#scoups x reader

[blueminnies-blog]

Seungcheol randoms

Seungcheol is duality.

Everyone talks about his dominance, his power, his protective energy (which, yes, chef’s kiss) but underneath that? He’s the softest, most tender-hearted man alive.

Like, the way he cradles you when you’re tired, rubbing tiny circles into your back while humming under his breath.

The way he melts when you call him "baby" in that soft, sleepy voice — hiding his face in your neck like a boy in love for the first time.

The way he brings you snacks you didn’t even ask for, remembering how you looked at them once three weeks ago.

How he carries your bag without saying anything, just slipping it off your shoulder like it’s second nature.

When you fall asleep in the car, he drives extra slow and doesn’t even play music — just listens to your breathing and glances over every two seconds.

The forehead kisses. The hand-holding. The "did you eat?" texts. The "I saw this and thought of you" random photos.

And don’t get me started on how he talks to you in bed when everything’s quiet.

Not even spicy — just soft, raw, “I never knew I could love someone like this.” “You make everything feel… safe.” “I want to grow old with you.”

Like, yes he’ll scare the life out of someone for touching you — but then cry when you bring him a little flower in your hair and say “do I look pretty?”

He’s not just a man who protects.

He’s a man who nurtures.

Who adores you.

Who chooses you every single day.

[wonwunss]

–ᝰ.ᐟ✮ In a world where Choi Seungcheol commands boardrooms with sharp words and sharper standards, no one dares get close—until her.

To everyone else, he’s a calm, calculating CEO. But behind closed doors, it’s her voice that grounds him, her presence that quiets the noise.

pairing: CEO!seungcheol x f!reader

genre: fluff, CEO au, established relationship, comfort and emotional vulnerability, acts of service and gift giving, luxury setting, “just because” affection, clingy couple energy

word count: 2.1k

a/n: may this kind of love find me 🫣🫣😍

The meeting room was too loud for how little anyone was saying.

Seungcheol sat at the head of the table, not speaking, just watching. His expression didn’t give much away—but those who worked under him knew the silence was dangerous. And the flick of his pen against the glossy report file? A quiet warning shot.

“Redo this,” he said, voice low and measured, but with an edge sharp enough to silence the room.

“Yes, sir.”

He didn’t stay to hear excuses.

By the time he was back in his office, the ticking inside his head had grown unbearable. Deadlines, investors, expectations—stacked up like dominoes waiting to collapse. His fingers itched to loosen the collar of his shirt, but he didn’t. Not yet. He reached for his phone instead, already knowing who he needed.

He didn’t even think. Just pressed call.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then—

“Hi, Cheol.”

His breath left him all at once. A slow, quiet exhale, as if he hadn’t realized how tight his chest had been until he heard her voice.

“…Hey,” he said, a little rougher than he intended.

“Tough day?” she asked softly, like she already knew. She always knew.

Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. The sunlight streaming in through the blinds painted slats of gold across his sharp features, but they softened, ever so slightly, with each second of her voice in his ear.

“The usual,” he muttered. “Numbers didn’t add up. People didn’t listen. You’re the only thing making sense today.”

She laughed—gentle and warm. “I hope that’s not just the exhaustion talking.”

“It’s not,” he replied instantly, and the speed of his answer made her go quiet for a second.

His eyes fluttered open. He stared out the window at the city skyline, but it wasn’t the view that grounded him. It was her.

“I didn’t mean to bother you,” he said after a beat. “I just… needed to hear you.”

“You never bother me.”

Silence stretched between them, but it was the kind that comforted, not strained.

“I wish I was there,” she added.

And God, he wished the same.

There were things he couldn’t say during the day. Not to his staff, not to anyone. He wasn’t cruel—just meticulous, precise. No-nonsense. And if that made people keep their distance, all the better. It made things easier.

Except when it came to her. With her, everything unraveled in the best way.

His shoulders finally slumped. “I’m in my office.”

“Lights off, sleeves rolled up?” she teased lightly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You know me too well.”

“I do.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then— “Talk to me,” he murmured. “Doesn’t matter what. Just… keep talking.”

So she did. She told him about her day, about the weird dream she had the night before, about the cat she saw perched dramatically on a taxi roof downtown. And Seungcheol—CEO, perfectionist, powerful—sat back and let her voice pour through the cracks of his armor like sunlight through broken blinds.

He didn’t need fixing. He just needed her. And somehow, without even trying, she was enough to make the world feel a little less loud.

The clock on the wall blinked 2:14 AM in soft red light.

Seungcheol unlocked the front door with a weary sigh, the click of the handle almost deafening in the stillness of the apartment. The kind of silence that stretched long after a day like his—after meetings gone sideways and numbers that danced too close to disaster.

He slipped his shoes off slowly, rolling his neck with a wince. Every muscle in his body ached from hours of tension, and all he had wanted by the end of it was to walk into the quiet, undisturbed dark and pass out.

But the lamp in the living room was on.

And so was she.

Curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around her like armor, feet tucked beneath her. She blinked drowsily up at him, eyes soft and warm and a little guilty.

“…Hi,” she whispered, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say it.

He blinked, not quite believing she was real for a moment. “You’re still awake?”

“You told me not to wait,” she murmured, pushing the blanket off her lap. “I tried. I really did.”

Seungcheol swallowed, guilt twisting somewhere low in his chest. He stepped closer, kneeling in front of her wordlessly.

“I didn’t want you to be tired,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You have your presentation tomorrow.”

“And you had the kind of day that would’ve driven anyone else to put their fist through a wall,” she countered softly, resting her hand over his. “I wasn’t going to sleep not knowing how you were doing.”

His jaw clenched—not from anger, but the effort of keeping his emotions in check. Her voice, even this late, still made him feel like the tension in his bones was finally loosening. She always had that effect on him.

“You shouldn’t have waited,” he said again, but this time it came out gentler, almost pleading.

She just smiled, the kind of tired smile that still felt like home. “And you shouldn’t have to come back to an empty apartment after a day like that.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that. Because she was right.

Without a word, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. Her hands came up to cradle his face, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes. He felt like he could finally breathe.

“I missed you,” he said, voice a whisper against her lips.

“I’m right here.”

And she was. Warm and real and everything good in his life.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing her in, her presence calming the storm still lingering beneath his skin. Eventually, she tugged him toward the couch, and he followed, letting her wrap the blanket around both of them. His head dropped to her shoulder, and for the first time all day, he let his guard down.

Not the CEO. Not the man everyone walked on eggshells around.

Just Seungcheol. Just hers.

And when she pressed a soft kiss to his temple and whispered, “You did your best today,” that was all he needed.

He finally closed his eyes.

The presentation had gone better than she expected.

There had been nerves—of course there had. The weight of all those eyes on her, the pressure to deliver something flawless after weeks of late nights and revisions. But the moment it ended, and the conference room erupted in polite applause, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

Relief washed over her in waves.

Still, as she walked out of the building, the adrenaline began to fade, leaving only exhaustion behind. Her eyes fluttered shut briefly, the mid-morning sun warming her cheeks.

And then she saw him.

Leaning against the hood of his car, hair slightly tousled from the wind, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, sunglasses pushed into his hair. A paper bag in one hand, a drink carrier in the other.

And a bouquet of her favorite flowers cradled in the crook of his arm.

She froze, heart stuttering.

He looked up from his phone, then smiled when he saw her. The smile—the one that was just for her. The one he never wore in meetings or in boardrooms or in front of anyone else.

Her feet moved on instinct, almost running by the time she reached him.

“You—” she began, breathless. “What—?”

Seungcheol handed her the bouquet before she could finish.

“For your nerves,” he said casually, like showing up outside her office before 11AM with her favorite drink and a fresh raspberry croissant was normal. “And because I know you skipped breakfast.”

She blinked down at the flowers in her arms, the familiar colors and soft petals almost making her emotional. “Cheol…”

He held up the coffee. “Extra shot of vanilla. Just how you like it.”

She took it slowly, like if she moved too fast the whole moment might disappear.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I know,” he said simply. “That’s why I wanted to.”

His voice was quieter now. More tender. “You did good today. I’m proud of you.”

And just like that, everything she’d been holding together all morning threatened to unravel. The late nights, the self-doubt, the mental notes scribbled at 2AM—it all felt worth it, just to hear those words from him.

“I didn’t think you’d be up,” she whispered.

He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t gonna miss this. Not after you stayed up for me.”

She smiled, blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay. “You’re unfair.”

“I know,” he said with a soft grin. “But I’m cute, so you’ll forgive me.”

“Barely.”

He chuckled, and then pulled her gently into his arms, careful not to crush the flowers. She melted against his chest, his scent grounding her in the quietest, sweetest way.

“I love you,” she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

His grip around her tightened. “I know. I love you too.”

The restaurant they headed to afterwards was the kind of place you didn’t find on Google Maps.

It didn’t need reviews. It didn’t need ads. The kind of place where your name alone got you a table—and Seungcheol’s name carried more weight than most.

Tucked into the top floor of an art gallery building, the restaurant opened out into floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The air smelled of aged wine and freshly baked truffle bread. Gentle jazz played in the background, echoing off warm mahogany panels and velvet-draped walls.

When the hostess saw them walk in—his hand on the small of her back, her fingers curled into the front of his shirt—she bowed deeply, almost reverently.

“Welcome back, Mr. Choi. Your usual table?”

He nodded once, eyes flickering down to the woman beside him. “Yes. Thank you.”

Their table wasn’t in the center of the room. It was nestled into a corner, semi-enclosed by sheer drapes, with an uninterrupted view of the skyline. Private. Quiet. Safe.

And instead of sitting opposite her, Seungcheol guided her to the inside of the half-moon shaped booth, sliding in right beside her like it was second nature.

Because it was.

Their knees touched. Their shoulders bumped. His hand immediately found hers under the table.

“You’re really spoiling me today,” she said with a small laugh, glancing around at the gold-rimmed plates and the personalized menu printed with her name.

“You deserve it,” he said, simple as anything. “You killed it today.”

She blushed, tucking her face into his shoulder for a second before peeking up at him again. “So… just how expensive is this place?”

Seungcheol smirked. “You don’t want to know.”

“That bad?”

“Let’s just say…” he leaned in, brushing his nose against her temple, “I could’ve bought us a weekend in Paris. But you looked too pretty to make wait for a plane.”

She gawked at him, smacking his chest with the back of her hand. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“Worth it,” he said with a grin, catching her wrist and pulling her hand back to intertwine with his again. “Every cent.”

The waiter came and went like a ghost—present only to refill wine glasses and deliver each artful course with quiet precision. Caviar with crème fraîche. Handmade pasta rolled so thin it nearly dissolved on the tongue. Wagyu that melted the moment it touched her mouth.

But Seungcheol only had eyes for her.

“You always look at me like that,” she murmured at some point, cheeks still warm from the wine and the weight of his gaze.

“Like what?”

“Like I hung the stars.”

He tilted his head, thumb brushing her knuckles beneath the table. “Because you do. For me, you do.”

She couldn’t say anything to that without her heart falling out of her chest, so she leaned in and kissed him instead—just a short, sweet press of lips that left him smiling against her mouth.

“You know…” he whispered against her cheek, “if you ever want to quit your job and let me pamper you like this every day…”

“Nope,” she laughed, resting her head against his shoulder. “But I’ll let you keep feeding me wagyu if you insist.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a kiss into her hair. “But you have to keep looking this proud of yourself. I like this version of you.”

She turned her face slightly toward his neck, murmuring, “You bring it out of me.”

And so they sat—shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, the city beneath them, the world hushed around them—and for once, there were no meetings, no presentations, no pressure.

Just him. Just her. Just them.

Exactly where they always came back to.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - ot13 individual sections - sfw ver.

summary: 13 sfw ot13 (individual member sections) x reader insert fics :)

contains: sfw section contains potential suggestive content, majority is afab!reader

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❥ clingy with s/o - @babyleostuff

❥ svt with a shy partner - @wooahaes

❥ take your heart for a spin - @orikiys

❥ seventeen when you call them by their name - @emocheol

❥ REFUSING TO HOLD THEIR HAND - @wonuism

❥ kissing s/o - @boosari

❥ svt making your heart flutter - @lovingseventeen

❥ seventeen acting clingy around their s/o - @wheeboo

❥ when seventeen cooks for you - @chugging-antiseptic-dye

❥ svt checking on overworked!reader - @xinganhao

❥ ot13 reacting to you crying about something incredibly dumb - @joshujin

❥ svt reacts to you calling them your ‘current’ boyfriend - @xinganhao

❥ seventeen bf headcanons - @haostea

bun note: HIIII everyoneeee~ so sorry for being away for a while :,) i've been busy and a bit tired. sorry for the lack of commentary and usual structure, but i really wanted to get something out!! i hope y'all enjoy the fics, please give the writers lots of loveeee!! <3 take care of yourselves, eat something yummyyyyy~

[makeitworse]

ease your mind

older bf seungcheol when ur mad at him. ─ jealous reader. best bf cheol. age gap (duh). hurt/comfort. suggestive at end. requested by anon.

seungcheol’s nothing but good to you. and it will never fail to piss you off.

he refuses to raise his voice, won’t storm out mid-argument. wouldn’t dream of saying anything he doesn’t mean just to hurt you, and would actually just drop dead if he were the reason for your tears.

when you’re mad, it’s not a fight— but rather a discussion, “us against the issue” he says. like it’s inconceivable that he’d ever be on anything but your side. like the matter at hand is a problem to solve together, gently and patiently, and not the literal end of the world.

he makes you feel insane.

because what are you supposed to do with that? what are you supposed to do when you’re spiralling, stomach tied into knots over everything and nothing at all, and the man you love is just sitting there: kind and calm and infuriatingly understanding?

safe to say, dating cheol has been uneventful. but not in a way that’s boring. he’s full of pleasant surprises— little things, sweet gestures, soft confessions in the middle of grocery stores. he remembers your coffee order better than you do. pulls you into his chest when you’re overstimulated. rubs your back through cramps without being asked. it’s just.. natural. because you love him and he loves you. god, does he love you. in a way that’s so stable and soft it makes your heart ache.

you didn’t think it could be this easy. he’s too perfect of a catch— you’re just waiting for him to reveal he’s actually been a serial killer this whole time. no one’s that emotionally mature, no one’s that patient out of their own will.

especially not with you.

it’s late, and you’re probably PMSing, but you can’t stop the overthinking when it hits. you’re curled up in bed with cheol, his arm wrapped around your waist, shirtless and warm and that stupid smile of his pressed at your shoulder. and all you can think about is how good he looked at today’s fan meeting.

pants hugging his thighs just right, silver chain dangling from his neck, toned forearms on display for everyone but you. the photos are already circulating: comments full of hearts and “daddy” and shit only you should be allowed to say to him plus a hundred other things that shouldn’t bother you but does.

he must love all the attention. he could have any of them on a moment’s notice. girls older than you; someone he could relate to more. someone who’s mature enough to not be an emotional minefield over something so meaningless.

you don’t know what to do with it. where to put it. this burning in your throat, the pressure pulsing behind your eyes. so cheol— of course, poor cheol— gets the brunt of it.

he just listens when you rant at him. laying down still, propped up on an elbow while you sit beside him. your voice comes quick, sentences tumbling out that don’t even fully make sense, but cheol’s nodding his head along. watching you with an expression that doesn’t reveal much.

and when you pause, breathless and shaky, he shifts in his spot. he reaches for you, even after all of that.

“what’s got you so worked up, hm?” cheol hums, a warm palm sitting flat on your thigh.

you flinch. the affection in his voice only makes you feel worse.

“don’t fucking—”

he shushes you softly. his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer until you’re flush against his chest. his other hand comes up to stroke your hair, thumb brushing the back of your neck.

“i’m sorry, baby.” he mumbles at your forehead. “don’t like seeing you upset.”

and it sounds so earnest. like he really means it. as if you’re the one he feels sorry for, not himself.

it’s almost pathetic how fast your frustration unravels, and suddenly you can’t even recall what the hell you were even pressed over.

you just feel tired now. small in his arms. embarrassed that he’s the one who has to be comforting you.

and then he’s sinking down your body.

you gasp— because what the fuck is he doing— but cheol just presses his face to your stomach, arms looping around your waist. he breathes you in, voice low.

“let me make it up to you, yeah?”

you go still above him. you know he’s not meaning it in a transactional way— like he’s fixing your mood with sex. he’s trying to ground you. a reminder that that he’s here, he’s not mad, and he’s all yours.

you don’t have to feel threatened or be perfect or make any sense— not when you’re with him. because you’re his girl. that’s all that matters.

and you best believe he’ll do whatever it takes to remind you.

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[soonwoosz]

domestic! seungcheol x reader

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The office lights flickered above you as they dimmed for the night, leaving only the exit sign glowing a weary green above the main doors. You habitually turned your phone on to check the time, 8:34 pm, it read. Stepping out the building with a groan, your arms stretched high above your head as you blinked at the quiet streets ahead. The air was cold and crisp, the kind that carried the scent of sleep and late-night convenience store runs.

Yet there he was.

Leaning casually against the side of his car, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, Seungcheol looked up the moment the glass doors pushed open. His eyes met yours instantly - like they’d been waiting for no one else.

You stood frozen for a moment at the top of the stairs, lips tugging down in an exaggerated pout.

“Cheol,” you whined, voice echoing down the steps. “I’m so tired I think my bones are protesting.”

His mouth curved into a grin, lazy and affectionate. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You took one slow, dramatic step. “Can’t. My legs stopped working. I’m retiring from walking.”

Seungcheol chuckled, already making his way up the short flight of stairs.

“Alright, alright,” he said, reaching you just in time to catch your bag as it slipped from your shoulder with a sigh. He slung it over his own, then wrapped a warm arm around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. “Seungcheollie, at your service.”

You gasped, giggling. 

Despite your exhaustion, you curled into his chest. “I’m too heavy for this.”

“You’re not,” he said simply, voice muffled slightly as he rested his chin briefly on your shoulder. “And even if you were, I’d still carry you.”

He carried you down the steps slowly, carefully, and you melted into him more with each step. The kind of tired you were couldn’t be cured with just sleep - it needed this. It needed him.

The second you were placed gently into the passenger seat, Seungcheol leaned in, buckling you in before brushing a hand over your hair to pat your head, eyes warm.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he leaned in, leaving a peck of cherry chapstick on your lips, quick enough to have butterflies swarm your stomach.

And with that, he closed the door, circled around, and drove the both of you off into the soft quiet of the night - your hand in his hold gently the entire way.

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끝

[cheolieji]

the type of boyfriend - choi seungcheol ver

mdni 18+ (ill find you I swear)

Scarlet's Masterlist

guide for requesting on my page [17] im open to smuts now hehe

The type of __ they are (a series)

request which member you want next lol except for hoshi cause hes next😝😝

A/N: it's been a while since I wrote a smut but technically this isn't a smut 😔

seungcheol's the type of boyfriend to kiss you till you're breathless

would keep your legs apart when you try to close them 'keep em open or I won't fuck you'

watches as you try to fuck yourself on a dildo that's nothing compared to him 'yea just keep bouncing on it, just like that'

his thick fingers fingering you till you're a moaning mess

def a groaner

eats you like a STARVING man until you start crying 'fuck you taste so good'

his thick length splitting you open

makes it his absolute mission to make you squirt (mission succeed 🫣)

praises you but degrades you at the same 'you're doing so good baby, such a fucking slut for me'

pounds you so hard like he fucking hates you but gives the best aftercare in the world

I need him so bad...

[woncheolisms]

who is in control? (choi seungcheol x reader x yoon jeonghan)

summary: seungcheol doesn’t want to see you with other men. he only wants to see you with jeonghan.

word count: 3k

warnings: scoups x reader (established), jeonghan x reader, smut, nsfw unprotected sex, voyeurism, oral (fem!receiving), orgasm denial, edging, dacryphilia, degradation.

There’s something unbearably attractive about Yoon Jeonghan.

Most of your friends would agree with you. You are absolutely right. Jeonghan is one of the most physically attractive people you have ever seen. Big, beautiful doe eyes, brown like caramel, and soft, long black hair that hits his shoulders and curls around the nape of his neck in a way that looks almost whimsical. He’s skinny, but anyone who looks at him as closely as you do can see how toned his muscles are. He doesn’t have a lot of energy, but he plays a lot of sports, and he’s good at them. You have watched him from the sidelines of these casual games many times, and they always left you with a bit of a thrill running down your spine.

When Seungcheol had first introduced you to Jeonghan, you hadn’t been able to see his face properly in the dim lights of the bar where you met up with your boyfriend after getting off work. He was bathed in shadows, but you could see the way he was laid back against the booth, the light scattered on the planes of his torso, and how smoothly he leaned forward to give you a thin lipped smile, a glimmer in his eyes that you couldn’t tell was for you.

Thus began the guilt. The terrible disgust in your body incited at the thought of being attracted to another man when your hunk of a boyfriend left no stone unturned to take care of you in every way you needed. Seungcheol was your exact type, buff, strong, reliable, with a little bit of a possessive streak. You had been together so long that you settled into a wonderful rhythm, fitting into each other’s lives like fated puzzle pieces. You loved Seungcheol the way you needed to breathe, like a necessity, a fact of life. There was no one in this world for you but him.

You would never date Jeonghan. But you always wondered.

There was something in the way Jeonghan carried himself. A certain self-reassurance that made him attractive to you. He was sharp as all hell, perceptive, and any minute you spent with him, you were paranoid he would figure out these feelings brewing up inside of you. What you should’ve been worried about were the knowing eyes of your boyfriend, trained on you, half lidded and clouded, as if he knew every dirty thought in your mind.

It isn’t until a few nights later, when Seungcheol is balls deep in you, that you realize he knows.

You’re panting and moaning at the feeling, knees squeezing his sides as he pounds hard into you. Sex with Seungcheol is always intense, but tonight he is being especially rough, not that you mind. You love it like this, when his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips hard enough to color the skin a faint purple, when his thrusts are sloppier but deeper, knocking the air out of your lungs. He hits a spot no one else has ever reached, and you're already coming apart at the seams when he leans down, pushes his weight just right into your chest, and his lips brush the shell of your left ear.

“You want Jeonghan to fuck you like this?”

Your eyes shoot open, breath catching in your throat so harshly you almost choke, but Seungcheol uses that moment to slam hard into you before going still and grinding, so the tip of his cock presses urgently into your sweet spot, and you can’t help but cry out, back lifting off the bed as stars burst in your vision. Strong fingers weave through the roots of your hair as he keeps moving, tugging just enough that you’re forced to meet his eyes, to focus on how blown his pupils are, how flushed his skin is, and how his breath trembles just a bit. You almost come when you are hit with the realization; he’s enjoying this.

“Yes.” You gasp out. “I want to feel him.”

Seungcheol’s mouth tugs up, an almost sadistic glint in his eye. He pulls out, rams back inside. You force your eyes to stay open, taking in his every reaction.

“You wanna see it, Cheolie?” You coo, nails digging into his arms. “You wanna watch while your friend takes what’s yours?”

He groans, and you can almost see the exact moment he falls apart, speeding up his thrusts as he paints your insides white, low curses leaving his lips. His whole body shakes. You wonder how intense his orgasm must have felt, but your thoughts quickly fly out the window when he pulls out and immediately shuffles down, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

……………………………………..

You don’t bring it up afterwards, and neither does he. But something has shifted between you two, you can tell. Now that you know, you notice how Seungcheol looks at you in group settings when Jeonghan is in the vicinity. It’s almost like he’s goading you, wanting you to ogle Jeonghan. To talk to him, to casually touch his arm. And when you get home from these meet ups, sex is always harder, rougher, dirtier.

You are surprised when Seungcheol finally mentions, months later, that he might actually want to act on this.

“Finally.” You tease, nudging his side. He glares at you, but there’s no heat behind it. “I’m surprised, Cheol. I never thought you were the sharing type.”

“I’m not.” You almost want to laugh at how pouty he is being. “Jeonghan is….. different.”

You hum, studying him closely. You know what he means, kind of. Jeonghan is different. He’s alluring in a way that makes everyone want him. And in Seungcheol’s case, he wants to watch him fuck you.

“You need to think about this.” You say. “It’s different when we’re just using the thought to get off, Cheol. Once this happens….”

“I know.” He smirks a bit. “I know what I want.”

His confidence turns you on a bit. But then another thought comes to you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait-” You stare at him. “Does…. Does Jeonghan know?”

Seungcheol’s smirk widens. You gape at him.

“What the fuck?” You shriek, hands grabbing the pillow behind you so you can clobber him with it. Seungcheol laughs.

“I wanted to run it by him first!” He protests, holding his arms up to shield himself. You halt.

”And?” Your heart pounds.

Seuncheol looks cheeky as ever. “He’s game.”

…………………………………………

You sigh as the tingles of pleasure spread through your body, blinking up at the ceiling. Your toes curl, and your hips jerk as a particularly strong zip of electricity pulses in your core. Large hands close around the insides of your thighs in response, holding you in place. Unfamiliar hands.

“You move too much.” His voice is so soft it almost pulls you out of your lust filled haze. But you feel his tongue again, licking almost languidly over your clit, and you sink back into the feeling with a sigh.

“She’s really sensitive. You’ll need to hold her down.” A rough voice chimes in from the corner of the room, and your eyes travel to the chair where your boyfriend resides, head low, eyes half lidded, trained on your naked body and the head buried between your legs. He meets your gaze, and you clench hard around nothing at how he is looking at you. You can’t help but revel under his stare.

Jeonghan’s grip tightens on your thighs, holding you open. His mouth closes around your sensitive bud as he sucks hard, just once, enough to make you cry out, before his tongue peeks out again, going back to his lazy licks.

He is nothing like Seungcheol. There’s no urgency in him. He licks and sucks on you languidly, like he has all the time in the world. Seungcheol is impatient, hurried, like he needs to be inside you immediately, but Jeonghan is precise, like he wants to miss no part of you, leave no crevice unexplored. It’s just as intense, if not more.

When his tongue finally dips inside you, you moan and buck up into him again. He pulls back, giving you a hard stare.

“Stay still, princess.” He murmurs, and you almost shrink, like you’re being scolded, but it makes you clench again, a fresh wave of arousal sweeping through you. “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

He bends down again, nosing at your slit before his tongue plunges into you again, deeper this time, curling a bit, brushing against your gummy walls. The feeling of his tongue combined with his words has you keening, hands fisting into the sheets beside your head to try and control your writhing movements. Your eyes meet Seungcheol’s again, and you notice, even in the dim light, the blush high up on his cheekbones, his hair like a messy mop on his head. He looks as wrecked as you feel.

Jeonghan alternates between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit for the next few minutes, and by then your legs are trembling with the effort of keeping still, your eyes are moist with tears, and you are babbling incoherently, begging for Jeonghan to let you cum. Jeonghan hums contemplatively, lifting his head to look at your boyfriend. His fingers replace his mouth, rubbing and pinching at your clit, and you try not to focus on how the lower half of his face is drenched.

“What do you think? Should she cum now?”

Your head snaps to the side, peering at Seungcheol. He always gave in to you, always. He spoiled you, made you cum multiple times in one night until you had nothing left in you to give. But now, his eyes are sharp, and your heart skips, sinking.

“Not yet.”

You nearly sob, and Jeonghan returns to his torturous ministrations. He sucks harder, licks harder, and he chooses that moment to sink two long fingers into your hole, curling them up to press hard into your walls. You nearly scream, vision swimming, clamping down hard on his digits to keep your impending orgasm at bay. Seungcheol is clearly feeding off Jeonghan’s energy. And Jeonghan is cruel, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his tongue flicks over your clit again and again. He lets you claw at his hands, unfazed, lets you buck up now as much as you want, and just when you feel like you can’t hold on anymore, he pulls away, both tongue and fingers, ripping your building high from you so suddenly you can’t help but cry, hands pressing into your eyes so he can’t see your tears.

Jeonghan coos and coddles you, pressing soft kisses over your hands and gently pulling them away from your face. He licks up the tears as they spill out from the corners of your eyes. He nips at your jaw, sighing into you, running his hands down your sides soothingly.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers. “I know you’ve never done that before, and you did so well. Did exactly what I said. So obedient.”

You bask in the praise, and there’s a heady fog settling over you, numbing you slightly. All you feel is Jeonghan, his lips pressing all over your face and neck, trying to calm you down, take the edge off your neglected orgasm. You wish desperately to feel his lips on you, but it was against Seungcheol’s rules. He wasn’t allowed to kiss you.

You don’t even notice when Jeonghan repositions himself, and it’s only when his cock sinks into you that you gasp, legs drawing up instinctively to take him deeper. Jeonghan smirks at your actions.

“Look at you. Almost out of your mind but you still spread your legs for me.” He tuts. “Slut.”

You clench involuntarily, loving the degradation just as much as you had loved the praise. His cock isn’t as thick as Seungcheol’s, but it is long and curved up, and by the time his pelvis is flush against yours, you feel like you are stuffed full, jaw going slack as you relish in how good it feels to be filled up after so much push-and-pull. Your almost-orgasm has left your body quietly buzzing, until every movement of his cock inside you has sparks shooting up your core. Your vision swims and again, you are already very close to cumming.

Jeonghan grips your hips tight, setting a faster pace compared to his lazy movements earlier. You sigh in satisfaction at the stimulation, at how different his cock feels to what you are used to. He mouths at your neck as he goes, groaning into your shoulder.

“No marks.” You hear, turning your head to see your boyfriend just as still as before. You can’t believe how much restraint he is showing. You can make out the bulge in his pants, struggling against the cloth, but he doesn’t give it any attention. He is too busy watching you, listening to your high pitched moans and the wet sounds your pussy makes as Jeonghan thrusts into you.

“I’m close.” You choke out. “C-can I?”

The question is direction at Seungcheol. Even though the man responsible for your orgasm is Jeonghan, you know it’s really your boyfriend who holds the cards. He is always in control, even when he’s not the one balls deep inside you. He pretends to think about it, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly. Your face crumples and you clench, trying to stop the knot now building rapidly in your stomach. Jeonghan swears, leaning up to stare down at you.

“Fuck, look at you.” He smirks. “This is killing you, isn’t it? Not being allowed to come?”

He snaps his hips harshly, and you clench your jaw so hard it hurts your teeth.

“Beg for it.” He says next, jerking his head towards Seungcheol. “Beg him to let you cum. Come on. Be a good girl.”

And you do. You plead to Seungcheol, strong, reliable Seungcheol, who has never said no to you. You cry to him, tears now flowing freely down your face, as the knot builds and builds, and you keep begging, even as Jeonghan groans and pulls out of you, shooting ropes of cum over your bare stomach. The orgasm is ripped from you again, and you don’t hold back this time. You sob, curling into yourself, wanting more than anything to reach down and finish the job yourself, but so exhausted that you can’t bring yourself to do so.

Gentle hands pull your arms away, tug at your knees until you're lying on your back again, opening up. Your vision swims, but there’s no mistaking the scent of citrus and sandalwood. You are enveloped by the familiar weight of your boyfriend, and your mouth opens to form an ‘O’ when he sinks into you, carving into your abused hole. Your eyes roll up, you keen, feeling so full it nearly turns your brain to mush. Lips brush over your ear, warm breath hitting your skin. His hand reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers together in the most intimate gesture of the night.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.”

He sets a brutal pace, just the way you like it, just the way that sets every cell in your body on fire, until everything around you goes silent and all you feel is Cheol, Cheol, Cheol, like a mantra in your head, a prayer on your lips, and when the knot in your core tightens again, back with a vengeance, you look up at him, at the dark hair that falls over his eyes, cherry pink lips parted as he breathes hard and heavy, fucking into you with an urgency that could only be built by waiting and watching all night. He smiles at you, soft despite how rough his movements are, almost touched that despite being nearly delirious, you still ask for his green light. He reaches his free hand down, pressing harshly into your clit, forehead pressing to yours so he doesn’t miss a single expression on your face.

“Cum.”

And so you finally do. Writhing and jerking under him like your very soul is being ripped from your body. Lights burst in your vision, going white before they go black, and no sound leaves your mouth. You are almost paralyzed by the force of your orgasm, and you can barely feel when Seungcheol groans in finally and spills warm and deep inside you, a claim he would never let any man make on you, not even Jeonghan. At the end of the day, you are his only. At the end of the day, you will cum on his cock only. No one else’s.

You don’t remember how long you are out of it, but when you come to, gentle lips are planting kisses on your shoulder. You feel warm, half from the heat of Seungcheol’s naked torso against your back, and half from the blanket now thrown over the two of you. In the distance, you can hear the shower running, and a soft voice humming.

“Are you back with me, baby?” Seungcheol turns you to him slowly, and you wince at the movement. You are sure you aren’t going to walk for a while after this.

You hum and look at him, taking in his relaxed posture and clear, bright eyes. You can’t help but smile.

[miaoua3]

bitches had a lot to say about scoups’ cute little tummy in the thunder mcountdown performance and it pissed me off, especially because i know for a fact that it affected him a lot since he immediately announced that he was starting a diet. i love his tummy so much and it breaks my heart seeing that he feels insecure about it. so, here is a bit of an appreciation for coups and his little tummy❤️

(pairing: bf! scoups x f!reader)

tw! negative views on body!

the moment he stepped foot inside your shared apartment, you could see that something was wrong with your cheollie.

he had this troubled frown glued to his face, lips set in a sad pout as he quietly took off his shoes and jacket.

when you tried greeting him somewhat enthusiastically, he weirdly turned you down, instead of kissing your lips like he always does, his lips landed on your cheek, before he quietly excuses himself to take a shower.

which is even weirder, because cheol always eats first before he takes a shower. he always says that he feels bad that he keeps you waiting so much, preventing you from eating the dinner because you don’t like eating alone.

so, for him to turn down dinner, to barely say anything to you, to immediately cut himself out of the world by going to the bathroom?

you knew that something bad has happened.

carefully listening against the door, you waited until you heard the water turn off, giving him another minute to dry off and put something on.

you two had so much trust in each other that cheol didn’t even blink when the doors opened, your head peaking inside.

the scene in front of you broke your heart.

cheol, in his beautiful and buff form, was silently standing in front of a mirror, eyes filled with annoyance and…hatred clearly focused on one thing.

his belly.

unsure hands hovered above the said tummy kind or like he was so disgusted with himself that he couldn’t even bring himself to touch you.

you eyebrows immediately furrowed in pain, almost like it was his own pain that you were feeling inside your body.

quietly walking in and shutting the door, you walked over to him, his broad body covering your whole body, making you unable to see yourself in the reflection.

you loved that so much-that he was so soft, big, buff and strong. his body, just like his soul, was hardness covered with a layer of softness. you loved hugging him because it always felt like you had your own personal teddy bear to cuddle with.

although you may not be able to read minds, you can tell what cheol is thinking about.

and just like you predicted, he quietly says with a voice full of disgust “don’t look at me please. i look…so disgusting.”

deciding to ignore his words, your arms wrap themselves around his waist, head securely resting on his back between his shoulder blades. you inhale his fresh scent as you close your eyes.

ever so slowly, you touch his tummy with flat hands, softly rubbing it up and down in comfort.

with a serious voice you question him.

“do you know why i love you so much?”

cheol stays quiet.

you decide to continue.

“you have the softest soul ever. although you always try to stay strong for other’s, you never hid the fact how gentle your soul is. from the very beginning, you let me see your bad, fearful and broken pieces. i knew from there on, that your heart is made of glass-it’s enough to use only small amount of force for it to break.”

you feel cheol swallow under your cheek.

“so, i know how easy other people’s opinions affect you. i know that if it’s something you already dislike about yourself, and they say something bad about that part of you, that you will immediately start hating yourself.”

you pause for a second to swallow before you continue.

“what i don’t get is how anyone-you included-could hate any part of you when you are the most beautiful man ever? you…you are so kind, protective of the people you love. you always face everything with fierceness, even when you yourself are scared of it. not only are you beautiful from the inside, but you, exactly as you are right now, are just as beautiful from the outside.”

cheol feels a something heavy stop in his throat, his eyes that are looking back at him in the mirror now filled with unshed tears.

“your body is so beautiful, baby. it’s strong…firm in a way that it makes you feel…reliable. almost as if i am protected simply because you are so strong. but it’s also wrapped with a layer of…softness. which isn’t a bad thing. it just makes cuddling and kissing it that much more enjoyable. this little tummy? that’s my favourite part of you. wanna know why?”

you see cheol nod his head as he uses one of his hands to wipe away the tears, deeply sniffling as he does so.

you use your hold on his tummy to slowly turn him around, his red eyes looking at you brokenly.

pushing away his hands, you wipe away his tears, smiling gently as you end your words.

“because that tummy exists because of me. because you let me take care of you. because i make sure to feed you well. that tummy that you were just thinking of getting rid of? that’s my love coming to the surface.”

cheol closes his eyes, shoulders shaking as he cries quietly.

even quieter than you have been talking just now, you gently yet firmly ask him.

“do you want to get rid of my love then?”

shaking his head ‘no’, he finally-finally-lets a son out, strong arms wrapping around your body as he lets his head hide in your neck, wetness smearing against your skin as his tears keep on falling.

as you rub his back in comfort, you promise to yourself one thing.

i will never allow him to feel or think about himself like this ever again. not when he’s the most perfect person to have ever existed.

[hongcherry]

REC. || c.sc & k.mg (m)

After Mingyu accidentally stumbles upon Seungcheol and his girlfriend's sex tape, he can't get the footage out of his mind. So much so that when Seungcheol confronts him about his odd behavior, Mingyu can't help but to offer to lend a hand and be their videographer. To Mingyu's surprise, they accept.

📷 Pairing: s.coups (seungcheol) x reader x mingyu 📷 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+)/Smut, fluff/Idol!au, established relationship 📷 Word Count: 6k 📷 Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dom!Cheol, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, breast play, creampie, cumplay, oral (m. rec.), gagging, sex tapes, dirty talk, spitting, two spanks lol, rough sex, nicknames (baby, princess, pretty girl), reader has she/her pronouns 📷 Author's Note: Another fic that is finally seeing the light... I forgot I wrote this 😭 I originally had Wonwoo as the third, but I felt Mingyu fit the role better hehe. And TYSM @lovetaroandtaemin for being my beta!

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When Mingyu asked to borrow Seungcheol’s phone to take a few pictures, he didn’t expect to come across a video of his friend and his girlfriend. Especially one so intimate as this.

Despite his better judgment, Mingyu continues to watch the video. Thankfully, it’s already on mute.

Your back is against Seungcheol’s chest, body completely nude and exposed to the camera. Your legs are shut, but Seungcheol soon lifts one to get a better view of his cock drilling into your pussy. He hooks one arm under your lifted leg’s knee and the other around your neck.

Your hands grip his forearm, a smile donning your pretty face. Seungcheol says something that makes your eyes dart to the camera. The smile on your face slowly fades, replaced with a hazy look and slack jaw.

Seungcheol grins smugly and picks up his pace.

Mingyu doesn’t know where he wants to look. He likes seeing your pussy stretch around Seungcheol’s cock, but he also likes watching your tits bounce with each powerful thrust. Then there’s your face. Gradually, your expression becomes more fucked out.

Suddenly, the phone falls, and the screen goes black. Seungcheol’s face comes into view seconds later. He’s laughing and telling you something.

Seungcheol readjusts the camera, propping it up on whatever he found.

Mingyu watches as he gestures to the bed before you crawl onto it. You go on all fours, lowering your front to make your ass stick up in the air. Mingyu’s eyes are glued to your dripping cunt. It’s shining under the lights and looks so sweet. His mouth nearly begins to salivate from wanting to taste you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol moves the camera closer and makes sure it’s stable before walking to you.

You’re shaking your ass playfully, which earns you a spanking that you welcome with a smile. Seungcheol shakes his head and then climbs up behind you. Mingyu watches as Seungcheol aligns his cock and slides in again. Your mouth falls open, and you move your head. Unfortunately, Mingyu can’t see your face anymore.

Seungcheol fucks you hard. His hips slam into yours so much that he has to pull you back a few times because you’ve slid too far forward. Mingyu wishes he had the volume on.

Like before, the phone eventually falls. It lands face up, but all that’s shown is the ceiling.

Mingyu waits impatiently for one of you to pick up the phone again, but neither of you does. He figures none of you realize, or you’re just too lost in each other to care. Probably both.

“You done?” Seungcheol asks as he walks up to him.

Mingyu hastily scrolls to a random picture, closes the gallery, and locks the device. He’s not sure how much Seungcheol can read on his face, but he hopes not much.

“Y-yeah. C-Can you send me w-what I took later?” he asks, pushing the phone back in Seungcheol’s hands like it’s a hot potato—hands that were gripping your waist tightly as he rammed into you from behind.

Mingyu swallows harshly at the memory.

“You couldn’t have done that yourself?” Seungcheol questions while pocketing the device.

Mingyu shrugs and gestures to the nearby store.

“I’m going to get a drink. Be right back,” he announces.

Mingyu leaves before Seungcheol can respond. He spends an abnormal amount of time picking out a cold drink and checking out.

By the time he’s back, his friends are sitting at a table. Seungcheol’s talking to someone on the phone while Joshua and Soonyoung are eating their snacks.

“Oh, he’s back,” Seungcheol says and points his phone at him. On the screen is your face. You’re lying in bed on your stomach, grinning and waving. Despite the innocent appearance, he can’t help but think of you getting railed in that same bed by his friend.

“Hi Mingyu! How’s the trip?” you ask.

It takes him a few seconds longer than necessary to answer.

“G-Good!” Is all he can muster.

“I’m glad,” you reply.

Seungcheol moves the camera to face him again while Mingyu quietly takes a seat.

“If you need anything, just call me,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu hears you laugh.

“I’ll be fine, Cheollie. Enjoy your vacation and don’t get into too much trouble,” you reply.

“I won’t, but I can’t say the same for the others,” Seungcheol jests.

Soonyoung leans over to get into view.

“I’ll keep a close eye on him,” he jokes.

You laugh again. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

Joshua scoffs and pushes Soonyoung out of the way to look at the screen.

“Seriously?!”

“I meant, he’s my favorite tiger,” you explain.

“I don’t know why you two are arguing, it’s obvious I’m her favorite,” Seungcheol says, borderline whining.

“Hmm, you never know. Maybe I like Mingyu the most,” you sing-song.

Mingyu’s grip on the water bottle tightens. He knows you’re just joking. He knows that even if he was your favorite, that wouldn’t mean anything.

But why does his brain suddenly conjure up an image of you beneath him with that fucked out expression?

Mingyu doesn’t realize Seungcheol has turned the camera to him until he lifts his gaze and sees your face.

“You sleepy, Gyu?” you tease, slowly climbing out of bed. You wear a simple shirt that shows the top of your breasts. He shouldn’t be looking there. He shouldn’t be remembering how they bounced so beautifully.

He clears his throat.

“N-No. I mean, yes! Very tired from walking all day,” he stutters.

He watches as you move to your closet.

“I can imagine,” you reply and flash him another pretty grin. “Well, get some rest, okay?”

Mingyu nods.

You open your closet and begin fiddling through some of your options.

“Cheol?” You call out.

Seungcheol moves the phone again, and Mingyu feels he can finally breathe.

“You heading out?” he asks.

“Yeah, I need to leave soon or else I’ll be late,” you say.

“Okay. Be safe, baby,” Seungcheol replies.

“Always, handsome. Bye bye!”

Seungcheol waves at the camera with a big smile before setting his phone down. He, Soonyoung, and Joshua ease back into conversation like nothing happened, which nothing major did happen. Everyone’s used to each other having partners and being friendly with them. Seungcheol and you have been together long enough to be comfortable with everyone.

Mingyu just wishes he could burn that video from his mind so he can go back to normal. He’s always thought you were attractive, but he’s never seen you in that way until now. Never wanted you like that until now. He knows he’s in big trouble.

A week passed, and much to Mingyu’s misery, he couldn’t erase that video from his head. What makes matters worse is he’s touched himself thinking of it. He’s made up some elaborate story of how it ended since he never got to see or hear it.

In his story, he makes an appearance. Somehow, he talked his way into joining the fun. You’re laid on your back, taking Seungcheol’s cock in your pussy while swallowing his dick. All the while, it’s filmed in the same position as it was previously.

Mingyu tries to rid the memory. He watches countless porn videos to replace your and Seungcheol’s in his mind. However, nothing works.

Anytime he’s around Seungcheol or near him, all he can think about is that video. Now that he’s back in town, he fears he’ll run into you too.

Seungcheol’s asked him multiple times if anything was wrong, but Mingyu always denied it. How can he tell his friend he saw the video of him fucking his girlfriend? How can he say he jerked off to said video? Imagining his friend’s girlfriend pleasuring him in that same way? He can’t confess that. He will never.

At least that’s what he vowed in his head.

“Come on, you’ve been avoiding me. What’d I do wrong?” Seungcheol says. He’s finally got Mingyu cornered.

“Nothing,” Mingyu replies, gaze averted.

“You can’t even look at me, yet nothing’s wrong?” Seungcheol scoffs, showing gradual irritation.

Mingyu swallows harshly. He knows his days are numbered. He tried to get over it, but it’s obvious he can’t. He either needs to confess his sins or let his friendship with Seungcheol fade because of his avoidance.

Releasing a deep sigh, Mingyu mutters, “I saw the video.”

“What video?” Seungcheol asks, confused.

“The, uh, video of… you and Yn,” he replies quietly.

Mingyu peers up to see Seungcheol’s shocked face. Then, his ears begin to redden, and his brows furrow. Mingyu’s not sure if he’s mad or embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to! I was j-just checking the pictures I took and clicked it by accident!“ Mingyu explains hurriedly before he gets scolded.

Seungcheol lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the muscles.

“I guess I shouldn’t have let you borrow my phone after all,” Seungcheol mumbles sheepishly. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Mingyu doesn’t reply because he’s not sure how to respond. What’s he to do now? Will confessing this secret make that memory fade away now? Should he go on his knees and beg for forgiveness, even if it was an accident?

“I’m sorry I was careless,” he finally answers. “I-Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

Mingyu’s going to let it slide, but when he speaks, it’s not what he means to say.

“I could film for you,” he blurts.

Seungcheol’s eyebrows skyrocket, and he turns to Mingyu with a look of shock and disbelief.

“W-What? Film? You mean…” Seungcheol trails off like he’s imagining Mingyu’s offer.

Mingyu probably appears surprised, like Seungcheol, but to a lesser degree. He didn’t mean to say that.

“I just… the camera kept falling, you know, and you couldn’t see—”

“Are you criticizing our video skills?” Seungcheol asks, still confused.

“N-No!” Mingyu frantically stutters. “I just meant to imply I could make sure it looks nice for you t-two. For when you want to… uh… watch it back and stuff.”

Mingyu’s not sure why he keeps talking himself into a grave. The more his words register in his mind, the more he feels like crawling into a hole. He can’t believe he just offered his friend to be the videographer of his sex tapes. Absolutely absurd.

And yet…

“I can, um, ask Yn about it,” Seungcheol replies. “We only filmed them so we’d have something when we go on tours. I don’t know if she’d want something more… professional.”

Mingyu nods, keeping his mouth shut in case any more ridiculous nonsense comes out.

Two days later, Mingyu finds himself standing across from you and Seungcheol in your bedroom. He toys with the phone in his hand anxiously.

“You don’t have to do this, Gyu,” you say when you notice his fidgeting.

Mingyu shakes his head. “It’s not that. I just don’t want to make you both feel awkward.”

You grin and grab Seungcheol’s hand.

“We talked about it, and we’re both okay with this. Since none of us has done this before, it probably will be a little weird at first, but I think it’ll get better after a while.”

You glance at Seungcheol as if expecting him to say something. He nods and clears his throat.

“And you’ve already seen the video, so not everything will be new to you,” he says.

You roll your eyes playfully.

“I guess that’s true too,” you add.

Mingyu inhales a deep breath and releases it steadily.

“Okay,” he says like he’s mentally preparing himself. Which, in a way, he is. He knows this is the point of no return. He knows this is a dangerous spot to be in. He doesn’t expect either of you to open your relationship to him, but he can’t help but wonder if this will be a one-time thing. Selfishly, he wishes it wouldn’t be. However, he doesn’t want to come between your relationship and won’t complain if this is his only chance.

“Are you going to direct us or,” you fade off.

Mingyu shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to.”

It’s not that Mingyu wouldn’t want to, but he figures he’s doing a favor for you both. He would rather you consider him a fly on the wall than an actual spectator. Though if this were to happen again in the future, maybe he’d change his answer.

Nodding, you glance between both men.

“So, how should this start?” you ask.

Seungcheol looks at Mingyu for guidance. Mingyu finds it a little ironic that even though he said he wasn’t going to direct, he already is.

“You can just start the way you normally would?” Mingyu suggests while lifting the camera. “Kissing or touching.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you tease lightly.

Mingyu hits RECORD as you both lean in, mouths finding each other halfway. The kiss starts a little tentatively. Mingyu knows it’s because of his presence, so he stays still, wanting you both to forget he’s there.

After a couple more glides of the tongues, you do. The kiss gets more heated, hands get more touchy.

Mingyu slowly creeps up, wanting a closer view of how your lips move in tandem. He captures the way your tongues glide against each other. Sometimes, one of you will nip at the other’s lips and make the other smile.

Seungcheol ends up breaking the kiss so he can tug off your shirt and bra. He leans down to suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

Your head falls onto one of your shoulders, lifting a hand to tangle in his locks. You watch Seungcheol rapidly flick his tongue against your nipple. He gives you a smile when his eyes meet yours.

You’re so caught up with Seungcheol that you forget about Mingyu until he shifts.

Your gaze flickers up to the phone in his hand.

Mingyu catches your eyes through the screen. His heart skips a beat, shifting again nervously. You release a silent chuckle and open your mouth to say something when Seungcheol bites down.

“Focus on me,” Seungcheol says and kisses your breast.

You gasp and nod, pulling him toward your other nipple. Your mouth falls when he latches on and sucks harshly.

Seungcheol glides a hand up your leg and into your shorts. He grazes his fingers over your folds to see if you’re wet. You are.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your skin. He pulls away, hastily tugging down your shorts and underwear. You kick them off to the side.

Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his. The second you’re situated, you lean down and kiss him.

Seungcheol hums into the kiss as he snakes his hand down to rub your clit. Your hips jerk at the touch, and you clutch his shoulders tightly. He chuckles.

“Your body responds so easily,” he hums.

He trails his fingers south, running them through your folds and groaning lowly in your ear at how wet you are. Carefully, he eases two fingers halfway.

You inhale sharply and lean your chest into Seungcheol.

Mingyu unintentionally holds his breath as he watches through the phone. There’s something so sexy about you being the only one naked in the room. He watches your body tense as Seungcheol pulls his fingers out, then pushes them back in. He does this until he works your dripping pussy open enough to fit the digits all the way.

As Seungcheol begins pumping his fingers in your pussy, his gaze flickers to Mingyu and the camera. Mingyu’s zeroed in on your pussy, so Seungcheol knows his face won’t be in view.

Seungcheol didn’t think he’d be so turned on by one of his friends filming him and his partner like this, but he is. He likes it even more seeing how affected Mingyu is—evident by his tight pants. It strokes his ego, and he feels proud that he has someone as attractive and loyal as you.

“Spread your ass, baby,” Seungcheol whispers in your ear. “Give Mingyu a pretty view of me stretching your pussy for later.”

You nod as you reach back, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

He spreads his fingers apart, slowly stretching your hole more. You whimper into his neck and grip your ass harder. Seungcheol eases his separated fingers out, making sure Mingyu is capturing it. Then, he shoves them back in and rapidly pumps them.

You cry out a moan, lifting your hips up but only having them pushed back down by Seungcheol’s free hand. You’re so wet that the squelching is deafening. You nuzzle your face in Seungcheol’s neck in embarrassment.

Seungcheol chuckles.

“I bet you’re dripping everywhere, baby,” he hums and pulls out. He gives your pussy one harsh slap that makes your body jolt. Your hands shoot forward onto his chest to keep your balance.

“So wet and ready for my cock, hm?”

“Yes,” you mewl. “Need you inside me so bad.”

He hums, then lowers both his hands to rub your inner thighs, feeling them wet from your arousal. He smiles and spreads your juices over more of your legs and ass. He wants you shining in it.

Then an idea pops into his head. His big hands grab fistfuls of your ass and spreads it apart again.

“Spit on her cunt, Mingyu.”

Both you and Mingyu suck in a breath, and for some reason, that alone makes his ego grow.

“W-What?” Mingyu asks, stunned eyes rising above the phone to look at his friend. He feels his heart race at the idea. He didn’t think he’d participate at all.

“Spit,” Seungcheol commands.

Mingyu starts to lower the camera but quickly adjusts it to keep your pussy in view. He leans forward and fuck, you smell even better up close. He has to resist the urge to lap up your juices and instead, does as Seungcheol wants and spits on your exposed cunt.

Seungcheol's fingers glide through your folds, smearing your arousal mixed with Mingyu’s spit.

Mingyu can feel his pants getting tighter. He knows it’s not the same as touching you, but seeing your pussy covered in his spit makes his mind a little hazy.

“How does that feel, princess?” Seungcheol asks you. “Mingyu’s spit making you wetter and more ready for me.”

“Again, please,” you whine.

Seungcheol smiles.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he chides.

This time, Seungcheol carefully spreads your folds instead, letting Mingyu see your entrance.

“You heard her,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate and spits as much as he can on your pretty cunt. He watches as it slowly slides down.

Seungcheol removes his hands and sets you on the bed.

“All the way up, baby,” he instructs.

Mingyu watches on dazed. He hopes the camera captured all that, but it’s difficult to focus now. He just wants to spread your pussy so he can see his spit. It turns him on even more knowing you can probably feel him better since Seungcheol didn’t mess with it. Mingyu’s fingers twitch with the thought of feeling just how wet you are.

In the meantime, Seungcheol has rid himself of his clothes and has climbed on top of you.

Mingyu tries hard to snap out of his stupor so he can get good angles.

Seungcheol spreads your legs far apart, then adjusts himself so his knees hold you open. It’s the perfect view of your soaking cunt, which Mingyu figures is the reason Seungcheol chose this position. The aforementioned man leans down to kiss you, rubbing his tip along your folds at the same time.

Mingyu wants to get your faces on screen, but he doesn’t want to compromise the sight he has now.

Your hips buck anytime Seungcheol rubs your clit and Mingyu nearly offers to help you. Though he keeps his lips sealed and comes closer. He makes sure the camera’s in focus.

Seungcheol finally slips his cock in, earning him a loud mewl from you. Your legs tense for just the briefest moment before relaxing.

Seungcheol eases inside so easily, it makes Mingyu jealous. It’s obvious he has no issues pushing in all the way due to how drenched you are, yet he takes his time so you feel every inch of him.

Mingyu’s jaw slacks at seeing your pussy stretching around his friend’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re the perfect fit, pretty girl,” Seungcheol groans, hips pressing against yours.

“All yours, Cheollie,” you say and shift your hips, eager for more.

“That I am.” He smiles.

Seungcheol starts off with steady thrusts, allowing your body to get used to his thick cock.

“Harder,” you whine and tug on his waist.

“Harder?” Seungcheol chuckles. “Why? You wanna show Mingyu how much you can take?”

You say nothing, but Mingyu gets the sense that Seungcheol’s right.

“If that’s what you want,” Seungcheol says. Then quieter, “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“Okay.”

With one last kiss, Seungcheol lifts his hips and then slams back down.

Mingyu hears you curse, but the sound gets lost when Seungcheol does it again. Each powerful thrust gets quicker until he’s ramming into you like he’s releasing some pent-up frustration.

Your hands tighten on his waist as if prepared to stop him, but Seungcheol grasps your wrists and pins them to the mattress.

“You can take this, princess,” Seungcheol gruffs. “I know you can. Doing so well already. Keep going.”

Mingyu watches through the camera as Seungcheol glides his cock roughly in and out. The sounds of skin hitting skin and your consistent moans are like ecstasy to his ears.

Seungcheol gives one final push before he stills. He’s breathing heavier, but he only takes a few seconds to rest before he’s rocking his hips into yours.

“So good,” Seungcheol praises and kisses you roughly.

Mingyu moves from his position to capture your faces. The kiss is so heated, Mingyu figures you both have forgotten he’s here.

Small whines come from you that get lost in Seungcheol’s mouth. Your bodies rock gently for a moment, and then Seungcheol gradually picks up speed. However, he doesn’t go as fast as before.

Mingyu pans the camera to a wider angle so he can get your bare chest in view.

Seungcheol lifts himself and runs his hands across your body to grip your breasts while still moving his hips. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch. He pinches both nipples and tugs them upward.

“Cheol,” you gasp, body lifting more off the mattress to ease the pain. Seungcheol releases them and quickly rubs your breasts to soothe them. They bounce in his hands from his thrusts, and Mingyu has the quickest thought of what it’d be like to be in Seungcheol’s position. He wonders if your breasts would look just as beautiful in his hands as they do in his friend’s.

Seungcheol glides his hands lower to grip your waist. Your back rests on the bed once more, but your head is thrown back when Seungcheol starts snapping his hips rougher and faster.

“Shit,” you moan.

Mingyu steps slightly closer, tightening the angle so it’s just your face and chest.

Your tits bounce more with Seungcheol’s speed, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

“Look at the camera, princess,” Seungcheol instructs.

Your eyes flutter open, turning your head in Mingyu’s direction. Mingyu feels a rush to his cock from making eye contact through the screen again. Your eyes are slightly glossed over, and your mouth is ajar.

“Tell him how you feel,” Seungcheol says.

You smile. “So good,” you giggle, but the end gets cut off with another moan from Seungcheol sliding in harshly.

“Cheollie feels so good,” you murmur pathetically. “So big in me.”

Seungcheol squeezes your body at your words, making you smile.

Your gaze drops from the camera, and Mingyu’s bulge comes into your field of vision. You can tell how turned on he is, and it makes you grin bigger. It’s not necessarily because you want him in such a way, but it feels good knowing you had that effect.

Mingyu notices you staring at his crotch, causing his cheeks to heat. The majority of him feels embarrassed at having been caught with a tent in his pants, but another part wishes you had your lips wrapped around his cock as Seungcheol fucks you. That part of his brain makes his cock twitch. He uses all the will in his body to stay put. 

You tear your attention away and reach out to Seungcheol, your loving boyfriend who agreed to do this. He intertwines your hands and raises them above your head. He gives you one long kiss before he speaks.

“What do you need, princess?” he asks.

“Wanna come,” you pout.

He laughs. “That so?”

Your hips rock forward to try to coax him to go faster.

“Yes,” you say.

Seungcheol smiles and kisses you again. He pulls away just enough to whisper, “Okay.”

Your mouth stretches in a grin, quickly leaning up and pecking his lips. Seungcheol chases your lips and kisses you fervently. As he does, his hand slides between your bodies to circle your clit.

You moan into his mouth, and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to dip his tongue inside.

Although Mingyu wants to stay, he moves to the edge of the bed so he can watch you take Seungcheol’s cock again.

Seungcheol rubs your clit quickly while snapping his hips into yours roughly.

Your cries get louder and more jumbled as you near your orgasm. Your legs tense, hips bucking wildly to chase that pleasure you crave. Soon, you’re cumming around Seungcheol’s cock. Your juices squirt everywhere as Seungcheol continues to thrust inside. Some of it lands on Mingyu’s hand. His eyes drop to it and before he’s caught or second-guesses his craving, he sucks the substances into his mouth.

Holy fucking shit, you taste like heaven.

Seungcheol gives you a moment to ride out your climax before he focuses on his own. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, making your hips rise slightly off the mattress. Mingyu’s cock jumps in his pants again from jealousy of being so deep in your sweet cunt.

“C-Cheol! Oh fuck, baby. Shit,” you cry out. Your fingers claw at his back, leaving trails of red in their wake.

“Fuck, baby,” Seungcheol rasps. “Y’want my cum so bad you’re squeezing around me tighter. Can barely move.”

Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Seungcheol continues to drill his cock in your spent pussy. Your juices dampen the sheets below and linger on your and Seungcheol’s bodies. Mingyu wants to lick up your thighs and gather it all in his mouth.

Seungcheol’s sudden low groan fills the room. It’s the loudest he’s been all night. He keeps his hips against yours, cock twitching as he empties his load.

His head falls onto your chest, and your hands quickly tangle in his hair to comfort him. You both stay like this for a few minutes—long enough to make Mingyu feel like he’s suddenly intruding. Though before he can sneak away, Seungcheol carefully slips his cock out. He sets down your legs and moves to the side.

Mingyu steps closer. He angles the camera low.

Seungcheol nudges your legs wider and spreads your folds again. Both men watch as Seungcheol’s white cum leaks out of your fluttering hole.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty filled with my cum, Mingyu?” Seungcheol questions. He lets the majority of it seep out before gathering it up on his fingers and smearing it over your pussy.

Mingyu finds it hard to speak, so he just nods.

Seungcheol’s focus drops to his friend’s pants. Even if Mingyu wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to hide his hard-on.

“We talked about this before, and we wanted to give you a reward for filming us,” Seungcheol says.

He reaches back for your hand to help you sit up. Seungcheol grabs a pillow, then you both climb off the bed and step closer to Mingyu.

Mingyu’s thoughts are everywhere, and all he can do is stand frozen.

After tossing the pillow onto the floor, Seungcheol places his hands on your shoulders to push you down gently onto your knees.

Mingyu’s mouth opens to talk, but nothing comes out. He stares down at you with big eyes.

Seungcheol takes the camera from him.

“Will you let Yn take care of you, or would you rather do that in private?” Seungcheol asks.

Normally, Seungcheol wouldn’t allow this to happen. He’s possessive, so what’s his is his only. But Mingyu’s a close friend, and he’s already seen so much. He trusts you won’t leave him, so he decided to make an exception.

“R-Really? You both are o-okay with t-this?” Mingyu finally finds his voice.

“Yes. We already had a discussion and came to an agreement,” Seungcheol explains.

Mingyu glances at his friend and then at you. You give him a reassuring smile, nodding. Despite you being tired, you’re still willing to relieve Mingyu.

Mingyu’s heart is pounding in his chest. His dream is coming true.

The moment he nods, your hands start unbuttoning his pants.

Mingyu stares down at you, still surprised this is actually happening.

“Poor Guy,” you murmur when you expose him. His big cock is hard and precum has soaked his underwear. “Had to wait so long.”

“S’okay,” he mutters.

You giggle and start to raise a hand to stroke him, but Seungcheol stops you. You and Mingyu turn to him in puzzlement.

A bit of shame creeps into Mingyu’s chest at having forgotten he was here. It’s a reminder that you’re not his. You’re Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol reaches down between your legs, causing you to gasp. When his hand comes up, he’s got some of his cum on his fingers. He spreads it on Mingyu’s cock, which twitches at the contact. Then, Seungcheol pushes his fingers into your mouth so you can clean him up. Once you do, he motions for you to continue.

You circle Mingyu’s girthy cock with your hands and use Seungcheol's cum to slide your hands easier. Mingyu’s mouth falls open at having finally felt pleasure where he needs it.

You give him a few more pumps before your lips spread around his tip.

Mingyu curses, and his head dips back. He feels your tongue lick at his slit, which makes him moan.

Slowly, you ease him down your throat until you gag. Mingyu lifts his head so he can see you take his cock.

Your head bobs while your hands stroke the length not in your mouth. You’re sucking and licking his cock so well that he has to force himself not to come right away.

“How does her mouth feel?” Seungcheol asks.

Mingyu snaps his gaze to his friend and sees he’s got the camera pointed down toward you. His cock jerks in your mouth knowing this is all being recorded. That he’s finally on the other end of the lens.

“Like heaven,” Mingyu replies.

You smile around his dick and give his thighs a squeeze.

“Come on, baby. Give him more. Don’t you think he deserves it?” Seungcheol coaxes.

You nod and then take Mingyu’s cock farther down your throat. You gag but try to focus on something other than that feeling.

Seungcheol reaches out and grabs some of your hair.

“If you can take me all the way, you can take him,” he says and pushes you down slowly.

Your hands tighten on Mingyu’s thighs as your boyfriend shoves your head down deeper—all the way until your nose touches his pelvis.

“Shit,” Mingyu groans. His focus is glued to your mouth, stretched so wide around his aching cock. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he locks them behind his head.

“That’s it, princess,” Seungcheol coos. He pulls your head back slightly, then pushes you down again. He does this until you take control and do it yourself a few times.

Eventually, you slide off his cock so you can breathe. Seungcheol rubs your head as you cough a few times.

“You okay?” he asks.

You glance up at him and nod. He gives you an encouraging smile, pecks your lips, then turns you to face Mingyu again.

When your gaze meet his, Mingyu’s heart drops. Your eyes are watery, and some drool lingers around your lips and chin.

“Need you again,” he murmurs, shifting a hand to move some of your hair from your face.

You giggle and kiss his tip. “I know, Gyu.”

Then your mouth sinks onto him again. You suck his cock quickly, mouth and hands wrapped around him tightly.

Mingyu’s breathing gets heavier. He wants to put his hands in your hair, but he doesn’t know if that’s too much. Instead, he keeps his hands clasped behind his neck.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Mingyu grunts. He knows it hasn’t been long, but after watching you two fuck without being able to touch himself, he already was near his end.

Seungcheol tangles his fingers in your hair again and eases you down all the way.

“Let him fill my pretty girl’s mouth,” Seungcheol says.

You squeeze your legs together, arousal coating your inner thighs again. Your refound neediness makes you suck him harder.

Mingyu feels overstimulated already. Your mouth feels so perfect, and your sounds are so beautiful. He loves listening to his cock gliding in and out of your tight throat.

Mingyu doesn’t mean to, but he ends up thrusting into your mouth. He’s so close that his mind is only focused on chasing his high. You moan around him when he starts fucking your mouth and that’s what does him in. The vibrations spill him over the edge.

Seungcheol forces you to stay still as Mingyu shoots his warm cum down your throat, his moans filling the room.

You watch as pure bliss falls upon Mingyu’s expression and another dose of pride fills your chest.

Once he’s come down from his climax, he looks down. Your mouth still engulfs him whole, and your lashes are still damp. He wants to stay here longer, but he shouldn’t.

Carefully, he slides out of your mouth.

He watches you swallow the remaining of his cum and turn to Seungcheol. He’s tossed the phone onto the bed.

“You’re hard again,” you observe with a teasing grin.

Mingyu’s attention lowers to Seungcheol and sees he’s indeed hard.

Seungcheol laughs and helps you up.

“Maybe if you weren’t so sexy sucking Mingyu’s dick, I wouldn’t be,” he jests.

“Can’t help it. I’m naturally sexy,” you joke back.

Seungcheol wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. He looks up at his friend with a warm smile.

“Thanks for the favor,” he says.

Against Mingyu’s better judgment, his eyes linger on you a little too long.

“No problem,” he replies and dresses himself.

Seungcheol puts on his underwear again and gives you his shirt.

“Get home safe, Gyu,” you say once you’re dressed.

Mingyu nods. He wants to ask if you’ll send him his part of the video, but something about having a film of his friend’s partner sucking him off feels wrong. Nonetheless, he still wishes he had it.

“T-Thanks for the, uh, help,” he says.

You glance away shyly. “No problem. You deserved it.”

Mingyu wonders what else he can do to deserve it again.

Seungcheol comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Thanks again,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu nods and starts heading for the door. You and Seungcheol follow him out.

“Bye, Gyu,” you call out with a wave when he opens the door. Mingyu forces a smile, waving back as he leaves the apartment.

After the door shuts, Mingyu stands still for a moment as everything starts registering in his mind. He doesn’t want to put any thought into what happened, because he might start reading into it. It was just a favor, and people have sex without meaning all the time. Not that your and Seungcheol’s sex is meaningless, but the head you gave him is.

Mingyu groans slightly and trudges away. What has he done?

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[kwanniverse]

is it too late to say sorry?

pairing: idol seungcheol x reader troupe: already lovers genre(s): est. relationship, some angst but mostly comfort and fluff at the end! warning(s): none word count: ~1.7k summary: he shows up at her doorstep with a box full of memories, apologies, and the question he should’ve asked sooner: “is it too late to say sorry?”

pt 3 of seungcheol short series, read pt1, "words hurt more than you think." here, and pt2, "words that bleed" here!

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

it started with silence.

the kind that wasn’t empty, but too full. full of unsaid words, shattered trust, unfinished memories. a silence that screamed in the corners of your apartment, that wrapped itself around your chest every night as you tried to sleep but only ended up staring at the ceiling, reliving the way his voice broke you. a silence that clung to the walls like smoke, curling into everything... your coffee, your shower, your reflection, reminding you of what once was, and what never would be again. it followed you like a shadow, uninvited but constant. like silence. like him. and for weeks, that’s all you gave him.

not because you wanted to hurt him, but because you had to protect yourself. after what he said, after the look in his eyes that night — sharp, cold, unfamiliar, there just wasn’t anything left to say. he had cut too deep, and it wasn’t just the words. it was the way he didn’t stop himself. the way he didn’t even flinch as you stood there with your heart in your hands, waiting for him to take it, and instead, he dropped it. dropped it like it meant nothing. like you meant nothing. so you left. not loudly. not with slamming doors or shouted curses. just… quietly. painfully. and you didn’t look back. no goodbye. no dramatic closure. just silence in return — the same silence he once gave you while you begged him to say something, anything, to explain. you gave it back. not to get even, but to get free.

your phone remained untouched. no read receipts. no notifications from him that you didn’t delete. you didn’t block him — you couldn’t bring yourself to. but you didn’t answer either. not once. because how do you respond to someone who only realised what they had after they lost it? how do you open the door to someone who didn’t fight to keep it closed? you saw the messages, even if you didn’t open them. one-liners at first. then longer ones. the kind that sounded like they were written at 2am, when regret feels loudest. then none at all. silence from him too — the kind that meant he was probably giving up. and still, that hurt more than it should’ve. because part of you wanted him to keep trying. even if you didn’t know what you’d do if he did.

until one night, there was a knock at your door.

you weren’t expecting anyone. your hair was messy, pulled up in a lazy bun. you wore the sweatshirt you always wore when your chest felt too heavy. your apartment was dimly lit, the rain tapping lightly on your windows. a half-drunk mug of tea sat forgotten on the counter. and when you opened the door just a crack — you saw him.

seungcheol.

hood pulled over his head, soaked from the light rain, holding a cardboard box in his arms like it weighed more than he did. his sneakers squelched slightly against the welcome mat, water dripping from the frayed edge of his sleeves. he looked like a ghost. one that still knew your name. you didn’t move. didn’t say anything at first. you just stared at him. he looked pale, tired, worn down — like he hadn’t slept well in weeks. the dark circles under his eyes told stories no words could. and finally, your voice came out, low and flat. “what do you want, seungcheol?” he blinked, momentarily taken back because normally you would never call him his name like that, but he deserved it. of course he did. exhaling shakily, he said four words. just four. “to fix what i broke.”

you didn’t say anything.

he adjusted his grip on the box, fingers curled too tightly around the sides. the cardboard looked damp near the edges, and you wondered if it was from the rain or from the way his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “you can’t undo what you said,” you replied, the words falling out before you could stop them. not bitter. just honest. he nodded slowly. “i know.” “then why are you here?” his eyes met yours, and for a second, it looked like he might cry. he looked like he already had. “because i love you,” he said, and it felt like the air shifted. like the earth tilted just a little under your feet. your breath hitched. you didn’t know what to say. because those were the same words he’d used before — back when you believed them. back when they felt like safety, not a bruise. “because you deserved better than the way i treated you,” he continued, voice shaking now. “and i didn’t realise how much damage i caused until you were gone. and now i don’t even know if i have the right to ask…” he swallowed. looked down. then looked right at you.

“but… is it too late now to say sorry?”

your fingers tightened slightly on the door. his words hung in the air like fog. you finally spoke, slow and tired. “…what’s in the box?” “memories,” he said. “apologies. the truth. and maybe something that could be a start. if you’ll let it be.” you stared at him, heart tight. you hated how much you wanted to believe him. how much you still wanted him. “you think a bunch of letters can fix what you did?” he shook his head. “no. they’re not meant to fix anything. they’re just proof. that i haven’t stopped thinking about you. that i remember everything. that i still… want this. want you. if there’s even a small part of you that wants me too.” your chest ached.

“…i don’t forgive you.”

he nodded again. “i wouldn’t forgive me either.”

and maybe it was the way he didn’t try to fight that, didn’t beg or rush to defend himself — that made something in your expression shift. because for once, he wasn’t asking you to forget. he was asking you to feel. “…you look like shit,” you muttered. his laugh was short, breathless. “i feel worse.” still, you didn’t close the door. “…i’m not ready,” you whispered. his eyes softened. “i don’t need you to be.” and then — slowly, like he was afraid the moment might break — he crouched down and set the box gently by your feet. you didn’t touch it. not yet. but you saw it. saw the hoodie you hadn’t realised you missed. the envelope. the corner of a small photo album peeking through.

he backed up a step, hoodie dripping water onto your welcome mat. he looked like a boy again. someone who had once held your hand and made promises he didn’t know he’d break. “but when you are ready,” he said, voice steady despite the shaking in his chest, “i’ll be here. every day. same place. no pressure. just me. waiting.” he turned. and for some reason — you didn’t close the door. “…you really kept that polaroid of us in the rain?” you asked quietly. he turned back instantly. “of course i did.” you looked down. your voice came out smaller than you meant. “idiot.”

he smiled. but he didn’t say anything more. and then he walked away.

you didn’t open the box right away. it sat on your coffee table for a full day before you even touched it. and when you did, it broke you. the hoodie still smelled faintly like him. like cinnamon and clean laundry and memories you thought you’d buried. you buried your face in it before you could stop yourself. it was stupid how much comfort it brought. how much pain too. the letters — forty-three of them — were all numbered. some long, some short. all raw. all written in his unmistakable handwriting, smudged in places where it looked like tears had fallen. some had dates. some had drawings. one had a dried flower tucked inside. you cried at letter seventeen.

he did too, according to the page.

you didn’t know why that made you cry harder. the photo album — messy, scribbled, heartfelt — made you laugh and cry all over again. captions in his messy scrawl. inside jokes only the two of you would get. pictures that felt like time machines. you weren’t ready to miss him. but you did. more than ever.

you read everything. every note. every caption. every silent apology. but still, you didn’t text him. not yet. until a week later — when the silence finally stopped feeling like safety and started feeling like fear. when you realized your heart was still broken, but not closed. and that night, you sent a message.

[you free tomorrow?] simple. short. but it carried more than you would ever know. a pause. then another. [i’m not saying yes. just… meet me at the old bridge. 7pm.]

you didn’t know why you were crying. only that you couldn’t stop. he was already there when you arrived. hoodie. jeans. hands shoved into his pockets. eyes scanning the path like he didn’t want to hope — but couldn’t help it. you walked up slowly. neither of you said anything for the first minute. then you asked, “you really wrote forty-three letters?” he nodded. “i read all of them.”

his breath caught. “i didn’t know if you would.” “…i cried at letter seventeen,” you whispered. he smiled. eyes shining. “me too.” you looked at him. really looked. and for the first time in weeks — you smiled. small. shaky. real. “i’m still angry.” “i’ll hold your anger until you’re ready to let go,” he said softly. “i’m still hurt.” “then i’ll be gentle.” “i’m scared.” he reached out, fingers brushing your pinky. hesitant. trembling. “me too. but i’m not leaving this time.”

you stared down at your hands. then — slowly — you hooked your pinky with his. you leaned into his side. not all at once. not fully. just enough. “…you’re still an idiot,” you muttered under your breath.

he let out the softest laugh. “but i’m your idiot,” he whispered. and for the first time since he broke your heart — you didn’t let go.

[blueminnies-blog]

Seungcheol Randoms

Can you imagine waking up, sheets tangled around your legs, light spilling through the curtains—

And him, standing at the window, bare back to you, muscles flexing with every stretch, that tattoo staring back at you like it knows what he did to you last night.

And you? You're just lying there, blinking like,“So this is heaven. I died peacefully, and I’ve been claimed.”

Then he turns, hair a mess, sleepy eyes, voice raspy from sleep like,“You’re up, baby?”

And you’re like—

No sir, I’m DOWN, Six feet under,Buried in love, Resting in Cheol!!

[notesofthemountain]

The Favorite

♡ Author’s note: English isn’t my first language, so sorry if something feels a bit off! Thanks a lot for reading, and please remember this is just fiction — nothing personal ♡♡♡

♡ Content: platonic bond (platonic S.Coups x reader), 14th member of Seventeen, reader is S.Coups’ favorite, slice of life, light angst, fluff, a bit of humor

The practice room was quieter than usual. Even though it was early in the morning, most of the members were still asleep. However, the one brimming with energy was S.Coups — and it wasn’t just because he liked to start the day off right. No. It was because three members were late, and irritation was starting to crawl up his spine with every second that passed without them walking through the door.

It took ten minutes before a disheveled and anxious Mingyu finally rushed in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, hyung,” he apologized, bowing to the group leader, who eyed him with suspicion.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again. Got it? You can explain later what excuse you came up with for being this late,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Mingyu nodded nervously and went over to the rest of the boys, who were still sitting on the floor waiting to begin rehearsal—except for Hoshi, who was already running through the choreography in his head.

“Seriously, where are these kids? I’m gonna have to count how many new gray hairs I’ve grown tonight,” S.Coups muttered sarcastically.

Jeonghan, watching him with an amused look, replied, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re the oldest and the leader, right? Plus, one of the people missing is your favorite, you know.”

At that, Seungcheol crossed his arms and responded with a casual tone, “I know. But I’m sure something actually happened to her. You know traffic’s always awful from her place to here. That’s understandable. Unlike Dino—he’s getting his ears pulled later for showing up late to work.”

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a completely exhausted and sweaty Dino stumbled in, like he’d just run a marathon. Right behind him, you entered—calm and composed—sipping iced coffee through a straw.

Jeonghan let out a laugh and called Joshua over to watch the scene unfold. The two of them positioned themselves like they were at the movies—only the popcorn was missing.

“So?” S.Coups asked, glaring directly at Dino.

“Well, hyung, you won’t believe this, but I was walking and almost got hit by a car. Then some old lady needed help with her groceries, and then, then—”

“Enough. Spare me the excuses. I want the truth. The real truth. Got it?” the leader snapped, cutting him off.

You were still calmly sipping your coffee. Honestly, S.Coups did scare you a little in moments like this—mostly because you didn’t have any excuse. And the truth was... more embarrassing than you'd like to admit. You had stayed up watching a new anime, telling yourself each episode would be the last.

Spoiler: it wasn’t.

You ended up getting only three hours of sleep, and even then, you struggled to get out of bed. Then came the coffee emergency—you needed caffeine to function, and of course, you had forgotten to restock. So you stopped by a café on the way, which only made you later.

It only took a few seconds, but S.Coups gave you one of those leader stares that made you blurt out the truth immediately.

“I needed coffee, and the line at the café was really long. That’s why I’m late,” you said, clutching your cup nervously.

He softened immediately and gave you a small smile.

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. I need coffee to start my day too. Next time, just text me and I’ll bring one for you to rehearsal,” he said with a warm smile, motioning you over to give you a short hug.

Dino sighed, relieved that his hyung had finally calmed down.

“I didn’t get any coffee... you don’t have some to spare, do you, hyung?” he asked, walking over.

“Don’t even think about asking for coffee right now. Go join the others—we’re already starting late,” S.Coups said, scolding the youngest, who stood there, mouth agape at how quickly his leader had switched moods.

“But, I bet she stayed up all night watching something and that’s why she got delayed at the café,” Dino muttered, not wrong in the slightest.

“How do you know that? Do you live with Y/N now? She already said there was a line. Not her fault, okay?” S.Coups shot back, defending you.

Rolling his eyes, Dino turned and walked off toward the group, grumbling that he was only being scolded because you were clearly the leader’s favorite. And he wasn’t wrong about that either.

It was no secret to anyone that you were Seungcheol’s soft spot. He’d always kept you under his wing, like a mama hen protecting her chick from the world.

S.Coups gently ruffled your hair as you finished your coffee. You gave him a smile, and he looked at you with sparkling eyes as he guided you toward the others.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead,” he whispered with a grin that was only ever meant for you.

Jeonghan and Joshua watched with knowing smiles, watching how the oldest member always melted around you. Not that you had to do much to win him over. It must’ve just been part of the perks of being Seungcheol’s favorite.

-

This time, you were filming an episode of Going Seventeen—specifically, the MouseBusters episode. Naturally, you ended up as a mouse. And even though your hiding skills weren’t the greatest (and your running skills were worse), you still wanted to try your best and win.

Honestly though, just spending time and having fun with the boys was enough to get you excited to film this kind of content.

You’d asked the cameraman to let you carry the camera, because if not, it would be obvious a mouse was hiding there. You found a spot under some white tarps that covered sacks of material. It was a tight squeeze, but if you crouched and curled up into a ball, maybe you’d stay hidden. Hopefully. Because really, hiding there was more an act of faith than a solid strategy.

While making funny faces at the camera, you heard someone’s footsteps nearby. You couldn’t tell who it was, but you silently prayed they’d pass by without noticing.

No luck.

The tarp suddenly lifted, revealing your curled-up form.

“Got you!” shouted S.Coups, pointing a toy water gun at you.

But the moment he saw it was you, he laughed and lowered the gun.

You looked up at him, fully caught. Not that you could have escaped anyway—your running wouldn’t have saved you for more than three seconds.

“Since it’s my little mouse, Y/N, I’ll let you get away. But don’t tell anyone, okay? Otherwise, the guys will lock me up as a traitor,” he grinned, helping you to your feet. “Better find a new hiding spot fast—the others won’t take long to get here.”

Once you were out, he pulled you into a quick hug and chuckled at how cute you looked in the mouse costume.

“Why are you such an adorable little mouse?” he babbled, squishing your cheeks like you were a kid.

“S.Coups, come on. I’m not a little girl anymore. Can I go now?” you asked, glancing around to make sure no one saw.

“Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve grown. But I still can’t help wanting to take care of you—”

“Hyung!” a shout cut him off. His eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing being nice to a mouse? You’re supposed to catch them, not cuddle them!” Seungkwan yelled, running toward you.

“Alright, Y/N, time to run. Otherwise, all my efforts to protect you will have been for nothing,” S.Coups whispered, giving you a few gentle nudges.

You bolted down the alleyway—just in time to hear Seungkwan’s complaints.

“Hyung! Again?! Stop with the favoritism and help us win. You want to lose or what?!”

“Calm down, Mr. Thomas,” S.Coups replied without shame. “Her cuteness broke all my defenses. I was attacked.”

Seungkwan groaned dramatically.

And yes, being S.Coups’ favorite meant he’d take your side—even when his role was to be your greatest enemy in the game.

-

You had just finished another rehearsal for an upcoming performance. The members were excited but drained—these last few days had been intense. Still, it had all been worth it.

However, during practice, you couldn’t help noticing how Seungcheol flinched slightly every time a move forced his knee. Ever since the ligament injury, he had been pushing himself hard to hide the pain you could still clearly see. Even though he strained his knee several times, he said nothing. And as soon as rehearsal ended, he quietly left after saying goodbye to everyone.

You were worried about his knee. It hadn’t been that long since the injury, and he clearly wasn’t fully healed. But he never stopped—he always wanted to be there, to give his all, even if the pain burned him from the inside.

You knew he’d be in one of the break rooms, checking on things that weren’t even his responsibility. That was just who he was—leader, even in silence.

So, before going in, you grabbed an ice pack to help with the swelling. Without knocking, you entered and found him sitting there, his knee propped on a chair, staring at his laptop in deep focus.

He looked up when he heard you and smiled—though it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you? You looked good in practice,” he greeted you, motioning to the chair next to him.

You walked over and sat beside him with a gentle smile. “I’m good, Cheol. But I could tell you weren’t,” you said, pointing at his knee. He winced. “I saw how much it hurt. You don’t have to push through it if you’re not okay.”

You gently placed the ice on his knee. He let out a relieved sigh.

“Thanks,” he murmured, still staring at his leg.

“It’s nothing. But Cheol, you don’t have to pretend everything’s fine. We know what happened, and we’re all here for you. If you need to rest, do it. We can change the choreography if needed. Just… don’t force yourself,” you whispered, noticing the worry still in his eyes.

“I know I should talk about it. But I’m scared I won’t be the same. This injury, this knee... it’s like a sign I’m not who I used to be.”

S.Coups had always been the one in control. Steady. Reliable. And you could see how this had shaken him—both physically and emotionally.

“Maybe you’re not the same. But you’re still our Cheol. And that’s what matters,” you said with a soft smile. “As long as we’re together, the rest doesn’t matter.”

“Do you think I’m still doing okay as a leader? That this injury hasn’t made me...less?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“You’re the best leader we could ever ask for. I’ll say that forever. You always look after us, make sure we’re okay, that everything’s done right—and none of that has changed,” you replied, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you hugged him sideways. “So please, let us take care of you now. Let me take care of you.”

He stroked your hair gently and hugged you tighter.

“You’re not less for needing rest. You’re human. And we love you all the more for it. To me, you’ll always be the one—the most worthy to lead this group,” you whispered into his arm.

Because yes, S.Coups was the leader who looked after everyone. But sometimes, he needed to be reminded just how amazing and valuable he truly was.

And yes—no one could deny you were a soft spot for Seungcheol. But by now, he had become yours too. Even if he only rarely showed his vulnerability, you’d always be there to hold him.

Because that was also one of the things that only he could have:

you, unconditionally.

-

/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗

[fics-lovebot]

seventeen fic recs pt. 2

main masterlist - pt. 1

· ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs, so pls reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

coffee talk - ( @wqnwoos ) fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

bias - ( @wooahaes ) fluff, slice of life, vernon idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

mr. nice guy - ( @toruro ) smut, next door neighbor!joshua au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

confession - ( @nonranghaes ) bf!shua, fluff, slice of life, this is so cute sldfjshldjfkh

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - ( @hansols-yoda-boxers ) smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

2am conversations - ( @wqnwoos ) bf!jeonghan, slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

the long way - ( @trblsvt ) model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - ( @duhnova ) smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

poker match - ( @hoshifighting ) smut, sub!hannie, dom!reader, famous poker player!jeonghan, famous poker player!reader. he finally meets his match in every way. I LOVEEEDDD this, it´s such a fresh concept

night time questions - ( @wqnwoos ) bf!jeonghan, fluff, LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEE THIS IS SO CUTEEE :(((( had me giggling and crying at the same time

drunk and in love - ( @97-liners ) fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

lollipops and candy bars - ( @hansols-yoda-boxers ) smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

clingy - ( @tomodachiii ) hubby!gyu x pregnant!reader, fluff. so you want me to kms,,THIS IS THE FLUFFIEST PIECE I´VE READ THIS WEEK (っ °Д °;)っ ilysm

sweater paws - ( @duhnova ) smut, virgin!jeonghan. yeah so i fucking love this :D literally one of the best smut pieces out there fr, so so detailed

bad girls make good boys cry - ( @duhnova ) smut. virgin!joshua. pleeeassseeeee this is so gOODD, "first of all, you rode me till i cried" IKTR!!

reaction to their s/o appearing on going seventeen - ( @welcometomyoasis ) fluff, crack. LMAOOO i loved this sm

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - ( @hannieehaee ) angst, idol!ot13 if you know me you know i´m a wHORE for an angsty fic, it just hits a certain spot on my brain idk, and this is IT, i loved both parts

menace - ( @hannieehaee ) fluff, simp!jeonghan, when you´re the only one who can deal with him. mannn why is mingyu always the target lmao

fake dating? - ( @hannieehaee ) crack, fluff, suggestive, bff to lovers. nahhh this was too funny lmao, poor vernon

whipped - ( @gi4hao ) FLUFF, bf!wonu. this is so wHOLESOME and ihateit (not) :((((( plssssss its so cuteee

when you call them by their name - ( @emocheol ) sdkhskdhf this is too good, no them panicking

12:31 am - ( @hoasvuon ) bf!jeonghan, fluff. so...i´m so in love :´)

leave your message after the beep - ( @shuaraes ) angst, ex-bf!minghao, the way this is written,, how tf doesn´t it have at leAST 1000 notes??? its crazy!

[thepixelelf]

What If

a prequel blurb to Even If. suggested reading order is Even If first

genres: zombie apocalypse au, angst, loss. words: 602 warnings: blood. gun handling. allusions to and the threat of death.

End credits scroll up the screen of your TV, and you yawn. Twisting on the couch, you stretch out your arms and legs, your limbs leaving the warmth of the fuzzy blanket in favour of loosening the soreness of sitting in the same spot for an hour. When you slump back, Seungcheol wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace again as if you weren't cuddling for the entire horror movie. You nuzzle into his warmth, then look up at his face.

"If I was a zombie, would you—"

"Yes. No hesitation."

Affronted, you gasp and sit up, whacking his chest. "You dick! No hesitation?" 

Seungcheol's face breaks into a playful smile, and he brings the arm not resting on your shoulders up. He points his fingers in the shape of a gun at your forehead. “Two to the head,” he says and moves his hand down. “Then maybe one to the chest for good measure.”

You scoff through a smile. “I can’t believe this.” Crossing your arms, you let your body fall away from Seungcheol and onto the arm of the couch. He chuckles.

“C’mon, baby.” He gestures at the TV, which is still just white text on a black screen. “You’d wanna live like that? You wouldn’t even be conscious.”

You huff, tightening your arms around yourself and refusing to meet his eyes. Instead, you stubbornly stare at the TV. “Still,” you mumble. “You didn’t even think for a second…”

His bright smile doesn’t leave his face — you know he finds your pouting just as cute as you find his. “Them’s the breaks in the apocalypse, babe. Sorry.”

“You’re sticking to your side of the bed tonight.”

“Wait— wait, let's talk about this!”

=

With trembling hands, you grip the barrel of the gun with as much strength as you have left — too much, too much, you wish you were getting weaker — and keep it pointed straight at you. You can barely even feel the metal digging into your forehead, just know it has to be.

“Please,” you beg him, voice hoarse from all the screaming and then the crying. Low for fear of scaring him. Quiet for fear of scaring yourself out of this. There's blood everywhere. “You promised.”

His finger is nowhere near the trigger. His eyes are shiny, like stars. “I…”

“You promised!” Your voice doesn't rise, just becomes harsher. “Seungcheol, you—”

“I can't!” he yells out. There's no fear of loud, attention-drawing noises now. He's so scared, the last thing he cares about is noise.

You can hardly hear at all.

“I can't,” he says again. “There has to be some way— some way that I can— that we can—”

You snatch the gun for yourself. 

He screams.

Although you still have strength, you've slowed down as the sickness creeps through you. He takes the gun, and it scatters across the floor in whatever the direction he throws it. Before you can catch up, he has you on the floor, hands pinned by the wrist on either side of your head.

You don't want to struggle against him. You have to.

It's no use; he's stubborn. You used to hate and love that about him.

“If you let me become one of them,” you grit out, “I will never, never ever forgi—”

His tears fall onto your cheeks. “I know. I know, my love. I know. But…”

His words fade away. You can hardly see his face anymore.

Just… a light.

A lovely, glowing light. 

A glow so warm, compared to the chilling ice deep in your throat. 

You want that glow.

You need it.

[shuastar]

of silks and steel

excerpt

pairing: duke/commander!seungcheol x daughter of duke!reader (arranged marriage au) wc: a/n:

masterlist | next (part 1)

Across from him, inside this rattling carriage, you’re sitting, draped in red silks. A darker one than the red you changed into after your dance at the Welcome Feast. It’s deeper, heavier – garnet bleeding into wine, maybe. It’s regal, formal, unyielding. It’s a bride’s red. And his breath is stuck in his throat at the way the red brightens your paled skin.

You don’t look at him – haven’t, since the announcement. Since the king called you his “war prize,” whatever the fuck that means. You didn’t flinch – not then, not when the entire court snickered behind their soft hands, and not when the Queen tittered behind her fan. And definitely not when he looked up and met your steeled gaze with hazy confusion. 

Because you – the girl who he fell for as she sketched lotus blossoms into the margins of her political theory books, the one he once dared to pull aside behind the library stacks and kiss dizzingly with trembling fingers – were not supposed to be this. 

Not his reward. Not a thing traded for a victory. Not some political pawn. 

But in general, just. 

Not his. 

There is a rustle of silk as you shift in your seat. He sees your hands – gloved. Even now, even in the spring. Even though it’s warming up enough for the cherry blossoms to appear. He wonders if its for protection or to shield yourself from any possible skin-to-skin contact from him. The latter makes his heart ache from the inside. 

His eyes screw shut as your voice rings inside his head from the last time you’ve looked at him with soft eyes, lips curled up into a natural smile. Back at the Imperial Academy, under the eaves of the watchtower, during the spring festival. You’d given him a rice cake, fingers brushing, as you told him that you liked the way he looked when he read. And then you had wrapped a hand around his bicep, head leaning against his shoulder. He still remembers the whisper behind the two of you – how a bastard son on his level could be with you; how you could ever love him; that you were slutting yourself out for a no-future man, unable to even inherit a piece of the family fortune. He thinks he said something stupidly cruel – too aware of the eyes watching, the other boys murmurs, the girls giggling, too proud but shameful enough to jerk his arm away from you, pushing you away. And then the look of betrayal etched clear on your face as he turned around to walk away. 

The memory makes him sick. 

And now, you haven’t said a word to him since the feast. At least, not one other than “no,” “yes,” “maybe.” And that’s what he deserves. Maybe that’s all he should get because what’s he supposed to say?

to be continued...

: ̗̀➛ of silks and steel

@gyuguys ; @theidontknowmehn ; @gyuhao365 ; @heelariously ; @asyre

[hansrkive]

THE WOMEN OF HANNAM-DONG (C.SC — 18+)

CHAPTER 3 — BODIES, BODIES, BODIES

The neighborhood of Hannam-dong, or as tourists would call, "the land of the rich", is a place where you can visit and relax. You would think, a small neighborhood like Hannam-dong wouldn't hoard any dark secrets. That everyone that lives there were innocent. Well you're wrong. In this small neighborhood, everyone knows everyone. If you think your secret is safe, you're wrong. They'll find out, whether you like it or not.

THIS BOOK HAS MULTIPLE CHAPTERS WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF IT BECOMING A SERIES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

౨ৎ PAIRING: choi seungcheol x song hyeri (afab!oc)

౨ৎ GENRE: angst, thriller, murder-mystery, and crime.

౨ৎ TAGS: mentions of death, murder, gossip, blood, cursing, gore, torture, and suggestive themes.

౨ৎ NOTES: i am so excited to write this oh my god i honestly think i’d write more murder mystery novels once i graduate college lmao

౨ৎ HYPERLINKS: pinned post, ko-fi, seventeen’s master-list, seungcheol’s master-list, and the women of hannam-dong chapter list.

౨ৎ WORDCOUNT: 1.04K for chapter 3.

In all fairness, I craved drama. It’s what kept this small community going. At least everyone had hobbies while I was gone. Ever since the dinner happened, our neighbors, who also had their fair share of family problems, have been nonstop talking about my family. Is television not a thing here? I swear, I could feel the nape of my neck burning from all the eyes looking at me.

After a few days of eyes following us, the gossiping eventually died down. “Fucking finally.” I sighed, a smoke escaping my lips. Ho-sook, who finally arrived at the compound, took a cigarette from my stash and lit it with her own lighter.

“You’re acting as if this whole fucking town doesn’t eat gossip for breakfast.” Ho-sook laughed.

“Well, a girl can dream,” I said, pressing the cigarette butt onto the wooden bench Ho-sook and I loved as kids. “Can you tell me more about this Seung-cheol?” I asked, earning a howl from Ho-sook.

“Oh, god,” Ho-sook cackled. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for his wits and charms?”

“What? No!” I whined. “I’m just curious, jeez.”

“I was just joking, lighten up.” Ho-sook laughed, lighting another cigarette. “He’s your typical rich boy, silver spoon, old-money dude. He was born rich, and he’s going to die rich. Basically like us, instead, he has a penis.”

“Other than the obvious, please.” I laughed. I knew he was rich. I mean, who didn’t? Rich people are only friends with other rich people. You would never see my grandmother hanging out with someone in a different tax bracket. Sad, but what can I say, that’s the world we’re living in.

“Oh, so you want the dark, gritty truth?” Ho-sook smirked. “He has a body on him,” Ho-sook whispered nonchalantly, too nonchalant if you asked me.

“Who?” I asked, knowing what kind of body Ho-sook was saying.

Before telling me who, Ho-sook looked around to see if there was anyone around us. Luckily, it was just us and some birds flying around. “It was an art trade gone bad. He paid over a billion won for this old painting, but he got scammed; the painting was fake. He shot the guy point blank.”

“No jail time?” I asked, my curiosity over this man growing.

“God, no.” Ho-sook sighed. “It’s an open secret. Plus, the police are scared of his family. They’re untouchable. I mean, they’re in the government, and his father is a politician. How can you not be scared?”

Hearing everything Ho-sook said should’ve made me frightened. It should’ve been a warning of some sort. That I should steer clear of Seung-cheol. “Ms. Hye-ri?” a voice called. It was Mr. Park who was trying to catch his breath. “Mr. Choi is on the phone for you.” Mr. Park said, making Ho-sook laugh.

“Hello?” I whispered, trying to catch my breath from walking up a hill to my grandparents’ home. Since Ho-sook wanted that juicy scoop, her words, not mine — she was also out of breath from walking. Honestly, we should stop smoking.

“What did he say?” Ho-sook whispered as she pressed her ear onto the other side of the telephone.

“Hey, Ms. Song.” Seung-cheol breathed, sending waves of shock to my body. God, even his voice made all the hair on my skin feel alive.

“What do you want?” I asked, earning a snicker from Ho-sook, who saw how fake I sounded.

“I just remembered, I didn’t get to ask for your number last week,” Seung-cheol said.

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “What do you want? I’m busy.” Seung-cheol wasn’t the type of person to play games. He was straight to the point. Just like how I want it.

“Your number.”

“You have to earn it,” I laughed, which earned a laugh from Ho-sook who was trying not to butt in. “What do you think I am? Someone who’s easy?” I said. Before he could even say something, I quickly ended the call. As much as I wanted to call that a win on my part, it didn’t feel like it. It felt as if I were being dragged to the depths of hell.

In my world, there are two types of people. The one who will drag you out of hell to save you and the one who will drag you into hell to kill you. My grandmother, God protect her, will be the one to drag you out of hell. Yet, she’s also the type of person who would kill everyone just to save you, hypothetical, obviously. For my aunts and uncles, scratch that, my apologies — my backstabbing, evil, do-no-good aunts and uncles, will kill you and worst of all, toss your body onto a boiling, hot lava and just leave. “Hye-ri’s not yet ready.” Aunt Ha-neul whispered.

She probably didn’t know I was on my balcony, a cigarette resting on my lips as I flipped the magazine slowly. “Well, she has to be,” my mother yelled. “It has to happen, Ha-neul. Whether she likes it or not, she has to. It’s her turn.”

“But who?” Aunt Ha-neul asked. “Should we look for someone?”

“I’ll ask Mi-ra,” my mother firmly said. “Her daughter finished hers already.”

Finished?

I tried to listen more, but unfortunately, I was met with a loud thud. They probably left already. “What the fuck are they talking about?” I whispered as I went back inside my room. My mind went to different places.

School? But I finished college years ago.

Work? I have a decent job. That’s not it.

As if a bomb had exploded in my brain with how hard I was thinking. This was the reason I left. Too many secrets, too many lives ruined. I should’ve just given up and gone somewhere else. Trying to erase what I had heard earlier, I took all of the old clothes I had in my closet, the ones I never took with me, and dumped them all in the white laundry bin that one of the house helpers gave me. But one shirt piqued my interest. It was soft, and it had my initials stitched on the hem.

“Hey, Siri,” I yelled. “How can you remove a blood stain on a shirt?”