┆𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: It was just another party… until Jeonghan decided that his target for the night would be Seungcheol.
“Gonna tell me you don’t like it?,”his velvety voice dripping with mischief, warm breath brushing against Seungcheol’s skin.
Seungcheol swallowed hard, completely unable to answer.
“When I’ve got you in the palm of my hand.”
┆𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: jeongcheol oneshot + dorky!scoups + freaky!jeonghan + explicit content + HLW Party + Brazil in 2015 vibes
┆𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: originally posted on Wattpad. Please forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or anything like that, English is not my first language!
Scoups wanted to leave: and that was just the beginning of the party.
The music was too loud, deep enough to make the floor shake. Luan Santana's "Acordando o Prédio" was playing on the stereo, and some people in the corner were singing the chorus slightly off-key, while Seungcheol murmured softly along, almost unintentionally, "Não para não, não para não...". Flashing LEDs cast dancing shadows across the walls of the mansion in the southern zone, mixing the glow of Halloween pumpkins with reflections from glass and antique mirrors. The smell was a mixture of cheap liquor, overly sweet perfume, and sweat, all together in the heavily stuffy air.
Choi held the Moto G4 Plus, wrapped in a scratched navy blue case, as if it were the most mysterious device in the room, projecting the image of someone busy enough not to pay attention to a pointless party — It was either that or get lost in the crowd of over-the-top costumes, colorful wigs, devil horns, and vampire capes — Isolated in a corner of the party while Hoshi, the temporary owner of the mansion whose parents were out of town, was already mingling with the girls, laughing and getting along with everyone. However, the illuminated screen revealed the deception: his nimble fingers hadn't typed messages or anything like that, but rather numbers thrown haphazardly; equations that lead nowhere.
His tired eyes lifted quickly as soon as he heard Yoon Jeonghan's sweetly mumbled voice. He was one of those guys everyone in school knew. Effortlessly popular, with a knack for moving among the most diverse groups: He laughed with the athletes on duty, gossiped with the popular girls, and even played games with the nerds who spent the entire break trading anime trading cards. He had friends that Seungcheol also had, but he almost never exchanged a word with him specifically. It was always a vague "hey" in the hallway, a passing joke, and nothing more than that.
But that didn't stop Yoon from looking, and Scoups knew it. He'd catch him red-handed sometimes: the blond leaning against the wall of the court, laughing at something with Boo or Joshua, but with his eyes fixed on him. A lingering, lazy, yet equally accurate gaze.
Choi even remembered one specific time, weeks ago, in the narrow hallway in front of the chemistry lab. He had rushed out, late for soccer practice, and thump— He bumped into the younger one with enough force to almost knock them both over. And instead of cursing or rolling his eyes, Jeonghan just smiled as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, letting out a "relax, cutie" before disappearing into the crowd. From then on, that moment kept replaying in his head.
— Y-Yes? — stammered the older one, surprised by the sudden closeness.
The blond man held a half-empty red glass, swirling the liquid slowly, his long fingers glistening under the strobe light. It was too close; the scent of 212 Sexy was escaping from the generous neckline of his costume. He looked like a dream: in a fitted dark blue suit, the light fabric draped snugly over his slender body without losing his relaxed air, his shirt open at the chest a little too wide. The contrast was evident at the feet, where the glare of the light hit the white laces of a worn-out All Star sneaker, giving off a far too boyish air for someone wearing tailored clothing. And somehow, that mix made perfect sense to him.
On the other hand, Scoups's fantasy wasn't elaborate at all. After all, he didn't even want to be there: Hoshi practically begged him to show up and, guess what? He himself had disappeared with a group of people more than an hour ago. His hair was combed back with a light layer of gel, highlighting his thick, dark eyebrows. The white linen shirt, opened at just the right point, revealed a broad, handsome neck, stained by poorly done marks of red paint attempting to imitate blood. The tight skinny jeans clung to his ample thighs, revealing his strong physique which contrasted with his awkward demeanor.
— You don't seem to be enjoying the party... — Yoon tilted his head, deliberately trying to peek at the older man's phone screen — So much mystery. Who’re you texting so damn much, hm?
— N-Nothing. — Seungcheol pressed the side button, shoving his phone into his pocket before the other could see the humiliation that was an open calculator.
Jeonghan chuckled through his nose, leaning unceremoniously on his broad shoulders.
— What are you dressed up as, anyway? — the taller one blurted out impulsively, just to break the silence.
— Isn't it obvious? — he stepped back just to strike a pose, very theatrically. — Harley Quinn.
Choi nodded, swallowing hard.
How could anyone be as dorky as Scoups? Not even Yoon, who had always had a crush on him, could answer that question. And yet, this strange manner had something irresistible about it in the younger one eyes.
— That’s it? — he murmurs, purring against his ear, soft lips barely grazing the skin. — Keep going… I want more.
With his heart pounding, the dark-haired boy’s hands shot up in reflex, trying to push him away on instinct.
— Ohhh, now we’re talking!
Hoshi appeared out of absolutely nowhere, stumbling in like a drunk gremlin, already red-faced and cackling as if he’d just walked in on history being made.
— A lil’ kiss in the corner, huh?! — he yelled, then immediately vanished again, slamming into the door on his way out and mumbling something like, "That’s my big boy!"
Yoon, who’d practically been climbing Scoups at that point, huffed and rolled his eyes at the interruption. "Idiot."
— Anyway… — he sighed, eyes flicking back to Seungcheol as he put a tiny bit of distance between them, trying to pull himself together. — Where’s that girl who ditched you so you’d come bother me instead?— he muttered, rolling his eyes again.
Then he turned back to him, voice softening. — It’s way too crowded in here. What do you say we go upstairs?
Seungcheol could only nod, not trusting his own voice to respond after feeling Jeonghan's slender hand slide under his, intertwining them in a painfully slow movement.
He followed the blond man down the narrow hallway, concentrating on avoiding drunk people.
The house was teeming with people in every corner: bodies piled up in the hallways, loud laughter, and drinks being passed from hand to hand. The path to the balcony could be likened to a mission. To get across, Jeonghan squeezed through the tightly packed groups first, and Seungcheol had no choice but to follow closely behind, it was so close that he could feel strands of his long hair brushing against his chin. The fresh scent of glycerin from the shampoo mingled with the stuffy air of the room, and he held his breath for a moment, dizzy from the closeness. With each step, Jeonghan's back gently bumped against his own chest, and the entire surrounding plain seemed to shrink to the color of the body in front of him.
As they pushed open the narrow attic door, they climbed the short steps together, side by side, their shoulders touching for lack of space. As soon as they crossed the exit, the night wind surprised them, instantly sending shivers down Seungcheol's forearm. The icy breeze made them both sigh, but it was the sight that truly took his breath away: Jeonghan leaned against the low wall, seemingly lost in thought, his blond locks — dyed in themed colors at the tips — swaying in the wind. The dim light highlighted the delicate contours of his face, the gentle curve of his nose, the fair skin that seemed to become transparent under the bluish reflection of the pool in the backyard below, and, damn, that mouth. Scoups had never kissed before, but he was certain he wanted to lose his virginity to the curves of those thin, yet full lips;
Choi paused for a second, his heart wanting to leap from the chest, until he let out a sigh that barely reached the ears.
— Holy shit... — groaned, swallowing hard as he let himself be drawn closer and closer.
— Y’know… — Yoon murmured, leaning against the railing to get a deliberate view of the packed backyard below, people dancing shoulder to shoulder. His eyes were bright, almost tender. — I like that little thing about you. How weird you are.
— Thanks… I think? — Choi mirrored him, leaning forward too, his forearms resting on the cold metal rail, elbows brushing against Jeonghan’s. — Sometimes I wish I could be less… passive. I don’t know.
Jeonghan burst into a loud, genuine laugh—something that honestly just made Scoups fall even harder for him.
— But I like it,— he said once he caught his breath, his voice slipping into that sweet, teasing kind of humor that bordered on mockery. — I like having control over you.
And just like that, the heat between them crept back in again.
The brunette froze as the younger one stepped closer, those cold, delicate hands hovering over his face like they owned it. He felt the drag of long nails tracing slowly along the corner of his cheeks, and his whole body shivered: head to toe, no mercy. Then came the warm brush of Jeonghan’s liquor-sweet breath against his slightly parted lips, hot and soft and dangerously tempting.
"He’s gonna kiss me. Holy shit, he’s actually gonna kiss me." His heart was punching against his ribs, throat dry enough to burn.
When Jeonghan’s index finger slipped into his hair, combing through the short strands behind his ear before gliding down to the nape of his neck, Seungcheol almost let out a sound — something embarrassingly close to a moan — just from the intimacy of it. That bold, unbothered touch went straight to his head, straight to places it shouldn’t, not here, not on this balcony.
His mind kept drifting to how those same nails would feel dragging down the length of something else. Somewhere just as sensitive and just as thick as the column of his neck. Acratching lightly, claiming spots he’d never admit out loud he wanted touched.
The blond didn’t back away for a single second. The closeness was almost suffocating, and Choi felt rooted to the spot, completely unable to move. Jeonghan tilted his head until his lips hovered dangerously close to Seungcheol’s ear, his warm breath wiping out any scrap of coherent thought he might’ve had left.
— Gonna tell me you don’t like it? — he murmured, voice velvet-soft and dripping with malice. — When I’ve got you right in the palm of my hand.
As he spoke, his free hand slid down Seungcheol’s chest, every inch traveled like he wanted to carve his intention straight into the man’s skin. His fingertips toyed with the fabric of his shirt, tracing lazy paths all the way to his waist.
— I… I-I… — Choi whispered, swallowing hard. He felt Jeonghan’s fingers move lower, drifting over his abdomen, smoothing down toward dangerous territory, stopping just centimeters above the spot where he was already burning for him. The contrast between Jeonghan’s cold hand and the heat pooling there made his breath catch painfully in his throat.
Yoon let out a dry, wicked laugh.
— Just thinking about what I could do to you right here… — he breathed, so close that Seungcheol felt the words against his skin more than he heard them, and that stubborn finger of his kept teasing the edge of Choi’s bel just enough to make his knees weaken. — …you’re already hard for me, aren’t you, Cheol?
Scoups squeezed his eyes shut, trying to swallow down the moan threatening to slip out. His breathing came out heavy, as if he could hide it somehow, but the parted lips gave away just how far gone he already was. And when he finally tried to answer, his voice broke—small, almost boyish compared to the sheer audacity pressed up against him.
— J-Jeonghan… I… — He let out a shaky, nervous laugh, not sure whether he should pull the blond closer or beg for mercy.
His larger hand slid down, slow but sure, settling on the younger one’s waist. A possessive touch, hesitant, yes, but full of want. Heat crawled up his entire body, and all Scoups could think was how easily this could spiral out of control.
And then bang. The door swung open way too hard.
— There you are! — Mingyu’s loud, cheerful voice entered the room before his body did. The tall guy leaned a shoulder against the doorframe with a smile so stupidly bright that he was clearly drunk enough not to notice he had just achieved the title of Biggest Cockblock in Human History. — Come on, bottle game! Everyone’s waiting.
The hand that had been resting on Jeonghan’s waist flew back like he’d just been caught committing a crime.
"Great. The universe is against my progress", Yoon thought, watching the older one pull away from his serpentine touch in a panic. He sighed and straightened up, offering a tiny, casual smile as if nothing at all had happened.
—Let’s go, Cheol. — he said, clasping his hands together once again.
If Scoups didn’t have the guts, then he would.
The fluffy red carpet in the center of the living room was already sinking under the weight of so many asses sitting in a circle. Half-empty cups abandoned on the floor, beer and sweat hanging in the air. Definitely not the best combo.
Choi Seungcheol squeezed himself between two third-years he barely knew, shoulders hunched like that would somehow make him invisible. It didn’t.
Everyone here was familiar from somewhere in school: guys from the team, popular girls, random background characters he only remembered seeing in the cafeteria.
Across the circle sat Jeonghan, bored eyes watching a chosen pair make out sloppily. Boo, his friend, was laughing beside him, and on his left some girl Seungcheol didn’t recognize. Jeonghan sat with his legs crossed, cup balanced between long fingers. His costume drew attention effortlessly, and Scoups hated to admit it—but it felt like the whole room was staring at him. "When is it gonna be me and Seungcheol?" The other kept wondering, barely containing his impatience for the moment everyone else already suspected was coming.
— Hurry up, hurry up! If you’re gonna devour each other, go do it somewhere else! — Hoshi yelled, pushing the overly enthusiastic couple away. — Here we go!
He spun the bottle with way too much force, drunk enough that he spilled half his drink all over the carpet and didn’t even react.
The green glass twirled fast, throwing off flashes of the blinking party lights as it spun. People followed the tip of the bottle with breathless excitement—soft squeals, stifled laughs.
Seungcheol, meanwhile, prayed silently. "Anyone but me. Anyone but me."
— OH HELL YEAH! — DK practically choked from laughing. — It’s him! It’s little Cheol!
The brunette’s heart slammed against his ribs.
— N-no, no… — he started, raising a hand as if he could stop fate, but it was already too late. Everyone erupted like someone had just scored in a championship final.
— Now we need the pair! — Mingyu shouted, grinning ear to ear as he spun the bottle again.
The sound of the glass spinning made Seungcheol want to evaporate. He squeezed his knees together, not daring to look around. When the bottle finally stopped, he gathered what was left of his courage and slowly lifted his eyes.
The vibe died instantly. The boy on the other side of the circle raised one eyebrow, looking absolutely done with life.
— No fucking way. — he grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
— Switch! — Jeonghan snapped, leaning forward on the carpet and grabbing the bottle before anyone could complain. — If it’s not me, then it’s no one. And he spun it again, eyes locked on Seungcheol.
People laughed, some booed, but no one dared challenge the blond. The bottle spun once more… and stopped exactly between him and Seungcheol. Bingo.
— That’s it! — Dokyeom practically jumped. — Couple of the night, fuck yeah! KISS! KISS! KISS!
The whole circle joined in, clapping to the rhythm, chanting louder and louder. Scoups wanted to dig a hole in the carpet and disappear into it. His face was burning, the back of his neck sweating, hands shaking in his lap.
Jeonghan, on the other hand, looked born for this shit. He set his cup down, took the last sip first, ran his fingers slowly through his hair and leaned forward, a teasing smile curling on those stupid pretty lips.
— So, kitty…? — the words came out soft, but Seungcheol heard them like they were whispered right into his brain.The shouting grew louder.
— JUST KISS HIM, YOU FUCKING VIRGIN! — Hoshi screamed, laughing hysterically.
Choi squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to scrape together any shred of bravery. When he opened them again, Jeonghan was already way too close, eyes sparkling with expectation and something very, very dangerous.
The world felt suspended: the music outside, the chants, DK’s yelling... it all vanished. All that was left was Seungcheol’s shaky breath and the sweet, alcoholic warmth of Jeonghan’s exhale.
He could pull back. He could.
Jeonghan pressed his lips to his, slow and gentle, just a light touch at first, almost teasing. Just enough to drive anyone watching absolutely insane. Seungcheol froze, but the subtle pressure of the blond’s mouth made him instinctively give in.
It wasn’t a long kiss, to the disappointment of both. Not deep, either. But it was enough to rip a collective roar out of the whole circle, like they’d just witnessed a damn miracle.
Seungcheol pulled back fast, face on fire, eyes glued to the floor. The blond, meanwhile, just dragged his tongue over his own bottom lip with a hint of mischief, still smiling.
— See? Didn’t hurt. — he whispered just for him, before leaning back on the carpet like absolutely nothing had happened.
The kiss had ended ten minutes ago, but the feeling still pulsed on Choi Seungcheol’s lips like it had happened seconds earlier.
The sweet taste, the sudden heat, the deafening cheers from everyone around them. He’d slipped out of the circle the moment he got the chance, ignoring the teasing and laughter, throwing out some half-assed excuse about needing the bathroom. And then he disappeared.
A first kiss until ten minutes ago.
With him of all people. Yoon Jeonghan — literally the hottest guy in the entire school. Yeah. Definitely not the kind of memory you bury easily.
The party kept going deep into the night.
Music blasting, people dancing, a few already passed out on the couch still clutching their cups. Until Hoshi’s phone rang through the speakers, connected by Bluetooth. At first, he shrugged it off, thinking it was just another song on the playlist.
It was his father’s deep, serious voice:
"Kwon, there’s been an issue. Your mother and I are coming back from the trip today. We expect to be home in two hours."
Dry tone. No warmth, no joking. Not even a "hope you’re okay" or "take care." Just straight instructions.
Some of the more sober ones exchanged quick, alarmed looks. Someone even grabbed their jacket right away, mumbling a "thanks, guys, this was great, but I gotta go." The movement spread like waves: whoever understood fast, moved fast. The drunk ones just laughed, clueless.
Hoshi, meanwhile, froze. You could literally see his face shift in real time from "no fucking way this just happened" to "we are so fucking screwed." His hands flew to his hair, his alcohol-red eyes wide, breath picking up.
— They’re coming back today?! — he yelled, dropping his cup and staring around like the house was on fire. — Holy shit, they’re here in two hours!
The house was a disaster: bottles everywhere, stains on his mom’s expensive rug, glitter glued to the floor, food all over the kitchen counter.
— Everyone up! Move, move, MOVE! — Hoshi shouted, sprinting around the place. — If my dad sees this, I’m dead!
And just like that, the improvised late-night cleaning mutiny, held together more by fear than goodwill got to work. Some grabbed trash bags, others scrubbed the floor with paper towels, others hauled plates and cups into the kitchen. No one there was a saint, but everyone was terrified of the collective scolding waiting for them if Hoshi’s parents walked in.
Seungcheol didn’t complain. He stayed.
Picked up a broom and started sweeping up leftover confetti and glitter, trying to focus on the floor and not on the way his heart kicked every time his eyes drifted, without permission, toward the front hall. Like he was waiting for someone to come through.
But Jeonghan had already left. He’d watched him go earlier, laughing with two friends, not even glancing back.
"Normal, right?" He kept trying to convince himself. "It was just a stupid game kiss. Nothing else."
Time passed, and the house slowly started to look like a house again. The smell of alcohol still clung to the air, but at least there were no cups on the floor and no trash scattered everywhere. Mingyu was cleaning the sink while laughing at some joke with DK, Hoshi was kicking out the last few lost guests wandering around the mansion.
And Seungcheol, leaning on the broom, looked again at the door.
The click of the doorknob echoed, pulling his attention instantly. He blinked twice, thinking he was imagining it.
The blond walked in, gently fixing his hair with his fingers.
— I forgot my phone... — he said without making eye contact, fully aware that Seungcheol’s gaze was glued to him.
The brunette’s heart plummeted straight to his stomach. He looked at the floor, then at his hand, then at the broom, as if any of those things were more interesting than the owner of the best kiss at the entire party.
Jeonghan walked calmly to the small table by the entrance, grabbed his phone, and checked his notifications. But before leaving again, he paused. Looked around: everyone still busy, no one paying attention. Then he let his eyes fall exactly on Seungcheol.
— You’re working pretty hard, huh, — he said as he walked closer, that half-smile on his lips already a provocation.
— Yeah… — the answer came out low, almost choked. — Just helping Hoshi.
— Sure you are. — Jeonghan laughed softly, slipping his phone into his pocket.He stepped even closer, close enough for his perfume, still sweetened by alcohol, to hit him again. — You ran off pretty quick, didn’t you?
— Relax. — The blond lifted a hand, tapping his shoulder lightly, no pressure, just enough to warm. — I know you got nervous.
The touch lasted only seconds, but it was enough to make Seungcheol’s heart slam against his ribs.
— Anyway… — Yoon leaned in a bit, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.— It was a good kiss.
The brunette swallowed hard, eyes darting away, trying to hide the blush burning across his face. But Jeonghan didn’t seem interested in giving him space.
The blond stepped even closer, his warm breath ghosting along the side of Seungcheol’s face. He brushed the older boy’s arm lightly — just enough to lock his attention — and with a quick, sly motion, slipped a small folded note between his fingers without anyone noticing.
— See you later, kitten. — he murmured, so soft it barely existed, a seductive, feline whisper, before tilting his head and pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of Seungcheol’s mouth. A touch that burned hotter than any bonfire could.Seungcheol went completely still.
The note sat in his hand, but his brain couldn’t process anything except the warmth of that kiss, the sweet scent of Jeonghan, and the way that subtle touch felt like him quietly claiming a spot under his skin.
— B-Bye… — Scoups breathed, dazed, watching him walk away through the door like nothing had happened.
The brunette held the note with trembling fingers, taking a deep breath, trying to figure out if any of this was real or just the most dangerously vivid fantasy of the night.When he finally opened it, he found Jeonghan’s number written in his perfect handwriting — with a small heart drawn in the corner.
Choi smiled to himself, unable to deny the effect the blond had on him.
He had just made any escape impossible.