easy to read (seungcheol)
boyfriend!seungcheol x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: you want to read; seungcheol just wants to be close to you
word count: 757
another short, just because.
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Seungcheol is not good at entertaining himself.
You’re curled up on the sofa with a new novel, enjoying the personal time you’ve carved out just for this activity. A breeze ruffles the curtains, occasionally lifting the page of your book. An open bag of cookies rests on the sofa arm beside you.
It’s perfect: snack, comfortable weather, engaging novel.
And Seungcheol can’t stand it.
He’s trying, and you know it. After all, you respect his personal time when he games with Wonwoo, spends hours shouting and swearing at the computer screen. You’ve chosen a quieter hobby, but your time is no less precious. He knows this; he still wants more of it.
So he hovers, moving from room to room, throwing you yearning glances that you ignore in favor of turning pages. He’s bored, and a bored Seungcheol never keeps to himself for very long.
Sure enough, twenty pages and four cookies in, he pads over to you. Your gaze flickers towards him as he settles down on the cushion beside you.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts up the book he’s holding. “I’m going to read with you.”
Laughing, you say, “No. You’re going to fall asleep.”
As expected, his lower lip juts out immediately. “I won’t! Just ignore me, I’m not even here.”
“Mhm.” You pass him a cookie and go back to your book.
Another few minutes tick by. You can feel Seungcheol shifting beside you. Finally, he lowers his head into your lap, tucking himself just under your arm.
You move your book so you can look down at him. “Getting ready to sleep?”
He scowls up at you, thick brows pulling tight. It never ceases to amuse you how your buff, manly boyfriend manages to look like such a pouty child half the time.
“I won’t,” he asserts. “I’m just getting comfortable.”
“Uhuh.”
You lift your arms a little higher to accommodate him and turn another page. This book is more compelling than you expected, because you find yourself absorbed in it. All thoughts of your fidgety boyfriend disappear as you eat up line after line, consuming the story as quickly as you can. It’s not often that you find a book this good; by the time you reach a stopping point, you’re a little dazed. Tucking your receipt back between the pages, you blink a few times to reorient yourself.
You haven’t heard from Seungcheol in a while. When you set your book down, you find him sound asleep. His head is turned towards you, cheek pressed against your thigh. You’re not sure when he fell asleep, but it couldn’t have been long. The book he chose is hugged close to his chest, bookmark in the same place it was before.
Told you so, you think, but you can’t help but feel fond. He’s so pretty like this, full lashes stark against his warm skin, lips gently parted as he breathes. You try to go back to your book but you’re no longer interested. Instead, you watch him sleep, just like you do on mornings when you wake up first and there’s nowhere to be.
It’s a view you never get tired of.
It’s only when your leg starts to tingle that you shift, making his breath catch.
“Cheol,” you whisper, stroking your thumb over his cheek. “Time to wake up.”
His dark eyes find yours, half-lidded, still hazy with sleep. “Mm…”
You watch with amusement as awareness washes over him like a lazy wave.
“I fell asleep,” he tells you sheepishly.
“Yes, I noticed,” you tease. “Just like I said you would.”
He cranes his neck up and catches sight of your book, closed on the sofa arm beside the half-empty box of cookies. “Are you done?”
“For now.”
“Does that mean we can do something together now?”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t hold back your smile.“You can’t handle being alone, can you?”
“Not if you’re around, no.”
The earnest way he says it makes your heart flutter. It’s too sweet–you can’t even tease him about it. And even though you sometimes pretend otherwise, you love the way he’s attracted to you, like your opposite magnet.
Combing your fingers through his hair, you ask, “Okay then, what do you want to do?”
Seungcheol leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut again. “Doesn’t matter. Just wanna be with you.”
It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. Picking up your book, you crack it open. “Reading it is, then.”
His groan is audible even through your laughter.