pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k
summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.
Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.
He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.
Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.
my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]
my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]
you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]
you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]
The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.
You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.
If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.
Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.
You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.
“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.
Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.
Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.
“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.
“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”
“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”
Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”
You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.
“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”
Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.
“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”
As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.
The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.
“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”
You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”
“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”
Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.
You’re never letting him go.
a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)
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Hi! I'm Icy, affectionately known as word count georg given my undertaking to write a massive fic about Rodimus Prime for the @tf-bigbang. I've spent the last nine months and collaborating with me are artists @princequixotic and @satyrn-exe who have provided three lovely pieces to accompany this fic, two of which will be uploaded today!
The culture, especially the media, around relationships with others makes people feel like they aren't allowed to have deep relationships with other people who aren't inherently going to be seen or become romantic. unless you claim quite loudly that this other person is like family to you, people are going to read into your close relationships because it's all they are bombarded with and allowed to have.
Some people are terrified of being seen as gay for whatever personal reason they may have (whether or not they actually are) and are getting deprived of a vital support system that isn't based on one person you can be close with and then family. People will side-eye you or suggest it, and sometimes it can be confusing to recognize which it is you're actually feeling for someone. It makes romantic rejection seem more horrible because to some people, friendship is lesser and weaker, and just the designation for people they aren't interested in. It is devalued by constantly being overrun time and time again in media: two lifelong friends get together, or they get into a love triangle to be forgotten and belittled once the actual love interest is introduced.
A group of friends with girls and guys MUST have them getting together by the end or otherwise, it's not as powerful. Regardless of if they would naturally want to, and that's just speaking about characters, not real people with far more depth and feelings. They "deserve" each other romantically for it to be a satisfying good end for the audience's reinforced expectations at the end of nearly every movie, book, or show. And due to the lack of representation of all sorts of relationships, you'll have people shipping friends together. While there is nothing wrong with the basis of that (wanting to try "what ifs" or just trying to see how different things would be if X and Z end up together), it shows a clear problem with the lack of value in philia in general. Or the reality of queer people also being able to have platonic or queerplatonic relationships: it's just that due to the lack of previous representation for centuries, it feels like a slight to exclude that part of their identity. Do you know how you fix that? Having more than one queer person in your media and showing them get to have all types of relationships, romantic and platonic and all the nuanced varieties. Not by just having a token queer person. This is the token woman [who has to end up with the MC and has no personality outside of that] trope all over again.
Romance is a beautiful thing that can add to your story or just a fun-to-explore aspect, not that media these days will do anything but show you the establishment of it and then try to ruin it in a sequel/consequence episodes-- it's like writers rarely know how to write a healthy, untroubled established relationship in an interesting way, but that is a whole other issue.
All that to say Romance isn't the only type of valuable love, nor is it the objective "best" outcome. And people shouldn't have to be afraid to want to be close with their friends because of society's expectations and scrutiny. You deserve more support than just the push for nuclear families. You don't have to lose friends in the name of romance.
pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: (some) angst, fluff, comfort, drabble, idol!minghao, established relationship warning(s): mentions of eating, fainting word count: 0.8k
summary: minghao sends you some alarming texts in the middle of the night, and you’re left to speculate the abundance of reasons why he would have sent them.
a/n: inspired by 21:20 of this video with minghao and park myungsoo! the ‘mala story’ segment really fueled my delusions omg
xu baobei ♡ [21:23]: We need to talk.
xu baobei ♡ [21:24]: Call me when you see this.
Those two text messages glare at you every time you pick up your phone, waves of dread coursing through your body as you start speculating the reason as to why your boyfriend had sent the texts so out of the blue.
Is he angry at you? For what reason? Is he going to break up with you? For what reason? You don’t think you’ve done anything to upset him lately, so what could be the issue?
Countless thoughts are flooding your mind as you pace around the living room of your apartment, debating whether to call him or not. If he really wanted to break up with you, wouldn’t you be sending yourself to death’s door by calling him?
Sighing, you bite your lip and decide to text him instead.
you [22:12]: talk about what?
Almost immediately, your ringtone blares through the speakers of your phone, and you nearly drop the phone in shock. Sure enough, the caller ID reads your boyfriend’s contact name, and you sigh in dread, taking a seat on the couch and mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.
“Hello?” you say as soon as you pick up, your heart rate picking up.
“y/n,” Minghao replies, his voice stern yet soft, like he can’t bring himself to be fully angry at you.
There’s silence for a short while, and you feel like you’re going to explode any second.
“Are you…” you break the silence, nearly trembling, “are you breaking up with me?”
On the other end of the line, you hear something drop. “What? No, y/n, I’m not breaking up with you. What made you think that way?”
“You- you sounded really scary in your texts,” you mumble, internally relieved that your boyfriend isn’t planning on breaking up with you.
“Text messages don’t carry tone in them, silly,” Minghao chuckles.
“I heard you went to the hospital. From Mingyu,” Minghao pipes up after a moment of silence, and everything clicks in your head.
You had indeed been to the hospital the day before upon suddenly passing out while hanging out with Mingyu’s sister, who’d sent you to the emergency room immediately out of fear that something serious had happened to you. Thankfully, the reason why you’d passed out had been due to fatigue, and you subsequently begged her not to tell anyone about it, despite her objections.
You’re guessing that she had told Mingyu about it, which you don’t blame her for, and that’s how you’ve ended up in this situation now.
“I did,” you reply simply, looking down at your feet.
“Are you feeling better now? What happened?” Minghao asks immediately after your reply.
“I’m okay now, it wasn’t serious,” you assure your boyfriend, “The doctor said it was due to fatigue.”
“Are you not eating and sleeping well?” Minghao replies with yet another question, worry laced in his voice. “Should I move back in?”
You start to panic a little at the idea of Minghao coming back to live in your shared home, seeing as to how he had moved to the dorm temporarily to prepare for their upcoming comeback, quickly refuting, “It’s okay, Hao, I’m okay! I think I just skipped a few meals because of work, I’ll make sure to have my meals regularly!”
Minghao pauses, then hums in response, seemingly not satisfied with your answer.
“Why… didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there,” Minghao’s voice becomes softer, and you sense a bit of hurt in his tone, breaking your heart a little.
“I— I didn’t want to worry you, Hao,” you began, eyes downturned, “You have a concert and a comeback coming up that’s more important.”
“Nothing’s more important than you, y/n.” Minghao replies without missing a beat, catching you by surprise. “I’m your boyfriend, y/n, you can talk to me if anything happens. What if- what if something serious had happened, and I wasn’t there?”
Minghao’s vulnerable tone breaks your heart, and you frown at his words. Throughout your relationship, such a situation had never happened before, and thinking in his perspective, you completely understand why he’s upset, making you all the more upset at your actions.
“I know, Hao, I- I would want you to let me know if anything happened to you, too. I’m really sorry.” you apologise, wishing he were physically beside you so you could hug him.
Minghao sighs, clearly not wanting to escalate the issue for no reason. “It’s okay, darling, just let me know in the future, hm? I love you.”
“I will, Hao. I love you too,” you reply like it’s second nature, because it is.
A comfortable silence ensues for a while, the two of you at ease knowing that your hearts beat for each other despite the physical distance.
“Also, I’m moving back in. Comeback preparations are more or less done, anyway, and I believe making sure a certain someone eats regularly is much more important,” Minghao jests, and you hear some rustling in the background. “I’m on the way.”
You chuckle. You really don’t know what you did to deserve this man, but you know you won’t be letting him go anytime soon.
a/n 2: i’ve come to a realisation that i’m an absolute horror at writing endings LOL
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pairing: bestfriend!seungcheol x gn!reader genre: fluff, some angst, idiots to lovers warning(s): mentions of food, reader plays a fem role in a school production word count: 3.2k
summary: you can’t remember life without seungcheol, and so can’t he.
When I was very young I wondered If there was anyone Who could understand me
AGE: 5
Seungcheol has always been alone.
For as long as his five-year-old self has lived, he’s never really had any friends. He’s more than content with it, though, because as much as his mother had been convincing him to “Go approach the other kids first!”, Seungcheol would much rather spend his playtime building sandcastles alone in his little corner.
So when he skipped into the playground on just another day of hanging out by himself during playtime period at preschool, to say he was surprised by the sight of you not only being at his usual spot at the sand pit, but building on top of his painstakingly-built, one and only sandcastle at that, was an extreme understatement.
Seungcheol was furious.
“Hey!” he stomps into the sandpit, and you look up at the commotion. “What are you doing to my sandcastle!?”
You stand up to meet his eye level, mouth opening and closing like a fish having been caught off guard. “Um… I-”
“Seungcheol, be nice to them!” you’re cut off by a familiar voice, and the both of you turn towards the sound to see your beloved teacher, Miss Yoon, standing before you. Miss Yoon smiles softly at the two of you, reaching down to rub a hand on your back.
“Seungcheol, this is y/n. This is their first day here, so they must not have known this was your spot, honey,” Miss Yoon reasons, and Seungcheol’s eyes widen, realising his mistake, before looking down at his feet to hide his embarrassment.
“What should you say, Seungcheol?” Miss Yoon prods, and Seungcheol flares even redder in embarrassment.
“S-sorry…” he mumbles reluctantly, much to his dismay. Miss Yoon chuckles.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then! Be nice to each other, okay?” Miss Yoon beams at the both of you before walking off to another group of kids. You and Seungcheol continue facing each other awkwardly while Seungcheol reels in his embarrassment, refusing to talk to you first out of pettiness.
“My name is y/n!” you reach forward cheerfully, raising your tiny hand up to wave at Seungcheol. Seungcheol stares at you, dumbfounded.
“I know.”
“Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly unbothered. “I’m… sorry for building on your sandcastle. I thought the sandcastle would look better with a roof, so I went ahead and did it!”
Seungcheol glances over at his (or yours? or both of yours?) sandcastle, and as much as he hated to admit it considering he was just humiliated by you a few seconds ago, all animosity towards you before melted away.
“It… does look better.”
Seungcheol swore your smile rivalled the sun in his statement.
If there was even such a thing as love Or who would be the one to take my first kiss?
AGE: 16
Much to Seungcheol’s surprise, the friendship between the both of you survived his petty tantrums in preschool, your emotional dramatics in middle school, and his raging teenage hormones in high school to end up where you both were now.
Looking back on it, your friendship didn’t really make much sense to Seungcheol. Seungcheol’s a soccer jock, and you’re a theatre arts performer. The both of you have always been on two opposite ends of a spectrum, yet somehow, he always finds himself gravitating towards you.
And that’s not to mention your (and his, he supposes?) overwhelming popularity. Everywhere you went, guys and girls flocked to you, vying for just a second of your attention. Yet, (to his glee,) you always choose to direct the entirety of your attention to him time and time again, and Seungcheol just can’t help but take pride in his status as your best friend.
A best friend that he’d maybe want to kiss.
Wait, what?
“What are you thinking about?” you nudge Seungcheol with your toes from the opposite end of his bed, snapping him out of his stupor.
“I’m not thinking about anything!” he exclaims immediately in reply, looking away as you raise an eyebrow at his suspicious response.
“Really?” you scoff, “You stopped answering me five questions ago.”
Oh. Come to think of it, Seungcheol isn’t even sure why he lied.
“Anyway,” you move on from the topic, to Seungcheol’s relief, “I was just asking if you’ve had your first kiss yet.”
Seungcheol turns his head towards you so fast he almost gets whiplash.
“W-what?” Seungcheol barely manages to stutter out a reply, still reeling in shock at the fact that you knew exactly what he was thinking of. Heat slowly creeps up his neck as you examine his reaction.
“Have you?” your eyebrows raise just a little in amusement, and Seungcheol’s brain short-circuits, mouth opening and closing for a solid few seconds.
“Cheol, I’m kidding,” you clarify after a while, an amused smile creeping up your face, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, I-” Seungcheol replies nearly immediately, “I was just surprised, that’s all…”
“…I haven’t kissed anyone yet, actually.”
Your mouth hangs open. “Really?”
Seungcheol nods in reply, subtly furrowing his brows together. “Have you?”
“No, of course not,” you reply without missing a beat. Seungcheol contemplates prodding you to elaborate, but you beat him to it.
“But… my friends at Theatre all told me it was kind of the norm around here to have had at least some kissing experience, and- okay, stop looking at me like that! I know it’s stupid! But… what if we were each other’s first kiss?” you rush out, eyes focusing on anything but your best friend in front of you.
“You… want us to be each other’s first kiss?” Seungcheol replies, absolutely dumbfounded by your statement.
“Only if you want to, that is!” you rush to clarify immediately after his question, looking down at your fingers in order not to make eye contact with him.
Seungcheol ponders on the request, eyes never leaving you. If it were up to five-year-old Seungcheol, he would have complained about getting the cooties and left immediately.
But he’s not five-year-old Seungcheol. Not anymore.
He leans forward, and you look up at the sound of the bed sheets crinkling. His lips envelope yours completely as you do, catching you off guard. You let out a small gasp in surprise, but make no move to stop him. The butterflies in Seungcheol’s stomach are practically begging to be released, swirling in uncontrollable motions as all Seungcheol can think about is you, you, you.
The kiss is awkward, and clearly highlights the inexperience of both you and Seungcheol.
But it’s both of your firsts, and that’s all that matters for Seungcheol.
The first few minutes after you pull away are awkward, the both of you clearly unsure of what to say to each other having never been in such territory before.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad,” you pipe up first, and Seungcheol nods immediately. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, Cheol, you’re a solid best friend.”
“Yeah,” Seungcheol replies, the last two words of your sentence bringing him back to reality, “I guess I am.”
When I look to the side I see you, standing next to me, that gives me courage
AGE: 17
You can’t remember life without Seungcheol. In fact, you like to think your life started when you met Seungcheol, and now you can’t imagine what you’d do without him by your side for every milestone in your life.
Until now, you suppose.
By some stroke of luck (or the opposite), you had been given a golden opportunity to play your first leading role of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, which entailed performing to a sold-out show of at least two hundred. Only, Seungcheol coincidentally has a sports retreat on the same day, three-hundred and twenty kilometres from Seoul.
“I’ll make it,” he had said with unwavering determination, warming your heart to the core with his insistence. “Trust me.”
But as you stand in preparation backstage, eyes glued to Seungcheol’s latest messages, you can’t help but let a wave of disappointment rush over you at the realisation that this would be the first time Seungcheol would miss an important milestone in your life.
cheol </3: i’m so sorry y/n, it’s taking a bit longer than i expected. [19:10]
cheol </3: i’ll make it up to you [19:11]
cheol </3: smash the stage like you always do, yeah? [19:11]
“y/n?” your clubmate and stage manager, Minhee, pats your shoulder lightly, and you jolt a little in surprise. “You’re up soon. You can do this, okay?”
You press your lips together and nod in response, your best friend’s text messages still lingering in the forefront of your mind.
It’s okay, you tell yourself, part of growing up is learning how to be independent, right?
As you step onto the stage, ever-aware of the two-hundred-or-so pair of eyes staring at you. All you can think about is doing well.
And you only have yourself to thank for relentlessly training your acting skills, because it takes everything in you not to drop your jaw in shock at the sight of the person you’d least expected to be among the audience tonight.
Seungcheol maintains eye contact, the intensity of his gaze igniting your body in flames as the world seemingly disappears. Your heart processes his presence before your head does, as you let out the brightest grin while still reciting your lines, your glow lighting up the whole stage for the rest of the performance.
The piece is over before you know it, and amidst the roars of applause and cheers among the crowd, you’re focused on one and only one person.
Beaming at you, your best friend simply shrugs as he mouths, “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”
You’re quite sure your smile rivalled the sun at that moment.
My heart that was as pure as the clouds wants you My poor choice of words express my heart I’m just saying anything, you make my heart pound This strange feeling, seems like it’ll be my first and last Because of you
AGE: 18
Seungcheol is late.
Which is surprising, considering that you’re (more often than not) the tardy one in the duo. Rain or shine, Seungcheol always shows up first at the cafe you frequent every week, laptop already on the table with both of your usuals in front of him.
By the half-hour mark, you’re ready to pack your bags and leave when your best friend stumbles into the cafe, his hair frazzled as if he’d rushed all the way here.
He spots you almost instantly, speed walking towards you as a million apologies roll off his tongue.
“I’m so sorry,” Seungcheol begins as he slides into the seat opposite you. You notice that he’s brought nothing except for himself into the cafe, but don’t call him out on it. “The boys were keeping me from leaving training.”
A small smile makes its way onto your face at the mention of your best friend’s goofy teammates, and you hum, “What did they make you do this time to make you forget to bring your stuff too?”
Seungcheol hesitates for a while before smiling sheepishly, and you stare at him, confused.
“I can’t stay here for long,” Seungcheol explains, picking up a cautious tone, “They set me up on a date in… twenty minutes.”
You don’t know why, but Seungcheol’s revelation has your heart sinking as your brain tries to come up with as many different ways as possible of justifying whatever you’d just heard to you.
It’s not like this is Seungcheol’s first ever date, you try to reason, he’s been on plenty of dates since you’ve been friends, so this shouldn’t be any different, right?
“y/n?” Seungcheol stops your internal spiral, and you jolt a little as you look up from the table to make eye contact with him. “Are you… okay?”
“Y-yeah!” you exclaim a little too loudly, wincing at the volume, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Seungcheol’s eyebrows are furrowed as he analyses your expression. He opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it, desperate to end the conversation.
“You should go. It’s not good to be late on the first date,” you flash him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, kicking him softly under the table to make a point. Seungcheol opens his mouth again, but you shake your head, nodding towards the exit.
“Have fun,” is all you can manage as Seungcheol slowly gets up from his seat. You feel terrible for worrying him with your actions, but all you want to do is be alone with your thoughts at the moment.
You let the waves of disappointment, sadness, and everything in between crash down on you as you watch Seungcheol leave through the door, and it’s not until many hours later and you’re still staring at the cafe doors that it dawns on you.
You’re in love with your best friend. You’re very sure you’ve always been, and you feel nothing but stupid for only realising this now, when his heart is at risk of being stolen by someone else.
Having a first kiss by the age of sixteen wasn’t even that deep for you or your theatre friends. You’d just brought it up that fateful day because as selfish as it was, you wanted to feel Seungcheol’s lips on yours without ruining your friendship.
Having Seungcheol present at your first big performance was so important to you, because he was important to you. You wanted him to see you shine, wanted to impress him, so much so that the idea of him not being there almost impacted your performance that day.
You’ve been in love with your best friend for as long as you can remember, but you’re quite sure it’s too late to do anything now.
Eighteen, this moment won’t ever come back I’m giving it to you (All in, all in)
AGE: 18
Seungcheol feels horrible, and for many reasons.
For one, he feels horrible for going on the date his friends set him up on, when he’s clearly wasting the other person’s time.
He feels horrible for the short responses he’s giving to his date, and feels horrible that calling his date his ‘date’ feels horrible to him.
But most importantly, he feels horrible for leaving you in the cafe. His heart shatters as he imagines you all by yourself in your favourite booth, and the date is not helping considering the fact that he can’t help but subconsciously compare every detail and every interaction with his date with his interactions with you.
“You know, I was sceptical at first when I heard the rumours, but I’m completely sold now that I’ve had the chance to talk with you,” Seungcheol’s date (Julia, he belatedly remembers,) chuckles.
“Huh?” Seungcheol replies, dazed.
“You and y/n,” Julia explains, and Seungcheol’s eyes light up at the mention of you, “You like them, don’t you? I thought there was a chance you didn’t, since you’ve been friends for so long, but you do, don’t you?”
Seungcheol freezes like he’s been caught, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Julia simply laughs.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad or anything,” Julia says between chuckles, “your teammates did tell me this much when I told them to set us up together.”
“Oh, no, I just–” Seungcheol replies, trying his best to put his thoughts together coherently, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be,” Julia shakes her head, smiling, “I already knew. I’m not sure if y/n does, though.”
Eighteen, right now This might be my everything Everything, everything
AGE: 18
Seungcheol is almost completely out of breath by the time he’s at your doorstep.
He’d apologised profusely to Julia for that disaster of a date just a little over an hour ago, all while she’d been encouraging him to confess his feelings for you.
Pacing around the corridor, Seungcheol’s heart starts pounding faster as the nerves finally creep in.
What if you don’t feel the same? Will your friendship still stay the same?
“Cheol?” your familiar voice breaks him out of his inner turmoil, and the way you call him by his favourite nickname has him smiling subconsciously. “What are you doing here?”
“I, uh—” he rubs the back of his neck, nervous, “I wanted to see you.”
You tilt your head in confusion, moving to stand in front of him. “Are you not supposed to be on your date right now?”
Seungcheol winces at the implicit reminder of him leaving you at the cafe, looking at you with the most apologetic expression he can muster.
“Yeah… she ended it early.” Seungcheol explains, and you furrow your brows together.
“Why? Were you too boring?” you’re suppressing your laughter now, and Seungcheol can’t help but smile along with you.
“Not funny, y/n,” Seungcheol huffs, “But you might be right, yeah. I may have been a little boring intentionally.”
You look at him quizzically, urging him to continue. “I just— I like someone else, y/n.”
“Oh.” is all you reply as Seungcheol mentally chastises himself for how horribly he’s steering this conversation.
the “Um, it’s pretty late now, so you should go back,” you pipe up after a beat of silence and turn to go into your apartment. Seungcheol rushes to stop you, hand reaching out to grab your wrist.
“Wait, I—” Seungcheol takes a deep breath, eyes boring into yours.
“I’m in love with you,” Seungcheol breathes like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder, and you, too, let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I probably have been ever since you fixed my sandcastle for me back in kindergarten, and I’ve never stopped. I’m just stupid enough to realise only now that I love you so much, and I really, really hope you do too because—”
Your lips are on his before he can finish his sentence, and his eyes widen a little before he leans into you, kissing you back with full force. Just like the first time, the kiss sets off a million butterflies in Seungcheol’s stomach, and he embraces the feeling, reaching up to cup your face in his hands as he closes the nonexistent gap between the two of you. Seungcheol can only hope this is enough to convey his love and longing for you.
“I love you too, idiot,” you breathe out as you pull away, giggling as Seungcheol chases after your lips. “I wasn’t going to fix your sandcastle, you know, but Miss Yoon told me to make friends with you, so I did.”
“Well, thanks for fixing my sandcastle that day, then,” Seungcheol thumb brushes gently across your cheek, as if committing the feeling of your skin to memory.
“Your sandcastle building skills are horrible,” you huff as an attempt to divert attention from your burning cheeks.
“You’re so mean!” Seungcheol pinches your cheek and he puffs his in mock offence.
“But you love me,”
“I do,”
Your laughter travels down the corridor as the both of you continue bantering, just like when you were both sixteen and hopelessly pining for each other.
Seungcheol’s heart is full as he looks at your beaming self. He’s loved you for more than a decade, and he’s only just begun.
a/n: finally posting something after so long!! this has been in my wips for really long, and i lowkey don’t like how it turned out :( really missing every one on here though!! how have y’all been </3
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pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader genre: fluff, meet-cute, florist!reader warning(s): none word count: 1.1k
summary: you find yourself noticing a certain good-looking man frequenting your flower shop daily, and you’re dying to get to know him.
a/n: this was loosely inspired by @hoshipills’s idea of a seungcheol mafia x florist au!!! though it isn’t implied that seungcheol is a mafia here, i still thought the idea was rly cute and wanted to expand on it :)
He’s here again.
And by ‘he’, you mean the gorgeous, almost intimidating-looking man who comes by your shop to purchase an extravagant bouquet of flowers almost daily. He’s always dressed in the darkest of colours, and today is no different as he adorns a black turtleneck with black slacks, looking very much like the grim reaper.
You usually tend to stay judgement-free when it comes to your customers, but this man in particular has been coming one too many times for it to be considered normal.
But then again, who are you to judge, right?
“Hi, again,” the man practically squeaks before clearing his throat, the tips of his ears turning slightly red, “May I get a bouquet of daisies this time, please?”
“Sure! You can take a seat here for a while, I’ll get it ready as soon as possible,” you gesture to the lounge area of your shop like it’s the first time that man has been here (it definitely isn’t), before turning to prepare the bouquet he had requested.
“Take your time,” you hear the man reply, and you smile as you get to work.
“What’s your name?” you ask a few minutes later, as the man is standing behind the counter and as you’re keying in his order on your tablet.
The man’s eyes widen, seemingly shocked at the fact that you’d started a conversation with him. “I—”
“I- I’m just asking because!” you cut him off suddenly, feeling like the shop got hotter, “Because you come here quite often, but I don’t know your name.”
What’s wrong with me? you think, mentally chastising yourself for your erratic behaviour, why are you explaining yourself?
“Seungcheol,” the man, or Seungcheol, replies after a beat, the softest of smiles resting on his face as he watches you try not to die from embarrassment.
For some reason, you’re unable to form a coherent sentence, finding yourself nodding instead as you push the bouquet of daisies on the counter towards him before holding up the card reader so Seungcheol can pay.
“What’s your favourite flower?” Seungcheol asks as he taps his card on the reader, eyes never leaving yours as he does.
You pause, mouth opening and closing like a fish before you slowly react, “Daisies. I love daisies.”
Seungcheol’s smile stretches wider, and he pushes the bouquet on the counter towards you. You blink, confused.
“For you,” Seungcheol nods towards the flowers, “Thank you for accommodating me every time I visit.”
To your surprise, he turns and leaves before you can reply.
Huh, you think, gaping at the door in confusion before turning to go back to work after a while, I’ll have to prepare some flowers to thank him tomorrow.
To your disappointment, Seungcheol doesn’t show up the next day.
And the next day, and the day after the next.
By the fifth day, you’re starting to come to terms with the very real possibility that Seungcheol isn’t coming to the shop anymore when he suddenly bursts in five minutes before the shop is due to close.
He’s panting a little, hair slightly disheveled, and you suppress the urge to reach over and fix it for him. Instead, you simply stare at his figure in front of the door, confusion written all over your face.
“Hi,” he breathes out, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Hi!” you chirp, wincing at the unnaturally high pitch of your voice, “Are you here to shop flowers again?”
“Yeah! Um, no—” Seungcheol stutters, and you try your hardest to keep a straight face, “I just wanted to apologise for rushing out like that the other day.”
You blink. “Oh! It’s okay, you must’ve been busy.”
Seungcheol chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, and silence ensues between the two of you.
“Um!” you pipe up after a while, briskly walking behind the counter upon remembering something, “I… wanted to give you this. To thank you for the daisies the other day.”
Placing a bouquet of handpicked flowers on the counter, you slide it closer to Seungcheol and gesture for him to come forward.
“These are…” Seungcheol’s ears are visibly redder, though you can’t quite understand why. Perhaps the shop is too cold?
“Pink roses! They represent gratitude,” and admiration, but Seungcheol does not need to know that.
“T-thank you,” Seungcheol replies, a soft smile resting on his face, “I’ve never received flowers before.”
“Oh! Well,” you panic, “I hope your partner wouldn’t mind that I’m giving you these. It totally slipped my mind when I was preparing these and I’m truly sorry if I’ve overstepped!”
Seungcheol is silent for a moment, as if taking his time to process what you’d just said, before tilting his head in confusion.
“I… don’t have a partner,” he explains, looking slightly sheepish.
At this point, you want nothing more than to bury yourself somewhere and never face him again. “I’m sorry! I just thought you had one since you’d come here every day for a bouquet of flowers, but then again I shouldn’t have assumed anything, so I’m so—”
“I came here for you,” Seungcheol interrupts, and your eyes widen. “I’m sorry?”
“I’ve been coming here every day for you,” Seungcheol repeats himself, looking slightly nervous, “I walked in here by chance a few weeks ago and was so taken by you I just couldn’t help coming here every day just to see you. I thought you might find me weird, so I started buying a bouquet of flowers every day so you wouldn’t suspect anything.”
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish, Seungcheol’s words having quite literally rendered you speechless. You watch as Seungcheol’s expression gradually morphs into one of panic, having misintepreted your silence as discomfort.
“All that to say! I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way, if I’ve weirded you out, I’ll be more than happy to leave and never come back again,” Seungcheol rushes to explain himself, his voice gradually getting softer, “But on the off-chance that what I’m feeling right now is mutual, would… you allow me to take you out on a date sometime?”
You smile, heart nearly beating out of your chest, “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. The date, I mean, not the part about you leaving and never coming back—”
You’re interrupted by the melodious sound of Seungcheol’s laughter, and you can’t find it in yourself to be mad about it.
“Well, then,” a soft smile rests on Seungcheol’s face, “Would you please do me the honour of giving me your number?”
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seventeen’s reaction to you asking them if they knew how to whistle and kissing them as they do it
pairing: seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.7k warning(s): none
requested by @vi-chan07: Idk if you are taking recs or not . But I really want svt's reaction to their S/o doing this to them
SEUNGCHEOL
would be mock offended that you asked him if he knew how to whistle (bc of course he does!)
would pout and furrow his brows at you before finally whistling
is so confused at first when you kiss his protruding lips, but breaks into the dopiest smile right after
would make kissy faces at you, demanding for you to do it again, whining and sulking if you refuse to
JEONGHAN
he’d probably see it coming ngl
the gears are turning in his head as soon as you pop the question
and like the absolute tease he is, he won’t whistle until you explicitly tell him that you were trying to kiss him
eventually does it just to see you smile (and also bc he would never say no to your kisses but you don’t need to know that!)
JOSHUA
whistles without thinking too much of it
is so endeared when you kiss him
complains when you pull away and rushes to kiss you back
would definitely start doing it back to you often even though you already know what’s coming (but you still play along anyway, his reaction after he kisses your pouting lips is too cute to pass on)
JUNHUI
is suspicious, but whistles anyway
becomes so giddy when you kiss him
acts all like “i already knew what you were trying to do!” even though he really didn’t
is badgering you for more kisses after bc one is not enough
SOONYOUNG
would whistle without a question bc you asked him to
eyes go wide when you press a kiss to his pouting lips before turning into the giddiest mess ever
is such a giggling mess after and would drape himself over you and not let go
plants wet kisses all over your face in return
WONWOO
finds it amusing
knows you probably have a trick up your sleeve but how could he ever refuse you?
so he whistles, and is taken aback when you press your lips hard against his
would chase after your lips as you pull away and it becomes a makeout session after that
JIHOON
you’d probably have to explicitly tell him to whistle bc he’ll literally just answer your question and call it a day
face turns so red when you kiss him it takes everything in you not to take a picture and show it to the boys some time
gets so so shy after, he doesn’t say a single word (his mind is reeling and unable to produce a single coherent thought)
tells you “that was slick” but he actually means “do it again please”
MINGHAO
is definitely giving you that judgemental stare (but he does it anyway)
is pleasantly surprised when you plant your lips on his pouting ones
would tell you that you’ve been hanging out with jeonghan too much lately but he’d be unable to hide the wide grin spreading across his face
looks at you with those lovesick eyes and says “if you wanted a kiss, just say so”
MINGYU
thinks you’re teasing him
goes all “of course i know how to whistle!” with a pout on his face
gets all giddy when you kiss him before he actually whistles
is all like “i knew you were gonna do this” after you pull away, so you kiss him again to shut him up (just like mingyu wanted 🤭)
SEOKMIN
giggles at your out of pocket question at first, but does it without asking much
literally squeaks when you press your lips against his in surprise
would wrap his arms around you and whine about how you caught him off guard after
proceeds to pepper kisses all over your face and would be insistent on doing it back to you to “return the love”
SEUNGKWAN
is skeptical at first bc he thinks you’re challenging him
scoffs and does it
is so so flustered once you kiss him he’s stunned into silence
would whine about how it’s unfair with the dopiest smile on his face (and then he’d ask you to do it again shamelessly)
VERNON
he’d literally just go “yeah, i do.” and then move on with his day
you’d have to ask him to whistle for him to actually do it bro is dense as hell
gets so confused when you kiss him it takes him a while to get what you were trying to do
the biggest, most lovesick smile forms on his face after he understands the situation, and the tips of his ears turn the brightest shade of red
CHAN
does it without a hint of doubt
gets so flustered once you kiss him, face turning so red
he’d probably malfunction for a while (he’s so shy its so cute TT)
would probably ask you to do it again (and again and again)
a/n: hehe i had a lot of fun writing this i hope it was a fun read too
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