#i will now be going to sleep w/ cheol on my mind

[ikigaisvt]

officially back in my seungcheol era!

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWELVE

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: when ji-yeong goes missing you and sae-byeok go on a fever dream goose chase.

wc. 4.1k

warnings: a bit of physical altercation and the usual angst TT

(nowhere girl masterlist)

Your first day after cutting ties with your parents officially was dull. But in the best way. Your entire day was just waking up to head to school and then you headed straight to the art gallery. The workaholic trait both your parents have finally rubbed off on you, it’s addicting to stay away from home so you can’t bear the thoughts that try to consume your mind.

But now that the day is officially over, you enter the apartment. It’s so quiet and dark once you enter, it frightens you all the time.

You groggily remove your shoes and rip off the buttons on your button-up shirt, ready to let sleep overtake you.

When you finish doing to night routine and put on your comfiest pajamas you throw yourself onto the bed and let your muscles finally get some rest.

It was only eight o’ clock but were so tired that you didn’t even do your usual phone scrolling down a social media rabbit hole tonight.

The loud banging coming from the entrance door distrusted your half lulled state. You gasp yourself awake and press your palm to your beating chest. At first you thought you were experiencing a nightmare but the banging continued. It was like whoever was standing on the other side wanted to tear the door open.

As you descended down the stairs you take a deep breath before looking into the peephole. You cross your fingers hoping that danger isn’t lurking next to your apartment.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that it was Sae-byeok all along. Without further thinking you open the door with a great speed.

“Hey, are you—“

“Ji-yeong never came home since she left yesterday.” Sae-byeok says, her voice shaking horribly.

Her body was stiff, pale in the face, and she looks like she had seen a ghost.

Your stomach twists up hearing the news. “W—What?”

“Please, help me.” she begs, her deep voice replaced by something small and desperate.

“Yeah, of course.” you say without further hesitation. “But, Cheol—?”

“I dropped him off with my neighbor.”

You nod. “Let me get my jacket.”

It takes you less than a minute to head out the door. You didn’t put too much thought into the fact that you still had on your pajamas or that you were sporting your indoor slippers.

“Can you track her on your phone?” you ask her once you both ran out the building.

“Yeah, but it says she’s offline.” Sae-byeok says, running her hands through her short unruly hair in exasperation. “Fuck, I’m scared what if Deok-su actually got to her?”

“Come on let’s think before we jump into the worst conclusions.” you reassure her, reaching to grab her arms to prevent her from ripping her hair off of her scalp. “You said she had to do something important yesterday, right?”

Sae-byeok’s eyes move around rapidly, trying to collect her thoughts quickly as possible. “She went to visit her dad in Daejeon prison. I—I called but they said she left last night.”

“Maybe she got lost or something and could be wandering near the prison?”

“Could be.” Sae-byeok says, breathily. “But Daejeon is a big city how the hell are we going to find her?”

“Let’s think of a way to get there first and we’ll move on from there, okay?”

Sae-byeok, who’s at this point hyperventilating, doesn’t seem convinced but she doesn’t have a better plan than that so she just nods.

You pull out your phone to find the directions to the prison. “That’s a pretty far commute. We have to take the subway then the bullet train. That’s the only method of transportation she could take to go that far.”

“I—I can’t afford a twenty dollar ticket.” Sae-byeok mutters.

“Just pay me back by buying me a meal one of these days, okay? Let’s go!” you say, yanking Sae-byeok’s arm and running on foot to the nearest subway station.

After the twenty minute subway ride, you got dazed by the complicated maze that was navigating the railway for the bullet train. Running around like headless chickens, Sae-byeok finally figured out the location of the bullet train that was departing in five minutes.

“I should’ve brought water bottles.” you say, out of breath. You sink down in a seat after successfully making it the last second inside the bullet train.

Sae-byeok’s heavy breathing was loud beside you. She presses the back of her head on the seat and stares at the ceiling possibly still in fight or flight mode.

“It’s an hour train ride what if—what if we can’t make it on time?” Sae-byeok whispers, her eyes shinier than usual.

You’re in disbelief that her of all people would cry so you convince yourself that it was just the reflection of the light perfectly hitting her irises.

You check your phone’s map again. “We could look around any late night spots near the prison like…like restaurants, or motels, or convenience stores. Oh, do you have a recent photo of Ji-yeong?”

Sae-byeok is unresponsive. You shot your head up and saw that her eyes are shut tightly and her lips quivering. So you go and place your hand gently on of top of one of her trembling ones, waiting for her to look at you.

“If we can’t find her tonight we will report her missing to the police but let’s stay hopeful, okay?” you reassure her. “Ji-yeong is strong and resourceful.”

Sae-byeok still remains silent, the stress of losing her best friend is overwhelming. You understand that this is a weight too unbearable to sit on and that Sae-byeok isn’t going to be rationally thinking until Ji-yeong is found safe and sound.

Your head began throbbing due to dehydration and the stress of coming up with a thousand scenarios to what might’ve happened to Ji-yeong.

Back in high school, Ji-yeong was always known as a rebel child often defying her elders. You would often hear stories about how she used to like wandering around the neighborhood in the middle of the night smoking and drinking because her home life was unbearable. There was a point in your life when you judged her for it. But when she came to your doorstep the summer before senior year, you welcomed her in after seeing the look of distraught on her face. Like she witnessed something unimaginable to the human psyche.

Ji-yeong never revealed why she ran away from home but you had the rumors and the various hints she left. And with the piece of viable information Sae-byeok gave you, you probably have a few assumptions never to be spoken aloud. It astounded you how much grit and determination she had to keep trudging forward. And you are sure that if she truly got lost in the streets of Daejeon, that she would find a way to maintain herself. But you just hope that she isn’t scared shitless right now.

“This is it.” Sae-byeok low voice breaks you from your looming thoughts. She nudges you in the ribcage to get off your seat.

“The prison isn’t far from the station. So, I guess we can start looking around here.” you say a once you both get off the train station. “Maybe she’s in a train lobby or somewhere with customer service.”

After an hour, you guys searched every section of this large train station. You knocked out on very stall and talked to any workers that were still around this late at night but not a single sign of Ji-yeong was seen. Your legs are cramping up but you try shaking the feeling away.

You could visibly see the hope in Sae-byeok’s eyes die down with every minute that passes by. That’s when you suggest to look around the nearby areas.

The streets of Daejeon was bustling with activity as it was a Friday night and it was time for partygoers to arise from hibernation of the weekday. However, it wouldn’t be too hard for Sae-byeok to spot her with her height difference compared to yours. Her eyes dart around the crowds of people like an eagle.

After last nights rain, the air was hot and humid and you already began sweating profusely not to mention being surrounded by other peoples clammy bodies. You were feeling delirious and your heart couldn’t stop racing but try to hold it together. Deep down you know Sae-byeok needs you to be the calm one in this situation.

“There’s a motel nearby, let’s go ask there.” you suggest and lead her to where the map is suggesting you should go.

A ten minute walk lead you guys to the small motel secluded in this bright lively city.

“Hi, ma’am,” you greet hurriedly at the clerk. “our friend is missing, do you know if you’ve seen this girl possibly rent a room here?”

Sae-byeok whips her phone out and shoves the picture of Ji-yeong at the clerks face, startling her.

“Sorry, I haven’t here and I’ve been here since noon.” the worker says after inspecting the photo carefully.

“Fucking hell.” Sae-byeok groans.

“Thank you, ma’am.” you quickly bow and lead Sae-byeok out the motel, ignoring the scowl growing on the motel workers face.

“What’s your great plan now, huh?” Sae-byeok scoffs.

“Hey, I know this is a high stress situation but don’t lash out on me right now, okay?” you snip and go back to your phone.

Sae-byeok paces back and forth in front of you while your fingers rapidly type other possible motels nearby you can ask.

That’s when you hear Sae-byeok mumble your name and tug the hem of your sleeve. You look and question at the person she’s pointing at.

“Is that Ji-yeong’s purse?”

Sae-byeok’s face turns stone cold, but her dilated pupils tell a different story. She looks like she’s ready to pounce on whoever she’s glaring at. You swallow thickly peering ahead and look at the homeless man lying against the wall of a closed shop. He’s layered in multiple blankets and beside him is a bright orange flap purse you vividly recall seeing before.

“It—It looks like it.” you mutter. Now, it was time for you to panic.

Next thing you know, Sae-byeok is on the other side of the street and on top of the man who desperately tries calling for help.

“Sae-byeok!” you cry out and run in the middle of heavy traffic to get across. When you make it Sae-byeok has her pocket knife pressed on his neck.

“You’re seriously asking for help right now when you stole my friend’s purse?!” she bellows, her grip on his coat getting tighter as she shakes him violently. “What did you do to her?!”

The man starts vibrating in fear, his eyes popping out of his skull. “I—I—I stole it earlier today from a lady at—at—“

“Hurry up and say it!”

You glance around nervously, a few people in their cars and passerby’s are throwing looks and you’re scared one of them might get the police involved.

“At the train station!” he answers fast.

Sae-byeok adds more pressure to the pocket knife on his skin. “You’re lying, fucker.”

“No, I swear! I ran—she chased me all the way to the supermarket but she ended up losing me there. I—I swear please!”

“Is it, Local Food Farmers?” you ask him after searching the nearest supermarket.

“Yes, yes that one! That’s the last place I seen her yes!”

Sae-byeok throws him back on the ground with mighty force, making him land with a thud. She snatches the purse back and pulls you to run away from the scene she just caused.

“I don’t see any cash on here.” Sae-byeok growls, rummaging through Ji-yeong’s purse. “I should go back and—“

“Hey, stop it!” you hiss, pressing a firm hand on her chest to prevent her from turning back around. “Fighting a homeless man isn’t going to help us find Ji-yeong faster.”

Sae-byeok sighs in defeat and continues walking, still inspecting every item in Ji-yeong’s bag.

Of course, the supermarket was closed a long time ago and nowhere around the vicinity were there any signs of Ji-yeong as all the surrounding shops had been long closed as well besides a club down the road. While you were biting your nails, anxiously trying to find a solution on your phone maps, Sae-byeok’s sinks down on the edge of the sidewalk and burys her face on her hands.

“She’s nearby, Sae-byeok. You have her purse so we know she has to be here.” you say reassuringly, bending down to pat her back. “It’s so obvious now what happened. When she left she got mugged just as she was about to go to the train station and I bet her phones probably dead too so she’s trying to find a way to contact us.”

“If her phones dead wouldn’t she ask for someone else’s to call me?” Sae-byeok says muffled as her face was still covered.

She was right but you didn’t want to agree to make her more nervous. So, you pry her up and suggest walking around the block one more time. You didn’t want to admit it but you were also starting to lose hope.

“It’s midnight.” you sigh. “Should we go to the police?”

Sae-byeok removes her hands off of her face and becomes expressionless, like she was trying to dissociate from the situation. It was starting to worry you more.

“I think it’ll be more beneficial if we go—“

You stop mid sentence and gasp at the feeling of a cold sticky hand touching slight skin on your waist.

“What’re you doing out here in your pajamas, hon?” slurs a drunken man. You whip around to face a business man whose outfit is sloppily thrown on. He stumbles backwards to eye your entire body before skidding to get closer to your face. “Looks like you’re trying to make it to the bedroom quicker.” he reaches over to grab your arm.

Your flight or fight response kicked in and you use all your strength to hit him square in the face. Immediately, you felt awful watching how he stumbled backwards and landed on his rear end. You don’t know why your brain made you feel so guilty, he deserved it.

“Fuck that hurt!” you wince clutching your bruised knuckles.

“You little bitch I think you—you fucking broke my nose!” he stammers, dropping his bottle of alcohol to clutch his nose. The club goers down the block began watching and recording the commotion, you could hear their murmuring. “I’ll teach you—!”

The man tries getting back up to lurch towards you again until Sae-byeok goes and kicks his chest causing him to fall back down on the sidewalk. She grabs your non injured hand and quickly drags you both away from the scene.

“Where are we going?” you whine, your knuckles still throbbing in pain.

“A convenience store to get an ice pack for that.” she says, throwing you a quick frown. “I think I saw one down here.”

“But the police station is on the store side!”

“You’re injured—!”

“We are going to waste time, Sae-byeok!” you say, putting your foot down. She scoffs at your stubbornness. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! The pain will go away—“

“Your hand is all red!”

“It’s not like I broke any bones!” you protest and start walking the opposite way and hope that the man you just punched isn’t still there. Sae-byeok tries to pull you back but you swat your arm back. “Stop it! If it still hurts after we go to the police station then we will go to a convenience store, okay?”

“Ugh! Why are you being like this?” she barks back. “You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.” she grumbles lower but you heard it clear as day.

You huff in frustration and keep marching to the police station with her stomping angrily behind you.

There was heavy tension between the two of you the entire walk to the police station. You felt bad for throwing a fit when Sae-byeok was trying to help, but her last comment to you pained you a little and got in the way of you apologizing.

“Hello ladies, how may I help you?” says the police officer unenthusiastically at the front desk.

You send Sae-byeok a glare, hearing her mutter how annoyed she was with you again. But you quickly clear your throat before speaking.

“Hi, sir, we’d like to report a missing person. Her name is Park Jiyeong and she was last seen near here last night after getting mugged by a homeless man.” you explain, forcing a tight lipped smile.

The officer doesn’t respond right away and gives you an odd look. He turns around in his swivel chair and whistles over to one of his co-workers.

“Hey, Officer Lee, didn’t you arrest a young lady last night named, Park Ji-yeong?” he calls out to the worker.

“What?!” you and Sae-byeok say in unison.

The co-worker, in the middle of his meal, pauses mid-chew and nods casually before going back to eating.

“What did she do?” you say, appalled.

“Fought a homeless man and injured one of our officers—accidentally I think is what my partner said but let me figure that out.” he says with a sigh and stands up from his seat. You and Sae-byeok exchange worried glances. “To bail her out one of you needs to fill out the paperwork. Take a seat in the waiting room first and I’ll have you fill it out.”

When you both sat down in the waiting room, Sae-byeok starts shaking her legs uncontrollably, clearly freaking out. You bite your lip trying to decide whether you should try to talk to her or not. But you decide against it, feeling like you’ll only irritate her more than she already is. At least you stopped thinking about your swollen hand.

When the officer comes back you stand up to go fill the paperwork.

“Do…” you hesitate speaking as you read over the paperwork. “Do we have to pay any bail money?”

“Although she elbowed the officer by accident. However, legally speaking she needs to await trial,” he explains. That’s when your body starts leaving your soul. “but it’s been a long day so just fill that paperwork out and…stay out of trouble.” he raises a brow at your bruised hand which is of course your dominant one that you’re singing the paperwork with.

“Oh my god, yes of course officer thank you thank you we will!” you beam and deeply bow before finishing off the paperwork grinning ear to ear.

“Ji-yeong!”

After twenty more minutes of waiting, Sae-byeok throws herself on top of Ji-yeong once she arrived at the waiting room, squeezing her tightly. This reconciliation made tears brim from the corner of your eyes, you couldn’t believe it just yet.

Ji-yeong looked a mess. Her mascara completely smudged, her hair was tired up messily and she had a faint scratch mark on her chin. However she had a huge smile of relief seeing you both in front of her—you are sure she thinks you two are a figment of her imagination as well.

“About fucking time.” Ji-yeong sighs in relief. “I can’t wait to charge my phone and catch up on my—“

“Why the hell didn’t you call me?!” Sae-byeok queries loudly. Your breathing pauses when you actually saw a tear roll down the stone faced girls cheek.

“I don’t know your phone number but I asked the officer to look up your bakery and call them but no one answered and I could only make one call!” Ji-yeong whines, rubbing the sides of her temples. “My dad is a heartless monster, I got robbed, they threw me in jail and now you’re yelling at me…So, can we just go home so I can go to my room and cry?”

“Have you eaten anything yet though?” you frown. “Do you want to get something here on me?”

“No, let’s get out of here I want nothing to do with Daejeon anymore!”

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” Sae-byeok hisses, wiping her tears furiously with the end of her sleeves.

“I’m sorry,” Ji-yeong frowns. “to both of you. Thank you for coming for me though. I—I was starting to believe for a second that no one would actually come looking for me.” she mutters softly. You can’t even imagine to have the braveness Ji-yeong possesses. She starts sniffling but trying her best not to become teary like you two are. “Can we go now please?”

No one muttered a single word the entire ride back home. It was hard to process the events that unfolded and every so often you would check up on the girls who sat in between you, dazed in their own thoughts. You are sure they both share the same migraine you are suffering through right now.

By the time you all arrived at their apartment it was three o’ clock in the morning. The girls didn’t question your presence once you entered inside with them. It was like you never left back in March.

Sae-byeok enters two minutes later with a groggily Cheol who she was cradling like a baby over to their room. You hear Ji-yeong slam the door to her room loudly while you were heating up water on a pot to make tea to help calm any unsettled nerves.

“You still remember where everything is?” you heard Sae-byeok’s faint voice behind you. You turn and see her leaning against the doorframe of her room.

“Nothings changed here.” you mumble. “You want tea right? I’m making for three.”

Sae-byeok nods and starts approaching you. For some strange reason, your muscles start to get tense when she leans against the kitchen counter getting awfully close to you.

“I don’t think, Ji-yeong will want anything right now.” she says, looking sullen again. “We should give her space—she went through a lot.”

“Yeah, you’re right…”

You quietly pour the boiling water into the mugs and dip the tea bags inside.

“Your hand…is it still swollen?” Sae-byeok asks, timidly.

After remembering the small argument you two had earlier, your heart sinks. The hurt you felt by Sae-byeok’s words came back.

“A bit but it’s nothing.” you mumble and then sigh in defeat knowing that there’s no way around avoiding the awkward tension. “And I’m sorry—“

“Do not even finish that sentence. I’m the one who should be sorry. We were both frustrated and scared and I said things I didn’t mean.” Sae-byeok says firmly. “So, I’m sorry.”

“…You’re forgiven.” you say quietly and you hear Sae-byeok let out a breath of relief. Did she think you weren’t going to accept her apology?

“And you’re sleeping here tonight, right?” she asks you after you pass her a mug.

You finally look at Sae-byeok and notice how her eyes shifted now. What was once a look of fright and desperation is now replaced with security and comfort. They’re completely softened over.

“You’re finally letting me stay here? I never thought I’d see the day.” you say sarcastically and she rolls her eyes playfully. “Joking. But yeah if that’s okay with you? It’s already late so...”

“I’ll get you a blanket and pillow then.” she announces quietly and heads back to her room.

When you made your way to the living room couch, you managed to hear Ji-yeong’s muffled cries making your stomach knot. You wanted to head over to her and try to soothe the pain she must be in, but Sae-byeok knows her better and if she says to give her space then you need to do that.

A minute later, Sae-byeok comes back with the pillow and blanket. You mutter a thank you and was ready to call it a night but to your surprise she sinks down beside you. She takes a few sips of her mug before clearing her throat.

“By the way, you can take a shower and borrow something of mines for now I know we both did a lot of running and sweating tonight.” she says in her casual flat tone of voice. “I know you hate my taste in clothes but—“

“I never said hate. I told you to experiment.” you scoff with a playful smile on your lips. “I would love to take a long hot shower right now so thank you for offering.”

Sae-byeok nods and finishes the rest of her tea to your bewilderment as yours was still piping hot.

“I…don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there to help me. So, thank you for that.” she says, sincerely.

You are too nervous to look at her. Thats when your stomach began to flutter with butterflies, a common sensation you began feeling nowadays. “Of course.” you gulp.

“And it was admirable seeing how calm you handled—well everything.“

“Admirable?” you laugh.

“I don’t know that’s the best way I could describe it.” she shrugs, scratching the back of her head.

“I punched a guy so I don’t know if calm is the best way you should describe of my behavior.”

“That pervert deserved it.” she says, scoffing when she replays that moment in her head. “Also, was that your first time ever punching someone?”

“Yeah and hopefully my last because that seriously did hurt at first.” you say, pouting at your slightly swollen knuckles.

Sae-byeok snorts a your comment and rises up from the couch. “Okay, I won’t keep you up any longer I’ll go get you the clothes and a towel.” she pauses abruptly to look down at your feet. You look at her, puzzled. “By the way, nice bunny slippers.”

“Oh, fuck off!” you hiss, your face turning bright red.

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[riseokau]

hii. I know I just asked you to write a Verkwan fiction, which was amazing BTW, but I also love Jeongcheol. If it's not too much work and not a bother, would you write a fluffy fic of Jeongcheol on an off day. Only if you feel like it, of course. I haven't been able to find a good Jeongcheol fic based off both being in seventeen and I really love how you write. Thank you one way or the other!

Thank you!! sorry if I'm a little late i'm so tired from my studies hehe. So here's the jeongcheol fic i hope it's what you wanted idk if i did it in the right way. ENJOY!!!

Theme: lovers during an off day

Pairing: Jeongcheol

w/c: 3,8k

DAY OFF

It was one of the rarest mornings you could count on one hand, and if you were lucky, maybe two. An unclaimed morning where no meetings, alarms, or calendar notifications are clamoring for your attention. There was none of the normal buzz of urgency that permeated the atmosphere during the week. Rather, a golden pause between the end of one hectic week and the start of the next was marked by silence. It was the sort of morning that seemed to be a secret, one that you could only hear from the sun and the city's gentle sigh.

Slivers of sunlight streamed through the partially drawn curtains, creating soft stripes on the tangled sheets and hardwood floor. Seoul was just starting to awaken outside, with a muffled but distinct soundscape. A distant bus hissed to a halt, a friendly shout came from the other side of the street, and a soft tune wafted in from a nearby café that was starting the day. Inside, however, the world was still silent. Only a dozen layers of blankets and the heat from each other's bodies could make the room warm. Like a lullaby, that specific type of warmth—heavy and human—kept Jeonghan and Seungcheol entangled in its embrace while they slept.

The first to stir, albeit subtly, was Jeonghan. As though waking up peacefully were a sacred gift that should not be taken for granted, his eyes blinked open languidly and adjusted to the gentle light with a sort of reverence. For a short while, he lay motionless, listening to the soft cadence of Seungcheol's breathing and the sporadic twitch of a dream passing through him. Under the covers, his legs were a tangle of tangles, his arm was tucked possessively around Jeonghan's waist, and his face was buried somewhere close to Jeonghan's collarbone.

Jeonghan wasn't particularly interested in moving. Not when the air outside the bed promised to be at least five degrees colder and Seungcheol's body radiated warmth like a second blanket. However, just before he was completely awake, an idea had crept into his mind, and it was now firmly established there. It was mischievous, unyielding, and stubborn in a way that only Jeonghan could be at seven in the morning on a Saturday. He slowly turned in Seungcheol's arms, being cautious not to wake him up just yet. He prodded Seungcheol's cheek with just enough pressure to irritate him but not enough to completely awaken him, and his lips formed a smile.

"Cheol," he said in a light, sing-song voice. The only response, muffled against skin, was a low grunt. "Cheolie~" Jeonghan repeated her song, but this time she was overly sweet, and just for good measure, she gave him another cheek poke. Seungcheol protested with a groan, but his eyes stayed tightly closed. Rather than respond, he drew Jeonghan closer, his arm flexing with natural strength, tucking him back into position like a body pillow he would not let go of. "Five more minutes," Seungcheol murmured against his neck, his voice honeyed by warmth and heavy with sleep. It sent a chill down Jeonghan's spine that was unrelated to the cold; it vibrated more than it spoke.

“But I want cookies,” Jeonghan said, pouting even though he knew Seungcheol couldn’t see it. His tone was deliberate — the exaggerated whine of someone who already had a plan and needed only minimal resistance to enact it.

“Order some,” Seungcheol replied, as if that solved the problem entirely. His voice was mostly autopilot at this point — the lazy solution of someone still halfway in a dream.

Jeonghan gasped — theatrically, of course. He pulled back just enough to look at Seungcheol properly, a hand pressed to his chest as if the suggestion had physically wounded him.

“Fresh cookies, Cheol. From scratch. Handmade, homemade... love-made.”

One of Seungcheol’s eyes finally cracked open at that, blinking blearily at the absurdity. He stared at Jeonghan like the other man had grown a second head — or at least like he was deeply regretting his life choices.

“You can’t even cook instant ramen without setting off the smoke alarm,” he deadpanned.

“That happened once,” Jeonghan said with faux indignation. “Maybe twice.”

Seungcheol simply closed his eye again, unbothered. “Three times.”

Jeonghan beamed unrepentantly. “That’s why you’ll help me.”

There was a beat of silence where Seungcheol seriously considered faking a coma. But Jeonghan was already wriggling out of his arms with alarming enthusiasm, diving out from under the blankets with the grace of a cat possessed by purpose. The cold air hit him like a slap, but he didn’t even flinch — too focused, too determined.

Seungcheol groaned into the pillow. “This is gonna kill me.”

Still, ten minutes later — after much internal debate, a dramatic sigh, and one last desperate burrow under the covers — he found himself shuffling out of the bedroom. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes were only half open as he followed the sound of crashing bowls and off-key humming.

What greeted him in the kitchen was both chaotic and endearing.

Jeonghan stood in front of the counter in fuzzy pastel socks, wearing the most ridiculous apron Seungcheol had ever seen. It was neon pink, covered in glittery lettering that proudly declared Chaos Chef, and somehow, Jeonghan wore it like it was haute couture. His hair was pulled back into a tiny bun, and he was flipping through a recipe book with the intense concentration of a military commander reviewing battlefield tactics.

Seungcheol rubbed at his eyes. “Jeonghan… that’s a level five recipe.”

“What does that even mean?” Jeonghan replied brightly, already pulling out measuring cups.

“It means it’s complicated,” Seungcheol muttered, pointing at the ingredient list. “You need, like, three types of sugar. Who needs three types of sugar for one cookie?”

“People who care about flavor,” Jeonghan answered, opening cabinets like he knew where things were. Spoiler: he didn’t.

“You can barely boil water.”

“Exactly,” Jeonghan said. “That’s why I need your support. This is a bonding activity.”

Seungcheol eyed the growing mess of flour and optimism, then made a last-ditch attempt at sanity. “Let’s just buy premade dough.”

Jeonghan gasped again — louder this time. He pressed a hand to his chest, staggering back as though struck. “How dare you, Choi Seungcheol. This isn’t just about cookies. This is about the experience. The art! The romance!”

Seungcheol stared at him.

Jeonghan stared back — eyes wide, sincere, and just a little ridiculous.

“…Fine, Picasso,” Seungcheol said at last, his tone resigned but fond.

Fifteen minutes into what Jeonghan dramatically called their “culinary masterpiece session,” they hit a wall.

It started innocently enough — Jeonghan humming off-key to a song playing from his phone speaker, standing on tiptoe to survey the depths of their small pantry like he was inspecting a sacred vault. His fingers trailed over half-empty bags of flour, rogue spice jars without labels, and a suspiciously old bottle of maple syrup. He pulled back with a squint.

Then came the hum — low, contemplative, and vaguely disappointed. The kind of hum that preceded either a sudden stroke of brilliance or absolute chaos. With Jeonghan, there was rarely an in-between.

“We’re missing half of this stuff,” he declared finally, turning toward Seungcheol with a dramatic flourish of his wooden spoon.

Seungcheol, who had been trying to make sense of the recipe with bleary eyes and very little caffeine, didn’t even glance up.

“Should’ve bought the dough,” he muttered, just loud enough to be heard.

Jeonghan shot him a look but otherwise ignored him with the grace of a man too committed to back down. He spun on his heel, already fishing his wallet out from a drawer.

“Emergency grocery mission!” he proclaimed with the energy of someone announcing a royal decree.

Seungcheol groaned, dragging a hand down his face before reaching for the hoodie slung over the back of a kitchen chair. “At least let me get coffee first,” he said, voice still rough with sleep.

“Time waits for no baker,” Jeonghan chirped, grabbing his keys and marching toward the door like a man on a mission.

The grocery store was unusually peaceful for midmorning on a weekday — no screaming children, no long lines, just a gentle murmur of people going about their errands in quiet companionship. The automatic doors whooshed open, letting in a wave of cool, air-conditioned air that smelled faintly of citrus cleaner and fresh produce.

They walked in together, grabbing a cart and setting off at a lazy pace down the first aisle. Seungcheol pushed while Jeonghan stood beside him with the grocery list pulled up on his phone, already squinting at it like it was written in ancient code.

The first disagreement happened five minutes in.

“Get the unsalted butter,” Jeonghan said, pointing to the neatly stacked golden bricks in the fridge section.

Seungcheol reached for the regular kind without even looking. “Salted tastes better.”

“That’s not the point, Cheol,” Jeonghan said, smacking his hand away like he was swatting a fly. “We’re baking. Salted butter messes with the flavor balance.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, turning toward him. “You set off the smoke alarm trying to boil water last week. What flavor balance?”

“That was a fluke,” Jeonghan said primly. “And I’ve done my research.”

Despite Jeonghan’s insistence, Seungcheol reached back and grabbed the salted butter with all the defiance of a child daring a parent to stop him. He tossed it into the cart with a flourish.

Jeonghan gave him a long, narrow-eyed look.

“You’re going to sabotage this.”

“You’re going to sabotage this,” Seungcheol echoed, smug.

And the truth was — they both would, somehow. That was just their way.

They moved through the store in their usual rhythm: bickering lightheartedly over brand choices, debating the need for brown versus granulated sugar (“We need both, Jeonghan, it literally says so right here”) and getting distracted every five minutes by snacks they absolutely didn’t need but definitely wanted.

The baking aisle was the true battleground.

While Seungcheol carefully studied a bag of flour, Jeonghan tried to sneak two oversized bags of candy into the cart.

Seungcheol, ever the vigilant grocery partner, spotted him immediately.

“That’s not for cookies,” he said flatly, catching the bags mid-air before they landed.

“They’re for morale,” Jeonghan said solemnly, puffing his chest out with exaggerated dignity. “Every great endeavor requires sustenance.”

Seungcheol huffed a laugh, giving him a look that was half disbelief, half adoration. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Jeonghan grinned and took advantage of the distraction to drop the candy in anyway. And Seungcheol, predictably, let it slide.

They rounded the next corner and almost collided with an elderly woman pushing her own cart of neatly arranged vegetables and household goods. She looked up, saw them bickering about cookie sheets, and smiled. It was a fond, knowing smile — the kind that wrapped around her eyes like a warm hug.

To her, they must’ve looked like every other young couple — playfully arguing in a quiet grocery store on a lazy morning. There was something about the way Jeonghan leaned into Seungcheol when pointing at a bag of chocolate chips, or how Seungcheol automatically reached out to straighten Jeonghan’s crooked collar, that made it look natural. Intimate. Easy.

Seungcheol caught the look. He leaned over to nudge Jeonghan with his elbow. “She thinks we’re domestic gods.”

Jeonghan snorted under his breath. “If only she knew we’re about to turn our kitchen into a war zone.”

He tossed a bag of marshmallows into the cart for good measure — “for texture,” he claimed, though Seungcheol was starting to think he just wanted to make their kitchen resemble a candy shop.

Back at the dorm, Jeonghan wasted no time reclaiming the chaotic energy they’d briefly paused for their grocery detour.

The moment they stepped inside, he dumped the bags on the counter and grabbed his phone. With one decisive tap, he connected to their Bluetooth speaker and cranked up the volume. An upbeat SEVENTEEN track blared through the dorm, the bass vibrating faintly against the floor.

“Irony is the spice of life!” Jeonghan shouted over the music, tying his apron around himself again — slightly crooked, as always.

Seungcheol laughed from the kitchen doorway, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Jeonghan ignored him, already dancing his way through the kitchen like a sugar-high toddler at a birthday party. His socks were mismatched — one neon green, one blue with tiny avocados — and his hair was a beautiful mess of bedhead curls, barely held back by a headband he definitely stole from one of the other members.

He twirled with a bag of flour in his arms, spun dramatically in front of the fridge, and tossed a bag of chocolate chips into the air like it was a bouquet. It landed with a loud clatter on the floor, which didn’t seem to bother him at all.

Seungcheol, for his part, stood by the counter with a mixing bowl in hand, watching it all unfold with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

There was a moment — quiet, fleeting — where he didn’t move at all. He just watched Jeonghan. The sunlight through the kitchen window caught the edges of his face, casting soft shadows along his jaw. His grin was too wide, his dancing objectively terrible, but he was glowing. Pure mischief and joy, like he had bottled the feeling of a good dream and decided to live inside it.

And somehow, to Seungcheol, he had never looked more beautiful.

It hit him in the quiet way that most important things do. No fireworks. No thunder. Just that warm, grounding realization that there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than standing barefoot in a slightly messy dorm kitchen, watching Jeonghan do a very bad body roll while holding a bag of flour.

He didn’t even realize he was staring until Jeonghan caught him.

Pausing mid-spin, Jeonghan turned, catching the look on Seungcheol’s face. His eyes sparkled — not with mischief this time, but with something softer, quieter. A knowing gleam.

He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “You like what you see, chef-nim?”

Seungcheol chuckled, cheeks going warm as he ducked his head, hiding his grin behind the mixing bowl. “Unfortunately,” he muttered, but the fondness in his voice betrayed the truth.

He was already in too deep. And honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

It all started with the flour.

Jeonghan stood at the counter, the playlist still going in the background — some upbeat pop song that had faded into background noise by now, replaced in importance by the task at hand. He squinted down at the recipe book with the seriousness of a surgeon preparing for heart surgery, his eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed, measuring cup in hand.

“One cup of flour,” he read aloud, as though repeating it made the task less perilous. “Easy.”

He dipped the measuring cup into the large bag of flour, but it was clear from the start that this wasn’t going to end well. For one thing, Jeonghan was left-handed and clumsy in the mornings. For another, he was also distracted — swaying his hips slightly to the beat of the music, still running on sugar and spite from their earlier grocery adventure.

The bag tipped. Slightly at first.

And then, as if in slow motion, gravity took over.

A white, fluffy cloud burst from the top of the bag like a tiny snowstorm erupting in their kitchen. It billowed over the mixing bowl, over the counter, and most unfortunately, right into Seungcheol’s face.

“Yah!” Seungcheol sputtered, staggering back as he waved a hand in front of him. “What are you doing?!”

Jeonghan blinked innocently, though his face was already dusted like a powdered mochi. He was smiling — that unbothered, slightly unhinged grin that signaled mischief of the highest level.

“It’s called seasoning,” he declared, brushing a streak of flour from his apron like he’d just won an award for innovation.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes, coughing a little as he wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“That’s not how baking works.”

Jeonghan shrugged. “Sure it is. A little chaos in every bite.”

Before Seungcheol could properly begin his lecture on proper baking technique — probably including a rant about gluten development or precision ratios — Jeonghan dipped his finger into the barely mixed dough and flicked a glob straight at Seungcheol.

It landed with a perfect, soft splatt on his cheek.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Seungcheol stared at Jeonghan. Then, slowly, with absolute precision, wiped the dough off his face using two fingers. His eyes gleamed with mock-danger — the kind that said you’ve done it now.

“You’re dead,” he said.

Jeonghan squeaked. An actual, high-pitched squeak that broke into a half-laugh, half-gasp as he bolted around the kitchen island.

The chase was immediate.

Seungcheol lunged with the speed of someone far more awake than he’d been twenty minutes ago. Jeonghan let out a strangled shriek, dodging just in time, knocking over a stool with his hip as he ducked behind the counter. A flurry of flour followed — Seungcheol scooping up a handful and flinging it like snow at his fleeing partner.

It hit squarely in the middle of Jeonghan’s back, leaving a perfect, ghostly-white handprint on the black fabric of his T-shirt.

Jeonghan twisted around, breathless and laughing, already scooping up a clump of cookie dough with gleeful intent.

“Don’t you dare—!” Seungcheol shouted, one hand raised in warning.

Too late.

Plop.

The dough hit Seungcheol right between the eyebrows.

Jeonghan doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach, nearly collapsing onto the floor. “You look like a failed mochi,” he wheezed between gasps.

Seungcheol slowly wiped the dough off his face with theatrical slowness, then fixed Jeonghan with a look that promised absolute retribution.

“Come here.”

Jeonghan’s laughter immediately shifted into panic. “No no no no—!”

He turned on his heel to run, but the floor was slick with flour. His socks skidded out from under him, and he barely caught himself on the counter’s edge.

Seungcheol didn’t waste the opportunity. He pounced.

Arms wrapped around Jeonghan’s waist, catching him mid-escape. There was a startled yelp, and then Seungcheol spun them both around once, just for the hell of it, before pinning Jeonghan gently against the counter. Not hard — not serious. But enough to trap him.

They were both breathless, their chests heaving from the exertion and the laughter. Jeonghan’s hair stuck up in wild directions, coated in a thin layer of flour. Seungcheol wasn’t faring any better — there was a glob of dough still stuck in his hoodie, and his face was streaked with white powder like some chaotic war paint.

But then… the world stilled.

The air was thick with the scent of vanilla extract, brown sugar, and adrenaline. Their faces were inches apart — so close that Seungcheol could see the way Jeonghan’s lashes fluttered as he caught his breath. His hands rested lightly on Seungcheol’s chest, not pushing away, just… holding. Steadying.

Seungcheol’s hands had settled on Jeonghan’s back, fingers unconsciously tracing small circles into the fabric of his shirt.

Time slowed.

There was something in Jeonghan’s eyes now — no longer mischief, but a softness. A quiet affection that flickered under his gaze like a secret. It made Seungcheol’s heart stutter, made his grip tighten just a little.

He didn’t even realize he was leaning in until Jeonghan’s grin returned — sharp and playful.

“Not so easy, chef-nim,” he said, ducking out of Seungcheol’s arms and skipping away with a triumphant laugh.

Seungcheol groaned loudly and pressed his flour-covered forehead against the counter. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“I already did!” Jeonghan called cheerfully, spinning in place like a sugar-high ballerina, arms outstretched, carefree.

The first batch of cookies was an undeniable tragedy.

Somewhere in the whirlwind of flour fights and dramatic chases, the dough had been overmixed. Instead of the soft, chewy texture promised by the recipe book, they ended up with a sticky, weirdly elastic mass that oozed more than it held shape.

Still, neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

Jeonghan rolled lumpy balls of dough onto the baking tray with the same confidence he applied to everything in life — as if chaos was a valid culinary method. Seungcheol followed behind him, rearranging them silently, muttering about spacing and airflow like a man clinging to the last threads of control.

Once the tray was in the oven, Seungcheol slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, absolutely spent. His hoodie was half unzipped, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair stuck out at wild angles. He looked like he’d just survived a food fight and an emotional rollercoaster — which, in fairness, he had.

“I feel like we fought a war,” he muttered.

“And lost,” Jeonghan agreed brightly, kicking off his socks and flopping dramatically onto the floor.

They laughed — real, unfiltered laughter that echoed off the kitchen tiles.

Jeonghan’s playlist shifted into a slower, funkier beat. Something groovy with a retro bounce, and he immediately stood back up and started dancing — if it could be called that. He strutted in exaggerated movements, hips popping out dramatically, fingers snapping out of sync. His hands ran through his flour-covered hair like he was modeling for a wildly inappropriate shampoo commercial.

Seungcheol watched him with growing amusement and a losing battle with his own face. He tried not to smile. He failed miserably.

Jeonghan pointed directly at him and struck a pose like he was on stage.

“You’re the worst,” Seungcheol called hoarsely, resting his chin in his hand.

“And yet,” Jeonghan said, spinning into a bow, “you love me.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth to argue — but then he smelled it.

Something sharp. Acrid.

They both froze mid-laugh.

“Do you smell that?” Jeonghan asked, nose wrinkling.

Seungcheol shot up like someone had lit a fire under him. “The cookies!”

He sprinted to the oven, nearly tripping over a bag of sugar. The second he opened the door, a puff of smoke whooshed out, making him cough as he yanked the tray from the rack.

The cookies were blackened around the edges, deflated in the middle, and smelled more like burnt toast than dessert.

Jeonghan stood behind him, doubled over in laughter, one hand slapping the counter as he gasped for air.

“You’re a menace,” Seungcheol groaned, waving a kitchen towel in front of the smoke detector.

“And you’re weak,” Jeonghan laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You got distracted!”

Seungcheol turned to look at him — this messy, chaotic, ridiculous human who was still swaying on his feet, flour on his cheeks and sparkles in his eyes.

He sighed deeply… and smiled.

“I can’t even deny it.”

THE END

[wooahaes]

hii its tattoo anon again <3 i just wanted to update you i loved cheols part of uts and cheol is one of my biases and i am so in love with his part!! i found this series almost a year ago and its bittersweet now that it has ended. i am so excited to see what comes next for the poly fic and your new works in general. i also hope that u saw my last message!! also i wanted to ask because idk if i didnt realize it or missed it but did you ever reveal who gave mouse the little stuffed mouse? if im not mistaken was it jeonghan? i have been wanting to figure out who it was but idk if i got it wrong lol. have a good day!

omg hi lovely!! i 100% saw ur last message and meant to respond and then. either forgot or got busy w school stuff, im blanking on which is it which probably just means it slipped my mind :( sorry!!

im literally gonna copy it over here and answer both this ask + the previous one to make it easier so uhh long response under the readmore !! i hope that's okay :(

okie dokie ill address this ask first

hi!!! you've been following the series since like... very close to the beginning then haha which is v v sweet and ill sob rn!!

i think i mentioned jeonghan working on the lil plush mouse during cheol UtS but didn't address it further, but yes! it was going to come up during poly fic at some point where he made all of the plushies for each person as a way of like. giving ppl comfort, esp when they show up & don't join the group at first (so that they have Something there w them, im the kind of person who needs something in my arms in order to sleep haha so that's where it's mainly coming from).

and for ur last ask:

hi its me again the tattoo anon LOL. i just wanted to reply to what you said and im so glad that i made you happy with what i said and i genuinely mean it. this is a little vulnerable but ever since i started liking svt i think a major reason why i love them so much is because they are a big group of friends and i have friends, but not that many so stanning svt in general is so comforting because of the closeness of all of them but finding this fic was like. a fucking dream for me because them being such a big close knit group and it being like the found family trope is perfect and the way you write and portray them is so comforting. genuinely i meant it when i said its one of my favorite things i have stumbled upon in my life, i have shared this story with my friends and they love it too and when we watch some edits of seventeen or see something in general that reminds us of this fic we say “this is so under the sun coded” and its like an inside joke with me and my friends. you literally changed the trajectory of my life with this fic lol. when im having a hard time in my personal life i come back to this little world u created by either just thinking about it before i fall asleep or rereading it and i want to thank you for being a writer. i hope you enjoy writing what you write bc i know that i certainly enjoy it and i hope you are proud of urself. anyway i think selling subtle stickers would be so awesome and i will definitely buy them. also since i submitted my last ask i have thought about little ideas for a tattoo maybe?? like what about like a small drawing of a church and like 13 little people around it with a little sun?!? or flowers like you said OR getting little drawings of the animals each person has? i think that would be so cute. or like maybe a little sash blindfold?? anyway ur awesome i love u thank u

the first time i tried to answer this ask, my long response ended up deleted bc i switched tabs for a second to check something and then tumblr just... deleted it??? which was v frustrating, kind of makes me hate the new post editor a Lot!

but to be vulnerable as well, i think i started writing UtS at like... a difficult point in my life? not difficult as in the painful way, but difficult as in 'there's a lot going on right now and i've never felt more alone than i do now' i guess? it's like... i started writing it right before my final semester of college, and i'm an online student, so i don't get to go out and be in a classroom with other people. sometimes i call myself an introvert when i think the term 'ambivert' has always fit more--i don't detest being social, i do tend to enjoy it! but i still need alone time to make up for it since it's draining. and idk, i was lost for a while on who i am and what i want to do with my life?

and i feel like writing UtS has put me in a vulnerable position to like... question a lot more about myself as a person. i have friends, sure, but no one i go out to see in person since i'm not exactly like... in a good place for that kind of interaction (deep south bible belt, haha... makes not being straight something i struggle with sometimes). i think the important part of UtS is the acceptance they all have for one another, and it's something i personally wish to have a lot more of in my offline life. i think even if i had the idea without darl+ing, it would have ended up being a svt fic due to how close they are and how much they care for one another.

also tbh i just love the found family trope. i love the idea and process of choosing your own family in a sense and saying 'these are MY people and i love them' ig.

also u showing the fic to ur friends + the comment abt being like 'this is UtS coded' ill SOB!!! i will!!! thats literally so cute and sweet of u!!! (pls feel free to send me any of ur 'this is UtS coded' thoughts i would always love to hear them haha)

but like. this is why i write. i like being able to impact people and help them escape life and be happy for a while. its why it always means a lot to me when i get feedback on my work and see people be happy with what i write (... even if sometimes its angsty haha--moving people to feel is a huge compliment by itself!). im glad you have UtS. im glad i have it now, too.

i do enjoy writing, btw, and i loved writing uts. even with the frustration periods where i didn't touch it for a while, i genuinely enjoyed writing uts a lot. i think i owe a lot of that to people like you, who read it and show support for the series! its always easier to read something when i know there's someone who will enjoy it. i remember smiling hard when i rewrote the ending to cheol uts bc of how fucking stoked i was to share it tbh!!! also bc i messaged savv 'lol this is gonna be devastating (/pos)' at one point i think sdkfhsdf but i was genuinely excited to finish it and get it out to u guys!! i dont know who i would be if i didn't write, and despite like... all of the bad shit that's happened in my life that i've turned to writing to pull myself out of it, i don't think i'd ever give it up. i think it's too deeply a part of me to ever give up. maybe one day i'll get published lol

ill definitely put more thought into subtle stickers for UtS (and maybe some other series haha cant remember if i mentioned that last time but UtS felt like the bigger one)! might have to ask around my friend circle for tips on designing them >:3

ohh i like ur tattoo ideas :0 im not sure what would look good so i hope u consult a tattoo artist with ur ideas eventually!! the idea of the lil church w a sun + 13 ppl is rly cute? if u do the sash-blindfold thing, u could always have a lyric inside of it or something if u wanna play w that :3c pls feel free to keep me updated further!!

sorry i didnt get to this ask until now but i hope u are doing well mwah mwah have a good day ur awesome ily

[zerobaseonefics]

i'm glad to know i'm not insane because 😪😪 doom at your service ricky has taken over my mind

but i also thought for a bit about the other zb1 members and which kdrama male lead they'd be and i already have a few of them!!

so first of all the lil cutie park gunwook. HE IS LITERALLY THE LOVE CHILD OF HAN SEOJUN AND LEE SUHO don't tell me i'm wrong because i am RIGHT. he looks super intimidating and acts so confident just like han seojun but soon enough we find out both of them are just cute boys that deserve all the love in the world💔💔 and like suho, gunwook is academically smart and comes off as intimidating but he's just a lil awkward that's all.

the second candidate is kim taerae as this bro from while you were sleeping i forgot his name. BUT i just thought of it while on the toilet and everybody knows toilet thoughts are superior. like both of them are super attractive but they're also kind of losers (affectionate 🫶). idk but taerae just fits his vibe SO MUCH i swear!! i can see him doing whatever the male lead did in the show. the awkward things AND the brave/badass things 😽

and then we have your bias as kang chul from w two worlds. they're both the main characters from their shows and. idk. hanbin just fits the vibe toooooo much. he would be SO cool as an agent or whatever tf kang chul was but yeah millionaire hanbin, rlly smexy🤧 he cared so much for his friends and family, it's just. ugh. perfect.

and lastly, the last member is jiwoong but it's probably not as accurate. kang taemoo. IKIK ricky "young and rich tall and handsome" and all that blah blah but jiwoong just fits so much as well???? i can literally see him go "you know what my credit card and my love for you have in common? they both have no limit" and then send a wink your way. taemoo was flirty but unintentionally, jiwoong would do it intentionally 😪 also we know that taemoo was for the boys and the girls (he and his manager......... 🤨) and we know what jiwoong was doing before lol.

yeah that was all i could think of. i kind of think hao could be lee suho while gunwook would be han seojun but yeah gunwook fits the both of them ate the same time a lil too much. i haven't watched enough kdramas to assign all members a male lead sadly☹️

-anon_x2

ok im sorry that im answering this just now omg i read it yesterday but tbh i was so tired my brain couldn't speak english correctly....... and i wanted to give you a proper answer cUZ I LOVE YOUR MESSAGE

you're sooo right about gunwook and if i had to choose which one of suho or seojun i'll give him, i think i'd go with seojun bcz of his personality. ++ the way seojun respected jookyung regardless of whether or not she loved him back, and never left her side </3 this is a very gunwook thing me thinks

next omg WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING IS MY FAVORITE KDRAMA </3 i can totally picture him in jung jaechan cuz you said it yourself... :

AND HE IS ONE. A LOSER WHO ALWAYS ENDS UP WINNING BUT STILL.

i could've seen gyuvin in this as well BUT THEN. idk if you've seen weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo BUT HEAR ME OUT GYUVIN IN THE ROLE OF NAM JOOHYUK IN THIS ONE. IT'S SCREAMING GYUVIN THE MAN IS ALWAYS CAUSING TROUBLE AND JOKING AROUND BUT‼️‼️‼️ HE'S SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT‼️‼️‼️ bonus point : he is tall

now i have to correct you SUNG HANBIN IS NOT MY BIAS 👹👹👹👹 EVERYONE IS SAYING THE CONTRARY BUT MY BIAS IS GUNWOOK 👹👹👹👹👹👹 i've never finished W cuz the female lead was pissing me off but i can definitly see hanbin playing kang cheol ✋🏼 however . i have another proposition . idk if you've seen the korean movie 20th century girl (if you didnt, i recommand you to!! it's not long since it's a movie and i personally loved it) but hanbin is giving pong woonho

i haven't seen business proposal yet so idk the character you're talking abt for jiwoong </3 but with what you're telling me abt him, it seems quite correct and jiwoong is an actor anyways he better adapt to my anon² thoughts 👹

as for hao i could say baek inho from cheese in the trap???? or maybe i'm just saying this cuz he plays music and im in love with both of them

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 2]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; cam show, masturbation, dirty talk, sir!kink, tiny jealous!seungcheol. Wow! Thank you all so much for your interest in Cherry Bomb and our very favorite simp! LMAO 😆 And thank you all for being so patient! I know one week drags on when ur waiting for content so thank you so so so so so much for your patience! 🥰🍒 also, some new characters in this, am sorry if ur not a fan but the rest of svt r also simps in this so we had to expand a bit 🤪 HAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL!!!

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It’s 10:05AM when Seungcheol makes it to work, tossing his things in his employee locker before pocketing his phone and heading out to the floor for the day.

He’d gotten approximately 3 hours of sleep and the giddiness was still eating him up when he greets Jeongguk; the tall male that works at the concession stand at the roller rink.

“Hey Seungcheol-hyung! Whoa, you look like you didn’t get any sleep, what happened to you?” The two share a laugh; Seungcheol ruffling his own hair as he sighs. “I couldn’t sleep last night, I was just too… Uh, excited about w-work…” He stutters out, Jeongguk’s eyebrow raised almost immediately at the blatant lie.

“Hyung, we’ve been working here for months. No offense, but nobody gets excited about coming here. Yoongi-hyung is hiding in the restroom as we speak.” Jeongguk deadpans, eyes rolling as he passes Seungcheol a water bottle. “Did you get laid?”

Not really, but kinda? But no, Seungcheol thinks.

“Nah, I just, I got a new PC game and I stayed up all night playing. You know how it is!” Jeongguk nods in understanding.

Seungcheol checks his phone for the umpteenth time since he’d woken up and you still hadn’t texted him. Not that he entirely expected to be woken up to a text message from you, but he perhaps had dreamt of it; waking up and scrambling to find the device while he shook the sleep from his eyes.

Sighing, he pockets the device, swiping the water bottle off of the countertop before he shoots Jeongguk a fixed stare. “When does Namjoon-hyung get back from his vacation?” Namjoon was one of the managers who’d gone on an extended vacation recently which left Seungcheol picking up extra shifts. 

On normal occasions, he would’ve politely declined but seeing as it meant extra cash, he practically begged to take them.

“Mmm, dunno. Maybe like a week?” Seungcheol mentally cheers; that meant one more week of extra pay even if he dragged his tired body home every night. He would finally be able to buy you that Sybian that he’d been saving up for. You never asked for one but Seungcheol liked to spoil you and quite frankly, he wanted to see you fall apart on it while you thought of him.

“Cool, well, I’ll be disinfecting the rollerskates. Tell Yoongi-hyung to come help me if he ever emerges from the restroom.”

“You got it, hyung!”

In the time between leaving Jeongguk at the concession stand and the fourth pair of skates he’s disinfected, a party of ten show up at the roller rink; loud and obnoxious as they set their things everywhere. He sighs, knowing exactly that he would be the one to clean up the mess afterwards.

Seungcheol watches the gaggle of teens fumble all over the rink, a sigh on his lips as he sanitizes another pair of skates. He contemplated every single day if it was worth working at the old and usually empty rollerskating rink, but he had to admit, it paid obscenely well. Nobody wanted to work there so his boss basically paid him double his old wage; silent screams running through his head as soon as he realized that meant he can afford to spoil you with more gifts. That had been hard when he was working at the diner down the street.

“Hey ‘Cheol, some kid broke the wheels off of his rental skates. D’you think you can go handle it?” Yoongi drawls, eyes glued to his phone as he waits for Seungcheol’s reply.

Goddamnit.

“Sure, let me just finish cleaning these.”

Yoongi nods, walking off. Seungcheol sets the old pair of skates down, dusting off his work pants as he stands up. He feels his phone vibrate in the pocket, fishing it out to check what it is.

[cherry_clouds has gone live!]

His vision goes red; pupils shaking when he sees it. You never went live this early in the day. He can feel his throat going dry, panicked screaming in his head when he realizes his break isn’t for another hour and a half and your shows usually lasted at least 45 minutes on a short day. But Seungcheol can’t miss this; not after the two of you had spoken last night.

Seungcheol’s teeth clench as he glances around the loud room, seeing his co-workers on the floor. He just needed to catch your show for at least 15 minutes and he swore he’d be fine.

“Fuck them kids.” He mutters under his breath, beelining for the employee restroom.

Seungcheol says a thankful prayer, locking the door behind him as he sits on the countertop. Just a few minutes; 20 tops. He lowers the volume so nobody can hear your voice except for him.

tangerine_kwan: whoa, a morning show?

alphagyu97: for once, i’m glad i wake up early

xcaliburDK: honestly, same

You giggle on screen, wiping the sleepiness from your eyes as you stretch out on your bedsheets. Seungcheol smiles appreciatively; you’d slept in the cute sheer lavender babydoll he’d sent you when you first hit 5k subs. “I know… it’s really rare, huh? I woke up and I felt so needy… I was so wet when I woke up…” He watches with bated breath as you tease yourself, running your hands from your torso down between your legs.

artist8hao: oh? what’s on your mind, doll?

universe_WZ: what did i miss

“I was just thinkin’, y’know? I couldn’t sleep last night after I finished all the important stuff I had to do~ ‘n you didn’t miss anything yet~” You tease, fingertips pressing into your soaking panties as you moan.

dom.cheol: i couldn’t sleep either… too busy thinkin’ about you ;)

Seungcheol feels the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, checking how much time has passed since he holed up in the restroom.

dom.cheol has donated $50

therealchan99 has donated $25

therealchan99: all the insomniacs are probably cryin rn

sleepy_wonu: speak for yourself, i’m deadass in the middle of my forensics lab with headphones on and the screen dimmed to hell

“Oho~ Is our sleepy_wonu trying to be a forensics scientist?” You giggle, biting your lip cutely as you stare into the camera lens.

sleepy_wonu: ya, maybe i can buy you gifts if i ever start getting paid big bucks

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow at the comments, jealousy bubbling up at one of your other regulars. He typically tried to keep his jealousy in check, knowing that just because he showered you with gifts didn’t mean the two of you were exclusive or that you owed him anything. And he especially knew you always liked to engage with your viewers and ask them about themselves.

“Hmm~ Our dom.cheol seems quiet this morning~ Everything okay, sir?” Seungcheol feels the arousal pouring over his body and he tries to will it away;  after all, he still needed to get back to work once you were done.

dom.cheol: everything’s ok, sweetheart. you’re very cute in the morning

Your eyes pierce the camera and Seungcheol can momentarily feel his breath stop; fingertips clutching his phone for dear life.

“Mmm, I went to sleep last night dreamin’ of nice and strong hands pinning me down to my bed ‘n fuckin me into the sheets…” You pause, slipping the sheer babydoll over your head which left you only in your lace panties. “And there was a really really really dominating voice making me cum and tellin’ me to take all of his cock and oh~ god, it’s like I could feel it!” You finish, slipping your soaking panties off before you spread your legs wide for the camera.

You don’t waste any time, plunging two fingers deep into your pussy as you keen, toes curling against the sheets as you start fucking yourself.

“Ngh, fu--fuck, ‘n they made me cum over and, hah, o-over, fucking my pussy ‘n my ass… ‘n then cumming down my throat… Mmh and I still wanted more even when they filled me up with so much cum~”

Seungcheol’s throat is drier than a desert, almost dropping his phone as he listens to you. There was absolutely no way you weren’t talking about him.

tangerine_kwan: holy shit

dom.cheol: what else, baby

You curl your fingers, barely able to touch your g-spot and it makes you wonder for a second how well Seungcheol could finger you and how much of his cock you could take.

“A-ah, and--mmh, and I--I kept begging ‘Sir, p-please fuck me more!’ ‘n I felt so f-full… God, it felt so real~ I really needed to cum when I woke up so I turned on my cam~” You whine, thumb pressing down onto your clit. You hated to admit it but thinking of Seungcheol’s deep voice and obscenely handsome good looks was enough to make you cum once more before you even went to sleep and now even your subconscious seemed to crave the devilishly handsome male.

alphagyu97 has donated $75

dom.cheol has donated $250

artist8hao: those cute ‘lil fingers enough to satisfy your greedy pussy?

Mewling, you start rubbing circles on your clit, chasing the quickly growing urge to cum. The sound of donations flood your ears but all you can think of is Seungcheol’s deep voice groaning and growling into your ear. “No~ I want m-more but… but I came so much last night too! Maybe I am a ‘lil greedy, huh?” You tease, adding a third finger as you moan loudly. The stretch felt good; head imagining Seungcheol’s fingers as you fuck yourself faster.

dom.cheol: why don’t you cum? I can see you want to, sweetheart.

“Mmm, is it okay, sir? Can I cum already?” You ask shyly, batting your eyelashes at the camera as Seungcheol grits his teeth, cock throbbing in his work pants. He would definitely need to take care of this before he stepped back out onto the floor.

dom.cheol: cum, babygirl, you deserve it.

Your eyes snap shut right after you read Seungcheol’s comment, biting your lip as you race to your orgasm. The sound of your fingers fucking into your wet pussy and your moans are all Seungcheol can hear, pupils blown wide knowing you just came thinking about him, probably. Or so he hoped, at least.

You can feel your legs shaking, threatening to snap shut as your orgasm crests; the sound of rapid fire donations battering your ears as you cum hard on your own fingers. Choked sobs and cries are all you can muster, shapes dancing behind your eyelids the entire time the pleasure washes over you.

xcaliburDK: well goddamn, good morning to me

sleepy_wonu: fuck

universe_WZ: i… speechless

Seungcheol smiles smugly to himself, mentally patting himself on the back.

“Mm… ‘m so tired…” You murmur, slipping your wet fingers from inside your pussy as you moan at the emptiness. Seungcheol watches as you lick your fingers, cleaning them off before you lay on your side facing the camera.

universe_WZ: i think u deserve a nap

alphagyu97: yea, cuz holy shit fuck that was hot

therealchan99: god i love it when u dirty talk

j__min has donated $400

j__min: me too, dollface ;)

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s face at the newcomer, blood draining from his body at how much they seemed to donate on the first go.

“Huh? Oh! Do we have a new regular?” You inquire, sleepiness lacing your voice. A nap was definitely needed after the last 24 hours of your life.

j__min: ur quite cute, might need to keep my eye on u princess ;)

dom.cheol has donated $450

That’ll show them, Seungcheol thinks. He didn’t often think of himself as competitive either, but goddamn, would he go the extra mile for you.

You giggle tiredly on camera and he can see the sleepiness in your eyes, watching with fondness as you answer a few more comments, yawning cutely as you stretch out on the bedsheets again. He mentally thanks you for not giving the newcomer any extra attention.

dom.cheol: take a nap, sweetheart.

Nodding, you yawn once more. “Okay, everyone~ I think I’m gonna take that nap you all seem to want me to take, hehe~ ‘n then I’ll probably wake up and get some food delivered ‘cause I’m still really tired after last night… But I just can’t help it, y’know? Sometimes I just wanna be fucked nice ‘n hard by a real cock~” Winking, you say your goodbyes, thanking them for their donations and support; blowing the camera a kiss before you end the stream.

Seungcheol lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, body slumping atop the counter. He had loads of questions now that you were off air. Firstly, were you thinking about him? Secondly, who the fuck was j__min?

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he checks the clock. 45 minutes. He groans. At least nobody had come looking for him.

Seungcheol places his phone down onto the counter, biting his lip and palming himself over his work pants before he thinks, screw it.

A satisfied groan spills from his lips as soon as he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock, not wasting another second before he starts a quick pace. He imagines your tight pussy and your face contorting in pleasure as he fucks you into your own bedsheets, thrusting up into his clenched fist as the images linger in his mind. Licking his lips, he thinks about your sweet moans as you beg him for more, stray tears slipping down your cheeks when you call him ‘sir’ through choked sobs.

And it doesn’t take long before Seungcheol is cumming, teeth biting into his bottom lip to keep his noises in as the euphoria washes over him.

He sighs, sated, as he slows down his strokes, thankful he didn’t get any cum on his work pants.

Seungcheol gives himself a second to catch his breath, shuffling off of the countertop to get cleaned up before he steps back out. He grimaces when he meets his own eyes in the dingy mirror; he’d just gotten off at work while you did an extremely rare morning show. Granted, it wasn’t the lowest he’d ever felt but definitely was a contender.

Shaking his head, he steps back out, the outdated pop music hitting his ears as soon as the roller rink comes back into view.

The gaggle of teens are still on the floor, Jeongguk looks unbothered and Yoongi sits by the skate rental booth; not a single one of them even noticing he was missing for the approximate hour he was in the restroom.

He really loved his job.

That night, Seungcheol trudges home more tired than he usually is.

You still hadn’t texted him, which was fine. But he had checked his phone every second he had free, zoning out when he saw no new notifications.

Seungcheol toes his shoes off once he crosses the threshold of his studio apartment, making his way to the sofa before he flops down onto it. He scrolls through a few apps, mindlessly reading a few things before his stomach growls.

“Guess I should eat…” He mumbles to himself, placing his phone onto his chest before he closes his eyes for a second. Sighing, he relaxes, almost falling asleep. It was generally really loud at work with the people and the music always blaring, so he liked to bask in the quietness whenever he had the chance to.

This time, however, the peace and quiet doesn’t last long when his phone vibrates on his chest, alerting him of a text message. He grabs his phone at lightning speed, eyes wide when he sees a text message from an unknown number. Quickly opening the notification, his pupils shake as he recognizes your typing style almost immediately.

Unknown Number: Cheollie~ ><;; ‘m sorry I didn’t text sooner… i was kinda shy… and i slept so much too hehe~ oops~ i hope i’m not bothering you? i didn’t know when it was a good time…

Seungcheol shakes his head at his phone, sitting up as the excitement blooms within him again. He take a moment to figure out the best response, typing and erasing the same sentence three times before he sends it.

‘Not at all, sweetheart. ;) How was your nap?’

[woozi]

YZA YZA MY BESTIE 🤍

HOW WAS CHEERS FOR YOU? im so so happy with the leaderline cb, i still can't believe we got it. all 3 of them slayed it with capital s <3 (also vv happy about it dropping on my birthday 🥺) vv excited for the repackage also.

how was concert for you?!! did you get to watch? i hope you did ( look at me asking as if we both actually attended 💀 ) felt so good to watch them perform after ages best two days of last month tbh. i cannot let shadow choreo get out of my mind godddd and cheol was so right about gyu's part being addicting (AND LIVE SHADOW GYU 💀🔥 GOD HELP US) they all looked so good eap in those prince outfits, and so so soft in their snapshoot encore outfits 🥺🤍 what were your favorite performances?

also what were/are your rankings of face the sun i wanna know tell me tell me:3, and OFC " 'bout you " ranks high in my list and is even more dear to me, always puts me in good mood no matter what 🥺 it's cheery, so upbeat, it's like a jar filled with colorful sweet clouds. darling has also become one of my favorite soft songs it's v cute i've lost the count of how many times i have listened to don quixote and shadow jsjdjdkdj total opposite of bout you and i love that so much. the angst and edgy vibe these two have i love love that.

that being said manifesting don quixote and cheers live performance we badly need it ( if you leave me too bc i love crying <3 djjsdjdk )

OMG ALSO im so happy my beloved 2 minus 1 made it on the setlist. vernon and shua should collab often tbh they always bring out bops.

wanted to recommend you some music last time i dropped ask but forgot dhdjkd woodz (album : colorful trauma ) and woosung (album: moth ) also released music in may along w got7 and svt. i wanted to tell you they also made may music wise good for me i feel like you'll like a song or two from these

also how have you been? <3 what has been your mind? <3 what music have you been listening to? <3 missed you very much 🥺 sending you best vibes as always and happy birthday month to you :3 hope july is very very kind and lovely to you. sending/receiving replies to you really be charging me with serotonin for days fr <3 thank you for listening to me 🥺🤍

also have i told you how i love it whenever i open your ask box and see " ask woozi a question " hsjdjdkdkd

MA CHERIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE <3

i think it's good!!! not yet obsessed w her but she might be a grower <3 i love the choreo sm though 👁 AND IM SO SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!

AND I DID WATCH THE CON ON BOTH DAYS <333333333 was so pumped tbh, they really were about Performances this time and i LOOVE THAT sm <3 ok but you're SOOOOOOOOO valid JFDHSJFDSH could he please put the double ds away 😭😭 also isn't shadow the choreo they rushed 👁 (idk if im rmb things correctly) it's even MORE amazing how they pulled that off tbh and for that to become ur fave <3 incredible!! i really loved the rearrangements for BeTS sm i thoroughly enjoyed all the performances but i'd say wave tbh <33 its FRESH!! also omg r u going to see them irl as well?

ALSO SAUR TRUEEEEEEE <3 darling has grown on me a LOT tbh <3 also love how u appreciated songs from opposite ends of the spectrum 😋 my ranking changes a lot but rn its hot > ash > don quixote = march = darling = shadow = domino = bout you > if you leave me

also they did perform don quixote (or is my memory lying to me fjsdhfsd im pretty sure they did though bc i rmb it from soundcheck) <3 AND NOT WANTING TO CRY PLEASE FDJHDSFDS

AND I KNOW?????????????????????????? god rocket line really is a blessing to humanity i'm so glad they were included in the set list

ALSO OH MY GOD ILY EVEN MORE I DIDNT KNOW U LISTENED TO WOODZ AND WOOSUNG TOO????????????????????? IM KICKING RN???????????????? ur taste oh MY GOD. i'm so so glad i met u tbh <3 and ure right may really brought us some BANGERS

i've been on summer break for a month now so it's been v fun for me, i finally got lots of sleep + got to do things i kept putting off bc of uni <3 so that's great!! honestly i'm just a svtpoppie 😭😭😭 but lately i've been more obsessed w sunmi than usual i really love her latest release <3 u should listen to it if u have the time!!

thank u for always being so kind ily vm </3 happy birthday month to US!! thank u for always hanging out w me <3 MWAH

PLS DSJKFSDHF THAT IS SO CUTE OF U 😭😭😭 wish i could also ask jihoon a question fr lmao ANYWAY!! hope u get to eat good food and spend the day as u want <3 hope today brings u much joy i love UUUUUUUU!!

[cheolbooluvr]

cheol chasing mingyu— 😭 i literally died at how they went off set omfg it was so funny sjdjdjd i’m hoping they continue don’t lie as well, it’s just so fun to watch,, plus i just love seeing all the sets they’ve done or plan on doing. i want to see them do a historical don’t lie aaah that would be so cool,,

two hours of sleep oh my- i hope you’re resting now!! :( but wedding preparations sound so FUN and i bet the scenery is really nice too omgomg, around what area did u go to (if ur comfy sharing)?

i’ve seen official part switches they’ve done but only snippets of the caratland ones djskdk BUT YES svt all rounders :’))) so proud of them hhhh

HELP WHY DO I BIAS THE CHAOTIC BICKERING LINE (gyucheolboo) but it was so funny i was trying to contain myself while i watched it on the plane adskfjalj

A HISTORICAL DON’T LIE NOW THERE’S AN IDEA!!! any excuse to get seventeen in hanbok is my kinda content. i hope if they don’t do a historical don’t lie, at least they’ll do some kind of historical content lol

i’ve rested a bit, but since i’m helping w my friend’s wedding, we’ve been running around doing lots these days!! but yes i love weddings and i love love so this is a lot of fun for me :) i’m in the central coast of california, in wine country so lots of wineries and vineyards and it’s inspiring some stories in my brain :o

the caratland perfs are hands down some of the best performances you will ever watch (or at least i think so) — also speaking of caratland i lost my mind when they announced caratland for this year jdkjfkalsdfs TEARS

[urtypicalemolady]

IDK You Yet (707 x Fem! Reader)

hi! so, i really love mystic messenger so I decided to write one about my favorite hacker Luciel Choi/707. Hope y'all enjoy it!!

Warning: There might be spoilers!! I repeat! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!   ~~~~~~~~~~

707's P.O.V

I sat in my room, eating Honey Buddha Chips with PhD Pepper while looking at my PC. I'm currently watching the CCTV Y/n is at. I keep looking every 2.35 seconds to see if she left or anyone came in. I know that's weird but I can't help it. I have a really bad feeling about what's going on right now.

The hacker that sent Y/n to Rika's apartment sent emails to RFA members, my work hasn't been done and Ms. Vanderwood keeps bugging me about how my house is so messy. Plus...I can't focus because of Y/n.

I can't stop thinking about her. Everyone in the RFA are saying that we have feelings for each other which I keep denying it. I mean, I'm not really sure if I like her. Sure, I keep looking at the CCTV to see her face, keep waiting for her call just to hear her sweet, calming voice. Or how every time I try to code something I end up writing her name instead. Or how whenever we talk in the chatroom or on the phone, I feel happy and start to lose focus because I keep thinking about what she's doing. Or how I don't want her to get hurt because of me. Or how I made a robot dog that blows fire from it's mouth just for her...

Okay, maybe there's some affection there but I can't be with her. My work is too dangerous. If she get's involved with me, she will be in danger. I don't want that happening specially if I'm the reason she's hurt. Nothing good is going to come out if we get together.

"Agent 707!" I hear Ms. Vanderwood's voice.

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"I've been calling you for 30 seconds. Your phone is ringing. It's your beloved Y/n." He rolled his eyes and continued cleaning my living room. I immediately grabbed my phone and answered.

"Hello? Y/n? What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" I asked, worried. She chuckled. I feel myself blush because of how cute it sounded.

"Calm down, Luciel. I'm okay." She said. I sighed in relief and blushed more because she called me by my name and not Seven.

"Why did you call?" I asked, calming myself down yet my heart beats faster.

"Nothing I was bored...and I wanted to hear your voice." She said shyly. I blushed again.

"Ahh...my heart." I joked but it was the truth. She chuckled again.

"Tell me, are you looking at the CCTV camera?"

"Always...every-"

"3.25 seconds. Yeah, I know. I listen. Are you looking right now?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, confused.

She didn't answer. I hear shuffling then a door unlocking. I looked at the camera to see a girl standing there. She had a jacket same as mine (the black and yellow one), white tank top on and black sweatpants. I imagined how she would look in my clothes. Ahh, so cute.

"Hi!" I hear her voice from the phone and her figure waving at the camera. "I know that you're working so hard right now to catch the hacker. I'm sorry that that's happening to you. If I hadn't join the RFA then you wouldn't be working at so many things right now."

"Don't be sorry." I kept staring at her pretty face. She looked sad. I hated it. "I'm glad you joined."

"I'm glad I did too." She sat down on the floor. "How was your day?"

"Better now that I see you're safe. How's yours?"

"Perfect now that I hear your voice."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I ran out of food."

"You shouldn't skip meals, Y/n." I say in a warning tone. "It's bad for your health."

"I could say the same thing about you, Luciel. I bet you're eating Honey Buddha Chips right now with PhD Pepper." I see her smirk.

"You know me so well." I say lovingly.

"I want to tell you that I'm really proud of you for working your ass off. I know in the chatroom, you joke a lot but with your work and the message last night, I can tell that you're really stressed. I hope you get some rest or sleep tonight. I don't want you to get sick because I would be really sad." She pouted.

"Y/n..."

"Luciel, thank you for all your hard work." She smiled and did heart-finger. I smiled at the sight. "I can't see you right now but I can tell you're smiling."

"How are you so sure about that?"

"I don't know. I can just feel it. My seventh instinct, I guess you could say" She shrugged, then laughed at her own joke. I chuckled.

"You're a dork." I shook my head.

"You're the biggest dork. Also, I got this new jacket. You like it?"

"I do. It looks very cute on you."

"Really?" She stood up then gave me a twirl. She sat back down again with a smile. That distracting, pretty smile.

"You're making me lose focus." I say, in a slight rude tone. I didn't intend that.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She frowned. "Uhh, hope you catch the hacker soon so we can see each other and hang out. No pressure." She smiled then stood up. "I'm gonna go grocery shopping. Good luck! I'm rooting for you."

"I feel like I can do anything with you cheering for me."

"I'll call you tonight, okay? See you soon, Luciel!" She waved at the camera and walked away while ending the call. I sighed. I just had to push her away, did I?

"You pushed her away again." Ms. Vanderwood pointed out.

"I know." I laid my head back at the chair.

"Good. You know what will happen if she gets involved."

"I know, Ms. Vanderwood."

"I have a taser in my bag." He said for the fifth time today.

"Okay, Agent Vanderwood." I sighed again and put my head on the desk.

"I know you like her, Agent 707. But if boss finds out, she can get hurt. You'll be forced to have a new identity and possibly never see her again."

"I know."

I hear him sigh in defeat.

"Go finish the work boss needs then you can do RFA's work. I'll come back later. I'm going to get food."

"There's Honey-"

"Real food." He rolled his eyes and left my house. I sighed again.

I miss Y/n. But why? I barely know her. We've known each other for a week. For some reason, I want to hold her in my arms and never let her go. She's always on my mind. I need her but I don't even know her yet. I know basic stuff like her name, birthday, age, height, weight, etc. But I want to know more. Like, how she likes her coffee. Does she even drink coffee? What's her favorite color? What's her favorite movie? What would she look like with my cat onesie? Adorable, that's what.

A ring interrupted my thoughts. My ears perked up and I answered my ringing phone.

"Hello? Y/n?" I asked.

"Yes, God Seven." A male voice answered. I sighed in defeat.

"Hey, Zen." I said.

"Whoa, what's up with the sad tone? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just tired from work." I rubbed my temple. "Anyways, why did you call?"

"Oh. I read the chatroom. It seems like you've been denying your feelings for Y/n."

"I'm not denying anything. She's a member of the RFA. That's only why I'm worried."

"Right." He said in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you care?" I said, again, in a rude manner.

"Whoa, no need to get worked up, buddy. I'm just teasing."

"You're right." I calmed myself down. "I'm sorry. I’m just really tired.”

"Don't be. Look, if you like Y/n, go for it. Because it seems to me that she liked you back. You have a chance. Don't waste it."

"I don't like her."

"Whatever you say, man. Everyone can see how you two like each other. I'm just trying to help."

"Thanks but no thanks. Don't you have to look at yourself in the mirror?" I tried to end the conversation.

"Oh, you're right. Thanks for reminding me." I rolled my eyes. "But think about what I said. Go for it, man. She really likes you."

"Bye, Zen." I ended the call. I grabbed a handful of my hair. "I want to go for it. But I don't want her to get hurt."

*** 6 hours later...

I was tracing the hacker again when my phone rang. I didn't answer, too busy working. A few seconds later, it rang again. I took a breath and answered.

"Agent 707, at your service." I say in my usual cheerful voice.

"God Seven!" Y/n's beautiful voice rang from the other side of the device. "How are you this fine evening?"

"Amazing. How is my Y/n doing?" I smiled, leaning back on my chair, forgetting my work.

"Your Y/n?" She said in a teasing tone.

"O-oh, did I say that?" My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

"Don't be sorry. I like that." She giggled.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah. Speaking of names. Can I guess your real name?"

"What?"

"Luciel is your baptismal name. I wanna know your real name."

"My baptismal name is just as important as my birth name so I don't think you need to find out. I'm fine with Luciel, Seven Zero Seven, God Seven or Defender of Justice 707."

"But I wanna call you by your real name. I wanna know the real you." She said. My heart skipped a beat.

"W-what do you think my real name is?" I gave in.

"Can you give me a hint first?"

"It starts with S and eight letters."

"Hmm. S and eight letters."

"I really doubt you would get it."

"Try me." She sounded determined.

"How bout we make it more fun."

"Oooh, what do you suggest?"

"If you get it right...I'll come visit you at Rika's apartment. As soon as you get it, I'm coming over." I'm only saying this because I know she won't get it.

"Really?" She said happily. "Is that a promise?"

"I promise. But, you only have three tries."

"Dang.."

"Good luck." I smiled.

"Sebastian?"

"Wrong. Two more tries, princess." I chuckled. "I mean, Y/n."

"Sang-cheol?"

"Wrong again. That's not even eight letters. One more." I smiled. "You're not gon-"

"Saeyoung."

"What?" My smile dropped.

"Saeyoung. Is your name Saeyoung Choi?"

"..." I stayed silent.

"Hello? Seven? Luciel? Are you still there?"

"I guess I'll see you in an hour, Y/n." I ended the call and got ready.

I'm meeting the woman that made me feel thing I've never felt before. I know the risk but I also know how to be careful. I can't believe this is happening.

Y/n's P.O.V

"I guess I'll see you in an hour, Y/n." Luciel said then ended the phone call. My eyes widened in realization.

"I guess I'll see you, Saeyoung Choi." I smiled and got dressed up.

I'm going to meet the man that has made me feel happy and giddy this past week. I'm going to meet my protector. I can't believe this is happening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The end!

[scoups]

22, 26, 28, 32!

favorite...

22. era

Pretty U.... it’s so emotional for meeee omg

26. reality show

the first OFD!! comedy gold mine.

28. meme?

there’s so many but i recently rediscovered this one and it kills me

which member would you like to...

32. have as your boyfriend?

i said mingyu and cheol in the last ask so i’ll go into detail as to whyyyyy in this one. they ended up long but who’s really surprised....

gyu- is more of the bff boyfriend. always listens to your feelings and tries to kick ppls ass for u when you have a bad day... takes turns picking date locations bc sometimes he just doesn’t know what tf u want and he’d rather be honest than bum u out with a bad date. wants u to cook with him so u can spend more time together... even though there’s never enough room, bc he occupies most of it, and it’s always a messy job. constantly holding ur hand and swinging it around and using it to talk with his hands bc he’s not gonna let go of u.... always kissing on u... surprise cheekie kisses, brushing his lips against ur knuckles when u pout bc he teased u too much. going to bed is like having a sleep over with ur bestie every night. you do skin care together while watching movies, chatting and snacking only to fall asleep wearing a face mask and covered in cheetos w mingyu practically laying on top of u bc longest limbs in existence but he looks so cute and peaceful so.... u can’t rlly be mad 🥺 always wants to have deep, philosophical conversations but ends up tripping over his words and confusing himself so he just leaves most sentences unfinished bc the thought has left his mind. always wants to do “bf does my makeup” like challenges bc he wants to be goofy but also wants to know what u do that’s different than what is done to him and why. constantly wants to learn more about you. what’s ur fave color this week? is dog still ur favorite animal? no... it’s tiger now? is it bc hoshi has been monopolizing ur time??? v. v. jealous bf... pouts a lot but can never stay mad at u.

cheol- is the husband kind of bf. he will be serious about you from day one. there to take care of you and make sure you know you’re loved and happy. will do everything he can to make sure you’re never sad or upset. constantly texting u asking how ur day is and reminding u that he loves u. wants to go to the grocery together so meals can be planned together. dates aren’t really planned bc you both just want to go with the mood of the day/night, but cheol usually always has some sort of idea on what kind of date he’s taking u on. cheol loves the idea of making meals with you to spend time together, but he’d rather cook and clean for you so that you have time to relax. you often have to remind him that he needs to relax too... going to bed with cheol is always soft and quiet. you’ll do skin care, goof off a bit more and then lay in bed and quietly chat about the future and how u both love one another and ofc as you’re falling asleep he’ll pet your head and hold your hand kissing ur fingers and ur hand and then ur nose and cheeks? then ur forehead and finally the top of ur head before wrapping himself around u and falling asleep himself. is always thinking of new hobbies u can both look into together. wants to know the you you’re becoming more than anything. you haven’t read this book yet? let’s read it together. there’s a park u wanna go to? let’s take the dog for a walk.

send me seventeen asks 🌸

[sounds-of-midnight]

Our Dawn - Chapter 3

“Uh, where did you get these?” I asked as Seungcheol brought a brand new dress and pair of shoes over to me, laying it out on the bed.

He’d disappeared as soon as we made it to an inn in the village of Carmil, which lies a third of the way to Aeris. Jun and I sat patiently in the room, resting from the long trek as we waited for him to come back. He didn’t say where he was going, or how long he’d be, so when he came back with a box full of clothing, I was surprised.

“A princess can’t walk around in a torn-up dress like that.” He replied simply, also pulling out some men’s clothes, tossing them over at Jun, effectively hitting him in the face.

“What was that for?” Jun growled, and Cheol rolled his eyes.

“You are practically naked, so I got you some clothes. Now shut it and get dressed.” He replied, then continued to grumble to himself. “Honestly. How could you parade around like that in front of a Lady? Have you no shame?”

“I can still hear you.” Jun pointed out, then stepped into the connected room to change. “Dick…”

I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh at the insult and how Cheol’s eyes went wide.

“You little mutt. How dare you speak like that to me. If this were-”

I reached up and grabbed Seungcheol’s hand. “Please, stop.” I began. “You've been arguing every chance you get. Can’t you just get along?”

Cheol glared at the door to the other room but turned back with a huff. “Fine.” He replied, then gestured to the dress. “You change too. I’m going out to get some supplies. If we are going to get you to your Uncle, we need to prepare. His kingdom may be just over the mountains, but that trip will take a while.”

I gave a small nod. “Okay.”

Jun emerged from the other room, tugging on the clothes uncomfortably. “I’ve seen you guys walk around in this stuff for years, but seriously? How can you stand being strangled by fabric all day long?” He asked. Seungcheol and I looked over to him, seeing he’d managed to dress properly, but was tugging at the collar of his shirt as if it were too tight.

“You’ll get used to it,” Seungcheol replied, then made his way to the door. “Keep an eye on Nari while I’m out. Keep her safe.”

“Of course,” Jun replied with a small huff.

Cheol rolled his eyes, then left. Jun turned to me, his sour mood instantly melting away as he walked over and sat beside me. “So, are you going to wash up before you go to change?” He asked, brushing a strand of my dark hair behind my ear. “You are covered in dirt.”

“Oh, right…” I trailed off, remembering why exactly I needed new clothes in the first place. “I probably should, shouldn’t I?” I answered, and he nodded. I sighed softly, picking up the dress and making my way to the other room. A washroom was attached, and I drew a bath from the water pump before undressing. The water wasn’t as warm as I was used to, but the cold seemed to help calm me as I slipped into it.

“Hey, Nari?” I heard Jun begin, and I yelped, quickly covering myself when I realized he’d come into the washroom. I turned away from him, blushing hotly, and spluttered a response.

“W-What are you doing? Out- You can’t see me like this. It’s not decent.” I said, hoping he’d leave quickly.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “I've seen you take a bath a million times before and you were never bothered by it.”

“Yeah, well, that was before…” I trailed off, feeling my heart pound in my chest. My ears were burning as it sank in that he had seen me naked before, many, many times. Every time I went to bathe, he’d be trailing along after me like a lost puppy. When we were little, he’d even jump into the tub with me.

“Before what?” He asked.

“Before I found out you weren’t just some wolf. You are a person. It’s different now.” I replied, hugging my arms around myself even more.

He pursed his lips, going over my words in his mind before he gave me a soft “okay” and left the washroom, closing the door behind him.

I sighed, bringing my hands up to cover my face, then sank down into the cool water, hoping it would help get rid of the hot blush on my cheeks.

After calming down, I grabbed a cloth and scrubbed myself clean, getting rid of as much dirt as I could, as well as blood that stained my skin red. I’d almost forgotten Jun had been bleeding out in my arms not even a day ago. I sat in the bath for a little while longer before climbing out and drying off, pulling on my undergarments and the dress Seungcheol had brought for me. It was a pale peach color and fit decently well considering Cheol had to guess my size. I pulled on the soft stockings that went with it as well, then exited the bathroom.

Jun was sat beside the closed door, fiddling with something in his hands. I looked quickly looked away, hugging my arms around myself once again. “What was it you wanted earlier?” I asked.

“Oh, its nothing. It doesn’t matter.” He replied.

I could hear that he was upset, and I took a seat on the floor beside him. “What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. He looked over at me, and I couldn’t help but notice the puppy eyes. “I was just wondering something… Did you like me better when I was still a wolf? Before you knew I could shift and speak and such?”

“What? Why would you ask that?” I questioned. “You are still you, no matter what form you are in.”

“Yeah, but you said so yourself that things are different now that you know what I am.” He sighed, looking back down at his hands. I saw that he was messing with a gold barrette. Noticing my gaze, he handed it over. “I’m guessing it came with the dress. It was on the bed where Seungcheol laid it out.

“Thanks,” I said, taking it and clipping it into my hair, then looked back to Jun. I placed my hand on his shoulder gently. “I’m sorry if what I said upset you.” I began. “It’s just that I’ve never had a man walk in on me like that. I was flustered, is all.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?” He asked.

“Well…” I trailed off. I suppose it would be a bit confusing for him since we both grew up without having to worry about anything like that. Then again, had I known he was more than a simple wolf, I probably wouldn’t have let him into my room when I was bathing or changing my clothes. I blushed a light pink and covered my cheeks.

“Well… what?” Jun asked.

“It’s just, usually people don’t see each other without their clothes on. Stuff like that is more reserved for couples and the like. It’s not proper otherwise, especially when it’s two unmarried people.” I explained, trying my best to avoid saying too much.

“Oh,” Jun said, glancing over at me. “So, only married people are allowed to see each other like that?”

“Can we please talk about something else now?” I pleaded, knowing I was only growing more red and embarrassed. “If you really want to know, ask Seungcheol- on second thought, don’t ask him. If he finds out you’ve seen me naked, I’m pretty sure he’ll kill you.”

Jun gulped and gave a small nod. There was an awkward silence between us for a long moment, then he spoke up. “What else am I not allowed to do now that you know I’m not some domesticated wolf?”

I thought for a second. “Well, you can’t sleep in the same bed as me anymore.”

“What?” He gasped, sounding heartbroken. “Why not?”

“Again, it’s more of a couple kind of thing,” I replied. “And Seungcheol would attempt to kill you for that, too.”

“But I can’t sleep if I’m not next to you.” He pointed out, and I knew the same went for me. We’d been companions since I was a child and he was a little pup. We had grown up doing everything together, including sleeping side by side or with him at my feet. We were inseparable.

I chewed on my lip, unsure what to do. I was about to answer when Seungcheol entered the main room once more. “I’m back.” He said, setting down two large bags of supplies. He glanced around the room, then through the doorway to the conjoined one, spotting Jun and I together on the floor. “What are you two up to?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just talking,” I replied, and I saw his eyes flicker to Jun briefly before returning to mine.

“Well, you should head to bed soon. It is getting late and we will have to leave early in the morning.” He explained, making his way over and holding out a hand to help me up. I accepted, and rose to my feet, looking down to Jun, offering him my hand and helping him up.

“Where do I sleep?” Jun asked, and Seungcheol gave in an annoyed look.

“On the ground. Where else?” He replied, then turned away, heading to the corner where he’d set his Royal Guard uniform. He figured it best to avoid attracting attention, and the uniform would most definitely do the exact opposite. He took a seat, facing the door to the hall. “Get some sleep, Nari. I’ll keep watch.”

I wanted to argue back, knowing he’d be exhausted if he didn’t rest as well, but I knew better and crawled into the bed, siding beneath the blanket. I glanced at Jun, who met my gaze, knowing exactly what I was thinking. Walking over, he laid on the floor beside the bed, raising a hand up to hod mine. Seungcheol noticed and took a breath before he told Jun off for touching me.

I, however, spoke first. “Please, Cheol?” I asked. “Regardless of his being a person at the moment, I still need him to help me fall asleep. You knowI’ve never been able to sleep without him before.”

Seungcheol’s lips pressed into a thin line, then he looked back towards the door, crossing his arms with a small huff. “Fine, but if he even thinks of doing anything other than holding your hand, I’m throwing him out the window.” He muttered.

“What else would I be doing?” Jun asked, genuinely confused, causing both Seungcheol and I to look down at him. “What?” He asked. “Is there something I should know?”

“Couple things,” I whispered down to him, but I had a feeling he didn’t know what I meant by that.

“Stop talking and go to sleep, otherwise I’m kicking Jun out into the hall,” Seungcheol warned, and I sighed.

“Goodnight, Jun,” I said quietly.

“Goodnight, Nari.” He replied softly.

[jsshua]

⏳last kiss w/ c.sc

seungcheol fluff + minor angst(?)

wc: 1850 (so much for a drabble lol)

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"This is becoming more and more difficult." You sigh, rubbing your eyes with your fingers to try and keep yourself awake.

It was late, all the lights in your apartment were already turned off for the night. Your laptop was still on though, bright and open displaying your boyfriend.

He had just finished practicing for a concert, and while the both of you should already be asleep, this has been the only time you both could talk lately.

"I know, baby, I'm really sorry." Seungcheol says, his expression suddenly turning sad. ". . .Skype calls are nice, but I miss you too much for this to be enough anymore."

You do a double-take.

"What do you mean, 'anymore'?" Your eyes are suddenly wide open, focusing on him and no longer threatening to fall shut.

When he doesn't respond, you try to continue with a jokingly, "What? Were you planning on breaking up with me?"

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it!" He yells, getting more and more frustrated.

"No, actually. I don't." You shake your head at him.

"I just—" Seungcheol sighs, putting his head in his hands as he lets out a deep breath.

"I think we should take some time apart, give each other space."

"What, is four months and a few thousand miles not enough for you?" Scoffing in disbelief, you really couldn't believe him right now. After everything, after being patient and answering his every call. . . He was just going to leave you like this?

No. Not like this. Please.

He just said he missed you, so obviously he still cared. Maybe he was going through a particularly hard day. . .

You opened your mouth to speak, but voices in Seungcheol's background spoke before you got the chance to.

"Y/N, I have to go." He says, not even looking at you but at the members he was with.

"W-what? Wait— is, is this it?" Holding your breath, you prepare yourself for what he says next.

He seems unsure himself, his expression torn. The fact that he's even considering leaving you hurts more than you could imagine.

"I-I'll call you, okay?" Seungcheol's eyes seem distant and glossed over. They were the last thing you saw before he disconnected the call.

A week passes by.

Then a month.

Then two.

. . .

He never calls.

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When was the last time you were kissed? It's been a while, that's for sure. The last time must have been when Seungcheol took you out for dinner two nights before his flight. Was that the last of all kisses with him?

Seungcheol has beautiful lips. Soft, and naturally rosy in color. He gave the best kisses, it was always exhilarating. A rush going through your veins and electrifying you from head to toe. Kisses with him made you feel like you found what you've been missing. He completed you like that.

Shame that you might never get to have those moments, and him anymore.

Your alarm wakes you up at the most ungodly hour of five in the morning. What on earth made you set an alarm on your day off, of all days? And at this wretched time?

Opening your phone, the screen lights up and reveals a calendar reminder. 'cheol comes home💕' flashes on the screen. You stare at it, hating how your heart beat quickens. With a single tap of your finger, you delete the reminder and put the phone away.

Maybe this is for the best. You didn't want to wait for someone who doesn't appreciate your efforts anymore.

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Jihoon calls you a few days later, and you answer it. You two have been great friends for a long while. Hopefully, you pray, the call wasn't about Seungcheol.

"Y/N," Jihoon says gravely. "It's about Seungcheol."

Of course it is.

Sighing, you reply, "What about him?"

"Is he with you?"

"No."

"Have you seen him?"

"We broke up, Jihoon."

He seems surprised to hear this. "What? Really?"

"Seems like it. He hasn't contacted to me in months."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. . ." Jihoon pauses for a moment. "If you see him, let me know, okay?"

Confused, your eyebrows furrow. "Don't you know where he is?"

". . .He's missing, Y/N. We've all been worried sick."

You suddenly feel cold. "Oh my god, what? Since when?"

"Around this afternoon."

Checking your wall clock, you stutter, "B-but it's almost midnight!"

"Exactly, and we can't find him."

"That idiot!" You pace around in your apartment, running a hand through your hair in stress.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes as you speak. "I'll call you if I find him or hear anything."

"Thanks, Y/N." Jihoon replies.

"And for what it's worth, I know he's still in love with you."

He hangs up before you can reply, and you're left worried, confused, and tired.

What if something bad happened? Seungcheol's too nice for his own good. He probably got abducted by some scammers who tricked him by asking for help carrying groceries or something. You love him, but he's too gullible sometimes.

Wait. Did you still love him?

. . . Oh, fuck it of course you do. He takes care of others too much and you consider it your job to take care of him.

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Knowing that you probably won't be able to get any sleep at all because of your worrying, you make yourself a hot drink and curl up on the couch. Maybe this will calm you down, even a little.

Several knocks on your door shatters the silence and your peace of mind, making you almost spill your drink. You place it down on the coffee table and carefully tread to the door. . .

You open it to see Seungcheol. All drenched, muddy, and exhausted.

Gasping, you pull him into your apartment. "Seungcheol! What the hell happened to you?! Are you hurt?!"

"No, no I-I'm fine. . ." He insists as he awkwardly stands there, trying not to leave muddy foodprints even though it was too late. "I'm sorry to barge in like this, Y/N."

"You're a mess!" You exclaim, shaking your head at him in disdain. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

You let him take a warm shower after putting some of his spare clothes and a towel by the sink. Then you heat up the kettle again for more tea.

What on earth was he doing? What was happening? Why hadn't Jihoon and the others been able to find him? These questions run through your mind as you resume your position on the couch, trying to calm yourself down. After months of nothing, he drops in like this?

The door to the bathroom opens and your eyes immediately find his.

"You have explaining to do, what happened?" You ask once he's sitting on the other side of the couch. "Jihoon called me and said that you've been missing. We were all worried."

"Honestly," He sighs, "We were shooting for a show today, a new tourism and travel show with a bunch of challenges all over the place. . . I wanted to study the area better and explore a bit, but I got lost."

"Why didn't you call anybody?"

"I couldn't." He opens his palms, emphasizing that he was empty handed. "Someone must have snatched my phone and wallet when the storm came in."

"Oh Seungcheol. . ." You say, devastated for him. "That must have been terrible."

"It was." He nods. "I was wandering around forever, hoping for something I recognized. Then I found that café you loved so much near the library. It was a little far, but I remember the way here from there."

"I'm glad you're okay. The others will be, too."

It's silent for a while, and it's almost peaceful. But then you remember your other questions that you've been dying to ask him.

". . .You never called." Your voice sounds as weak as you feel. "You said you'd call."

"I—I'm sorry I put you through that. It was stupid."

"But why did you?" You look at him straight in the eye and hope that he sees how distraught you are. "You made me feel like everything. . . staying up late, always waiting and being there for you. . . like it was nothing because 'it's not enough anymore'."

Seungcheol moves closer to you and clasps your hands in his. "It was more than enough. It was more than I deserved, but I failed to see that because I was used to you just, being beside me all the time."

He bites his lip in nervousness. "We've been dating for a year, but we haven't been together during a time we had a tour. . . And when it did happen, it tore me apart. I should've been stronger and not let it get to me like it did. . ."

Seungcheol looks at you with sad, puppy-dog eyes. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know I'm still in love with you."

"I'm still in love with you, too." You admit. "But that's why it hurt so much when you ignored me. How do I know you won't do that again the next time you leave?"

"Because I know now that hurting you in any way is worse than any amount of distance between us. I'll do better if you give me a chance. . ."

You suddenly realize hoe close he's gotten, you could feel his warm breath fanning your cheeks and making you blush. You could count his lashes if you wanted to. But the best part was his lips kissing yours again.

He kisses you with frevor, and it becomes a kiss unlike any you have shared. It's electrifying still, but with added passion and need because of not being with each other for so long. You're complete again.

When you break away, you keep your foreheads together, holding on to each other as if this was the last chance.

He open his eyes to see yours still closed, lashes casting a shadow over your cheeks. You take in a shaky breath as he caresses your face.

Keeping your eyes closed, you ask Seungcheol in a whisper, "Please tell me that wasn't our last kiss. . ."

Finally, you open your eyes to see his and you almost melt; like the chill slowly fading away from his hands.

You tighten your arms around him. "I'm afraid of losing you again. . ."

"You won't." He says, burying his face into your neck. "That wasn't the last kiss at all. It was the first of many kisses, if you'll have me."

You pet his head and pull away from him slightly, causing him to detatch from your neck. Just as his eyes started to gloss over and his bottom lip quiver, you give him a sweet, quick kiss.

You intertwine your fingers into his, tilting your head to rest it on his chest.

"You have a lot to make up for, then."

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[svtmatokis]

Laughter in warmth

[Pairing]: Joshua Hong x reader

[Word count]: 3667

[Summary]: You're meeting up with Joshua for the first time in a long time. The threat of distance is something that may tear you apart.

[Masterlist]

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When you arrived at the summer house, you were beyond excited. You haven't seen Joshua in so long since he became an idol, and this summer you were going to have him all to yourself. Along with a few of his friends of course. The summer breeze and the smell of pine made you reminisce about summers past, when you hung out with Josh the most. The sun was setting somewhere in the distance, and it made you feel that it was going to be a pretty good night for you. You knocked on the door a few times, and was greeted by the man himself. You rushed into his arms and squeezed him tight, almost knocked him over with all your weight. It didn't really matter, since you were too excited to really care about that. Words were coming out like vomit, telling him how much you missed him. You realized he was probably getting air cut off by your body. You pulled away from him, slightly blushing.

"If you missed me that much, we should have done this sooner." he said, closing the door.

"Yeah, skype calls at like 3 am your time was never enough." you said, squeezing him one last time.

Joshua guided you to the living room, where a few members of Seventeen were watching television. You recognized them as Seungcheol, Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and Dokeyom. They saw you and stood. They all introduced themselves in their best english. You were flattered that they were trying so hard for you. You were glad you hung out with Joshua so much in your youth that you were able to pick up on Korean, and even learn a bit on your own, since you were studying to become a translator in school.

"Hello, I'm Joshua's friend." you said in fluent korean, with a bit of an American accent, "I'm a really big fan."

They all looked taken aback that you were actually fluent in korean. You saw Jeonghan let out a sigh and Seungcheol chuckle a bit at the whole situation. You had to stifle a laugh.

"Hey Coups." you said, giving him a hug.

You knew him from Joshua's Skype calls, butting in sometimes. Joshua could literally not make him leave at all during skyping time if he wasn't already doing something else or, at the very least sleeping.

"It's nice to meet you all." you said with a polite bow and a formal tone. "Oppa, can we go get my bags from the front?"

"Ah, sure.." Joshua answers, following you back to the entrance.

"Oppa?" he questioned, picking up your bag.

You went to go sock him in the shoulder. "I panicked, okay?" You switched to English.

He held the place you hit.

"You hit harder than I remember." he said, slightly chuckling.

"Well, I mean we are adults now. It isn't high school anymore, you know." you said, walking behind him. "You've certainly grown since then. Broader shoulders, you're a few inches taller, you've grown into your ear- well not really."

He stopped. "What're you trying to say?" he said, turning around to face you.

"I mean that your ears are too big for you, dumbo." you said, laughing.

Before Joshua could retort, you heard his mom call for you in the kitchen. you made your way in, and saw that she was preparing dinner for you all.

"I knew that was you. Come here." She said, arms wide.

You indulged her, giving her a huge hug.

"We literally saw each other last week." you said, pulling away from her.

"Well-" Joshua started.

"Josh, I love you, but if you say that a week is a long time I'm literally going to stuff these biscuits into your esophagus and make you choke."

He feigned fear, holding his heart and gasping. You pushed him and grabbed your bag.

"Okay, where am I staying?" You asked.

"Go with Shua, He'll show you."

He led you upstairs to a room that looked way too nice to be real.

"Man, this may be the best room I've ever bee able to stay in." you said, staring in awe.

"Yeah, It's really nice. It's a miracle we found this place." Joshua said, noticing your awe. "Well, get comfy up here, I'll come up here when dinner is ready."

When he left, You decided to take off your shoes and change into another more comfortable shirt. You were listening to some kpop while you were changing, and as soon as the chorus of Gfriend's 'Naveillra' came, Joshua walked in, getting an eyeful of you dancing in a bra and shorts. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or amused at the current situation. He quickly turned his head away from you, cheeks dusting with pink. You quickly pulled your shirt down and turned off the music.

"Uh, is dinner ready?" you asked, face red.

"Y-yeah, come on down." Joshua said, his head now turned towards you.

You both made your way down the stairs, not making conversation or eye contact at all. When you arrived at the diving room, you both made your way to the two vacant seats, right by each other. The two of you didn't speak to each other, instead making conversation with other people around the table. You all spoke in Korean so that everyone could feel included.

"So, what about that boy you've been going out with?" Joshua's mom asked.

The boys at the table oohed and ahhed at this sudden change of topic.

"Well, he was nice." you said, picking at your food. "W-When I, um, got to know him better he's not really the guy for me.” You were stuttering and stopping, you knew. Joshua didn’t know about the boy, and you were scared of his response.

“I had to, uh, cut it off with him a few days ago... I hated to do it, but-"

"It's okay, you don't have to say anymore." Joshua whispered into your ear, stopping your rambling.

He knew that you were bad at talking when the spotlight was on you, and he hated to see you struggle with a language that wasn't your mother tounge. He was a bit sad that you didn’t tell him about this boy you were dating, but let it go for the time being.

You relaxed a bit, started to laugh along with everyone else and got in on telling funny stories about Joshua.

"You should hear about the time he fell into the lake-"

"That's enough talking for today, how about we go to bed everybody?" Joshua exclaimed. not wanting you to talk more about that very embarrassing summer. You fake yawned.

"Sure,” you said, a mischievous look on your face, “Mudmonster."

He gave you a light push and you burst out in bubbling laughter. When dinner was finished, you helped with dishes while Joshua and Seungkwan swept and put away all the leftovers.

"How about a movie?" Jeonghan asked, walking in and leaning on the doorframe.

"Sounds good. We'll pick a movie after everyone cleans up, yeah?" Joshua's mom said.

You all agreed in some way, and soon you were all clean and sitting around in the living room with some type of snack in your hands. You sat by Joshua on the couch, both snuggled up in a huge blanket. You both made jokes during the movie that turned into quiet flirting as the time went on. As you got comfortable, Joshua's arm over your shoulder and you leaning on him turned into the both of you basically cuddling on the loveseat. Nearing the end of the movie, mostly everyone was asleep, and your snack supply was nearly gone. You went into the kitchen, Joshua falling close behind. You were both still throwing playful insults at each together. You grabbed a tin of cookies from a cabinet and started to tease your friend.

"If you keep insulting girls like this you'll never get one."

"I could get one any time, anyplace."

"You literally have no lady skills, how could you say that?"

"I'll have you know that tons of fans think I'm cool, maybe even sexy."

"Sexy? You?" You said as you both made your way back into the hallway, "I don't think so."

Suddenly you were pushed up against the wall, Joshua's hand softly gripping your chin.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked in a low, breathy voice.

A shiver went down your spine at the sound. His thumb came up to your bottom lip, gently swiping. Your gaze went to his lips, and his fell down to yours. He leaned in, about to press his soft lips against yours. They found the corner of your mouth instead. You stared at him in discontent.

"I'm sorry, It wouldn't be fair to you." he said, touching your lip once again, keeping you pinned.

You breaths were now shallow as you spoke. "Is it bad that I want you to kiss me right now?"

"Yeah." he said, pulling away from you. He made his way into the living room, and you were stuck there, in the dimly lit hallway, a cookie tin in your hand, with one question in your mind.

Why?

__

Instead of going back to sit with the others, you decided to go to your room and think. You settled on top of the comforter, laying down and facing the ceiling. Joshua liked you. If he didn't he wouldn't have treated you like he did in the hallway. You didn't want to avoid him, not at all. You really did like Joshua, but what was the whole “it wouldn’t be fair to you”thing all about?

Before you could finish that thought, you were drifting to sleep, the tin of cookies still in your grasp.

___

When you woke up, you went downstairs to see if anyone else was awake. It didn't seem like anyone was, not at this hour. You snuck in the kitchen and looked around, seeing if there was any pancake mix or some meat anywhere. You found what you were looking for, and went to work on making some pancakes and bacon. Halfway through your cooking session you heard heavy steps coming to the kitchen. You turned the stove to low and turned around to see Seungcheol.

"Mm, Morning?" He said, stretching. "You making breakfast?"

"Yeah. Help yourself to what I've already made."

Before you could turn back around, he pulled you in for a hug.

"Thaaannkk yoou." Cheol said politely, giving you a squeeze.

"You're welcome, now get off me, the pancakes are burning."

He quickly jumped away from you just to see that there were no pancakes even on the stove. He gave you a look that made you giggle the tiniest bit.

"Are you saying that you don't like my hugs?" He asked, a mischievous look on his face.

"Maybe. Would that be bad?" you said, acting innocent.

Suddenly you were pulled in for a huge hug. It caught you off guard for sure.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you." he whispered, "Joshua doesn't know how much a treasure he has."

"What does that me-"

There was a cough from the doorway. Joshua was there. He was expressionless, and it made you a little uncomfortable. Seungcheol slowly let you go and went to go grab a plastic plate. Joshua must have seen how uncomfortable you looked, because his face quickly turned to a tight smile.

"It smells good in here, what are you making?" he asked, walking over to the stove.

"Pancakes and sausage." you said tentatively.

"Ah, yes, The most American breakfast." Cheol joked from the island. As bad as it was, it made you slightly grin.

"Shut up, scoop.”

"S.Coups!"

Joshua couldn't help but smile genuinely whenever you did. He grabbed a plate and filled it, going to go sit with Seungcheol. Soon, the others walked in and you all had your fair share of food. When Joshua's mother saw you making breakfast for everyone, you could see her eyes sparkle.

"My baby is growing up so fast!" she said, giving you a hug and thanking you for the food.

"Man, You would've thought you were my mom with all this talk." You giggled.

"Not yet."

"What was that?"

"Nothing! How about we all go to the pool after we finished eating?"

That's just what you did. After breakfast was finished, you all went and did your morning routines and put on a swimsuit.

Soon, everyone but yourself was in the pool, playing around. You also made your way outside, amazed at the sight in front of you. Five beautifully golden boys playing in a pool five feet away.

"Wow, I must be in a dream." you said, staring at the boys in front of you.

"Hey, why are you wearing that cover up?" Seungkwan asked, stopping his splashing. "Come in and play!"

You ignored how he addressed you in an informal tone and took off your cover-up to reveal a black one piece. It wasn't very revealing. It was just a generic black swimsuit with long sleeves, but it seemed to make one boy in particular stare at you. Joshua's gaze was practically burning into your skin, but you made your way into the water anyway. You waded over to him and threw some water in his face.

"What are you looking at, perv." you said, splashing water in his face repeatedly.

He pushed water in your direction, and soon it was an all out water war. Somewhere along the way you all found water weapons, and Joshua's mom had to go in so she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. You were now on the edge of the pool, shooting people with a water gun. Suddenly you were pushed into the water. You looked up from the blue, and saw Joshua there, standing victorious. You quickly grabbed his ankle and pulled him in as well, laughing when he came up sputtering water. He grabbed you by the waist and puled you down in the water, coming up just a few seconds later.

"Joshua, let me go!" you yelled, laughing with him. Soon you were being paraded around the pool being carried wedding style by your friend. The other's laughed at the sight. Soon you all were done playing and were just lounging in and around the pool. You decided that it was time to get out since you were pretty pruny at this point. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself off, going inside the house to take a shower.

When you finished, you put on some basketball shorts and a baggy shirt. You opened the door, about to make your way downstairs when you bumped into a familiar frame. You looked up and saw Joshua.

"What is it?" you asked, stepping back a few inches.

"We're eating lunch downstairs."

You followed him out of your room.

Lunch was uneventful since you decided to watch the kitchen's small television instead of talking. Once you were done, You all went into the living room and decided to watch more television together. It soon turned to night, and you got a great idea.

"How about tonight we make it a sleepover? With games and stuff?" you asked once Joshua's was out for the night.

"Sounds fun!" Soekmin exclaimed, looking excited

.

Soon you all gathered some pillows and blankets on the floor and started to play games. You started with never have I ever, and moved over to truth or dare. It wasn't until Seungkwan did his third dare when you started to get a bit flirty with Joshua. The boys were certainly helping you out.

"Okay, your turn." Jeonghan said to you, his eyes having a bit of a mischievous glint in them, "Truth or dare?"

You thought for a bit. Which would be more exciting? A truth or a dare?

"Dare." you finally decided. You've been picking truth all night, it was time for a tiny change.

"I dare you to...spend seven minutes in heaven with Jisoo."

You grinned form ear to ear, while Josh just groaned. It was getting harder and harder to control himself when the both of you kept getting pushed together.

"You can't just change the game like that." joshua moaned.

"Cmon scaredy cat." you said, getting up and pulling him with you.

Jeonghan found a closet near the front of the house and you both made your way inside. The door closed. You wanted to make a move, do something, but... nothing. It was like you couldn't even lift a finger.

"Uh-"

"Why did you do that last night?" you suddenly asked, wanting answers. You could tell he was trying to think of an excuse, any excuse, but there were none.

"I know you like me, or you wouldn't have done that, so why? Why didn't you just kiss me?"

More silence. You decided to just leave him be, since he wasn't giving you the answers you wanted. When the doors opened at the end of your seven minutes, the other boys were disappointed to find that the both of you were on two different sides of the closet, no evidence on either of you to suggest something happened. You all went back to the living room and played some more. Right when the game got some kind of traction, you decided to try something else.

"Hey, Josh. I need to use the bathroom and I can't remember where it is. Can you come and show me?"

He was a little hesitant but said yes, and the both of you excused yourselves. you walked out of the room. Joshua followed right behind you, making your way down the hallway to the bathroom. Before you got to the door, you pulled Joshua aside and pushed him against the wall.

"W-What-"

You shut him up by putting your lips on his cheek. He looked at you in shock.

"Joshua, I like you." you said, smiling shyly up at him.

He gave you a small smile and grabbed your hands from beside his head and put them in his. Joshua's grip was not tight at all, instead almost nonexistent, like he thought he was going to crush your hands. He looked down at them, his smile forming into something more forlorn and dispair-like. His thumbs swiped at your knuckles.

"We can't do this." he said, taking his hands away from yours and starting to pull away from you entirely.

"Why?" you asked, stopping him from walking away.

"We just can't." he said, pulling out of your grasp and starting back to the main room.

You were left in the same spot again, leaning against a wall with your thoughts swirling around in your head.

____

It was the third day at the summer house, and you were certainly tired of Joshua's attitude. You spent two days basically avoiding the main problem, but you were not going to do that again. When you woke up, you did your morning routine and went directly to Joshua's room to confront him. You angrily knocked on his door, and you were met by Joshua. When he saw you, a tired smile graced his face.

___

"Hi." he said, giving you a small, sleepy wave.

You pushed him into the room, closing the door behind you. You kept pushing him until he fell onto the bed, you on his lap. This woke him up entirely. He put his hands up to push you off him, but you weren't having it. You pinned his hands beside his head, and there was panic written all over his features.

"W-We can't do this okay? I know you kissed me yesterday b-but this is where I put my foot down-"

"That's not what I want." you told him seriously.

This seemed to calm him down. You got off of him and sat beside him instead.

"All I want is for you to listen to what I have to say, and give me some answers."

Joshua nodded his head.

"Listen. I like you. A lot. I told you this last night."

"But-"

"Shut up, ok? Anyway, you can't keep playing with me like this. You can't just try and kiss me one minute, then say you don't want me, or we can't go on. Why are you doing this? "

Joshua sighed.

"I can't be the guy you deserve. I can't be there when you need me. I'm only in America for this week, then I have to go back to Korea. Even if you did live somewhere in Seoul, I'd be too busy to even try and come see you. We hardly even do skype calls now. I'd only continue to not be there for you and make you wait for me and I'd hurt you, and you're too good of a woman for that."

You thought about it and decided that yeah, Josh was right. But that didn't mean that you couldn't treasure the time you had together, right?

"Even so...Can we at least enjoy together now that we're together in the same place at the same time?"

He knew it would hurt when he had to leave, but maybe he could show his feelings for you and show you what you could've been. He gave you a tight hug, gripping on your shirt. When you pulled away, you saw him smiling brighter than you've seen since you got to the summer house. His gaze suddenly fell from your eyes to your lips. You saw him blush a bit. it made you giggle a bit knowing exactly what he was thinking. You went in for the kill. It was only a small peck, but it still seemed to make Joshua blush even more. You swung your leg over to sit on his lap, which made his pink cheeks turn to a red face. You looped your arms around his neck and gave him another quick kiss. You giggled at his shy state.

"What happened to the Joshua who pinned me in the hallway? He was so confident." You teased.

Suddenly, Joshua's hands found your hips, and you were flushed against him. His lips met yours roughly. You quickly caught on and kissed him just as passionately. When you pulled away to catch your breath, you saw Joshua smirk.

"What were you saying about confidence?" He asked cockily.

Before you could kiss the expression off his face, You heard the door open.

"Hey Joshua, we're eating downstai-"

You turned around to see Seungkwan looking at the both of you, horrified.

"Nevermind!" He squeaked, running out of the room and closing the door.

The both of you burst out laughing.

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Thank You all for reading! Please don't forget to leave a like and reblog if you liked this and want to see more! ~ Amber

[http-peachjimin]

Unrequited

12: Love is not over [21+]

The plan was in motion. The bell rang and you waited outside the class door for Cheol-min to come through. While that was happening, Jisoo distracted Jimin. Your ex walked out and you grimaced at the fact theat you even had to speak to him directly again.

"Cheol-min!" You called as he walked to his locker.

"What? Don't you have to be fucking that Jimin kid?" He growled.

"Motherfucker I just need you to get your shit out of my house." You replied.

If he could hear you from where he was standing Jimin wouldn't feel threatened at all, but the fact that both of you were calm and looked like you were having a decent conversation got Jimin worked up.

"Jimin-ssi?" Jisoo asked tapping the boy on his shoulder.

"Sorry, we'll have to talk later Jisoo." He said lowly stepping towards you and Cheol-min.

The girl smirked. Her work there was done.

"Well I don't care, I need you completely moved out by Thursday." You said fumbling with your books.

"Fine."

"Y/N. Let's go." Jimin said tugging you away.

"Just a minuite-"

"Now please."

You nodded following him to his car.

"Okay Mr. Grumpy. What's wrong with you?" You joked.

He didn't seem to find it funny.

You decided not to say more provided you had already pissed him off enough somehow. The drive was pretty silent but about five minutes from his the boy began to speak.

"So do you know why I'm so upset?" He questioned.

"No. I didn't do anything." You pouted.

"Well see about that..." And that all he said until you reached his house.

You silently left the car following him inside his residence. He immediately pressed you to the wall nestling his head in the crook of your neck applying soft kisses on your skin.

"Stop it." You growled.

"What?" He replied with a matching rough tone.

"Because I'm mad at you. I thought we agreed to not be public with... this. Your little display at lunch did not follow those rules." You stated angrily.

He replied with a bite to your neck.

"We also agreed that you wouldn't tell anyone about this but I walked right in on you running your goddamn mouth."

"T-that was..."

"Uh huh, keep making excuses." He replied, darkening the spot on your neck.

He never put hickeys on you in fear of someone finding out about you both but this was different. It seemed like he didn't care.

"So now;" He bit down hard in another spot making you whine.

"It's my turn to voice my frustrations. Why were you with Cheol-min?" Jimin asked.

You were gonna tell him the truth but you were reminded what all the girls said at lunch.

'If he asks, get petty, don't answer.'

"'Cause I can. You don't own me Jimin." You spat back with more feistiness than you thought you could ever produce.

That seemed to make the boy even more heated than he had already been and boyyyy were you in for it now.

"Yeah? Well I own this ass, I know that. And you're going to know too after I'm finished with you." He whispered huskily.

His words went straight to your core making you shiver. Jimin was always top but he had never ever been this dominating to you before. Needless to say you were extremely turned on.

His hands landed on the back of your thighs.

"Up. Now." He commanded.

You obeyed and he quickly pressed his lips to yours as he carried you upstairs.

“Oh god fuck me already...” You moaned grinding on his clothed member.

“Not today sweetheart, I’m gonna treat you like I should have long ago.” He whispered lying you down on his bed.

You had no idea what that meant but you were more than excited.

He hovered over your body taking his own shirt off before working on yours. He looked at your chest, only covered by your black lace bra and licked his lips.

“You’re beautiful, I know I never say it, but it’s so true.” He said quietly, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

Jimin’s soft lips pressed on your exposed chest as he sucked and bit ,abusing the skin. By the time he was done the marks littered all over your skin, leading to your core. The boy used his nimble fingers to push your panties to the side and quickly put a digit in you without warning.

“F-Fuck Jimin...” You arched your back toward him and he chuckled as he added another finger.

“We’re needy today, aren’t we?” He teased.

"Y-Yeah because- ohhh god..." You couldn't even finish your sentence due to your desire to release building up.

"Mhm? Is my babygirl ready to cum?" He teased curling his fingers into your rough sensitive patch.

He craned his head down and licked your sensitive bud making you loose your mind.

"O-Oh fuck! Y-yes please Jimin!!!" You moaned making him smirk and go faster.

"Cum then, baby."

At his command you writhed in pleasure shaking under him.

"Mhm...ummhm." You groaned coming down from your high.

"Good girl...cumming around my fingers like that. Such a good girl for me." He mumbled.

Before he even got his fingers out you clenched at the way he praised you.

"Oh you like that? You like being my good girl?" He asked.

Without you even trying your body reacted to the way those words rolled off of his tongue.

"Well that's interesting... I'll remember that. Now then..." Jimin mumbled hovering over your small form.

" You've been being good so I suppose I should reward you, no?"

He unbuckled his belt throwing his pants across the room letting the tent in his boxers put pressure on you clit. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair and he cocked his head to the side, sucking spots on your throat once more. He finally pulled away, discarding your messy panties and his boxers. He rolled on the condom and held your face tenderly as you shared a sweet kiss.

While you were distracted he gently guided his length into your entrance. He was slow but deep, unlike anything he'd ever done. It made you feel amazing as he hit spots that you thought were just in your wildest dreams.

"S-so Y/N. About what I was gonna say yesterday-"

His thrusts drew out a strangled moan from your throat as you cut him off.

"Y-you're gonna- mhm... s-start his now? " You asked in disbelief.

"Yeah because- fuck e-every other time you fall asleep. I wanted to....s-say that I'm not just fucking you for fun...I-I god so tight." Jimin could barely get his words out and to be honest from a third person view you would guess it would be pretty comical how he was trying to have a complete conversation during sex.

"Go o-on..." You drawled out trying to suppress a moan.

"I-I like you, n-no I love you. That's why I'm doing this differently. I d-don't- Jesus Christ... I don't just want to b-be friends with benefits a-anymore." He choked out.

"M-me too...fuck please faster..." You moaned bucking your hips.

"W-what?" He said in disbelief. In the shock he completely stopped moving, making you groan.

"I love you too. Always have, always will. Now can you fuck me?! I'm fucking dying..." You whined.

He grinned ear to ear.

"With pleasure baby doll."

He captured your lips in a kiss and increased his speed about three times over. You broke away moaning as his hips clashed with yours.

"A-Ah! Fuck..."

"You sound so good when you make those noises... I wanna hear more. Louder." He commanded.

"J-Jimin.... Oh god!" You said throwing your head back.

This tempted Jimin to grab the base of your neck and fuck you mercilessly.

"Look at my babygirl taking my cock so well. You love the way I fuck you don't you?" He chuckled deeply.

His praise and dirty talk forced you to let out a lewd moan, clenching around him tighter.

"C-Close?" He panted.

You whined in response, gripping the sheets as he fucked you into the mattress.

"I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me baby, Jesus..."

"JIMIN!!!" You moaned his name loudly as your climax it you like a truck.

Jimin's hips slowly lost their pace, stuttering out of control as he came only a few seconds afterwards.

"That's a good girl... Good girl." He soothed you as you came down from your high.

Once you stopped moving and sunk into the sheets, Jimin pulled out and disposed of the condom in the small trash can next to the bed.

"D-do you really feel that way, Jimin?" You mumbled tiredly.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't say it if I didn't." He replied.

You smiled happily. This was all you ever wanted, to be loved and treated well.

"I love you too..." You yawned.

"So... You wouldn't be mad if I asked you to be my girlfriend?" He questioned.

"I'd mad if you didn't."

He chuckled and cuddled your waist, planting small kisses on your temple as you tried to stay awake to continue the conversation.

"Sleep, Jagi. I love you." He said cutely snuggling into your neck.

"Love you too."

[verngyu-moved]

war, tome, and crown || ch. iii

pov: second person (mxr; gender neutral reader insert) ⟡ word count: 5.8k ⟡ genre: adventure, fantasy, romance ⟡ rating: pg-13 ⟡ warnings: mild cussing, death mentions, almost dying lol?, drowning, body horror, alcohol

⟡ CHAPTER 3 ⟡

“Your Majesty, get back!” Cheol shouts at you from behind. You’re old enough to look after yourself, even if the tip of this boy’s sword seemed to be winking at you with its shine. A few of the boys from the other group call out the long-haired one’s name, Jeonghan, as an urgent warning. You drink in his pastel dandelion tunic, a matching yellow belt around his waist with its ends tied behind him, which droop all the way to his dark brown boots. As your eyes made their way up to his upturned collar, the smug grin on his rosy lips grew. “Y/N.” a familiar voice calls out, and you shift your gaze to see one of your retainers, Seokmin, dawning his usual sapphire tunic, with matching pants and silver knee-high boots. His left shoulder is protected by a small piece of metal armor, a tattered white cape behind him. Azure hair is slightly disheveled as it covers one of his eyes partly. “Seokmin.” you gasp, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you spot your retainer. Tears fill your eyes, voice shaking as you see your other two retainers, the raspberry-haired Soonyoung and platinum-blonde Seungkwan on either side of him, “Soonyoung. Seungkwan.” Ignoring the rather tense moment at hand, you run past Jeonghan to wrap your arms around all three of them, “Gods, how I missed all of you.”

“That’s the real-?...” Jeonghan wonders aloud before you hear him place his sword back in its sheath, the sound of the metal clanging rings in the still, humid summer air. “We didn’t know if you were alive.” Seungkwan whispers, his arms taut as he envelops you in an embrace. He’s the most sensitive and gentle of the three, so he seems glad to be in the center of your hug. You don’t know why you’re surprised they all look the same, it’s not as if it’s been months since you’ve seen them—just a few days—but you take a few moments to take in Soonyoung’s and Seungkwan’s appearances. Soonyoung, carrying his red axe which is quite literally on fire (a feature he’d acquired after coming to the aid of many dragon-like deities), with flame-like patterns carved out of its gold head, welded into cherry wood for its handle. He’s also wearing his typical getup, a plain white shirt under honey denim overalls. A belt’s loosely wrapped around his waist, with pieces of armor strapped to each arm and both shins, and you figure they’ve been treading a far different path by looking at his muddy knee-high amber boots. Seungkwan has on a long sleeve fern green tunic with dramatic coattails extending to his calves. Underneath he wears pants of a darker pine color, with black leather boots. Often in the winter he switches out his plain boots for identical ones with added fur at the top, but seeing as you’re all sweating in the dead of night in the middle of July, there’s no use for them now. Seungkwan’s hand loosens around the gold stock of his lance, the crystal point looking like an upside-down V, its iridescence shimmering even in the dim tent.

“Your Majesty.” Soonyoung says softly before all three of them, as if in sync, slip from your embrace to kneel on the ground, their gazes settling on the grass. Face feeling hot, you look around at the ten pairs of eyes following your every move, every slight micro-expression, suggesting, “Ah...guys, you don’t need to...” “Please forgive us.” Seokmin’s face is completely parallel to the ground, and none of them are moving an inch. Your stomach does a backflip and you blink a couple times, feeling light-headed. Suddenly feel like you’re standing in a puddle of saltwater, your body feels ice cold. “We couldn’t…They…” Seungkwan sniffles, words sounding nasally. The puddle’s getting bigger. The water keeps coming; it’s up to your knees now. “We failed to protect your mother and father.” Oh Gods. It’s at your waist, you’re swimming in the ocean alone, lost at sea. No, wait. You don’t feel lost at sea, you are lost at sea. Almost as if you’re dreaming, you know you’re in a tent in the plains of Midmire, but you’re lost in your own consciousness. The whole thing feels incredibly vivid to your senses, like a hyper-realistic lucid dream. “They’re dead.” one of them says. You’re not sure who—you don’t care. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re...

“Y/N…” Cheol calls your name, but you swing your head up, to look at the blue, sunny sky where his voice is coming from. How are you supposed to get all the way up there? Especially when this water keeps getting higher? As the air remains completely still, you try to talk, but nothing comes out. Grasping your vocal chords, mute screams jump from your vocal chords and sink into the water below you, immobilizing you like an anchor. Helpless, you look up to the heavens. “S-Something’s wrong!” Seungkwan yells, a voice once again coming from the clouds, its echo vibrating the surface of the water. Your legs frantically flounder, trying to keep yourself from drowning, but you watch as the day becomes night and the ocean swallows you whole. What you can only assume is screaming ripples through the dark water, so much screaming, it’s muffled and words, too, are being exchanged but you can’t make any of them out. It’s like you’re a genie in a bottle, sucked into a miniscule space, suffocating even though there’s nothing and nobody else in there with you. A cold glow fills your blood, and you lift your hands to watch a white fiery plasma pulsate through your veins. It’s so violent you feel as though your entire body is suffering from a massive migraine. None of this is normal, but yet it feels so familiar—like it’s innate.

“Somnio!” a booming voice breaks clearly through the dark still waters.

And then you sleep.

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You grumble a few times, hands shooing away the burning sensation on your forehead. You think to yourself that your head feels uncomfortable on this hard and stiff surface before groaning some more. “Are you awake?” Soft speech tiptoes into your ears while a few deep voices quietly chatter, and even though it’s relatively hushed, it all forms one big tumbleweed of conversation, making your head pound. Well I feel like shit. You remember that one time you felt extremely bold (is bold the right word?) when you were well under Matrona’s legal drinking age, going through your first four bottles of wine in one night. You felt close to the grave the next day, barely making it through the worst hangover of your life. That kinda feels like this, plus the sensation as if you’ve been left out in the snow while naked for hours. Your eyelids flutter open, irises meeting the looming figure whose lap your head is propped up on—Minghao. His charcoal hair is pushed out of his eyes, and for the first time he seems friendly. His hooded eyes seem inviting, like a cozy bed, wide as your gaze drifts to the rounded tip of his nose, then to his soft cheeks, then to his cupid bow lips. Unsure why you’re taking so much time studying his face, you snappily sit up on the patch-riddled blanket laid out under you and Minghao, your forehead just barely missing his along the way.

“Are you okay?” he asks, seemingly oblivious to you checking his physical attributes out just moments earlier. Was he nursing you back to health while you were sleeping? “W-What...What happened?” your breathing picks up as soon as you realize it’s just Cheol, Jeonghan, Minghao, and you under the stars. You know it’s summer and you can feel the heat around you, but the cold inside you causes you to shiver, making it impossible not to stutter. You look behind you to Cheol and Jeonghan as they sit next to Minghao around the crackling flames that are just a few feet away, where they had stopped mid-conversation to watch you awaken. You turn around slowly towards all three of them, poorly enunciated syllables sloppily racing from your numb lips, “Where is everyb…-body? Where are m-my retainers?” “Hey, hey, hey,” Cheol raises one hand like he’s trying to soothe a rambunctious horse, “They’re fine, everyone is eating dinner inside the tent. You need your rest…” he tells you, reaching over Minghao to press his calloused hand to your forehead, making you feel as though you’ve been shocked by a surge of electricity. Was this because his touch was embarrassing or because it was it scorching hot? Maybe it was both. “Great Mila, Minghao!” almost like he had touched a hot pan, he jerks his hand back, shooting an accusing look at his comrade before turning his attention back to you, “Y/N, you’re freezing!” “I’m trying.” Hao says through gritted teeth, glaring at Cheol. He eases the strain on his voice to coax you back to his lap as if you didn’t just hear his miffed griping, “Your Grace, please.”

No, it’s too embarrassing! you whine to yourself, instead trying to change the subject. “T-tell me what happened first.” “But Y/N-” Cheol begins to protest, but you cut him off. “That’s an order f-from the only s-surviving Matronan r-royalty. And I’m f-freezing, so it better be q-quick.” Cheol sighs and exchanges a stunned look with Jeonghan (who smirks) before raising his eyebrows at you in a look of disbelief, “You know I’m still pissed at you, right?” “Irrelevant.” You dismiss his question matter-of-factly, appreciating that Cheol cares about your well-being, but not knowing what the hell is happening—or rather what had happened—is itching at the back of your mind. He takes in a deep breath, the four of you completely silent, the only sound being the logs burning. “You had a...psychic temper tantrum, so to speak.” “What e-exactly does that m-mean?” As if in sync, both Cheol and Jeonghan slowly pivot their heads and look at Minghao, to whom you, too, are now looking to for an explanation.

“You had an overwhelming response to some traumatic news in your life, thus awakening your magic abilities. Your light magic abilities, to be specific. It’s not unheard of for some mages to realize their powers until they have a need to be summoned—like in cases of self defense. But this was...unbelievable. Some of the strongest raw magic I’ve ever felt. “I’ve never seen someone’s eyes such a bright white, and-and your veins! They were glowing through your skin, it was incredible, really.” Minghao’s never seemed this excited about anything before—no scratch that, you’ve never seen him excited, period. He speaks at such a fast pace you barely can process what he’s saying. You—with magical abilities. You—a light mage. He clears his throat before continuing, wiping off the half-smile that has formed on his lips, “Anyways. So, I put you to sleep since you-” correcting himself at once, “...your magic became a threat to everyone’s safety...Doing that took a lot of my strength. ” Oh, you think, Minghao also needed to rest, which makes you feel even worse.

Upon seeing the grave look on your face, Seungcheol quickly chimes in, voice low and delicate, “No one got hurt.” “I...I’m s-sorry. I d-didn’t mean to h-hurt anybody.” once again, the badly articulated words fall from your lips. You distort Minghao’s words in your head, torturing yourself: You’re a threat to everyone’s safety. It repeats again and again in your mind, with each instance you hear your own voice say it, it somehow hurts more—the last thing you wanted to do was cause anyone trouble. You think back to yesterday, when your total word count at the end of the day was a smaller number than the hours the group had traveled on foot. All because you didn’t want to bother anybody, just wanted to create as little change in their lives as possible before you met up with your mother and father and never saw them again. You had desperately wanted them to smoothly transition back to their own normal lives, regardless of how immoral or illegal you believed theirs was. Not like any of that matters now, you have no home and no family. All you have left are your retainers who have been your only friends for years. You will yourself not to cry as you realize that they’re your family now. But was this all just a nightmare? Yeah, I dreamt up that my kingdom was overthrown and my parents were killed. Right. What did I drink before bed to give me such a vivid and horrific nightmare?

“Hey,” Cheol twists his neck so his eyes are meeting yours, and you hadn’t even realized your focus had darkened while shifting to gaze upon the dirt ground, “Don’t beat yourself up too much.” Minghao cocks his head to the side to look you in the eyes, while you notice his tome sitting snugly in his lap. Filling in the blanks, you assume Cheol had given it back to him while you slept, and then Minghao had made it a makeshift pillow of sorts for your head, “I knew something was different about you when I tried to cast a hex to calm you down, and you somehow resisted it. But this...this definitely confirmed it.” Your jaw falls open. That’s right. How did I know that? And how did I resist it?

“Let me warm you up.” Minghao takes notice of your shaking jaw clacking from the ice in your veins, and thinking of how many ways this action could be perceived, you quickly decline. Taking a hint, Jeonghan, who’s been completely mute this entire time, stands up and pats Cheol’s shoulder, signaling him to follow suit, “I’m sure Minghao could fill you in on the rest.” “Wait-” Cheol protests, but he’s helpless against Jeonghan, who places both hands on his back and pushes him forward. They’re both awfully comfortable with each other, but it only makes sense. They’re old friends, and by the looks of it, they’re pretty close. The two of you watch as both of them head into the tent, greeted rowdily by the rest of the boys, which is probably thanks to some form of alcohol. “Come here.” Minghao beckons, encouraging you to scoot closer to him. He loosens his black velveteen cloak and drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your face reddening, but you do as he says when he gently tells you to put your hands together. You ball up one fist and cover it with the opposite hand, thumb coming to rest on top the other. He raises his hand in the direction of the fire, softly whispering, “Magisio.” And the fire livens up, the heat more intense and comforting.

Your hands still clasped together, you begin to wonder why he told you to do so until he says, “Benevolenska ignisin,” a tiny flame hovering over his palm. “This won’t hurt, I promise.” You watch in awe, until he somewhat frightens you by rather forcibly grabbing your hands to hold them in his own. “S-sorry.” he apologizes, barely audible. “That’s okay.” you mumble, face turned away from him. Your is heart beating wilder than ever, and you pray to the Gods that he can’t tell. “I thought that was pretty cool...what you did.” Minghao softly states suddenly. “W-what? Lose control?” You let out a single chuckle. “No.” he replies, annoyance in his voice—you assume it’s because he doesn’t want to be misunderstood, “Royals usually sit back and watch people die for their cause. Seeing you step up and put your own life on the line was refreshing.” “I think it was d-dumb.” you retort, admitting your shame to him, knowing he wouldn’t judge, almost certain he doesn’t care enough about you to do so anyways. You choose not to focus too much on his hands that wrap around yours, and his cloak around your shoulders, even if both are helping raise your body’s temperature a lot.

“Well, I don’t think that’s your fault...” You remain quiet, unsure if you’re being taken seriously because of the stuttering. But perhaps Minghao gives you something to consider, or rather, offered an optimistic perspective. Which is unexpected from him, quite frankly. A minute or so passes until Hao reignites the conversation. “Just so you know, Seungcheol isn’t only mad at you because you put everyone else in danger. He’s also mad that put yourself in danger.” You remain silent, confused as to why he would care so much. You’d only known each other for a few days. Then again, they were a few life-altering days. Guess it’s true that people bond over shared traumas. “I can tell he feels responsible for you. Especially now with your parents…” he hesitates finishing his sentence out of sensitivity, so you decide to finish it for him. “Gone.” The scene of Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung kneeling before you paints itself in your mind, the memory so vivid and fresh it’s like it’s happening in front of you all over again. You aren’t mad at them—not one bit. You know without the full tale that all three of them were loyal to your kingdom and protected your parents until the end. The more you think about it, the more you feel sorry for them. A retainer’s one and only duty is to protect their assigned royalty—even if that means sacrificing their own life. Seeing as all of them came out alive, had faced the loss of their king and queen firsthand, and failed to keep their only sworn vow, they’re probably beating themselves up just as much as you are right now.

Minghao waits a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully, “Yeah. I’m...I’m sorry.” “It seems like a lot of us are cursed with losing our parents. There should be a club for that or something.” you jump after you finish speaking, wanting to take back what you’d just said, “Oh. I’m so sorry, that was insensitive.” He lets out a guttural chuckle, taking you by surprise, and soon you’re mirroring him, letting out a small giggle while his black ink stained fingers tighten around yours. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh, so you couldn’t let yourself miss the view, turning your head to see the accompanying grin, which is just as beautiful as you had expected. His eyes narrow and the puffiness underneath them bend to form little smiles. When it’s rare for someone to laugh or smile, the more fulfilling it is when it happens—especially if it’s because of you. Needless to say, you feel very fulfilled right now. “No, that was funny. I liked it.” he reassures, turning to face you, two pairs of eyes meeting. You note his humor matches his magic, his eyes, his hair—dark. Both of you stare at each other for a few moments, not saying anything, before Minghao swallows a lump in his throat, turns back towards the bright orange fire, and slips his hands from yours, the flame dying out in his palm, “Are you feeling better?” “Yes, thank you.” In an effort to fill the silence and ignore your heart pounding recklessly, you recall a bit of something he said earlier, “Oh, by the way…” “Yeah?” His head begins to turn towards you but stops, and your gaze doesn’t leave him, knowing he’s looking in your direction although you can’t see his eyes. Continuing on, you declare, “That stuff you said earlier...about my skin glowing and all that. That was in my dream.” “Your dream?” His eyes finally meet yours again, and even though it’s not the first or the second time, his attention on you still makes your heart skip a beat. “Yeah.” you gulp tensely, “I had this weird dream that I was in this puddle and it was daytime, and then as I realized the puddle I was standing in became an ocean, it turned into night. And there was screaming, and...” moving on as you decide it isn’t a great idea to relive the more haunting parts of it, “I couldn’t talk? And I was drowning in the ocean, and that’s when my veins started to glow and I could see them through my skin.” Minghao remains still, not even batting a lash at something you consider ridiculous, your fingers tensing up as he tells you, “That wasn’t a dream.” “Then what was it?” “It’s your Magicae Locus.” taking in your raised eyebrow and mouth slightly agape, this signals him to extrapolate, “Your Magicae Locus. It’s a place your subconscious creates to tie your physical self to the magic buried within you. Think of it as in between astral projection and lucid dreaming.”

Feeling inquisitive, you prod him on, “So what exactly does that mean?” “Each mage has visited their Magicae Locus when they were just starting to learn magic. When you visit yours it opens a portal, so to speak, to allow your physical body to produce, manipulate—et cetera—magic. It’s essentially where your mind goes when your powers awaken. Besides that, it’s not meant much for anything else.” He holds his hands up to the crackling and sizzling fire just a meter away before his fingers tangle together, hands arranging themselves in his lap. “It felt real, right? Like you actually were there even though you also knew you were really someplace else.” “Yes!” your eyes widen as you learn somebody else understands and you snap your fingers, grabbing his attention, “That’s exactly how it felt.” “See?” his voice is calm, but a large huff of air escapes his mouth, and you realize you probably startled him. “Magicae Locus.” Wanting to progress with the conversation since you feel slightly embarrassed upon seeing his alarmed state, you ask, “Can that portal be closed?” Your fingers grip his cloak to bring it back over your shoulder since it had slipped sometime during the conversation. He blinks a few times while a puzzled look moves across his features. A few small moments pass without him saying anything, and you begin to think it’s because he doesn’t know the answer, but he finally responds, “Of course. Anything that can be opened can be closed. I’ve never heard of a mage ‘closing the portal’ though. I have heard of a mage inserting themselves into somebody else’s Magicae Locus and cutting off that person’s connection. But I’d assume to do it, there has to be an insane amount of magic, and a brilliantly powered mage at the source of it.” “I’m just curious.” you blurt out, since you know he would have asked anyways.

A few more moments pass in reticence, and even though you feel like you know Hao better now, nonetheless you still feel jittery around him. “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Shoot.” you watch as Minghao goes back to his same old blank expression. “Will you teach me magic?” the words fall from your throat, and your heart feels uneasy knowing there’s a big chance you’ll be rejected. In your head, you say a word of apology to your poor heart who’s been through a lot today. His chin tilts slightly in your direction, “You want me…to teach you magic?” “Yes...please.” your shoulders perk up, as you draw in a large breath. You’ve been reading about light magic for a while now, you know its origins, its different uses...just not how to control it. Well, obviously, as shown by certain events earlier tonight. “Light and dark magic are somewhat different. I’m not sure if I’d be any help.” he replies, and you slump, kicking yourself on the inside for getting your hopes up, even for a second. “But…” You turn to look at him, wide-eyed and expectantly as the flames of the campfire move across the different highs and lows of his face, like flesh topography. “I can try.” “Really?” your lips curl to form an ear-to-ear grin, and for the first time you feel like you catch a glimpse of Minghao’s gentle side. I mean, who in their right mind would offer to teach magic to someone they just met a few days ago? “Yeah, sure…I mean, if I can find the time t-?” “Oh Minghao, thank you, thank you, thank you!” your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and he lets out an odd noise of surprise, one that isn’t natural or familiar.

“You guys about done out here?” Cheol’s voice says from behind you, causing both Hao and you to jump. Your arms fall to your side and the two of you stand up. “Gods, Cheol! You scared the hell out of me!” Minghao shouts, and you watch as Seungcheol’s face that’s riddled with a scowl snatches the cloak curtained around you into his fist before shoving it into Minghao’s chest. “Are you hungry?” Cheol shifts his attention to you, explaining they have several rabbits worth of grilled meat lying in the tent. You haven’t eaten yet, and are feeling exponentially better, so you decide to head on in and enjoy a nice meal.

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The whole tent is explosive with laughter, and for only the second time this whole journey you feel relaxed. The two groups are mingling, Wonwoo is soliciting with some of the other boys whose names you still don’t know. Jeonghan is talking to Chan as Seungcheol plops down beside him. Time seems still for a moment as your eyes take in the scene before you, not missing the dishes set out for dinner. Trays of fruit, lightly cooked tan meat (no doubt the rabbit Cheol had talked about), white rice, and carrots scatter around the length of the table. What is it with these guys and carrots? At the middle stand seven bottles of white zinfandel, three of which seem to be open and empty. Minghao has made himself comfortable next to Mingyu, you watch on in intrigue as they clink chalices, grinning as they enjoy each other’s presence. “Can I sit here?” you ask Soonyoung, voice slightly raised to reach above the babble, hand coming down to rest on the empty space of table next to Soonyoung. All three of your retainers are sitting together in a row across the table from Jun, who’s chatting up two more young men you don’t recognize. His brown eyes peek out beneath his rose pink locks to meet your gaze for a split second before swiftly looking down, “Yes, of course, Y/N.” Swinging your legs over the maple wood bench to slip your legs underneath, Seungkwan gasps out your name, and by the time you finish getting comfortable, you’re looking at him but by the time you try to meet his gaze he’s hard at work eating his food, eyes frantically roaming around the tent. Seokmin is seated next to Seungkwan, who feels the younger’s awkward sudden movements and shifts himself around to ask if he’s okay. Seungkwan whispers something to him before Seokmin looks you in the eyes, and then mimics Seungkwan’s elusive and uneasy behavior.

“Um.” you clear your throat, Soonyoung meeting your eyes. By his stiff body language, he’s obviously feeling fearful but you figure he’s too afraid to look away. Or perhaps he’s afraid you’ll do something brash, so he’s keeping his eyes on you in case you lose your temper again. “Guys.” you call out to the three of them again. The other two hesitate, but eventually give you their attention. You clear your throat a second time, “I’m uh…” you blink a few times, the words getting mixed up and blurry in your head, so you settle for a simple: “Thank you.” All three angle their heads to hastily lock eyes before looking back up at you. Seokmin is the one who replies, “You’re—you’re not mad?” “Of course not.” in some way you feel hurt that any of them would expect you to be upset. They’d been your retainers ever since you were all early teeangers, and as retainers they were trained hard and fast. Seungkwan began his training a year before Soonyoung and Seokmin, but was a year younger than when the other two had started. The day they were assigned to you and you could finally stop traveling around with those two dusty men in their fifties (who annoyed you to no end with their nagging and lecturing) was a day to be remembered. Since that day, all four of you were inseparable.

“Kwannie!” Soonyoung laughs, one arm extending around Seungkwan’s shoulder as the other hand came to rest on his bicep, “Don’t cry!” “I just thought you would never forgive us.” Seungkwan mumbles, hand coming up to wipe his eyes and nose while Seokmin giggles and leans over to rest his head on his still arm for a few moments. Your heart aches seeing Seungkwan’s tears of relief, it was never easy to see him cry, even if it was out of happiness. For a moment it’s just another night in the castle you call home, all four of you sitting by the fire sticking by each others’ sides through another brutal winter as you find old literature to read in funny voices. “There’s nothing to forgive, it wasn’t any of your faults.” you assure them, shaking your head, ill at just the thought of holding a grudge against them. “And I should be the one apologizing. I put everybody in danger.” “It wasn’t your fault.” Seokmin reassures you, leaning just far enough while he sits behind Seungkwan so that you could see his wet eyes. Soonyoung nods in agreement, while Seungkwan is busy shielding his face from you. “Yeah, I mean you’ve done some pretty stupid shit. And that was one of them, b-” Soonyoung’s eyes wander around the social interactions happening in front of him while he speaks, too distracted to be able to block Seungkwan’s elbow with a blow to his upper arm. “OW! I wasn’t done! As I was saying… You’ve done some stupid shit-” “That we had a part in, too.” Seungkwan interrupts, words departing in Soonyoung’s direction under a glare. Soonyoung ignores him and his gaze shifts upon you, smiling as he’s determined to finish his thought, “But that was probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

Seungkwan, wet tears still laying on his face, stands up with his craggy cotton napkin in hand and begins to beat the devil out of Soonyoung with it, who shields himself with a small silver plate. Soon all four of you are cackling, Seokmin and you both joining Seungkwan’s force to pelt Soonyoung with napkins. After the fight dies down and you feel your abdomen begin to ache from all the laughter, Seokmin reaches across the table to retrieve a bottle of wine. Soonyoung follows his lead, and gathers up four shiny silver wine chalices, “All of us have had a long journey, let’s relax tonight.” Spending the rest of the night next to your old friends from home while in a tent, miles away from your kingdom, is a weird feeling. You’re so used to being cooped up behind brick walls that your experience being outside of them isn’t anything close to what you were expecting. Then again, neither was losing your kingdom and your parents. But for one night, just this one, when the pain of grief is at its peak, you want to ignore it. Everything is changing, or rather, it already had—your path is tangoing with each person’s in this tent. Drinking seems like a good way to numb the mixture of grief, confusion, and shock that creeps into every waking thought. Even though you’re well aware the next time you wake up you’ll be burdened with a real hangover, you tell yourself, But that’s a problem for tomorrow, already on your third chalice of zinfandel. You watch and laugh as Seokmin and Seungkwan entertain the group with a melodramatic skit, taking note of Seungkwan already knowing the names of the boys who you arrived with as shown as he playfully yells at Chan and Wonwoo for their obnoxious side commentary.

An intense and strong energy from farther down the table radiates to you, but it’s not magic of any sort. Changing the direction of your gaze, your eyes cling to one particular individual whose gaze you suspect has been on you for the last several minutes. Seungcheol, who’s planted between Jeonghan and Joshua (a boy Soonyoung had introduced you to while you had sipped on your first serving of wine), is resting his head on his palm, fingers curled against his cheek. His other arm is flat against the table, fingers playing with the base of his presumably empty chalice. Blinking a few times, he silently chuckles at your dumbfounded reaction, softly batting his lashes a couple times, gaze still very much on you. A nervous giggle leaps from your throat, but the skit going on at the front of the table disguises it. However, the evidence of it still shows on your face, a small grin playing at your lips. Cheol grins back at you while you mouth, Are you still mad at me? He shakes his head frantically like a small child who’s in trouble; it’s then you realize it’s the alcohol that’s causing him to act oddly. He mouths something back at you, but as the skit causes another eruption of wild guffaws from all the boys, it’s harder to focus on making out what he’s saying.

Let’s all you narrow. is all you catch the first time. With your eyebrows pulled together, and eyes squinted, you watch, distant, as he mouths it for you again, and you finally piece the words together: Let’s talk tomorrow. Is it bad? You mouth, amusedly watching him as he drunkenly over-does his squinting while trying to read your lips. He furiously shakes his head again, re-adjusting his arms to cross over each other, so that they rest flat on the table. Once again, he replies by mouthing something to you but it’s unintelligible and after he does it a third time his eyelids get droopy until they close completely. You suppress a giggle as you watch him slowly drift to sleep, head gradually coming down to rest on his crossed arms. Seokmin and Seungkwan’s skit finally ends, the whole tent claps and cheers loudly, while Seungcheol doesn’t move an inch.

You shift your gaze to the stars of the show, your swift movement catching Minghao’s eye, who’s seated across from you, along the way. His eyebrow is raised, and he looks at you, and then in Seungcheol’s direction. Gathering what’s happened, he takes in the sight of Cheol who’s currently slouched over the table, fast asleep, not doing much besides breathing. Hao switches his gaze back to you, lips pulling upwards to form a lazy smile, and you find it impossible to stop from yourself reciprocating. Giggling under your breath, you raise your chalice to your lips, taking another swig as you enjoy Minghao’s lingering gaze, drinking in all the excitement and celebration of the night.

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EDIT (180807): i edited some of the story after going back and realizing i left in some of the effects of the original storyline i had planned of jeongcheol being old army buddies + MC thinking YJH killed CSC’s parents (when he was from a diff army who fought alongside matrona’s) and [s]he/they almost killed him to exact revenge. i rewrote a lot of dialogue from from “I thought that was pretty cool...what you did.” to “But perhaps Minghao gives you something to consider...” so if you’ve already read this & dont wanna read the whole thing again, theres ur start & stop places to see the changes and hopefully b less confused......super sorry abt any confusion, i reread this thing like 15 times and it still went over my head..maybe i should get a secondhand opinion before posting next time cuz im seriously embarrassed i just noticed this 2 months later l o l

→ CHAPTER 4

PHEW. god!!!!!! this was the hardest chapter to write. yesterday i was like “im 100% happy w this” after working on it for 3 weeks, and then i went and added 1,000 more words lmaoooo

i really enjoyed this one tho, the tension seems to be v real between y/n & hao 😈i’ll admit i swerved into his lane like 34 times since writing this.....the most fun part was writing y/n’s magicae locus. its nice to take a break from dialogue and write stuff that relies more on description ! speaking of magicae locus, all the words hao says is a mix of (obviously) latin, some italian, and some russian. im working on coming up w a name for the language !

again, i hope the love triangle isnt cheesy + playing into the usual clichés. its important to me that its not the “we hate each other bc we’re both competing for ur love” cliché isnt present. doesnt mean there cant be tension tho 😏how many times have i said tension???

thank u every1 who continues to leave likes, reblogs, nice comments + msgs. feedback means the world to me ;_; i will try my best to not let u all down 💞💓💝 this is my gift to u to start off the week 😁 & as always, heres the google drive link to the inspirations behind each members’ weapons and outfits here.

-deedee

[violin-and-schoolwork]

choi seungcheol- don’t wanna cry

plot: after breaking up, s. coups is faced the reality of losing love right before a tour.

genre: angst

words: 1621

disclaimers: i do not own seventeen or any of their songs or you! please let me know if you want something tagged/warned/removed!

“It’s not going to work out. Let’s end it here, while we’re both on good terms. Don’t worry and don’t be sad. You’ll find someone soon, who’ll cherish you the way I did.”

Those words tumbled around his confused mind as he sat on top of his red suitcase. He didn’t know if his cheeks were flushed from crying or from having come out of the shower a bit back. His hair was still damp and his white phone hung lifelessly, almost as listless as he was, from his hands.

He didn't understand. The two of you were happy! What went wrong? He felt a pang of despair and longing stab at his heart again and he wanted nothing more than to run out of this deserted airport, sans him and the other members that were to arrive soon, and just run back home —to your home —and hug you just like he always did when he returned after a long day of work.

He just wanted to kiss you again, to play with your cute face again, to surprise you with treats again. What was wrong? Why couldn’t he do it again?

The scene replayed again in front of his eyes, flashing like film, taunting and tormenting at how useless, how inexperienced he really was in love.

“Another tour? Cheol, will you be alright?”

“I’ll manage. I always do!” He had announced, grinning brightly like he always did. He couldn’t wait to go and see his fans and see many many new things and bring you back all sorts of stories and rare gifts, just like travelling merchants did in fairy tales that you would sometimes read to him when he was feeling down.

“About that…,” you whispered, clutching your arm and leaning against the kitchen counter, “No. We s-should talk.”

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Is someone bothering you? Who is it? I’ll beat them up,” Seungcheol hurriedly asked, worry coursing through him as he leaned in to wrap his arms comfortingly around you, giving a light squeeze. Normally, you would have let out that familiar angelic giggle, smacked him playfully, and kissed his cheek, managing to extricate yourself while he stood there, flushed and shy from the peck.

But this time, you pushed him away a little, not meeting his eyes, hurt and a little taken aback.

“W-What are you doing? (Y/n), this isn’t like you,” he managed out, trying to keep calm. You bit your lower lip, inhaling deeply and opening your mouth to-

“Hyung! Hyuuuuung!”

He blinked the forming tears out of his eyes, wiping whatever he couldn’t dissipate, in hopes that whoever called him wouldn’t notice.

“Did you have breakfast? You’re here really early. Come on, eat” Soonyoung commented, holding out a McDonald’s muffin. Seungcheol shook his head, pushing it away. The other male tilted his head a little.

“What’s wrong? I thought your diet was over. Come on, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! We probably won’t eat for awhile too, since we’re gonna be flying,” he cluelessly rambled, shaking the bag that held all the baked goods.

“Not hungry. You’re here early yourself. It’s not like you to arrive so early,” the older male pointed out, running his weary fingers through his obsidian hair.

“I made a bet with Seungkwan and Seokmin to see who would get here first! Looks like I’m gonna be thirty dollars richer!” He proudly laughed, his hands at his flexible hips. Seungcheol nodded absentmindedly, adjusting his white t-shirt that was tugging at the belt on his black jeans.

“How much sleep did you get, hyung? You’re acting really out of it,” Soonyoung commented, frowning as he squatted down to reach his eyes level and peering into his downcast face.

“It’s nothing. I’m just a little stressed for the tour,” Seungcheol lied, forcing a ghost of a smile, “I think I see Seokmin over there.”

“Really?! I’ll be right back!” Soonyoung screeched, snapping up and racing away, leaving the older man alone to wallow in his misery.

“You’re an idol. You’re not going to be happy with some drab civilian like me,” you stated, “It would be better for you to meet someone who understands you better.”

“What are you saying? I’m perfectly content with you! Don’t say such things, (Y/n), and you know that,” he replied, cupping your face. You quivered, casting his hands aside.

“You’re out of the house a lot and what about your fans? What would they say if they knew?” You protested softly, holding yourself.

“If they were really my fans, they would support me. Don’t do this, we’ll be fine. You know I love you dearly,” he murmured, wanting to comfort you by touching you softly but he knew that you would only shove him away.

“We won’t ever be the ideal family we’ve wanted, Cheol, and you know that. We’re too different, too distanced, and too…,” you cut off, “Too… inexperienced.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Oh, we have all the time in the world to learn with each other. We have so many opportunities to grow,” he said, smiling as warmly as he could, trying to deny the inevitable, “Lemme have a kiss, (Y/n). I love you.”

“I-I do too. And that’s why I want to break up. We’re not meant for each other. It’s not going to work out. Let’s end it here, while we’re both on good terms. Don’t worry and don’t be sad. You’ll find someone soon, who’ll cherish you the way I did.”

“Hey, Hyung, did (Y/n) pack you any sandwiches like they normally do when we tour?” Vernon absentmindedly inquired, rolling his grey suitcase, decorated with stickers of all sorts up to Seungcheol.

He didn’t answer, the memories of preparing food together, the way he held your hands to make sure you wouldn’t cut yourself, the loving feeling of his chest against your back, the way you leaned over and whispered the sweet words with the voice he adored to the ends of this world leading to the other memories of the two of you happy. You two were happy! A happy couple that went to cafe dates, movie dates, had fights, after fight cuddles and kisses, deep philosophical thoughts and three in the morning, long distance calls when he was on tour, surprise gifts and so much that Seungcheol couldn’t stop himself and everything was so painful as the thoughts all resurfaced, surging forward like a raging, erupting volcano, bringing nothing good.

“Hyung! Hyung! Oh no no, why are you crying?!”

Seungcheol could just cling onto Vernon, burying himself into the male’s shirt, bawling and crying out because he could not comprehend all of this. He loved you, he truly did love you and now you were gone, leaving him to try and uselessly tend to his shattered heart and he was devastated at that prospect. How was he supposed to support and love another when his own adoration left him, taking half of his heart and simply abandoning him to continue functioning like nothing happened?

“(Y/n)!! I-I want to see (Y/n)!!” He sobbed, a complete sobbing mess on the chilling airport floor as the other members could only cluster around and try to soothe him to no avail as he wailed for his loss.

“I can’t do anything without them!! Why can’t they see that I love them more than anything?? I can’t live if they’re not here for me!!” He gushed, tears streaming nonstop down his sunken face, his words coming out like a waterfall, blubbering and calling earnestly for his love.

But you wouldn’t know how he would feel. He was supposed to be an idol on tour, greeting fans and performing.

He was breaking down without you. Without a steady foundation, how can a castle stand? Without his one and only, how could Seungcheol bear to stay strong? And the way Mingyu was patting his back mimicking the way you held him like a baby when he was ill. The way Jeonghan was smoothing his hair only tormented him of the way you rubbed your hands in his hair after a shower, commenting on how nice he smelled and how handsome he was. And the way Minghao was drying his tears frantically, with that worried expression… Everything, even the flowers planted in the pots off to the side screamed of your name.

How was he supposed to find someone better when you were the one for him? When you were the best he could ever find? When you were the one he wanted to spend eternity with, to love, to grow old and become spirits with, to do everything and anything possible with? How was he supposed to live?

“I can’t go on without them, what am I supposed to do?” He asked, sniffing loudly, sprawled out on the cold floor, “How can I go on? How can I pretend to be happy when everything hurts? My heart feels like it’s going to shatter into a million pieces and I doN’T THINK I CAN GO ON WITHOUT THEM!!”

“You can see them again,” someone murmured, trying to ease the rattled leader. Everyone else mumbled something similar, nodding their heads.

“When you see them again,” Junhui hesitantly started, “After a few months after the tour, maybe they’ll have changed their mind. Once they had time to think, maybe they’ll come back to you.”

He helplessly allowed the members to hastily wipe him up and drag him to the airplane. Seated, he glumly glanced out the window, the dull ache continuing to plague his broken heart.

Because if you truly loved him so much, how could you throw him aside like that?

“아는 길 맞는지 내게 또 묻지요...”

Don’t Wanna Cry Series

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