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Pairing ✨ Rockstar Seungcheol x Female Staff OC

Synopsis ✨ As the new personal assistant to the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, you see a lot of the shenanigans that go on backstage. And you have no intention of getting involved. But sadly for you, the drummer very much wants to get involved with you.

Genre ✨ rock band au, (sort of) enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

Plot warnings ✨ Seungcheol is an ass at the beginning, the biggest pair of idiots in love (emphasis on the idiots), jealousy, bickering, passive aggressive to the max, mild threats of violence (god help anyone who touches Seungcheol in OC's presence), a little bit of bullying (it isn't Cheol and it lasts about two sentences), she's a little insecure for like a minute, social anxiety in big crowds, a lot of chat about bats (?), drunken phone calls, a huge misunderstanding, he's never been in love and doesn't know how to process his feelings, confessions after they've more or less ruined each other, Woozi has the patience of a saint, a horrible amount of HORRENDOUS pickup lines

Smut warnings ✨ suggestive, references to Seungcheol's various one night stands (we learn a little too much about where his tongue has been), OC can't keep her mind out of the gutter, lots of chat about his arms (a valid smut warning), references to dry humping, references to porn, references to oral. f receiving, references to sucking on balls (?), making out but no actual smut

Word count ✨ 16.7k

Meet the other band members here.

a/n- I've saved my favourite till last and this was going to be the last story for the Shadow guys, but a lovely anon suggested the subby side of Mingyu and I couldn't resist. I have other things I'm working on but I will revisit Shadow sometime soon and show the other side of Mingyu and OC's relationship.

I'm also disgusted to admit that even though those pickup lines Cheol uses are horrible, one of them was literally the reason I went on my first date with my ex-girlfriend years ago..... So, they do work.

And thank you to the anon that asked about having stories for the other band members after you'd read Dino's original one shot. Writing these really cheered me up and helped get me out of a pretty low point I was having. So thank you anon 🩷🩷

Osaka

Your boss said it might take a while but you didn’t think you’d need to spend a whole fifteen minutes knocking more and more loudly on a hotel suite door. Sure, you’re an assistant and to many deemed unimportant in the grander schemes of music producing and performing, but blatantly ignoring someone seems a bit much. You know you’re being ignored because you can hear giggling from the other side of the door, the pair that are in the room obviously in no great rush to see who might be daring to interrupt whatever the hell they’re doing.

You rest your forehead on the door and take a deep breath. This is your first day and already it seems to be going to shit.

Fuck this. You can do this. It’s just a simple form. Your fist connects with the heavy wooden door in a series of bangs that sound more like a police break in than an assistant trying to rouse a rowdy rockstar, but you don’t care. He’s taking the piss and you have other things you need to be doing.

“FUCK WOOZI I GET IT, I’M COMING!”

The door swings open and you’re confronted by the drummer of Shadow, the band your new boss manages and the biggest band in the world, in nothing more than a pair of shorts.

Neither of you say anything for a few seconds, you don’t know what to say. You’re pissed off he’s made you wait. But can you really be mad at a man that looks like that? Because he’s big, bigger than you even imagined. Not that you’ve spent much time thinking about the body of the drummer of your favourite band. You’ve definitely not searched Choi Seungcheol arms over a hundred times on pinterest. Absolutely not.

“You’re not Woozi ,” He smirks, his gaze assessing you from head to toe as he leans on the door frame with his big, muscley, perfect, biteable arms folded. Fuck you need to stop looking at them, but they’re just so big.

“N-no,” Damn, his smirk only grows because of your stuttering. “You need to sign this.”

“There’s no fans allowed into the hotel.”

“I’m not a fan.”

“Sure you’re not. Listen, unless you want to join us, or wait for her to leave and then come in and get a taste of this," he gestures at his body, "I suggest you fuck off and crawl back under whatever weird little rock you came from. Breaking into a hotel is stalker behaviour." His smile is one of sarcasm and it’s at that moment you suddenly realise that the drummer from your favourite band is a fucking asshole.

“I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.” You smile back, enjoying seeing him falter a little, “You or rather your friend needs to sign this. I’m Woozi’s new assistant. I’d ask if you could shout your friend out here for me but I presume you don’t know her name, so can I come in?”

You don’t wait for an answer. Just push past him, ignoring how his skin seems to be as soft as a baby's, and storm into the room to find the poor girl who needs to sign the NDA in your hand.

“Hi,”

“Who’s she?”

“He doesn’t know my name, just like he probably doesn’t know yours. And honestly you seem much too pretty a girl to be treated that way.”

They both look at you a little shocked but you don’t care.

You scan around the room, noting how they’ve clearly had quite the night if the various pieces of clothing around multiple surfaces are anything to go by. You can’t help scrunch your nose a little in disgust when you see three used condoms thrown messily near the bin. You suppose you should be thankful for small mercies, at least he’s not riddling the poor women with diseases and he’s saved an unsuspecting cleaner the trouble of cleaning cum stains off the floor because the idiot has tied a knot in them.

Woozi said he hated having to ask you to do this but there’d been an emergency with the guys taking the stage down in Osaka, ready for you all to move onto Tokyo, and he needed to rush off. You get why he hates it, it’s like making sex a business transaction and you’re the one who’s having to facilitate it. But if you didn’t, you risk the band’s secrets being spilled and then every fan in the world would have the same realisation as you. That Seungcheol is a prick.

“He knows my name,” She narrows her eyes at you but you’re just trying to ignore the little marks Seungcheol has left behind on her neck and breasts. Her only being in her underwear makes it easier to see them and the sight leaves a weird feeling in your stomach even though you’ve just recently decided you hate him.

She turns to Seungcheol, waiting for him to say that he obviously knows the name of the woman he’s spent the night with.

You wish you had her blind optimism.

“S-sure! It’s er…….well it’s er………J….” His “friend's” eyes get wider as he tries to ask if it starts with a J and your heart sinks for her.

You’re all for one night stands. Or not having one night stands. It’s up to whoever it is. But you know if any of the people you’d slept with did what he’s doing right now, you’d feel fucking horrible.

“Could you just sign this please?” You say softly, trying to ignore the clear awkwardness you’ve helped contribute to. Fuck you shouldn’t have said that about names, you were just pissed at him being an asshole by the door.

“No. He can tell me my name.”

You inwardly grown. You love that she’s standing up for herself but you’d rather be back in the hallway whilst she did it.

“Baby,” He smiles, moving towards her, “we just met last night!”

“And yet I’ve had your dick in my mouth. I tend to like to know the names of people whose dick I’ve had in my mouth. And as your tongue has been in my ass hole, I presumed you’d know mine”

Well shit.

You decide to appraise a very odd looking stain on the ceiling and ignore whatever is unfolding in front of you.

“I didn’t……..Did I?......Oh shit, yeah I remember…….NO!” He rushes but it’s too late.

“You’ve already forgotten what happened between us?!!! You literally had your tongue down my throat a minute before she came in here.”

Is there anywhere in this poor woman Seungcheol hasn’t had his tongue?!

You resist giving her a piece of your mind for the way she said “she” and continue assessing what you think might be a wine stain on the ceiling, though how it got there you don’t know.

“Tell me my name and I’ll sign it.”

You glance at Seungcheol, you can tell he’s panicking but you’ve never met either of them until about three minutes ago, so it’s not like you could help even if you wanted to.

When you move over to the desk to get a pen, hoping Seunghceol may somehow remember this woman’s name in this lifetime, you spot her small card holder by her phone. A small card holder holding her drivers license. You hate having to help him, you’d much rather see him suffer but you do technically now have to have his best interests at heart. You don’t suppose your job with Woozi will last very long if you allow this woman to decimate the character of one of the band members.

You glance round, noting she hasn’t moved and does still have her back to you, just as Seungcheol’s panicked eyes find you and he realises what you’re doing.

Slowly, you pick up her wallet and move the license up a little. It feels less like a complete disregard for her privacy and not so big a break in girl code to not fully take it out of the card holder.

“SORA” You mouth dramatically to Seungcheol whilst he tries to act natural. But him fucking squinting like he doesn’t understand isn’t helping.

“SAW,” You mouth, mimicking sawing something in half, “RAAAAA.”

This is fucking stupid and more than a little demeaning. But the big idiot still doesn’t get it.

“SAAAAAAAAW,” You try to act out seeing something in the distance but she turns around and you have to suddenly act natural, holding her card holder behind your back.

“Well?! MY NAME SEUNGCHEOL?!” She whips round back to him.

“SORA.” You mouth in the biggest way you can.

“So…..” You put your thumbs up and mouth it again, “So…ra…..Sora! You’re Sora! See! I never forget a name.” He grins.

You roll your eyes and quickly throw the card holder back just before she turns to check you’ve not helped him in some way.

Fucking moran. He behaves like a chauvinistic pig and yet still somehow gets away with it.

“Could you sign this?” You pear round her with the paper and pen in your hand.

“Like I’d want to tell anyone about being anywhere near him.” She snarls, much to Seungcheol’s shock.

He can’t honestly think she believes he remembered her name? He cannot be that arrogant to think she’d let what just happened slide and continue fawning over him like she no doubt was last night.

She snatches the paper and pen from your hand and marches over to the desk to fill out her name and sign it. You follow Seungcheol’s gaze and note he’s not got a care in the world that he’s probably ruined poor Sora’s whole week. He’s too busy eyeing her ass hungrily, his busy tongue licking his lips like she's lunch.

What. An. Asshole.

“Here.” She slams the paper into your chest and throws the pen at your head.

There is no need for that. And you’re ready to tell her so before Seungcheol pipes up.

“Hey, leave your number. We come back to Osaka every tour y’know.” He leers at her as she quickly gets dressed.

“Get fucked.”

And with that she’s gone in a waft of floral perfume and anger.

“Oh and!” She shouts from the doorway, “Your dick isn’t as big as you say it is!”

The door slams behind her and you both just stand in silence.

“That is not true and the way she was waddling proves it.”

“You’re disgusting.” You glare at him.

“You shouldn’t speak to your boss like that,” he smirks, clearly not affected by a thing that's just happened.

“You’re not my boss. Woozi is.”

“He works for us.” He scoffs.

“You’re signed to his and Jeonghan’s company. They own the company. My contract is with him specifically. I have nothing to do with you.”

“I always like a hot nerd.” He creeps closer.

“Well. I imagine most of the world’s population could be classed as a nerd if they’re comparing themselves to your intelligence.”

You march out of the room. You don’t need a response from him, you’ve already made your mind up about him. Choi Seungcheol is a womanising lowlife who you never want to speak to again. You will never let him anywhere near you, not even if he was the last man on earth.

Tokyo

“Did something happen between you and Seungcheol?” Woozi asks, somewhat apprehensively.

You’re sitting in his suite with him and Jeonghan, all three of you with laptops out, trying to plan schedules for recording the new album and deciding which brand deals, out of the influx of offers that have come in recently, any of the guys should do.

It’s only been five days since you started working for Woozi but you’ve found him to be the complete opposite of Seungcheol. In fact you’ve found that almost everyone on the staff is the opposite of Seungcheol. Every single person, including the other band members, have made you feel nothing but welcome, each of them coming over to introduce themselves and offer help if you need it.

The same cannot be said for Seungcheol.

He has been the most petulant idiot you’ve ever met.

He purposefully asked you where a man called Jihoon was in front of everyone, having not uttered a word to you since the little debacle in his suite. When you told him you didn’t know who Jihoon was, he humiliated you in front of the whole band and the stylists by replying “oh right yeah, I forgot Woozi only tells people he likes his real name.”. Nobody laughed, they all just looked perplexed at what the hell was going on as you both glared at each other. They didn’t even realise you’d been introduced, let alone already seemingly enemies.

You got him back though. Sort of.

You’d had to travel between Osaka and Tokyo with Seungcheol and Woozi because Seungcheol was designing new bass drum skins and you’d be the one putting the order in. As Hoshi had already gone ahead for an event and the two other members tended to like to travel with their girlfriends, you’d ended up with the king of the boneheads.

Just as you saw him taking a gulp of his drink out of the corner of your eye (and checked there were no cars behind you), you shouted out that there was a cat in the road. The driver slammed on and poor old Seungcheol ended up covered in coffee.

It did somewhat backfire on you though. He had sent his bags in one of the other cars and because his sweater was covered in coffee, he decided it was probably best that he just not wear anything at all and opted to discard his sweater completely. You tried your best not to look at him, really you did, but you couldn’t help glancing at him. His knowing smirks and the constant need to catch yourself before you looked at him again, made that seven hour car journey feel like days.

“No.” You glance at him before going back to your laptop, “Why?”

“He’s just being……odd.”

“Is he not odd all the time?” Jeonghan snorts at that and you feel a weird sense of pride that you’ve managed to fit in with them so quickly.

“She’s got a point there.”

“I guess. He just seems different.”

You feel a weird twinge in your stomach at that, a slight panic that there’s something wrong or going on with him. Though you’re not sure why you care, he’s nothing but an ass to you.

Maybe it’s because of what happened in his suite that first morning? He doesn’t like that you saw him being humiliated and now he’s being weird because of it. But he didn’t seem bothered by it at the time so why would he care after the fact.

“There was a girl in his suite when you got me to take the NDA to him, maybe it’s that.”

“_____,” Jeonghan smiles knowingly, “I’d be more surprised if there wasn’t. I don’t think he’s ever been alone in a hotel room in all the years we’ve been doing this.”

That leaves a sour taste on your tongue but you know it has no right to be there.

“She wasn’t exactly…..kind….to him when she left. He’d forgotten her name and she didn’t really like that,”

“Ugh Seungcheol,” Woozi leans back in his seat, wiping his face with his hands, “when will he grow out of all this bullshit!”

“I agree with you but that doesn’t explain what’s going on with those two,” Jeonghan points at you.

“Well. Well. I might’ve called him disgusting?.” Your cheeks heat when neither of them give any sort of reaction.

You jump slightly when laughter ripples through the air and they both beam at you.

“I think you’ll fit in well here ______.” Woozi smiles whilst Jeonghan nods along.

You smile and sheepishly say thank you but you can’t help feeling weird. Something isn’t sitting right with you at all and you’re certain it’s down to Seungcheol. It’s probably hatred and the fact his voice sounds like nails down a chalk board. Yeah…… That’ll be it. It’s definitely nothing else.

One of the main reasons you were excited for this job was because you genuinely loved the band. You were a fan of their music, I fan of their style, you just loved everything about them. You didn’t even really have a favourite, they just all seemed like great guys who made amazing music and that was it. You’d told Woozi you liked the band during your interview and he said it was a good thing, it meant you’d care about your work and so far, that is proving to be true.

You’re standing at the side of the stage watching as thousands of screaming fans sing every word back to Shadow as they perform. That would've been you, in total awe of them as they rocked out in front of tens of thousands of fans.

But instead. You're standing glaring at the drummer whose arms glisten with sweat every time he strikes a cymbal and who you're desperately trying not to look at. But you can't help. He's gone too far.

About twenty minutes before they were due to go on stage, the whole crew was gathering for a team talk. It was everyone. Stylists, security, fuck you're certain even the guys that print the lanyards were there.

But one person that wasn't, was you.

He was holding the door open for one of the makeup artists to go into the large shared dressing room. You knew he was going to do something, he'd seen you walking towards him. You know he had because he'd made a point of checking out the makeup artist's ass and then directly looked at you with a smarmy smile.

You braced yourself for the door closing on you or him sticking out his foot to trip you up. But he took it a step further, a step too far.

“Where are you going?" Seungcheol blocks off the doorway as he leans on it.

"To the team meeting,” you grumble, rolling your eyes. Surely it's fucking obvious where you're going.

"Why?”

"Because it's a whole team meeting. Move out of the way please.” Adding the please is done begrudgingly but he is still a member of the band and so you can't just tell him to fuck off and kick him in the balls how you'd like to.

"But you're not part of the team.”

"What?” You frown, "Move please, I don't want to be late.”

"You can't be late for something you're not invited to. You told me yourself, you work for Woozi. Everyone in here is part of team Shadow,” he declares like it's obvious, "guess you're not part of any team.” He sighs.

Embarrassment creeps up your spine. You're certain Woozi would be expecting you to be there but short of pushing past him and making a scene, you're not entirely sure how to get round this.

“You've had your joke," you mumble, “come on move, we'll be late."

“I will be late, you mean. You're probably early to whatever plans you have for the evening. There's probably some private moment going on that you can shoe horn your way into and make ten times worse.”

You stare at him. Both of you almost challenging the other to look away but the difference? He holds all the cards and he knows it. You don't win in this situation. If you tell him to fuck off, he'll say you've been unprofessional and no doubt tell Woozi and you lose the best job you've ever had. Or you don't tell him to fuck off and you have to walk away in embarrassment.

"Is Woozi in there?”

"I mean yeah, we're all one big family really.” He shrugs, “It'd be weird if he wasn't there.” He insisted, his smirk only getting more annoying.

Part of you wants to punch him, to put this arrogant rock star in his place. But there's a weird feeling in your chest too, that you can't quite figure out what it means.

He doesn't stop looking at you, his smirk never faltering. But you just pull your sweater over your hands and avert your eyes, pretending to look past him and like this isn't making you want to cry.

“Bye then." You say quietly, sending him a false smile but still not looking him in the eye.

You wander down the corridor to the side of the stage and hope you find something there that'll occupy you when the “one big family" all turn up to start the concert. At least then if Woozi asks where you were you can say you were caught up with something.

Seungcheol watches you leave pretty pleased that he's got the upper hand. He'd been enjoying the little back and forth you guys had been having the past few days. And if he's honest, he wants to get you back for the other morning. You were fucking annoying and ever since he's had this need to get a rise out of you.

But as he watches you walk off, he gets a weird feeling in his chest that unsettles him. His smirk leaves and his eyebrows inadvertently knit together. He got this feeling when you called him disgusting too, though he ignored it then and tried to put it down to his hangover. Add that to the leaping feeling he had in his stomach when something the driver said made you laugh, he's starting to get a little worried about all these unknown feelings he's having.

This must be what hatred feels like. The sound of your laugh must physically cause him pain and the feelings in his chest are just pure annoyance when you're around. Yeah. That’ll be it. It's the only logical explanation.

“You know we don't object to workplace relationships,” You jump a little, you hadn't realised Jeonghan was so close to you.

"What do you mean?” You avert your eyes to him but quickly refocus on the band.

"You and Cheol, you keep staring at each other and I think even Woozi's realised there's a tension there and he's normally so lost in schedules and shit, he doesn't realise anything.”

"I don't stare.” You snap.

"Whatever you say,” Jeonghan smirks, "I know he's got a reputation but he's one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet under all that swagger.”

You wonder how much Seungcheol pays people to lie for him. You've got proof he's not a kind person, and you do not believe that he doesn't live up to that "reputation” Jeonghan is referring to. Both you and Sora can attest to that.

"There's no tension. I'm just trying to do my job.”

"Okie dokie.” Jeonghan smiles though you can tell he’s not convinced at all. "Oh! And we missed you at the staff meeting! You don't have to work so hard!.”

You watch as Jeonghan glides away. It relieves a few of the worries you'd had about not being missed at the meeting, at least there seems to be people who are genuinely looking out for you. But it just makes you more pissed at the drummer who adverts his eyes the second you look back over to him.

This can't all be because of that first day. He's taken an instant dislike to you and, to be honest, you feel exactly the same way.

One thing is for sure. You won't let him win.

Bangkok

And so for the next three weeks of the Asia leg of the tour, a battle ensues. You both happen to be at breakfast at the same time? You’re making sure that you take the last of the muesli he likes. He notices that you’re carrying a heavy bag? He’ll purposefully pick out another member of staff who is also carrying something and make a grand gesture of asking if they need help, right in front of your face.

Everyone knew what was going on. It was like the both of you couldn’t hear a conversation going on with the other without passive aggressively butting in.

“Do you want to try this hat for the magazine cover?”

“Are you sure that would fit over his enormously oversized head?” You’d chide as the room erupted in laughter and Seungcheol glared at you through the mirror.

Or.

“______ seriously you’ve got me so organised I’m running out of things to worry about.” Woozi beamed at you.

“Pretty easy to be so anal about shit when she’s got a permanent stick up her ass.”

It was just an everyday part of your life now. Wake up, make sure Woozi has everything he needs and then go out of your way to piss off Seungcheol. His schedule seemed pretty much the same except where you organised Woozi, he played for thousands of fans and partied until the early hours.

And it’s his partying, or rather the whole group partying, which is putting you in a situation you didn’t really want to be in right now.

Seungcheol had used your dislike for partying when he was trying his best to embarrass you in front of everyone. The trouble for him was that you didn’t care what he thought about you in that respect. You’d never been one for huge crowds of drunk people, it just wasn’t for you. You loved socialising, you loved going out with friends for drinks or good food but being in a confined space with a bunch of sweaty drunk people? You’d really rather sit in a bath of ice.

But this was the last night of the Asia tour. It was a big deal and even though you’d told Seungcheol to get fucked when he’d called you boring for not going, it turned out you weren’t going to get away with it so easily. Woozi made you promise you’d join them all for one drink at least and your best friend at home had made you promise you’d put yourself out there more just before you started this job. You didn’t need to make sure everything is ready for the next day or spend your time writing in your diary, or any of the other one hundred things you could think of doing to avoid situations you felt uncomfortable in. You just needed to be brave enough to actually go.

So with Woozi’s promise that you only had to stay for one drink and your best friend’s words whirring round your mind, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror in your room, not knowing whether you’re even dressed right. You know you can’t wear your usual sweaters or jeans but you didn’t want to seem too over dressed, too out of your comfort zone.

You’d gone with a leather mini skirt which you didn’t even realise you’d packed, your good old bestie still looking out for you even when she’s not with you, and a tank top that felt too tight but you could work with it and it made your tits look great even if you do say so yourself. You hadn’t brought heels so your trusty doc martens would have to do. It isn’t something you’d wear to a club you suppose but drinking with a rock band? It works. Sort of. You think?

“Fuck this get a grip _____. No one will even notice you’re there, one drink and then you can come back and pack.” You mumble to yourself as you fix your eyeliner in the mirror. “You’ve got this.” You fake a smile to yourself before you take a deep breath, grab your phone and head to the rooftop bar of the hotel.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought, you’d had a drink with Dino’s girlfriend who has become a good friend in the month you’ve been on tour with them. And Woozi had made you join him in a dance but it felt very much like dancing with your dad and so you’d spent most of your time laughing with him whilst he showed you how to do the robot.

You didn’t see Seungcheol. You’re not even sure why you were thinking of him. He was probably with some woman by now already and he wouldn’t want to see you anyway. You tell yourself your eyes scan the room every three minutes because you want to prove a point to him. You want to show him that you’re not as boring as he says you are. But why should you even care what he thinks? It’s probably just because your competitiveness has peaked in this month-long battle with Seungcheol, you just want to show that you won this little challenge. It’s not even really about proving a point to him. It’s about winning.

You bid your goodbyes to Dino and his girlfriend as they run off giggling after informing you they’re going for a late night swim, and you head towards the elevator.

“Hold the door please!” You run towards the closing door as a hand stops it and you throw yourself in.

“Thank you,” you sigh before you realise who it is, “oh.”

“_____?” Seungcheol saying your name makes you feel weird but it’s probably irritation. That’s the only thing that would explain the goosebumps that’ve erupted all over your body.

Your eyes drift to the woman in his arm, one of her hands under his shirt, tickling his skin. You get the sudden urge to scratch this woman’s eyes out, a feeling of utter rage coming over you like a dark cloud but you bat it away. You don’t care who touches him.

His eyes drift over you, his eyebrows knitting together but he snaps back to himself and holds his girl a little closer.

“Does she work for you?”

“Nah, she works for Woozi. A professional busy body.”

You know he’s waiting for your reply but the sight of the woman still touching his skin has you mute. What the fuck is happening and why does it feel like those words he just uttered actually hurt? You’d been tearing shreds off each other for weeks and it hadn’t bothered you. The last time you’d truly felt upset by something he’d done was the staff meeting but you were over that. Now though it just felt like he was being mean for the sake of it and you were so confused by what you were feeling towards him and his “friend” that you can’t even muster a response.

“You came then?” He smirks when he doesn’t get a response.

“Oh you’ve been to the party? You didn’t feel like dressing up?” She says in the most sickly sweet way she can.

Fuck you feel like you’re in school, the resident school bully deciding it’s your turn to feel their nastiness.

You just glance at both of them and then look forward, willing the elevator to move quicker.

“It’s no wonder she’s going back to her room alone,” you hear her whisper to Seungcheol, although you’re fairly certain she intended you to hear it.

Sure you weren’t overly confident in your outfit but the longer the night went on, the more you felt happy in your own skin. Others at the party were dressed like you, you didn’t stand out. If anything it’s her that looks out of place, a sequin dress and sky high slingbacks making her look like a christmas tree. And yet her words are cutting as deep as a knife.

Your bottom lip threatens to wobble but you stay strong. You won’t break in front of either of them.

The elevator rings, your floor finally arriving and you rush out without sparing them another glance.

You don’t see how Seungcheol moves like he wants to say something to you or how once you’re out of the elevator he suddenly distances himself from the woman he was with, much to her confusion.

You just rush to your room, rub the makeup off your face in a shower that’s so hot it’s only a few degrees below actually burning your skin and spend an hour making sure you’ve packed everything you came with. Making sure the leather skirt is right at the bottom of the pile. Just the sight of it makes you want to melt away in a puddle of embarrassment.

You’ve so many feelings fighting for supremacy that you don’t know which to focus on most. Sure you’re embarrassed but the thing that’s annoying you is why you hated that woman before she’d even insulted you. You had every reason to loathe her now she’d made you feel like the ugliest runt in the litter but before that you wanted to end her. The second you saw her hands on Seungcheol’s skin you wanted something horrible to happen to her and you can’t explain why.

You don’t get much sleep after all that. Just toss and turn with her words ringing in your ears as images of her and Seungcheol laughing about how pathetic you are, as they fuck each other race through your mind.

And what’s even worse. Things are going to get a whole lot more uncomfortable.

Hua Hin- Thailand

“Ok what's wrong?"

All four members of Shadow take up a table and four seats on the coach taking them to the Thai resort they'll spend a few days at before the South American leg of the tour begins. It wasn't the whole crew, just the members, girlfriends and managers. And you. At everyone's insistence other than, of course, Seungcheol.

The four of them had been having a little song writing session as the coach would take four- five hours. But Seungcheol hadn't joined in with any of it, not even when they'd purposely rhymed the same word twice just to annoy him, knowing he hates repeating words when they can't think of a proper rhyming couplet.

“Nothing."

“She was that bad?"

“Who?"

“Whoever you took back to your room."

“Oh." He wriggles in his seat, “nothing happened. I asked her to leave, I wasn't in the mood."

His three friends stare at each other wide eyed.

“You weren't in the mood?" Dino clarifies.

“Are you not well?" Hoshi asks.

“I'm fine! Can't a man just not be in the mood?" His eyes flick up the bus but then back down at the wordless notebook.

They all turn to look where he just has, knowing looks on their faces when they face each other again. Because it's you. You're who Seungcheol has just glanced at unknowingly and it's you who's been the only woman they've ever seen get under Seungcheol's skin.

They've seen it happening right in front of their own eyes. How both of you proclaim to hate each other and yet you both search for each other in every room you go in. You both spend each day seeking each other out even if it is to be complete idiots.

"How do you know when you've gone too far?”

"What do you mean?”

"Like when banter becomes bullying?”

The three exchange looks and Dino kicks Mingyu under the table, silently telling him to take the lead.

“What makes you ask that?"

Seungcheol doesn't look up from the paper, instead he decides to just draw little flowers on the pages. But he needs to figure out what's going on, he can't keep feeling all these feelings every day.

“Last night," he sighs, “that girl, she was really mean to _____. Basically called her ugly."

“That's fucked up."

“But…..is it…..is it fucked up that I didn't stick up for her?"

“Yeah."

“Dude what the fuck!" Hoshi kicks Dino.

“What?! I'm just saying if you hear someone say that to anyone unprovoked then you should stick up for them. Unless it's some like seven foot dude with an axe."

“Why are you and _____ the way you are?"

“What?" Seungcheol’s eyes snap to Mingyu.

“She's kind, she's funny, she's a bit shy, sure but she's part of the team. Why are you two the way you are?"

“We're not like anything. Just normal."

“We all know that's not true Cheol. There's something about her. And you know it."

“I can't stand her."

“Cheol, you look for her in every room apart from when you're partying because you know she's not there."

“That's because I know she's going to pull some bullshit!" He shouts but lowers his voice when Woozi and Jeonghan turn around, luckily you have your headphones on and are deep in some game on your switch.

"You've been turning up early to soundcheck then you know you can speak to her or annoy her at least.”

"I've decided to be more professional,” he shrugs.

"You're drawing the exact flower she has on her necklace.”

All four of them look down at the piece of paper. Shit. It is the same flower that you have on a gold chain. You wear it every day, a small golden charm on the necklace, it was a gift from your parents when you graduated. Seungcheol knows that because he heard you tell Jeonghan when he asked about it, he remembers wanting to punch Jeonghan on the nose for daring to take an interest in you. He wanted to ask about it. Not Jeonghan.

"That's not……I'm not…. Fuck I don't know what to do! I feel weird whenever she's around and I spend most of my time counting down the hours until it's time to meet up with everyone because I want to see her. And taunting her is the only way I think she'll talk to me. Because someone like her isn't going to be interested in me! Fuck the first day we met was because she came to my room and saw exactly how I behave! And I feel like my heart is physically breaking whenever she laughs and jokes with someone else because I want to do that. I want to make her laugh. And she looked so fucking pretty last night but I didn't think she’d come to the party! And I didn't know that woman would be such a bitch to her! And she looked so fucking sad and I did nothing. I'm having all these feelings and I don't know what they are or how to deal with them! I don't even like partying anymore! You know, the other day all I could think about was how much I wanted to just sit with her and hold her and talk to her! I've never just wanted to sit and talk to a woman!”

He's gasping for breath by the time he's finished. All of them including Woozi and Jeonghan and Dino and Mingyu's girlfriends are looking at him in shock. Thankfully you're still blissfully unaware of the mini breakdown Seungcheol has just had at the back of the coach.

"You need to tell her.” Dino's girlfriend chimes in kindly. "Not telling her will just make a huge mess.” She looks knowingly at Dino who just sends everyone an embarrassed smile. Everyone knows the chaos that went on between them on the last tour.

"It's gone too far. Even if it hadn't, it definitely has now. She looked so fucking sad when she left the elevator last night. She isn't going to trust my intentions is she?!”

"She will.” Mingyu nods.

"Would you?” Seungcheol asks their girlfriends who are on the table next to them.

"Well,” they look at each other. "Probably not? But!” Mingyu's girlfriend rushes to say, "I think you need to show her who you really are. Don't just go in with some big confession. She needs to know the real you, the one we all know. Not this idiot who knocked a drink all over her."

“She did that to me first!"

“Grow up." She deadpans as Mingyu giggles behind him.

“How do I show her! I doubt she'll even talk to me."

"You'll think of something.”

"Yeah I doubt it," Seungcheol pouts, slamming his pen on the notebook. “I even downloaded a list of the best pickup lines last week when I'd convinced myself to do something. But I'm not gonna be one of those sad acts that creep up on women at bars with some awful line to be laughed at."

“We're here!" Your voice breaks through the tension as you excitedly look through the windscreen and throw your headphones off your head.

“Fucking great." Seungcheol grabs his bag and storms up the coach.

“He’ll sort this out, won't he?"

“I hope so. They’d make a cute couple and I'm never wrong, am I baby?" Mingyu's girlfriend taps his chest to back her up.

“Never. She clocked you two the day you met." He smiles at Dino.

“We weren't obvious!"

“Whatever you say dude."

They all hurl themselves off the coach, not even noticing just how beautiful the resort is that Jeonghan found because they're all so lost in watching the way you try to avoid Seungcheol and how he can't seem to keep his eyes off you. That is apart from Mingyu who is happily accepting the snacks being offered by the resort staff as they all enter the main building.

“_____! We thought you'd gotten lost!"

You smile at them as you sit down but in reality you're questioning everything. You didn't plan for this break and yes you've got summer clothes with you and bikinis, but you didn't really plan to be at a five star Thai resort. And after last night your usually high confidence was wavering.

"I love your dress,” Mingyu's girlfriend says to you quietly as you sit between her and, sadly, Seungcheol, at the long ornately decorated table that's been set up by the golden beach.

"Thank you. I didn't know we'd be coming somewhere like this. I think I'll need to check out the stores in the village tomorrow.”

"Let me know when you go! We could go, all the girls together.”

"I'd like that,” you smile. And for the first time today, it's a genuine one.

She goes back to talking to Woozi about something and everyone else seems to be preoccupied too, so that just leaves you and Seungcheol. You fiddle with your thumbs before your eyes land on the wine bottle. But before you can even reach for it, Seungcheol grabs it. Does he have to do this? Does he have to carry it on even…..now…. What?

“Why have you done that?"

“You didn't have a drink."

“But I could pour one for myself."

“Well I needed a top up so I thought I'd do yours too."

“Why?"

“Why not?"

You don't answer, just watch him and wait for him to take a sip of his wine.

“What are you looking at?"

“I want to see you drink it first. Make sure it's not poisoned or some shit."

“You know what?" He turns to you like he's going to fire something back, “n-never mind." He takes a sip of his wine and goes back to staring into the distance.

Well. That's new. Very new. Perhaps he's worn out from all the fucking last night and can't be bothered with you anymore. But the idea of him not even bothering with your usual banter leaves you feeling hollow.

The meal passes in a cloud of laughter but you can't help feeling weird. Seungcheol doesn't say any shitty comments, he doesn't purposefully knock your food off the table, it's all very…..cordial? It's unsettling if anything.

“Enjoy your bats!" Woozi laughs as he waves you off.

“You can still always come with me? It's famous y’know!"

“Sure it is," he beams at you, “I think I'll spend the whole evening by the pool."

“Fair enough," you giggle as you walk back to your room.

The second you found out where you were going, you were online looking for things to do. You loved making sure you'd seen the sights, the pool is great and everything but what if you never come here again? Every pool more or less looks the same, the sights don't.

And it would work two fold, if they all broke off into couples or little groups, you had things to do so you wouldn't feel lonely.

Amazingly, none of them felt like coming to see the bats of Na Yang cave leave for hunting this evening. But according to Trip Adviser it was well worth seeing. Each night thousands of bats leave the cave and even though you don't like bats in the slightest, it sounds like quite the sight to behold.

You quickly change into shorts, t-shirt and sneakers, grab your camera that you knew would come in handy at some point and rush off to the main hotel building, where apparently a mini bus will pick you up to take you to the bats.

Just as you're settling into your seat, the mini bus being a lot more packed than you thought it would be, the driver stops.

“Sorry! Sorry! Thanks for waiting!"

"No problem,” the driver says kindly.

What the fuck is he doing here? You presumed he'd be heading out to find some bar or club later tonight. Does he want to upset you that much that he's willing to even ruin your excursion?

"There's one seat left, you're lucky!”

Well. That's where the driver is wrong. There's nothing lucky about the last seat available being next to you. You try not to look at his thighs as he sits down next to you. You try not to look at him at all. But his thighs touch yours on the crowded mini bus and you feel like you've been electrocuted.

"Do you like bats?” He says after about twenty minutes of silence.

"Not really.”

"Then why are you going?” He frowns.

“Because it's a once in a lifetime thing and you don't know if you'll ever come back here again."

He just nods and you go back to sitting in silence, though neither of you move your thighs away from each other.

“Just a few more minutes!”

Thank god for that. The almost 45 minute drive had felt like a decade of your life had been taken away from you.

“So is it like a couple of thousand bats?"

“You don't know?"

“No," he looks confused, “why should I know?"

“Well surely this is something you wanted to see. If not, why are you here? I doubt there's many suitors at a bat cave."

“Suitors," he grins, “damn you're right grandma, there probably isn't."

You fight off a smile. This is just him being his usual annoying self, he was bound to stumble on a funny comeback eventually.

“There's two million bats." You shew him off the bus now you've finally parked up.

“TWO MILLION?!" He spins round and bangs into you, he's so close to you that you can smell his minty breath. He brushed his teeth for the bats? "I-I mean I knew that. It's just when you actually hear it that it shocks you all over again.”

"Ok?” You say slowly.

Neither of you move. Has he always had such pretty eyes? You knew he had pretty lips, you'd thought about his pretty lips a lot. They usually came up as a suggestion after you'd searched for his big, strong, meaty……fuck you need to stop thinking about his arms. It's a gateway drug to fantasising about him like you used to before you knew he was a giant dickhead.

“Come on lover birds! The bats won't wait for romance!"

You both jump away from each other, both clearly embarrassed at what the driver has just said.

“The bats," you point and set off for the cave, following the other bat fanatics.

“Woah," Seungcheol says as he looks up at the mountain. "The caves at the top?”

"Yeah, they fly out each night. Why are you here if you don't know this?”

"I was talking to the girl at reception and she suggested it.”

"Oh.” Of course it's to do with a girl.

Seungcheol cringes to himself, he didn't mean that. He just panicked and needed a plausible reason for why he's suddenly turned up here. Truthfully he's only here because he heard you telling Woozi about it. He thought it'd be a way to start afresh, to show you he's not what you think he is. Or he doesn't want to be like that anymore at least. But he's already fucked it up.

“Not long now! It can look a bit daunting but it's such a sight to behold!"

You quickly get your camera ready with all the other tourists.

“Do you want me to take it?"

“Why?"

“Then you can see it with your own eyes?"

Why is he being so nice?

“O-ok. Thank you,” you take the camera strap off from over your head and hand him your camera, “it's just that button, I've already set it up before the mini bus came."

“Cool." He nods as his fingers graze yours.

“Yeah."

“Here they come everyone!!"

You both turn to face the cave just as the biggest swarm of something you've ever seen in your life leaves the cave. It's like a never ending line. You knew two million bats would be a lot but this is like something from another world. Like how the world looked before humans ruined it and animals could just do as they pleased.

"Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself as you watch the bats in awe.

Seungcheol isn't watching the bats. He doesn't give a fuck about the bats. He got the photo straight away and then a far better sight caught his eye. Your whole face lit up in wonder as you stared at the sky in astonishment. He doesn't even realise he's doing it, he just moves on autopilot and turns the camera to you. You're meant to savour the most beautiful views and in his opinion, the sight in front of him is one of the most stunning he's seen.

"So they'll hunt now until 6am tomorrow morning! Unless you've all brought your tents, I'll give you some time to explore the area and then we'll meet back at the bus? Say in twenty minutes?"

“Can I have that?"

“Oh!" Seungcheol hands you your camera, “sorry, didn't realise I still had it."

“Did you get the picture?"

He panics. He can't let you see the photo he's taken of you. Not whilst he's still here anyway.

“I did!"

“Great," you take his word for it and put the camera back down against your chest now the strap is back round your neck.

“What do we do now?"

“I was just going to grab a coffee from the stall and take in the view.” You start walking, presuming he'll want to do his own thing.

"Cool.” He follows you.

Why is he following you? Surely he doesn't want to spend time with you?

When he pays for your coffee before you can get your card out, you start to feel like something truly odd is going on. He hasn't said a bad word to you, other than the grandma comment, and he's being weirdly timid.

"They should have souvenirs." You grumble more to yourself than Seungcheol as you wait for everyone to get back to the minibus.

“Yeah you'd think they'd sell little bat toys."

“Are you making fun of me?" You'd been waiting for this, you knew he couldn't last this long without being an ass.

“No! My mom likes trinkets and shit, I like getting her something from everywhere we've been. It's normally just a magnet from the stadium or something. I don't really visit places when we have breaks.”

"I can imagine.” You know what he's implying. You know how he spends his time normally.

"I’m pleased we saw this. It's been cool.” You hate how your heart leaps when he says “we". He'd planned this because some girl told him to, he's probably only done it then he thinks he gets her as a reward. It's got nothing to do with you at all.

“Hey you could always have a copy of the picture if you'd like, get a frame or something from the market and put it in there. Like a homemade souvenir."

“I'd like that." His eyes find yours again and once again you can't look away. “She'd like it too." He smiles and you're certain your heart has fully stopped working.

He's never smiled at you. He's smirked, he's sent you his evil grin, but never the smile he normally reserves for everyone but you.

“No problem." You smile back, trying to look anywhere but at him then you don't start giggling.

You don't speak much on the way back to the hotel, he heads off to find Hoshi at the bar and you head back to your room.

Once you're washed and ready for bed, you make sure you transfer the photos from your camera. One trip to Greece where you didn't back it up once and lost everything, was enough to make sure you never made that mistake again.

Seungcheol only managed to take two photos but as long as there's one there, you can keep your promise to help him with the souvenir for his mom.

You check them both, the first one is amazing, exactly the right shot to show what an insane sight it was to witness. But the second one stops you in your tracks. He took this? He took this of you? The setting sun illuminates your face better than any highlighter ever has and the look on your face……well in the words of Keira Knightly, “I look quite pretty.".

Something about him taking that photo makes you almost giddy. But you shouldn't read into you, he's just taken it by mistake probably. You cannot let yourself think this means something. He's Seungcheol. He hates you. And you hate him.

"Does that pool have a massive floaty in it?”

“It's probably for kids." Woozi dismisses you.

“But do we know if it's for kids?"

“Why?" He smirks at you over his fruit.

It's just a few of you this morning. The two couples have gone on a day trip and you don't really have plans until the night market you want to check out later. And the huge inflatable assault course is looking more than appealing.

“I'm just asking." You shrug.

“They've got a climbing wall you know, that you can jump off into the pool." Seungcheol adds in.

“REALLY? I mean…….really?" You say a bit more quietly, your cheeks heating.

"We should go on them. Jeonghan booked out this whole resort so there's no kids here or anything.”

You didn't know that. That changes things a whole lot more. You won't have to swat children into the pool when they get in your way on the climbing wall.

"Do we really have to do that? It's meant to be relaxing?” Jeonghan sighs, fanning himself in the largest sunglasses you've ever seen.

"When else do you get a whole water bouncy castle for yourself?” Seungcheol adds in.

Fuck you wish he'd go and sit at another table.

It's not even because he's annoying for once.

You've never seen someone eat papaya the way he's doing. He's fucking devouring it and you've been trying your best to not just sit and watch. It's bordering on obscene as he licks and eats half a papaya in front of you all and you try your best to focus on the inflatables and not clenching your thighs together.

The rest of them don't seem to care but you can't help letting your mind wander. His tongue looks like it knows exactly what it's doing and the juice that trickles down his chin could only be improved if it was your juice dribbling down his chin.

"I thought you were coming to the spa with me?”

You drag your eyes away from Seungcheol eating out the papaya and will yourself to stop imagining how much you'd enjoy him eating you out.

“Jeonghan, we might not come here again. It's an empty resort with a fucking sick pool and shit. You go to the spa,"

Did he? He can't have just said that because that would insinuate that he actually listened to you when you said the bat cave was a once in a lifetime opportunity. That you should make the most of things whilst you're here.

“I'll come to the spa with you. They can act like children in the pool." Woozi pulls his newspaper down like a dad deciding his kids’ itineraries.

“Great!" Hoshi grins at you all.

“There's even this bubble pool apparently, I don't know what it does but there's a water slide with a trampoline in the pool." You excitedly tell Seungcheol, somehow not remembering he's your sworn mortal enemy.

Hoshi, Jeonghan and Woozi share knowing looks when Seungcheol says how cool it sounds and for the first time, they see you having a normal conversation.

“I'm going to go get changed," you finish your orange juice and rush from the table, “I'll be back! Don't bounce without me!!"

“It's going well then?"

“What is?" Seungcheol frowns as he finishes his breakfast.

“That was almost pleasant," Woozi chimes.

“She's just excited about the water trampoline thing. I've told you, I've lost any chance I had.”

"Where did you go last night?” Jeonghan changes the subject.

"Oh…….nowhere,” Seungcheol dismisses them.

"He followed _____ to the bats. Grinning like a mad man when he found me in the bar and didn't even stare at the woman behind the bar's ass.”

“Fuck me." Woozi puts down his paper looking shocked.

“Shut up. I'm going to change."

He struts off, mentally deciding which of his swim shorts might make you forget all of his past behaviour and jump into his waiting arms.

"I'm going to be the best man when they get married.”

"Soonyoung. You've said that about all three of them. You can't be the best man for all three. You'll all need to rotate it."

“Whatever."

Ten minutes later and you're rushing to the pool, nothing but a baggy t-shirt covering your bikini clad body, your sandals in your hands and your hair tied up in a high pony tail. You didn't even have time to question whether it'd be awkward to be around Seungcheol, you just wanted to have fun, to forget any worries you had before today and take advantage of the insane surroundings you find yourself in.

You don't think twice, just rush to the pool, leave your phone on the pool chair, take your t-shirt off and do a pretty impressive, olympic level dive bomb into the pool.

Sure you're having a great time. But did you have any concern for Seungcheol's poor nerves? He hadn't even had a chance to make it to the pool and let you know he's there, before you did some sort of Baywatch shit and whipped your clothes off. He doesn't know whether to be endeared by how excited you are at the prospect of inflatable assault courses or rush off to the bathroom before you spot him, to sort out the slight situation that’s stirring in his pants.

“I'd sort that out dude before you speak to her." Soonyoung pats his shoulder as he struts towards the pool.

“I think you've just done that creeping up on people. Don't be fucking weird." He catches Soonyoung up.

“_____! You could've waited!" Soonyoung jokes.

“Sorry! Get it in Hoshi! The water is literally so perfect!" You paddle backwards and beam at them both.

“I've told you, call me Soonyoung."

“You've literally never said that to me." You giggle, making Seungcheol's heart flutter and he suddenly gets the urge to headbutt Soonyoung.

“Well I am now. Once you've been on a trampoline in a pool together, you're friends for life."

“Fair enough," you turn away and start swimming whilst you wait for them.

“Sorry."

“What for?" Seungcheol asks as he gets in the pool, opting for the steps instead of your dive bomb method.

“You looked like you wanted to slap me when she giggled. I promise to only make her miserable from now on."

“I think I've made that my job," Seungcheol watches as you check out the inflatable as you swim past it, “and it was a headbutt."

You can't remember when you last laughed so much. You've done the assault course five times, climbed the climbing wall and thrown yourself into the pool more times than you can count and the trampoline was a revelation.

"This isn't what I thought a bubble pool would be.”

"What were you expecting?”

"Well not one big bubble. I thought it'd be lots of little bubbles.” You look around with your hands on your hips as you stare at the water spraying out of the top of the large mountain you find yourself atop of.

“That's a jacuzzi." Seungcheol dead pans.

“Oh yeah," you chuckle. “Do we just throw ourselves off it?"

“Well we've thrown ourselves off everything else."

"Come on then,”

"Hey _____?” He asks but you've just bent your legs to throw yourself down the huge bubble and sort of wobble onto your ass. "Be careful!”

He grabs you but any worry he had disappears when you fall on him in a fit of laughter at the way you've nearly bounced down the bubble.

"L-lucky this is bouncy,” you giggle as you sit up between his legs, his arms still around you. "Oh! Sorry!”

You try to move back but he keeps you there.

"Wait. I wanted to say something to you if that's ok?"

“Er…..sure?" You glance at his hands on your waist and he pulls them away instantly.

“Ok so I don't know how to say this." He scratches his neck, looking more than a little nervous, “can we start again?"

“We've not bounced off the bubble yet, we can't do it again if we've not done it."

“Not the bubble," he frowns, “us. I-I mean can we drop whatever we had going on and start again? I'm not normally a complete asshole to people, I know I can be arrogant and shit but I'm not normally like this with staff or anyone in general. And…..I've really enjoyed spending time with you, I'd like to spend more time with you I think."

You feel like someones just burst the fucking bubble you're so shocked.

"But you hate me.”

"I don't hate you. I know you hate me but…..”

"I don't hate you.” You interrupt.

You both sit still for a while just gazing at each other, the water fountain at the top of the bubble landing just past you and making it seem like you two are in your own little bubble on top of the actual bubble.

"Soooo you think we could start again?”

You wait an appropriate amount of time because you don't want to come off as desperate and say it straight away. But you'd be lying if you said you're not absolutely thrilled by this little development. This whole day has been insanely fun and you've spent the entire time with Seungcheol, joking and talking about water parks you'd been to as kids. It felt natural, you seemed to have so much in common that you didn't realise and you'd barely even had the chance to drool over his abs and back because everything was so exciting.

"I think so.” You nod, smiling from ear to ear but trying to keep it cool.

"I'm sorry for how I acted.”

"No I'm sorry, I was no better,”

"Yeah but….”

"Seungcheol,” you saying his name shuts him up straight away, "we said we'd start again. Let's just agree we're sorry and move on.”

"You're sure?"

“Mm-mm," you hum.

“Come on, Soonyoung will be wondering…..wait where is Soonyoung?"

“I haven't seen him since the third time we did the assault course," you look out onto the nearby pool that is adjacent to your huge bubble. “Wait," you snort, “he's asleep on that pool chair."

“Thank fuck we've not actually lost him, I didn't even realise he'd gone.”

"Me neither,"

You're drawn to his eyes again, both of you perched on the bubble, you still sitting between his legs and the warm afternoon sun shining down on you.

"Did you say at breakfast you were going to the night market?” Seungcheol asks when a bang in the distance breaks the moment yet amazingly doesn't wake Soonyoung.

He stands up and then helps you up. Although you'd very much like to stay between his legs for the rest of the day in all honesty.

"Yeah, they have all sorts of local food vendors and things apparently and all of the seafood you can imagine. Mingyu said they were going and he knew I wanted to go too, so we're all going together. You should come.”

Shit. Is that too forward? He said he wanted to start again, he didn't say he wanted to spend this whole break with you. Which so far is what's happened.

"I love seafood.”

"Is that a yes?” You squint at him, trying not to smile.

"Yeah, I'd like to go with you….I-I mean with you all,"

“Great," you smile, “now. Are we ready to bounce?"

“Well I'm not sure, do you bounce down it in little bounces or one big bounce?" You both stare down the huge bubbly lump as water lands on your heads.

“I don't really know bubble pool etiquette. Let's just jump and see what happens?" You hold your hand out for his.

He stares for a second and then takes your hand, your fingers intertwined and both of your hearts hammering in your throats.

“Ready?"

“Absolutely." He squeezes your hand.

“You look nice."

You glance behind you, presuming Seungcheol is talking to someone else.

“Me?" You point to yourself, you're just in a little sundress and Birkenstocks.

“Who else would I be talking to, I'm walking with you."

“You could've been talking to Mingyu," you shrug.

“I told him he looked nice before we left the resort."

“He always struck me as needy." You joke, enjoying that smile again you hadn't really seen before yesterday.

You're all walking to the night market, it isn't a particularly long walk and it seemed pointless to get a taxi. As you're with the two couples, you've ended up walking with Seungcheol at the back of the group.

"I’m sorry about what that girl said to you.”

Your body tenses as you stop walking.

"What?”

"I'm sorry about what she said to you. I should've said something in the elevator, it was cruel and entirely uncalled for. I think you looked really good, better than good, sex….. really great!”

"You don't have to apologise for your one night stands.” You start walking, not really wanting to talk about one of his many women.

"I didn't sleep with her!”

You all stop walking now, you're certain he didn't mean to say it that loud but to their credit, the others all keep walking and ignore what they just heard.

“You didn't?"

“No. I told her to leave before we got out of the elevator."

Something about that makes you hope a little more than you had been doing. You can't be certain he didn't sleep with her because of you but it certainly seems that way.

"Thanks for telling me? I guess,"

“I just wanted you to know, not that you should care if I think you look good. But you were upset and I wanted you to know,"

“Thank you," you walk a little closer, your arms occasionally brushing as you navigate the tiny streets to the night market.

The night market, when you get to it, is packed. Somehow you'd manage to forget you're with the world's biggest rock band but now every so often, people do a double take. To their credit they keep their distance and leave you all to enjoy yourselves but more than once you see women checking Seungcheol out. They're probably looking at the Dino and Mingyu too but you couldn't give a fuck about that.

Every one of these women is the enemy. Every one of them could end between the legs you were between a couple of hours ago. Fuck what the hell is wrong with you? He asked to start fresh and not take chunks out of each other, that's it, nothing more. You don't have a claim over him.

“What do you want to try first?"

“Oh well….."

“SHRIMP!" Mingyu marches off.

“What happened to democracy?" His girlfriend watches him disappear.

“I could eat shrimp."

“Me too!"

“Cheol you don't like…..”

"I love shrimp! Come on before he eats it all.”

You wander off after him, feeling a thrill when you note he's waited for you before he followed Mingyu. He didn't wait for the others, just you. Jesus get a grip woman!

"He's so embarrassing when he's down bad.” Dino laughs.

"What would you class as down bad Chan? Stealing hotel room service carts?” Mingyu's girlfriend snickers as she walks off.

"I didn't steal them!” He corrects her.

"They know you didn't baby,” his girlfriend soothes, "but you did pay someone so you could use it, so it is possibly worse.”

"It worked didn't it!”

"And sadly I think that makes me as weird as you.”

"Oh my god, that's insane,” you stare at the dish in front of you.

"It's good right! We had it last time we were in Thailand,”

You're sharing mango sticky rice with Seungcheol having stuffed your face with so much seafood you're surprised you could then fit in the massaman curry or the pad kra pao.

"I can't believe they're sold out of rice balls, they're like sweet they're so fucking good.”

You've had a drink and you're so full of food that all you've really focused on in that sentence are sweet and balls. Fuck what you wouldn't give to suck on…….

“______?" You snap your eyes to him, “did you want to try the mangosteen?"

"Oh! No, I think I'll stick with my sticky balls…..I-I mean your sticky balls…..I MEAN the mango sticky rice.”

You don't look at him, just stick your spoon in the rice and shove a load in your mouth, hoping he'll forget your little slip up.

"_____, there's some stalls over there and these boring fucks don't want to come with me. Will you?”

"Fucking rude,”

"Don't be brat Mingyu.” His girlfriend reprimands him.

His ears go pink but you're certain Mingyu likes being told off, he keeps going out of his way to piss her off like he's banking on something when they get back to the resort.

“I'll come with you!" You smile, you did want to check out the souvenirs and local crafts.

“I knew you wouldn't let me down."

You both walk through the stalls taking in all the handmade crafts and little sweet treats but there's one specific thing you're looking for. You talk each other into buying things that remind you of the trip and out of shit you'd never use. Giggle about little things the guys have done and joke that Chan’s girlfriend will be going insane stuck with the three of them. And that's when you spot it, what you've been looking for, whilst you're in a huge queue for a necklace for Mingyu.

“Hey I'll be back in a sec, I just want to buy something."

“Sure, it's not like I'm moving very fast,"

“How much for the photo frame?" You ask the old lady on the stall that caught your eye.

"2000.”

Shit. You know that's not really that much, they just use large numbers in baht but it is still a little more than you were expecting.

“1800?"

“2100." You frown at the woman. What a crafty business woman you've stumbled on.

“1900?"

“2000."

Well. You've got her down from 2100 you suppose.

“Deal."

She doesn't offer to wrap it, just shoves the simple bamboo frame in a plastic bag which you're certain has been used one hundred times already and launches it at you.

“Thanks then." You glare at her.

You stop in your tracks as you turn round to head back to the queue. That same feeling of wanting to scratch someone's eyes out rearing its ugly head because it's him. Seungcheol. With a woman in his arms just by the table you were all just sitting at.

Why did you think it meant something more than just not being awful to each other? Of course he doesn't like you, he just told you that you looked nice because he felt bad about the other night. He doesn't want you, he doesn't think about you that way, you can tell that much by the way his hands are on the woman's waist, much like they were on yours earlier.

Embarrassment floods you again, a feeling pretty similar to how you felt in the elevator but this time it's entirely your own fault. You're the idiot that got your hopes up. You're the idiot that had started to wonder if there was something there. You're the idiot who more or less told him you wanted to suck his balls. Christ you want the ground to swallow you up. He must be regretting ever offering to call a truce. He’ll probably have Woozi fire you for sexual harassment.

You can't face him. You won't.

“I'm going to head back," you rush once you're back at the queue.

“Why? Is everything ok?"

“Yeah, just feeling a bit sick. A few too many shrimp I think, or too much spicy food."

“I'll get one of the guys to walk you back! Just let me get this necklace."

“No, it's fine. Seriously, it's totally ok. I'm just going to get a taxi and head to bed."

“Are you sure?" She asks, nothing but concern in her voice.

“Yeah, probably shouldn't have done all that jumping off water bubbles before all that food!" You joke as you walk off, though it's entirely fake.

"Message me when you're back at the hotel!” She calls after you but you just give her a thumbs up and rush to find a taxi.

Maybe you could book a flight and be gone by the morning. Anything is better than dealing with the horrifying amount of feelings currently weighing you down.

Seungcheol is pissed. In every sense of the world.

You left. You just upped and left and didn't even bother saying goodbye. He believed the whole "she's not feeling well and she's just going to bed” bullshit when he was only six beers into the evening. But now he's considerably past that and he doesn't believe a single word of it. You'd come and tell everyone surely, you wouldn't just leave.

He wanted to woo you. He wanted to make sure you knew he was sorry. He wanted to tell you that he loved you more than anything and everything in this world.

Well.

Maybe not that last one but he definitely does like you. He was sure of that on the big bubble. The fact he only looked at your tits bouncing on the bubble once only proved that point further. He's down bad and you've just sauntered off into the sunset with his heart in your evil hold.

So he's decided he's going to tell you. Just as soon as he gets back to his room and throws up. He's going to put you in your place and tell you just what you're missing out on. He's Choi Seungcheol for fucks sake, women throw their panties at him at every concert. He won't be ignored by a woman who’s lured him in with her bouncing bubble and then dropped him like he was shit on her shoe.

He'd hammered on Woozi's door, demanding he give Seungcheol your number. Woozi didn't question it, he doesn't want to get involved in whatever the hell is happening and the sooner he could get back to bed, the better.

So Seungcheol lies on his bed, his phone to his ear and ready to give you a piece of his mind.

You don't answer though.

Who doesn't answer the phone at 4am?! He could be dying. He could be already dead. Fuck, you really don't care about him at all do you?

He hears the bleep ready to leave a message and suddenly he's lost all concept of what to say.

“Hello? ______ it's me. It's Cheol. I mean Seungcheol. It's me, Choi Seungcheol of the band Shadow," this isn't fucking MTV, he cringes to himself, “I want a word with you young lady!!" Well now he just sounds like his dad.

He hangs up. Starts anew on the beep.

“Hello ______, it's me Seungcheol. You've…….you've…….b-broken my heart,” he sobs.

And sobs. And sobs. Until eventually the phone falls from his hand and he somehow manages to hang up.

Twenty minutes later and he's pissed again.

He dials your number and waits for the beep.

“You've got some nerve, you know that _____. You lure men in and then break their hearts! It's wicked! You harlot! You floosy! You crone! You….you……I'm gonna be sick again.” He hangs up and runs to the bathroom.

Right, he stretches his neck and gears up to call again.

He hears the beep and it's like his world stops on its axis.

“I think I really liked you _____. Or like you. I don't know. You barged your way into my room that day and made a fool of me and ever since I've needed all of your attention," he burps down the phone, the beer still very much making itself known, “I know I'm a man whore. I know I'm arrogant. But I love my mom y’know? I love my parents. And I love my friends. And I give money to baby elephants, they need our help _____ and I'm doing my best for them I swear. I will save every last baby elephant if I can! They can all come stay at my place!"

He holds back another sob at the thought of the tiny baby elephants.

“But I can be better. That skirt looked so good on you and that elephant. What? No. Not the elephant, that woman had no right saying what she did. Such a fucking nice little leather skirt, I could really just……” his voice trails off as he thinks about how pretty the skirt would look around your waist with the added feature of his head between your thighs.

"But you don't like me. Not how I like you. I've been too mean. But in my defense,” he leans to the side, "argh! Sorry! Nearly fell off the bed. In my defense you were too. You called me disgusting and my tummy felt all weird. Feels weird now to be honest…..”

He hangs up again and rushes off to be sick.

Comes back and waits for the beep.

"It's me again. Seungcheol. You know how I know I like you? I don't even like shrimp," he burps again and grimaces at the idea of eating shrimp. “And some girl fell on me earlier and I didn't even want to fuck her. Just made sure she was ok and sent her on her way. I don't think she really fell," he whispers down the phone, like he's telling you a secret, “I think she wanted me. But I just want you. But I can't have you. And I respect that. So this is goodbye. Please try not to cry. But together we could fly?" He knits his brows together, is that a song or does he just rhyme when he's sad? “Bye then."

He's ready to call it a night but then why should he? If you're saying no he's going to make damn sure he's done everything he can. He pulls up his notes app and dials your number again.

"It's me.” He says sternly. "I did research, you know?! That's how desperate I've been this past few weeks. Now these are the best the internet has to offer, so if you still say no after all these, it's you that's the problem.”

He coughs to clear his throat, holding his phone like a Shakespearean actor about to make his debut at The Globe, and starts reading.

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got fine written allllll over you. Errrrr oh! Somebody calls the cops! Because it HAS GOT to be illegal to look that good," he's silent whilst he thinks about what he's just said. “That's what I should've said to her. Then you wouldn't have decided to hate me more than anyone in this world."

He hangs up the phone and sobs again, remembering how sad you looked as you left the elevator.

He dials and waits for the beep.

“I'm back, sorry I got a little sad because the girl I Iike left the elevator looking like a sad puppy. Back to my list," he gets himself comfortable with his notes app open, “have you ever been in a car accident? Because I'd like to rear end you!" He throws his head back laughing, “I like that one. It'd work on me I think. But you could read me the obituary and it would work on me," he stares at the wall before he remembers his mission, “ARE YOU A BIRD ENTHUSIAST? Because you look like you've seen a cock or two!”

He looks in horror at his phone before hangs up and throws it to the end of his bed.

"What have you done Seungcheol?!” He paces around the room with his head in his hands, "ring her back. Find a nice one and ring her back. She'll like that.”

He rushes for his phone and dials your number again. He knows just the thing to rectify this.

"_____?” He says softly. "I didn't mean that one. I've got one I do mean." He takes a deep breath, “they say you are what you eat and I’d like to be you?” He mumbles, "NO that isn't it. Wait! Just wait one second!” He thumbs the screen and finds the actual line he wanted, "Ok, I got it," he takes a deep breath, “I'm lost, can you give me directions to your heart?"

He sniffles, tears falling down his cheeks and silently hangs up the phone. He won't be able to sleep, he knows he won't. So he opts for a shower and makes himself a coffee to sober up a bit.

What a fucking mess. He just hopes you don't quit because of him. Everyone loves you, Woozi would be lost without you and, even if he can't have you, he can't not see you. That would ruin him.

You woke up a little before six, not that you'd really been asleep that long. When you got back to your room you tried your best but sleep just wouldn't come.

The sun was bright and the blue skies looked more than inviting as you reached over to check your phone. You didn't think much of the amount of messages. There was a time difference and you were always getting calls from different people for Woozi. Though he'd told you to leave getting back to them until after your little break, unless it was really urgent.

None of the messages you've ever had before in your life though have ever sent you on the emotional rollercoaster that the ones this morning did.

You listened to them all. Three times in fact. Your smile growing each time you listened now you knew how they ended.

What you saw last night wasn't what you thought was happening. You just presumed it was because it's him, flirting with women is what he does.

And the pickup lines, though cheesy, boarding on offensive at times, only made your smile wider.

You needed to fix this, you needed to find him and one, check he doesn't have alcohol poisoning and two, tell him that you feel exactly the same way he does.

The man at the reception desk wasn't thrilled when ran to the desk at 6:15 and demanded use of their printer. You're fairly certain he only agreed because you scared him a little bit. But he let you and you managed to print out the picture of the bats. It wasn't the best quality paper, you'd have preferred a proper photo paper option but it was the best you could do at short notice.

So with the photo in the frame and the frame in a much nicer bag you'd managed to “borrow" from the giftshop when the man at reception wasn't looking, you headed to his room.

Yes, it's early, but if you don't do this now, you never will.

This is like history repeating itself. You knocking on his door and him blatantly ignoring you. Thankfully there's no noise you'd rather not hear this time. But he's still ignoring you.

Why did you think he'd answer? He's clearly pissed at you and he's clearly not been asleep for very long judging by the time on those messages. If anything, you've probably fucked him off more by hammering on his door.

You take a deep breath and turn around. He isn't going to talk to you. You just need to deal with that.

Deciding you need fresh air, you head to the beach. You hadn't been down there yet and by all accounts it was one of the most pristine golden beaches in the country.

As you walk down the path to the beach, shoulders you recognise come into view. He's here? He's not going to throw himself in the ocean surely? You can't have driven him to that frame of mind. You'll never get over it and you probably won't have to. By the time Shadow fans hear about it, you'll be skinned alive.

“Seungcheol?" You say quietly as you come to stand by him.

His head whips up to you and the sight of him wiping tears from his eyes breaks your heart.

“What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Why are you awake?"

“I could say the same to you." You smile softly, “it's barely been two hours since your phone calls."

“I haven't been to bed yet," he sniffs and looks back at the ocean, “just showered and came here. I needed to clear my head."

You just hum and follow his eyes to the ocean.

“Can I sit with you?"

“I can't really stop you." He shrugs, still looking at the gentle waves.

"You can tell me not to.”

You wait for a moment but he doesn't say anything and so you take that as you sign to sit next to him.

“I lied."

“What?" He looks at you confused.

“I lied." You sigh. “I didn't feel ill. Well, I sort of did. I'd just bought you something from one of the little stalls and I looked up and you had that girl in your arms. I just saw red, every woman I've ever seen you with has made me see red. Though it's only these past few days I've admitted that to myself.”

"But why?”

"Because I like you. And I thought you liked me, I thought this truce was your way of starting something with me. And so when I looked up and saw what I did, I just felt so stupid. And I'd had a drink and said that about the balls, I couldn't face you. Or her.”

"She fell……..”

"I know, I listened to the messages.” you stop him.

"All of them?” He winces.

"All of them.” You smile.

“I’ve liked you for weeks." He draws absent mindedly in the sand but seeing no reason to not be honest, “I just didn't know I did. This back and forth we had going on that first day, it became routine. I wanted your attention, I wanted to be around you all the time. But I've never felt like that. I've never felt like this. And so I thought I don't need to figure out my feelings as long as I can still be near you and we could still argue. My head has been so messed up, I've never had these feelings before. I haven't even fucked anyone since that time we met."

“You still don't know her name," you narrow your eyes at him.

“I do!! It's….well it's……..I don't actually remember her name because the only woman I care about is you.”

"Nice save,” you grin even though your heart is doing somersaults.

"Thanks,” he smiles sadly. "And then I decide fuck it, nothing is ever going to happen, and I pounched on the first poor woman I saw.”

"The one in the elevator?”

"Hm-mm,” his eyes darken, "and then I let her do what she did and I hated myself. I knew I'd gone too far, I knew I finally had to do something. And so I do and then….”

"And then I ruin it.” You finish his sentence.

"Well I was going to say the girl who pretended to fall.”

"It was me. We both know it.”

Silence descends, the sound of waves rippling onto the shore being the only thing that breaks it. It isn't tense or filled with hatred, it's a weirdly content silence.

"I got you something.”

He just looks at you, obviously not really knowing what to say.

"Well it's more for your mom.” You hand him the bag.

"Can I open it then? Or should I wait?”

"No, open it, please. There's a note in there too, but that's for you not your mom.”

He frowns a little, not really sure why you've put a note in when you're talking to him, but he opens it anyway.

The frame is first, his eyes softening when he pulls it out of the bag and sees that you've kept your promise on helping him with a souvenir for his mom.

"She'll love it,” he beams at the photo.

"I really liked the photo you took. I really liked both of the photos you took."

His bright eyes find yours and you're relieved to see that the tears that fall now aren't quite as sad as the ones that fell when you arrived.

“I read you should always take photos of the beautiful things, to remember them. So that's what I did."

Your whole heart feels like it might explode. You're not worried about feeling like an idiot anymore. You've made big enough idiots of yourselves. All you feel now is thankful that you decided to get some air, that you found him here and now you hear words like that coming from his perfect lips.

"There's a note in there too,”

Seungcheol takes it out and as his cheeks turn pink, the most glorious laugh you've ever heard echoes around the empty beach.

Seungcheol,

I was wondering if you had an extra heart? Mine was just stolen.

“That," he laughs, wiping his cheeks, “is far cheesier than any of mine."

“Maybe," you giggle, “but at least it's not offensive." You try to speak very seriously.

"I really didn't mean the cock or two one,”

"Oh but you did mean the one about rear ending and that you are what you eat?” You challenge.

"I mean, that depends.”

"On what?”

"On whether you'll be my girlfriend?” He says awkwardly, "I've never done it before. A relationship I mean and I can't promise I'll be great at it. But all I know is I want to be near you, I want to be the one who makes you smile. If you'll let me.”

You search his eyes, they're different from the ones that looked back at you when he first opened his hotel room door. Just as beautiful but now there's something more in them, an honesty that tells you he's telling the truth. And that he does care and he does want to try this with you.

“I don't use my best pickup lines on just anyone you know," you say as loftily as you can, “I only keep those for the men I want to be my boyfriend."

His whole face brightens, any little worries he had that you'd still say no evaporating on the spot.

“Can I kiss you?" He edges closer, looking at your lips.

“That depends."

“On what?" he frowns.

“Please tell me you brushed your teeth after you showered. For one of those messages you hadn't actually put the phone down properly until after you'd been sick. The breath must've been….."

“Hey," he takes your cheek in his hand and shuts you up, “I'm not an animal,"

“I was just checking," you mumble, transfixed by his lips and the way your cheek seems to fit perfectly in his hand.

“You're so annoying." He whispers, so close to your lips that you can taste his minty breath.

His lips touch yours for the first time in the softest kiss you've ever received. It's barely there and yet the weight of the meaning behind it fills your heart.

It's like that first touch was a test, to check you wanted this and didn't run away from him. Because he pulls back for a second, stares down at your lips and closes the space between you again. One hand on your waist and the other still cupping your cheek but this time it’s frantic. Like he wants to make sure that this kiss makes up for those weeks of fighting and trying to hurt each other.

He pushes you back onto the sand and takes your gasp in shock as the perfect opportunity to let his tongue dance with yours. His hand that was on your cheek now rests just beside your head on the sand, the big arms you admired for so long caging you in. You've wanted to feel them for so long, so you don't think twice. Your hands grip his biceps as the kiss turns sloppy. Both of you wanting to show the other his serious you, how much you both want this.

It's only when you moan at the feel of his hardening dick through his shorts that Seungcheol seems to snap out of his need to swallow all of your gasps.

“We should stop." He says softly, though doesn't pull away.

“Why? There's nobody here."

“I don't want to, you know, have sex. I want to do this properly, not that I really know what properly is. But I want to take you out, make sure you know I'm serious."

“I know you're serious," you point out, gazing up at him and moving his hair off his face, “but I get it. I don't want to have sex yet either. But I don't see any reason we can't carry on the kissing."

"Is that right?”

"Hm-mm. But could we do it somewhere else? I'm sure a tiny crab just crawled up my shorts.”

"Oh shit!” He helps you to your feet as you stomp around trying to excavate the crab before it reaches your ass.

"Get out, get out, get out!” You flap until eventually you see a tiny crab fall from your shorts. "Oh thank fuck for that!”

“Better?"

“Much. Imagine having to tell the guys your girlfriend's got crabs."

“Oh god," he groans as he pulls a cackling you towards him and holds you close, “that's a fucking terrible joke."

“Well you need to laugh! It's what boyfriends do!"

“Why do I feel like that's going to be said a lot to make me do things I don't want to do."

“Because it is," you kiss him, “and I do have something I want you to do."

“Oh yeah?" He smirks.

“Not that? Although we do need to talk about the way you ate out that papaya, it was like something off pornhub."

“Why are you watching pornhub?" He grins.

“I’m not, I only consume ethical pornogrpahy."

“You read Game of Thrones smut."

“I do n…how do you know that?!”

"I read it over your shoulder once.”

"What a pervert!”

"I'm not the one reading Stark smut!”

"Well that's only because I don't sleep with people who I don't even know the name of!”

"Are you slut shaming me?”

"Yes!”

"Well,” he huffs, "my own girlfriend,” your heart flutters at the word, "betraying me. Lucky I've only got eyes for one woman now.”

"Is she hot?”

"The hottest.” He smirks. "Come on, let's get breakfast. You can watch me eat papaya and tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to it.” He grins as he pulls you along, not forgetting the bag with his mom's photo and the note he'll treasure forever.

"What did you want me to do then?”

"That bag,” you walk hand in hand off the beach and back towards the outside tables of the restaurant, "I technically stole it?”

He stops and looks at you in horror.

"It wasn't my fault! The old lady, who by the way is a terrifyingly good business woman, put it in a bag which I'm certain was first used in the eighties! And the shop wasn't technically open and I couldn’t not put it in a bag. So I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. If I give you the money, could you give it to them please?"

“It's one bag. It barely costs anything. Just leave it."

“No! Please! I'll do whatever you want.”

"Whatever I want?” He quirks his brow at you and you feel your heart and pussy tingle.

"Within reason.”

"I'll do it,” you both set off walking again, "so long as you wear that leather skirt again on our first date.”

"Deal.” You grin, kissing his cheek and happily gliding towards the hotel.

"I've got plans for that leather skirt.”

"I know you do. You didn't say it in your head about the added feature you'd like to make, you said it out loud. I heard it all. Lucky for you, I've thought a lot about where I'd like your head.”

He drops your hands and watches open mouthed as you keep walking towards the hotel, making an extra effort to sway your hips.

“Well come on then! I thought you'd promised me a show!"

“Fucking hell." He whispers, almost in awe.

“I think they're actually being more competitive now." Soonyoung complains as he looks over his sunglasses.

“You'd think they'd be nicer to each other, ______ just nearly took him out with that inflatable ball."

They're all watching in horror as you and Seungcheol take on the inflatable assault course again in the pool.

“I don't think you'll need to worry about being the best man at the wedding Soonyoung. They'll have killed each other before then," they all wince and sit back in their seats as they see you hit the deck and land on your ass because of Seungcheol.

"Please, can we all agree that we will never play board games or computer games with them.” Mingyu jumps as you dive into the pool with a shriek, "I think they'd both cause serious bodily harm if they lost monopoly.

“Imagine Mario Kart."

“Blood bath." Woozi and Jeonghan speak in unison, shaking their heads.

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! DO THEY HAVE TO KEEP DOING THAT?! MY EYES!”

"It's ok honey, I'll tell you when it's stopped,” Mingyu's girlfriend covers his eyes as she looks fondly at you and Seungcheol in the pool.

She's never wrong about these things, she told them all that.

And from the way you're currently so lost in each other, you're more or less dry humping in the pool as you steal each other's oxygen. She's still got that winning streak.

She knew one day someone would come along who would drag Seungcheol out of his predictable rock star ways. She just thanks the universe that it's you. Someone who's come to mean so much to all of them, but everything to Seungcheol.

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