

Someone becomes immediately more attractive if they are passionate about their sport. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

He's not just interested in sports; he excels in them as well. He is the athletic student in the class and he's a gentleman, so… Imagine, during class, going for a run together. I think he's competitive yes, but not the type who is obsessed with winning, so I think he would not mind if you two slowed down or stopped whenever you needed to.

He would be the one encouraging you as you tried your best to avoid passing out while jogging for PE, or he would be the one you are staring at while he is competing; the one who appears to look good under the sun and would definitely smile or wink at you if your eyes happened to meet.

~ SEUGKWAN [승관] ~ the saver

Let's talk about how embarrassing it is to ask for directions when you are completely lost…It happened to me a few days ago in my hometown…

I pictured you having to find a building for a class but it's raining and you have no idea where to go. Seugkwan could be that comforting companion who feels just as lost as you, in my opinion. And it's comforting exactly because you're not lost alone; he's with you.

So you two end up together while searching for where to go.

He would ask a worker there for directions while laughing at the bizarre circumstance and lightening the atmosphere. After finding this out, you would walk together and sit next to each other for the rest of the lesson(s)…

~ HOSHI [호시] ~ the concert's guy

the vibe of a concert. immaculate. And it's even better when you really like the singer or the group because you get to meet all those amazing people who have the same passions as you!

Imagine seeing this boy, alone, waiting in line, looking so gorgeous and dressed up for the concert. Literally, the image of the beauty, with an outfit - maybe a crop top with baggy jeans - matched his makeup. So charming that is impossible to stop looking at him

AND SAME FOR U- While your eyes continue to lock and you smile, you are dying inside from happiness. Hoshi might even approach you to compliment you on how lovely you are and ask you how you feel about the concert,

Oh and Imagine singing along with him to your favorite song without caring about anything else.

~ JUN [준] ~ the friend of a friend

Okay, hear me out. That one moment when a friend of a friend that you have met just like one or two times does something kind and looks so attractive while doing it.

He is at the party where you and your friends are attending. only good moments and loud music; but you realize you need a break, so you choose to spend some time in the garden.

Worrying that you were not feeling well he would go out too, bringing some water for you. He did not say much when he sat next to you and gave you a glass of water. Perhaps at first, there was awkward quiet, but soon you two started talking soothingly about nothing that serious but still comforting.

~ WONWOO [원우] ~ the arcade's boy

I immediately thought about him as the arcade crush. Imagine you and your friends at the arcade having to split up into teams or pairs, and you are missing your partner.

Or imagine being in an amusement park and finding yourself alone in a Ferris wheel, roller coaster, or horror house (perhaps precisely as you wanted!). Then, BOOM, he sits next to you. It could be because there were no more places left…right?

He would be that cool guy who would play with you - you probably would have to make the first move tho…

or you might just be mesmerized by how amazing he is as he plays alone. He might feel the pressure of your gaze, but he wouldn't really mind—or maybe he would even kind of like it;)

[ode2cheol]

i want to spend this whole night with you ..

doctor!seungcheol x reader 4.3k words, fluff, minor angst, some jealousy, reader has a broken ankle, this is probably incredibly inaccurate.. based off the one week i spent doing work experience at a hospital, part of waves will take us far away series !

when you’d managed to wind up in the hospital for breaking your arm you were dreading it more than anything, that is until you were assigned to the young doctor who found you too pretty to ignore.

“mom i told you it’s fine. it’s probably just a little sprain it’s been worse before” there was honestly no point in trying to reason with your mother over the phone like this, you know she’d never give in.

you had to admit it did warm your heart hearing the concern in your mother’s voice, but not enough to convince you to head to the hospital. yes, your ankle felt like it was two minutes away from practically falling off of your limbs but you would’ve rather that than spend the next week in the hospital and the next few months having to go to regular check-ups.

“honey, nothing is going to happen to you at the hospital, please stop being paranoid. look, if you leave it any longer your it’ll probably get worse, you’re better off getting it done with now”

she had a point. if you put this off you might wind up having to stay there even longer. a deep breath escaped you as you nodded to yourself, “alright sure i’ll head to the hospital then”

limping as you got out of the taxi and through the hospital doors, you cringed at both the pain and the chemical scent of artificial fragrances hitting your nose. you rubbed the hand sanitizer into your hand while you both stood in a queue for the receptionist desk. two minutes and you already want to go home. great.

“yes, how can i help you?” the receptionist smiled at you, fingers already getting ready to search your name in the system.

“uh hi i booked an appointment for a sprained ankle” you told her handing over your ID.

the receptionist scanned it for a few seconds, the quick clicking of the keys catching you a little off guard. after you’d confirmed the details for her she handed you a small note with the room and doctor name.

you limped walked down the hospital wards, wincing while you searched for the room you were supposed to be in. the hospital was a lot busier today- at least compared to the last time you visited. to be fair that was at least two years ago so you wouldn’t know if this was considered busy anymore.

double checking the room number, you knocked the door pushing it open when, you’re assuming, dr lee let you in. he gave you a cheerful smile, motioning you to the seat while he took his own behind the computer.

“hi miss yn, you said you were here for a sprained ankle?” he waited for your nod, “no problem we just need to run a few tests to see how bad it is, if you’re fine you can be on your way within the hour”

the thought immediately lifted your mood. you spent the next few minutes going through the tests with dr lee, wincing whenever he touched a certain part of your ankle, feeling bad whenever he apologised profusely. he looked confused for a few seconds, checking back on the notes he was given on you, “miss, i’m afraid this isn’t a sprained ankle. from the looks of it i think it may be fractured, we’re going to have to run an x-ray”

he left the room for a few minutes to get everything for the x-ray ready, giving you a few minutes to wallow in your self pity. ‘great it just had to be fractured. walking around on it couldn’t have helped either..’

when dr lee returned he returned with someone else. you scanned his jacket for a name tag eyes relaxing as they set on the ‘dr choi’ in all caps.

‘dr choi’ smiled widely at you before shaking your hand, “hi i’m dr choi, unfortunately dr lee is being called in for something else so i’ll be taking over your x-ray if that’s fine with you?”

oh it was definitely fine with you.

you nodded, turning your head so you could focus on the clock rather than dr choi’s far too perfect face.

the x-rays technically went pretty quick but getting them done felt like hours. dr choi and his stupid too handsome face- “yn? yn you there?” your eyes went wide when you saw dr choi’s face only a few inches away from your own, apparently he’d been trying to get your attention for 30 seconds.

“you’ll have to wait about a half hour until the results come through so for now how about you just keep that ankle raised, alright? i’ll be here finishing your paperwork so if anything starts hurting a lot out of nowhere let me know. oh and i might need to be asking you a few questions too”

“oh that’s fine and thank you” you nodded as he smiled at you, wheeling his chair to the computer and loading up your file. the room was silent for a few minutes so you took it as an opportunity to text back your mom, assuring her everything was fine and that the doctor wouldn’t have to amputate your leg.

“so you thought it was a sprain?” dr choi’s deep voice cut through the silence making you sit up slightly as you answered him.

“oh yeah. it was pretty swollen and when i’d read up on it all i saw was that swelling was usually a sign of a sprain, thought it wasn’t too big a deal” you shrugged your shoulders. you saw an expression flick on seungcheol’s face for a split second; he looked- annoyed?

“if something like this happens again yn please don’t wait until the end to come here” he looked so serious. after seeing his intimidating stare, you wouldn’t have been able to say no if you wanted to.

“you sure you just don’t want to see me more often, dr choi?” you teased in hopes it would lighten the mood. as soon as the words left your mouth though you regretted it- what if you’d crossed a line? surely a doctor doesn’t want to flirt with a patient.

much to your surprise however, the young doctor only shot you a smile before speaking “since we’re probably going to be seeing each other often why don’t you just get used to calling me seungcheol?”

heat rose to your cheeks, dr choi- seungcheol, never wiping the grin off of his face. he only turned back to the computer after you nodded.

“how did you manage to do that to it anyway?” it took you a few seconds to register his question was referring to your ankle but you couldn’t stop yourself growing embarrassed when dwelling back on the memory.

“i uh..” you trailed off, looking to the side. why were you so nervous? you’d easily told anyone else so why were you embarrassed telling seungcheol. “just a little accident, i fell trying to reach something”

seungcheol looked at you unamused and you’d wished you had told him something else, now you just look like an idiot in front of him.

“when did that happen exactly?”

“uh about a week ago? something like that”

“you just walked on your ankle normally for a week?” you looked flustered at his tone, “well no wonder it ended up getting worse. if something like that happens yn you should at least book an appointment with your doctor if you don’t want to head here”

the way he talked to you, it sounded he was so caring. suppose that’s what you need as a doctor. still, even if it was part of his job, you couldn’t help the way he made your heart beat a little faster and cheeks grow a little warmer.

“sorry. the hospital just intimidates me so i guess i was just hoping even if it was a little sprain it’ll heal on its own as long as i don’t put too much pressure on it”

seungcheol nodded at your words, getting something from the desk before turning back to the computer. you could see now that he had a pair of glasses resting on his nose bridge, you hate to admit it but it made him look even cuter than before.

“oh you need glasses?” why did you ask him that? that’s such a stupid thing to ask.

“hm? oh these? nah they’re just blue light glasses” he said with a small smile, continuing his work.

you’d spent the rest of the half hour scrolling on your phone and texting your friends about where you were. your friend jeonghan promising you a bouquet of flowers from the shop when he comes to visit you. you didn’t mention the cute doctor you had that you definitely did not have a crush on. it was just attraction, that’s totally normal.

“oh your x-ray results are back” seungcheol told you, picking it up from the printer and wheeling his chair over to the bed you were on. “alright so it’s definitely a fracture and luckily for you, it’s not too serious. as you can see there only one bone cracked which means you most likely won’t be needing surgery. but considering how reckless you are, we’ll be giving you a cast and i’ll check to see if you can approved for crutches too”

despite all this information there was only one thing you really wanted to know. “so when can i go home?”

seungcheol let out a sigh, “after we get the cast on you and get the okay for the crutches. i’ll send the request in now should take about an hour or two, alright?”

“yeah that’s fine”

it’d been about twenty minutes since you’d gotten the cast on and you can already feel it start to annoy you. this was going to make your life hell for the next- wait how long do you have to wear this thing?

you looked over to seungcheol who was still busy at work, you really did not want to bother him. but then again he did say that you could ask him anything and it’d be fine.

“hey seungcheol?” he turned his head toward you humming, “i was just wondering how long i need to keep this thing on for”

he turned his body completely toward you, “there’s no guaranteed date, usually it takes around 6-8 weeks to heal on its own but it depends on everyone’s own body and how well you take care of it” a teasing lilt in his voice as he told you the last part.

“very funny” you jokingly rolled you eyes at him.

“it’s not my fault you couldn’t take care of yourself” he chuckled, spinning his chair around to continue sorting through his files.

eventually you could feel yourself growing more and more tired and before you knew it, you were out cold.

when you woke up there was a blanket covering your frame, the room being illuminated by the small desk lamp and seungcheol’s computer. you groaned a little, stretching your limbs as you rose from your nap. just how long had you been sleeping?

seungcheol heard you and realised you’d woken up, he stood and walked toward you. “sleep well?”

you laughed a little, “yeah i did, what time is it by the way my phones dead” you told him waving your phone that had the red battery sign on it.

“pass it to me, i have a charger you can use it. also it’s uhhh” he looked over at his watch, “just a little past midnight”

“midnight? oh wow how long was that nap” you laughed lightly. “alright well i should get going then”

“do you have a ride?” seungcheol eyed you cautiously.

“after my phone’s done charging i can call jeonghan he usually stays up late” you said more to yourself then to seungcheol.

“yoon jeonghan?”

“yeah.. you know him too?”

seungcheol cleared his throat, “we met a couple months ago. he’s a florist right? we usually get a lot of bouquets from his shop and he’ll sometimes stick around after delivering them. i can call him for you if you don’t wanna wait for your phone to finish charging”

you nodded and mumbled a ‘thanks’ when he handed you his phone. on the fourth ring jeonghan picked up.

“hello? seungcheol you’re up at this hour? usually you’re in bed at 10pm sharp” you heard your friend on the other side of the call.

“jeonghan it’s me”

“yn? what’ve you got seungcheol’s phone for? are you two..?” he trailed off at the end and you knew exactly what he was implying.

“no you idiot. my phones dead and i’m still at the hospital, think you can come pick me up?”

“oh yeah sure. you feeling any better?”

“yeah thanks, text either of us when you’re here okay? bye” you pressed the red hang up sign, handing the phone back to seungcheol.

ten minutes later, jeonghan had texted you that he was waiting outside, reception wouldn’t let him in at this hour. with seungcheol’s help you got to the parking lot, jeonghan parking closest to the entrance so that you wouldn’t have to walk too much.

“i’ll see you again in a week” seungcheol waved you off with a smile.

“see you later, dr choi” you teased him.

when you were completely buckled up in jeonghan’s car and he’d finally left the hospital parking lot he finally asked you what he’d been dying to know for the last fifteen minutes.

“so you and cheol?” he asked you, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“he’s just my doctor calm down. i’m not going to try making a move on my doctor” you giggled, “he was pretty cool though.. i guess” you started out the window, trying to desperately fight back the smile when the thoughts of seungcheol flooded your mind.

“oh yeah you’re gone for him already” jeonghan laughed.

“it’s been a day! i couldn’t possibly like him that much after a few hours come on jeonghan i’m not that bad”

“i don’t know, i wouldn’t be so sure. i mean it’s not like you’re the only one who feels like that. cheol could’ve woken you up and went home but he didn’t. he worked overtime to make sure you were alright”

“okay now you’re just being crazy. he probably had his own work to do. what kind of guy would do that for some random person they met two hours before?” you scoffed, throwing him a questioning look.

he shrugged, “i’m just saying what i’ve observed”

you shook your head, remembering what seungcheol had told you, “wait why do you stick around the hospital so much? even after delivering the orders?”

“oh that..” jeonghan was.. blushing? you’ve known him since you were ten and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him blushing, “i’m uh.. friends with one of the surgeons. i usually stick around talking to her and then met cheol and shua. but enough about me what’d they say about your ankle?”

“hm? oh yeah they said it usually takes around 6 weeks to heal, maybe even two months. just gotta be careful with it now that it’s in the cast”

four weeks later you'd returned to the hospital for your checkup, an extra pip in your step despite the crutches. you’d been having regular weekly checkups with seungcheol ever since that day and you enjoy the time spent with him more than anything. the hospital was done up nicely today, decorations everywhere in time for valentine’s day.

your ankle was heeling up nicely, so you’ve been told. if it kept up how it was you’d definitely be out of the cast at the six week mark. when you reached seungcheol’s door you knocked on it a few times before he opened it for you with a smile.

“my favourite patient, how’ve you been? ankle not giving you any new trouble right?” he told you as he helped you up on the bed.

“i’ve been good thanks and no, it’s been the same” you returned his wide grin. it was a long shot but you were secretly hoping he’d do something for valentine’s day. you guys had spent the last few weeks subtly flirting and the chemistry between you both was undeniable.

the checkup went smoothly as usual and seungcheol assured you that you were on a steady path to being completely recovered. as you were about to leave you saw dr hong waiting outside the door, holding a.. bouquet of red roses? seungcheol let him in and took the roses from him.

“jeonghan just left these for you, said you ordered them?” dr hong told him, smiling at you.

“thanks shua” he sighed.

you didn’t want to invade his privacy but you couldn’t help the way that the ‘to you’ card just happened to be right in front of your face. you wished it wasn’t though after seeing who the flowers were really for.

you felt a knot forming in your throat and cleared your throat, “uh i’ll see you next week doctor” you smiled at him tight lipped, not waiting for his response before you headed out the door.

jeonghan was probably around and could’ve given you a ride but you don’t think you could last in a car ride with him. he was far too good at reading emotions and would he able to tell somethings up with you in a minute.

sighing, you opened up the app for an uber and waited in the hospital cafe until you got the notification it was here. the entire car ride you tried your hardest to not think about seungcheol and how sweet he was to you, and definitely not about how the flowers he bought were for someone else and not you.

it’d been a week since your last appointment with seungcheol, and a week after valentines. you felt so stupid and so disgusted at yourself. this entire time you’d been shamelessly flirting with someone who couldn’t want less to do with you. someone who already had a girlfriend that he was buying a bouquet of red roses for.

you had an appointment tomorrow and you weren’t sure how you were going to face seungcheol, it was way too embarrassing to even think about. sighing, you picked up your keys before deciding to go out on a walk. there was a spot you always came to whenever you felt like this. it was past a little public trail near a few fields, everything always felt so calm there.

the only problem was that getting there was usually difficult even when you didn’t have a cast on your leg. it was bound to be even worse now. regardless, you started walking down the trail anyway, trying your hardest to avoid stepping into the dips in the ground too harshly. however careful you were though, the path was too randomly uneven so you couldn’t avoid harshly coming down on one. and it just had to be on your injured leg.

a sharp pain shooting through your ankle as you winced in pain. you sat on some of the grass near the trail and tried keeping your leg as elevated as you could. even if you could get the pain to alleviate, you were still only halfway down the path and trying to go the full way was far too risky. sighing, you stood again to head back home instead, limping and wincing whenever your foot hit the ground a little hard.

eventually the pain was too much so you needed to take a break. even if you could get someone to pick you up, you’d still need to get through this trail to head back to where cars were able to drive anyway.

you stood again continuing your journey back until you heard someone call your name from behind. that can’t be..?

“yn! just because i said your ankle was healing well does not mean you can pull something like this! are you crazy?” seungcheol told you, trying his best to not get mad but you could still tell he was frustrated. “what were you even here for?”

“i just wanted to get to that field” you scoffed, “surprised you even care” you muttered the last part.

“excuse me?” seungcheol looked at you intently.

“whatever, i don’t need to explain myself to you”

“yn i’m your doctor-”

“not right now. right now you’re not working so you’re just choi seungcheol” you told him pointedly.

“yn why are you being like this? did something happen?” seungcheol told asked you hesitantly.

you put some distance between the two of you, “it’s not like i need to tell you any of this. we’re not friends and you’re not my boyfriend, so please do not pretend like you care” you hated how your voice cracked slightly, tears welling up in your eyes. “besides i don’t think your girlfriend would really appreciate this so it’s better i just leave”

before you could leave you felt a strong hand gripping your forearm bringing you back toward him, “what the hell are you talking about? what girlfriend?”

if you hadn’t seen the evidence yourself you would’ve believed him considering how convincing his confused face looks.

“yn listen to me, i don’t even have a girlfriend, if i did i would not have the spent the last month thinking of ways to ask you out after your ankle was fine”

“huh? but- but i saw it! that day- with the flowers! they said to-”

“yn those were for my brother..” he interrupted you, amusement pulling at his features.

“you’re asking out your brother?” you shouted.

“no you idiot! ew! let me explain. my brother needed to get his girlfriend flowers for valentines and i told him about jeonghan. so he asked me to pick them up for him” seungcheol laughed lightly, holding your shoulders so that you knew not to interrupt him halfway through.

“oh.. well- any normal person would assume you were getting those for your own girlfriend!” you pouted trying to turn away from his teasing smirk.

“i don’t really understand why you were jealous though.. hmm” he put his finger on his chin sarcastically. he knew exactly why but still wanted to tease you for it, “oh! unless you’re jealous”

you groaned, covering your face before seungcheol pried your hands away. his gaze on you was too much at once so you turned away attempting to walk away. you’d forgotten where you were though so your foot slipped hard on a whole in the ground again.

“shit- we need to get you back to the hospital. can’t let you walk this whole way though..” you saw seungcheol think about it for a few seconds before he knelt down on the ground in front on you, “get on my back, i’ll carry you back and then you’re headed straight to the hospital, i’ll drop you off”

“are you sure?”

“yes now hurry. can’t believe you were willing to break your leg over something as petty as this” he scoffed jokingly as he made sure you were secure on his back.

it took about twenty minutes to get to the hospital and after they ran all the tests it was decided it was best for you to stay overnight. this time you weren’t in seungcheol’s usual office but one in the emergency ward. you didn’t like this one bit.

when seungcheol walked in he smiled when he met your gaze, “hey, everything alright?”

“well all things considered it’s not too bad i guess” you said sarcastically drawing a laugh out of seungcheol.

“yeah well i didn’t ask you to make the injury worse, did i?”

you stayed quiet for a few seconds, “hey cheol, they won’t need to do a surgery right?”

seungcheol could see the nerves on your face and part of him felt so guilty for finding the pout on your face so cute.

“don’t worry about that pretty, you didn’t manage to break another bone, you just undid some of what was already healed. it’ll take a couple extra weeks to heal that’s it” he said, rubbing his hand over your head to provide comfort to your clearly distressed figure.

there was one more thing you needed to know“and about us-”

“do you really want me to confess to you in a stinky hospital room?” he laughed, “i had a whole plan in mind but now i gotta postpone it because little miss wants to have a broken leg decided she wants to stay in a cast even longer”

“alright, but if you’re making me wait longer it better be good” you tried threatening him, fighting back your giggles.

“get some rest yn, jeonghan said a couple of your friends are visiting tomorrow. sleep well, i’ll be here if you need anything”

during visiting hours the next day you saw seungcheol was right, your friends really did visit you; albeit your best friend was late because she got lost and had to have joshua escort her over.

“oh it feels so good to finally have that thing off” you sighed, “it felt so suffocating after a while i was starting to forget what my leg felt like”

“yeah well make sure you don’t wind up here again or else you might end up in something worse than a cast” seungcheol half heartedly scolded, “try twisting it around. if it feels alright take a couple steps so we can just be completely sure, yeah?”

you did as seungcheol asked more than glad to say everything felt fine and back to normal. you laughed happily, smiling at him when he said you were officially healed and wouldn’t need to keep the cast on.

you wanted to hug him but something stopped you, a twinge of excitement in your eyes when you cleared your throat ready to ask seungcheol, “so about that confession you promised me..”

he chuckled moving closer to you, both of you mirroring each other’s wide grins, “yn. would you like to have dinner with me tonight? i’ll tell you all about my feelings then”

“i would love to” you giggled, finally hugging him.