#i drew this with an intention to cheer up one of my twt followers

[el-loy]

to mend what's broken

[thekidultlife]

idk if this is where i post drabble requests but can i have idol! cheol with a famous singer foreign! reader where she admits her ideal type is cheol on a show, then like a week later the boys expose cheol for having a big crush on you on a show. they end up meeting somehow, maybe on a show or through working on a song together w seventeen and they’re all cute and blushy around eachother but at the end cheol asks for her number ? it’s long but i think it’d be rly cute! - dimple anon

Author's Note: Hello, dimple anon! This was supposed to be posted earlier, we're so sorry! 😂 Also, this is just a snippet of the idol AU I am making through this imagine, so please wait for it to unfold! Thank you for sending your request, too!!! You can send one again, too! Just use the format "word + SVT member" (which we strictly follow haha) and we promise to deliver! ❤

I mentioned Sam Okyere here, an amazing man who doesn't deserve the hate he receives from racist people in and out of South Korea. If you do not know what'a happening to him, please read about it here.

Word Count: 830+

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“I’m coming, I’m coming!!!” Seungcheol bounded across the room and jumped onto the couch, his face all red as he kept typing furiously on his phone.

"Hyung, the show is about to begin!!! Guys, it's on now," Mingyu declared. It was their rest day at the dorms, and they were anticipating all morning for Sam Okyere's morning show to come out on TV.

They've been longtime fans of Sam Okyere, but this morning, they weren't just waiting for Sam Okyere himself to appear onscreen.

Giggling like teenagers, the boys filed into the living room and scrambled onto whatever couches or chairs they could find around the massive television set. Seungkwan and Chan bickered about who gets to sit closer to the TV. Mingyu frantically planted a leg on the place beside him. “Seungcheol-hyung! Jeez, where is that guy?”

“What are you doing? The show’s about to start!”

“I know! And I’m documenting that I’m about to watch it.” Seungcheol kept typing on his phone. Every now and then he would be hitting Mingyu on the shoulder or he would hug him close as he did his best to release pent-up excitement. “SHE’S ABOUT TO COME OUT!!! Wait, should I video this? Like record it? Or do I just watch? What do I do? I can’t. I’m too excited I just can’t—”

“—Ouch.” Mingyu drew back from Seungcheol, annoyed and massaging his poor shoulder. “You have a Twitter account just for stanning her?”

“She’s my ultimate crush, Mingyu.” Seungcheol looked at Mingyu with besotted eyes. “My ultimate crush. And, actually, I have two Twitter accounts for her. Then an Insta. Snappy. The works. Everything.”

“Crazy,” Mingyu muttered, suddenly scared as he thought of Seungcheol snooping around TWT and Instagram with secret fan accounts.

“I’m president of one of her fanbases, too!” Seungcheol declared with bleary eyes and a voice full of emotion as he briefly showed Mingyu his phone. “This is how much I stan her.”  

“You’re crazy,” Mingyu declared in his adorable English, shaking his head, before turning away.

“What are we doing?” Jisoo asked, laughing as he caught himself also participating in the rush to the couches. “Why are we acting like teenage boys?” Even as he slapped Jeonghan’s legs away from the spot that he wanted to squeeze himself into, he added as he shook his head, “Why are we like this?”

Even though Jisoo knew the answer and he was just voicing out his thoughts, everyone answered (and not without sassiness in their voices), “Duh.” “Did you really have to ask that, hyung?”

“The host is about to announce her!!!”

“I’m going to faint, I’m going to faint,” Seungcheol muttered to himself as he shakily zoomed the camera in on the TV.

“Hello, everyone!!!”

At the sound of your voice, everyone in the room started screaming, covering their blushing faces.

“She hasn’t even sung yet and we’re all going crazy,” Chan lamented, leaning on Hansol as he did so. “How is she that pretty onscreen? And she doesn’t look like she’s wearing too much makeup, either.”

Seungcheol dried his eyes, which were tearing up as he collected his emotions while videoing everything that was going on the screen. “She’s so beautiful,” he gushed adoringly, “so beautiful.”

. . .

“Now that we’ve finished talking about your concert, I’d just like to ask if it’s your first time coming here to South Korea, or have you visited before?” the host, a cheerful, beautiful man named Sam, asked you brightly.

You laughed self-consciously and nodded. “Yes, I’ve been here before! Actually, I come here almost every year since 2015. I wasn’t as big a singer then yet, so I had more freedom coming in and out of the country. I love this country. Feels like home to me! I stay here for about two weeks, tops, after concerts—” you stop in your tracks, your hand flying to your mouth.

Sam wiggled his eyebrows comically. “A concert? Which group? There are a lot of groups here! And we’re so glad that you go to one—or two?”

“One,” you acknowledged, blushing a crimson red and smiling. “Just one. But I do know a lot of groups, though. It’s just that I’m an avid fan of this particular group…” you debated revealing which group it was, and you kept laughing with Sam because you have been outed.

“Can you tell us which one?”

“Of course!” you answered, smiling at the camera. “SEVENTEEN, if you are watching this, I just hope you know that I’m your biggest fan and I love you guys!” You hesitated, before adding, as your face turned very red but very happy, “Especially you, Choi Seungcheol!”

. . .

As everyone watched the screen, they were dumbstruck.

Slowly, the twelve boys looked to their leader, who had dropped his phone on the floor the moment he heard you say those words. Seungcheol’s mouth hung open, his eyes so wide and so sparkly that it looked like the flecks of light on his eyes would jump out like stars.

“Especially. Me?”

“She probably doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Jeonghan commented calmly but with venomous intent, as he playfully glared at his friend. “She’s probably jet-lagged. We say crazy things when we're jet-lagged."

Soonyoung turned to Seungcheol, his adorable, tiny eyes narrowing glaringly. “I am such a hater.”

“Especially me.”

Seungcheol couldn’t breathe.

“Especially me.”

- Leanne. 🙆‍♀️