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🎀 sucking on seungcheol's cock while wonwoo eats you out. . .

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This was so unexpectedly good. I love how there was no backtracking on an already established plot. Like the mc was leaving meant she was leaving.

Stupid Drunken Call | C.Sc

Genre: fluff, office au!

Summary: After submitting your resignation letter, you drunkenly called your boss of seven years. After that, his behavior toward you changed unexpectedly.

You heard the elevator ding softly in the hallway—the unmistakable signal that your superior had arrived, as he did every morning at precisely this time. You stood from your desk, smoothing your blazer and preparing to greet him as usual. Moments later, he appeared: Choi Seungcheol, followed closely by Jeonghan, your colleague and his main secretary, who read the day’s schedule to him in a steady, practiced voice. Confidence radiated from both men as they walked, commanding the room's attention without trying.

When Seungcheol passed by your desk, you bowed politely, offering a respectful, “Good morning, Mr. Choi.”

He paused, surprising you by stopping in front of your desk rather than continuing down the corridor. “Morning,” he replied, his voice low but steady. After a brief pause, he glanced at you and asked, “Where’s Mingyu? Isn’t today his first day of training?”

You nodded, feeling a twinge of something bittersweet. Mingyu, a new recruit with undeniable talent, was here to train as your replacement. After seven years of routine mornings, assisting the superiors through countless meetings, projects, and unexpected crises, you were leaving. Resigning had been your choice, but the weight of this change hadn’t truly hit you until now, standing here in the familiar morning light of the office.

“Yes, Mr. Choi,” you replied with a slight smile, “He should be arriving shortly. I’ll bring him over as soon as he does.”

Seungcheol gave you a curt nod, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer, a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes before he continued down the corridor.

“Mingyu… That guy should know to be on time,” Seungcheol muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice. “His training is two months, right?”

You nodded as Jeonghan stepped out of Seungcheol’s office behind him, finally able to relax. He let out a sigh. “I can’t believe you’re really leaving.”

You offered him a knowing smile. “Me either. But it’s been seven years.”

Seven years ago, you and Jeonghan had been recruited and trained together to assist Mr. Choi, Seungcheol’s father. When Mr. Choi passed away, the board quickly assigned Seungcheol to take his father’s place. Thankfully, he was gracious enough to retain both you and Jeonghan as part of his secretary team, easing the transition for everyone.

Jeonghan suddenly looked at you with a hint of panic in his eyes. “Did you book the restaurant I asked about? Mr. Choi has that lunch meeting with the client, remember?”

You gave him a thumbs-up. “All set. I even double-checked that they have vegan options on the menu.”

Jeonghan clutched his chest dramatically. “I have no idea how I’ll manage after you leave me with Mingyu!”

Just then, a tall, slightly disheveled guy with a backpack hurriedly appeared, out of breath and looking a little flustered. “Sorry I’m late!” Mingyu panted, giving you both a quick nod. “There was an accident—the bus I took lost a wheel!”

You and Jeonghan exchanged unimpressed glances, trying not to laugh at Mingyu’s unusual excuse. He was here to take over your position, but it was clear he had some big shoes to fill—and that he might need a few more lessons in time management.

After the lunch meeting, Jeonghan placed a takeout box on your desk, right as you were deeply focused on the manual you were putting together for Mingyu. You glanced up, intrigued by the unexpected treat.

“Mr. Choi finally declared his favorite secretary,” Jeonghan announced, leaning casually against your desk with a sly grin.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Really?” you asked, your tone dripping with doubt. In all your years working for Seungcheol, he had never done anything like this.

Jeonghan nodded, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Is there something going on between the two of you that I don’t know about?” His tone was teasing, hinting at the kind of office romance you'd only read about in novels.

Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “You wish. Besides, you know he’s dating that model,” you replied, thinking of the stunning woman Seungcheol had brought to a recent social event.

Jeonghan shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe he’s softened up since you handed in your resignation. Maybe he’s finally realized what an incredible secretary he’s losing.”

You laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Shut up!”

Before Jeonghan could reply, your phone rang, interrupting the moment. On the third ring, you picked it up, recognizing Seungcheol’s deep voice on the other end, summoning you to his office. Through the glass wall of his office, you noticed him looking—no, glaring—your way. You weren’t entirely sure what he was thinking, but the intensity of his gaze made you stand up quickly, leaving no time for second-guessing.

“He called. Gotta go,” you said to Jeonghan, setting down the phone and straightening your blazer.

He gave you an exaggerated nod and moved back to his own desk across from yours. “Alright, Ms. Secretary,” he called after you with a wink, making it clear that the teasing was far from over.

You knocked on the office door before opening it and stepping inside. Seungcheol was there, his suit jacket draped over his chair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The sight of him in this more casual state threw you off, even if only for a moment—you were never fond of this job, but professionalism kept you grounded.

You bowed politely, standing a respectful two meters from his desk, hands clasped in front of you. As he looked up from his paperwork, his gaze lingered on you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You felt oddly exposed under his scrutiny.

“Are you always this rigid, Ms. Ji?” he asked, a slight scoff in his voice.

You blinked, caught off guard. Had you been? “I’ve always been this way, sir,” you replied, keeping your tone professional. You prided yourself on maintaining boundaries; that’s why you were leaving—to stay true to your professionalism.

He nodded thoughtfully. “What do you think of Mingyu?”

Resting his chin on his clasped hands, he watched you intently as you spoke. “From what I’ve seen, he’s quick, sharp, and adaptable, which is promising. He’s also retained everything I’ve shown him so far, so I don’t think you need to worry.”

Seungcheol nodded, but you caught a hint of dissatisfaction in his expression. It seemed there was something he didn’t quite like about Mingyu, though he didn’t say so outright.

“He can be a little clumsy,” you admitted, recalling with a slight grimace how Mingyu had spilled Seungcheol’s coffee that morning. “But he’s working on it.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “Yes, please guide him well. Are you sure two months will be enough?”

After this morning, you weren't so sure. But prolonging your stay here wasn’t an option you wanted to consider. “I’ll ensure he makes significant progress within two weeks, sir. If more time is needed, I’ll let you know.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and you took this as your cue to leave. But you couldn’t help noting how strange this was. Oddity number two: he rarely called you into his office; normally, communication was handled over phone or email. That, combined with the unexpected lunch takeout, left you wondering if this was all coincidence—or if something had shifted in Seungcheol's usual demeanor.

“You can go, Y/n,” Jeonghan called out as he wrapped up his final check of the materials for tomorrow’s meeting, catching you by surprise.

“Who says?” You turned, eyes wide.

“The boss himself,” he replied with a smirk. “I know he’s been acting a little strange. Face it, Y/n—he’s trying to keep you here. I think he’s finally realized just how essential you are to this place,” Jeonghan added playfully.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed your things. “I’m flattered, but I’m taking this as my cue to go. It’s been so long since I finished work at this hour,” you said, smiling as you headed for the elevator.

Once outside, you flagged down a cab, sinking into the back seat as it pulled away. You couldn’t help but reflect on the day. Oddity number three: Seungcheol letting you go home early.

Staring out the window at the city lights, you resolved to stay focused. You’d given this company seven years—enough was enough. You were moving forward, and no amount of unexpected gestures could change your decision.

*

You sat uncomfortably in Seungcheol's car as he drove the two of you to a lunch meeting with Hong Group. Normally, you'd be the one arranging transportation, but today you hadn’t. In fact, you couldn't—because you didn’t know how to drive. You still remembered the brief flash of surprise in his eyes before he smoothly took the driver’s seat, saving you the trouble of calling a driver at the last minute.

“I’m sorry, sir, I should’ve arranged for a driver earlier,” you mumbled, embarrassed. For the first time in your career, you felt humiliated by something so trivial. Maybe you really should take driving lessons after this.

Seungcheol only chuckled behind the wheel. Ahead, a sea of cars sat at a standstill in traffic, making you curse yourself a little more for this uncomfortable situation.

“It’s alright,” he reassured, glancing over. “It’s been a while since I’ve driven myself, actually. Jeonghan usually handles it—and he’s a great driver.”

As he turned his attention back to the road, you recalled Jeonghan’s parting words before you left the office. “See? I told you—he’s trying to win your heart, Y/n,” Jeonghan had teased, though you’d brushed it off.

The silence stretched, until Seungcheol finally broke it. “Is it rude to ask why you don’t drive?” He sounded curious, as if this was unusual for someone in your position.

“Oh, it’s just... a bit of a silly reason,” you admitted. “I’m actually scared of driving.” You glanced down, hesitating. Even just sitting in the front seat made your heart race a little; the thought of being behind the wheel terrified you.

He seemed to take that in, and then, with surprising gentleness, asked, “But are you comfortable now? You seem a bit tense.”

You were caught off guard but exhaled, realizing he’d noticed your fidgeting hands and the way you avoided looking at the road ahead. “I’m fine, sir. I’m sorry if I seem distracted,” you said quickly, grateful when the restaurant finally came into view.

Inside, Seungcheol introduced you to Mr. Hong and his son, Joshua. As the three men began discussing business, you took notes on key points. Seungcheol was interested in investing in Joshua’s new automotive line, and you tried to focus, but following the conversation was difficult. Every so often, Mr. Hong or Joshua would turn to you for your opinion, and you felt your confidence waver. This wasn’t your area of expertise; Jeonghan was the one who shone in meetings like these. You started to regret agreeing to join the lunch.

“You didn’t seem to enjoy lunch earlier,” Seungcheol commented as the two of you headed back to the office, now seated in the back while the driver took over. You were relieved you’d managed to arrange a driver before the meal ended, sparing you from any more time on the front seat.

“Oh, no, sir. I enjoyed it very much,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. But even as you spoke, you had the strange feeling that he’d seen through you.

Seungcheol sighed softly, then spoke to the driver, instructing him to close the soundproof partition between the front and back seats. Your curiosity stirred—why would he need privacy? But the next thing he did startled you even more. He turned, looking at you with an expression you’d never seen on his face before: a mix of hesitation and vulnerability.

“Let me be honest,” he began, his voice low and sincere. “When you first submitted your resignation letter, I wasn’t bothered. I thought you simply wanted to develop your career in ways that maybe our company couldn’t provide.”

Your breath caught, heart thudding as you tried to anticipate where he was going with this.

“But when you called that night…” he continued, pausing as if weighing his next words. “I—I felt like a very bad person. I didn’t realize how my actions might have affected you, and for that, I want to apologize, Ms. Ji.”

His words struck you like a bolt, leaving you reeling. What was he talking about? What call?

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since,” he went on, his gaze never leaving yours. “And your idea… it seemed very tempting. So if the offer is still valid, I’d like to take you up on it.”

What on earth was he talking about?

You felt panic creeping in as you tried to process his words. You called him? You couldn’t remember ever calling Seungcheol outside of office hours, let alone making him an offer. And what kind of offer could you possibly make to someone who, practically speaking, owned your career for the next two months?

Heart pounding, you took a steadying breath, unsure of what to say. Yet the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them. “Of course, sir…” you heard yourself reply.

A small, almost relieved smile crept onto Seungcheol’s face as he turned his gaze to the window. He seemed content, as if a weight had lifted from him.

Was it about your resignation? Had you asked to delay your departure without remembering it? Jeonghan had hinted that Seungcheol might not want you to leave. Or was it something else entirely? Questions buzzed through your mind as the car pulled up to the company building.

“Talk to you later, Ms. Ji,” Seungcheol said, his face lighting up with the dopiest smile you’d ever seen on him as he exited the car.

Jeonghan, waiting by the entrance, raised an eyebrow, clearly as perplexed as you felt. Mingyu, the new hire, looked at you like he’d seen a ghost, noting the stunned expression on your face and your unusually pale complexion.

*

You did call him.

You really did, the night after you submitted your resignation letter—the night when you grabbed can after can of beer, drowning yourself in them like a madwoman, trying to forget everything.

You let out a heavy sigh, collapsing onto the bed. What happened that night when you called him? Why was he suddenly treating you so differently? And what exactly was the offer he mentioned this afternoon?

You felt the weight of the questions pressing down on you, swirling in your mind, but no answers came. Just more confusion.

Your phone rang, startling you. The caller ID displayed Choi Seungcheol, your very boss himself, calling you outside of working hours.

"Good evening, Mr. Choi. Is something wrong?" you answered, your voice betraying a hint of confusion.

You could hear him chuckling on the other end. "I can't call you?"

The casual tone caught you off guard. "Yes—I mean, no! I just thought… you never call at this hour, so I assumed you needed help with something."

"Actually, I do. I was looking over the presentation you sent me this morning, and I need you to get it ready by tomorrow morning."

Wait, he sent you home early, yet now he expected you to work overtime?

You couldn’t help but wonder: Is this the reason I wanted to leave this company?

"Please let me know which section you want me to edit," you said, trying to remain professional.

"No, actually… I’m in the office right now. Come in, and I’ll show you exactly what I need."

Great, you thought to yourself.

"Alright… I'll be there," you replied, hanging up.

Thirty minutes later, you arrived at the office. The lights in Seungcheol’s office were on, and you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. You knocked on the door, announcing your presence.

"I'm sorry to drag you back here," Seungcheol said as you entered. "I need this material first thing in the morning."

You walked over to his desk, studying the part of the presentation he wanted changed. As you did, he stood and stepped aside, letting you sit in his chair to examine the presentation on his computer—he hadn’t printed anything out.

"Jeonghan had to leave. Today’s his anniversary with his girlfriend," Seungcheol added, his tone almost apologetic.

You nodded in acknowledgment. "You know, I didn’t want to be the jerk boss who makes him stay late on his anniversary," Seungcheol said.

You tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"I called you because, well… I’m already the jerk boss to you," he added, his voice lighter than before.

"Sorry?" Your hand froze over the mouse as you processed his words.

Seungcheol let out a soft, almost playful laugh. "You called me a jerk boss that night, Ms. Ji."

Your heart skipped a beat. His casual tone, combined with the unexpected mention of that night, made you feel a sudden heat rise to your cheeks.

You had a blind date that night—the first one in seven years, after working yourself to the bone for Seungcheol. But just as you were getting ready, Seungcheol sent you a voice note an hour before you were supposed to leave. He needed you to reschedule his entire agenda for next week because he was taking a vacation.

A vacation. Was it with the supermodel girlfriend he’d brought to the last social event?

With a heavy sigh, you dove into his agenda, making calls, negotiating with a dozen third parties. It took far longer than you expected. And by the time you finally finished, you received a text from your date.

"If you're too busy with your work, let’s cancel our date."

The words hit you harder than you expected. You remembered crying all week because of Seungcheol, how he had treated you so poorly, despite everything you had done for the company. That was it. You were done. You made up your mind—you were going to resign. You wrote up your resignation letter and handed it to him first thing in the morning.

The night after, you drowned yourself in cans of beer. And somewhere between the haze of alcohol and frustration, you remembered calling him.

“Jerk!”

You heard nothing on the other end.

“Jerk! Are you there?” you called again, louder this time, the anger boiling in your voice. Finally, he responded, his voice tight with confusion. “Ms. Ji, are you drunk?”

“Don’t ask me if I’m drunk! The reason I’m drunk right now is you!” you snapped.

“Ms. Ji? Where are you?” His voice softened, but you could hear the undercurrent of concern.

You chuckled bitterly. “Don’t act like you care. All you’ve done these years is take advantage of your quiet secretary. You’ve never treated me fairly, but I’ve been doing everything for you, bending over backward for the company. You're a jerk!"

And then the words you’d held in for so long spilled out in a rush. “And what? You’re going off on a vacation with your model girlfriend while I’m stuck here, working my ass off on your schedule? You’re a total jerk, Choi Seungcheol! You heard that?”

*

You gasped as the memory of that conversation came rushing back, like a freight train you couldn’t escape. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth, and your eyes widened. You did call him a jerk.

"I missed my blind date last week because of you, Choi Seungcheol! Do you know how lonely I've been, working for you? I bet you don’t, because you're off gallivanting with your supermodel girlfriend while I’m stuck with your endless schedule!"

"Ms. Ji, I don’t have a—" Seungcheol started, but you cut him off, your words coming faster than your brain could keep up.

"How are you going to take responsibility for that, huh, Mr. Choi? Do you even want to be my date? No? Well, then there’s no reason for me to stick around. I’m out of here! I’m leaving, you jerk! You big, dumb, heartless jerk boss!"

You leaned back in his chair like you were starring in your own drama series, dramatic pause and all. Of course, you tried to keep your distance, but Seungcheol was standing right next to you, practically breathing down your neck. The closest you could get to escaping was a meter away—one meter—as if that would be enough to save you from this mortifying moment. You could practically hear the earth laughing at you, but not helping you disappear.

"You remember now?" Seungcheol’s voice was amused, like he’d just stumbled upon a hidden gem. "I see, you forgot about it. No wonder you’ve been acting all... normal since then."

You should’ve been taking a dramatic exit, but instead, your brain was screaming for you to run to the nearest plane out of the country. You were so done.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Choi. It was... I mean, I... It’s just..." You froze, completely out of words. The awkward silence between you was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. You shoved your hands over your face, wishing you could just melt into the desk.

You quickly tried to apologize, your voice trembling slightly. "I—I'm really sorry, Mr. Choi. I didn’t mean to... to... say all that. It was just the alcohol talking, you know? I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Seungcheol paused for a moment, his expression shifting from teasing to something more thoughtful. He didn’t look angry. In fact, he seemed... grateful? “You know, I actually appreciate your honesty. I didn’t realize how badly I’ve been treating you.” His eyes softened as he continued, “I guess it took you saying all that for me to really get it.”

You blinked, not sure how to respond. Was this really happening? Did Seungcheol just thank you for calling him a jerk? You were still in shock, but it felt... different now. Not bad, just unexpected.

Seungcheol leaned forward, his voice suddenly turning serious. “You called me a jerk, but... about that offer to be your date—" He paused, glancing at you with a small, almost mischievous smile. "I meant it."

You immediately shook your head, trying to dismiss the idea. "Oh, no, no, no," you quickly interjected, waving your hands dismissively. "Please, forget that, Mr. Choi. Besides, you have a girlfriend. I’m not about to get mixed up in that drama."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, unfazed. He didn’t back down. “I’m serious, Ms. Ji. I want to take you out. No work, no obligations, just you and me. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”

You looked at him incredulously, half-laughing to yourself. "Are you... are you really serious right now?"

Seungcheol nodded, his voice low and sincere. “Dead serious. I know I messed up, but I’d like a chance to make it right. To be something more than just your boss. So, what do you say?”

You immediately felt a strange flutter of something in your chest. The idea of dating Seungcheol seemed ridiculous—too complicated, too messy. You had spent so much time thinking about leaving, about cutting ties with this company. You had worked your ass off for him, and now he was here, offering something completely different. Something unexpected.

You quickly shook your head again, trying to keep your composure. "I—I'm not sure what you're trying to do here, but I don't think dating you is the solution to this... whatever this is."

Seungcheol’s expression softened. “I’m not trying to fix anything, Ms. Ji. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t leave with regrets... especially when it comes to me.” His gaze held yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “So, just think about it, alright? No pressure.”

The words hung in the air, and despite your best efforts to shake the idea off, a small voice inside you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like...

Seungcheol let out a small, knowing smile as you kept shaking your head, clearly trying to dismiss the idea. "You know," he began, his tone suddenly light, "I don't actually have a girlfriend."

You froze, your hand halfway through waving him off. "What?"

"I don’t have a supermodel girlfriend," he repeated, leaning back slightly, his arms crossing casually over his chest. "I mean, I might’ve brought someone to a social event, but that doesn’t mean she’s my girlfriend. You assumed a lot, didn’t you?"

*

"What's going on between you and him?" Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped out of Seungcheol's office this morning.

You glanced at him, raising your own brows. "What do you mean?"

Jeonghan rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk. "I saw you two stepping out of his car with a driver."

You shrugged nonchalantly. "We met on our way."

Jeonghan hummed, unconvinced. "He always drives himself to work, but today he brings a driver? Suspicious," he said, walking back to his desk with a grin.

You tried to shake off Jeonghan’s teasing and focused on your work. You walked over to Mingyu’s desk, where he was already sorting through some papers. "These two haven’t fixed yet, so you need to make a call and finalize the date and time with the other party," you instructed. Mingyu immediately nodded, giving you a thumbs up.

As you turned back to your desk, your phone rang, and you quickly rushed to pick it up. Your eyes flickered to Seungcheol’s office, where he was standing by the door. You answered the call just as he made eye contact with you.

"Ms. Ji?" Seungcheol’s voice was calm but warm.

"Yes, Mr. Choi?" you replied.

"Do you have any plans for lunch?" he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.

You paused for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Uh, no, not yet," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady. "Why?"

"Great. Come to my office, then. I’d like to discuss something with you," he said, before hanging up.

You knocked softly on Seungcheol's office door before stepping inside. He was sitting at his desk, looking as composed as ever, but there was a warmth in his expression when he saw you.

"Ms. Ji," he greeted, his voice smooth. "Come in. Have a seat."

You hesitated for a moment, then took a seat across from him. The silence lingered briefly before he spoke again, his tone more casual than usual.

"I was thinking, since it’s almost lunch hour, why don’t we go out and grab something to eat?" he suggested, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I’ll let you pick the place. Anywhere you want."

You blinked, caught off guard by the offer. This was... unexpected. Was he being genuine? Or was this just another one of his attempts to be "nice" when it suited him? You tried not to overthink it, but you couldn’t help the feeling of unease creeping in.

"You... want me to pick the place?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

He chuckled, the sound surprisingly warm. "Of course. I’m sure you know better than I do what’s good around here."

You thought for a moment. Choosing a lunch spot was something you usually did for Seungcheol, not with Seungcheol. Usually, lunch was a quick, impersonal affair—grab something from the café downstairs or eat at your desk. But today, the offer felt different. You couldn’t deny that a part of you was curious about what he was really up to.

"Alright, I’ll choose," you said, feeling a little bold. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you if it turns out to be something too casual for your taste."

Seungcheol raised his hands in mock surrender. "I’ll trust your judgment," he said with a grin. "Lead the way."

You nodded and stood up, your mind already racing through the possibilities of where to go.

"Thanks for the meal, Mr. Choi!" Mingyu cheered as he eagerly began inhaling his food, Jeonghan following suit with a satisfied hum. Seungcheol, however, sat at the head of the table with a polite but strained smile, poking at his food with none of Mingyu's enthusiasm.

You leaned closer, lowering your voice. "Is it to your liking, Mr. Choi?"

He sighed, briefly meeting your gaze before nodding curtly. "It’s fine," he replied, though his tone suggested otherwise.

It dawned on you too late that you might have misunderstood him earlier. When he said he wanted to have lunch, you assumed it was a casual team lunch with all the secretaries—Mingyu and Jeonghan included. So, you’d taken the liberty of booking a four-seat table at a decent restaurant and informing everyone.

You hadn’t noticed until now that Seungcheol’s face had been slightly sour since stepping out of his office.

"Is this one of those farewell lunches for Ms. Ji?" Mingyu asked innocently in the middle of the meal, completely oblivious to the tension brewing.

Everyone froze. Jeonghan shot Mingyu a sharp look, and you cringed, knowing full well your resignation was still a sensitive topic for Seungcheol. It had only been three weeks since your notice, and the new secretary-in-training was nowhere near your level of efficiency. No boss wanted to lose a competent staff member, especially not one they relied on as much as Seungcheol relied on you.

Seungcheol’s fork paused mid-air before he cleared his throat and shook his head. "If this were a farewell lunch, it would need to be much grander than this, don’t you think, Mr. Yoon?"

Jeonghan immediately nodded, catching on to the unspoken signal. "Absolutely, Mr. Choi. I’ll start planning one later. Ms. Ji has been with you for seven years—it’s only fitting to make it a big celebration."

Your eyes widened in surprise as you shook your head. "No, no. Really, there’s no need for that. It’s not exactly something to celebrate," you insisted, feeling a mix of awkwardness and guilt.

Seungcheol set down his fork and leaned back slightly, his gaze firmly on you. His lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile that sent a shiver down your spine. "Oh, don’t be like that, Ms. Ji. I’d like to treat you to something you’ll never forget."

You froze, feeling your face heat up at the deliberate weight of his words. Before you could process what he’d just said, you choked on your food, your eyes watering as you coughed violently. Jeonghan jumped into action, handing you a glass of water while Mingyu leaned forward in concern.

"Are you okay?" Mingyu asked, looking genuinely worried.

You nodded hastily, gulping down the water while avoiding Seungcheol’s gaze. Meanwhile, the man in question calmly resumed eating his meal, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, as if he hadn’t just dropped that bombshell in front of his other staff.

Jeonghan and Mingyu exchanged curious glances, clearly aware that something unusual was going on. You, however, were too busy trying to regain your composure to notice. This lunch was not turning out the way you’d imagined.

"Ms. Ji... I'll drive you home," Seungcheol announced as he stepped out of his office, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

You glanced up, startled, and then looked around the empty office. Jeonghan and Mingyu had already left, leaving you alone to crosscheck everything before calling it a day. "I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Choi. I’ll just take the bus," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Seungcheol frowned, clearly displeased. "Why? The bus is going to be packed at this hour." He checked his watch, then shifted his gaze back to you. His expression softened, but his stance remained firm as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"And besides," he continued, his lips curving into an easy smile, "I want that dinner date. Just the two of us."

Your breath hitched before you could stop it. "Mr. Choi... I..." You trailed off, your brain scrambling to process his words. A dinner date? With him? The thought sent your heart racing in ways you didn’t want to admit.

He shrugged, utterly unbothered by your flustered state. "I told you, Ms. Ji, I’d like to be your date. I want to get to know you better," he said, his tone so casual it was almost maddening.

Then, as if he had just decided on the matter, he clapped his hands together and straightened up. "Alright then, I’ll book a restaurant for dinner. We can watch the sunset beforehand." Without waiting for your response, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his office, leaving you standing there, utterly baffled.

Dinner? Sunset? With your soon-to-be ex-boss? Your mind raced. This was either going to be the most surreal experience of your life—or a disaster waiting to happen.

*

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

All the material for this morning’s meeting had disappeared from your computer, and to make matters worse, it seemed like your system had been attacked by a virus. Your computer was practically frozen and would need time to be repaired. Glancing at your watch, you realized there was only an hour left before the meeting started. Panic clawed at your chest as you made a beeline for Seungcheol’s office.

“I’m so sorry for disturbing you,” you blurted out, cutting into Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s morning conversation as you barged into the room, not bothering with pleasantries.

“What’s wrong, Ms. Ji?” Seungcheol asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

“My computer’s been attacked by a virus, and I can’t access the materials for the morning meeting. Is it okay if I use your computer, Mr. Choi?”

Without hesitation, Seungcheol stood from his chair, gesturing for you to take his place. “Go ahead.”

You quickly logged into his system and started searching, your fingers flying over the keyboard. But as you combed through his files, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. “You can’t find it either?” Seungcheol’s voice broke the tense silence, sounding as baffled as you felt. “I’m sure I finalized the file and saved it. It should be here.”

“It’s gone,” you said grimly, turning to look at him. “Even the recycle bin is empty.”

“What about Mingyu? Does he have a backup?” Jeonghan asked as you all hurried out of Seungcheol’s office, heading to the workstation to regroup.

You shook your head in frustration. “I haven’t handed the final version over yet. Mingyu only manages the schedules and documents that need signing."

Jeonghan patted your shoulder sympathetically. “It’s okay, don’t panic. We’ll figure it out. We can finish this in 30 minutes if we work together.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and sat at Jeonghan’s desk, taking over his computer. Opening the last version of the file, you began revising it at a frantic pace. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately,” you muttered, your fingers trembling slightly as you typed. “Maybe I’ve been too distracted.”

Jeonghan shook his head, offering a small smile. “You’ve been juggling so much; it’s bound to happen. Just focus—we’ve got this.”

The clock ticked closer to the meeting time, and the pressure mounted. Mingyu darted into the room, his face lined with worry. “The printer broke down,” he said apologetically. “She’s trying to fix it, but it’ll take at least five more minutes.”

Jeonghan let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Great. Just what we needed.”

In the meeting room, heads of departments and their assistants were already seated, shuffling in their chairs as they sipped coffee and waited. Mingyu quickly returned, distributing refreshments in an effort to keep them placated.

“Is everything settled?” Seungcheol asked as Jeonghan re-entered his office, his voice calm but tinged with impatience.

“I’m afraid we’ll need to delay the meeting. It’s taking longer than expected to fix everything,” Jeonghan admitted.

Seungcheol nodded thoughtfully, glancing at his watch. “Announce to everyone that the meeting will start in fifteen minutes. I’ll handle the delay personally.”

Jeonghan gave a quick nod, rushing out to relay the message, while you continued frantically typing at Jeonghan’s desk. Though the tension was palpable, you reminded yourself to stay calm. There wasn’t any room for error now.

“Focus, Ms. Ji,” you whispered to yourself, steeling your nerves as you worked against the clock.

“The meeting is delayed for 15 minutes, and you printed out the wrong document?” Mr. Park, the head of the marketing department, raised his voice, his tone cutting through the tense air as you handed out the material.

You froze, glancing down at the section he was pointing at. Your heart dropped when you realized he was right. The document you printed wasn’t their presentation—it was entirely unrelated. You were sure it was the correct file when you sent it to print, but now, staring at it, there was no denying the mistake.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it imme—”

Before you could finish, Mr. Park threw the paper onto the table with a loud thud. “This is unacceptable! How do we expect to run a successful meeting with this level of incompetence? I knew something like this would happen when they decided to overburden the director’s secretary team instead of hiring specialized staff for each department.”

You flinched at his words, bowing your head in shame. Whispers broke out among the other heads of departments. Some seemed to agree with Mr. Park, nodding subtly, while others exchanged concerned looks.

The door opened, and Seungcheol stepped in, his commanding presence making everyone rise to their feet. His sharp eyes scanned the room, immediately locking onto you, standing there with your head lowered, tension radiating off your frame. Papers were scattered across the table, a clear sign of discord.

Seungcheol’s gaze flicked to Mingyu, who leaned in to whisper a quick explanation. As Seungcheol listened, his jaw tightened briefly before he nodded. Straightening his posture, he addressed the room with a calm but authoritative tone.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Ji, for your hard work,” he began, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “Someone from the marketing department, please accompany Ms. Ji to ensure the correct material is printed this time.”

His eyes shifted to Mr. Park, who immediately lowered his gaze, uncomfortable under Seungcheol’s direct attention. “It takes patience to get things right,” Seungcheol added, his tone firm but controlled, “and patience is something we all need to practice.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and embarrassment as Seungcheol diffused the situation, taking the spotlight off you. Nodding quickly, you turned to one of the marketing assistants, signaling them to follow you out of the room.

As you left, Seungcheol’s calm but commanding words lingered in the room, leaving no space for further criticism. Instead, the atmosphere shifted as everyone quietly reorganized themselves for the meeting ahead.

*

"You're not taking lunch," Seungcheol observed as he stepped out of his office, heading to grab a meal. He glanced around, noticing that both Mingyu and Jeonghan were nowhere to be seen—they must have left already, leaving you alone.

You shook your head, adjusting your posture in your seat. "I’m fine, Mr. Choi," you replied, your face carefully composed with professional restraint.

Seungcheol frowned slightly but took a few steps closer, leaning his frame casually against the edge of your desk. "Is it because of what happened this morning?" he asked, his tone softer now.

You hesitated before shrugging, unable to completely mask the frustration bubbling under your calm exterior. "I mean... I can’t just shake it off like nothing happened. And honestly, I’m sorry for messing up like that."

He crossed his arms and tilted his head, studying your face. "This is the first time, isn’t it?"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I can’t believe it myself. Seven years without a major mistake, and then this happens," you muttered, more to yourself than him.

Seungcheol let out a quiet chuckle, the sound both warm and reassuring. "That’s an improvement, then. No one goes seven years without a single mistake—it just means you’re human."

You glanced up at him, your lips curving into a faint, tired smile. "And that’s exactly the point, Mr. Choi. I’ve set a standard for myself, and now I’ve blown it. Maybe Mr. Park was right—I might really be incompetent."

His expression hardened at your words, and he straightened slightly. "That’s not how I see it, Ms. Ji," he said firmly. "Whatever Mr. Park said has no bearing on your competence. I supervise you, and I know the quality of your work better than anyone here."

His confidence in you was disarming, and you found yourself relaxing just a little under his steady gaze. "Thank you, Mr. Choi. That means more than you realize," you admitted softly, your voice almost breaking with relief.

Seungcheol glanced at his watch and then back at you. "We’ve got thirty minutes left before the break ends," he said thoughtfully. His eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "What do you say we grab some sandwiches together? My treat."

The offer caught you off guard. You blinked up at him, unsure whether to accept or refuse. "Are you sure?" you asked cautiously, not wanting to impose.

"Positive," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’ve been beating yourself up all morning. A good sandwich and some fresh air might do you good. Come on."

With a reluctant but grateful nod, you stood up. For the first time since the chaotic meeting earlier, you felt a flicker of comfort creeping back into your day.

"I thought we were going to sit down and eat," you said, taking a bite of your sandwich while walking back to the company building.

Seungcheol’s suit had been left behind in his office, leaving him in a dark grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tie was loosened slightly, giving him an unexpectedly casual air as he took a bite of his own sandwich. He shook his head at your comment, chewing quickly. "We don’t have time for that," he said, his voice muffled.

You giggled at the sight of him, noticing a crumb stuck on his cheek. "You’ve got something on your face," you said, pointing.

He immediately tried to wipe it off but missed.

"Here, let me," you offered, stepping closer. Without a second thought, you used a napkin to gently clean his cheek. Your fingers brushed his skin briefly, and Seungcheol froze mid-chew, his eyes locking on yours.

"All clean," you said, stepping back with a smile before taking another bite of your sandwich, oblivious to the faint blush creeping up his neck.

"I told you not to call me Mr. Choi when we’re outside," he teased, trying to mask his flustered expression.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "It’s weird to call you casually when I’ve been calling you Mr. Choi for the past seven years."

Seungcheol’s expression shifted slightly, a thoughtful look settling on his face. "Last night," he began, his voice softer now. "When you told me why you don’t drive anymore…"

Your steps faltered for a moment, but he stopped completely at the crosswalk as the pedestrian signal turned red.

"Did it happen here?" he asked gently, his eyes scanning the intersection.

You nodded, the food in your hand suddenly feeling much heavier. The memory, though buried, resurfaced vividly as if it had happened yesterday.

Seven years ago. You’d just started working with Seungcheol after his father had passed away, and the transition had been anything but smooth. Unlike his father, Seungcheol had seemed colder, more distant. His way of doing things clashed with what you were used to, and the tension in the secretary team had been palpable—especially for you.

That morning, your car had broken down, and you’d decided to walk to get Seungcheol’s favorite coffee. You were already flustered, trying to make a good impression despite your frustrations with him. Then, everything changed.

You had witnessed it—a car collision right before your eyes. The screeching tires, the bone-chilling sound of impact, the desperate cries of onlookers. And then, the blood. You still remembered how it splattered onto your blouse and face, how your legs had frozen in place, unable to move.

"Y/n? Where are you? We have a meeting in an hour, and Mr. Choi has been asking for his coffee," Jeonghan had called, his voice impatient through the phone.

You’d managed to drag yourself to the office after buying a new blouse, your hands trembling the entire time. Yet, instead of compassion, you’d been met with Seungcheol’s sharp reprimand for forgetting his coffee. The sting of that moment had stayed with you for years.

And now, you couldn’t believe you had shared it all with him last night, over casual conversation, when he’d asked why you no longer drove.

The pedestrian signal turned green, snapping you out of your thoughts. But before you could move, a hand gently gripped yours.

Seungcheol’s warm fingers curled around yours, grounding you in the present. He led you across the road, his pace steady, his grip firm yet comforting.

You glanced at him, surprised by the gesture. His gaze remained forward, focused on the path ahead. Yet, the warmth of his hand in yours spoke volumes, a quiet reassurance that lingered even after you’d crossed the street.

*

The complaints began to pour in like an unrelenting tide. Every time you opened your inbox, you found more emails from department heads, their tone varying from formal discontent to outright disdain. Words like incompetence, unprofessional, and unacceptable were repeated so often they seemed to blur together, creating a cloud of frustration and doubt in your mind.

What made it worse were the thinly veiled accusations of favoritism. Several emails implied that Seungcheol’s supposed bias toward you was undermining the secretary team’s performance and credibility. The insinuation was like a dagger, cutting into the team’s morale and creating an atmosphere heavy with unease.

It wasn’t long before you noticed the shift among your colleagues. Mingyu, usually cheerful and talkative, had grown quieter. His usual playful remarks were absent during lunch breaks, replaced by an awkward silence. Even Jeonghan, who always maintained an easygoing demeanor, seemed troubled, though he tried to hide it behind his usual smirks and teasing words.

“Ignore those emails,” Jeonghan said one afternoon, leaning against your desk. He spoke casually, but his eyes held a seriousness that betrayed his concern. “It’s the marketing department stirring up trouble again. They’ve been trying to undermine the secretary team for years.”

You glanced at him, startled. “Why would they do that? What do they have to gain?”

Jeonghan shrugged, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “Power dynamics, politics, control—you name it. Ever since Mr. Choi took over, the marketing department hasn’t been happy. They thrived under his father’s management because they were given more autonomy, but Mr. Choi’s stricter policies clipped their wings. They’ve been retaliating ever since.”

“And we’re caught in the middle,” you murmured, feeling the weight of the situation settle over you.

Jeonghan nodded. “Exactly. They’re using the secretary team as a scapegoat to make Mr. Choi look bad. And now that they’ve noticed how close you and him seem lately, they’re exploiting it to fuel their narrative.”

Your stomach churned at his words. The accusations weren’t just baseless; they were carefully orchestrated attacks designed to destabilize the entire team.

“But what can we do?” you asked, your voice tinged with helplessness. “If this continues, it’ll ruin our reputation—and Mr. Choi’s.”

Jeonghan leaned closer, lowering his voice. “We fight back, but carefully. First, we need to fix the immediate issues—no more mistakes, no more complaints. Then, we gather evidence. If we can prove the marketing department is behind this sabotage, we’ll turn the tables on them.”

Seungcheol walked you to your door after he drove you home, his steps calm but purposeful. "You don’t have to worry about all the complaints," he said, his voice smooth, but there was a knowing look in his eyes as he bid you goodbye.

"You saw them too?" you asked, your voice a little strained from the weight of it all. He nodded with a small grin. "Receiving complaints is part of my job, you know," he teased, throwing you a wink as if he were trying to make light of the situation.

"So you know they’re all from Mr. Park’s people?" you asked, unable to hide the slight bitterness in your voice.

He smiled, that reassuring smile of his. "I told you, you don’t have to worry about that," he said, his tone confident, almost as if he already had everything under control.

You lowered your head, feeling the weight of it all. You were involved now, and the rumors were only growing. Whispers of your relationship with him were circulating the office, and worse, someone had posted pictures of the two of you on the company community page. It felt impossible to escape.

Seungcheol seemed to sense your unease. "Hey," he said, his voice gentle, "it’s just a month left before you leave. A little plot twist will make it great, right?" His words were meant to lighten the mood, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

He reached for your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "We’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry."

You hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You want to come inside?" You bit your lip, unsure of how he’d respond. Would he take the offer seriously, or was it too much, too soon?

After a brief pause, he sent a quick message to his driver. Moments later, he was already seated on your couch, his suit jacket and tie discarded, his sleeves rolled up casually.

"I expect this kind of vibe," Seungcheol remarked as his eyes wandered around your apartment, taking in the cozy space. His gaze lingered on everything, from the soft lighting to the quiet hum of your personal sanctuary.

"Two rooms?" he asked, a curious glint in his eyes. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Sometimes my brother visits. He lives in a dorm, but he stays here on his days off," you explained, your voice casual, but you felt a little self-conscious explaining it. You weren't sure why, but it felt like you were giving him a piece of your personal life you hadn’t shared with anyone before.

"He's still training for the national team?" Seungcheol asked, and you looked at him, surprised that he remembered.

"You remembered?" you asked, your voice soft with disbelief.

Seungcheol nodded, his smile warm. "Of course, it’s you."

It was a casual evening after work, everyone gathered in the break room. Jeonghan and Seungcheol had just returned from a trip, and he couldn’t wait to share some exciting news.

"My sister just got accepted into one of the top companies!" Jeonghan had announced, beaming with pride. "We’re celebrating this weekend!"

The team cheered, raising their glasses in a toast. It was a happy moment, and you couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic for the simplicity of those times.

Seungcheol had joined in, his voice nonchalant but with a hint of pride. "My brother decided to go into the culinary field instead of business," he had mentioned. "Can you believe it? A chef, not a businessman."

You’d overheard it all, and for some reason, it had stayed with you—how casually everyone shared their family stories, how different yet similar your lives were.

Seungcheol’s voice broke through your thoughts. "Do you have siblings, Ms. Ji?" he asked, his tone playful, though there was a touch of curiosity beneath the words.

"She has a brother," Jeonghan had added once, with a wink. "Do you know Ji Chang Wook, the former football player? That’s her brother."

Seungcheol raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Really?" he asked, looking at you with a mix of disbelief and admiration.

You nodded shyly. "He now works for the national team as their coach."

Seungcheol’s eyes softened, impressed. "That’s incredible," he said. "You’re surrounded by greatness."

You smiled at his words, feeling a swell of pride for your brother. As the conversation shifted back to the present, you placed a glass of iced tea on the coffee table for Seungcheol before settling back onto the couch next to him.

"How am i as a boyfriend?" Seungcheol suddenly asked, his question coming out of nowhere. You let out a soft chuckle at his unexpected inquiry. His gaze was playful, yet there was something deeper beneath it, as if he was genuinely waiting for your answer.

You paused, thinking about how to answer. "I don’t know that you’d be willing to go down with a mere secretary staff like me, Mr. Choi," you teased, trying to mask the flutter of uncertainty in your chest.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes at the "Mr. Choi." He had been correcting you ever since the beginning, insisting you call him Seungcheol.

"Can I ask you a question?" you asked, your voice tentative. He nodded, leaning in slightly, his expression serious.

"Why were you being an asshole at the beginning?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. It wasn’t the most delicate way to phrase it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Seungcheol closed his eyes, clearly not thrilled about being reminded of his past behavior. "I was a lowly bastard, wasn’t I?" he admitted, his voice quiet, almost regretful. "I’m sorry... I was just very insecure."

"Insecure?" you repeated, surprised by his honesty.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he reached out to brush a stray hair from your face. "My father passed away, and my brother didn’t want to take over the business. I didn’t have enough experience to rule a company. I was just trying to figure things out."

You blinked, caught off guard. "I had no idea about that."

Seungcheol nodded again, his gaze softening. "I made sure no one knew about it. But I broke down at one point, and Jeonghan helped me a lot. You did, too. You always did your best at work. But I just..." He trailed off, his fingers grazing your skin as he continued, "I didn’t want to get distracted by you. Maybe that’s why I treated you so badly."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Distracted? By me? How come?" You chuckled, still processing the idea. Was it really possible?

Seungcheol’s smile deepened, and his gaze softened. "I used to like you a lot. My father always spoke highly of you, and I couldn’t help but admire you."

"No way," you whispered, your eyes widening in disbelief.

"I’m serious," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "You were always shining at that desk of yours."

You laughed, the sound a mix of disbelief and warmth. "Since when?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Since you visited my house," he said, his tone turning nostalgic. "I saw how you treated my father—so professional, yet so graceful. I tried to find a secretary like you, but I guess there’s only one of you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him, the realization settling in. Despite all the tension and confusion, there was something undeniably genuine about his words, and for the first time in a while, it felt like things between you and Seungcheol might finally be falling into place.

Seungcheol leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on your lips, the moment growing more intimate with every passing second. Just as you felt your breath hitch, the sound of someone punching in the passcode to your door broke the tension, startling both of you.

“Y/n! I brought some—” The baritone voice trailed off abruptly as the door swung open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man carrying two plastic bags. His steps halted, and his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. His sister, tangled up with a stranger on the couch, looking far too close for comfort.

You and Seungcheol scrambled apart, both of you stumbling to your feet as if caught red-handed.

“Did I interrupt something?” the man asked, his tone sharp and accusatory. His gaze darted between you and Seungcheol before settling on you. “Who’s this, Y/n?”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you tried to compose yourself. “Uh... this is Choi Seungcheol, my... my boss,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol extended a hand, his expression polite and composed despite the awkwardness of the situation. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m—”

“Your boss?” the man interrupted, completely ignoring the handshake. His eyes narrowed as he turned his attention back to you. “He’s the one who made you work overtime and miss my birthday?”

You froze. Shoot. You had vented about Seungcheol to your brother countless times, never expecting him to meet the man himself.

“Oppa, it’s not like that,” you tried to explain, but your brother wasn’t having it.

“You talked ill of him to me all the time,” Changwook said, his tone laced with disbelief and a hint of anger. His grip on your arm tightened slightly as he pulled you further away from Seungcheol. “Why is he here now? In your apartment?”

Your mind raced, searching for an explanation that wouldn’t make things worse. “We’re... umm...” You waved your hands in the air helplessly, your words failing you.

Seungcheol, however, didn’t hesitate. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said firmly, his voice steady and confident as he stepped forward.

Your eyes widened in shock at his bold declaration. “That’s—” you started, but the words died in your throat as your brother’s gaze hardened, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Boyfriend?” Changwook echoed, his voice filled with skepticism as he gave Seungcheol a once-over. “Since when? And why am I just now hearing about this?”

You cringed inwardly, feeling trapped between Seungcheol’s unexpected claim and your brother’s scrutiny. The fact that you’d spent months complaining about Seungcheol didn’t help. How did I end up here?

“Changwook, calm down,” you said, trying to diffuse the situation. “It’s... new.”

“New?” your brother repeated, his frown deepening as his eyes bored into you. “How new? And why would you date your boss of all people? Especially someone you’ve always badmouthed?”

You felt the blood drain from your face. You’re dead, your mind screamed at you, but before you could even attempt a defense, your brother turned to you with an authoritative wave of his hand.

“Go to your room,” Changwook said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “This is a men’s conversation.”

*

You were trapped between two drunken men. Changwook, still pouring himself another shot of soju, mumbled incoherently about everything under the sun, while Seungcheol, clearly in no better condition, had his head dropped onto your shoulder. The weight of him was comforting yet overwhelming, especially with the alcohol fumes wafting off him.

"Our Y/n couldn’t drink dairy, so you have to make sure her latte is always with oat milk,” Changwook slurred, his words slightly jumbled as he tried to sit up straight. He pointed a wobbly finger at Seungcheol as though delivering a life-or-death instruction.

Seungcheol gasped dramatically, his head lifting momentarily before snuggling back into the crook of your neck. “Our Y/n can’t handle dairy? Oh my god, poor Y/n!” His words came out in a hushed, exaggerated whisper. “I’ll buy you tons of oat milk, Y/n. Gallons of it! So you’ll never, ever get a stomachache again!”

You tried to suppress your laugh, but a chuckle escaped as Seungcheol tightened his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck like a sleepy puppy. He smelled like soju mixed with the faint remnants of his cologne—a mix that somehow still made your heart skip.

“Alright, Mr. Gallant Knight,” you murmured, brushing his hair back gently. “Let’s get you home before you start a crusade against all dairy products.”

“Nooo,” Seungcheol whined softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “Let me stay here. I promise I won’t do anything! I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to, cross my heart.”

You shook your head, unable to contain your amusement. He was far too cute like this. “Alright, fine,” you relented with a small smile. “But we’re at least getting you into bed. Let’s get up on the count of three, okay?”

Seungcheol groaned in protest, but you felt him adjust slightly, his arms loosening around your waist.

“One,” you began, bracing yourself. “Two… three—"

You tried to pull him up, but Seungcheol, true to his drunken state, flopped back onto the couch like a boneless doll.

“Too heavy,” he mumbled, pouting. “You have to help me, Y/n. I’m weak, but you’re strong.”

“Strong?” you repeated with a laugh. “What are you even talking about? You’re twice my size!”

“Exactly,” Seungcheol replied, his tone overly serious. “That’s why you’re amazing. You’re tiny but mighty.”

From across the room, Changwook let out a grunt as he finally rose from his seat, wobbling slightly before glaring at Seungcheol. “Stop flirting with my sister, you lightweight,” he muttered, pointing a finger at him before stumbling toward his room. “And don’t you dare think about sharing a bed with her!”

“Noted, Coach Ji,” Seungcheol mumbled sleepily, waving his hand in the air.

You sighed, shaking your head as you tugged at Seungcheol’s arm again. “Come on, big guy. Let’s at least get you lying down before Changwook comes back with a lecture.”

Seungcheol finally complied, leaning heavily on you as you helped him to your room. “Thanks, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice soft. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling nonetheless. “Just don’t puke on my bed, okay?”

“I’d never,” he promised, his words slurring as he flopped onto your mattress, instantly dozing off.

You sighed again, pulling a blanket over him before retreating to the couch. As you settled in, you couldn’t help but smile at the chaos that was your life—and at the man now snoring softly in your bed.

“Where’s Mr. Choi? He’s not here yet?” Mingyu’s voice broke the usual morning buzz of the office. He glanced around, noting the conspicuous absence of the boss. It was already 8 a.m., and Mr. Choi was typically seated at his desk by 7:45, meticulously reviewing his schedule or flipping through a book.

Jeonghan checked his watch and frowned. “I know, right? He hasn’t called or texted me either. Do you think he’s sick or something?” he wondered aloud, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.

“He’s late,” you mumbled, barely glancing up from your phone as you replied.

“How do you know that?!” Mingyu and Jeonghan exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with surprise.

“He texted me,” you replied nonchalantly, still focused on your phone.

Mingyu’s jaw dropped, and he pouted, looking genuinely hurt. “He texted you? But not me? He still doesn’t trust me with his schedule. What if he hates me?” he whined, the last part almost a whisper.

You chuckled softly, grabbing a stack of documents from your desk and placing them in front of him. “That’s why I’m tutoring you today. We’re going over how to prepare presentation materials and manage other tasks.”

Mingyu sighed dramatically but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright…” He reluctantly took the documents, the pout still lingering on his face, but his determination to improve was clear.

Suddenly, Jeonghan’s voice interrupted the moment. “Oh…”

Both you and Mingyu turned toward him, brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping over to Jeonghan’s desk.

Jeonghan didn’t answer immediately, his eyes fixed on his computer screen. His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at something. Curiosity got the better of you, and you leaned in to look.

On the screen was a post from the company’s internal community. The headline read, “Mr. Park Is Caught!” Beneath it was a photo of Seungcheol standing in the marketing department alongside the head of HR.

Your brows knitted together. “What’s that supposed to mean? Is Mr. Choi investigating him behind our backs?”

Jeonghan bit his lip, his gaze still glued to the screen. “Looks like it…” he murmured.

You quickly scanned the comments below the post. Employees from the marketing department were sharing snippets of gossip. Someone had claimed that Mr. Park had been caught falsifying records and embezzling departmental funds.

Mingyu, who had walked over to peek at the screen, let out a low whistle. “Wow. I didn’t think Mr. Park would actually get caught.”

You frowned, a mix of surprise and worry swirling in your chest. “He didn’t mention any of this to us,” you said softly, almost to yourself.

Jeonghan finally looked away from the screen, his expression thoughtful. “If he’s handling this personally, it must be serious.”

Mingyu crossed his arms, tilting his head. “Well, if Mr. Park’s really guilty, it’s good that Mr. Choi’s taking action. But why keep it so secretive? I mean, we’re his team.”

Jeonghan sighed and leaned back in his chair. “It’s probably because this involves embezzlement. You know how sensitive that kind of accusation is. He probably didn’t want anyone tipping Mr. Park off before he had solid evidence.”

You nodded slowly, processing everything. “Still, I hope Mr. Choi’s being careful. This kind of situation can get messy.”

Jeonghan gave you a knowing look but didn’t say anything. Mingyu, however, turned to you with a cheeky grin. “Wow, you’re so concerned about him. Are you sure you’re not his girlfriend”

You shot him a glare, heat rising to your cheeks. “Shut up and get back to your documents, Mingyu.”

He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But seriously, I’m curious how this all plays out.”

Jeonghan nodded, his gaze returning to the screen. “Me too. If Mr. Park’s really guilty, this could shake things up in the company.”

You bit your lip, silently hoping Seungcheol would return soon—with answers.

Seungcheol’s arrival on the floor sent a wave of tension through the secretary team. His usual composed demeanor was even more rigid than usual, and without wasting a second, he summoned Jeonghan into his office. The atmosphere was thick with curiosity and unease, but you kept your head down, silently supervising Mingyu as he prepared materials for tomorrow’s meeting with all the department heads.

“So, what’s Mr. Park’s status now?” Mingyu asked, flipping through a document from the marketing department. His voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed his curiosity.

You shook your head. “I don’t know, Mingyu, and honestly, I don’t want to fill my head with too much right now. I’m leaving this company in a week, remember?”

Mingyu sighed, setting his pen down. “Yeah, I remember… But you know what? As much as I believe in myself, I can’t help but worry. What if I can’t replace you?”

You gave him a reassuring smile and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mingyu. It took me seven years to get to where I am. You’ll get there too.”

Mingyu bit his lip, nodding. “You’re right… You’re really good at comforting people, Ms. Ji,” he said playfully, his usual pout returning.

You laughed. “Of course, I am! Now, finish this and send it to me before lunch.”

Just then, Jeonghan stepped out of Seungcheol’s office, his expression unreadable. The entire team turned their attention to him as he cleared his throat.

“Mr. Park has officially been fired as of today. HR has concluded the investigation, and with all the evidence gathered, there was no room for negotiation. A replacement needs to be found as soon as possible. There’s already a potential candidate, but the final decision still needs to be made.”

A murmur spread across the room, but before you could react, Jeonghan turned to you. “Can we talk in private, Y/n?”

You blinked at him but nodded, following him to the pantry. The moment the door shut behind you, Jeonghan exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Mr. Choi mentioned your name as the potential head of the marketing department.”

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Jeonghan sighed, looking at you seriously. “I know it’s sudden, but he has his reasons. And honestly? After hearing him out, I found myself agreeing with him.” He still seemed surprised at himself for admitting that.

“But… next week is my last day!” you protested, your voice rising slightly in disbelief.

Jeonghan placed a firm grip on your arms, steadying you. “Listen to me—HR and Mr. Choi are definitely going to call you soon. You need to prepare yourself.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “That’s too much responsibility! You know I was planning to travel across Asia after this.”

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head. “And that’s what you’re most worried about, huh?” His tone was amused, but there was also a hint of admiration in his eyes. “Look, whatever decision you make, I’ll support you. But just think about it, alright?”

Your mind was already spinning with the weight of the unexpected offer. A promotion just as you were about to leave? It was almost ironic.

"Ms. Ji, can you come to my office for a sec?"

You nearly jumped from your seat at the sudden sound of Seungcheol’s voice filling the secretary team’s office. The room fell silent as all eyes darted toward him. He stood behind his office door, only half of his body visible as he peeked outside, waiting for you.

You stole a glance at Jeonghan, who was already looking at you, his expression unreadable but his eyes silently sending you a thousand words of encouragement. You sighed, smoothing down your blazer before standing up and making your way to Seungcheol’s office.

The moment you stepped inside, you noticed that the blinds had been down since this morning. You figured after the confrontation with Mr. Park, he must have needed some privacy.

"Mr. Choi," you called his name softly as you stopped in front of his desk.

Without a word, Seungcheol handed you a file. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, flipping it open to find pages upon pages of evidence—proof of Mr. Park’s embezzlement during his tenure as the head of the marketing department. Your brows furrowed. This file was supposed to be confidential, a matter strictly between him and HR. So why was he showing it to you? Especially when you were set to leave in just a week?

"You told me about this last night," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Your mind raced back to your conversation with him the night before. You had mentioned it—your suspicions about the marketing department’s financial discrepancies. You had noticed missing reports from the past two years that didn’t sit right with you. And despite your reluctance, you had handed him the findings you had gathered over time.

Wait.

Your eyes flickered up to Seungcheol, your expression shifting. "You weren’t drunk?"

He smirked, leaning against the edge of his desk. "I was just acting."

Your breath hitched as the realization hit you. The way he had suddenly become lighter when he was supposedly dead weight on your shoulder last night. The way he had pulled you aside, listening intently as you spoke about the missing reports.

You didn’t remember much about how the conversation had unfolded, but somehow, in that moment, you had found the courage to show him everything.

"And you were right," Seungcheol continued, pulling out another document from his desk—your resignation letter.

Your heartbeat quickened.

"I have an offer for you," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Be our new head of the marketing department."

Silence hung in the air.

You stood frozen, the weight of his words sinking in.

"You’re probably the only person who knows the ins and outs of the marketing department better than anyone else," he reasoned, his voice steady. And he wasn’t wrong. You had spent the past seven years collecting reports, reviewing files, and meticulously studying every department before handing them over to him. You knew how the department functioned, where its strengths and weaknesses lay.

But despite the logic in his argument, you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. Not now. It was too sudden, too unexpected. You knew Seungcheol always had a plan—he never made decisions lightly. But the real question was, were you ready for more?

"What do you think, Ms. Ji?" His voice was softer now, laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath before finally speaking. "I’ll think about it, sir."

Seungcheol studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before nodding. "Alright. You can go back."

That was your cue to leave. You turned on your heels, stepping out of his office, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Why did everything suddenly lead to this?

*

"Want to talk about it?" Seungcheol’s voice was soft as he cuddled you close, his warmth seeping into your skin. His hand moved lazily through your hair, fingers tracing slow, comforting patterns.

He had invited you over tonight after you received a text from your brother, letting you know he was having friends over. You hadn’t wanted to be home with all the noise, and without asking too many questions, Seungcheol had offered his place. Now, nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder and your arm draped around his torso, you felt the weight of the day pressing down on you.

"I'm all ears," he murmured, sensing your hesitation about his earlier offer.

Doubt flickered through you before you finally spoke. "Are you..." You hesitated. "Are you going to listen to me as my boss or as my boyfriend?"

Seungcheol hummed thoughtfully. "I'll decide after."

His answer caught you off guard. It sounded too neutral, almost detached, and something about it stung more than you expected. Without thinking, you shifted away from him, turning your back.

"Hey," Seungcheol's arm immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him. His grip was firm yet gentle, grounding.

"Tell me, baby," he coaxed, his breath warm against the back of your neck. "I'll listen to you as your partner. Go ahead."

Slowly, you turned back to face him, meeting his steady gaze. "I don’t want to accept the offer."

Seungcheol said nothing, only watching you carefully, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist, a silent sign that he was listening.

"It’s too much for me," you admitted. "A big responsibility. And I don’t think I’m cut out for that—I’m not that passionate about it."

Seungcheol frowned. "You're a very passionate person, Y/n."

You shook your head. "Not about this. Not anymore." A deep sigh left your lips. "I'm tired of working, Cheol. I just want to travel the world, maybe get a job with less responsibility. Something that doesn’t drain me like this."

Seungcheol remained quiet, his dark eyes locked onto yours, absorbing every word. His fingers traced absentminded circles on your waist, a silent reminder that he was there, that he heard you.

"I need a break," you whispered, voice barely audible. "Before I break."

Something flickered in Seungcheol’s expression—regret, concern, maybe even guilt. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "I’m sorry," he murmured, his lips lingering for a moment. "I didn’t realize how much you’ve been carrying. And I—" He exhaled sharply. "I’ve been a jerk, haven’t I?"

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "I think I wore myself out, Cheol. I hit my limit."

Seungcheol nodded, his thumb brushing along your cheek. "Then you should rest. You need to rest. Or else you’re going to—"

"Explode," you finished for him, smiling faintly. "Like when I called you drunk months ago."

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, the tension in the air easing. "I should thank your drunk self. If not for that, I wouldn’t have known my secretary wanted me to be her date.

You rolled your eyes, fingers threading through his hair. "That’s what you took from that?"

He grinned. "Well, that, and the fact that you can’t handle your alcohol."

You swatted his arm playfully, and he caught your wrist, tugging you closer.

"I just want to stay home for a while," you murmured, your voice softer now. "Do things I actually enjoy. Maybe pick up a hobby. Get a pet." You sighed as if the mere thought of it was a relief. "And none of it involves going back to work anytime soon."

Seungcheol studied you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You sound like a good wife."

You chuckled, raising a brow. "I would make a good wife."

His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Really?"

Before you could answer, he tackled you onto the bed, his hands finding your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. Laughter filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, the weight of your earlier worries momentarily forgotten.

Your heart raced as Seungcheol hovered above you, his eyes dark with warmth and something deeper—something that made your breath hitch. His weight against you was comforting rather than overwhelming, his presence grounding.

"You tried my cooking earlier," you teased, giggling when he trailed soft kisses across your face—your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. Each touch was featherlight, sending a shiver down your spine.

Seungcheol hummed in agreement, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "You’ll make a good wife."

Before you could react, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss—slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. His hand cradled your cheek, thumb stroking gently, while his other arm held you firmly against him, as if he never wanted to let go.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

*

It was your favorite place—a simple barbecue restaurant where you and Jeonghan used to have dinner together during your early years at the company. The scent of grilled meat filled the air, blending with the warmth of laughter and chatter. Tonight, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of celebration and bittersweet goodbyes as everyone gathered for your farewell party.

Seated around the long wooden tables were your colleagues—the secretary team members, department representatives, and even a few unexpected guests. Among them was Seungcheol, his presence instantly commanding attention. It was rare to see him at casual company gatherings like this, and his attendance left many curious. But since it was you—one of his most trusted employees—who was leaving, everyone assumed that was the reason he sat beside you, his presence a quiet yet significant statement.

After a while, you stood, clearing your throat as conversations died down. With a grateful smile, you delivered your speech—thanking everyone for their support, for the years of teamwork and shared challenges, and apologizing for any moments you might have fallen short.

When you finished, the room erupted into cheers and applause, glasses raised in a heartfelt toast. Laughter followed, but beneath it all was an unspoken truth: this chapter was ending, and things would never quite be the same again.

Seungcheol cleared his throat, the deep sound cutting through the lingering laughter and drawing everyone's attention like a switch had been flipped. Conversations faded, and all eyes turned to him.

He sat upright, his expression composed yet sincere. "First of all, I want to thank Ms. Ji for her hard work all these years," he began, his voice steady but carrying weight. "She’s been one of the most dedicated people in this company, and honestly, it’s hard to imagine this place without her. We’re losing not just a talented employee but also someone who made things run smoother for all of us."

A murmur of agreement swept through the group, and you felt a mix of pride and guilt settle in your chest.

Seungcheol glanced at you briefly before continuing. "And... I also want to take this chance to apologize," he said, his tone softening. "For any unnecessary pressure, for the late nights, for expecting too much sometimes. I know I wasn’t always the easiest boss to work with."

You shook your head slightly, about to reassure him, but before you could say anything, he inhaled deeply and, with absolute confidence, added,

"Also, since we’re all here, I think now’s a good time to make an announcement."

You frowned, confused, and Jeonghan—who was sipping his drink beside you—arched an eyebrow.

Seungcheol’s gaze met yours, then he turned back to the room. "Ms. Ji and I are dating."

A moment of silence. Then—

"What?!" Mingyu choked on his drink, coughing as Jeonghan patted his back. Gasps and murmurs spread through the group like wildfire. Even the usually composed members of the secretary team looked at each other in shock.

You stiffened, your body going rigid as the realization sank in. Your fingers clutched at the fabric of your dress under the table, your pulse hammering in your ears. Slowly, almost mechanically, you turned to Seungcheol, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What—why would you—"

"Wait, wait, wait." Jeonghan put a hand up, smirking. "That's expected. Since when?"

Seungcheol chuckled, resting his arm on the back of your chair. "For a while now."

Meanwhile, Jeonghan just sat there, utterly amused, swirling his drink in his glass before finally saying, "So this is why you’ve been sneaking around, huh?"

"Jeonghan!" You hissed, shooting him a glare, but he only shrugged, clearly enjoying your suffering.

Mingyu, still coughing slightly, gaped at Seungcheol like he had just grown a second head. "Wait, wait, wait—you two?! Since when?! And why didn’t I know?!"

Your face burned as everyone’s eyes darted between you and him, trying to process the sudden revelation. Someone from marketing whispered, That explains why he’s actually here tonight.

"You could’ve warned me first," you hissed under your breath, still reeling from the shock.

Seungcheol leaned in slightly, his voice teasing, "Where's the fun in that?"

The room exploded into a mix of cheers, teasing remarks, and incredulous laughter. Some congratulated you, others demanded details, and Mingyu, still processing, just groaned, "Why am I always the last to know?!"

You sighed, covering your face, but despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. Seungcheol had just made sure this farewell party was one no one would forget.

Your fingers twitched. If there weren’t so many witnesses, you might have actually smacked him.

"So you two have actually been together this whole time?" One of the HR reps asked, her mouth still slightly open in disbelief. "Like, during work hours? During meetings? While she was still his secretary?"

Oh no. That was a dangerous line of questioning.

You opened your mouth, scrambling to regain some sort of control over the situation, but Seungcheol, of course, was faster.

"It started after work," he clarified, his voice smooth and nonchalant. "And it’s not like she’s breaking any rules. She’s leaving the company, after all."

The way he said it—so effortlessly confident—made your stomach twist. You wanted to argue, to regain some control over this mess he had just thrown you into, but then you caught the way he was looking at you.

There was something possessive in his gaze, a quiet certainty that sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t ashamed. He wasn’t hiding.

And suddenly, the tension shifted.

"You’re unbelievable," you muttered, barely able to contain the heat rising to your cheeks.

He chuckled, finally turning back to his drink. "And yet, you’re still here."

The table erupted into laughter, cheers, and even a few claps. Someone from the legal department shouted, "Well, damn. We need to drink to this!"

"Oh—another thing to celebrate," Seungcheol announced, his voice effortlessly cutting through the laughter and clinking glasses.

You turned to him, sensing something in his tone, but before you could ask, he raised his glass.

"Congratulations to Mr. Yoon, our new Marketing Department Head."

A moment of silence hung in the air before the entire table erupted in cheers and applause.

"What?!" Mingyu nearly knocked over his drink in shock. "Jeonghan-hyung? When did this happen?"

Jeonghan, ever composed, simply smirked as he leaned back in his chair. "A while ago."

"You knew?!" Mingyu gawked at him before turning to Seungcheol. "And no one thought to tell me?!"

Seungcheol chuckled, completely unfazed. "HR finalized it this afternoon. He was my first choice from the start."

"But—but—" Mingyu stammered, looking between you and Jeonghan. "I thought she was the best candidate?!"

You smiled, lifting your drink. "I’m leaving, remember?"

Jeonghan shrugged, tapping his fingers against his glass. "And someone had to clean up after her, so here I am."

Laughter filled the table, and soon, everyone was raising their drinks toward Jeonghan, congratulating him on the promotion.

Seungcheol leaned in closer to you, his hand finding yours under the table. His voice was low, meant only for you.

"Now you really have no reason to stay at work."

You rolled your eyes playfully but squeezed his hand in return. "You planned all of this, didn’t you?"

He smirked, his thumb brushing against your fingers. "Maybe. But I also knew it was what’s best for everyone."

You sighed, glancing at Jeonghan, who was basking in the attention, and then at Seungcheol, who was watching you with that knowing look.

Despite everything, you couldn’t deny it—this felt right.

*

It had been ten months since you left the company, but something about Mingyu working as Seungcheol’s secretary still didn’t sit right with you. This morning only confirmed your suspicions. Seungcheol, who once carried himself with unwavering composure, now sat at the breakfast table with noticeable dark circles under his eyes. You couldn’t recall a single time in the past when he looked this tired.

“What’s your schedule like today?” you asked, setting a plate of breakfast in front of him along with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Seungcheol gave you a faint smile before replying, “Just a quick briefing with finance. I’ll probably be home late; I have a meeting with Joshua over dinner."

Your arms crossed as you stood beside the table, watching him. “You never memorize your own schedule,” you pointed out, your tone laced with concern.

He nodded in agreement, his attention on his food. “I used to have Jeonghan to remind me about everything. And you,” he added, glancing up at you with a soft smile. “You made sure everything ran smoothly.”

You watched him take another bite before leaning against the table. “How many staff members is Mingyu working with?” you asked, your tone more curious this time.

Seungcheol chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Why are you asking?”

“Because it’s obvious you’re overworking yourself, babe,” you said bluntly, crossing your arms again.

He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “I’m fine, love. Don’t worry,” he reassured, though his voice didn’t quite convince you. “Mingyu’s my only secretary now, but the system’s changed. He’s managing just fine.”

You sighed and sat down in front of him, resting your chin on your hand. “Is Mingyu still an idiot?”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but laugh, his tired expression lifting just a little. “He is,” he admitted, shaking his head. “But he’s getting better, I promise. You’d be surprised.”

You weren’t entirely convinced, and your frustration showed as you frowned at him. “You used to come home looking less like a zombie,” you muttered.

Seungcheol reached across the table and took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I know you’re worried,” he said, his voice soft. “But really, I’ve got this. Mingyu may be a work in progress, but we’re managing.”

You squeezed his hand in return, but your concern lingered. “Just don’t forget to take care of yourself, alright?”

He smiled at you, a warmth in his eyes that made you feel just a little more at ease. “I won’t. I promise.”

As Seungcheol finished the last bite of his breakfast, he leaned back in his chair and tilted his head slightly, his gaze softening as it shifted to you. "How’s the baking class going?" he asked, his tone casual but genuinely curious.

You perked up slightly at his question, a smile tugging at your lips. "It’s going really well. I finally mastered the chiffon cake yesterday," you said, your excitement seeping into your voice.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "The one you said was impossible to get right?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yep. It took me three tries, but I did it. The instructor even said I nailed the texture and flavor."

He smiled, the fatigue on his face momentarily fading as he watched you talk. "Look at you, becoming a pro baker already," he teased, though there was an unmistakable pride in his tone.

You chuckled, waving off his comment. "I wouldn’t say ‘pro,’ but it’s been fun. I didn’t think I’d enjoy baking as much as I do now."

Seungcheol leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he looked at you. "So, when are you going to let me taste this famous chiffon cake?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning back in your chair. "Soon. I just want to perfect it a little more before I let you try it. You’re too honest with your feedback," you said, narrowing your eyes at him with mock suspicion.

He laughed, the deep sound filling the room and making your chest warm. "You know I only critique because I care," he said, reaching out to poke your arm. "But fine. I’ll wait until you think it’s ready."

You smirked, crossing your arms. "You better. No sneaking bites when I’m not looking."

"I wouldn’t dare," he replied, his tone exaggeratedly serious.

The two of you fell into an easy silence for a moment, the tension from earlier easing as you both enjoyed the quiet morning together.

"Maybe," Seungcheol began, breaking the silence, "you could make a batch of something for Joshua’s dinner meeting. He has a sweet tooth, you know."

You raised an eyebrow at him, pretending to be skeptical. "Are you volunteering me to impress your business partner with baked goods now?"

"Maybe," he admitted with a cheeky grin. "But only because I know you’d knock it out of the park."

You shook your head with a laugh, but you couldn’t deny how his words filled you with a small sense of pride. "Fine," you said. "I’ll make some cookies or brownies. But you owe me."

Seungcheol smirked. "Deal. I’ll make it worth your while."

The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft jazz music playing in the background. Seungcheol sat across from Joshua at the private dining table, his posture relaxed but still exuding authority. Mingyu, seated beside him, diligently took notes and managed the documents for the formal part of the meeting.

The discussion went smoothly, with both parties agreeing on the next steps for their partnership. As the waiter cleared their plates and brought out coffee and dessert, the atmosphere gradually shifted to a more casual tone. Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, finally allowing himself to relax.

Joshua stirred his coffee, a friendly smile on his face as he looked at Mingyu. "I have to say, Mingyu, you’ve really grown into your role. The professionalism you’ve shown tonight is impressive. So different from how you were!"

Mingyu let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I had to step up, didn’t I? Working for Seungcheol hyung isn’t exactly a walk in the park."

Seungcheol chuckled, glancing at Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all!" Mingyu quickly replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I’m just saying, I had to adapt."

Joshua laughed, clearly amused by their dynamic. "It’s good to see, though. I remember the Mingyu who couldn’t sit still in meetings or keep track of his tasks. Now look at you—organized, professional, and confident."

Mingyu puffed out his chest jokingly, but there was a hint of genuine pride in his smile. "Well, I had a great mentor," he said, nodding toward Seungcheol.

Seungcheol scoffed, though a small smile played on his lips. "Don’t get too cocky, Mingyu. You still have a long way to go."

Joshua tilted his head, a curious expression crossing his face. "By the way, how did Mingyu end up working for you, Seungcheol?"

"Trust me," Seungcheol said, a playful glint in his eye, "I didn’t want to hire him at first. But he insisted, and I figured if he was going to work anywhere, it might as well be under someone who wouldn’t go easy on him."

"And he doesn’t go easy on me," Mingyu added, holding up his hands. "This man is tough."

Joshua laughed, clearly entertained. "Well, I have to say, it’s working. You’ve come a long way, Mingyu. But I bet it’s also a little intimidating, working for your family."

"It is," Mingyu admitted, "but it’s also motivating. I can’t slack off when my boss knows everything about me, including my bad habits."

Seungcheol shook his head, though his expression softened. "To be fair, he’s proven himself. He’s still Mingyu, though, so he keeps things interesting."

Seungcheol chuckled to himself as he sipped his coffee, the memory of that day playing vividly in his mind. It was his aunt's anniversary, and the gathering at his house was the perfect opportunity to introduce you to his family. At least, that was his plan.

You had looked stunning that day, wearing a soft pastel dress that complimented you beautifully. Yet, your nervousness was unmistakable—the way your fingers fidgeted with the strap of your bag, the quick glances you stole at Seungcheol for reassurance, and the tiny, hesitant smile that melted his heart every time he caught you looking at him.

He remembered how your confidence faltered the moment you stepped into the living room, where the cheerful buzz of conversation filled the space. His family greeted you warmly, but then your eyes landed on Mingyu standing casually by the snack table.

Your reaction was priceless. Your eyes widened as if you'd seen a ghost, and before you could stop yourself, you mouthed to Seungcheol, What is he doing here?

Mingyu’s face lit up instantly when he noticed you. "Noona!" he called out excitedly, leaving his spot to approach you.

Seungcheol stifled a laugh as you turned to him, utterly baffled, while Mingyu pulled you into a friendly hug. "What... what is happening?" you whispered urgently to Seungcheol as Mingyu grinned beside you.

Seungcheol smirked, enjoying your confusion. "Mingyu is my cousin," he explained casually. "He’s my aunt’s son."

You blinked in shock, staring at both men as if the pieces of a puzzle were suddenly falling into place. "That explains a lot," you muttered, earning a laugh from Seungcheol and a curious look from Mingyu.

From that day on, your dynamic with Mingyu took a playful turn. What started as harmless teasing quickly became your favorite way to keep him on his toes, especially after he became Seungcheol’s secretary.

"You should work harder, Mingyu," you had told him one day when he stopped by your place to drop off some files for Seungcheol. Leaning against the doorframe, you smirked knowingly at him. "You only got that job because the boss is your cousin. Nepo baby."

Mingyu groaned dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "Noona, you can’t keep calling me that! I’m actually working really hard, you know."

"You better," you shot back, grinning mischievously. "I worked hard supervising you."

Seungcheol, who had been silently observing the exchange from the couch, couldn’t hide his amusement. "Don’t go too hard on him, love," he teased, though his tone was far from serious.

Mingyu pouted, looking between the two of you. "Great. Now I have two bosses to impress."

"You should be honored," you quipped, sending him a wink before heading back to the kitchen.

As Seungcheol watched Mingyu’s exasperated expression, he couldn’t help but smile. Despite all the teasing, the camaraderie between you and Mingyu warmed his heart. It was proof of how naturally you had integrated into his life—his family—and how, even in moments of chaos, you brought lightness and joy to everything you touched.

End.

[jinmindeulle]

choi seungcheol as your baby daddy | text au

you are on a work trip and your hubby keeps you updated! cheol's version

hip hop unit baby daddy aus here!

[svtiddiess]

“How come you always end up under my blanket?”

Because sleepy cheolie loves sticking to femreader's back while asleep

Very fluffy and cozy and sleepy scenario please 🥺🥺🥺

"How Come You Always End Up Under My Blanket?"

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 0.1k

Moonlight spills through the blinds, casting silver streaks across your room. The distant hum of passing cars fades into the night, blending with the gentle rhythm of your breath. You stir as the bed dips, the weight of someone slipping beneath the blankets and pulling you from sleep.

A smile tugs at your lips—you already know who it is. Turning, you bury yourself in Seungcheol's embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of him. With him here, the world feels right again.

"How come you always end up under my blanket?" you murmur, voice laced with drowsiness.

"No matter where I am, no matter how busy I get…I'll always find my way back under your blanket," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

The night drifts on, time slowing as you lose yourselves in each other's warmth—a quiet universe made for two.

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[dokyumms]

let me love you

pairings: scoups x reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 529

cw: none

a/n: this was a request from anon! i always love some cheol fluff, enjoy!

the second the clock hits 5 you're putting up your apron and going straight home. it's taken everything in you to not just collapse on the spot.

on monday, you woke up late and your manager absolutely teared you apart for it in front of the whole restaurant. on tuesday, you served a karen who sent back her food 3 times and called you dumb because she didn't like her food. wednesday, you ended up with the worst section and barely made any tips, and it just got worse from there. right before you leave, your manager tells you that you're on thin ice, and you can't take it anymore, muttering an apology and rushing out the door.

by the time you're at your apartment, there's tears running down your face. in some attempt to look okay for seungcheol, you wipe your tears away with your sleeve (as if it would actually do anything) and enter your shared home.

seungcheol's on the couch, playing a game, pausing it when he sees you're home. he walks over to you as you take off your shoes and put up your bag. once he gets a closer look at your face, he knows something is wrong, game long abandoned.

"babe, have you been crying? what's wrong?" he holds your face in his hands as if it's glass and looks deeply into your eyes like he's trying to find the answer in them. you try so hard to keep it together, but then he goes, "come on baby, talk to me. it's okay." and whatever walls you were trying to keep up come crashing down.

seungcheol embraces you as you cry into his shoulder, stroking your hair and murmuring affectionately. "i-i don't know what i'm doing wrong. this whole week has just been shit and now i'm about to get fired." you babble, lifting your head up to wipe away your tears. "i'm sorry, this is so stupid," you say, shaking your head.

"no, don't say that y/n. it's not stupid," seungcheol gives you a stern look. "here, i'll run you a bath, just sit on the couch for a moment. okay babe?" he kisses you on the cheek before running off to the bathroom.

a couple minutes later, seungcheol calls you over. he helps you out of off your clothes and into the bathtub. "thank you, cheol," you say, sighing when he massages your shoulders. "don't thank me, just let me take care of you," he responds, kissing your temple softly.

once the water starts to turn cold, seungcheol helps you out and dries you off, giving you one of his hoodies to wear. he even goes as far as to dry your hair, sensing you're too tired to do really anything at this point.

you both decide to order take out and cuddle on the couch. he cradles you lovingly in his arms, commenting on how cute you look in his hoodie. "feeling better?" he asks, softly. you hum in response. he smiles, kissing your forehead. "i'll always be here to take care of you, you know. you don't have to be strong around me. wait- baby don't cry again!"

[wheeboo]

seventeen and their reaction to you after wisdom teeth surgery

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, crack/humour, established relationship WARNINGS. mention of wisdom teeth removal, mention of surgery, mention of blood and gauze, mention of IV sedation WORD COUNT. 1.1k

notes: it would be day 2 post-op of my wisdom teeth surgery as of the posting of this. ik everyone's experience is different but i was given IV sedation for my procedure and it was literally like coming up from a nap istg HAHA. i've been quite literally devastated that i cant eat anything so i've decided to make this lol for funsies to cope i hope u all enjoy!!!

choi seungcheol

becomes your knight in shining armour literally. holds your hand while they stick the IV in your arm, insists to stay and watch over you but then the oral surgeon kicks him out of the room LMAO. when the surgery is done, he's literally picking you up bridal style all the way into the car and pampers and spoils you so hard for the rest of your recovery :(( he hates seeing his precious baby in so much pain. you'd wake him up in the middle of the night to take your medicine and he always makes sure to stay by your side

yoon jeonghan

ngl mfer would probably be laughing at you 💀 they'd wheel you up all the way to his car, still loopy from the anesthesia and numbing stuff. you end up saying something like "woww, the skies are sooo blue," and he'd just say "if you look closer, there's unicorns in the sky," and you're like "REALLY??????????" nonetheless he'd still be very very caring, just be aware of him talking about what food he should eat for dinner and you're glaring at him with your tiny cup of applesauce

joshua hong

just the SWEETEST, and maybe a bit of a tease as well (unsurprisingly), and def isn't secretly recording your cute moments to show you later on since you won't really remember. he'd be like "yeah, you told me you wanted to marry me on the ride back home." pushes back your hair and gives you the softest smile ever when you wake up from the anesthesia, and you couldn't help but mumble something about him looking like an angel who came down from heaven

wen junhui

he would be so amused by everything you're saying post-surgery. will be giggling alongside you at the most nonsensical things. due to the numbing you'd mumble something about how your tongue is gone, and he'd just gasp, "WHERE DID IT GO?" then immediately goes to reassure you, "wait, wait, it's still there, don't worry." will very much be doting on you the entire day, constantly promising to cook your favourite meals for you when you're finally able to

kwon soonyoung

man is a combination of hyping you and up and being in constant panic mode. he'd be cheering for you so happily after getting through the surgery, but by the time you're in the car and start mumbling nonsense, he'd be so so confused, trying to figure out what you're saying. you'd say like "i want jdsfklsjfd" with the bloody gauze and he's like "??????" is constantly reviewing over the oral surgeon's notes and googling stuff just to be extra safe. would try to make soup but somehow burns it?

jeon wonwoo

quietly yet determined. he always makes sure to take your pain meds on time, always helps spoon feed you and give water when you need it, always lets you hold onto him when you're uncomfortable. would be silently amused by your silly antics, to be honest. feels bad that you aren't able to eat but is constantly reassuring you with kisses to the head that you'll be better soon, running his hands through your hair until you doze off

lee jihoon

appears unfazed but honestly he might be freaking the freak out, constantly watching over you like a hawk. hates seeing you in pain and uncomfortable and wants to do everything he can just to make you not feel that way. pours all his love and care into creating soft meals that you're able to eat. you can tell him "jihoonie, it hurts :(" and he's absolutely melting. would definitely give you a little sigh and eye roll when you say something all groggily, but still loves it of course

xu minghao

is very patient and literally prepared everything beforehand. he has all the foods lined up for you to eat, all the meds scheduled at the right time you'd need to take them, your bed and pillows already adjusted to the right level. has all the herbal teas ready to help you relax. in the car, you'd ask him for a kiss and he's like "my love, the doctor said i can't give you one," and you give him a big old pout. he won't be able to help himself, and plants a kiss to your knuckles instead. overall, he's just very gentle eugh

kim mingyu

mother mode: activated. baby talks you the whole time, even when you're just loopily staring at him like "??????" carries you to the car if you're too weak to walk with your arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso, tucks you in with five blankets and five pillows propped to level your body, and brings you all the softest foods he can find. insists on feeding you even though you can do it yourself. honestly probably insists on doing almost everything for you: helping you eat, putting cold/warm compresses to your face, anything

lee seokmin

he's laughing. so much. but also giving you a cute little forehead kisse every few minutes. you wake up from the anesthesia and he's grinning so hard at you because you look so cutely dazed and confused, blinking up at him like he's some sort of a divine being (which he is, honestly). you probably say something like "wowwww you're soo handsome," and the dental assistants tell you that he's your boyfriend, causing you to be shocked, and he would just absolutely melt

boo seungkwan

oh my baby is loud but loving. he's wheeling you out of the office and going, "oh my god, my poor baby, you did so well!!" and immediately starts recording when you say something dumb. the moment you start whining, he's all over you omfg, fussing about your comfort, adjusting your pillows, and if you refuse to take your meds he'd be nagging your ass. if you start crying about not eating real food, he's crying with you honestly

vernon chwe

of course he's very chill but is very entertained and also kinda worried for you. probably records funny moments of you to send to the svt groupchat and keep in his memories to show you later on. always looks out for the little signs you might be in pain, and would fetch your meds and some water wordlessly. the first thing he'd get you after surgery would be a milkshake or smoothie, but insists to take the first sip to make sure "it's safe" (he just wanted an excuse to taste it)

lee chan

super caring but also the type to play along with anything you say. if you go "the ceiling is moving," he just gasps and goes, "no way! it is!" but of course he's really gentle with you, carefully buckling your seatbelt and rubbing your back when you get frustrated about not being able to eat solid food. might also carry you piggyback style if you're still out of it from the anesthesia. when you nap, he stays close by just in case you need anything

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Helloo! Can I request a story like this: Seungcheol and YN (a soloist) are secretly dating. They're both idols, but from different companies. YN's company has been treating her poorly. For example, when they went to an award show like MAMA, YN's company didn't provide her with any security guards. As a result, fans swarmed her at the airport. Seventeen happened to be at the airport at the same time, and Seungcheol saw YN trying to escape from the fans.

Lost In The Crowd | idol!scoups x idol!reader | angst, fluff

The airport was a warzone.

Fans, flashing cameras, and relentless shouts filled the space, suffocating in its chaos. The moment Y/N stepped into the arrival hall, a swarm of people surrounded her like a tidal wave crashing down. Her breath hitched as she tried to navigate through the crowd, her hands gripping the strap of her bag tightly.

Where were her security guards?

Right. There weren’t any.

SM hadn’t provided her with any. Again.

This wasn’t the first time they had neglected her safety, but it was certainly one of the worst instances. Hands reached out, pulling at her sleeves, tugging at her hair. She flinched at the aggressive push and pull, trying to force her way through the suffocating crowd. The flashing lights of cameras blinded her vision, and the cacophony of screaming voices made her ears ring.

She wasn’t going to make it. Her body was trembling, her breath quickening with panic. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

And then—

“Y/N!”

That voice.

Her head snapped up, and there he was. Seungcheol.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. But he was. And he was running toward her.

Seungcheol didn’t hesitate. He pushed through the crowd, his larger frame making it easier to shove past the people swarming her. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a brief second, she saw the storm raging in them—anger, concern, desperation.

“Cheol,” she gasped when he reached her. She didn’t even realize her hands had automatically reached for him, seeking comfort, seeking safety.

His heart clenched at the way her voice trembled, at the sheer panic in her eyes. He had never seen her this afraid before, and it made his blood boil.

“I’m here,” he murmured, instantly pulling her into his arms. His hold was firm, reassuring. Protective. “I’ve got you.”

The crowd didn’t matter anymore. The flashing cameras, the prying eyes, the risk of exposing their relationship—none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was her.

She buried her face into his chest, gripping onto the fabric of his jacket as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “I was so scared,” she admitted in a broken whisper. “They just kept coming—I couldn’t get away.”

His jaw tightened. He ran a hand over her hair, trying to calm her, trying to will away the fear in her voice. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He wasn’t going to let her suffer through this alone.

But he also wasn’t going to let himself be reckless.

That’s when he heard them.

“Hyung!”

Seungcheol turned his head just in time to see Jeonghan, Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan making their way through the mass of people. They had seen him rush off and had immediately followed.

Jeonghan was the first to reach them, his sharp eyes scanning the situation. “This is bad,” he muttered, looking at the growing crowd. “We need to get out of here.”

Mingyu didn’t hesitate to step beside Seungcheol, shielding Y/N with his broad frame. “Noona, are you okay?”

Y/N managed a small nod, though her grip on Seungcheol hadn’t loosened. “Just… overwhelmed.”

Dino placed a hand on her shoulder, his usual playful demeanor replaced with pure concern. “Don’t worry, noona. We’ve got you.”

Seungkwan, ever the quick thinker, pulled his cap lower and glanced around. “If we don’t move now, we’re going to get completely trapped.”

Seungcheol nodded. “Let’s go.”

Together, they moved as a unit, shielding Y/N from the suffocating crowd. Cameras flashed, fans screamed, but they didn’t stop. They didn’t let go.

And in that moment, Y/N realized something.

She wasn’t alone anymore.

Seungcheol had made sure of that.

[rosiecosy]

sleepy baby˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(ot13 x reader) — fluff

seungcheol frowns. "where is she?"

it's past midnight, and the dorm is mostly quiet—except for the members who are still awake, now on a mission to find their missing youngest. it started when jeonghan went to check on you and found your room empty, bed untouched.

"she was in the living room earlier," minghao says, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"i saw her in the kitchen after that," seokmin adds. "she was making tea."

"okay, so she couldn't have gone far," seungkwan sighs, arms crossed. "unless she got kidnapped—"

"she did not get kidnapped, seungkwan," wonwoo deadpans.

"what if she left to get snacks?" mingyu suggests.

"then she would've told us," dino says, already checking the dorm's front door. "her shoes are still here."

"so she's definitely inside," joshua confirms. "then we just have to find her."

and so begins the latest round of "find the baby," a game that has unfortunately become routine ever since the members realized you had the bizarre habit of falling asleep in the strangest places.

jun checks the living room first, peeking behind the couch.

"not here."

woozi searches the studio, but all he finds is a half-full cup of tea on the desk.

"she was here recently," he calls out.

hoshi checks the bathroom. vernon checks the laundry room. jeonghan peeks inside every closet, just in case.

no sign of you.

"okay, seriously, where—"

"uh, guys?"

everyone turns to chan, who's standing by wonwoo's bookshelf, staring at something with a mixture of amusement and concern. they rush over and follow his gaze—

there you are. curled up in the narrow space between the bottom shelf and the wall, fast asleep.

"you've got to be kidding me," seungkwan whispers.

"why is she like this?" mingyu mutters.

"how did she even fit in there?" jun asks, genuinely impressed.

seungcheol sighs, crouching down to brush a strand of hair from your face. you stir slightly but don’t wake.

"she must've been exhausted," joshua says softly.

"of course she was," jeonghan huffs. "she's been overworking herself again."

"we need to move her," seokmin says.

minghao raises an eyebrow. "you wanna wake her up?"

seokmin shuts up.

"i'll carry her," wonwoo says, surprising everyone. he carefully slides his arms under you and lifts you with ease. you instinctively nuzzle into his chest, and the entire room collectively melts.

"she's so cute when she's asleep," hoshi coos.

"she's cute all the time," minghao corrects.

wonwoo carries you to your bed while the others quietly follow. once you're tucked in, seungcheol pulls the blanket over you, and jeonghan makes sure your stuffed animal is within reach.

"she's gonna wake up confused again," dino whispers.

"as always," vernon chuckles.

they all linger for a moment, watching you breathe evenly. then, one by one, they quietly shuffle out, leaving you to sleep peacefully—until the next time they have to play "find the baby."

[cherrycheolkat]

Hey!! for the bingo game i was thinking if you could write something about knotting & marking with cheol!!

hiii yes!! yay cheol - i don't write enough for his cute squishy cheeks (face or butt).

okie, so this def went in an a/b/o way, but that seems obvious given the knotting. anyway, hope you like this.

♡ kat

bingo squares: knotting + marking

summary: y/n helps seungcheol through his rut and gets knotted and marked in the process

word count: 1.7k

genre: a/b/o, alpha!cheol, omega!reader, ruts, enemies to lovers (barely), implied pining, kind of fluffy ngl

warnings: penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex, knotting, marking, breeding kink

it had always been fun to tease seungcheol, mostly because his aversion to you was so intense that it bordered on absurd. so naturally it became your favorite past time to mess with him, especially when you were younger. you knew you had won every time he looked huffy and mad, with arms crossed, and his lips pressed into a hard line. 

for ages, there was nothing quite so good as knowing you had gotten under the alpha’s skin, until you weren’t sure when it changed exactly. and it wasn’t a total change because it was still fun to annoy him, just a bit less.

to be fair, you had known one another forever, virtually, and you didn’t hate him - he was the one with the issue. but maybe he was right that you were a little demented since you had literally kicked your feet with glee when his parents and your parents thought it would be a good idea for you to live in the same building when you both moved to the city for work after college. 

but you weren’t a bad neighbor - there were limits to how much you were willing to annoy him because every once in a while he would truly look like the most tired alpha to ever alpha, and you would usually send him delivery from the one restaurant you knew he liked - not that you kept track or something.  

but fast forward to several days before, because the real issue was when you noticed that he seemed very off and weird, even for him, and you couldn’t help but ask what was wrong. of course, he just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about ‘why would you care’, which was annoying. but when you saw his mail was piling up, you sort of wondered if he were dead or something. you tried knocking, loudly, even - still nothing. plus, you didn’t want to be late for work and decided you would try texting him. maybe. 

you thought about it - you even typed the message, but sending it was another thing because he did always shoot you these annoyed looks when he saw you. which only made you want to be a menace, but that was harder since you presented as an omega and starting noticing scents. like how his was this amazing peppery floral scent that practically made your mouth water every time you were close to him. the fucking elevator was your enemy in that regard. even if you weren’t in it at the same time, you could catch his scent. you had maybe fingered yourself a few times thinking about just how good he smelled. 

you didn’t message him. instead, you chose the totally normal option of using the fire escape - it wasn’t that many floors to climb. plus if his apartment was like yours, you would be outside his bedroom and be able to see if he had like died or whatever. with that solid plan, you went through your day. and by the evening, you ignored the rain and climbed the rickety as fuck fire escape ladder to the fourth floor. it was surprising to know he didn’t have black out shades - they seemed on-brand for him, but no, just thin, fluttery curtains that reminded you his mother probably did his shopping. you leaned against the glass to see that he was in bed, wrapped in maybe 45 blankets. it was pure impulse to tap on the glass, and then the old desire to see some emotion from him kicked in a bit too. so you kept tapping.

it took a few minutes to see any movement. so you kept tapping until he was in front of the window.

“it’s raining,” he said through the glass.

“yeah, so can i come in?”

he stared blankly for a moment. “you’re insane, you know that, right?”

you nodded, “you do keep reminding me.”

he rolled his eyes, but he still opened the window. he went back to flop on his bed while you climbed in through the window. you were shocked for a moment by how heavily his scent hung in the air and by how intensely floral it was, but peppercorns were actually kind of floral, you reasoned. 

“so can i do anything to help?” you asked, glancing around his room - it was neater than you would have guessed. 

he groaned, “please don’t mess with me right now, y/n - it’s not fair,” he grumbled and burrowed back into his blankets, which was much cuter than it should have been. 

you sighed and walked over to his bed and sat, “i’m not messing with you - you’ve looked like shit, i was worried - you know, since we used to be friends and stuff, besides if you died, i feel like i would definitely be judged by your mom, who i do like, and you would haunt me just for fun.” you reached out to feel his forehead as you spoke - he was shockingly warm. 

and then it clicked in your mind - alpha, looking like shit, all warm. “oh, shit,” you tilted your head to look at him, “don’t you use blocks and stuff?”

he stared at you for a moment like he was deciding something, “they make me sick - sicker before you ask - they’re way worse than this.” 

you barely realized you were smoothing his hair from his face. you watched him close his eyes while you petted him. you tried to remember all the things about alphas in ruts - you knew it could be really painful, fucking helped, but sometimes just being around someone could help too. you wanted to be surprised that he was the type to just hibernate and tough it out, but it actually tracked pretty well since he wasn’t the most social. 

you bit your lip lightly, “i can order food?”

he nodded, “stay and eat with me?” he stared up at you, his big eyes made you weaker than you ever liked to think about. you found yourself nodding because it was just staying for food. 

you ordered food, and took a shower to get warm so he would shut up about how you would catch a cold - it also meant borrowing clothes from his extensive collection of sweats and pajamas. based on his wardrobe alone, he really stayed home too much. you sat next to him in bed and didn’t complain when he leaned against your thigh - you assumed it was his way of saying he liked when you played with his hair before. you ate and watched tv.

it was uneventful until you tried to leave, and he sulked and asked you to stay the night. you stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was somehow concussed. but you agreed, which meant being integrated into his burrito blanket situation, which would have been fine if it hadn’t felt like the equivalent of snuggling with a space heater. you woke up at some point during the night, thinking of opening the window, which made him whiny. 

you made the executive decision to solve the problem by kissing him. for a few minutes, it was nothing but finally knowing how good his lips felt and heavy breathing from both of you. 

 he broke the kiss just enough, “y/n - it’s - you don’t need to”—

“you’ll feel better right?” you cut him off with your question. 

he exhaled loudly, “yeah, but it’s not how i…” he trailed off - you could feel the gentle way his hands held your waist, his thumbs making little shapes against your skin. you blinked quickly, understanding where that sentence was headed. 

you took a deep breath, “it’s how it is - it can be cute later,” you kissed him roughly, feeling like he deserved it for being this much of an idiot. 

you didn’t mind the rush to undress or the way he had you on your back in what felt like seconds. he kissed you as much as possible while his hands moved your legs and hips into the positions he liked. you moaned when his fingers pushed in.

“fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned, working his fingers in deeper, stretching you as he did.

you gasped at the pace he was setting, especially when you felt his cock brush against your hip and realized how big it was. you reached down to jerk it while he prepped you. he moaned softly, “my good little omega,” he whispered against your skin. you blushed and nodded, especially when he bit the one spot just beneath your ear. your eyes immediately rolled back, and you came all over his fingers - slick and cum mixed just right to take his cock.

he was breathing heavily - you were already gone - his scent and bite were enough to send your mind reeling. but you quickly came to ground when you felt his cock push into you for the first time. he stilled for a moment when he bottomed out inside you. and then he started to move. you yelped at the stretch and felt his hand cover your mouth.

“shh, baby, just a few minutes - i won’t last,” he groaned and started to snap his hips, “fuck,” he muttered. he sounded on the verge of tears. 

you reached up for him, your hand tracing over his chest and stomach - you knew you were speaking but weren’t really sure what you said until you both seemed to pause when you babbled about how you wanted his knot. 

he nodded, “mmmh, yeah, princess, i’ll knot you,” and thrust harder, the tip of his cock unquestionably hitting your cervix, “breed you full too - all my pups, baby girl - i want you full of them,” he whispered against your throat, his lips teasing the mark he had already made. when his teeth grazed the skin, you pulled his hair roughly in anticipation of another bite. and when his teeth sank into your throat, and his knot started to catch and stretch you even more, there were so many sensations - you were certain that holding onto him was the only way to stay tethered to the earth - you knew your fingers were digging into his skin. but you didn’t care when your orgasm hit - it was a rush of perfect bliss that morphed into floating in nothingness until you felt him pulling you close, pressing soft kisses against your skin. 

you had no idea how long his knot would last, but it didn’t really matter when you were lying across him, body limp and pliant and sleep taking you so easily. 

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Safe With You

pairing: seungcheol x f!reader

word count: 326

genre: fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, light smut (MDNI)

sum. On a stormy night, Seungcheol’s confession turns into slow kisses, the rain forgotten as he whispers, “I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

A sudden thunderstorm rolls in and before you know it, your doorbell rang. Seungcheol is at your doorstep, slightly drenched but grinning.

"I was nearby and thought I'd check on you. Hope you don't mind it." (He definitely just wanted an excuse to see you.)

You chuckled and opened the door wider to let him in. As he changed his wet clothes out into a pair of comfy hoodie and sweats that he left at your apartment, you both settled on the couch, wrapped in blankets with a cup of hot chocolate. The sounds of pitter-patter fills the space, making everything softer, warmer.

Seungcheol teased you for jumping at the sudden thunder, pulling you closer like it's the most natural thing in the world. Your face turned beet red and your felt butterflies in your stomach at that sudden action.

You've always been close to Seungcheol, but tonight, something feels different—the way he looks at you, the way his fingers would occasionally brush against yours.

Clearing his throat, he said "You know...I'd come over even if there wasn't a storm."

Your heart races. "Why?"

Seungcheol smiled, small but certain. "Because I just like being with you."

You barely had time to respond before he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

The soft kisses deepen as he gently presses you back onto the couch, his weight warm and solid above you. His hands explore—tracing circles on your waist, your thighs, slow and teasing.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against your lips, voice low and teasing.

But you don't. Instead, you pulled him closer to you, fingers tangled in his hair, melting into him.

Eventually, Seungcheol slowed down, resting his forehead against yours. "I don't want this to be just tonight," he confessed, breathless.

You smiled, running your fingers down his back, whispered, "Then don't stop."

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. "Guess I have another reason to love rainy days."

[noircheols]

choi seungcheol 𖧷 kisses are always promises

🌷 (no ordinary love) ⸺ ❛❛ a love story for people who deserve peace of mind and torment themselves for being unable to give others the same. ❜❜

PREFACE. it's no shock that life is unpredictable. it's why you put so much effort into being the only stable, perfect, thing in your parent's lives. but as they grow old, good thing you have a trick up your sleeve to ward them off! it involve dancing around the truth and and the cute guy you matched with on a dating app!

INCLUDES. fake dating, fluff, angst

WARNINGS. suggestive, food, cursing, nobody is a good person, kissing, this is really poorly written tbh (i was so tired from midterms but realized i had to still do this uhhhh), pet name (just one= sweetheart), theres an insta post where the reader is femme/pale PLEASE TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT i couldnt find anything gender neutral

WORD COUNT. 4020

AUTHOR'S NOTE. first installment of the valentines event!! thank you to all the kind words shared when the event mlist was shared. im so sorry for the delay, i had a ton of midterms <///3

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What do men want?

On dates, specifically.

Was it an outfit which left nothing to the imagination? Or was it a shiny new car? A cheque to buy a PlayStation? How about a romantic dinner date with the candles flickering? Or would they prefer a simple night in with take-out and watching Love is Blind?

Luckily, you knew what men wanted. Well, more like what just one man wanted. You zoomed in on his profile picture. Choi Seungcheol, the name read. That was the beauty of dating apps, people weirdly feel more comfortable sharing their interests and what they wanted with random strangers online as opposed to physical people.

You don't know how you two matched. You both had graduated from the same business school and fawned over your bubble tea orders. You liked matcha and cheese foam with regular pearls, and he liked strawberry coconut milk tea with cherry-flavoured popping pearls. You smiled at the thought of somebody with such a serious vibe enjoying a treat like that. You both frequented the same gym, although you preferred the stairmaster and he liked cable machines.

He was also cute, but you don't wanna come off as shallow.

After a week of back-and-forth flirting (which had you squealing into your pillow and throwing your phone at the wall) on your dating app's chatroom, Seungcheol insisted that you two meet. You had him hooked, and that was just you talking through a screen.

Seungcheol, on the other side of the screen, couldn't lie that he started biting his nails once he hit send on a simple text finally asking you out. Was he rushing things!? Normally people wait for a month at least before meeting somebody in person, and he has had a bad habit of rushing into love—

YOU: i would love to!! let's meet at 3:30 pm next friday! i get off work early by then :3

As relief washed over him, Seungcheol’s eyes crinkled from happiness. He never smiled this much in person for his other dates, what's wrong with him!?

Unfortunately for him, you had other plans.

3:30 PM on Friday arrived dreadfully slow. You counted down the seconds— there were 315,000 of them exactly and felt your heartbeat pick up the pace after every "Mississippi" that followed.

You weren't just nervous because of being with an attractive man, but nervous for other reasons you couldn't bring to tell him over text. You had an issue. Something you never could have believed impacted you.

Growing up, you had a perfect relationship with your parents (as long as you upheld their standards). It was smooth sailing, and that peace of mind you gave your parents was the most important thing to you. You found that when things were stable, things were quiet. That gave you peace of mind. Stability was all you yearned for, but that stability was placed under threat since last month.

"When will you find somebody?"

It initially started as a simple question Each question earned the same response: "Later". It didn't bother you because it was the same as being asked "How are you doing" over the phone. But then came all your friends getting engaged.

Suddenly everybody started pestering you. Every single time your parents met up with you, the conversation would always morph into a lecture on finding a husband.

It was after a long night of arguing at dinner that you succumbed to an advertisement on TikTok and downloaded a dating app. Who were you to ignore your parent's wishes, especially if it meant they would go back to being quiet?

It was that reason which led to you sitting at a cafe a seat right by the window. 

Opening your phone, you check the time. It was 3:25 PM. You made sure you arrived at least five minutes early to prepare what you would say. The February sun filtered through the cafe and bounced off your phone's screen. You opened your notes app and checked off your steps.

☑ STEP ONE: Find the perfect man.

☑ STEP TWO: Flirt with him and organize a date.

You notice a familiar man walking towards the cafe with pouty lips and thick eyebrows that meet your gaze. God, he looked even cuter in real life. In his hands were a bouquet of pink tulips. Why did he have to be so perfect?

Seungcheol's face changed into a giddy grin, and he waved at you. Waving was a simple gesture, but the way his eyes glittered made your stomach turn inside out. Seungcheol entered the cafe, the door softly creaking behind him. When he thinks deeper about it, he realizes it's the first moment you two shared outside of your phone screen. A simple gesture which marked the beginning of a new relationship. Would this be the first wave of many?

"I remember you said you liked receiving flowers." he started, handing you the bouquet. Your eyes glimmered as you let out a shy thank you.

"I can't believe you remembered!" You gushed over the bouquet, gently fiddling with the pastel pink petals. "I sent that text at 2 AM, I would think you were half-asleep and didn't care,"

"Well, it's impossible to not care about you," Seungcheol scratched the small of his back, shifting eye contact so you couldn't look at his flustered expression. "I've never been to this cafe before." clearing his throat, he changed the topic.

You placed the flowers on the seat next to you where your office bag was. "Me too! It's such a disappointment because the cafe is just a couple of blocks from my office.”

Seungcheol scanned the QR code on the table and a tab popped up, showing various drinks and meals. "The menu says they use ceremonial grade matcha shipped straight from Japan too."

"Really? I made a mistake to not come here earlier then." You laughed. "But maybe it's a good thing we got to try this place together."

Surprisingly, Seungcheol was very shy off-screen. He sometimes stuttered and blushed when he complimented you. But that didn't stop him from making the most of this date. He was gentlemanly, offering to order for the two of you, and made sure to sneak in small compliments.

But there was a boiling point where you couldn't keep up with the banter and needed to expose your intentions.

"I'm just curious, what made you download a dating app in the first place?" You asked, taking your fork and prodding at the grilled salmon.

"Well, I..." Seungcheol froze mid-bite. "I got out of a relationship a year ago. Thought we were perfect for each other, but she didn't want to get married."

You knew how these stories progressed. "And you did?" he nodded. "I thought that maybe if I stuck with her long enough, she would change her mind."

Seungcheol gave a half-smile as he recalled the past. It was never meant to be from the start, but he was selfish enough to push through on something she never wanted.

"We ended things off on good terms. But, I'm getting older, and I just like having somebody to devote myself to." Your eyes softened as you looked at the man across from you, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"I know it's stupid to find somebody who also wants the same as me through a dating app—"

"It's not." You cut him off. "There's no harm in trying." You reached out for his hand, gently swiping over his knuckles in a reassuring motion. Seungcheol couldn't shake off how soft your hands were. He knew he would go to bed wishing he was holding your hand instead of his pillows.

"What about you? Why did you download the app?"

Now for the next step.

☐ STEP THREE: Tell him the truth.

"I..." You struggled to find the words. "What's the nicest way of saying 'I wanna find somebody just so I can shut my parents up'?" You plastered an awkward smile. Seungcheol froze as you let go of his hand. You explained your situation to him as much as possible. "I normally don't do this kinda stuff, but here I am doing just that." The pleading tone in your voice was pathetic. No way would he help you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Well, the algorithm doesn't necessarily put people who wanna get married to people who just wanna prove a point," Seungcheol paused, trying to process the situation. On one hand, he's convinced he met the perfect person and is ready to give everything up. On the other hand? That person is interested in just using him as a means to an end.

"I understand if you don't wanna help, but you're practically my parent's idea of a perfect son-in-law. I promise, once I convince them I'm dating somebody, they'll leave me alone!" You begged quietly, hoping nobody else in the cafe would hear you. "Once that happens, I'll leave you alone too. I'll do anything as payment! I can pay you—"

"No way." Seungcheol cut you off. "I'm not gonna let you pay me to pretend to be your boyfriend."

"Are you saying..?"

"I'll help." Seungcheol grinned softly, easing your anxiety. "I don't mind, as long as this doesn't get in the way of finding my actual soulmate instead of," he looked up at you. "My fake soulmate."

🌷 ⸺ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Most love affairs don’t start with contracts, but your alleged one with Seungcheol did. But before you could spread the “good news” of your managing to manipulate the cute guy you met off a dating app into a fake relationship.

The rest of your first date was spent deciding a common ground and learning each other’s boundaries.

Once you returned home, you emailed a Word document with various terms and conditions. The most striking and arguably most important were as listed below: 

1) Weekly meet-ups to devise our strategy. 2) No physical touching (i.e. kissing) 3) Can meet outside of dates as friends, but cannot go to each other’s apartments. 4) No money will be involved!! (courtesy of cheol) 5) We can see people outside of this. The contract will go void once we find other people (WHO WE ACTUALLY LOVE!)

The second you emailed the document, Seungcheol replied. 

Choi Seungcheol To: (YOU) Why are there 24 pages of this thing? what have i gotten myself into? 

You shyly smiled at the teasing, tucking your phone back into your bag. You had sent him schedules of calendar dates too, and organized every topic according to each hour. Strict schedules to provide a sense of comfort. Living life by a deadline was the proper way to live.

Seungcheol begged to differ, finding them rigid and inflexible. He just liked talking to you, and his charm managed to warp time.

You would forget the clock was even ticking, that you had a schedule, and why he was even here in the first place. It’s weird how you two share the same sense of humour, the same aspirations, almost everything. You two exchanged moments and didn't shy away from sensitive topics.

"Do you believe in love?" Seungcheol asked you over the phone one night. There was a dreamy tone that lingered in his voice.

"No." You curtly answered. "Lemme guess? You do." You smiled.

"Sorry for being a romantic." The man sarcastically responded, causing you to chuckle. "What's not to like about being in love?" You rolled your eyes. The experience of being in love was a horrible one, in your experience. And by experience, you mean what you had learned from never engaging in romance.

Your parents had always warded you off, saying that relationships were distracting because love was all you could think about. You had seen far too many examples of your friends suffering from every emotion when they were in love. Happiness, anger, fear, but never calm. You were fearful of the day you fell in love, and until now, never allowed yourself to date. Although, your relationship with Seungcheol is purely fake.

"That it will never be perfect." You snapped back. "Perfect love is the kind that makes you feel safe, where y'know that things will always be ok. But love keeps you awake at night and makes you worry. It's too much of a hassle." You cut yourself off before you could speak without thinking. But love feels perfect with you. You make me feel safe. "I don't think I'll ever find anybody that can make love feel perfect." Except for you.

Days fell into night, and then came the dreaded “goodbye”. You wish you could ask him to spend the night at your place, but you knew that would breach your contract. You already had him in an awkward position as your fake boyfriend, even if he claimed he was comfortable with that title.

You even posted him on Instagram. Soft-launching works wonders when it comes to sprouting rumours. You made sure to send Seungcheol all the screenshots of the DMs and comments you received on those posts. It made you feel like a giddy teenager again, pulling an elaborate scheme by dangling your new "boyfriend" in front of everybody.

But there was one thing you never told him. That it excited you to be in a relationship with him. But to fall for him would be an insult to him. How would he feel, knowing you were only interested in using him and the next Crushing, with a capital "c", on him?

So, for the sake of his peace, you decided internally to lie about your true feelings.

COMMENTS:

@/friend1: WHAT IS HAPPENING???

@/friend2: jokes on u im handsomer and richer

@/friend3: i always thought u were too much of a stuck-up to ever find a boyfriend....

@/friend4: heh.... and here i thought i was special to u. heh, guess u can't trust anybody these days. these huzz aint loyal 😭😭😡😡😡

@/friend5: WHO is the majestic shyt next to u 👁️

Wednesday arrived, and you had both decided to walk at a park after work. Children played on the nearby playground and you could hear faint barking accompanied by a "fetch!"

The first thing Seungcheol remarked was how he should have brought his puppy with him, and that he thought it was only fair that if you meet his son if he was gonna meet your parents.

“My parents are inviting us over for dinner next week!” You shared the good news. You both sat at a park bench, his hand resting on the backrest and just behind your shoulders. You could feel the heat radiate off of Cheol. He was close enough to make you aware of his presence, but far enough to make you yearn for more. “Do you remember everything I taught you?” 

“And checked the Quizlet you made me? Sadly, yes.” he chuckled. 

“My parents are going to love you! And then we can stop and just be friends!”

But was that really what you wanted? To just be friends? Seungcheol was endlessly attractive, and no matter what, was caring. You didn't feel anxious around him. If anything, you were being reeled into him. It was nothing like the anxiousness your friends had told you about with their lovers, but what if this was just a trap!? What if you were letting down your guard!?

"I dunno, I'm still pretty nervous at the idea of meeting them." Seungcheol's chest heaved. "The way you describe them makes them sound strict. Like they're sharks and can smell fear! Are you sure you're not just taking me to a shark tank and throwing away the key!?"

"Calm down!!" You console him. "My parents will love you! You're practically their type!"

"But we also have to convince them that I'm your type too!"

"That won't be too hard!"

"Oh yeah, why? 'Cause it's true?" Seungcheol turned to you and smirked. You stop talking, face growing warm. Seungcheol's eyes soften. "Is it true? That I'm your type?" He looked to you for reassurance. His eyes begged to know the truth.

"Yes." You shyly answered. He leaned in ever so slightly and gently cupped your face. Seungcheol realized what he was doing, and leapt back. You scooted closer to his embrace. "Do I make you nervous, Cheol?" The nickname sounded sweet from your mouth.

"How can I not be nervous, when you're so cute?" God, being your fake boyfriend was the hardest thing he's signed up for. It was harder than the night he crammed for his microeconomics final. It was harder than when he had to break up with his girlfriend. Then when he learned to cook for the first time.

But you were perfect, and his time was yours to spend, regardless of how difficult it is to compose the inner feelings ripping at the seams.

"Don't call me cute."

"Sorry."

"And don't say you're sorry."

"I'm—" Sorry. Seungcheol was cut off by his lips being met. The soft collision between his soft pouty lips against yours. He tasted the cherry lip balm you wore. Was it a detail you had deliberately made sure of? Was this all some game to you? Seungcheol welcomed your kiss, but you broke off the kiss. Short of breath, he spoke. "Did you—" "No. I didn't mean that. I don't know what overcame me." Your chest heaved, breathing heavily. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm so sorry." Your tears threatened to spill. "I shouldn't have done that." You scurried away from him, fumbling over your bag and stumbling over your own feet. "Wait! Let's talk about it!"

He watched you disappear, and couldn't bring himself to look as you wiped away your tears. Your quiet sobs were drowned out by the laughter of children.

🌷 ⸺ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘

< MOM > such a shame that you are sick today. papa and i wish for you to get well soon!

Your phone pinged with a notification from your mother messaging you. You slammed your phone face down into the bed sandwiched your face between two pillows and groaned loudly.

A few seconds ago, you had sent an abrupt reason for cancelling dinner— that you were "sick." How could you tell them the truth? That you had ruined your chance with the only man you loved, and even loving him wasn't enough to lower your guard?

You had tried to ignore Seungcheol. On Insta, messages, even the god-forbidden dating app which brought you two together. You changed gyms so you didn't have to worry about running into him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him and explain how horrible you were.

At the same time, you couldn't ignore him. His voice lingered in your mind. His presence stained every cafe and park you walked to, every dog photo you saw, every gym exercise, and most importantly, your apartment. There were explicit rules against letting the other into your respective homes. Something about it feels personal like you would feel like a real couple.

You hear your doorbell pierce through the stillness of your apartment. Your DoorDash order for Thai food must have arrived earlier than expected. Struggling to carry your limbs out of the bed and to your door, you slide the lock away and open the door.

"YOU WORK FOR DOORDASH!?"

Seungcheol stood right outside your door, holding a plastic bag. A quick peek inside revealed pre-made ramyun and orange juice.

"I came because your mom told me I'm sick." Cheol showed you the bag. Of course, your mother had found out about him and exchanged numbers.

"Well you're out of luck, I lied to her." You tried to ignore Seungcheol's presence. You wish you had the strength to slam the door on him, but the affection you felt for him prevented you from being cruel to him.

"We'd be lying to her even if you weren't sick and went to dinner," Seungcheol made his way inside and took out the ramyun packets on the counter. "Besides, I didn't want to ignore you if you were sick." A hint of warmth in his voice distracts you from the suddenness of his intrusion.

You clear your throat and close the door. Seungcheol fiddles with the stove's control panel to get the water hot enough.

"Our contract says you can't be in my apartment."

"Our contract also says no physical touch," Seungcheol plainly remarked, the sting of the kiss coming back once more. How were you going to tell him that you subconsciously touched your bottom lip to remember how soft he was?

"Touche."

Seungcheol switches the conversation topic. "Why didn't you call?" He didn't turn to you, but in the short span of knowing him, Seungcheol was trying his best not to seem weak.

"I thought you hated me."

"Y'know that's impossible for me to do," Seungcheol turns to you. "Pass me the scissors," you nod and quickly take a pair out of a drawer. Seungcheol takes the scissors and snips off the plastic. Even when you two aren't talking about much your chemistry is palpable. Those scissors you gave him probably would have broken in an attempt to cut the tension.

"I just, I feel so ashamed of using you," You sighed. "One second I wanna keep things professional, putting all my effort into a lame Word document slash contract. But the more I got to know you, it became harder to contain myself," You notice the ramyun is lacking spice, so you bring over a Buldak sauce bottle to squeeze in. "You're nothing like other guys in my life. You're dependable, I can trust you even when things go bad. Like now, you came to my apartment because you didn't wanna risk me being sick with nobody to take care of me."

"I like taking care of you."

You rolled your eyes and chopped up some spring onion to sprinkle in. "Sure you do!"

"I mean it!" He cracked a shy smile. Seungcheol didn't realize it, but he was currently re-enacting his dreams of domestic bliss with you by his side. "You wanna know why I said yes when you asked me this whole thing?" You nod. "I like you. I wanted an excuse to be with you. Even if we were gonna be just friends,"

"But I made you miserable in the process!" You raised your voice. "I was so desperate to make my parents happy I didn't take into consideration what you felt."

"And that's your biggest problem, sweetheart," Seungcheol finally got away from the pot and laid out two bowls. You took over and cracked an egg into the red broth. "You were so caught up in your whole desire to look perfect, to your parents, to me, that you forgot about yourself."

You feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and Seungcheol's face rests in the crook of your neck. "You never called because you were afraid you'd look stupid, right?"

"No," You shook your head, the spicy mixture wafting in your face and causing tears to prick. "I was worried because you make me feel safe. So safe I lose control. I'm not used to feeling safe, most of the time I focus on making others feel safe," Seungcheol kisses the tears that roll down your face. "You should have kissed me for longer,"

"I know." You laughed. "I should have made you my actual boyfriend,"

"It's not too late for that."

You wanted your relationship with Seungcheol to be true. Having somebody as reliable as him as your boyfriend? It would be a dream come true.

"The question is, do you want it to be my real boyfriend after how I treated you?" "Let's give it a shot. We did do well as a fake couple, so why not as a real one?" You took a spoonful of broth to Seungcheol's mouth and he gingerly slurped on it.

"I'll text my mom that dinner is on next week once we are done eating," You smiled from ear to ear. "Say, how would you like to stay the night?"

@noircheols do not copy or translate

[alltheusernamesweretakenwtf]

Vernon passed the vibe check🗣❗️

texting bf!svt the lyrics of 'baby' by justin beiber :

vcu version I ppu version I hhu version

[woninggg]

sweet relief— 崔胜澈

Seungcheol notices your stress while studying for your final exams and he offers to help relieve it—(NSFW) 𓂃❛꒰🍰꒱❜

The soft rustle of pages turning in the quiet room was the only sound breaking the silence. You sat hunched over your desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes sprawled across the wooden surface.

Your eyes burned with fatigue as you forced yourself to keep studying, knowing you couldn't afford to fail now.

You were particularly losing your mind with the final exam looming closer by the minute, the pressure mounting as you stared at the incomprehensible words and equations blurring before your eyes.

The door to your room creaked open, and in stepped Seungcheol, his eyes widening at the sight of you, your cheeks glistening with tears of frustration. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You looked up, your eyes red and stinging. "I can't do this," you murmured, the weight of your words hanging in the air. "I've studied for hours, but it's just not making any sense."

Seungcheol's expression shifted softened as he gently closed the door. "Come on, let's take a break," he said, taking the textbook from your hands. He pulled you out of the chair and led you over to the plush sofa against the wall. "Lie down, I'll give you a massage."

You hesitated, not sure if it was the right thing to do, but the pain in your neck and shoulders was too much to bear.

You laid down, allowing him to start kneading the tension away. His strong, warm fingers dug into your muscles, and despite the initial discomfort, you began to feel a semblance of relief. But as he worked his way down your back, the stress didn't dissipate as you had hoped. Instead, it transformed into something else.

A sudden wave of frustration washed over you, and you couldn't hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill over. Seungcheol's hands stilled, and he leaned over, his eyes wide. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice tight with panic.

You shook your head, unable to find the words to explain. The tension in your body had now completely morphed into a different kind of need, one that was equally as intense as your academic pressure.

"No," you managed to choke out between sobs. "It's just... I'm so tired and... I don't know..."

Seungcheol's panic grew, his hands hovering over your body as he searched for a way to help.

"What is it? Tell me what I can do." His voice was soft, soothing, and it only made the ache between your legs throb harder.

With a sniffle, you looked up at him, the words spilling out in a rush. "It's not the massage, it's just... I'm so stressed, and... and I'm really, really turned on." You buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your sudden confession.

Seungcheol's eyes widened once again, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He didn't move for a moment, processing your words. Then, his expression softened into understanding, as he gently removed your hands from your face.

"It's okay," he murmured, his thumbs  whipping away your tears. his lips brushed against your knuckles in a tender kiss. "Let me take care of you sweets."

With a gentle touch, he shifted to sit beside you on the sofa. His hand slid down your body, resting just above your hip, giving you the space to decide if you were comfortable with this sudden change of course. "I'm here for you," he assured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Whatever you need."

Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes, his willingness to help in any way possible only made your heart swell with affection.

You nodded slowly, giving him the silent permission he needed to proceed. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's try something different," he whispered. "Just relax, and let me help you."

He began to unbutton your shirt, his movements deliberate and careful, not wanting to cause any additional distress.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as the fabric parted, revealing your lacy bra. His eyes never left yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.

You bit your lower lip, trying to keep your breathing steady, as he slid his hand beneath the material to cup your breast. His touch was gentle at first, as if he was afraid you might shatter at any moment. But as your breath hitched and a soft moan escaped your lips, he grew bolder, his thumb flicking over your nipple until it peaked into a tight bud.

As his fingers danced over your sensitive flesh, your eyes fluttered shut, and your body responded, arching slightly into his touch.

seungcheol kissed a trail down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across your body. You could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, and the tension in your muscles began to ease.

He leaned back, his gaze lingering on your swollen nipples before looking back up at you. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He slid his hand down to your shorts, his fingers quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. With a gentle tug, he pulled them down your legs, revealing the matching lacy underwear that left nothing to the imagination.

His eyes darkened with lust, and he took a moment to appreciate the view before him.

You watched him, your breath coming in ragged gasps, as he slid off the sofa and knelt on the floor. His hands slid over your legs, pushing aside your underwear to reveal your glistening core. He leaned in, his warm breath teasing your folds, sending shivers up your spine. "you good ?" he glanced at your face, his eyes questioning.

Nodding, you whispered a small, "Yes," before leaning your head back. He took that as his cue and pressed a soft kiss against your inner thigh, his hand reaching up to stroke your clit gently. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily.

His touch was feather-light at first, building a slow, steady rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your head. The stress of the exams faded into the background as the only thing that mattered was the way he was making you feel.

Seungcheol's mouth followed his hand, kissing a trail closer and closer to your center. You felt his warm breath against your skin, and your legs fell open wider, inviting him in.

His tongue flicked out, tasting you, and you couldn't hold back the sounds that escaped your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, the stress-induced arousal mixing with the gentle way he was teasing you.

He licked and kissed, exploring every inch of your folds, his touch growing more intense with every passing second.

His mouth closed around your clit, suckling gently, and you gripped the armrests of the sofa, your knuckles turning white. His fingers slid inside you, filling you up and curling in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your toes curling and your breath coming in shallow pants.

"Oh, God, cheol," you moaned, your voice a desperate plea. He looked up at you, and you could see the smug satisfaction in his eyes as he realized how much power he held over you in that moment. He didn't stop, instead increasing the pressure of his mouth and the speed of his fingers.

"I'm gonna cum," you gasped, your eyes squeezed shut as your body tensed. His only response was to suck harder, his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit.

It was as if every nerve in your body had been set on fire, and all you could do was ride the wave of pleasure that crashed over you. Your back arched off the sofa, your muscles relaxing as you screamed his name, the release so intense it was almost painful.

Seungcheol didn't let up, his mouth drinking in your sweet juices as your body relaxed around his fingers. He watched you, his eyes never leaving yours, even as your orgasm began to subside and your breathing slowed to something closer to normal.

He gave one last, lingering kiss to your clit before pulling away, his hands resting gently on your thighs.

You lay there, panting and boneless, staring at the ceiling. The stress of the exams had been momentarily forgotten, replaced by the warm afterglow of your orgasm.

You felt a sense of peace wash over you, and the tension that had been coiled in your stomach began to unravel.

Seungcheol sat back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Feeling better?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Mm-hmm," you murmured, your cheeks flushed and your body still trembling slightly.

Seungcheol stood up, extending a hand to help you to your feet. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He leaned down to leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before sliding his arm under your knees and lifting you into bridal style.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling light and relaxed, as he carried you into the bathroom.

☆ more from woninggg 🐇~

[luvyoonsvt]

his gentle kind of love

choi seungcheol x leitora

o alívio te inundou ao perceber os pensamentos negativos sobre primeiros relacionamentos que sua mente nutriu caindo por terra quando começou a namorar seungcheol. com ele, todo pequeno e grande passo foi cercado por compreensão e afeto. mesmo descobrir quão bom era ir além das provocações e preliminares — exploradas com igual cuidado — teve um toque dessa gentileza.

gênero: smut (o fluff inevitável tá aqui de novo)

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conteúdo: leitora fem, namoradinho seungcheol muito querido (por todos), uma pequena diferença de idade implícita, mas todos os envolvidos são maiores de idade, perda de virgindade.

avisos: conteúdo para maiores de 18 anos após o corte. menores, por favor, não interajam. smut (leitora virgem, masturbação e sexo oral [ambos], sexo com penetração [e proteção! muito importante] e acho que é só isso, seungcheol é um namorado bem cuidadoso&romântico e talvez estivesse se segurando um pouco). uso de apelidos (princesa, bebê, amor, linda, cheollie).

contagem: ± 6500

nota: num sei se podemos relevar minha enormíssima demora, acho devo pedir desculpas a quem quer que estivesse me esperando aparecer. senti falta daqui e de conseguir organizar minhas ideias (essa em específico inspirada nisso aqui), de verdade mesmo. enfim, tenho asks e outras coisinhas que gostaria de postar durante essa semana, espero que aproveitem essa e as próximas leituras <3

sem nem ter iniciado a vida universitária, recebeu diversos conselhos: puxe um pouco o saco dos professores, não deixe pra cumprir créditos no último semestre, documente tudo que fizer em relação a trabalhos acadêmicos e faça amigos. insistiram um pouco nesse último, falando sobre como é importante manter amizades com pessoas que não só estejam lá pela diversão como pelas partes que exigem responsabilidade. nada disso foi difícil de seguir. sempre se dedicou aos estudos, valorizando as oportunidades que tinha e focando no que seria bom para o seu futuro. claro, possuía seus defeitos e às vezes precisava se esforçar um pouco mais para não perder prazos e afins, como toda jovem comum faria. e jamais perderia qualquer informação sobre as muitas páginas que passava horas digitando e diagramando, as normas abnt quase coladas no seu cérebro de tanto usá-las. acreditava fielmente que finalizaria o curso com algumas horas complementares sobrando, se fosse possível. 

e, quanto às amizades, foi surpreendida da melhor maneira. 

o apoio moral dos amigos que passaram para a mesma universidade foi um acalento, trouxe paz para os seus primeiros dias, mas, é claro, precisava se entrosar com os novos colegas também. é aí que entra choi seungcheol. 

só não exatamente aí, num primeiro momento. 

no começo, aos olhos leigos de quem havia trocado alguns “bom dia” com seungcheol e restringido o diálogo só a coisas relacionadas às matérias nas semanas iniciais, ele parecia sério demais. o que foi descartado como um exagero logo no primeiro semestre, o homem era extremamente educado e atencioso. sempre se pôs a disposição dos demais calouros, principalmente quando caiu nos ouvidos da turma que ele já havia começado o curso um tempo atrás e trancado por questões pessoais. logo, tinha sim um pouco mais de experiência em comparação à maioria. 

foi agradável participar de qualquer trabalho em grupo que o envolvia, atento aos detalhes e, para o bem da sua sanidade, não deixava tudo pra última hora. mas parou por aí durante um tempo, não se sentia íntima dele o bastante e temia forçar uma aproximação desnecessária, até ele ter dado o primeiro passo. 

ver colegas — ou desconhecidos — com aquelas feições tensas encarando uma das telas no laboratório de informática era algo bastante recorrente. contudo, ver você naquele mesmo estado — talvez um pouco pior se reparasse nos dedos sumindo entre seus lábios, quase os roendo, parando somente para proferir uma série de xingamentos para o pobre computador — foi algo atípico. já te viu frustrada com uma atividade ou outra, suspirando aliviada com um sorriso fofo quando finalmente conseguia resolvê-la, porém aquela inquietação transbordando tão perceptivelmente de você era algo novo.

não podia dizer que te conhecia tão bem pra fazer grandes comparações, porém, ao longo dos dias, pôde ver que não era o tipo de aluna que deixava dúvidas pairando sem respostas ou que procrastinava em excesso. seus cadernos tinham anotações de todos os temas e lembretes com prazos, parecia fazer de tudo para distanciar-se o máximo que podia da estafa mental e física que uma graduação poderia causar. logo, a cena chamou a atenção de seungcheol com facilidade. 

o aceno desanimado e a curta conversa, ainda que estivesse notavelmente estressada, o fizeram se sentir bem-vindo o suficiente naquele dia, quando você não só se permitiu receber a ajuda que precisava — mas sentia vergonha em pedir —, como deixou de chamar seungcheol de choi. ele precisou pedir com jeitinho para que abandonasse a coisa do sobrenome, brincando sobre como você parecia um dos caras da atlética e não a parceira favorita de cheol para qualquer tarefa acadêmica chamando-o assim.

descobriu que a paciência de seungcheol era quase inesgotável, bem como seu ego, que inflou de imediato quando você admitiu que a explicação dele foi bem melhor que a do professor ao introduzir o maldito software. entretanto, os olhos brilhando com a leve arrogância não foram capazes de te chatear como normalmente fariam se fosse alguma outra pessoa ali, pois não estavam acompanhados de nenhuma atitude desagradável, mas sim da personalidade gentil de seungcheol, que ficou somente mais instigado a mastigar cada instrução e truquezinhos extras que conhecia para te auxiliar. 

situações como aquela se tornaram rotineiras: seungcheol e você dividindo um canto da instituição enquanto tornavam alguma tarefa menos descomplicada um para o outro. que logo se transformaram em momentos falando apenas sobre casualidades. pôde conhecer mais da personalidade cativante, ora divertida, ora resmungona; das responsabilidades que cheol carregava como filho, irmão e parte importante do negócio familiar dos choi; e dos sonhos e ambições que alguém com um coração tão grande como o dele poderia ter. 

ninguém te culparia por se encantar. afinal, a pessoa em questão era choi seungcheol, o menor empurrãozinho levou o que era apenas uma pequena bolinha de neve no topo da montanha a deslizar como uma avalanche. e cheol não ajudou muito a evitar que isso acontecesse. o sorriso fácil e encorajador, como passaria um braço sobre seu ombro ao caminharem pelos corredores, estando atento a tantos detalhes sobre ti que quase se tornou um especialista em seus gostos e desgostos.

logo, o probleminha para conseguir prestar atenção nas palavras que saíam da boca dele e não em como os lábios eram rosadinhos, os cílios compridos e os olhos tão expressivamente cintilantes cresceu até se tornar aquela sensação constante que deixava seus sentidos desnorteados e coração acelerado. 

a paixão não era um terreno inexplorado, porém havia um penhasco de diferença entre as situações bobas vividas antes — rapidamente deixadas de lado ao darem errado — e como se sentia com o choi. a adolescência te rendeu o que tende a render: alguns arrependimentos e corações partidos. 

um primeiro beijo desastroso, um namoradinho que não dava a mínima pra nada, uma coisa aqui e outra ali fizeram-te se afastar um pouco de relações românticas. focou o período ocioso em mais estudos e em cultivar boas memórias com as amizades que apreciava. isso bastou para chegar à vida adulta pacificamente, embora a experiência fosse quase escassa. 

o bom julgamento te fazia uma amiga procurada para ajudar em questões amorosas, tendo conselhos na ponta da língua para quando fosse necessário. porém, como aconselharia a si mesma? o que fazer com o tanto de sentimentos crescentes? ironicamente, foi o próprio seungcheol quem, mais uma vez, foi a luz para a situação. a ponto de sua amiga jiwoo rir com vocês ao aparecerem juntos pela primeira vez, lembrando de como seungcheol foi quem te incentivou a ir em frente.

você e jiwoo sempre achavam um cantinho para conversar enquanto ela, como boa parte dos alunos que apareciam no refeitório naquele horário, tomava sua dose diária de cafeína e tentava compreender o que poderia estar te deixando cabisbaixa nos últimos dias. — isso não explica nada. o cara é legal, sempre tá com um sorrisão do seu lado. você tá complicando demais as coisas, ______. — ele age assim porque é meu amigo, jiwoo. o cheol não tem a menor ideia de como eu me sinto e se eu abrir a boca pra falar alguma coisa, corro o risco dele me detestar — a mera ideia de ter que se afastar por algo assim te fez cogitar ainda mais apenas ignorar qualquer pensamento fantasioso com o choi, enterrar tudo naquele cantinho escondido na sua mente. 

— não, senhorita. o homem fica todo radiante de manhã cedo, eu nunca vi ele com toda essa alegria perto do mingyu, por exemplo. só às vezes, na verdade — respirou fundo, retomando o foco. — o ponto é que vocês já se aproximaram naturalmente, só tem que aproveitar. — jiji, eu me travo inteira só de ouvir um elogio dele. como que eu vou flertar sem parecer boba? tudo que eu tiver pra falar, o seungcheol já ouviu. — mas não ouviu de você! tá perdendo tempo se privando de ter uma chance com alguém legal e impedindo o seungcheol de dar uns beijos na pessoa mais foda dessa faculdade — jiwoo agiria como sua maior apoiadora se sua felicidade estava em jogo. — mas não vai conseguir me refutar, porque ele tá vindo pra cá. virou-se na direção em que sua amiga acenou, avistando o choi no seu mood diário: se arrastando entre a multidão tentando encontrar alguém conhecido. 

o banco era um tanto desconfortável, mas poder deitar a cabeça no seu ombro compensava — você o faria levantar, dizendo que ele poderia acabar dormindo a qualquer minuto, porém seungcheol não largaria de mão o tempinho aconchegado ali. 

— vamo, seungcheol. bota esse teu cérebro pra trabalhar e me ajuda com uma coisa. 

— eu não vou te ajudar com nenhum parágrafo de mais nada, jiwoo — a lamúria dele foi dispensada com um aceno da colega. 

— relaxa, já terminei aquilo. vamos supor que eu tenho uma amiga… 

— me diz que você não termina essa frase tentando me arranjar um encontro, por favor. toda hora alguém aparece me enchendo com isso. 

— apesar de eu ser uma ótima cupido, não é isso. o que uma pessoa deveria fazer pra se aproximar mais de alguém que ela tem uma quedinha, supondo que já tenha uma amizade ali. 

parte de você se sentiu como no comecinho da adolescência, tendo que lidar com as ideias quase constrangedoras de jiwoo. porém, pensando bem, não tinha como seungcheol deduzir muito com aquelas informações. sua amiga conversava com todos que davam trela pelo campus, fazendo amizades improváveis. ele jamais ligaria aquela única frase a você. 

— ah, é um clássico. e o que geralmente impede as pessoas é o medo de estragar a amizade, mas guardar sentimentos pra si é muito pior pra todo mundo que tá envolvido a longo prazo. é melhor ver o fato de serem amigos como uma vantagem. já sabem algumas coisas um do outro, devem se falar com frequência. alguém que se importa com a gente costuma valorizar mais nossos sentimentos, sabe? mas se não for assim, nem é alguém que vale a pena.

— tá, mas e se essa pessoa simplesmente não souber por onde começar? — você questionou, fingindo que o assunto não era sobre você. 

— sim, a coitada tá perdida. tem medo, óbvio. mas também não tem ideia do que fazer pro tonto perceber ou descobrir se ele sente algo — jiwoo completou, se aproveitando do desconhecimento de cheol. 

— só começar com calma, chamar pra fazer algo diferente do que fazem juntos normalmente, um elogio de vez em quando. se for correspondida, é uma brecha pra tomar coragem. se não, é mais fácil seguir em frente com a certeza negativa do que se perguntando um monte de “e se?”. 

cada palavra dita com cuidado te deixou pensativa o bastante para esquecer de respondê-lo, cabendo a jiwoo encerrar o assunto antes do começo das aulas do dia. apesar do incentivo inesperado, não foi de primeira que conseguiu agir. acreditava que suas pequenas demonstrações passavam completamente despercebidas por cheol, mas tentou mesmo assim. os minutos — ou horas �� que passariam na biblioteca estudando, sugeriu que fossem gastos na casa de um de vocês, ocasionando sempre num filme ou ida à algum lugar pra recompensar as mentes exaustas. e, embora já fosse uma espectadora assídua dos treinos que era convidada a comparecer, passou a estar presente também nas partidas, talvez tendo sido a etapa final para o seu plano — não tão bem elaborado. 

o começo de mais uma temporada de muita competitividade animava seungcheol, de certa forma. o resto do time diria que era aquele sede dele de ganhar, o que era parcialmente verdade, mas o real motivo estava no quão leve sua mente ficava quando tinha mais alguma coisa pra distraí-la. não podia desconsiderar totalmente o ponto de seus amigos, concordava ainda mais agora, na verdade. ser vitorioso realmente o fazia se sentir ainda melhor, os gritos reverberando pelo ginásio o inflamavam. 

porém, gol atrás de gol, ele se pegava olhando para o mesmo lugar na multidão. apesar de você ter dito meia dúzia de vezes que não era muito de ir a esse tipo de coisa, combinou as roupas com as cores do time para vibrar a cada lance. silenciosamente, seungcheol começou a dedicar todos os passes corretos e gols que marcou a você. 

ansiou a chegada das finais, estimulou o time para manterem o mesmo ritmo, certo de que seria a oportunidade ideal para abandonar as dedicações que manteve somente em sua cabeça para uma real. o corpo de seungcheol fervilhou, não só pela adrenalina depois de dribles bem sucedidos rumo ao campo da equipe adversária e o desempate memorável do placar antes do apito final, como por aquela nova sensação que o motivou a ir até onde sabia que você estaria. jamais conseguiria ouvi-lo em meio às comemorações calorosas, então esperou ter seus olhos em si para que o movimento dos lábios fosse compreendido. o curtinho “fiz pra você” te tirou um sorriso, seguido por uma risadinha, fazendo aquela centelha esperançosa crescer com um simples gesto — que foi muito choi seungcheol da parte dele. bem como o convite inegável para comemorar unicamente com ele depois de darem uma passadinha na festa organizada para o time vencedor. não foi um dia que ficou gravado em sua mente só por esses motivos, a parte mais marcante aconteceu bem mais tarde naquele dia, na porta da sua casa, quando timidamente o beijinho de despedida de cheol desceu de sua bochecha aos seus lábios. 

poderia ter se corroído com o arrependimento de não ter se esforçado antes para que estivessem daquela maneira, porém a fluidez com que tudo aconteceu tranquilizou seungcheol. todo segundo em que esteve ao seu lado, apreciando silenciosamente mais sobre você do que foi capaz de expor valeu á pena. 

sentiu-se nervoso, ora temeu estar indo devagar demais, ora apressar as coisas, e foi seu olhar afável, reafirmando que estava contente em como as coisas iam, que colocou choi nos eixos. logo, pareceu bem mais simples do que as complicações dramáticas dos filmes. tiveram encontros, tiveram aqueles curtos momentos em que a companhia alheia, sem nada muito elaborado por trás, os alentou. seungcheol apenas foi ele mesmo, por inteiro, sem receio de te mostrar tudo sobre si pois sabia que a honestidade crua era recíproca. esquadrinharam o que era novo com cautela e de coração aberto, fascinados um com o outra e a paixão crescendo irreprimida.

os beijinhos de despedida se tornaram mais frequentes, junto dos “bom dias” e da presença de seungcheol. seus amigos não estranharem a proximidade não foi uma surpresa, já habituados a verem você e o choi grudados. mas seus pais não terem nenhum questionamento a fazer era algo um tanto estranho. o que foi esclarecido quando, num dia aleatório em que nem em casa você estava, chegou e viu cheol rindo com sua mãe na cozinha enquanto ajudava seu pai a preparar ingredientes pro almoço. o choi não somente havia adentrado muito mais na sua vida, como na deles também, já fazendo parte daquelas cenas cotidianas e caseiras antes mesmo de oficializar o que tinham. 

em pouco tempo seungcheol se tornou o genro ideal: cuidadoso, amável e respeitoso, além de responsável, é claro. mais do que digno da confiança de seus familiares, que não se preocupavam caso você se atrasasse uns minutinhos para voltar pra casa depois de uma tarde cheol, pois sabiam que ele cuidaria bem de ti. não só se certificando que chegasse segura em casa, como através de outras ações.

e você concordava com veemência. seu namorado sempre dava um jeitinho para garantir que você estivesse bem e feliz, quer fosse comprando lanches ou seus doces favoritos durante aqueles períodos hormonal e emocionalmente instáveis do mês, aparecendo na sua porta com um kit de remédios porque você disse que não estava se sentindo muito bem, te lembrando de se manter hidratada e alimentada, dando caronas mesmo que não fossem realmente necessárias e só quisessem passar algum tempo juntos. ou seja, se esforçava para atender — sempre que possível — aos pedidos manhosinhos que externava. mesmo àqueles que pareciam ser um mero teste à sanidade dele. como na vez em que o tal filme que você tanto persistiu para que assistissem juntos foi esquecido em minutos, rodando na tela do computador enquanto você se deliciava com sua nova descoberta: a sensibilidade extrema que seu namorado tinha no pescoço. ok, não era uma novidade de fato, já tinha noção disso, mas nunca havia se aproveitado daquele conhecimento até a tarde em questão.

seria muito fácil pra cheol te tirar de cima dele, porém deixar você aproveitar o lapso de confiança que teve para agarrar-se a ele daquela maneira era uma ótima motivação para que ficasse paradinho ali, soltando aqueles gemidos quase inaudíveis perto do seu ouvido. também poderia evitar os sons, se não fosse pela forma que você reagiu a eles. toda vez que choi murmurava um elogio ou te puxava pra um selar rápido, você pressionava o quadril contra o dele, empenhada a ter mais daquelas respostas de cheol. nem estarem cientes de que a porta encostada não impediria ninguém de ouvi-los poderia fazer com que você parasse. — não acha melhor a gente parar, princesa? — tão ofegante quanto ele, negou antes de tomar os lábios macios entre os seus novamente. — me beija direito, cheollie. só mais um pouquinho, depois disso a gente volta a assistir. ele sabia que era uma grande mentira, nenhum dos dois pararia com aquilo t��o cedo. então, de nada adiantava argumentar. o mesmo tom que usou para pedir “mais um pouquinho” continuou a ser usado nos minutos seguintes, com seungcheol sendo aquele que explorava os cantinhos sensíveis em ti, lábios e dígitos trabalhando para dar tudo que você ansiava tão docemente. mas nunca iam longe demais. mas não só porque podiam chamados pro jantar ainda com os dedos de seungcheol enterrados em ti.

se você mesma não falasse sobre seus próprios limites, cheol lembraria, te olhando com cuidado para confirmar quando parar. ora sentia alguma incerteza, ora aquela insegurança que seungcheol tanto se esforçava para tirar de ti. ainda que ele tentasse te tranquilizar, a falta de experiência te frustrava, mas costumava ouvir o choi muito bem, deixando-o te guiar e incentivar. foi como aprendeu a explorar mais seu próprio prazer, muito mais a fundo do que com qualquer amostra fictícia e com suas tentativas solitárias. cheol foi paciente e gentil, te deixando ditar o ritmo ideal, tomando as rédeas quando necessário, mas sempre pensando no melhor pra ti. apesar do beicinho frustrado surgir ocasionalmente em seu rosto, já haviam deixado claro que cheol jamais seria o tipo de namorado que te pressiona demais e você notava muito bem quando ele estava naquele estado catastrófico em que poderia implodir de tesão se não te tocasse, então tudo ficou muito bem assim. até quase não estar mais.

— você tá tão quietinha, aconteceu alguma coisa? — era difícil que algo tivesse acontecido de fato. a oportunidade de passar dias juntinhos foi muito bem recebida por seungcheol. não queria ficar sozinha em casa durante a viagem repentina de seus pais, então porque não unir o útil ao agradável e ficar esse tempo com cheol? levou mais um monte de suas coisas para a casa dele e ali ficaria pela próxima semana. eram só você, ele e kkuma. nada havia te estressado naquele dia.

na verdade, era um sábado muito tranquilo. cheol se dispôs a fazer lanchinhos antes de voltarem à pequena maratona de uma série que você encontrou para verem. porém, observando-a sentada perto da bancada durante o preparo, notou as feições quase emburradas surgirem à medida que o silêncio dominou o ambiente. — ah, é bobeira, deixa pra lá — forçou um sorriso, torcendo pra ser convincente. — ok, mas vou deixar pra lá só até terminar isso aqui — é, como imaginou, não teria escapatória. só que realmente não achava ser nada demais, talvez tenha se perdido demais pensando no quão atraente seungcheol parecia fazendo as menores coisas. a expressão séria não era por qualquer tipo de chateação, sua mente apenas foi muito longe. — agora me diz, é algo bobo tipo quando você fica muito concentrada pensando se vampiros podem ver seus reflexos em espelhos que não fossem feitos com prata? — isso não é nada bobo, é um tópico muito válido!

cheol te olhou com a mesma expressão de sempre: prestes a falar sobre como vampiros não existirem invalida o assunto, mas pareceu desistir de voltar a isso. — amor, me explica logo, senão eu vou ficar aqui tentando chutar e a gente não vai começar o próximo episódio. — foi só minha imaginação fértil fantasiando várias coisas que gostaria de fazer com meu namorado gostoso e tudo mais. rindo, seungcheol abandonou o prato na mesinha de centro, fazendo o mesmo com o seu e seguida e puxando-a pro colo dele. — não precisa só ficar fantasiando sobre as coisas quando eu to aqui, linda. — mas eu imaginei muito mais do que qualquer coisa que a gente já fez. o sorrisinho não deixou os lábios de cheol, se tornando apenas um pouco mais suave e afetuoso quando fez menção de desviar o olhar do dele. — e você tem cem por cento de certeza disso? — cheollie, eu sei do que to falando — resmungou. — tudo bem, tudo bem — deu selares levinhos do seu pescoço à sua boca entre as palavras. — posso pedir pra esperar só até amanhã? — eu já disse que não precisa- — eu sei, mas eu sou um cara romântico, sabe? não quer dizer que eu não possa fazer nada por você agora, só queria te dar todo carinho e atenção que merece, fazer com que seja especial. ainda que você dissesse preferir tratar sua primeira vez como toda a normalidade do mundo, sentia aquele calorzinho familiar inchar em seu peito sempre que o assunto vinha à tona e seungcheol mantinha o mesmo pensamento. ao passar dos meses, ele nunca falhou em te fazer se sentir apreciada e sabia que não seria diferente com isso. e talvez você tenha criado um tantinho de expectativa para aquilo, o friozinho na barriga se fazia persistente quando pensava sobre. 

e agora era impossível não pensar sobre. mal absorveu as informações dos três episódios que viram antes de irem pra cama, somente seungcheol sendo capaz de pôr seu foco em outra coisa — como a boca dele te fazendo se sentir tão bem em minutos. foi distração o suficiente para toda a preparação de cheol no dia seguinte quase passar despercebida. também se sentia ansiosa pelos possíveis planos de seu namorado, mas optava por se permitir ser surpreendida. contudo, isso não impediu seus pensamentos a mil. ele notou quão aérea você ficou, achando meio fofo depois de confirmar que não estava realmente preocupada com nada a respeito. seungcheol te sugeriu ocupar sua mente com ideias do que vestir, deixando implícita a possibilidade de um jantar ou outro cenário romântico. e funcionou, dessa forma também conseguiria surpreendê-lo à sua maneira. — caralho — não que fosse muito difícil impressionar cheol, ele sempre ficava com aquela expressão boba quando você se arrumava um pouquinho, mas tinha que admitir que dessa vez foi absolutamente intencional. — esse é seu jeito de dizer um “você tá linda”?

se aproximou de você após deixar os talheres na mesa, uma mão deslizando pelas suas costas e fazendo um carinho terno em seu rosto. — não, significa que eu sou muito sortudo e namoro a mulher mais linda e sexy que existe. — aí eu já acho que você tá exagerando. — você não tem nenhum argumento razoável pra contestar isso, então nem vem. — bom, eu sou muito sortuda também, mas acho que você já sabe disso, né? — uhum, to sabendo que você ficou toda besta só de me ver com essa camisa — piscou, todo convencido e absolutamente certo. a camisa azul escura com as mangas enroladas era uma das maiores tentações do mundo, um grande perigo. mas cheol estava tão afetado quanto você, passou muito tempo com o olhar vagando em ti, quase errando em que posição colocar uma das travessas na mesa. no entanto, os dois resistiram bem até o fim do jantar — com direito a um de seus pratos favoritos que sabe-se lá quando cheol comprou os ingredientes para preparar. 

todo detalhe da noite foi captado por você, gravados em sua mente junto aos sorrisinhos e selares. a tranquilidade te embalou em sincronia ao abraço de cheol, a conversa animada dando lugar aos narizes se tocando em meio aos sussurros confidentes e beijos lentinhos. — antes de tudo, você já tinha imaginado que a gente acabaria assim? — sua pergunta pôs seungcheol pra pensar, resgatando nas memórias o primeiro dia em que te viu. — não assim, mas pra ser honesto eu posso ter pensado em tentar algo. 

— eu podia estar beijando você desde o primeiro semestre, então? — reclamou ao se ajeitar sentada em cima de cheol, fingindo brigar com um dedo apontado pra ele. — você teria me dito não, princesa. jamais seria um babaca com você, já te achava um amor, mas você tava muito focada nas suas notas e em se adaptar que ignorou todo mundo que tentou se aproximar. — gosto de como as coisas aconteceram, então tudo bem  — deu de ombros, brincando com algumas mechinhas do cabelo dele. — também prefiro assim. enquanto eu tentava fingir que não tinha cogitado te beijar umas dúzias de vezes, você tava tentando me conquistar. — o único feedback negativo que tenho pra fazer é que você foi muito lentinho pra notar minhas declarações. — eu já to te compensando por isso, amor. eu disse que ia, não disse? — te puxou pra pertinho dele de novo, o aperto em seu quadril ficando mais firme ao passo que a boca alcançava a sua.

derreteu sob a maciez dos lábios de seungcheol entre os seus, sorvendo os elogios recitados entre os curtos intervalos. cheol amava quão responsiva era, pressionando as unhas contra a nuca dele, puxando-o necessitada de algo que já estava sendo dado a ti. o estalar úmido cessou por milésimos até migrar ao sul, do seu pescoço, à clavícula, ao pouco que o decote expunha dos seus seios. — cheol, quarto — falou, mas custou a se mover. — vai levantar ou vou ter que te levar? — a ideia sedutora fez um sorriso astuto aparecer em seu rosto. — ok, já entendi. foi tirada dali mais rápido que o tempo de resposta dos seus reflexos à situação, sendo carregada pelo curto trecho que ligava os dois cômodos, aproveitando-se da liberdade que teve para sugar e mordiscar a tez sensível do maxilar dele. foi colocada na cama entre risadinhas, sem deixar de se atentar às mudanças no ambiente: a meia luz, flores na cabeceira e podia jurar que o quarto cheirava àquela vela que você deu a seungcheol um tempo atrás. — você fala muito sério quando diz que gosta de ser romântico, né? — achei que já sabia que sempre falo sério sobre isso. — eu sei que tá, um dos nossos encontros foi uma sessão de cinema drive-in nostálgica de diário de uma paixão. — e você gostou muito, então para de ficar aí duvidando e me deixa beijar você. — quem parou foi você, cheollie — deslizou um dedo pelo primeiro botão da camisa dele, desfazendo-o lentamente. tomou a tarefa para si, desistindo de manter o ritmo vagaroso e se livrando da peça com agilidade. sorriu ladino com o suspiro trêmulo que deixou sua boca ao que seus olhos percorriam o caminho trilhado pelas mãos de cheol, levando a calça ao mesmo destino que a camisa. — tudo bem? — seu aceno confirmando não o satisfez. — palavras, querida, por favor. — seungcheol, tá tudo bem, eu to bem e não quero parar — achou graça, selando o beicinho frustrado. — certo, então posso tirar essa roupa bonita de você? — te deu espaço ao notar que queria fazer isso sozinha, recostando-se na cabeceira e abrindo as pernas para que se ajoelhasse na cama entre elas. 

apesar de já terem passado por isso, seungcheol se pegava segurando o fôlego com frequência. conhecia seu corpo com maestria, não só sabendo onde tocar, como conhecendo cada curva com perícia. e era apaixonado por todas. especialmente se estivesse como agora, o olhando com expectativa enquanto revelava o tecido repleto de detalhes delicados moldado em sua pele. o mesmo arfar estremecido que observou anteriormente saindo dos próprios lábios. ajudou-a com ternura, te deitando sob ele para que pudesse apreciar com cuidado. 

não se demorou, no entanto. afinal, sabia que passar tempo demais te olhando em silêncio podia te deixar constrangida, tratou de te adorar com seus beijos e toques. não havia muito a ser dito, mas fez questão de tornar a dizer o que repetia para ti diariamente. 

— tão, tão linda. e gostosa pra caralho, sabia? — te ver afirmar fazia cheol se sentir um pouquinho orgulhoso, ciente de que foi um longo caminho para que se sentisse à vontade assim. — mas acho que minha gatinha não quer só ficar me ouvindo falar. 

— eu meio que gosto — arqueou a sobrancelha com a pequena novidade. — gosta de saber que me deixa fodido quando veste essas coisinhas? — falou empurrando-a pro lado, o indicador escorregando com facilidade pela intimidade úmida —  queria comprar uma dúzia pra você, amo te encher de presentes. — também gosto muito disso — a frase era ambígua. amava os presentinhos e os dedos de seungcheol te esticando, embora não tivesse chegado a isso ainda. 

ele só provocou. circulando o ponto inchado, mergulhando só um pouco no buraquinho pulsante. mas rapidamente entendeu sua tentativa de se mover contra ele, acatando-a. — é assim que você queria, bebê? — movia o dígito devagarzinho, esperando pela resposta negativa. — sempre ansiosa. já ensinei que é mais fácil quando é um de cada vez, lembra? — eu sei, mas é bom — choramingou.

— tenho que parar de mimar você assim, linda. tá muito mal acostumada — apesar do que disse, não conseguia evitar te dar tudo o que queria. deslizou-os mais rápido, sem esperar que também pedisse por isso. 

o que também não bastaria pra você, então logo percorreu o doce caminho já conhecido. deu atenção aos seios ainda cobertos, lambendo os mamilos durinhos através do tecido, continuando até a barra rendada da calcinha. riu da reclamação que soou ao tirar os dedos de ti, que logo entendeu o motivo, dando à peça superior o mesmo destino que a outra, descartada por seungcheol. a expressão alegre foi a última coisa que viu, sucedendo os selinhos demorados por toda extensão de suas coxas. não foi repentino, mas não pôde evitar ser avassalada pela língua quente resvalando seu núcleo sem pressa, afundando em ti e no pontinho de nervos, ora sendo estimulado pelo músculo úmido, ora pelo nariz roçando a cada investida. 

cheol sequer se preocupava em tentar manter suas pernas separadas, uma mão firme numa das coxas enquanto a outra, junto à boca dele, continuava estritamente dedicada à sua buceta. atrelados um ao outro, perdiam quaisquer noções de espaço e tempo. para seungcheol, nada mais importava além de ouvir mais da sinfonia melódica que escapava da sua boca ao que atingia aquele lugarzinho ideal ao curvar os dedos em suas paredes. e você só se ancorava à realidade pois tinha cheol para se agarrar, os fios enrolados entre seus dedos ou os músculos ondulando sob eles a cada movimento de cheol. 

sugava o nervinho com afinco sem cogitar diminuir a velocidade, sua gatinha detestaria que o fizesse, clamando por mais ainda que estivesse em seu limite. imersa no prazer que somente cheol conseguia te fazer sentir, apertava-o mais contra si, esfregando-se contra o rosto melado. quase parecia incansável assim, mas bastou que a tensão fosse liberta para se exaurir, seu corpo arqueado tremulante contra a cama foi abrandado pelas carícias de seu namorado. subindo vagarosamente até seus lábios, enlevado-a num daqueles beijos que na mesma medida que te tira o fôlego, te traz vida.

— oi, linda. ficou cansadinha? — meneou a cabeça, recuperando o fôlego antes de responder. 

— nem um pouco, cheollie — acariciou seu rosto ao rir do tom arfante. 

— ah, claro. tenho certeza que não. 

— seungcheol — prolongou o nome em sua reclamação. — garanto que não vou me cansar tão cedo — a destra seguiu sorrateiramente pelo abdômen de cheol, observando-a brincar com a barra da última peça de roupa restante. seungcheol estremeceu um pouquinho com seus dedinhos rastejando sobre o contorno do membro rijo, a oportunidade que você fisgou para empurrá-lo de cima de ti até que caísse deitado na cama ao seu lado. 

— o que tá querendo, princesa? — seu empenho em tirar a cueca dele era resposta o suficiente, bem como sua tentativa de prender o próprio cabelo no topo da cabeça. não o respondeu verbalmente, no entanto. abaixou-se até estar pertinho do pau enrijecido, dando nada mais do que beijinhos suaves pela extensão, provocando cheol. mesmo que fosse impaciente quando se tratava de ter sua boca ao redor dele, não fez muito além ajeitar os fios de cabelo que caíam em seu rosto. o par de olhos desejosos foi um grande incentivo para ir direto ao ponto, abrigando a cabecinha quase rubro acerejada entre os lábios, a leve sucção fazendo o afago em seu couro cabeludo se tornar um aperto mais firme. a expressão contorcida e o gemido arrastado mal contido te incentivaram a aumentar a intensidade com que o sugava, descendo pouco a pouco pela extensão.

— não precisa ter pressa, princesa, nem forçar demais — avisou, pois sabia que teimava em ir além do que aguentava. 

te viu colocá-lo mais fundo, a pontinha alcançando sua garganta e as mãos massageando o tanto de comprimento que não conseguia pôr na boca. os olhos brilhando com a avidez que a tomava e pelas poucas lágrimas se acumulando no cantinho deles, ou sua expressão sedenta ao se afastar por poucos segundos para regular a respiração, qualquer coisa que fizesse àquela altura poderia levar cheol à borda. e não queria que isso acontecesse agora. 

puxou-a com cuidado, sua carinha confusa e ofegante sendo envolvida pelas mãos de cheol antes de beijá-la de novo, sentido o gosto dos dois misturados ao palato. com o mesmo zelo, te ajeitou deitadinha contra os travesseiros, agora sendo aquele puxado para o beijo lascivo.

mais uma vez a atmosfera os envolveu, os narizes se tocando entre sussurros e sorrisos e a leveza que te aconchegava tomando o momento, mesmo que cheol estivesse deslizando um preservativo pelo pau endurecido. um par de dedos te esticando um pouco mais, brincando com o clitóris sensível logo depois. seungcheol se dedicou a sobrecarregar cada centímetro ao seu alcance, tentando te fazer esquecer a ardência da nova intrusão, te distraindo até que só fosse capaz de assimilar o prazer das estocadas — ainda contidas, afinal, o que menos queria era que sua namorada sentisse qualquer desconforto.

cada gesto era reflexo um do outro, os lábios de cheol marcando seu pescoço e busto bem como seus dedos nas costas e ombro dele, suas pernas envoltas em seungcheol bem como as mãos dele fixaram-se na carne macia das suas coxas. entretanto, era tudo sobre você. nada seria mais sublime para seungcheol do que sua pele brilhante e cálida, o cabelo espalhado pelo travesseiro e lábios entreabertos clamando por mais. não havia como cheol negar qualquer desejo seu, estava ali para e por você, sempre. 

sua buceta vibrando em torno dele foi o prenúncio para que os dedos voltassem ao feixe de nervos, já experientes em como te empurrar ao ápice, porém sendo levado junto dessa vez, preenchendo a camisinha com o deslizar lento ao que a extensão pulsava, síncrona com o tremular do seu interior. melhor do que te ter envolta a ele, era poder contemplar cada nuance das suas feições, desejando gravar minuciosamente em suas memórias. seungcheol deduziu que se sentia como ele, seu toque o envolvendo com ternura enquanto relaxava sobre os lençois. 

cheol não se importou muito consigo, mais focado em cuidar de ti, toda molinha no colchão — apesar do sorrisinho aéreo não ter deixado seu rosto. já era inevitável não se sentir flutuando com o carinho que cheol tinha contigo, sendo cuidada com tanto apreço, o que fazer senão sorrir feito boba? 

— se continuar falando comigo toda cheia de dengo e com essa carinha vou ter que tomar medidas drásticas, amor. 

— não posso nem ser uma mulher apaixonada. 

— claro que pode, mas eu ganho de você nisso. — de onde surge tanta competitividade, capitão choi? — seu tom brincalhão com o título foi levado mais a sério do que pensou. — a gente não vai sair daqui tão cedo se você me chamar de capitão de novo, gatinha. — nem se você me chamar de gatinha — retrucou, sendo puxada para deitar sobre cheol. — que bom, não tava querendo sair daqui mesmo — o magnetismo que tende a unir seus lábios sempre que estão próximos agiu de novo, mas por pouco tempo. 

a interrupção das notificações do celular, esquecido há horas, teria sido muito bem ignorada por você se não fosse por cheol, que pegou o aparelho barulhento. — é sua mãe, gatinha.

— se eu não responder ela vai pensar que eu to dormindo, então deixa que eu vejo depois — resmungou, tentando trazer cheol pra si novamente, que esquivou das suas tentativas. 

— e se for importante, hein? minha sogra vai ficar desesperada se for algo sério e você não responder ela. 

— é fácil entender porque eles amam tanto você, é um puxa saco. — puxa saco não, eu sou um namorado incrível pra filha deles e um ótimo genro.

ao contrário do que seungcheol imaginou, seus pais apenas queria saber se havia regado as plantas e se estavam bem. sim, no plural, pois os dois não sabiam mais viver sem mencionar choi seungcheol, o que era maravilhoso. a menos que os três entrassem num dos diálogos sem fim deles. tinha que admitir que era um pouco fofo vê-los falando sobre as lembrancinhas que compraram pensando em cheol, ou ele sendo todo prestativo e se oferecendo pra arrumar o cantinho onde sua mãe coloca os vasinhos com temperos frescos. então, deitada no peito de seungcheol, divertiu-se com a curta troca entre eles. 

“não esquece de lembrar a _____ de almoçar direito, e você também” sua mãe começou, despedindo-se para dormir — não sem antes de narrar tudo o que pretendia fazer no dia seguinte com seu pai. 

— não se preocupa, ela tá comendo e dormindo muito bem. 

“falando em dormir, nós vamos também, antes que fique muito tarde. e é pra cuidar bem da _____, seungcheol” seu pai finalizou, apesar das curtas reclamações de sua mãe. — pode deixar, to cuidando dela direitinho — o tom de cheol era regado daquela gentileza de sempre, porém o olhar que deu a você transparecia o significado das palavras. 

a despedida não se estendeu, seungcheol colocando o celular de volta à mesinha ao lado da cama. apertou você entre os braços dele, recebendo um beijinho no topo da cabeça.

— eles vão ficar muito mal acostumados, cheollie. coloca prateleira pra cá, combina de ir no shopping pra lá, quero só ver. — relaxa que eu dou conta — piscou pra você.

— tudo bem, só não pode dizer depois que tá cansado pra ficar comigo — fingiu chateação, com direito a beicinho e tudo, onde logo seungcheol deu meia dúzia de selinhos antes.

isso, no entanto, junto da mudança de rumo das carícias em sua cintura para o apertão em sua bunda, serviram para baixar sua guarda o bastante para que cheol pudesse te virar na cama, ficando em cima de ti mais uma vez. — bem lembrado, como a senhorita disse mais cedo que não ia se cansar tão fácil, acho que posso continuar cuidando de você, né, gatinha?

[jinmindeulle]

svt as your baby daddies | text aus.

hip hop unit here!

seungcheol's

wonwoo's

mingyu's

hansol's

performance unit here!

soonyoung's

jun's

minghao's

chan's

stay tuned for the rest of the guys 🥰

--- jinmindeulle 💕

[cheolinnie]

Coach-nim

Scoups x fem!reader

TW: age gaps (reader is 20, scoups is 28),

Usage of 'oppa', so if its cringe js replace it w/ smth else

Reader is a little bratty 😮‍💨

We won the game, and by a fucking long shot too; but what's he doing?

Giving everyone but me attention.

I scoffed as i watched him at the bar across the pool, laughing loudly and seemingly having a jolly good time with some of the other coaches. I took most of the winning shots... so why wasn't he praising me?

My gaze left him for a moment, only for it to be met with another, his dark eyes carrying a clear hungry look as he watched me, He seemded older, but it was always a little hard to tell with asain men.

I smiled; well, only one way to find out.

Leaving the group is was sitting with, along with the extremely dull conversation they were having about some boys they were eyeing, I made my way over to the bar. I have a cute bikini top, my bottoms covered up by a thin fabric, with strangers gazing slowly down my body.

"Hi" i smiled, and he did the same. He's cute with a pretty smike, but he didn't really reach Seungcheol in terms of sexiness.

"Can i get you anything?" he offers, and though i may be underage in South Korea, im sure as hell not in South Africa.

"A cosmo would be nice," I say, batting my lashes subtly. He nods slowly, giving my order to the bartender. "Thanks..."

"Kun." he holds out his hand, and me, being the "eager for attention from him" girl I was, took his hand and placed it on my bare thigh.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you oppa."

Kun quirks up a brow, but he doesn't remove his hand. "How old are you?

I was about to lean in, bring my lips towards his ear, nut im stopped by a rather large arm planted infront of my face, his callous hand slapping hard on the bartop.

"Too young for you, so fuck off."

I let out a soft laugh. That's a little rich coming from the 28 year old who absolutely adores fucking me.

Normally in a situation like this, the other guy would go running for the hills. unable to handle Seungcheol's dominating sneer- but it seems Kun was the daring type.

"Seems a little too young fo you too though, no?" he smirks up at him, crossing his legs over the other.

Seungcheol was visibly pissed now; his hand gripped the edge of the bartop, his knuckles hinting a bit of white. He slowly turns to face me. Bending down to my face, placing one hand on my hip as his lips brush my ear.

"I want you in my room, naked and cuffed," I gulp as he slowly moves his face to glare into my eyes. I feel a pinch in my side, making me gasp. "Now princess."

He pulles me up from ym seat with more force than needed, and there;s a quick, sneaky pat on my ass before i hastily leave. I wait until i'm up the stairs and out of sight to take off into a sprint towards seungcheol's room; I've already pissed him off, and although i wanted rough sex, i didn;t wanna deal with a red ass tommorow morning.

Seiping the extra key card he had given me when we got the hotel yesterday, i make haste in ripping my bathing suit off, tossing it somewhere in the room before scrambling for the handcuffs in his suitcase. Digging though his underwear, i fish out the leatcher cuffs, and jump on the bed.

"Hey coach Choi!"

My eyes widen when i hear soemone greet outside, the person unitentionally telling me he was close. Making quick work of the cuffs, i lay flat on the bed, waiting for him.

A beep is head, and the door opens. I take a deep breath, already ecstatic, not to mention completely soaking for him.

"That was fast." I say, and he sticks his tongue into his cheek, something he only did when he was pissed off, He practically rips his shirt off, a couple of the buttons flying somewhere in the room.

"He was nothing but a smart mouth," he scoffs, and begins to unbuckle his belt. the sight makes me instinctively rub my thighs together, already craving for some sort of friction,

Seungcheol smirks as he tosses his belt to the side. "I hope you know you're not getting any prep after that stunt."

I let out a loud gulp. i wont have a red ass tommorow but i sure wont be able to get up form bed till lunch time.

Seungcheol only smirked at my reaction, his body now rid of his clothes as he makes his way closer to the bed and crawling between my legs and looks down at me. "oh princess," he coos softly, running his knuckles along my cheekbone gently.

It was the only softness i was going to get tonight.

He smiles deviously he lowers his head, brushing his lips agaisnt mine. "I'm gonna make u cum so hard its gonna hurt."

Not even letting me take a breath, he plunges into me fully, bottoming out with a grunt and pleased look as what he sees. I let out a loud scream, my eyes rolled back, nails digging into his shoulder blades and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He pushes himself up to sit back in his heels, and sliding out slightly, before grabbing a hold of my thighs and I'm harshy pulled agaisnt his hip. My back arches and he hasnt even started really fucking me yet.

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a/n: lmk if yall want a part 2

a/n: honestly not my greatest work 😔