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The Legend of The Sea: Epilogue
"You're crying? You must be turning human, the MerFolk don't cry."
"Of course we do. Why do you think the Sea is nothing but salt?"
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol Ă reader Genre: Heavy Angst, Romance, Implied smut Word Count: 4K A/n: It's finally here! I felt the angst level in the original fic was too high I wanted to give some closure but also maintain the bittersweet nature of their story so I tried my best, I hope its a satisfactory to you guys! Read the fic here first!
3 months later.
Seungcheol stared at his reflection in the water.
Dark hair toussled messily in the wind, dark circles stark under his eyes. He hadn't slept in days....he couldn't.
Every time he closed his eyes he would go back to that night in his room.
You taking a step back and then another.
Your hair fluttering in the wind of the sea.
Your eyes, when you looked at him for the last time.
He just couldn't get it out of his head. The scene would play over and over and over in his head, as nightfall would turn to daybreak, forcing him out of the confines of his room, forcing him into court, forcing him into his role as King.
That was the unfortunate thing about being one - Seungcheol didn't have the time or the luxury to wallow in his own sorrows. He had a kingdom to look after and people to protect. That meant everyday, he had to be a leader, he had to be the bravest man in the nation. It was only in the darkness of his room, standing before the window, taking in your lingering scent and the echoes of your words that he was his true self - a broken, broken man.
If there was any place that could offer him even a sliver of solitude, it was here, at the seacave. Seungcheol didn't know why he found himself here so often. Even though it was the waters that so cruelly took you from him, perhaps being close to the ocean made him feel close to you. Or perhaps because sometimes, the sea would take pity and wash up little somethings from your life onto the shore - your favourite sea weed, or the rare sea flowers you loved to talk about or those pretty pearls in the oysters.
Over the days, Seungcheol had been collecting those little tidbits, filling the cave with signs and memories of you. He had moved your favourite dresses, your favourite books, everything precious to you that was left in his possession out here. This was his haven, his sanctuary - his last reminder of you. His castle and the men in his court were unfortunately not gracious enough to entertain Seungcheol's misery - they needed him to leave you behind, needed him to find a queen, a political alliance that could strengthen the kingdom. Yet another reason Seungcheol often found himself in the presence of the ocean - even though it was taunting, it was where you belonged and where he freely belonged to you.
Today too the ocean is mocking him not so subtly, as Seungcheol's eyes fell on a little something that washed up on the shore, something he was actually quite familiar with - your seashell necklace.
Many months ago, right here, around the time day blended into night, you met him, speaking urgently. You rambled about some mission, something you had to do, something he had to help you with. Handing him this very necklace, you told him one day you'll come to Land like a blank slate and asked him to return it to you when you felt most lost - you said that it would remind you of what you needed to do when the time came. Seungcheol did not understand at all. It didn't matter though, all he had to do was just help you however he could. Your mission was his mission.
Bending down, he picked up the necklace, wondering how exactly it aided you. He had been noticing changes in you for a while by the time he returned it to you. You were asking more questions about the ocean, you were more quiet, lost in thoughts, lost in a battle with yourself. Seungcheol knew he had to let you figure things out, that's what you told him and that's what he did. By the time he came from war, the way you held onto him when he finally recovered told him something had drastically changed. Before he could even attempt to fathom what it was things had escalated - his father died, you were jailed for an assassination attempt and Seungcheol was forced to become king to free you.
Maybe if he hadn't let you go, you'd still be there, not beside him but at least he'd have the knowledge and the surety that you were okay. But Seungcheol couldn't bind you like that, he couldn't strip you of the one thing you valued the most about being in the ocean - your freedom. He had to let you go, but he didn't think you'd have gone this far away from him.
"She always manages to find a way doesn't she?"
Seungcheol stumbled back at the sound of a voice, completely taken aback. Before him was a woman who was definitely old but didn't seem it - she had a staff in one hand, and had donned clothes that made her look like she was in the waters though she was clearly floating above it. It was an apparition......this was magic - that meant she was a woman of the sea.
"The Sea Witch." She corrected his thought, pointing. "And the owner of that."
Seungcheol glanced at the necklace in his hand. "This is Y/n's."
The old lady let out a laugh, shaking her head. "I told you, she's a smart one that one. Always a step ahead, even of me." As she floated closer to him, Seungcheol did not take a worried step back. "Your lovely Y/n, she was an apprentice in my practice, all members of the Royal family are bound to work under me to understand sea magic-"
"Royal family?" Seungcheol blinked hard and fast. "Y/n.... she's....royalty?"
"Strange isn't it? Neither did you know you were in love with the youngest princess of the Sea, neither did she know she was in love with the only Prince of the land. Things would have been so different had you both known....."
"I don't understand." Seungcheol rubbed his head. "What do you mean?"
"Do you know why Y/n came to land King Choi?"
"I figured it was to kill my father-"
"The king." She corrected. "Y/n's mission was to kill the king. Did you ever wonder why?"
"I pondered about it day and night. The only explanation I could think of was...." Seungcheol recalled that fateful day. "It has something to do with my father setting sail."
"Indeed." She confirmed, making Seungcheol's heart sink in his chest. He knew that was a bad idea, he had voted against it. And with each word of the story that the Sea witch proceeded to tell him, it only made it worse.
"So...." He tried to process everything that had happened. It all made sense and also didn't at the same time. "Y/n had to kill my father or me to get back her kingdom. How did you or anyone think she could have done that without her memories? How could you expect that-"
"Was she not nearly successful King Choi?" The Sea Witch smiled knowingly. "Did you think the Hwangs would set her up to a mission that she could easily fulfill? Their plan was to tie her ancient sea magic, to ensure that she would fail in all ways possible, but your woman..... she's a warrior. She's one of the finest battle strategist the sea has ever seen and she had cleverly planned everything in her favour. That necklace...." She chuckled looking at his hands. "That is one of my most prized possessions, something she knew I would help her in exchange for and so she planted it with you and used it when the time came. She always finds a way King Choi, you see how its reached you again? How she sent me to you?"
Seungcheol stared at the seashell pendant. He had just thought of it as a pretty reminder of where you were from. He didn't know it was your secret weapon. That there was so much to this.
"And what do you want in exchange for it?" The Sea Witch stepped ahead, mistaking his wandering into the past as hesitance. "What is it that you want?"
Seungcheol let out a sad chuckle. There was only one thing he ever wanted.
"You can't give it to me." He held out his hand, returning the necklace to its rightful owner. "You can't bring her back."
"But I can."
The crashing waves were not louder than the racing of Seungcheol's heart against his chest.
"Only the dead can't be brought back King Choi. The living just need to be moved around."
The living.
"That's not possible." Seungcheol shook his head. "I know how Sea magic works, she's told me before, you just told me! I saw the sea foam myself....." He wrapped his hand around shell, its sharp edge bleeding him over a wound that never healed. "How is it possible?"
"Because of that." She pointed at the crimson of his hand dripping into the golden sand. "The Sea works in mysterious ways King Choi; magic works in mysterious ways too. When Y/n fell into the Sea that day, so did the dagger, with your blood on it. Blood for blood. I believe the sea magic was satisfied."
Seungcheol felt a ragged breath leave him. "She's.... alive?"
"Barely."
The Sea Witch waved her staff in the air, making the waters rise like a screen, the evening light behind it projecting an image. It was you, sitting down somewhere on the floor, hugging your legs, softly rocking back and forth. Your arms looked a lot thinner than usual, cheeks sunken in, eyes tired and fluttered shut.
"The Sea might have spared her but the Hwangs didn't. The mission was to kill the king. Your father died a natural death and if it had ended at that, there was nothing to argue but unfatefully, before the completion of 100 days, there was another king." Seungcheol felt his insides turn. "She failed to kill you and so she wasn't deemed worthy of the crown. When Hwangs took over, their first order was to imprison her to avoid any rebellion from her side against the new kingdom."
The Sea Witch tilted her head at him, smiling sadly. "Strange isn't it? What you did to save her was what ended up being her downfall. Fate too works in mysterious ways."Â
Seungcheol swore if fate appeared before him right now, he would crush it with his bare hands.
"I'll get her back." Never before did he feel the kind of determination coursing through his veins. The image of you slowly disappeared as the sea witch lowered her staff looking amused. "I'll save her no matter what it takes."
"Y/n doesn't need your saving King Choi. She went to prison willingly." Seungcheolâs lips parted in shock. "Taking into consideration that you became King only the night before a 100 days completed, the Council of the Sea offered her one more chance to go to Land and kill you. She refused. She said she would prove her worth for the throne in the Sea itself. Sure she's benevolent, loves her people and is loyal to her kingdom, but the fact is that she was simply not trained for administration - she was no match for the Hwangs and so the Council declined her claim to the throne."
You refused to kill him. Again. Even if meant saving yourself and everything you cared about. Seungcheol was determined to do whatever it took to get you back. Unite heaven and earth if it came to it. Bring hell from underground, whatever it took.
"Then I'll get her throne back. If that's what it takes to free, I'll do it. Even if it means war. I have been working on science that would allow us to breath in water - we'll set sail, we'll fight, we'll free her, I can do it."
The Sea Witch stared at him, at his pacing agitated self, his mind going mad with just one goal.
"Do you know how magic really came to the sea King Choi?"
Seungcheol blinked, taken aback by the irrelevant question but didn't show it. "The Kangs escaped into it with the spectre of magic....." His eyes focused on the staff in her hand, words faltering as he recognised it from the faint drawings in his old books.
"Escaped?" She laughed without humour. "That's hardly the word King Choi - it was an act of love." Seungcheol frowned in confusion as she continued. "Though both families were neck deep in war, of all the people in the world, the Prince of the Choi kingdom was deeply in love with the Kang Princess. It was his love that brought the spectre of magic to the Kangs, allowing them to hide from battle. It was his love that stopped the war, separated both worlds and ensured peace and it was her love that ensured her people survived. Its her love that still keeps them alive even after so many years."
Seungcheol felt like something stabbed him in his chest as he looked at the Sea witch, grip tight over her staff, looking older than time and in her eyes he recognised the look he always saw in his own - a pining, a fruitless longing for the ones they loved. It was her, she was the Kang Princess. "Their love saved the world, you cannot allow yours to end it King Choi. You cannot declare war between two worlds over a mere desire."
Every bit of hope that had risen in Seungcheol crumbled miserably. "Is there nothing I can do? How am I supposed to just sit still knowing she's not alright?"
"Forget her Seungcheol."
" I can't-"
"Listen to me," She urged urgently. "If you don't bring war to Sea, the Hwangs will eventually bring it to Land. There's a reason the people of the Sea do not want them on the throne - they don't care for anything before power. The only strength the Sea had over Land was magic, but now with people here slowly discovering it, with people like you letting your inquisitiveness take over, the Hwangs feel threatened. So I have a solution if you're willing to listen."
Seungcheol nodded.
"Relinquish your knowledge of the Sea and as King, give me permission to take the same away from your people. I will make a deal with the Hwangs - your memories in exchange for Y/n's freedom."
Seungcheol looked at her with hope. "Do you think that would work?"
"Do you think you can do it? Forgetting about the sea would mean, forgetting about her too. You won't remember anything about her, it will be like she never even existed." She looked af him sadly. "But she will be free and she will be home."
Not having even a memory of you? All Seungcheol ever knew was his love for you, if he forgot that, what would he be but a shell of a man? But if it meant you'd be free, that you'd be safe, what else could possibly matter to him?
Seungcheol didn't remember much of what happened after he nodded. He rememebered thick black smoke rising above the forest right from the castle, prompting him to immediately get on his horse and ride towards the fire. It was his library. He watched the guards pour buckets of water to douse the flames but unfortunately it only stopped after every single inch was reduced to ashes. As Seungcheol walked in the aftermath, he racked his brains to remember what exactly was in here and if it truly was valuable or not. Considering he could barely recollect what was here, he figured it must not have been too important and sent orders for the place to be cleaned and the room to be redone. After all, the new queen would need a space of her own.
8 years later
It all began again the day you woke up on the beach.
The air was cool, the sand was hot; the seagulls were flying across the blue sky, the sound of the waves was like a beautiful melody â it was like a perfectly painted picture. It felt serene and pleasant and like home, like nothing could make this moment feel better.
Then you heard the laughter. A familiar, beautiful laughter and so this time, you didnât hide.
Adjusting your red dress, you pulled yourself up to your feet, leaning against the big boulder and there you saw them, Seungcheol laughing at Kkuma as the little ball of fluff rolled about in the sand. The tightness that did not leave your chest the last eight years slowly began to unravel. There was so much happiness in his laughter, so much life in the way he chased his dog in the sand. It was like he had none of the pain that you were carrying for almost a decade.
Of course, he didnât. The Sea Witch told you what happened, that he had given up all his memories of the Sea to save you. That he had given up all his memories of you. You knew that meant he didnât pine for you the way you did for him all these years, but you didnât think youâd see him so carefree. Something about the way your existence didnât seem to even affect him sent a strange sadness rippling through you. Maybe coming here was a mistake. What if he had moved on? What if he got married and had a family? What if you returning made no difference to him? You could understand Seungcheol not remembering you but the thought of you not mattering to him anymore? You donât think you could handle that; you should have never come here.
You took a step back and then another, pulling yourself away from there, pulling yourself away from him when you felt yourself knock into something that let out a small cry. You turned around to see a small boy rubbing his head vigorously, looking at you full of accusation. He looked young, like he was five or six, dressed in the finest of clothes, his hair windswept to the side. You got on your knees, meeting him at eye level to apologise when you felt yourself being knocked over into the sand by a familiar ball of white. Kkuma barked excitedly, covering your in wet licks, making you laugh, the pain in your heart slightly ebbing. Maybe not everyone had forgotten you.
âKkuma never plays with strangers.â The young boy narrowed his eyes at you. âWho are you?â
You looked at him at a loss of words, when a shadow fell over you making you look up to see a silhouette against the sun. It's only when he crouched beside you that you could see all his features clearly - he's gotten a little old over the years but he still looks like Seungcheol. Your Seungcheol.
âYouâre not supposed to be here. The beach is off limits.â He stated and you looked at him pointedly. Somehow, he understood the question in your eyes. âIâm not supposed to be here either butâŠ. Something about the Sea keeps pulling me to it and I am the King soâŠâ
You politely bowed, as one would to a King.
âIâve not seen you around. Are you from out of town?â
You nodded. You didn't know what else to say to him. How could you explain the events of the last 8 years? Before you were taken away to prison the one thing you managed to do was get a hold of the Sea Witch's shell necklace and guided it to reach him with the little magic you knew. You knew it would bring her to him like it did to you, that it would offer him and explanation and a closure but the result of that ended up so much different than you had expected - you'd lost him in ways you didn't imagine.
After you were released from prison there was only one thing to do - get the Hwangs out of power. So you spent years assembling an army, figuring out the best way to crumble this empire when you received news that your sister was not in fact missing but hidden away by the Hwangs in an attempt to take over the throne. After you had successfully plotted and managed to break her free, even though the Sea Council deemed she was the best fit for the throne, the Hwangs did not surrender. Days and nights you battled, the sea was plagued with storms and horrifying events until finally one day, the hwangs fell from power, returning peace to the waters. It was only after you put your sister on the throne, made sure that the Sea was in safe hands that the Sea witch confided in you - once you gained the ability to breath on Land, you'd always have it - you could go back to Seungcheol.
And here you were, with him right before you, with nothing stopping the two of you from being together yet in his eyes, you were nothing but a mere stranger. You wondered if this was how he felt when he found you so many years ago, when you didn't look at him with an ounce of recognition. It must've hurt, like the way it was hurting now but it did not stop him from looking after you, guiding you, making you fall in love with him all over again.
"So you don't have a place to stay?"
You shook your head.
"Can you not speak?" The little boy quipped, earning a glare from the older man. It made you smile as you nodded. Things had not changed on Land.
Seungcheol eyes though wandered over you like he was trying to see through you, figure you out. They stopped at the shell necklace resting on your neck, one last gift from the sea witch before you left the ocean for good. On it engraved were the words,
"Till death do us part." Seungcheol read and you nodded, echoing his words. "Till death do us part."
He met your eyes and you wondered if be could see how much you longed for him, how much you missed him. His lips parted like he wanted to say something but was interrupted by the little boy standing in between, holding the pendant in his hand.
"Is this from the sea?" You nodded, making his eyes shine in excitement. "My father loves the sea, he thinks there's life under it! He keeps researching and studying about it everyday. Do you know? Have you seen life under the sea-"
Seungcheol pulled the child away from you, mumbling, asking him to play with kkuma who just refused to leave your side. You nearly smiled thinking about how Seungcheol somehow gravitated back to the waters but couldn't bring yourself to when the boy's words ring in your head.
"Father?" You looked at Seungcheol hoping he couldn't see how broken your heart was. Of course he'd moved on.
"I adopted him when he was really young. He was found abandoned at the steps of a church. He needed a parent and the kingdom needed an heir, so....." Seungcheol wasn't quite sure why he was explaining so much to you, a stranger. Something about the questions in your eyes just compelled him to.
"And the Queen?" Your fingers played with the sand, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"I don't have one." Seungcheol confessed. "I could just not bring myself to have one, I don't know why....."
His words trailed odd as he looked at you and that little smile dancing on your lips. God you were so beautiful, why did you make his heart clench like that? He cleared his throat, shaking his head.
"If you don't have a place to stay, you may stay in the Palace till you can arrange for you accommodation. I shall personally look after the necessities, is that okay?"
You nodded slowly as Seungcheol stood up, but this time when he held his hand to help you, you took it, with an unsaid promise to yourself and him, never to let go again.
You were going to make this man fall in love with you all over again. Just like he did.
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When He Asks You To Give Him A Massage ~ Seventeen Hip Hop Unit Reaction
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You looked to Seungcheol in confusion as he positioned himself in between your legs on the floor, jolting his shoulders up and down. He shook them out, rolled them around too, all whilst knowing you were watching.
âYouâre not very subtle,â you pointed out to him, âI know exactly why youâre sat here and what you want from me too.â
âThen why donât you hurry and give me a massage then?â
âWhy should I?â You couldnât help but joke.
âY/N,â Seungcheol dragged out, tilting his head back and pouting up at you, âcanât you just help me out this onceâŠit hurts.â
After a few moments of winding Seungcheol up, you finally caved and began massaging over the top of his shoulders. âYou know there are plenty of professionals out there who can do this for you too, Seungcheol.â
âI do,â he smiled, âbut theyâre nowhere near as good as you, they donât take care of me the way that you care for me.â
âSometimes you know all the right things to say.â
Wonwoo:
A chuckle came from you as Wonwoo reached behind for your hands, lifting them up and placing them against the top of your head. Your head shook, knowing what he was hinting at from you straight away.
âYou want a massage?â You quizzed, peering over Wonwooâs shoulder and taking a look at him as he nodded in reply to you.
âThereâs so much stress in this little head of mine now.â
âYouâre too stressed Wonwoo,â you scolded.
âI know,â he whispered, nuzzling into your fingertips as you began to squeeze over the top of his head and through his hair.
You were careful with your movements, making sure not to hurt Wonwoo or stress him out even more. âWhy donât you close your eyes if youâre tired and get a little bit of rest?â You suggested, watching him closely.
âMaybe that wouldnât be the worst idea,â Wonwoo agreed as he made himself more comfortable laying before you.
âIâll stay here and keep massaging for a while.â
Mingyu:
You didnât quite know what to do as you found yourself straddling Mingyuâs back after he asked you if you could give him a massage. It was a position youâd never found yourself in before, quickly feeling flustered.
âYou just want a massage, right?â You asked Mingyu, a gulp running down your throat as you noticed the definition in his back.
âJust at the top would be perfect, itâs a little bit sore.â
âSure I can do this,â you murmured to yourself.
âYouâre not shy, are you?â Mingyu questioned, overhearing you mumbling to yourself as you tried to find some confidence.
You didnât realise quite how loud you were as you hummed in reply to Mingyu, beginning to massage over the top of his back. âHow do you expect me to be this alright when you look this good and Iâm this close to you?â
âYou donât have to do this if itâs going to make you nervous,â Mingyu assured you, the smirk on his face wide as he spoke.
âIâm here now, I might as well help you out.â
Vernon:
You struggled to hold back your laughter as Vernon continued to stretch his leg out in front of you after accidentally pulling his calf muscles during the boysâ rehearsal, the pain etched upon his face clearly.
âAre you alright?â You asked Vernon as you kept your eyes firmly on him, âyou donât look like youâre having a good time right now.â
âCan you help me? I really need to loosen it up a bit.â
âYou want me to massage it?â You offered.
âIf you donât mind,â Vernon smiled, taking a seat on your bed. âItâs just killing me, I feel like I can hardly walk anymore.â
Vernon turned onto his back so that your hands could begin massaging over his calf, digging in tightly to loosen it up. âWhat did you even do to end up injuring yourself this badly?â You asked him with a laugh.
âI canât say, itâs far too embarrassing to admit to you,â Vernon huffed into the pillow, âalthough Iâm sure the boys will share.â
âI might have to give one of them a text after this.â
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Se eles tivessem descoberto mais cedo, poupariam tempo, dinheiro, bebida, saudades e uma camisa amarela. Mas como nem tudo Ă© um mar de rosas, algo que Ă© dito a Jeonghan nĂŁo o agrada, o entristecendo.
No final... SĂł lendo para descobrir ;)
Jeonghan X Reader, Jeonghan X S/N, One shot, Short fic, Song Fic
©AnaRabbit
Playing : Camisa amarela
~â§S/N POV
                    ~â§Segunda-feira
Fazia uma semana, e eu nĂŁo conseguia mais esconder. Eu necessitava dizer-lhe, me sentia mal o enganando. Fingir que eu estava bem quando ele sabia que eu estava estranha, que eu estava escondendo algo jĂĄ estava me cansando. EntĂŁo quando ele chegar contarei para ele.
Quando Jeonghan chegou confessei. Ele havia achado engraçado, riu tanto. Percebendo que eu não estava brincando, e falando sério, o mesmo pediu pra que o olha-se nos seus olhos e repetisse e assim fiz.
â- Jeonghan, me desculpe. Eu te trai.â
Então Jeonghan se afastou de mim, tentando raciocinar o breve acontecimento. Eu tentava explicar, que o amo e que não fiz na intenção de machuca-lo.
Isso aconteceu apenas por que eu estava fora de mim, consumida pelo maldito ĂĄlcool. Mesmo assim isso nĂŁo encobre o fato de eu ter o traĂdo.
Eu tentava explicar, mas ele nĂŁo escutava nem se quer uma palavra que saia de minha boca. EntĂŁo o mesmo pegou seu casaco e saiu de casa sem dizer aonde ia, apenas ignorando eu o chamando.
âEncontrei o meu pedaço na avenida de camisa amarelaâ
Eu estava andando na rua a procura de Jeonghan, e nada em relação a ele. Eu tinha ligado pra seus amigos, e nada. Liguei para sua famĂlia e nada tambĂ©m. Nem uma pista de onde encontra-lo. No mais tardar o achei, estava caminhando, parecia sem rumo.
âConvidei-o a voltar pra casa em minha companhia.
Exibiu-me um sorriso de ironiaâ
S/N â Jeonghan! â assim que o chamei ele parou de andar e virou-se na minha direção, para prestar atenção em quem era. Quando me viu ficou de cara fechada.
Jeonghan â O que quer comigo S/N? JĂĄ nĂŁo basta quebrar meu coração? Me prometer estar sempre ao meu lado e ficar com outro?
S/N â Jeonghan.. Por favor me perdoe. Eu te amo, amo tanto que me doe estar dez segundos longe de vocĂȘ, ainda mais estando brigados. Por favor volta pra casa. â O mesmo começou a rir e sorriu em ironia.
Jeonghan â S/N, acha mesmo que eu sou um brinquedinho? Aqueles que... ficam a mostra em vitrines. Se sim estĂĄ muito...  enganada. Eu seria um tolo voltando...  pra lĂĄ, para que vocĂȘ me faça...   isso de novo. Quem ela. â dizia com um pouco de dificuldade
âNĂŁo estava nada bem
O meu pedaço na verdade estava bem mamado
Bem chumbado, atravessado.â
S/N â Claro que nĂŁo! Eu nĂŁo sou esse tipo de pessoa. Por favor confie em mim.
Jeonghan â Ha ha, como saberei â dizia com a voz embriagada.
S/N -  Jeonghan, Que cheiro Ă© esse? VocĂȘ bebeu nĂ©. Amor... NĂŁo faça isso.
Jeonghan â S/N, me deixa. Eu bebi sim, e irei fazer isso vĂĄrias vezes hoje. VocĂȘ nĂŁo comanda minha vida, e eu sou adulto posso fazer o que eu bem entender. â Assim que terminou de falar, voltou a andar na direção que estava indo antes.
S/N â Espera! â disse o seguindo.
âFoi por ai cambaleando, se acabando no cordĂŁoâ
S/N â Cuidado Hannie! VocĂȘ pode cair no chĂŁo.
Jeonghan â Eu atĂ© espero que isso aconteça, assim eu tirou vocĂȘ da cabeça de uma vez sĂł. Seria bem melhor.
S/N â NĂŁo fale isso!
Jeonghan â Falo sim! Pare de me seguir, nĂŁo lhe devo mais satisfação da minha vida.
S/N â Hannie...
Jeonghan â NĂŁo quero que me chame mais assim, desapareça da minha vida. E pare de ligar, para mim, para minha famĂlia tambĂ©m.
E assim eu parei de segui-lo, com medo, tristeza e esperando que nada de mal aconteça com ele. Claro que eu não o deixaria desaparecer, mas eu precisava falar com ele quando a poeira baixar.
~â§Â Terça-Feira
âMais tarde o encontrei no cafĂ© zerrapa [...]
Bebendo o quinto copo de cachaça.â
Encontrei Jeonghan enquanto eu ia ao mercado. Ele claramente não estava bem. Eu sabia que se falasse com ele poderia piorar. Mas a saudade, a saudade de seus abraços apertados, e beijinhos, o seu afeto em si, estava me fazendo falta.
O mesmo parecia tomar algo forte, presumia ser café jå que onde ele estå é uma cafeteria, e ele não tem esse costume. Mas assim que o vi pegando uma garrafinha com algo dentro eu descobri que não era. Quando eu percebi que provavelmente era bebida alcoólica, eu ia entrar no café, mas como eu estava do outro lado da rua, tive que atravessar. Mas por algum motivo quando eu entrei ele jå não estava mais lå.
~â§Quarta-feira
âVoltou Ă s sete horas da manhĂŁ, mas sĂł na quarta-feira [...]â
Eu dormia, não tranquilamente como as noites com Jeonghan, mas estava lå. Até que acordo com batidas fortes e altas na porta. Certamente me assustei, e achei estranho jå que hå uma campainha.
Quando me aproximo da porta e vejo quem Ă© pelo olho mĂĄgico em segunda a porta, era Jeonghan. Ele estava realmente mal, parecia que a qualquer momento iria desabar no chĂŁo de cansaço e estando bĂȘbado.
âMe pediu ainda zonzo, Um copo d'ĂĄgua com bicarbonato
O meu pedaço estava ruim de fato
Pois caiu na cama e nem tirou nenhum sapatoâ
Eu o trouxe para dentro de casa e o levei para o quarto, para que ele descansasse. Ele precisava de um banho, mas preferi deixa-lo a vontade.
Jeonghan â S/N... Pode me dar um copo de ĂĄgua? Eu estou com uma dor de cabeça do cĂŁo.
S/N â Espera ai, JĂĄ vou pegar. â Fui a cozinha e peguei um pouco de ĂĄgua e voltei â Aqui.
Jeonghan â Obrigado.
S/N â Han-Jeonghan vocĂȘ vai dormir aqui?
Jeonghan â Sim, terei que dormir aqui. NĂŁo tenho como ficar mais aonde estava antes. Irei dormir no quarto de hĂłspedes, e se preciso atĂ© no sofĂĄ.
S/N â Ah, ok.
 Depois de deixar o copo na pia o mesmo deitou no quarto de hĂłspedes e dormiu na mesma hora. Ele devia estar tĂŁo mau que nem sequer tirou os sapatos dos pĂ©s. Aproveitando o seu sono profundo eu tirei e guardei os seus tĂȘnis, e fui dormir.
âRoncou uma semana, despertou mal humorado
Quis brigar comigo, que perigo, nĂŁo ligoâ
  ~â§Â Uma semana depois
JĂĄ se passou mais uma semana, e Jeonghan nem olhava na minha cara. De vez em quando me dizia obrigado, jĂĄ que eu tentava fazer de tudo para agrada-lo.
Eu sai par trabalhar, voltava tarde e o pouco que o via eram patadas e brigas. E todas começavam com o fato de -eu tĂȘ-lo traĂdo. E hoje nĂŁo foi diferente.
Quando chego em casa encontro  Jeonghan na sala, estava mexendo no computador. Parecia prestar bastante atenção, provavelmente estava trabalhando, como de costume.
Assim que chego tiro meu casaco e guardo, e vou direto para a cozinha. Eu estava com fome, entĂŁo resolvi fazer macarrĂŁo, que Ă© rĂĄpido.
Jeonghan â Quem era?
S/N â hm? Falou algo? â viro para vĂȘ-lo
Jeonghan â Eu disse, quem era?
S/N â Quem o que?
Jeonghan â NĂŁo se faça de besta. Quem foi, quem era o desgraçado que vocĂȘ transou?
S/N â Ahn? Ah...  eu nĂŁo sei. â quando o respondi ele veio atĂ© a cozinha para que olhasse nos meus olhos.
 Jeonghan â SerĂĄ mesmo? VocĂȘ estĂĄ tentando protege-lo nĂ©.
S/N â Claro que nĂŁo!
Jeonghan â EntĂŁo me fale logo! â disse gritando
S/N â Eu jĂĄ disse que nĂŁo sei, por que fica repetindo a mesma pergunta?
Jeonghan - Ah entendi, quer dizer que vocĂȘ decidiu foder com o primeiro vagabundo que apareceu por ai?
S/N- Jeonghan!
Jeonghan â Responda S/N!
S/N â NĂŁo, nĂŁo foi desse jeito...
Jeonghan â EntĂŁo fala logo porra!
S/N â Eu to te falando, eu nĂŁo sei, eu nem lembro do rosto do cara. A Ășnica coisa que lembro Ă© de ter ido a festa do Seungcheol, ter bebido, e no outro dia ter acordado em um lugar que eu nĂŁo conhecia, e com um cara do lado.
Jeonghan â S/N espero mesmo que nĂŁo esteja escondendo que era, pois se eu descobri quem sim e quem era, vocĂȘ nunca mais vai ver meu rosto na sua vida.
 E em poucos minutos Jeonghan atravessava aquela porta com fĂșria, de novo. Eu obviamente nĂŁo sabia aonde ele havia ido. Nem tentei descobri, jĂĄ imaginava que o mesmo tinha ido procurar quem era.
âO meu pedaço me domina, me fascina , ele Ă© o tal
Por isso nĂŁo levo a malâ
E assim se passaram mais dias... Jeonghan saindo cedo e voltando tarde e indo direto dormir, sem nem falar comigo e nem olhar na minha cara. Até que um dia..  A campainha tocou. E eu fui atender e quando vi quem era fiquei um tanto quanto chocada. Era Joshua, amigo próximo de Jeonghan. Para falar a verdade, eu nunca conversei tanto com ele, nem nunca nos aproximamos. Apesar deles serem próximos eles haviam brigado e decidiram colocar um tipo de limite na amizade deles, ou seja eles se afastaram e não são tão próximos como antes.
S/N â Oi Joshua.
Joshua â Oi S/N, talvez eu nĂŁo seja a melhor pessoa nessa situação mas eu realmente preciso conversar com vocĂȘ. Se vocĂȘ nĂŁo se importar.
S/N â Tudo bem, pode entrar.
Joshua â Obrigado. â disse entrando.
S/N â Aceita um copo dâĂĄgua?
Joshua â NĂŁo, obrigado.
S/N â Ok. EstĂĄ tudo bem?
Joshua â Comigo sim, e vocĂȘ?
S/N â Mais ou menos... Mas o que veio me contar?
Joshua â Eu vim falar do dia em que ouve aquela festa, na casa de Seungcheol.
S/N â hm... TĂĄ.
Joshua â VocĂȘ lembra de alguma coisa?
S/N â Vagamente, lembro de ter ido e de quando eu acordei em outro lugar.
Joshua â Ah entendo. EntĂŁo vou te contar o que eu havia visto.
~â§Joshua POV
                  ~â§Dia da festa
                           Ligação On
S.Coups â AlĂŽ.
Joshua â Oi Seungcheol, tudo bem?
S.Coups â Oi Joshua! To bem sim e vocĂȘ?
Joshua â Bem tambĂ©m, Cheol eu queria falar com vocĂȘ sobre algo.
S.Coups â Fala ai.
Joshua â Eu falei com o Seungkwan e fiquei sabendo que a S/N vai na festa, certo?
S.Coups â Sim, ela vai.
Joshua â E que a ex do Jeonghan tambĂ©m.
S.Coups â Ă.. Ela vai de convidada. Por quĂȘ?
Joshua â Tem certeza que nĂŁo vai dar nada de ruim? Lembra? A ex do Jeong Ă© meio estranha.
S.Coups â Estranha como?.. AH! Sei, loucona das ideias.
Joshua â Isso mesmo. E lembra muito bem nĂ© que ela nunca desistiu do Jeonghan.
S.Coups â Sim... Mas nĂŁo vai acontecer nada de ruim, duvido que ela tente arrumar barraco na frente de todo mundo, outra que o Jeonghan nĂŁo vai estar lĂĄ.
Joshua â NĂŁo sei nĂŁo... Ă muito difĂcil confiar nela. O problema tambĂ©m Ă© esse, ela fazer algo de ruim pra S/N fora de lĂĄ. A S/N bebĂȘ de mais pra quem Ă© fraca pra ĂĄlcool, por isso o Jeonghan sempre vai com ela.
S.Coups â Calma Joshua, nĂłs nĂŁo estamos em uma novela do vale a pena ver de novo. Provavelmente elas nem vĂŁo se olhar, vai ter bastante gente, elas nem vĂŁo notar a presença uma da outra. Ta bom?
Joshua â Hm, ok.
S.Coups â EntĂŁo confirmado, vocĂȘ vai nĂ©?
Joshua â Claro que sim! NĂŁo perderia por nada.
S.Coups â EntĂŁo atĂ© de noite.
Joshua â AtĂ©, tchau.
                             Ligação Off
                    ~â§Â Noite da Festa
Assim que pisei naquela festa me senti mal, um mal estar. Parecia que eu realmente ia acontecer algo de estranho. Eu apenas deixei de lado, e fui cumprimentar meus amigos.
Um tanto quanto incomodando com algo quem nem eu sabia, eu apenas tentei ignorar um momento em que vi as duas indo ao banheiro, primeiro S/N e em seguida a outra. Eu até tinha pensado em ficar mais tempo de olho nessas duas, mas me chamaram para que pudéssemos jogar algo.
Quando acabou procurei as duas pela festa e nem sinal delas, o que me preocupou bastante. Nem tinha visto as duas. Até que alguém me disse que viu a ex do Jeonghan levando a S/N daqui, e que a mesma parecia estar mal, ou até mesmo dormindo.
 Agora seriamente eu estava preocupado. Mas eu não sabia o que fazer, e pra onde elas foram, e se na verdade não for nada. Ela simplesmente querer ajudar a S/N? Não... Ela não é do tipo gentil, nem seria amigåvel ainda mais com a atual de Jeonghan. Eu ia avisar Jeonghan, Mas o meu asar é tão grande que eu estava sem meu celular, que futuramente descobri que eu tinha deixado em casa.
Mais tarde, no fim da festa tive que levar Hoshi para um hotel prĂłximo e hospeda-lo jĂĄ que ele estava longe de casa, e nesse âAt the party you, cheersâ acabou deixando ele abobado. EntĂŁo eu o levei e deixei lĂĄ. Quando eu fui sair do quarto. Vejo por algum motivo a ex do Jeonghan saindo de um dos quartos, e o pior de tudo era que ela estava com um sorriso maligno no rosto e cantando vitĂłria.
Eu até tentaria ver quem estava lå dentro ou perguntar o por que dela estar aqui, mas decidi não fazer isso. Teria sido melhor se eu tivesse ido.
No outro dia voltei lĂĄ, para ver como estava Hoshi. Conversamos bastante, atĂ© o horĂĄrio em que era servido o cafĂ© da manhĂŁ. Descemos e na hora em que chegamos no refeitĂłrio encontramos um amigo nosso de faculdade, que tinha ido tambĂ©m a festa. Aproveitamos e tomamos cafĂ© nĂłs trĂȘs.
Conversando com ele, perguntei por que ele estava aqui. O mesmo disse que nĂŁo fazia ideia como veio parar aqui, mas disse que descobriu que a reserva do seu quarto fui feita no nome de outra pessoa, que ele nĂŁo conhecia. EntĂŁo depois de comermos fomos a recepção perguntar quem era, e adivinha quem foi? Ela mesmo! A ex do Jeonghan. E eles estavam acompanhados de uma outra mulher, que era (suas caracterĂsticas). Eu praticamente tinha apenas uma dĂșvida bem pequena, se nĂŁo tinha como der S/N...
~â§S/N POV
S/N â Meu deus Joshua... Por que nunca disse isso antes?
Joshua â Por que eu nĂŁo sabia que vocĂȘs estavam brigados, entĂŁo pensei que nĂŁo tinha acontecido nada.
S/N â Joshua, muito obrigada por me contar isso!
Joshua â De nada. Seria bom que conversasse com o Jeong, explicar que vocĂȘ nĂŁo fez nada.
S/N â Claro, vou dizer sim.
Joshua â EntĂŁo eu vou indo.
S/N â EntĂŁo tchau.
Joshua â Tchau.
Quando era tarde eu escuto alguém gritando o meu nome, então saio do quarto e vou a sala. Lå encontro Jeonghan que assim que me viu correu e veio ne abraçar.
Jeonghan â S/N...
S/N â Jeonghan eu tenho que  conversar com vocĂȘ.
Jeonghan â NĂŁo precisa me contar nada. Eu jĂĄ fiquei sabendo de tudo.
S/N â Mas como?
Jeonghan â Hoshi me contou, ele nĂŁo tinha conseguido esperar Joshua falar pra mim.
S/N â Ele acabou de me contar.
Jeonghan â S/N me desculpa, eu deveria ter pensado mais. â disse desfazendo o abraço e olhando nos meus olhos, de mĂŁos dadas.
S/N â Eu te perdoo sim. AlĂ©m de que nem eu lembrava do que aconteceu.
Jeonghan â S/N eu posso voltar a dormir com vocĂȘ?
S/N â Claro Hannie! Deve!
Jeonghan â Que bom. Olha o que eu trouxe pra vocĂȘ. â disse pegando uma sacola que estava no sofĂĄ. Ele me trouxe um boque de flores, e um a caixa de bonbons.
 S/N â Ah Hannie... Muito obrigada, nĂŁo precisava.
Jeonghan â Precisava sim, eu precisava me desculpar. Outra coisa, isso nĂŁo chega nem perto do que vocĂȘ merece, minha princesa.
S/N â Jeonghan, sabia que eu te amo?
Jeonghan â Sim, assim como eu te amo.
E assim o final do nosso dia: nós comendo besteiras e abraçadinhos nesse frio. Assistindo séries até
âPegou a camisa, a camisa amarela
E botou fogo nela
Gosto dele assim
Passou a brincadeira e ele Ă©Â pra mim.â
Passou um tempo e as coisas voltaram todas ao normal. Eu e Jeonghan mais juntos do que antes, e evitĂĄvamos brigar por bobeiras.
De tarde, eu estava indo colocar roupa para lavar na mĂĄquina. Mas achei estranho pois a muito tempo eu nĂŁo achava uma camisa do Jeonghan, a camisa amarela. A mesma em que ele vestia quando havia saĂdo de casa.
S/N â Hannie! â gritei para que o mesmo viesse para a lavanderia.
Jeonghan â Oi princesa, por que me chamou?
S/N â Ă que eu nĂŁo encontro a um bom tempo aquela sua camisa amarela, sabe?
Jeonghan â Sei.
S/N â Onde ela estĂĄ?
Jeonghan â Ela nĂŁo esta aqui.
S/N â TĂĄ... Mas em que lugar estĂĄ.
Jeonghan â Hm.. Provavelmente em um cemitĂ©rio de camisas.
S/N â UĂ©, por quĂȘ?
Jeonghan â Porque eu queimei ela.
S/N â Como assim vocĂȘ queimou ela? Por quĂȘ?
Jeonghan â Eu queimei porque toda vez que eu olhava eu lembrava do dia que nĂłs brigamos. E eu acabava ficando triste.
S/N â Ah que fofo! â disse dando um selinho nele - Quer que eu compre outra pra vocĂȘ?
Jeonghan â NĂŁo precisa nĂŁo.
S/N â Certeza?
Jeonghan â Sim, pode aproveitar pra me dar uma nova quando for meu aniversĂĄrio.
S/N â TĂĄ bom. Mas Ă© serio mesmo que vocĂȘ colocou fogo na camisa?
Jeonghan â Ă sĂ©rio! Por que eu mentiria? Oh eu tenho atĂ© vĂdeo. Quer que eu te mostre?
S/N â NĂŁo precisa, eu confio em vocĂȘ.
Jeonghan â EntĂŁo tudo bem. Vamos almoçar?
S/N â Claro!
~â§Fim
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â LOVE ON THE BRAIN â s.coups
Your husband's ideas can be so bizarre, yet youâd be lying if you said you didnât like them.
CAUTION : profanities. smut warning. mirror sex. breast play. blowjobs. creampie. husband!cheol. afab reader. not proofread!
âBaby, what?â
That was your initial answer to Seungcheolâs question as he walked in your shared bedroom. Usually, youâd take some time to consider something like this, but unfortunately, the man you married can be so full of ideas sometimes.
And tonight, heâs taking you by surprise with another one in mind. You were in the middle of your nightly routine, when Cheol suddenly strided in, dropping the question with a straight face.
âI said, can I fuck you in front of the new mirror?â he repeats, looking eager for your approval.
All you could do was stare, processing the way he said it so casually. Although you werenât against it at all, considering itâs been a while since you had time for yourselves, and well.. you suppose the mirror you ordered could be useful.
You scoffed, a small smile creeping up your face as you faced the vanity once again, your back now facing your husband by the door.
âBaby..â he mumbles as he approaches you from behind, sliding his hands between your shoulders, his lips finding its way to the crook of your neck, bribing it with soft kisses.
âCheol..â you countered, mocking the way he said it. âYouâre sulking again.â
âPlease,â he urged, practically hearing the pout on his voice. âItâll be fun, I promise. You can even lead the way..â
You chuckled at this, discarding his arms away as you turned around, now face to face with a pouty Seungcheol. You cradled his face with both hands, leaning in to quickly peck his lips, only for his pout to intensify.
âAnd I highly doubt youâll ever let me be in charge.â
âI can make exceptions,â he suggested, nuzzling his cheek between yours, in hopes youâd just agree as he pressed his lips on your ear. âWeâll film it, if you want.â
Your eyes shot up as he said that, grabbing ahold of his shoulders to push him back, only to be met with a smirk on his face, his dimple subtly showing as you rolled your eyes.
âWhere is this even coming from?â you huffed, letting him pull you closer to his chest, feeling the vibrations as he laughed.
âThatâd be so hot, donât you think?â Cheol mused in a low tone, his bribery only increasing each time he spoke. âCome on, just- just trust me, itâll be so good, babe..â
You bit your lip, sighing. âAnd what do I get from this?â
âFree porn?â
Right.
The thing about you is that you could never say no to Seungcheol, not when heâs so skilled at making you want it. So who were you to refuse now?
âEasy,â you panted, holding onto his biceps as he attacked your neck with sloppy kisses. The part where he said you could take control? Long gone, along with Cheolâs shirt that laid on the floor.
Just like he promised, the semi-large mirror was settled on the floor, by the foot of the bed; just right for Cheol to see the view of your curves and back. And by the nightstand, was his phone, steadily recording every bit, mainly highlighting your front.
In a swift motion, your nightgown was off, revealing your plump breasts, watching as Cheolâs eyes dilated at the sight, mouth slightly agape as you straddled him.
âMay I?â his voice was low as he kept his hand busy, fondling with your hardened buds, slowly rubbing his thumb against it. With no hesitation, you nodded, eager.
âOh, god.â you breathed out as he took you in his mouth, squirming underneath him, slowly creating friction between his clothed cock.
You looked towards the device by the nightstand, seeing your twisted expression as Cheol sucked on your breast, toying with the other. Subconsciously, your hands found its way towards his back, gently digging your nails into his broad figure as your chest heaves.
Seungcheol hums in delight, the way his voice vibrates sends a wave of heat to your core. He pulls away with a pop, hazily looking at you with a smirk. He looks down, spotting your hand palming against the prominent bulge on his pants, you swore you could hear his breath shudder as you softly squeezed on it.
âWanna take my cock, baby? Hm?â he coos, tilting his head to the side as you let out a small hum as a response.
Frantically, you pulled the fabric down, his length springing up, subtly spotting the leaks of pre-cum spilling out of the tip. Seungcheol reached out, grabbing the phone on the dresser, flipping the camera to get a view of you fisting his cock.
You gulped. Despite being together for years, you still often wondered if it would ever fit in your mouth.
He gazes towards the mirror behind you, biting his lip at the sight of your ass on display, letting out a groan as he groped on it with a small slap. His thoughts were already running wild with how good youâll look from behind when youâre full of him.
You worked with so much intent, stroking your hand up and down as you pucker your lips, keeping your eyes at him while slowly taking his tip in.
âOh, f-fuck.â he groaned, placing a hand on your head to push you down further. You hollow your cheeks, the girth gradually filling your mouth.
âShit, taking me whole, yeah?â His phone was shaking with how much pleasure he felt, the sound of his groans and heavy breaths most likely dominating the whole video he was filming.
Soft moans emitted from you as you bobbed your head down in a rhythm, not taking your eyes off of Cheolâs pleasured state, eventually feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat.
Seungcheol grabbed a fistful of your hair, his hips almost perking upwards as you whimpered, fresh tears now threatening to fall down to your cheeks as you could feel him twitch in your tongue, a signal
âSoâ ah, fucking good fâme, baby.â he babbles, head thrown back, unware about the phone slipping from his hand as he felt his orgasm approaching.
Teary eyed, you caught the way his breathing hitched, signaling he was close. With one final stroke, you quickly pulled away, not giving him a chance to release his load as his height of pleasure disappeared.
You watched as his brows furrowed, fluttering his eyes open to you wiping the side of your mouth with a smirk, his fluids still on your chin.
Seungcheol scoffs, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. âFucking tease.â
As much as how dainty he looked while you sucked him off, you knew better than to let him finish so easily. Besides, you had something better in mind.
âI want it inside.â Such simple words, yet it was enough to rile the man up, wasting no time in grabbing your arms, gently pushing you off his lap, now on his knees.
âOn your fours.â he instructed sternly, to which you obliged immediately, only to be met with your own reflection on the mirror. You stared, following the way Cheolâs body leaned towards you, lips right on your earlobe with his eyes on the mirror.
âSo, so pretty..â he hissed, scattering wet kisses on the side of your face, his free hand purposely leaving ghost touches on your aching entrance, teasing you.
âCheolââ
âShh.. relax, baby.â he coos, grabbing the tip of his cock, teasingly rubbing it against your glistening slit, expression full of pride.
You bit back a moan, your back arching at the sticky sensation. You hear a breathy laugh coming from Cheol, seemingly enjoying his way of torturing you for not letting him finish earlier.
âSeungcheol, pleaseâ ah..â you whined out, feeling him enter you so abruptly. So deep. Exactly the way you want it.
âEyes up here,â he snapped his fingers, making you look up to the mirror. âBe a good girl and watch me fuck you, yeah?â
God. You swore you could cum just by hearing that. You intently watched as he moved, that firm grip on your hips never leaving as he pounded into you.
âShit! I- just like that!â you could barely keep your eyes open as you screamed out, Seungcheolâs grunts overlapping with the lewd noises you were making. âOh, god! So.. big.â
âAh, baby, youâre gonna make me cum.â he twitched, suddenly feeling your walls clenching around him. You couldnât see yourself properly with how dazed you are, though you were certain you looked pathetic.
But who could blame you? He was hitting all the right places, itâd be a total pain to stop now.
ââm close.. so close, Cheol,â you muttered, barely a whisper but enough for him to get your signal as you uncontrollably clench around him.
âGonna fill you up so good.â he hums, picking the pace up.
With a final whine, you released, right on his cock as he kept chasing his high, not missing the way he trembled before shooting his load inside of you, not letting a single drop go to waste.
âGod..â you sighed out, collapsing face flat on the mattress, faintly feeling the load of cum leaking from your entrance.
âHey,â you heard Cheol from behind, grabbing ahold of your shoulders to lay you right beside him. Regardless of everything, the glint in his eyes remained the same, together with that stupid smirk on his face.
âDid I wear you out?â he chuckles, placing a hand on your cheek. Your heavy breathing remained, weakly turning your head towards the mirror in-front of the bed, now getting a better view of your unkempt state.
From the reflection, you could see Seungcheol biting back a smile. You turned to land a glare at him, while his exhausted smile just widened.
âAt least you still look good.â
âI hate you.â
a/n : it's friday then, it's saturday, sunday, WHAT???
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The Legend of The Sea
"You're crying? You must be turning human, the MerFolk don't cry."
"Of course we do. Why do you think the Sea is nothing but salt?"
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol Ă reader Genre: Heavy Angst, Romance, Implied smut Word count: 14K (completed) A/N: This was supposed to be a very long fic with lots of dialogue and lot of plot but I decided to take a turn and write a shorter version! It's very different from my usual writing style, it would be great to receive your thoughts and comments! I'm considering writing a epilogue if the response is good :) Tags: @xcynthiaaa @dr3aluv5 @unlikelysublimekryptonite @orcasandtea @letsplayitcool @idubutily
It all started the day you woke up on the beach with that unbearable pain searing through you. Â
The air was cool, the sand was hot; the seagulls were flying across the blue sky, the sound of the waves was like a beautiful melody â it was like a perfectly painted picture. It should have felt pleasant, it should have felt serene, instead you felt immense pain, like your guts were turning inside out and your chest was being split into two.
And it just wouldnât stop. Even if you thrashed about in the sand or let out soundless screams clutching your chest, nothing could make the pain stop. Â
Except the soft laughter. Â
Someone else was here.Â
As the pain ebbed at the sound of a voice, fear came rushing in its place. Â
Someone else was here.  Â
Your instincts told you to hide so you did, scrambling to your knees in the sand, crouching behind one of the many large boulders scattered around, trying your best not to be found. And to not let curiosity get the better of youâŠ.. until it eventually did.
You allowed yourself to peak, just a little, just to put a face to the voice and instead saw a bouncing fluffy cloud of white. Strange. You didnât know clouds came down like that. Or that they had eyes, because suddenly, this one looked right at you.
You immediately retreated back into your hiding but it was in vain - within seconds, it made its way over and much to your surprise, jumped right into your lap, covering you in wet, eager licks. You panicked, trying to defend yourself, although it didnât feel like much of an attack. Â
And that was when you saw him. Â
First, he was just a silhouette, a dark outline against the sun but when he crouched down to meet your eye, you realised he was the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen. He had such pretty hazel eyes, lighter in the middle, darker on the outside. Then there were the thick, dark eyebrows and thicker darker hair, swept back by the wind. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the first two buttons (unnecessarily) undone, the sleeves (needlessly) pushed up to his elbow. But your eyes were stuck on his lips â red, full of life and moving â he was saying something.  Â
You canât hear him, not with the way your stomach was turning and turning and turning and then unable to hold back, you gave in. You turned and doubled up, finally throwing up all that discomfort into the sand, breaking into a fit of cough. The man before you though, wasnât fazed. Rather, he was efficient, quickly getting up, pulling you away from the mess gently and handed you the bottle of water he had on him. You refused - water was only making you more nauseous.
He didnât insist, instead he unfolded a large piece of cloth, (later you learnt that it was called a picnic blanket) and threw it over you. It was only its warmth that you realised â unlike him, every bit of your skin was exposed. You held the fabric closer to yourself hoping you could just bury yourself in the sand instead of having to face him â something about the way he looked at you made you feel very vulnerable. Â
He then asked if you were feeling okay but only received silence as an answer. The truth was, you werenât. Not only were you in the middle of nowhere, you had no idea why or how you got there. It seemed like he understood that; like he realised you were lost and needed help. When he got up and held his hand out though, you didnât take it. Instead, you took support of the boulder behind you and got up on your own, only to lose your footing and stumble right into his arms. You instantly pulled yourself away and took another faltering step and then another, and then fell right back into his arms again. He was amused but didnât say or do anything except watch you try, ankles sinking in the sand, knees unfaithfully giving away every time, until finally you gave up and took his hand. Slowly and silently, he led you far away from there. Â
That day you learnt his name was SeungCheol. Â
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That white cloud, Kkuma, was apparently what humans called a dog. Â
While humans efficiently seemed to walk on two legs and could converse for hours, dogs apparently walked on four legs and couldnât talk. Though you certainly looked like a human, you often wondered if you and Kkuma were the same. You too happened to find long hours of walking and talking difficult and more than anything, you didnât seem to enjoy the company of other humans that much. Thatâs why the last one month, you spent most of your time with Kkuma, far away from most people, all the way across the town, in a small settlement between the lake and the mountains, in Seungcheolâs cottage. Â
Seungcheolâs home was your safe haven. Rather, Seungcheol was your safe haven. Â
When you were with him, when you looked at him, you always forgot that it had been four weeks and you still had no idea who you were, that you had no memories, you had no life. Â
Because Seungcheol gave you a life. He taught you to walk the way you saw mothers hold the hands of their little babies, encouraging them to take a step forward. He taught you to read, scribbling away alphabets with you for hours on end, even when little children laughed at you for not understanding. He taught you that a fork was not the same thing as a comb and that water was used to wash yourself, and that fire was hot and burnt things.
He didnât just teach you things, he cared for you. He noticed you liked the red and filled your wardrobe with red dresses. When you told him you really liked the taste of fish, fish was all he cooked for weeks. Though he never seemed to like being away from Kkuma, his little princess, he would always leave her behind to give you company whenever he left.Â
Seungcheol left the house every morning at the break of down. So did most men, you noticed. The lady who lived down the stone pathway told you that men went out to make money while their wives, who stayed at home, cooked for them. That day you tried to cook for the first time, and asked Seungcheol if you were his wife. He laughed, then choked on a fish bone and asked you to leave all the cooking to him from here on and so you did.
Every day, Seungcheol would cook before he left while you stood beside him, watching in awe, handing him whatever he asked for. You usually ate breakfast and lunch with the animals in the stable but you always had dinner with Seungcheol. No matter how long he was gone for, end of the day, he always made it back to you.  Â
You watched the sun slowly setting behind the mountains. He should be here soon, which was why you shouldnât be sitting by the lake anymore. Seungcheol always warned you to maintain a safe distance from it, to never go too near. He said it was dangerous, that people drown because they cannot breathe under water. You had seen it. Â
When the woodcutterâs young boy fell into the lake a few weeks ago, you watched him thrash in the water, struggling to come up. A few brave people jumped in to save him but the boy never came out again. Everyone in town was scared of the lake, they hated it. Only the old âcrazyâ lady that lived by the edge of the forest ever went near it. She wasnât afraid of it; she said the lake was barely dangerous - it was the sea that was bad. That it had terrifying monsters and horrors that should never be uncovered. She liked the lake and honestly, so did you.
You liked how it never really felt cold and how the temperature was always just nice. You liked how all the fish swam up to you whenever you dangled your feet in, sitting by the bank, how at peace it all made you feel. Â
But when you saw Hannie in the sky, you immediately pulled your legs out of the water and hid the wetness of your feet under the fabric of your long skirt. Hannie was Seungcheolâs other pet, a pretty, baby white dove. He wasnât a pet, not really, he belonged to the skies but Hannie loved to follow Seungcheol everywhere and Seungcheol loved it just as much. Actually, the whole town seemed to love white doves â it was on their flags, their shields, their uniforms. Seungcheol said it was the emblem of the kingdom. You had no idea what that meant, and frankly you didnât care much. All that mattered was that whenever you spotted this little white bird, instantly recognisable by the small tinge of red right in the middle of its chest, it meant Seungcheol was home. As it softly landed on the fence, right before the sun was completely engulfed by the mountains, you heard Seungcheolâs horse and opened the gates to let them in. Â
Over dinner, Seungcheol told you about the fight that broke in the marketplace. Itâs a funny place the market, something always seemed to be happening there. On the weekends, you would follow him through it as he went vendor to vendor, making his purchases. The people of the market were actually sweet. They would always smile and try to talk to you but you could never bring yourself to talk back, you could never find the right words to say. Instead, youâd simply stare blankly then move closer to Seungcheol, holding on to him. Eventually, they all started assuming you couldnât speak. You didnât correct them and looking at your reluctance, neither did Seungcheol. He would simply wave them away, or shoo the kids who seemed to tease you. As long as you were outside, Seungcheol would never leave your side or your hand. Â
You didnât like going out very much, the big crowds and all those loud noises were always highly uncomfortable but the few times Seungcheol insisted you come with him and said it would be fun, it was actually not that bad. He took you to the townâs lights festival, where every inch of the streets and houses was covered with the prettiest coloured lights, and also to the annual horse racing competition which was exhilarating beyond belief. Your favourite though was childrenâs drama day, when the little kids of the town participated in skits looking a lot, lot smaller than the original characters were supposed to be. He didnât though, take you to that big feast that happened in the castle. You didnât really mind â something about the castle was just very unnerving. Â
It stood tall and proud, all the way at the edge of the town, up a long winding route, at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the sea waters. Initially you had no idea what a castle even was, but over time you learnt that it was where the king lived. The king was the most important person in the town and supposedly the kindest, wisest and strongest man too. If you didnât know better, you would have thought Seungcheol was the king. Afterall, he helped everyone in the neighbourhood, he solved the fights in the markets, he protected the settlement from the wild dogs and other beasts of the forest. But Seungcheol was not the king. The king lived in the castle and Seungcheol lived with you. Â
After dinner, like every other day, you sat in Seungcheolâs study, practicing writing your alphabets as he went through endlessly long scrolls of his own. Today when you handed him your work, he scolded you yet again for rushing through the last few lines. You knew you shouldnât have but you can never help it because the faster you finished, the sooner Seungcheol would read to you. Granted you knew how to read now but you werenât really good at it, not everything made sense. The small books were easy but they were boring - it was always about animals and children and other things. The big books were where everything interesting was. Â
Every night before you went to sleep, Seungcheol would bring out a book, sitting down by the fireplace and you would curl up next to him, leaning over as he read to you. Sometimes he would read out history, recounts of great wars and heroes and sometimes about legends, the fire breathing dragons, sea monsters, fairies in the woods. While you listened to all of them with the same fascination and curiosity, a selected few made you feel somewhatâŠ..different â the ones about true love. About two people fighting all odds to be together. About two people wanting to be with each other more than anything.
Whenever Seungcheol read those to you, you somehow saw yourself in those words. Or rather, those words in you. You found that âquickening heartbeatâ whenever your hand brushed against the man beside you. His compliments made the âheat in your cheeks riseâ. There was a constant ânervous fidgeting of the fingersâ when you were around him and sharing of the âsecret glancesâ. Even now as he was reading you were looking at him, at the way his lips were moving and how soft they looked and wondering how much softer they would feel against yours.
When Seungcheol turned to you, sensing your eyes on him, meeting them without hesitation, you could have leaned in, you could have found out. But you didnât; you didnât dare. Instead, you looked down at the book, at the pictures of the prince and princess dancing, wondering if you too had a happily ever after written in your fate. Â
Maybe it was, because a few days later, when Seungcheol looked at you like that again, you didnât hold back anymore. You didnât want to. This time you leaned in, gently pressing your lips onto his, discovering much to your relief that they were indeed every bit as soft as they looked. His eyes widened when you pulled back immediately, but he didnât say or do anything. Then a silence followed, heavy with confusion and anticipation and so many other things that you couldnât quite fathom so you quickly excused yourself from there stating it might rain and you forgot to close your bedroom windows.
As you shut the doors of your room behind you, hand on your chest, you felt your heart racing away but you should have been at peace, right? You had finally plucked up the courage and satiated all that bubbling curiosity. Instead, you felt like you were going to lose your mind â now that you had a taste, you wanted more.  Â
Days passed before you finally kissed him again.
It was on a rainy night and you were sitting closer to him than usual, as though the fire was not enough to keep you warm. It started the same way, first a few stolen glances, then a long silent stare and then you were kissing him, soft and sweet but this time he pulled back and you didn't let him. Instead you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, holding him close, whispering that you wanted to do it again. He listened, kissing you back but it was different this time and god did it set off something in you.
His lips became demanding, and his hands were everywhere - in your hair, running down your back, on your waist. He took your breath away, quite literally because he just wouldn't stop and you couldnât breathe. You didn't want to either but after what felt like eternity, you had to break apart, feeling all giddy. Seungcheol then gave you the brightest smile and one last peck.Â
That went on for many more days. Sometimes it was sweet and simple, sometimes hot and heavy. Initially the books were your only witness then there were more. The peaking sun as he gave you a peak before he left in the mornings, the pots and pans of the kitchen while he focused on you instead of the burning bread, and kkuma, when he forgot to seek while she hid, his attention on your mouth instead. Everything was going blissful.
Then one day Seungcheol didn't come home even after the sun set.
You waited by the gate for a long time, but neither Hannie, nor Seungcheol, nor his horse could be seen. That was the first night you spent alone - shivering in the cold and terrified. The storms had begun outside, the rain was drowning everything in its way and as each hour passed, you sunk deeper and deeper into despair.
Even when the sun came up again the rain didn't stop, the pain didn't stop. Though you hadn't slept or eaten in hours you only thought about him. Even kkuma got tired of waiting and curled up in the warmest spot in the house but you stood by the door the whole time until you couldn't anymore. Â
Not when you saw finally saw Hannie in the sky but Seungcheol didn't follow. That was when you knew something was terribly wrong. You immediately grabbed a lamp and were ready to set off to find him on your own when you saw the paper tied to the birdâs little foot. I'll be back soon it read in the handwriting you recognised was Seungcheol's, a wave of relief crashing over you. Â
But it took very, very long for 'soonâ to come.
The rain had stopped, the sun had set, the sky had cleared and the stars were pitifully watching the way you sat against the door, desperately fighting your eyes threatening to fall shut. That was when you felt Seungcheol's hand on your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. Â
You instantly got up, throwing yourself into his arms and for the first time ever, broke down, sobbing into his chest. He held you like that for as long as you didn't let him go, softly patting you, telling you it was okay, and that he's home. There was apparently a landslide near the mountains and he had to help the people stuck there but you didn't care what his reasons were. You were never going to let him go ever again, you'd fight the sun from coming up tomorrow morning if needed.
Seungcheol simply laughed and said first you should fight your stomach, it seemed like it was struggling in there. It was only when you admitted you hadn't eaten since last night that he let you go and walked into the kitchen to whip you a quick morsel.
That night he said he was too tired to read to you. Instead, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead with an apology and was about to retire to his room when you held him by the hand, scared to let him go again. He tried to comfort you but the tears just wouldnât stop, not until he cupped your cheek and kissed you, whispering about how he missed this, how he missed you. You confessed that you did too, and his absence made you feel terrible, like never before.
Let me make you feel good then he said. But if he wanted to help you, why did it seem like he was pleading? Like if you didn't agree he would lose it? So you agreed, letting him do whatever he wanted, whatever he needed.
His mouth was hot on yours, hands wandering all over and when they tugged the strings of your dress, you let out an inaudible gasp against his lips. He swallowed your words, undressing you slowly, with his hands and his eyes. You felt so bare, so exposed yet you didn't feel like hiding from him - you wanted him to explore you however he could and god did he do it.
If you thought his mouth on yours felt good, the places he put it now were wild. It was like he somehow knew every sensitive bit of your skin and went straight for it. He wasn't lying, this was better than good, it felt euphoric. He unravelled you with his touch, his hands in places even you hadn't felt yourself. You wanted more, you wanted so much more and he gave it, over and over again, letting you feel every inch of him, reaching as deep inside you as he could, like any distance between the both of you was unbearable. You let him consume you in his fire as the pain turned to a pleasure like never before, a coil tightening in the pits of your being. The both of you whispered each otherâs names for as long as you could hold it until you finally let go and so did he, filling you with every last essence of him. As you laid side by side breathless, staring at the roof, you saw the stars have come down, swirling across the ceiling and you fell into a deep slumber. Â
When you woke up that morning, the sun was almost right on top of the cottage, half the day having already passed. Seungcheol didn't leave that day, instead he was right there, pressed against your back, wrapping you in his embrace, your limbs messily tangled with each otherâs. When you tried to free yourself from him, he pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck, taking in as much of you as he could before he said he had to leave again. I'll come back to you, he promised and you did not let him see how tears brimmed in your eyes as you waved him away.
After that day though, you never cried again. Or ever slept in your own bedroom. Like promised every night Seungcheol returned to you and every night you lay between the sheets together, some days making love, some days simply talking and laughing away, some days just drifting away to sleep in each otherâs arms. It truly felt like happily every after but you forgot, happily ever after was only for fairytales.
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It was just another normal day. The both of you had woken up as usual to the crowing of the rooster before dawn. You gathered the vegetables in the garden while Seungcheol made the most wonderful soup, perfect for a cold day. After he kissed you goodbye and left, you cleaned the stables, drew water from the well, tended to the garden, washed up, donned your favourite red dress, ate lunch, took a nap, played with kkuma, and finally, sat by the lake again, trying to catch your breath. It was the same routine as the last eight weeks. Â
As you unconsciously plucked on the grass, your mind couldnât help but wander back to a question that had been plaguing you these days. Was this all your life was going to be? The same routine, waking up everyday knowing it was going to be the exact same as yesterday and will be the exact same as tomorrow? Sure, you loved Seungcheol and Kkuma and Hannie and this little life you had built together, but you couldnât help but think if you were made for something more. This couldnât be it right? Â
It wasnât. And you were moments away from finding out.
You were so lost in thought, you didnât notice Hannie in the sky until he landed right next to you, making you hurriedly jump to your feet to get away from the lake only for your damned dress to get tangled between your feet, making you fall right into the waters. Thank God Seungcheol had reached just in time to see you disappear under the surface and immediately dived in. Using all his might he pulled you up before you were lost in the depths, coughing and catching his breath as he crawled onto the bank.
That was the first day things went very, very differently. Â
Instead of greeting Seungcheol like you usually did every day, you shivered, walking away into the house to dry yourself. You didnât change into another red dress but a blue on this time that made even Seungcheol raise an eyebrow in surprise. Dinner was not the same too. The kimchi which never ran out had finally run out, there was apparently no fish in the market today and seungcheol bought eggs for the first time. When he insisted you would like the taste, you tried it and you indeed did like it, a lot. He grinned at you and said you could always trust his word but how could you anymore?Â
He told you to stay away from the lake, that people couldnât breathe under it but when you fell in, you could. In there you felt, if not more, just as alive and breathing and the water â it spoke to you. At first you were sure you were dying - you should have listened to Seungcheol, you should have stayed away but here you were in the middle of the lake, so close to death that you were hallucinating voices. But when you realised you were actually breathing, you listened.Â
Finish your mission Y/n. Finish the mission and you can become who you really are again. You can join the waters again.Â
You didnât understand. Â
That night instead of a fairytale, you ask Seungcheol to tell you about the legend of the sea again so he did.
Centuries ago, back when there was magic on Land, there was an ancient war between two of the most powerful kingdoms of Earth â the Chois and the Kangs. They battled tirelessly, day and night, for months to the point where uncountable bodies began piling, resources began running out and even the heavens begged them to stop - there would be nothing left of the Earth this way. But thatâs the thing about power â relinquishing it was not an option. Â
Finally, one unfortunate day, the Chois gained an upper hand in battle, forcing the Kangs to seek refuge in hiding. The Kangs though, disappeared overnight - though the Chois searched every corner of Land, they could not find them. It was only when they sort to use magic to find them that victors of the battle realised, they had lost their most prized possession â the Sceptre. The sceptre was like the motherboard of all magic on Earth â it was the source. After years of combing every inch of Land, the Chois finally came to the conclusion that the Kangs and the Sceptre were in the one place that no one on Land could reach â The Sea. Â
Indeed, powered by magic, the entire kingdom of the Kangs and all those who stood by their side had retreated into the ocean, making a life for themselves there. Using the magic, they kept themselves alive, preparing once again to battle for what they believed was rightfully theirs. But the Earth could not take another war, at this rate, nothing would be left and so, the Council of the Land and the Council of the Sea were formed, to keep peace between both kingdoms. After months of debate, both councils came to a Pact.
The Kangs were allowed to keep the magic but were forbidden from ever stepping on Land. The very magic they stole was used to strip them of their ability to breath air, forcing them to stay in the waters for life. The Chois on the other hand, were allowed to rule Land but were never to see magic again â the Land would not know of it and would not use it anymore. And most importantly, the Land and the Sea were never to meet. Every single ship in sight was burnt, boats were torn apart, walls were built at the border of every coastal city. Â
Over generations, not only did the Land never interact with the Sea but they began to fear it, malicious stories of monsters and merpeople making their way into childrenâs bedtime stories and fairytales. A few brave, rebellious souls would try to break The Pact and venture into the Sea but no one really lived to tell the tale.
Seungcheol said that there will never be anyone with a tale to tell because like all legends, this too was no more than just a story and a speculation. But for the first time, you donât believe him. Â
Instead, you think merpeople truly do exist and as impossible as it sounded, you might just be one of them
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You looked at the pretty red dress you had laid out on the bed for today. Â
Today was important for more than one reasons.
Today was the annual citizenâs banquet, which meant it was the first time you were going to the castle. Today was also the first time you were going to see the king and most importantly, today was also probably the day you were going to find out who you really are. Â
You didnât tell Seungcheol about what happened that day in the lake. Maybe because he believed that the Legend of the Sea was not true or because you yourself were not sure you entirely believed it, but somehow you, who told Seungcheol about everything, didnât tell him about this. You needed more confirmation first, you needed to go into the lake once more.
But surprisingly, the lake you once liked so much looks more daunting now. You were not afraid of drowning, rather you were afraid what being able to survive the waters would mean. You kept avoiding it, telling yourself one day you couldnât go in there because you had to brine the vegetables and that you had to bathe the cows or whatever other excuse you could find until one day all the chores were over and you ran out of excuses. You had to go in now. Â
Carefully looking around to make sure there was no one in sight, you sat down on the bank, put a foot first, then the other, then slowly lowered yourself in, submerging into the waters, kkumaâs barks fading out, the voices taking over. Â
Finish your mission Y/n and join the waters again. Â
It was true. Â
You werenât imagining things, you were indeed breathing in there, the voices were real, everything was ridiculously real. It didnât make any sense but it also really did. The water felt like home, like you belonged. You could swim much faster, better than you could walk. You felt stronger, more powerful, more like you in there. Even though the lake looked like it held darkness, you could clearly see everything below â the animals, the plants, the life, all of it. Oh, you wanted to join the waters, you wanted to be here forever.
But when you opened your mouth to ask what the mission was, only the gurgling sound of bubbles left you. Somehow just the thought was enough because you heard the answer soon enough and it sent a chill down your spine. Â
Kill the King. Â
You looked at yourself in the mirror, donning your dress.
The price for finding out who you were was to kill the king, the most important man in the town.
You couldnât.
Taking the life of another could not be the price of your truth. So, you had decided to forget about it. It was wrong and unethical and whoever asked you of that had clearly lost their mind exceptâŠ.. it was you.
The more you thought about it, the more you could not deny it â the voice in the lake was your own, as though you had left yourself a message, a reminder. Why on Earth would you want to kill the king? Then again, how did you, someone who clearly belonged to The Sea, find themselves on land? Why was it that you remembered nothing?
Maybe killing the king had a bigger purpose, a noble one, after all, all kings were not necessarily good. Â
You had to find out. You had to meet him and see for yourself.
And as though the universe was aligning things into place for you, the night you decided to ask Seungcheol about visiting the castle, he mentioned that the king was arranging a grand banquet to which all citizens of the town were invited. He said if you were not comfortable you didnât have to go but you cut him off much to his surprise, insisting that you want to attend. Â
Thatâs how days later you found yourself standing at the gates of the castle as the crowd of town poured into the estate on either side of you. Seungcheol was supposed to pick you up tonight but instead there was a carriage waiting for you, with a message relayed by the footman that he got caught up in something and will meet you in the banquet.
The banquet was arranged in a large hall right in the middle of the castle and it was perhaps the most stunning place you had ever seen. The stone walls were covered in drapes of red and purple, the large windows shining with the views of prettily trimmed gardens. There were beautiful paintings everywhere, statues of men in armour and food of all kinds being serve around. Almost the whole town fraternised under the large golden chandelier, each dressed better than the other, chattering away in small whispers. You stayed near the large pillars of stone, as far away from the crowd as possible, eyes still looking for Seungcheol, ears trying to tune out all that people were saying around you. Â
But you couldnât ignore the loud sound of the trumpet as it echoes through the hall, followed by an announcement that the King had arrived. As your heart thumped away in your chest, he appeared, at the top of the stairs that led down into the hall, dressed in what you thought was rather simple for a king. You wanted to move closer to get a better look as he descended down the stairs but you realised everyone around you was bowing down to him so you mirrored it, staring at the white marble of the floor. Its only when a pair of pretty leather shoes appear right before you that you allow yourself to look up, facing the one person you were to see tonight â the king.
He was nothing like you hoped. He didnât look malicious, or evil or like he was even capable of doing something wrong. He had the kindest eyes, crinkled with crowsâ feet as he smiled at you so warmly, you felt nothing but comfort. Only one other person in this whole town ever made you feel safe like that. From the looks of his salt and pepper hair, he looked like he was aging, and the wisdom that came with time also shone on his face. He smiled so pleasantly, didnât dress in a way that showed off all his wealth, and didnât seem to harbour any sort of superiority because the moment the music swelled to life, he held his hand out to ask you, a commoner, for a dance. Â
The whole town looked at you as though they were waiting so you placed your hand on his, letting him lead you to the middle of the floor as everyone else immediately moved to pick partners of their own.
Seungcheol had taught you how to dance. When you expressed your interest to go to the banquet, he told you there would also be a dance accompanying it and showed you how it was done. He was so patient with you, even though you stepped on his foot and banged his head with yours a few hundred times, bursting into a string of apologies whenever you did. But he only laughed, holding you close and dancing with you through the rainy night. You wondered where he was right now but that was the least of your worries considering you were dancing with the man you were deemed to kill and to your absolute disappointment, you could not find one reason to do so. Â
You hoped so hard that you were right, that the king was a bad man and you were given this mission to make things right but he wasnât. As much as you tried to not eavesdrop, you still heard whatever the people around you were whispering away. They were all in praises of him. They said he was a great man and under his ruling, the town was doing better than ever. They said the harvest was good thanks to him, that the they were safe from invasion thanks to him and were all living well thanks to him.
A part of you knew they were right â you had seen how happy and peaceful the townspeople always were, something that was only possible if they were in good hands. You could see for yourself what a wonderful man the king seemed to be and how everyone truly seemed to love and cherish him.
But a part of you didnât want to believe that. You had to find a reason, something had to be wrong, you needed to justify why killing him was important. That was the only way to find out who you are. Â
And as though the universe which had been so helpful so far decided now was the time to create chaos, the trumpet echoes through the hall again, announcing the arrival of the crown prince. When you see the person standing at the top of the stairs, you instant freeze, feeling your guts twist the way they did the first time you ever saw him â Seungcheol. Â
Seungcheol was a prince. He was the crown prince of this land which meant he was the first born of the king.
That meant...... your mission was to kill the father of the man you loved.
As the townspeople gathered in the gardens below, you stood in a balcony of the castle, looking at the stars dancing in the sky. Â
The whole night you had been feeling nothing but numb. The moment Seungcheol had appeared you excused yourself from the king, rushing out of the hall, trying not to throw up. Seungcheol immediately followed asking if you were okay but you didnât answer. You did not see things unfolding this way. Not only did you not find a single reason why you had to kill the King, now you had one for why you shouldnât do it. Â
Seungcheol asked again, looking for answers in your expression but you just looked away, muttering that you had no idea he was the prince. He said he wasnât trying to hide it from you, he just didnât think about it. The whole town knew he was the crown prince so he never had to introduce himself that way. Besides, he didn't like to his status as royalty to define him so he didnât usually mention it to anyone. As far as why he didnât live in the castle was concerned, he started living in the cottage when he was 14 years old. That house was his motherâs, before the king and her fell in love and got married. After she passed away in the childbirth of her second child, he moved there so he could feel closer to her. His father too thought it was good for him to live among his subjects, to learn their problems and to gain their trust. Â
You had nothing but silence to offer in return. It was all too much, all at once. Â
The loud whispers of the town started fading out as the King walked in, standing among them. Seungcheol didnât look too happy as he stared at the scene below him. He said he was worried about his father. You felt that churning feeling in your stomach once again. He said that he was getting old and it was getting harder for him to negotiate with neighbouring kingdoms, to keep war at bay. You didnât understand what he meant.
He claimed the town was happy now but 3 months ago, nothing was going well. Their kingdom was under attack, everyoneâs lives were threatened, the future looked very bleak. The king had somehow managed to save everyone then but unknown to the people, it was temporary. His father tried his best to negotiate and talk to the neighbouring kingdoms but there was no use â war has been declared against them yet again and he was worried King Choi was not strong enough for battle.
You held his hand stroking the back of it softly. He then apologised to you, confusing you even more. You asked him why but you had an idea already â he was taking his fatherâs place in war; he was going to lead the army. Â
You felt as though someone pulled the ground below your feet and Seungcheolâs grip on your hand was the only thing saving you from falling. As crown prince it was his duty and you knew and understood but the thought of being away from him again was killing you on the inside. He said he wouldnât be gone for long but you know what war meant - there was no guarantee of him even returning.
You hugged him shaking your head, refusing to let him go or insisting that he take you along with him but he simply hugged you back claiming that was not possible, it was dangerous. He told you to move to the castle while he was gone. Here you would be taken care of, you wouldnât be lonely and most importantly, you would have the chance to get closer to his father.
You froze. Â
Seungcheol let you go, making you sit on the moss-covered stone bench, sitting next to you. He said he wanted to leave you in good hands in case he didnât make it back. You refused to listen to anything else, he promised he would always come back to you, that meant he had to come back. He laughed at your futile stubbornness, tucking your hair behind your ear, looking at you with a strange longing. You give him a soft peck on his lips to let him know he had no reason to long for you, you were always his. He pulled you in for more, taking your face in his hands, his mouth desperate against yours, like it was the last time, like a silent goodbye etched in his kiss.
It was only when the applause rang downstairs that he let you go, pressing his forehead on yours, sighing. You felt tears threaten your eyes once again as he caressed your cheek with his thumb softly, like he was trying to memorise how your face felt under his touch. He said he wished he had longer with you, he wished had done this earlier and slid onto the gravel floor onto his knees, looking up at you softly. Â
Marry me, he whispered, holding your hands.Â
You stared at him wordlessly as the sky behind you came alive with lights, fireworks prettily burning against the black canvas of the night. Maybe a few days ago if he asked you would have said yes without him even needing to finish. You would marry him right there and then but now you were torn. Kill the King. The words were constantly ringing in your head. How could you marry him if your mission was toâŠ.. Â
He understood your silence as hesitance, saying you didnât have to answer now, you could tell him when he returned - that way he would have something he had to come back for. He then pulled out a small necklace from his pocket, making you wear it, saying it was a reminder of him while he was away. You touched the pendant, feeling it with your fingers. It wasnât like any jewel you had ever seen - it didnât shine, it was an odd shape and it looked rather dull. He said it was a shell and it was from the sea. Â
If he noticed your shocked reaction and stuttering as you asked him how he got it , he didnât mention it. Instead, he answered that there was a path from behind his cottage that led to the other side of the forest, to a sea cave where land and sea met fearlessly. Before you came into his life, that was his favourite place to go - he often spent his free time there and thatâs where he found this. Â
You wonder if itâs a sign from the universe, receiving a part of the ocean at a time when you didnât know what to choose. Â
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The next morning, trumpets rang through the entire town, announcing that the neighbouring kingdom had declared war and the crown prince was leading the army to fight. People spilled onto the streets to watch the armoured and determined cavalry going to serve their kingdom, Seungcheol leading the troop all the way in front on his horse. You stood at the highest terrace of the castle, watching him leave, going further and further away, until the distance engulfed him and you couldnât see him anymore. You barely had him to yourself for five minutes in the morning to say goodbye before he was called away. You convinced yourself that all this was temporary anyways, he would come back. Â
With a heavy heart, you walked down the wide corridors of the palace, kkuma following your every step. You lived here now. Seungcheol had people shift your few things from the cottage to his room in the castle. Though the bed was beyond comfortable and the room was bigger than the whole cottage you lived in previously, you didnât spend much time in there. Instead, you roamed around the gardens and corridors or stepped out into the marketplace that you never ventured in without Seungcheol by your side. Any place was better than his room. It reeked of loneliness and most importantly, it overlooked the sea. As much as the breeze gave you unexplainable comfort, it was also a constant reminder of your mission. Â
As time passed, you found yourself less and less inclined to fulfilling your task. You tried your best to not let yourself be swayed but in vain â you could not help but like the king. He was nothing but welcoming and kind to you. Maybe Seungcheol told him or maybe it was just a constant in the Choi family, but he insisted that every night you join him for dinner. He would ask about your day and make light conversation, but unlike Seungcheol, he would retire early to bed. He was sick. You could see in the way he coughed through his meal, the way his eyes keep fluttering shut in tiredness towards the end of the night. Yet he did all he could to make sure you were alright.
He introduced you to the library in the castle and if you thought Seungcheolâs study had a large collection of books, this place was massive. Books were lined all the way up till the ceiling, there were all sorts of maps and globes scattered all over the room, shelfs lined with little trinkets and souvenirs from his travels. The King explained that Seungcheol like his mother, loved to explore and like him, loved science and this library was where it all came together. He used to be unstoppable ever since he was a child and his curiosity always landed him in trouble â the whole town was banned from stepping on the beach but nothing could stop him. He always wanted to explore the sea. Â
It surprised you to learn about Seungcheolâs fascination with the sea because he had always told you to stay away from water, that it was dangerous. You spent days of your time in that library, going through his journals and drawings, but didnât really understand all the scribbles of notes he had jotted everywhere. You did see on the map though, the location of the sea cave that Seungcheol had mentioned about, wondering if you could get any answers there, but somehow you could never bring yourself to go. The answers of the questions you had so far had not been pleasant. Â
Then one day as you sat on the wooden floor of the sunlit room studying what looked like drawings of some strange contraption, Hannie appeared in the sky. Â
You immediately got up, running out of the room, down the corridor, up the stairs, all the way to the top, to try and see Seungcheol reappear where you last saw him.
He didnât.
Clouds made their way, covering the strong sun, submerging the town in a strange gloom. It all felt too apocalyptic. You rushed to find the King, learning that he was holding court, making your way to the hall, stopping right by the door and hiding yourself to overhear the discussion.
The Chois were ambushed.
More than half the forces were dead or injured, many were missing and as though your greatest fear came true, Seungcheol was missing too. He was also very badly injured and no one had seen or heard from him in two days, it was highly likely he succumbed to his injuries. You refused to believe it. He said he would come back to you, which meant he would, you believed him. But no one else seemed to share the same faith as you. They were going to give up, surrender the throne to prevent an attack on the town itself. That was when to everyoneâs surprise you barged in.
You insisted nothing was wrong with Seungcheol and they had to find him and finish this war. They tried to reason with you, tell you the facts but you refused to hear it. You questioned how they could give up so soon and why they arenât even trying to find him. They claimed they had to clear out from enemy territory, that it could be dangerous going back there. You turned to the King hoping you could at least reason with him but his tired old face looks like heâs already mourning his son. Â You ran out of there, unable to come to terms with what was happening.
You would find him yourself if thatâs what it took.
Rushing to the royal stables, you picked the horse that looked the strongest and forced its gates open, ignoring the crimson bleeding out of your hand as you cut it on the metal. Before the poor stable boy could stop you, you mounted it, riding out of the palace, into the unprepared town. People hurriedly ran out of the way, pulling their carts and children to the side, nothing but wind left behind as you raced through. You had your eyes on Hannie flying in the sky above you. You knew it could lead you to him, you just had to follow. You were almost successful in crossing the gates of the town, into the woods, when the royal guards caught up, surrounding you.
The head of security begged you to stop, that you were putting the kingdom in more jeopardy and you couldnât let your desire to protect one man affect everyone. You wanted to argue, tell him that you didnât care about anyone else and to insist that they let you go but when you turned and saw all the people stepping out of their houses to see what the commotion is, you let go the reins of the horse. Yes, finding Seungcheol was most important to you, but not at the cost of so many peopleâs lives. You knew better than that, you could never be that selfish.
As though Hannie sympathised, it landed on your softly shoulder, nuzzling your neck, cooing in your ear. You took him in your hands, the bloodied hand further darkening the red on its chest, a thought forming in your mind. You smudge the blood onto your fingertips, tracing a word onto its white, a word that you knew would bring Seungcheol back to you. As you set it free hoping it would find him, you watch the yes etched on it, praying to the skies that when it returns, Seungcheol follows it like always. Â
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You didnât return to the castle after that. Â
Turning your horse in the other direction, you rode to Seungcheolâs cottage by the woods, the only place you felt close to him. The big room and big bed of the castle might be physically comfortable but nothing made you feel at peace like this house, your safe haven. You were curled up in the bed for hours now as the sun slowly began to descend behind the mountains. You just had to give it time. You kept telling yourself it wasnât a matter of if Seungcheol returned but when. He would come back for you, he would fight all odds and come back, you knew it. Â
The sound of the horses neighing at a distance made you sit up. The royal guards must be here to escort you back to the castle now that it was getting darker outside. You didnât want to go. You couldnât stand being in that castle again.
Grabbing the oil lantern nearby, you soundlessly left through the back door, kkuma following you just as quietly. You thought you could just wait it out until the guards didnât find you and returned to the castle but when kkuma began wandering away, you had no choice but to follow her. Not listening to your hushed whispers, with a mind of her own, she ventured into the forest and thoughtlessly, you followed. Itâs only when the trees parted that you realised where you were â the sea cave. Â
You didnât know what you were expecting when Seungcheol mentioned about this place but it was beyond beautiful. The crystal blue waves were racing back and forth on the golden sand, the stone wall of the caves were gradients of brown rocks and green weeds. There were holes eroded onto the roof, the evening sun softly pouring in and in that soft light you noticed in the corner, folded are some blankets and books that clearly belonged to Seungcheol â he indeed must have spent a long time here. Kkuma settled herself down in the warmth of the bundled cloths, as you placed the lantern on a nearby rock and kicked your shoes off, feeling the warm sand under your feet. Â
The water was inches away. The Ocean, the place that, if you had assumed right, was your home. Every bone in your body was craving to be in it, to submerge in it, to just feel alive in it once again. You walked ahead, taking one step after another, but the closer you moved to the waters, the further it seemed to be moving away from you. You quickened your steps, but the Sea kept retreating, pulling away. It surprised you to receive such hostility from waters that always looked so welcoming but not more than the voice that boomed through the cave, making you look around in panic. There was no one, you were all alone and kkuma too was fast asleep, like she didnât hear anything. When you turned back to the sea, you bit back a scream, coming face to face with a woman, whose eyes were piercing into you, her lips curled into a smile as her voice echoed through the cave again.Â
I see youâve finally found your way home. Â
Pain like no other seared through your head, making you fall to your knees in agony, your dress fanning out in the sand. As the woman bent down to your level, you scrambled back, swallowing the phantom lump in your throat, taking a better look at her. Holding a staff in one hand, she looked as old as time, her white hair and ragged clothes floating like she was still in the waters and thatâs when you realised, she wasnât actually here â it was apparition, like⊠magic. As though she read your mind, she confirmed it indeed was magic, that she controlled all the magic of the Sea - she was after all the Sea Witch. Â
You recalled Seungcheolâs story about how the Sea had taken away magic from the Land, watching the legend come to life before you as the woman floated a few feet above the ground, looking at you expressionlessly. Who am I? Do I belong to the Sea? Why am I on Land?  You knew she was the only one who could possibly have the answers and she did - for a price. Â
She pointed at the shell on your neck, claiming it belonged to the Sea â give it back and you could have all the answers you wanted. You held it in your grasp; it was the only thing of Seungcheolâs you had with you. You could either lose it and learn who you are or keep it and walk away, return to the castle. You could let your forgotten past remain forgotten and think only about the future with Seungcheol. Â
But is there a future? She asked, reading your mind yet again. You knew what she meant. Seungcheol went to war and people died in war all the time. If he did not make it back, you had no place on Land, no home, no one to call your own. But if you were to find out who you truly are, you could then return to where you truly belonged. You tightened your grip on the shell, the pressure opening your wound, the blood spilling again. Giving up this necklace meant admitting to the possibility that Seungcheol will not return. How did that make you any different from all the others in the court who you lashed out at?Â
The Sea Witch looked at you fighting your own battle in your head. She held out her hand saying if it was meant to be, then Seungcheol would return to you, regardless of whether you had this necklace or not. You know sheâs playing you but give in, ripping the chain from your throat and throwing it into the waters, watching it sink into the dark bottom. Â
The waves which seemed so afraid of you, raised themselves, almost as though bowing to you and the Sea Witch mirrored their action before straightening and looking up but this time, respectfully not meeting your eye. Â
What do you seek, Princess of the Ocean. Â
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You held the dagger in your hand tight, hands not shaking as you approached the dining room. Â
The moment you returned to the castle, the maids had told you dinner was served and the king was waiting for you. You washed up and changed out of your sand filled clothes into one of your usual red dresses. Maybe there was a reason why you liked red so much â maybe deep down you knew you needed to hide the blood on your hands somewhere. Â
You had to kill the King tonight. Â
You stood in front of the large doors, the dagger that the Sea Witch gave in your hands, hiding efficiently in the large fabric of your dress. Once you stepped in, everything would change. You would become the killer of Seungcheolâs father, but you would also finally be fulfilling your duty to your people, the MerFolk. Â
The Sea Witch told you the story from when it all began. The legends were all true. The merfolk were real, the life under the sea was real, everything you had experienced was real. 3 months ago, you were a part of the Sea, living a carefree life as the youngest princess of the royal family. Then one move by King Choi and everything changed. Â
Over the centuries even though the entire ocean was ruled by just one family, without the power of magic, land had split into many Kingdoms and many rulers. Unlike the peace in the Sea, Land was always at war with itself, neighbouring kingdoms attacking and occupying towns â they never got rid of the battle they thought they won. One such battle happened three months ago at the Kingdom of the Chois where they were invaded by their neighbours, the Hans. At the brink of losing war, King Choi did the unthinkable â he set sail.
His deep interest in the Sea, that his son eventually inherited, had led him to spend years of his youth designing and building ships, the last of which had been burned during the Pact. The Sea allowed his soldiers to take an alternative route to attack their invaders and drive them out but the moment the ships had touched the ocean waters, years of peace dissolved into chaos. Â
As the calm waters were shaken, towns under the Sea began falling apart â many merfolk died, many lost their homes, many lost their way back and among all the tragedies, the greatest one was losing your mother, the Queen. Â
Her death left the entire Ocean without a leader, without a protector. Your sister, the oldest in the family, who had been trained for years to take over as queen was missing, like many others in the aftermath. The kingdom waited for days for her to show up until it was not practical to anymore â the ocean needed rebuilding, it needed leadership and guidance. As the only one left in the royal family, you had offered to take your motherâs place as queen but the Council of the Sea refused. You were young and inexperienced and unlike your sister, you were not trained to take over the Kingdom. They wanted to hand the Sea to the Hwangs, another family who had their eye on the throne for centuries now and were willing to take up the responsibility of the Ocean. Â
You couldnât let that happen, not only would it crush your motherâs dreams if the Kang lineage of rulers ended with her but also the Hwangs were notoriously famous for their aggressiveness. Under their hands, there was no saying what the future of the Ocean would look like. The citizens of the sea protested too â they were all on your side, they wanted you to rule and so the Council of the Sea and the Hwangs agreed â if you could prove yourself worthy. Â
Kill the King of the Land. Â
Blood for blood. Get revenge for the destruction of the Sea, that was the order. That was the price for you to get back your kingdom and 100 days was all you had to do it.
Thatâs when they called on the Sea Witch. Breathing on Land for 100 days would require very powerful and ancient magic, something only she was capable of. But it would not be so straightforward. The process would be excruciatingly painful, almost like becoming a new person, like being born again - quite literally because it would wipe out all your memories, everything you know of the Sea would be taken away. You would be sent to Land like a blank slate. Â
That meant you had 100 days to go on Land, figure out who you were, learn of your mission and complete it. Should you fail, not only would you lose your kingdom, but the waters had no forgiveness for those who disobeyed magic so ancient â you would join them again, but as sea foam. Â
Today was day 92. You only had 8 days left. Â
You pushed open the doors of the dining hall, eyes falling on the King tiredly slouched in his chair waiting for you. He mustâve fallen asleep because he didnât move when you approached. You looked at face responsible for the death of your mother, the disappearance of your sister, the destruction of your kingdom and you felt numb. You still couldnât bring yourself to hate him, but you also couldnât walk away. Yes, if only he didnât bring out his ships you wouldnât have lost so much, you wouldnât be here but you know like any other good king, he did it to save his people. And now you had to do whatever it took to save yours. Â
And then fate smirked.
Just as you raised the knife and were about to plunge it in his chest, you heard the fluttering sound of wings and on the balcony landed Hannie, looking more red than white. The knife slipped from your hands, landing on the floor with a thud as the king stirred awake. His guards burst into the room as the royal trumpets echoed through the night. You rushed to Hannie in the balcony, the one that overlooked the town, and saw the oil lanterns of the houses, slowly increase in number, getting brighter and brighter in the darkness. The king and his men departed immediately and so you followed them, holding Hannie in one hand and your dress in the other, running down the palace corridors and out the gate to see a crowd gathered. Â
As it parted, it revealed Seungcheol's horse and holding onto its reins walking it was Seungcheol, bruised and battered, blood splattered all over him, multiple wounds gashed open, barely but still alive. Take a staggering step at a time, he approached his father bowing and whispered, We won before collapsing into the gravel. Â
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Seungcheol was immediately taken away by the royal physicians as the king announced to the people that the war was over and the town erupted into cheers. You tried to follow the doctors to be with him but they closed the door on your face, asking you to stay out. So, you stayed right outside, the whole night, prancing about, biting your nails, as you waited for the news. Â
Instead, you were met with screams. You donât know what they were doing to Seungcheol in there but he was evidentially in unbearable pain â you could hear in the way the screams ripped out of his throat, like he was in pure agony. It went on for hours and it was so terrifying to hear, you felt your heart shatter every time it rang through the halls.Â
Finally at the crack of dawn he seemed to calm down and the doors finally opened. He was deeply wounded and his body was beyond exhausted, he just needed some sleep, the physicians assured you and the king, who unknown to you had also arrived. You thanked them and hurried in to see Seungcheol peacefully lying on the bed, bandages wrapped all over his body.
You sat beside him as the king gently stroked his sonâs hair both proudly and sadly, muttering that he would pray for him to heal soon. As you held Seungcheolâs hand in yours, the king requested you to stay by the formerâs side till he woke up. You assured him you would, to which he nodded and to both your shock and horror, pulled out the dagger which you had dropped in the dining room the day before. You held your breath as he placed it on the table beside the bed, not even looking at you. I believe this is yours. Â
He knew. Â
He figured out that you had attempted to take his life, but the tired old man didnât say anything as he left. Instead, the royal guards placed at the door told you what you needed to know.
You failed your mission. Not only had you let down your people, you were discovered and now you were to be tried for treason. You only had till Seungcheol woke up. Lips quivering, you held onto his hand tighter.Â
You didnât know if fate was showing you mercy or prolonging your agony but it took almost 2 whole days for Seungcheol to finally wake up.  Â
You hadnât left his room since you had entered it. Not only were you not allowed to, but you didnât want to leave Seungcheolâs side. You either sat beside him, or in the balcony overlooking the ocean for hours together with kkuma curled up next to you and hannie flying around in the sky. The two of them had been awfully calm, as though they too knew what was coming.
Finally, on the 94th night, just as you had closed the doors of his bedroom and prepared your bed to sleep, Seungcheol stirred awake. You immediately rushed to his side as his eyes fluttered open, and the moment they landed on you, he broke into the most peaceful smile. You sighed in relief, softly holding his cheek in your hand, asking him how he was feeling. Â
You said yes. Â
Hannie flew into the room like a reminder of your message to him but his words only pained you. Things had changed so much since then. Not only could you not marry him but you had now become worthy of his hatred. You donât think you can bear to see anything but love for you in his eyes.
Leaning down you kissed him, whispering that you loved him and that you wish no matter what, he always remembered that. He didnât seem to understand your words, still reeling in the happiness of your acceptance of his proposal as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in the embrace you were craving for. Â
As the two of you laid for hours together, wrapped in each other, he told you how they had been ambushed before they even reached the battlefield - someone had betrayed them. His horse had saved him, taking him away into the woods, far from his attackers but he was already very badly injured. It was Hannie who arrived with your yes that truly saved him. He knew he had to come back for you so he pushed through. He regrouped what was left of the army and infiltrated the enemy camp that was prematurely celebrating their victory and gained the upper hand. Â
You snuggled closer in his warmth, hoping he wouldnât see the guilt on your face when he spoke of you like you were his saviour. Everything would change tomorrow. Tonight was your last night with him, your last chance to create a memory for him to remember you by. As he went on about how tomorrow morning he would talk to the king about the wedding, you kissed him, cutting him off. Tonight you only wanted to love and love you did. Â
Of all the nights you spent with Seungcheol, nothing felt like this. There was a strange desperation carved in the way you undressed each other, hands roaming, names whispered against skin. You took the lead this time, clambering on top of him and he stared at you like you were his whole world and more. Tucking your hair behind your ear, he told you how lucky he was to have you and you pushed the recurring feeling of guilt down and claimed him for yourself one last time.
A clash of hands, tongues and moans, he matched your need, leaving marks of love on your shoulder and chest. Burying your face in his neck, you held back the tears of pain and pleasure and a goodbye all dissolved in one as you came apart above him. Like always his arms held you in his embrace as though stopping you from losing yourself but it was too late. Everything had fallen apart already. Â
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When you woke up, the bed was empty. Â
Seungcheol was not in the room, neither were the maids scurrying in as usual, cleaning up and neither were the guards who were placed outside the doors all these days. You walked down the corridors which were overtaken by a strange emptiness, wondering where everyone was. It was late in the afternoon judging by the sun but the palace was looking bleaker than usual. Â
That was when your eyes fell on the flag of the kingdom hoisted down, flying low. Â
Mourning. Â
You rushed back towards the bedroom wing of the palace, heart beating erratically against your still lungs, till you found the royal physicians walking out of a chamber, looking dejected. The kings chamber. Â
As you got closer, you noticed the officials of the royal court had all gathered around, dressed in black, heads hanging, faces in sorrow. They parted, letting you walk in to see Seungcheol standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at the king who laid peacefully in a slumber he would never wake up from.
The moment you put your hand on his shoulder Seungcheol turned. He wasnât crying but there was so much pain in his face, it made you want to take him in your arms and hide him there forever. But you didnât. You rubbed his arms softly whispering that you will wait for him outside, knowing he needed time with his father, the last of his family. Â
But the moment you stepped out, the royal guards surrounded you, their spears pointing at you from a distance and you knew the time had come. By the order of the late king, after Prince Choi was awake, you were to be imprisoned for treason. For life. Â
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You might have been forced into a four stone walled dark cell for 5 days now but there was no greater prison that your own mind. As the moonlight creeped through the metal bars of the window on top, you sat crouched in the little dark space, leaning against the cold rocks. It was always so silent in here, you only ever heard the crashing of the waves against the walls, each ebb and flow reminding you of where you truly belonged. Â
With the king now dead, your mission was complete, you could go back home. You could go back to your people, you could take back your kingdom but somehow you lacked the strength or the will to fight your way out of here. It would mean facing Seungcheol, who in the last many days had not come even once to see you. With each passing minute in his absence a part of you was glad to not see the disgust he would hold for you but another was broken at the thought of this being the end of the love you shared. As you fought your inner battle as a lover and a princess, time, the one thing that you did not have, kept slipping away. Â
And then for the first time in 5 days, a shadow other than your own was cast in the moonlight. Seungcheolâs. Â
You stood up, taken aback by his presence after so long but more by the sound of the gates opening and the guards asking you to step out, leading you out of the prison cell. You were free. Â
It was only then in the light of the fire lit corridors that you saw him, dressed in finery like never before and on his head rested the whole responsibility of the kingdom - the crown.Â
It was no longer Prince Seungcheol, he was now King Choi Seungcheol. Â
Seeing him like that, your heart swelled with pride. When you found out Seungcheol was the prince you werenât really as surprised as you should have been because it was only then that things made perfect sense. You had seen the king in him all along. One of the reasons that you loved him so much was because of what a good man he was, always thoughtful of others, always helping those in need, always looking out. No one was more worthy of being king than him.  Â
But before you can say anything to him, the maids brought you away to his room, complaining that you needed a change of clothes and a good bath. As they helped you strip out and scrubbed your neglected skin, they talked about how Seungcheol was furious when he learnt of your imprisonment. He insisted that you be released at once but he could not do anything as the royal guards would only take orders from the king. Stubborn to get you released no matter what, he sped up the coronation, which was due two weeks later and was crowned king just hours ago. His first order as ruler was that you be immediately released. Â
You asked to be left alone for a bit, soaking yourself in the water after days now. Why did Seungcheol let you go? Did he not believe you tried to kill his father? Or did he love you so much that he was willing to forgive you for the attempt?
You couldnât even ask him. He would not be free of the coronation festivities which apparently went on till sunrise and you didnât have long before you had to return to the ocean â it was already day 99. Â
Maybe it was better this way. You had your duties like he had his. Maybe if you left without giving him an explanation and without getting one, it would be easier for the love between the two of you to die. It had to die. The two of you belonged to two different worlds. There was no a happily ever after written for this story.  Â
You slid against the bath, submerging yourself into the waters, trying to breathe in peace again. Â
But the nightmare had not ended. The voices were not gone. Â
Kill the King. Â
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When you walked out of the bathroom, Seungcheol was there. Â
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in his usual simple clothes again. In fact, he was wearing the same white shirt as the first time you ever saw him. The irony was not lost on you. It was like fate was not tired of the joke after joke after joke it was playing.Â
You walked in, asking him what he was doing away from the celebrations when you noticed what was in his hands. The dagger. Your dagger. Â
It's been a while since I told you a story. Â
He looked up, meeting your eye in the mirror, his finger dangerously dragging against the blade. Â
Do you remember the legend of the sea? Â
Why was the talking about this to you right now? Â
There's more, he claimed, standing up, turning to you. In that blue sea of dangerous creatures and vicious beings also lived the most beautiful woman in the world. Â
You can hear your heart thumping in your ear. Â
One day, the woman of the waters found herself on land. She was sent with a mission.
You took a step back. How could he possibly know all this?
You may have forgotten everything Y/n. But I didn't. He walked up to you. You may remember only 3 months of our love, but I remember 10 years of it.
You didn't understand. You didn't understand at all.
The young woman had been interested in the Land and humans ever since she was a little girl. Even though the merfolk were clearly warned to stay away from humans and shallow waters were dangerous to swim in, she would always escape the barricades quietly, to see whatever little of Land she would.
Finally, when she was 14 years old, she discovered a little secret - a sea cave. It was the only place where the waters next to land were deep enough, where she could get close to the land without being in much danger. She would come there often just to look at the sand and the rocks but she never saw any humans.
Until one day, a young, 14 year old Prince, distraught at the loss of his mother had ventured into the forest all alone and found the cave. Â
You remember Seungcheol telling you he moved to the cottage after the death of his mother when he was 14.
The price was also just as interested in the Sea as she was in land but unlike her, he did the stupid thing of entering the waters - he immediately started drowning.
That was the day she saved him the first time. Holding her breath to the point she couldn't anymore, she pulled him onto the sand before disappearing into the ocean. The last thing he remembered was seeing her most beautiful face.
After that the prince came everyday. Initially the young girl never showed herself. He knew she was there though, deeper in the waters, lurking silently. He would come every morning and just sit in the sand doing his assignments, glancing at the sea every once in a while and when the sun would start to set, he would return. Slowly, much to his anticipation and delight, she started coming up closer and closer to the surface until one day when he was 16, Seungcheol for the first time, put his hand in the water and touched hers.
It was magical, like nothing he ever felt before.
Then he started to get reckless again, trying to enter the waters, almost drowning too, but this time she held his hand and taught him to swim. Of the many hours he spent in the cave, a few minutes were always in the water, swimming by her side, and the rest were just watching her glide through the waves.
When he was 18, he created something extraordinary. He had always been a bit of a science man but after years of trial and error, he had finally made a device - a little mask of sorts that could help him breathe underwater, for about an hour or so. He didn't have to hold his breath anymore - he was able to spend longer under the sea, longer with her.
When he went to show it to her, she had discovered a little secret of her own - weeds. Not any kind but a very particular one that only grew in the Sea witches house. She apparently used to work for one, to learn magic, like all her other siblings did. There she had come across these very special plants that allowed merfolk to breathe on land.
That was the first time she stepped on land. The moment she did, she succumbed to her knees, throwing up water in the sand. Even the weed had its downsides, the most important one being that its affect only seemed to last an hour or so. But the hour she had with him on land and he had with her in the waters were more than enough - Their worlds were no longer barriers.
That went on for years, these secret meetings. Initially it was just sharing laughs, then dreams, then the thought of a whole life together. He taught her how to read and write their language, she drew him maps of different lands, far away in the sea. He taught her about science and she taught him about magic. His stories about the land animals fascinated her and her stories about the sea creatures terrified him.
When he was 20, he kissed her for the first time. When they were 22, they made love and when they were 24, around a 100 days ago, she told him she had to come to land for a mission.
It felt like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs. How was any of this possible?
She didn't say what her mission was, just that she had something to do and she needed him to help her. She would apparently arrive on land with all her memories gone and she needed him to guide her to find her way back. He didn't understand but she didn't have the time to tell him more. She just handed him a shell necklace and told him to give it to her when the time was right, it would help her figure things out.
So did you figure it out Y/n? He took you hand, placing the knife laced with his blood in it. Was your mission to kill my father?
You shook your head slowly, still processing all the information.
"It was to kill you."
The moment you heard your voice again in that bath, you felt like your life just left you. You thought the mission was completed - the king was dead. Then why were you still hearing it.... except you didn't complete the mission. You didn't kill the king, you didn't use the dagger.
Now the king was right in front of you. The man you just discovered you had been in love with your whole life. The man who made you fall in love with him all over again. The man who you had to kill to stay alive.
But he didn't look even a little fazed.
The sky behind you was starting to get brighter. The sun was rising. The 100th day was nearly here.
"Its okay." He whispered, moving closer to you without an ounce of fear. "Do it."
How could he love you so much, enough to die for you?
You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. He gently wiped it away, shaking his head. You kissed the inside of his hand on your cheek, and then pulled him close, feeling his mouth against yours for what you knew was the last time.
As you whispered an apology, he assured you it was okay. That you were the most beautiful thing that ever happened to him. And there was no better way for him to go than you being the last thing he saw.
You took a step back.
"Till death do us apart."
And then another step.
"Till death do us apart."
And then another, till you reached the window overlooking the ocean, you back against it.
You smiled at him.
He was not the only one who loved you enough to die.
The sun had risen quite high by now. You were simply a silhouette against the light, an outline and soon a memory. Before Seungcheol could even realise what you were doing, you leaned back. He ran towards you, as you let yourself drop, only just missing his outstretched hand trying to pointlessly save you, taken away by the winds, taken away to the sea.
As the sun fully rose in the sky, the dagger in you hands landed in the ocean with a splash, sinking to the bottom slowly, disappearing from existence.
And around it was sea foam, finally reclaimed by the waters where it belonged, gently floating away in peace.
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OOOOH COULD I REQUEST CHEOL WITH A BOSSY SPOILED BRAT OF A PRINCESS <333
heyyyy:)) i couldnât be bossy IM SORRYđđ but here it is loolz hope u like it!!
Choi Seungcheol || being spoiled by s.coups texts
genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff
warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, rich ass cheol (are we surprised??), fluffly sigh i need him so bad yall
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Some of my Favorite Seventeen Fics
s- smut a- angst f- fluff
One shots ~
Beautiful Liar ~ s a f @onlymingyus (Mingyu x f!Reader) (wc: 25.6k)
Crossroads ~ s a f @smileysuh (Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (wc: 19.8k)
Anteric ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (wc: 16.6k)
Too much of a good thing ~ s a f @lovelyhan (wonwoo x f!reader x mingyu) (wc: 15.6k)
Favourite ~ s f @simpxxstan (boss!wonwoo x model!mingyu x f.reader) (wc: 15k) (OMG DEF ONE OF MY FAVOURITES)
Always Only You ~ a s f @honeyhotteoks (brothers bestfriend! Cheol) (wc: 14.2k) (FAVORITE)
Good Luck, Fermata Tower ~ s a f @beefboyandbabygirl (fire-lookout!seungcheol x female!fire-lookout!reader) (wc: 13.9k)
Clowns ~ s a f @smileysuh (S.coups & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 13.3k) (FAVORITE)
Too Many Beds ~ s @miabebe (Seungcheol x afab!reader) (wc: 13k)
Creep ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 9.1k) (FAVORITE)
itâs all fun and games ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 8.9k)
Dare You ~ s f @dontflailmenow (bf!Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 6k)
Fuck, Marry, Kill ~ s @bitchlessdino (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x shitstirrer!seungcheol x innocentbystander!wonwoo) (wc: 5.6k) (FAVORITE)
Vices and Virtues ~ s a f @lovelyhan (bodyguard!mingyu x fem!reader) (wc: 5.4k)
Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You? ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 3.9k)
The cake in the back! ~ s @toruro (dilf! Cheol) (wc: 3.8k)
Baby Fever ~ s @cheolhub (pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol) (wc: 3.4k)
Control Me ~ s @duhnova (gamerbf! Wonwo) (wc: 3k) (FAVORITE)
rules! âdo i make you horny, baby?â ~ s @teeskz (gamer!seungcheol x fem!reader) (wc: 2.7k)
Practice Makes Perfect ~ s f @wongyuseokie (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader, k.m.gxf!reader) (wc: 2.6k)
In The Dark Corners ~ s @sanakiras (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x bf!seungcheol) (wc: 2.2k)
gamers do it better ~ s @sluttyminghao (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader) (wc: 2k)
On My Worst Behavior ~ s @sluttywoozi (rough Vernon) (wc: 0.6k)
Popsicle ~ s @loupetlapinn (Mingyu x fem!reader (wc: ???)
đđšđ„đąđ đÌ đđđźđ± ~ s @loupetlapinn (Seungcheol & Wonwoo & Mingyu x fem!reader) (wc: ???)
Series ~
Challenge Me ~ s a @seokgyuu (Pairing: OT13 x afab!Reader) (All Separate) (Total wc: 94k) (10000/10) (FAVORITE) (Messy to say the least)
ice cold, cabin fever ~ s a f @smileysuh (Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 25.9k) (FAVORITE) (Part 2)
Hits Different (âŠâcause itâs you) ~ s a f @gyuswhore (brothers bestfriend! Mingyu x Fem!reader) (wc: 20.2k) (FAVORITE) (Emotional to say the least)
Bloodily Safe ~ s a @starlightxsvt (psychopath!wonwoo x fem!Reader) (wc: 18.5k) (Game On! pt2 : 6k)
Push It Down ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (ex bfâs bestfriend! Cheol) (pt 5(last part) (wc: 16.6k)
Getting Closer ~ s a f @milfgyuu (Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu) (pt 1: 10.8k)
Cat & Mouse ~ s f @wonusite (bad boy au; Wonwoo) (pt 2: 5.6k)
After Class ~ s f @rubyreduji (professor! Cheol) (pt 1: 1.6k) (4 parts in all)
âïžLast Update: 08/21/2024âïž
#wonwoo x reader x mingyu#wonwoo smut#seungcheol smut#mingyu smut#seventeen#seventeen smut#mingyu#wonwoo#scoups#jeonghan#woozi#moon junhui#dokyeom#svt dino#seungkwan#vernon#the8#joshua#hoshi#female#hhu smut#hoshi smut#jihoon smut#joshua smut#jun smut#the8 smut#minghao#dokyeom smut#vernon smut#dino smut
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all my love
pairing: choi seungcheol (s.coups) x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff, friends to lovers
word count: 2.2k
warnings: mentions of drinking (reader is not present), crying drunk hoshi (and seokmin), jeonghan is the devil personified /hj, allusions to the movie drawing closer (2024), love confessions, use of baby
author note: this was a birthday gift for my beloved @m00n1sms â⥠eishi, i love you!! thanks for giving me permission to post this :> this was also written shortly after i watched a movie that caused a headache because i cried too much (drawing closer) and i needed to incorporate it in here because i love it <3 lots of love and i hope you enjoy :D
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seungcheol swears heâs not in love with you.
actually, heâs insistent on it, even when his friends raise an eyebrow and laugh it offâŠwhich is whatâs happening right now, at their monthly dinnerâhey, itâs harder than it looks to gather all thirteen of them for a simple dinner and as the adopted father, he makes sure that thereâs always one every single month.
âyouâre in love, arenât you?â soonyoung giggles, and half of the group joins in to laugh at seungcheolâs pouty face.
âhey!â seungcheol protests as he slams down the shot glass of what was once filled with soju down. âstop accusing me of things that arenât true!â
jeonghan raises an eyebrow beside him and before seungcheol can question his best friendâs actions, soonyoung starts crying.
âhow would you feel if you were them, and you didnât get to see your crush anymore cause he was avoiding you and his feelings for you?â soonyoung sniffles and mingyu wraps an arm around his drunk friend to soothe him, bringing soonyoung into his chest.
seungcheol stares at the two of them before sighing because no matter how many glasses soonyoung had drunk alreadyâwhich seemed to be way too manyâhe might have a point, one seungcheol isn't ready to admit.
jeonghan sips his beer quietly before stating bluntly, âyou should hang out with them on thursday.â
âwhat?â seungcheol turns to face him before blinking.
âwe were supposed to go to this little flower bouquet workshop on thursday and i really donât think they would mind if you went instead of me.â jeonghan says casually as he puts down his glass.
he turns to look lazily at his hopelessly in love friend, and sighs. âbesides, they think something is up with youâŠjust donât make it obvious, okay?â
âmake what obvious?â seungcheol looks at jeonghan curiously.
âthat you love them!â seokmin chimes in from the other end of the long table, getting up so seungcheol can hear him better (heâs drunk as well, just like soonyoung).
seungcheol slumps, pouring himself another drink, already knowing by jeonghanâs evil giggle and glance with joshua that itâs going to be a long night for him especially.
if one thingâs for sure, you werenât expecting seungcheol to show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers after ghosting you for a week. well, he did say work had become busier but still (itâs easier to be petty than confront your feelings, especially when his hair is all fluffy and his smile is apologetic).
âhere,â seungcheol gives you the white orchids with a nervous smile, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that didnât just brush against yours.
âwhereâs jeonghan?â you stare down at the bouquet before up at him with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the way your heart beats at the small note that says âiâm sorry :(â tucked into the paper wrap.
confused, seungcheol takes his phone out and points to it. âdid he not text you?â
you shake your head before letting seungcheol in so he doesnât have to stand outside awkwardly any longer, grabbing your phone as you tell him to get comfortable on the couch in your living room.
you â
jeonghan where are you and why is s**ngch**l here instead ââĄ
wow thatâs a lot of censoring
scum of the earth hellspawn <3 â
hehe
you â
is that your only response??
i know where you live. do not play with me yoon jeonghan.
scum of the earth hellspawn <3 â
fine fine
iâll explain myself
heâs my replacement for today đ
just thought you two losers needed to spend time together and you knowâŠactually talk đ
have fun! thank me later
okay, so basically jeonghanâs being a menace like usual. thatâs okay, youâre used to itâbut why does he have to involve poor helpless seungcheol in this? you turn to look at the man whoâs mindlessly toying with the hem of his blue shirt as he waits for you.
ah, seungcheol. where do you start with him?
originally, you knew him through jeonghan, one of the few mutual friends you had until you got introduced to the whole group after sharing a university class. now out of that hellscape, youâve stayed somewhat close with all of them, often being invited to the little get-togethers they do once every few months at jeonghan and seungkwanâs shared place, and that is where you met the man of your dreams (all while jeonghan was taking a heavy nap, actually; maybe jeonghan had a vision of bringing his two friends together).
as you sit beside him, seungcheol clears his throat, unsure of where to start. âsoâŠâ
you turn your body towards him, encouraging seungcheol to continue with a nod of your head. he blinks before clearing his throat again, though this time his tone is less apprehensive. âiâm sorry i didnât reply to your texts. i justâŠâ
ââŠcouldnât handle social contact unless you were forced into it by a certain devil?â you pick up where he pauses, and he cracks a smile at your joke. âyeah i thought so.â
seungcheolâs too scared heâll accidentally confess if he reveals why he really didnât say anything back to your numerous well wishes, so he nods with a bittersweet smile, scolding himself in his head for thinking today will be any different from a friend date.
you glance over at the flowers heâs just given you, now secure in a spare vase you had sitting around as you made sure to give them a home before messaging jeonghan, and chuckle, unknowingly lifting seungcheolâs spirits. âyou do know weâre going to a flower bouquet making workshop, right?â
âoh. wellâŠâ he freezes before pursing his lips and hiding his head in his hands. of course, he completely forgot that you are literally going to the all my love flower shop jeonghan had suggested going to earlier for apology flowersâŠhe did that on purpose, didnât he?
you smile, shaking your head at his embarrassment. âitâs okay cheol, donât worry. you can just make me another one to make up for all those days you ghosted me!â
seungcheol winces again but sighs in relief at how casually you mention it; maybe you arenât that mad after all? he knows he couldnât be frustrated with you anyway since he is to blame after all, and the little grin on your face as you hold out a hand to help lift him up being one he missed dearly is one he canât be angry at.
âseungcheol, youâre clipping them all wrong! theyâre never gonna last once you put them in water at that rate.â
seungcheol turns to you, his eye twitching at the nagging heâs had to endure once you started the small class. set in the exact same flower shop as the one he entered earlierâthe workers gave him a curious glance before noticing you beside him and giving him a wink, making his ears redâthe two of you had been led to a small section of the store where there were small pristine tables laid out with newspaper and scissors, as well as things he eventually learned how to use, like the book of flowers and their meanings, which is now serving as a barrier in the middle of the table.
he says your name impatiently before sighing to himself, wondering what jeonghan has gotten him into. âhey, iâm trying my best, okay! besides the instructor said it was fine since itâs my first bouquet anyway.â
âwell, i wanna keep it forever since you made it for me, so i need it to be a bouquet that lasts!â you complain, frowning at seungcheolâs dismissive words before immediately turning to your own work in front of you, choosing to ignore your slight slip up.
seungcheol clears his throat before looking over at what you have so far and lets out an begrudgingly appreciative hum. âthatâs pretty good actually.â
âaw thanks, cheol!â you smile at him and he suddenly feels like the already vibrant flowers in front of him became so much brighter in just an instant.
he grins to himself, humming softly as he organizes the gerberas in front of him into a small pile; thereâs only three of them anyway, all warm colours that match you perfectly.
you had questioned the amount of flowers he had taken and he answered with âitâs easier to handle,â which you thought was a believable excuse. however, heâs taking a page from the book of the movie drunk seokmin had cried about at their gathering the other day, and plans to give you exactly three gerberas, a love confession and one of loyalty, which is something heâs always been to you.
of course, he seems to think you have no idea, and heâs dead wrong. you exhale a shaky breath as you finish up your own bouquet, a collection of the flowers you found pretty while looking at what the shop offers. however, though youâre unaware of it, you also have the same idea to seungcheolâs: using gerberas like in the movie drawing closer to confess your love shyly.
the six gerberas, all ranging from deep reds to cheerful yellows, are arranged in the middle with several other small filler flowers surrounding them, thanks to the help of the instructor who picked them out for you with a wink, knowing what the two of you are up to.
assuming seungcheol is oblivious about the meaning of his own arrangement, you give a content nod to him once he finishes, wrapping up the flowers in probably the prettiest newspaper youâve ever seenâitâs decorated with flowers and small doodles that match the simplicity of the bouquet heâs created, and he canât help but smile as you finish up your own with a small bow with twine.
the instructor waves you over to the counter at the front of the store to pay with a smile, and rings you up as seungcheol offers to pay with a sheepish smile, still trying to make up for not being with you for the last week.
âoh my god, these are so cute! i canât believe you both love each other so muchâŠâ the employee points to your hard work and gushes over it as you watch in horror. âlike using these to say âiâm crazy over youâ? thatâs genius, especially when you consider how your boyfriendâs bouquet is him confessing he loves you!â
âyou two are so versed in the language of flowers, and iâm guessing you watched drawing closer as well! such a tragic love story but iâm guessing it makes you grateful for your own relationship, am i right?â she squeals before handing you your respective bouquets, ushering you out of the all my love flower shop with a âhave a nice day, lovebirds!â
you turn to seungcheol and are surprised at how red his face is, his cheeks rivalling your own. maybeâŠit would be a good idea to just roll with what the nosy shopkeeper was saying, considering itâs trueâat least, for you.
you thrust out the bouquet in your shaky hands towards him. âthisâŠis for you, and itâs just like she said.â you clear your throat, since it dries at the sheer adoration in seungcheolâs eyes once you meet them. âiâm crazy in love with you and your short temper, your caring nature and well, just you.â
he takes your bouquet in the hand thatâs not holding his own with a smile thatâs growing bigger by the second, and you get the courage to continue. âiâve been holding this off so long because i was scared you didnât feel the same way, and iâŠi guess i really hope that lady was right about your flowers.â
seungcheol gulps, giving you the bouquet crafted specifically for you, and sighs, covering the hand youâre using to hold it. âshe was totally rightâŠiâm in love with you too, and iâve already tried denying it.â
he shakes his head with a laugh. âthe guys were all right; i was hurting you by not being direct, and i hope that youâll forgive me for that. this,â he looks down at the three flowers in your now interlocked hands, âis my way of confessing that i want to be by your side, if youâll let me.â
you grin with him and nod, bringing your heads closer to touch your foreheads together as seungcheol giggles. âi love you so much.â
âi love you too, baby.â he replies instantly, leaving no room for hesitation like he has so many times before, and you turn red at the pet name. just before seungcheol can comment on how cute you are, heâs interrupted by a voice from behind you, and the two of you freeze.
âum, so sorry to interrupt your moment but youâre blocking the entryway of the shop,â the employee says, peeking her head out of the building you had just exited with a sheepish smile.
you and seungcheol exchange a glance before apologizing furiously and walking off in search of a bench to rest, with one of your hands holding the otherâs, and one holding your now blossomed love.
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᥎êȘ« â GAME CATERERS X SVT àŁȘ ! Ë à±šà§ àŁȘË âââ episode 3-2.
Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN
synopsis: Episode 3-2! We are finally at the last game of the series! Basketball with a twist that ultimately decides if they can go home or notâŠ
oh my goodness!!! we have finally reached the final episode of the game caterers series!!! i just want to quickly thank you lovely humans for patiently waiting for every episode which took so many weeks btw!! i am super grateful that you guys are continuously waiting and supporting me to this day! i am really happy and proud that we have finally finished the first series in my blog. the stan twitter reactions for episode three will officially be the last post for game caterers⊠and after that⊠we are officially off to Italy!!!
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The cameras shifted position, now angled toward the opposite side of the open field, directing their gaze toward the basketball court. The crew had set up there, capturing the vibrant, warm-toned scene as the SEVENTEEN members began to trickle down from the green room.
[This is the most calm video of all SEVENTEEN's videosin the last 9 years]
Each one wore a bright red basketball jersey with their number in the official order, emblazoned across the back in bold black and white. As they headed toward the basketball court, a mix of chatter and laughter accompanied them.
Hoshi stretched his arms overhead, a determined look on his face. âIâm not good at basketball. Iâll just go with guts,â he declared, eyes fixed on the court as if sheer willpower would guide him through.
Dokyeom grinned, walking beside him with casual confidence. âHoshi, sports is all about guts,â he replied, giving Hoshi an encouraging pat on the back. As they neared the edge of the court, he added, âSports bring you closer by making you run into each other.â
âYes, like âSlam Dunkâ,â Dokyeom continued, nodding with a theatrical expression of seriousness.
âIâll be like Hanamichi Sakuragi,â Hoshi told them.
Jeonghan, hands tucked lazily in his pockets as he walked, glanced over at Hoshi, amused. âOkay. Come on, Hanamichi,â he indulged, a hint of a smirk on his face.
âWho else is there aside from Hanamichi Sakuragi? I want to join,â Dokyeom said as they finally stepped onto the court.
Wonwoo, who had been listening to their animated conversation, looked over at him thoughtfully. âDo you want to play Takenori Akagi?â he suggested, his voice low but playful.
Dokyeom nodded immediately, adopting an exaggeratedly serious face. âOkay!â
Around them, members continued filtering onto the court, their laughter filling the air as they warmed up, but Luna and Seungkwan were noticeably absent. Hoshi, energized by the anticipation, suddenly darted across the court and stopped at the free-throw line. He raised his right hand high and imitated a shot, exclaiming with conviction, âThe left hand only assists the right!â
Vernon raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he watched Hoshiâs exaggerated form. âWhat was that?â he asked, a smirk spreading across his face.
S.Coups shook his head with a chuckle, mimicking Hoshiâs earlier movement with his hands. âThe left hand only assisted,â he laughed, rolling his eyes as he did so.
The members began lining up one by one, each taking turns shooting the basketball as they waited for everyone to arrive. Mingyu, holding the ball for his shot, grinned. âNice. One ball is enough to have fun,â he remarked, dribbling a few times before taking his shot.
[Everyone is here except for Seungkwan and Luna]
A few minutes passed, and still no sign of Luna and Seungkwan. Hoshi, now restless with excitement, glanced toward the direction of the green room and called out, his voice carrying across the field. âSeungkwan-ah! Jiyeonie! Hurry up! Weâre waiting for you!â
His shout was met with laughter from the members, some shaking their heads in amusement. And then, just over the hill, Luna and Seungkwan appeared, Seungkwan dragging a laughing Luna along by the arm with a dramatic look of exasperation on his face.
[He looks tired already]
As they drew closer, Seungkwan called out, âNoona was taking forever to decide if she wanted her hair down or up,â his tone playful yet mockingly exhausted.
Luna struggled in his hold, laughing as she tried to keep up with his pace. Her hair was down, loose waves framing her face. She wore her red SEVENTEEN basketball jersey in her own unique styleâ one side tucked up, giving it a cropped look that revealed a hint of her side, paired with a relaxed, white pair of parachute pants that moved with every step.
âIâm sorry,â Luna said, finally reaching the group with an apologetic smile. âIt was a genuine problem.â
The members laughed, watching her with fond smiles, each accustomed to her usual dilemmas when it came to fashion and styling choices. For them, it was all part of her charm.
Mingyu walked over to the bleachers, a thoughtful look on his face as he sat down. After a moment, he lifted his hand, gesturing to the group. âLetâs get a group picture,â he announced, his voice carrying with a hint of excitement. âEveryone, this way, please.â
One by one, the members slowly made their way toward the bleachers. Some moved with ease, hands tucked into pockets or slung over shoulders, while others laughed and nudged each other as they picked their spots. They settled in three rows, their jerseys bright red against the muted, natural tones of the field around them.
As he took his seat, Dokyeomâs gaze landed on a small stuffed bunny positioned beside Mingyu. The plush toy sported a tiny SEVENTEEN jersey and even had a pair of glasses perched on its nose. His eyes lit up with recognition.
âOh, I know this one,â Dokyeom exclaimed, pointing at the bunny. âI drew it,â he added with a proud smile, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he settled into his spot, admiring his earlier prize from the âSuperâ Store game segment earlier.
[DK's favorite doll, Torong]
Luna took her place in the middle row, wedging herself between Hoshi and Seungkwan, who made exaggerated gestures to make room for her with playful smiles. She leaned back, catching her breath, then adjusted her jersey, her hair falling around her shoulders.
As they all settled, each member struck a different pose. Some threw peace signs, others leaned forward or back with playful grins, and a few simply folded their arms, attempting a serious look for the picture.
[The photo theme: basketball players]
After a few clicks, Mingyu raised his thumb, directing them all with a smile. âRight thumbs up,â he told them, and the team lifted their right thumbs in unison, matching smiles spreading across their faces as they held the pose.
After the group photo, they made their way down from the bleachers, gathering at the center of the field where the camera crew and production team had set up once again. PD Na, seated comfortably up front with the other writers, smiled as the group assembled in front of him.
âThis is the last part,â PD Na started, his tone both serious and playful. âYouâre going to play basketball.â
Minghao stood to the side, clutching a small whistle, his expression more reserved. PD Na continued, explaining with a glance in his direction, âSince The8 has a shoulder problem, heâll be the referee. Lunaâs fingers are also injured, so sheâll be the cheerleader.â
Minghao brought the whistle to his lips, letting out a light, somewhat hesitant blow, which was barely audible, earning quiet chuckles from the group. Luna nodded, visibly content with her role on the sidelines, her fingers carefully resting in front of her.
âItâll be six on six,â PD Na added as he glanced at the group, while Minghao gave another soft whistle.
[Even with two missing, they can still play 6 on 6]
âYouâre pretty good,â PD Na complimented, causing Minghao to break into a shy smile.
As the whistleâs sound faded, PD Na resumed, moving on to the team selection. âThe two best players will come forward and choose five people each with rock-paper-scissors,â he said, eyes scanning the group as he waited.
[Team selection rules]
With a slight nod, S.Coups stepped forward, a hint of a grin on his face. âSeungkwan and I will do it,â he declared, glancing back with confidence.
Dokyeom, however, was already making his way forward with a mock swagger, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, feigning a look of cockiness. PD Na couldnât contain his laughter at the sight. âDK is coming forward,â he laughed, watching as S.Coups gently nudged Dokyeom back, causing laughter to ripple through the group.
[Takenori Akagi is out]
Meanwhile, Mingyu tilted his head, glancing over at PD Na with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. âAre we playing real basketball?â he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. âI thought we had to use a scoop to score or something.â
âNo, youâre playing real basketball,â PD Na confirmed.
Almost everyone chorused, âReally?â their expressions were a mix of amusement and skepticism, finding it hard to believe that the game wouldnât come with some sort of twist.
Luna, observing their reactions with a laugh, shook her head. âThe catch will come soon, watch.â
Seungkwan chuckled, enthusiasm radiating from him. âI played basketball at Jamwon Han River Park yesterday too.â
Dokyeom chimed in, nodding toward PD Na, âWe love basketball.â
[That's why we prepared this game]
[Team selection]
[S.Coups versus Seungkwan]
With that, the rock-paper-scissors showdown began. After a quick match, S.Coups won the first round and wasted no time in selecting his team. âMingyu,â he called out, gesturing confidently toward him.
âNo,â Mingyu replied playfully, though a grin spread across his face.
Jeonghan chuckled, watching the selection with a spark of mischief. âRight. You need someone big,â he commented, earning a laugh from the group.
With the next pick, Seungkwanâs voice rang out with a clear choice. âI choose Jeonghan,â he announced.
[2 ace players team up]
Another round of rock-paper-scissors followed, ending with S.Coups victorious once again. âJoshua,â he called.
Seungkwan countered, glancing around as he chose Vernon with a smile. âIâll go with Vernon. Heâs a zombie defender.â
The two continued their picks, with each choice narrowing down the players until two teams were fully assembled. Finally, the teams stood divided: Team White with S.Coups, Mingyu, Joshua, Dokyeom, Jun, and Dino, while Team Red consisted of Seungkwan, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Vernon, and Woozi.
[Team White versus Team Red]
With the teams established, the members of Team White moved to change, swapping out their red jerseys for fresh white ones bearing the SEVENTEEN logo, their excitement palpable as they readied for the game ahead.
Once Team White finished changing into their fresh jerseys, they gathered at the center of the field alongside Team Red, eyes turned expectantly toward PD Na. He glanced around to make sure everyone was listening.
âThe rule is simple,â he began. âItâs three on three. But each of you must play at least once.â The members nodded, some of them voicing their understanding with murmurs of agreement.
âAnother important rule.â But as PD Na took a brief pause, Luna chuckled knowingly, anticipation lighting up her face. âThere it is.â
PD Na continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âItâll be Hunminjeongeum basketball.â
The group immediately erupted in groans, knowing exactly what that meant. This wasnât going to be a normal basketball game.
PD Na raised a hand to explain further. âThe moment the players or the audience speak a foreign language, the score resets.â
âDoes it really reset?â Dokyeom asked, eyebrows raised.
âTo zero,â PD Na confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips.
Woozi crossed his arms, leaning back a bit with a shrug. âThat works for me. I canât play basketball at all.â
Mingyu looked at him, unconvinced. âYou know how to pass and shoot.â
Woozi tilted his head, conceding slightly. âI know that much.â
âThatâs all English,â Mingyu pointed out.
âYou canât say shoot,â Jun added, glancing pointedly at Woozi.
Hoshi jumped in, breaking out in English with a playful confidence, âHey. Okay.â He threw himself into an exaggerated re-enactment, pretending he was mid-game, showing the others exactly what they couldnât do.
Seungkwan turned to PD Na with a thoughtful expression. âAre the names okay?â
PD Na shook his head. âNo, not even the names.â
Everyone looked around in surprise, murmurs, and exclamations breaking out all at once, caught off guard by the strictness of the rule.
Luna deadpanned, a serious look crossing her face. âI donât think we will be going home today.â
Joshua raised a hand, smiling as he posed a question. âWhat about foreigners?â
PD Na nodded in Lunaâs direction as she answered on his behalf, âEveryone will use their Korean names.â
Vernon raised his hand, a slight smile on his face. âHansol,â he said, pointing at himself.
Junâs brow furrowed as he looked at PD Na, hesitant. âDoes Jun count as English?â
PD Na shrugged. âThis is not an official game. So all rules are up to the referee.â
[What the referee says is the law]
Minghao, the appointed referee, tilted his head innocently, a playful glimmer in his eyes. âWhat if the referee doesnât know the rules?â he asked, his voice laced with mock innocence.
Everyone burst out laughing, PD Na included. Mingyu echoed the question with a laugh, âWhat if he doesnât?â
Luna grinned, reaching over to give Minghaoâs shoulder a supportive squeeze. âIâll help you, Hao,â she said affectionately, finding his comment both adorable and endearing.
[Anyway, it's all up to the referee]
With a smirk, PD Na gave the final directive, âThe first team to get twenty-one wins.â
Luna didnât miss a beat, deadpanning once more as she leaned against Minghaoâs side, her face scrunched up in doubt. âI donât think weâll reach the tens,â she remarked, earning another round of laughter from the group.
[She has no faith in them whatsoever]
Mingyu, always one to tease, pinched her side playfully, making her jerk back slightly. She shot him a look, sticking her tongue out at him with a grin.
âItâll be zero the whole time,â Jeonghan added, sharing in Lunaâs skepticism.
As the laughs subsided, the players steeled themselves, ready for a game that would clearly be anything but typical.
[Hunminjeongeum basketball begins]
The teams began to disperse, each group huddling together, strategizing with enthusiasm and an eagerness that hinted at their competitive sides. Some members bounced the basketball, others shuffled around, loosening up.
Meanwhile, Luna, lighthearted as ever, skipped over to the sidelines, hand in hand with Minghao, her fingers interlaced with his. âLetâs go, Hao,â she said, her voice full of playful energy as they made their way toward the bleachers to watch from the sidelines.
Jeonghan looked at his team, calm but focused. âLetâs go with Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Vernon,â he instructed, his tone low and clear, suggesting his confidence in their abilities as he glanced between the three members. They nodded in agreement, quickly organizing themselves as the first lineup.
Across from them, Team White finalized their lineup with Mingyu, Joshua, and Dokyeom stepping forward, the three of them preparing with a blend of focus and excitement.
[Big people against big people]
The rest of the members settled themselves on the bleachers, eagerly watching the setup unfold. Minghao stood at the right side of the bleachers, while Luna positioned herself on the left, her stance casual as she waited for the game to begin.
Seated comfortably on the bleachers, Jeonghan reached over, his hand brushing against Lunaâs arm with a gentle, almost absentminded touch, inviting her closer. She shifted toward him naturally, her attention still on the game ahead as they stood side by side, shoulders nearly touching. With a slight smirk, Jeonghan called out to the players, âHoshi, just run to the place with no people.â
Hoshi took off immediately, following the advice, darting toward an empty spot on the court.
[Since Hoshi doesn't know anyway, he just warms up]
Jeonghan nodded his head with approval. âGood,â he murmured quietly, turning back to Luna as he traced gentle circles into her hand, which rested in his.
Just then, a staff member walked over, slowly handing Luna a set of red and white pom-poms. Luna chuckled, her gaze drifting from the vibrant pom-poms to the staff member, amusement evident in her smile. âIs this really necessary?â she asked with a soft laugh, her eyes bright as she accepted the pom-poms with one hand, keeping her other firmly intertwined with Jeonghanâs.
[Sheâs a cheerleader for today]
From his spot on the bleachers, Wonwoo leaned over, raising an eyebrow at her. âWhat team are you cheering for?â
Luna shook the pom-poms lightly, fluffing them up with a playful shrug. âBothâŠâ she replied, her voice lilting with humor. She gave the pom-poms a final shake before adding in a softer tone, âWhoever wins,â her casual remark drawing laughs from the group.
Jeonghan looked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he pointed out, âYouâre wearing red.â
Luna tilted her head at him, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. âThen win,â she shot back, punctuating her challenge with a wink.
Jeonghanâs grin widened as he looked back at Luna, her wink and confident challenge igniting a spark in his eyes. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. âAlright,â he murmured, his tone soft but filled with determination. His gaze lingered on her, holding her attention for a beat longer, the hint of a competitive glint in his eyes promising heâd give it everything he had.
Minghao stepped forward, his voice clear as he took up his role as referee. âTo your positions,â he instructed, gesturing for the players to take their places on the court.
The first three players from each team responded immediately: Seungkwan, Hoshi, and Vernon for Team Red moved to one side of the court, while Mingyu, Joshua, and Dokyeom from Team White positioned themselves on the opposite side. The rest of the members, anticipating the match, gathered on the bleachers, eager to watch the action unfold.
Luna, with a mischievous smile, shook her pom-poms and called out from her spot near the bleachers. âFighting! I believe in you guys!â Her voice rang cheerfully, bringing a wave of encouragement to both teams.
Seungkwan quickly looked to Vernon, determined to start the game strong. âHansol, mark Mingyu,â he instructed, emphasizing their focus on strategy and using Vernonâs Korean name to avoid slipping up on the language rule.
Mingyu, sensing Seungkwanâs readiness, chuckled and reassured him with a laid-back attitude. âItâs okay. Itâs only 0:0,â he pointed out, nodding towards Seungkwan, already in the spirit of the game and noting the smooth switch to Korean names.
Meanwhile, Dokyeom made his own preparations, eyeing his opponents carefully. âIâll mark Soonyoung,â he offered, squaring his shoulders.
Hoshi nodded in agreement, glancing back at Dokyeom with a grin. âOkay, Seokmin,â he replied, âI canât call you DK, can I?â Already aware of the no-English rule, Hoshiâs playful tone underscored the competitive but lighthearted nature of the match.
[DK is okay, but okay is not okay]
From the sidelines, Jeonghan, lounging casually on the bleachers, gave his team a confident signal. âGood. Letâs go. Start.â He declared with a nod, giving them the final encouragement to get going.
[The game begins]
Mingyu took advantage of the moment to remind them of a slight technical loophole, a last-minute suggestion as they shifted into action. âWe can speak English until we score,â he pointed out, just loud enough for his teammates. Then, in English, he added, âCan you pass me the ball?â gesturing to Seungkwan, who dribbled carefully, eyes darting for openings as his teammates positioned themselves strategically.
Observing Seungkwanâs movement, S.Coups leaned forward, offering insight from the bleachers. âHoshiâs turning around,â he called, as Hoshi quickly moved across the court, marking his territory on the other side.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Seungkwan passed the ball to Vernon, who, without missing a beat, caught it smoothly. In a swift, calculated motion, he scanned the court, recognizing Hoshiâs position on the other side, and passed the ball across the court to him. Hoshi received it and seemed poised to shoot, but Dokyeomâs defense was tight. Realizing he had no clear shot, Hoshi pivoted, aiming a precise pass back to Seungkwan instead.
âSeungkwan, come up. Lay up,â Dinoâs voice rang out from the sidelines, encouragement evident in his tone. Seungkwan, fueled by the support, moved swiftly toward the basket. He took the shotâ a smooth layupâ but luck wasnât on his side, and the ball bounced off the rim.
Joshua, acting on reflex, caught the rebound. He dribbled once, trying to line up for a quick shot. He aimed, but the ball clanged against the rim, missing again.
âLeave the box,â Mingyuâs voice cut through, directing Joshua to back out of the key. Joshua stepped out, positioning himself outside the paint, scanning for a potential three-point shot.
[Joshua got a chance for a 3-pointer]
âHe has to leave, right?â Minghao asked, looking toward PD Na for confirmation.
PD Na nodded, confirming, âYou need to leave the box.â
Once Joshua was in position, he took a deep breath, braced himself, and launched a three-point attempt. The ball arced toward the basket, everyone holding their breath as it hit the top of the backboard and bounced out of bounds.
[Bounce]
A chorus of groans rose from the bleachers. Wooziâs voice was the first to break through the disappointment. âItâs out,â he called, arms crossed as he leaned back, his face showing a hint of frustration.
Jeonghan shook his head from the sidelines, letting out an amused sigh. âThat was a ridiculous shot,â he observed dryly, adding a bit of levity to the moment.
Luna, catching the mood, shook her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm, calling out with a bright tone. âItâs okay! Fighting!â she encouraged with a mock cheerful voice, causing PD Na to laugh and point at her from his spot, clearly entertained by her dramatic cheer.
Mingyu, still focused, checked the scoreboard and shook his head. âItâs still 0:0. No oneâs going to score,â he said, hands on his hips, as he looked back at his team with a determined expression.
With that, Seungkwan took control again, dribbling the ball with focused energy as he scanned for an opening. Hoshi, ever the energetic tiger, darted around the court, narrating his moves in a loud, confident voice. âThe counterattack of the tiger!â he announced as he circled around, trying to break through Mingyu and Dokyeomâs defense.
[While the tiger jumps around, Seungkwan got a chance]
Seungkwan seized the opportunity and took a sharp shot. The ball flew through the air, finally making its way into the basket.
[He scores easily]
The bleachers erupted in cheers, Luna jumping up and down with enthusiasm as she shook her pom-poms vigorously. âThatâs two points,â PD Na announced, finally marking a breakthrough.
âNo English from now on,â Mingyu reminded his teammates firmly.
âGood,â Hoshi replied, his tone brimming with excitement as he jogged back.
âHe scored,â Wonwoo confirmed, flipping the scoreboard numbers with a grin.
Woozi, ever the strategist, leaned into the red team with a serious expression. âWe need to focus from now on,â he instructed, drawing nods of agreement from his teammates.
âBe careful,â Jeonghan added, his voice a steady reminder from the sidelines, signaling the players to stay sharp and avoid mistakes that might reset their hard-earned score.
Seungkwan, breathing heavily but with a triumphant smile, slapped hands with Hoshi and Vernon in a quick team celebration. âHansol, Hoshi, Seungkwan. Good job,â he told himself and his teammates with a quiet, self-assured nod.
With the briefest pause, Mingyu then gestured toward the Red Team, keeping the game momentum going. âExcuse me. Please start. Please,â he said with an authoritative tone, his words conveying both a tease and a hint of challenge.
Joshua, still in the zone and with his team scoreless, seized the chance to keep things light but competitive, smirking, he added, âLetâs go. Hurry up,â hoping to tease Red Team into losing their focus.
Dino, seated on the bleachers, grinned at his teamâs freedom with language for the moment. âOkay, we havenât scored yet. Good,â he observed aloud, almost in approval of their strategic advantage.
The ball returned to play, this time firmly in Vernonâs hands. He glanced around, calculating the pass, and with a practiced flick, he sent it toward Hoshi. But Hoshi, his focus wavering for a split second, almost missed. He chased after the ball, eyes locked as it bounced closer to the sidelines, only to lose it as it rolled out of bounds toward the production team.
[The tiger finally got the ball for the first time]
âItâs okay,â Seungkwan called out, the reassurance in his tone bringing Hoshiâs frustration down a notch.
With a quick movement, Dokyeom scooped the ball up and lobbed it toward Mingyu, who took position, lining up his shot. He stepped back, squared his shoulders, and, with a measured push, sent the ball arcing toward the basket. It swished cleanly through the net, catching the White Team up to tie the score.
[Team White catches up]
As his teammates celebrated, Mingyu clasped his hand over his mouth, a half-smile creeping in. He raised a finger to his lips, his eyes flicking meaningfully between each teammate as a shushing motionâ no more English, no more slip-ups that could jeopardize their points now that they were finally even.
From her spot on the sidelines, Luna couldnât contain her excitement. She jumped up, pom-poms flying in a flurry of color, and shouted, âWow! Kim Mingyu!â The admiration in her voice was unmistakable, her cheer earnest as she praised anyone who made a good shot.
Even PD Na joined in, nodding toward Mingyu. âHeâs really tall,â he commented, unable to resist noting Mingyuâs natural advantage on the court.
On the bleachers, S.Coups folded his arms, his expression one of measured caution. âYou need to be careful from now on,â he warned, his voice carrying across the court like a coach reminding his players of the stakes.
Joshua now had possession, dribbling steadily as he sought an opening. His eyes locked onto Mingyu, who signaled his readiness. Joshua aimed a pass in his direction, but Vernon, quick as ever, sprang forward, intercepting with a well-timed block. The ball ricocheted off his fingers, only for Joshua to recover possession. Pivoting, he squared his shoulders and released a shotâ only for it to bounce off the rim, missing the net by inches.
The ball bounced into Dokyeomâs hands, who immediately took advantage of the rebound. He dribbled twice, calculating his next move, before aiming a pass toward Mingyu. But just as he threw it, Seungkwan lunged forward, intercepting the ball with a skillful grab. He dribbled fast, Joshua at his heels, trying to steal it back with quick, agile movements.
From the bleachers, Jeonghan straightened, calling out to him with a calm yet firm tone. âSeungkwan.â
S.Coups followed up, âJoshua, get closer,â his voice steady and strategic, urging Joshua to close the gap.
Hoshi darted in behind Seungkwan, matching his speed and murmuring quietly, âKwan, Iâm right behind you,â a note of encouragement evident in his voice, urging him to pass.
Seungkwan glanced back at Hoshi, who seemed ready to take over. But before he could make a move, Joshua shifted closer, cutting off his line of sight. Seungkwan gritted his teeth, waiting for the right moment, finally breaking free from Joshuaâs block. In one smooth motion, he passed the ball to Vernon, who, without hesitation, relayed it to Hoshi with a precise, angled pass.
Hoshi caught the ball, his gaze settling on the basket. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a grin creeping in. âDo you think I can do it?â he asked, his voice carrying a trace of playful challenge as he adjusted his grip.
Luna, from the sidelines, raised her pom-poms, her voice clear and full of encouragement. âOppa, you can do it!â
Seungkwan, positioning himself in front of Mingyu to prevent interference, called out, âGive it a shot. Trust yourself.â
âSoonyoung, Shoot!â Jeonghanâs voice rang out in English, the unintentional slip causing his eyes to widen as he caught his own mistake. He clamped a hand his mouth shut, freezing as he realized the consequences.
Luna, her reflexes quick, spun to face him. Her body blocked the cameraâs view as she chuckled at his blunder, a hand over her own mouth to stifle her laughter. âYa!â She whispered under her breath, her voice playful but low, hoping no one else caught the slip.
Oblivious to Jeonghanâs mistake, Hoshi refocused, releasing his shot with a flick of his wrist. The ball sailed toward the net, only to bounce off the rim and back onto the court.
[Soonyoung failed to score]
From the bleachers, Junâs eyes lit up, a mischievous glint in them as he pointed toward Jeonghan. âJeonghan spoke English!â he announced gleefully, his tone triumphant as he snitched.
Jeonghan turned, feigning innocence with a casual shrug. âWhat?â he replied, his tone smooth, as if unaware of any mishap. He glanced at Luna, his eyes searching hers with a playful look. âDid I?â
All eyes turned toward her, expecting confirmation. Her expression froze, her wide eyes betraying her surprise. Realizing the focus was now on her, she slowly turned her head away, her gaze lifting to the sky as if sheâd found something fascinating in the clouds. Her lips curved into an innocent smile, trying to hide the fact that looking at Jeonghan any longer might make her burst into laughter.
[Out of sight, out of mind]
From his spot on the bleachers, S.Coups chuckled, crossing his arms and pointing at Jeonghan with amusement. âYou clearly did.â
PD Na nodded, clapping his hands once. âItâs back to zero,â he announced, resetting the Red Teamâs points with a definitive call.
Jun, unable to contain his satisfaction, grinned widely, pumping a fist in the air. âGotcha,â he said excitedly, looking straight at Jeonghan, who just shrugged, leaning back on the bench with a lazy, nonchalant air, seemingly unbothered by the setback.
Luna, still shaking with silent laughter, pointed at Jun, a glint of amusement in her eyes. âYouâre next,â she muttered with a knowing smile, her tone low enough for only him to hear, fully aware that Jeonghan would surely have a playful comeback waiting for Jun soon.
Hoshiâs voice cut through the chatter as he clapped his hands, rallying the players on the court. âOkay,â he called, a spark of intensity in his tone as he encouraged them, eager to keep the game moving.
âLetâs go, guys!â Lunaâs pom-poms flashed as she raised them high, her voice filled with energy.
âWe need to continue broadcasting for our friends,â Jeonghan reminded the players with a smile, knowing they had an audience eager to see them give it their all, his eyes scanning his quieter teammates. He gave a pointed look to those who had fallen silent, cautious about slipping into English.
Jun met his gaze with an exaggerated nod as if to confirm his dedication. âYes. I am,â he replied, his voice calm yet filled with mock solemnity.
On the court, Dokyeom had secured the ball, eyes keenly watching Hoshi, who positioned himself squarely in his path, arms spread to defend. Dokyeomâs gaze darted, analyzing Hoshiâs stance, his movements swift as he shifted to feint. Hoshi mirrored him, moving with agility, staying just close enough to keep Dokyeom from making an easy pass.
[Hoshi is the busiest, but he's not really doing anything]
After a quick fake to his left, Dokyeom took advantage of the narrow gap and pivoted, sending the ball soaring across to Joshua, who stood ready, anticipating the pass. Joshuaâs fingers wrapped around the ball in a smooth, practiced catch.
âLetâs go!â Jeonghan cheered from the sidelines, his voice ringing out in support of Hoshiâs tight defense.
âCome on!â S.Coups added, his encouragement directed at Joshua, rooting for his attempt to break through Hoshiâs defense.
Joshua moved with intent, sizing up Hoshi, who met him head-on with a determined gaze. Hoshi shifted his stance, maintaining his stance directly in Joshuaâs line. Joshua angled his body, feeling the pressure of Hoshiâs close guard, and with a final glance at his options, passed the ball smoothly back to Dokyeom, who had shifted into an open space.
With fluid movement, Dokyeom redirected the ball, passing it off to Mingyu, who now held control, watching the defenders around him.
âMingyu, go for it!â S.Coupsâs voice rang out in support, his words carrying both urgency and anticipation.
But instead of attempting the shot himself, Mingyu spotted Dokyeom near the basket and made a quick decision. With a swift pivot, he sent the ball to Dokyeom, who caught it, turned, and jumped, releasing the ball in a clean, practiced shot. The ball soared through the air and sank into the net with a satisfying swish.
[DK scores again]
A cheer erupted from the White Team, who clapped in celebration as they witnessed Dokyeomâs successful shot.
[Perfect teamwork of boys born in '97]
âNice!â S.Coups shouted, his enthusiasm overriding his caution, as he stood up in a burst of excitement. But realization dawned immediately as his hand flew to his mouth, his eyes widening in shock at the English word that had slipped out.
[Slip of the tongue]
Luna turned to S.Coups with a chuckle, her tone teasing as she said, âThe members on the bleachers are the ones messing up.â She let out a laugh, shaking her head as she looked at him.
Jeonghanâs hand shot up with the speed of a kid eager to answer in class. âProducer Na!â he called out, his finger already pointing at S.Coups as expected, wasting no time. His voice was filled with mock righteousness, almost as if heâd been waiting for the opportunity to call out someone else.
[Snitch]
âS.Coups said ânice.â The score resets.â PD Na nodded in agreement, his tone final as he announced, âThe score resets,â loud enough for everyone on the court to hear.
Confusion flashed across Dokyeomâs face as he turned to Mingyu. âWho said âniceâ?â he asked, his brows furrowed.
âHe did.â Mingyu pointed toward S.Coups, who was already making his way to the court as the teams prepared to switch members. Team White rotated, with Dokyeom, Mingyu, and Joshua heading to the bleachers, while S.Coups, Dino, and Jun took their places on the court.
âWhy did you say âniceâ?â Dokyeomâs voice carried a hint of mock disapproval, his expression exaggeratedly serious as he questioned S.Coups.
Luna chimed in, her tone playfully scolding, though laced with amusement, âNo fighting, guys. Youâre both tied at zero now anyway.â She swayed the words in a sing-song tone, knowing neither of them were genuinely upset.
Jeonghan gave a firm nod, his expression one of comical agreement. âNo, we must compliment,â he added, his voice feigning the utmost seriousness.
âGood job,â Wonwoo piped in from his seat, keeping the spirit of praise going with a casual nod toward his teammates.
PD Na chuckled, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion as he addressed the commentators. âThe commentators are speaking too much English. We better watch them,â he said, motioning to his team. He and the two other producers and writers moved to sit behind SEVENTEEN, clearly prepared to monitor the situation more closely.
Jeonghan glanced back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âWhy donât we let it slide if the producers donât notice?â he suggested, raising a brow, his voice carrying a note of sly humor.
âBut we point it out. We tell them,â Mingyu replied, holding a straight face as he held Jeonghanâs gaze.
âLetâs not tell them,â Jeonghan countered, his tone casual, enough to draw laughter from Mingyu and Luna.
Luna turned to Jeonghan, her voice filled with playful accusation. âYou snitched earlier. So fast, in fact,â she teased, giving him a gentle bump with her hip.
Jeonghanâs grin widened as he looked down at her, unbothered. âEy, that was just one time,â he replied, his voice a mixture of self-assurance and playfulness.
Luna chuckled, nodding toward PD Na and the writers seated behind them. âPlus, why didnât you think of that earlier? PD Na is right behind us.â
Mingyu turned to S.Coups, his face filled with mock disappointment. âWe were playing nice and quiet. Why did you have to say âniceâ?â His voice carried an air of exasperation, though the smile that tugged at his lips gave him away.
Dokyeom followed suit, shaking his head. âSeriously, Park Bo Gum,â he muttered, the nickname still in play from S.Coupsâs earlier blunder.
S.Coups shrugged, meeting their looks with a challenging grin. âHey, S.Coups. Do it right,â Mingyu warned him with a teasing tone, pointing in mock admonishment.
âIâll be watching you,â S.Coups replied, his finger aimed back in defiance.
âCome on!â Seungkwan, now holding the ball, shouted, his eyes lit with determination as he cheered his team forward.
âLetâs go!â Luna and Wonwoo chorused, their voices blending as they encouraged their teammates from the sidelines.
Dino, adrenaline rushing, started to cheer for his team, âMy teamââ he stopped, catching himself mid-sentence as the realization hit him that heâd spoken in English.
S.Coups, still lighthearted, reassured him, âItâs okay. Weâre at zero.â He eyed Dino with a grin, calming any concerns.
[No points to lose]
Mingyu, always quick to keep things entertaining, stood up with a dramatic flair. âCalm down, calm down,â he repeated in English, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he continued, âNot yet, not yet.â
âThatâs okay, bro,â Dokyeom followed, his words slipping into English as he added his own brand of encouragement.
âJust do, just do,â Mingyu chimed in again, his laughter evident as he sat back down.
Luna, her laughter bubbling over, pointed at Mingyu, her voice filled with affection as she teased, âGyu-gyu and Kyeomie are so cute.â
As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the new round, the atmosphere crackled with renewed energy. Minghao stood with an air of official authority, the whistle still dangling from his fingers as he took his place on the sidelines.
[The game resumes]
Team Red remained steady with Seungkwan, Hoshi, and Vernon, ready to secure their lead. Across from them, Team White shuffled in fresh players: Jun, S.Coups, and Dino stepped onto the court, each visibly focused intensity.
Seungkwan gripped the ball, his eyes darting between Vernon and Hoshi, who was already breaking into motion, weaving around Team White like synchronized dancers. He smirked, shaking his head in amusement at their fervor. âYou donât have to run around so much, or youâll be tired,â he teased, loud enough for both teams to hear, drawing hearty laughter from everyone on the court and the sidelines.
After a beat, Seungkwan lobbed the ball towards Vernon, who leaped and caught it, instantly setting up for a shot. He lined up his aim and released, but the ball arced just shy of the hoop, bouncing off the rim before Dino lunged forward, catching it in both hands with impressive speed.
[Failed to score]
âGood job. Iâm proud of you,â Seungkwan said with mock solemnity, pointing at Vernon. On the sidelines, Wonwoo chuckled, commenting dryly, âThey had a chance.â
Dino took over possession, dribbling with agility as he searched for an opening. He maneuvered with quick, nimble steps, clearly aiming to get closer to the hoop. As he neared the basket, he attempted a layup with an air of confidenceâ only for the ball to slip from his hands, veering behind the backboard in a surprising misfire.
Mingyuâs gaze tracked Dinoâs movement, and he muttered, âThe way he dancesâŠâ His words trailed off, his appreciation lost in hesitation. Dokyeom, seated beside him, couldnât resist intervening. âThink before you speak,â he advised, patting Mingyu on the shoulder with a wise expression.
âOkay,â Mingyu replied, resigning himself with a sheepish grin, while PD Na chuckled loudly behind them, clearly enjoying the banter.
[They're funny]
The game resumed, and Seungkwan took the ball again, launching it from across the court to Vernon, who was positioned near the hoop. âNice attack,â Woozi observed approvingly as Vernon caught the pass, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he set up for a layup. But to everyoneâs disbelief, the ball once again veered off course, sailing past the hoop and landing behind the backboard, leaving the members in a chorus of laughter and groans.
âCome on. That was a bad attack,â Jeonghan commented dryly from the sidelines.
âNot a good attack,â Woozi added, his tone flat as he shared a knowing look with Jeonghan.
On the sidelines, Luna, pom-poms in hand, stood with her hands on her waist, her expression frozen in disbelief. âWow, that was really⊠what was⊠it was right there,â she muttered, genuinely baffled. The members quickly turned towards her, pointing and laughing at her reaction, clearly delighted by her unfiltered commentary.
[Our cheerleader is in disbelief]
PD Na, noticing Lunaâs stunned expression, chimed in with a laugh. âLuna, youâre the cheerleader. Youâre supposed to be cheering them on.â
Mock realization flashed across Lunaâs face, and she spun around to face the players, waving her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm. âWow! Good job, Hansolie! Itâs okay, that was amazing!â she declared, her voice dripping with faux sincerity, which only set off another wave of laughter. Vernon laughed, pointing at her with an exaggerated shake of his head.
âYou need to relax,â Seungkwan told Vernon, who made an âokayâ sign with his fingers and replied, âIâll relax. Sorry.â
âSoonyoung, keep it up,â Jeonghan called out from the sidelines, sending an encouraging nod toward Hoshi, who grinned, looking a bit flustered. âOkay.â
âCute,â Luna muttered under her breath as she took in Hoshiâs smile, her own lips twitching with amusement.
âWhy donât you find the man you need to mark?â Seungkwan instructed Hoshi, his tone deadpan.
âSure,â Hoshi agreed, scanning the court cluelessly. âWho is it?â
Jeonghan chuckled from the sidelines. âSeungkwan, donât get mad.â
Meanwhile, S.Coups took possession of the ball, expertly maneuvering it across the court before passing to Dino, who, without hesitation, took the shot. The ball swooshed cleanly through the hoop, and Team White broke into cheers.
[Dino of Team White scores]
Mingyu leaped to his feet, raising a finger to his lips as he looked around at his teammates. âHey,â he murmured, gesturing for everyone to stay quiet.
âHey, hey,â Dokyeom echoed, rising with him in a show of support. But just then, Luna, standing nearby, caught the English phrase, and her head snapped towards them, eyes widening before she burst into laughter, doubling over at their unintentional slip-up.
âThe game has only begun,â Mingyu added, missing the irony of his words, still gesturing for silence.
PD Naâs voice cut through the laughter, amusement laced in his tone. ââHeyâ? Did you just say âheyâ?â His teasing made the sideline erupt, the team members doubling over as the realization dawned on them.
Mingyuâs face froze in disbelief as he looked over at Dokyeom, who couldnât contain his own laughter. PD Na held up a hand, grinning triumphantly. âDK said âhey.â The score resets,â he announced, his tone definitive. Team Redâs members burst into gleeful laughter, their cheers echoing through the place as they celebrated their stroke of luck.
âWhy did you have to speak English?â Dokyeom muttered to Mingyu, pretending to be frustrated, though his grin showed he was far from genuinely upset.
[He started it]
S.Coups, watching with a mixture of exasperation and humor, shook his head. âDK, you deserve it,â he called out, a mock-serious tone undercutting his smirk.
Dokyeom didnât miss a beat, looking at S.Coups and nodding with a solemn expression. âSame, same,â he responded in English, earning another bout of laughter from the sidelines. âWe do speak a lot of English,â he admitted to Mingyu as they finally sat back down, the air between them still crackling with energy.
Mingyu sighed, deadpan as ever. âBut why arenât we good at it?â
Dokyeomâs laughter caught him mid-sip from his water bottle, causing him to choke slightly as he set the bottle down, his shoulders shaking. The rest of the team, still laughing and recovering, looked on in amusement, clearly enjoying the unintentional comedy show.
As the game continued, all eyes were on S.Coups as he clutched the ball, strategizing his next move. His eyes scanned the court, and in one swift motion, he passed the ball to Jun, who moved with agile precisionâ only for Vernon to intercept, arms outstretched as he blocked Junâs shot with ease.
[Vernon's nice block]
âGood job, Hansol,â Woozi encouraged, his tone calm but approving. Vernon offered a quick nod in acknowledgment, already refocusing as the ball bounced back to S.Coups. Seizing the opportunity, S.Coups passed it to Dino, who took a breath and attempted a shot toward the basket. The ball, however, bounced off the rim, narrowly missing its target.
âDinoâs bad throw,â Woozi observed dryly from the sidelines.
Jeonghan chuckled, watching Dino fumble slightly. âHeâs not playing basketball. Heâs just playing with the ball.â
Laughter rippled through the spectators, and Dino threw them a sheepish grin as the ball found its way back to Junâs hands. This time, he passed it back to Dino, who saw his chance and shot with determination. The ball arced perfectly, swishing through the net.
[He is playing basketball. He scored!]
âGood!â Joshua clapped, rising from his seat alongside the cheering Team White members. âVery nice,â he repeated, as both Dokyeom and Mingyu stood, mouths shut as they silently applauded.
Luna, from the sidelines, waved her pom-poms excitedly. âGood job, Chan-ah!â
âHey, Dino,â Wonwoo called out with a teasing smile, âare you an ace?â
Jeonghan, catching the energy in the air, turned toward the production crew, his tone suddenly serious. âYou need to listen carefully now,â he warned since Team White already had a score to lose.
The game resumed with intensity, and this time, S.Coups received the ball again. Determined, he took his shot from beyond the three-point line. The ball flew through the air, heading for the basket, only to bounce off the rim.
[The ball bounced off]
âThat was close, Cheollie,â Luna encouraged, her eyes tracking the ballâs rebound.
âHe tried⊠he threw a three-pointer,â Dokyeom said, his voice hesitant as he picked his words carefully.
Mingyu, next to him, waved his hand, signaling silence, both of them wary of another reset due to a slip-up. PD Naâs laughter rumbled from behind them, amused at their cautious commentary.
[Be careful]
ïżœïżœïżœWe still need to broadcast it,â Dokyeom reminded him, almost as if convincing himself.
âWe do,â Mingyu agreed with a nod, taking the responsibility seriously.
Jeonghan joined in, adding, âWe need to keep talking.â
[Professional]
The game continued, and the ball was now with Seungkwan, who held it with an intense look. âGo inside. Get in there,â he instructed, his eyes set on Hoshi, who was running close to the hoop.
âSeungkwan, donât take it too seriously,â Dino chuckled from nearby, sharing a grin with Hoshi.
âNo, not at all,â Seungkwan replied with a smirk, just as S.Coups swooped in and stole the ball from him, dribbling it down the court with newfound energy. Seungkwan shook his head, laughing. âWeâre doing great.â
On the bleachers, the other members watched the match with focused interest, and Dokyeom leaned forward, a question hovering on his lips. âAre you not broadcasting?â he asked, his gaze fixed on Jeonghan, who stood, hands in his pockets, absorbed in the game.
Jeonghan glanced over, replying calmly, âWeâre worried that the audio will overlap.â
But before he could say more, Dokyeomâs finger shot up, pointing at Jeonghan, his expression caught between surprise and triumph. Jeonghan beat him to it, though, chuckling. âWeâre at zero,â he said, and Dokyeom laughed in defeat.
[He got tricked big time]
As the ball moved back into play, Vernon seized his chance, attempting another shot. But as the ball ricocheted off the rim once more, Seungkwan was ready, catching it mid-bounce.
Jeonghanâs voice called out from the sidelines. âBe careful.â
âSeungkwan, Iâm here,â Hoshi called out from behind, raising his hands, ready for a pass. But Seungkwan, perhaps caught up in the moment, passed it back to Vernon. Vernon took the shot once more, but luck wasnât on his side, and the ball missed, bouncing back to Seungkwan.
âNice attack,â Jeonghan said encouragingly, watching as Seungkwan, with a determined look, took the shot himself. The ball sailed through the air and, finally, sank into the hoop with a satisfying swish.
âNice attack,â Jeonghan repeated, his tone appreciative as Team Red cheered, now tied with Team White at two points each.
[His practice in Jamwon Han River Parkpays off]
Lunaâs voice rang out in excitement, pom-poms held high. âLetâs go, Kwanie!â
âGood job, Seungkwan,â Hoshi added with a clap on the back.
âItâs one all,â Dokyeom said, nodding with the air of a seasoned commentator.
Mingyu nudged him, correcting him with a grin, âItâs two all.â
Dokyeom blinked, a sheepish look on his face. âTwo all?â he asked, checking.
âYes,â Mingyu confirmed, his tone half-amused, half-serious.
âThank you,â Dokyeom replied, slipping back into his âcommentatorâ voice as the game continued, both teams locked in their friendly yet fierce competition.
[Hunminjeongeum game makes you say only the important stuff]
[It's two all]
Seungkwan dribbled the basketball with precision. His movements were sharp and calculated, weaving through the defense like a seasoned player. The opposing team scrambled to block him, but Seungkwan was relentless, his body twisting and turning as he dodged each attempt to steal the ball.
[Everyone on Team White marks Seungkwan]
âSeungkwan!â voices called from his team, but his focus was unyielding.
A chorus of cheers and shouts filled the air as Seungkwan made his way to the hoop. The gym echoed with the rhythmic chanting of his name. âSeungkwan! Seungkwan!â The members leaned forward, anticipation etched on their faces.
Lunaâs pom-poms swayed furiously as she called out, âGo, Kwanie!â
Seungkwan leaped for a layup, his body extending toward the basket. The ball arced gracefully, only to graze the backboard and miss the hoop entirely. Gasps and laughs filled the room, but Seungkwan remained undeterred. He caught the rebound, landing firmly on the court as his teammates shouted encouragement.
Dodging an advancing block from Dino, Seungkwan maneuvered around the perimeter, his quick footwork leaving the defenders scrambling.
âSo itâs true that he practiced in Jamwon,â PD Na remarked, leaning forward with visible interest.
âSeungkwan, Hoshiâs behind you,â Hoshi called out, positioning himself near the hoop. Without hesitation, Seungkwan passed the ball to Hoshi, who caught it mid-air. But before Hoshi could make a move, Dino appeared beside him. In a moment of camaraderie and humor, Hoshi handed the ball back to Seungkwan, their laughter ringing through the court.
[Not so confident here]
[Returning after touching it for a second]
Seungkwan, amused but focused, resumed dribbling. The ball bounced rhythmically as he faked out an opponent and swerved around another. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and took a clean shot. The ball soared through the air, its trajectory perfect. It swished through the net, the sound eliciting an eruption of cheers from the Red Team.
[And he scores]
âThat was so cool, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna cheered from the sidelines, her voice rising above the noise. The Red Team gathered around Seungkwan, their excitement was palpable.
The scoreboard now read 2:4 in their favor.
âI loved how you returned it back to me,â Seungkwan said, laughing as he patted Hoshi on the shoulder.
âThank you,â Hoshi replied with a grin, pulling Seungkwan into a hug.
âIâm so proud of you,â Seungkwan said, squeezing him with a hug before they separated.
âScore one more, and letâs change teams,â Mingyu suggested from the sidelines, his eagerness to play again evident.
âMingyu said âteam,ââ one of the writers announced, their voice cutting through the commotion.
A wave of disbelief swept through the court, especially among Team White. Mingyuâs face twisted in confusion. âMe? When?â he asked, genuinely perplexed.
âWhy did you do that?â Dokyeom asked, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his tone.
âI didnât,â Mingyu insisted, still oblivious.
âDonât you know how to speak Korean?â Jun teased, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Laughter erupted as the scoreboard reset, now reading 0:4.
Seungkwan made his way to the bleachers, his face glowing with satisfaction despite the penalty. âWhen do you want to switch?â he asked his team, glancing around for opinions.
âItâs up to you,â Woozi replied nonchalantly, leaning back against the bleachers.
âDo you want to switch now?â Jeonghan chimed in, his voice calm but ready.
âIâm in,â Hoshi agreed, raising his hand.
âShall we?â Seungkwan prompted, looking to the referee.
âOkay. Switch,â Minghao said, signaling the change.
[Hoshi of Team Red is out, and Jeonghan's in]
With that, Hoshi was replaced by Jeonghan, who strolled onto the court with the ease of someone who had been watching and waiting for his moment.
Luna, standing at the sidelines, couldnât help the smile spreading across her face. She loved watching Jeonghan play sports; there was something captivating about his casual confidence and smooth movements.
âWah! Yoon Jeonghan! Show them!â she cheered, her enthusiasm drawing his attention. Jeonghan turned to her with a lazy grin, nodding in acknowledgment before stepping up to play.
On the bench, Dokyeom and Mingyu leaned into each other, their hands shielding their mouths as they mock-whispered conspiratorially. Their fingers pointed at Luna, who immediately noticed their antics.
âWhat?â she asked, crossing her arms as she approached them.
âYou really have favorites,â Dokyeom teased, his grin widening.
âIâm hurt,â Mingyu added, pretending to glare at her.
Luna laughed out loud, her head tilting back as she waved them off. But she played along, raising her pom-poms. âWah! Kim Mingyu! Lee Seokmin! Show them!â she shouted enthusiastically, earning laughs from the two.
Still laughing, she returned to her post at the front, her eyes fixed on Jeonghan as the game resumed.
Lunaâs voice rang out in a cheerful sing-song tone, cutting through the sound of the constant buzz of conversation. âGuys, remember: safety first, safety second,â she announced, shaking her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm.
[Bunnyâs safety announcement]
A chorus of loud and playful âYes!â erupted from all the members, their responses unified and energetic. Luna grinned, clearly satisfied with their reaction.
âShe only said that now that Jeonghan is playing,â Mingyu whispered to Dokyeom, loud enough to ensure Luna could hear him, his tone dripping with mock suspicion.
âYouâre right,â Dokyeom agreed, nodding sagely as if Mingyuâs observation was groundbreaking.
Luna chuckled a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, not denying nor confirming their claims. She turned to them with an amused yet commanding expression and said simply, âShut it.â
Being the oldest among the 97-lineâ Dokyeom, Mingyu, and Minghaoâ Luna naturally fell into the role of their designated mother or older sister. In response, both Dokyeom and Mingyu mock-pouted, their exaggerated expressions earning a playful roll of her eyes.
On the court, Seungkwan glanced at Jeonghan, his concern showing as he called out, âJeonghan, donât push yourself.â
Jeonghan gave him a reassuring nod, acknowledging the worry. Seungkwan, just as concerned as Luna, patted his own elbowâ a subtle but clear reminder of Jeonghanâs past elbow injury.
Jeonghan nodded again, his movements careful as he positioned himself for the next play.
[Team Red's other ace Jeonghan appears]
The whistle blew, signaling the beginning of the next round. Dino quickly dribbled the ball past the halfway line, his eyes scanning for an opportunity. Jeonghan raised a hand, signaling for a pass. Dino hesitated for a fraction of a second, then lobbed the ball toward him with precision.
As Jeonghan caught the ball, the atmosphere shifted noticeably. The casual, lazy demeanor he had carried up until now was gone. With a sudden burst of energy, he dribbled the ball with sharp, controlled movements, weaving through the opposing players with practiced ease. His feet moved with agility, the ball bouncing rhythmically as he dodged each attempted block with finesse.
Just as he reached the edge of the key, Jeonghan spotted Seungkwan open near the basket. Without breaking stride, he passed the ball with a quick flick of his wrist.
[Perfect pass from Jeonghan to Seungkwan]
âGood, Jeonghan,â Woozi called out from the sidelines, his tone neutral but encouraging. âGo, Seungkwan!â
Seungkwan caught the ball, adjusted his position, and jumped for a layup. The ball rolled off his fingers with perfect backspin, hitting the backboard and sinking smoothly into the net.
The Red Team erupted in cheers, Luna among them. She waved her pom-poms enthusiastically, her voice rising above the noise. âNice pass,â Seungkwan said to Jeonghan as they regrouped.
Jeonghanâs response was immediate and wordlessâa dramatic, exaggerated face that drew laughs from everyone.
ââNice,ââ PD Na repeated the English word, his tone deadpan.
Seungkwan groaned, his energy draining in mock defeat as he dramatically lay down on the court, covering his face with his hands. Laughter rippled through the gym as the scoreboard reset to zero once again, much to Team Whiteâs delight.
[The score resets]
Team White celebrated their victory loudly, Dino and S.Coups high-fiving as they jogged to the sidelines to swap out with Dokyeom and Mingyu.
ââNice!ââ S.Coups mocked playfully as he passed by Seungkwan, mimicking his choice of words with an exaggerated tone.
âSeungkwan, very nice,â Dino chimed in, grinning.
Still sprawled out on the court, Seungkwan groaned louder.
âStill, you did well,â Hoshi added, his words genuine as he gave Seungkwanâs shoulder a supportive pat.
âWhatâs the point?â Minghao asked from his referee position, his tone carrying the weight of exasperation. âThe score is at zero.â
Luna couldnât help but laugh, her earlier prediction about the gameâs slow pace coming true. None of the teams had even broken into double digits, and yet the energy in the field was electric.
The ball found its way back into Jeonghanâs hands, his grip firm as he turned his gaze down the court, searching for his next move. His stance was relaxed, shoulders loose, yet there was a sharpness in his eyes that hinted at his focus. With an effortless rhythm, he dribbled, bouncing the ball in steady, controlled beats, switching it smoothly between his hands. With each step, he shifted his weight, weaving the ball skillfully in a figure-eight pattern between his legs, his movements sharp, yet fluid.
[Excellent dribble]
Joshua, tasked with blocking him, moved in closer, face set in concentration. Basketball wasnât his strength, but he did his best to match Jeonghanâs energy, his body pressing forward until they were almost chest-to-chest. The members watched as the two closed in, Joshuaâs determination painted clear in his eyes. But as he moved to intercept, Joshua pushed against Jeonghan a little too forcefully. Jeonghan stumbled, losing his balance as he was pushed outside the boundary line.
âOut!â Mingyu called out immediately, his voice firm, as he pointed to the line where Jeonghanâs foot had stepped.
Jeonghanâs brows furrowed as he straightened, the ball still tucked securely under his arm. âHe pushed me,â he said, his tone laced with both amusement and mild exasperation.
âJoshua, thatâs a foul,â Minghao clarified the slightest hint of a grin on his face.
Joshua blinked, looking at his teammates, his confusion evident. âReally?â
Wonwoo, who was watching the interaction closely, leaned toward PD Na standing nearby. âTheyâre serious when it comes to sports,â he explained, a touch of humor in his tone as if to explain the playful intensity each member brought to the game.
With a deadpan expression, Hoshi called out, âManners makes man, man,â in a low, practiced accent, earning a few chuckles.
The game restarted, and the ball found its way back to Jeonghanâs hands. This time, his gaze was sharp, brows drawn as he scanned the court with a calculating look. He dribbled again, his movements crisp and precise, weaving the ball through his legs with ease as he danced past his defenders. A quick dodge here, a sidestep thereâ Jeonghan moved as if he were gliding, each step purposeful and smooth, skillfully slipping past Mingyuâs and S.Coupsâ attempts to intercept him.
He glanced at his teammates, his eyes flicking briefly to the left where Seungkwan was open. But then his gaze landed on Vernon, stationed far across the court, his stance ready. Jeonghanâs lips curled into a chuckle. âThat far?â he murmured, his voice barely audible but laced with quiet confidence.
Lunaâs voice called out from the sidelines, urging him on. âSeungkwanie is free, Han,â she said, her tone encouraging, her pom-poms raised as she bounced slightly on her toes.
âGet in there,â Hoshiâs voice joined from next to her.
And then, as Seungkwan moved forward, Hoshi shouted out an additional bit of advice, his voice rising in excitement. âSeungkwan, the left hand only assists the right!â he said, emphasizing the importance of the lay-up technique.
Seungkwan took the shot, attempting a layup, but the ball missed, bouncing off the rim. For a moment, the area was filled with the sounds of scuffling and the members hustling as they fought for control. The ball bobbled in the air before landing right in Mingyuâs hands.
âThatâs right,â Hoshi commented, narrating from the sidelines, âOne more time.â
Mingyuâs fingers closed around the ball, his eyes narrowing as he looked for a teammate to pass to. But before he could make a move, S.Coups called out, âMingyu!â in an attempt to gain his attention.
Suddenly, in the scramble, the ball slipped from Mingyuâs grasp, bouncing away and leaving them both crouched low, struggling to reclaim it. Joshua dove forward, managing to get his hand on it just before anyone else, but with a misjudged throw, he sent it rolling away from them, right at Mingyuâs feet.
The ball bounced, rolling slowly across the court, leaving both teams frozen for a brief, absurd moment before they burst into laughter.
âWhat is happening?â Luna clapped her hands, laughing as she watched the chaotic scene unfold, her eyes sparkling with delight.
âThis is no basketball,â S.Coups muttered from the bleachers, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and frustration.
Wonwoo nodded, his tone completely deadpan. âItâs pretty messy.â
[A combination of dodge ball, foot volleyball and basketball]
From somewhere in the group, Wooziâs voice cut through, his tone a mix of dry wit and resignation. âWeâre not going home today, are we?â
âNo,â S.Coups confirmed, shaking his head with an air of resignation.
âWe can never go home like this,â Minghao announced, his tone dripping with humor and a sense of defeat as everyone broke into laughter once again.
[0:0 for 15 minutes]
Joshua grabbed the ball with a renewed determination, his stance firm as he scanned the court for an opening. With a decisive movement, he pivoted slightly and launched the ball across the court to Dokyeom, who was stationed near the basket. Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, his grip sure as he assessed his options. Without hesitation, he passed it to Mingyu, who was better positioned in the paint. The ball zipped between them, Mingyu catching it securely. However, instead of taking the shot, Mingyu passed it back to Joshua.
[Team White keeps passing]
Joshua planted his feet, bent his knees, and shot. The ball soared through the air, spinning perfectly before it swished through the net. The white team erupted in cheers.
âHong Jisoo!â Lunaâs voice rang out, her excitement palpable as she clapped from the sidelines.
âNice!â Dokyeom yelled in English, his enthusiasm getting the better of him. The realization hit him instantly, his face falling into mock regret as he turned to Joshua. He moved toward him, wrapping him in an apologetic hug as Mingyuâs head snapped toward him, eyes wide with betrayal.
[They won a point, but it's gone]
It might have gone unnoticed by the production team, but Jeonghan wasnât about to let it slide. He pointed at Dokyeom, his grin mischievous as he announced loudly, ââNiceâ as soon as he scored.â
The members burst into laughter, Mingyu collapsing to his knees, unable to contain his amusement.
âWhy?â S.Coups asked, his brows knitting in confusion.
âWho was it?â PD Na inquired, leaning forward in curiosity.
âYes, itâs zero,â Mingyu admitted through chuckles, âDK said ânice.ââ
âWhy did you blame me?â Dokyeom protested, feigning innocence as he broke into their signature chorus. âVery nice,â he sang, his voice exaggerated, drawing even more laughter from the group.
[Anyway, it's back to 0:0]
The game resumed, and Joshua once again gained possession of the ball. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he threw a no-look pass to Dokyeom. Dokyeom caught it with ease, deftly dodging Jeonghan, who lunged to block him. In a fluid motion, Dokyeom passed it back to Joshua, who scanned the court before spotting Mingyu on the move. Joshuaâs pass reached Mingyu in stride, who surged forward for a layup attempt.
The ball hit the backboard and bounced off the rim, sending the players into a frenzy as they jumped to grab the rebound.
[He missed, but it was a good move]
Amidst the chaos, Jeonghan snatched the ball, pulling it close as he pivoted away from his defenders. With quick, deliberate movements, he began dribbling, weaving through the opposing team with a finesse that had become second nature.
âJeonghan, leave the box,â Hoshi called out, his tone half-serious, half-exasperated.
âTheyâre serious about basketball,â PD Na observed, his voice tinged with both surprise and amusement.
Jeonghan ignored the commentary, his focus unwavering as he passed the ball to Seungkwan, who had managed to maneuver into an open position.
âSeungkwan! Kwan, where are you going?â Wooziâs voice carried across the court, his tone laced with both confusion and amusement.
âThe thing about him is that heâs good at dodging,â Hoshi chimed in, his voice tinged with admiration as Seungkwan deftly avoided two defenders.
Seungkwan glanced at Jeonghan, who had moved closer to the basket, and passed the ball back to him.
[He dodges and passes to Jeonghan]
Jeonghan caught it, dribbling with precision as he navigated the defensive line.
âJeonghan, shoot!â Hoshi yelled, his voice rising in urgency. Jeonghan aimed, but the ball bounced off the rim.
As it ricocheted, Seungkwan leaped mid-air, catching it before anyone else could react. With an effortless motion, he shot it back toward the hoop. This time, the ball sailed cleanly through the net.
[Seungkwan shoots again]
The members erupted in cheers, their voices mingling through the place.
âThat was amazing, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna shouted, her face lit up with excitement.
âHeâs a weasel,â Dokyeom remarked, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
âHe scored!â Hoshi exclaimed, jumping to his feet, his energy infectious. The red team was now on the board with two points.
âItâs only the beginning,â Jeonghan said carefully, his tone calm yet laced with confidence.
âItâs very nice,â Hoshi added, nodding approvingly.
âNice score,â Woozi agreed, his voice steady as he gave two thumbs up.
âRetrieve the ball and repeat,â Wonwoo instructed, his tone practical as always.
Jeonghan, his gaze sharp, turned to Vernon. âHansol, why donât you switch?â
Vernon nodded in agreement, standing up to tag out with Wonwoo, who removed his jacket before stepping onto the court.
[Vernon of Team Red is out, and Wonwoo is in]
âOkay, change,â Minghao confirmed, signaling the adjustment as the players repositioned themselves for the next play.
[The man in glasses is in]
[The game resumes]
Luna clapped her hands together, a teasing glint in her eyes as she raised her voice over the noise of the court. âKeep it up, guys, so we can go home!â she called, her words playful but charged with enough encouragement to draw the playersâ attention.
PD Na chuckled at her from the sidelines, adjusting on his seat as he shook his head in amusement. âYouâre excited to go home,â he remarked, his tone lighthearted.
Without even a hint of denial, Luna nodded firmly. âI didnât have that much confidence at first,â she said, her mock-serious expression drawing laughs from the members in the bleachers, âbut I can feel that theyâve gotten the momentum.â
[She wants to go home the most]
Her dramatic delivery had PD Na and the writers doubling over in amusement, while the SEVENTEEN members exchanged grins.
âYou can do it, guys!â Luna cheered, cupping her hands around her mouth for emphasis. âWhoever scores the most⊠will officially be my favorite, and I will love you forever!â
The players on the field burst into laughter, her cheeky incentive setting a competitive fire alight.
With that said, the ball was in Jeonghanâs hands. His fingers curled around the leather as he dribbled it with precision, the sound of his shoes shuffling filled their ears. His stance was focused, his gaze locked on the basket ahead. He accelerated, his movements fluid and determined, weaving between defenders as Joshua stepped forward to block him.
Jeonghan didnât falter. Dribbling outside the three-point line, he shifted his weight, guiding the ball smoothly between his legs. Each bounce was calculated, his body moving in sync with the ball as his hair swayed with his movements.
âJeonghan, nice move,â Woozi observed, his voice filled with quiet admiration.
âNice move,â Hoshi echoed, leaning forward in his seat. âHis hands never let go of the ball.â
Jeonghan paused, his sharp eyes scanning the court as he calculated his next move. His opponents crowded the area near the basket, leaving little room for an easy shot. Without warning, he lifted the ball in his hand slightly and threw the ball underhand from beyond the three-point line.
[He threw it lightly]
The ball arced gracefully through the air, spinning perfectly before it swished cleanly through the net.
For a moment, there was silenceâ then chaos erupted.
[He scores a 3-pointer]
Jeonghanâs teammates on the bleachers jumped to their feet in unison, their cheers reverberating around the court. Even the opposing team stood in stunned disbelief, their mouths slightly agape.
[Standing up]
âWhat?â PD Na exclaimed, standing up from his seat as he stared at the basket in shock.
âThatâs three,â Vernon said simply, his tone as disbelieving as the othersâ.
Jeonghan remained composed, his expression cool as he dapped up Seungkwan, who was still wide-eyed with surprise.
[Mitsui Hisashi and surprised Miyagi Ryota]
Turning casually, Jeonghanâs gaze landed on Luna. She was standing frozen, her eyes widened in amazementâ she was so amazed that she forgot to do her assigned job and cheer. Though she fought valiantly to suppress it, the corners of her lips quirked upward, threatening to break into a full smile.
Their eyes met, and Jeonghanâs smirk deepened. He raised three fingers, holding them up deliberately. Then, one by one, he dropped each finger, mouthing, âI. Love. You.â
Lunaâs face turned a deep shade of red as the realization hit herâ Jeonghan had taken her earlier incentive seriously. So seriously, in fact, that heâd shot a perfect three-pointer.
Dokyeom, ever the mischief-maker, walked towards her, his grin wicked. âWell, what else is new?â he muttered, throwing her a teasing wink. He gestured toward Jeonghan, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he added, âHeâs your favorite now, right? As if he wasnât already.â
âShut up.â Luna let out an embarrassed laugh, her hand flying to her face as she tried to compose herself.
âThat was a wonderful shot,â Minghao chimed in, his voice calm but clearly impressed.
âThat was amazing,â Wonwoo added, nodding in approval.
âItâs 0:5,â Minghao noted, his tone matter-of-fact as he glanced at the scoreboard. âYou scored three minutes⊠what was it? You scored a three-pointer.â
Jeonghan, as always, played it off coolly, his smirk lingering as he casually walked back to his side of the court, the game continuing with a renewed energy and excitement.
Jeonghan caught the ball again, his movements were fluid and graceful as he surveyed the court. The game felt electrified, each pass, dribble, and shot loaded with a heightened sense of competition. Without wasting a second, he passed the ball to Wonwoo, the spin and speed of the ball precise as it reached his teammateâs hands.
Wonwoo steadied himself, gripping the ball tightly as he pivoted to position for a shot.
[The man in glasses throws for the first time]
Wonwoo aimed for the basket, his release was clean, the ball sailing through the air, but it hit the rim and bounced out.
âThat was close,â Woozi commented, his tone measured but encouraging.
âStill, good job,â Hoshi added, patting Wonwoo on the back as the latter retrieved the ball.
âNice try?â Wonwoo asked, his expression half-serious, half-hopeful as he glanced at his teammates for reassurance.
Luna finally snapped out of the trance she had been in since Jeonghanâs earlier performance. âIt was so good,â she said with a sincere smile, her voice loud enough to reach Wonwoo.
âBetter than me,â Hoshi chimed in with a laugh, earning a round of lighthearted chuckles.
As the game continued, the ball found its way into Joshuaâs hands. He maneuvered it skillfully, dribbling down the court with an easy confidence. A swift pass sent it to Dokyeom, who caught it mid-stride.
âWonwoo, defend!â Seungkwanâs voice cut through the action, sharp and commanding.
Wonwoo sprang into action, his long strides carrying him toward Dokyeom, who was readying for a pass. Seeing Wonwoo closing in, Dokyeom redirected the ball to Mingyu.
Mingyu bolted forward, his towering frame giving him an advantage as he aimed to secure the pass. But before he could reach it, Wonwoo threw himself into the fray, stretching his arms wide and blocking Mingyu from intercepting the ball.
[He's clearly better than Hoshi]
âGood job, Woo!â Luna cheered, her pom-poms shaking enthusiastically.
âYou have long arms,â Hoshi observed, dramatically extending his own arms to emphasize his point.
âTeam Red is playing for real,â S.Coups remarked, his tone filled with a mix of amusement and admiration as he watched the intensity ramp up on the court.
Dokyeom, undeterred, recovered the ball and sent it flying back to Mingyu. This time, Mingyu caught it cleanly, pivoted, and charged toward the hoop. With a powerful leap, he shot the ball, and it sailed smoothly into the net.
[Throwing using his height]
[Team White is playing for real too]
âNice!â Dino cheered from the sidelines, pumping his fists into the air.
âWah! Kim Mingyu!â Luna exclaimed, her pom-poms shaking furiously as she joined the cheers.
The scoreboard updated to 2:5.
The game resumed, with Seungkwan now in possession of the ball. He dribbled with precision, each bounces purposeful as he dodged opposing players attempting to block him. His quick footwork allowed him to slip past their defenses, and with a well-timed pass, he sent the ball to Jeonghan, who was positioned strategically near the hoop.
Mingyu, seeing the opportunity, moved swiftly to block Jeonghan. But Jeonghan, ever the strategist, anticipated the move. With a sharp pivot and a burst of speed, he dodged Mingyu, his movements fluid and controlled.
Jeonghan shifted the ball between his hands, the rapid motion disorienting his defender. With a graceful leap, he executed a layup, the ball arcing beautifully before swishing through the net. His hair swayed with the motion, catching the light as he landed effortlessly.
[Receives the ball from Seungkwan and scores]
âJeonghan scored!â Woozi announced, his voice filled with awe.
âGood job,â Hoshi added, clapping enthusiastically.
[Jeonghan and Seungkwan are leading the team]
Luna, ready to do her job to jump in and cheer, froze when Jeonghan turned toward her. His back was to the cameras, shielding his next move from the public eye.
He raised seven fingers this time since their current score is 2:7, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. One by one, he lowered each finger, mouthing, âI. Love. You. So. Much. It. Hurts.â
Lunaâs face turned crimson, her heartbeat quickening as she processed his words. A smile broke across her face, so wide she was momentarily shocked it didnât split her cheeks.
âYoon Jeonghan⊠reallyâŠâ she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible as she stuttered.
Unable to contain her giddiness, she turned away, walking briskly toward the bleachers. Reaching Hoshi, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, hiding her flushed face against his shoulder.
âWhy?â Hoshi asked, laughing softly as he patted her back, his other arm wrapping around her in a comforting gesture.
Luna didnât respond immediately, her smile growing impossibly larger as a zoo of emotions surged through her chest. She covered the small mic pinned to her top and reached for Hoshiâs mic, ensuring no one could hear her next words.
Leaning in close, she whispered, âYoon Jeonghan is driving me fucking insane. What do I do?â
Hoshi chuckled, his hand lightly patting her shoulder.
âAre you okay?â Wooziâs calm voice came from the seat next to Hoshi, his brows furrowed in mild concern.
Luna shook her head, letting out a soft laugh. âNo⊠I think Iâm going insane,â she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of exasperation and delight.
The three of them shared a quiet moment before turning their attention back to the game, where the action continued to unfold with no less intensity.
The ball was with Joshua, his movements sharp and calculated as he dribbled down the court. He sidestepped a defender, feinting a pass to Mingyu before taking a decisive leap. His form was textbook perfect as he released the ball in a clean arc. It soared through the air, kissed the rim, and fell neatly into the net, earning two points for his team.
[Followed by Joshua's score]
âCool,â S.Coups said, his tone calm but laced with genuine admiration.
âThat was cool,â Jun echoed as he stood up from his seat, clapping enthusiastically. âJisoo, that was cool,â he repeated, emphasizing his words.
âHong Jisoo good job!â Luna cheered from her place in the bleachers, her voice bright and encouraging.
S.Coups glanced at Dokyeom. âDK, do you want to switch?â he asked, his voice casual but expectant.
Dokyeom nodded in agreement, stepping onto the sidelines while S.Coups moved to the court.
[DK out, S.Coups in]
âAll the ace players are playing,â Minghao observed from his seat, his tone thoughtful as he watched the dynamic on the court shift.
[Aces are playing in both teams]
âAll the members are playing,â Hoshi added, his voice carrying a hint of pride as he surveyed the scene.
Luna, seated next to Hoshi, turned to him, her lips twitching as she suppressed a laugh.
Hoshi frowned in confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to understand the source of her amusement.
A beat later, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened as he murmured, âWow,â before covering his mouth in embarrassment.
âDid Iââ He cut himself off, dropping to his knees dramatically, clearly mortified.
[Apologizing]
âItâs okay,â Luna said quickly, patting his back in a comforting gesture. âItâs okay.â
Seeing Hoshiâs guilty expression, Wonwoo and Seungkwan joined in reassuring him. âItâs okay.â
âLetâs be careful from now on,â Mingyu reminded his team, his tone firm but lighthearted as he glanced over at the court.
Minghao, who had been monitoring the scoreboard, made an announcement. âItâs changed to zero from seven,â he said, pointing to the scoreboard with an amused expression.
âItâs okay,â Luna said again, this time chuckling as she leaned over to hug Hoshi, who still looked remorseful.
Nearby, PD Na turned to the writer seated next to him. âWe could reduce it to eleven points,â he suggested, his tone contemplative as they considered a change in the gameâs goal.
Back on the court, the game resumed with Joshua once again taking possession of the ball. His movements were precise as he dribbled, scanning for an opening. Spotting one, he moved toward the hoop, only to be blocked mid-shot. Undeterred, he reclaimed the ball, pivoting swiftly and regaining his rhythm.
âKeep calm,â Dino said from the sidelines, his voice steady and encouraging. âOkay,â he added, almost automatically, before freezing as the realization hit him.
[In vain]
Dokyeom, seated next to him, clamped his mouth shut, side-eyeing Dino as if to say, Did you really just say that?
[He needs time alone]
PD Na, who had been standing right behind Dino, didnât miss a beat. âDino said ïżœïżœokay,ââ he announced, his tone teasing as he pointed out the slip.
Dokyeom burst into laughter, his head tilting back as he tried and failed to contain himself. The rest of the members followed suit, their laughter echoing through the field as Dino sat frozen in place, his expression a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.
Luna, now seated back in the bleachers, sighed dramatically. âI retract my previous statement⊠I donât think they have found the momentum at all,â she deadpanned, her tone so dry it made the members laugh even harder despite themselves.
âWho?â Mingyu asked, looking at her in confusion.
âDino,â Luna replied with a chuckle, pointing toward the younger member, who still hadnât moved.
âThis is never going to end. What are we going to do?â Dokyeom asked, his voice slightly high-pitched as he gestured toward the scoreboard.
PD Na stood up, making his way toward Minghao, who had been monitoring the score. âReferee, Iâm sorry, but weâll reduce it to fifteen points. Twenty-one points are too much,â he said decisively.
âLetâs go for fifteen points,â PD Na added, nodding at Minghao.
[They're more fluent in foreign languages than expected]
âWe havenât even reached two digits,â Luna pointed out, her tone light but teasing as she leaned back in her seat. Her comment earned another round of laughter from the members.
[Not even close]
âWe canât even reach ten points,â Vernon said, agreeing with her as he shook his head.
âThen letâs go with eleven,â PD Na concluded.
[Score 11 points first to win]
[The current score 0:0]
âLetâs score eleven points,â Woozi said, his voice calm but resolute as the new goal was set.
The members nodded in agreement, refocusing their energy as the game continued.
[The game resumes]
Seungkwan gripped the ball with determination, his fingers finding the familiar grooves of its surface as he bounced it against the court. Each dribble was controlled, a steady rhythm as he scanned the opposing teamâs defense. His eyes darted, analyzing potential openings, before he darted left, faking out the nearest defender with a quick crossover. The ball moved seamlessly from one hand to the other, and Seungkwan surged forward.
As he neared the basket, his pace quickened, his movements fluid and deliberate. With a slight hop, he launched himself into the air for a layup. The ball left his hand in a smooth arc, aiming for the backboardâbut before it could reach its mark, S.Coupsâ hand shot up like a spring. The older memberâs timing was impeccable; his palm met the ball mid-air with a satisfying smack, redirecting its trajectory. In one swift motion, S.Coups caught the ball, cradling it close to his chest as he landed.
[Nice defense by S.Coups]
âThat was good defense,â Dokyeom called out from the bleachers, his voice cheerful as he munched on a bag of snacks.
S.Coups nodded, his lips curving into a brief smile before he pivoted on one foot, protecting the ball as he began dribbling. His movements were measured yet aggressive. Wonwoo moved in quickly, his arms outstretched as he shadowed S.Coups, his fingers flexing in anticipation.
With a sudden lunge, Wonwoo swiped at the ball, his hand grazing its surface just enough to send it rolling away. S.Coups scrambled to regain control, his sneakers skidding slightly as he chased after it. But the ball rolled just beyond his reach, crossing the boundary line and forcing a turnover.
[Out]
âSeungcheol, that was a shame,â Jun called out from his seat, his tone both teasing and encouraging.
âPraise for your tenacity,â Dino added solemnly, his comment earning a chuckle from the sidelines.
The ball was now in Jeonghanâs hands. The court seemed to hum with anticipation as the members shifted positions, their focus zeroing in on the new play.
âHere comes Jisoo and Jeonghan,â Woozi narrated from the sidelines, his voice calm but laced with intrigue.
Joshua stood between Jeonghan and the basket, his posture firm as he prepared to block his teammateâs advance. Jeonghan feinted left, his body dipping slightly as if to sprint past Joshuaâs right side. The sudden movement caused Joshua to shift his weight, but Jeonghan pivoted at the last second, slipping past on the opposite side with a burst of speed.
âHe breaks through,â Woozi observed, his tone rising with excitement.
Jeonghanâs steps were quick and calculated as he weaved through the remaining defenders, his dribbling precise and unrelenting. Nearing the basket, he leaped gracefully, releasing the ball with a flick of his wrist. It arced beautifully through the air before sinking cleanly into the net.
[Jeonghan scores]
The red team erupted into cheers, their voices overlapping in excitement. The scoreboard was changed with the updated tally of 0:2.
On the sidelines, Luna leaned over toward the white teamâs bench, her curiosity piqued by the sound of crunching. âKyeomie, can I have some of that please?â she asked, eyeing the snack in his hands.
[Focused on something else entirely]
Dokyeom wordlessly passed her the bag, his focus still on the court. Luna took a handful, but her attention snapped back to the game as the cheers reached a crescendo. She turned just in time to see Jeonghanâs shot go in, her mouth still full.
âWah! Yoon Jeonghan MVP!â Luna cheered through a mouthful of biscuit, raising her snack triumphantly instead of her pom-poms. Her impromptu gesture sent the members into fits of laughter.
[She still cheers]
The game resumed the ball once again in Jeonghanâs hands. He maneuvered down the court with ease, his dribbling smooth and practiced. But as he approached the basket, the white team closed in, their arms raised in a wall of defense. Realizing his path was blocked, Jeonghan made a split-second decision, tossing the ball blindly over his shoulder.
âThere are so many people,â Hoshi commented from the sidelines, his voice tinged with disbelief.
The ball arced toward Mingyu, who caught it effortlessly. Scanning the court, Mingyu spotted Joshua and aimed a sharp pass in his direction. But before the ball could reach its target, Jeonghan intercepted it mid-flight, slapping it away. The ball skidded across the floor, rolling dangerously close to the boundary line.
Joshua didnât hesitate. He dove forward, his body hitting the ground as he scooped the ball back into play.
[Joshua saves it]
âJoshua, that was a nice touch,â Hoshi said instinctively, his words earning an immediate reaction.
Luna turned sharply, smacking Hoshi on the arm. âYa, youâŠâ she muttered, her voice dripping with exasperation.
Realizing his mistake, Hoshi clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with regret.
âHoshi said âJoshua,ââ PD Na announced, his tone teasing but firm.
âSorry. Iâm really sorry. Iâll keep my mouth shut from now on,â Hoshi said hurriedly, his voice muffled behind his hand. Turning to his teammates, he added, âIâm sorry. I wonât say anything from now on.â
[He becomes a hamster from guilt]
âHoshi is the villain in that team,â Dokyeom said, pointing an accusatory finger at Hoshi.
âMafia. Heâs the other mafia,â Luna deadpanned, her focus back on her snack as if completely over the chaos.
âItâs okay,â Wonwoo reassured from his position on the court, though his words were ironic given the beads of sweat on his brow.
[Panting]
âI think this might go on until tomorrow,â Minghao remarked from his referee seat, his expression neutral as he leaned back.
His comment elicited laughter from PD Na, who was sitting next to him.
[He finds it funny]
âIâm very happy to watch you. You make me happy,â Minghao added, his voice so dry it bordered on comedic.
The game, chaotic yet entertaining, showed no signs of slowing down.
[Both teams switch after the score resets]
The game momentarily paused as there was switches in players.
Team White rotated Dino, Dokyeom, and S.Coups into the game, while Mingyu, Jun, and Joshua made their way to the bench. Similarly, Team Red had Seungkwan, Vernon, and Woozi, giving Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Jeonghan a chance to rest.
[Mingyu, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo out]
[Dino, DK, Woozi, Vernon in]
Jeonghan, as casual as ever, strolled over to the bench. With his characteristic cool demeanor, he sat himself between Hoshi and Luna.
Seungkwan, now on the court, turned toward the bench and quipped with a grin, âJeonghan, you could cover Hoshiâs mouth.â
The words elicited a chorus of laughter, with Hoshi dramatically clasping his hands over his mouth as if preemptively preventing another slip.
[Covering it himself]
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at the comment, amusement flickering in his eyes. He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms behind the bench, his calm aura contrasting with the gameâs chaotic energy.
As the laughter subsided, Luna reached down without a word, her fingers curling around a water bottle. She straightened and handed it to Jeonghan, her gaze flicking to his briefly.
Jeonghan accepted the bottle without hesitation, a faint smile playing on his lips. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, the cool water easing his exertion from the earlier plays.
âI feel so bad,â Hoshi murmured from Jeonghanâs other side, his voice tinged with genuine remorse.
Jeonghan shook his head lightly, his expression soft yet reassuring. âItâs okay,â he said, his tone gentle as if absolving Hoshi of his guilt.
Turning his attention to PD Na, Jeonghan asked with subtle curiosity, âWhatâs the prize?â
Luna, now watching him with a playful smirk, interjected, âItâs the only thing keeping him going right now.â
[Motivated]
The bench chuckled at her comment. Jeonghan, unbothered, leaned forward slightly as Luna wrapped her arms around his, resting her head on his shoulder. He let her settle there, his demeanor entirely nonchalant as if her affection was the most natural thing in the world.
PD Na grinned mischievously. âOh, I havenât told you. Thereâs a huge prize. Youâd want to win.â
Luna, still nestled against Jeonghan, tilted her head slightly, her attention drifting to his hands resting on his lap. She noted their slight stiffness and how they seemed paler than usual in the chilly open field. Without a word, she reached down, enveloping both of his larger hands in hers. Her small hands tried their best to cover his, her palms pressing against the cold surface of his skin.
Jeonghan glanced down at her, his gaze softening as he watched her efforts. She yawned then, her head tilting against his shoulder.
âYou tired?â he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur.
âMmm⊠sleepy,â Luna replied, yawning again as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily.
âAigo,â Jeonghan whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned his head down against hers. The moment was brief but tender, a silent acknowledgment of their shared closeness.
The tranquility of their moment was shattered by a sudden outburst from Mingyu, who was sitting further down the bench.
âS.h.o.t. Shoot!â Mingyu shouted toward the players on the court, his enthusiasm causing heads to turn.
From beside him, Joshua leaned towards him and corrected, âS.h.o.o.t.â
âReally?â Mingyu asked, visibly surprised, his eyes wide as he processed the correction.
Luna, unable to contain her amusement, pointed at Mingyu with a laugh. âCute,â she said, her voice tinged with playful affection.
Mingyuâs confused but endearing expression earned a round of chuckles from the bench, lightening the mood before the game resumed.
The ball was with Woozi, who dribbled it carefully, his small but quick hands controlling the orange sphere as he scanned for an opening. He faked a pass to Vernon on his right but instead launched the ball towards Seungkwan with precision. Seungkwan caught it effortlessly, quickly pivoting as S.Coups stepped in to block.
âNow itâs getting real,â PD Na commented, his tone tinged with anticipation.
âIâm going to play seriously,â Seungkwan declared, a determined glint in his eyes as he began dribbling with renewed vigor.
From the sidelines, Wonwoo observed the intensity building. âSeungkwan looks tired,â he remarked, his sharp eye noticing the slight lag in Seungkwanâs footwork as he backed up on S.Coups.
âSeungkwan needs to keep playing,â Hoshi said, leaning forward with interest, his excitement palpable.
Seungkwan, undeterred by S.Coupsâ towering frame, dribbled to the right, then swiftly crossed over to his left, the ball nearly invisible as it passed between his legs. S.Coups stepped forward to block, but Seungkwan spun around, slipping past him with remarkable agility.
With a clear lane to the hoop, Seungkwan charged forward. S.Coups lunged to recover, but Seungkwan executed a clean layup, the ball kissing the backboard before sinking into the net.
[He scores again]
Cheers erupted from Team Red, the sound claps mingling together. Even Team White couldnât help but clap at the impressive play.
âThat was so cool, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna said enthusiastically, her voice carrying from the bench as she stayed nestled beside Jeonghan.
âI approve,â Jun added, his applause sincere.
âYou deserve an applause,â Minghao chimed in, nodding appreciatively.
âIâll keep my mouth shut,â Hoshi muttered, not wanting to mess up again.
âGood. Good job, team,â Jeonghan said nonchalantly, leaning back as if Seungkwanâs effort was exactly what he expected.
The ball was now in Vernonâs hands. He moved cautiously, dribbling down the court while keeping his eyes on his teammates. Spotting an opportunity, he attempted a jump shot from mid-range, but Dokyeom and Dino closed in swiftly, their combined height blocking the ball.
The rebound fell back into Vernonâs hands. Wasting no time, he passed it to Woozi, who looked ready to shoot.
âGo for it. Shoot,â Luna encouraged, her voice light but supportive.
Woozi hesitated for a moment before returning the ball to Vernon.
âShoot,â Jeonghan added lazily.
Vernon looked determined but chose to pass back to Woozi, who finally took the shot. The ball arced beautifully through the air, but it bounced off the rim, missing by inches.
âI thought he scored,â Joshua said, her voice tinged with shock as everyoneâs eyes followed the rebound.
Seungkwan grabbed the loose ball, dribbling quickly as he maneuvered around defenders. He tossed it up toward the hoop, aiming for another layup, but S.Coups intercepted mid-air with a perfectly timed block.
Stealing the ball, S.Coups sprinted out of the three-point line, dribbling with precision as he planned his next move.
âJust shoot,â Mingyu called from the sidelines, his voice impatient yet supportive.
S.Coups feinted a shot, drawing two defenders toward him, then passed the ball to Dokyeom, who quickly tossed it back after seeing the Red team crowd around him.
âThree-pointer. Go. Three-pointer,â Mingyu urged, standing now as he clapped.
With a confident flick of his wrist, S.Coups launched the ball from beyond the arc. The members fell silent as the ball soared, swishing cleanly through the net.
[3-pointer by S.Coups]
The members erupted in cheers, Team White celebrating their first three-pointer. The score now stood at 3-2.
âNice,â Mingyu said, the word slipping out in English as he clapped and stood up, caught in the excitement.
Luna, still leaning against Jeonghan, tilted her head, her sharp ears catching the English slip. She chuckled but didnât comment, her focus shifting back to the game.
âHe just said it,â Wonwoo said suddenly, his calm voice cutting through the cheers as he pointed at Mingyu.
âWho said what? We said nothing,â Mingyu replied, visibly confused as he looked around.
âAfter I said it, he scored a goal,â Mingyu explained, his tone earnest as if he didnât realize his mistake.
ââGoalâ?â PD Na repeated, turning toward Mingyu with a raised brow.
[Dang it]
Luna doubled over, laughter spilling from her as she threw herself onto Jeonghanâs lap. Tears streamed from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
âHe scored a âgoalâ?â PD Na repeated, his confusion evident.
ââGong,ââ Joshua interjected, attempting to cover for Mingyu.
âI said âgong.ââ Mingyu played along.
âIn what context will you need to use the word âgongâ in that sentence?â Jeonghan asked, his deadpan delivery earning another burst of laughter from Luna, who clung to his arm as her shoulders shook.
âI said âgong,ââ Mingyu insisted weakly, his face flushing as he tried to salvage the situation.
âWhat does it matter? You said âniceâ seconds before that anyway,â Luna chuckled, pointing at Mingyu as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
[Sheâs crying]
âSheâs right. You did,â Wonwoo added, nodding toward Luna in agreement considering only the two of them noticed Mingyuâs earlier slip-up.
âGosh,â Mingyu sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumping as the laughter continued.
âGyu-gyu is so funny,â Luna said as she stood up, her voice still shaky from laughing. âHe was quick with it, too. Cheollie didnât even get to celebrate and feel himself for his three-pointer.â
Her comment sent them into another wave of laughter, including S.Coups, who walked over and hugged her around the waist in mock exasperation.
âHow long is this gonna take?â Luna sniffled dramatically, her tone playful as she turned toward Jeonghan. Gently, she pushed him toward the court. âGo over there and play, hurry,â she said, her mock urgency making everyone laugh again.
Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head as he stood before making his way to switch with Woozi.
âAlways watch what you say,â Minghao advised the group, his voice laced with humor.
âWhat do I do? Should I try to be funny for the show orâŠâ Mingyu asked PD Na, his tone both genuine and exasperated.
[Fundamental question]
âBe careful, yet still be funny,â Jun replied, his voice full of mock wisdom.
âThatâs right. Thatâs the answer,â PD Na added, laughing.
âYou learned Korean when you were young, didnât you? You didnât learn English,â Jun scolded teasingly.
âRight. Thatâs true,â Mingyu agreed, his tone resigned.
âOr we can all shut up altogether,â Luna deadpanned as she sat back down, earning another round of laughter as PD Na pointed at her.
âOur cheerleaderâŠâ PD Na trailed off, shaking his head with a grin.
Luna pretended to suddenly remember her role, shaking her pom-poms. âLetâs go, guys! I believe in you guys, really!â she cheered, her exaggerated enthusiasm drawing more laughter as the game resumed.
[Jeonghan of Team Red goes back in]
âThe game resumes,â Minghao said, his calm voice cutting through the ambient noise.
Seungkwan took control of the ball, dribbling it purposefully as he moved forward. His left hand guided the ball with precision while his eyes scanned the court, reading the defensive setup. His movements were steady, keeping the ball close to his body to avoid turnovers.
âKeep calm,â Seungkwan murmured, his tone both encouraging and firm as he directed Vernon with a sharp nod.
Vernon darted into an open spot near the right wing, ready to receive the ball. Seungkwan quickly transferred the ball with a crisp chest pass, the orange leather spinning slightly as it traveled straight into Vernonâs waiting hands.
Without hesitation, Vernon pivoted on his right foot to face the basket. He briefly considered a shot but noticed Jeonghan cutting to the top of the key. Vernon flicked the ball to Jeonghan with a clean bounce pass.
Jeonghan caught it effortlessly, his body fluid as he adjusted his stance. With a quick dribble, he squared up and took the shot. The ball arced high, spinning in perfect backspin as it descended toward the rim.
âItâs a perfect team,â Woozi commented, his voice low but filled with pride.
âMy team is great,â Hoshi said quickly, his excitement bubbling over.
âMy team is amazing,â Woozi added with a small smirk, eliciting a chuckle from those nearby.
The ball hit the rim and spun around in a near-perfect circle, causing everyone to hold their breaths collectively. It teetered on the edge before bouncing out, narrowly missing the basket.
Seungkwan wasted no time. He dashed to recover the ball, his speed and agility unmatched as he secured the rebound near the baseline. With the White team scrambling to reorganize, he sprinted back into the paint, weaving between defenders.
He leaped for a layup, but the ball slipped out of his hand mid-air, sailing out of bounds. Gasps filled the area, but Seungkwan remained composed, quickly turning to chase after it.
Recovering the ball just before it crossed the sideline, he pivoted sharply, planting his left foot while his right swung around. With a powerful jump, he launched the ball toward the hoop once again. This time, it swished cleanly through the net.
[Seungkwan scores]
âSeungkwanâs really good,â PD Na commented as Team Red erupted into cheers, their voices echoing across the open field.
The scoreboard updated: 0:4.
âNice!â Luna exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm as she clapped.
âYay!â Wonwoo said softly, raising a hand in quiet celebration.
âThe game will end soon,â Woozi remarked, his tone matter-of-fact.
âIâll keep my mouth shut,â Hoshi muttered, a sheepish grin on his face.
âGo score, Mingyu!â Dokyeom called out, his voice filled with encouragement as he clapped his teammate on the back. The two quickly switched positions, with Dokyeom retreating to defend while Mingyu moved into an offensive role.
[Mingyu of Team White also goes in]
All eyes turned to S.Coups as he caught the inbound pass. His dribbling was steady but purposeful as he made his way across the half-court line, his eyes locked on the basket.
âSeungcheol⊠Cheol?â Hoshiâs voice wavered, trailing off as he gulped audibly.
âI get nervous every time I speak,â Hoshi admitted, earning a chuckle from the sideline.
[His heart is about to explode]
âItâs okay,â Luna reassured him, her voice light with amusement.
âI feel so bad for them,â Hoshi said, glancing at the White teamâs frustrated expressions.
âMingyu, break through. Youâre good at it,â Dokyeom encouraged, gesturing for Mingyu to move into position.
Meanwhile, Jeonghan intercepted a pass meant for S.Coups and quickly took possession of the ball. Dribbling in place for a moment, Jeonghan assessed his options, his expression cool and unreadable.
With a sudden burst of speed, he sidestepped Mingyuâs attempted block, his movements smooth and calculated. His shoulder dipped slightly as if to feint a pass, but he held on, cutting through the defense with ease.
Reaching the free-throw line, Jeonghan rose into the air, his form impeccable as he released the ball. The gym went silent as the ball soared toward the basket, spinning perfectly. It hit the backboard and dropped through the hoop with a satisfying swish.
[Jeonghan scores]
âThatâs it! Nice!â Luna cheered, leaping to her feet with her pom-poms in hand.
âA point!â Woozi announced, clapping briefly.
âGood job,â Hoshi said, nodding in approval.
âJeonghan, that was so cool,â Dokyeom added, his tone filled with admiration.
The scoreboard updated: 0:6.
âFive more points and Team Red wins,â Minghao noted, his tone even as he gestured toward the scoreboard.
Seungkwan was back in control of the ball, dribbling confidently as he weaved through Whiteâs defense. He faked a pass to Vernon before pulling up for a mid-range jumper. The ball arced beautifully, hitting nothing but the net.
[Team Red is on a roll]
âNice,â Woozi said with a small smile, his quiet approval carrying weight.
âGood! Weâre almost there!â Luna said, standing again to cheer, her pom-poms shaking enthusiastically.
[Almost home]
âVery nice,â Wonwoo said, raising his hand in a subtle gesture of celebration.
The scoreboard updated: 0:8.
âThree more to go,â Luna said confidently, her gaze shifting toward the court.
âTheyâre on a roll now,â Minghao observed, his tone calm but impressed.
Sensing the pressure, the White team huddled briefly, their expressions serious as they discussed their next play. Mingyu, ever the jokester, decided to shift the mood.
âCan you just be funny and say âniceâ?â he called out, his voice laced with mischief as he turned toward the Red team.
Seungkwan, who was standing near the half-court line, kept his lips tightly pressed together, refusing to take the bait.
âWeâre SEVENTEEN. Whatâs the name of your team?â Mingyu added, his playful smirk widening.
âWe need to cheer up, especially in times like this,â Woozi said, his voice steady as he reminded his teammates to stay focused.
Luna chuckled softly from the sidelines, shaking her head at Mingyuâs antics.
âLetâs make it funny,â Mingyu continued, his persistence unwavering.
âVery nice,â Jeonghan said, his tone calm and deliberate as he tried to steady his teamâs nerves.
âSay âvery niceâ for once,â Mingyu quipped, trying one last time to provoke a reaction.
âIs it our ball or your ball?â he asked, his tone feigning innocence.
Seungkwan didnât respond verbally, instead pointing to himself to indicate that it was Team Redâs ball.
[Our ball]
âTeam White better watch out. Even if you do, youâre at zero,â Minghao reminded, his delivery sharp and matter-of-fact.
Seungkwan held the basketball tightly in his hands, his eyes laser-focused as he surveyed the court. Dino was positioned in front of him, his arms spread wide, his feet shifting rapidly to match Seungkwanâs every move.
Seungkwan feinted to the left, his shoulders dipping subtly as if preparing to drive past Dino. Dino, quick on his feet, mirrored the movement, his body low and centered, ready to block any advancement. But Seungkwan had anticipated this. In an instant, he spun on his pivot foot, his body twisting fluidly as he changed direction, the ball moving seamlessly from his left hand to his right.
Dino lunged, attempting to close the gap, but Seungkwan was already a step ahead. Using his body to shield the ball, Seungkwan shifted his momentum forward, his dribble tight and controlled. As Dino reached out, trying to disrupt the play, Seungkwan expertly bounced the ball behind his back, switching hands and slipping past his defender.
Seungkwanâs gaze darted across the court, spotting Vernon positioned just outside the three-point line, his hands ready. Without breaking stride, Seungkwan executed a crisp chest pass, the ball zipping through the air in a perfect arc.
Vernon caught it effortlessly, his hands absorbing the ballâs momentum. He squared his shoulders to the hoop, his knees bending slightly as he prepared to shoot. And as Vernon released the ball, his shooting form was textbook perfect. The ball spun in a flawless backspin, soaring through the air before swishing cleanly through the net.
[Vernon of Team Red scores]
âChwe Hansol, good job!â Lunaâs voice rang out, her excitement evident as she clapped enthusiastically. âThe game is almost over!â
The scoreboard updated to: 0:10.
âItâs awesome,â Wonwoo said, his soft voice tinged with admiration.
âThe game will end soon,â Woozi observed, his tone calm yet anticipatory.
Hoshi, unable to contain his nervous energy, stood up from his seat, covering his mouth with both hands as he watched the action unfold.
âOne more point,â Luna said, her eyes darting toward Jeonghan, who was now facing Hoshi. Jeonghan, ever the composed strategist, raised a hand and made a subtle âcalm downâ motion, silently reminding Hoshi to stay focused and avoid any accidental slip-ups in English.
[One more and Team Red wins]
Luna approached Hoshi, her expression gentle but firm. She reached out, taking his hand in hers as if to ground him. âHold back,â her gesture seemed to say, her silent encouragement calming his nervous fidgeting.
Back on the court, Seungkwan had regained possession of the ball. He dribbled with purpose, his eyes scanning the court. His gaze landed on Jeonghan, who had positioned himself near the basket, his stance relaxed yet poised for action.
With a swift and calculated move, Seungkwan lobbed the ball toward Jeonghan. The pass was precise, arcing gracefully through the air. Jeonghan caught it smoothly, his hands moving instinctively to secure the ball.
Without hesitation, he turned on his heel, his movements fluid and deliberate. He jumped, his body extending fully as he released the ball with perfect form. They fell silent as the ball soared toward the hoop, spinning in a controlled backspin. It hit the backboard and dropped through the net with a satisfying swish.
âItâs over!â Luna cheered, her voice rising above the noise as the scoreboard updated: 0:12.
Team Red erupted into cheers, their voices a mix of excitement and relief. âItâs over!â Seungkwan exclaimed, his grin wide as he high-fived Vernon and Jeonghan.
The team huddled together, their arms wrapping around each other as they jumped up and down in celebration, their energy infectious.
Meanwhile, Team White sighed collectively, their shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. Despite their loss, they clapped good-naturedly, their smiles showing they had enjoyed the game.
Luna, unable to contain her excitement, jumped up and down on the bleachers, her pom-poms shaking wildly as she cheered.
âGood job, team!â Jeonghan said, his tone calm but proud.
âIt was amazing,â Hoshi added, his eyes wide as he demonstrated how he had covered his mouth in nervous anticipation. âI was like this the whole time because I felt so bad!â
âGood job. Itâs okay,â Seungkwan reassured him with a pat on the back.
âGood game. We did our best,â Joshua told Mingyu, his tone warm and encouraging.
âIs it over now? No more?â Dokyeom asked, looking around with mock disbelief.
âI guess so,â Mingyu said, his lips forming a pout as he crossed his arms.
[Please drive Mingyu to Jamwon Han River Park]
From her spot on the bleachers, Luna noticed Mingyuâs exaggerated expression. Her face lit up as she skipped toward him, her steps light and playful. âAigo, Gyu-gyu. You did a good job,â she said, her voice sweet as she threw herself into his arms.
Mingyu caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet with a grin. He spun her slightly before placing her back down gently.
âSeungkwan, your dribble,â Dokyeom said, turning to his teammate as the group began gathering near the bleachers.
âIt was crazy,â Seungkwan admitted, shaking his head with a small laugh.
[They haven't played basketball together for a long time]
âSeungkwanâs good,â Jeonghan said, his tone approving.
âHe is. You did great too,â Luna chimed in, her gaze shifting to Jeonghan as she smiled. Jeonghan responded by casually throwing an arm around her shoulders, his demeanor effortlessly cool.
âYouâre good at laying up,â Joshua told Seungkwan, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
âJeonghan and Seungkwan are good,â Minghao noted, his calm voice carrying a hint of pride.
[Satisfactory game]
âHunminjeongeum game is fun,â Jeonghan remarked as they all settled onto the bleachers, their laughter and chatter filling the field.
[Hunminjeongeum basketball is over]
âGood job.â He started, his tone measured and approving. The membersâ attention turned to him immediately, their expressions expectant. âCome forward, please.â
The instruction had them shifting in their seats, exchanging brief glances before standing up one by one. Minghao, ever the calm and observant one, softly encouraged the group as he rose. âPlease come to the front,â he said, gesturing toward the center of the field.
Jun, with his signature wry humor, added as he followed Minghaoâs lead, âNow we can speak English.â
The light remark drew a ripple of laughter from the group as they filed off the bleachers. âNice game,â Mingyu said, his voice warm and genuine as he clapped lightly.
âGood game. Good game,â Joshua added, nodding appreciatively toward his teammates and opponents alike.
As they assembled at the front, facing both the cameras and PD Na, their movements were fluid, their postures reflecting the energy and camaraderie still fresh from the game.
âWell done. For Hunminjeongeum basketball, Team Red won,â PD Na announced, his voice steady but tinged with amusement.
A cheer erupted from Team Redâ Seungkwan, Vernon, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Woozi âpunctuated by exuberant clapping. The rest of the members, joined in the applause, their smiles a mix of pride and acknowledgment.
âWell done, everyone,â Luna chimed in, her tone bright and encouraging as she clapped along, her pom-poms now resting at her sides.
âGood game, Team Red,â Dokyeom said, his voice carrying a blend of sportsmanship and lighthearted banter.
PD Na waited for the applause to settle before adding, âI said thereâs a huge prize.â
That single statement reignited the membersâ energy, their expressions shifting from satisfied to intrigued anticipation.
[Time to meet the huge prize]
âIs it a huge prize? Literally?â Mingyu asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful skepticism as he leaned forward, his hands resting on his hips.
âIt is a huge prize,â Wonwoo said, his usually understated demeanor breaking into a soft laugh as his gaze shifted toward the staff members moving at the courtâs edge.
âIt really is a huge prize,â Jun confirmed, his head tilting slightly as he squinted at the approaching figure.
âWhat is that? Itâs huge,â Luna said, her laughter bubbling up as she pointed toward the object being carried in by a staff member.
âWow,â Dino and Seungkwan echoed almost simultaneously, their tones filled with genuine amazement.
âThatâs a really huge prize,â Minghao remarked, his tone flat but his eyes betraying his amusement.
[Prize: Very huge trophy]
A collective gasp rippled through the group as the staff member finally came into full view, revealing an oversized trophy made up of multiple smaller trophies intricately stacked and bolted together. The gleaming monstrosity stood nearly as tall as some of the members, its absurdity matched only by its undeniable presence.
âThatâs huge,â Wonwoo repeated, his tone slightly awed as he adjusted his glasses for a better look.
Seungkwan stepped forward, a mix of pride and incredulity on his face as he reached for the trophy. He gripped it carefully, his muscles tensing as he adjusted to its awkward weight and height.
PD Na chuckled lightly at the sight before addressing the group again. âIâm sorry, but you need to place it at home⊠Take a picture of it and post it on social media.â
The members broke into laughter, their amusement blending seamlessly with their agreement.
âAnyone wants to take it home?â Jeonghan asked, his tone casual as he glanced around, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
After a beat of collective hesitation, they all turned toward Seungkwan, who was still holding the massive trophy.
âLet Seungkwan have it,â Mingyu declared, earning a chorus of nods and murmurs of agreement.
âWeâre giving you this prize, so you can get an even bigger prize. Congratulations,â PD Na concluded, his voice carrying a mix of humor and sincerity.
âThank you!â the members chorused, their voices overlapping as they clapped once more, their spirits high despite the exhaustion lingering from the game.
[Review]
âBefore we wrap up, letâs hear some final thoughts. Anyone want to start?â His gaze naturally shifted to S.Coups, the leader, who stepped forward slightly.
âItâs a shame that itâs over,â S.Coups began, his voice carrying a note of wistfulness, âbut we have âYouth Over Flowersâ.â The mention of the upcoming show made PD Na chuckle knowingly, his amusement was contagious as a few of the members laughed softly.
âThatâs the fact,â Woozi affirmed with his usual matter-of-fact tone, nodding at S.Coups as if sealing the statement with finality.
S.Coups smiled and looked at the camera. âWeâll come back later. Itâs coming. Trust Producer Na and wait.â
The group nodded in unison, their agreement punctuated by light laughter. Dokyeom, always the energetic spark, took this opportunity to speak next. He raised his hand slowly, dramatically, earning curious looks from the rest.
âA round of applause to this hand that picked âYouth Over Flowersâ,â he declared, holding his hand out like a trophy as they erupted into cheers and claps.
[DK played a big role today]
âThe true winner. The true lucky guy,â Dino quipped, giving Dokyeom a hearty pat on the back as the group clapped louder.
Dokyeom, basking in the moment, grinned wide. âI had so much fun today. Weâll have fun again on âYouth Over Flowersâ. Please look forward to it. See you next time!â He waved enthusiastically, his energy infecting the group as a few mimicked his wave.
When Dino stepped forward, his youthful energy matched Dokyeomâs but with a tinge of sincerity. âI had so much fun todayââ
He was abruptly cut off by Mingyu, who couldnât help but laugh as he gestured toward Dinoâs sleeveless basketball jersey. âArenât you cold?â
The members echoed with laughter as Dino glanced at himself and chuckled, clearly unfazed. Meanwhile, the camera panned to the rest of the group, most of whom were wearing long-sleeved shirts under their jerseys or jackets over them.
[Dino likes sleeveless shirts]
âLulu too,â Mingyu added, pointing toward Luna, who was also sleeveless in a red jersey.
The groupâs attention shifted to her, and they broke into laughter again.
âIâm cold even in these. Arenât you two cold?â Woozi asked, tugging at his jacket for emphasis.
âI like the cold,â Luna replied simply, her hair catching the light as a breeze swept through the gym, brushing it back elegantly. The casual grace of her response made the members laugh again, nodding in amused agreement.
[Luna likes the cold]
Jeonghan, standing beside her, shook his head with a fond smile. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began rubbing her arms briskly with his palms to warm her up.
âItâs pretty cold,â Dino admitted, now slightly subdued. He looked around the group, his sincerity returning. âAnyway, it was fun today. I made a lot of good memories with them. It was a meaningful day.â
PD Na glanced around, waiting for someone else to step forward and speak, before pointing at Luna. âOur cheerleader,â he called out, prompting the group tolook at her.
âOur Ice Princess,â S.Coups teased, grinning as Luna scrunched her nose playfully and chuckled.
Luna stepped forward gracefully, adjusting her hair away from her face. âI just want to thank PD Na and the rest of the Game Caterers staff and crew for making us feel welcome and taking care of us,â she began, her voice steady and warm as she addressed both the group and the cameras. âWe had a lot of fun, and I know CARATs will too once they watch this. I am also really excited for âYouth Over Flowersâ, which will be coming soon.â She ended with a bright smile, her sincerity evident.
Seungkwan, still clutching the oversized trophy, decided to finish things off. He stepped forward, holding the trophy like a prized possession.
âThank you for making good memories for us and for CARAT,â he said, his voice earnest and filled with gratitude. âIâm not tired at all. It was so much fun.â
âIt couldnât get any better.â Dokyeom raised two thumbs up.
The members murmured their agreement, nodding as the cameras captured their warm smiles and the camaraderie that radiated from the group.
Mingyu stepped forward, patting S.Coups on the back with a grin. âGo, leader,â he said, his voice playful but encouraging, signaling the leader to take charge of their final team goodbye. S.Coups gave a small nod, straightening up as he prepared to rally the group for their trademark farewell.
âWeâre SEVENTEEN. Say the nameâŠâ S.Coups began, his tone commanding but warm, as he raised his hand in the familiar team gesture.
âSEVENTEEN!â the group chorused, their voices harmonizing as they completed the hand sign together. It was a moment of unity, their energy radiating as they all bowed in unison to the cameras.
âThank you!â the members echoed, their voices overlapping as they began waving enthusiastically to the crew, staff, and cameras.
As if on cue, the chorus of âVery Niceâ burst through the speakers, instantly reigniting the playful atmosphere. Some of the members immediately broke into the iconic choreography, moving to the beat with exaggerated enthusiasm.
['VERY NICE' ending]
[Automatic reaction]
Luna, standing slightly to the side, couldnât help but bounce along to the music, her steps lazy but rhythmic as she swayed in time with the beat. Her movements were lighthearted, her smile growing as she watched the chaos unfold.
Meanwhile, a few of the othersâ like Joshuaâ began revisiting the meme-worthy dance moves he had displayed earlier during the game. Mingyu and Dokyeom gleefully copied his exaggerated arm movements, adding their own flair, as the rest of the group either danced or clapped along.
The chorus of âVery Niceâ reached its peak, the membersâ energy infectious, before the song faded out. As the final notes ended, PD Na leaned forward with a look of amusement in his face.
âThank you,â he said sincerely, his words simple but filled with gratitude.
Another chorus of âThank you!â rang out from the members, accompanied by bows and waves as they expressed their appreciation to the staff and cameras one last time. Their voices mingled with laughter and cheerful goodbyes, the atmosphere light and celebratory as the filming officially came to an end.
[Their quick meet ended]
['Super' Challenge]
[April 27, 2023, SEVENTEEN's comeback week,CJ ENM in Sangam-dong]
The energy at CJ ENM was palpable, the staff bustling as SEVENTEENâs comeback week hit full stride. The dressing room was filled with the faint buzz of conversation and last-minute touch-ups as the members prepared for their upcoming performance of Super.
The room was bathed in a mix of gold and deep blueâ a reflection of the modern hanbok outfits they wore. Each piece was tailored to perfection, embodying a fusion of tradition and modernity.
[They're here for 'Super' Challenge]
Luna stood by the far wall, her back leaning casually against it. She wore a dark blue hanbok-inspired ensemble trimmed with gold accents. The modern twist came through in the short, pleated skirt and fitted bodice, which was adorned with delicate patterns reminiscent of celestial constellations. The sleeves were sheer, billowing lightly at the wrists, adding an ethereal touch to the look.
Jeonghan stood in front of her, one hand braced against the wall just above her head, his posture effortlessly casual. His long hair, framed his face as he leaned closer to speak. His voice was low, carrying a softness that only she could hear, while the corners of his lips curled into a smile. It was a sight that had become second nature to themâ a stolen moment of their own amidst the chaos.
Their private bubble was abruptly pierced by a commotion of greetings from the hallway. A chorus of polite âHello!â and excited murmurs filled the air.
Joshua, ever the observant one, peeked out of the doorway to investigate. His sharp eyes caught sight of PD Na and his crew approaching with their cameras already rolling. Without a word, Joshua turned back into the room and swiftly tapped Jeonghan and Luna on their shoulders, the urgency in his gesture clear.
Jeonghan immediately stepped back, his hand falling to his side as Luna straightened her posture. Their movements were seamless, and practiced. Though their relationship was known to their members, it remained a well-kept secret from the public. They both knew how to switch gears in an instant, their professionalism taking over.
Mingyu and Joshua were the first to step into the hallway, their smiles bright and their bows respectful. âHello,â they greeted warmly.
âI canât do it,â was the first thing PD Na said, his tone tinged with mock defeat. âIâve seen it. Even singers canât do it. How am I going to do it?â
[Whining]
Mingyu clapped wordlessly, his large hands creating a sound that echoed through the hallway, while Joshua chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
[Only the deities can do 'Super' challenge]
One by one, the members began filing out of the dressing room. S.Coups and Dino appeared next, their strides confident but relaxed.
âDid anyone do it?â PD Na asked, his curiosity genuine.
âOnly one⊠Taeyang,â S.Coups replied, his tone matter-of-fact, earning a groan from PD Na.
[Na will be on the same level as Taeyang after this]
As Jun, Woozi, and Hoshi joined the gathering, PD Naâs shoulders slumped dramatically. âIâll look forward to it,â Hoshi said, his tone teasing.
âIt wonât be possible,â PD Na countered, shaking his head before grabbing Hoshiâs hands in genuine desperation. âIsnât there an easy version?â
[Desperate look + Holding hands]
The hallway was now bustling, and most of the members already gathered to watch the challenge unfold. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and anticipation.
âHello!â Luna stepped out next, her presence drawing immediate attentionâ not just because of her striking outfit but also because of the aura she carried. Jeonghan was right behind her, his gaze flickering briefly to ensure she was comfortable before he joined the others.
Jeonghan chuckled, glancing at Hoshi. âHoshi, you should teach him.â
The members collectively moved closer, forming a loose semi-circle around the impromptu dance lesson. Dino leaned against the wall beside Luna, his arms crossed, observing the unfolding scene with a faint smirk. âAre you really going to teach him?â he asked skeptically.
âItâs a challenge, after all,â Hoshi replied with confidence, already rolling up the sleeves of his modern hanbok.
Hoshi stepped into the open space, his movements precise yet relaxed, demonstrating his mastery of the choreography.
He positioned himself, and with a deep breath, began. ââSonoâŠââ Hoshi started, his voice carrying the iconic line from the song âSuperâ as he stepped forward, demonstrating the first move.
PD Na mirrored the movement with hesitant precision, echoing, ââSonoâŠââ His voice cracked slightly, drawing immediate cheers from the members watching.
âOooohhh!â they chorused in unison, their exaggerated enthusiasm filling the hallway. The sound was loud enough to echo, making PD Na freeze mid-step. He turned to glare at the group, his expression caught between annoyance and amusement.
[SEVENTEEN cheers at Yung Suk's dance]
âBe quiet, for goodnessâ sake,â he scolded them, though his tone lacked true bite. âAre you trying to lure people?â
[They're loud enough to draw everyone in the company]
The members erupted into laughter, clapping for him. Luna, resting her weight casually against the wall, grinned but said nothing, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
âAre you sure about this? We should find a way,â Mingyu interjected as they watched Hoshi teach PD Na, his tall frame towering over some of the others as he spoke. âLetâs all stand in a line and let him appear as he shakes.â
[Worried]
âThatâs not a bad idea,â Wonwoo added thoughtfully, his arms folded across his chest.
[Or record each move separately and combine them]
Hoshi raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-step. âShould I record one at a time and edit it out?â he asked, the suggestion tinged with practicality.
âNo. PD Na is a good dancer,â Luna said suddenly, her voice calm yet definitive. She had shifted to lean against the wall, her eyes fixed on the ongoing practice.
âHeâs pretty good at it.â Mingyu chimed in, nodding in agreement.
âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam,â Hoshi instructed as he continued breaking down the choreography. His movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring PD Na could follow. PD Na tried again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he mimicked the steps.
From the sidelines, Wonwoo and S.Coups began shadowing the moves, their bodies swaying slightly as they followed Hoshiâs lead.
It wasnât long before PD Na sighed, breaking the rhythm. âI wonât be able to memorize it,â he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation.
âBut⊠you look like you can do it,â Joshua said encouragingly, earning a burst of laughter from PD Na.
âThe song is too fast,â Wonwoo chuckled sympathetically, his tone almost apologetic.
âThereâs a slow version, right?â Hoshi asked, glancing at the group as he paused to consider how to make things easier.
âReally?â PD Na perked up, hope flashing across his face. âLetâs use that. You shouldâve told me earlier.â
[Smiling]
âThatâs the happiest Iâve seen him today,â Luna deadpanned, her chin now resting lightly on Dinoâs shoulder as she watched the scene unfold. Her dry remark sent another ripple of laughter through the group.
âYou can fast forward it later,â PD Na quipped, shaking his head but smiling nonetheless.
[He sees hope in 'Super' Challenge]
The group soon realized that their activity was drawing attention in the busy hallway. With SEVENTEEN members, their staff, and PD Na all gathered together, they were occupying an inconvenient amount of space. One of the managers gestured for them to move inside, and the group began filing back into their dressing room.
The room was bustling with energy as they entered, with costumes and makeup tools scattered around, and water bottles and snacks sitting on the tables. The warm, slightly chaotic environment made the transition seamless.
Once inside, the members naturally dispersed into smaller groups. Some settled into chairs, a few stood near the mirrors fixing their outfits, while others lingered near the snack table. Luna found a seat beside Mingyu at the long table where they often sat to eat or rest. She pulled out her phone, her attention immediately consumed by something on her screen. Mingyu, meanwhile, sat with a plate of food in front of him, chewing as he observed the ongoing commotion with quiet amusement.
In the center of the room, Hoshi stood ready to resume the lesson, his energy unflagging. PD Na stood opposite him, looking slightly frazzled but game to continue.
âLook at Mingyuâs face. He has no faith in me,â PD Na suddenly said, pointing toward Mingyu. His tone was half-serious, half-teasing, and it immediately drew laughter from the room.
Mingyu, mid-bite, glanced up at the accusation. His chewing slowed, and he raised an eyebrow in mock offense.
[Eating]
Jeonghan, standing nearby, chimed in teasingly, âThatâs disappointing.â He gestured toward Mingyu, his expression feigning disapproval.
âYou look mean,â Mingyu shot back at Jeonghan, his words slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. He paused, then continued with exaggerated seriousness, âJeonghan is smiling, but he has a bad intention behind his smile.â
The observation earned a laugh from Jeonghan, who couldnât help the mischievous glint in his eye. His shoulders shook as he leaned back, clearly amused.
PD Na shifted his gaze, suddenly aware of the time crunch. âWhen does M Countdown begin?â he asked, his tone shifting to something more urgent.
âThey have to be on standby in five,â one of the staff members answered promptly.
PD Na pulled out his phone, checking the time for himself. âWe only have five minutes left,â he muttered, his expression growing slightly panicked.
Realizing the need to hurry, Hoshi and Jeonghan wordlessly teamed up, their natural camaraderie making the transition seamless. Hoshi gestured for PD Na to watch closely as he demonstrated the move again.
ââI feel like Sonogongâ,â Jeonghan and Hoshi sang the first line of the chorus of âSuperâ, his movements sharp and fluid. Jeonghan immediately mirrored him, harmonizing the line in perfect sync. Together, they moved through the choreography, their voices blending as they repeated the steps. âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam.â
PD Na mimicked their moves with increasing confidence, though his motions lacked the precision of the two seasoned performers. âOne more time,â Hoshi said, his tone patient but firm.
They repeated the sequence, with Jeonghan stepping in closer to correct PD Naâs posture, while Hoshi slowed the tempo slightly to make it easier.
From the sidelines, S.Coups burst into laughter. He clapped his hands together, his body doubling over as he leaned into Luna and Mingyu, wrapping an arm around each of them for support.
âI canât believe it works,â Dino commented from where he stood, his voice tinged with surprise.
âGood. Good,â S.Coups chuckled, still draped over Luna and Mingyu, his amusement infectious.
Just as the atmosphere hit its peak, one of the SEVENTEEN staff members entered the room, their voice cutting through the chatter. âVocal team, standby!â they announced, their tone brisk and authoritative.
[Vocal Team has to go]
The mention of standby immediately set the vocal unit into motion. Joshua, Woozi, Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Jeonghan, and Luna moved toward the door with practiced efficiency, their casual demeanor never betraying the professionalism they exuded on stage.
[Time is getting near]
Dokyeom turned back just before leaving, offering a warm smile and a quick, âGood luck,â to PD Na. Jeonghan and Luna both paused to bow politely in his direction, their gestures respectful yet swift.
âFighting!â Luna added her voice light but encouraging as she stepped out alongside the others. The door closed behind them, leaving the rest of the group to resume their antics inside.
[They're running out of time]
[They proceed before other teams go]
The group transitioned smoothly to the next segment of filmingâ the dance challenge.
SEVENTEENâs staff was already setting up, a camera in hand, adjusting its angle to focus on PD Na, who stood at the forefront with Hoshi and Vernon. The rest of the members lingered toward the back, casually chatting and watching the preparations unfold. The room buzzed with anticipation, the energy lively but focused.
The camera operator stepped into position, holding the lens steady in front of PD Na. âHere we go. Producer Na, smile please,â the staff member directed cheerfully, their tone lighthearted yet professional. PD Naâs lips twitched into a nervous, awkward smile that immediately drew quiet laughter from the observing members.
[His debut is near]
[The original 'Super' challenge video]
âOh, this is so much fun. Iâm so happy,â PD Na muttered dryly, his tone dripping with sarcasm, which only made the group laugh harder.
Hoshi, ever the performer, clapped his hands together once. âOkay. Weâre ready,â he announced confidently, his enthusiasm practically infectious.
From the back of the room, Mingyuâs voice cut through the chatter, a touch of playful encouragement in his tone. âLetâs go,â he said, his eyes on the small group preparing to dance.
The camera operator gave the signal, and the recording began. The room fell silent except for the faint sound of the music cueing up in the background. The slowed version of âSuperâ started to play, the opening beats recognizable and immediately captivating.
ââI feel like Sonogong,ââ Hoshi sang softly in sync with the music, his voice steady as he led the opening line. He immediately transitioned into the dance, his movements sharp but slowed for PD Na to follow. âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam,â Hoshi directed patiently, his voice clear as he guided each step. Vernon mirrored Hoshiâs movements, his casual energy balancing Hoshiâs intensity, while PD Na tried his best to keep up. His steps were a bit offbeat, but the earnest effort was enough to keep the room entertained.
[Even you can do 'Super' challenge]
From the back, the other members watched with amusement, their faces alight with pride and humor as PD Na fumbled through the steps. Dino and Seungkwan exchanged grins, while S.Coups subtly mimicked the dance in his spot, his movements exaggerated for comedic effect. The playful energy radiating from the group was infectious.
As the song reached its conclusion, Hoshi called out, âEveryone, gather for the ending.â His voice carried over the music, and the rest of the members jumped into action, stepping into the frame with practiced ease. They surrounded PD Na, forming a loose circle as they struck playful poses, waving and smiling toward the camera.
âBye!â they all chorused, their voices overlapping as they waved enthusiastically. The final shot captured their bright expressions, the harmony of their personalities blending seamlessly into a single moment of lighthearted fun.
[Nice wrap up]
When the camera stopped rolling, applause erupted from the group. The members clapped for PD Na, their cheers loud and encouraging. The producer grinned sheepishly, clearly relieved that the challenge had concluded successfully.
âIâll be out of town for a while,â PD Na said, straightening up and adjusting his jacket. âCall me when youâre done performing. Bye now.â He waved as he turned to leave, the members bidding him farewell with warm smiles and cheerful gestures.
['Super' Challenge is over]
As the door closed behind him, the room seemed to exhale collectively, the energy shifting back into a more relaxed rhythm as the group prepared for the next activity.
[Let's meet again one day]
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ice cold, cabin fever - part 1
đ staring. Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader
đź preview. "come on, letâs just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend weâre not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."
cw/ tw. threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, I petnames. (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 25.9k
đ aus. e2l, s2l, step brothers Jihan, non idol, ski resort, roomies, etc...
âïžÂ mlist + an. so when I tell you I know practically nothing about skiing... also, the recent soop episodes have been giving gyucheol and jihan and I'm dying. I other inspo: đ đ đ I pls note. this fic has so much dialogue, it exceeds the number of paragraphs allowed in a tumblr post, so it will be split into 2 parts posted at the same time I read the whole thing in one post + the bonus by subscribing to my patreon and clicking here
Prologue:Â
âYou guys arenât going to believe this,â Jeonghan says as he enters the main area of the flat he shares with his brother and two best friends.
Three sets of eyes turn to him, and itâs Joshua who takes a shot in the dark and asks, âDid you get chlamydia again?â
âAish, fuck off,â Jeonghan picks up a pillow to launch at his brother, âI just got off the phone with mom you idiot.â
âOuch, since when are you telling mommy about your STI results?â Seungcheol teases, earning himself a pillow as well, that he easily bats out of the air.
âTell us,â Mingyu urges seriously, âwhat did your mom say?â
âOnly that our new step-sister decided to join us for the destination wedding, super last minute,â Jeonghan explains, taking a seat next to the youngest and sweetest of his friends.
âDid your mom tell her that they already gave up the cabin?â Seungcheolâs heart drops to his stomach, thoughts of powdered snow and skiing swirling on the periphery of his mind.
âFuck if I know,â Jeonghan shrugs. âShe sounds like a bit of a bitch if Iâm being honest- sorry Gyu, but it looks like youâll be giving up your bed.â
âWeâre sharing a cabin with her?â The maknaeâs jaw drops.
âWell sheâs definitely not staying with us,â Joshua stiffens in his seat, âI donât know what weird step-sibling porn youâre into Gyu, but weâre not that kind of family.â
âListen,â Seungcheol leans forward, eager to keep the peace, ânone of us have met her before- but your mom really likes her dad- letâs just hope sheâs as nice as he is⊠I really doubt sheâs a bitch. If it comes down to it, I can give up my bed, thereâs a pullout in the cabin too, right? Weâll make it work.â
The glances all four men exchange betray how unsure they all are, and Seungcheol only wishes he was as positive as he makes himself out to be.Â
1: Thursday - Arrival
âY/n! You made it!â your dadâs excitement should be contagious, but as you haul your suitcase into the lobby of the ski resort, youâre much too exhausted to mirror his attitude.
In fact, youâd bet you look exactly how you feel; done with this vacation before itâs even started.
Despite this, you accept the hug from your dad, trying to relax a little before he lets you go again. âWas your flight very long?â
âToo long,â you sigh, taking a deep breath before returning his question with âand you?â
âToo long,â your dad laughs. âBut you can rest easy now, the hard part is over.â
Is it?Â
âIâm so excited for you to meet Suelki,â he continues, âand her two sons.âÂ
âIâm excited too,â you really force a smile this time, trying your best to look sincere.
âGood,â your dad nods, beginning to lead you through the resort. âSo listen, this trip is kind of like my honeymoon- so we really donât expect to be seeing that much of you- Suelki and I have a suite in the actual hotel itself, but I think I mentioned to you over the phone that we booked two of the rustic cabins-â
âYeah, you mentioned that,â your grip on your suitcase handle tightens.
âBecause you originally said you wouldnât be coming, we gave the second cabin up to Suelkiâs boysâ roommates- and unfortunately, the entire resort is booked up this week, so we couldnât get you your own room.â
âRight-â Heâd mentioned something along these lines during your quick phonecall when youâd changed your mind about coming on the trip, and youâre eager to see what fix he has for this.
âEach cabin had a pullout though, so youâll be staying in one of them, and whether itâs with Suelkiâs boysâ or their friends, I really hope you use this trip to get to know your new step brothers.â
Your mouth feels dry, heart jittering in your chest at the concept of sharing a cabin for a week with two boys-Â
âThe wedding is on Saturday,â your dad and you have reached a door leading outside; icy air hits your face when he opens it. âAnd the cabins youâre looking for are the last two down this road here- cabin 6 and cabin 7. Just follow the string lights-â
âAre you-â you swallow. âYouâre not going to take me out to where Iâm staying?â You tighten your grip on your heavy luggage, eying the snowy path.
âSorry darling, but your plane was late, and youâve arrived at a bad time- Suelki and I have massages scheduled in-â he checks his watch, âten minutes? I really have to go- but youâre a strong, capable girl, youâll find the cabins no problem.â
This is exactly the type of behaviour from your father that youâre used to.Â
Part of you had expected something to be different- youâd been hoping that the wedding jitters would make him more inclined to be compassionate to you- but it looks like heâs as intent on letting you go about it yourself as heâs ever been.
After your long flight, and now this- youâre really questioning if you should have come on this trip at all.
2: Thursday - Arrival
âJoshie, come look at this,â Jeonghan urges, holding his tea tighter while gazing out the small cabin window.
âWhat is it?â his brother sighs, putting down his book but remaining seated on the couch.
âSome girl is dragging her suitcase up the path.âÂ
He canât help but snicker. With the road covered in snow for the winter season, accessing the cabins isnât the easiest task in the world.Â
Having been here before, the brothers had packed accordingly, and carrying their duffles had been substantially easier than the struggle Jeonghan is currently witnessing.Â
âOh shit.â
âWhat?â Now Joshua stands up.
âSheâs coming to the door- shit-â Jeonghan pulls away from the window roughly, and hot liquid spills over the edge of his mug, making contact with his fingers. âShit!â he shakes his hand out-
âMust be the step sister?â Joshua suggests, ignoring the elder man tending to his reddening skin.Â
âMust be,â Jeonghan hisses, putting his tea down just as thereâs a knock on the door.
The elder of the two takes a seat on the couch, pulling his hoodie sleeve down to cover his hand while Joshua answers the door.Â
âHi-â your voice carries into the small space, and Jeonghan silently urges Joshua to move to the side so he can get a better look at you. âAre you Jeonghan?â
âNo, Joshua,â he shifts, allowing you to see into the cabin, âthatâs Jeonghan.â
Jeonghan lifts his unharmed hand, wiggling his fingers at you and offering a smile.Â
His eyes quickly take you in, assessing your cute outfit- and its lack of weather appropriateness. He finds himself stifling a laugh again, shaking his head to snap himself out of it before saying loudly, âArenât you going to let our new step-sister in?â
You look like a bunny entering a wolfâs den, and you stop just past the threshold, allowing the door to be closed behind you.
âI guess you guys know about the cabin situation?â Your first words arenât something Jeonghan had particularly expected from you-
Youâre much more forward than your appearance gives you credit for, and he begins to wonder if his little bunny has teeth.Â
âCabin situation?â Joshua comes to join Jeonghan on the couch, reaching for his book.
âYeah-â you swallow, âI heard my cabin got given up to two of your friends?â
âRight, that cabin situation,â Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances, and they leave space for you to continue.
âI was thinking,â you shift awkwardly on your feet, a chunk of snow shifts off your boot and onto the wood floor, âuh- you guys arenât really going to make me share a cabin with two of your friends, right?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â Joshua cocks his head, and Jeonghan leans back in his seat, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him.
âJust that-â you release a deep sigh. âGuys- Iâm going to be honest, Iâm really tired- is there no possible way one or even both of your friends could- I donât know⊠crash in this cabin with you guys?â- thereâs a beat of silence, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances - âlike, thatâs a pullout couch, right? So- at least one could stay here-â
Joshua opens his mouth to respond, but Jeonghan places a hand on his knee to silence him, taking the lead in these new family negotiations; âYou might be able to convince one of them to stay here,â he tells you, âbut I doubt youâd be more comfortable alone with a strange man youâve never met, than you would be having two.â
âI meanâŠâ you look between your new step-siblings, âthese guys are your friends, right? Itâs not like theyâre going to- erm⊠try anything?â
âYouâre right,â Jeonghan nods sympathetically, âletâs go over there and you can see which one you prefer to spend a week alone with.â
You shift again, releasing a groan. âI know we just met- but Iâve gotta say, youâre a bit of an asshole, you know that?â
Jeonghan laughs.
âHeâs right though,â Joshua sighs. âAs unfortunate as it is that your cabin got given up, thereâs no chance both of our friends are going to give up their beds to sleep on a pullout in here with us.â He stands up. âI saw you were struggling with your bag earlier- Iâll carry it for you, we can go to the next cabin over and discuss the situation with Cheol and Mingyu-â
âThanks, but no thanks,â you open the door, holding your suitcase tightly, âIâm a big girl, Iâll handle this myself.â
The new brothers watch you leave the cabin, and then Joshua heads to the window, eyes following you as you trudge down the path back to the main road again.Â
âIs she still struggling?â Jeonghan asks.
Joshua lets out something between a laugh and a sigh, then he nods. âSheâs really struggling.â
3: Thursday - Arrival
âIs that your stomach growling?â Cheol groans, distracted from the Christmas film heâs watching for what must be the third time-
âIâm sorry-â Mingyu whines, hand rubbing his tummy in slow circles, âyou know how I get when we go skiing-â
âThen eat more at dinner next time,â the elder man snaps, grabbing the remote to turn the sound up in the hopes it will drown out his friendâs stomach, âand make some ramen or something.â
âIâm too lazy, I canât get up,â the large man sprawled on the couch groans, his voice switching to something more on the girly side when he says âoppa, make me ramen? We can have Netflix and ramen?â
âAish-â Seungcheol reaches out to bat his friendâs foot.
Mingyu is the baby of their apartment back home, and all three of the men born in 95 try not to make a habit of indulging him in maknae privileges. In fact, Mingyu often ends up being the one who cooks and cleans, but Seungcheol will never admit that to anyone.
âStop complaining and watch your movie,â Seungcheol urges, eyes returning to the screen, where Jim Carreyâs Grinch is having a similar meltdown to Mingyuâs.
A knock at the door stuns both men, their heads whipping towards the sound- then Mingyu is jumping off the couch, as if he wasnât just claiming to be a lazy bum less than a minute ago.Â
âWho is it?â Cheol groans, leaning back against the pillows, stretching his tired arms out in front of him.Â
Heâs never going to get through this movie if there keeps being distractions-
âShh- itâs a girl-â Mingyuâs whispered response is another shock to Cheolâs system, and he suddenly finds himself sitting up in his seat.
âWell, answer the door!â he whispers back.
Mingyu follows through with the command, and a moment later heâs greeting you with a âHello?â
âUh, hi? Are you⊠Cheol?âÂ
âNo,â Mingyu steps to the side, âhe is.â
Seungcheol blinks at you, taking you in.
Heâs definitely never met you before, so how is it you know his name-Â
How is it you know the name that only his friends use?
âThen that makes you⊠Mingyu?âÂ
Youâre not even looking at Seungcheol anymore, your eyes have slipped over him and returned to the large man in front of you faster than Cheol can even clock-
âThatâs right,â Mingyu nods, then, âwait! You must be the step-sister!â
âThatâs me,â you sigh. âThe step-sister.â
âCome in,â Mingyu urges you, âand let me take your bag, I bet youâre tired from your flight-â
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, setting the remote down. Itâs unlikely heâll be returning to the movie anytime soon, and he supposes he should be friendly with you- despite his exhaustion from a long day on the slopes.
âDid you drag your suitcase all the way through the snow?â Mingyu asks, blatantly bewildered at your behavior.Â
âUh huh,â you nod, closing the door behind you and reaching down to take off your boots.
âNo one helped you?â Mingyuâs tone makes the whole thing seem like blasphemy, and Cheol watches the way he fusses over you, setting your bag at the foot of his bed before rushing to help you take off your jacket-
âNo one,â you confirm. âJoshua offered, but- I managed by myself, like always.â
âSo you stopped at the other cabin first?â Seungcheol confirms, âMet Hannie and Josh-â
Your eyes meet, and then Seungcheol finds himself looking at your lips-
âYeah,â you tear your gaze away, turning to Mingyu when you explain, âwanted to talk with them about bed arrangements first-â
âYou can have mine,â Mingyu offers, flashing you an earnest smile.
âReally?â your eyes widen, and you look between the two men again. âYouâre not uh⊠too big for it?â
Seungcheol feels like heâs been hit in the chest.Â
If youâd had asked your question without looking directly at him, he might have been able to convince himself you werenât insinuating anything- but itâs clear what youâre saying. Itâs clear youâre clocking him as being smaller than his younger friend, clear youâre inadvertantly suggesting that as the shorter man - Cheol - should sleep on the couch.
A month ago, Cheol had suggested the very same thing, thinking youâd be some nice girl he could give his bed to.
But now?Â
He wouldnât give you his bed if your life depended on it.Â
âItâs okay,â Mingyu is quick to assure you, âyou can have my bed. Here, have a seat, weâre watching a Christmas movie-Â did your flight serve you dinner? Are you hungry?â
âStarved,â you sigh, collapsing onto the couch, taking the corner Mingyu had inhabited earlier.Â
âIâll make us some ramen,â Mingyu tells you. âRamen always goes well with Christmas movies.â
Seungcheol notes the way you smile at Mingyuâs words.Â
He feels invisible, and most of all, bitter. Heâs not happy about any of this, not the way youâd taken a hit at his pride, nor Mingyuâs new burst of energy and overly friendly demeanor.
Picking up the remote again, Seungcheol hits play, and he hopes nothing else sets him off tonight, or he just might explode.
4: Friday - morning
Waking up is slow at first, and then it hits you all at once. You sit up, clutching the quilt to cover your body while blinking away the last of your drowsiness, eyes acclimatizing to the soft glow of the room.
Sunlight is coming through the cabin shades, and you realize two things very quickly. First, that youâre alone, and second, that youâre not where youâd fallen asleep last night.
After settling in and eating your ramen, youâd gotten comfortable on the couch. The movie hadnât truly captured your interest, and youâd begun to doze off with the intention of waking up when the film was complete to move to the bed-Â
But you have no recollection of being woken up.
You hadnât even had any dreams. Youâd been so exhausted from a day of traveling that youâd blacked out, and now, youâre left with confusion and body aches.
Someone must have carried you to bed-Â
You hope it was Mingyu.
When you look down, you see youâre still dressed in your travel outfit, so the first thing you decide to do is explore the small cabin and find the shower.
Part of you is grateful the men youâre rooming with allowed you to sleep. It makes finding a routine easier. You take your time in the shower, allowing yourself to relax a little, and you consider what your day might look like.
You guess the men are on the slopes, as the skis that had been propped next to the door when youâd arrived are gone, and you decide exercise might be exactly what you need.
Besides, youâre at a ski resort, skiing seems like an obvious choice- although youâre not quite sure how it will work, seeing as you havenât brought your own equipment-
You begin looking around the cabin for a resort map- and youâre so busy looking in all the hard places you almost miss the glaringly obvious piece of paper resting on the coffee table under a set of keys.Â
Your heart lurches in your chest. You pocket the keys and open the paper to find itâs the resort pamphlet youâve been searching for.Â
Along with a map of the mountain, someone has taken the time to circle cabin 7, draw a line to the main hotel, and circled another section, which has been labeled âski rentalsâ in handwriting thatâs just barely legible.Â
Thereâs no other writing to indicate which man has left this for you, so you decide to assume itâs Mingyu.
Cheol had barely talked to you last night. Heâd given off cold vibes; a man with walls built up around him.Â
You truly canât imagine that the quiet, brooding man had stopped to write on a map and leave you keys.
And honestly? You donât want to imagine it.
Itâs much safer to identify one of your roommates as a tall, white knight, and the other as a dark entity youâll have to suffer through for a week.Â
It makes it easier to plan on ignoring Cheol.Â
5: Friday - afternoon
Today is a good day for Seungcheol.Â
Heâd been worried that your arrival would mean babysitting duty, so when youâd slept in and heâd convinced Gyu to leave you be, heâd been nearly ecstatic.Â
Heâd clocked you as a non-skier the moment youâd arrived without the correct equipment, and despite his day job as a physical trainer, Cheol is not in the mood to be teaching anyone how to do anything.
No, heâs much happier taking the slopes with his best friend.Â
Mingyu isnât as adept with skis as Cheol is, but heâs good enough for the elder not to worry too much about him.Â
After tackling a few of the harder slopes, the two men find themselves on a green run.Â
Itâs enjoyable to take the hill in an easy manner, crisscrossing down the incline, watching the powder fluff up and take air with each harsh turn-
The day is gorgeous-
And then Cheol spots you, and his mood drops instantly.
Youâre a couple hundred feet down the mountain from he and Mingyu, and they both stop for a moment, battling the glare from the sun-
âIs that-â
âY/n,â Seungcheol confirms with a sigh. âFirst the thing with her bags, now this- itâs like sheâs never been to a ski resort before.â
âMaybe she hasnât,â Mingyu cocks his head to the side, looking thoughtful for a moment. âWe should go help her.â
Seungcheol scoffs. âYou really think she wants our help?â
âIt never hurts to offer,â the younger, more considerate man points out. âBesides, this is Jeonghan and Joshuaâs new step-sister, weâre trying to be nice to her, right?â
With a sigh, Seungcheol agrees, and the two continue down the mountain, catching up to you easily.Â
âHello!â Mingyu calls out to you, in classic extroverted Mingyu fashion. This earns him a smile from you, and you stop your slow slope descent to chat.
âHi Mingyu,â you say, pushing your hair out of your face and adjusting your hat.
You donât say hello to Seungcheol, and he doesnât greet you either.
âHowâs your day going so far?â Mingyu asks. âAre you enjoying the fresh air?â
âYeah- found some skis at the rental and I think Iâm getting the hang of it,â you tell them, âwasnât sure Iâd be skiing much this trip but, well, here I am.â
âYou slept in,â Seungcheol finds himself stating. âWe werenât sure weâd bump into you today.â
âRightâŠâ you trail off, giving Seungcheol a quick once over before your eyes return to Mingyu, and an easy smile works its way across your face again, âHave you been skiing long? I mean, I get the feeling that Iâm the only person on the trip who doesnât have much experience with all of this- you guys all brought your own skis.â
âYeah, weâre all big snow sports people,â Mingyu tells you. âSeungcheol was actually almost an olympic level snowboarder-â
âReally?â Now youâre looking at Seungcheol. Truly looking at him. âBut⊠you brought skis?â
âHeâd be much too fast on his board,â Mingyu grins. âSkis slow him down, make him level with the rest of us. But, heâs still pretty good at skiing too.â
âCould give you a few pointers if you want,â Seungcheol says, earnestly.Â
Heâd gotten a good look at what you were doing wrong before they approached you, and a few minor tweaks would have you skiing with the best of them-
âErm, thanks, but no thanks, I think Iâm good learning at my own pace for now.âÂ
He notes the way you avert your eyes, upper lip curling slightly with disdain.Â
He should have never bothered to offer you help.Â
Seungcheol takes a deep breath. âYou two are probably more compatible for your level, and I want to do some harder runs. Iâll see you around.â
And with that, he leaves you and Mingyu, taking off down the mountain at a speed his friends can only dream of.
6: Friday - evening
Itâs been a good day for Mingyu, and settling in for dinner with his friends is the perfect ending for it. They order half the menu, covering the table in all sorts of foods to try together, and it reminds him of their time in university.Â
While Mingyu is younger than his friends, heâd entered their frat before theyâd graduated, and the bond he has with his older hyungs is truly one born out of a shared love for food.Â
âTry this,â Jeonghan insists, and Mingyu opens his mouth before he even gets a good look at whatâs about to be fed to him. âItâs good right?â
Mingyu can only nod happily while munching, hand reaching for his beer.
âWhere were you guys today?â Joshua asks, âwe missed you on the slopes.â
âDid a couple of the harder ones,â Seungcheol responds while the maknae has his mouth full, âthen bumped into your step-sister on the easier hill-â
âOh?â This grabs both Jeonghan and Joshuaâs attention. âShe was skiing?â
âBadly,â Cheol leans back in his chair, sipping his beer.
âShe wasnât that bad,â Mingyu insists, swallowing his food so he can defend you. âI did a couple runs with her and she wasnât that bad, really.â
The brothers exchange a glance that Mingyu canât read.Â
Heâs always been jealous of how in tune Jeonghan and Joshua are. As âirish twinsâ - siblings born within the same year - itâs like they can read each otherâs minds, and Mingyu always feels like heâs missing some crucial part of the conversation.
âDid you guys sort out the bed situation?â Joshua asks, looking down at the steak heâs cutting. He gives off an air of nonchalance, but Mingyu can tell that this is a topic both brothers are interested in.Â
âI think you mentioned giving up your bed when we talked about it a few months ago,â Jeonghan adds, âisnât that right, Cheol?â
âThat was before I met her.â
The brothers exchange a glance, and a smirk works its way onto Jeonghanâs face. âLooks like Gyu got the short end of the straw, huh?â
âI offered her my bed,â Mingyu insists.Â
âBut she fell asleep on the couch during our Christmas movie,â Seungcheol says smoothly. âI moved her to his bed, wasnât going to let him off the hook that easy.â
âMy neck is aching,â Mingyu groans, rubbing at it, âbut it was worth it. I told her she could have my bed, so she had my bed.â
âHeâs so eager to help her out,â Cheol teases, pushing at Mingyuâs shoulder. âWhen we saw her on the mountain earlier, she refused my help, but was more than happy to ski with him.â
Joshua and Jeonghan exchange a glance that has Mingyu rushing to assure them, âsheâs your new step sister- Iâm not trying anything, I just want to be friendly-â
âWhat was that?â Cheol leans closer, âI donât think I heard you?â
âI said,â Mingyu raises his voice, âsheâs their stepsister, and Iâm not trying anything!âÂ
âPerfect, thatâs exactly what I thought I heard,â Seungcheol grins, and then heâs looking at something over Mingyuâs shoulder. âHey Y/N, you should join these three for dinner.â
âUhâŠâÂ
Mingyu turns to find you standing there, and his skin heats with embarrassment.Â
Heâs pretty sure youâd just heard what heâd loudly said to his friends, and his skin tingles with regret, ears heating-
âReally,â Seungcheol stands, âtake my seat, I was just leaving.â
âWhere are you headed?â Jeonghan asks, more curious about his friend than his own step-sister.
âThe pool.â Cheol grabs the jacket on the back of his chair. âHave some knots in my back, but nothing the hot tub jets canât fix.â
For the second time today, Mingyu finds himself watching Cheol make a hasty retreat in order to avoid spending time with you. And for the second time today, Mingyu finds himself eagerly attempting to help you fit in, despite his oldest friendâs rejection of you.
âCome eat,â Mingyu urges, patting the newly empty seat next to him.Â
âAre you guys sure? I can always eat alone-â
âDonât be ridiculous,â Joshua laughs. âYouâre one of us now, come sit.â
Mingyu is glad that your step brothers immediately start asking you questions, and for a little while, everything runs smoothly.Â
Every minute he spends with you, he warms up more and more to your presence.
Itâs obvious to him that yesterday, when youâd arrived, youâd been out of sorts after hours of traveling. Your temperament has improved drastically, and Mingyu finds himself laughing along with his friends at small jokes you make here and there.
The four of you spend a much longer time in the resort restaurant than Mingyu had expected, and itâs only when Jeonghan begins to yawn that you all decide itâs time to head back to your cabins.
The night is cold, but itâs not snowing, and your small group follows the poles of string lights diligently.
Jeonghan and Joshua pull off one stop earlier than your own, wishing you goodnight before heading into their cabin.
As you and Mingyu continue up the path, Mingyu finds you walking closer to him, and heâs surprised when you say âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âCarrying me to bed last night,â you respond, âand the map you left on the coffee table, the one with the ski rental circled.â
âOh, uhâŠâ Mingyu swallows thickly, âthat actually wasnât me. I think itâs Cheol who you have to be thanking.â
âOhâŠâÂ
âOhâ is right.
7: Saturday - morning
When you wake up, youâre struck by two things. First, that youâre alone, as you were when you woke up yesterday. And second, that your father is getting married.
Your body aches when you sit up, muscles screaming at you for having the audacity to ski as long as you had with Mingyu, and you decide pretty quick that another attempt at the slopes is off the table.
You remember what Seungcheol had said yesterday, about the pool and the hott ub, and decide maybe he had the right idea about jets and sore muscles.
He can be an ass, but you suppose he uses his brain sometimes.
You change into your swimsuit, and make sure to layer yourself with comfy sweats and your parka, pool bag in hand before you set out to take on the weather.Â
For the billionth time since arriving at this God forsaken cabin, you wish youâd gotten a room in the resort itself. Itâs snowed over the night, but the path is somewhat cleared. Even so, the trek to the main hotel is difficult, and your muscles are even more tired when you arrive.
The resort is a ski destination, and you cross your fingers that most of its patrons are on the hills and not utilizing the various pools and saunas.Â
Your wish comes true, and youâre pleased to see hardly anyone as you pass through the indoor pool to check out the outdoor areas, intent on having a hot tub to yourself-
As youâre walking along the pool deck, clutching your parka tight around your body, you notice someone swimming.Â
Heâs underwater, slicing through the pool like a professional swimmer. The glare from the overcast sky makes it impossible to get a great look at the athlete and you settle next to the hot tub, hoping to see more when he comes up for air.Â
Youâve just taken off your parka and are wading into the hot tub when the swimmer stops at the edge of the pool. Heâs in the shallows now, and heâs able to stand up, his back to you.
Droplets of water glisten down his back in the light, steam immediately beginning to lift off of his skin-
His shoulders and back look like they were crafted by the Gods, and the man runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out of his face.
You just wish he would turn to look at you, so you can see who youâre drooling over-
In no time at all, this wish is coming true, only, you wish it hadnât, because the moment the gorgeous, well-muscled athlete turns to look at you, youâre locking eyes with your least favourite person on the mountain.
Seungcheol is as taken aback as you are for a moment.
Heâd been reaching for the rail to pull himself out of the pool, but now, heâs simply frozen.
Youâre practically gawking at each other, and youâre the first to break eye contact, clearing your throat and looking away.
You can feel your skin heating, and itâs not just from the hot tub, which you wish you could simply submerge yourself in and never come back up-
In the periphery of your vision, you see Seungcheol getting out of the pool, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your entire body not to turn and watch him.
Then, to your surprise, he gives you an excuse to look at him, calling out, âThe wedding starts at four, donât be late.â
Your jaw hits the hottub floor, and you watch Seungcheol practically run away from you.
Itâs becoming an all too familiar sight.Â
8: Saturday - afternoon
Sitting in his motherâs hotel room, watching her do the final touches on her wedding look, Joshua is struck with memories of the past.
Thereâd been many mornings growing up where heâd sat on the closed-lid toilet, watching her brush through her hair, sometimes braiding it, before taking him and Jeonghan to school.
In the quiet of their small apartment bathroom, nothing could come between them, not Jeonghan whining for whatever reason, nor the angry father whoâd disappeared from the picture when the boys had turned ten.
To Joshua, the moment feels like peace, or at least, as close to it as heâs ever come.
He can tell, by the way his mom smiles when she looks at herself in the mirror, that sheâs truly happy, and itâs all heâs ever wanted for her.Â
The moment is fleeting, as Jeonghan enters the room and brings with him a certain level of chaos, the kind of windswept mayhem that follows him everywhere, like a moving storm.
âBooze?â The first word to come out of his mouth.
âIn the fridge,â Joshua motions to the small cooler before asking his elder brother, âdrinking already?â
âJust spent half an hour running all over and making sure everyoneâs doing what theyâre supposed to be doing,â Jeonghan sighs, bending down to retrieve a can of beer, cracking it open with nimble fingers.
âYou wanted to be the best man,â Joshua points out.
For such a small wedding, consisting of only close family and a few friends, roles hadnât been a necessity, but Joshua wasnât aware that scrambling around to make sure people are in place would be necessary either.
âY/N forgot her shoes at the cabin, so Mingyu ran to get them, but by the time he got there, Seungcheol had apparently realized the heels were needed, so heâd grabbed them- and somehow theyâd missed each other in the lobby-â Jeonghan cuts off his own ramblings with a large sip of his drink.Â
âSounds like quite the goose chase,â their motherâs calm voice visibly settles the best man, who takes a seat next to his brother.
âYou look amazing,â Jeonghan tells her, as sincere as Joshuaâs ever seen him. âOur new step-sisterâs dad is a lucky man.â
âSince when did you stop calling him by his name?â Seulki laughs, returning her gaze to the mirror, fixing her veil. âLooks like youâre both getting used to Y/N though, Joshua mentioned that you all had dinner last night. Is she settling in okay?â
âI think so,â Joshua says thoughtfully.
âMingyu really likes her,â Jeonghan adds.
Joshua nods. âAnd we do too.â
Their mom gives them a knowing look. âHowâs Seungcheol finding his cabinmate? Havenât you both always said heâs a good judge of character?â
âHeâs also a stubborn ass,â Jeonghan grins over the rim of his drink, âso we canât really trust his opinions on her- besides, any time sheâs around, he runs the other way. I doubt theyâve talked much.â
âThatâs a shame,â Seulki frowns. âI bumped into her with Mingyu on the slopes yesterday, she seemed really lovely.â
âShe is,â Joshua admits. Heâd also enjoyed getting to know you last night over food and drinks.
âWell,â Seulki turns to her boys, âletâs just hope Seungcheol warms up to her, but weâll put that to the side for now, we have a wedding to get to.â
9: Saturday - evening
The ceremony had gone exactly as planned.Â
After the initial goose chase looking for your shoes, thereâd only been one or two small details Jeonghan had been forced to attend to. But after it all, his mom had walked down the aisle, vows had been said, and Jeonghan had gained a father figure.
Standing at the alter next to his brother, Jeonghan had watched everything take place with a keen eye.
Heâd been pleased to see the three couples invited - his aunt and uncle, and two of your fatherâs friends with their wives - sitting in the small venue with his roommates. And heâd been even more interested in watching his friends react throughout the service.
Mingyu had gotten teary-eyed the moment Seulki had begun her walk down the aisle, and even Seungcheol had torn his gaze from you for long enough to admire the dress.
When everything was said and done, the small party had moved to a secluded room off the main restaurant to have food, drinks and further celebration. Here, Jeonghan had again noticed Seungcheolâs affinity for having you in his line of sight.
âYou know,â Jeonghan says, as he settles into the seat next to his brother, eyes fixed on his muscular friend by the small bar, âfor a guy who runs away whenever y/n is around, he spends an awful lot of his time watching our step sister.â
Joshua chuckles, sipping his champagne. âYou noticed that too, huh?â
âHard not to,â Jeonghan grins, following Seungcheolâs gaze to where youâre clinging to Mingyu on the makeshift dance floor. âWhat do you think about those two?â
âI think Cheol better cut his losses now,â Joshua says, setting his drink down.Â
âReally?â Jeonghan cocks his head, considering it all. âWeâre only two days into this trip⊠a lot could happen before the week is done, donât you think?â
âA lot could happen,â Joshua admits, âespecially if someone like you decided to meddle.â
âI never meddle, only⊠help push things along.â
âIn the direction you want it to go.â
âTouche,â Jeonghan lifts his champagne, gently clinking it against his brotherâs discarded glass.Â
âI think Iâm going to go ask y/n to dance,â Joshua says, pushing his chair back and standing.
âNow whoâs meddling?â Jeonghan laughs.
âStill only you.â
10: Sunday - morning
The couch had been uncomfortable on a normal night, so Mingyu supposes itâs his own fault that he wakes up aching after a night of drinking and dancing at the wedding.
Stretching his arms over his head, he tries to ease the tight muscles in his shoulders, but heâs unable to get comfortable again.
He lays there for a few minutes, watching you dance in your cute bridesmaid dress on the back of his eyelids. Heâs not sure if itâs you, the dress, or the visual combined, but he knows heâs going to remember last night for many years to come.
When he finally sits up, Mingyu looks towards your bed, and heâs not shocked to find you still sleeping. This is the third day waking up in the same room as you, and Mingyuâs becoming accustomed to the fact that you sleep in longer than he does.
Heâs becoming accustomed to your cute, unsuspecting, resting face.
It makes sleeping on the couch worth it, and his sore muscles are almost forgotten- until he has to stand up, and they scream at him again.
Cheol is sitting up in his bed, scrolling through his phone, and he looks up when Mingyu stretches his arms above his head to release his shoulder tension.
âDid you sleep well?â Cheol mouths at him.
The two have been scared to even whisper in the mornings - scared to wake you up - and have adopted this silent way of communicating. Mingyu nods quickly, pointing back at his hyung as if to say âand you?â
Another quick nod, plus a thumbs up, then Cheol makes the motion of a man shoveling food into his mouth and points to the door.
Mingyu holds up his hand, âgive me five minutesâ and slowly begins to tiptoe to the bathroom, where he can have some water, fix his hair, and change into better clothes.Â
Itâs a routine theyâve gotten used to, and for the third day in a row, Mingyu prays that when he exits the bathroom, by some miracle, youâll be awake and eager to join them in the resort restaurant for breakfast.
Mingyu and Seungcheol - quite predictably - end up weathering the early morning elements without you, and itâs on the snowy path that Mingyu tells Cheol âI think Iâm going to skip skiing today.â
âReally?â Seungcheolâs shock is written all over his face.
Mingyu nods. âI feel bad that weâre always ditching y/n- and we mostly go on the slopes she canât ski on, so⊠I figured, after breakfast, I'd stay behind at the cabin and wait till she wakes up, then see what she wants to do today.â
Thereâs a long pause, and then Seungcheol sighs. âI see how it is.â
âHmm?â
âYou also walked her home last night after the dinner. Hannie, Joshie and I stayed up drinking, you usually join, but instead, you walked y/n home.â
âWe were both tired,â Mingyu defends himself. âWatched a bit of a movie, then fell asleep.â
âIs that all that happened?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean⊠part of me wondered if I should have stayed on Jeonghan and Joshuaâs couch last night, to give you privacy.â
Mingyuâs heart skips a beat in his chest, and he fumbles with the hood of his parka. âWe didnât- we arenât-â
âYou guys danced a lot last night, then you walked her home⊠if itâs not like that then⊠well, people might get the wrong idea.â
âWhoâs people?â Mingyu nearly laughs. âItâs just us here- you think anyone really cared last night?â
âI guess not.â Thereâs a pause, then Seungcheol changes the topic, asking, âWhat do you think youâll have for breakfast today?â
Itâs then that Mingyu realizes, someone did care last night, and that someone, is Cheol.Â
11: Sunday - afternoon
Youâd been a little shocked to find Mingyu reading on the couch when youâd woken up from your long sleep, but when heâd explained to you that heâd stayed behind from skiing with friends to make sure you had a proper buddy for the day, your heart had melted.
After a slow start, the two of you had decided to rent some snow shoes and use the back slope trails, which is how you end up climbing one of the smaller mountains together.
âWeâre almost at the top,â Mingyu tells you, pulling out the trail map provided by the resort. You try to catch your breath while he points to a spot on the paper. âI think weâre about here, so just-â he drags his finger up the green line, âthis far to the top.â
âAre you sure?â you laugh, grasping onto his arm to pull yourself closer so you can get a good look at the map.
Thereâs a pause, then he shakes his head, âNo. We could also be sort of lost.âÂ
âDonât say that-â you grin, pushing at him, âyouâve been mostly using this map alright- I trust you, and your trail-following capabilities.â
âMaybe you shouldnât though,â Mingyu insists. âHonestly, following maps is definitely Cheolâs thing. One time, we were on a road trip, and we were going down this road for half an hour before we had to pull over and he got to look at the map- weâd missed a turn and it set us back like two hours-â
âItâs easier to miss a highway turn than a trailhead,â you assure him. âCome on, we said weâd climb this small mountain, and then we can take the lift back down and finish our movie from last night at the cabin- just think about our nice, warm cabin-â
âNice, warm cabin,â Mingyu nods, folding the map back up to put in the pocket of his parka. âLetâs go, we can do this.â
You watch the large, beautiful man pull away from you and continue your trajectory up, and you canât help but smile, echoing the sentiment, âwe can do this.âÂ
12: Sunday - evening
Seungcheol had been surprised to find the cabin empty after skiing, and heâd been even more surprised when he went to the restaurant to find you and Mingyu not there either.Â
However, he does find Jeonghan, who informs him that heâd seen you and Mingyu getting snow shoes a few hours ago, and Seungcheolâs heart sinks.
Thereâs a storm coming, and darkness has already begun to settle in across the resort-Â
He hopes, for both your sakes, that youâre not on the top of the mountain, lost in the trails, when the worst of the winter weather hits.
After waiting diligently for his meal order to come through, Seungcheol ends up trekking back to your cabin with food and firewood in hand just as the snow begins to get heavier.
The last thing he expects when he enters your lodging, is to find you sitting there with a minty green facemask on, and for a second, he stands in the doorway just staring at you.
You break eye contact first, calling out âCheolâs back!â and a moment later, Mingyu comes out of the bathroom, mid-facemask application.
âCheol!â Mingyu beams, rubbing the green goo against his cheek, âyouâre back from skiing!â
âI was back earlier-â Seungcheol closes the door behind him, âstopped here for a bit but you guys werenât around.â
âWe just got back from a snowshoe hike like, twenty minutes ago?â Mingyu tells him, looking at you for confirmation. Seungcheol watches the way you nod at Mingyu, and his friend lights up. This time, when he says âtwenty minutes ago,â he says it with confidence.
âWell, I brought food and firewood,â Seungcheol sighs, kicking off his snow boots and entering the small space.
âFirewood?â Youâre looking at him again, and Seungcheol canât find it within himself to meet your eyes while youâre green in the face like this, so instead, he sets the food down and moves to the small cast iron fireplace in the corner.
âDid you think this cabin heats itself?â The question comes out much snarkier than heâd intended, and he regrets it as he begins to build the fire.
âNo- I mean, I noticed it was cold when we got in twenty minutes ago- but I donât know, I sort of assumed that maybe hotel staff would bring the wood and keep the embers going-â
Seungcheol scoffs. Of course another good deed of his would go unappreciated.Â
âItâs plausible!â you try to insist.
âI never said anything.â
âYou scoffed, you went like-â you mimic the throaty annoyed sound heâd made, âyou went like that, a scoff- you scoffed at me!â
âHereâs your dinner,â Seungcheol pushes the bag of takeout towards you across the floor, eyes fixed on the fire heâs still building.
âWhat if I donât want your food? What if I want to finish with this mask and go grab food for myself?âÂ
Seungcheol sighs again. âThereâs literally a storm coming in- if you go out, youâre going to get windswept away- just eat the food I brought.â
âWhat if I donât like the food you brought?â you insist again, and Seungcheolâs getting real tired of your bratty stubbornness.Â
âYou will, itâs what youâve been eating for two nights in a row.â
This finally gets you to open the bag heâd brought, and you remove the three takeout items, eying them. âHow did you know I like this?â
âLike I said- youâve eaten it two nights in a row.â
âWhy were you watching?â
âOh my god,â Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his hair. âJust say thank you and eat your fucking food while I make this fire so you donât freeze to death- why does everything have to be so hard with you?â
Thereâs a long pause, and he hears the sound of a food container opening.Â
Heâs thankful youâve finally shut up and are going to eat.
âEven without the fire- this cabin is well insulated enough that we wouldnât die,â you say after a moment. âThe hotel wouldnât be able to have a cabin where its renters could just die.â
If he hadnât just lit the fire, Seungcheol might have considered allowing you to test your theory out of spite.
âYou always need to have the last word, donât you, brat?â He stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants before turning to look at you.
You open your mouth to respond- but quickly shrink under his hard gaze.
A moment later, you pick up the remote, and a movie begins to play.
At least in this, Cheolâs gotten the last laugh.Â
13: Monday - morning
âFuck-â Jeonghanâs cursing does more to wake Joshua up than the knock at their cabin door had, and the younger irish twin goes to cover his ears while Jeonghan stumbles out of bed.
âWho is it?â Joshua groans, giving in and sitting up, squinting at the door that his brother throws open to reveal their eldest friend.
âAre you two really still sleeping?â Seungcheol pushes into the cabin, throwing his gloves down before gruffly kicking off his boots.
âWhat time is it?â Jeonghan asks, rubbing at his eyes and groaning before running back to nosedive into his bed.
âLate enough that you should both be awake.â
âY/nâs not awake,â Jeonghan insists, tucking himself back under the covers, âand I donât see Mingyu anywhere- why do they get a free pass from your bitching but we donât?â
âBecause theyâre not my ski buddies today,â Seungcheol says smoothly. âSeriously, whatâs up with you two- and why is it so cold in here?â
They all look towards the castiron fire place, and the emptiness of it gives Joshua a chill that he feels tingling through his entire body.
âWe thought we had enough firewood to carry us over from the evening and into the night, so neither of us picked up any dry wood from the hotel yesterday-â Joshua begins to explain.
âEvidently you both ran out,â Cheol concludes, scanning the rest of the small space with his precise, all-knowing, eyes. His gaze lingers on the bottle of fireball on the coffee table. âInstead of running to get more wood, you guys took to drinking, huh?â
âItâs not like we were going to cuddle,â Jeonghan groans.
âSo youâre both hung over.â
âJust a little,â Joshua sighs, swinging his legs out of his bed. âGive us half an hour and I can be up.â
âItâs funny,â Cheol says, moving to sit on the couch, âI just had a fight with your step-sister last night about whether weâd freeze to death if we forgot firewood- and at the same time, you guys were over here, resorting to fireball instead of an actual fire-â
âItâs not like we could go out and grab wood once we realized we didnât have enough,â Jeonghan defends himself. âThe storm was really bad.â
âAnd itâs going to be bad for the next few days,â Seungcheol tells them, âso you better get used to grabbing firewood every evening after dinner.â
Both of his friends groan. âSure, dad,â Jeonghan buries his head in his pillows. âYou know what? If youâre going to be like this, maybe Iâll sleep in and not be your ski buddy today.â Â
âMingyu ditched me yesterday, and now youâre ditching me today-â Seungcheol clicks his tongue, âam I really being that much of a dick this vacation?â
Itâs Joshua who responds, pointing out, as thoughtfully as he can; âyou have been more of a dick than usual.âÂ
To which Seungcheol replies, âYeah, well, you guys have been pissing me off more than usual.âÂ
Except, Joshua knows itâs not necessarily he and Jeonghan who have been pushing Seungcheolâs buttons this trip- but he keeps that to himself.Â
14: Monday - afternoon
After skipping out on skiing with his friend and brother, Jeonghan had gotten some much-needed rest. Then, around lunchtime, heâd left his cabin in search of food only to bump into you and Mingyu doing the same thing.
As if that wasnât coincidence enough, when your odd trio had entered the resort restaurant, youâd found Joshua and Seungcheol midway through their own meals.
Jeonghan had insisted you all join together, fully intending to meddle with you and your cabin mates. After all, heâd just gotten some sleep, and his mischievous mind was eager to stir the pot.
To his disappointment, the seating arrangements make poking peopleâs buttons difficult- with Cheol all but ignoring you from his vantage point as far from you as possible.
Despite the less-than-ideal format of your table, Jeonghan still finds a way to draw everyone into the conversation when he states, âso I heard there was a fight over cabin temperature last night.â
This earns Jeonghan a rough kick under the table from Cheol, as well as a harsh look from you.Â
âWho said that?â you ask.
âCheol did,â Jeonghan smiles through the pain in his shin, and this time, when Cheol goes to kick him, a quick movement of his leg has him narrowly avoiding his friendâs boot. âThis morning, when he came to pick of Joshie for skiing.â
âIt wasnât a fight,â you go to insist, but the harsh glare you send Seungcheolâs way has Jeonghan nearly laughing.
âDefinitely not a fight,â Mingyu confirms, and Jeonghan almost feels bad for the way heâs sat between you and Seungcheol. A man caught between two stormy personalities ready for a clash.
âIf it makes you feel any better,â Jeonghan says, âwe ran out of wood last night, and we didnât die.â
You sigh, leaning back in your chair. âWell, thatâs good to know.âÂ
âY/n was saying last night,â Mingyu adds, âthat she doubted weâd die without wood- hotel regulations and everything-â
âWas Cheol insisting youâd die without a fire?â Joshuaâs eyes have widened, and he leans in, elbows on the table next to Jeonghanâs food. âCheol? Really?âÂ
âHe was just being dramatic,â you say, and Jeonghan watches the way his friendâs ears turn red at your statement.
âSays the girl who was going to go out in the storm instead of eating the food I brought for her.â Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. Heâs glaring at his plate, and a thick tension blankets the table.
Jeonghan loves it.
But then something happens that he couldnât possibly predict: your parents enter the restaurant, and before he knows it, youâre hopping up to go say hello to Seulki and your father, leaving the men to deal with the unresolved tension.
âAre you trying to start something?â Seungcheol whispers angrily as soon as youâre out of earshot, his angry gaze fixed on Jeonghan.
âWho, me?â Jeonghan touches his chest, pretending to be the most innocent person in the room. âI was just looking for conversation. Besides, weâre the oneâs who forgot firewood last night, itâs quite embarrassing for us.â
âYou donât look embarrassed,â Seungcheol notes, sitting back in his chair.
âHe has no shame,â Mingyu adds, nodding sympathetically.
âYouâre right, I donât,â Jeonghanâs grin widens, and he looks over Seungcheolâs shoulder to see you leaving the restaurant. âNow that itâs just us, I suppose I should be a good big brother and figure out which one of you intends to fuck my new step-sister.â
Mingyu had been taking a sip of his drink, and now heâs choking, which only adds to Jeonghanâs delight.Â
âJeonghan,â Joshuaâs harsh warning bounces off the elder brother, whose smile is becoming something akin to the Cheshire Catâs.
âNeither of us are going for your stupid step-sister,â Seungcheol growls, thumping Mingyu on the back to aid with the water caught in his lungs.
âOh, so youâre both in denial?â Jeonghanâs eyes widen. âIâd thought at least Mingyu would fess up.â
âFess up to what?â Mingyu says between coughs. âIâm just being nice to her!â
Jeonghan nods. âSure you are.â
âWhy do you all think I want to fuck your stepsister?!â Mingyu whisper screams at his friends, doing a quick look around the restaurant before adding, âyou guys are all horrible.â
âCheolâs been bugging you about this too, huh?â Itâs one of the first things Joshuaâs really said, and Jeonghan realizes his brother is right.Â
âBet he had a lot to say about the way you danced with our sister at the wedding.â
âWere you all watching that?!â Mingyuâs eyes have widened.Â
âIt was quite the spectacle,â Jeonghan plays with his glass of water. âCheol was jealous.â
âWhat!?â This time, when Seungcheol misses Jeonghanâs shin with his foot, the whole table shakes from impact along the underside of it. âWas not! I didnât even dance with her- how could I be jealous when I never even danced with your stupid sister-â
âStop calling her stupid,â Joshuaâs harsh tone is a surprise to everyone, and the table goes quiet. âJust because youâre in denial about everything doesnât mean you get to call our new sister stupid.â
âSomeoneâs taking their older brother role a little seriously-â Seungcheol lets out a whistle.
âDeflect all you want,â Joshua sighs, âChange the topic and make fun of me, but at the end of the day, youâre only making things harder on yourself⊠both of you.â
For a moment, both Seungcheol and Mingyu are put on the spot, then Seungcheol insists, âWeâre not doing anything.â
âAnd denial is a river in Egypt,â Joshua sighs, shocking the whole table with a pop culture quote- something thatâs very unlike him. âCheol, youâre done eating, letâs leave these two and get a few more runs in before the storm makes skiing impossible.âÂ
15: Monday - evening
Sitting on the floor with your roommates, roasting marshmallows on the fire while the storm rages outside, you find yourself noticing all the small details about them both.
Itâs the first night that youâve actually allowed yourself to take a breath and relax, accepting that, with the extreme weather, there is really nothing else that can be done except to work on enjoying your company.
Mingyu is easy, as youâve grown accustomed to having him around. Youâve gotten used to his large form, the clumsiness and easy smiles.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is something youâre newly exploring, sneaking glances at his side profile whenever you think heâs fully distracted in his marshmallow making.
Unlike Mingyu, who thrusts his treat into the fire and watches it burn, Seungcheol is meticulous about his food, preferring a spot where his marshmallow can slowly turn golden near the embers.
Heâs got a pretty side profile, and thereâs a stubborn set to his jaw when he focuses, eyes fixed on flames that light his face in pretty hues.Â
His nose is also quite striking, and along with his strong brow, his face is altogether quite attractive, something youâve been fighting yourself on since the moment you entered the cabin and heâd been cold to you.
Thereâs something about the duality of him that has your heart racing whenever heâs around.Â
Youâre never sure which Cheol youâre going to get.
Youâve had glimpses of his softer side, especially on your first day when heâd carried you to bed and then left you a map- then thereâd been the way he brought you your dress shoes after youâd forgotten to pack them and trekked to the hotel in snow boots on the day of the wedding-
It seems as if Seungcheol is the kind of man who likes to do nice things for you when youâre not watching, but after your small altercation last night, wherein youâd realized heâs also been doing fire duty, youâve made more of an attempt to notice small things.
 Small things like the way he takes the perfect golden marshmallow out of the fire, places it between two chocolate graham crackers, and hands it to you without a word, giving you the best sâmore of the night.
He balances his kindness to you by offering Mingyu the sâmore after, and you think he must be doing it as if to say âyouâre not special, Iâll share with everyoneâ but you canât help but think there might be more to it.Â
To your surprise, Mingyu is the first of the three of you to get sleepy, and after a quick washup in the bathroom, heâs collapsing onto the couch and falling asleep.Â
For the first time since arriving at the cabin, you find yourself truly alone with Seungcheol, no big, human buffer to keep you both in line.
The silence is thick. Even so, in the quiet, Seungcheol gives you wide birth to go wash your face and brush your teeth while he cleans up the few items from your sâmores.
Thereâs hardly anything to be said, and the two of you find yourselves getting into your own beds in no time at all.
âTurning off the light,â Seungcheol tells you, hand reaching for the lamp chord.Â
He pauses, waiting for your curt âokayâ before following through with his statement of intent, and the room is captured in darkness.
The wind howls outside, drowning out any sounds of your roommates breathing, and for a little while, you can almost pretend youâre alone.Â
Almost.Â
In the dark, your mind begins to have all sorts of thoughts, and you surprise yourself when words slip out of you; âIâm sorry for calling you dramatic today.â
The air feels thick and heavy, a few beats of silence passing that almost convince you Seungcheolâs asleep, but then, he responds. âIâm sorry for referring to our disagreement last night as âa fightâ when I talked to Jeonghan this morning.âÂ
âItâs okay,â you say quietly.Â
For a short while, you think nothing else is going to be said, but then; âGoodnight y/n.â
You take a breath, wrapping yourself tighter in your blankets. âGoodnight, Cheol.âÂ
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idk if ur requests are open but i can't stop thinking about dog dad s.coups đ§ââïžđ§ââïž
snap shoot - c.sc
pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader
genre: dogdad!seungcheol, established relationship, pure fluff, one shot
summary: coming home after a long day of work to find your boyfriend in his peak dog dad form.
warnings: none (i think)
wc: 450
a/n: omg anon!! i love dog dad s.coups more than anything, thank you for the request! ïżœïżœïżœđ©
âThanks for the ride!â you say to your colleague as he pulls up in front of your apartment building. You make sure to wait for the car to drive away before you let out a deep sigh, releasing all of the stress that had built up throughout the workday. It was almost 9:30pm by the time that you stepped out of the office. That was the worst part about being a translator, you had decided early on, time zones keeping you chained to your desk.Â
Itâs okay, you remind yourself, the work week is over and youâre finally able to shut off your brain.
âCheol?â you call out once you open your door, dropping your keys on the kitchen island. Thereâs no response, you try again, âSeungcheollll?â you sing, wandering into the living room in search of your boyfriend. Nope, not in there.Â
Youâre exhausted, having given up hope of a hug from Seungcheol, you head into the bedroom, ready to crash.Â
And⊠there he is⊠scrunched up on the floor�
âCheol? What on earthâŠâ you say, truly puzzled by the man.
âI canât get the right angle.â He replies through gritted teeth, moving slightly to reveal Kkuma, perfectly dolled up, sitting with her tongue flopped out of her mouth.
You laugh, the absurdity of the situation fascinating you.Â
âBabe itâs not funny, look how cute she is!âÂ
âYouâre right,â you respond, clearing your throat, âthis is serious.âÂ
You crouch down behind Seungcheol, peering over his shoulder to get a good look at the cameraâs viewfinder.
âOkay, left a bit,â you begin directing, âmove down⊠okay right a smidge.âÂ
Perfect.Â
âDon't. Move. A. Muscle.âÂ
âKkuma! Look over here! Thatâs it, look at your Dad! Oh, so cute, good girl!â You begin cooing at Kkuma, directing her attention to the camera, as the shutter clicks repeatedly.
He looks at the camera, admiring his work.
âHow is it?â you ask, your arms resting around him as you watch the dog from over his shoulder.Â
âLook!â He squeals, turning around to show you.Â
The fast movement almost knocks you over but heâs quick to catch you, his face reddening with embarrassment.Â
You laugh at his clumsiness as his arm wraps tightly around you, âIâm sorryâ he whines dramatically.Â
âIâll guess⊠Iâll let it slide just this once.â you tease.Â
He leans in closer, placing a tender kiss on your lips, and you melt like you always do.Â
Breaking apart, you smile sweetly, âSo⊠are you gonna show me the photos?â
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The Other Members Catch You Two Together- Seventeen
Returning this post fixed & breakdown free đ€đ» Warnings: đ€đ» suggestive at times, lil language, very minor injury mention
S.Coups
⥠"You have to be more careful, ok?" "I wasn't exactly trying to fall and skin my knee," you giggled at your boyfriend's mother-hen chastising.
⥠Usually you were just as caring, having fawned over other Seventeen members enough times that some of them shot jokingly suggestive glances to Seungcheol about you, not knowing he was already your boyfriend and they had the step-parent they all seemed to desire.
⥠Shaking his head, Seungcheol peeled the little protective tabs off the bandage and stuck it gently to your knee, giving it a cute little pat to stay down.
⥠âThank you, doctor,â you teased from the counter heâd set you on, looking down at him from your boosted height with fluttering lashes. âAnytime, love. Just be careful, ok?â He asked, hands sliding to your sides. âOk,â you agreed, a pleasant shiver running up your body, âbut I must admit I like my doctor a lot.â âYour doctor likes you,â your boyfriend smiled, pulling you closer by your waist into a lean and pressing his lips to yours.
⥠âHey, Coups, whereâs the- whoa! Seungcheol! (y/n)!â The voice of mock-scandal echoing through the open air of the restroom belonged to Jeonghan, who remained in the doorway smirking at you two. âDonât worry, I wonât tell.â âOh, great, thatâs kind of-â âI wonât tell ifâŠâ âOne moment,â your boyfriend squeezed your hand before pulling his bandmate aside, gaze intense.
Jeonghan
⥠"Come on, lazy bones! Get up!" Usually, you were the only one who had much convincing power over Jeonghan. Some of the other members had their suspicions on that, most of them shrugged and accepted Jeonghan for the enigma he was.
⥠Today, though, that power seemed to be waning, as your boyfriend just shook his head, shimmying deeper into the couch cushions if that was possible. All you wanted was to take him on a little outing, but you knew how he got. Shaking your head, you just gave him an exasperated smile and eyeroll. "Alright, if that's how it's going to be..."
⥠You plopped gently on top of him, rolling your eyes again at his smile of victory as his arms wrapped around you. "...then I'm going to squish you!" "Squish away," Jeonghan replied simply, rubbing his cheek lightly against yours. Like it or not, that man was your favorite pillow, your weakness as much as everybody else's, and you caved against his touch instantly, body relaxing atop his warmth.
⥠Sliding his cheeks over a bit, he pressed his lips to yours, pecking you multiple times until you took hold of the back of his head, keeping him still for a real kiss. Because you knew if you were going to up the ante, so was he, and this time was no exception: your slow, sweet kiss quickly turned into parted lips, Jeonghan's tongue darting lightly between them as his hands slid up and down your back. Both of you were smiling into the newfound makeout session, your legs melting down to start wrapping around him...
⥠"Oh my God! Alright, leaving the room, LEAVING!" Jolting upright, you peeked over the back of the couch to see Seungkwan scurrying like a chased mouse back out of the living room, hand clapped over his eyes to avoid even one more look at his roommate. You couldn't help laughing, but you still asked Jeonghan if he should go talk to him. "Hmmm," he pretended to think, tapping his head before slinking his hands about your waist again, "maybe later."
Joshua
⥠You leaned against the side of the bed like a lovestruck cartoon teen as Joshua strummed his guitar, shooting those same heart eyes back to you. All of Seventeen knew you as his good friend, and you guys had yet to break the news that your connection went beyond that. The time to yourselves, though, was absolute bliss.
⥠"Alright, enough practice, I have a song just for you," Joshua spoke softly, strumming momentarily paused as he further captured your attention. Soon, sweet notes started up again, this time accompanied by Joshua's heavenly voice.
⥠It had been a while since you two got time together like that, and maybe Joshua was feeling it too, as he sang you Ed Sheeran's Photograph. Corny, sure, but you didn't care for one moment as he sang about love captured in pictures, keeping him forever close to you in the pocket of your jeans or in a locket by your heart.
⥠"I love you," you whispered as he finished the song, your head spinning and heart swelling with all the sweet words from his lips and stares from his beautiful brown eyes. "I love you, too," he replies, voice still soft as he sets his guitar on the bed, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
⥠"That's so sweet!" Both of you shifted back, jumping to face the doorway where Jun stood, fake sobbing. "I think I might cry." Relief flooded Joshua's expression as he shook his head, but Jun immediately swore secrecy. "You're the best." "Anything for my cute lovebirds!" "He's going to call us that forever, isn't he?"
Jun
⥠You bring out Jun's silly side for sure, but nobody questions your playful behavior as much more than friendship. At least most of the time...
⥠Enamored is the only word you could think of to describe how much you love your new outfit. It fits like a glove, embodies your style, you name it, it has it. You love it so much, in fact, Jun decides it's photoshoot time.
⥠So there he is, bent over at a ridiculous angle because he insists that's how the photographers do it and laughing because you can't take him seriously, striking hilarious over-the-top poses in response. "There we go! Work it, (y/n)!" Jun jokes back, beaming as he takes the opportunity to capture plenty of silly photos of the one he loves most.
⥠It is in the midst of the sweet moment of joy for Jun that Seokmin walks up, giggling at the praise and calls of 'work it' coming from his hyung. "You like (y/n), don't you? That's so cute!" Jun tries not to freeze too hard, fails, glances at you as you exchange a nod.
⥠"It's not just that he likes me," you answer Seokmin with a grin and another pose, this one with a heart, "he's dating me!" The way the singer's jaw dropped was hilarious enough you wish Jun had turned the camera on him to capture it before it melted into a smile, Jun and you getting scooped up in a celebratory hug.
Hoshi
⥠Youâre the one more concerned about keeping it from the guys, worried how they would react to you being more than friends with one of the large friend group.
⥠Soonyoung however? Respects you but doesnât personally give a shit, so pushing the boundaries is fun for him. He just wants to climb a mountain and scream to the world how he feels about you!
⥠Instead of a mountain, though, his climb is into bed with you after a night spent with the guys. Kicking his shoes off, Soonyoung gleefully slides under the sheets of the bed you recline in, laying on his side to face you as close as humanly possible. "Soonyoung, what if someone sees?" You ask between giggles as he pulls you into him. "Is that really so bad? I'm used to the teasing and I can give it right back. Besides, Chan'll do something that has them back to teasing him in no time." Leaning the mere centimeters it takes to close the gap, Soonyoung captures your lips in a short but deep kiss that has your tired heart doing gymnastics. Your eyes soften and he kisses you again and again until all your spinning head can do is agree. "Alright, maybe we should tell them."
⥠The problem here? In the morning, Wonwoo, having passed by that very room after you'd left it, spotted Soonyoung's kicked-off shoes and socks piled suspiciously near your own outerwear, clearly has the wrong impression. It all starts to dawn on you as he avoids your eyes, laughs to himself. You kick Soonyoung under the table, nod Wonwoo's way.
⥠"Uh, Wonwoo? Can I talk to you for a second?" Soonyoung looks to you for approval, and though mentally you're smacking your forehead you just nod him off from your adjacent seat. You can still hear faint traces of the conversation around the corner, yours and Soonyoung's chairs having been nearest the doorway, chuckling as you catch your boyfriend calling his bandmate a pervert before shuffling around the corner with him again, Wonwoo shaking his head as Soonyoung gives you a thumbs-up.
Wonwoo
⥠Private in general, Wonwoo doesnât struggle to hide his relationship with you and just keep it between you and him. He isnât crazy for PDA or anything, so you two easily pass as very close friends.
⥠However, you guys got a little too comfortable once and that was your downfall. It all started when you bust out a silly little war simulator game from your childhood, challenging your boyfriend to a round or two which he gladly accepted.
⥠It played on a handheld console, so you two could just sit together and pass the switch at the end of your turn. You started the match at each otherâs side, sneaking glances at Wonwooâs activity as he teasingly held the screen up from you.
⥠Subconsciously, though, you drew closer, knees brushing, thighs overlapping and arms flush, until without even realizing youâd done it youâd made your way into Wonwooâs lap, your boyfriend opening his posture a bit to hold you more comfortably like the puzzle pieces your bodies were. You played like that with no thoughts save for strategizing about how to advance your units and hints of distraction at the sensation of your back against Wonwooâs chest.
⥠Thank the stars above, it was Minghao who found you like that, stopping after a small double-take to lean against the doorframe, arms crossed in teasing satisfaction as he nodded your way. "So, when did this happen, hm?"
Woozi
⥠Neither of you were exactly all over each other, so in your minds this was a secret you could practically keep forever if you wanted to. The special treatment you gave Jihoon was so subtle the guys didnât really pick up on it, which was part of what made it so fun!
⥠Having an intelligent, practical boyfriend, after all, it wasnât out of the question that his ideas simply were just frequently good enough for you to agree with. And it if was a music question? They already trusted his decision without you liking his version better. The fact that you wore his favorite color a lot and always seemed to bring by his favorite snacks just went over their heads when they were asking you a thousand other questions about arrangements or even whose joke was better.
⥠Your downfall happened the day you were torn on your decision. Two of Seventeenâs leaders had come to you with varying song opinions, and as you listened to both Jihoon and Seungcheolâs versions, you really liked them both. One definitely had a more subtle approach, but did that suit the songâs nature? After a bit of convincing, you still went with Jihoonâs version, much to Seungcheolâs teasing as he left the studio to get a drink.
⥠âYou almost betrayed me!â Jihoon teased you as you jokingly sidled to his chair. âHis version was good,â you protested, âI had to be honest! Besides, canât make it too obvious how much I favor you, right?â âFair enough,â Jihoon replied with a small smile, reaching up from his seat to cup your cheek, pulling your lips into his.
⥠A few crackling thuds snapped you out of your warm reverie, the feeling of his soft touch. Jumping back, you saw Seungcheol standing in the doorway, open hand having clearly dropped his water bottle. Still sealed, luckily. Slowly, a devilish knowing smile spread across his face. âOh my God. That makes so much sense, actually.â
DK
⥠Seventeen is confused as all getout watching you two interact because theyâre just besties right??? Wait they totally like each other???
⥠You and Seokmin are very close, obviously. Heâs always shooting you hearts and youâre always bringing him along on snack runs and laughing uncontrollably over some stupid joke you two made. It definitely comes across as potentially flirtyâŠ
âĄâŠprobably because you guys have been dating for two whole months without having any direct conversations about it, all the other members too confused by the dynamic to directly ask if the shift theyâve perceived has actually occurred. You guys are shy enough not to kiss in front of the members and show off all the affection Seokmin loves showering you with when itâs just you two.
⥠So by the time youâve just assumed everyone knew, itâs when that PDA comfort has had a natural unspoken increase and whatâs it to you guys or anyone around you if Seokmin puts his arm around you as you sit on the couch, looking at you with the adoring eyes that were nothing new.
⥠âLook guys, look! See, I told you! I knew it!â Gaze swiveling to the other side of the room, you and Seokmin catch Mingyuâs frantic exclamations as he points your way, drawing the equally energetic Soonyoung to laugh and shout too. âYou didnât know?â Seokmin just asks, smiling widely as his protective grip proudly tightens a bit, bringing a wider smile to your own lips at the warmth. âHow could we? You two are so confusing!â Soonyoung shoots back. âI dunno,â you shrug, eyes falling back to meet your boyfriendâs with your own glint of pride, âmakes sense to me.â
Mingyu
⥠âHere, let me help you.â âMingyu, Iâm washing my hands!â You giggle. âOh, all right.â The bug had gotten into your head about baking and Mingyu finally caved when youâd been shopping together and found the cutest sprinkles to go with your sugar cookie recipe.
⥠Sticky dough coats your hands and connects your fingers before you put them under the warm running water, feeling the chunks break up and float away from your skin. The cookies are all in the oven now. âNow what should we do while we wait?â
⥠âI can think of a few things,â Mingyu replies mischievously and without hesitation, stepping behind you to snake his arms around your waist. âHoney,â you use the nickname that always makes his beautifully matching skin blush, âarenât the rest of the guys coming back here?â You are in your boyfriendâs dorms, after all.
⥠âNot for a bit unless anyoneâs planning on being early. Knowing Seventeen, not likely,â he says, âso what do you say?â Before you can respond heâs scooping you up in his arms and any protest rising to your lips falls off in favor of a happy squeak as youâre set gingerly upon a clean section of the counter. Your gaze is just about even with Mingyuâs as your hands find his shoulders, his firmly holding your hips as he leans in for a kiss. Giving in as you so often did, you deepened it almost immediately, moving faster before you feel his tongue slide its way between your lips-
⥠âOh, Iâm so sorry, Iâll come back later.â The warmth of Mingyuâs hands leaves your hips as he steps back, chastising mutters immediately leaving his lips. Your eyes fly back open to see poor (and very flustered-looking) Joshua getting chased out of the kitchen by your boyfriend, him whining about the gentlemanâs punctuality all the while. Hopping off the counter, you canât help but chuckle and check the cookies with a fond shake of your head. You knew what you were getting into all along.
The8
⥠oh you KNOW yâall are pros at hiding it you go MONTHS without a hint of suspicion đ
⥠It literally takes a moment of fate to orchestrate the downfall of your secrecy, all the stars aligning perfectly and imperfectly for one outing.
⥠The two if you had gone to peruse a pop-up gallery while it was in your neck of the woods, taking a stroll through the small room of sculptures brought in for the event. The theme was the sea, many of the pieces perfectly capturing crashing waves, breaching whales, the beautiful glistening arcs and fascinations of earthâs mysterious water.
⥠Never would you have expected to run into any of the guys there until you heard the voices behind you. âThis oneâs cool, I love how the- hey, wait, isnât that Minghao and (y/n)?â Minghao wanted to keep moving, but the second voice agreed and at that point you turned around, recognizing them easily as Soonyoung and Jihoon.
⥠âI didnât know you guys hung out just the two of you!â âSoonyoung,â Jihoon hissed as he elbowed him, âhe probably asked (y/n) on a date.â âWhy would you assume this is a date?â Minghao shot back. âThe way (y/n) was holding your arm,â Soonyoung shrugged before leaning in, challenge glinting in his eyes, âbut if itâs not, youâll be fine if we come with.â Glancing surreptitiously between him and you, Minghao finally sighs. âAll right, fine, itâs a date. Weâve been together for almost six months.â âSIX MONTHS? I didnât even know you liked each other!â Minghao and you canât help exchanging smirks at that, and you feel his hip bump yours playfully.
Seungkwan
⥠âThereâs a little private corner just for us!â You and Seventeen were on a trip, so naturally with such a number of people you guys were staying in a huge-ass house. Unpacking was going to take a while, but hey, whoâd miss two out of fourteen people, right? Having scoped out the house, you ran off with Seungkwan down the hall to the furthest spare room.
⥠It was maybe intended as a child or teenagerâs room, one corner occupied largely by a massive pile of cushions nearly the size of beanbags. Well, you could work with that. âWhatâs this?â âIt looks comfortable,â you shot back, pulling Seungkwan closer, âdoesnât it?â
⥠The moment he relented you tumbled into the pile and he joined you, giggling and taking hold of each other for stability. That didnât last long, though, Seungkwan rolling ever-so-slightly on top of youâŠ
⥠Heat radiated from the press of his body to yours, the warm feeling drawing you in like a lifeline until you tugged him forward by his button-up collar, your lips on his. He responded almost immediately, adding to the electricity sparked between you as his arms fell about your waist. Your plush haven, the feeling of Seungkwanâs lips sliding gently over yours, all of it was heavenâŠ
âĄâŠHeaven broken by a scream that had you heaving up into a seated position, Seungkwan himself scrambling off of you to face the doorway, where Chan stood going off like a siren. âOh God, my eyes! What the hell, you guys! Ugh!â Like a call to action Chanâs shouts drew member after member toward the room to see what was wrong, the maknae spilling the beans anew. Well, so much for whoâd catch two out of fourteen.
Vernon
⥠You guys are just grabbing ice cream nbd
⥠Not even super datelike of an activity for someone to catch you guys in honestly because y'all aren't that sappy of a couple. Vernon and you just wanted ice cream, so of course he was gonna treat you!
⥠As if yâall are living in a drama your ice cream developed a mind of its own, completely missing its trajectory as you raised the cone to your lips, a cold vanilla-base droplet spotting your cheek. âDo you have a napkin?â You ask Vernon, letting go of his hoodie edge and extending the newly emptied hand, but his eyes are fixed on the little drip. âNah,â he chuckled teasingly, pressing his lips to your cheek and bringing a flush to them as you feel his tongue swipe the ice cream off gently beneath the kiss.
⥠âUhhh, thatâs not usually how you get ice cream off of your friends,â jokes a clearly awkward voice at your backs. Turning, youâre faced with Jun and Jeonghan, cones in hand and wince on face in Junâs case.
⥠âCome on Jun, I told you Hansol was into (y/n) ever since he magically got into Animal Crossing,â Jeonghan shot back, arms crossed, âIâve never seen him throw himself into anything faster.â He turned his proud gaze back to you guys. âSo, whatâll you do to keep this a secret, huh?â For that, Jun elbowed him.
Dino
⥠Chan is DEAD SET on keeping things between you two for at least a little while and youâre not offended because you know the sole reason has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the relentless teasing of his hyungs.
⥠So when you guys get together for a private dance lesson, Chan just plays it off as needing the space to film a danceology.
⥠Instead heâs teaching you how to count steps, the most comfortable way to hold onto him- which you certainly didnât feign a lack of understanding in to get to touch him that much more. Any wishes in that department, however, are soon granted once music fills the little studio.
⥠Chan is at your back, doing your steps with you as if he had the followâs feet, gripping first your arms to steady you and then shamelessly sliding down to your waist. Turning your head sideways, you feel the warmth of his breath, take it in yourself as your lips hit his, receiving a forceful response the moment they connect. Before youâve even begun dancing Chan is spinning you in his arms, this time so you could face him as he tilts your chin up, leans in hungrily for another kiss that you gladly give him, your hips flush against hisâŠ
⥠âOh, I see why you wanted the room.â You step back, using the hands youâd placed on his chest to practically shove Chan off of you, though his hand instinctively took yours, keeping you only the bare minimum below your flush proximity. Vernon is standing there with smug amusement all over his face, corner of his mouth rising further as he glances between you two. âWhoa, itâs not like that!â You protest, heat blooming beneath your own features. âReally? I kind of thought it was.â âChan! You are not helping our case right now.â
#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#s.coups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dk#mingyu#the8#seungkwan#vernon#dino#seventeen x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader
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i love you, again
your boyfriend has a bit of an endearing habit when he gets drunk and after a stressful day you couldnât be happier to hear it
â pairing s.coups x reader
â genre fluff, slight hurt/comfort (but just the comfort)
â style one-shot/blurb
â word count 1.6k
â warnings drinking (reader has wine, cheol is drunk), talk of being stressed, food, so sickly sweet
â reactions from the gc âYou love me so muchđ„čthis was perfectâ
note i wrote this MONTHS ago for syd and i guess myself cause i had the shittiest week known to man (ignore the formatting idk why i was writing with capitalization bleh)
Seungcheol wasnât known to be a lightweight, especially compared to some of his other band mates, but there were certainly times when heâd gotten past the point of making sense. You predicted that tonight might be one of those when heâd texted you that he and the boys were all going out to celebrate the end of their incredibly successful promotions for their latest comeback. Usually he might invite you to tag along, as many of the members enjoyed bringing their partner along, but he knew youâd had a tough day, the kind only recovered from by alone time, so he had let you know where they were all going and that heâd probably be home a bit late, and you were honestly a bit thankful that you would have the entire apartment to yourself for the next few hours at least. You loved your boyfriend, but honestly if you had to interact with another person face-to-face for very much longer before you had your personal decompression time, you might just break down.
So, when you get home you move as slowly as you feel like, pouring yourself a glass of wine, running a bath with your favorite bubble mix, that you remind yourself to thank your boyfriend for restocking earlier in the week, and ordering your favorite comfort food to be delivered just before your skin would start to wrinkle in the water. Once youâve settled onto the couch with your food and pulled up your favorite movie you can already feel that most of the day has melted off your shoulders.
As the movie ends you check your phone for the first time since you've gotten home, there are a few notifications from your friends and a couple messages from Jeonghan. You two are certainly friends but heâs not really a casual texter so youâre slightly confused until you notice the images heâd attached.
The first picture is just Seungcheol, a candid of him laughing at something one of the other boys must of done or said. He was always better at taking those aesthetic boyfriend pictures of Cheol than you were, but you like to blame it on the years of practice he had before you even knew either of them. The second picture is obviously from later in the night, and you notice that it was only sent a few minutes ago. There are several empty glasses in front of your boyfriend, and you can spot at least three empty soju bottles, but most notably he is very cutely posing for the camera, a blush dusting his cheeks as he pouts his lips.
You giggle as you reply to Jeonghan with a quick and simple laughing emoji before you place your phone back next to you on the couch and set up for your second movie of the night. You donât feel a buzz next to you for the entire first act of the film, Jeonghan often not responding unless he has something else to say, but just as the main character is starting to reach the peak of their conflict your phone lights up with a call from your likely very drunk boyfriend.
You answer as soon as the movie is paused, smiling gently as you say, âHi Cheolie.â
You hear his muffled giggle on the other side of the line before he replies with a drawn out, âHiiii.â
âWhatâs up?â you ask, knowing that he must have called you for a reason.
He giggles again, although this time he forgets to cover the microphone and you can hear the tinkle of his laugh as clearly as your phone speaker will allow. His giggles always had the same effect on you, feeling light stream between your ribs as butterflies brush against your stomach. Instantly the rest of the tension youâd been holding in your body seems to melt away, swallowed by the love struck smile your boyfriend has to be wearing on his face based on the way his next few words come out.
âHmm, I want to tell you something.â He says it lightly and youâre starting to realize how gone he must be. You can faintly hear the muffled sounds of the bar heâd been at for the past several hours but you figure he must have stepped out of the main room, if not all the way outside, because the background sounds donât cover his words at all. âCan I tell you something?â
âYou know you can tell me anything,â you reply quickly, telling the truth even though youâre familiar with the secret heâs about to spill.
Every few months, once your boyfriend has gotten sufficiently inebriated, his memory will seem to fail him and he will forget how far youâd gotten into your relationship. This means that wherever he is, whatever he is doing he will suddenly have a burst of longing for you and will need to âtell you somethingâ. This something is always along the lines of how much he loves you but he will treat this fact, that you already know and had probably heard him tell you at least five times that day alone, as though itâs a new confession. The other boys think itâs funny but you find it adorable that the man you love returns your feelings so strongly that he basically canât keep them to himself even if heâs not sure you two are even in a relationship.
You hear Seungcheol take a deep breath through the phone before he says, âOkay but itâs really important.â
You chuckle lightly in admiration and try to control your smile as you reply. âWould you rather do it in person?â you ask, never having this happen with him over the phone. Usually this would happen when you were together drinking, so although youâd had a glass of wine earlier you were certainly more sober than youâd been any other time heâd done this.
âNo!â he practically shouts in response. âIâm too nervous,â he responds quietly, although his words are slurring together and so you almost donât hear him.
âOkay,â you say fondly, your own smile no longer able to be fought off by your self control. âIâm listening,â you reassure him as another chuckle slips past your lips.
He takes a pause and you almost wonder if heâs going to not say it. Maybe you misread the situation and he is actually telling you something that youâd rather hear in person. You feel a bubble of doubt form in the bottom of your stomach, itching with nerves as you wait for your boyfriend to stumble through his next words.
As soon as heâs opened his mouth you feel that bubble pop and the itching is replaced with warmth as he, as clearly as he can with all the alcohol running through his system, says, âI love you.â Itâs a firm statement, said with the tone of a fact but the way you can practically feel Seungcheolâs tension radiating through the phone almost makes it feel like a question.
âI love you too,â your reply rolling off your tongue as easy as every time you say it to him but never losing any of the tenderness you hold for your lover.
Seungcheol suddenly releases a breath on the other end of the line and you can almost hear his lips stretch into the loving smile he always gives you after hearing those words.
The next few moments are filled with comfortable silence and youâre almost afraid to break it before you ask, âWhen are you coming home?â
This seems to almost bring him back for a moment as he must be remembering that, not only is this not the first time heâs told you he loves you but, he shares an apartment with you, where he gets to go to bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning. Youâre patient as you wait for him to catch up and you almost feel bad for ruining his romantic alcohol related fantasy until he has suddenly come back to reality.
âRight now,â he says with an urgency, and you can hear him open the door that had separated him from the commotion of the main room. âI want to hold you,â he adds as a sort of explanation and you faintly hear the sounds of Jeonghan calling your boyfriendâs name.
âIâm all yours,â you reply with a light giggle, shaking your head as you get up to move to the bed, turning off your forgotten movie and packing your leftovers for the fridge.
âWow,â he breaths out faintly in disbelief causing you to let out another giggle.
âI love you,â you remind him, partly just to hear him sigh in that lovestruck way he does when heâs in this mood. âIâll see you soon, baby,â you add and you can hear him drop something or bump into something as all the other boys groan at him and you laugh.
âI love you too, bye,â he says quickly as you can hear the boys starting to hound him about what heâs doing before he hangs up.
As you bring the phone away from your ear you notice how different you feel from when you first got home and even from just before your boyfriend called you. The stress from your day had dissipated almost completely and you almost forgot that youâd originally wanted to spend your night alone. So as you get comfortable in bed, and wait for your sweet Cheol to join you, you make a mental note to allow yourself to enjoy your boyfriendâs healing energy when you might feel like isolating again.
⌠misc masterlist
#scoups x you#scoups x y/n#scoups x reader#scoups fanfic#seungcheol x you#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol x y/n#seungcheol imagines#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen fanfic#svt fluff#fluff#comfort#svt imagines#svt x you#svt x y/n#svt x reader#svt ff#scoups fluff#scoups fic#seungcheol fanfic#seungcheol fic#seungcheol ff#scoups ff#imagine#fanfic
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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL |PT.2
banana pancakes (m) by @yoongiseesawmp3
Terrifyingly innocent [masterlist] by @twogyuu
Huff, Puff by @thepixelelf
dimple by @icyminghao
let me take care of you by @icyminghao
FINALLY by @yikesmary
FAKE DATING ROOMMATES by @yikesmary
BOYFRIEND DUTIES by @yikesmary
call you tonight (smau series) by @woozvc
espresso shots by @wqnwoos
Sweet Innocence by @robinhobiii
CAUGHT in a TRAP by @cheolism
GREAT WALL OF BROTHERS (mini-smau series) by @wonuism
loved by @rubywonu
[00:26] by @gyu-effect
[7:17] by @gyu-effect
in your favour, Iâm in your arms. by @seuonji
MORAL OF THE STORY by @nishloves
Sweet Danger by @edenesth
Dearest friend (m) by @bitchlessdino
to be young and in love by @toruro
always only you by @honeyhotteoks
night terror by @smileysuh
[ 05:15 PM ] by @kmazine
[ 10:23 PM ] by @kmazine
[ 02:41 AM ] by @kmazine
RELIABLE by @ncteez
Too Reliable by @ncteez
seungcheol x size kink by @bluejeanstrash
Takes Two to Tango by @gyuwoncheol
admire me (like I do for you) by @wheeboo
when he finds out youâre sick through the internet by @wonwoonlight
keep it quite by @jaemified
bf!S.coups texts (oneshot smau) by @nevernonline
November Flush by @sluttywoozi
TOO MUCH by @hannieehaee
toxicbf!seungcheol by @hannieehaee
haircut by @haoboutyou
3:37 AM by @calicoups
distraction by @calicoups
Seungcheolâs arms are the safest place on earth by @welcometomyoasis
âprove me wrongâ by @berriesandjunnie
Again & Again by @kyeomofhearts
whatâs good? by @fairyhaos
Honey by @anniecheol
DAD OF THE YEAR by @wondernus
to love again [one] by @twogyuu
By The Fire by @milfgyuu
HURTS SO BAD by @babyleostuff
Crossing Boundaries by @wonusite
#Choi Seungcheol#s.coups#seungcheol x reader#scoups imagines#scoups scenarios#scoups fluff#scoups x y/n#s.coups x reader#seungcheol smut#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol fic#choi seungcheol x reader
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Love No Longer
â„ PAIRING: dom!s.coups x fem!reader
â„ WORD COUNT : 5.1K
â„ GENRE(S): smut/slight humor?
â„ SUMMARY: What happens when your friends dare you to break up with your boyfriend over text? AKA I still suck at summaries just read it.
â„ WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, mentions of drinking, sexual acts, face fucking/deep throat, a lil man handling, rough cheol, asphyxiation, overstimulation, lying for a bet
â„ NOTES: Based on THIS prank that Jeonghan did on Coups but with a lil twist...while you're here, read my Mingyu fic: Petty Wars
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You're at your annual sleepover with your friends, the night only getting later. You are all gathered around the living room. You had picked out a move, but it's soon forgotten, nothing more than white noise as you all move on to play drinking games. The game you all are currently playing is a text response game. The rules of the game are simple. You must spin a wheel and wherever you land, you send the corresponding message to someone saved on your phone. Whoever you decide to text has 1 minute to respond. If you fail, you take a shot. It's already late, so you don't have a long list of people to choose from. Your turn finally arrives and you can only think of one person who might still be up at this hour.Â
You spin the wheel, landing on the spot that reads âI'm sorry I can't do this any longer.â Your friends all coo at you as you get ready to send the message.
âWho are you sending it to?â Jurin looks over your shoulder at your phone.
âCheol, he's the only person I can think of that might still be awake.â You reply with a smile.
 "What a dick move to break up over text," Jurin jokes playfully pushing at you.
 "when he gets this, he's gonna fucking kill me. Promise to attend my funeral?"
âWhy are we planning funerals?â your friend Chisa walks back in with more snacks sitting in the small circle that's formed around you, all eyes on your phone.
âTheyâre making me break up with Cheol,â you fake cry before you send the message with a huff. They start the timer. You wait for his reply as the timer continues to tick.Â
âHe never checks his fucking messagesâ you groan, rolling your eyes, clock at 30 secs.Â
You sigh, already accepting your defeat. You grab your shot glass and hold it out to your friend Hyo with a shake. Being the appointed bartender of the night, she pours your shot. The timer finally reaches 0 and you down the shot.
The game continued until the entire group went. The game was a bust. No one got a reply in a timely manner. Who would have guessed everyone would be busy on a late Saturday night. All your other friends are probably out parting or fast asleep. You all are just about to move on to the next game when you hear your phone ring.Â
âOh shit, it's Cheolâ you yell. The girls gather back around, excited squeals fill the room. You quickly hush them so you can take the call.
âHello?â You sigh, trying to put on an act. You had never been good at lying, especially to cheol. You can only hope he can't see through your facade.
âWhat are you talking about?â He gets straight to the point.Â
His voice filters through the phone, thick with sleep sounding slightly raspy. You know how precious his sleep is to him so you feel a bit bad for keeping him up, but with your friends egging you on in the back, you have no choice but to continue with the prank. The show must go on so you pull yourself together and reply.
âI was just thinking⊠and I can't do this anymore. I don't want to argue with you. Let's just end it.â
Silence is all you hear on the other line.
 âWhere are you?â he still sounds unbothered and tired. You roll your eyes, knowing he probably still doesn't believe you. You're known for being bratty when you don't get your way. He probably just thinks you're acting out.Â
âChoi Seungcheol, do you think I'm joking?" You know you're pushing it, but you knew this was the only way he would take you seriously. You only use his full name when you're pissed because you know it makes him mad.
 âAre you for real? Are you still mad about last week? I said I was sorryâ Heâs fully awake now.Â
Last week, you guys got into an argument because he ate your leftovers. You came over after work. You were waiting all day to eat the rest of your kimchi jjigae, but it was gone. He said he ate it because you always leave food in his fridge for days, promising to eat it later. He usually ends up having to throw it out. He claims he didn't want to be wastful, so he ate it.
"You should be thanking me,im saving the planet," he argued
You were already tired from work, and now hungry. You were extra sensitive that day, so you ignored him for 2 hours until he went out and returned with more food. He knows you're one to hold grudges, so he doesn't put it past you to still be upset.
âYou're seriously gonna break up with me over some leftovers?â He says exasperatedly.
âNo, it's not just that Seungcheol, it's other things too. I don't have to explain myself to you. We are over!â you pack in the dramatics.Â
You mute yourself just briefly when you threaten to let out a giggle. Your friends not making it any easier as they can't hold their laughter either. You shush them before unmuting the phone again. It's silent until you hear a scoff from your boyfriend.
âYou can't even say it to my face? Come see me princess, you scared?â Heâs pissed you can practically hear him clenching his jaw.
You try your hardest to shake the nervousness from your voice. âYou don't scare me Cheolâ you roll your eyes.
âOh, now I'm Cheol? What happened to Choi Seungcheol? You better be here within the next hour or I'll come find you. You think I'm playing?â At this point, you know he's being dead serious. You're just about to tell him you're joking when your friend grabs your phone and ends the call abruptly.
âChisa! he's gonna fucking kill me? What are you doing?â You're bewildered as you wait for her answer.
âYou were going to cave, I could tell. I'm only doing what's best for youâ She nods understandingly at you like she's some kind of therapist.
âUm, did you forget we were just jokingâŠ. I'm not actually breaking up with him??? This isn't a game you're playing with my life nowâ You have already been testing his patience tonight. Hanging up in his face definitely got you, like 10 spankings.Â
âBut earlier? You said they were making you break up with him?â
âIt was a joke!â
âOops must have missed that part,â she squeaks nervously, trying to hide away as you hit her with a pillow.
You're about to call him back when Hyo grabs your wrist. âNoo, let's see how far we can take thisâ She smiles wickedly
You wait for her to continue.Â
âGo home, call us, and keep us in your pocket when you confront him,â Hyo finishes
âAre you bitches that bored?â you give them a blank stare.
 âYes,â they return your stare and burst out laughing in unison.
âAnd what would I get from risking my life for you guysâÂ
â50 bucks?âÂ
âhell noâÂ
âfrom all of usâÂ
you stop and pucker your lips in thought âcash app me?âÂ
â-------------------------------------------------
You can only imagine how pissed Cheol is, so to at least lighten your punishment, you heed his warning and arrive within the next 45 minutes. You park your car, and before you exit, you dial up the girls.
 âAlright bitches grab your popcorn⊠Chae, you still ainât send my moneyâ you can hear a groan from the other line, a beat of silence falls before your phone lights up indicating someone has sent you $50.
âThank. Youâ you enunciate with a smirk.Â
âOk, weâre gonna mute ourselves now. Don't hang up!â Jurin cheers.
âalright,â You slip your phone into your pocket.Â
You get out and lock your car with a beep. Youâre sweating bullets, you and Seungcheol have had your fair share of arguments, both of you are never afraid to say what's on your mind but you don't think you have ever pushed this many of his buttons all at the same time before. As you make your way up the drive-thru, you feel a vibration in your back pocket. To double-check that your call was still going, you pulled out your phone. Luckily, the call didn't drop, but you noticed a new notification. It was a text from Cheol.
âDoors openâ, it read.Â
He must have heard you pull up. You walk through the door, and you can see a single light coming from the living room. You walk towards the light. He must have been waiting for you. You enter the room, Seungcheol sitting with his arms crossed across his broad chest, making his arms look even bigger. You hate to say it, but damn, you're glad you pissed him off. He always looked so sexy with his eyes glaring daggers at you. His thighs spread open on the couch. Normally, his man spreading would annoy you, but right now, and all you can do is stare at his thick thighs straining against his jeans. For a moment, you get too caught up in ogling him. Frozen in your spot, you can't find the words to say. Head completely empty, mission forgotten. You must have been out of it for a second too long because Cheol cocks his head to the side with a quirk of his eyebrow.Â
âThought you weren't scared of me pretty girl.â his words snap you out of your trance. Remembering your mission, you set off to give the girlies their money's worth.Â
âI'm here like you asked. What do you want?â You try your best to sound displeased.
âWatch that fucking attitudeâÂ
At first, you were acting, but now he was bringing the real brat out of you. You hated when he thought he could boss you around.Â
âYou don't run me. You ever think that's maybe one of the reasons I wanna break up with you?âÂ
This makes him smile. You can tell by the look in his eyes he's about to say the vilest thing. You brace yourself. Whatever he's about to say you already know your friends aren't letting you live it down.Â
âYou seem to like it when I boss you around if it means you're gonna get some dick? You follow my commands just fine then? When I tell you to drop to your knees and take me down the back of your throat, I don't hear any complaintsâ He shrugs nonchalantly. You clench your fists in embarrassment. You can already feel the string of texts rolling in as your phone silently vibrates in your back pocket.
âIs that all you called me here for? To humiliate me?â you snap.Â
âHumiliate you? Where was that shame when I called you my little fuck doll and you practically came every-âÂ
âAlright, we're done ok. OVER!â You rush out trying to speak louder than him, hoping your friends didn't catch that comment. You know it's no use, those nosey bitches hear everything.
Seungcheol finally rises from the couch and walks toward you calmly. His figure almost towering over your frame the closer he gets. When he reaches you, he bends down to be at eye level with you. He holds eye contact with you, looking deep into your eyes, searching for something. You look away from him, knowing if he looked hard enough, he could still see the love in your eyes. He grabs your face and makes you look at him.Â
"Let me see those eyes princessâ you have no choice but to hold his stare. "That's my good girlâÂ
you can barely keep up the act up anymore.
âYou seriously through with me baby?âÂ
âyesâ you barely whisper
At this exact moment, you know the jig is up. He can see right through you. From the beginning, he knew you were lying. He just had to know for sure for himself. The only thing is, he still can't wrap his head around why you're acting this way.Â
âMy baby just wants to act up right? Not giving you enough attention, is that it?â he mocks your pout and pecks your lips softly.
âYou would never leave me, hmm?" He nods your head for you.Â
All you can do is stare at his lips not hearing a word that comes out.
âWhat happened, baby? Where did that attitude go?â He kisses you deeply this time.Â
Your legs feel like putty under you. He bites your lip, causing you to gasp softly. He takes the chance to lick into your mouth. You almost moan into the kiss, but a buzz from your back pocket reminds you why your here. You try again to hold your ground, barely managing to pull yourself away from his intoxicating kiss.
âYou're not allowed to kiss me anymoreâ you breathe heavily
Seungcheol can't help but become amused at the state he's left you in, breathless just from a kiss. âAnd why is that?â
 You swallow the nerves that threaten to bubble to the surface from what you're about to say. âI'm not yours anymoreâÂ
âThen whose are you?âÂ
âIâŠ. I found someone else,â you squeak out.
Seungcheol already knows you're lying, but the fact that you won't drop this little act is pissing him off. The amused smirk on his face from earlier was gone, instead replaced by a scowl and furrowed brows.Â
âStop playingâ he's serious.Â
You stay quiet.Â
He chuckles darkly. âYou found someone who fucks you better than me baby? Are you sure about that?âÂ
Silence againÂ
âAnswer me when I'm fucking talking to you pretty girl,â He growls
No matter how badly you wanted to be a brat and knock his ego down just a tad, you couldnât bring yourself to tell that lie.Â
âThat's what I thoughtâ he crashes his lips to yours and brings a hand to the back of your head to keep you in place.Â
You have completely forgotten about the dare. You can only think about whatever punishment he's going to give you for acting out. He walks you backwards until your hips meet the cool wood of the dining room table. He breaks away from the kiss to turn you around, bending you over the table. He presses his hips into your ass. You can't help but grind back into him subtly.Â
âDo you feel that baby? Noone's ever gonna make you feel as good as me. You said you found someone else? Let's see how they compare.â
As he grinds against your ass he can feel your phone going off in your back pocket and takes it out.Â
You immediately move to grab your phone. He uses his free hand to grab your arm and pin it behind your back easily, pressing you further into the table. He unlocks your phone and then falls silent.Â
âI can explainâ you nervously laugh
Your friends unmuted themselves, knowing they had been exposed. âHeyyy.. go easy on the princess over thereâ They snicker.
You can immediately recognize Chisaâs voice. You can feel your cheeks heat up at the teasing.
âWe put her up to it,â Hyo giggles from somewhere in the background.
âIt was a dare, I'm sorry!â you try to recover.Â
Seungcheol can't help but laugh. You know that humorless laugh all too well. With just that laugh as the indicator, you know it's up for you now. He leans over your body to hover next to your ear, stroking your hair lovingly.
âDon't worry, she's in good handsâ he hangs up the call and the hair he had stroking your hair grips your strands at the roots, pulling you up against his chest.Â
âIn the room brat, show out if you want to tonight. I want you on your best behavior.â He tugs your hair, waiting for a response.Â
âyes daddy,â you can't help but moan. You know he won't give you anything if you're not on your best behavior. You know he's going to punish you, but you can't help but rub your thighs together at the thought, your panties practically clinging to your core with how wet you were.Â
He lets you go and watches you walk away down the hallway into your room. You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for your next command. You cross your legs in an effort to control your arousal. You had been sitting for a while when you finally heard him approach the room.Â
âGet undressed, I want you on your knees waiting for me,â he orders before disappearing into your shared closet,Â
You undress and do what you're told, getting on your knees. He emerges with the toy box, setting it on the bedside table for now. You don't think it's fair how he can just stand there and look so fucking good in just a tight tee and some jeans. If he didn't do something to you fast, you were certain you would break your promise of being on your best behavior. The brat in you is never too afraid to rear its head. He's just been standing there looking at you, his features set in a permanent scowl, and you think he couldn't be any sexier. You hold back a whine, biting your lip. This seems to move him from his spot. He grabs your chin roughly, contradicting the way he gently traces his thumb across your bottom lip.Â
âYou sorry?âÂ
You open your mouth to answer; he takes this chase to shove his thumb in your mouth. All you can do is nod your head. Gently suckling on his digit.Â
âCome show me how sorry babyâÂ
His eyes have grown dark with lust as he watched you pull off his thumb. You move from your spot on the bed and crawl closer to him. Hands immediately reaching for his belt. You can't seem to get the stupid thing off quick enough, stumbling over your hands. He grasps your wrist. You look up at him, confused.
âSlow down baby, no need to rush⊠I'm going to take my time with you tonightâ you can sense the underlying threat in that and a shiver runs through your body.Â
If you thought you were soaked before, you're definitely dripping down your thighs at this point. His pants fell down on his thighs as you unbuckled his belt. You can't help but let out a near-pornographic moan at the sight in front of you. You can already feel the weight of it against your tongue. He hasn't even touched you yet and you can already feel yourself becoming cock drunk just from the thought of him. You nuzzle against his stomach as you stroke him through the fabric of his boxers.Â
âDon't act sweet now princess, you're still gonna get it,â he pats your head.
You meet his eyes with a dopey smile. âI know, I just love youâÂ
You break his hard exterior a little; you see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans down and pecks you softly, scattering kisses all across your face.Â
âI love you too, on your back for me baby.âÂ
You lay on your back, hanging your head off the bed. He pulls his clothes the rest of the way off his body. He spits in his palm, stroking his length before he places it on your lips. No further words are necessary. You lick your lips and open your mouth for him. You relax your throat for him, letting him take control. It's better to take as much as he gives you than to tease him. You can practically feel him hit the back of your throat. You groan at the feeling sending vibrations down his length.Â
âFuck baby, just like thatâ he throws his head back to moan âgonna fuck your throat now, ok?âÂ
You do your best to nod, preparing yourself for him to fuck your face. He gently fits the rest of his size down your throat, trying his hardest not to gag youâŠ. for now. One hand cradling the top of your head and the other gripping your jaw, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth. Gently at first to help you warm up until he was fully fucking your throat. He pauses his quick pace briefly and holds your head in place as he presses deep into your throat. He holds you there, groaning at the feeling. He's still feeling a little mean, so he takes one of his hands and uses it to pinch your nose, cutting off your only source of oxygen. You're able to hold your breath a bit before you begin to gag on his dick due to your lack of oxygen. He makes you take it for a few seconds longer before pulling from you. He gives you a few moments to catch your breath.Â
âYou did so well for me baby come hereâ he helps you up onto your knees again and rewards you with a kiss stealing your breath once again.Â
You melt into his touch, and when he pulls away, you chase his lips.Â
âBehaveâ he warns. âLay back for me baby,â he instructs.Â
You crawl up the bed and lay back, closing your eyes and waiting for what he has in store next. What you don't expect to feel is the cold metal of handcuffs binding your hands in front of you. You immediately whine, not caring if you get reprimanded. You hated not being able to touch him. This was the worst punishment of all.Â
âPlease, no! I'm sorry, I swear I'll be good. Please let me touch you please,â tears threatening to spill.Â
âNo baby, you're gonna take your punishment like a big girl, you got that?â he strokes your cheek lovingly. âNow stick that ass out, I want you to count each oneâÂ
You moan at that already knowing what his next punishment would be. You turn over face down, ass up. You feel his hands first at the back of your thighs; you close your eyes again and focus on the way he trails them up past your ass and down your back and up again. Following that route a few times. You fully relax against his touch. He pulls away for a moment. That's when the first hit comes. He brings down the leather paddle against your left cheek.
 âOneâ you count,Â
He brings the paddle down again against the other side. You count up to five and he lets you take a small break as he rubs and massages your cheeks.Â
âDoing so good for me baby, we're almost there,â and then he starts up again.Â
His gentle actions and words from before are a ghost of the past as he brings the paddle to strike down on you again with no mercy.Â
â15â you finally cry, thighs shaking at the stinging.Â
He puts the paddle away, leaning down and litters your bruised skin in light kisses. His kisses grow closer and closer to your dripping heat. You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into his face. He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he shoves his tongue deep inside your cunt. Groaning at the taste, he pulls back and licks his lips. Diving back in, eating you from the back. He shakes his head into your core to get more of your taste on his tongue. He slips two fingers into you easily, slick heat sucking him in greedily. He doesn't waste any time curling his digits up deep into your cunt. Free hand holding you against his tough while the other fucking into you roughly. You lean away from his mouth; the feeling is becoming too much. He smacks your thigh in retaliation.Â
âdon't run from me, I'm not done with you yetâÂ
âI'm so close, can I come daddy.. please?â You try your best to take everything he gives you.Â
He doesn't answer you but pulls his mouth away from your core. He continues to drive his fingers into your heat, adding another one. You can feel your core tighten around his thick fingers.Â
âI can't hold it any longer,â you cry as you shake against his grasp.Â
Seungcheol pushes you to your limit, right as you're about to release. He pulls his fingers from you, flips you onto your back, and shoves his fingers into your mouth.Â
âHold it,â he states sternly. Tears are streaming down your face by this point.Â
âYou're done being a bad girl?â he looks down at you.
Not one coherent thought in your head, all you can manage is a slurred âyesâ and a âpleaseâ and whatever else your fucked out mind can think of. You can see his eyes soften and he takes pity on you.Â
âYea? Tell me what you want then.âÂ
If you were in your right mind, you would have sent him an icy glare, but you can't even manage that in your state. He took pity on you, but not enough to pass up the chance to tease you. He hovers above you with a smug look on his face, waiting for you to catch your breath to answer him. You know he won't do anything unless you ask for it, so you take a moment to gather your bearings.Â
âI want to touch youâÂ
Since the moment he put the cuffs on you, the only thing you could think of was getting them off. You wanted to run your hands up his arms and across his broad shoulders. You wanted to rake your nails down his back and pull at his hair. You needed to feel him in everyway possible. He chuckles at your request and goes to remove your restraints. As soon as your hands are free, they fly to grab his face and bring him down into a searing kiss.Â
You pull away briefly âFuck me already,â you complain.
âI let up on you and you immediately made me regret it. I spoil you too muchâ he rolls his eyes at your brattiness.
Without another word, he brings one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder. You take his length into your grasp and line him up to your entrance, dragging him through your slick, coating the head. You pull him down into another kiss. He slowly sheathes himself in your warmth until you can feel him deep in your stomach. You both moan into each other's mouths. You bite his lip at the feeling. Even with how wet you are, Even with all the prep, he still manages to splits you open on his fat cock. He lets out a deep groan and you release his bottom lip. You lick at it to soothe the inflicted pain.Â
âYou can take it babyâ He leans back onto his knees, taking your other leg in his grasp as well and pressing them against your chest as he drives his hips into yours over and over again. Only noise filling the room is the sound of skin meeting skin, Seungcheolâs deep groans, and your moaning.Â
âI'm so closeâ you reach up to grab a handful of his hair. âPlease don't stop,â you cry.Â
Really, he should pull out of you and make you finish on your own, but lucky for you, Seungcheol is too far gone to think of doing anything that evil.Â
âYou're so fucking tight⊠take it just like that,â he rambles. âSo good for me, give me all you gotâ he rubs at your clit, giving it a few smacks. You can't help but cum around his thick length.
âYou're gonna be so full of me, I don't want you spilling a single drop, you hear me?âÂ
You nod, thighs shaking at the oversensitivity. His thrust starts to lose rhythm as he feels himself get closer. He bites at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet. His hips stutter as he groans. He releases deep within your cunt and after coming down from his high, he pulls out gently. Right when you're about to rest your eyes and bask in the afterglow of your amazing orgasm, you hear the vibrations of your favorite toy.Â
âI can't⊠I can't take another one, pleaseâÂ
âI know you can princess. Give it to me. Be my good girl just one more timeâ he kisses the inside of your thighs before he slots himself in between them to prevent them from closing. He really is evil because when he places the toy on you, it's set to its highest vibration. Within seconds, your back is arching off the bed, and your thighs are trembling.Â
âFuck⊠daddy It's too muchâ you nearly scream you grab at his wrists but he doesn't move an inch.Â
âTake the rest of your punishment angelâ you try to close your legs around him as best you could, but that only earns you a slap on your thigh.
âHold your legs openâ he waits for you to do as you're told but you can't even feel your legs anymore. He pries them open and shoves 3 fingers in deep, hitting your g-spot when he curls and scissors them. You squirt all over his arm and thighs. He pulls the toy away and lays a few smacks against your clit to help you ride it out. Shocks of overstimulation surge through you, causing your hips to jump at each hit. As you come down, he sets your thighs down and licks them clean. You can't bear to keep your eyes open any longer, threatening to fall asleep. You feel him lie atop of you with a yawn, crushing you under him.
âugh get off me asshole,â your voice rasps, nearly gone.
âI didnât fuck the attitude out of you yet?â his voice rumbles against his chest. You immediately fix your approach.Â
âbaby you're squishing me would you please get upâÂ
he finally rolls off of you, pulling you against his chest.Â
You hit his chest âyou almost killed meâ.Â
Seungcheol can only laugh in response. After resting his eyes for a few more seconds, he gets up to run a bath. He returns to your side and picks you up bridal style, taking you into the bath. He leaves to change the sheets, then joins you in the tub. He gets in behind you and he cleans you up. You can feel yourself dozing off in his hold. After cleaning up, you get changed into something comfortable and get into bed. You get comfortable against his chest and fall asleep in his arms.
The next morning, you check your phone. Last night, the group chat had blew up. Memes were being used to poke fun at you, your friends holding nothing back. You can't help but laugh, and you close your phone. Do you think it was worth it? Yes. Not only are you $200 richer, but you got some good dick last night as well. You close your eyes and get some more rest.Â
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Pls pls pls do more bf texts with cheol. I am BEGGING
here you go, ENJOYYY!!!
Choi Seungcheol || more bf texts with s.coups
genre: one shot au, fake texts, fluff, non!idols
warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, nsfw, mention of blood and death (as a joke on slide 3)
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