for my babies who have been feeling down recently, here are 15 comfort fics for you from seventeen
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• couch comfort ( @ddeonghwa-s ) choi seungcheol x reader;
maybe the bad stuff isn't so bad when you have your boyfriend, seungcheol, there to help you with the weight.
— 6.3k wc, [f/c/minor a], boyfriend cheol i’m crying he’s so attentive and romantic i’m actually melting.
• my lighthouse ( @hannyoontify ) yoon jeonghan x reader
on your darkest, most gloomy days at sea, jeonghan becomes your lighthouse
— 1.4k wc, [f/h/c] i relate to mc soo much in this one, hannie’s so patient and endearing i want to cry.
• now, before, always ( @wheeboo ) hong jisoo x reader
in which your husband is always there to remind you what it means to be loved.
— 1.9k wc, [f/c/minor a] husband shua oh my god stop it the way he treats mc so gently
• sweet dreams ( @hazz-a-bear ) wen junhui x reader
when you want nothing more than to just close your eyes and go to sleep after weeks of restless exhaustion, Junhui is the only one who's actually capable of lulling you to a slumber at the end of the day.
— unavailable wc, [f/c] the way he helps lure her to sleep i can’t i am MELTING
• “i’m here. it’s okay. you can cry i’m here.” ( @greenstares ) kwon soonyoung x reader
— unavailable wc, [h/c], mature content ahead! (author’s blog is mdni), a shorter one compared the others but nonetheless a real good one. one of my favs out of this whole list acc, miss u hoshi.
in which you and wonwoo have a late night conversation
— 1.8k wc, [f/c], bit of a different type of comfort compared to the others but adorable and fluffy nonetheless
• shadow ( @babyleostuff ) lee jihoon x reader
you don't know when the universe factory had become your safe place, but woozi always made sure to comfort you in every way he could - even if it meant he had to spoil his new song
— 2k wc, [f/c] stop i almost started tearing up bcus i miss woozi so bad, he’s the absolute secret sweetest of the group fs
• forever is a feeling ( @haologram ) lee seokmin x reader
your 'stay-at-home' husband knows your job means a lot to you, but he knows he means twice as much.
— 1.5k wc, [f/s/baby angst], mature content ahead! dk the man you are.. the way he talks to mc gives me butterflies
• local lover boy ( @ddeonghwa-s ) kim mingyu x reader
after you've had a long week of work, mingyu decides to help you wind down for the night.
— 5.1k wc, [f/c], mature content ahead! so-so domestic and fluffy, he’s so downbad for her it’s sweet.
• no matter ( @rubywonu ) xu minghao x reader
in which your boyfriend assured you and comforted you after having a rough day.
— 1k wc, [f/c], so sweet and comforting, for my academic validation babies
• pinky promise ( @wheeboo ) boo seungkwan x reader
in which seungkwan reminds you that you are worthy of love.
— 1.7k wc, [f/c], so many of this author’s fic in this post but they’re just too good at writing comfort haha, this one had me smiling so hard
• untitled ( @nonranghaes ) chwe hansol x reader
— unavailable wc, [f/c], another rly rly short one i know i’m sorry but this one was too sweet not to include :c i reread this one a lot toooo
• bf! dino ( @purploozi ) lee chan x reader
— unavailable wc, [f/c], headcanons rather than an actual story just because the fics on tumblr for dino are a little too short for my liking, this is fluffy and comforting in it’s own way anyway tehe
• how they take care of you ( @waldau ) ot13 reactions
— 2.5k wc, [f/h/c], the absolute sweetest i’ve reread this one so many times
• when you disassociate ( @greenstares ) ot13 reactions
— unavailable wc, [h/c], mature content ahead! (author’s blog is mdni), relate to this fic a lot so i often come back to this one when i feel myself disassociating haha
with Joshua Hong (another fluff drabble + fake texts!)
Trying something new! This is not proof read, your thoughts are very much appreciated. Thank you for all the love on my recent fics. The duality of Joshua Hong, I swear it's going to drive me crazy!
A Saturday night filled with friends and laughter, you reflect on the overwhelming love you continuously receive. And when Joshua finally makes his way to you, you share a sweet and chaotic reunion. Fluff, humor, and drunk SVT!
It was another Saturday night spent apart—this was normal for you and Joshua. With his ever-busy schedule and continuously succeeding career, and you just beginning to reap the fruits of your own labor, time together had become a luxury.
But tonight marked a shift. You’d finally ruled out late nights at work—your overtime had paid off in the form of a well-earned promotion. One less thing to stress over, you mentally celebrate.
The other? Life itself. That bitch. Between chores, doctor’s appointments, family functions, and personal errands, it all piles up and gets you by your throat.
Still, not once have you ever doubted what you and Joshua share.
After all, he always goes above and beyond to show you how deeply you’re loved. It’s in the constant messages and FaceTimes across time zones. It’s in the flower arrangements he handpicks and sends to your door. The little gifts, always accompanied by a handwritten note.
It’s in his letters—his words, written with care, that you read in his serene voice in your head. It’s how soft he is with you. How gentle. Sure, he’s like that with everyone—but with you, it’s different. Deeper.
Joshua would drop everything and anyone just to be with you. He rushes to see you the second he lands—no matter where you are. Even if it’s just to wait for you at work, he shows up with your favorite snack and a few sweet kisses. He doesn’t mind doing nothing. To him, simply being in your presence is a blessing.
“-- then she goes and pulls out a fake gun! She’s insane.”
Playful banter pulls you back to reality. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself—even in a room full of people who love you, you’re thinking of the one who loves you most.
You’re celebrating with friends, in your little flat in the city. Warmth from the alcohol flushes your cheeks and bites a little against the cool night air. Maybe drinking on the patio isn’t the best idea—but it’s alright. It’s beautiful out here.
Spring has arrived. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Pink petals sway gently in the wind and fall gracefully to the pavement. It reminds you of Joshua—somehow, he’s everywhere but here. How ironic. How beautiful must someone be for even the mundane to sound poetic when you think of them?
“Aigoo, our little Y/N-nie is drunk and smiling to herself,” one of your friends teases.
You shrug as your smile deepens. “What? I’m just happy.”
“I can tell,” she replies, her gaze softening. “And I’m really happy for you.” She tips her glass toward you in a quiet toast. You clink back, letting the bittersweet taste of wine linger on your tongue — a warmth that blooms and settles deep in your chest.
Her words squeeze at your heart in the gentlest way. You glance down, biting your lip as warmth bubbles up in your chest. You can feel it rising—this quiet, overwhelming gratitude. Your cheeks flush, your eyes shimmer, and for a second, the joy is too much to hold.
So you just blink the tears away, smile through it all, and send a silent thank you to the universe.
Another friend chimes in, “Bleurgh, when did y’all get so cheesy?” She dramatically pretends to gag, sending the whole group into laughter. What a night, you think.
The gathering ends with the rest of your group buzzed. Not drunk but tipsy enough to send them all home giggling– just perfect for a Saturday night. You dish your phone out from the kitchen counter, forgetting you left it there while grabbing drinks.
The device blows up with notifications– mainly from your lover. And well, your lover’s lovers.
“Call me when you get Hong?” you laugh, amused. He must be really drunk to forget you were celebrating at home. Walking to your door, you tap on his contact and hit call. He picks up immediately.
“My love! My heart! My Ynie!” he greets dramatically. “I missed you.”
You bite back a giggle. “Hello to you too.” In the background, chaos unfolds—muffled voices chatter over each other, some clearly on the verge of arguing.
“Where are you?” you ask, straining to hear.
“I’m in the car! I—wait.” There’s a shuffle as he looks around. “Guys, tone it down, please. I’m talking to Ynie,” he shushes loudly.
“Ynie?! Give me the phone! I wanna talk to her!” a drunk Seokmin yells beside him, reaching for the phone.
Joshua holds it out of reach. “Nooo! She’s mine!”
Then comes Mingyu’s voice: “Hyung, give me your phone. Let me talk to her, please.”
“Ya~ get your own! Why are you trying to talk to my girlfriend?” Joshua snaps sassily.
Covering your mouth to hold in your laugh, you lean on your front door as you listen to their banter over the phone.
“Oh my god, we are never getting home,” Mingyu sighs, completely over it.
“Ynie!” Seungcheol suddenly yells into the background. “If you can hear me, please call me instead. Shua’s too drunk to give directions—we’ve been circling the same street for thirty minutes!” he cries out.
“Or,” Jeonghan offers casually, “we could just drive to my place and have him sleep over.”
You roll your eyes at the idea. It’s silly how Jeonghan jumps at every chance to hog Shua’s space. You really can’t blame him, your man is adorable.
“I wanna go hooome,” Joshua pouts pitifully. “Baby, can I come over? Please?”
“Of course.” you say, smiling at how eager he sounds.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to do for the last hour, cheesus!” Mingyu groans.
Shua giggles, triumphant. “We’re going home!” he announces, leaning back with both fists in the air like he’s just won a championship.
Seokmin copies him. “Going home!” The chaos only grows louder as they chant it together; “Going home! Going home!” Punching the air like frat boys on a mission.
You hear Jeonghan laughing, while Mingyu lets out the most exhausted sigh of the night. Feeling bad for their poor designated driver, your hands swipe your screen to text Seungcheol your address.
You shake your head at their silliness. Their monthly meetings are getting more and more chaotic over time. It’s befitting, you’d argue. These boys are the most hardworking people you know and having one day off the calendar to celebrate their hard work feels well deserved.
It wasn’t long until an SUV pulled up in your driveway. Seungcheol parks and Jeonghan gets out of the passenger seat, beelining to you. You hear Mingyu shouting for help as he balances a giggly Joshua in one hand and a passed out Seokmin on the other. Seungcheol rounds the car, opening the car door for him, careful not to splay Seokmin on the ground.
Jeonghan sprints to you, “Hey, you,” he mumbles as he gives you a tight embrace.
“Hannie,” you greet and return his hug. “Aren’t you going to help them?” pointing to the others.
“I would but my time with you is limited,” he sighs “let me soak in your presence first before someone hogs it–”
“Baby!” Speak of the devil. You both crane your necks towards an overly excited Shua, wobbly running over to you. Your smile grows impossibly wider at how cute your lover is.
He sports a plain white shirt and jeans. The short sleeves folded, deliciously hugging his defined biceps. The wind—clearly a paid actor—presses his shirt against his skin, tracing the sculpted lines of his torso like it knows exactly what it’s doing. He runs with arms wide open, eyes almost disappearing from his smile. His face– a bright red. He looks a little disheveled but nonetheless, still breathtakingly gorgeous.
Jeonghan runs a hand on your arm and pulls you back in his embrace, “Ya~ I got her first,” he teases. You roll your eyes and laugh at his antics, never passing up an opportunity to tease and get a rise out of anyone– not even his twin is excluded from this.
Before you get the chance to break free from him, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls you from behind. Your boyfriend’s familiar scent welcomes you along with his thick arms wrapping around your frame.
Your back hits his chest, he nuzzles his face on your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “Mine,” his grip tightens. “All mine.”
No matter how often and openly your boyfriend expresses his devotion, his actions still earn a blush from you. Jeonghan chuckling at your reaction.
“Get a room!” Mingyu shouts and you laugh.
“I’ll see you, love birds.” Jeonghan bids goodbye and makes his way back.
Seungcheol waves at you, “Ynie, we’ll leave you to it!” getting in the car again.
You wave at them– the best that you can with your arms caged in Shua’s, thanking them for taking care of your lover. “Good luck, Ynie!” Mingyu’s voice echoes as they drive away.
“Baby,” your boyfriend calls out. His voice reverberates on your body, his face still planted on your shoulder. You respond with a sweet hum, your hands caressing his arms as it loosely falls on your hips turning you to look at him.
He lifts his head and meets your gaze– and as always, time freezes.
The cold that bit your cheeks earlier was replaced with a familiar warmth, Shua’s hand– sliding up your arms to caress your face. Your hand follows in harmony, leaning into his touch, you rest yours atop his.
The wind blows but no chills follow. His gaze lay heavy on you, enveloping you like a heated blanket on a stormy day. He smiles, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He stares, drowning you with his overflowing adoration.
Gravity pulls you closer— Joshua leaning in, your foreheads resting on each other. You feel his other hand, laying on the small of your back. Squeezing your shirt, he mutters “God, I missed you so much,”. And closes the gap between you two, kissing you feverishly. Melting you physically, mentally, and emotionally.
You can’t think of anything. In this moment, you just feel.
You feel his skin on yours, his warmth that defies the cold wind.
You feel his lips on yours, gentle and yearning.
You feel time stopping, yet the world is spinning faster.
You feel dizzy but still.
You feel weak but stronger at the same time.
You feel drunk, and maybe you are. Utterly, hopelessly drunk in love with Joshua Hong.
Inspired by the video below and my alarm-Wonwoo's Jagiyaa, during a concert! This is so random, sorry I miss Wonwoo a lot. Thank you for all the love on my recent drabble! I hope you like this, Wonwoorideuls. Fighting! ⋆˚ 𝜗🐈⬛𝜚˚⋆
Wonwoo accidentally discloses your relationship during a game on set. Everyone is left in stunned silence before bursting into laughter and teasing him relentlessly. Embarrassed but taking it in pride, Wonwoo’s slip-up leads to some fun moments and a lot of ice cream.
“Park Bo Gum!” Hurriedly, Seungcheol answers.
The group erupts in celebration. This was not new to them– a game where you had to name the picture within three seconds after being presented by the host. What’s new is that more than half of the team are somehow getting worse at this no matter how many times they play. And for some reason, the box of free ice cream makes them act like it's a prize worth a million dollars.
Feeling pressured, Wonwoo’s heart beats rapidly. The tension in the air thickens and the members hold hands in anticipation. If they continue to get the last few right, it’s a win. There’s still a few more cards left to identify and he prays it won’t be enough to reach him.
Dino got it barely on time. But he still got it, nonetheless. Seungkwan went next and as expected, he got it right. Mingyu stood tall beside him with arms crossed as he answered confidently. The group goes into chaos as the staff reveals that they’re left with the last card– Wonwoo’s card.
The members circle around him. Jun and Minghao thank the heavens that it didn’t land on them. Dino laughs at this sight.
Vernon pats Mingyu’s back congratulating him. Jeonghan soothes Wonwoo’s arm as Seungcheol massages his shoulders like he’s preparing for a fight.
DK holds Wonwoo’s collar as he shakes him, “Hyung, jebal. My mouth is watering.”
“Hyung, you got this.” Seungkwan emerges beside him. “Let’s get it!” Joshua adds.
“Yaa~ Wonwoo let’s gooo!” A tiger roars, hugging an annoyed Woozi.
The staff motioned them to get ready. Getting dizzy because of the tension (and from DK’s shaking) he closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The group clings to Wonwoo, both of his arms being held by the members. He gulps and nods as the staff picks the million dollar picture.
They take the card, showing it to the group of producers who are nodding and giggling for some reason. His manager peeks a glance and shakes his head. This sends him sweating. Is it someone he doesn’t know? An international artist? Are they going to lose because of him?
He grits his jaw, nostrils flared, ready to give it his all. He’s going to try, he’ll get it. He just has to focus. His zeroes out, head empty, ears ringing, eyes glued on the card as it’s being passed on. It reaches to the host, it turns. And the card reveals— you?
Meaning to say your name, he shouts the first thing that comes to mind.
“JAGIYAAA!!!”
Silence. Everyone stares at him in disbelief.
The host– who was about to start counting, closes his mouth, aghast. Like everyone in the room, they all stood rigid. Surprised? Confused? Amazed? Astonished? The air conditioning rings louder than their breaths.
But Wonwoo? He’s ecstatic. His arms break free from his members’ hold as he fists the air in victory. His smile is bright and wide as the picture stares back at him– it’s you at a recent award show. He knows, because he was there. He clapped and cheered for you when your name was announced, he shed a tear with you as you gave your speech, he gave you an “I told you so,” at the after party because he knows. He knows you, more than anyone in this room does.
His hopeful expression falters as the silence stretches on, his mind catching up with the confusion in the room. Seungkwan was the first to speak, through gritted teeth he asked “Jagiya?”.
Wonwoo’s eyes widened. Pabo! he thinks. “Y/L/N! Y/L/N! Y/L/N! ” He screams your name on repeat, hands clasped as he pleads for consideration. Technically, they haven’t done the count down and he did correct it within three (it was five) seconds. So they didn’t lose, right?
A bewildered Mingyu pouts. “Hyung, how did I not know! I feel betrayed!” Wonwoo looks at him, head turning– confused. He didn’t know you? Impossible! You did a challenge together!
Vernon interrupts in amazement, “Jagiya? Wow, Michyeosseo.”
Wonwoo’s face flushes bright red as the realization hits him. “Oh.” He hasn’t told them about you yet. Jagiya? He must be out of his mind! On camera too! He covers his face in embarrassment, face burning hotter the more he thinks about you. He he holds his breath, feeling all the butterflies weaken his knees, he dramatically pretends to pass out.
His reaction sends the room erupting into claps, whistles, and laughter. The teasing is going to be relentless. But at least they know now. The hard part is over. He shuts his eyes, resigning to his fate. Still lying on the floor, he slowly uncovers his face, his cheeks still flushed bright red.
He looks up at the camera, a sheepish smirk drawn on his face. "We still get the ice cream, right?” He winks.
This is my first ever fic! I try to overcome the fear of writing and not posting so here goes nothing. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions are welcome.
The soft sound of the air conditioner gently stirs you awake. You’re home, at last. It's too comfortable, you don't want to move. You're on the bed's perfect spot where it's not too warm yet not too cold. The soft texture of the sheets beneath you feels immaculate. Pillows squished tight against you, blankets snug perfectly over your relaxed body.
Almost perfect, if it weren't for the non stop ringing of your phone.
In refusal to ruin the moment, you let it ring. Thinking the perpetrator of your peace would give up after a full minute of ringing. But of course, they were committed to ruin all the good things in your life.
Groaning, you reached for your phone and answered without looking.
"What?" you huff.
“Uh hello? Where are you? Chae’s almost done getting ready” Your sister’s voice jolts you awake. “Please don’t tell me you forgot,” She spoke in a hushed tone.
Like a deer in headlights, your body freezes. “I am so sorry, I’ll be there I promise,” hurriedly you got up, away from the comfort of your sheets.
You hear her sigh. “You better be. I’ll see you there, okay? Drive safe,” Wincing at her tone, guilt overwhelmed you. You made a sound of agreement and dropped the call.
“Fuck. I’m screwed.”
How could you forget? You promised your niece you were hanging out today. She was looking forward to it for weeks. You even took this day off to spend it with her. You blame the jet lag.
You love your job, it’s always been a dream of yours to travel. But just like every other job, a break is due. Work has been demanding, your personal life taking the biggest toll. You might as well marry your job with this point of commitment.
Sighing, you rushed to get ready.
“At least I have tomorrow too, I’ll catch up on rest tomorrow,” you promised yourself. Hoping, you wouldn’t break this one.
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“A princess tea party, huh?”
Driving to the cafe, you called your best friend to catch up a bit. She’s been nagging you for months for a night out but due to the conflicts in schedule, both of you are stuck doing virtual calls.
“That explains the get up,” nodding her head. You glimpsed at yourself through your phone, you threw on a yellow sundress, your hair loose, natural waves flowing softly on your shoulders.
“What? Do I look the part?” You wiggle your brows.
“Ya~ you are no Belle. More like Tiana, you workaholic.” You laugh as she sighed. “I thought you were going out, like a date. I had high hopes for a moment,”
“Are we forgetting that I don’t have a prince? They’re all frogs and beasts here, beastly frogs.” you wince.
Exasperatedly, your best friend sighed “Good. I thought I missed a chapter, you’ve been MIA! My boyfriend is driving me insane,”
“Wanna crash later? Wine and yap?” She smiles, giving you a knowing look. “Wine and yap.”
“See, this is why I like you.” and you blow her a kiss.
You continued to catch up until you reached the cafe. Bidding goodbyes and ending the call as you parked. Checking the time, you smiled. Never late, feeling proud of yourself for making it on schedule. You got out of your car and walked towards the cafe’s door with your bag in hand, the other with Chae’s present. You wonder if she likes stuffed animals. Princesses like animals, right?
It's a sunny day, the weather’s perfect to go out. The cafe’s aesthetic fits perfectly for the princess tea party. A flower shop themed cafe, with blooms and vines adorning the whole shop. From outside, you could already smell the aroma of the coffee and pastries mingling with the mild scent of blooms. Dreamy, you thought to yourself.
You reach to grab the cafe’s entrance excitedly only to be interrupted by a much larger arm swiftly extending behind you. His and brushing against yours lightly, as it beat you to the door handle.
Surprised, you turn. You come to face a chest- a gentleman’s chest, towering over you in a crisp white shirt. His first two buttons unclasped, enough to peek at his obviously defined figure. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the arm that’s extended for you flexes as it holds the door. You could smell the blooms in the air, or was it his cologne?
Your eyes dart up to his face, and the way his skin glows under the sunlight catches you off guard. It’s almost unfair how effortlessly stunning he looks. His cheeks lightly flushed from the heat, brows slightly raised, eyes twinkling– crinkled softly on the edges from the warm smile he flashes you with.
A prince? you think. And as if the universe is playing with you, he speaks.
“Allow me, princess.”
He bows slightly, one hand on his chest. His eyes don't leave yours as he opens the door for you. His smile is unwavering, doting with a hint of teasing if you squint.
You should be alarmed. He could be a weirdo. But no, this prince is too charming to raise flags. His aura radiates all around him– it’s too soft, too pure, and too ethereal.
So, you decide to accept his gesture.
And with a smile, “Why thank you, my prince.” you ride along.
Fluster is evident on his face, his brows raising in surprise at the response. Before he could react further, you walked inside.
And you feel his presence behind you, catching up– matching your steps. Gracefully, he appeared next to you and met your eyes. He looks bewildered. Like he’s trying to gauge if you feel as electric as he does.
“I–” he pauses and laughs awkwardly, trying to find his words.
But you’re in the same boat. Your mind’s already occupied with the thoughts of him. You feel static, your brain is short circuiting along with his. He’s so.. Cute? Tall? Gorgeous? Perfect? Running out of adjectives, he regains composure.
“I think the pleasure is all mine, princess.” His smile grows impossibly brighter, broader, almost unreal.
Your heart skips.
“Y/N-neee!”
Perfect, just perfect. Spotting your Chae in your peripherals, you avert your eyes towards her. She runs up to you, excitedly chanting your name.
“I’ll see you again,” he promises. You turn to him, his warmth and sincerity emanate through his eyes.
You want to say yes. You want to ask how. But you can’t think of anything at the moment so, you just nod and give him one last smile as you walk away to welcome your niece.
“My Chae Chae,” you hug and lift her up “Jal jinaess-eo?”.
“Ne! Bogo sipeo,” She buries her face in your chest and pouts. Your heart warms once again. You wonder just how much more your heart can endure today. It’s already gone through so much jumping and tumbling from your prince.
Holding her close, you let out a contented breath. “I’ll see you again,” his voice repeats in your head. Trusting yourself, you decide to live in this moment. You’ll get there, on time. Like always.
“Yaa~” Your sister interrupts your thoughts. She stands from your table, hands on her hips. Brows wriggling like a madman. There's a knowing grin plastered on her face. A tell tale sign that she witnessed everything.
Your face heats up. Shaking your head, you sigh.
“She’s not going to let me live this down,” but your smile never faltered.
Jelly Cheollie (Jealous Seungcheol) A drabble, fluff stuff!
This is inspired by this video from twitter! Credits to the rightful owner, I couldn’t find the original poster. But this video is NOT mine! 🍒
Summary:
Seungcheol is a confident man—steady, secure, completely sure of himself. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you laughing at another man’s words? Why is he suddenly rushing to stake his claim before it’s too late? Maybe, just maybe… he’s a jealous man after all.
I’m not a jealous man.
Or at least, that’s what Seungcheol tells himself. He’s pretty sure of himself— his looks, intellect, skills, taste, status. He’s steady. Secured– in all the ways he could think of. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you talking to another man?
He looks at you lovingly, so ethereal– he thinks. He had taken you out for a picnic, in a sun dress he bought you specifically for today. The sun kissed your skin beautifully, painting a blush across your cheeks and exposed shoulders. Your curls danced in the wind, swaying along with your dress. You held your cardigan in one hand, your other hand covering your mouth as you laughed at the other man’s retort.
Seungcheol thinks you’re perfection personified. You looked so dreamy. Fairy like. You shone so brightly in that yellow dress that the sun shies away from your light. Your smile? Blinding. Your laugh? He wonders if the heavens echoes with it. It’s music to his ears, he could listen to it all d—
Wait a minute, you what?
Seungcheol straightens up upon this realization. The picnic blanket dropped to the ground as his mind zeroes out with the thought of you laughing at another man’s words. He walks, no– sprints towards you.
Why would you laugh at another man’s words? Is it really that funny? You even had to cover your mouth- a habit you do when you laugh out loud. He doesn’t remember the last time you did that when you were with him. Does he even make you laugh nowadays? Do you still feel the same way towards him? Is he too late? Will he reach you in time before you realize all these things?
His mind races with a million assumptions, his feet struggling to keep up.
You didn’t have time to react before he slid in between you and the guy you’re talking to. Seungcheol’s back is completely towering over your view. His muscles deliciously flexing as he tenses and crosses his arms.
This is troublesome. Given your busy lives, you haven’t had the leisure of time to spend together. But despite the schedule conflicts, he made sure to make you feel special everyday. Flowers, deliveries, gifts, constant messages, facetimes. Seungcheol is a very secure man but you know he’s been feeling a bit down because of the lack of time you spent together.
You knew you had to step in before Cheol gave out his piece of mind. Running a hand on his back, you gently call him out. “Cheol—“
But your friend interrupts. “I’m Jay, YN’s friend.” He extends a hand that Seungcheol sassily swats.
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I don’t care, I’m YN’s boyfriend”.
Cute, you think. You fight a snort as your friend laughs. Stepping aside, you turn to look at your unamused boyfriend. Your boyfriend is indeed a very beautiful man. His thick brows are furrowed, lips pout snarked, doll-like eyes still shooting daggers. His arms are still crossed, wrapping impossibly tighter as he takes offense to your friend’s amused laughter.
You bite your cheek, fighting a smile. He could be such a baby at times.
You reached out a hand, “Cheollie–” and held his face. His gaze softened as it landed on you. You feel his hand snaking up to rest on top of yours, his expression shifting as you continue.
“Not that it’s any of our business but Jay’s gay,” you laugh.
His eyes widen, lips parting in an 'Oh.' For a moment, he panics. But then he sees your smile—warm, unwavering—feels the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek, and he knows. It’s okay.
A laugh bubbles up his chest, he doesn’t know if it's from his silliness, embarrassment, or from the butterflies you continue to give him. But he doesn’t care, he lets it fizzle out. At this moment, it’s just you and him. It’s just you, your heart, and your love that matters to him.
Choi Seungcheol is a jealous man. But if it means more moments like this—your hands on him, your attention all his—maybe he doesn’t mind so much. For you, it’s a privilege you’re willing to indulge in.
with Joshua Hong (another fluff drabble + fake texts!)
Trying something new! This is not proof read, your thoughts are very much appreciated. Thank you for all the love on my recent fics. The duality of Joshua Hong, I swear it's going to drive me crazy!
A Saturday night filled with friends and laughter, you reflect on the overwhelming love you continuously receive. And when Joshua finally makes his way to you, you share a sweet and chaotic reunion. Fluff, humor, and drunk SVT!
It was another Saturday night spent apart—this was normal for you and Joshua. With his ever-busy schedule and continuously succeeding career, and you just beginning to reap the fruits of your own labor, time together had become a luxury.
But tonight marked a shift. You’d finally ruled out late nights at work—your overtime had paid off in the form of a well-earned promotion. One less thing to stress over, you mentally celebrate.
The other? Life itself. That bitch. Between chores, doctor’s appointments, family functions, and personal errands, it all piles up and gets you by your throat.
Still, not once have you ever doubted what you and Joshua share.
After all, he always goes above and beyond to show you how deeply you’re loved. It’s in the constant messages and FaceTimes across time zones. It’s in the flower arrangements he handpicks and sends to your door. The little gifts, always accompanied by a handwritten note.
It’s in his letters—his words, written with care, that you read in his serene voice in your head. It’s how soft he is with you. How gentle. Sure, he’s like that with everyone—but with you, it’s different. Deeper.
Joshua would drop everything and anyone just to be with you. He rushes to see you the second he lands—no matter where you are. Even if it’s just to wait for you at work, he shows up with your favorite snack and a few sweet kisses. He doesn’t mind doing nothing. To him, simply being in your presence is a blessing.
“-- then she goes and pulls out a fake gun! She’s insane.”
Playful banter pulls you back to reality. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself—even in a room full of people who love you, you’re thinking of the one who loves you most.
You’re celebrating with friends, in your little flat in the city. Warmth from the alcohol flushes your cheeks and bites a little against the cool night air. Maybe drinking on the patio isn’t the best idea—but it’s alright. It’s beautiful out here.
Spring has arrived. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Pink petals sway gently in the wind and fall gracefully to the pavement. It reminds you of Joshua—somehow, he’s everywhere but here. How ironic. How beautiful must someone be for even the mundane to sound poetic when you think of them?
“Aigoo, our little Y/N-nie is drunk and smiling to herself,” one of your friends teases.
You shrug as your smile deepens. “What? I’m just happy.”
“I can tell,” she replies, her gaze softening. “And I’m really happy for you.” She tips her glass toward you in a quiet toast. You clink back, letting the bittersweet taste of wine linger on your tongue — a warmth that blooms and settles deep in your chest.
Her words squeeze at your heart in the gentlest way. You glance down, biting your lip as warmth bubbles up in your chest. You can feel it rising—this quiet, overwhelming gratitude. Your cheeks flush, your eyes shimmer, and for a second, the joy is too much to hold.
So you just blink the tears away, smile through it all, and send a silent thank you to the universe.
Another friend chimes in, “Bleurgh, when did y’all get so cheesy?” She dramatically pretends to gag, sending the whole group into laughter. What a night, you think.
The gathering ends with the rest of your group buzzed. Not drunk but tipsy enough to send them all home giggling– just perfect for a Saturday night. You dish your phone out from the kitchen counter, forgetting you left it there while grabbing drinks.
The device blows up with notifications– mainly from your lover. And well, your lover’s lovers.
“Call me when you get Hong?” you laugh, amused. He must be really drunk to forget you were celebrating at home. Walking to your door, you tap on his contact and hit call. He picks up immediately.
“My love! My heart! My Ynie!” he greets dramatically. “I missed you.”
You bite back a giggle. “Hello to you too.” In the background, chaos unfolds—muffled voices chatter over each other, some clearly on the verge of arguing.
“Where are you?” you ask, straining to hear.
“I’m in the car! I—wait.” There’s a shuffle as he looks around. “Guys, tone it down, please. I’m talking to Ynie,” he shushes loudly.
“Ynie?! Give me the phone! I wanna talk to her!” a drunk Seokmin yells beside him, reaching for the phone.
Joshua holds it out of reach. “Nooo! She’s mine!”
Then comes Mingyu’s voice: “Hyung, give me your phone. Let me talk to her, please.”
“Ya~ get your own! Why are you trying to talk to my girlfriend?” Joshua snaps sassily.
Covering your mouth to hold in your laugh, you lean on your front door as you listen to their banter over the phone.
“Oh my god, we are never getting home,” Mingyu sighs, completely over it.
“Ynie!” Seungcheol suddenly yells into the background. “If you can hear me, please call me instead. Shua’s too drunk to give directions—we’ve been circling the same street for thirty minutes!” he cries out.
“Or,” Jeonghan offers casually, “we could just drive to my place and have him sleep over.”
You roll your eyes at the idea. It’s silly how Jeonghan jumps at every chance to hog Shua’s space. You really can’t blame him, your man is adorable.
“I wanna go hooome,” Joshua pouts pitifully. “Baby, can I come over? Please?”
“Of course.” you say, smiling at how eager he sounds.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to do for the last hour, cheesus!” Mingyu groans.
Shua giggles, triumphant. “We’re going home!” he announces, leaning back with both fists in the air like he’s just won a championship.
Seokmin copies him. “Going home!” The chaos only grows louder as they chant it together; “Going home! Going home!” Punching the air like frat boys on a mission.
You hear Jeonghan laughing, while Mingyu lets out the most exhausted sigh of the night. Feeling bad for their poor designated driver, your hands swipe your screen to text Seungcheol your address.
You shake your head at their silliness. Their monthly meetings are getting more and more chaotic over time. It’s befitting, you’d argue. These boys are the most hardworking people you know and having one day off the calendar to celebrate their hard work feels well deserved.
It wasn’t long until an SUV pulled up in your driveway. Seungcheol parks and Jeonghan gets out of the passenger seat, beelining to you. You hear Mingyu shouting for help as he balances a giggly Joshua in one hand and a passed out Seokmin on the other. Seungcheol rounds the car, opening the car door for him, careful not to splay Seokmin on the ground.
Jeonghan sprints to you, “Hey, you,” he mumbles as he gives you a tight embrace.
“Hannie,” you greet and return his hug. “Aren’t you going to help them?” pointing to the others.
“I would but my time with you is limited,” he sighs “let me soak in your presence first before someone hogs it–”
“Baby!” Speak of the devil. You both crane your necks towards an overly excited Shua, wobbly running over to you. Your smile grows impossibly wider at how cute your lover is.
He sports a plain white shirt and jeans. The short sleeves folded, deliciously hugging his defined biceps. The wind—clearly a paid actor—presses his shirt against his skin, tracing the sculpted lines of his torso like it knows exactly what it’s doing. He runs with arms wide open, eyes almost disappearing from his smile. His face– a bright red. He looks a little disheveled but nonetheless, still breathtakingly gorgeous.
Jeonghan runs a hand on your arm and pulls you back in his embrace, “Ya~ I got her first,” he teases. You roll your eyes and laugh at his antics, never passing up an opportunity to tease and get a rise out of anyone– not even his twin is excluded from this.
Before you get the chance to break free from him, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls you from behind. Your boyfriend’s familiar scent welcomes you along with his thick arms wrapping around your frame.
Your back hits his chest, he nuzzles his face on your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “Mine,” his grip tightens. “All mine.”
No matter how often and openly your boyfriend expresses his devotion, his actions still earn a blush from you. Jeonghan chuckling at your reaction.
“Get a room!” Mingyu shouts and you laugh.
“I’ll see you, love birds.” Jeonghan bids goodbye and makes his way back.
Seungcheol waves at you, “Ynie, we’ll leave you to it!” getting in the car again.
You wave at them– the best that you can with your arms caged in Shua’s, thanking them for taking care of your lover. “Good luck, Ynie!” Mingyu’s voice echoes as they drive away.
“Baby,” your boyfriend calls out. His voice reverberates on your body, his face still planted on your shoulder. You respond with a sweet hum, your hands caressing his arms as it loosely falls on your hips turning you to look at him.
He lifts his head and meets your gaze– and as always, time freezes.
The cold that bit your cheeks earlier was replaced with a familiar warmth, Shua’s hand– sliding up your arms to caress your face. Your hand follows in harmony, leaning into his touch, you rest yours atop his.
The wind blows but no chills follow. His gaze lay heavy on you, enveloping you like a heated blanket on a stormy day. He smiles, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He stares, drowning you with his overflowing adoration.
Gravity pulls you closer— Joshua leaning in, your foreheads resting on each other. You feel his other hand, laying on the small of your back. Squeezing your shirt, he mutters “God, I missed you so much,”. And closes the gap between you two, kissing you feverishly. Melting you physically, mentally, and emotionally.
You can’t think of anything. In this moment, you just feel.
You feel his skin on yours, his warmth that defies the cold wind.
You feel his lips on yours, gentle and yearning.
You feel time stopping, yet the world is spinning faster.
You feel dizzy but still.
You feel weak but stronger at the same time.
You feel drunk, and maybe you are. Utterly, hopelessly drunk in love with Joshua Hong.
with Joshua Hong (another fluff drabble + fake texts!)
Trying something new! This is not proof read, your thoughts are very much appreciated. Thank you for all the love on my recent fics. The duality of Joshua Hong, I swear it's going to drive me crazy!
A Saturday night filled with friends and laughter, you reflect on the overwhelming love you continuously receive. And when Joshua finally makes his way to you, you share a sweet and chaotic reunion. Fluff, humor, and drunk SVT!
It was another Saturday night spent apart—this was normal for you and Joshua. With his ever-busy schedule and continuously succeeding career, and you just beginning to reap the fruits of your own labor, time together had become a luxury.
But tonight marked a shift. You’d finally ruled out late nights at work—your overtime had paid off in the form of a well-earned promotion. One less thing to stress over, you mentally celebrate.
The other? Life itself. That bitch. Between chores, doctor’s appointments, family functions, and personal errands, it all piles up and gets you by your throat.
Still, not once have you ever doubted what you and Joshua share.
After all, he always goes above and beyond to show you how deeply you’re loved. It’s in the constant messages and FaceTimes across time zones. It’s in the flower arrangements he handpicks and sends to your door. The little gifts, always accompanied by a handwritten note.
It’s in his letters—his words, written with care, that you read in his serene voice in your head. It’s how soft he is with you. How gentle. Sure, he’s like that with everyone—but with you, it’s different. Deeper.
Joshua would drop everything and anyone just to be with you. He rushes to see you the second he lands—no matter where you are. Even if it’s just to wait for you at work, he shows up with your favorite snack and a few sweet kisses. He doesn’t mind doing nothing. To him, simply being in your presence is a blessing.
“-- then she goes and pulls out a fake gun! She’s insane.”
Playful banter pulls you back to reality. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself—even in a room full of people who love you, you’re thinking of the one who loves you most.
You’re celebrating with friends, in your little flat in the city. Warmth from the alcohol flushes your cheeks and bites a little against the cool night air. Maybe drinking on the patio isn’t the best idea—but it’s alright. It’s beautiful out here.
Spring has arrived. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Pink petals sway gently in the wind and fall gracefully to the pavement. It reminds you of Joshua—somehow, he’s everywhere but here. How ironic. How beautiful must someone be for even the mundane to sound poetic when you think of them?
“Aigoo, our little Y/N-nie is drunk and smiling to herself,” one of your friends teases.
You shrug as your smile deepens. “What? I’m just happy.”
“I can tell,” she replies, her gaze softening. “And I’m really happy for you.” She tips her glass toward you in a quiet toast. You clink back, letting the bittersweet taste of wine linger on your tongue — a warmth that blooms and settles deep in your chest.
Her words squeeze at your heart in the gentlest way. You glance down, biting your lip as warmth bubbles up in your chest. You can feel it rising—this quiet, overwhelming gratitude. Your cheeks flush, your eyes shimmer, and for a second, the joy is too much to hold.
So you just blink the tears away, smile through it all, and send a silent thank you to the universe.
Another friend chimes in, “Bleurgh, when did y’all get so cheesy?” She dramatically pretends to gag, sending the whole group into laughter. What a night, you think.
The gathering ends with the rest of your group buzzed. Not drunk but tipsy enough to send them all home giggling– just perfect for a Saturday night. You dish your phone out from the kitchen counter, forgetting you left it there while grabbing drinks.
The device blows up with notifications– mainly from your lover. And well, your lover’s lovers.
“Call me when you get Hong?” you laugh, amused. He must be really drunk to forget you were celebrating at home. Walking to your door, you tap on his contact and hit call. He picks up immediately.
“My love! My heart! My Ynie!” he greets dramatically. “I missed you.”
You bite back a giggle. “Hello to you too.” In the background, chaos unfolds—muffled voices chatter over each other, some clearly on the verge of arguing.
“Where are you?” you ask, straining to hear.
“I’m in the car! I—wait.” There’s a shuffle as he looks around. “Guys, tone it down, please. I’m talking to Ynie,” he shushes loudly.
“Ynie?! Give me the phone! I wanna talk to her!” a drunk Seokmin yells beside him, reaching for the phone.
Joshua holds it out of reach. “Nooo! She’s mine!”
Then comes Mingyu’s voice: “Hyung, give me your phone. Let me talk to her, please.”
“Ya~ get your own! Why are you trying to talk to my girlfriend?” Joshua snaps sassily.
Covering your mouth to hold in your laugh, you lean on your front door as you listen to their banter over the phone.
“Oh my god, we are never getting home,” Mingyu sighs, completely over it.
“Ynie!” Seungcheol suddenly yells into the background. “If you can hear me, please call me instead. Shua’s too drunk to give directions—we’ve been circling the same street for thirty minutes!” he cries out.
“Or,” Jeonghan offers casually, “we could just drive to my place and have him sleep over.”
You roll your eyes at the idea. It’s silly how Jeonghan jumps at every chance to hog Shua’s space. You really can’t blame him, your man is adorable.
“I wanna go hooome,” Joshua pouts pitifully. “Baby, can I come over? Please?”
“Of course.” you say, smiling at how eager he sounds.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to do for the last hour, cheesus!” Mingyu groans.
Shua giggles, triumphant. “We’re going home!” he announces, leaning back with both fists in the air like he’s just won a championship.
Seokmin copies him. “Going home!” The chaos only grows louder as they chant it together; “Going home! Going home!” Punching the air like frat boys on a mission.
You hear Jeonghan laughing, while Mingyu lets out the most exhausted sigh of the night. Feeling bad for their poor designated driver, your hands swipe your screen to text Seungcheol your address.
You shake your head at their silliness. Their monthly meetings are getting more and more chaotic over time. It’s befitting, you’d argue. These boys are the most hardworking people you know and having one day off the calendar to celebrate their hard work feels well deserved.
It wasn’t long until an SUV pulled up in your driveway. Seungcheol parks and Jeonghan gets out of the passenger seat, beelining to you. You hear Mingyu shouting for help as he balances a giggly Joshua in one hand and a passed out Seokmin on the other. Seungcheol rounds the car, opening the car door for him, careful not to splay Seokmin on the ground.
Jeonghan sprints to you, “Hey, you,” he mumbles as he gives you a tight embrace.
“Hannie,” you greet and return his hug. “Aren’t you going to help them?” pointing to the others.
“I would but my time with you is limited,” he sighs “let me soak in your presence first before someone hogs it–”
“Baby!” Speak of the devil. You both crane your necks towards an overly excited Shua, wobbly running over to you. Your smile grows impossibly wider at how cute your lover is.
He sports a plain white shirt and jeans. The short sleeves folded, deliciously hugging his defined biceps. The wind—clearly a paid actor—presses his shirt against his skin, tracing the sculpted lines of his torso like it knows exactly what it’s doing. He runs with arms wide open, eyes almost disappearing from his smile. His face– a bright red. He looks a little disheveled but nonetheless, still breathtakingly gorgeous.
Jeonghan runs a hand on your arm and pulls you back in his embrace, “Ya~ I got her first,” he teases. You roll your eyes and laugh at his antics, never passing up an opportunity to tease and get a rise out of anyone– not even his twin is excluded from this.
Before you get the chance to break free from him, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls you from behind. Your boyfriend’s familiar scent welcomes you along with his thick arms wrapping around your frame.
Your back hits his chest, he nuzzles his face on your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “Mine,” his grip tightens. “All mine.”
No matter how often and openly your boyfriend expresses his devotion, his actions still earn a blush from you. Jeonghan chuckling at your reaction.
“Get a room!” Mingyu shouts and you laugh.
“I’ll see you, love birds.” Jeonghan bids goodbye and makes his way back.
Seungcheol waves at you, “Ynie, we’ll leave you to it!” getting in the car again.
You wave at them– the best that you can with your arms caged in Shua’s, thanking them for taking care of your lover. “Good luck, Ynie!” Mingyu’s voice echoes as they drive away.
“Baby,” your boyfriend calls out. His voice reverberates on your body, his face still planted on your shoulder. You respond with a sweet hum, your hands caressing his arms as it loosely falls on your hips turning you to look at him.
He lifts his head and meets your gaze– and as always, time freezes.
The cold that bit your cheeks earlier was replaced with a familiar warmth, Shua’s hand– sliding up your arms to caress your face. Your hand follows in harmony, leaning into his touch, you rest yours atop his.
The wind blows but no chills follow. His gaze lay heavy on you, enveloping you like a heated blanket on a stormy day. He smiles, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He stares, drowning you with his overflowing adoration.
Gravity pulls you closer— Joshua leaning in, your foreheads resting on each other. You feel his other hand, laying on the small of your back. Squeezing your shirt, he mutters “God, I missed you so much,”. And closes the gap between you two, kissing you feverishly. Melting you physically, mentally, and emotionally.
You can’t think of anything. In this moment, you just feel.
You feel his skin on yours, his warmth that defies the cold wind.
You feel his lips on yours, gentle and yearning.
You feel time stopping, yet the world is spinning faster.
You feel dizzy but still.
You feel weak but stronger at the same time.
You feel drunk, and maybe you are. Utterly, hopelessly drunk in love with Joshua Hong.
Inspired by the video below and my alarm-Wonwoo's Jagiyaa, during a concert! This is so random, sorry I miss Wonwoo a lot. Thank you for all the love on my recent drabble! I hope you like this, Wonwoorideuls. Fighting! ⋆˚ 𝜗🐈⬛𝜚˚⋆
Wonwoo accidentally discloses your relationship during a game on set. Everyone is left in stunned silence before bursting into laughter and teasing him relentlessly. Embarrassed but taking it in pride, Wonwoo’s slip-up leads to some fun moments and a lot of ice cream.
“Park Bo Gum!” Hurriedly, Seungcheol answers.
The group erupts in celebration. This was not new to them– a game where you had to name the picture within three seconds after being presented by the host. What’s new is that more than half of the team are somehow getting worse at this no matter how many times they play. And for some reason, the box of free ice cream makes them act like it's a prize worth a million dollars.
Feeling pressured, Wonwoo’s heart beats rapidly. The tension in the air thickens and the members hold hands in anticipation. If they continue to get the last few right, it’s a win. There’s still a few more cards left to identify and he prays it won’t be enough to reach him.
Dino got it barely on time. But he still got it, nonetheless. Seungkwan went next and as expected, he got it right. Mingyu stood tall beside him with arms crossed as he answered confidently. The group goes into chaos as the staff reveals that they’re left with the last card– Wonwoo’s card.
The members circle around him. Jun and Minghao thank the heavens that it didn’t land on them. Dino laughs at this sight.
Vernon pats Mingyu’s back congratulating him. Jeonghan soothes Wonwoo’s arm as Seungcheol massages his shoulders like he’s preparing for a fight.
DK holds Wonwoo’s collar as he shakes him, “Hyung, jebal. My mouth is watering.”
“Hyung, you got this.” Seungkwan emerges beside him. “Let’s get it!” Joshua adds.
“Yaa~ Wonwoo let’s gooo!” A tiger roars, hugging an annoyed Woozi.
The staff motioned them to get ready. Getting dizzy because of the tension (and from DK’s shaking) he closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The group clings to Wonwoo, both of his arms being held by the members. He gulps and nods as the staff picks the million dollar picture.
They take the card, showing it to the group of producers who are nodding and giggling for some reason. His manager peeks a glance and shakes his head. This sends him sweating. Is it someone he doesn’t know? An international artist? Are they going to lose because of him?
He grits his jaw, nostrils flared, ready to give it his all. He’s going to try, he’ll get it. He just has to focus. His zeroes out, head empty, ears ringing, eyes glued on the card as it’s being passed on. It reaches to the host, it turns. And the card reveals— you?
Meaning to say your name, he shouts the first thing that comes to mind.
“JAGIYAAA!!!”
Silence. Everyone stares at him in disbelief.
The host– who was about to start counting, closes his mouth, aghast. Like everyone in the room, they all stood rigid. Surprised? Confused? Amazed? Astonished? The air conditioning rings louder than their breaths.
But Wonwoo? He’s ecstatic. His arms break free from his members’ hold as he fists the air in victory. His smile is bright and wide as the picture stares back at him– it’s you at a recent award show. He knows, because he was there. He clapped and cheered for you when your name was announced, he shed a tear with you as you gave your speech, he gave you an “I told you so,” at the after party because he knows. He knows you, more than anyone in this room does.
His hopeful expression falters as the silence stretches on, his mind catching up with the confusion in the room. Seungkwan was the first to speak, through gritted teeth he asked “Jagiya?”.
Wonwoo’s eyes widened. Pabo! he thinks. “Y/L/N! Y/L/N! Y/L/N! ” He screams your name on repeat, hands clasped as he pleads for consideration. Technically, they haven’t done the count down and he did correct it within three (it was five) seconds. So they didn’t lose, right?
A bewildered Mingyu pouts. “Hyung, how did I not know! I feel betrayed!” Wonwoo looks at him, head turning– confused. He didn’t know you? Impossible! You did a challenge together!
Vernon interrupts in amazement, “Jagiya? Wow, Michyeosseo.”
Wonwoo’s face flushes bright red as the realization hits him. “Oh.” He hasn’t told them about you yet. Jagiya? He must be out of his mind! On camera too! He covers his face in embarrassment, face burning hotter the more he thinks about you. He he holds his breath, feeling all the butterflies weaken his knees, he dramatically pretends to pass out.
His reaction sends the room erupting into claps, whistles, and laughter. The teasing is going to be relentless. But at least they know now. The hard part is over. He shuts his eyes, resigning to his fate. Still lying on the floor, he slowly uncovers his face, his cheeks still flushed bright red.
He looks up at the camera, a sheepish smirk drawn on his face. "We still get the ice cream, right?” He winks.
Jelly Cheollie (Jealous Seungcheol) A drabble, fluff stuff!
This is inspired by this video from twitter! Credits to the rightful owner, I couldn’t find the original poster. But this video is NOT mine! 🍒
Summary:
Seungcheol is a confident man—steady, secure, completely sure of himself. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you laughing at another man’s words? Why is he suddenly rushing to stake his claim before it’s too late? Maybe, just maybe… he’s a jealous man after all.
I’m not a jealous man.
Or at least, that’s what Seungcheol tells himself. He’s pretty sure of himself— his looks, intellect, skills, taste, status. He’s steady. Secured– in all the ways he could think of. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you talking to another man?
He looks at you lovingly, so ethereal– he thinks. He had taken you out for a picnic, in a sun dress he bought you specifically for today. The sun kissed your skin beautifully, painting a blush across your cheeks and exposed shoulders. Your curls danced in the wind, swaying along with your dress. You held your cardigan in one hand, your other hand covering your mouth as you laughed at the other man’s retort.
Seungcheol thinks you’re perfection personified. You looked so dreamy. Fairy like. You shone so brightly in that yellow dress that the sun shies away from your light. Your smile? Blinding. Your laugh? He wonders if the heavens echoes with it. It’s music to his ears, he could listen to it all d—
Wait a minute, you what?
Seungcheol straightens up upon this realization. The picnic blanket dropped to the ground as his mind zeroes out with the thought of you laughing at another man’s words. He walks, no– sprints towards you.
Why would you laugh at another man’s words? Is it really that funny? You even had to cover your mouth- a habit you do when you laugh out loud. He doesn’t remember the last time you did that when you were with him. Does he even make you laugh nowadays? Do you still feel the same way towards him? Is he too late? Will he reach you in time before you realize all these things?
His mind races with a million assumptions, his feet struggling to keep up.
You didn’t have time to react before he slid in between you and the guy you’re talking to. Seungcheol’s back is completely towering over your view. His muscles deliciously flexing as he tenses and crosses his arms.
This is troublesome. Given your busy lives, you haven’t had the leisure of time to spend together. But despite the schedule conflicts, he made sure to make you feel special everyday. Flowers, deliveries, gifts, constant messages, facetimes. Seungcheol is a very secure man but you know he’s been feeling a bit down because of the lack of time you spent together.
You knew you had to step in before Cheol gave out his piece of mind. Running a hand on his back, you gently call him out. “Cheol—“
But your friend interrupts. “I’m Jay, YN’s friend.” He extends a hand that Seungcheol sassily swats.
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I don’t care, I’m YN’s boyfriend”.
Cute, you think. You fight a snort as your friend laughs. Stepping aside, you turn to look at your unamused boyfriend. Your boyfriend is indeed a very beautiful man. His thick brows are furrowed, lips pout snarked, doll-like eyes still shooting daggers. His arms are still crossed, wrapping impossibly tighter as he takes offense to your friend’s amused laughter.
You bite your cheek, fighting a smile. He could be such a baby at times.
You reached out a hand, “Cheollie–” and held his face. His gaze softened as it landed on you. You feel his hand snaking up to rest on top of yours, his expression shifting as you continue.
“Not that it’s any of our business but Jay’s gay,” you laugh.
His eyes widen, lips parting in an 'Oh.' For a moment, he panics. But then he sees your smile—warm, unwavering—feels the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek, and he knows. It’s okay.
A laugh bubbles up his chest, he doesn’t know if it's from his silliness, embarrassment, or from the butterflies you continue to give him. But he doesn’t care, he lets it fizzle out. At this moment, it’s just you and him. It’s just you, your heart, and your love that matters to him.
Choi Seungcheol is a jealous man. But if it means more moments like this—your hands on him, your attention all his—maybe he doesn’t mind so much. For you, it’s a privilege you’re willing to indulge in.
This is my first ever fic! I try to overcome the fear of writing and not posting so here goes nothing. Thoughts, comments, and suggestions are welcome.
The soft sound of the air conditioner gently stirs you awake. You’re home, at last. It's too comfortable, you don't want to move. You're on the bed's perfect spot where it's not too warm yet not too cold. The soft texture of the sheets beneath you feels immaculate. Pillows squished tight against you, blankets snug perfectly over your relaxed body.
Almost perfect, if it weren't for the non stop ringing of your phone.
In refusal to ruin the moment, you let it ring. Thinking the perpetrator of your peace would give up after a full minute of ringing. But of course, they were committed to ruin all the good things in your life.
Groaning, you reached for your phone and answered without looking.
"What?" you huff.
“Uh hello? Where are you? Chae’s almost done getting ready” Your sister’s voice jolts you awake. “Please don’t tell me you forgot,” She spoke in a hushed tone.
Like a deer in headlights, your body freezes. “I am so sorry, I’ll be there I promise,” hurriedly you got up, away from the comfort of your sheets.
You hear her sigh. “You better be. I’ll see you there, okay? Drive safe,” Wincing at her tone, guilt overwhelmed you. You made a sound of agreement and dropped the call.
“Fuck. I’m screwed.”
How could you forget? You promised your niece you were hanging out today. She was looking forward to it for weeks. You even took this day off to spend it with her. You blame the jet lag.
You love your job, it’s always been a dream of yours to travel. But just like every other job, a break is due. Work has been demanding, your personal life taking the biggest toll. You might as well marry your job with this point of commitment.
Sighing, you rushed to get ready.
“At least I have tomorrow too, I’ll catch up on rest tomorrow,” you promised yourself. Hoping, you wouldn’t break this one.
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“A princess tea party, huh?”
Driving to the cafe, you called your best friend to catch up a bit. She’s been nagging you for months for a night out but due to the conflicts in schedule, both of you are stuck doing virtual calls.
“That explains the get up,” nodding her head. You glimpsed at yourself through your phone, you threw on a yellow sundress, your hair loose, natural waves flowing softly on your shoulders.
“What? Do I look the part?” You wiggle your brows.
“Ya~ you are no Belle. More like Tiana, you workaholic.” You laugh as she sighed. “I thought you were going out, like a date. I had high hopes for a moment,”
“Are we forgetting that I don’t have a prince? They’re all frogs and beasts here, beastly frogs.” you wince.
Exasperatedly, your best friend sighed “Good. I thought I missed a chapter, you’ve been MIA! My boyfriend is driving me insane,”
“Wanna crash later? Wine and yap?” She smiles, giving you a knowing look. “Wine and yap.”
“See, this is why I like you.” and you blow her a kiss.
You continued to catch up until you reached the cafe. Bidding goodbyes and ending the call as you parked. Checking the time, you smiled. Never late, feeling proud of yourself for making it on schedule. You got out of your car and walked towards the cafe’s door with your bag in hand, the other with Chae’s present. You wonder if she likes stuffed animals. Princesses like animals, right?
It's a sunny day, the weather’s perfect to go out. The cafe’s aesthetic fits perfectly for the princess tea party. A flower shop themed cafe, with blooms and vines adorning the whole shop. From outside, you could already smell the aroma of the coffee and pastries mingling with the mild scent of blooms. Dreamy, you thought to yourself.
You reach to grab the cafe’s entrance excitedly only to be interrupted by a much larger arm swiftly extending behind you. His and brushing against yours lightly, as it beat you to the door handle.
Surprised, you turn. You come to face a chest- a gentleman’s chest, towering over you in a crisp white shirt. His first two buttons unclasped, enough to peek at his obviously defined figure. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the arm that’s extended for you flexes as it holds the door. You could smell the blooms in the air, or was it his cologne?
Your eyes dart up to his face, and the way his skin glows under the sunlight catches you off guard. It’s almost unfair how effortlessly stunning he looks. His cheeks lightly flushed from the heat, brows slightly raised, eyes twinkling– crinkled softly on the edges from the warm smile he flashes you with.
A prince? you think. And as if the universe is playing with you, he speaks.
“Allow me, princess.”
He bows slightly, one hand on his chest. His eyes don't leave yours as he opens the door for you. His smile is unwavering, doting with a hint of teasing if you squint.
You should be alarmed. He could be a weirdo. But no, this prince is too charming to raise flags. His aura radiates all around him– it’s too soft, too pure, and too ethereal.
So, you decide to accept his gesture.
And with a smile, “Why thank you, my prince.” you ride along.
Fluster is evident on his face, his brows raising in surprise at the response. Before he could react further, you walked inside.
And you feel his presence behind you, catching up– matching your steps. Gracefully, he appeared next to you and met your eyes. He looks bewildered. Like he’s trying to gauge if you feel as electric as he does.
“I–” he pauses and laughs awkwardly, trying to find his words.
But you’re in the same boat. Your mind’s already occupied with the thoughts of him. You feel static, your brain is short circuiting along with his. He’s so.. Cute? Tall? Gorgeous? Perfect? Running out of adjectives, he regains composure.
“I think the pleasure is all mine, princess.” His smile grows impossibly brighter, broader, almost unreal.
Your heart skips.
“Y/N-neee!”
Perfect, just perfect. Spotting your Chae in your peripherals, you avert your eyes towards her. She runs up to you, excitedly chanting your name.
“I’ll see you again,” he promises. You turn to him, his warmth and sincerity emanate through his eyes.
You want to say yes. You want to ask how. But you can’t think of anything at the moment so, you just nod and give him one last smile as you walk away to welcome your niece.
“My Chae Chae,” you hug and lift her up “Jal jinaess-eo?”.
“Ne! Bogo sipeo,” She buries her face in your chest and pouts. Your heart warms once again. You wonder just how much more your heart can endure today. It’s already gone through so much jumping and tumbling from your prince.
Holding her close, you let out a contented breath. “I’ll see you again,” his voice repeats in your head. Trusting yourself, you decide to live in this moment. You’ll get there, on time. Like always.
“Yaa~” Your sister interrupts your thoughts. She stands from your table, hands on her hips. Brows wriggling like a madman. There's a knowing grin plastered on her face. A tell tale sign that she witnessed everything.
Your face heats up. Shaking your head, you sigh.
“She’s not going to let me live this down,” but your smile never faltered.
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