on the twelfth day of christmas, my true love gave to me—
—you and cheol share a moment under the christmas tree
—established relationship, fluff, slight suggestive language
— 0.8k words
— part two of this thing i'm doing that is called being a good friend? idk. anyway this second installment is for rae @nerdycheol, first chair violin of the roach squad, and the one who needled and goaded me into writing my first porno (it's true.). thank you, rae, for being such a good friend to me and everyone else, and hope the new year is filled with nothing but good things!
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“The ornament goes there, not there,” you say, hand on your hip, as you instruct your newly-wed husband on his most important task for the day—hanging up Christmas ornaments.
“Babe, does this matter?” Seungcheol makes a gesture with his hands, one that says why do I have to spend time doing this when I could be doing better things instead, and walks towards you with a sly smile, “I can think of much better things we could do with our time.”
“Please stop being horny,” you glare at him, “we only have a couple of hours before the others start coming over. I don’t want to greet everyone else with a house that looks less than a house and more like a disaster zone.”
“A disaster zone?” your husband looks around at the living room, which is mostly spotless, “what the hell are you talking about? This room is perfectly clean. No more arrangements are necessary.”
You reach out to smack him on his head. Cheol yelps, jumping back half a foot, “what did you do that for?”
“The house is clean, but we still need to put up decorations, you idiot,” you scold him, hands on your waist, “nothing is ready. The house looks like an abandoned hospital.”
“Trust me, real abandoned hospitals are much worse than a clean, well-lit house in the suburbs of Seoul,” Cheol stares at you, “I would know. I spent a whole evening in one for a challenge.”
“Did you or did you not cry after it got over?”
“Irrelevant.”
“Anyway,” you turn back to the unfinished christmas tree, “Mingyu and Jihoon are both coming over with their new girlfriends. I want to impress them. So that they don’t think we are all weirdos.”
Cheol raises an eyebrow, “oh, so now I see what it is. You’re trying to recruit allies to your cause.”
“And is that a bad thing?” You counter, picking up and placing a bauble on the tree, “having some women around to talk to, is a welcome change from years of just encountering men. Every time I visited you, there would be at least five men giggling and laughing about our relationship. It makes me feel better that now I’m going to have someone on my side.”
“Really?” Cheol arches an eyebrow, “you think those two will be able to hold down a relationship this time? You know how Mingyu’s exes have been. And Jihoon—”
“I’m just glad Jihoon’s gone out of the house long enough to get himself a girlfriend,” you finish his sentence, “and she’s a good person. As for Mingyu, she’s great for him. Solid, grounded, a bit loud, but I like her a lot. At least she can get him to stop being too nice to people who don’t deserve it. And more than that, she is very open about it all, which means he can finally put his insecurity regarding romantic partners to rest.”
Cheol thinks it over for a minute, and then nods thoughtfully, “you’re right. Still, I cannot seem to understand half the things that Jihoon’s girlfriend talks about.”
You roll your eyes, “that’s because she’s got three degrees and is working on a fourth, while you only have one.”
“Are you shaming me for my lack of university degrees?”
You roll your eyes, laughing, “I’m just saying that she goes off into tangents and talks philosophy because she has a doctorate in it. And besides, Jihoonie likes it when she talks about her work and the books she’s read.”
“Jihoon’s weird when it comes to her,” Cheol replies, finally starting to hang up the ornaments on the tree, “we are not weird about each other, are we?”
“Absolutely not,” you giggle, your hands coming up to wrap around his waist, “we are very normal.”
Cheol pouts, “the boys don’t know what they’re talking about when they say we’ve become extensions of each other. We have not.”
“Yes. We just stay inside and hang out with each other because we like each other.” You smile, and Cheol’s pout eases somewhat, “they don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“See? You get me. They don’t.” Cheol, satisfied with the Christmas decorations, pulls you into a hug of his own, kissing you full on the mouth for the intended affection to seep through. You smile, hands coming up around his neck to deepen the kiss, and before long, the two of you are on the sofa, his hands making very rapid progress towards the button closure on your pants.
“Wait, Cheol, they’re going to come in half an hour,” you push against him, which doesn’t do much, “not now.”
“Half an hour’s plenty,” Cheol grins, swatting your hand away, “you want this just as much as I do.”
“Shut up,” you gather all your strength, and finally manage to get your stupidly strong husband off of you, “don’t pout.”
Cheol, pouting, looks away, “I’m not kissing you tonight.”
You suppress a grin. Cheol will break this promise in about an hour, but it’s funny to see him like this, “did you get the cuts of meat from the supermarket? We’re going to have a barbecue.”
This makes him look at you, wide-eyed, “uh—I forgot.”
summary: uhhhh i’m weak for cheol x kkuma content? and i feel like it’s a crime that y/n is the only pet parent in this fic. so enter everyone’s favorite fluffy girl. or the one where y/n finds a dog on cheol’s couch and is very confused.
word count: 1.1k
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it’s been another one of your busy weeks where your schedule just doesn’t seem to match up with cheol’s. he spent the night on monday, but aside from that you haven’t spent more than a few minutes with him since. it’s friday now, and you miss your boyfriend. you shoot him a text that you’re coming over whether he likes it or not, please unlock the door. he tells you he just got back from the gym so he’s taking a shower, but you’re welcome to come over whenever. you’re about to grab a jacket and head over, but then you think better of it. it’s been unseasonally cold lately, and you need the extra coverage since cheol keeps his apartment frozen like an icebox. you decide instead to just sneak one of his hoodies while you’re over there today.
you’re thinking about the last time you saw his blue hoodie when you finally walk over, wondering if you’ll have time to find it before he gets out of the shower. your thoughts are interrupted by a sound on the couch, and you jump slightly at the door before realizing it must just be cheol. you walk toward his living room, a term of endearment ready on your lips, but you stop cold when you see something fluffy and white moving around amongst the blankets. you’re afraid it might be a rat, or something else you don’t want to deal with, so you walk up slowly, hoping you don’t provoke it. as you’re trying ridiculously to walk across the room without making a sound, cheol clears his throat at the start of his hallway.
“whatcha doin baby?” he asks, gummy smile on display. “you’re being weird.”
“cheol,” you hiss, “there’s something on your couch!”
“yeah, that’s kkuma,” he says simply, toweling his hair as he walks into the room. “wanna meet her? she’s really sweet.”
“what?” you ask, confused. “what is she?”
“my dog,” he replies as he drops the towel on his coffee table.
“your dog? since when do you have a dog?”
“since i fell for this sweet little face,” he coos, scooping up the fluffball and presenting her to you. you are met with a sweet little face, complete with a hair clip (one of yours, somehow?) holding her bangs out of her eyes. “i mean come on.”
“when did you get her?” you whisper, afraid of spooking her as you take a step closer. you reach a hand out and she sniffs experimentally, but she decides you’re safe and starts licking your knuckles.
“i don’t think i told you that i was dogsitting for a friend this week,” cheol starts, beckoning for you to sit next to him on the couch. as he continues, he lets kkuma crawl into your lap and get comfortable. “she belongs to a family friend, but they’ve been having trouble taking care of her so i offered to watch her short term. i think i’m gonna ask if i can adopt her though. my friend is already on board, just need to check with his parents, but i think they’ll be happy to know she’s going to a loving home.”
“i can’t believe you got fred a little sister without me knowing,” you say suspiciously, laughing when kkuma hops up to lick your chin. “she’s precious though.”
“not as cute as you, but cute,” cheol replies, and you bump him with your shoulder.
“i like her hair clip,” you say, playing with the hair popping out. “looks familiar.”
“hey, that’s what you get for leaving shit at my house,” he laughs. “speaking of fred though, can we introduce them? you think he’ll be jealous?”
“please, he won’t know what to do around her,” you tell him. “i think he has puppy anxiety or something, he’s such a weirdo around other dogs.”
“i think your dog is just a weirdo, baby,” cheol teases.
“maybe,” you sigh, scooting kkuma back into cheol’s lap so you can stand. “you want me to get fred and we can take them on a walk? i feel like that’s an easy way for them to be around each other at first.”
“sounds good,” cheol nods. you start to walk away but he whines in protest, making you turn back. he makes a grabby hand for you and you give him yours in return, so he pulls you closer and swoops in to give you a kiss. then, against your lips, he says, “you forgot to do that when you came in.”
“well i was afraid there was an intruder on your couch,” you say before kissing him again. “so forgive me if i was distracted.”
“hm, one more and then you’re forgiven,” cheol smiles. you happily oblige, your cheeks still warming at the way his lips feel on yours.
“i’ll be right back,” you tell him, shuffling toward the door before you turn back around. “hey, where’s your blue hoodie?”
“um, in my room, why?”
“go get it, i need a jacket if we’re going on a walk.”
“you’re literally going back to your place, grab one there,” cheol starts, turning around to look at you, but your serious expression shuts him up. “fine. go get the boy and i’ll get the hoodie.”
“thank you my love!”
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happily warm in cheol’s hoodie (he sprayed his cologne on this before he gave it to you, you just know it) you start on your regular walk with fred. he did well meeting kkuma, just some curious sniffs and one or two awkward barks to get to know her. now they’re happily wandering the sidewalk together as you and cheol walk hand in hand.
you start to notice a new feeling in your chest the longer you walk, and it reminds you of the way you felt when you first fell in love with cheol. it’s a feeling not quite in your chest, but like your heart is rising to your throat and trying to come out and speak for itself. it’s trying to say that you’re happier in this moment than you think you’ve ever been, but you don’t know how to say that to cheol. you don’t know how to put into words the love you feel for him and your furry friends, but he reads your mind and tries for you.
“this is nice,” he says, squeezing your hand. “it’s like we’re a little family.”
“hm,” you hum. “i guess it is. we’re really living out that young adult trope, we’ve got dogs instead of kids but we’re calling ourselves a family.”
“because we are,” cheol whines. “kkuma is my daughter, fred is your son, i’m the dad, you’re the milf-”
“cheol-”
“hm?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his face. you just shake your head and laugh at him, squeezing his hand harder in yours.
“i love you a lot, i hope you know that.”
“i do baby,” he replies, kissing the top of your head.
y’all cannot convince me that this mans would not be the most simpiest man that ever existed.
gender neutral reader, fluff, slight angst, like 99% fluff tho, cheol loves taking pictures of reader
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you were waiting for cheol to come home from recording for seventeens new comeback. you hadn’t been waiting long past what time he told you he’d be home by, but after having a long day of work already you found yourself drifting into sleep on one of his bandmates, Josh’s shoulder. you had become close to all of the members, so it wasn’t unusual or awkward to spend time with them while waiting for coups to get back.
however when your boyfriend arrived at the dorms to find you ever so adorably sleeping on josh’s shoulder- he had an inner conflict: punt josh across the room- or - take a picture and then punt josh across the room.
he decided on the latter.
giggling to himself, he took many photos of you peacefully sleeping on josh’s shoulder. why wouldn’t he? you were his partner after all! he might have already had an album full of over 800 pictures of you, but why not add more?
after being satisfied with the array of new pictures he acquired, his eyes burned into josh’s skull, silently demanding him to leave so he can be the one to cuddle with his partner.
and he got exactly what he wanted.
after you transferred your snuggles to him, he tried his best to contain his excitement to finally be able to hold you after not seeing you for the last two days.
carefully taking his phone out, seungcheol quietly took pictures of you resting on his chest. well, he was quiet until he accidentally giggled too loud at how adorable you looked in the pictures, which caused you to stir awake- and blush in realization that you missed your boyfriend returning home.
“hi” cheol smiled cheekily down at you, before kissing your forehead.
you spent the rest of the night attached at the hip, and seungcheol definitely did not take more pictures of you to add to his album.
