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pairings: seungcheol x f! reader

wc: +700

genre: tooth rotting fluff

cw: none

summary: They plan a surprise (they are the surprise) and you get dragged into it. It's a family activity after all.

see end of post for a/n.

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It was a Saturday. You had errands to run, so unfortunately, you had to sacrifice a nice day at home with your family.

You were tired but happy when at last you toed your shoes off by the entryway. "I'm back!" You called.

"In here, love!" You smile as you hear your husband's call faintly from somewhere further inside the house.

You follow his voice, dropping your bag in the couch as you pass it heading down the hallway leading towards your bedroom, "Where's-" and you stop right there at the doorway.

You almost missed it, blending with Seungcheol's own hoodie of the same colour. He's in your bed, and sitting in his lap there's a small bundle of soft, cozy white fabric.

"Look, baby. Mommy's home."

Your six month old son (practically a mini version of your husband, your genes clearly losing the battle.) squirms and flails his little arms, tiny fists closed around the front of Seungcheol's clothes, and squeals in delight once he spots you. He shakes his head a little, the hood of the onesie he's in falling over his eyes, a teeny bit too big. A bear onesie.

Seungcheol smiles wide at your surprise. You snap out of your initial struck and coo at your baby, rushing the rest of the way into the room and picking him up in your arms. "Oh my God. Hi, baby." You get his little happy babbles in response. "Why are you dressed so cute?" It's almost too much for your heart. You leave kisses all over his face on his round cheeks. "Cheol, when did you get him this?"

Now you really think you might combust right where you stand. While you fawned over your baby boy, Seungcheol pulled the hood of his own hoodie on. It's a matching one. You can't believe it. You take in the slight rosy tint on your husband's cheeks as he meets your starry eyes. "Where are my kisses?" Seungcheol says, getting up from the bed to stand beside you, one arm wrapping around you, his other hand placed behind your baby protectively.

"I am dying here." It's too much. Too adorable. You press a kiss to his puckered lips, and another, and another, until you can't no more with how much you're smiling.

"We're not having another one yet." You joke. It does come a little weaker than before, he notices.

Although he didn't plan this little surprise with the intention of triggering baby fever, he does want another one. Aaand maybe another one. And a baby girl just like you running around the house with her brothers to protect her, the princess of the castle you've built together. So if this gets you to cave a little sooner…, he thinks, fingers absentmindedly brushing over your belly.

Seungcheol shakes his head, chuckles, "I got you one too." and walks over to get it.

You stare after him, "No way." and automatically decline, though you know it'd most likely be useless. Once Seungcheol puts his mind into something, he won't give up until he gets it. You really like cute things like this even though you don't consider yourself a 'cutesy' person. It just doesn't fit you. Seungcheol wholeheartedly disagrees with that statement. It's like you don't know what you do to him.

 "You have to, baby. Please?" You try to avoid as he looks pleadingly at you once he walks back, holding the matching hoodie for you. He's cheating. He knows what those eyes do to you. You shake your head, focusing on your baby boy instead as his little hands rest on your face. "Just for me?" And you also know that's a lie, already picturing him with a proud smile saying how your families and friends would go crazy over it after taking photos of you three. "Baby wants you to do it."

Your baby continues to coo and babble in your arms at the sound of his daddy's voice, almost like he's trying to take part of the conversation and he understands what you two are talking about. Big, bright, brown eyes just like Seungcheol's stare up at you. They're definitely ganging up on you.

A small frown and a sigh. Seungcheol's smile slowly taking over his face triumphantly because he knows,

"Fine."

a/n: Et voilà. I'm not sure about this one. Part of me wants to take it down bc tbh I'm not sure abt any of my writing rn. Or about anything for that matter (I might've crashed out a couple days ago). But after coupsbear I was not okay so i had this little idea. Wasn't going to post it but here you go, for my 200 followers milestone. I tried a bit harder on the banner. Instead of doing one thing I truly went and did everything: flash get to know me post, face reveal (it went poof! in like 15 minutes lol so idk if anyone actually caught that) and a little story. If you got this far thank you and thank you for reading.

Chérie, out! <3

[licensed-fan-girl]

now i'm searching for a bear hoodie online

this is so so so cute!! I love this dynamic a lot!

[cheolliecherie]

awww jaja

thank you so much!! 💖

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SEUNGCHEOL featuring in GOING SEVENTEEN

[cheolliecherie]

Beach Day! | C. SC

pairings: seungcheol x f! reader

wc: +2.7k

genre: fluff

cw: body insecurity, suggestive talk, jealousy, possessiveness

summary: a family trip and baby's first time meeting the sea.

a/n: me and the never ending saga with banners. 😭 y'all must be tired of hearing me complain abt them. I say I won't make them anymore and here we go again. like I actually opened canva this time instead of making a collage on my gallery and I think it's not that bad... I just lack the patience xd. what do you guys think? anyways here's a summer piece! and today marks my blog's first anniversary! also I wanted to have something in honour of reaching 300 followers a couple weeks ago. I'm back with another dad! cheol idea that I had back at the beginning of may during a day out at the beach since y'all seemed to like the last one. this one came out longer tho. 😅 You can read it as part of the same universe of my coupsbear drabble or as a separate story. can't promise I won't strike back with more dad! cheol in the future if I come up with something more. happy reading! :D - chérie 🍒

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Beach Day

You run over the list of things in your head one more time and just to make sure, you ask Seungcheol if you got everything. From his pocket, he pulls out the small paper with a note you'd made for him because unlike you, as much as he insisted he wouldn't forget anything, he always left something behind. While a little offended (he's still checking it, isn't he?), he accepted it since you'd used stationery with his favorite character on it to write it over. After confirming you do, you check you'd turned off everything in the house and lock up before heading out.

Today you'd spend a day out at the beach, and it will make your baby boy's first time meeting the sea.

Seungcheol drives carefully, eyes on the road, one hand steady at the wheel, the other resting on your thigh with his thumb drawing circles over your bare skin lovingly. Occasionally, his eyes drift to the rear view mirror, checking for traffic, lips curving into a soft smile while also checking in on your little one sitting securely in his car seat. The trip is a bit long, so you make a rest stop, and for the rest of the way you switch to the backseat to check on your son. For the most part, he's already having the time of his life, cooing and babbling along once Seungcheol plays a song he likes a lot.

It really is a perfect day to spend outside, sunny with no sign of clouds, just a clear blue sky above the endless turquoise sea. Since you left early, it isn't too crowded. Once you choose a spot, Seungcheol puts your bags down and busies himself setting the umbrella to shelter yourselves from the constant sunrays beating down on you while you hold up baby in your arms, the both of you staring at him while he works. Baby's squinting his eyes at the landscape, at whatever it is his daddy's doing, still a little drowsy from his nap in the car and trying to make sense of the new surroundings.

Once you're settled, you sit down on the stripped beach towel and begin the battle of trying to put on some sunscreen on baby. His long lashes flutter every time you carefully brush your hand over his face, his chubby cheeks and he lets out a happy squeal when you boop his nose before applying some more. He's wiggling where he sits while trying to grab your fingers or reach for the bottle the entire time. Then you adjust his little swimming trunks and shirt, before placing a bucket hat over his smooth mop of dark hair.

"You're ready, baby?" Seungcheol lifts him in his arms, looking way more excited than your baby boy and you can't help but smile at them both. You don't think he intended to match with your baby again, but he's also wearing what he called his 'vacation hat' and honestly you think it's adorable. You love how easy it is for him to slip into the role, how amazing he is as a father. "You're coming love?" He looks at you, adjusting baby in his big arms exposed by the white tank top he's wearing, making sure to support his bottom and his back as he also turns searching for his mommy.

"I'll join you boys later." You smile and usher them off, saying you're good just admiring the scenery for now and that you'll just watch them. Seungcheol's lip juts out in a small frown but nods. It's a little strange, you're usually the first to drop everything to get into the water.

This is when the fun really begins. Carefully, Seungcheol treads into the water, staying at a safe distance from the shore. When he turns so he's facing in your direction, you catch your baby's expression: he's staring down at the water warily. At Seungcheol's first attempt to lower him into the water he tenses up, curling his chubby legs and shrinking into himself so his tiny feet avoid it completely. You chuckle, expression softening as you pick Seungcheol's voice from where you sit, encouraging and reassuring. However, your baby is not convinced, as he does exactly the same thing the second time, and then a third.

The first warning comes in a sniffle, then it happens. He starts to cry and you feel that thing, that pang in your heart that parents feel when they hear their children cry. You can tell Seungcheol does too, any trace of lightheartedness vanishing from his features, instead doing his best to not go into panic mode. And your motherly instincts suddenly kick in. You stand up, shrugging off your sundress leaving you only in your swimsuit before you march over to them.

"No, no, no. It's okay. You don't like it?" He's trying to calm baby down, swaying him in his arms and hushing him gently. Nothing is really working for his cries only grow louder, tugging at his heartstrings. Decidedly, looks like in fact he doesn't like it. He's about to step out when he looks over to you. You're no longer sitting over the towel under the shade of the umbrella, but making your way over.

"What's wrong? What's making my baby boy upset?" You step closer, rubbing your hand on baby's back soothingly. His cries calm down, and he stares at you, big shiny eyes welling up with more tears before his tiny arms reach for you. Seungcheol lets you take him. "There we go. You're just like daddy, huh? Don't like the beach much?" You keep talking to him, the more you go on, the more that tension eases off both of you when there's no signs of your baby about to start crying again.

"What?" you say after a while, getting flustered feeling Seungcheol's eyes on you. And he blinks, like you snapped him out of his reverie, a smirk appearing on his face instead. It amazes him that after all this time, you still get flustered because of him. He's not one to talk honestly because he reacts the same way when it comes to you too.

"What?"

"You're staring." you keep your eyes downcast and on your baby as he snuggles closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

'Kinda hard not to." He bites his lip, a hunger in his gaze that he should leave for when you two are alone but he can't help it. You two should definitely come here more often so he doesn't forget how good bikinis look on you. He betrays as much, for he continues, "I can't believe we didn't come here sooner and missed seeing you wearing that tiny bikini with your baby bump."

Your reaction is immediate, head snapping up to look at him with wide eyes, a rosy tint on your cheeks that may be from the sun, may not. He's laughing, "Cheol!" you chide.

"What?" he manages when he controls his laughter enough to try and play innocent but that smug smile gives him away, inching closer to rest his hands at your sides. "We can still come back, right?"

"Right," You agree, back to avoiding his gaze with a frown that you totally don't mean, fighting the way his words affect you, "Me all round and swollen." you add sarcastically. How sexy.

He leans over, his voice going deeper as he speaks lowly, lips brushing your ear making your breath hitch, "Mmm you better stop talking to me like that, love."

"I'm serious." Even though your voice doesn't come out as steady as you'd wish, "Baby is right here."

"Should I remind you how we made baby?"

But he pulls away, and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, getting some relief from the warmth wrapping all over your body. "I'm serious too. You looked beautiful, and so you do now."

Obviously, after your pregnancy your body has suffered changes. Some days it's easier to face them, thinking you went through them to bring your baby to the world. Other days it's harder to reconcile with them, to think you look good when your eyes lock on stretch marks, that little extra weight, and feel confident about it. But Seungcheol is right there when you can't see the things he does.

When you finally stopped pretending his words didn't have any power over you and looked at him with a genuine smile, his mind went peacefully quiet, knowing he'd won. You'd won too; you sometimes wondered if you deserved him.

"Okay, why don't we give it a last try?" your attention went back to baby. There was no trace of him being upset anymore as those round eyes landed on your face. You bounced him up in your arms once just for him to give you that gummy smile, his bottom front teeth peeking briefly.

Carefully, you lowered yourself into the water. He started kicking, little arms flailing as he grew a little fussy at the feeling of being partly submerged, the cool water enveloping you two. "Better now? Yeah, daddy got better taste with me too." You took the opportunity to tease Seungcheol and how he'd grown to like the beach after meeting you. Just a little.

Seungcheol didn't even protest, marveled at the sight, "He's not crying."

"Now don't jinx it."

"No," he laughed, "It must be you. You have this… connection with the ocean."

"And you think baby somehow picks that up?"

"Well apparently I stressed him out." Seungcheol pouts and you can't help but laugh. He doesn't really mind because you do look so serene here, and his son is having a good time now. He seriously can't ask for more.

Eventually, baby does start to get heavy in your arms, so Seungcheol gets out to fetch his floatie. Once he's placed securely in it, you adjust the canopy over his head to protect him from the sun, your hands holding the inflatable and keeping him close. "Comfortable?" you coo, to what he totally ignores you now in favor of staring down at the water.

Seungcheol stays back with him when you step out. In your hurry earlier you didn't even put on sunscreen, and you're hoping it's not too late to stop yourself from getting a nasty sunburn, though you can already feel the beginning of it. You grab a towel to dry up, and just as you grab the bottle, a voice startles you.

"Need help with that?"

A man, a total stranger that you hadn't even noticed where he came from, stands just beside your setup. You smile politely and decline, hoping he'd leave. He doesn't take the hint, prompted instead to ask if you're here alone.

Since you're the one dealing with this situation - which isn't amusing in the slightest-, it's a pity you can't witness it from an outside point of view, where you would be able to see Seungcheol - because only that would've turned it into the second funny event of the day -. He's currently pointing down at the water for baby to see the fish, but when he looks up and catches on to what's happening back at shore, the smile gets wiped out of his face, tensing up and looking like he's guarding off territory. The sheer audacity of this man to flirt with you - he's totally flirting with you, look at how he's looking at you!- while he's standing right here, while your baby is standing right here? Oh he's pissed.

That's when you answer that in fact you're not alone and that you're spending the day with your family, and the guy happens to looks over. That he's standing at a safe distance away in the water right beside a cute chunky baby in a floatie does not render the buff man next to it less intimidating, the white, now see through tank top that sticks to him doing nothing to hide his muscular body. Pair that with a scowl having a very obvious target. The stranger's smile falters, quick to look back at you and dismiss himself wishing you a nice day. Just like that, Seungcheol's sour mood is gone and he's smiling back down at his son who has no idea about what just happened but smiles back at his daddy like he does, letting out happy giggles when he gets water ladled gently over him while being careful to avoid his eyes, blinking every time from the sensation of water trickling down his body.

"You saw that, didn't you?" you ask once you step back into the water and Seungcheol wraps an arm around you, nuzzling his face into your neck while your hands hold baby's inflatable. Aaand he was busted. Now, it's not like he'd ever have doubts about you: you're it for each other. And he's far from being insecure. He's… Seungcheol. He's like that. You smile, bringing a hand up to scratch the short hairs on his nape lovingly. This is just your clingy, very affectionate, very protective, and a little possessive Seungcheol.

Later when you take a break from bathing, it's time for lunch. It's really hot, so you also enjoy some fresh fruit; you feed your son the ones you cut into small, bite size pieces, wipe his face and little hands from the juice when he chooses to take it himself. He's not very picky, except maybe for the sour ones. One time you'd tried giving him a lemon slice just to see, and he'd given you the utmost betrayed look you'd seen before it morphed into a puckered face. You'd felt bad in the moment but now you think back to it as a funny memory.

The next activity is sandcastle building, Seungcheol doing most of the heavy lifting. Your son sits between your legs watching him and exploring the ground, while you keep him from bringing fistfuls of sand into his mouth. Apart from that, he's more than happy to let everyone know he's the owner of a tiny plastic shovel that he holds up on his iron baby grip - you'd never understand how babies were suddenly so strong. It always took a while to get him to let go once he got hold of your hair or Seungcheol's chains-, swatting it against the ground over and over. Later, you get into the water some more, walk along the shore, pointing at the seabirds flying across the sky, baby's eyes following curiously.

They say that when you're having fun, time flies by. Suddenly, it's late afternoon, and it won't be long til you're heading back home. You've washed up, changed. With a clean diaper and clean clothes, your baby boy lays in the middle of the beach towel, sleeping soundly like a little prince, beat after spending the day playing. You're both staring at him, you tracing a finger softly over one of his little arms. Seungcheol smiles into your hair from where he sits behind you, your back pressed to his chest, sighs contentedly as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your own smile widens. "Today was nice, wasn't it?"

"Only if you're as happy as I feel."

"I am." you admit, melting more into his embrace, "I have you, our baby, we're in a beautiful place…"

"We should come back." you say after a moment of reveling in the silence. "With our children."

You can practically see and feel Seungcheol's smile now at your words, his hold tightening around you just a little like he doesn't know what to do with so much uncontained happiness. "Yeah." he breathes out, "Yeah, I'd really love that."

"Who would've thought, huh? Mr. I don't like the beach."

"Well you love it." he continues with his reasoning, unintendedly stealing your breath as if you were hearing it for the first time, "And I love you."

"I love both of you." He takes the opportunity of you turning slightly so you can look at him to bring his hand up to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, and pulls you in for a kiss. Soft and sweet, he's smiling into it.

When he looks at how you're staring at him when he pulls away, he can see it written all over your face before you even utter those three words back.

thank you for reading <3.

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[coupsiesss]

I👏NEED👏HIM👏TO👏WIFE👏ME👏UP

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No bc seriously 😩❤️

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my pretty little baby! ☺️🥰😙😙💕

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𝘣𝘧! 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘵. 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯.

 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! (𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤), 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘷𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. (𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭! 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵). 

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘱𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥: 𝘞𝘦𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 2𝘯𝘥 2025/ 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: 𝘍𝘳𝘪. 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 4𝘵𝘩 2025

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵. (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦).

𝘵𝘸: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 

𝘸𝘤: +2.1𝘬

He hated that he couldn’t be there with you, his schedule overlapping with the time of the surgery, but he’d meet you as soon as he was done. You couldn’t go alone, and even if you could, he wouldn’t let you. Your mom was out of the question. She was… Too sensible to  even witness a single drop of blood or needles and it would only make you more uneasy having her near given the circumstance (sorry, mom). Your dad was recovering from a seemingly small mishap but you knew he wasn’t all well and wouldn’t bother him asking him to accompany you knowing he needed rest. So, your boyfriend suggested Jeonghan and Vernon to be your personal bodyguards, both readily agreeing without missing a beat. 

Don’t get it wrong, you love the boys, but just thinking about them having to deal with you 1.) after the surgery and 2.) still high out of your mind, had you mortified, so you tried your best to reject their kindness. But there was no room to argue with them and your boyfriend when you knew you didn’t have anyone else to bring with you on your side. 

So there you are that morning sitting in the waiting room in comfy clothes for what was to come, both boys sitting at each of your sides. You’re sleepy since you had to wake up hours ago for an early breakfast as those were the doctor’s instructions. And at this point you’re hungry, the doctor running late and you really, really are considering leaving. Thinking about having to book a new appointment, anxiously waiting again, and both of the boys who took time out of their day to be there for you is what makes you stay.

Some time before the doctor arrives, a nurse calls you into an operating room to get you ready. She starts telling you about how the following hours and days after the surgery are going to be, and the boys, who came in with you, also listen attentively even though you’ll receive all the instructions later on on paper too. When everything’s set, the nurse leaves the room and it’s just you three for a moment. 

You’re fidgeting. You’re not scared. Not exactly. Needles don’t scare you, you’re not squeamish about blood nor pain. But you’d never had any type of surgery before, never had issues with your teeth before your wisdom teeth decided to surface. And possible complications afterwards make you nervous. Also, as you’ve been saying for a while - and the boys have done a decent job trying not to laugh about it (at least not when you’re looking)-, you’re going to look like a squirrel with your face all swollen, or so you’re worrying about. And they’re going to drug you (sedate you, for the correct term. Plus the doctor said you’d be conscious anyway, just not really aware of what’s happening). You’ve never been on drugs. What if you start laughing like a maniac? Or cry? Or try to do or say something embarrassing? 

“Hey,” Vernon reaches for your hand from where he sits beside you, and you look up to see a small smile gracing his features to pair with his reassuring words. “It’s going to be okay. You won’t even notice a thing and then we’ll be out of here.” 

_____

Conscious my ass. 

The moment the doctor came in and the boys were out of the room to wait for you outside, the sedative running through your veins, you were out like a light. Which was part of what you feared in the first place. But there wasn’t much you could do while you were asleep. 

_____

“The surgery’s over. You may come in now to see her. You might have to wait a little more until she wakes up and some more before she can be moved for you guys to take her home. If you have any more questions I’m right here. I hope she has a fast recovery.” 

The boys walked in, and there you were. The doctor had just changed the gauze on the extraction sites again when they saw your eyes slowly blinking open. The man exited the room after confirming everything was okay, repeating some instructions and good wishes of recovery, and it was just the three of you. 

“We’re here.” Vernon spoke gently to you as you little by little came back to yourself -but not really-. You blinked up at him dazily, and some unconscious part of you brought your worries to surface, as you started gesturing like you were trying to cup your face. You really were worried about your face being ridiculously swollen, even with the drugs still in your system. It took the boy a minute to catch on. Nothing was supposed to be hurting since they told them the area would be numb for a few more hours but still he wanted to make sure you were okay. “What is it?” 

Then started the giggle fit. 

Both boys stared at you, hesitant smiles trying to break through as they took in the scene. You tried gesturing again, this time  moving your hands exaggeratedly far from your face. Then more giggles. 

“C’mon, man, just sneak out five minutes. Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Jeonghan whispered as he held up his phone towards an unsuspecting you and the ever caring Vernon. Seungcheol picked up the facetime call after two more rings. 

“Is she okay?” But he shut up as soon as he heard your laugh while Vernon talked to you.

“No, don’t worry about that. You’re okay.” He kept trying to sooth you but couldn’t help but laugh too.

Seungcheol smiled as he looked at you, laughing and still trying to cover your face. “Everything’s okay. We’re just waiting until we can get her up to take her home.” Offered Jeonghan, staring at the scene with amusement. 

“Hey, baby.” Hearing Seungcheol’s voice, you perked up and looked for the source, stealing your attention from Vernon, its warm familiarity instantly drawing you in. Vernon also turned to see Jeonghan holding up his phone, its screen towards you both with his hyung was on call and greeted him. 

You stared, eyes still hazy but now with something else. Then suddenly, they saw your face blush before you quickly faced away (quickly enough to startle the boys since you weren’t supposed to make sudden moves, Vernon’s hand shooting forward to steady you just in case), trying to block yourself from view, hands once again trying to cover your face. 

Seungcheol’s brows shot up, a little stunned by your reaction, then chuckled. “What is it, baby? Why aren’t you letting me see you?” 

“You got her shy.” Jeonghan laughed. 

The smile wouldn’t leave Seungcheol’s face. How you were acting just now summoned the memory of when you first met. When he had approached you to ask you something that day, there was something simply just in the way you’d looked at him and the soft tone in your voice before suddenly it seemed like too much for you to look at him and you had turned slightly away (even though you really, really wanted to keep looking at him), your face growing hot. You thought you’d ruined the entire interaction and he’ll think of you as rude for breaking eye contact like that, but then you met by chance again and he greeted you with his bright smile. Oftentimes, he’d tease you about him being so handsome for you to handle, and you’d pout but you’d allow it. He wasn’t wrong, and not so secretly you loved when he was confident about himself. Never came off as someone arrogant or full of themselves. He just looked happy. 

“I love you. I’ll see you very soon, okay?” 

_____

Seungcheol arrived, and immediately asked how you were doing. 

“Just checked up on her again. She’s still sleeping.” Jeonghan answered from the couch. When you’d arrived, they asked you if you wanted to eat or sleep. You were knocked out in bed minutes after. After a while you woke up from your nap, finally aware of yourself and your surroundings, showered, ate something and went back to bed to rest some more. 

 When Vernon walked into the room, an excited glint shone in Jeonghan’s eyes. “You have to see this.” 

“What did you do?” Seungcheol asked, squinting his eyes while looking at them both warily. 

“He said you’d love to see it.” Vernon pointed an accusatory finger at Jeonghan in an attempt to exempt himself from any fault. 

“Then why is it in your phone?” Jeonghan countered as the younger one pulled out said phone. 

“Becau- She had yours!” He silent-screamed, being mindful of you resting in the room nearby. "You were the one recording!" They bickered some more but it was pointless. 

Vernon handed Seungheol his phone. In it there was a video of you, sure enough, holding Jeonghan’s seemingly after their videocall had ended. You were staring at Seungcheol’s contact picture; a candid picture from a while back. Honestly, Seungcheol didn’t think it flattered him too much, which of course was the reason his best friend had chosen it.

You were looking between said picture and the boys, curiously. “You like it? Don’t you have that one on your album of his?” he heard Jeonghan tease. You did have it. Not that you were aware of that at the moment. You shook your head, then pointed at it. 

“Seungcheol hyung.” You looked at Vernon when he spoke up, trying to guess what you meant. “That’s him.” He smiled at you as you looked at him, then down at the picture again as if he’d handed you the answer to everything. 

Jeonghan laughed. “Darling, that’s your boyfriend.” You laughed, gently shaking your head and eyes falling shut, thinking he was messing with you. “This is hilarious.” He whispered to Vernon.

“She’s falling for him all over again.” The younger one chuckled. 

“See that, Seungcheol?” 

The video went for a little longer as the boys finally were allowed to get you to stand to head home. You kept giggling and waving at everyone you saw on the way to the car, and Seungcheol smiled adoringly at the screen at the scene, at how you were always so kind, and how every time the boys tried to convince you they were saying the truth about you and him you would laugh and shake your head like you couldn't believe it. 

(You’d definitely hate them if you found out about the video. That’s why Seungcheol just asked Vernon to send it to him to keep safe and not mention it again to anyone). 

_____

Later, you wake up. It’s just you and your boyfriend now. He’s dressed comfortably now that he’s home. Sitting up on the bed beside you, absentmindedly tracing your arm with his finger and really about to fall asleep himself. But then he sees your eyes flutter open. 

“Hey”. He smiles at you. “How are you feeling? Good?” You nod slowly. He gently brushes some hair from your face. Your face is slightly puffy from sleep but not really too swollen, which is good. “I’ll bring you something to eat and then I’ll get you some ice, okay? If you feel any pain let me know and I’ll get you the medicine.” You nod, so grateful for how attentive he is. 

He goes to stand up from where he’s sitting beside you on the bed, but stops. 

His phone dings. A message from you.

What is it? 

You watch as his infamous pout takes over his features. “I just realized this is going to be tougher than we thought,” He says, turning to look at you, “‘cause I won’t be able to kiss you for a while.” 

________

After the first week since your surgery passes by, you join Seungcheol and go meet the boys. Some of them, including Jeonghan and Vernon, visited you before, but now there’s all of you together. 

 They greet you both happily, asking how you’re doing. You update them telling them that thankfully your recovery’s going smoothly so far and of course you mention how Seungcheol has been on the ready to help you any time. 

“We’re glad to hear that.” Mingyu says heartily. 

“Can’t be too rough with her yet.” Jeonghan intends to mutter this so it reaches Seungcheol’s ears only, but the guys sitting closer to the two of them and you catch it, earning different reactions, Mingyu choking on his drink while Joshua laughs. Your face feels warmer but you try to act like you didn’t hear it, while your boyfriend nudges his friend telling him to shut up. “That goes to you too.”  Jeonghan points a finger at you, not fooled knowing fully well you heard and blatantly exposing you. 

Your eyes widen, fully blushing now, “What are you-…?” You look at Seungcheol for help but he couldn’t help but laugh this time, a faint blush betraying him. 

“Don’t even try it. I’ve seen things.” He says, as if something had marred him for life.

[candymay]

i luvvvvvvvv this song sm so cute n happy n cute n happy n cute n happy n cute n happy n cute n

[cheolliecherie]

genre: fantasy, supernatural, angst, werewolf!seungcheol.

cw: fear, injuries, blood, sexual content (no explicit smut), cursing.

wc: +3.3K

a/n: first time writing anything like this idk what I'm doing ~~ . - chérie

see end of post for additional a/n.

masterlist

Something is happening to him.

Even when he keeps telling himself that he's fine now, there's something inside of him that wants to take over, and he has to put every bit of his focus into it otherwise he fears losing his own self to whatever it is.

It all started during a trip to the mountainside with his friends. Nothing wild, just an opportunity to catch up with each other's lives. Though he'd wanted to stay in the cabin, he was outvoted by the others who wanted to 'connect with nature' and settled on camping tents in a clearing deep into the woods.

He shouldn't have gotten out of his tent that night. A noise, loud and too close for comfort, had startled him awake after all the tossing and turning he'd had to do before he managed to doze off. Rustling around the underbrush. Seungcheol stepped out to check up on the others, squinting as sleep tugged at him, mop of soft dark hair sticking this and that way. The moon was high in the starry sky, washing over their campsite along with the beam from his flashlight. It was clear in a way you couldn't perceive in the city with all the light pollution. So maybe he'd give that point to his friends. As for the cold, that was another thing; a gust of wind biting at the exposed skin of his face, even sneaking under his layers of warm clothes.

He called softly to his friends. No answer. They all seemed to be asleep. The snap of a branch. Seungcheol stands straight in alert, pointing his flashlight in what he thinks is the direction the noise came from, looking for its source.

It's just a squirrel. Or a rabbit. Maybe a deer, thinking of best case scenarios. I swear, If I have to fight a bear right now... Yeah, he's back to square one. He really wanted to stay in the warm, cozy and safe cabin. Bring you along to crash their hangout even as the others whined about it being boys only. He calls out again, hoping it's just Wonwoo or Mingyu. Perhaps one of them had to step out to… relief themselves. He has no desire to witness their business. Or they might be pulling a prank at him, only for him to beat their asses once he catches them.

Still, he walks closer to the edge of trees lining the clearing, steps through it. Maybe it wasn't a good judgment call, but take it as his protective side. If there was something dangerous nearby, he had to get his friends and himself out of here.

He's gotten deeper into the woods than what he initially intended and he's thinking he should get back when he hears it. Whatever it is, it's big, gravel and dry leaves crunching under its weight as it rushes in his direction.

Seungcheol turns in his place, the beam of his flashlight moving with him in each and every direction trying to catch something with it but there's only much it can do against the thick darkness.

Something else though, cuts through the shadows, glimmering just a few steps from him now. He meets another set of eyes, with deep red irises, fixed on him. Hears a deep, low growl.

He doesn't even get the chance to run, a surprised cry getting caught in his throat when it launches at him and knocks him down. His body hits the ground, hard, leaving him breathless, the flashlight rolling a couple feet away. Seungcheol struggles to break free, succeeds for only a minute before he stumbles again and gravity pulls him back down, falling forwards this time . It is too strong, beginning to drag him deeper into the woods. He doesn't stop fighting, instincts kicking in, voice only able to come out in strained grunts as his fingers dig into the earth, pebbles and fallen twigs pricking at his skin, feeling the sting as it gives.

Then it stops. Seungcheol can't allow himself to do so. Beaten and battered, gashes all over his body, his face, hands, muscles aching, he keeps trying to drag himself away. He only stops at the sudden excruciating pain on his right side that tears a blood curdling scream from his throat.

And then he's alone.

He tries to muster any strength he might have left to get up. It only ends up making his vision spot, so with effort he turns into his back, small whines of pain tumbling from his lips. A trembling hand reaches for his right side, getting coated in wet, warm, sticky, shiny dark blood. The pale moonlight doesn't allow him to see how bad is it, but he feels it. With each ragged breath he takes, he can feel more blood seeping out, a puddle of it soaking the earth. His vision swims again.

It's all over.

They nearly take him for dead when they found him. He was pale, either from the blood loss as it pooled under him or the low temperature of the night or both. His clothes stained and tattered like something with claws had ripped them. What's left of his open zip up hoodie allows them to see that a considerable chunk of his shirt is missing at his side, from where the large wound was peeking. Deep teeth marks. Something had bitten him. Scratches wherever skin was visible, on his face, his hands and where his clothes had torn as he was apparently dragged through the ground.

But when they checked his pulse, it was fast, a little erratic, but undoubtedly alive. Despite the cold, his body was abnormally hot to the touch. Like he was burning a fever, he was sweating profusely, hair matted to his forehead. And when he suddenly gasped and his eyes shot open, his friends had been scared shitless, almost dropping dead in his place.

Needless to say, the camping trip was over as it turned into a trip to the hospital instead.

Once he was stable and lucid to recount what had happened, he hesitated. He never got a good look at whatever attacked him but he was sure it wasn't anything… Natural. Those eyes staring at him before hell broke loose. Yeah, if he mentioned anything about a creature with red glowing eyes dragging him through the woods and attacking him they would lock him up. Nobody would believe him.

And you. You had no idea about any of it. Seungcheol had insisted that nobody was to mention anything to you about him surviving this bizarre "animal attack", as the authorities had dubbed it.

When he was given the clear to go home, it was around the time their trip should've ended. You'd called, asking to meet up, but he'd lied saying he'd caught something and he was sick. Which wasn't a total lie. He still didn't feel entirely recovered. At that you'd insisted even more to come over, arguing about what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't take care of him. It killed him to reject you. He missed you so much and wanted nothing more than to see you. The last thing he'd thought about when he believed he was bleeding to death that night in the woods had been of you, and how he wouldn't get a chance to see you one last time. But he didn't want you to see him like this. He didn't even know what he was dealing with and wanted you as far from it as possible. His friends also had called to check up on him, still a little shaken from all that had happened and understandably so. He'd also pushed them away.

For a whole other week, Seungcheol felt like he didn't have a grip over his own body. He felt feverish, shivering with goosebumps. Trying to blink away the haze in his eyes and mind, unsteady on his own feet when he stood up. At moments it felt like his senses had been enhanced to a hundred percent. Everything seemed too clear, too bright, sounds too loud, smells too sharp. He was a strong guy, but the wall shouldn't have given in under his palm when he leaned against it as once again he felt lightheaded. Then he'd passed out in the middle of heading towards the kitchen, body slumping to the ground. He didn't gain consciousness until the next day.

Seungcheol was surprised he actually felt a lot better when he woke up. He hadn't felt this well rested for a while. He made his way back into the hall towards the bathroom. He shrugged off his tee shirt, standing in front of the mirror over the sink and stared at the gauze covering the nasty bite mark on his side. It had been hours since he last cleaned it up given his unexpected nap on the floor, and he was dreading to look at it. What he didn't expect when he finally built the courage to pull the bandage off and uncover it was to find nothing. He blinked once, twice at his reflection as if it would somehow change yet he was met with the same sight. His body, unblemished, no sign of the deep, ugly wound, not even a scar. In fact, there was no trace of bruises or any of the other minor scratches he'd sustained. Not even a bump in his head he was sure he should have after his fall yesterday. It was impossible. Like none of it had actually happened and all of it had just been a very vivid nightmare or product of his feverish mind. He allowed himself a tentative smile. It felt like he hadn't done so for so long. Things finally seemed to be looking up for him.

He should've known it'd cost him to be so naïf, to act like nothing had happened. Yet, he kept telling himself he was fine. He ignored all the evidence; the broken spot where the hallway wall had crumbled under his palm that was still there. He ignored the bloody gauze in the trash, the hospital bill, the fact that his friends had been there too and there was no way it had been all a collective hallucination.

Now, there was you. Just as he finished showering and toweled his damp hair, there'd been a knock on his front door. When Seungcheol opened it, he found you standing there. His eyes widened as he said your name.

You'd been worried about him, you explained. After calling and texting him without getting a reply, you couldn't stand another day without knowing from him so you decided to come over regardless of what he might say. Seungcheol apologized, saying he'd felt so terrible he hadn't even checked his phone, which again, it wasn't a lie. But he assured you he was all better now, and allowed himself the first genuine smile in weeks, that one that brightened his whole face as he looked at you.

That was it. You were all that he was missing, and now everything was falling back into place. You made dinner together and Seungcheol ate as he hadn't done so in days. He hadn't realized how hungry he actually was, and you thought he must've been really sick as you stared at him. He asked if you were staying over, which meant that he totally wanted you to, so after, you lounged in the living room, a blanket covering the both of you as you snuggled to his side. His head came to rest on top of yours, one arm circling your shoulders. He ran hot as it was yet his body warmth, more noticeable than usual as it seemed to radiate off him in waves now, had you pulling the blanket off you both a short time later. As you settled back in your seat, you felt Seungcheol's gaze heavy on you, the blue light from the TV screen being the only source of light in the room washing over his features. For a moment, you thought there was something different in his eyes.

Seungcheol was done with whatever it was playing on the TV. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss. You smiled into it as he kissed you so softly. God, you'd missed him so much you were so relieved to find he was okay after all those days worrying.

You had no idea how much he'd missed you too. One moment you were sitting in the couch, and in an almost too swift movement, he had you sitting on his lap as he continued to kiss you, coaxing your mouth open so he could brush his tongue against your own. Seungcheol's hands on your waist tightened as you moaned into his mouth, urging him on. He needed to hear you, to feel you. He needed more after all these days starving for you. Effortlessly, he stood up while carrying you towards his bedroom, you wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands digged into your thighs.

You gasped as he all but dropped you on his bed, your body bouncing slightly. He stared at you with such hunger it made you squirm, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together, before he climbed after you, thick thighs and arms caging you as he hovered on top of you. His lips clashed against yours, the softness from his earlier kisses gone.

"Seungcheol." you called, feeling heady, barely able to catch your breath as he kept stealing it from you. And you swear, at the sound of his name shaped around your moans, you heard a low rumble from deep in his chest, almost like a purr in response.

He tapped your thighs for you to spread your legs for him, slotting himself between them. Your hands ran up his back, yanking at his tee shirt until he pulled away only enough to help you shrug it off. As he went to do the same for you, the fabric gave under his hold, tearing in half, useless. You stared at him, surprised yet he didn't spare it a second glance, uncaring as he closed the distance again. It quickly flew out of your mind as he started to rut against you, eliciting a whimper from you. You had no idea what had gotten into him. Seungcheol was always gentle with you, he liked to take things slow. But tonight he was different. His touch was heated, rough, almost greedy, his movements desperate. The sudden change was overwhelming, yet you found you were so very into it too, if the way your underwear was soaked was anything to judge by. It was him. He was the only one who you'd ever think of letting treat you like this. You trusted him entirely to know he'd always think of you, of being careful and treat you right, to never cross a line.

"You're getting so wet, baby. Fuck. Smells so good." For some reason, perhaps the gruffness in his voice, his comment had your face burning. Small whimpers kept tumbling out of your mouth at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your core. Through the layers of fabric still between you, you could feel him, big, hot, heavy and leaking in his pants. Seungcheol felt bigger somehow, you thought as your hands trailed over his back and you felt the ripple and shift of his muscles under your palms. You tell yourself you shouldn't be surprised; all those hours he spends at the gym aren't for naught after all. You're thankful he's feeling healthy after such a gruesome week.

You're suddenly enveloped by an earthy scent. Like wet soil after a rainfall. It's pleasant, but amongst everything else, it's stark how unexplainable it is. You're in the city. And as you take a fleeting glance towards the window through the parted curtains when Seungcheol leaves your swollen lips, there's no raindrops patting against the glass. Your eyelids flutter as he leaves a trail of kisses on your cheek down to your jaw while he continues to roll his hips and rub against you. He goes lower, to your neck, his teeth grazing the skin softly.

Something in Seungcheol shifts then. His breaths come in quicker, nostrils flaring, before his jaw falls open wider, his teeth sinking in. You moan, his mind fogging further. The slight sting of your hands clawing at his toned back snaps him back. It takes everything in him to pull away before he puts more pressure and your delicate skin gives in and breaks. His senses feel like they're on overdrive. He can smell you, how aroused you are, he can hear how fast your heartbeat is in his ears like it's his own, the thrumming of blood in your pulsing veins, and his mouth twitches inches from your neck. Every thought agrees on how much he desires to ruin you right now as he feels the soft brush of your chest against his bare skin with every breath you take. His hands flex beside your head, summoning all his self control to contain this primal urge that wants to take over, and he looks down at them horrified when he finds himself staring at claws instead of fingernails. They'd ripped through his bedsheets just missing you.

"Seungcheol?" you call tentatively. He's tense and unmoving, his breathing harsh and hot as it fans over your neck, face hidden from view. "Are you okay?" concern etching in your voice.

You hear it again, that deep growl, as an undertone when he says,"You have to get away from me."

"What's wrong?" You try, as sweet as ever. Seungcheol can't take this. He huffs, flinches away, frantically searching to put distance between you. And you catch a glimpse of his eyes again. You blink away the image of irises swirling with gold. It still follows you after.

You follow him as he crosses the hall and enters the bathroom. "Cheol? Baby, talk to me. Are you feeling unwell again?"

He says your name through gritted teeth and you stop under the doorframe, staring at his back. It sounds eerie, sending a cold shiver down your spine. "Go away." Each word coming out slowly.

Your heart only drops further as you notice blood dripping from his hands. Your voice trembles but you don't waver as you take another step towards him, refusing to go through what he wants. What is happening? "Seungcheol- Seungcheol you're bleeding."

His hands were closed into tight fists, claws digging into his palms. But he doesn't care. His mind screams at him to make you go away at all costs. "I said go away! What part did you not fucking understand?!"

A sharp intake of breath from you and you stop trying to get close at last. Seungcheol had never, ever, spoken to you like that. It feels like a punch to your chest. Your eyes blur with tears and you take a step back, then another. You stumble back into his bedroom, throwing on his tee shirt with trembling hands and hesitating again before you leave, thinking, hoping he might come after you and apologize, tell you what got him so worked up. But he doesn't. Instead you flinch as he slams the bathroom door close, so hard you fear he might blow it off its hinges. You stand there shocked for another moment as silent tears roll down your face before you rush to make your way out and step into the night.

Seungcheol's breathing is hard as he leans his hands against the bathroom counter, shoulders tense and hunched, head hanging low. Blood stains down the front of it and drips to the floor. It hurts everywhere, but not as much as what he just did. He put you in danger. He could've hurt you. He did. His eyes are screwed shut, tears streaking down his face. A fresh wave of pain makes him hunch further, a shaky groan leaving his lips. He swallows it down, daring to straighten up and open his eyes, staring at his reflection. Instead of their familiar dark brown shade, he's met with glimmering gold. He grimaces, mouth twitching and falling open letting out another distressed whine as he witnesses the shift, how his canines get sharper, longer.

What the hell is wrong with him?

-

a/n: I keep trying with the banners lol. this was only meant to be the scene of reader and cheol together and after. didn't think it'd be more than 1k. had to set the atmosphere and do a little buildup. just exploring! Is it even good? 💀 why am I making him suffer in this? i'm so sorry… but! werewolf! cheol? um, yes (I say that about every cheol). here goes nothing. Thank you for reading, bye! - chérie

[woo-wonwoo]

Nah, this is actually insane like whatttttt.

[cheolliecherie]

genre: fantasy, supernatural, angst, werewolf!seungcheol.

cw: fear, injuries, blood, sexual content (no explicit smut), cursing.

wc: +3.3K

a/n: first time writing anything like this idk what I'm doing ~~ . - chérie

see end of post for additional a/n.

masterlist

Something is happening to him.

Even when he keeps telling himself that he's fine now, there's something inside of him that wants to take over, and he has to put every bit of his focus into it otherwise he fears losing his own self to whatever it is.

It all started during a trip to the mountainside with his friends. Nothing wild, just an opportunity to catch up with each other's lives. Though he'd wanted to stay in the cabin, he was outvoted by the others who wanted to 'connect with nature' and settled on camping tents in a clearing deep into the woods.

He shouldn't have gotten out of his tent that night. A noise, loud and too close for comfort, had startled him awake after all the tossing and turning he'd had to do before he managed to doze off. Rustling around the underbrush. Seungcheol stepped out to check up on the others, squinting as sleep tugged at him, mop of soft dark hair sticking this and that way. The moon was high in the starry sky, washing over their campsite along with the beam from his flashlight. It was clear in a way you couldn't perceive in the city with all the light pollution. So maybe he'd give that point to his friends. As for the cold, that was another thing; a gust of wind biting at the exposed skin of his face, even sneaking under his layers of warm clothes.

He called softly to his friends. No answer. They all seemed to be asleep. The snap of a branch. Seungcheol stands straight in alert, pointing his flashlight in what he thinks is the direction the noise came from, looking for its source.

It's just a squirrel. Or a rabbit. Maybe a deer, thinking of best case scenarios. I swear, If I have to fight a bear right now... Yeah, he's back to square one. He really wanted to stay in the warm, cozy and safe cabin. Bring you along to crash their hangout even as the others whined about it being boys only. He calls out again, hoping it's just Wonwoo or Mingyu. Perhaps one of them had to step out to… relief themselves. He has no desire to witness their business. Or they might be pulling a prank at him, only for him to beat their asses once he catches them.

Still, he walks closer to the edge of trees lining the clearing, steps through it. Maybe it wasn't a good judgment call, but take it as his protective side. If there was something dangerous nearby, he had to get his friends and himself out of here.

He's gotten deeper into the woods than what he initially intended and he's thinking he should get back when he hears it. Whatever it is, it's big, gravel and dry leaves crunching under its weight as it rushes in his direction.

Seungcheol turns in his place, the beam of his flashlight moving with him in each and every direction trying to catch something with it but there's only much it can do against the thick darkness.

Something else though, cuts through the shadows, glimmering just a few steps from him now. He meets another set of eyes, with deep red irises, fixed on him. Hears a deep, low growl.

He doesn't even get the chance to run, a surprised cry getting caught in his throat when it launches at him and knocks him down. His body hits the ground, hard, leaving him breathless, the flashlight rolling a couple feet away. Seungcheol struggles to break free, succeeds for only a minute before he stumbles again and gravity pulls him back down, falling forwards this time . It is too strong, beginning to drag him deeper into the woods. He doesn't stop fighting, instincts kicking in, voice only able to come out in strained grunts as his fingers dig into the earth, pebbles and fallen twigs pricking at his skin, feeling the sting as it gives.

Then it stops. Seungcheol can't allow himself to do so. Beaten and battered, gashes all over his body, his face, hands, muscles aching, he keeps trying to drag himself away. He only stops at the sudden excruciating pain on his right side that tears a blood curdling scream from his throat.

And then he's alone.

He tries to muster any strength he might have left to get up. It only ends up making his vision spot, so with effort he turns into his back, small whines of pain tumbling from his lips. A trembling hand reaches for his right side, getting coated in wet, warm, sticky, shiny dark blood. The pale moonlight doesn't allow him to see how bad is it, but he feels it. With each ragged breath he takes, he can feel more blood seeping out, a puddle of it soaking the earth. His vision swims again.

It's all over.

They nearly take him for dead when they found him. He was pale, either from the blood loss as it pooled under him or the low temperature of the night or both. His clothes stained and tattered like something with claws had ripped them. What's left of his open zip up hoodie allows them to see that a considerable chunk of his shirt is missing at his side, from where the large wound was peeking. Deep teeth marks. Something had bitten him. Scratches wherever skin was visible, on his face, his hands and where his clothes had torn as he was apparently dragged through the ground.

But when they checked his pulse, it was fast, a little erratic, but undoubtedly alive. Despite the cold, his body was abnormally hot to the touch. Like he was burning a fever, he was sweating profusely, hair matted to his forehead. And when he suddenly gasped and his eyes shot open, his friends had been scared shitless, almost dropping dead in his place.

Needless to say, the camping trip was over as it turned into a trip to the hospital instead.

Once he was stable and lucid to recount what had happened, he hesitated. He never got a good look at whatever attacked him but he was sure it wasn't anything… Natural. Those eyes staring at him before hell broke loose. Yeah, if he mentioned anything about a creature with red glowing eyes dragging him through the woods and attacking him they would lock him up. Nobody would believe him.

And you. You had no idea about any of it. Seungcheol had insisted that nobody was to mention anything to you about him surviving this bizarre "animal attack", as the authorities had dubbed it.

When he was given the clear to go home, it was around the time their trip should've ended. You'd called, asking to meet up, but he'd lied saying he'd caught something and he was sick. Which wasn't a total lie. He still didn't feel entirely recovered. At that you'd insisted even more to come over, arguing about what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't take care of him. It killed him to reject you. He missed you so much and wanted nothing more than to see you. The last thing he'd thought about when he believed he was bleeding to death that night in the woods had been of you, and how he wouldn't get a chance to see you one last time. But he didn't want you to see him like this. He didn't even know what he was dealing with and wanted you as far from it as possible. His friends also had called to check up on him, still a little shaken from all that had happened and understandably so. He'd also pushed them away.

For a whole other week, Seungcheol felt like he didn't have a grip over his own body. He felt feverish, shivering with goosebumps. Trying to blink away the haze in his eyes and mind, unsteady on his own feet when he stood up. At moments it felt like his senses had been enhanced to a hundred percent. Everything seemed too clear, too bright, sounds too loud, smells too sharp. He was a strong guy, but the wall shouldn't have given in under his palm when he leaned against it as once again he felt lightheaded. Then he'd passed out in the middle of heading towards the kitchen, body slumping to the ground. He didn't gain consciousness until the next day.

Seungcheol was surprised he actually felt a lot better when he woke up. He hadn't felt this well rested for a while. He made his way back into the hall towards the bathroom. He shrugged off his tee shirt, standing in front of the mirror over the sink and stared at the gauze covering the nasty bite mark on his side. It had been hours since he last cleaned it up given his unexpected nap on the floor, and he was dreading to look at it. What he didn't expect when he finally built the courage to pull the bandage off and uncover it was to find nothing. He blinked once, twice at his reflection as if it would somehow change yet he was met with the same sight. His body, unblemished, no sign of the deep, ugly wound, not even a scar. In fact, there was no trace of bruises or any of the other minor scratches he'd sustained. Not even a bump in his head he was sure he should have after his fall yesterday. It was impossible. Like none of it had actually happened and all of it had just been a very vivid nightmare or product of his feverish mind. He allowed himself a tentative smile. It felt like he hadn't done so for so long. Things finally seemed to be looking up for him.

He should've known it'd cost him to be so naïf, to act like nothing had happened. Yet, he kept telling himself he was fine. He ignored all the evidence; the broken spot where the hallway wall had crumbled under his palm that was still there. He ignored the bloody gauze in the trash, the hospital bill, the fact that his friends had been there too and there was no way it had been all a collective hallucination.

Now, there was you. Just as he finished showering and toweled his damp hair, there'd been a knock on his front door. When Seungcheol opened it, he found you standing there. His eyes widened as he said your name.

You'd been worried about him, you explained. After calling and texting him without getting a reply, you couldn't stand another day without knowing from him so you decided to come over regardless of what he might say. Seungcheol apologized, saying he'd felt so terrible he hadn't even checked his phone, which again, it wasn't a lie. But he assured you he was all better now, and allowed himself the first genuine smile in weeks, that one that brightened his whole face as he looked at you.

That was it. You were all that he was missing, and now everything was falling back into place. You made dinner together and Seungcheol ate as he hadn't done so in days. He hadn't realized how hungry he actually was, and you thought he must've been really sick as you stared at him. He asked if you were staying over, which meant that he totally wanted you to, so after, you lounged in the living room, a blanket covering the both of you as you snuggled to his side. His head came to rest on top of yours, one arm circling your shoulders. He ran hot as it was yet his body warmth, more noticeable than usual as it seemed to radiate off him in waves now, had you pulling the blanket off you both a short time later. As you settled back in your seat, you felt Seungcheol's gaze heavy on you, the blue light from the TV screen being the only source of light in the room washing over his features. For a moment, you thought there was something different in his eyes.

Seungcheol was done with whatever it was playing on the TV. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss. You smiled into it as he kissed you so softly. God, you'd missed him so much you were so relieved to find he was okay after all those days worrying.

You had no idea how much he'd missed you too. One moment you were sitting in the couch, and in an almost too swift movement, he had you sitting on his lap as he continued to kiss you, coaxing your mouth open so he could brush his tongue against your own. Seungcheol's hands on your waist tightened as you moaned into his mouth, urging him on. He needed to hear you, to feel you. He needed more after all these days starving for you. Effortlessly, he stood up while carrying you towards his bedroom, you wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands digged into your thighs.

You gasped as he all but dropped you on his bed, your body bouncing slightly. He stared at you with such hunger it made you squirm, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together, before he climbed after you, thick thighs and arms caging you as he hovered on top of you. His lips clashed against yours, the softness from his earlier kisses gone.

"Seungcheol." you called, feeling heady, barely able to catch your breath as he kept stealing it from you. And you swear, at the sound of his name shaped around your moans, you heard a low rumble from deep in his chest, almost like a purr in response.

He tapped your thighs for you to spread your legs for him, slotting himself between them. Your hands ran up his back, yanking at his tee shirt until he pulled away only enough to help you shrug it off. As he went to do the same for you, the fabric gave under his hold, tearing in half, useless. You stared at him, surprised yet he didn't spare it a second glance, uncaring as he closed the distance again. It quickly flew out of your mind as he started to rut against you, eliciting a whimper from you. You had no idea what had gotten into him. Seungcheol was always gentle with you, he liked to take things slow. But tonight he was different. His touch was heated, rough, almost greedy, his movements desperate. The sudden change was overwhelming, yet you found you were so very into it too, if the way your underwear was soaked was anything to judge by. It was him. He was the only one who you'd ever think of letting treat you like this. You trusted him entirely to know he'd always think of you, of being careful and treat you right, to never cross a line.

"You're getting so wet, baby. Fuck. Smells so good." For some reason, perhaps the gruffness in his voice, his comment had your face burning. Small whimpers kept tumbling out of your mouth at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your core. Through the layers of fabric still between you, you could feel him, big, hot, heavy and leaking in his pants. Seungcheol felt bigger somehow, you thought as your hands trailed over his back and you felt the ripple and shift of his muscles under your palms. You tell yourself you shouldn't be surprised; all those hours he spends at the gym aren't for naught after all. You're thankful he's feeling healthy after such a gruesome week.

You're suddenly enveloped by an earthy scent. Like wet soil after a rainfall. It's pleasant, but amongst everything else, it's stark how unexplainable it is. You're in the city. And as you take a fleeting glance towards the window through the parted curtains when Seungcheol leaves your swollen lips, there's no raindrops patting against the glass. Your eyelids flutter as he leaves a trail of kisses on your cheek down to your jaw while he continues to roll his hips and rub against you. He goes lower, to your neck, his teeth grazing the skin softly.

Something in Seungcheol shifts then. His breaths come in quicker, nostrils flaring, before his jaw falls open wider, his teeth sinking in. You moan, his mind fogging further. The slight sting of your hands clawing at his toned back snaps him back. It takes everything in him to pull away before he puts more pressure and your delicate skin gives in and breaks. His senses feel like they're on overdrive. He can smell you, how aroused you are, he can hear how fast your heartbeat is in his ears like it's his own, the thrumming of blood in your pulsing veins, and his mouth twitches inches from your neck. Every thought agrees on how much he desires to ruin you right now as he feels the soft brush of your chest against his bare skin with every breath you take. His hands flex beside your head, summoning all his self control to contain this primal urge that wants to take over, and he looks down at them horrified when he finds himself staring at claws instead of fingernails. They'd ripped through his bedsheets just missing you.

"Seungcheol?" you call tentatively. He's tense and unmoving, his breathing harsh and hot as it fans over your neck, face hidden from view. "Are you okay?" concern etching in your voice.

You hear it again, that deep growl, as an undertone when he says,"You have to get away from me."

"What's wrong?" You try, as sweet as ever. Seungcheol can't take this. He huffs, flinches away, frantically searching to put distance between you. And you catch a glimpse of his eyes again. You blink away the image of irises swirling with gold. It still follows you after.

You follow him as he crosses the hall and enters the bathroom. "Cheol? Baby, talk to me. Are you feeling unwell again?"

He says your name through gritted teeth and you stop under the doorframe, staring at his back. It sounds eerie, sending a cold shiver down your spine. "Go away." Each word coming out slowly.

Your heart only drops further as you notice blood dripping from his hands. Your voice trembles but you don't waver as you take another step towards him, refusing to go through what he wants. What is happening? "Seungcheol- Seungcheol you're bleeding."

His hands were closed into tight fists, claws digging into his palms. But he doesn't care. His mind screams at him to make you go away at all costs. "I said go away! What part did you not fucking understand?!"

A sharp intake of breath from you and you stop trying to get close at last. Seungcheol had never, ever, spoken to you like that. It feels like a punch to your chest. Your eyes blur with tears and you take a step back, then another. You stumble back into his bedroom, throwing on his tee shirt with trembling hands and hesitating again before you leave, thinking, hoping he might come after you and apologize, tell you what got him so worked up. But he doesn't. Instead you flinch as he slams the bathroom door close, so hard you fear he might blow it off its hinges. You stand there shocked for another moment as silent tears roll down your face before you rush to make your way out and step into the night.

Seungcheol's breathing is hard as he leans his hands against the bathroom counter, shoulders tense and hunched, head hanging low. Blood stains down the front of it and drips to the floor. It hurts everywhere, but not as much as what he just did. He put you in danger. He could've hurt you. He did. His eyes are screwed shut, tears streaking down his face. A fresh wave of pain makes him hunch further, a shaky groan leaving his lips. He swallows it down, daring to straighten up and open his eyes, staring at his reflection. Instead of their familiar dark brown shade, he's met with glimmering gold. He grimaces, mouth twitching and falling open letting out another distressed whine as he witnesses the shift, how his canines get sharper, longer.

What the hell is wrong with him?

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a/n: I keep trying with the banners lol. this was only meant to be the scene of reader and cheol together and after. didn't think it'd be more than 1k. had to set the atmosphere and do a little buildup. just exploring! Is it even good? 💀 why am I making him suffer in this? i'm so sorry… but! werewolf! cheol? um, yes (I say that about every cheol). here goes nothing. Thank you for reading, bye! - chérie

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Beach Day! | C. SC

pairings: seungcheol x f! reader

wc: +2.7k

genre: fluff

cw: body insecurity, suggestive talk, jealousy, possessiveness

summary: a family trip and baby's first time meeting the sea.

a/n: me and the never ending saga with banners. 😭 y'all must be tired of hearing me complain abt them. I say I won't make them anymore and here we go again. like I actually opened canva this time instead of making a collage on my gallery and I think it's not that bad... I just lack the patience xd. what do you guys think? anyways here's a summer piece! and today marks my blog's first anniversary! also I wanted to have something in honour of reaching 300 followers a couple weeks ago. I'm back with another dad! cheol idea that I had back at the beginning of may during a day out at the beach since y'all seemed to like the last one. this one came out longer tho. 😅 You can read it as part of the same universe of my coupsbear drabble or as a separate story. can't promise I won't strike back with more dad! cheol in the future if I come up with something more. happy reading! :D - chérie 🍒

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Beach Day

You run over the list of things in your head one more time and just to make sure, you ask Seungcheol if you got everything. From his pocket, he pulls out the small paper with a note you'd made for him because unlike you, as much as he insisted he wouldn't forget anything, he always left something behind. While a little offended (he's still checking it, isn't he?), he accepted it since you'd used stationery with his favorite character on it to write it over. After confirming you do, you check you'd turned off everything in the house and lock up before heading out.

Today you'd spend a day out at the beach, and it will make your baby boy's first time meeting the sea.

Seungcheol drives carefully, eyes on the road, one hand steady at the wheel, the other resting on your thigh with his thumb drawing circles over your bare skin lovingly. Occasionally, his eyes drift to the rear view mirror, checking for traffic, lips curving into a soft smile while also checking in on your little one sitting securely in his car seat. The trip is a bit long, so you make a rest stop, and for the rest of the way you switch to the backseat to check on your son. For the most part, he's already having the time of his life, cooing and babbling along once Seungcheol plays a song he likes a lot.

It really is a perfect day to spend outside, sunny with no sign of clouds, just a clear blue sky above the endless turquoise sea. Since you left early, it isn't too crowded. Once you choose a spot, Seungcheol puts your bags down and busies himself setting the umbrella to shelter yourselves from the constant sunrays beating down on you while you hold up baby in your arms, the both of you staring at him while he works. Baby's squinting his eyes at the landscape, at whatever it is his daddy's doing, still a little drowsy from his nap in the car and trying to make sense of the new surroundings.

Once you're settled, you sit down on the stripped beach towel and begin the battle of trying to put on some sunscreen on baby. His long lashes flutter every time you carefully brush your hand over his face, his chubby cheeks and he lets out a happy squeal when you boop his nose before applying some more. He's wiggling where he sits while trying to grab your fingers or reach for the bottle the entire time. Then you adjust his little swimming trunks and shirt, before placing a bucket hat over his smooth mop of dark hair.

"You're ready, baby?" Seungcheol lifts him in his arms, looking way more excited than your baby boy and you can't help but smile at them both. You don't think he intended to match with your baby again, but he's also wearing what he called his 'vacation hat' and honestly you think it's adorable. You love how easy it is for him to slip into the role, how amazing he is as a father. "You're coming love?" He looks at you, adjusting baby in his big arms exposed by the white tank top he's wearing, making sure to support his bottom and his back as he also turns searching for his mommy.

"I'll join you boys later." You smile and usher them off, saying you're good just admiring the scenery for now and that you'll just watch them. Seungcheol's lip juts out in a small frown but nods. It's a little strange, you're usually the first to drop everything to get into the water.

This is when the fun really begins. Carefully, Seungcheol treads into the water, staying at a safe distance from the shore. When he turns so he's facing in your direction, you catch your baby's expression: he's staring down at the water warily. At Seungcheol's first attempt to lower him into the water he tenses up, curling his chubby legs and shrinking into himself so his tiny feet avoid it completely. You chuckle, expression softening as you pick Seungcheol's voice from where you sit, encouraging and reassuring. However, your baby is not convinced, as he does exactly the same thing the second time, and then a third.

The first warning comes in a sniffle, then it happens. He starts to cry and you feel that thing, that pang in your heart that parents feel when they hear their children cry. You can tell Seungcheol does too, any trace of lightheartedness vanishing from his features, instead doing his best to not go into panic mode. And your motherly instincts suddenly kick in. You stand up, shrugging off your sundress leaving you only in your swimsuit before you march over to them.

"No, no, no. It's okay. You don't like it?" He's trying to calm baby down, swaying him in his arms and hushing him gently. Nothing is really working for his cries only grow louder, tugging at his heartstrings. Decidedly, looks like in fact he doesn't like it. He's about to step out when he looks over to you. You're no longer sitting over the towel under the shade of the umbrella, but making your way over.

"What's wrong? What's making my baby boy upset?" You step closer, rubbing your hand on baby's back soothingly. His cries calm down, and he stares at you, big shiny eyes welling up with more tears before his tiny arms reach for you. Seungcheol lets you take him. "There we go. You're just like daddy, huh? Don't like the beach much?" You keep talking to him, the more you go on, the more that tension eases off both of you when there's no signs of your baby about to start crying again.

"What?" you say after a while, getting flustered feeling Seungcheol's eyes on you. And he blinks, like you snapped him out of his reverie, a smirk appearing on his face instead. It amazes him that after all this time, you still get flustered because of him. He's not one to talk honestly because he reacts the same way when it comes to you too.

"What?"

"You're staring." you keep your eyes downcast and on your baby as he snuggles closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

'Kinda hard not to." He bites his lip, a hunger in his gaze that he should leave for when you two are alone but he can't help it. You two should definitely come here more often so he doesn't forget how good bikinis look on you. He betrays as much, for he continues, "I can't believe we didn't come here sooner and missed seeing you wearing that tiny bikini with your baby bump."

Your reaction is immediate, head snapping up to look at him with wide eyes, a rosy tint on your cheeks that may be from the sun, may not. He's laughing, "Cheol!" you chide.

"What?" he manages when he controls his laughter enough to try and play innocent but that smug smile gives him away, inching closer to rest his hands at your sides. "We can still come back, right?"

"Right," You agree, back to avoiding his gaze with a frown that you totally don't mean, fighting the way his words affect you, "Me all round and swollen." you add sarcastically. How sexy.

He leans over, his voice going deeper as he speaks lowly, lips brushing your ear making your breath hitch, "Mmm you better stop talking to me like that, love."

"I'm serious." Even though your voice doesn't come out as steady as you'd wish, "Baby is right here."

"Should I remind you how we made baby?"

But he pulls away, and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, getting some relief from the warmth wrapping all over your body. "I'm serious too. You looked beautiful, and so you do now."

Obviously, after your pregnancy your body has suffered changes. Some days it's easier to face them, thinking you went through them to bring your baby to the world. Other days it's harder to reconcile with them, to think you look good when your eyes lock on stretch marks, that little extra weight, and feel confident about it. But Seungcheol is right there when you can't see the things he does.

When you finally stopped pretending his words didn't have any power over you and looked at him with a genuine smile, his mind went peacefully quiet, knowing he'd won. You'd won too; you sometimes wondered if you deserved him.

"Okay, why don't we give it a last try?" your attention went back to baby. There was no trace of him being upset anymore as those round eyes landed on your face. You bounced him up in your arms once just for him to give you that gummy smile, his bottom front teeth peeking briefly.

Carefully, you lowered yourself into the water. He started kicking, little arms flailing as he grew a little fussy at the feeling of being partly submerged, the cool water enveloping you two. "Better now? Yeah, daddy got better taste with me too." You took the opportunity to tease Seungcheol and how he'd grown to like the beach after meeting you. Just a little.

Seungcheol didn't even protest, marveled at the sight, "He's not crying."

"Now don't jinx it."

"No," he laughed, "It must be you. You have this… connection with the ocean."

"And you think baby somehow picks that up?"

"Well apparently I stressed him out." Seungcheol pouts and you can't help but laugh. He doesn't really mind because you do look so serene here, and his son is having a good time now. He seriously can't ask for more.

Eventually, baby does start to get heavy in your arms, so Seungcheol gets out to fetch his floatie. Once he's placed securely in it, you adjust the canopy over his head to protect him from the sun, your hands holding the inflatable and keeping him close. "Comfortable?" you coo, to what he totally ignores you now in favor of staring down at the water.

Seungcheol stays back with him when you step out. In your hurry earlier you didn't even put on sunscreen, and you're hoping it's not too late to stop yourself from getting a nasty sunburn, though you can already feel the beginning of it. You grab a towel to dry up, and just as you grab the bottle, a voice startles you.

"Need help with that?"

A man, a total stranger that you hadn't even noticed where he came from, stands just beside your setup. You smile politely and decline, hoping he'd leave. He doesn't take the hint, prompted instead to ask if you're here alone.

Since you're the one dealing with this situation - which isn't amusing in the slightest-, it's a pity you can't witness it from an outside point of view, where you would be able to see Seungcheol - because only that would've turned it into the second funny event of the day -. He's currently pointing down at the water for baby to see the fish, but when he looks up and catches on to what's happening back at shore, the smile gets wiped out of his face, tensing up and looking like he's guarding off territory. The sheer audacity of this man to flirt with you - he's totally flirting with you, look at how he's looking at you!- while he's standing right here, while your baby is standing right here? Oh he's pissed.

That's when you answer that in fact you're not alone and that you're spending the day with your family, and the guy happens to looks over. That he's standing at a safe distance away in the water right beside a cute chunky baby in a floatie does not render the buff man next to it less intimidating, the white, now see through tank top that sticks to him doing nothing to hide his muscular body. Pair that with a scowl having a very obvious target. The stranger's smile falters, quick to look back at you and dismiss himself wishing you a nice day. Just like that, Seungcheol's sour mood is gone and he's smiling back down at his son who has no idea about what just happened but smiles back at his daddy like he does, letting out happy giggles when he gets water ladled gently over him while being careful to avoid his eyes, blinking every time from the sensation of water trickling down his body.

"You saw that, didn't you?" you ask once you step back into the water and Seungcheol wraps an arm around you, nuzzling his face into your neck while your hands hold baby's inflatable. Aaand he was busted. Now, it's not like he'd ever have doubts about you: you're it for each other. And he's far from being insecure. He's… Seungcheol. He's like that. You smile, bringing a hand up to scratch the short hairs on his nape lovingly. This is just your clingy, very affectionate, very protective, and a little possessive Seungcheol.

Later when you take a break from bathing, it's time for lunch. It's really hot, so you also enjoy some fresh fruit; you feed your son the ones you cut into small, bite size pieces, wipe his face and little hands from the juice when he chooses to take it himself. He's not very picky, except maybe for the sour ones. One time you'd tried giving him a lemon slice just to see, and he'd given you the utmost betrayed look you'd seen before it morphed into a puckered face. You'd felt bad in the moment but now you think back to it as a funny memory.

The next activity is sandcastle building, Seungcheol doing most of the heavy lifting. Your son sits between your legs watching him and exploring the ground, while you keep him from bringing fistfuls of sand into his mouth. Apart from that, he's more than happy to let everyone know he's the owner of a tiny plastic shovel that he holds up on his iron baby grip - you'd never understand how babies were suddenly so strong. It always took a while to get him to let go once he got hold of your hair or Seungcheol's chains-, swatting it against the ground over and over. Later, you get into the water some more, walk along the shore, pointing at the seabirds flying across the sky, baby's eyes following curiously.

They say that when you're having fun, time flies by. Suddenly, it's late afternoon, and it won't be long til you're heading back home. You've washed up, changed. With a clean diaper and clean clothes, your baby boy lays in the middle of the beach towel, sleeping soundly like a little prince, beat after spending the day playing. You're both staring at him, you tracing a finger softly over one of his little arms. Seungcheol smiles into your hair from where he sits behind you, your back pressed to his chest, sighs contentedly as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your own smile widens. "Today was nice, wasn't it?"

"Only if you're as happy as I feel."

"I am." you admit, melting more into his embrace, "I have you, our baby, we're in a beautiful place…"

"We should come back." you say after a moment of reveling in the silence. "With our children."

You can practically see and feel Seungcheol's smile now at your words, his hold tightening around you just a little like he doesn't know what to do with so much uncontained happiness. "Yeah." he breathes out, "Yeah, I'd really love that."

"Who would've thought, huh? Mr. I don't like the beach."

"Well you love it." he continues with his reasoning, unintendedly stealing your breath as if you were hearing it for the first time, "And I love you."

"I love both of you." He takes the opportunity of you turning slightly so you can look at him to bring his hand up to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, and pulls you in for a kiss. Soft and sweet, he's smiling into it.

When he looks at how you're staring at him when he pulls away, he can see it written all over your face before you even utter those three words back.

thank you for reading <3.

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[cheolliecherie]

cheolliee ~~ he went live for a bit!

lo extrañaba. (': no le entendí, casi tampoco lo vi porque no se quizo dejar ver but it was nice to hear him <3. when he went live again he turned on the camera but he said he didn't look pretty so that's why he stayed dark. baby, I love you but... shut up. from the 1 minute free subtitles (💀) he said he has to do couplay but suddenly he's had lots of schedules. he mentioned smthn about it again at the end but idk what he said.

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🍒 one year anniversary of cheolliecherie's blog! 🍒

Wow! It's been a year already! Some of you might know it took me some time to admit I had fallen into a helpless crush with coups. Me finally admitting it was marked by the making of this blog dedicated to him (I am surprised I haven't mixed it with any other of my interests. That's how down bad I am and probably why I was scared of how much I liked him lmao).

From coming for gifs/pictures/videos and reading, I very quickly (like, the next day I think?) got busy when I decided to post my own writing. I wasn't even thinking of doing so in here. I've been a tumblr writer for some time but it wasn't anything rpf (believe it or not i'm still getting used to that). I should've seen it coming though bc I love to write and idk, he gives me this versatility that inspired me to explore and write him in different ways. so I've been putting him through situations since then. 😅😆

I also have tumblr mooties now! 4 to be exact and 4 more than I've ever had. 💀 Honestly idk how it happened and I might not be the greatest mutual bc I don't really talk much but I wanted to take a moment and let you know I appreciate you all! <3

Coming back to written works, I've posted a number of 13 (what a coincidence) of them throughout the year and 2 series! One of them which I just recently finished.

My most popular fic is Love Learning. I still can't wrap my head around the fact it reached 1k notes in like six days. Seeing my notifs blowing up with +100 notes daily was such an insane experience 🤣. Never imagined that'd happen after posting it I was just so tired after writing for almost a month lmao. It's kinda my favorite too. In second place it's probably its sequel and I'd put please, police man third because it was such a fun one to write and I was also gladly surprised you guys liked it so I commited to extend it.

For thig blog, I hope I can continue fangirling and sharing stories. That's all really. I appreciate every single one of you that follows me here, you that read and reached out to tell me you liked one of my stories. Thank you!! 🫶🏼

See you later with another fic to commemorate the occasion. 🤭 Hope you like it! 🎁 <3

- chérie 🍒

[cheolliecherie]

okay I'm still stuck here bc he's so cute

strong bunny coupsy!

[cheolliecherie]

everyone remembers what they were doing when they decided to drive us crazy with this a year ago. it's me, i'm everyone

[candymay]

[randomsvt]

[arwen-u]

HIS EYES SHINING THE SMILE OMG 😭😭😭