a/n: pouty cheol (beware). also dedicated to alaska (@cherry-zip) you really made me do this— so this one's for you ^3^ jina (@facethesunflower) cuz she's such a sweetie also im thinking of making this into a series— kissy face cheol
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You’ve always found Seungcheol to be just… ridiculously endearing.
Like the way his smile breaks across his face with zero warning, his dimples so deep that one could swim in them. And whenever he laughs a little too hard, his eyes crinkle into imperfect half-moons, and all you can see are his long lashes.
And don’t get you started on the way he looks in his sweaters. He always wears those soft, oversized long sleeves that make him look like the human embodiment of a cozy Sunday morning. Except the betrayal is real—because beneath that marshmallow fluff exterior is one stupidly buff man who could probably bench press you and your entire existential crisis.
But your favorite thing? It’s when he does that pouty face.
It’s so dumb. And adorable. And stupidly effective.
His lips push out ever so slightly, his cheeks puff like a grumpy chipmunk, and there’s always a faint crease between his brows as if the world has personally offended him. It’s your kryptonite. And the worst part? He doesn’t even try to weaponize it—it’s just… there. Like it’s his default expression when he’s even mildly inconvenienced.
Which brings you to now.
You’re sitting across from your boyfriend at your favorite ramen spot, watching him inhale his food like he’s in a mukbang contest. His lips glisten from the broth, his cheeks are full of noodles, and his eyes sparkle with childish delight as he slurps.
And then—there it is.
The pout.
He makes that familiar face because his chopsticks slipped and a piece of egg fell back into the bowl. Just a small setback. But his mouth twitches downward, and he lets out a tiny huff, his cheeks puffed and lips pushed out in that dangerously cute way.
You don’t even think.
In a swift, rogue move, you pick up your chopsticks and gently trap his lips between them, squishing them together like a little duck bill.
Seungcheol blinks.
You lean in with zero shame and press your lips to his smooshed ones, giggling into the kiss while he makes a muffled noise of surprise. He tastes like warm broth and mischief.
When you pull back, he’s staring at you, utterly betrayed.
“You really just used chopsticks on me like I’m some side dish,” he mutters, but he does not even bother wiping his mouth, you clearly know he enjoyed it. “I feel objectified.”
You shrug, beaming. “You looked like a duck. I couldn’t help it.”
“A duck?!”
“The cutest duck,” you say sweetly, reaching over to poke at his dimple. “My duck.”
Seungcheol groans, hiding his face in his sleeves, but you can see his ears turning red.
He peeks out and narrows his eyes at you. “You know this means war, right?”
“Oh no,” you deadpan. “What are you gonna do? Pout me into submission?”
Without missing a beat, he does exactly that—puffing out his cheeks and pushing his lips out, giving you the most exaggerated pout of all time.
And damn it.
It works.
You lunge over the table again.
“Cheol, NO—wait, let me kiss you again!”
He yelps, half-laughing, half-choking on his noodles as you reach across the table. He tries to dodge but ends up nearly tipping over his bowl. You manage to land a kiss on the side of his cheek anyway, earning a loud, exaggerated groan from him.
“Public affection while I’m mid-chew? You're a menace,” he mutters, wiping his mouth as he glares at you—but the stupid fondness in his eyes betrays him completely.
You flash him a grin. “You love it.”
He tries to scowl. Tries. But then those traitorous dimples show up again, and you know you’ve won.
could i sweetly request seungcheol x f!reader. like domestic. like "a day in their lives" or something like that would do. fluff please. and if you could, "non idol" au please?
id understand if you couldn't.
thank you for your time <3
Soft Hours || C.S.C
genre: fluff
wc: 330
It was like a routine with Seungcheol.
Every weekend, without fail, you’d end up like this — sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you with matching face masks that smelled like watermelon or honey or whatever new sheet masks you’d picked up that week.
Seungcheol always let you pick. He’d grumble about the “fruity ones” but still sit between your legs, eyes closed as you pressed the cold sheet onto his face with careful fingers. He’d scrunch his nose, trying not to laugh whenever your fingers tickled under his chin.
“I’m already wrinkly,” he jokes, peeking one eye open. “It’s called experience.”
You press his forehead lightly. “It’s called old man.”
He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “This is disrespect. In my own house.”
“Our house,” you correct.
He hums, pleased, and leans back into you. “Yeah. Our house.”
By the time the masks are on both your faces, the movie’s already halfway through, but neither of you really pay attention. Seungcheol’s arm always drapes lazily across your thigh, fingers drawing random shapes on your skin. Sometimes he hums quietly to the background music; sometimes he talks over the movie to ask if the mask’s still sitting right.
Eventually, when the timer goes off, he tugs his off first, looking at you with that ridiculous damp, glowy face. He grins, eyes all crinkly.
“Still pretty?” he asks.
“Unfortunately,” you mutter, peeling yours off too.
“C’mere,” he says, wiping his face lazily with the towel before pulling you closer by your waist. “Gotta moisturize my favorite face.”
“You just want an excuse to touch me.”
“Always,” he murmurs, tapping cream onto your cheeks, “I’m a man of habit.”
i miss seungcheol so much lord. genuinely can he just come over i just want to like watch a movie with him while he points out all the silly flaws in the movie while i roll my eyes at him playfully but he is such a cinephile and he knows best!
warnings: nothing just fluff, suggestive in the slightest way, uhm not really anything else, reader is stubborn and dramatic hehehaha, not that angsty at all reader just feels the tiniest bit neglected, olderbf!cheol being hot 😛, petnames: baby, pretty girl, good girl pls i had to (hers), cheol (his)
author's note: its no secret that i am down horrendously bad for olderbf!cheol so please let me have this very self indulgent very short drabble thing hehe SORRY IF THERE'S ERRORS OR ANYTHING literally just wrote this bc i wanted to and i couldn't stop thinking about it bc cheol is just so fucking fine i can't
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you've got your arms crossed, refusing to look at him. holding your ground even after you internally acknowledged that, yeah, maybe giving cheol the silent treatment and the cold shoulder earlier was a liiiittle dramatic. but he was on his stupid work ipad for like the whole time you two were supposed to be enjoying a movie night together in the living room—you had your reasons.
“cheol, i said I’m not apologising," you repeated, still in your mood.
seungcheol exhales through his nose deeply, still looking at you with a look that's fond even if you're giving him high blood pressure right now. he's leaning against the kitchen counter after you stomped off to the kitchen and are now doing everything in your power to not look at him.
he attempted to reason with your snappy attitude, “baby, i just checked a few emails. i promise."
you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, making him fight letting out a small cocky chuckle. "you were on your ipad for the whole second half of the movie!" you answered back.
he reaches out and catches your waist when you try to walk past him with a soft and firm, "hey."
“let go. i don't wanna talk to you," you try to wriggle out of his grip and fail. keeping your head low so you don't make eye contact with your unfairly handsome and super annoying boyfriend.
obviously he doesn’t. he knows you too well to actually listen to whatever comes out of your mouth when you're like this. "wanna tell me why you're acting up like this, baby?" he says, so gently and patiently.
“i'm not acting up like anything,” you shoot back, chin tilting up, your glare meeting his gaze. “you're just-"
“i'm just what?” he continues, one eyebrow lifting.
you soften, head dipping low again after his eyes stare holes into yours. "you're being annoying..." you say quietly.
his hand slides from your wrist to your chin, tilting your face properly toward him this time. “mhm,” the hum rumbles through him lowly.
your stomach flips a little, but you stay defending your stance.
he huffs out a soft laugh, “stubborn girl,” he mutters, almost to himself as he taps your bottom lip lightly with the pad of his thumb.
you open your mouth to argue again but this time he leans in just slightly to interrupt you, “baby, don't push it,” eyes locked on yours. “i've been letting you pout and give me the silent treatment for over half an hour now."
you swallow but your pride’s still there. “so?” as you cross your arms over your chest.
“so,” he murmurs, "you either tell me what's actually got you wound up like this... or i'll make you feel very, very good until you forget it. hm?"
your breath stutters while you're still trying to look unimpressed. he smiles because he caught that. slow and knowing.
and he leans down, kissing your forehead sweetly as if he didn't just say that, and you could still feel that smug smile he had. "i swear, baby," he kisses your forehead again, "that i only checked a couple of emails," and he pulls back to look at you properly.
"but you're right. it could've waited til after, or tomorrow morning, hm?" his thumb brushed your cheek once. seungcheol tilts your face up a little more so he can kiss the corner of your lips gently, "'m sorry, pretty girl. my fault, i know it is."
and you go completely weak. how could you not?
you melt into him a little more, not fighting him as much as he kisses the attitude out of you.
"next time, talk to me. okay, baby?" he says between kisses to your lips. "want you to tell me when you feel upset. you hear me?" his warm hands now holding your waist like you're the most precious thing in the world while his series of i'm sorry kisses continued.
you nod at his words, and he smiles, kissing you again. "there's my good girl. i love you so much, baby."
