Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, mildly inspired by Crazy Rich Asians (Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader's are not chaebols but well-off enough), references to To All the Boys I Loved Before and the OG fake dating movies (Can't Buy Me Love and Love Don't Cost a Thing).
Warnings: Mild use of profanity, presumptions of promiscuous activity, Peter Kavinsky was called a himbo, cliché
WC: ~1.2K
A/N: IT'S HERE!!! I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I decided to post the first chapter 😅 That said, I do have now 3 ongoing series, with a fourth WIP - updates for Terrifyingly Innocent will be incredibly irregular and slow - Apologies in advance! Nonetheless, thank you for reading and looking forward to what's to come 🥺💙 As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on my stories or anything SVT related!
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Jihoon stopped chewing his pancakes mid-bite at the drop of Seungcheol’s words. Jihoon clenched his jaw while the food slowly inched down his throat. His hands squeezed around the fork as he reached for the glass of milk to help wash it down, trying his best to stay calm before he ended up throwing the remaining pancakes on the ceramic platter at Seungcheol.
Sitting opposite of Jihoon, Seungcheol bit his lips nervously and watched his best friend’s reaction with dark and heavy eyes. Seungcheol fiddled with his fork weakly, his own breakfast left growing cold and untouched. He had no appetite as his anxiety had been gnawing at his stomach. He fell in love with his best friend’s younger sister when he was warned not to – what else was he expecting? For Jihoon to shower the two of you with cherry blossom petals and welcome him with a fruit basket?
Six months ago, if someone had told Seungcheol that he would be sitting anxiously in front of his best friend confessing his love for you at their favorite go-to diner twenty minutes away from campus, he would’ve scoffed and brushed them off.
Yet, here he was with Jihoon: angry, conflicted, and heartbroken.
~ 6 Months Ago ~
“Let me get this straight,” Jihoon sat up with a look of disgust crossing his face. “You want to fake date my little sister? As in like . . . Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky kind of fake dating?”
Seungcheol shrugged his shoulders and fell back onto Jihoon’s bed. “More or less, but not for the purpose of making another girl jealous like that himbo Peter Kavinsky.” Seungcheol pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side. “It’s more like Ronald Miller and Cindy Mancini – or Alvin and Paris in ‘Love Don’t Cost a Thing.’”
Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. “Come again? Who the hell are those people?”
Seungcheol rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Jihoon. He missed by a few inches, the pillow bouncing off the edge of the table and onto the floor.
“But why Y/N? Out of all the girls we know you could charm into your scheme?” Jihoon asked. He frowned and spun around in his desk chair to face his best friend. “You’re THE Choi Seungcheol after all.”
Seungcheol’s lips set into a pout and tilted his head to the side as he turned Jihoon’s questions in his minds. He stared at the dank ceiling of Jihoon’s apartment bedroom, his eyes tracing the cracks and crevices.
Though Seungcheol’s father was a strict man, Seungcheol was the complete opposite. Edgy and spontaneous, he found himself unintentionally earning the name of the campus “bad boy” within months of starting college. His name easily rolled off people’s tongue, though he did choose to keep his circle small. Inevitably, girls began to take notice of the pretty-eyed boy and Seungcheol gladly took the opportunity to flirt around, moving swiftly from one girl to the next each month. Weekends were filled with impromptu dates, parties, outings with friends downtown – Mr. Choi had had enough of his son’s presumed promiscuous behavior, strongly wishing for him to settle down, and mayhaps even commit to a proper young woman. This blissed and carefree dream of young adulthood was not going to last forever with graduation in sight. The elder Choi had threatened to send Seungcheol on blind dates with partnering business’s daughters and elite “mingling” dinners hosted by university alumni – or worse, send him to the States, if wasn’t able to prove himself responsible this year.
“I maybe THE Choi Seungcheol,” Seungcheol started, raising his fingers air-quoting ‘the’, “But she is THE perfect person for this whole mission.” Seungcheol sat up and began listing off facts about you counting his fingers.
“My dad adores Y/N,” Seungcheol pressed down on one finger.
“She also is a stellar student with a bright future,” he held out a second finger.
“She’s not like any of the other girls I’m . . . usually with,” he flicked up his ring finger. Jihoon crossed his arms at this and cocked an eyebrow at his friend.
“And she’s most definitely not into me, which makes this fake relationship viable and uncomplicated,” Seungcheol listed the last fact, hooking onto his pinky. He looked up at his best friend and smirked.
“Well,” Jihoon said after a moment of silence. He reached for his can of Coke Zero and raised it to his lips. After a long sip, he put it down and smirked back at Seungcheol, “You’re definitely right about that last part.”
“Hey!” Seungcheol protested.
“Wha- what? Why are you offended? You know yourself she’s not into you and your whole fuckboy-ness,” Jihoon retorted.
“I am not a fuck boi,” Seungcheol glared.
“Yeah? You’re pretty close to one how many girls you lead on - tsk,” Jihoon replied.
Seungcheol inched closer to Jihoon and shoved him playfully, a pout settling on his cherry lips. “So? What do you say?”
“About the whole fake dating Y/N thing?”
Seungcheol nodded.
“Can I ask you why you’re asking me first about it?” Jihoon asked.
“You’re her older brother – and my best friend. It’s only natural I ask out of respect for you,” Seungcheol replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Mmmm . . . I like that answer,” Jihoon crooned.
“That and don’t you think I didn’t forget about when you nearly socked Seokmin’s eye out at baseball practice for asking her to prom without you knowing,” Seungcheol pointed at Jihoon.
Jihoon groaned. “He was a senior and she was a second year! Second years weren’t allowed to go to prom for obvious predatory reasons!”
“They were if a senior or junior asked them – it was just prom! And literally Seokmin was the most innocent and nicest person in the world,” Seungcheol tried to reason the old event with him.
“Whatever,” Jihoon grumbled. He sighed and turned to fully face his long-time friend. Though he was hesitant about what he was about to say next, despite Seungcheol’s questionable way with women, he trusted him more than anyone else. You were also definitely not Seungcheol’s type and nor was Seungcheol’s yours. In addition, though you tried your best to be discreet about it, Jihoon knew there as another fellow who was currently the apple of your eye right now. The chances of the two of you catching feelings for another was near zero.
“You can fake date her, only if she agrees,” Jihoon announced, “But do not, I repeat, do not pull that cliché shit and fall in love with her. The last thing I need is for her to be pulled into your crap and get hurt.”
A grin grew across Seungcheol’s face, his teeth coming on full display. Much to Jihoon’s surprise, Seungcheol jumped up from the bed excitedly, squealing and waving his fists around like a fanboy who just won free Seventeen concert tickets.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Seungcheol wrapped his arms around Jihoon and planted kiss on the crown of his head. “I promise none of that cliché shit will happen – this is real life after all.”
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so youre telling me. yg did a final 13 for the last episode. said he would debut 7 then went on to tell us he was debuting a second group but obviously no byounggon or seunghun then he says hes debuting all 13 together? bitch im fucking pissed bye. dont misunderstand. im just pissed that byounggon and seunghun went through so much bullshit from yg
