#choiseungcheol

[multi-enigmatic]

Cause of Death: Choi Seungcheol. Make sure this is properly documented on my death certificate, please!

Day 19✨

I.AM.DEAD.DIED.DECEASED.

[cherrybr4t]

seungcheol just needs a break from studying!

+18, MDNI!!

warnings: smut, profanities, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, cheol praises reader a lot in this, fem!reader, public sex, dni if uncomfy! college au kinda!

a/n: first!!!work!!!! hello tumblr carats, decided to come out of lurking, and get some writing done too 😈 hope ya’ll like it n pls feel free to comment/reblog and let me know what u think of it!!

“babydollll” the man clad in a wrinkled linen blue button up crouches down beside you, while you were typing away.

mid-season of the semester meant assignments piling up and you were determined to not leave your side of the library booth until you’ve numbed your fingers.

opting for selective hearing, you furrowed your eyebrows, typing faster to drag on your train of thoughts.

“ow!” you whisper-yelled when you felt a slight pinch on your thigh.

“what the hell was that for cheollie..” you self soothed and finally tuned your vision to your left, only to see your boyfriend biting his lips; holding in a chuckle.

“why did you ignore me the first time then,” he reached out and gave your nose a little tap, causing you to scrunch your nose; not getting used to it though cheol probably does it 20 times a day.

“i’m trying to maintain my tunnel vision babe, you know me” sticking your tongue out, returning to your keyboard, crackling some knuckles.

“all right wait, i need a break. and so do you, you’re coming with me to get some snacks — ah ah ah nope, not hearing it.” cheol grabs you by your shoulders, ushering you to get up, shooting down any excuses beforehand that he was expecting.

knowing how he is, you sighed before standing up, “i wasn’t gonna say anything..”

“right..” he smirked before finding your hand and interlocking them, leading you both towards..the hallway behind the level leading to the toilet..?

“wow babe new snack hot spot?” you snickered. without saying anything, he dragged you both into the old toilet, before locking the door behind you.

“hey. missed my babydoll.” he grabbed your face in his hands before peppering them in kisses, leaving the last to land on your lips, oh the cherry lips he loves so much. giggling, you wrapped your hands around his neck, interlocking them, “missed you too,” catching his lips again, kissing him back with more fervour.

“needed my hourly refill of my favourite snack, felt like i was dying; looking but not being able to taste” he mumbled against your lips, not wanting to break apart. “you’re so dramatic,” rolling your eyes playfully, you pulled his neck closer, urging him to continue making out. causing him to chuckle against your lips.

“mm babydoll.. fuck, love it when you roll your eyes at me, always needing me to turn my brat into my good girl..” stunned at the switch of demeanour, you gulped and licked your lips, stomach churning at his words.

“what’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” cheol ran his fingers across your lips, before sliding a finger into your mouth. licking around his fingers, you started sucking them lightly with eagerness in your eyes.

looking at you with hazy eyes and heavy eyelids, cheol slipped his finger out before reaching under your dress, immediately going for the nub under your thin underwear.

as if it was a button, activating something in you, you squirmed under his trap with your back against the wall, letting out a small whimper as he continued to draw lazy circles around your clit, slightly pushing your hips towards him.

“can never get enough of you, baby doll. even when i’m studying all i can think about is how pretty you looked in front of me, so focused.. so diligent my baby..” he leaned in, lips eager to ravage yours as he joined his index finger with his middle, slicking them with your juices, busy capturing your gasp and moans while he inserted his thick fingers into your soaking and warm cunt.

“just wanna make you feel good, you deserve it today don’t you babydoll? you deserve to cum all over my fingers, on my lips, especially while wrapped around my cock;”

“mm..mhmm fuckk” you dragged out a whine, nodding your head eagerly. “i do.. i do cheollie, that’s all i want”

“gonna fuck you so good all you can think about is me and my cock, that’s all your pretty head needs to be filled with right now princess,”

without wasting any time, he lifted up your dress before going down on his knees, pulling down your flimsy pink cloth. lips immediately finding your clit, he started by teasing with tiny licks, looking up at you while his tongue was playing with your nub. your reactions were all he needed, he could honestly come undone just looking at your face whenever he was pleasuring you.

taking it in his mouth harshly, he sucked on it and played with it with his tongue at the same time, while his fingers were still working hard massaging your warm and soft cunt, getting it ready to take him. your quickening heartbeat felt at the tip of his tongue transmitted straight into his cock, feeling it begging to be let out of restrain.

“fuuck cheollie, right there, i-i’m so close already” you leaned your head against the wall, exasperated moans leaving your lips. cheol knew just where to touch you, how to get you there quicker than anyone else could’ve.

determined to get your release on his lips asap, he increased his speed, both fingers and mouth working like crazy, letting out a groan when he saw the fucked up look painted all over your face.

“that’s it babydoll that’s it, can feel you clenching soo fucking tight. need you to come all over me right now,” the mumble of dirty words sent shivers down your back. “you can do that for me right? my pretty girl,” with his thumb moving to rub tight and fast circles around your clit, and his praises straight to your cunt, you felt the tight knot in ur lower abdomen breaking free as your release wash all over you in an instant.

“ahh fuck..i’m there i’m there babe..” you whined as the warm feeling flowed through your legs, shaking, with cheol holding you steady.

“so good for me babydoll, fuck…always so sweet, the best snack any day,” he cleaned up the juices with his tongue, before standing back up. looking at his red pouty lips covered in your essence, with the fucked out looked in his eyes, you needed him to be inside you asap.

pulling the zipper of his pants down, he reached down inside his boxers, pulling out his already hard and red length leaking with precum, “see what you do to me babydoll.. i almost came at the sight of you cumming on my mouth,” letting out a groan, he stroked his length while leaving kisses down your neck.

“you’re too addicting..think you can handle one more baby? need to feel you around me before i lose it,”

“yes cheol yes… please..need you in me now too.. i’m all yours to do whatever you wanna,” losing all inhibitions, completing forget where you were in the first place.

propping you up, he lined up his cock before sliding into you effortlessly. the gasps of relief and pleasure escaped both of you simultaneously.

“fuck baby.. my princess, made for me, made just for this cock. this is where you belong,” cheol tilts his head up lost in the feeling of being inside you, but not taking his eyes of you any second.

“feels so fucking perfect babydoll, you make me feel so complete,” the end of his sentence drags out in a small whine, with you dragging your nails along his biceps, moaning and clenching around him as you felt like the only girl in the world at his words, being handled so roughly yet gently at the same time.

“c-cheol…wanna come again.. can i come again?” you hiccuped mid sentence, needing so desperately for him to push you to the edge again. cheol groans, needing you to cream his cock asap, “come on baby, my good girl, rub yourself for me,” he takes your tits out of your bra, almost ripping your dress strap in the way.

rubbing your nipples with his rough fingertips, he presses and rubs circles, groping the flesh in the process. you rubbed your own clit faster at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed and so close to falling over the edge.

“cheol. baby, fuck i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum i,” the end of your sentence broke into cries as you came for the second time, clenching so hard around cheol as he feels your juices and walls sucking him in even more.

“fuuuuuck that’s it, my good fucking girl.” he continues pinching and playing with your tits as you came down from your high. “gonna make me cum right now,” he hastens his thrusts, eager to spill his load all inside you. within seconds, he grips a handful of your hair, biting down your neck and releases a hot thick load of cum inside you. letting out the hottest string of moans and groans straight to your neck.

you both stayed there for a hot minute as you both slowed down your breaths. he cupped your cheeks in his palm as he gazed at you lovingly, “i love you,” you scrunched up ur nose, “i love you more cheol,”

he slowly pulled out before hurrying to get some tissues, as well as some drenched in tap water to clean you up immediately, kissing your thighs in the process.

“you did so well for me princess, you always do.” you giggled and pulled him up to you, hands encircling around his neck, giving him a peck. “and you always treat me so good cheol, always”

hands tight around your waist, he snuggled again on the side of your neck, “let’s get some actual snacks before heading back babe.”

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[seventeentotheworld]

Found this video of Scoups in my camera roll

[ubescoups]

Run To You

Chapter One

January 2023.

Last semester in college. 

Elle’s seniors say it is the most pivotal semester for an accounting student. 

Make it or break it.

It doesn’t help that her mother has been vocal about her being a graduating student. She knows she cannot claim it yet. Elle’s far from being a graduating student. 

Whenever her mother says that her breath hitches a little, maybe it’s because she needs to finish this degree this June. She has no choice. She’s at the mercy of her aunt, who’s residing overseas and funding her college education. It’s a fact she has to remember over and over again to force herself to study. 

As the youngest among her cousins, she has heard the great tales of her parents’ wealth in the 90s. 

Alam mo, Elle, dati, ang mama at papa mo ang naggagala sa amin sa Greenbelt noon tapos they would take us to restaurants to eat out. 

Mama mo ang nagpaaral sa amin dati. 

The best talaga sila mama at papa mo.

She could only listen to those stories and wished that her parents did better at handling their finances. 

Hindi naman namin alam na dadating ka sa buhay namin, anak.

They were trying for a baby for a long time and had her years later. Her late father and mother often say she’s an answered prayer, but it makes her wonder. Why did they not think too far ahead about the life their kid will have if she’s a prayer they have recited maybe a million times?  

Despite growing remorse for her parents’ past decisions, she keeps pushing forward. 

Ano nga naman magagawa ko? Nangyari naman na ang lahat. Wala na akong magagawa. Pagbubutihin ko na lang. Ako na ang bubuhay kay Mama pagtapos nito.

It has been ingrained in her mind that she will be the family’s breadwinner once she completes her degree. 

Si Elle ang pag-asa mo.

Her relatives would say it to her mother as she gloats that her daughter, Elle, has been the responsible and intelligent kid she has always wanted. Her mother would say she was able to raise her well by making sure she had the best study habits and demeanor as a kid. It has been that way since she was a kid, and it’s why her aunt has supported her studies since she was a kid. She was the wonder kid of the most influential maternal figure of the family after her grandmother. 

“Napaano ka, Elle?” Jun asks as he settles beside the lady drowning in her thoughts. 

“Ah, may naiisip lang,” she replies with a slight smile. 

“Oh, ito. I got us some coffee,” he says. 

“Nag-abala ka pa, huy,” she hastily replies. 

“Wala ‘yan. Break ka muna sa pagkakape sa Lawson. Tikman mo ‘yan. Bagong bukas ‘yan sa Dapitan,” he tells her as he places the cup of coffee on her armrest. 

Elle thanks him. On the cup’s lid is a carefully folded note. She opens it. 

Kaya mo ‘yan, Elle. Ikaw pa! Andito lang ako. - Jun <3

“Thank you, Jun. Effort mo talaga,” she says, lips curling slightly. 

She’s been hesitant to think about what Jun has been doing for her. Elle knows she cannot handle being responsible for another person’s feelings when she can’t even contain her own. Elle still cannot sleep at night alone with the lights off. She would feel suffocated by her thoughts. That alone proves that she will only hurt Jun if she lets herself fall for him. 

Kapag hindi kami nagtagal at napamahal na ako sa kanya, mawawala ako sa huwisyo. Hindi ko kaya ‘yon. May hinahabol pa akong pangarap.

Elle knows her limits. She has to be focused on one goal. All eyes are on her. A lot is expected from her. She knows she has no right to be sidetracked. Being an only child means carrying out the family’s responsibilities because it’s her role. 

“Saan ka nga pala after class, Elle? Gusto mo ba aral tayo kasama sila Denise at Coleen?” Jun asks. 

“Cafe ba? If yes, pass muna. Gusto ko muna umuwi agad. Masakit likod ko eh,” Elle responds. 

“Discord na lang?” Jun asks. 

She nods.

That is not just the reason why she declined Jun’s offer. Elle doesn’t tell her friends that she’s trying to budget the allowance that she gets from her mother to have her indulgences. She has committed to joining her friends outside the university in a drag show next month. For a student who commutes from her hometown to Manila every class day, Elle gets to save a little money that she spends on sudden school-related expenses and her hobbies. Because of this, she would put herself on strict financial planning to ensure she saves money. 

Purgang purga na ako sa siomai rice at rice meals ng Lawson.

She eats a lot of food at home to minimize the need to buy food around the university. It doesn’t help that lately, her friends would drag her with them to study in cafes or co-working spaces. Elle can only sigh at how tight her finances are. Unlike the pandemic's peak when she could do some business and work to support herself and contribute to their household while studying, she cannot do part-time jobs anymore as she has to focus on her courses. 

“Kakasimula palang ng sem na ‘to parang mamamatay na ako sa bigat ng subjects,” Coleen retorts as she picks up her bag from the plastic chair. 

“Discord na lang diba, Jun, Elle?” Denise asks.

Elle nods. 

“Okay. Kitakits. Mga eight na tayo magsimula para makahinga-hinga lahat pagtapos bumiyahe,” Jun says, looking at Elle. 

The three nod in agreement. 

“Una na ako, guys. Maghahabol pa ako ng jeep,” Elle says. 

“Gesi. Ingat, Mama Elle,” Denise replies. 

“Ikaw rin. Coleen, Jun, kayo rin,” Elle adds.

“Bye, Elle. Text me when you get home?” Jun says. 

Elle nods. 

After some hugs and a little chitchat, Elle steps out of the room as she places earphones on her ears. If one thing could silence her raging thoughts, it would be music. She momentarily forgets her worries over the upcoming first comprehensive exams for each of her subjects this semester. She doesn’t think of the many things she has to catch up on at home and her internship that’s about to end. She doesn’t think about the upcoming research defense initially scheduled last month. Aside from that, she has some org work to accomplish. 

She walks along the pathways in front of Albertus and Ruaño, music blasting in her ears. The wind is cooling her sweaty skin as she looks around her surroundings—a temporary solace. 

A man laughing with his friends blocks the path as she trudges on the sidewalk. 

“Excuse me po,” she retorts. 

“Ay, sensya po,” the man mutters. 

Elle stops herself from rolling her eyes. Engineering students block the pathway every day she’s in the university. They would talk in the middle of the sidewalk while walking slowly—her pet peeve. She continues to walk, focusing on the music she’s listening to. 

If not for the slow traffic along España, she would stay on the campus for a bit. She would let the cold wind of the late afternoon kiss her skin as her eyes wandered to the greenery from Plaza Mayor to Lovers’ Lane. The turmoil caused by the classes in her building is silenced by the solace brought upon by the campus once she goes out of Albertus. It has been that way since 2019, even when the college was still in the university’s carpark. 

Having those thoughts, Elle realized how far she had come. She was far from the girl who was discouraged by the guy she took care of when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore. 

Hindi mo kaya ‘tong course na ‘to.

Kung ako sa’yo, umalis ka na habang maaga pa. 

Shift ka na.

It was three years ago when it all happened, but his voice is still in Elle’s head whenever a semester starts. 

Will she be able to survive it? Is he right all along? 

It’s no secret that Accounting, in general, is never her dream career path. It didn’t help that she transferred from BS Accountancy to BS Management Accounting in her second year in college. Elle has always felt doubt and uncertainty about her decisions and path in life as an accounting student because she was never sure of it, and she had someone doubt her from the start. 

She sighs heavily as she exits the campus to cross the street through the footbridge. She looks at the heavy traffic flow caused by the rush hour. Surviving a three-hour lecture is one thing, but the commute home is another story. 

Her daily demise as a student could have been prevented if her parents planned her college education well, but she knows there is no point in thinking about it already. She can only live in the moment and work with what she is provided. She has no chance to voice out these feelings without upsetting her mother. 

As she reaches the sidewalk after going down from the footbridge, she waves her hand to signal an approaching jeepney she wants to ride. The vehicle stops, allowing her to get in and find a seat just in time before the light goes green again. 

It’s going to be a two-hour commute going home.

[yeogioceanvieww]

Mushrooms and roses

Where Seungcheol, during hunting, finds an injured fairy.

The clearing was full of mushrooms that morning. Mushrooms that Seungcheol could use to create one of his magical and healing soups for his brother Joshua, who didn’t seem to be getting better. His twin had caught a bad illness, a mysterious disease that not even Seungcheol, an elf expert in healing and medicine, could identify. He was all sneezing and fever, a fever that had lasted for months and didn’t seem to go away with any magic.

Now, Seungcheol was worried, and he hoped that a warm mushroom soup could do him some good. He had a good relationship with Joshua, they loved each other, and since their parents had died in battle they had become even closer.

“Brothers always support each other, Joshua. Remember that,” he had told him one day, when they returned from hunting. And Joshua had agreed that yes, it was definitely like that. Even when Seokmin, Joshua’s lover had left him, Seungcheol had been by his side every second, with his ways, of course, but he had never abandoned him. Seokmin was a druid in the clearing, and he had loved Joshua for years, before leaving him because they were incompatible.

And now Seungcheol was afraid that Joshua might leave him forever, because his condition was getting worse. That was what he thought as he wandered around the clearing. He had to bring home food, too, and as much as it hurt him to kill rabbits and deers, that was their destiny. He believed in that strongly. He believed that every living thing had a role, and the role of animals was to feed humans.

He bent down to pick up a particularly large mushroom, examining it to make sure it wasn’t poisonous, smelling it, before putting it in the basket. The clearing was big enough to house druids, elves, fairies, and sorcerers, who lived not exactly at peace with each other. The elves were the most peaceful creatures in the clearing, the fairies the most mischievous, and the sorcerers the most gruff. And Seungcheol didn’t think much of the druids, considering what Seokmin had done to his brother. Not that he had cheated on him, but he had still made him suffer. There was no room for humans in that clearing. Any human who approached was swept away by the magical barrier that protected them.

Humans were bad. A human had tried to kill Seungcheol when he was just a child. He had been alone for a while, when the clearing was not yet protected.

“Cheol, be careful, little one. Some humans might come,” his mother had warned, caressing his cheek. She had only moved away for a second, just for an instant. And Seungcheol had felt himself grabbed by the arm, had felt himself dragged into the bushes. But before the humans could do anything to him, just because he was different from them, just because he scared them, or maybe because they wanted to take over that territory, which was theirs, Joshua had shot his first arrow, killing them. He had saved him, his brother had saved his life.

And he wouldn’t have forgiven himself if he hadn’t done the same.

Seungcheol continued walking in the shade of trees and bushes, and when he saw a roe deer he silently grabbed his bow and arrows, shouldering them. He forked the arrow with two fingers, pulling it to his lip, sticking out his tongue to concentrate. Then he struck.

As he walked home, roe deer on his shoulders, mushrooms and leaves in his basket, Seungcheol was increasingly worried about Joshua. Who knows how he was coping at that moment. He was alone in the house and there was no way he could warn him. Until.

A shadow, on the trunk of a tree. The shadow of a pair of wings, torn, tortured, across the river. Seungcheol was a kind boy. Grumpy, at times, that’s for sure. But kind. He was the boy who helped the little ones solve math puzzles at school when they were struggling, he was the brother who went hunting to get lunch for himself and his sick twin. That's why he crossed the wooden bridge, even though it meant taking a much longer route home.

There was a little fairy, lying on the grass. His wings were torn, his face was pale, his eyes were closed. Fairies, compared to elves, were very small. About four or five centimeters tall. In particular, that little fairy was tiny and skinny, even emaciated. Seungcheol took him in his hands. It was a boy. He blushed when he looked at his face. He was so beautiful that he couldn't believe his eyes.

Long brown hair, curly, thin eyebrows that gave him such a sweet but suffering expression as he breathed with difficulty.

- Oh, little one. - Seungcheol whispered, touching his wings with all the delicacy in the world. The green and brown clothes made him think that he was an earth fairy. He felt the fairy's little heart beating fast under his hands, and he gently stroked his hair. The fairy moved in his hands, scared.

- I don't want to hurt you. What happened to you?

- The humans... The humans came in. They tore my wings. I can't fly anymore. - His voice was so thin and so beautiful, full of pain for what had happened to him.

- Humans?

The fairy tried to sit up in his hands, every movement was hard. - Have you ever seen one?

- Of course.

- I don't know why they took it out on me - the boy looked like he was about to cry.

- Because they are cruel. And they are afraid of us. - But how can you be afraid of such a small and defenseless creature? - I'll take you to my house. I'll fix your wings and you can fly again.

It was a promise.

- What's your name?

- Seungcheol. And you?

- Jeonghan.

Jeonghan.

That name rang in his eardrums like sweet music. Holding the little fairy on his shoulder, Jeonghan seemed to be feeling a little better after drinking some of the rose and juniper potion that Seungcheol always carried with him. He knew that roses had a great healing power on fairies, but the beautiful silver wings still seemed to be completely broken and useless.

The wings were the same shape as those of angels, only they were bright and transparent, and Jeonghan reminded him, in every way, of a miniature angel. They were feathered and, at that moment, Seungcheol could glimpse the skeleton through the tear.

He felt that Jeonghan's breathing had stabilized in his ear and this reassured him, but he also knew that they had to go home as soon as possible, because Joshua was still sick.

They weren't too far away, the clearing was small. In the meantime, Jeonghan was trying in every way to fly, without success.

- Don't force yourself. - Seungcheol said, gently stroking his head.

- I am nothing without my wings. Without my powers.

- That is not true.

- Yes it is. What is a fairy without their wings?

Seungcheol thought deeply before answering. - Each of us has a hidden talent. Something that distinguishes us. Something innate, that does not depend on what is given to us at birth by our parents. For example, I discovered my talent in hunting. I can heal creatures. What can you do?

- I can play pranks.

Seungcheol laughed. - Well, like all fairies.

- What are you doing, belittling me?

- No sir. What pranks can you do?

- I hide acorns from squirrels. Or I steal my brothers' clothes and turn them into frogs.

- The clothes or your brothers?

Seungcheol heard Jeonghan scream in pain. The fairy doubled over, clutching his chest. - My wings, my wings!

Seungcheol immediately took him in his hands, noticing that the little wings were losing feathers. As Jeonghan writhed, the elf felt his pain building up in his chest. - We’re close to home. Don’t be afraid. Everything will be okay.

Jeonghan was crying. Big tears were streaming down his pale cheeks.

A few steps separated them from the threshold of the small wooden house where he lived with Joshua. And as soon as they crossed the threshold, Seungcheol gently laid Jeonghan on a bed of leaves, while the boy writhed in pain.

The elf felt like he was immersed in a pool of lava. He had to take care of his brother and that little fairy he had found in the middle of the clearing. In a second he was heating the mushrooms along with the bay leaves, and the next second he was next to Jeonghan. The fairy continued to cry, screaming in pain. Seungcheol watched Joshua come down the stairs, rubbing his eye. - Cheol-ah… What’s this racket?

When Joshua noticed Jeonghan, he couldn’t help but move closer. Joshua was still pale, but the fact that he was standing was a good thing. His twin knelt in front of the injured fairy, holding out his finger. - Hey, little guy.

- You. Eat this. - Seungcheol handed Joshua the soup, and the elf held it in his hands, smelling it. 

- Mmmh. - he mumbled, smiling. Cheol’s soups always had a great smell. This one in particular smelled like fresh mushrooms and bay leaves, a good smell for elves. Not for Jeonghan, tho, who wrinkled his nose.

- What’s this smell? - the fairy said, so Seungcheol took a rose and placed it near to him. Jeonghan hugged it, without touching the thorns. The rose was bigger than him, and Seungcheol found that thing adorable. Joshua finished the soup, and looked much better. The pallor went away, and his smile was bright. Now was time to cure the injured fairy’s wings, even if Seungcheol didn’t really know how. How do you take care of a fairy? 

Seungcheol didn’t really have anything to do with fairies in his life. Fairies were mischievous, distrustful, and trusted each other, but not anyone else. Maybe because they were the more defenseless creature of the clearing, and they were scared. But Jeonghan was different. He trusted Seungcheol, even if, if he wanted, he could crush him in the palm of a hand. But he would never do that. He wasn’t a human. Plus, he was a kind hearted creature. 

Seungcheol examined the wings. They were broken on one side, and torn on the other. He hypothesized he needed some snail slime to adjust the torn wing, but the broken one? He was good at medicine, but he wasn’t a fairy surgeon. And he thought: why did nobody help that poor fairy? No fairy helped Jeonghan. Maybe he had been the first one who found him. But, Jeonghan had brothers, he told him. Why did none of them help him? When he touched a wing, Jeonghan squirmed. 

- I know, little one, I know. - He let out a breath. He was a really empathetic elf, he felt the pain like it was his own. He stroked Jeonghan’s little head, giving him strength. - Look, don’t move. I’m going to take some snail slime for you. 

- Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t move. 

Seungcheol moved for a minute, looking for some potion. And then he found it. Snail slime with some fairy dust. Wait a minute. Like, it wasn’t dead fairies’ ashes. Sometimes, fairies furnished some of their powers to elves to allow them to cure illnesses and diseases. When they felt friendly. And Seungcheol had known this fairy once, Jihoon. A very atypical, laborious fairy. Not so friendly, but very helpful. And Jihoon gave him fairy dust, which he used for the potion he was using to cure Jeonghan’s wings. 

- Ta-da! - He exclaimed, when he returned to Jeonghan. The fairy was so weak he was sleeping. Seungcheol smiled. He kneeled in front of him, caressing his little arm. - Hey, little one, I need you to be awake, okay? I need your help for this. 

Jeonghan opened his eyes. - Why are you helping me?

- Because everyone deserves to be helped. 

- But you… You don’t even know me. 

Seungcheol started to spread some potion to Jeonghan’s torn wing. - And?

- Other fairies say I’m bad. 

- Why would they? You’re not bad. 

- I am. Because I don’t have a baby to protect, in the human world. Nobody ever assigned me one. 

- And?

- Oh, good heavens! You don’t understand! - Jeonghan crossed his arms. Seungcheol smiled, amused. - Now, why are you laughing?

- I’m not. 

- You are! I’m serious. 

- Okay, okay, sorry. 

- I… Fairies are made to protect children, you know. And I’ve never been assigned to any baby. Because I’m a… - Jeonghan seemed on the verge of crying. - I’m too powerful a fairy. I can’t control my powers. So it’s risky for me to be assigned to a baby. I could hurt them, but… - the fairy was crying now. - I love babies. They make me happy. And I love humans, too. They’re not bad as you all picture them. 

- But they hurt you. 

- No, Seungcheol. It hasn’t been a human. Fairies did this to me. A group of fairies. There were four of them, and I was alone. Humans can’t penetrate the barrier, you stupid! Humans are not bad. Fairies are. 

Seungcheol’s expression changed. He looked at Jeonghan while, with his hand, he tried to adjust his wings. - Why?

- I told you why!

- No, why did they do this to you! This is cruel! 

- Because they hate that I’m different. That I’m powerful, that I’m strong. 

- And why didn't you fight back?

- Because my powers are a shame, for me. And I don’t want to hurt anybody. 

-  Oh, little one. - Seungcheol extended his hand in front of Jeonghan, letting him climb on his fingers. - You’re the kindest creature I’ve ever met. 

Jeonghan’s little hand reached Seungcheol’s cheek, stroking it. Seungcheol’s heart started beating faster. - No. You are. Fairies treat elves like slaves. They throw things at them, they don’t talk to them. But you decided to save me. And this is beautiful. And I’m grateful, because nobody ever treated me with love. Not even my mother, or my brothers. 

- I just hope you can fly again.

- If I can’t, I could help you with your mushroom hunting. 

Seungcheol smiled when Jeonghan stirred against his thumb. 

[addicsvt]

Picture perfect

!! bestfriend model seungcheol x photographer reader, fluff !!

"move a little to the right, tilt your head slightly." You instructed, looking at the man in front of you as you adjusted the settings on your camera.

"geez your so serious about this." seungcheol said laughing, as you did his hair, spraying hair spray occasionally.

"hey, I'm getting paid for this." You grumble, looking at the pictures on the monitor, admiring seungcheol your own work.

"god damn, I look fine." Seungcheol said smirking at his own self, as you only rolled your eyes, you definitely agreed.

"what do you need these pictures for anyway?" You ask raising an eye brow. Seungcheol had randomly called you to take a few photos of him and since the pay was good you accepted, but a part of you was curious.

"its to give to my lover." Seungcheol said jokingly, you didn't know if it was a joke or not though, but you felt your mood drop slowly.

"give them to me." you said impulsively before stopping yourself realizing what you just said.

"you?" seungcheol said with a curious look in his eyes, he wondered if he heard correctly. You being HIS lover? Well you weren't wrong about that.

"..i uhm never mind." You said embarrassed thinking about your stupid decision, your cheeks tinted pink.

"no.. say that again. you want to be my lover?" he asked in such an innocent tone, that you couldn't help but melt at his words.

"u-uhm i i was joking." you say clearing your throat, blushing heavily you had a major crush on seungcheol for months and this was not how you were expecting things to turn out.

Seungcheol thought you looked cute while blushing, especially because of him, so he decided to tease you. "but you didn't answer my question, do you want to be my lover?"

"i.. uhm er that would be good?" You say nervously, still blushing and thinking that this whole thing was a dream.

"Your cute." He chuckled, bringing you close as he placed a light kiss on your lips, leaving you blushing hard so hard.

a/n: ive been in so much drought omg. school recently started and ive been so busy crying TT. I hope yall enjoyed this <333

[seventeenplug]

Does he Know? (Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.coups)

(Based on the song of Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weeknd - Moth to a flame)

Pairing: Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.Coups Genre: Angst X Betrayal X cheating Warning: Mentions of cheating; going behind someone's back; language warning and mentions of sex. Seungcheol is the king of manipulation. Summary: Whilst Mingyu sleeps by your side, does he know the texts and calls that happen right besides him? Word Count: 1.2K

"Does he know you call me when he sleeps?" Seungcheol's voice rang through your ear, phone pressed against your shoulder, Mingyu's back to you who watched him carefully. You kept quiet, lips tight into a line as you still looked at your boyfriend's back, his breathing was steady, and his back was strong, contrary to yours that was stood against the headboard filled with guilt.

"He doesn't" was your response. Behind the phone you heard the man's chuckle, his ego was big and having his enemy's lover in his hands had become his biggest challenger, but now, it was his most priced possession. He loved the fact that you called him every night, all the photos you would send in your underwear, or wearing nothing, the photos you kept in a secret folder in your phone.

He loved knowing he could make you leave Mingyu, over false hope with him, with a simple word "Leave" it filled his ego even more whenever you would cry for him. Where did your loyalties lie? Mingyu, until nighttime hits.

"I want to see you, so bad, darling" Seungcheol basically purred through the phone, your face turns into an expression of shock, your phone almost falling to the ground if not for your fast movement of catching it. Mingyu shuffles besides you, a sigh leaving your lips as you catch your phone turning to Mingyu who slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light and analyzing the whole situation.

"Who are you calling this late at night?" he questions utterly confused. "Oh, just Yurim, you know, she's been having dating problems lately" you hurriedly excuse yourself, standing up from the bed and standing a few feet away from it. "You continue to sleep, Gyu. I'll just continue this in the living room" you chuckled nervously ignoring the obvious confused in Mingyu's face who used his arms to lift his upper body from the bed.

"I guess your lover boy is awake now" the sneaky man scoffs, you could feel the sudden anger in his voice, your own wavering as you try to steady your heart that beat rapidly as your breathing quickened. "Yes… But I think he believes it" you whisper, you look behind you checking if he had decided to follow you, but relax once you notice that the night in your bedroom continues off. "We better end the call now then" his voice snaps your attention back. "No! I mean… he's asleep, we're in the clear now, aren't we?" You cringe at your own needy tone.

You wouldn't know how Seungcheol's smile had widened, already knowing how whipped you were for his affection, something that was missing from your own relationship. "Mingyu seems good for you, all your friends love him as well" he continues to taunt you. "I love you, though. Please" you let out a shaky breath, wondering where this conversation would lead to. "Maybe, I mean. Look at us, Y/n, you're betraying him. We should end this" he knew what he was doing with you. Playing with your mind, once more putting you on the verge of a breakdown as he threatened, played you once more as if he was going to end it all. Wanting nothing more than to see you break, beg for him to stay.

"Please, don't leave me" you sniffed. You knew it was wrong, Seungcheol was right in his every word, Mingyu was good for you, he knew you like the back of his hand, he loved to care for you, watched you at both your best and worst. All of your friends loved Mingyu as well, he was your biggest support in their eyes. And your parents both accepted, welcomed and encouraged you to marry the man.

But what was it to you when he wasn't who you truly loved. The danger, the passion, the pain. It all derived from this one person. Anyone from the outside would say you're crazy, you're pinning over a man that you know will betray you a thousand times, hurt you. But you didn't care, because in your eyes, this man was all you had ever wanted.

He had seen you, been with you in both good and bad times, every fight and argument between you and Mingyu ended up with you sleeping in Seungcheol's sheets naked. "I won't leave you, baby. You know I would never do that. I just want you to be happy with Mingyu" he coos at you. "But I'm happy, with you" you cried, sitting on the floor, your back against the front of the couch. "Do you want me to pick you up? Maybe you can show me how happy you are" the smirk in his voice, was obvious. He wanted you to leave that house, but not the man.

Torture you both in such different ways.

You hum in agreement with a slight nod, he exhales a small laugh through the phone. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Create some excuse" he says, hanging up the call. You sniff, using the paw of your sweater to wipe at your tears, standing up and turning around.

A wave of shock hitting you hard as you face Mingyu's confused face, eyes drifting from you and to your phone.

"Why are you crying?" Think. Think. "Yurim just told me that her ex boyfriend hit her, she never told anyone" you said, eyes down as you wiped even more tears. You were a terrible person. "Oh no! Is she okay? How can someone even do that to a person?" Mingyu said in shock, arms out to hug your figure, one of his hands behind your head and the other around your waist. "Right?" you sniff, hugging him back. "I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend like you" you say.

You feel his chest rumble, a small chuckle leaving his parted lips, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm lucky to have you too" he smiles. "I'm going to spend the rest of the night with her, is that okay?" you question him, eyes meeting his. "This late? Do you want me to drive you there?" he asks concerned.

"No, that's okay, I already called for an uber" you smile weakly at your boyfriend who nods unsure. "Call me later though" you nod back. Grabbing a bag you fill it with a few necessities, Mingyu pecking your lips right before you leave and making his way back to bed as you enter said 'uber'.

"What took you so long?" Seungcheol asked, a hand on the wheel as the other moved to grip at your thigh. "He woke up. Found me in the living room. I had to make an excuse" you whisper. "Good girl" he praises, a smile tugging at his lips.

In the back of his own mind, Mingyu had his worries, the stories that made no sense whenever you cried, and then he got to see your friends and nothing seemed to match. But he let it slip. Maybe, your friend's didn't want him to know. Meanwhile, you were now laying in Seungcheol''s bed, a single bed sheet covering your naked body as you curled up closer to Seungcheol who held you close. Everything was good, until Mingyu maybe got the whiff of what was actually going on behind the covers, what you wanted to hide so hard. But for now, you enjoyed the bliss you were in, hiding from everyone and everything in Seungcheol's arms and bed.

Posted the 15th January 2023. Tbh, I had this good idea, but the writing itself was hard and this is not one of my faves at all...

[dahliainjeolmi01]

SEVENTEEN IMAGINES / ONE SHOTS / SHORT STORIES - OT13 (SVT): Bittersweet Part 5 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1430232453-seventeen-imagines-one-shots-short-stories-ot13?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yjh10041995 Basically a bunch of random idea's for stories that I might or might not make a full book on. Just enjoy these utterly fluttering stories/ one shots / imagines!!! 🏆 #6 in seventeenimagines (30-09-2023) #21 in jeonwonwoo (22-09-2023) #20 in kimmingyu (11-11-2023) @dahliainjeolmi01 |2023| All rights reserved©️ All Rights Reserved

[biographyonair]

Who is S.coups? (Choi Seung Cheol)

#biographyonair #ChoiSeungCheol #songwriter

S.coups is an influential songwriter, singer, rapper, model, and taekwondo player from South Korea.

[sluttyminghao]

Scoups x fmreader Y/n as a dancer in one of their mv Scoups sees her in dance practice for first time Pls make it long~

Also feel free to ignore it!!!

fic requests are closed atm, please check my navigation

[bbobpul]

in this life full of uncertainty, there was you

NOTE. hello, everyone! i'm back with my first ever series and with a new theme.

PAIRING. ex bf!cheol x you

GENRE. slight angst, comfort

WARNINGS. none

first entry for my series 'emails i can't send.' this will consist of a series of unsent emails that you wrote after ending things with that person.

you are made to love and to be loved. loving again is not and will never, ever be selfish.

list of emails i can't send

my masterlist

from. you@svtmail.com

to. choiseungcheol@svtmail.com

subject. emails i can't send 1/13

hello, cheol!

i know you will never read this but it's been thirteen days since we last spoke, and thirteen days since i last cried for you. thirteen days may seem like a long time for me considering that it's been two months since we ended everything, but the pain is still here, lingering like your scent that i loved so much.

whenever i feel the pain, i remind myself that i truly did love you. i can't help but wonder if you're hurting too. do you count the days you spend without me? do you cry over us?

i wouldn't wish pain on you, but i wish you would give yourself time to grieve for what we had and what we could have been. i wish you would act as if letting go of us wasn't the best decision you ever made. i wish you wouldn't treat what we had as a mere childish first love, a high school cliché that you'll forget about in five years.

but there are also times when i wish you would forget everything. when i wish that when you see me again, you won't be reminded of the reasons why you let me go. so you'll stay.

but other than that, i can only wish you well.

and thank you for the last 3 years. they have been the best years of my life, all because of you. you have been my shoulder to cry on, the one who brings me coffee every morning, the one who completes my entire day, and my lover. but most importantly, you have been my best friend.

i am so sorry if I have ever tired you out.

i used to be so sure of everything but now i only believe in one thing,

in this life full of uncertainty, there was you..

and for a while, that was everything. for a while, it was enough.

choi seungcheol, i won't wish for you to learn how to love me again. but i wish you will learn how to love again, even if it's not me. i hope you will love for yourself.

i know that soon i will stop wishing for you to come back. i will stop wishing for the tide to change.

but until then, cheol, i can only wish you love.

sincerely,

your first love

ps. i can't rush healing, but i know that one day i will wake up and you will no longer be the first thing on my mind. you will no longer be a part of my plans and i know that one day, i will wish a different wish.

i will be making a taglist so if you want to be tagged, just comment! 🫶🏼 thank you for reading

[joonmon]

Day 13😉✨

[seventeentotheworld]

[ubescoups]

Run To You

Chapter Two

February 2023. 

The mix of sadness, joy, and exhaustion overwhelms Elle currently. The defense of the thesis she has led since January of last year went well two weeks ago. She waited for that moment, and when the panel congratulated them, she almost floated in joy. She felt the exhaustion creep all over her body as her brain started to absorb that she was done with the most critical undergraduate requirement a college student would make. They only had to make minor revisions, which she gladly accomplished with the group within the week. All of that while reviewing for the exams she took this week. 

“Congratulations, Elle! Thank you for leading us for the whole year,” Leila, her groupmate, said as she handed her a bouquet. 

The surprise brought tears to Elle’s eyes that day. She was not precisely the perfect leader for her team, but she did her best. She struggled when two groupmates went missing in action for a while. She had to run after them to make sure things were done while making sure deadlines were met at the same time. She had no intention of excluding their names from the paper as she wanted everyone from her circles to graduate, even if it meant more work for her. 

At least one thing from her endless list of things to worry about is done. 

“Ate ko! Asan ka na ba?” Lee asks once Elle answers her phone. 

“Pababa palang ako ng jeep sa may bandang Katipunan tapos maglalakad na papunta diyan,” she answers. 

“Okay. Nandito kami sa may pinakaharap ha?” He tells her. 

“Sino nga ulit mga guest na drag queens?” She asks. 

“Mga queens from RPDR PH at Drag Den,” he answers. 

“Alright,” she coos, excited as she knows two of her favorites will be at the show she’ll attend. 

“Kaya bilisan mo!” Lee exclaims. 

“Opo, ate ko,” she chuckles. 

Deserve ko naman ito diba? 

She sighs. While her group was able to defend their thesis, Elle knows she failed her first set of comprehensive exams. Despite the good news and the event she’ll be attending for the night, she can’t take her mind off the tests this week, especially the last one she took the day before. 

A comprehensive exam of the department comprises one hundred items. Half of that is multiple-choice questions, usually about the theories of the topics they discussed, while the remaining are problem-solving questions. The time allotted for the exam is only three hours, and completing it on time is hard with the number of problem-solving items. Elle failed to answer the last twenty items during the exam the day before. She shaded the letter ‘C’ on her scantron defeatedly. 

“C for Christ na lang. Catholic school naman ito eh,” she blurted, drained. 

Jun, who was beside her throughout the exam, laughed. 

“Pinagpasa Diyos ba naman eh,” he replied, chuckling while passing his scantron to the person before him. 

“Wala eh. Anlabo ng 129. Tangina,” she told him. 

He nodded in agreement. 

“You did well, Elle. Ilang araw ka na nga walang tulog. Magpahinga ka pagkauwi, ah?” Jun said to her. 

“Ikaw rin. You did your best,” she replied with a smile. 

The jeepney Elle is riding stopped in front LRT 2 Katipunan’s north entrance. She quickly exits the vehicle to start the three to five-minute walk from her current location to Pop Up. Her earphones are blasting the playlist she curated to set her mood for the event. She’s currently listening to Magic by Kylie Minogue as she anticipates seeing Minty Fresh tonight at the event. The song reminds her of Minty’s performance, which Elle finds so iconic up to this day.

Elle reaches the venue, walks along the stores, and looks towards the spots near the stage to find Lee and whoever he is with. It’s usually like this with her and Lee. They’ve been friends since they were teenagers when they followed One Direction online and had fan accounts. The two of them bonded when they also started supporting Ariana Grande. They have known each other for years, but after the pandemic's restrictions went lenient, they started having their meetups for drag shows. 

Elle has always been fascinated by drag. It started when her gay friends, who would spend time with her on lunch breaks, treated her like a drag queen, even giving her a drag name that she can’t remember now. Yet, Lee introduced her to drag completely, especially the local drag scene. 

Lee waves at Elle from afar with a wide grin on his face. He came from the South and went to Pop Up to watch the free drag show organized by the local government and an NGO to raise awareness of HIV/AIDS. The cause of the show is what enticed Elle to attend in the first place. As the internal vice president of a health-centered student organization in her college, topics like this pique her interest. 

“Bakla ka! Akala ko hindi ka na makakarating,” Lee complains as he initiates a hug with Elle. 

“Sus, ‘di pa nga simula oh!” She replies, chuckling as she embraces her friend. 

“Akala ko nga ‘di ka magpapakita. Puro aral kasi. Awra rin pag may time,” he shoots. 

“Ito na nga, diba?” She tells him. 

Elle looks around the place. There are many people, most of them here for the show. She’s proud of the local drag scene here in the Philippines. It has come a long way, especially with the fact that it has existed for decades now. There is more mainstream media visibility for the community, which makes it hard to secure tickets for some shows now, but she’s happy that the queens have more gigs to perform at. She knew how hard it was for them to earn during the pandemic. They had online shows and live selling when restrictions were strict, and they only had a few live shows at clubs when the quarantine levels were relaxed. 

“Makikita mo na si Misis today, Elle,” Lee gushes excitedly. 

“Oh my god! Performer siya?” She asks. 

He nods only. 

This is one of those rare weekends she gets out of her usual routine. She’s not the family’s runner or the family member who misses out on family dinners because she has to study. She’s not the student leader she is known for. She’s Elle, the girl who likes drag and music. She’s a fangirl who splurges her savings on drag merchandise and tips for queens. It’s one of the few days she experiences the thrill of living. 

“What time lalabas si Minty at Shewarma?” Elle asks Lee. 

“Mga bandang dulo na ng show mga ‘yon, Ate. Siyempre mga big time na eh,” he replies, eyes on the screen as the hosts start to introduce the first performer for tonight after the mayor gives her opening remarks. 

Elle sits on the chair, grinning widely. It’s indeed a good way to spend the Saturday night rather than groveling over the fact that she’s sure of not reaching the seventy-five percent grade minimum to pass the first set of comprehensive exams she took this week. 

The performances over the next two hours were breathtaking. Elle was singing along to the lipsynced pop songs by the drag queens, and Lee would film the two of them to post on his Instagram stories. They both knew the songs by heart already as they frequented some drag shows, especially the ones hosted at Butterboy. 

In the parts of the show where Minty Fresh and Shewarma Rise appeared, Elle screamed her heart out, especially when NAIA and Minty did a duet. 

“Ate ko! Ang saya-saya talaga,” Lee exclaimed. 

Elle only nodded. Just like her, Lee also has used drag as a form of escape from his life. He’s the eldest child while she is an only child. Both are bound by responsibilities in their daily lives. 

“Madam Elle!” 

Elle shot her head in the direction where the voice was coming from. Mingyu, along with Vernon, was trudging towards her. 

“Andito ka pala. Tamang tama kasama rin namin yung iba nating ka-org. Tara sa Tipple & Slaw,” Mingyu invited her with a smile.

She wanted to turn down the invitation but she needed to keep her mind off the exam that had just ended. 

“Alright. Sunod ako. Samahan ko lang yung friend ko saglit,” she replied. 

They nodded and left. 

“Ate ko, thank you ha? Namiss ko ‘to. Grabe, two months din tayo hindi nagkita,” Lee said. 

“Kaya nga, Lee, eh,” Elle smiled. 

“Kailangan ko pa umuwi sa Laguna, mhie. Sa next na Butterboy na lang?” He asked. 

She nodded. They both got out of the area as Lee’s ride was about to arrive. They did some beso before she watched him get in the car. 

Elle got inside the venue once again, going to the left while texting Mingyu. He waved his arm in the air while smiling at her as she approached them. 

““Gago, si Madam Elle pala ‘to!” Minghao immediately exclaimed once she got to where the group was. 

She hugged him back. It’s sort of a culture in their college to hug one another. Minghao still observes this despite leaving Accounting for Fine Arts in their sophomore year. The hug culture is prominent as students would run to each other after exams with long faces. They are usually tired and nervous about the results despite spending hours of their lives studying to get passing remarks. They hug to greet and comfort each other. 

“Musta buhay, Madam? Parang hindi ka na nakakakanta ah?” Minghao asks, pertaining to the lack of videos of her singing online for organizational events.

She swallows to lubricate her drying throat as she hears the questions. Elle is surprised to hear that—let alone be called madam. Those days are behind her. She’s no longer the org girl. She is just a struggling student. 

She feels her throat tighten just thinking about the comprehensive exams she finished this week. Elle feels like a fraud because she has managed to make them believe she’s smart and she’s great. In her head, she’s just dumb—an impostor. 

“Ah, ito. Buhay pa naman,” Elle replies with a thin smile before Minghao pulls her in a hug again.

On the other hand, a lad who’s drinking with them notices the newcomer. 

“Pre, sino ‘yan?” He aks. 

“Ah, si Elle. Kaibigan namin sa org. Siya kasi VP-Int namin dati,” Vernon responds.

“Type mo?” Chan asks. 

The lad doesn’t respond. He drinks his beer while watching Minghao and Elle talk. 

“Ewan ko lang kung may oras sa’yo ‘yan kasi busy lagi ‘yan. May bumabakod din diyan eh,” sabi ni Chan. 

He doesn’t pay attention to the younger’s remark. In the lad’s eyes, Elle looks intimidating. He can observe that she carries herself well and knows what she wants and needs. Their eyes meet and Elle gives him a little smile. 

“Seungcheol, meet Elle. Sikat ‘to,” Mingyu says, introducing her to the lad.

Elle only gives Mingyu a funny face before facing the lad. 

“Nice to meet you, Seungcheol,” she says. 

It didn’t take long for the group to dance to the music blasting over Pop Up. Mingyu’s other friend, Soonyoung arrive with his girlfriend.

“Madam Elle, ito oh!” Chan exclaims

Elle opens her mouth to let the alcohol from the bottle into her mouth for five seconds while the group cheers and takes some videos. 

Finally, she’s relaxing as the alcohol kicks into her system after some bottles of beer and the vodka she just downed. 

“Kaninong sigarilyo ‘to?” Elle asks. 

“Sa akin. Kuha ka lang kung gusto mo,” Vernon says. 

She lights up a stick as the music changes. Elle smokes whenever she wants to let the alcohol have a maximum effect on her or whenever she needs to calm down. At this moment, she needs both to happen. 

After some games and shots, Elle feels a little dizzy. She knows she has to slow down so she sits on the table. 

“Okay ka pa, Elle?” Seungcheol asks the lady, who looks a bit buzzed and on her second stick for the night.

Elle makes a mental note to give Vernon a pack of cigarettes the next time they see each other.

“Yeah, okay naman. I don’t see you around the hallways, ah? I would assume na di ka taga-accounting? Educ ba or Conservatory?” Elle asks. 

“Taga-Ruano ako,” he answers with a smile on his face, making his dimple visible. 

“Ah, yung mga sagabal sa daanan,” she scoffs, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

“Mga first year lang ‘yon. Ikaw siguro yung isa sa mga tumatakbo sa umaga kasi late,” he teases back. 

“First of all, panghapon ako. Second, oo late ako kaya huwag kayong haharang-harang,” she shoots making Seungcheol laugh again. 

A girl with a strong personality, he mentally notes. Elle takes a swig of her beer in silence afterward. It is one of those moments when she forgets how to socialize as she has let her life revolve around her program and studies. 

“Okay lang naman ‘yan, nak. You are working hard for the future. You have all the time in the world after college to have fun.”

Her mother’s words but Elle feels like she’s slowly wasting away, exhausted from everything. 

“Uwi na ako,” Elle says. 

“Hatid na kita?” Mingyu asks. 

“Nakapagbook na ako ng Angkas. Besides, if ihahatid mo ako, it will take long. Magpapatanggal ka pa ng amats,” she says. 

“What if ako na?” Seungcheol asks.

She shakes her head. 

“You go on and have fun. One minute away na rin lang rider ko,” she says. 

She bids goodbye to everyone and exits the establishment. It will take her another month before she can go outside like this. 

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Oh heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know

Jeongcheol/JeonghanxSeungcheol

Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor, but being affected by bipolar disorder I tried to describe it as better as I could. This fic was so hard yet so liberating to write. Please be nice to me.

Seungcheol met Jeonghan for the first time between the tables of a bar, while eating a Hotteok. This guy came in a rush, drinking orange juice, and sat in front of him. 

The boy was so pretty it hurt. Long, dyed blond hair, with a touch of blue  on the tips. He was incredibly thin, almost sickly. He looked like an angel, with those bunny eyes, and perfect white teeth. Seungcheol felt an inch of jealousy and the desire to possess him at the same time. 

He was confused at first, but not so confused as two seconds after. 

- I’m fucking angry, I’m so angry I could overturn this fucking table and… And fucking spill my fucking orange juice that I fucking paid with my fucking money. - not so angelic from him. 

Seungcheol frowned. - I’m sorry?

- No, no, let me explain. 

- I don’t even know you. I don’t care. You came here and started to shout in the middle of my–

- I just need to fucking explain myself, okay? Let me talk. 

- Stop swearing.

- Who are you? My fucking mom?

- No. I’m a stranger who was trying to eat his Hotteok before another stranger came and decided to start screaming at me.

- So, I’m with this guy, you know. I was, actually- but that’s not the point, okay. 

- I’m not listening. 

- Your business. So, this guy was my boyfriend. Yes, I’m gay. I’m a freaking disgusting slutty fucking homosexual. His name is Joshua. I left him. 

- You left him and you have the guts to complain about him with a complete stranger?

- I left him because he was annoying. Jeonghan, I love you this, I love you that, let’s merry, let’s go live in fucking Paris and blah blah blah and suck my balls you fucking romantic asshole!

- You’re a dick. 

- I know I’m a fucking dick, okay? But he’s more a dick than I am, because now he has another one. 

- And? You left him, why are you complaining? 

- Because I’m Yoon Fucking Jeonghan! How dare he go on so early!

- You should be happy for him. Are you narcissistic or something?

- I’m a fucking divinity. 

- No, you’re a dick. And, let me say something to you: you’re insecure. 

- No, I’m not. I love myself. 

- Okay, right, now shut the fuck up. 

- Would you like to kiss me? 

Seungcheol let out a long breath. - What. The fuck. 

- You know, just for fun. 

- I have fun playing golf. Not kissing strangers.

- Golf? That sucks. 

- You suck. Go the fuck away!

- Okay, I’ll stay here, in silence. 

- Do whatever the fuck you want. As long as you shut up. - he kept eating his Hotteok, “Yoon Fucking Jeonghan” was looking at him, making him feel really uncomfortable. 

- Stop staring. 

- I’m not staring. I’m respectfully observing. 

- So stop respectfully observing. 

His emotions were actually different from what he said. Of course he wanted to kiss him: he was the prettiest boy he’d ever seen. But he had been rude, and he had been an asshole with his ex. And he kept observing him with those perfect brown eyes. He really had the desire to kiss him. So he decided to do something about that.

- What do you want? Really, I mean. Precisely. 

- Nothing, I want to kiss you. 

Seungcheol got closer to him, and lifted up his chin. - If I’ll kiss you, will you shut the fuck up?

Jeonghan put on a provocative smile. - Maybe. 

And they kissed. 

Days went by, and Seungcheol kept going to that bar. He met Jeonghan everyday, and they started to know each other better. 

- So, what do you do for a living? - Seungcheol asked, one of the first days. Jeonghan went to the bar always in the firing line, always well dressed, his blonde and blue hair perfect as usual. 

- I’m a model. 

- I can tell.

- Why did you ask, then?

- Just to be sure. 

- What about you?

- I’m a teacher. A physics teacher. 

- Boring!

- Pfft. Look Who’s Talking. You walk on a runway all day long or something like that.

- I actually pose. 

- Even more boring. 

And then they kept meeting at the same bar, ‘til one day. That day, Jeonghan didn’t show. And the day after, and again, the day after that day, and Seungcheol was sad, because he had started to become attached to that boy. Not only for his beauty, but for his energy, and for his pleasantness. He missed him.

And one day, Jeonghan showed up again. But he was… different. He had a long, too large hoodie, messy hair, dead eyes. His shoes were dirty and ruined, his back curved. Seungcheol smiled anyway, and approached him when Jeonghan went to the bar counter. He was not alone. A beautiful, tall boy was near him, and was stroking his back. - Do you want something to eat, Hannie?

Seungcheol’s heart broke. Was that Joshua? His ex? Were they back together? Maybe that was the reason Jeonghan didn’t show up. But there was something so messed up in Jeonghan’s eyes, in his posture. And he was so worried that thing passed in second place. 

Jeonghan shook his head. 

- Dear, you need to eat something. 

- Leave me alone, Shua.

Seungcheol came closer, and smiled, even if he was worried. - Jeonghan!

Jeonghan turned. Slowly. Fear in his eyes. And the boy with him turned, too. - Can we help you?

That boy was so pretty. Not prettier than Jeonghan, nobody was, for Seungcheol. But he was pretty, with his brown deer eyes, his full lips and beautiful features. 

- I’m… I’m Jeonghan’s friend. Jeonghan. - he stretched a hand to the boy, who withdrew.  Joshua frowned. - You’re scaring him.

- No! I… I’m his friend! I swear! We met here. In this bar! We kissed, we… Jeonghan, tell him! - He made a terrible mistake: he took Jeonghan’s wrist. Wrong move. The blonde began to scream, but not like the first time they met. He yelled in fear. - Get the fuck away from me! Don’t fucking touch me!

Seungcheol was speechless. He just stood, and retreated his hand, burned, motionless. The boy he kissed, the happy and energetic boy, was now… Scared? Of him? What did he do? Did he scare him in some ways? Did he do something wrong to him? 

The other boy held Jeonghan in his arms, and looked at him. Seungcheol shook his head, as saying: “I didn’t do anything, I swear”

Joshua nodded, making lip movements: “It’s not your fault.”

That evening, Seungcheol returned home with a weight on his shoulders. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he did to Jeonghan, why did he scare him so much? 

He ate alone, some sad pieces of bread and some salad. He wasn’t really hungry. He was sad. And while he was eating, he received a voice message from an unknown number. He frowned, bringing his phone to his ear to listen to that message. 

“Hi. It’s Joshua. I was at the bar today. Jeonghan gave me your number, after a fight. I wanted to tell you he is sorry for his behavior. But I think he doesn’t have to be sorry. Wait, let me explain. I know you’re hurt, okay, and I’m really sorry for that. Jeonghan is not feeling really well lately. He didn’t come to the bar because he had been in a depressive phase for a very long time, and he didn’t want to see anyone. He’s been in his house for a week, he didn’t have a shower, he didn’t wash his plates, he didn’t go to work. And, no, we’re not back together, if you’re guessing. I love Seokmin from the bottom of my heart, and with him I found the peace I had lost. Not because of Jeonghan, because it’s not his fault. The fact is, Seungcheol, that - there was a short pause - Jeonghan is mentally ill. And I’m going to explain to you a lot of things you maybe didn’t understand at first. Now, I’m not a doctor, but I know Jeonghan very well. When you first met, Jeonghan shouted about some things, right? Was he enthusiastic, was he energetic, was he impulsive? He was in a manic phase. And I’m not saying anything he does is dictated by his manic phases, because it’s not. We love Jeonghan because he’s spontaneous, he’s pleasant, he’s pure happiness. But sometimes, his emotions become exaggerated, flowing out in a manic phase. Conversely, he’s now in a depressive phase. There’s no need to explain that to a physics teacher, I guess you’re really smart. When he enters a depressive phase, he doesn’t want to see anybody. And sometimes becomes aggressive, untreatable, and wants to be left alone. He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t go out. He just sleeps. Today I obliged him to leave his house, and it has been difficult. He scratched my arm until it bled. And sometimes he forgets to take his medicines, so we're worried. But when he met you, he looked more like himself than ever. So please, don’t blame him. I know it’s difficult, and you have any logical reason to go, but give him a second chance. Please. I have been angry with him a lot of times, but now I understand that it’s not his fault. He blames himself, every damn time. I won’t force you to forgive him, but I beg you to understand him. Okay, bye. Thank you for your time. 

And immediately, Seungcheol started crying. “What should I do now?” He loved himself so much he knew that he shouldn’t forgive Jeonghan. But that boy was sick, and he had to understand that. But he was hurt, really hurt. Now, he knew it wasn’t his fault. The thought of Jeonghan’s dead eyes made him cry even more. He was hanging by a thread. 

He wrote: “Thank you” to Joshua. Just that. It was enough. A thought came to his mind.

“Do I love him?”

And the answer came at the speed of a lightning. 

“Yes”

Stupid, stupid Seungcheol. You fell in love with someone you saw a few times in a bar. But the someone in question was full of energy, and happiness, and passion. And was beautiful, and artsy, and creative. Someone could have taken him as a crazy, romantic lover. But he didn’t care. He only cared about Jeonghan. So he bright his cellphone again, and wrote to his lover. 

“How are you?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I asked, How are you.”

“Everything sucks, Cheol.”

“Can I come over?”

“Of course.”

Joshua opened the door for him. Seungcheol brought some flowers from the only florist open at that time. Joshua smiled. - Thank you for coming. 

Seungcheol had to hold back his tears. - Where is he?

- He’s sleeping.

Joshua made him space, making him enter the house. - His room is in front on the right.

The house was as pretty as Jeonghan. There were a lot of books and wood libraries, record players, and a green sofa in the center of the living room. The kitchen was united with the living room, it was small and modern. But Seungcheol’s attention was concentrated on the boy who was sleeping in that room. When he entered the room, he saw the most beautiful vision ever. Jeonghan was laying on his bed, which looked so big under his little body. He approached the small figure, stroking his hair, trying to not wake him up. He would've waited for him to wake up. Maybe he was dreaming of a better world, a world where mental illnesses didn't exist, where he was fine, where they were fine. He kissed his forehead. Small breaths were coming out of his nose, his chest rising and falling peacefully. He looked so angelic Seungcheol wanted to cry. And he cried. Until he heard a voice.

- Loser.

Seungcheol laughed, wiping away his tears. - Fucking menace.

Jeonghan sat, looking at him. - I’m so sorry for this morning.

Seungcheol stroked his cheek, kissing his forehead again. - It’s okay. You don't have to be sorry.

- Did Shua…

- Yes. 

Jeonghan nodded, taking his hand. - I understand if it's too much for you. 

It’s not too much. Love it's not convenience. It's not ease. Love is something more. It's giving everything, even your peace, for someone you love and live for. And I love you, Yoon Jeonghan. With your perks, and with your merits. I loved you from the first time we met, really.

- You’re a fucking loser.

- Please, don't.

- I’m joking.

- Yeah, I know. But… Jeonghan, I think you're a special person. And a special person has to be defended. And I know you're hurt, now. I know you're depressed. And I’ll do anything in my power to stay with you.

Jeonghan hugged him, with all the strength his thin arms could have. - I love you too.

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