Imagine Mingyu was doing his job on his iPad. You went to give him a back hug as a consolation that followed by you feeling up his sculpted torso, worshipping his big arm muscles and his big plump chest that he works so hard to build, just softly caressing his chest and lightly squeezing them, which follows with you trailing your fingers to his nipples, circling and flicking it.
It went from consoling back hug to feeling your sexy hunk fiancé up. To the present, you're straddling Mingyu's lap while he’s sucking your nipple, with his right hand on your back and left guiding your hips up & down his cock.
Whilst all of this golden moment unfolded, Mingyu’s still somehow able to take a glance at his iPad, just enough to do his job whilst fucking his beautiful fiancé. That’s right he’s a multitasking king👑
🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “Cuddles don’t hurt either,” Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. “If we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, I’m not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if it’s not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.”
tw/cw. Protected sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, hand job, dry humping, grinding, foreplay, threesome, bathroom sex, using a shower head as a vibrator, multiple sex scenes, multiple reader orgasms, slight cum kink, Cheol cum’s on reader’s chest, size kink, dirty talk, praise, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.3k
🍭 aus. Non idol au, cop au, poly au, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. I know cops are a touchy subject, but I've had this idea for months, and I figured it's fan fiction so hopefully it's just a fun au :)
Prologue
You’re so busy blasting nostalgic break-up music that you’re not paying attention to how fast you’re driving down the speedway. The loud Kelly Clarkson song drowns out your sorrows, but it doesn’t drown out the sound of the siren when a Police car lights up behind you.
“Fuck!” you scream, immediately turning down your stereo and pulling over onto the shoulder of the road.
Your heart is racing in your chest- being pulled over isn’t something you’re used to, and you fumble to roll your window down while two cops exit their vehicle and approach.
You wipe at your eyes, which are tearing up again, and you reach for your purse to pull out your license.
The man standing next to your window leans down to look at you, and you try to flash him a smile. His expression is cold, blank even. “Do you know how fast you were going?” he asks.
Now, your heart sinks. It’s such a direct question, and for some reason it makes you snap. You can feel tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your skin heating in embarrassment at having been caught doing something wrong.
“Officer- I’m so sorry, I don’t know how fast I was going- I just broke up with my stupid ex-boyfriend, and I was listening to some breakup music to distract myself from how I’m feeling, and I wasn’t paying attention-”
The second cop pulls up to your window, and the two of them exchange a glance while you cry and blab your reasoning behind doing something wrong.
“Are you headed home?” the second officer, whose nametag reads ‘KIM’, asks.
“Yeah, I just went to get a bottle of wine, and now I’m going home to drink and watch movies and cry myself to sleep,” you admit, voice shaky.
“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
“No, sir.”
The first officer, ‘CHOI’, sighs, and you see him scan the surrounding freeway. “We’re going to let you off with a warning,” he says finally. “It’s late, there’s hardly anyone driving right now- you were doing the wrong thing by speeding, but it sounds like your day is already pretty shit as it is.”
“Really?” You blink up at him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “No ticket?”
“No ticket,” Choi confirms. “But don’t get caught doing this sort of thing again.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Good luck with your wine and your movies,” Kim nods, and with that, the two officers go back to their vehicle.
You wait patiently, watching them in your rear-view mirror as they pull out and drive past you. Only then do you release a deep breath.
One
“Oops!” You let out a squeak as you turn from the bartop and nearly run straight into someone. Your drink sloshes over the edge of your glass, coating your fingers in fruity liquid.
“My bad,” the tall man immediately apologizes, steadying you with a hand on your hip.
Your eyes meet, and your heart leaps into your throat. It’s not common to see men who are this attractive out and at bars-
“Wait, have we met before?” he asks, brows furrowing in confusion.
“I’d remember if we had,” you retort quickly.
The man cocks his head to the side, and after a moment of studying you, his face lights up. “Wait, I remember! You’re that chick we caught speeding two or three months back! The one who’d just had a breakup!”
Your eyes widen as the memory washes over you. As you look up at this tall man, you realize he’s right. You hadn’t recognized him at first, without his officer hat and uniform he looks much more boyish.
“I’m Mingyu,” the large man says, holding out a hand. Without a second thought, you shake it, which is when you remember your skin is still sticky from your spilled drink.
“Shit, sorry-” you apologize.
Mingyu only laughs. “You’re still a bit of a hot mess, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately,” you agree with a sigh.
“Are you here with people?” he asks next, looking around.
“Waiting on some friends.”
“Want to come join me and Cheol for a bit while you wait?”
“I really couldn’t-” you try to side step the question, but Mingyu insists, and soon, you find yourself seated at a table with the two sexy cops who had let you off with a warning three months ago.
“This is the chick who was speeding, the Kelly Clarkson break-up one,” Mingyu introduces you to his buddy, and you watch recognition blossom over his face.
“Y/N,” you correct, swallowing thickly. “My name is Y/N.”
“Seungcheol,” the stoic cop says, introducing himself. “How’ve you been?”
“Better than that night,” you admit, feeling a little off that they’re so interested in you.
“You’d be surprised how often we pull over girls for speeding after rough breakups,” Mingyu tells you, easing your anxiety a bit. “It must have been a pretty shitty split to have been driving the way you were.”
“It was bad,” you admit with a frown. “In fact… I still don’t think I’m fully over it.”
You’re not sure what’s come over you, what’s bewitched you to the point where you’re divulging your personal secrets to two strangers, and cops no less-
“Fuck your ex,” Seungcheol grunts, taking a sip of his beer.
Mingyu nods. “Fuck your ex.”
You swallow thickly, lifting your drink. “Fuck my ex.”
You wish your voice sounded more confident, but Mingyu flashes you a smile regardless, clinking his beer to your cocktail.
Your shoulders relax a little as you sip on your drink, and Mingyu begins asking you very surface-level questions. It’s clear he’s doing his best to make you feel welcome while you wait for your friends, who arrive after about fifteen minutes of chat.
“Well, my girls are here,” you announce.
“Shame, we were enjoying your company,” Seungcheol muses, and his words make your skin heat. He’s quiet, or at least, not as much of a talker as Mingyu is-
“Hey listen,” Mingyu distracts you, pulling out a pen and paper, where he begins to scribble a few numbers, “you know what they say, the best cure to get over someone is to get under someone else. If you ever need one of us, or both, shoot us a text or something.”
You’re in complete shock as he hands you the slip of paper, wherein two phone numbers and names are written.
“Are you…” you swallow thickly, looking between the men, “is this kind of behavior allowed from cops?”
Mingyu flashes you a wink. “We’re off duty.”
Two
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admit, opening the door to your apartment, allowing Mingyu inside.
He only chuckles, pulling you into a hug. You let out a breath, relaxing against his chest. Once you feel a little more settled he releases you, pinching your cheek gently, in a shockingly affectionate way. “You’re getting over your ex,” Mingyu says softly. “Everyone needs to take that step sometime, I’m just glad you reached out to me instead of some tinder dick head.”
“Yeah, cuz a cop is so much better than some online random,” you roll your eyes.
“I’m definitely better than some online random,” he agrees.
“This isn’t very cop like of you,” you point out, watching Mingyu remove his jacket.
“I’m not just my profession,” Mingyu says smoothly. “I’m a hot blooded male, and you’re a cute girl who needs some rescuing.”
You cock a brow, amused. “Rescuing?”
“Uh huh.”
“And you’re going to rescue me with what? Your cock?” You’re giggling already, and Mingyu joins in.
“Cuddles don’t hurt either,” Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. “If we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, I’m not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if it’s not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.”
You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, going on your tiptoes to press your lips to Mingyu’s. He kisses you back immediately, cupping your cheek with one large hand. It’s a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss that tells you you’re safe, and you realize how right Mingyu is- maybe you just needed a companion, someone to distract you from how lonely single nights can be.
Even so, the two of you make your way to your bedroom, and you find yourself shockingly shy as you invite Mingyu into your bed.
You’re in comfy clothes, but Mingyu isn’t, and he toys with the hem of his shirt as you get under your covers. “Should I take this off?” he asks.
“Whatever you want,” you agree, watching him carefully.
“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he explains.
“It won’t,” you tell him, in fact, you’re curious as to what he looks like under his shirt.
A minute later, you’re rewarded by getting a full view of Mingyu’s beautiful body. He’s all muscle, but it’s not the kind of muscle you gain just in a gym. No, Mingyu has a work hardened physique, what some might identify as practical muscle, and it’s clear he doesn’t skimp on food either. He’s perfectly built, you decide, as he gets into bed next to you, immediately pulling you to his broad chest.
You release a deep breath, one you didn’t know you’d been holding.
A large hand strokes along your back, and Mingyu gives you space to just be quiet and enjoy his presence.
Finally, though, you get to the point where you can’t contain yourself any longer. You look up at him, and Mingyu mirrors the motion. It’s like he can already read you, and you wonder if that’s due to him having a lot of experience with girls, or psychological cue reading as a cop. Either way, he leans down to kiss you, and you melt into it, letting out a pleased groan.
Mingyu returns the sound with one of his own, his tongue gliding across your lip. You open up for him, shifting so you’re half on his chest while the kiss deepens. Mingyu’s hands find your waist, and he pulls you fully on top of him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips.
It’s been so long since you kissed someone, but your body easily picks up the natural instinct again. Mingyu is just so sexy- in no time at all, you’re wriggling on top of him, eager for stimulus against your already aching core.
You find yourself completely relaxed, but completely on edge at the same time. It’s an odd contrast. Mingyu makes you feel comfortable, without fear, and yet- he also sets you on fire in the best of ways. Each touch is like electric shivers across your body, and you can’t help the way you’re moaning from just a bit of kissing and dry humping.
“Wait,” Mingyu’s voice makes you stop, and you pull away, looking down at him with confusion. “I think- before we fuck or anything, I think you should let me eat you out. I bet you’re tired of toys and fingers, and I want tonight to be about making you feel good.”
He’s literally prince charming. Like- how did you ever find this sexy giver.
You swallow thickly. “We can do that.”
Mingyu kisses you again, and then he rolls on top of you, pinning you to the bed. You love the way his hands skim across your body, teasing across your waist and ribcage.
“Can I take your clothes off?” he asks.
“Maybe… uh… maybe just my pants for now?” You’re not sure why you want to leave your shirt on, but that’s the boundary you’re comfortable with right now, and Mingyu doesn’t question it. He presses another kiss to your lips before sliding down you form, hooking his fingers in your sweatpants to drag them down your body.
The large man adjusts between your legs, peppering your newly exposed skin in soft kisses.
Your core is throbbing in your panties, and you bite your lip when his breath fans across your pussy.
“These off next?” he asks, looking up at you.
“Yeah.” The word comes out a whisper, your body tight with suspense.
Mingyu pulls your panties down slowly, and the cool air of the room on your exposed core makes you twitch.
Large hands smooth up your calves and thighs, and Mingyu’s eyes meet yours as he closes the distance to your pussy. You hold your breath, waiting-
The first lick of your clit makes your toes curl, and you moan deeply, earning a smile from the man who’s clearly intent on devouring you.
“I kind of like being told what to do,” Mingyu explains, kissing your inner thigh. “So if you have anything you want me to do, just say something.”
“I will,” you promise, shifting your hips to get your core closer to his face again.
Mingyu takes the motion as a direction in and of itself, and he immediately puts his mouth back on you, but this time, it’s not a kitten lick. There’s no hesitation now, it’s clear you want this, and Mingyu dives in, pressing his tongue into your core.
You groan, thighs already shaking at how good it feels.
Your hands reach down, tangling in his soft hair, and Mingyu releases a moan of his own. The vibration from it goes straight to your clit, and you whimper.
“You’re good at this,” you tell him, doing your best to be verbal, as it’s pretty clear Mingyu’s a verbal sex kind of guy.
He rewards your words by sucking his lips around your clit, flicking at it with his tongue.
“Can you…” you shift slightly, “your fingers-”
Mingyu adjusts, focusing on your clit with his mouth while a finger strokes between your pussy lips. He eases it into your wet core slowly, being gentle with you while ravaging your sensitive bud.
Your eyes close at the feeling, your head thrown back against your pillows. “That’s good-” you tell him, groaning when he slips a second digit into your pussy.
You can feel him smile against your clit, working his fingers up toward your gspot with each calculated thrust.
You’re supposed to be using Mingyu to get over your ex, but you can’t help the way you compare them- how had you ever thought sex with your ex was good? He’d never eaten you out like this- never prioritized your pleasure- fuck, you haven’t even had sex with Mingyu yet, and you’re already convinced it’s going to be mind blowing.
Releasing a breath, you focus on Mingyu, focus on the feeling building deep in your core.
One thrust has Mingyu’s fingers hitting the exact right spot, and you let out a squeal of delight. “Right there- fuck- right there!”
Mingyu does as he’s told, repeatedly hitting the spot that draws you closer to your orgasm with record speed. His mouth on your clit is also pure pleasure, and before you even know it, you’re releasing a groan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck- don’t stop, please-”
Your words break off as your high slams into you, moans of ecstasy escaping as your body surges with pleasure. Your pussy is pulsing deliciously around Mingyu’s fingers and he works you through your orgasm like an absolute champ. He’s unrelenting, fully focused on drawing out your pleasure until you’re practically shaking.
Mingyu pulls away, and you let out a shaky gasp, opening your eyes to look down at the gorgeous man. His expression is one of pure lust, and you watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his palm.
“You taste like peaches, baby,” he tells you, straightening onto his knees at the foot of your bed.
You don’t say anything, you only motion for Mingyu to come closer, and you grab the back of his neck, drawing his lips to yours so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
He moans into the kiss, and you writhe beneath him, hooking your leg over his hip.
Mingyu begins to grind down against you, and you can feel how hard he is in his jeans. You love that eating you out had that kind of effect on him, and you find yourself reaching down to cup his cock.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, breaking the kiss to breathe heavily, pressing his forehead against yours. “Are we going to do this? You can still back out-”
“We’re doing this,” you confirm.
“Okay, give me a sec.” Mingyu pulls away from you and you whimper at the loss. “Wanna take your shirt off now, while I take off my pants?”
“Yeah,” you agree, immediately working on the remainder of your clothing.
You’re naked in seconds, and you watch Mingyu step out of his jeans next to the bed. He’s produced a condom from his pants, and you watch with bated breath while he rolls it onto one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen in person- in fact, it might be the biggest cock, and your core throbs at the mere thought of it.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” you find yourself saying softly, toying with the fact of unprotected sex.
“Me too,” Mingyu breathes. “But, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.”
Leave it to the cop to be safe, you guess that’s a good thing, but part of you sinks at the idea of not being filled with his cum.
Mingyu gets on top of you again, kissing you deeply.
Your legs wrap tight around his body, and with pressure, you prompt him to grind down against your core again.
The feeling of his cock gliding between your soaked pussy lips is amazing- and you do your best to ignore the sensation of the condom.
He kisses you for a long time, until you’re aching for him from the grinding, and finally, you can’t take it anymore. “Please,” you whimper, looking up at him. “I need you.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again while he adjusts ever so slightly, pushing his hand between your bodies so he can grab the base of his cock and line it up with your core.
He starts by rubbing it between your pussy lips, lubricating himself before pushing just the tip inside of you.
You moan against his mouth, shocked at the stretch. It’s clear from Mingyu’s gentle, controlled motions, that he’s used to giving grace for his size, and he slowly works you open more and more, sinking inch after inch of himself into your core.
His kisses are a wonderful distraction, and you focus on relaxing, allowing your body to open up for the large cock.
When his front is flush to your own, his cock completely buried inside of you, you both release groans of pleasure.
The kiss breaks, and you pant against each others lips, opening your eyes to look at each other.
“You good?” he asks.
“Good,” you nod. “You can move.”
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, and after a moment, he begins to fuck you.
Each thrust is euphoria, his cock dragging against your inner walls deliciously. Mingyu begins to kiss you again, and you grab at his strong shoulders, clutching him desperately while he fucks you into your mattress.
“You’re so tight,” Mingyu groans, lips moving to your neck. He licks at your sweet spot, and you shiver, wrapping your legs around him even tighter.
“You’re just so big-” you counter.
“Maybe a bit of both,” he admits with a chuckle.
You don’t mind that you’re in missionary, don’t mind that he fucks you stupid this way- it’s a very intimate position, and once again, the thought of your ex pops back into your mind.
You realize, as the two of you get closer and closer to your highs, that maybe you weren’t ready for this- you don’t regret it, but you’re clearly not over your ex in the way you’d wished you would be at this point.
Maybe Mingyu’s just too soft, too gentle, too domestic-
It’s not his fault, he’s being sweet to you, but maybe sweet isn’t what you needed, not really. It just makes you miss being in a relationship.
The two of you cum together, and you hate that you’re still distracted. You wish you could give all your focus to Mingyu, after all, it’s clear he’s completely zoned in on you, but it is what it is.
If nothing else, he’d distracted you for a little, given you perhaps the best dick and pussy eating of your life- and as the two of you cuddle up to fall asleep, it’s a small blessing at least that you’re not sleeping alone.
Three
You’re at a bar waiting for your takeout when you run into the most unlikely person.
Seungcheol is dressed in work out clothes, a loose shirt, sweatpants, and a baseball cap, but he still looks downright lickable. His strong shoulders- the handsome face only partially hidden by his cap- he’s so recougnizable, and it’s clear he knows who you are too, because he walks over.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” you retort, playing with the straw of your cocktail. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Didn’t expect to see you either,” he admits with a laugh, and you’re delighted at how his smile lights up his face. “You waiting on food?”
“Yeah, just a dinner order, figured I’d get one drink while waiting.”
He nods. “I’m waiting for food too. Just came from the gym, didn’t feel like cooking.”
“I get that,” you agree, looking down at your drink.
“You eating alone tonight?” he asks. “We could always just ask the kitchen to switch our orders, you know, get a table, eat here.”
“Are you asking me to have dinner with you?” you grin.
“If you’re up for that sort of thing,” he shrugs.
“You know what?” You let out a sigh. “Let’s do it.”
Seungcheol grins, and after talking with the bartender, you find him leading you over to a booth, having sorted everything out.
He’s got a beer now, and you’re enthralled with the way he looks while taking a sip.
He’s just so masculine- you’re extremely attracted to Seungcheol. He’d been kind of scary while dressed in work attire, but this gym outfit is much more your style.
“So,” he starts, releasing a breath. “Heard you saw Mingyu last week.”
Your skin heats with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah.”
“Don’t be shy,” Seungcheol grins, reaching across the table to nudge your hand. “I don’t judge. He’s my best friend, and we talk, so of course he mentioned it.”
“And now… you’re having dinner with me,” you point out.
Seungcheol shrugs. “Mingyu’s not the jealous type.”
“Are you?”
Seungcheol leans back against the booth, cocking his head to the side. He grins, and it’s one of the sexiest expressions you’ve ever seen. “I can be,” he admits. “It depends on the situation.”
You swallow thickly, reaching for your drink, in need of some sort of reprieve for the way your throat has gotten dry. “Do you and Mingyu do this a lot?” you find yourself asking.
“Do what a lot?”
“Go after the same girl?” you clarify.
Seungcheol takes a moment, and you can tell he’s deep in thought about how to approach this line of questioning. “It’s happened once before,” he admits. “Definitely not a regular thing.”
“Tell me about last time,” you suggest, interested in the story now.
“Not much to say,” Seungcheol shrugs. “He and I have been friends forever. In university there was this one girl, she wanted us both so we figured it would be interesting.”
“Was it? Interesting?”
Seungcheol flashes you a dark look, the kind of look that says ‘are you serious?’
“It was fun,” he says finally. “But, the conditions have to be perfect for sharing to work.”
You’re about to ask for more details, but your waitress comes over with your food, so you put your questions on the back burner.
Seungcheol had ordered a salad with four extra chicken breasts, and you stare at him in shock for a while.
“What?” he asks, taking a bite.
“I’ve just never seen someone order greens and four orders of chicken,” you admit.
“It’s good for you,” Seungcheol insists. “Protein.”
You look down at your rice bowl, letting out a sigh.
“Bet you’re wishing you’d got what I got,” Seungcheol teases.
“Never,” you laugh.
“Anyways, I bet you’re wondering about the conditions that make threesomes work,” Seungcheol sighs, returning to the topic at hand.
“I’ll admit, I’m curious. When you and Mingyu gave me your numbers, you did say I could have both of you if I wanted.”
“You still can, but I wouldn’t be shocked if you wanted to stick it with Mingyu. It wouldn’t offend me. He’s better with girls than I am.” You love how direct Seungcheol is about this, and it shows a good sense of self for him to be able to admit he’s not as much of a lady killer as his friend.
“Why do you think he’s better with girls?” you inquire.
“Most girls like that whole puppy dog thing. He’s a giver, and I respect that.”
“And you’re not a giver?” you toy, cocking a brow.
“More of a taker really,” Seungcheol admits, flashing you a grin. “If you’re interested in that sort of thing.”
“Honestly?” You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the booth. “That might be just what I need right now.”
Four
Seungcheol’s mouth is hot on yours before you’re even inside your apartment. He’s all teeth and tongue and grabby, greedy hands. But there’s something so exciting about him as he pushes your front door closed with his foot, wrapping you up in his strong arms and lifting you off the floor, prompting your legs around his hips.
There’s no talking, no assuring you that you don’t have to fuck-
You know you’re both here to fuck each other’s brains out, and it makes things simple as he carries you to your room.
To your surprise, however, he doesn’t take you to your bed. “Where’s your shower?” he asks, breaking the kiss to look around.
“Through there,” you point to the door to your ensuite, and Seungcheol follows your directions. Once in the bathroom, he sets you on the sink, and you flash him a questioning look.
“I showered at the gym, but still,” Seungcheol says, tearing his shirt off from the back of the neck. “I feel like shower sex is a good way to go about this.”
“I don’t usually like shower sex,” you point out.
“Well, you will with me, baby, trust me on that.” Seungcheol slips out of his sweatpants and briefs, his cock rising to attention. “Come here,” he instructs, pulling you off the sink.
His lips are feverish on your own, and he undresses you as quickly as he’d undressed himself. His hands grope your breasts, and he leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth while you thread your fingers through his hair.
“Now turn the shower on,” he commands.
You step toward the shower, following through- and you feel Seungcheol’s hulking, built body behind your own. His chest presses to your back, and his hands begin to explore your form while the water heats.
You tilt your head to give him access to your throat while one hand massages your breast, and the other slips down to your core, teasing through your pussy lips.
“Wet already,” he muses with a grin. “Mingyu said you’re a sensitive one.”
A tingle of sinful delight rushes through you.
You wonder how many details Mingyu shared- you wonder if Seungcheol’s been eager to get a taste of you for himself.
The water begins to steam, and with a nudge, Seungcheol prompts you inside. He joins you quickly, pinning you to the wall while his lips devour your own.
He breaks the kiss a short time later, looking up at your detachable shower head, then a grin spreads across his face. “Guess I can be a giver today, but don’t tell anyone,” he teases, taking the shower head off.
You’re not even shocked when he brings it between your thighs, wet pressure surging up against your clit while you squeal in shock.
Seungcheol bends down, capturing your nipple between his lips again.
“Fuck, this feels good-” you groan, gasping and grinding down against the shower head.
“I’ll let you cum first, because when it’s my turn, it’s my turn,” he warns.
“Whatever you want,” you tell him, enjoying the way his mouth returns to your breasts.
He’s so rough, but it feels so good as the pressure from the shower continues on your clit. The dual feeling of his lips around your nipple, and the pressure on your sensitive bud has you getting close to the edge shockingly fast.
Seungcheol - like Mingyu - seems able to read you, and he adjusts, bringing a hand between your thighs. Two fingers slip into your wet core, and he focuses on applying the water to your clit while he begins to finger fuck you.
“Fuck,” you groan, clawing at the wall, trying to stay standing while he works you closer and closer-
“Want to see you cum,” he says. “Want to see you come undone on this fucking shower head and my fingers before I take what’s mine.”
Your stomach flip flops at the possessive tone, your breath coming out in a shocked gasp.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?” Seungcheol asks. “Tonight, you’re mine. Don’t want you thinking about Mingyu, or that stupid fucking ex of yours. It’s just you and me, and if I see you drifting, I’ll bring you right back here, with me, got it?”
“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.
“Such a good girl for me, grinding against my hand-” he groans. “I can see how close you are.” He leans forward, his lips ghosting past your ear. “I’ll admit though, I’m not a very patient man.”
Your skin tingles at his words, and you find yourself reaching for his cock, using the water as lubrication as you begin to stroke him off.
“That’s it,” Seungcheol says, voice low. “I be good to you, you be good to me, that’s the way this should be, don’t you think?”
“Uh huh,” you nod, closing your eyes as your abdominal muscles tense, warning you of your oncoming orgasm.
“Squeezing me so good, come on, baby, cum on my fingers.”
Seungcheol’s hand works even harder, digits stroking your sweet spot- and that’s all you need to be thrown over the edge.
You let out a strangled gasp, your orgasm slamming into you.
“That’s it,” Seungcheol groans, pressing his forehead against yours while he works you through your high. “Keep cumming for me, baby.”
You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to- your entire body is Seungcheol’s to control, and he prolongs your orgasm until you’re a shaking mess.
You can hardly stand, but that doesn’t matter, Seungcheol puts the shower head back and simply picks you up. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he explains, sinking you onto his cock and releasing a hissing sound of pleasure, “so I’m just going to have to pull out and paint your chest.”
“Whatever you want,” you tell him, drawing his lips to your own as he begins to fuck you against the wall of your shower.
His fingers dig into your thighs, and he uses you to his own pleasure, fucking you like a mad man. He’s so strong- and you feel like some weightless doll in his grip. His lips are hot against your own, and his moans are some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard.
There aren’t any thoughts in your head as he uses you in an animalistic, almost primal way, and you love every second of it, your sensitive pussy clenching tight around his aching cock.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans. “You’re pussy’s too good, gonna cum.” He pulls out of you abruptly, and you sink to your knees on your shower floor, looking up at him. “That’s a good girl,” he tells you, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to roughly stroke it. “Push those pretty tits up for me.”
You do as you’re told, watching Seungcheol- the way his bicep and abdominal muscles flex with each strained stroke of his rock hard cock.
He’s a fucking vision, and you don’t mind him using the sight of you to his own end- in fact, when he releases a strangled groan, throwing his head back as his hot seed shoots out across your tits, you kind of realize you love this.
His large thighs flex, his entire muscular body alive as his orgasm washes over him.
He works himself through it, and finally stops, hand falling to his side while the other reaches out to press to the wall. He looks down at you, offering you that sexy smile. “Good girl.”
Five
You’d given it a week of thought, and now here you are, looking at both Mingyu and Seungcheol as they stand in your kitchen.
“Are you sure you want this?” Mingyu asks, ever the softie of the two.
“She wants this,” Seungcheol confirms, looking you up and down. “She’s probably wanted this since the moment you said she could have us both.”
“It’s a big step,” Mingyu points out.
“It’s the ultimate distraction,” Seungcheol counters.
You let out a sigh, opening your robe to reveal the lingerie underneath. “Let’s do this.”
Seungcheol moves first, stepping forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck, drawing your lips to his. You kiss him desperately, cognizant of Mingyu watching. It feels amazing to have the attention of two gorgeous men, and you feel downright elated as Seungcheol lifts you off the ground and begins to carry you to your room.
You watch Mingyu over Seungcheol’s shoulder, and he follows closely.
“How do you want to do this?” the taller one asks as you make it to your bed, where Seungcheol tosses you down.
“No condoms,” you respond.
Both men laugh, exchanging glances. “Baby wants to be full, huh?” Seungcheol asks.
“So full,” you agree.
“I think we can deal with that,” Mingyu grins. “Any other requests?”
You swallow thickly. “Whatever you want.”
Mingyu and Seungcheol look at each other again, and the taller one shrugs. “I’ll go first,” Seungcheol decides.
“Sounds good to me,” Mingyu agrees.
The two nod at each other, and then they both begin to strip. They get down to their boxers quickly, and Seungcheol joins you on the bed first, making you face him on your knees as he captures your lips with his own. His hands are everywhere, massaging and groping-
A second set of hands joins the first as the bed dips, signaling Mingyu’s arrival behind you. His soft lips find your throat, and you moan at the sensation of two sets of mouths on you.
Their touch is everywhere now, but it’s clearly Seungcheol who pulls your panties down, rubbing your wet pussy while Mingyu works on your bra.
“So wet for us,” Seungcheol groans. “She’s been wanting this for ages, Gyu- haven’t you, baby?”
“For too long,” you agree with a whimper, looking up at him.
Now it’s Mingyu’s turn to moan a sound of appreciation, and he pushes your bra off your body, hands immediately cupping your breasts. His fingers pinch at your nipples and you moan desperately, pushing your ass back against him-
Fuck, Mingyu’s already hard, his cock straining against your butt-
Seungcheol captures your attention again, kissing you as his fingers push into your core, crooking up to hit your sweet spot.
You’re so wet- with each stroke, you can hear your juices on Seungcheol’s fingers, and it sets your entire body on fire.
It feels like nothing else you’ve ever experienced to be captured between these two gorgeous men- there are absolutely zero thoughts in your head, you’re so overtaken by this wordless need-
“Fuck this,” Seungcheol says. “I’m not huge on foreplay, need to fuck you.”
Mingyu snickers behind you, it’s clear which of the two men is better at patience, and you suppose that’s why the taller of the two men gets to go second. You can’t imagine making Seungcheol wait his turn, but that’s part of what’s so endearing about him.
“Here’s how it’s going to go,” Seungcheol sighs. “I’ll fuck you doggy, Mingyu can be under you, and as soon as I’m done, he can get his turn, sounds good?”
“Sounds perfect,” you admit.
Seungcheol leans close, his lips ghosting over your own when he says, “Then be a good girl and get into position for me.”
All three of you stip the last bit of clothing from your bodies, and you’re quick to get on top of Mingyu. He immediately kisses you, cupping your cheek as you grind down against his cock- you’re trying to be patient for Seungcheol, but patience, it would seem, is a strong suit that neither of you have.
“If you put his cock inside of you, I’m going to prep your ass,” Seungcheol warns, and you pause your writhing on top of Mingyu. “That’s what I thought.”
Two hands roughly grip your hips, and Seungcheol pulls you up, off of Mingyu. A cock glides between your pussy lips, and Seungcheol smooths his palm along your back. “Be good for us,” he warns before slipping into your wet core.
You let out a moan, resting your head against Mingyu’s chest while he strokes you, holding you close. He nuzzles at the crown of your head, a gentle contrast to the man who begins fucking into you.
You’re kind of obsessed with the duality- the dichotomy of the two men is enough to keep you satisfied and on edge, enraptured with the act of making love in this way.
It’s clear already that you’re kind of in love with threesomes- there’s just something about this, or maybe- there’s just something about Mingyu and Seungcheol.
Seungcheol’s hands are rough on your hips, pulling you back to every thrust, and you finally relax enough to be able to kiss Mingyu again. His lips are desperate against your own, and his cock presses up between your bodies- you can’t help but grab at it, stroking him off in time with Seungcheol’s thrusts.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, rutting up to meet you.
“You’re being too nice on him,” Seungcheol muses, and you can hear his smile.
Neither you nor Mingyu respond, too busy kissing to care.
It’s clear, after a few seconds, that Seungcheol doesn’t enjoy being ignored, because one of his hands snakes around your body, fingers finding your clit.
“Shit-” you whimper, breaking your kiss as pleasure surges through you.
“Knew that would get your attention,” Seungcheol says smugly, rubbing you even harder.
“You gonna cum for us?” Mingyu asks, lips attaching to your neck, one hand groping your breast while you continue to stroke him off.
“Yeah, I’m close-” you gasp, pussy tensing, clenching tight around Seungcheol, who groans deeply at the feeling.
You feel so perfectly taken care of, two men working your body closer and closer to the edge until your orgasm takes over. You release a strangled whimper, body surging with white hot energy that pulses through you like an electric shock.
Seungcheol lets out his own sound of pleasure, and his thrusts falter ever so slightly- then he goes as hard as he’s ever gone before. Each rut is skin on skin as his hips hit your ass, and you can tell from his rough panting that he’s just about to tip over the edge too-
He cums with a deep groan, and the sound makes your pussy flutter even harder as ropes of cum coat your insides, filling you perfectly.
You’re fucked practically stupid, reduced to animal instinct as you stay captured between two large bodies. All you can do is stay on shaking thighs, crouched over Mingyu, as Seungcheol finishes up and pulls out of you with a “Fuck.”
“My turn?” Mingyu asks, stroking your cheek to get your attention.
“Yeah, fuck- fill me up even more,” you whimper.
“You got it, baby,” Mingyu grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock to line it up with your pussy. He helps you down onto him, and you moan.
You’re still tight from your orgasm, but it’s substantially easier to take Mingyu after having just enjoyed Seungcheol’s girth- and the cum inside of you helps with the lubrication. You’re fully seated on Mingyu’s cock not a moment later, and you both moan from the sensation.
His lips attack your own, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he begins to thrust up into you.
You’re too weak to ride him, but from the way Mingyu bucks with the energy of a stallion, you doubt he cares.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans against your mouth. “You feel so good, baby.”
“You feel good too,” you tell him, words shaky as they escape you.
“She’s cock drunk already,” Seungcheol muses, and you hear him heading to the bathroom to clean up while Mingyu has his way with you.
“Are you cock drunk, baby?” Mingyu asks, pausing to look up at you with lust filled eyes.
“So good,” you whimper.
Mingyu grins. “Definitely cock drunk.” He cups your cheek, drawing your lips back to his own. He rolls you over so you’re now on your back, and then he sits up onto his knees. “Can you get onto your side for me, gonna push your leg up to your chest and fuck you like that.”
You do as you’re told, shifting into the position. Mingyu grabs your thigh, anchoring himself as he begins to rail into you. He has more maneuverability in this position than when you’d been on top, and he hits as deep as anyone has ever hit before, making you whimper and claw at the sheets.
“You look so good like this,” Mingyu tells you. “Being so good for us.”
“Mingyu-” you whimper.
“I know, I’m close too,” he promises.
Each thrust is hitting a spot that has your toes curling, and you’re quickly working your way to another high, pussy still sensitive from Seungcheol.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, digging his fingers into your thigh as he holds you open for himself. “Can’t cum till you do- fuck, wanna feel you squeezing my cock-”
“Gonna fill me up,” you whimper.
“Gonna fill you to the fucking brim, baby,” Mingyu agrees.
You close your eyes, so overwhelmed by pleasure-
“Let me fill you, come on, cum with me baby,” Mingyu urges, and that’s all it takes for you to explode on his cock.
He releases a grunt, fingers gripping you tight as he falls over the edge with you, fucking you roughly through your dual highs. You love how you can just relax as pleasure like you’ve never felt before surges through you- both men take care of you in their own ways, and this is what heaven must feel like.
But all good things must come to an end, and slowly, Mingyu’s motions begin to falter. He collapses half on top of you, breathing heavily as his lips eagerly seek yours out.
“Well aren’t you two cute,” Seungcheol’s voice makes you both laugh, pulling away from each other.
“Is that jealousy in your tone, Seungcheol?” you tease.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Jealousy doesn’t work if you’re planning to do threesomes with the same three people more than once.”
“Oh, are we doing this again?” you ask.
Seungcheol grins. “Baby, what do you think?”
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You’re standing at the bartop waiting for your drink when hands grab at your hips. You’re pulled back to a broad chest, and lips press to your throat, prompting you to tilt your head and grin. “Cheol,” you breathe, “what are you doing?”
“Keeping track of my prisoner,” he muses, grabbing at the orange jumper you’re wearing. “Can’t let my dirty little prison escapee out of my sight.”
It had been his idea to dress as cops and a prisoner for Halloween- and you think there must be some sort of rule against Seungcheol and Mingyu wearing their actual uniforms as costumes on a night like this- but fuck, they look so good in their navy blue.
You know you look good too, the orange jumper isn’t revealing per se, but it’s tight in the right places, and Seungcheol is feral for you regardless of what you’re wearing… or not wearing.
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summary: after a devastating breakup, your brother’s best friend is looking for a place to stay, and ever the saint, your brother offers your shared apartment. you don’t mind, not really. you just feel really sad for him.
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warnings: brother’s best friend trope, mingyu is the brother, seungcheol is in the trenches, reader is overworked. fluff, angst, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of healthcare and the hospital, implications of depression, banter verging on slightly mean, reader shows avoidant behavior, seungcheol comes off as a bit of an asshole
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Your car beeps as you lock it, blinking twice before going dark. You sigh and hitch your bag higher up your shoulder with your hand before rounding around the car to enter the building. The sun rose a while ago, but the sky is still mellow with morning glow. Your legs feel heavy, and you are not surprised in the least by it, of course. Working a 24 hour shift does that to a person.
The elevator dings as it lets out on your floor. You fumble with the keys and your hilariously large keychain for a bit (it is cute though, you will defend your little trinkets till the end of time), before pushing the door open, the metal of your water bottle clanking against the wood. You toe your shoes off quickly, entering the living room, already thinking about just dropping starfished on your bed and not moving for the rest of the day.
You stop short when you catch sight of the figure on the couch, swathed in blankets and chewing loudly on something. There’s a crinkle of plastic as he reaches his hand into the bag of chips, putting two more in his mouth. He doesn’t notice that you are in the room until you set your bottle down on the table next to the couch, and the sound startles him. His wide, almond shaped eyes blink up at you, brown hair catching on his eyelashes. You distinctly notice the bags under his eyes. In the distance, you can hear the shower running.
“Why are you awake?” You ask. “It’s 8 in the morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” His voice is hoarse, probably from disuse for the entire night, and you balk at him.
“You haven’t slept at all?” You drop heavily on the couch next to him. He doesn’t reply, turning back to the screen. A rerun of some sitcom is playing on it. Nothing that requires his attention that much. You sigh. Is there really any point in talking to him? More importantly, is it your place?
There’s clinking and clatter coming from the bathroom, and the sound of water running has stopped. You look up when Mingyu exits, and a cloud of steam follows him out. His hair is dripping wet, but his button up shirt is saved from it by the towel he has draped over his shoulders. He is likely getting ready for work. He smiles at you and makes a beeline for the kitchen. You follow him, leaving his friend on the couch, still engrossed in whatever he is so interested in.
“He didn’t sleep all night.” You say in lieu of a greeting and Mingyu sighs, tinkering with the coffee machine until it hums.
“I know. I found him like that at like, 2 in the morning.”
You stare at your brother, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “How long is this going to go on?”
He pours the coffee into a mug, a dejected look on his face, shrugging. “She broke his heart. He loved her so much, you know? He’s taking it pretty badly.”
“But he has to try and get on with his life.”
Mingyu gives you a look. “I’m not kicking him out.”
You raise your hands immediately in a pacifying action. “I didn’t mean that at all! He can stay as long as he wants. But rotting in front of the TV isn’t healthy.”
Mingyu is halfway through his coffee already, polishing off the breakfast bar he grabbed. He gave you a teasing smirk.
“Then fix him. You’re the doctor.”
You roll your eyes, walking away from him. “I might have to. Since you’re absolutely no help.”
You don’t mean the words at all, and Mingyu knows it. Your brother is fiercely loyal to his friends, and he had been the first person that Seungcheol came to after his catastrophic breakup with Jiyu, his fiancée. While Seungcheol didn’t necessarily run in the same circles as you, owing to the age difference and separate career paths after high school, you found out about everything from Mingyu when you came home from the hospital one day to find the door of your spare bedroom wide open, a stationary lump on top of the bed and a suitcase in the living room, still unpacked.
You were more than okay with Seungcheol crashing with you after Mingyu explained everything. They had been having problems for a while, it amalgamated into a huge fight, Seungcheol had to move out, yadda yadda. That was three weeks ago. In those three weeks, the only progress Seungcheol made towards getting back to normal life was going from wallowing in the bedroom to wallowing on the living room couch. Mingyu claims it’s a huge step, and encourages Seungcheol every day. But deep down, you know he is worried for his best friend. So by extension, you are worried for him too.
It has been this way since you were kids. Seungcheol was Mingyu’s first friend in elementary school. You remember being barely 10, finding yourself on the back porch, watching them bounce around the backyard with a volleyball. Every few minutes, you would beg Mingyu to let you join them, which he would stubbornly refuse. They were already in their teens, five years older than you, while you were still a kid in their eyes. So you watched from the sidelines, entertaining yourself as a spectator.
It almost feels like you’re spectating as an adult too, watching as Mingyu flits around Seungcheol, trying to make him feel better without imposing too much. You can’t blame him for not knowing what to do. What’s the protocol for how to treat someone who broke up with the love of his life after seven years? Neither of you know. So that leaves you in this limbo of watching and wanting to do something, and ending up doing nothing at all.
It’s painful to see Seungcheol still on the couch when you wake up that afternoon. This time, the TV is being ignored while he scrolls through his phone. You just sigh and head to the kitchen, contemplating what you could do for him, if anything at all. You have to try something, because while Seungcheol is primarily Mingyu’s friend, he has been a constant part of your life for nearly two decades. You would almost count him as your own friend too.
You make two helpings of lunch that day, carrying the plates to the couch where Seungcheol is curled up under a blue fleece blanket.
“Scooch.” You instruct, and he straightens with a wince. You hold a plate out for him and he takes it, slightly surprised.
“You cooked for me?”
“Don’t get used to it.” You reply, voice muffled by the spoonful you had already shoved into your mouth. “I don’t have time to cook, usually.”
He digs into the food without answering, and for a few seconds, it’s silent as you stare blankly at the TV.
“It’s really good.” He says quietly. You falter for a second, looking at him.
His eyebags are just as bad, if not worse. His lips are a little chapped, and he looks paler than usual. Figures. He’s been living like a hermit for weeks. You almost wish he didn’t work from home, because at least an in-person office would give him an excuse to get out of the house.
“Seungcheol.” You begin.
He sighs almost imperceptibly, and you wouldn’t catch it if you weren’t analyzing him so closely. You imagine he is preparing himself for another pep talk, telling him everything will be okay, and that he’s doing great and he can do even better. He doesn’t stop eating.
“You look like shit, man. When was the last time you showered?”
He starts, mouth paused mid chew to look at you. You stare right back, face blank. Finally, Seungcheol snorts.
“At least you didn’t say I’m doing a great job by getting out of bed.”
You pout in response, feeling miffed on behalf of your brother. “Hey! He’s trying his best.”
He sighs. “I know, I know.”
“I know you’re trying your best, too.”
He gives you a soft smile, and you can’t help but smile back. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him express anything close to happiness. Though, you’re sure he is still pretty far off.
“You know,” you begin. “My hospital is doing a free medical camp this weekend. Routine check ups, eye exams, breast exams, the whole nine yards.”
You nudge him. “We are looking for as many hands as possible to help out with logistics, organization, documentation. We’re taking non-medical volunteers too.”
Seungcheol seems to be in an internal battle with himself at your implication. You sigh as you remember how much he used to love getting out of the house. He couldn’t sit still for the life of him.
He has always loved sports. Football, basketball, volleyball. He liked being active and awake. Seungcheol was the kind of person who went to the gym six days a week. Even when he didn’t feel good, he would still go and do light exercise. He always said that being consistent was important. Between him and your brother, you were also a regular visitor at their gym. Of course, ever since your workload ramped up, you had dropped it. You were running around the hospital all day, that was enough activity for you.
Still, you were human. You had eyes. And watching Seungcheol at the gym was always a treat. He was crazy strong, even more so than your giant of a brother. And when you saw him lifting impossible weights at the gym, you could see how he got the strength he possessed.
Seeing him at present, small under the blankets and sickly pale, you missed his active, motivated side.
“It will be good for you. I promise.”
Seungcheol contemplates for a little bit, and finally gives you a slow nod.
………………….
You don’t remember where the days went, a flurry of hospital shifts, beeping monitors, the smell of disinfectant and stacks of papers outlining how the camp was going to run. You were assigned to patient histories and triage, one of the more difficult things to do, in your opinion. Usually people came to these camps with a wide variety of complaints, and sorting them out could take a while, which is less than ideal when you’ve got a huge volume of people to get through.
It’s still better than the counseling desk. Small mercies, you suppose.
You all but forget about the offer you made to Seungcheol until he knocks on your bedroom door the night before. He looks almost sheepish as he asks you for when he needs to be there the next morning. You blink twice, confused, before suddenly remembering.
“Oh right! The camp. You can come with me. I leave at 8 o’clock.” You offer. “We asked all volunteers to come early so they can help set up.”
He nods. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”
He gives you a tiny smile which looks more like a grimace. You watch him meander back to his room. You notice how his shoulders sag, different from the confident way he carries himself usually. You wonder, once again, how bad the breakup must have been to leave him such a mess. He almost doesn’t feel like the Seungcheol you know at all.
You are happy he asked, though. It is initiative, at least. He could’ve easily just skipped.
Mingyu is thrilled when he hears the next day that Seungcheol is volunteering. He is so over the moon, in fact, that he offers to make you two a nice breakfast while you get ready. Something fancier than cereal or an apple. You wholeheartedly agree, watching him work while waiting for Seungcheol to finish up in the bathroom. When he emerges, he looks more human than he has in weeks. He is wearing a simple white T-shirt and pants, but his hair is smoothed off his forehead instead of all over the place, and his face has a bit more color than usual. You give him a smile, which he returns.
Breakfast is pancakes, which Mingyu manages to whip up from scratch. Both you and Seungcheol fill up quickly after you get ready. Nothing fancy for you, just regular black scrubs. You glance at the clock, announcing that you have to leave so you can get there early. Seungcheol pockets his phone and wallet, tugging on a pair of comfortable shoes (you had warned him that he might have to stand for long hours). The car ride is mostly you going over some explanations, telling him where you will be and roughly what he has to do.
“Joshua from Admin has the specifics.” You say. “I’ll introduce you to him as soon as we get there.”
Joshua is calmer than you expected when you arrive, considering you are only about an hour from starting. Usually by this point, he is frantic, running around with a fire lit under his ass, but he even has time to look up from his tablet and smile as you introduce him to Seungcheol.
“Looks like things are going well.” You look around. There’s many people already there, arranging chairs and tables, running around with stacks of papers and tags.
Joshua nods and you can see the pride in his expression. “Smoothest they’ve gone in years.”
“Don’t jinx it.” You warn. He only shrugs.
Joshua quickly puts Seungcheol to work, and you trek to your station, looking down at the paper bracelets on your desk, color coded to divide people into what kind of care they need. You hear the sound of metal clacking and turn around when someone stops next to you.
“Looks like we’re paired together.” Soonyoung grins. He is dressed in sky blue scrubs, holding blood pressure monitoring apparatus, the kind with wheels that he can drag around to his comfort. You smile back and fist bump him, happy that your partner for the day is someone you get along with so swimmingly.
Soonyoung is the charge nurse in the ER. While you weren’t an ER doctor anymore, you often got called down there for consults, and you spent many months on rotation there a couple of years ago. Soonyoung was probably the most competent healthcare worker you had ever met. He was dedicated, had the stamina of a bull, and worked fast. His years of ER experience meant he was efficient. No wonder he got assigned to Triage. Today was a normal day of chaos for him.
You catch up with him as you set up the desk in a way that could smooth out the patient flow best for both of you. He tells you above the turnover in the ER. Who is currently the biggest pain in his ass and who is a diamond in the rough. You spot Seungcheol in the distance, carrying a stack of plastic chairs. He is engaged in conversation with someone you don’t recognize, a guy with a baseball cap and a clipboard. You are a little relieved that he has managed to busy himself and get along with someone. Maybe it can help get his mind off his problems.
When camp officially starts, your mind is completely occupied by the flurry of patient complaints and vitals. Soonyoung helps the best he can, taking vitals, slapping on bracelets and being vocal to keep the line moving. It’s hours and hours of constant work, but extremely fulfilling as well. By the time someone announces that they are closing up, you have a tired smile on your face while Soonyoung whoops. He looks just as active as when he started, and it makes you shake your head.
“You astound me.”
“In a good way?”
You roll your eyes. “Of course in a good way!”
He grins so wide that his eyes turn into cute slits, and you laugh. You look up when Seungcheol walks up to your desk, and you beam up at him.
“Hi!”
Soonyoung looks at him questioningly, so you introduce Seungcheol to him quickly. They shake hands, and Soonyoung uses that moment to stand up and stretch.
“I’m gonna go find Jihoon.” He tells you. “See you around!”
Seungcheol sits down on the chair Soonyoung just evacuated and sighs. You give him a sympathetic look.
“Tired?”
He shakes his head. “No, no. It was nice. I enjoyed it.”
You feel relief wash over you. “I’m glad. See? I told you it would be great for you!”
“You said good.”
“And it exceeded my promise. So I win.”
“Win what?”
“Nothing. Shut up.”
He laughs then, for the first time in ages, and you can’t help but stare. His cheeks dimple with the force of it, and his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it away, but it just flops right back. Classic Seungcheol move. You realise you really had missed seeing him like this.
By the time you had landed in university in the same city as your brother, both him and Seungcheol had already graduated. Your parents thought it would be better to live with Mingyu instead of on campus, since you weren’t far from it anyway. While you adjusted to student life, you watched Seungcheol flit in and out of your apartment, busy with trying to enter the corporate world. He was single back then, though not for long since he met Jiyu quite soon after that.
He loved giving you annoying, unsolicited advice about university, despite medical school being vastly different to whatever his experience was. You told him that multiple times, but he conveniently ignored it in favor of regaling you with tales of what he called his “golden college days”.
“Let me paint you a picture.” He started, throwing a heavy arm around your shoulder. You scowled in return, trying and failing to shrug him off.
“I don’t wanna hear it, Cheol.”
“Yes you do. Now listen-”
And you would listen. Because despite the premise sounding ridiculous, he did manage to enthrall you. Often his stories would be embarrassing Mingyu moments, which you cracked up at while your brother whined at him to stop. Seungcheol would just grin down at you, dimples interrupting the smoothness of his porcelain skin, eyes like crescent moons.
If he hadn’t started dating so soon after, you might have developed a little bit of a crush on this grown up, confident version of him.
“Alright.” You slap your hands on your thighs before standing up and stretching. “What do you want for dinner? My treat.”
He raises a thick eyebrow at you. “Absolutely not.”
“You don’t want dinner?” You frown.
“I do. But you’re not paying.”
You roll your eyes, both of you starting your walk to the parking lot. “Come off it. I’m a grown woman.”
“I know. You’re still not paying.”
You give in, because there’s no arguing with Seungcheol. He is stubborn to a fault almost, especially when he wants to get his way. Restaurants seem like too much of a hassle so you opt for fast food, picking up food at a drive thru and then eating in your car. Waiting to get home would mean the food would get cold. Neither of you want to risk it.
“Who was that guy you were talking to at the camp?” You ask him as you hold your burger out for him to pour more of the side sauce on.
“What guy?” He asks, drizzling it on before going back to his own food. His voice is muffled from the bite he took.
“Baseball cap. Kinda long-ish hair?”
Recognition passes over his features. “Oh, that was Jeonghan. He works with Legal at your hospital.”
You smile teasingly. “Aw, you made a friend.”
Seungcheol pulls a face at you. “Am I your kid? Cut it out.”
You continue, goading him. “You had such a big day. Got out of the house, made a friend.”
He shoves you playfully, and you laugh. He’s grinning, and you know you haven’t gone too far. Seungcheol loves playful ribbing. It’s his favorite way of joking around.
“You’re an ass.” He mutters, shaking his head in exasperation. You stick your tongue out at him.
After the meal, Seungcheol begins claiming about feeling stuffy as you drive home, and you suggest that you two go for a walk when you get back and park the car. He agrees, and you find yourself trudging down the sidewalk, breathing in the cool air. It’s still warm enough during the days to make you sweat, but the nights are gradually getting colder, and you revel in the goosebumps forming on your skin.
“Is that new?” Seungcheol points to the shop next to the corner one, a small nook that is advertising hotpot and noodles. You tilt your head in confusion.
“I think it is. I don’t recognize it.”
He sighs. “Oh man. I’m gonna miss the bakery.”
You hum, thinking back to the little place that you loved grabbing donuts, muffins and coffee at. “Their chocolate fudge brownies were so good.”
He groans. “Stop, my mouth is watering. I used to come here so often.”
You two stare at the new blaring neon sign for a little while longer. You remember distinctly when Seungcheol would pick up sweet treats from the bakery on his way to visit Mingyu, and you by extension. He would complain that his gym efforts were going to waste while simultaneously shoving a brownie into his mouth. You would scold him for having no self control while doing the same.
It’s funny. It feels like a lifetime ago.
“What happened, Cheol?” You speak into the quiet dark, standing illuminated by the hotpot place. He doesn’t ask for clarification on what you mean. It seems he already knows.
“I think about that every day.” His voice is soft. “She just….. checked out. Said she didn’t know if she wanted to get married to me.”
You suppress a scoff. “Thats ridiculous. Who else would she marry if not you?”
He shrugs, but doesn’t say anything.
“I know you still love her, but this is completely on her. She broke you guys up for no good reason. She always knew you wanted marriage at some point. So what was the point of getting engaged just to let you go?”
He still doesn’t speak, but does put a hand on your back, coaxing you to turn around so you can begin your slow walk back. He seems to mull over his words, before finally vocalizing them.
“I go back and forth between being angry and upset.” He mutters. “I keep trying to think about what exactly I did. What the last straw was.”
You grip his forearm tight, enough to make him look at you. You give him a stern look.
“Don’t you dare blame yourself. You’re the whole package, Choi Seungcheol. It’s not your fault that she can’t see that.”
He shrugs again, staring at the ground as he walks. You don’t say anything more. You’ve made your feelings perfectly clear. He can do with it what he wants to. Or he can do nothing at all. Deep down, you pray that today is a stepping stone to him getting back to normal life again. You make a mental note to tell Mingyu to ask Seungcheol to go to the gym together. Given his momentum, he might actually say yes.
………………………
The worst thing about working in healthcare is the gaps it creates in your social life.
Like right now, for example. After the night where Seungcheol talked to you about his feelings (sort of), you don’t see him for a week, since you have two 24 hour shifts in between regular working hours, and only have the day off six days later. You see him fleetingly, once in the morning on your way to work when he is already on a Zoom work meeting in the kitchen. He waves to you briefly but doesn’t say anything, and you bustle out of the house soon after. You often see him and Mingyu on the couch after you get back home, watching sports and stuffing their faces full of whatever Mingyu had cooked. You would decline their offers to hang out, saying you were too tired, walking straight into your room.
The most significant of these encounters was on Thursday morning, after a particularly terrible night call wherein you couldn’t sleep for even a single minute, and you came back home only to not even make it to your bed. You collapse on the couch, and you don’t even remember when exactly you fell asleep, but you remember clearly feeling your body suspended, warm on one side, and realise moments later that someone is carrying you. You blink up blearily at Seungcheol’s jaw, the only thing you can properly see, until he kicks open your door and sets you on the bed.
You let him pull a blanket over you, even taking the care to tuck you in. And it’s only when you wake up again that you register the fact that he put you to bed. Even though he could’ve easily just left you on the couch with a blanket over you.
It makes your heart skip a bit.
Once the busy week finally winds down and you have two days off, you take an everything shower, spending hours in the bathroom doing what you call self care but should be considered basic hygiene if your work didn’t treat you like an animal. When you walk into the kitchen feeling fresh and light, like you had washed pounds of grime off you, you find Seungcheol setting a heavy dish of stir fried chicken and vegetables on the counter. You give him an impressed look.
“You cooked?”
“Don’t get used to it.”
Something in your brain scratches, like this conversation already happened.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You reply. “Did Mingyu die or something? How come you’re cooking?”
“He had to go on that work conference thing, remember?”
You blink, trying to recall the faraway memory of Mingyu telling you about some out of state thing. “Sure.”
You eat and catch up with Seungcheol, who whines about how bad your schedule is. It’s an old complaint for him, one that started shortly after you began clinicals in med school, and continues on to this day.
“Can’t wait for you to complete residency so you can have fewer hours.” He mumbles, pushing green peppers to the edge of his plate, clearly to be ignored. You reach over and stab them on your fork, devouring them. Seungcheol doesn’t like green pepper, while you don’t like radish. It’s a fair trade for both of you whenever the need arises.
You don’t register that he put something in the food that he clearly doesn’t like but he knows you love.
“I have the next two days off.” You tell him as a sort of peace offering. He rolls his eyes.
“After they basically ran you over with a tractor the entire week?”
You only smile, continuing to placate him. “In any case, I have two days. What do you wanna do?”
He hums contemplatively while he eats. “Bowling?”
“Hell no. Nothing physical. I’m too tired.”
“Bowling isn’t physical.”
“Yes it is. How about we just do a movie marathon?”
He scrunches his nose. “I’ll fall asleep.”
“Even better. Get some rest while you do it.”
He laughs and finishes up, taking both his empty plate and yours to the sink. “No chance. Put your shoes on, lazy ass. We’re going out.”
You groan. “Please not bowling.”
He forces you up from the chair by grabbing your arms. “Okay, no bowling. We’ll do something else.”
Something else turned out to be just walking through the city until you ended up at a gelato place, both of you sharing a small cup just for the taste of it, since you were still full. Both of you talked the entire time, and you learned that he had started going to the gym again, as well as hanging out with Jeonghan, who he had apparently gelled with pretty well. You made a remark about being a proud mom seeing her son grow up, for which he put you in a headlock and didn’t let you go until you declared loudly that Seungcheol is the nicest, most handsome guy you’ve ever met.
“You’re five years old.” You scowl at him once he lets you go, smoothing down your hair. “Five.”
Within the next hour, you decide to watch a movie at the theatre, finding some sequel to a movie neither of you had ever heard of. Ten minutes in, you realise why the franchise was basically unknown: it sucked ass. For the next hour, you two just whispered and giggled about every stupid thing that happened, and when it was time for intermission, you bailed.
One convenience store run later, you are back at home, camped once more in front of the TV. The sun had set already, and with its departure came a soothing calm. You are reminded again of the lingering fatigue in your bones, surprisingly not made worse by your day of activity.
Seungcheol is usually right about these things.
He’s sprawled now on the couch, long limbs stretched out until his feet are propped on the coffee table. Your own feet are in his lap, largely ignored until you kick him in the stomach with one. He grunts at the impact and scowls, but begins rubbing them anyway. You sigh in satisfaction.
Naturally, your eyelids begin to droop again, warm under the blanket and under the delicious pressure of Seungcheol’s fingertips digging into your sole. You’re still tired, you really think you’ll be tired for the rest of your life at the rate you’re going. You’re almost sinking into sleep when you feel Seungcheol move your feet gently off his lap and stand up. You keep your eyelids closed, not having even an ounce of energy to move, but are roused again when two thick arms slip under your back and your knees, lifting you up.
“We’re making this a habit now?” You pipe up.
Seungcheol curses and startles at your words, and you nearly shriek when his arms loosen for just a slight second before gripping you impossibly tight. You cling to him, heart beating a million times a minute, glaring up at him.
“If you dropped me I would’ve killed you!”
“You scared the crap out of me!” He retorts. “I thought you were asleep, jeez.”
He carries you to your room regardless while you will your breathing to slow down. You are pretty sure you would fracture a hip bone if he dropped you, and you only wrap your arms around his shoulders harder. You don’t stop even when he lowers and you feel your ass connect with your mattress.
“C’mon. Let go.”
You pull away just enough to glare at him. You open your mouth to retort, likely to say something snarky, when you realise how close you are to him. The tip of your nose almost brushes his cheek, and your senses are invaded by the scent of his signature cologne. Your breath stutters just a bit, and when Seungcheol turns his head to stare back at you, his lips brush over yours.
You’re not sure if it’s you who pushes just a smidge closer or him, but when your lips finally meet his, it feels like every muscle in your body seizes up. Your arms tighten around his neck at the sensation, and you feel him audibly suck in a sharp breath at the feeling. The hand holding your waist squeezes a bit, and something in your core stirs.
Slowly, Seungcheol lowers you more on the bed, planting his free hand on the side of your head and one knee next to your hip. His lips never leave yours, moving and pressing deeper with a hunger you didn’t anticipate. He seems to envelop you whole, until you can’t breathe, and when you do try to sharply inhale, you are hit with his scent only, and the heat that radiates from your bodies.
It quickly accelerates when you feel not only your own wetness pool between your legs, but also Seungcheol’s slowly growing erection, pressing insistently on the outside of your thigh. You force one leg out from under him, using it to wrap around his waist and tug him down to grind against you. He groans at the feeling, so deep and throaty that you can almost feel the gush from your hole at the sound. Your heart stutters, and you can’t stop the needy whine that escapes your throat in response.
It seems to snap Seungcheol out of the haze surrounding you two, and he pulls away, breathless, to look down at you. His pupils are blown, the brown of his eyes confined to the very edges, and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink just under his eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice has dropped a couple of octaves, and you can’t get over how hot he sounds. You nod furiously, pulling him down again because just the thought of parting from his lips for this long is painful. He moans immediately when your mouths connect, not hesitating in pushing his tongue against your own slick one. His hips grind against yours, and his hard on feels so good that you nearly sigh in relief.
“W-we should think about this.” He mumbles into your lips, but his hands are running feverishly over your sides, digging hard into the plush of your hips until you are bucking up into him. You scrunch his shirt in your hands before tugging it up, and Seungcheol removes himself from you long enough for you to toss it off. His lips meet your jaw, the skin under your ear, and chills run down your spine.
Clothes are quick to fly off after that, until the cold air is nipping on both your naked bodies, though you don’t care at all. You feel like you’re on fire, eyes running greedily over large expanses of smooth skin, hands feeling the hard planes of his muscles, how they contract and react to your touch. His lips never leave your body once, as if determined to leave your skin colored in various shades of maroon and purple. You use your leg to tug his hips closer to you again, and his length slides through your slit, leading both of you to moan loudly.
You thank every god in the universe that Mingyu isn’t home.
When he slides in, it’s like being impaled alive. Your eyes roll up at how wonderfully he fills you, how it feels like you are being stuffed to the brim. Your toes curl when he bottoms out, his shaft brushing deliciously over a spot inside you that craved being pleasured. He sounds like a wreck above you, voice trembling and cracking as he curses and gasps. The muscles of his back are taut, moving solidly under the touch of your palms. You run your hands over him as you adjust to the feeling of how thick he is, and you’re barely ready when he pulls out and pushes back in. You don’t even have it in yourself to be embarrassed about the filthy squelching sound your cunt makes, especially not when Seungcheol moans and bites down hard on your neck, grinding his pelvis into your clit. Electricity shoots up from your core, making you arch into him.
“You feel so good, holy shit.” He grinds again. “I need to fuck you so hard.”
“What’s stopping you?” You sound whiny and breathless, and it makes him chuckle.
“Fine. You asked for this.”
His pace is vicious, and he pours every ounce of that impressive strength he possesses into ramming you through the mattress. You keen and sob, nearly unable to even draw a breath in at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls at a punishing pace. He is rough with it, fingers winding through the hair closest to your scalp and tugging hard, making your back arch up so your neck is on full display to him. He uses that opportunity to suck another mark into your already large collection, and it feels almost like nothing when all your focus is on how his cock feels, glorious and girthy, fitting snug inside you like a glove yet sliding through with minimum resistance owing to how you’re dripping all over him and likely down on the sheets as well.
When he pulls back enough to look down at you, you go nearly cross eyed at the sight of him, forehead shiny with sweat, some hair sticking to it while the rest falls down over his face. His lips are abused raw and a dark red, and you bite back the urge to kiss him again. He is breathing heavily, grunting and moaning with every other thrust. His hands hook under your knees to spread you open more, and his cock slides impossibly deeper. Your core tightens more, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Cheol, ‘m gonna cum.”
The corner of his lips tug up in a smirk, eyes hazy with lust as he takes in your bent, sweaty, writhing body. “Cum on my cock, baby. Go on.”
And you do. You gasp and arch up, body locking around his, nails digging into his biceps strongly enough to leave crescent shaped marks in the skin, as waves of pleasure spread through your body, leaving you trembling under him. He keeps going until you’ve ridden through every remnant of your high, before pulling out and shooting ropes of his cum over your stomach, painting the skin white. His hand moves furiously over his shaft as he groans and curses, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He is a sight to behold, and you admire him as his body finally relaxes, breaths coming hard and fast. His gaze meets yours, and both your lips tug up into identical, dopey smiles.
Seungcheol helps you sit up a few moments later, offering to clean you up but you simply shake your head, taking his hand to lead him out of the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. He doesn’t seem even slightly embarrassed when it takes only a few kisses and touches to make him hard again. He just turns you around, pressing your front into the tiles of the shower wall, tugging on your hips so your ass sticks out, before he is driving home again, making you sigh in satisfaction.
How is it possible to already be addicted to this feeling? To the sounds of his low moans as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, the sparks shooting up your spine when his hand snakes around you and his fingers find your clit with no hesitation, pulling another orgasm out of you and holding you up as you squirm in his arms, finishing on your back and muttering praises about how sexy you look, how you were made to be covered in his cum, filthy musings that his lust addled mind keeps babbling out. By the time you’re done cleaning up, you’re giggling and messing around like he was always meant to be there. Like your life had a Seungcheol shaped gap that he readily and naturally filled.
He’s all you think about when you go into work after the weekend. Smiling to yourself as you remember the two blissful days of cuddles, kisses, laughs and making love over every surface of the apartment.
Was it making love? Do you have any feelings for him remotely like love? You care for him a lot, obviously. He had been a part of your life since you knew what life really was. You two have obvious chemistry. He likes to banter with you often, and you are comfortable with him. Him living with you and Mingyu feels almost normal. There is no feeling of being intruded upon, like Seungcheol being there is the most natural thing in the world.
It is also a fact that he is insanely attractive. He had always been, as puberty came and went, filling his muscles out and shaping his face. He carries himself with an air of surety and confidence you hardly see in people. His features are sultry, almost romantic, and you had spent a good part of the last day admiring how beautiful he looked in the throes of passion, mouth parted slightly, eyebrows furrowed, eyes glazed over, dark brown pools of desire.
There is the sex too.
Seungcheol holds you like separation from your body causes him physical pain. Moans into your mouth like you’re pulling his soul out of its home. Kisses you like he is breathing the air coming straight from your lungs. Fucks you like it’s his last time bringing another human being to completion. Just the thought of him leaves you breathless.
Maybe you are in love. And you really, really need to talk to Seungcheol about where you guys stand.
The week is brutal, no surprises there, and you see Seungcheol only fleetingly in between, and always with Mingyu around, so you don’t do anything apart from greeting him. You do notice his lingering gaze on you, and it makes you smile to yourself. Once, when Mingyu’s back is turned, he gives you a cheeky wink. You purse your lips and send him a kiss. The childishness of it all makes you giggle.
After your last 24 hour shift of the week, you get home to find Mingyu making breakfast in the kitchen, dressed in a nice button up shirt, obviously ready to leave for work soon.
“Where’s Seungcheol?” You ask, dropping your bag heavily on the counter to stretch. Your joints crack, and you wonder once more how long you would live at this rate.
Mingyu tenses up at the question, a strange reaction that only piques your interest.
“Guess who called him last night.” He says in response.
Something in your chest cracks, but you don’t dare let yourself believe it. “Who?”
“Jiyu.”
And it shatters.
You don’t know if Mingyu notices the devastation on your face or if he’s too distracted by the eggs now sputtering in the pan. He sighs, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice.
“Honestly, it’s frustrating. Going back to her after the shit she pulled? I can’t believe him.”
“So he’s not here?” Your voice feels hollow, grating.
“No. He left last night.”
You let out a shaky breath. Then you turn around, and shuffle into your room.
You don’t bother changing before laying down on the cold sheets. A bad idea, considering you’ve been in these clothes for the better part of 24 hours. But your mind feels like it is submerged in ice cold water, and your body refuses to do anything except shut down. You think back to less than a week ago, when Seungcheol had intertwined his fingers with yours, moaning in unison with you as you both reached your highs on this very bed.
You don’t cry. You don’t think you can. Instead, you let your tired body coax your mind into closing up as well, sinking into the blissful oblivion of sleep.
…………………………..
There’s noises outside your bedroom door.
Your brain is still numb with sleep, but you focus on Mingyu and Seungcheol’s voices, the latter making you flinch. You can’t make out any of the words, only relying on tones. For some reason, Mingyu doesn’t sound frustrated with his best friend at all. You would think Mingyu would tear into him the moment he came back, but it doesn’t sound like it.
You can hear footsteps getting louder, eyes flying shut when the door to your room gently opens. You stay incredibly still, and moments later, the door shuts again. You sigh and straighten in bed, staring at the ceiling.
You really don’t have it in you to talk to Seungcheol. You have barely processed everything yourself, not being able to reconcile the time you had spent together with him turning around and going back to his ex. Your phone hums next to your pillow, and you squint at the screen.
[cheol]: we need to talk when u wake up
You roll your eyes despite being alone, dropping your phone with the text still unanswered. Talk, your ass. You don’t deserve this.
The rest of your day is spent rotting in bed, and you know no one will disturb you with how grueling your routine usually is. You drift in and out of sleep, your conscious hours spent mulling over everything that has happened.
Shockingly, you miss Seungcheol. Even more shockingly, you don’t cry. You just float in your uneasy sadness, and with every passing minute, you accept that your bliss with him was only temporary, as most beautiful things usually are.
Babe how do u feel about threesome ,I'm not sure cus u didn't write it in ur blog on what u don't write threesome wasn't there, anyways if u do write I have a request on seungcheol and mingyu in Hawaii (their recent insta post),u can choose the type of scenario and just smut and multiple positions,if u don't feel comfortable writing threesome how about just one of the boys instead ,thank you😊
Thanks for your patience, love 💗 Hope you like it. And yes, I feel more than ok about threesomes.👀
“So good for us”
Mingyu X S.Coups X f!reader
Request are open <3
✧ Genre: Smut, dirty smut. Fluff. Friends to ??
✧ Warnings: Threesome, double penetration on vagina (I know this is freaky, I’m sorry), submissive!reader, dom!Mingyu, dom!Cheol, rough sex, praise and light degradation (all consensual), lots of dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare, possible polygamy at the end.
✧ Word count: 1k
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The soft crash of ocean waves was still echoing in your ears by the time you stepped into the cool, dimly lit hotel room. Your skin was still warm from the sun, the salt, the way both of their eyes followed you all day: hungry, lingering, intense. You’d been friends for months, but something shifted today. The glances turned into touches. The touches into something more.
And now… you stood between them, breath caught in your throat as Mingyu’s fingers brushed up your thigh, and Seungcheol’s lips hovered dangerously close to your ear.
“You’ve been driving us crazy all day, baby,” Cheol growled, his hand sliding to your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “That little bikini? You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“She wanted attention,” Mingyu added, voice darker than usual, his palm squeezing the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up around his hip. “Didn’t you, princess?”
You whimpered, nodding.
“Words,” Seungcheol ordered.
“Yes. I wanted it.” You blinked up at them, feeling suddenly very small between the two.
“Good girl.”
And then it all snapped.
Seungcheol grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you, hard, consuming, while Mingyu yanked your bikini bottoms down and dropped to his knees behind you. You gasped as his mouth found your pussy, tongue licking long, slow stripes up your slit while Cheol devoured your mouth and palmed your breasts through your bikini top.
Sheer sensory overload.
“She’s already dripping,” Mingyu murmured from behind, breath hot against your folds. “Fuck, we barely touched her.”
“Because she’s been needy all day. I could see it,” Cheol smirked, his fingers pinching your nipples. “Tell us, baby. You wanted us like this, didn’t you?”
“I did,” you breathed. “I want you both.”
“On the bed. Now.” Seungcheol’s voice was thick, dominant, no room for negotiation.
They stripped you fast, nothing but your flushed skin and trembling limbs left as you laid back on the cool white sheets. Mingyu was already shirtless, toned muscles flexing as he climbed over you, while Seungcheol stood by the bed, slowly pulling his shirt over his head and undoing the lace of his swimsuit short.
“You’re gonna take both of us tonight,” Mingyu whispered, fingers slipping between your thighs again. “We’ll fuck you like you deserve”
“Yes,” you whimpered. “Please…”
Cheol whispered in your ear “your safe word is ‘red’.”
Mingyu lined himself up first, sinking into you with a deep, slow groan. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “Shit—she’s squeezing me already.”
You could barely breathe, he felt so thick, so deep.
Seungcheol climbed up behind you, kissing your shoulder, your jaw, your cheek. “Look at you… stuffed full, baby. And you’re gonna take more?”
You nodded frantically, clinging to Mingyu’s back as Cheol reached between your legs, rubbing your clit while Mingyu started to thrust deep, measured, but fast building into something wild.
“She’s perfect like this,” Mingyu muttered. “Taking it like a good girl.”
“You are a good girl,” Seungcheol said, voice suddenly sweet against your ear. “Ours.”
Then he pulled your leg up, opening you more as Mingyu fucked you harder, rough and deep. You were crying out with every thrust, your body jolting beneath them.
“Too much?” Cheol asked quickly, checking.
“No—don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
“You heard her,” Cheol smirked. “Fuck her harder.”
And Mingyu did. His hips slammed into you, sweat on his forehead, eyes locked on yours as he kissed you between thrusts.
Then Cheol moved behind Mingyu. “I want her too,” he said, already stroking his cock, leaking at the tip. “You think she can take us both, Gyu?”
Mingyu looked down at you, panting. “What do you think, baby? You ready for both of us?”
You were already dazed. But you managed a breathless, “I want you both. Inside me. At the same time.”
Seungcheol froze for half a second. “Same hole?”
You bit your lip. Nodded. “Please.”
Mingyu’s cock twitched inside you. “Fuck—she’s insane,” he moaned. “I love it.”
“Then hold her open for me.”
What came next was slow, careful at first. Cheol slicked himself up, and as Mingyu stayed inside you, Cheol slowly pushed in beside him. The stretch was unreal, painful for just a second, and then, pure euphoria.
You sobbed.
“Fuck! so good!” Cheol groaned.
“Feel so full—can’t think—fuck—”
They started to move, slowly at first, then faster, perfectly in sync,your body bouncing between them as they fucked into you with no mercy, groaning at the way they rubbed against each other inside you.
“So good for us,” Cheol growled. “Taking us like this.”
“Prettiest little slut,” Mingyu added, hand pressing on your stomach. “Feel us, baby? Right here?”
You nodded, tears in your eyes.
They fucked you to your limit—until your legs were shaking, until you were begging them not to stop, until you came all over them with a scream so loud it echoed off the walls.
Then they came too, pulling out just in time to spill all over your thighs, your belly, your chest, both of them groaning, panting, wrecked.
You collapsed back, dazed and trembling.
And then, softness.
Mingyu kissed your forehead, Cheol wiped your skin with a warm towel, and they tucked you between them in the sheets.
“You okay, baby?” Cheol whispered.
You nodded sleepily, pressing your face to his chest.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” Mingyu said quietly.
“Me neither,” Seungcheol added, wrapping an arm around you both. “Let’s talk about what this means… tomorrow.”
You smiled.
You already knew exactly what it meant.
And of course you’re more than willing to accept this relationship if it means being fucked and loved by these two men.
Not in a dramatic, world-altering way, but in small, quiet shifts that felt almost imperceptible if you weren’t paying attention.
For one, Seungcheol didn’t push. He didn’t bombard you with texts, didn’t corner you into a conversation you weren’t ready for. He gave you space but remained present in the ways that mattered. And somehow, it was worse than outright confrontation.
Because this wasn’t the Seungcheol you’d prepared yourself for. This wasn’t the pushy, arrogant, untouchable man people whispered about.
This was someone who was willing to wait.
Of course it was Jeonghan who finally called you out on it.
“You’re sulking,” he said flatly one night, stretched out on your couch with a bowl of popcorn. “And don’t say you’re not because I’ve known you too long for that lie to work.”
You glared at him from your spot on the floor, cross-legged and stubborn. “I’m not sulking.”
Jeonghan popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Right. And I’m a morning person.”
There was a beat of silence before Jeonghan sighed and sat up properly, setting his bowl aside. “Okay, let’s try this another way. Why are you still running?”
You scowled. “I’m not—”
He shot you a look. “Don’t lie to me.”
You pressed your lips together, feeling cornered. “I’m not running. I just…” You exhaled sharply, struggling to find the words. “I don’t know how to trust this.”
Jeonghan softened slightly. “Trust what?”
“That it’s real.”
He studied you for a long moment before speaking again. “I get it,” he said, and somehow, that was worse than him arguing. “After everything, I get why it’s hard to believe someone when they say they won’t leave.”
“But, you know,” he continued, “there’s a difference between being careful and shutting people out completely.”
You scoffed. “This coming from you?”
Jeonghan smirked. “What can I say? I’m evolving.”
"Okay Charizard" you rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. After a pause, Jeonghan’s voice turned quieter. “He’s not your past, you know.”
You swallowed, throat suddenly tight. “I know.”
“Do you?” You didn’t answer.
The days that followed you found yourself stuck in a loop of indecision.
You weren’t actively avoiding Seungcheol anymore, you told yourself it was because you were busy—work had picked up, your schedule was packed, and frankly, you weren’t in the mood to deal with whatever emotional battlefield is going on inside your head.
But Jeonghan’s words had burrowed deep. "He’s not your past."
It should have been easy to accept. Seungcheol wasn’t them. He hadn’t walked away, hadn’t dismissed your feelings, hadn’t made you feel like you were too much or not enough at the same time.
Still, knowing that and believing it were two different things. You're aware that the only person making it complicated at this point is, because for him, liking you is as easy as 1 2 3.
One random day he texted,
Seungcheol: Are you free Friday?
Seungcheol: If you’re not, it’s okay.
You stared at the messages longer than necessary, fingers hovering over the keyboard. And then, before you could think too hard about it—before you could talk yourself out of it—you typed out a reply.
You: where are we going?
Friday night, you found yourself standing outside a tiny, quiet restaurant tucked into a side street, arms crossed as you waited.
You weren’t sure what to expect. The last time you’d properly talked, you’d been pushing him away. Now, he was here again, proving that no matter how much distance you tried to put between you, he wasn’t going to let you disappear so easily.
“Nice choice,” he said, glancing at the restaurant. “You trying to make sure I can’t impress you with an expensive dinner?”
You rolled your eyes. “You don’t impress me in general.”
He chuckled. “Sure.”
You turned toward the entrance, pretending you weren’t affected by how effortlessly charming he was. “Come on.”
Dinner started off… civil. You talked about safe topics—work, Jeonghan’s latest antics, Mingyu’s questionable life choices. It was easy, familiar, almost like nothing had happened between you.
But of course, that was never going to last.
“You’re still shutting me out,” Seungcheol said suddenly, mid-conversation.
You froze, fingers tightening around your glass. “I’m not.”
“You are,” he countered. “You’ve been doing it since the beginning.” Seungcheol leaned back, watching you with that unreadable expression that made you want to both slap and kiss him. “What are you so scared of?”
You scoffed. “I’m not scared.”
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You know what’s funny? You keep saying you don’t care, but you do. And it’s killing you trying to pretend otherwise.”
Your fingers curled into fists. “If I do, will you leave?”
Seungcheol’s expression didn’t change. “No.”
No hesitation. No doubt. Just a simple, steady refusal.
You hated how much that made your chest ache. And just like that, the walls you had built so carefully started to crack.
You exhaled sharply, pressing your fingers against your temple. “I’m being difficult.”
Seungcheol leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I know.”
You glared at him. “You’re supposed to argue.”
“Why? You already know it’s true. Atleast now you can admit it”
You clicked your tongue, looking away. The restaurant was cozy, dimly lit, a quiet contrast to the storm brewing inside your head. “I don’t know why you’re still here.”
He tilted his head, studying you. “Because I want to be.”
You scoffed. “Yeah? Even when I keep pushing you away?”
“Yes.”
You stared at him, waiting for the usual signs of frustration, the ones you were so used to seeing from people when you made things difficult. But there was nothing. No irritation, no exasperation. Just Seungcheol, calm and steady, like he had all the time in the world.
After dinner Seungcheol walked beside you, hands tucked in his coat pockets, the cool night air making his breath visible in the dim streetlights. it was quiet. Comfortable.
Then, out of nowhere, he smirked and nudged you lightly with his elbow. "What happened to the girl who walked up to me at the bar all confident?"
You raised an eyebrow at him. "What about her?"
He shrugged, feigning innocence. "Just wondering where she went. Thought she had me all figured out that night."
You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. "Yeah, well… turns out, I bit off more than I could chew."
Seungcheol chuckled at that, glancing at you with something unreadable in his eyes. "Regretting it?"
You hesitated for half a second. "No." It was quiet again for a few beats, your footsteps echoing against the pavement.
Then, softer this time, he asked, "So what now?"
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked up at the sky, at the way the city lights drowned out the stars.
"Good question," you muttered.
Seungcheol stopped walking, causing you to take a few more steps before realizing and turning back to face him. His hands were still in his pockets, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes were locked onto yours, steady and unwavering.
"You keep running from me," he said, voice quieter now, but firm. "You keep pushing me away, shutting me out, making me prove myself over and over again. And I’ll keep doing it if that’s what it takes."
"I know you're scared," he continued. "I know you think this is going to end the way it always does. But I’m not them. I’m not going to leave just because things get complicated. I’m not going to get tired of you just because you have bad days. And I’m sure as hell not going to stop wanting you just because you're difficult."
Your throat felt tight. You hated how much those words affected you. How much you needed to hear them.
"You don’t have to let me in all at once," he said. "But stop pretending you don’t care when you do. Stop acting like this doesn't mean something to you when it does."
He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him despite the chilly air. "You can tell me, let me know if I’m waiting for nothing. Then I'll go"
Your heart was pounding now, an erratic rhythm you couldn't control.
"You’re not," you admitted quietly.
Something flickered in his eyes, relief mixed with something deeper, something warmer.
"Good," he murmured.
At first, it was small things.
A text here and there—nothing too much, nothing that would make you feel like you were giving in too quickly. You didn’t realize when it started shifting, when you stopped bracing for him to leave and started expecting him to stay.
One night, it was you who called first.
"You busy?" you asked, voice softer than you meant it to be.
Seungcheol chuckled on the other end of the line. "No. Missing me already?"
You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see. "Forget it."
"Wait, wait," he said, laughter still in his voice. "Tell me."
You hesitated. "I just... felt like calling"
You didn't need to say it, he knew what it meant in your dictionary or atleast from what he learned so far. You wanted to talk, you're reaching out to him first and that made him smile.
There was a brief pause, then, "Stay where you are. I’m coming over."
And just like that, it became normal.
Some nights, he’d show up with takeout, and the two of you would eat in comfortable silence. Other times, you'd find yourself leaning into him when he sat next to you, your head against his shoulder without thinking. He never commented on it, never teased. He just let you.
One afternoon, after a long day, you called him again.
"Are you home?"
"Yeah," he said immediately. "You okay?"
"I don't know."
He was quiet for a moment. "Come over."
It wasn’t some grand confession, wasn’t some dramatic shift. It was just that—getting used to him. Letting yourself reach for him the way he had always reached for you. The moment Seungcheol opened the door, he took one look at you and sighed.
“You look like hell.” he says when you got to his apartment, holding the door open for you
“Wow, thanks,” you muttered, brushing past him
He didn’t argue, just closed the door behind you and followed you inside. His place was warm, dimly lit, the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. You stood there for a second, suddenly unsure why you even came.
“Did you eat?” he asked, already heading toward the kitchen
You shook your head.
“Didn’t think so,” he muttered, grabbing something from the fridge. You heard him moving around, the quiet clink of plates and the sound of water running.
You sat on the couch, letting your head fall back against the cushions. The weight of the week settled on you, exhaustion creeping in, but you fought it. Seungcheol came back minutes later, setting a plate of food and a glass of water in front of you.
“Eat first,” he said, sitting beside you.
You frowned. “I didn’t come here for food.”
“No, but you need it,” he countered. “And you need sleep, too. Don’t try to deny it.”
You glared at him, but it was weak. You were too tired to argue. “You really think I came here just to crash on your couch?”
“No,” he said, watching you carefully. “I think you came here because you didn’t want to be alone.”
Your fingers tightened around the glass of water. He wasn’t wrong.
When you were done, he took the plate without a word, disappearing into the kitchen. You let yourself sink deeper into the couch, your eyelids growing heavier. By the time he came back, you were barely awake, your body losing the fight against exhaustion.
“Told you,” he murmured, sitting next to you again.
You mumbled something incoherent, your head tilting to the side—against him. You didn’t mean to. But you were too tired to move, too tired to think. And he was warm, solid, steady.
Seungcheol didn’t say anything, just shifted slightly so you were more comfortable. And for the first time in days, you finally felt like you could rest.
Seungcheol didn’t move for a while. He just sat there, watching as your breathing evened out, your face finally softening from the tension you’d been carrying all week.
You came to him.
Not to fight. Not to push him away.
You came to him because you were tired, because you didn’t want to be alone, because—even if you wouldn’t say it out loud—you trusted him enough to just… be here.
That meant something.
His hand twitched like he wanted to reach out, to brush the hair out of your face, but he held himself back. You were already asleep, and he wasn’t about to wake you up now.
Instead, he just sighed, shifting slightly so you were more comfortable against him.
“Stubborn as hell,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite to it.
If someone had told him back then, on the night you first met, that the confident, sharp-tongued person who strutted up to him in a bar would be the same one sleeping against his shoulder now, he would’ve laughed.
But here you were.
And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he had to fight to keep you close.
You were slipping. your head tilting lower, the weight of exhaustion making you lean into him without a second thought. Before you could slip too far, he moved, instinct guiding him as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in until your head rested against his chest.
And you didn’t even stir. Didn’t tense up. Didn’t fight it. Just stayed there, completely at ease against him. He let out a slow breath, his hand resting lightly against your back, fingers twitching slightly like he wasn’t sure if he should move or not.
This was new.
You letting him hold you. Trusting him enough to fall asleep on him.
Seungcheol leaned his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a moment before glancing down at you again.
The first thing you register when you wake up is warmth.
The second thing is the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek. Your eyes snap open, and the moment you realize you’re still on Seungcheol, still curled into his side, your entire body goes rigid.
“Oh my god—” You practically throw yourself off of him, scrambling upright so fast that you almost trip over your own feet.
Seungcheol groans, his hand moving to his neck, rolling it slightly like he’s trying to work out a knot. “Good morning to you too.”
“I—” Your heart is racing. “I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t—”
He watches you, amused, as you struggle for words, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Didn’t mean to what? Fall asleep?”
You stare at him, still half in shock, like you’re just now registering that you slept on him all night.
“Exactly! I didn’t mean to do that!” Your voice is slightly panicked. “I just—oh my god, I used you as a pillow.”
Seungcheol stretches, the corners of his lips twitching like he’s holding back a grin. “I noticed.”
You groan, pressing your hands to your face. “I’m so sorry. You probably have a neck cramp—”
“Oh, I definitely do.” He cracks his neck for emphasis.
You wince. “Ugh, I’m really, really sorry.”
He just looks at you, amusement laced in his voice as he leans back against the couch. “You gonna keep apologizing all morning?”
“Maybe.”
A few days later when you were out getting food, Jeonghan texted he was dropping by. When you return to your apartment, takeout bags in hand, you expected Jeonghan to be there waiting. What you didn't expect was Seungcheol sitting across from him.
The tension in the air is palpable, and Jeonghan looks far too smug for your liking, while Seungcheol looks—annoyed? Amused? It’s hard to tell.
You blink at them. “Uh… what is happening?”
Jeonghan leans back against the couch, arms crossed. “Your boyfriend came to visit.”
You scowl. “He’s not my— Never mind. Why are you here, Cheol?”
Seungcheol stands, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I wanted to see you.”
Before you can respond, Jeonghan cuts in. “He was just telling me about the night you fell asleep at his place.”
Your stomach drops. “Oh my god.”
Jeonghan smirks. “Did you know he was shocked that you actually slept well?”
Your eyes snap to Seungcheol, who is watching you carefully. “You—” You pause, shifting awkwardly. “I mean, it wasn’t a big deal.”
“It was a big deal.” Jeonghan hums. “Because she usually doesn’t sleep well.” He looks at you.
“You never told me you had it that bad.” Seungcheol is still looking at you, his gaze softer now.
You roll your shoulders, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not that bad.”
He sighs, stepping closer. “He said you only get four hours of interrupted sleep, if that.”
You groan. “Can you both stop?”
But Jeonghan is looking at Seungcheol with something like understanding now. “And yet, she slept well with you?”
Seungcheol nods. “Didn’t even wake up once.”
Jeonghan lets out a low chuckle. “Damn.” He glances at you. “Looks like you’re screwed.”
You glare. “How?”
Jeonghan gestures lazily between you and Seungcheol. “Because you like him. And your subconscious trusts him.” He grins. “And knowing Cheol? He’s not letting that go.”
You groan again, pressing your forehead against the door. “I should’ve stayed outside.”
He shrugs. “Being the person you can actually rest with.”
And that—that’s the moment you realize you’re in deeper than you ever planned to be. You don’t say anything for a moment, just stare at Seungcheol, feeling your heartbeat pick up. Then you turn sharply to Jeonghan, who is looking way too pleased with himself.
"Get out."
Jeonghan snorts. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." You point to the door. "Get. Out."
Jeonghan laughs, standing up. "Wow. I help you realize your feelings, and this is the thanks I get?"
"You’re not helping."
"Sure I am," he says, already grabbing his things and the take out bag. He turns to Seungcheol with an exaggerated pat on his shoulder. "Take care of our girl, yeah?"
Seungcheol smirks. "I plan to."
You shove Jeonghan toward the door. "Out!"
He barely dodges your foot as you fake a kick at him. "Alright, alright, I’m going! No need to get violent." He winks. "You two have fun." You slam the door in his face, exhaling hard before turning back to Seungcheol, who is now watching you with his usual unreadable expression.
"Sorry about him," you mutter, rubbing your temples.
Seungcheol just shrugs. "I don’t mind." Of course, he doesn’t.
You cross your arms, still feeling the remnants of irritation from Jeonghan’s meddling. “So? Why’d you drop by?”
Seungcheol leans back against your couch like he has all the time in the world. “You weren’t answering my texts.”
You blink. “That’s it?”
His lips twitch slightly, like he’s amused. “You usually text back, even if it’s just to tell me to go away.”
You look away, suddenly feeling warm. “I was busy. And you didn’t just come all the way here because of a few missed texts, Seungcheol.”
He shrugs. “Maybe I did.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You have a company to run. You don’t have time for things like this.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You don’t think you’re worth my time?”
You freeze. That wasn’t what you meant, but now, hearing it like that… You shift awkwardly. “That’s not—”
“Because you are,” he says, completely serious now. “And I don’t mind making time for you.”
Your throat feels suddenly tight, so you break eye contact, looking anywhere but at him. “…You’re annoying.”
He chuckles. “You say that a lot.”
You huff, turning toward the kitchen. “Whatever. I’m getting something to drink.”
As you walk away, you don’t see his smile soften, but you do hear him say, “I’ll take a coffee if you’re offering.”
As you set down a cup of coffee in front of him, Seungcheol watches you closely. His voice, quieter now, carries none of the teasing from earlier.
“Is it true?”
“What?”
He tilts his head, studying you. “What Jeonghan said. That you don’t sleep well.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around your own cup. You shouldn’t be surprised—of course Jeonghan would tell him. But something about hearing it from Seungcheol, hearing him ask so gently, makes your stomach twist.
You exhale, feigning nonchalance. “It’s not a big deal.”
“That’s not an answer.”
You sigh, setting your cup down. “It’s true. I’ve had trouble sleeping for a long time. Four hours on a good night, but it’s usually not restful.” You try to sound casual, but admitting it out loud feels weirdly vulnerable.
Seungcheol’s jaw tightens, like he’s holding something back. “And the other night? When you fell asleep on me?”
You hesitate, then force yourself to shrug. “I guess I was just really tired.”
He hums, swirling his coffee absently. “Or maybe you finally felt safe enough to sleep properly.”
His words make you freeze. Seungcheol watches you carefully, then speaks again, even softer. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You scoff lightly, trying to cover the sudden, unsteady feeling creeping in. “It’s not exactly first-date conversation.”
He smirks, but there’s no real amusement in it. “We skipped that part anyway.”
You roll your eyes, but he doesn’t let it go. “I mean it,” he says. “If it’s something you struggle with… I want to know. I want to help.” Your heart clenches. You’re not used to this—someone caring this much.
You exhale, looking away. “It’s just how it’s always been. I got used to it.”
Seungcheol watches you for a moment, then leans back, stretching an arm along the back of your couch. “That doesn’t mean you have to deal with it alone.” A strange warmth settles in your chest. You don’t respond right away, but for the first time in a long time, you think maybe—just maybe—you don’t have to.
Seungcheol is naturally thoughtful, in his own way. The way he takes up space in your life has always been subtle yet persistent. But then, you start noticing more.
It’s little things at first. A new set of blackout curtains showing up at your place with a casual, “Figured they might help,” when he drops by. A bottle of melatonin on your kitchen counter that wasn’t there before, though he never mentions it. One night, when you’re at his place, you find a weighted blanket neatly folded at the end of his couch. You give him a suspicious look, but he just shrugs. “Jeonghan said it helps,” is all he says.
And then there are the nights.
You don’t even realize it at first, but he starts staying later. It’s not obvious—he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Some nights, when you’re curled up on his couch, watching some random movie, you doze off without meaning to and he doesn’t wake you up.
It only clicks when, one night, you stir awake just enough to register the warmth at your side, the solid presence of Seungcheol beside you. His arm is draped loosely over the back of the couch, but his fingers are grazing your shoulder lightly, like he’s debating moving you or just staying still.
Then, carefully you feel him shift just enough to pull a blanket over you. His fingers brush against your arm for a second before he stills completely.
The next morning, when you wake up in your own bed, you realize—he must’ve carried you there before leaving. For the first time in a long time, you’re sleeping better. And you know it’s because of him.
Another night, something unexpected happened. Your fingers are barely grasping the hem of his shirt, like even in your half-asleep state, you don’t want to let go.
He looks down at you—your face relaxed in sleep, your breathing even. It’s rare to see you like this, vulnerable and unguarded. He knows how much you struggle to sleep, how restless your nights usually are. And yet, tonight, you’re not just asleep—you’re at peace.
And you want him to stay.
He swallows, hesitating. His instinct is to leave, to give you space, to not push. But then, your grip tightens just slightly.
“Stay,” you murmur, voice barely audible.
His chest tightens.
He exhales softly before finally relenting. He carefully shifts, settling back onto the couch beside you. You naturally gravitate toward him, your head resting against his shoulder. He doesn’t dare move, doesn’t want to break the moment.
Minutes pass, and then, without thinking, he reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulls it over the both of you.
You sigh, a content little sound that makes his heart clench.
Seungcheol stares at the ceiling for a long time, completely still. He was supposed to leave. But instead, he stays.
The morning light filters softly through your curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. You blink groggily, your body warm and comfortable in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You’re in your room now, that’s when you notice him.
Seungcheol is still asleep beside you. For a moment, you just stare. His breathing is slow and steady, his face completely relaxed. The sight is… nice. Too nice.
The second he sees you awake, his lips curl into a lazy smile. “Morning,” he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep.
Then, before you can stop yourself, you mumble, “I like your dimples.”
It’s soft, barely above a whisper, but he hears it. Seungcheol’s smile widens, and just like that, his dimples deepen. You immediately bury your face into the pillow, realizing what you just said.
He chuckles, his voice still husky. “You like my dimples?”
You groan. “Forget it.”
“Nope,” he says, his amusement clear. “Too late. You said it.”
You peek at him from the pillow, your cheeks warm. He’s still smiling, still looking at you with that soft, fond expression. It makes your heart stutter.
You don’t talk about that night—not really—but you feel it lingering in the air, in the way he looks at you a second too long, in the way your body leans just a little closer to his without thinking.
He still checks in on you, still sends those random texts that somehow always come right when you need them. He still helps you sleep—whether it’s subtle things like sending you links to calming music or, on the nights you really struggle, staying until you doze off.
And then there’s you.
You find yourself texting him first sometimes. You don’t push him away when he’s close. You even catch yourself looking at him a little too long, memorizing the curve of his smile, the shape of his eyes, the way he somehow always smells really, really nice.
You don’t know when it happened, when he became someone you reach for instead of push away but it’s happening.
It’s a slow, quiet weekend. The kind where you don’t feel like doing much, so instead of going out, you’re at his place.
Seungcheol is on the couch, arm draped lazily along the backrest while you sit beside him, legs tucked under you. Your mind drifts, thinking about something, debating whether or not to ask.
You hesitate. You open your mouth, then close it. And of course, he catches it.
“What?” he asks, turning his head slightly toward you.
“Nothing,” you mumble, shaking your head.
But Seungcheol isn’t the type to let things go so easily. His hand finds your waist, tugging you just a little closer. “No, come on. What is it?”
You fidget, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even thinking about it. “It’s stupid.”
He scoffs. “You do realize I put up with your so-called ‘stupidity’ on a daily basis, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Great way to convince me to talk, Cheol.”
He chuckles, squeezing your waist lightly in encouragement. “Okay, okay. I’m serious. What is it?”
You hesitate again, fingers fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “I just… I wanted to know your favorites.”
“My favorites?”
“Yeah. Like… your favorite color, favorite food, drink—just… everything.” You shift, feeling a little embarrassed now. “But I didn’t want to sound annoying.”
Seungcheol stares at you for a moment, and then he groans. Like you just physically pained him. Like you just did something devastating.
You blink. “What?”
He grabs your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. “Do you even realize how cute you are right now?”
You push at his chest, groaning. “Oh my god, Cheol.”
“No, seriously.” He pulls you closer, practically caging you in. “You’re pouting. You’re actually pouting. Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?”
“I was trying to be serious!”
“I am serious.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, grinning. “You’re adorable. And for the record, you could never be annoying.”
The action felt so natural you didn't even register what he did. You just let yourself relax against him. “So, tell me then.”
He hums, pretending to think. “Well, my favorite color is black.”
“Figures.”
“My favorite food…” He pauses, then smirks. “Lately, anything you make.”
You scoff. “Liar.”
“I’m dead serious. Even when you mess up, it’s good.”
You roll your eyes, but you don’t fight the warmth spreading through your chest. “Okay, what about your favorite drink?”
“Hm. Coffee, obviously.”
You nod, committing each answer to memory. You keep going, asking about little things—his favorite season, his favorite scent, even his favorite childhood memory. And he answers every single one. Somewhere in the middle of it, you rest your head against his shoulder, and he lets you.
Eventually, he asks, “Why the sudden curiosity?”
“Just wanted to know more about you.”
He chuckles, resting his chin atop your head. “Then ask me anything, anytime. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
It’s quiet for a moment. Just the faint hum of the TV and the steady rhythm of his breathing beside you. Your head is still resting on his shoulder, and his fingers are tracing mindless patterns along your sleeve.
And then, so softly, you whisper, "Why do you like me?"
You don’t know why you ask. Maybe it’s been lingering in your mind for too long, sitting in the back of your thoughts, waiting for a moment like this to slip out. Maybe you’ve been too scared to say it until now.
Seungcheol doesn’t answer right away. You feel him shift slightly, his head tilting down toward you. His fingers stop their slow tracing. Then, slowly, his arms tighten around you, pulling you in closer, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.
And finally, he smiles.
“Because it’s you.” Simple. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like it was never even a question to begin with.
Your heart stumbles.
He keeps going, voice quieter now, like he’s letting you in on a secret. “You don’t even realize it, do you? The way you pull people in without even trying. The way you act all guarded, but deep down, you care so much it hurts. You pretend to be tough, but you—” He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re probably the softest person I know.”
You swallow, suddenly unable to breathe properly.
“You make people want to stay,” he says, gaze warm, unwavering. “You make me want to stay.”
Your chest feels too tight, your throat closing up. It’s overwhelming, too much and not enough at the same time so you don’t say anything.
You just press your face into his shoulder, gripping onto his sleeve like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. He doesn’t push. He just holds you a little tighter. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you bury yourself against him. His fingers move again, slow and steady along your back, tracing something soothing.
And then, in the quiet, he asks—
"What about you?"
His voice is soft, careful. Like he’s giving you a choice. Like he knows you could still push him away if you wanted to. You stay still, trying to ignore the way your heart is suddenly racing.
Seungcheol waits.
You don’t look at him when you mumble, “What do you mean?”
“You asked me why I like you," he says. "So now I want to know—" He leans in just slightly, enough for his breath to brush against your hair. "Why do you like me?"
You tense. He must feel it, because his arms stay firm around you, like he’s telling you it’s okay. That he’s not going anywhere. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Because what are you supposed to say? That you like the way he makes you feel safe, even when you’re scared? That you like the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room? That you like how, even when you try to push him away, he stays?
"I don't know."
Seungcheol hums, but he doesn’t sound disappointed.
"You do," he says, amused. "You're just not ready to say it to me yet but that's okay" he bumps the tip of your nose with his finger
That makes your stomach flip. You finally look up at him, and he's already watching you. Not expectantly, not impatiently. Just there. Waiting. And somehow, that makes you want to say it more.
So you whisper, "I like you because..." You trail off, then exhale, pressing your forehead against his chest.
He chuckles. "Because what?"
You groan again. "I don’t know. Because you’re you.”
Seungcheol stills then you feel him smile against your hair, arms pulling you in tighter. He understood what that meant for he said the same thing, but in his mind it meant more and maybe that's how you felt too. But he doesn't push instead he presses his lips against your hair
"Okay," he says, voice full of something you can’t quite place. "I’ll take that."
You don’t know why you do it.
Maybe it’s the warmth of his arms around you, the way he looks at you like you’re something precious. Maybe it’s the way your heart has been hammering against your ribs since he asked but before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you lean in.
A quick press of your lips against his.
Soft. Barely there. You pull away almost immediately, heart pounding, and Seungcheol just blinks at you. Like you’ve stunned him. Like he wasn’t expecting it at all.
And maybe that should make you panic, but instead, you just breathe
"Because you make me feel safe."
Seungcheol’s eyes widen. You don’t stop.
"Because you always stay, even when I push you away. Because you don’t make me feel stupid for being scared." Your voice is quieter now, almost shaky. "Because I sleep better when you’re around."
Seungcheol exhales sharply, jaw tightening. His hands flex against your waist, like he’s holding himself back.
But you’re not done.
"And because—” You swallow, forcing yourself to look at him, to really look at him. “—because I think I like you more than I’m ready to admit."
Something shifts in his expression. And then he moves. His hand lifts, fingers threading gently through your hair, tilting your face up.
"Can I kiss you?" His voice is rough, barely a whisper. You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod. And then his lips are on yours, slow and deep and warm.
And this time, you don’t pull away. You don’t know how long you stay like that. kissing him, feeling the warmth of his hands steady on your waist, his breath mingling with yours.
It’s slow, unrushed, like he has all the time in the world for you. When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless. He presses his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you close. His eyes are closed, like he’s savoring this moment, like he’s trying to commit every second to memory.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he murmurs.
Your fingers tighten around his hoodie. "Have you?"
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze soft but serious. "Yeah. Since the first night I met you."
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. "Liar."
"I’m not lying." His thumb brushes over your cheek, his touch unbearably gentle. "You walked up to me, all confident, all fire. And I knew I was in trouble."
You roll your eyes, but your heart is thudding painfully in your chest.
"I’m serious," he says, tilting his head. "You think you’re the only one who got caught up in something bigger than they expected?"
You don’t know how to respond to that. So you just stay there, pressed against him, his warmth seeping into you.
Eventually, he sighs, pulling you even closer, until your head rests against his chest.
"Are you going to run away again?" he asks, voice quieter now.
You hesitate. Then, with a small shake of your head, you mumble against his hoodie, "Not this time."
Seungcheol chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Good," he whispers. "Because I’m not letting you go."
A few days passed since then.
You’re mid-story, animatedly recounting something that happened at work. something about a ridiculous customer complaint and how Jihyo nearly lost her mind handling it. You’re laughing, shaking your head as you lean back against the passenger seat
“So then, Jihyo turns to me and goes, ‘Do you think your boyfriend would cover bail if I strangled this guy?’ And I was like—”
You don’t notice the slip.
But he does.
Seungcheol doesn’t say anything at first, but his grip tightens just slightly on the steering wheel. His lips twitch like he’s holding back a smirk. You keep talking, unaware, until the silence stretches just a little too long, and you finally glance at him.
“What?” You frown at his expression, at the barely concealed amusement in his eyes.
He hums, tilting his head slightly. “Nothing.”
You narrow your eyes. “No, what?”
He shrugs, but that damn smirk is there now, full and knowing. “Just thinking about what you just said.”
Your brows furrow, replaying the conversation in your head—until it clicks. Your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh.”
“Oh,” he repeats, mockingly
Your face heats up instantly, and you groan, covering it with your hands. “Forget it. I misspoke.”
“Mmm,” he hums, clearly unconvinced. “I don’t know. Boyfriend, huh?”
You glare at him from behind your fingers. “You heard nothing.”
He chuckles, so pleased with himself. “I definitely did.”
You groan louder, sinking into the seat, but he just reaches over, lacing his fingers through yours as he drives.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. “I like the sound of it.”
You grumble under your breath, something about him not even asking you. Seungcheol hears it, of course. He always hears everything.
“What was that?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.
“Nothing,” you say quickly, looking out the window.
He scoffs, giving your hand another squeeze. “No, no, I definitely heard you.”
You sigh, shifting in your seat. “Just saying... You didn’t even ask me.”
He chuckles, amused. “Didn’t think I had to. Thought it was obvious.”
You turn to him, raising a brow. “Oh? And what exactly is obvious?”
“That you’re mine,” he says smoothly, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.
“Cocky.”
He smirks, glancing at you as he slows at a red light. “So? Are you saying I should ask?”
You cross your arms, pretending to think. “Maybe. It’s the proper thing to do, you know. Can’t just go around assuming.”
He hums, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Alright then.” He turns to you fully, eyes soft yet unwavering. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
You blink. You weren’t actually expecting him to ask—at least not now. A beat of silence passes. And you just reach for his hand, he smiles looking down at your intertwined hands.
Dating Seungcheol is both a blessing and a menace. Most days, he’s a teasing little shit, poking fun at you, making sly comments just to see you get flustered. But then there are moments—fleeting but potent—where you do something that makes him completely malfunction.
Like now.
It’s like the universe is testing Seungcheol. You don’t even notice. Just plop onto his couch, tugging your knees up, he’s across from you, jaw clenched so tightly it might snap, fingers curled into a fist against his thigh.
“You okay?” you ask, tilting your head.
He exhales through his nose. “Peachy.”
Then there’s the way you touch him so casually, so carelessly. Like now, when you’re leaning over to grab the remote from beside him, palm resting on his thigh for balance. You don’t even think about it. But he does. Oh, he does.
“Sweetheart.” His voice is low, strained.
You pause, remote in hand, blinking at him. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to focus on anything that isn’t you.
But the universe isn’t done torturing him yet.
Because then there’s the time you’re at his place late at night, exhausted from work, and you decide to shower there And he’s fine. He really is, until you step out of the bathroom, steam rolling behind you, skin still damp, wearing one of his shirts.
And it’s too much.
You’re rubbing your towel over your hair, completely unaware of the way his gaze darkens. Your legs are bare, your collarbone peeking from where the fabric slips off your shoulder, and when you look up at him and pout because your hair won’t dry properly, he damn near blacks out.
“Come here.” His voice is hoarse.
You step between his legs as he grabs the towel from your hands, gently drying your hair. You close your eyes at the feeling, sighing in content, and something inside him snaps. The towel drops. His fingers card through your damp strands, then skim over your jaw, tilting your face up until your noses are almost touching.
“Why do you do this to me?” he murmurs.
You blink, confused. “Do what?” He exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours, trying to steady himself. You’re too close, too soft, too fucking tempting, and you have no idea what you do to him.
He can’t kiss you. He won’t. Not now. Because if he does, he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop. You look at him, genuinely clueless, which makes it so much harder for him.
“No, tell me,” you insist, voice soft but stubborn. You throw your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself against him like you belong there. Like you have any idea what you’re doing to him.
Seungcheol swallows hard. His hands hover over your waist, unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away before he loses all control. He exhales sharply, eyes flickering between yours and your lips, and fuck you’re looking at him like that, all wide-eyed and waiting, completely oblivious to the war raging inside him.
His fingers tighten around your waist. “Sweetheart,” he warns.
“What?”
“You,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with restraint. “You drive me insane.”
You blink. “Me?”
He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, you.”
You tilt your head, lips pursing in thought. Then, with a teasing smile, you press even closer, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Like… in a good way?”
He groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder, body tense under your touch. “You’re killing me.”
You grin, clearly enjoying this now. “Oh.” You hum, pretending to think. “Should I stop?”
Seungcheol lifts his head, eyes dark as they lock onto yours. “No,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Don’t.”
Instead, you shift, adjusting your position, and in doing so, you press even closer, your breath warm against his jaw. His fingers twitch against your waist. His breathing is uneven now, ragged. You’re playing with fire and you don’t even know it.
You pout. “Why won’t you just tell me?”
He exhales sharply. “Because if I do, I’ll do something reckless.”
Your brows knit together, still oblivious. “Like what?”
One second, you’re tangled in him, his lips hot against yours, his grip firm and possessive. Next, you’re suddenly weightless.
“What the—Cheol!” you yelp as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders. He doesn’t give you a chance to react, he strides towards his bedroom like a man on a mission. Before you can even fully process it, he tosses you onto the bed.
You bounce slightly, gasping, and before you can sit up, a blanket is thrown over you, covering you completely.
Then, his voice, rough and absolutely wrecked— “I’m taking a cold shower.”
The bathroom door slams shut. For a moment, you just lie there, wrapped up in the blanket, in shock. Then, the realization of what just happened hits you.
You burst out laughing.
Seungcheol, the ever-composed, ever-in-control man, just physically removed himself from the situation because of you.
After his cold shower, you watch as Seungcheol grabs a pillow—no, two pillows—and shoves them between you, effectively creating a makeshift wall. His jaw is tight, his ears red, and he mutters under his breath, “I’m not taking another cold shower because of you.”
You blink at him, amused. “You make it sound like I’m the problem here.”
He scoffs, pulling the blanket over you properly, tucking you in like you’re some misbehaving child. “Oh, you are the problem.”
You grin, burrowing into the warmth of the bed. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you just—”
“Sleep.” His voice is firm, though the way he fluffs your pillow for you before lying back down betrays his exasperated fondness.
“Really? You think this will stop me?”
Seungcheol groans, throwing an arm over his face. “For the love of God, just close your eyes and go to sleep.”
You smirk in the dark, fingers lightly tapping against the pillow barrier. Then, just to mess with him, you whisper, "Seungcheol." You hear him exhale sharply, like he's really holding on to his patience.
"Baby, please." His voice is strained, almost desperate.
You giggle, completely unbothered, and finally, finally let yourself relax. “Okay, okay. Good night, Cheol.”
He doesn’t respond right away, just sighs heavily. Then, softer this time, “Good night.”
And with that, you finally fall asleep—while Seungcheol spends the next half hour staring at the ceiling, trying to get his heart to calm the hell down.
Things are going good, great even. But of course it's like your mind can't let you have a moment of peace.
The thought hit you out of nowhere, settling like an annoying weight in your chest.
You were out with the girls, sitting in your usual corner of the café, but your mind was far from the conversation. The last few nights replayed in your head—every time you teased Seungcheol, every time he pulled away, walked off.
It made you wonder… What if he doesn’t want you like that?
What if you’d misread everything? What if he was just tolerating you, indulging you even, but deep down, he didn’t actually—
"Okay, what’s up with you?" Jihyo’s voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked, realizing everyone at the table was now looking at you
"Huh?"
Irene smirked. "You’ve been spacing out. Something on your mind?"
You hesitated. You weren’t about to pour your heart out in the middle of a brunch spot, but at the same time, the thought was eating at you.
"It’s just…" You chewed on your lip. "Do you think it’s possible for someone to really like you but…not want you like that?"
Jihyo raised an eyebrow. "You’re talking about Seungcheol, aren’t you?"
You avoided their stares, but your silence was enough of an answer.
Irene sighed, setting her cup down. "He’s a grown man, babe. If he didn’t want you like that, he’d say so. Trust me, men are not subtle when they’re not interested."
"Yeah, but what if it’s not that?" you pressed. "What if he just doesn’t see me that way?"
Jihyo scoffed. "Oh my god, you’re actually dumb."
"Excuse me?"
She leaned forward, eyes sharp. "That man looks at you like you hung the damn moon. He gets all flustered because he’s trying so hard to be good for you. He’s literally suffering, and you’re sitting here thinking he doesn’t want you?"
Irene nodded. "You don’t see the way he looks at you, do you?"
You swallowed, suddenly feeling even more ridiculous. "I just— I don’t know," you admitted. "Every time things get…close, he walks away. And now I can’t stop wondering if maybe—"
"Okay, I’m stopping you right there," Jihyo cut in. "Because if we let you spiral, we’ll be here all day. This is you, the same woman who walked up to him that night all confident and emerged victorious after getting THE Choi Seungcheol's number. Babe, don't doubt what you do to that man"
"Then what do I do?" you asked, exasperated.
She smirked. "You stop overthinking and talk to him, obviously."
And that's what you do. When Seungcheol opened the door, the first thing he saw was your pout. His brows furrowed instantly. "What's wrong?"
You just walked past him, kicking your shoes off, before flopping onto his couch with a dramatic sigh.
"You don’t want me, do you?"
Seungcheol blinked. "What?"
You sat up, arms crossed. "I mean, you like me, but you don’t want me like that."
It took him a full three seconds to process your words. Then, he let out a sharp laugh like the kind you make when you’re so caught off guard you don’t know how else to react.
"Wait, are you serious?"
You narrowed your eyes. "Don’t laugh! I’m being serious."
He ran a hand down his face, inhaling deeply before crouching in front of you. His hands came to rest on your knees, fingers warm against your skin.
"Baby," he said slowly, as if trying to make sure you really heard him. "I want you so badly it’s a problem."
Your face heated. "Then why do you always stop?"
His jaw clenched, and he exhaled through his nose, like he was trying to rein himself in. "Because you’re not just some girl I want to mess around with. You matter to me. And if I’m gonna have you like that, I want to make sure you’re really ready."
You frowned. "I'm a grown woman I can make decsions you know"
"I know"
"And what if I am?" you ask, peering down at him
His fingers flexed against your knees, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Then you need to stop looking at me like that," he muttered, voice lower now.
"Like what?" you challenged, tilting your head
His grip on you tightened slightly. "Like you want me to lose every bit of self-control I have."
You held his gaze, feeling your own heartbeat pick up.
"And if I do?"
His jaw locked. For a moment, he just stared at you, like he was weighing every possible option. Then, in one smooth motion, he pushed himself up, towering over you.
"Get up," he murmured.
Your breath caught. "Why?" but you follow his words. Now you’re standing in front of him, look of frustration and something else in his eyes
“The next time you feel like I don’t want you, you have my full permission to hit me on the face”
“Cheol, I’m being serious” you mumble
“So am I, I want you. Always. In ways I didn’t even know I can ever want someone. That’s why I want to do this the right way. So tell your pretty little mind how crazy I am about you, because I will never get tired proving it to you. I want and I will kiss all those worries away, get rid of all those doubts in your head until all you can think about is me.”
The way he’s looking at you tells you everything you needed to know, and his words just proved to you that this man means everything.
The following days, that conversation floated inside Seungcheol's head. Even though you came to him full of worries, which he shut down quite fast, atleast now instead of running away from him you came straight to him for answers.
And to you, that's a big deal. A huge step for you, a big win for him. He's so proud of how far you've come.
That's exactly why now he's staring at his computer screen, but he wasn’t actually reading anything. His mind was elsewhere, circling the same thought over and over.
"Hey."
Joshua’s voice snapped him out of it. He looked up to see his friend leaning against the doorway of his office, arms crossed, a knowing look on his face
"You’ve been spacing out for the past ten minutes," Joshua said, stepping inside. "What’s up?"
Seungcheol exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Nothing."
Joshua raised an eyebrow. "You? Lost in thought like this? Yeah, that’s not ‘nothing.’"
Seungcheol rolled his chair back slightly, leaning against it. His jaw tightened before he finally admitted, "How do you know if it’s too soon to say something?"
Joshua frowned slightly. "Say what?"
Seungcheol hesitated, then shook his head. "Doesn’t matter."
Joshua scoffed, dragging a chair over and sitting down across from him. "Oh, it definitely matters."
Seungcheol let out a slow breath. He wasn’t the type to get caught up in things like this. He had always been rational, controlled. But now?
Now, he was thinking about you. How you felt curled up against him. How you whispered things when you’re half-asleep. How one pout from you and it’s messing with his head without even realizing it.
Joshua watched him closely. "You know you’re terrible at being vague, right?"
Seungcheol let out a humorless chuckle. "Shut up."
Joshua smirked. "It’s about her, isn’t it?"
Seungcheol didn’t respond, which was response enough.
Joshua leaned back, thoughtful. "You’re wondering if it’s too soon to tell her how you feel."
Seungcheol’s fingers tapped against his desk. "It’s... complicated."
Joshua tilted his head. "Is it? Or are you just scared?"
"I’m not scared."
Joshua just smirked, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh."
Seungcheol shot him a glare. "I’m not." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "I know how I feel."
That was the problem. He wasn’t second-guessing himself. He wasn’t unsure. He knew exactly what he wanted, exactly how much he cared about you. That wasn’t the issue.
The issue was what if he said it and you freaked out? What if you weren’t ready to hear it? What if he messed this up when things were finally good between you two?
He had worked so damn hard to get here, to get past your walls, to get you to trust him. If he said the words too soon, would you take a step back? Would you run?
Joshua was watching him, a knowing look in his eyes. "So... what are you going to do?"
Seungcheol exhaled. "I don’t know."
Joshua nodded slowly. "Well, you better figure it out. Because from what I can see? You’re already in deep."
Seungcheol had been acting different.
It wasn’t anything obvious, nothing anyone else would notice, but you did. He was still the same—still teasing, still touching you when he could, still looking at you in that way that made your stomach flip. But there was something underneath it all, a tension in his shoulders, a weight behind his eyes, like he was carrying something he wasn’t saying.
And you hated that.
You hated when people acted like they wanted to say something but didn’t. It made you anxious, made your mind wander to all the worst possible reasons. Was he mad at you? Annoyed? Regretting something?
You tried to ignore it at first. You didn’t want to overthink things, didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing. But it had been days, and it was still there.
Like now.
You were at his place, curled up on his couch, your legs resting over his lap as he scrolled through something on his phone. It should’ve been a normal moment but you weren’t relaxed. Not when you could feel it—his energy, the stiffness in his posture, the way he wasn’t fully present.
You narrowed your eyes. "Okay, what’s up with you?"
Seungcheol looked at you, brow raised. "What?"
"Don’t what me," you shot back, sitting up a little. "You’ve been weird. Tense. You keep looking like you wanna say something but then don’t, and I don’t like it."
His mouth parted slightly, but he didn’t say anything. And that just pissed you off more.
You swung your legs off him and sat up properly, arms crossing. "Seriously? You’re still not gonna say anything?"
"There’s nothing to say," he finally answered, running a hand through his hair.
"Bullshit."
His head snapped toward you, startled by the change in your tone
"You think I can’t tell? You think I don’t notice?" You shook your head, jaw clenched. "I hate when people do this. When they keep things to themselves like I’m too fragile to handle it. So either say whatever it is, or stop acting like you’re carrying the weight of the world."
Seungcheol exhaled sharply, leaning back against the couch. "It’s not that simple."
"Why not?"
"Because," he said, voice low, "I don’t wanna mess this up."
That gave you pause.
Your frustration flickered with something else, something softer, something unsure. "Mess what up?"
His eyes met yours then—dark and unreadable, but heavy with meaning. And suddenly, you felt tense. Seungcheol watched as you pushed off the couch, your jaw tight, your movements sharp. You didn’t even look at him as you grabbed your phone and hoodie from the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice low
"Leaving," you said shortly. That one word had something hot and annoyed burning in his chest.
"You’re really gonna walk out just because I don’t want to talk about something right now?"
You let out a humorless laugh. "I don’t wanna say anything else that’s gonna piss me off even more, so yeah, I’m leaving."
He could see it—the way your hands gripped your hoodie tighter, the way your expression was carefully set, like you were forcing yourself to hold back.
He took another step closer, his voice softer. "Hey."
You didn’t move away, but you didn’t soften either. "Fine," you said, shaking your head. "Don’t say it. Keep whatever it is to yourself. But don’t act like I’m imagining this."
Then you turned toward the door. And for a second, he let you but the moment your fingers touched the handle, something in him snapped.
"Wait."
You paused, but you didn’t turn around. Seungcheol exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He could let you go. He could pretend this tension between you wasn’t suffocating him, that he wasn’t overthinking every second he spent with you now.
But he couldn’t.
"Wait," he said again, softer this time.
You still didn’t turn around, but you didn’t move either.
"I—" He hesitated, clenching his jaw. He had to say something, or he was going to lose you to this stupid misunderstanding.
"I don’t want to keep anything from you," he admitted. "But I’m trying to figure out how to say it so I don’t fuck this up."
At that, you finally turned, your eyes narrowing. "Fuck what up?"
He let out a frustrated laugh, rubbing his face. "Us, obviously."
Your lips parted slightly, and for the first time, he saw the flicker of doubt in your eyes. "Why would you think that?"
"Because I feel something, and I don’t know if it’s too soon to say it. I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it."
Your breath caught, and he saw your fingers twitch by your side.
"But the way you’ve been looking at me," you whispered, voice quieter now. "It’s been messing with my head. I don’t like not knowing."
"I know," he said, stepping closer. "And I don’t want to make you feel like that."
You held his gaze, searching his expression for something, anything that would make this all make sense. "Then just say it, Seungcheol," you murmured. "Whatever it is."
Seungcheol took a deep breath, his fingers twitching like he was holding himself back. Then, with a quiet chuckle—one that sounded more like surrender than amusement—he finally said it.
"I love you."
The words hung between you, heavy and charged.
Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you just stared at him, like your brain needed time to process what he'd just said. "You—"
"I love you," he repeated, firmer this time. "And I know it’s fast, but it doesn’t change the fact that I do."
You were silent, and his heart pounded in his chest. He wasn’t scared of how he felt—he never was—but this was the first time he was terrified of what you’d do with it.
When you finally spoke, your voice was small. "You weren’t going to tell me?"
"I wanted to," he admitted. "But I didn’t want to push you before you were ready."
Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. "You idiot."
His brows lifted. "What?"
Before he could say anything else, you stepped forward and grabbed his face, pulling him down into a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, wasn’t careful—it was desperate, like you were making up for every second you spent doubting him.
He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you impossibly close. When you finally broke apart, you stayed there, forehead resting against his, breath uneven.
"You love me," you whispered, like you were still trying to believe it.
"Yeah," he murmured, his thumb stroking the side of your face. "I do."
You swallowed hard. "Then say it again."
He huffed out a soft laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before whispering against them, "I love you."
You just hug him, burying your face into his chest, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. You don't say it back—not yet—but you don’t freak out either.
"You're an idiot," you mumble against his shirt.
Seungcheol lets out a soft laugh, his hands running up and down your back. "I figured that much"
You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. "You're an absolute idiot for thinking I’d run away now."
Something in his expression softens, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. His fingers tighten slightly where they rest on your waist.
"So... you're not mad anymore?" he asks, a bit cautious, a bit hopeful.
You roll your eyes, but there's no real bite to it. "Maybe at myself. The world, I don't know," you sigh, shaking your head before leaning back into his chest. "But I’m not running away, so you better deal with it."
Seungcheol chuckles, holding you even closer, his chin resting on top of your head. "Oh, I’ll deal with it just fine." he doesn’t let go. If anything, he holds you even tighter, like he's afraid that if he loosens his grip even a little, you might change your mind.
"You know," he murmurs, his voice warm against your hair, "I really wasn’t trying to keep anything from you. I just… I didn’t want to mess this up."
You sigh, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "You almost did."
He chuckles, but it’s breathy, like he knows how close he came. "Yeah. Noted."
You tilt your head back, looking up at him. His eyes are searching yours, and you can tell he’s still a little hesitant, still waiting for you to process everything.
But you stay there, in his arms, with him. No running away, no deflecting, no hiding away. Then you smile, kissing him softly like you know he'll know what you wanted to say.
And he does.
It's the end of another long workday, the only redeeming part of it is when your boyfriend texted you letting you know he'll come and pick you up. Though for Seungcheol it's the norm, he just likes updating you.
He barely has time to react before you're already right in front of him, practically bouncing on your feet. His eyes widen slightly at your enthusiasm, and then—he smirks.
"What’s with the happy energy?" he teases, arms already opening for you.
You don’t even answer, just throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. "I just missed you," you mumble against his shoulder.
He chuckles, wrapping his arms securely around your waist. "Yeah?" he murmurs, voice warm. "That much?"
You nod, still clinging to him. "Mhm. And my day was annoying, so fix it."
He huffs a small laugh and pulls back slightly to look at you. "Fix it, huh? And how am I supposed to do that?"
You dramatically sigh. "I don’t know. Be my boyfriend or something."
Seungcheol grins, tilting his head. "Oh? Thought I already was."
You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. "You are. I’m just reminding you."
He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the car door for you. "Well then, let me take my girlfriend home."
You pretend to think. "Hmm… ice cream first?"
His eyes narrow playfully. "So that’s why you missed me." He laughs, shaking his head, before pulling you into another hug. "Alright, ice cream first. Then home."
Seungcheol glances at you from the driver’s seat, watching as you hum along to the song playing on the radio, fingers drumming idly against your thigh. There’s something light about you now, something warm and unguarded.
He never thought he’d get to see you like this. Not after how hard you pushed him away in the beginning. But now, here you are—grinning at him like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
"What?" you ask, catching his stare.
He shakes his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Nothing. Just… I like seeing you like this."
You blink. "Like what?"
"Happy," he says simply.
Your smile falters just a little, eyes searching his like you’re trying to understand him. You still have those moments, where doubt creeps in, where you hesitate—but they’re fewer now. And even when they do come, Seungcheol just holds on tighter.
"I am happy," you finally say, quieter now.
His hand reaches for yours, fingers intertwining effortlessly. "Good."
For a while, neither of you say anything. You just hold his hand, tracing little shapes against his skin absentmindedly. He doesn’t miss the way you squeeze his fingers, like you’re reassuring yourself that he’s really there.
It hits him all at once—how much he loves you.
How every part of you, even the difficult parts, even the stubborn parts, only makes him love you more.
That night, you’re at his place again, curled up on the couch with him. The TV is on, but neither of you are really watching. You’re leaning against his side, playing with his fingers, and Seungcheol just watches you—completely, utterly taken by you.
"You’re staring again," you mumble without looking up.
"Told you, can’t help it," he says, voice warm with amusement. You roll your eyes but don’t pull away. Instead, you let out a little sigh and shift closer, practically molding yourself against him.
"Comfy?" he teases.
You nod against his chest. "Mhm. You’re warm."
Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. These are the moments he treasures the most—the quiet ones, when you let yourself just be with him without hesitation.
"You’re staying over, right?" he asks after a while.
You hum, considering it. "Do you want me to?"
He scoffs. "Obviously."
A small smile tugs at your lips. "Okay."
Seungcheol grins, satisfied. But then you shift again, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him with that thoughtful expression he knows too well.
"What?" he asks.
You hesitate, like you’re deciding whether or not to say what’s on your mind. But then, after a beat, you ask, "What did you think of me when we first met?"
Seungcheol raises a brow. "You mean when you walked up to me all confident like you owned the place?"
You groan, burying your face in his shirt. "Forget it."
He laughs, pulling you even closer. "No, no. I liked it. I thought you were interesting. A little reckless, but definitely interesting."
You peek up at him. "And now?"
Seungcheol’s gaze softens, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. "Now I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me."
You stare at him for a moment, and Seungcheol swears he sees a million thoughts flicker across your face. But in the end, you don’t say anything—you just smile, a little shy, and nuzzle back into his chest.
He holds you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
Yeah, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
It happens so naturally that neither of you realize it at first.
It’s a lazy weekend morning, the kind where neither of you are in a rush to do anything. You spent the night at his place again, and now you’re curled up under the covers, half-awake, watching Seungcheol pull on a hoodie as he gets ready to leave for the gym.
"I’ll be back soon," he says, fixing his hair in the mirror
You nod sleepily, your voice still thick with drowsiness. "Okay. Bye, I love you."
Seungcheol freezes.
You don’t even notice—you just turn over, snuggling deeper into the blankets, eyes already fluttering shut again.
It takes him a full five seconds to process what just happened.
You said it. I love you. Just like that, so effortlessly, so naturally, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
His heart is pounding.
Does he wake you up? Does he say it back right now? Should he pretend he didn’t hear it and bring it up later? What is he supposed to do with this information?
Seungcheol lets out a breath, running a hand through his hair. He glances back at you—you’re already asleep again, completely unaware of the internal crisis you just threw him into.
With a small, almost incredulous smile, he leans down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead.
"I love you too," he murmurs, even though you’re not awake to hear it.
And with that, he leaves, a stupid grin on his face the entire way to the gym.
Later when he comes back from his workout, he's practically bouncing on his feet. Seungcheol walks through the door with an energy that’s almost suspicious. He’s humming—actually humming—as he tosses his gym bag aside and heads straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
You, curled up on the couch with your phone, raise an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so jolly?"
He grins, twisting the cap off his water bottle. "Can’t a guy just be in a good mood?"
"No, not you. You, specifically, are annoyingly smug right now," you counter, narrowing your eyes. "What happened at the gym? Did you beat Joshua at something?"
Seungcheol lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. "No, nothing like that." He takes a sip of water, still smiling
You watch him for a second, suspicious. "You're acting weird."
"Am I?" he teases, walking over to you. Before you can protest, he flops onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms with ease. "Maybe I’m just happy to see my girlfriend."
You squint at him. "Okay, now I know something’s up."
Seungcheol just chuckles, squeezing you tighter as he buries his face into your shoulder. "You’re overthinking, baby."
You poke his cheek, trying to get a read on him. He’s still grinning, a little too happy, but whatever it is, he’s clearly not going to tell you. You sigh, deciding to drop it—for now.
Instead, you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He kisses the top of your head, and even though you don’t know why he’s in such a ridiculously good mood, you find yourself smiling anyway.
Seungcheol holds you close, his chin resting lightly atop your head. His voice is quieter now, softer, just for you. "I love you."
It’s not the first time he’s said it, and he never expects you to say it back—not until you’re ready.
But today, it feels different.
Today, he heard it from you first, even if you didn’t realize it. You shift slightly in his arms, letting out a sleepy hum, but you don’t react beyond that. You’re still completely unaware of what you said before he left earlier.
Seungcheol doesn’t mind, though. The words are still lingering in his chest, making everything feel a little bit lighter, a little bit warmer. He tightens his hold on you, just a little. He’ll wait until you’re fully aware of it, until you choose to say it again—because he knows you will.
For now, though, he just lets himself enjoy the moment.
What he doesn’t know is that you've been thinking about it too.
You didn’t realize how much space the thought was taking up in your head until recently. how much you wanted to say it, how much it sat at the tip of your tongue every time he smiled at you, every time he pulled you closer without a second thought.
You've always been cautious with your feelings, but with Seungcheol, it feels different. It is different.
"You're thinking too hard," he finally says, pulling you from your thoughts.
You blink, turning to him. "What?"
His eyes crinkle with a teasing grin. "You're staring at the TV, but you haven’t reacted to anything in the last twenty minutes. Either you’re really bad at watching dramas, or something’s on your mind."
You open your mouth, then close it again, hesitating. If only you knew that he was fighting the same battle—wondering when you'd say it, waiting to hear it again, completely unaware that it had already slipped past your lips once before.
You exhale, shaking your head. "It’s nothing."
Seungcheol just hums, reaching over to tug you into his side. He doesn’t press, doesn’t push. Neither of you knows that you’re both waiting for the same thing.
You feel the warmth of his palm as he rubs gentle circles on your back. His voice is soft, comforting, steady—just like him.
"You know you can tell me, right?" he murmurs, his eyes searching yours. "Anything. I’ll be here. But take your time."
Your fingers tighten slightly around the fabric of his hoodie. You want to say it. You really do. The words feel heavy on your tongue, but there’s still something in you that holds back—maybe fear, maybe habit.
Seungcheol doesn’t push. He never does. He just stays close, waiting, patient as ever.
You nod, resting your forehead against his shoulder. "I know."
And he just smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Good."
Little does he know, the next time you say it, you’ll be wide awake and it happened in the middle of a completely ridiculous argument.
“You’re doing it wrong,” you insist, arms crossed as you watch him attempt to assemble the shelf you bought.
He scoffs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m doing it wrong? I literally followed the instructions!”
“You’re not supposed to tighten that part first! It’s going to make the other side uneven.”
“That makes no sense.” He stares at you, completely baffled. “How does that even—?”
“Cheol, baby, I love you, but you’re being so stubborn right now.”
Silence.
Your own words register a second too late, and your eyes widen in horror. Seungcheol, on the other hand, freezes mid-motion, screwdriver in hand, looking at you like you just knocked the wind out of him.
You both just… stare at each other.
Then he slowly puts the screwdriver down, standing up to his full height, taking a step toward you. “What did you just say?”
You immediately backtrack. “I said you’re stubborn—”
“No, no, before that.” His lips are curving into a slow smile now, eyes practically glowing with amusement.
Your face burns. “I—nothing, it’s nothing—”
He traps you against the counter in a second, hands braced on either side of you. “Say it again.”
Your heart is pounding. “Cheol—”
“Sweetheart—” he drawls, voice teasing.
You groan, covering your face with your hands. “I hate you.”
He chuckles, effortlessly prying your hands away. “That’s not what you said.”
“I am never speaking again.”
His grin softens as he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Too bad, ‘cause I love hearing you say it.”
And just like that, he kisses you, completely ruining your ability to argue back. Seungcheol pulls back just enough to look at you, his lips still curved into that teasing grin. “Say it again.”
You groan, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “Cheol—”
“Come on, just once more.” His voice is soft, coaxing, as if he’s trying to savor the moment.
You purse your lips, pretending to think. “Hmm. No.”
His grip on your waist tightens as he buries his face against your shoulder, groaning dramatically. “Baby, please.”
You laugh at how genuinely desperate he sounds. “I already said it once—”
“You accidentally said it. I need to hear it properly.” He pulls back again, looking at you with those warm brown eyes, filled with so much adoration it makes your stomach flip. “Please?”
You bite your lip, trying to hold back your smile, but it’s impossible. “I love you,” you finally mumble, cheeks warm. A full-blown grin takes over his face, and before you can react, he lifts you off the ground, spinning you around.
“I knew it! I knew you loved me!”
You yelp, holding onto him for dear life. “Cheol—put me down!”
“Never,” he declares dramatically, but he does set you back on your feet only to pepper your face with kisses, making you giggle.
He pulls back just slightly, his hands cradling your face. “Say it one more time?”
You roll your eyes, but the way he’s looking at you makes your heart melt. So you cup his face in return, smiling softly as you whisper, “I love you, Seungcheol.”
He kisses you like he’s been waiting forever to hear that. And honestly, you think you could get used to this.
You never thought you’d be here. Wrapped up in Seungcheol’s arms on a lazy Sunday morning, his even breathing against your hair, your legs tangled together like there wasn’t a time you used to push him away.
It still amazes you sometimes. How this happened. How he happened.
Seungcheol shifts, arms tightening around you as he mumbles something incoherent. He’s warm, comfortable, and you let yourself sink into him for a little longer before peeking up at his face.
“Hmm?”
“I said,” he repeats, voice raspy from sleep, “you should get up and make breakfast today.”
You snort. “No thanks.”
He groans dramatically. “You’re lucky I love you.”
That makes you pause, thinking back to how long it took you to get here—to be able to hear those words and not flinch, to not shut him out at the first sign of something real.
When you first met him, you were all sharp edges and walls built so high even you weren’t sure how to break them down. You’d walked into his life all confidence and bravado, pretending like you could handle him, only to realize you’d bitten off more than you could chew.
And still, he stayed.
Through every time you tried to push him away, through every moment of doubt, through every scar you never wanted to talk about—he stayed. He waited.
“You okay?” he murmurs now, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are soft, filled with something so deep it makes your chest ache.
You nod, smiling a little. “Yeah.”
“Hmm.” His gaze lingers like he knows you’re thinking about something, but he doesn’t push. He never does. He just looks at you with love you thought you'll never feel again, arms feeling like a home you thought you'd never find.
So, naturally, you decide to ruin the moment.
“Though, if we’re talking about luck,” you muse, dragging a finger down his chest, “you are the lucky one here.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes.” You hum, barely biting back a grin. “Because who else would deal with your ridiculous gym obsession, your clinginess, and—oh! The way you steal the blankets every night?”
Seungcheol gasps, scandalized. “I steal the blankets?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, you are the thief here. I wake up freezing at least twice a week because you bundle yourself up like a burrito—”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
He huffs before suddenly rolling over, pinning you beneath him. “You’re lucky I’m patient.”
You grin up at him. “You’re lucky I let you love me.”
"Baby, give credit where it's due. I worked hard to be here" he jokingly says, cuddling you even more. And he really did, he is exactly the man he said he is. He didn't leave, he stayed when it mattered. He never let you go when you wanted to disappear.
To him, you will always be worth all that wait. It wasn't luck. It was him being sure of you from that very first night. It was luck when you saw him that night at the bar.
But the rest, that's all him and you. It's hardwork but with the person, with you, it's easy.
And that’s why, despite all the teasing and the banter, you lift a hand to cup his cheek and whisper, “Thank you for waiting for me.”
That makes something flicker in his eyes, something real and tender, because you both know how hard it was for you to accept love—to accept him.
His face softens, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Always.”
And really, this is how life with Seungcheol is—full of laughter, playful teasing, and more love than you ever thought possible. You never expected to let someone in so completely, but here he is, and you wouldn’t change a thing.
The moment his mouth is on you, it’s like every ounce of restraint he’s ever had vanishes. He’s relentless, almost feral, devouring you with a desperation that’s nothing short of primal. The wet, filthy sounds of his tongue and lips slurping, sucking, and kissing are shameless, echoing in the room, mixing with your breathy moans. He doesn’t care how obscene it is—if anything, the noise spurs him on. His groans are low and guttural, vibrating against your core as if you’re the one touching him, as if the mere act of tasting you is wrecking him from the inside out. “god, you taste so fucking good,” he rasps against your slick skin, his voice muffled but dripping with hunger, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you spread wide for him. The way his tongue works your clit, flicking and swirling with unrelenting fervor, makes your entire body shake, and when he sucks on it with a bruising intensity, you feel like you might unravel completely. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans, the vibration of his voice sending electric shocks up your spine as your hips grind against his eager mouth. He doesn’t just want to pleasure you—he wants to consume you, devour every reaction, every moan, every shuddering breath. When your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull, your thighs trembling around his head, his deep, guttural moan pushes you over the edge, and even then, he doesn’t stop. His lips and tongue work you through the aftershocks, utterly addicted to the way you fall apart beneath him.
Few days before the guys and their families arrive in Mumbai. Gia called you to pick up the guys but you were in middle of shoot. So instead of you Gia asked Aarav to recieve the guys from airport to home.
(You live with Gia and her family because when you were 11 your parents had an accident and they passed away and since Gia' and your's were childhood besties Gia's parents made you stay with them as if your their daughter )
The guys reached home which was massive. It can be said that Gia's parents were Hella rich. The house was just like the palace the moment guys and their arrived home. Gia's family welcomed them with garland and sweets. The moment when the greetings were over and everyone were settled in their rooms. Scoups called you however you weren't able to answer you were still shooting. So scoups went to Gia and asked where were you to which Gia informed that you were shooting for your movie.
Today was the last day of the shoot and the moment you rapped up there was party. The director adored you and requested you to come so you changed yourself in casuals and went to the party and stayed there for like an hour or so. It was already 2 in the morning. You reached home at 3 in morning, all burnt out. You entered home and saw Dk Dino and seungkwan roaming around the garden. You went there straight and hugged them. "Woah niki where were you??" Seungkwan asked you. You were so tired yet you said "today was the last day of the shoot and there this completion party that the director insisted to attend. So kind of had to...and I seriously would love to drink if you guys are planning to." Dino came forward and asked "whiskey on the rocks ??" "Please bring it on" you said with a smile . Then Dk enquired "so what kind of shoot it was ???" You said "it's a movie..that I am doing.. kind of a love story between a princess and the soldier... Kind of romantic" suddenly you hear scoups voice from behind "sounds interesting!" You turn to see scoups standing you look at him took a pause, whereas others understood the atmosphere and disappeared. "Yup..how are you ?? How was the flight" you asked without a word scoups came forward and took the glass and placed it on the table near by and hugged you. Smelling your hair his hands making patterns at the small back of yours. You touched his chest whispering "don't do it here Gia's family would see us" scoups retrieves slowly spoke "find then let's go! I have to talk" he held you hand and went straight inside the palace and suddenly you saw Aarav and removed your hand from his grip. Aarav smiled at you " heyy.. you're back..did you eat? Do you need coffee??" You declined and looked at scoups as you moved ahead with scoups Aarav spoke again "you guys are friends??" Before you could say anything scoups answered "yes..we know each other very well and we have a lot catch up if you'll excuse us" . You awkwardly smiled and said "you heard him.. I'll see you tomorrow!"
As you made your way inside scoups room you threw your bag and turned around and folded your hands and asked "what was that ??? Why were you so rude ??" To which scoups answered "rude seriously?? I wanted to talk to you spend some time he was speaking continuously." You roled your eyes "what you wanna talk about ?" Scoups spoke "why are you ignoring me ?? See I like you a lot!..why you're doing this ? It's been months.." "yes it's been months after your dating scandal with SinB ...what the hell you expect me to do ?? It just way too difficult for me!" Scoups softend listening to you and held your hands and spoke "see nothing is going on between us... To be precise nothing was there to begin with.." then why did she say all those things I being your new toy " "she liked me since I debuted... I never reciprocated her feelings because I never had any feelings for her... everything I felt was only for you...no-one else." Before you could speak you got a call from Gia's mom and you rushed out of the room and went straight to Gia's mom you saw your aunt and went to her and hugged her tightly "my godd aunty...it's been a while...I missed you so much.." "I know kiddo I was in Delhi when Gia's mom gave me the news of wedding and I came..so tell me did you prepare anything for the cocktail and sangeet party ? " You smiled and nodded and said " I have something ready already already." "Can't you tell me ??" Asked your aunt and suddenly Woozi's and seunghcheol's mom joined you bowed them hello and you spoke "I am really very sorry I wasn't able to pick you up...I was somewhere really far.." seunghcheol's mom spoke "it's fine...btw I saw your music video cheol showed it to me and I have heard a lot about you." You smiled and said "dear ladies I must tell you that it 4 in the morning and we a cocktail and sangeet tomorrow please let's get out beauty sleep." Everyone smile and went to their rooms and so did you. From your room you called Dino and prepared a surprise dance for everyone in a popular hindi song
drowning in the deepest of truths, I think I'm falling for you - choi seungcheol scenario
hellooo ~ so it's been a while... few things to address😅 i saw svt recently and i can confirm i cried hahah and second thing, a certain mr. seungcheol choi bias wrecked me so we're here. say thank u to him🤣
THIS ISTG TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE. if you've been here for a long time, i think it's obvious i love a good friends-to-lovers storyline. i wanna give myself a pat on the back for writing this😅hope you like it too!!
You’ve been friends with Seungcheol for as long as you can remember. He’s the dependable guy, the one who shows up at your door with takeout when you’re upset, drives you to late-night emergencies, and threatens to "have a word" with anyone who so much as looks at you the wrong way. He’s also the same guy who will call you at 2 AM to complain about Jeonghan stealing his food or Seungkwan roasting his playlist choices.
It’s all very platonic.
At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
But here’s the thing—platonic friends don’t always behave the way Seungcheol does with you.
Like how he always walks closest to the road when you’re together. You thought he did that for everyone until Jeonghan once teased him about being your personal bodyguard. “What, I’m just making sure she’s safe,” he’d grumbled, cheeks faintly red. You’d laughed it off, but now every time he switches sides to keep you away from traffic, your brain unhelpfully replays Jeonghan’s teasing.
Then there’s his car. His precious car. The one you’ve seen him ban people from for spilling a drink or even breathing too close to the upholstery. Yet, somehow, you’re the only one allowed to eat fries in it without getting scolded. “Because you’re neat,” he’d explained once, though you distinctly remember dropping ketchup on the seat that one time. He cleaned it up himself and still handed you another fry.
And don’t even get started on the hand thing. He always has a hand on your back—guiding you through crowds, steadying you when you wobble on uneven ground, or just casually resting it there when you’re walking side by side.
It’s warm, reassuring, and totally not something friends think about when they’re lying in bed at night.
You tried asking him about it once. “You’re very handsy, you know.”
“Would you rather I let you trip and fall?” he’d retorted with a smirk.
“Not what I meant, but okay.”
The problem is, Seungcheol seems completely unaffected by all this. He treats you like you’re just another one of his friends, albeit one he’s particularly protective of. You’ve heard him swear up and down to Jeonghan and Seungkwan that you’re just his friend. Jeonghan, of course, doesn’t believe him.
“Right, because you hold all your ‘friends’ like they’re a national treasure,” Jeonghan had said, earning himself a withering glare.
“Shut up, Jeonghan,” Seungcheol had snapped, but his ears were noticeably pink.
Then there was Seungkwan, who once asked, “Why don’t you just marry her already? Save us all the suspense.”
“We’re friends,” Seungcheol had groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
It’s honestly infuriating. Not because you want him to admit something else (okay, maybe you do, but only a little), but because it leaves you constantly second-guessing everything.
Like when he shows up to your apartment with soup because you mentioned a scratchy throat, or when he lingers outside your building after dropping you off just to make sure you’re inside safely.
Or—your personal favorite—when he softens. That big, tough guy act he puts on with everyone else melts the second he looks at you.
His voice gets gentler, his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and he’s suddenly the kind of guy who brushes hair out of your face without a second thought.
It’s maddening.
And apparently, you’re not the only one who thinks so.
“I don’t get it,” Jeonghan says one day, while you’re all sitting at a café. “Why are you two still dancing around each other? Just confess already.”
You nearly choke on your drink. “What?! There’s nothing to confess!”
“Exactly,” Seungcheol agrees, but his jaw tightens ever so slightly
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “Sure. And I’m the president.”
“Jeonghan, drop it,” Seungcheol warns.
“Fine, fine.” Jeonghan smirks but doesn’t look convinced.
By the time you’re walking home together later, the conversation keeps replaying in your head. Seungcheol is quiet beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets.
“You’re awfully quiet,” you say, bumping your shoulder against his.
He glances at you, his expression unreadable. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“...Nothing important.”
You don’t push, but as his hand finds its familiar place on your back when you cross the street, you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Jeonghan was onto something.
You knew it was going to be a long day when your boss handed you that stack of papers at 4 PM. By the time you finally wrapped up, the office was practically empty, the night sky spilling across the windows.
A quick glance at your phone confirmed what you already dreaded—you’d missed the last bus. Groaning, you stuffed your things into your bag, resigning yourself to the long walk home.
It wasn’t that bad. Just… cold, dark, and slightly creepy. You’d be fine.
Totally fine.
But when you pushed through the lobby doors and stepped outside, you stopped dead in your tracks.
There he was.
Choi Seungcheol, leaning casually against his car, arms crossed over his chest like he’d been waiting all night. His head tilted up as soon as he heard the door open, and when he saw you, that familiar, infuriatingly soft smile spread across his face.
“Finally,” he said, pushing off the car. “I thought you were going to sleep in there.”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you managed, “What… what are you doing here?”
“Picking you up,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world
“I didn’t ask you to.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t need to.”
You frowned, confused. “How did you even know I was still here?”
“Your light was on when I drove by earlier.”
“You drove by?”
He had the audacity to look sheepish. “I figured you’d miss the bus. And I didn’t want you walking home alone.”
Your heart did an annoying little flip. “I can take care of myself, you know.”
“Sure you can,” he said, completely unfazed. “But humor me, okay? Get in the car.”
You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to argue, but the cold wind nipping at your cheeks made the decision for you. “Fine,” you muttered, walking past him to the passenger door.
“Good choice,” he said, smirking as he opened the door for you.
The car was warm, smelling faintly of his cologne, and as you settled into the seat, you couldn’t help but notice the little things—how he’d adjusted the seat warmer on your side or how there was a blanket folded neatly in the backseat.
He climbed in and started the engine, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Hungry?”
You blinked. “What?”
“You barely eat when you’re working late,” he said. “We can grab something on the way home.”
You stared at him, baffled. “Do you do this for all your friends?”
He smirked, pulling out of the parking lot. “Do what?”
“Show up unannounced, wait in the cold, and then offer to feed them.”
“Only the ones who miss the last bus.”
Your lips twitched despite yourself. “So just me, then?”
“Just you,” he admitted, glancing at you again with a small smile.
The ride home was quiet, the hum of the engine and the city lights passing by making everything feel oddly intimate. When he finally pulled up in front of your building, you turned to him, suddenly unsure of what to say.
“Thanks for… this,” you said awkwardly, gesturing vaguely.
“Anytime,” he said easily.
As you reached for the door handle, he stopped you. “Hey.”
You turned back, and his expression had softened, the playful smirk replaced with something quieter, more sincere.
“Text me next time, okay? So I don’t have to guess.”
Your chest tightened, and you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay.”
You stepped out of the car, his eyes on you the entire time, and as you walked to your building, you couldn’t help but smile.
He wasn’t just a friend. Not to you, anyway. And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t just a friend to him either.
It was supposed to be a quiet night for Seungcheol. He’d gone out with some friends, had a couple of drinks, and was planning to head home early. But somehow, he ended up back at Jeonghan’s place with Seungkwan sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of them looking far too smug for his liking.
They were up to something. They were always up to something.
“So,” Jeonghan started, drawing out the word like he had all the time in the world, “guess who’s out on a date right now?”
Seungcheol barely glanced up from his phone. “I don’t know. Who?”
“You,” Seungkwan deadpanned, then snorted. “Kidding. It’s her.”
Seungcheol’s fingers froze mid-scroll. “What?”
“You know who,” Jeonghan said, raising an eyebrow.
“She’s on a date,” Seungkwan added, like he was explaining something to a toddler.
Seungcheol’s brain short-circuited for a second. “Wait. What?”
“Why are you so shocked?” Jeonghan leaned back, looking like the cat that got the cream. “She’s a grown woman. She deserves to have a little fun.”
“She’s—she’s on a date?” Seungcheol repeated, his voice louder this time
“Yes, and he’s so handsome,” Seungkwan said dramatically, clasping his hands together like he was narrating a fairytale. “Tall, charming, great hair—”
“Wait a minute. You set her up?” Seungcheol cut in, his voice sharp
“Of course,” Jeonghan said breezily. “You weren’t making a move, so we figured someone else should.”
“I’m not—” Seungcheol started, then stopped, his jaw clenching. “She doesn’t need you meddling in her life.”
“She seemed fine with it,” Jeonghan said, grinning. “Actually, she looked pretty excited.”
That sentence hit Seungcheol like a punch to the gut. You? Excited to go on a date with some random guy? The thought made his chest tighten in a way he didn’t want to think about.
“I don’t get why you care so much,” Seungkwan said, narrowing his eyes. “I mean, she’s just your friend, right?”
Seungcheol’s head snapped toward him, but he didn’t say anything, his jaw working furiously as he tried to come up with a response.
“Right?” Seungkwan pressed, leaning forward.
Jeonghan smirked. “You do seem awfully worked up for someone who’s ‘just a friend.’”
Seungcheol shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “She is my friend.”
“Hmm,” Jeonghan hummed, unconvinced. “Then why do you look like you’re about to track down this guy and challenge him to a duel?”
“I’m not—” Seungcheol groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m just… concerned.”
“About what?” Seungkwan asked innocently.
“About her,” Seungcheol snapped. “What if he’s some creep? What if he says something to upset her? What if—”
“Oh my God,” Jeonghan interrupted, laughing. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” Seungcheol said through gritted teeth.
“Then why are you gripping the couch like it insulted your ancestors?” Seungkwan asked, gesturing to Seungcheol’s white-knuckled hands.
“I’m just protective,” he argued weakly.
“Right. Protective,” Jeonghan said, rolling his eyes. “Because that totally explains the vein popping out of your forehead right now.”
Seungcheol groaned again, sinking back into the couch. He hated how transparent he was, especially to these two.
“Look,” Jeonghan said, leaning forward, his tone suddenly serious. “If you don’t want her going on dates with other guys, then maybe you should finally admit how you feel.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t even try it,” Seungkwan cut in, holding up a hand. “We all know. She’s the only person you drop everything for. The only one you talk to with that stupid soft voice. You treat her like she’s your entire world, but you’re too stubborn to say it.”
Seungcheol opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. Because they were right. They were absolutely, infuriatingly right.
“Okay, fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe I feel something. But what if she doesn’t feel the same?”
Jeonghan snorted. “Are you kidding me? She’s just as bad as you. She talks about you all the time, and don’t even get me started on the way she looks at you. You’re both idiots.”
Seungkwan nodded solemnly. “Big, dumb idiots.”
Seungcheol stared at them, his mind racing. Maybe it was time to stop being an idiot.
“Where’s this date happening?” he asked suddenly.
Jeonghan and Seungkwan exchanged a glance, their smirks returning.
“Why?” Jeonghan asked, feigning innocence.
Seungcheol stood, grabbing his jacket. “Because I’m about to fix this.”
“Finally,” Seungkwan muttered, shaking his head.
Jeonghan grinned. “Go get her, tiger.”
And with that, Seungcheol stormed out, determined to set things right—even if it meant crashing your date.
Meanwhile you were having a perfectly peaceful evening. The kind where the air was crisp, the stars were starting to peek out, and the banana milk you’d picked up from the convenience store was hitting just right. Strolling through your neighborhood, you took another long sip, savoring the sweetness.
And then, like something out of a drama, Seungcheol’s sleek black car zipped past you.
You blinked, nearly choking on your drink.
Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. But then the brake lights lit up, and the car slowed before making a sharp U-turn.
You stopped walking, half-expecting someone else to step out of the car. But, of course, it was Seungcheol.
He parked haphazardly by the curb and got out, looking a little disheveled, which was unusual for him. His jacket was slightly askew, and his hair looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times.
“Hey,” he said, jogging up to you, his voice slightly breathless.
“Uh, hi?” you said, thoroughly confused. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he countered, crossing his arms but not quite meeting your eyes.
“I’m just walking,” you replied, holding up your banana milk as if to prove your innocence. “What about you?”
He hesitated for a second too long. “I was… driving.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Driving? Around here?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was… in the area.”
“In the area?” you repeated, unconvinced.
“Yes,” he said firmly, but his eyes flickered to the drink in your hand, betraying his nerves.
You decided not to press him. Seungcheol acting weird wasn’t exactly new, but something about him tonight seemed different. Like he was on edge. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense, and he kept shifting from foot to foot like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“You okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head.
He froze, then sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“I’m just… stressed,” he admitted reluctantly.
“Work?” you guessed.
“Something like that,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.
You frowned, feeling a pang of concern. Without thinking, you held out your banana milk to him, your fingers curling around the straw as you offered it up. “Here. This always makes me feel better.”
He blinked at you, caught completely off guard. “What?”
“Drink it,” you said, blinking up at him innocently. “It’ll help.”
He stared at you for a moment, his expression softening in that way that always made your heart skip a beat. “You’re sharing your banana milk with me?”
“Don’t make it weird,” you mumbled, cheeks warming.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he took the drink from you, his fingers brushing yours. He took a hesitant sip, his eyes never leaving yours, and for a moment, the world felt strangely quiet.
“Not bad,” he said, handing it back to you.
“See? Instant stress relief,” you said lightly, though your chest felt tight for reasons you didn’t want to examine too closely.
He didn’t respond right away, his gaze lingering on you in a way that made you feel uncharacteristically shy. Finally, he reached out, ruffling your hair like he used to do when you were younger. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
You laughed softly, brushing his hand away. “Someone’s gotta take care of you.”
His smile faltered just slightly, something unspoken passing between you before he cleared his throat and stepped back. “I’ll drive you home.”
“It’s just a short walk—”
“Let me drive you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You didn’t fight him on it. You weren’t sure why, but Seungcheol’s strange mood tugged at something deep inside you.
As you climbed into his car and he pulled onto the road, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his stress than he was letting on. And from the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he glanced at you, you had a feeling he was thinking the exact same thing.
A few days later since that night. You're still wondering why Seungcheol was acting weird but you brush it off, thinking maybe he's just stressed because of work.
Now you're somewhere unfamiliar.
You sighed in frustration, staring at the unfamiliar street signs around you.
You were definitely lost.
The errand you thought would take twenty minutes had somehow turned into an hour-long disaster. To make matters worse, your phone signal had cut out just when you’d tried to pull up directions.
After wandering aimlessly for what felt like forever, your phone finally regained some service, and you immediately dialed Jeonghan’s number. He was your go-to for emergencies like this—always on his phone and annoyingly calm in situations where you were about ready to cry.
“Hello?” Jeonghan’s familiar voice answered on the first ring
“Jeonghan!” you practically wailed. “I’m lost.”
“Lost?” he echoed, sounding more amused than concerned. “Where are you?”
“I don’t know,” you groaned, scanning the street for anything remotely familiar. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere, and then my phone lost signal, and now I have no idea where I am.”
“Okay, okay,” he said, clearly suppressing a laugh. “Relax. Describe your surroundings.”
You rattled off a description of the nearby buildings and street signs, and Jeonghan hummed thoughtfully. “Alright, I think I know where you are. Just stay put, and I’ll send someone to get you.”
“Wait—someone? Who?”
But before he could answer, the line disconnected.
Fifteen minutes later, as you sat on a bench scrolling through your now-working phone, your screen lit up with an incoming call from Seungcheol.
You hesitated for a second before answering. “Hello?”
“What the hell?” was the first thing out of his mouth, his voice a mix of irritation and concern.
“What?” you asked, confused
“Why didn’t you call me?” he demanded
You blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re lost, right? Why didn’t you call me?”
“I—” You paused, feeling slightly guilty. “I figured you’d be busy with work. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Bother me?” he repeated incredulously. “You think calling me when you’re lost is a bother?”
“I mean… kind of?” you said hesitantly. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to distract you.”
There was a brief pause, and when he spoke again, his tone was softer, almost hurt. “You’re never a bother, you know that, right?”
You swallowed, suddenly feeling small. “I didn’t want to interrupt anything important.”
“You’re important,” he shot back without missing a beat.
Your heart did a funny little flip at his words, but you tried to shake it off. “Jeonghan said he’d send someone to get me,” you mumbled.
“Yeah, and that someone is me,” Seungcheol said, his voice firm. “I’m on my way.”
“Oh,” was all you managed to say.
“Stay where you are. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, and then the line went dead.
True to his word, Seungcheol’s car pulled up exactly ten minutes later. He got out and strode toward you, his expression a mixture of exasperation and relief.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning you for any signs of distress.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sheepishly. “Sorry for making you come all the way out here.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said firmly. “Just… next time, call me first, okay? No matter what. I don’t care how busy I am.”
You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest at his words. “Okay. I will.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair before reaching out to flick your forehead gently. “Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his voice. “You scared me.”
You smiled up at him, clutching your phone tightly. “Thanks for coming to get me.”
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Always.”
And with that, he opened the car door for you, muttering something about making sure you had a proper map app installed while you slid into the passenger seat, feeling safer than you’d felt all day.
The car was quiet save for the low hum of the engine as Seungcheol drove. You sat in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at him every now and then. His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. You could tell he was still annoyed—though more at himself than at you—but the silence was starting to get to you.
“Are you really mad?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper
He didn’t answer right away, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. You shifted in your seat, feeling a small pang of guilt.
“Cheol?” you tried again, a little louder this time
Finally, he glanced at you, just for a second, and that’s when he saw it—the faint pout on your lips, your eyes wide and filled with worry.
Whatever lingering annoyance he felt melted away instantly.
How could he ever stay mad at you?
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.
In that fleeting moment, something clicked. He’d always known he cared about you, but this was different.
This was deeper.
The way his chest ached at the thought of you being lost, the way he couldn’t focus on anything else until he knew you were safe—it all made sense now.
He was in deep. Really, truly in deep.
But he kept that realization buried, locking it away for now. Because what if you didn’t feel the same? What if he ruined what you already had?
So instead of saying what was really on his mind, he shook his head and let out a small sigh. “No, I’m not mad,” he said softly, his voice losing all the sharpness from earlier.
“Really?” you asked, your pout disappearing as a hopeful smile crept onto your face.
He glanced at you again, his lips twitching into a faint smile. “Really. Just… call me next time, okay? No matter what.”
“Okay,” you said quickly, nodding.
“Good,” he said, turning his attention back to the road. But the corner of his mouth quirked up, betraying his amusement at how eager you were to ease his worries.
And as you settled back into your seat, sipping the banana milk you’d insisted on bringing with you, Seungcheol kept driving, silently grappling with the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger—and you didn’t even know it.
It’s not something you consciously think about, but Seungcheol is the first person you instinctively search for in every situation.
Whether it’s at a gathering, in a crowded room, or even during simple moments like deciding where to sit, your eyes always find him first. And it’s always easy to spot him—because, without fail, he leaves a space open beside him, like he’s silently saving it just for you.
He never says anything about it, but you’ve come to notice how it’s always you in the passenger seat of his car, you who gets the last fry from his plate, and you who he lets get away with things no one else can.
One day, after an especially long week at work, you found yourself riding home with him again. The car was quiet, save for the soft hum of the radio, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.
“Cheol,” you said, breaking the silence.
“Hmm?” he responded, glancing at you briefly before returning his attention to the road.
“Do you think…” You hesitated, biting your lip. “Do you think I’m taking advantage of you being such a good friend?”
He frowned slightly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “What?”
“I mean…” You trailed off, unsure how to explain yourself. “You do so much for me. I feel like I’m always leaning on you, and maybe—”
“Stop,” he interrupted, pulling the car to a gentle stop at a red light. He turned to look at you, his expression soft but serious. “You’re not taking advantage of me.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but he reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear in that way that always made your breath catch.
“I wouldn’t do any of it if I didn’t want to,” he said firmly, his voice low and steady. Then, with a small smile, he added, “Take advantage of me all you want.”
You blinked at him, startled by the sincerity in his tone. For a moment, it felt like the world outside the car had faded away, leaving only the two of you in your little bubble.
There was something in the way he said it, something in his gaze that made your chest tighten. Like he wasn’t just saying you could rely on him, but something deeper—something more.
But you didn’t push it, didn’t ask him to elaborate.
Instead, you smiled softly, feeling your cheeks warm. “Thanks, Cheol.”
He nodded, turning back to the road as the light turned green, but his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, as if he was trying to shake off whatever had just passed between you.
And though neither of you said it out loud, his words lingered in the air between you, unspoken but clear.
Take advantage of me all you want.
It sounded an awful lot like he was saying, I’m yours.
The music was loud, the kind that vibrated through your chest and made regular conversation impossible.
You were at yet another one of Seungkwan’s chaotic gatherings, where everyone was laughing, shouting, and dancing all at once. You were trying to tell Seungcheol something, but no matter how loud you spoke, your voice barely reached him over the noise.
Finally, with a little huff of frustration, you stepped closer to him. So close that you had to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, amused but curious, as if to ask, What’s up?
Without thinking, you stood on your tiptoes, your hand lightly gripping his arm for balance. Leaning in, you brought your lips close to his ear and whispered the words you’d been trying to say.
His reaction was immediate. You felt his hands gently rest on your waist, steadying you like it was second nature. His touch was warm, firm, and grounding in the chaos of the room.
“What?” he asked, turning his head slightly so his lips were near your ear now, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down your spine.
You repeated yourself, barely able to focus with how close the two of you were. You could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the faint, familiar scent of his cologne.
When you pulled back just enough to look at him, you caught the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slid one of his hands down from your waist and took your hand in his.
Your breath hitched when his fingers laced with yours, his grip firm but gentle, like he wasn’t planning to let go anytime soon. His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, and he gave your hand a little squeeze, as if to silently say, I hear you now.
The moment stretched between you, the noise of the room fading into the background as you stared up at him. His eyes were warm, his smile soft, and for a second, you felt like the two of you were the only ones in the room.
“Better?” he asked, his voice just loud enough for you to hear.
You nodded, your cheeks warm as you managed a small smile. “Better.”
He didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.
As the night wore on, you and Seungcheol gravitated toward each other like magnets. Even in the chaos of the party, you never strayed far, and he made no effort to hide how closely he kept you by his side.
At one point, you found yourself standing in front of him, tucked neatly into the protective circle of his arms. His broad frame loomed behind you, shielding your much smaller figure from the crowd. It was a natural thing, the way his arms rested lightly around your waist, his hands occasionally brushing against your sides.
You weren’t sure when you had become so glued to each other, but you didn’t mind. You felt safe there, cocooned in his warmth, the noise of the party fading into the background as you leaned into his steady presence.
Seungcheol leaned down slightly, his chin nearly brushing the top of your head as he murmured, “You okay?”
You turned your head slightly to glance back at him, your eyes meeting his. “Yeah, I’m good.”
His lips quirked into a soft smile, and he gave your waist a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure himself. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“I think I’m fine as long as I stay right here,” you replied without thinking, and you felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter behind you.
“Yeah?” he teased, his voice low and warm. “You planning to stick to me all night?”
You shrugged, your cheeks warming. “Maybe.”
His laugh softened, and you felt his arms tighten around you ever so slightly. “Good,” he said, his voice quieter this time, almost like he hadn’t meant for you to hear it.
From the other side of the room, Seungkwan and Jeonghan stood together, sipping their drinks and watching the scene unfold like it was a live drama.
Jeonghan leaned casually against the wall, a smirk dancing on his lips as his eyes flicked between you and Seungcheol. “You seeing this?” he murmured, just loud enough for Seungkwan to hear over the noise.
“Oh, I’m seeing it,” Seungkwan replied, trying his best to keep a straight face but failing miserably. His grin threatened to split his face in two as he watched Seungcheol pull you closer, his arms tightening protectively around you.
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Should we—”
“Don’t even think about it,” Seungkwan interrupted, though he looked like he was barely holding himself back. “You saw the look he gave us earlier. He’ll kill us if we say anything.”
Just then, Seungcheol’s eyes flicked toward them, sharp and warning. It was a look that screamed, Don’t. You. Dare.
Jeonghan, of course, couldn’t resist a bit of mischief. He raised his glass in a mock toast, tilting his head slightly as if to say, Oh, we’ll see about that.
Seungcheol’s glare darkened, and he subtly mouthed, Don’t.
Seungkwan elbowed Jeonghan, barely stifling his laughter. “You’re gonna get us both killed.”
“Oh, come on,” Jeonghan whispered back, smirking. “It’s too good not to say something. Look at them. She’s practically in his arms, and he’s acting like she’s the only person in the room.”
“I know, but...” Seungkwan hesitated, glancing back at Seungcheol, who had now fully turned his body to shield you from the crowd. “He’s terrifying when it comes to her.”
“Exactly,” Jeonghan said, his smirk widening. “Which makes this even more fun.”
Before either of them could act on their instincts, Seungcheol shot them another glare—this one so intense that even Jeonghan momentarily reconsidered his life choices.
Seungkwan cleared his throat, straightening up. “Yeah, nope. Not worth it. I like being alive.”
Jeonghan chuckled, but even he backed off, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. We’ll let him have his moment. For now.”
But as they watched you and Seungcheol disappear into the night, Jeonghan leaned over to Seungkwan with a glint in his eye. “We’re never letting him live this down, though.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” Seungkwan agreed, grinning. “We’re just waiting for the right moment to strike.”
And with that, the two of them shared a conspiratorial laugh, already plotting how they’d tease Seungcheol later—if they lived to tell the tale.
The quiet of the car was a stark contrast to the laughter and energy of the night. It was just the two of you now, the hum of the engine and the soft rush of air outside the windows filling the space between your thoughts.
Seungcheol’s eyes were on the road, his focus steady, but there was something different in the air tonight. It felt like the perfect moment to finally ask the question that had been lingering on your mind.
"Cheol?" you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Mhm?" he replied, glancing at you briefly before returning his gaze to the road.
You hesitated for a moment, the weight of your thoughts making your chest tighten just a little. "We're not just friends, are we?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
You had been wondering for a while now, but it felt like the right time to ask.
Seungcheol didn’t immediately respond. The car continued on its path, the sound of the engine filling the space. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, but there was a quiet, almost amused undertone to it.
"Whatever you want me to be, I'll be that," he said simply, his eyes still on the road, but there was something in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.
You blinked, processing his words. "What does that mean?" you asked, voice quieter now, trying to decipher his meaning.
"It means," he began, "if you want me to be more than a friend, then that’s what I’ll be. If you want me to be something else, I’ll be that too."
You felt your chest tighten, the air between you both thick with unspoken things.
The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that things had shifted, that the line between just friends and something more was now more blurred than ever before.
"Thanks for the ride," you said softly, unable to hold back a small smile.
Seungcheol smiled back, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer. "Anytime,".
The boys had decided it was time for a beach day—a full day of sun, sand, and chaos. Naturally, Seungcheol insisted you join, claiming it wouldn’t be the same without you. So here you were, walking down the sandy shore with a tote bag slung over your shoulder while the boys argued over the best spot to set up.
Jeonghan, of course, found the shadiest area and claimed it before anyone could argue, while Seungkwan bickered about who had to blow up the inflatable. Meanwhile, Seungcheol carried your beach chair and umbrella, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were keeping up.
When everything was set up, you kicked off your sandals and ran toward the water, the cool waves splashing against your feet. The boys stayed back for a while, caught up in their own antics, until Jeonghan called out to Seungcheol.
“Hey, big guy! You’re really just going to let her wander off alone?”
Seungcheol rolled his eyes but still got up, his protective instincts kicking in almost immediately. He strolled down the beach after you, arms crossed casually over his chest, his broad shoulders drawing attention from passersby.
You were completely oblivious, laughing as you dipped your toes into the waves. That is, until a couple of guys sidled up to you, grinning and trying to make small talk.
“Hey, you here alone?” one of them asked, his tone far too confident for his own good.
“No,” you replied politely but firmly, already taking a step back.
“Come on, just a little chat—”
“Is there a problem here?”
That voice. Low, firm, and unmistakably Seungcheol’s.
The guys froze, their smiles faltering as they turned to see him standing there. His towering frame, sharp jawline, and intense gaze were enough to make them instantly reconsider their life choices.
“N-no, man, we were just—”
“Leaving,” Seungcheol finished for them, his tone leaving no room for argument.
They didn’t need to be told twice, muttering apologies as they shuffled away.
You turned to Seungcheol, your eyebrows raised. “That wasn’t necessary. I could’ve handled it.”
“I know you could’ve,” he said, his tone softening as he looked at you. “But why should you have to?”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “My knight in shining board shorts.”
Seungcheol chuckled, nudging your shoulder gently. “Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble.”
The two of you made your way back to the group, where Jeonghan and Seungkwan were snickering.
“Cheol scared off some beach bros, didn’t he?” Jeonghan guessed, smirking.
“Didn’t even have to try,” Seungkwan added. “He just exists, and they run for their lives.”
Seungcheol ignored them, guiding you to your chair and handing you a bottle of water. “Drink up,” he said, his hand brushing against yours briefly.
You didn’t miss the way his touch lingered or the way his gaze softened when he looked at you. And while the boys continued to tease him relentlessly, he just sat back with a satisfied smirk, his protective streak in full swing.
By the end of the day, no one even thought about approaching you again—not when Seungcheol made it very clear, without saying a word, that you weren’t alone.
The sun was beginning its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The beach was quieter now, the once-loud waves now lapping gently at the shore. Seungcheol crouched down in front of you, his back turned as he gestured for you to hop on.
“Come on, before the sun sets,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a small grin.
“Why do I have to be the one on your back?” you teased, but you didn’t hesitate to climb on, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as his hands secured your legs.
“Because I’d crush you if it were the other way around,” he shot back, standing effortlessly with you in tow.
He started walking along the shoreline, the sand soft beneath his feet. You leaned your cheek against his, your fingers lightly tapping against his chest as you spoke.
“Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart?”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. It’s called a raft. Isn’t that cute?”
“Almost as cute as you randomly spitting out facts,” he said with a chuckle, glancing sideways at you.
You ignored him, continuing your stream of trivia. “Oh! And dolphins have names for each other. Like, they have a specific whistle for every dolphin in their pod.”
“Do they have a whistle for their favorite dolphin?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“Obviously,” you said, squishing your cheek harder against his. “If I were a dolphin, you’d have a whistle just for me.”
“I already do,” he murmured, his words so soft that you almost didn’t catch them over the sound of the waves.
You paused for a moment, the warm breeze brushing past the two of you. Then, out of nowhere, you whispered, “I love you.”
Seungcheol froze mid-step, his breath hitching just enough for you to notice. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, his cheek brushing against yours.
“I was hoping I’d say it first,” he said with a soft laugh, his dimples deepening as he smiled at you.
Your heart swelled at the sight, and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Guess you’re too slow, Cheol.”
“Guess so,” he replied, his voice warm and steady. Then, without putting you down, he turned to face the sunset.
“Say it again,” he said after a moment, his tone teasing but with a hint of something deeper beneath it.
“I love you,” you said, softer this time, your lips brushing against his ear as you spoke.
He let out a content sigh, his hands tightening slightly on your legs as if grounding himself in the moment.
“I love you too,” he finally said, his voice carrying all the tenderness he’d been holding back for so long.
And as the sun dipped below the horizon, you stayed there, clinging to each other, both knowing you had everything you could ever need right in that moment.
i know a lot of people say mingyu is so boyfriend coded, but i like pain and i want to challenge that idea by saying; mingyu is so ex-boyfriend coded.
he was the boyfriend you dated when you two were far too young to understand how relationships should be - maybe even first loves.
it was a relationship that ended because love isn't enough – because when you date someone that young, you two were still figuring out who you were and what part you played in the world.
mingyu was the ex boyfriend that you broke up with under the terms of 'mutual understanding', but god does it fucking hurt every now and then. especially the very first time you heard of him moving on.
she's amazing, by the way. the girl that he showed hints of on his instagram posts. and from what you've heard, she's everything he has ever asked for in a partner... maybe even more.
but that's besides the point. it's not like you want him back.
mingyu's the ex boyfriend you would occasionally check up on social media and see how much his features has matured – his cheekbones and jaw are much more prominent. he also gained that muscle mass he had always talked about when you two dated.
it was strange seeing him now, because although he looked familiar – pieces of the boy you once loved still very much evident whenever he posted images or videos of him smiling and laughing, he was nothing but a stranger.
his taste of music has changed, so has his style... the way he posted was no longer carefree.
you would occasionally watch the vlogs he posted, just to hear his voice again. not in a way where you missed him as a boyfriend... but as a friend.
his laugh still sounded the same, the way he got excited for meals was still very much how you remembered – but there was something different and you can't quite put a finger on what it was.
in the moments stillness, when you couldn't help but think back at how life was before you had reached your goals – your mind would wander back to mingyu. in moments when you are unable to get a full grasp of reality, you allow yourself back to the sense of familiarity – the one that once had him present.
seeing your past in the eyes of someone who you only knew behind your screen is a weird sensation but when the days felt long, and the world felt cold, he somehow made that uneasiness you felt at the pit of your stomach feel like home.
you don't dare to reach out, you two have grown past that.
the occasional updates from mutual friends in passing was more than enough.
mingyu was all just a part of your past after all.
DESCRIPTION: Four years has passed many has changed, but yet not quite much at all...
A highly requested Part 2 to Disconnected Calls
PARING: Seungcheol x Reader
GENRE: Angst
If this exact moment had been granted to him four years ago, his reaction would have been much more different.
He would have stood frozen in his spot, trying to swallow the pain that would have formed in his chest - the one that he waited for but didn't quite appear. It's been a long while since this crippling pain, the one that left him gasping for air, was associated with you.
Hell, it's been a long while since he had associated any emotion of pain to you.
You were nothing but a distant memory now. The person that he once felt pure regret and anguish towards was someone he now cherished – someone he thanked.
You were his greatest lesson.
It may have taken him a while to learn, but Seungcheol wouldn't have had it any other way.
Years has passed, and though you two may be strangers now, he knew you.
He knew how you stood, Seungcheol could pick out that posture in a crowded room.
He knew that you liked to cut your hair shorter during summer months – wanting to relieve yourself from the overstimulating feeling of the strands sticking to your neck as the humid season rolled in.
You may have had your back towards him, but he knew – Seungcheol knew it was you that was sorting through the pile of watermelons. It was your favorite summer fruit after all, there was never a day during the hot months that your counter space didn't have that large green fruit.
He waited for a couple more seconds for that familiar feeling of grief to show up – but nothing.
Letting his legs overpower his brain, he made his way towards you.
"Need help?" Seungcheol came up from the other side.
You have heard his voice in passing; on the radio, television ads, and other forms of media – you didn't think you would hear it again. Not in person at least.
Looking up to meet his eyes, you couldn't help but notice how much brighter they were.
The bags, they were gone.
The cloud that seemed to have formed above his head, lingering for months after the break up, was nowhere in sight.
The warm smile formed on his lips was no longer forced.
It was as if a brand new man stood before you.
"I- Hi." You breathed out, almost as if you were still trying to register if he was in fact stood before you.
"Sorry– that was a really lame way to approach you." He chuckled sheepishly.
"No, I– No it's fine." You shook your head.
You knew this was a big step for him; after all, he was the one that shut you out. Him approaching you meant he had finally healed.
"How have you been?"
"Good, I- I'm actually just visiting."
"Oh-" His eyes grew wide, his bottom lip jutting out as he nodded.
You had followed your dream of starting a new life outside of the country. Seungcheol should have known the bustling city across the globe that you two had jokingly made plans to settle down at is now the place you called home... with a whole different man.
The one he heard about. The one that brought happiness back in to your life.
The man that was able to place a ring on the finger Seungcheol had once promised on doing.
"How about you?"
"Ah, well you know–" Seungcheol trailed off, not exactly knowing how to sum up the past four years. "The kids aren't kids anymore."
"That's a given." You let out a small laugh at his poor attempts of making a joke – some parts of him had not changed on bit.
Still addressing the band of brothers, who aren't too far from either one of your age, as kids. Something you had gotten accustomed to referring them as during the days when you were his.
There was a brief pause as the two of you tried to find more words to say to one another – using your eyes to communicate all that your mouths couldn't.
With the simple silence, you were able to see how much he had grown since parting ways. You were able to accept his silent apology; the apology he had been meaning to send out for pulling the rug right under you.
And you were able to let him know that he had been long forgiven.
It was all in the past and despite the initial anger, you never were angry at him for too long.
You couldn't be.
You cared for him far too deeply, loved him far too much, to not understand why he had chosen to end things the way he had.
Besides, no amount of anger and hatred could have changed the outcome – you had forgiven Seungcheol not just for him, but for yourself as well.
"It was great seeing you, Cheo–Seungcheol."
Seungcheol pulled his lips into a tight smile, hearing how quickly you had caught yourself from uttering that nickname he had missed so dearly.
Not that he was aware of it.
Hearing it had nearly transported him back in time; back to when all he knew was chaos – and you were the only constant in the midst of it all.
It was a strange brief feeling of nostalgia; the warm feeling radiating in his chest confusing him.
"You too, Y/n." He breathed, taking one last glance at you before heading back to the cart he had abandoned a few feet away.
You didn't dare look behind you to bid him one last goodbye, the interaction putting a sudden halt your new reality.
It was as if you were thrown back in time – back to when you had first caught glance of the ring you had thought you wanted.
Back to a time when everyone had been congratulating you for reaching a new milestone and all you could think of was the man that had left you out cold – letting you fall only for him to not be there to catch you when you as he had promised.
・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．
Seungcheol hated many things and moving was at the top of that list.
"Let's get this shit over with." He grumbled as he opened the one last box he had promised himself he would sift through – making sure the contents inside were something he wanted in his new space.
He didn't need to dig through the contents of the small 12 x 12 cardboard box to know what it held. The only indicator he needed was the iPhone 13 that sat atop the piles of letters, pictures, saved receipts, and miscellaneous trinkets.
It was a box that held the evidence that you were once in his life.
Just as earlier in the grocery store, his limbs worked faster than his brain; reaching to grab the phone – turning it on.
Within minutes, notifications began to roll in – no, rush in.
It was as if he had opened the flood gates without realizing there had been a ten foot wave waiting for him.
They were all voicemails from you.
Seungcheol knew it wasn't a good idea to check it out, he knew he should turn the phone off and go back to what he had originally been doing.
But curiosity had gotten the best of him and he had opened the application.
The notification bubble had been in the double digits and as he scrolled through, he realized you had done exactly what he had been doing during the times he had felt he was at his lowest – you had been leaving him messages.
For once, Seungcheol chose to listen to his brain and opted to not listen to any of them – at least, not the ones that were dated at the time when the break up was still fresh.
He knew what those voice memos contained; it was similar to the ones he had sent out to the void all those years ago.
It wasn't until he had reached the very bottom when a particular date peaked his interest.
It was the date he had found out you were engaged.
You had called him the same day he had called you.
That pain, that tightening at the chest, the one he waited to appear at the grocery store – it had finally come.
Stumbling back, allowing for the back of his legs to indacate him that he had reached the side of his bed, Seungcheol plopped his body down – his thumb hovering over the play button.
"This is a bad fucking idea." He chewed at his lip, almost as if he was attempting to talk himself out of the decision his heart had already made for him.
There was no going back now.
Hitting the play button, your voice began to play aloud. "Seungcheol, if you're out there– if you somehow get this– I– I made a mistak–"
"No." He shook his head, not bothering to listen to the rest of the message. Seungcheol knew he was a coward for not wanting to let the message play on, but he also knew there was no good in listening to the remainder of it.
Especially knowing that he was somewhere across town doing the same – expressing how much he had regretted his decision of ending things between the two of you.
He didn't want to let himself spiral down the rabbit hole of what if's; he had covered that hole.
Seungcheol refuse to dig it up again.
He was finally okay.
He has finally moved on.
Unfortunately, the voice of reason had once again been over powered as his curiosity took notice of a voicemail that was dated a few months after that god forsaken day.
"Fuck." He sucked in a deep breath as he felt his thumb press onto the device.
"Cheol," You sounded just as broken as the previous message; if not, even more. "I called it off. I couldn't do it."
Seungcheol felt all the blood from his body drain and pool at his feet upon hearing this.
You had called off the engagement.
The engagement that had sent Seungcheol over the edge, spiraling for months on end – unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel as he tried his best to move on from you.
"I'm moving to New York. I– I need to leave." You sniffled back a sob. "I– one of us has to fulfill that dream, right? I'll do it. I'll go. Maybe I'll tell you all about it one day. I– I just can't stay. Not when I feel like I see you everywhere I turn."
He took a glance at the time stamp once again – his brain sifting through the memories to try and recall where he was at the time that message was sent.
He was barely moving on from you at the time.
All while he had thought you were making plans for a wedding, you had actually called it off – because of him.
Seungcheol had forcibly moved on from you because he thought there was no longer a chance to make amends; to take back all the pain and suffering he had put you through.
If he had only–
"No, there are no if's or but's." Seungcheol scolded himself. "Not anymore."
He had worked so hard to get himself out of that rut, he had spent many nights crying on his best friend's shoulder – he couldn't take all that he had worked for and throw it all away over a message that he had missed four years ago.
Standing up from the bed, Seungcheol swiped out of the app – ready to turn the device off once again when the unthinkable had happened.
Another voicemail.
Dated to today's date.
It was as if the universe wanted to see him down – as if it wanted him to suffer.
Can't he just move on? Can't he finally enjoy the life he was living now? The one without the guilt?
"Y/n what are you doing?" He stared at the notification, hearing his heart grow louder in his ears as each second passed.
He has no choice but to listen to it, right? Considering he missed all the other ones.
Right?
Seungcheol internally groaned knowing that, despite all the years that has passed, he never could resist you.
He will always have a soft spot for you.
Maybe it was the love he had for you – the one he had come to terms would never fully go away. It may not take up the same amount of space as it did before, but he was mature enough to acknowledge that you will always be there.
Or maybe it was the guilt, the one that kept him up at night for as long as he could remember. His brain never failed to remind him of all the wrongs he had had committed against you – reminding him of all the promises he made and neglected.
There was a long silence that filled the room before your voice was heard; almost as if you were still finding the right words to say.
"I saw you today." Your voice was soft. It didn't sound quite as pained as the previous voice memos – but it was there. He could hear it.
You sounded almost defeated.
"I thought I was okay. I should have known I would run into you one day." Your voice had now become shaky. "You looked good– mature."
There was another silence.
"You– you look happier."
Seungcheol's heart began to ache at the thought of you realizing how much he had changed since you had last seen him.
He saw that you had changed as well – but he didn't catch on the way you did.
Maybe he didn't quite know you after all. How could he have missed the fact that your shoulders dropped the second you caught sight of him?
How did he miss the fact you had grown pale, seeing that he was clearly in a better mental state than you were?
You were once each others worlds, revolving around one another – but now, you two were just stars passing. Both completely lightyears away – hurdling towards different suns.
Or at least, he was.
"I– I know I said that last time was the last time– But seeing you– I– Everything came rushing back." Your voice cracked.
"Just let it out." He found himself mumbling, knowing that you had been suppressing the tears.
"I swear after this, I'll stop. I'll let go."
Don't.
Because he hasn't fully let go.
Maybe that's why he approached you.
Maybe that's why his feet found it's way making over to you instead of leaving you alone.
"Honey," Seungcheol whipped his head towards the sound of the sweet melodic voice – pulling him out of his thoughts and back to his reality. Within seconds her head popped into the doorway of the room, that beautiful smile painted on her face – the one that melted his heart at first sight.
Just as quickly the pain had appeared, it disappeared at the sight of the woman who now held the key to his heart.
The confusion, the pain, the guilt – it had washed away.
It was all just a temporary feeling.
"Movers are here, you ready?"
Blinking quickly, to regain focus, Seungcheol mirrored the her smile. "Yep. Just gimme a sec, yeah?"
"Take your time." She hummed before disappearing back into the hallway.
