You were sitting in front of your vanity, doing the finishing touches on your makeup. You had gone for a clean look since you and your boyfriend Choi Seungcheol were just going on a road trip.
But to be honest, this wasn’t just any other day it was the first time Cheol was going to meet your older sister. She was 5 years older than you and extremely nosy (in a good way) Seungcheol had already met your parents, who absolutely loved him but he didn’t have the opportunity to meet your sister yet but it was important to you that they got along well.
“Almost done, princess?” you heard Cheol’s voice echo from the living room. “Yeah, but I can’t decide, what lipgloss I should wear” you said as you picked up your mascara. “The red one” he said as he walked in looking unbelievably attractive. Seungcheol was wearing a simple white tee with a grey jacket on top and black trousers. His hair was tousled like he had run his veiny hand through it many times. Nothing that special but damn he looked good. “You look dangerous with it on, my pretty baby” He said while he put one hand on your waist as you were putting mascara on in the mirror, your hand almost shaking because of the butterflies in your stomach. “shut up” you said with a smirk, “aren’t you nervous to meet my sister?” “a bit I guess, but I’m sure she will like me” “Cocky much?” You teased. “Well you love me” he said with a grin that you wanted to wipe off his face, but he wasn’t wrong. You do love him.
warnings: none? just tooth rotting fluff(girl dad cheol should be a warning though)
wc: 1.6k
a/n: so… this is just a very soft very cute very indulgent fic that came into existence because of this one post where someone said cheol would be the type of girl dad who would put bows in his daughter's hair. a huge huge huge thank you to my love @mellowgyu for helping me find pictures for the banner and coming up with the name (Seolah) and for reading this (your reaction gave me the confidence to post it). hope yall enjoy this little drabble!
You're sitting in front of your vanity getting ready when you hear a little squeal from the hall. Knowing who it is, you just shake your head, waiting for their dramatic entrance. You finish clipping on your earrings when you see your husband coming in holding your daughter, Seolah, in his arms as she giggles at whatever he said to her (knowing him, he probably told her she can get ice cream later). Looking at him through the mirror, you smile, amused as you watch the father and daughter so absorbed in their little plans. It never ceases to amaze you when you see how much Cheol indulges your daughter. Shaking your head, you think to yourself, no wonder she's turning into a little version of him, although maybe the being spoiled part resembles you too considering how much your husband pampers you.
Seungcheol sees you smiling at him and your daughter so beautifully that he almost melts into the floor—falling for you all over again—before he remembers he's still carrying his little bundle of joy. He knows you saw him glitch because the next second you're laughing with Seolah, who's still happy thinking about getting ice cream for dessert. God, your daughter is a replica of you and he couldn't be more grateful, he loves you both so much that he would do anything to keep you both laughing like you are right now.
"You look beautiful, my love."
He tells you, just as he always does but you know he means it every time, you can see it in his eyes. If there's one thing about Cheol—it's that his eyes always give him away. Just like now, where you can see the genuine happiness in his eyes as he admires you, good god, I love this man.
"And you look absolutely ravishing." He hears you say and gasps, covering Seolah's ears as he looks scandalised while you burst into giggles. His ears are red as he whisper-yells your name, "You cannot say that in front of her, what if she learns from you and says that to a boy? No, absolutely not."
Hearing him rant as you expected, your laughter gets louder as you relish in teasing your husband. Bless his sweet nature, he cannot bear the thought of your daughter growing up, he especially hates it when she talks to boys even though they are 3 year olds. Soon, they will be 13, he argues, then gets all emotional thinking about it.
As you watch his entire face go red, you decide to end his torment as you take you daughter from him, assuring him that you won't do that again(you certainly will). Seolah smiles at you, "Mama looks pretty."
The compliment makes you grin wider, "Thank you, baby. You look the prettiest, of course." She smiles at that before frowning and shaking her head. Confused, you tilt your head, about to ask her what's wrong when she says, "Papa is the prettiest."
You see cheol physically melt at the words, feeling warm yourself. You love that your daughter loves her father so much, it's all thanks to cheol being the best dad and of course, the best husband. You know he is, he immediately coos at Seolah thanking her before saying, "Mama will always be the prettier one, baby, but of course, like Mama said, you're the prettiest. You know why? because you look just like Mama and you're our daughter."
Not one to back down, "You have Papa's eyes too baby, that's why you're the prettiest." Your daughter smiles while you and cheol adore her when cheol feels something poke his foot. He looks down to see kkuma pawing at him as she glares at him as if to say, how dare you forget me? He panics as he immediately reaches to hold her in his arms, trying to console his sulky puppy. He looks to you for help, but you and your daughter are busy chuckling at his predicament.
"Kkuma, you know I would never forget you. I promise, I didn't." You coo as you watch him ramble to appease his eldest daughter. Deciding to help him, you look at Seolah and she understands your signal as she asks you to put her down and reaches for kkuma. Kkuma, that stubborn little puppy, loves your daughter just as much as you do, immediately giving her paw to Seolah's tiny hand(something she would never do for cheol or you). Cheol finally relaxes, smiling at the heartwarming scene in front of him.
"Shall we go?" You ask, when your daughter says no, opening her palm to show you the little bow hairpins she likes as well as kkuma's.
"Come here, baby, let me put it on for you." She moves towards you as cheol takes it upon him to put it on for kkuma when she turns her head away, not forgiving him yet. Seeing his pleading expression, you take the pin from him, putting it on kkuma as your husband clips your daughter's hair.
"God, you look so adorable baby." You hear him say as you turn around to see Seolah's hair now adorned with tiny little bows and your heart melts, she really does. Not wanting kkuma to sulk, you compliment her too, "You look cute too, baby." Kkuma wags her tail, happy as she glares at Seungcheol for not saying it.
Sighing, cheol decides he needs to appease kkuma by the end of dinner. "Alright, shall we go now?" cheol goes to pick up Seolah in his arms when she shakes her head again, this time, pointing at you and cheol. Perplexed, Seungcheol asks, "What is it baby?" You daughter points to the bow clips in your hairclip box and then back at you both. It dawns on you that she wants you to wear them too, matching with her. Chuckling, you shake your head as you reach for the clips, knowing cheol understood her too.
You pick out a few clips when you spot a big ribbon from the corner of your eye and you get an idea. You take the ribbon and turn to to your husband and he immdeiately knows you're upto something with the way your eyes sparkle with mischief, it's endearing but it also means you're going to make him do something ridiculous.
He narrows his eyes at the pink-blue ribbon in your hands, "What are you doing?" You don't answer as you reach for his hair and he understands what you plan to do. "My love, Jeonghan may have pullled it off at Caratland but I can't. Besides, we're going for dinner." You knew this would happen, so you turn to your daughter and say, "You want to see Papa in a ribbon bow, right baby?" As if on cue, Seolah nods and pouts at her father and cheol feels his will weaken immediately.
"This is not fair, you know I can't say no to her." You laugh, a menace, he thinks, although he knows, it's not like he can say no to you either. Shaking his head, "Alright fine, we can take a picture and then I'll take it off okay?"
You giggle, happy that your scheme worked, "Don't worry cheol, I wouldn't make you go out in it."
Seungcheol sits on the bed as you carefully thread through his hair, tying the ribbon into a bow just like Jeonghan had. You lean back as you admire your husband looking absolutely adorable with his hair in a ribbon. Unable to resist, you reach out to pinch his cheek as he continues to pout before he sees the delight on your face and breaks into a smile himself.
Seeing him like this, even kkuma seems to melt as she paws at him to pick her up. Your daughter just says, "Papa does look the prettiest," making cheol blush as he relishes in the feeling of being so loved by his family.
You settle beside him, taking Seolah into your lap as you open your phone's camera to click a cute family picture. Posing, you take a few, scrolling through them as you smile at how happy you all look. Turning to cheol, you take the ribbon off and smooth his hair down.
You move to take the little bow clips to put in your hair when cheol takes them from you, "Let me put them on for you." You raise your brow, amused as you just let him do what he wants to. He takes him time, slowly and carefully clipping the bows into your hair and you find his thoroughness endearing. Once he's done, he looks satisfied and proud, you look adorable, he thinks to himself.
"Okay, let's go now." Just as he says that, you look at him, "Now come on cheol, you need to match with us too." Confused, he just stares at you with his eyebrows furrowed when you bring out more of the teeny tiny bow clips, "Come here." Resigning to your whims, he just walks over to you and lets you put them on him.
When you're done, you look at your husband as if it's the first time you're seeing him, he looks so pretty it's unfair. Seolah squeals because she got what she wanted, all of you matching and kkuma just paws at cheol as if endeared by him. Seeing all three of you so happy, cheol smiles, he's happy too.
"Now, shall we go?" Laughing as you think of how many times this question was asked tonight, you reply, "Yeah, let's go my love." You walk out of the door, holding kkuma in your arms, as cheol holds your daughter and locks the door. You just know this night is going to be amazing, no, it already is.
✦ note: i told you the series would continue as soon as ‘sunstorm and eclipse’ was out (also please go read that she is my baby, and if enough of you like it I will make a prequel)
When Seungcheol was little he liked to fantasize about his other half, he liked to picture how you would look and sound. To him you were the most beautiful person in the entire world, he knew you would be, even back then when the two of you hadn’t even met yet.
And because of that it was even more devastating when he woke up on his thirteenth birthday and there was no mark. There was nothing. No feelings, no pain, no voices nor music. There were in fact no mark.
It devastated him, to a degree that he could feel his heart actively break more and more in his chest as the days went by.
He kept waiting, but nothing appeared, and little by little, the young boy started to give up on ever meeting his other half.
When he became a trainee in Pledis, he kept the info to himself, there was no need to let the strangers know that he was missing his most important part.
Until they one day sat down and shared it all, every single one of the 12 boys and men around him had offered him support, everyone certain that he did in fact have a mark, it was just hidden more than most.
He never told any of them, but he prayed that they were right.
Like Seungcheol you were just as excited for your mark, and you were equally as devastated when it didn’t appear. It was like a literal knife in your heart, one that kept twisting whenever one of your friends finally found theirs.
You still smiled of course, you had been raised to be polite and kind, but it was nothing short of bitterness that coated your tongue. Pure jealousy and heartbreak.
One day in class one of the girls had arrived with a little tattoo on her wrist, she had then marched up to one of the boys in your class, all to present him the little star, one that matched his own so perfectly. That had been a tough pill to swallow.
So instead of showing the world the frown and the tears that threatened to spill, you had instead drawn it on the back of your hand.
Seungcheol had been sitting somewhere in the Pledis building when he felt a warmth on the back of his hand, one he had never felt before. And when he had looked, a tiny little :´( had appeared.
He had jumped from the chair, heart beating out of his chest as he tried to communicate with those of his members that were close.
His voice was unable to speak, his mouth was dry and his brain was malfunctioning. So instead of actually speaking, he just stood there and shook his other hand.
It had taken Wonwoo a few seconds to decipher what it was their leader so desperately was trying to tell them. But as soon as he gave the desperate man a pen, he calmed down.
He sat there and stared at the back of his hand, wondering what to write, what to draw, and in the end he ended up with something as simple as a heart. To show that his belonged to you, and that he was there by your side.
It had taken the two of you a while to figure out that you couldn’t use words to communicate, it had to be drawings and symbols. But you had still managed to figure out that he was from Korea, which of course meant you had tried learning the language straight away.
Seungcheol would send a little drawing of a flag your way whenever he was travelling, letting you know what he was up to. When he injured his leg he had managed to draw a stick figure on his arm with a broken leg to convey the message that he was out of business.
That day was the first time you had kissed your wrist with lipstick on, and he had seen the imprint there, and had kissed it back. His heart was breaking a little, because it had been years, and the two of you were nowhere near figuring out who you were, or how you were to find one another.
And then it happened, the article came out. Now he only needed to figure out how he got you to read it.
“How do I tell her which article to read?” He said as he sat there looking more like a giant question mark than a man.
Jeonghan rolled his eyes. They had been at this for hours, and they were nowhere closer to figuring out just how to communicate the name of the article to you.
So far all they had come up with was a newspaper and a flower, but when they had tried googling themselves, nothing even slightly familiar had come up.
Seungcheol laid his cheek on the table in front of him. You had to find it now, the article was trending and twitter was collectively losing its mind. This was his chance.
Joshua stood up from the couch. “You two are so impossible to be around” he said as he took the little brush from his friend's grasp.
He drew a newspaper, a microphone, a small seventeen and a flower.
“There, it should not be that hard if she googles article, singer, seventeen and flower”
Joshua smiled at the older man before he returned to his spot on the couch. A hangout session with the three eldest was nothing new.
They loved spending time with one another, there was an understanding between those three, that the other ten didn’t always understand. And they didn’t need to.
Seungcheol nodded. “Okay. I mean, yeah. She’ll get it. Of course she will”
“Of course she will,” Jeonghan echoed.
There was excitement brewing in his chest, but also nerves, because there was still a chance that this just wouldn’t work.
“What the hell does that mean?” You said as you stretched out your arm to your best friend.
She laughed in response. “Why are you asking me? He’s your soulmate” she bit down on a dumpling, before she made a dramatic gesture of complete and utter satisfaction.
“Is that a book or a paper… Hell it might even be a magazine?” You crooked your head to the side.
“The 17 and the flower is easy enough” You pulled out your phone and typed “17 flower” into your search engine. Nothing popped up.
“Maybe it’s ‘singer’? The microphone I mean”
You pointed her way before adding it to the search, and as if you had said the magic word, there it was; an article about the group Seventeen and their soulmates.
“Holy shit” you said before you stood up from your seat. “Holy shit!” you yelled a little louder.
“Dude we’re in public” was all you got in response.
Your eyes welled with tears as you felt your hands starting to shake. You read the whole thing while you were still standing up. There was no time to sit down, no time to collect yourself, all you could do was read.
Your friend rose from her seat and came to plop you down in your chair, luckily for her it worked, because people had started to stare.
As soon as you finished the story you forwarded it to her.
“Aw, I like that, flowers… That must be such a beautiful mark!” she said.
The two of you had moved on to twitter, the home of fangirls and fandoms.
“Okay… So there’s four of them left on the market apparently”
“The man market” Your friend said as she stuffed Japchae into her mouth with a satisfied groan. You sent her a look, and all she did was smirk in return.
“So who’s left?” she asked as she leaned forward over the table, desperate to take a look at the four men available.
“There’s Joshua, Vernon, Mingyu…” you said as you scrolled through the pictures.
“Oh, wow!” Your friend said as she snatched the phone from you. “I would not mind sinking my teeth into that man”
You rolled your eyes as you scrolled to the last person on the list. “And then there’s the leader, Seungcheol”
Your cheeks heated up, and your mouth went completely dry as you looked at the man on your phone.
There was no doubt in your mind that it had to be him, none of the others made your heart beat out of your chest, nor did they make your hands clammy.
“I think…” you said as you looked at your bestie, she only reached out for your arm.
“Yeah, so do I!”
He was beautiful, tall and wide, with a smile that would make any woman forget what she was thinking.
But the beauty and the fame would definitely be an obstacle, you needed to figure out how to get to him.
First you needed to let him know that you had received his message
Seungcheol had been sitting and staring at his arm for about an hour, and nothing had happened. There had been no response from you.
It killed his spirits, and he had ended up sending the guys home, so that he could just wallow in his own self pity.
His friends had patted him on the back, and told him to keep his head held high, that he at one point would be able to crack the code.
He had dropped down on the couch hiding his face in his hands when that well known warmth spread on the back of his hand.
He was prepared for a question mark, or any other indicator that you in fact hadn’t been able to figure out who you were.
After a few minutes he had decided he might as well get it over with, sooner rather than later. He slowly sat up and looked at the back of his hand, then he shot up from the couch with a roar.
Because right there on the back of his hands were two cherries, and around it was drawn a heart. It was his symbol, which could only mean one thing, you had finally found him.
You had done your research about your man, where he liked to hang out, and where he frequented. It was a little weird, and deep down you felt a little bit like a stalker.
Yet you had no idea how else you were meant to stumble upon him. It was impossible to get a meeting with him, and to get inside of the Hybe building had proven absolutely impossible.
Nothing had worked. So instead you had just been roaming the city.
You were currently sitting in a small café not far from your airbnb, cozying up to yet another coffee in your soulmates city.
The last few days had been nothing short of amazing.
You had made it clear to him that you would be there, that you would be looking for him and you hoped that he too would be out and about, looking for you as well.
When you had sat down at the cafe you had pulled out the little pen you always carried and drawn a little coffee mug on the inside of your wrist.
Hoping that he would go out and get a cup himself, hopefully at the little shop where you had been cooped up for the last hour or so.
But he had not come. There was a little bit of disappointment in your heart, even though you knew that it would most likely take more than that for the two of you to meet.
You slowly got up from your seat, and went to thank the kind lady for a wonderful cup of coffee.
You didn’t notice the man who entered, so instead you walked straight past him and out the door.
Like most of his brothers Seungcheol had taken a few days off as soon as he had gotten the memo that you would be in town.
He visited all the places that he loved, that he knew carats knew as well, yet you were nowhere to be found.
Tomorrow was his first day back, preparing for their comeback, and he hated that he might have to return empty-handed, without a beauty on his arm.
The little coffee mark on his wrist had sent him on one last adventure, but the café he had chosen was empty, except for the woman who had walked straight past him.
Whoever the woman was she had smelled of cherries, and for some reason the smell alone reminded him of you.
Just as he was about to follow her out the door, the lady behind the counter asked him what he would want, and the thought of the cherry smelling woman was quickly out of his mind once again.
You had just exited the shop when the sky above opened and the rain started pouring.
A curse left your lips as you made a mental note to remember to pack your umbrella.
Luckily there was an awning outside the shop to keep you dry while you tried to call a taxi to take you back to your little apartment.
It did feel like kind of a waste to pay someone to drive you, when it would only take you ten minutes to walk.
But you also refused to spend the last few days of your trip being sick and therefore make it even more diffucult to meet that other half of yours.
You pulled out the pen once again and drew an umbrella with a cross over followed by a sad smiley, hoping that he would get the memo.
Seungcheol felt the warmth spread on the inside of his wrist once again, and he couldnt help but smirk at the little drawings.
He had been smart enough to check the weather forecast before he left his apartment, so as soon as he had secured his coffee he pulled his own umbrella from his jacket pocket, ready to enter the now wet world of Seoul.
Maybe he just needed to walk around and look for a woman who had forgotten her umbrella?
He smiled before quickly drawing a heart and a smiley, urging you to go on.
As Seungcheol excited the shop the familiar smell of cherries washed over him, and the woman who had just been inside of the cafe, now lingered outside.
He was just about to ask what she was waiting for, when he spotted her looking at her right wrist.
And on her skin in ink, was the exact conversation of little figurines that was mirrored on his own.
Seungcheol felt how his heart started beating, how his mouth went dry, and how he for the life of him suddenly became unable to speak.
Instead he just stood there, opening and closing his mouth again and again, hopeful that the words would come to him.
They didn’t, instead he looked down to the umbrella he had in his hand, and decided to utilize it.
The man had stopped much like you had, and had no doubt decided that staying put would be better than going out into the rain and getting wet.
You stood there and admired the little encouragement your soulmate had decided to send your way, a small smile on your lips.
Then you felt a small push, and as you looked out of the corner of your eye, you saw an umbrella.
You turned towards the man with a puzzled look.
And there he was.
His smile was awkward and nervous, and if you looked closely it was clear for anyone to see that the legendary leader of Seventeen was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
You stood there and just stared at him, as your heart was beating out of your chest and as you could feel your entire being warm up.
He was here, he had found you, umbrella in his hand and everything.
A tear fell from your eyes, and before you had the chance to even blink, the man had closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into his chest.
And there, in the warm embrace of your soulmate, you had finally found your place in the world.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you” he whispered into the crook of your neck.
You laughed a little as you pulled yourself closer to him, as close as physically possible. It led to him releasing a hum that managed to ease your anxiety straight away.
“You are a hard man to find, Seungcheol” you said with a small laugh that he quickly returned.
He pulled away from you and finally took you in, the beauty of you. You were perfect, beautiful and fierce. He couldn’t wait to get to know you better.
One of his hands snaked up around the back of your neck. It was firm, yet gentle enough that you could get away if you wanted to. He squeezed gently and saw how your eyes sparkled as you smirked at him.
"Want to get out of here?” He asked as he raised a brow, and you quickly nodded.
His arm snaked around your shoulder as he pulled you as close to his side as humanly possible.
He was never letting go of you.
Seungcheol had spend all night getting to know you, talking until the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
He had woken you up with a peck on your nose, then on your forehead, on your cheeks and in the end he just kissed you all over.
You had laughed before finally giving him one, so intimate and passionate it would end up making him late.
The leader was excited when he told security that you would need a badge for the building. He was happy when you pulled him a little closer when you got close to the practice room.
And he was proud when he finally pulled open the door to meet his members, only to be scolded by each and every one of them for being late.
He didn’t care one bit. He just stood there and smiled, until he pulled you in after him, and the room erupted into the well-known chaos that was the boys introducing the group to their soulmate
✦ as always; please comment, like, share, reblog all of that. It what's keeps me going and keeps me writing. My asks are always open for feedback or if you just wanna give me a little praise.
push up on me and sweat, darling || choi seungcheol
Pairing: Scoups x f.reader
Synopsis: you love watching your boyfriend workout and this time, you try something new.
Warnings: suggestive, kissing, fluff
wc: 915 words.
a/n: okayyy, so this is my first fic? drabble? it's just a little something i wrote when i was simping over my man. hope yall like reading it!
credits: @choco-scoups @livmarauder @mellowgyu @caratchronicles thank you my lovesss for reading it and giving me the confidence to post it.
"I'm home!!", you sing out as you close the door to your apartment but don't receive a reply. Turning around, you expect to see your boyfriend lounging on the sofa as usual, except he's not. Confused, you look at the clock and realise that you've come home early today. He must be working out in the gym room with his headphones on. Shaking your head, you decide to freshen up first.
You step out of the shower, thinking of what to have for dinner when you realise Seungcheol is still in the gym room. Smiling to yourself, you go to the room to watch him because really, you love watching your boyfriend working out. He's so strong, it always awes you how easily he can remain unmoving no matter how hard anyone tries to move him. It's been a while since you got to see him in the gym so the thought makes you all giddy.
Seungcheol senses you immediately, opening the door and standing there as you watch him in the midst of his workout routine. He looks up at you and smiles, mouthing that he'll be done soon. He wasn't expecting you to be back so early, you're already in your pajamas, he realises. You just hum in response, and he goes back to doing his pushups but he can feel your gaze on him, he smirks to himself, he knows how much you love watching him workout.
You're leaning against the door eyeing his arms, I want to bite him, god it's not fair that he looks so good, you think to yourself when an idea clicks in your mind. You refrain from giggling and walk over to him.
Seungcheol is confused why you're standing beside him but thinks nothing of it when you suddenly lie down and slip under him. It's abrupt and stuns him enough to freeze in his plank position. He's confused and it shows on his face, he doesn't understand what just happened, he's not sure what to make of this situation.
You look at his expression and smirk to yourself, proud of catching him off-guard.
"Push up on me and sweat, darling." Saying those words, you start giggling, unable to keep a straight face any longer. It's at this moment when Seungcheol realises what you're playing at and he shakes his head, chuckling.
"Sliding under me and quoting South of the border, now are we my love?" He starts smirking, two can play this game, he thinks as he decides that he wants to see you flustered in his arms. He starts doing just as you told him to, he continues his pushup reps.
It's your turn to be frozen on the ground as your boyfriend starts quite literally doing pushups on you. Your heart is racing as he comes so close to you only to move away the next second. You lay there as he continues to torment you, not sure how much longer you can take his teasing.
Seungcheol is satisfied to see you wide eyed and flushed, just as he imagined. He chuckles, finding you adorable but the sound sparks something inside you. Looking at his smug face, you're determined to play him at his own game.
The next moment, Seungcheol is stunned yet again as you suddenly peck his lips. You've managed to fluster him twice in the span of just a few minutes, he realises. He smiles, you've got him wrapped around your finger and there's nowhere he would rather be.
Seeing him smile like that with hearts in his eyes as he looks down at you, your heart melts, god he's so beautiful, he takes my breath away. You see the love in his eyes, the love he has for you and it makes you heady, it always does, you don't think you can ever get used to the fact that he loves you so much.
Since you started this game by teasing him, he's not going to let you win, and so he does something you don't expect him to. He continues through his last set of pushups and pecks you with every rep. It renders you immobile as you just lay there on the ground, feeling so fond and soft as he continues to kiss you like that.
Once he's done with the last of his workout for the day, he traps you under him with his thighs on either side of your hips. You see the moment his eyes darken with desire, and you're sure your eyes mirror the intensity of his emotions. He kisses you hard this time, not stopping until you're both out of breath.
" Cheol, I love you so much." You whisper as you try to catch your breath.
He smiles wide, "I love you more, my love, more than I ever thought I could."
As you're both smiling at each other, Seungcheol suddenly gets up and picks you up in his arms; you yelp as he carries you to your room.
"Now, did you think you could just pull that stunt and get away with it, sweetheart?"
"What if I did? What are you gonna do about it, cheollie?"
"Oh, you'll find out my love, don't worry, we have all night."
His words send a shiver down your spine as you anticipate what the night has in store, what he has in store for you. As he lays you down on your bed, you think to yourself, there's nowhere else I'd want to be.
SYNOPSIS. Choi Seungcheol has always been about structure, authority, and control𑁋loyal to his duty in a city where criminal situations become a matter of life or death. On the other hand, you’re reckless𑁋seemingly guided more by your instinct and heart than the rules you’re meant to follow. But as duty forces you both together, Seungcheol finds the protocol he’s bound to stand by begin to bend.
PAIRING. sergeant/tactical officer!choi seungcheol x rookie officer!fem!reader
GENRE. smut (minors dni 🔞), coworkers/ideological enemies to ???, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, action, police au
WARNINGS (FOR TEASER). usage of guns, idk just a lot of sexual tension HAHAH
WARNINGS (FOR FULL FIC). unrealistic portrayal of a police department, guns, violence, injuries (both cheol & reader get hurt at some point), blood, crimes being committed, workplace misogyny (reader is in a male-dominated career & men are shit), cursing, mentions of scars, discussions of trauma (cheol needs a hug), lots of bickering and arguing, kissing, making out, terms of endearment, oral (f. receiving), body worship, praise + slight degradation + dirty talk, dom!seungcheol who turns kinda switchy, riding, soft to kinda rough sex, more tbd
WORD COUNT (FOR TEASER). 1.4k
WORD COUNT (FOR FULL FIC). 15-20k maybe idk
notes: hello!! uhh it's my birthday woo and i'm celebrating it by gifting you all this teaser 💗 kudos to this fic and getting me out of my writer's burnout cuz i am having sm fun writing so far! if you are interested in being tagged when this fic comes out, feel free to send me an ask or leave a comment !!!
“Your grip has too much wrist in it.”
The words don’t fully register at first, especially when the shadow behind you steps even closer. Close enough for the temperature in the room to increase and for your pulse to flutter in your throat. Close enough you’re able to feel it more instead of hear it.
You turn your head just enough to see him. He wears his uniform like armour, as if it’s part of his skin. His shoulders are squared, one of his hands resting by his duty belt, and the nameplate at his chest gleams under the harsh lighting of the training facility. Your eyes lock for a split second, and it’s intense enough that you straighten your spine instinctively.
There’s no softness in his expression, yet no harshness as well𑁋just that same cold detachment he always wears. But it still feels as if you’re being pinned to the wall with nothing but a simple glance. His presence alone seems to demand precision, like it dares you to screw up just so he can see how you recover.
Seungcheol’s eyes flicker downward to your stance.
“Try again,” he instructs sternly.
You offer a steady nod. “Yes, sir.”
However, when you bring the gun back up and zero in on the paper target ahead, your body is tense for entirely different reasons and the gun feels heavier than usual. Nonetheless, you suppress the thoughts aside, readjust your stance, plant your feet to the floor, and attempt to pretend that the room is empty with only you and the target.
And Seungcheol, apparently.
You fire.
Just ahead, the bullet tears through the paper, hitting the centre mass, but still just the tiniest bit off. A casual person may think it’s a perfect shot, but it’s clear that Seungcheol doesn’t have the eyes like any ordinary human. And judging by the subtle shift in his posture, he doesn’t look pleased at all. He takes in everything𑁋your breathing, your stance, your barely concealed frustration.
Then he steps closer to you. You feel the warmth from him radiate onto your back.
“May I?”
The way his voice drops sends goosebumps crawling underneath your uniform and up your neck. You can’t tell if it’s from nerves or something else.
When you glance back up at him, it hits you just how damn close he is.
You swallow the lump in your throat. “Go ahead, sir.”
Seungcheol leans in even further, his chest momentarily brushing against your back. He reaches out to your shoulder, before slowly𑁋torturously𑁋dragging his fingers from your tricep to your forearm, skimming at the edges of your sleeve to guide in your elbow gently.
“Relax,” he murmurs quietly, and you swear his voice hits you like a whisper right next to your ear. “I’ll always ask before I touch you, yeah?”
The words land softly around you. His tone isn’t authoritative𑁋not entirely, at least𑁋but it carries that same precision of boundary he uses with everyone else.
For a few moments, Seungcheol doesn’t move, his hand lingering for perhaps a second longer than intended at your elbow, his fingertips softly grazing against your skin there. You hear his breath even out at your nape, before he starts adjusting your arm with the smallest hint of movement. By degrees, not inches.
“Your grip is good, but your wrist is taking in all the recoil,” he tells you, coaxing your muscles to loosen with a small tap at your forearm. “In this line of work, tension is your enemy. Don’t fight the shock𑁋absorb it instead. You can’t let the weapon have control over you.”
The palm of his other hand then lands gently on your lower back, his warmth seeping through the crevices of your uniform. Your posture stiffens from the pressure as his fingers press into the space between your shoulder blades. It’s not inappropriate or invasive, yet there’s a strange kind of intimacy in the way he aligns your body under his expectations, as if he’s done it a hundred times already.
“Your spine is stiff as a statue,” Seungcheol remarks, a sliver of amusement behind his words. “Loosen your upper body a bit.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but fail anyway. He notices. “Kind of hard to do it with a Sergeant glued to my six.”
“Then pretend I’m not here.”
“Easier said than done,” You retort back without thinking. “You march around the place like a ticking grenade.”
He huffs a breath at that. Not fully a laugh, but just barely crossing into that territory. A chuckle, maybe. Or a scoff, most likely. You think this is the first time you’ve ever heard that kind of sound leave his mouth.
Seungcheol leans in again, this time letting his palm drag from your lower back and down to the curve of your hip. His touch is as light as a feather, barely there at your waistband, pressing just enough to tilt your stance enough so that your weight is distributed to both sides of your body equally.
“Don’t lean too forward,” he instructs smoothly. “You can’t let yourself anticipate the shot. When you do, you’ll lock up, which throws off your aim in the field.”
You allow yourself to yield under his touch, starting to feel everything coming into balance now.
“Now breathe in, and let everything get quiet,” Seungcheol says.
You do as he says, and suddenly everything feels more sharper and clearer around you. Your breathing settles and your heartbeat begins to slow. Behind you, Seungcheol does the same, as if he’s manifesting the grip of the gun through your hand.
“Good. That’s it.” The simple praise heightens your encouragement, his voice low as if only you are meant to hear it. Seungcheol steps away from you now, but the heat of him still lingers around you. “Finally, squeeze the trigger, and fire.”
When the gun shoots, you immediately feel the difference.
The recoil snaps back into your wrist once again, but you’re stable enough so that your body moves with the shot instead of resisting and messing up your stance. And when you gaze ahead at the target, the bullet cuts through the middle. Dead centre mass.
A hum of approval from Seungcheol behind buzzes through your ears.
“Again.”
You fire. It hits the centre again.
“One more time.”
You squeeze the trigger and shoot one last time. The paper target jolts from the force, and you blink at the perfect hole you formed through the torso. Lowering the gun, you turn your head to look at him, already seeing him standing with his hands clasped behind him and his dark eyes shifting from the torn target and back to your face.
“Better,” Seungcheol says simply.
And damn, it’s only a singular word, yet it feels like an entire sentence from him.
You tilt your head slightly at him, your breathing regulating. “Just better?”
Seungcheol lifts a brow. “Do you want a gold star?”
“That was a lot of instruction for just one word of feedback, Sergeant.”
His eyes still refuse to leave yours. “Would you rather I say nothing at all?”
You shake your head while unloading the empty magazine and placing the gun at the ledge for the next officer in rotation to use. Seungcheol is still watching you closely, his gaze following your movements. Not in a judgmental manner, but moreso… curious.
“Coming from you, sir,” You begin coyly with a shrug. “A little more praise wouldn’t hurt.”
That’s what seems to get him𑁋almost gets him. You catch the way his jaw tics, the way his facade crumbles just slightly under your words, how the corners of his lips twitch up like he’s trying to hold back a smile of his own. You don’t exactly mean to tease, but for some reason the thought of pushing his buttons just a little sends a thrill of amusement underneath your skin that you don’t entirely hate.
“Mouthy little thing,” Seungcheol grumbles underneath his breath, his own head shaking like he can’t believe he’s having this conversation right now. Or if he can’t decide whether you’re fearless or stupid.
You both don’t realise how long you’ve been holding eye contact until the last officer in your rotation fires their last bullet and unloads the gun. You step aside for the next officer to take your place, slipping your headphones off your ears and letting it rest on your shoulders. Seungcheol clears his throat right beside you.
“You’re dismissed,” he says finally. “Good work, officer.”
Before you can respond, Seungcheol is already walking away from you. Even after whatever the hell you both just shared, he still moves like a man with control woven into every cell in his body.
Still, you managed to get another two words of praise out of him, and that in itself feels more than just a victory.
genre/warnings/wc. comfort, fem!reader. morning newlyweds fluff ft. sleepy pouty cheol. he just loves His Wife™ idk. unbeta’d, mistakes my own. 0.7k.
note. for anon, in response to seungcheol + filling spice jars as your wife, by kai coggin. thank you so much for waiting!! part of my 100 followers event!
Seungcheol wakes to gold flashing at the edge of his vision. Blinking his eyes open, he winces slightly before focusing on the source: his ring catching the sunlight streaming through the window. Despite his mind still holding on to the last of his slumber, he can’t help the dopey smile that pulls at his face.
There is the faint sound of something sizzling; a delicious smell wafts in from the bedroom door, left ajar. His heart feels fit to float.
The house is still bare; boxes of both your stuff and the yet-to-be-assembled furniture render the floor a mini-labyrinth to walk through, regardless of the room. Judging by the sound of your cooking, you must have fished out the pans and knives from somewhere, too.
As he shuffles down the hallway, Kkuma yips in greeting. He scoops her up semi-consciously, nuzzling in her fur as he coos. The sizzling slowly grows louder, until he’s greeted by a dream.
You turn briefly to glance at him, clad in his shirt and the bright red fluffy slippers you had snagged from the thrift store. The smile on his face must be utterly besotted, but Seungcheol doesn’t care. He keeps shuffling forward, dodging the boxes on the ground until he can wrap his arms around your waist and bury his nose into the crook of your neck. Seungcheol peeks at your hand, where the matching gold band glints as you coax the spatula under the sunnyside-up eggs.
The moment the hot pan leaves your grip, he pulls you firmly against him.
“Morning, wife,” he murmurs, then giggles into your skin.
Without looking up, he feels your hand come up to rake through his hair. The metal of your ring contrasts with the warmth of your fingers, and he shudders, ever so slightly. He feels your shoulders shake gently.
“Morning, husband,” you coo, and he doesn’t muffle the giddy laugh this time, encasing your hand with his own and relishing in the subtle clink of your rings.
“Can’t believe you cooked breakfast,” he mutters, still holding onto you as you carry the two bowls—both with just rice, kimchi, and eggs—not to the nonexistent dining table, but on the shorter coffee table you had elected to try assembling last night. There were already two pairs of chopsticks on the table.
“Grab the sesame oil and gochujang, won’t you?” You reply instead, pinching his side and laughing as he yelps and jerks away. Pouting slightly, Seungcheol obeys, and rummages through the boxes until he finds them. He pulls open the sesame oil seal, and peels away the foil of the gochujang, too.
Instead of across you, Seungcheol bumps you away from the center of the table, ignoring your complaints to press himself against your side as you eat. Eventually, you give up, and he nudges your knee in teasing gratitude.
Over bites of creamy yolk, crispy egg white, and crunchy kimchi, you tell him, “Let’s work on the kitchen today.”
“Okay. Is it just the shelf rack and the cabinet?”
“And the slip-in shelves over the stove. If we finish before lunch we can go grocery shopping again and cook something.”
“Can we have pork cutlet?”
You wrinkle your nose. “As long as you keep your wedding promise and do the dishes.”
“Deal.”
Later, predictably, you both get sidetracked from finishing the assembly to make out against the cabinet, and you change plans to order lunch, then finish up the kitchen and swap out the absurdly dim lights so you could eat dinner properly. You coach him through sorting the spices and seasonings and their storage in the kitchen, pointing which ones he should use to fill the jars and dispensers for the slip-in shelves.
His fingers are dusted with chili and herbs and curry powder. His work is now neatly lined above the shelf, labeled with your careful hand. Tomorrow, there will be more warm meals. And dishes to wash. A wife to love.
Seungcheol steals a glance at you from where you’re sitting on the couch and turning your hand—none the wiser to his staring—to let your ring catch the light. Already waiting for him. Already all the way in his heart. He prays for every life to be like this again: the rooms of his heart wide open for you to enter, love as little forevers, infinite as the fine powder of your spices. To keep a life where his soul sings the melody of having you as his wife.
As though in reply, even the last few bits of dust floating in the air seem to turn into gold, too.
note. cheol's will you cook for me? bit got me giggling and kicking my feet im sorry feminism which is also feminism. er, long time no see? (kind) feedback is fuel <3
— synopsis: choi seungcheol is smart - he is, he's gone through all of life's curveballs with his head held high and his girlfriend by his side. however, when six of the major curveballs just so happen to be the bar exam, he's not sure he can win.
– genre: established relationship au/lawyer au ; angst, fluff, semi-smutty/interrupted (for the teaser).
— pairing: paralegal!choi seungcheol x law student!fem!reader
– word count: 3.6k || full fic: 45k~
— rating: 18+. minors do not interact.
– warnings: swearing, mentions of eating/food, mentions of alcohol/throwing up ; cheol has a lot of bad habits ; drifting relationship. failed attempt at car sex (losers): kissing, heavy petting, a touch of nipple play.
— what to listen to: this hell - rina sawayama ; sara sara - seventeen ; talking body - tove lo.
– author's note: a year later...but we're getting the ball rolling with this no matter what. i want to offer a sincere apology to everyone who has been waiting for this from the start, and i can promise that this fic will be posted by the end of the year. i will be making an announcement regarding the unpublished fics at a later date, but if you are reading this, feel free to reach out (KINDLY) to the authors you are waiting on! without further ado, i bring a peace offering. thank you.
AUGUST – FRIDAY, 12:47 PM.
During your time as a final-year law student, you found yourself working under Kim Mingyu.
He was someone you had befriended back in undergraduate, and fate brought your friendship back when your internship system assigned you to his office. Funnily enough, it was the same office Seungcheol was at – two floors down. The company had downsized incredibly and even moved buildings into the middle of the city, so everyone was a new face except those you went to school with.
You and Mingyu got along well, often sharing lunch together in his office and talking about your respective significant others (or rather: your boyfriend, Seungcheol…and his passenger princess-roommate hybrid, Jeon Wonwoo.) Both he and Wonwoo were invited to your graduation, along with most of your other mutual friends – but you were under Mingyu for your practical training until May of next year…
If you passed your bar exam.
You and Seungcheol had just taken two weeks ago. You studied for hours together, and apart, and even roped your daughter into playing flashcard games. You stayed up all hours of the night, even the night of your graduation – to ensure the information was cemented in your brains.
The two of you sat in front of your testing site for an hour before the doors opened and ate breakfast in silence. You shared an Americano and split a thickly packed breakfast bagel – only for you to get out of the car with fifteen minutes to spare so you could walk the stress out of your stomach and wouldn't throw it all up.
Seungcheol was…somewhere else. His comfort was warm as ever, but his eyes held something deeper than worry as he pressed soft kisses to your hairline. He made you drink water and shoved some peppermints into the pocket of your sweatshirt, smoothing your hair before wishing you good luck. He had to physically turn you around to enter your testing room, and even then – you turned back around to give him a quick kiss before he had to leave.
And the same thing happened the next day – but you actually threw up that time. Seungcheol brought mouthwash with him in case you did, so it wasn't anything insane; but you hated the feeling of uncertainty in your stomach. You'd never felt this way about anything – much less some test that you'd been studying for, for years at that point.
Unfortunately, there was only one thing that truly derailed your concentration: you could feel the rift of isolation start to snake its way into your relationship with Seungcheol. He was distant during Dasom’s birthday, and it bled into your graduation, but he did his best to be present. He smiled for photos, he helped plan...but he wasn’t fully there. Things truly cemented for you when he went as far as saying he didn't want to celebrate his birthday when you talked about it in June – what an odd thing for a Leo to do, an odd thing for Seungcheol to do. You understood that he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you couldn't lie to yourself: you were starting to let your stomach churn with a feeling of impending doom.
The anxiety of it all gnaws at your heels.
Mingyu talks about it casually – how difficult it was and how hard he cried after taking it. He had encouraged you to take it at your own pace, that he knew you'd ace it. He'd gotten a near perfect score, just two points shy of it. He took the win, got piss drunk and had an entire cake to himself the night he got his results.
"It was a wonderful celebration, alone in my apartment. Anyway, you're an exceptional addition to my team, and I genuinely do not believe anyone else on that internship roster could do half the things you can in an hour."
"Aw, Gyu. You're just saying that."
"Let God strike me down if I am."
Conversations with Mingyu were easy and simple. He was always eager to answer your questions, and he had no issue finding more things for you to do if you ran out of work – but often suggested you take a walk around the firm to clear your head, get a breath of fresh air…
Go downstairs to see Seungcheol, if you please.
And said walks did exactly that: led you straight to Seungcheol's cubicle on the fifth floor, where you'd make up some excuse about Mingyu needing a third opinion on something to get him alone. Some of his coworkers were those same mutual friends of yours – Jeonghan was also one of your best friends, as were Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Minghao and Hansol. Junhui had become a friend of yours, as he was also under Mingyu – but aside from that?
No one knew you and Seungcheol were together, and you planned to keep it that way. There was a singular picture of Dasom on his desk, the only hint he even had family.
However, today was a day where Mingyu just didn't want to find any more work for you to do, so he sent you home. You made the trip up to the parking garage, hiding your belongings in your trunk and making your way back down to the fifth floor.
Listen, there's just something about Seungcheol in a suit, okay?
Something about your boyfriend in a fitted suit…with that watch he wears…with that serious look settled in his brows before you manage to tousle his hair with your fingers the moment you get him in your grasp.
…Which hadn't happened in the last five months.
Five long, excruciating months of you and your boyfriend waking up early and coming home late. Five months of lazy kissing in the shower, just letting the hot water pelt the two of you. Five months of bringing work home with you, and any little free time being split between studying for the bar and spending time with your daughter. Five months: no dates, no intimacy, nothing. Neither of you could even get through dinner without one of you falling asleep at the table – if you even shared dinner; you found yourself sitting across from your daughter most nights, her tired eyes making you feel guilty before you picked up half eaten plates and sent her off to bed.
Five months of Seungcheol coming home late, later than you. You hadn't really realized until you started at the firm, that everyone pulled him in every direction and he complied – when he could say no.
He just didn't know how to.
"Choi." You said, your lips pressed into a thin line as you hovered over the entrance of his cubicle. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chest slightly pushed out as you garnered his attention. He glanced up from his computer, a soft pout on his lips as he clicked his pen.
"Don't like how you said that. Do you need me?"
“Yes."
Your eyes prove the double entendre behind your response, the soft glint in your gaze something Seungcheol was all too used to. He bites back a sheepish smile as he allows his eyes to rake down your body, taking in the tight fit of your slacks. You reach into his cubicle, quietly taking his keys off the hook on the panel before raising your brows.
Seungcheol feigns an annoyed sigh, locking his computer before getting up and following behind you. No one suspected anything – even when you caught Soonyoung's eye and shot him a quick wink. He just looked away quickly, cheeks flushing beet red.
You led Seungcheol into the elevator, clicking your tongue as the doors shut. He stands slightly behind you, a few inches separating you from each other as you clear your throat, pressing the button for the parking garage. You hardly glance over your shoulder as you speak.
"When is your lunch?"
"Now, it seems."
You shook your head, biting back your smile as you felt him shift closer. You could feel the heat of his eyes running over you as you shifted your weight from foot to foot. You'd been out of the house later than him that morning, and he didn't get a chance to lure you back into the bedroom with the excuse that he just wanted a kiss – which never meant just a kiss. Not with Seungcheol, anyway.
Not for the last five months, either.
"Nice pants."
"Thanks, I'm wearing those panties you like."
"You're going to get us in trouble someday, you know." His hands slide around your waist, and you feel a laugh bubble in your throat as he pinches your sides. He smiles against your neck, teeth nipping softly at the skin before he steps back, the elevator doors opening to reveal a gaggle of paralegals that worked on your floor with Mingyu. He quickly takes his keys from your hand, tucking them into his pocket as they greet you quietly.
You both greet them with a curt nod, before your eyes catch those of one that always tried to flirt with Seungcheol. You weren't one to have fits of jealousy, much less at work – but you knew Seungcheol wasn't willing to take any chances as he scooted slightly closer to you, earning a narrowed glance from her.
The elevator continued its way up, a few more stops earning traffic but you and Seungcheol never got off. Whether or not your distant coworkers noticed how his eyes never left you, or how your hands instinctively reached back for him when the elevator jostled was really none of your business – or theirs, for that matter.
The last of your coworkers got off on the fifteenth floor, leaving you and Seungcheol to reach the parking garage alone. One of the paralegals gave you a quizzical look, one that you vividly remember attempting to make a move on you on your first day at the firm – Daewon, you think his name was.
"Have a good day." Potentially Daewon said, and you both gave him a soft nod, but you felt Seungcheol's arm snake around your waist as the elevator closed. You made no effort to move out of his hold, only glancing over your shoulder to see your boyfriend raising a brow – before Potentially Daewon finally uprooted from the floor and moved on.
"Isn't he the one who tried to get in your pants when you got here?"
"You would remember that, huh?"
"I know we agreed on keeping our relationship private, but I don't like the way he looks at you."
"You don't like the way anyone looks at me, Cheol. But trust me, I don't think he's going to try again. Especially not with the way you're all over me right now." You roll your eyes, tugging at his suit jacket sleeve. The elevator jolts once more, moving up to the parking garage. "You parked in the corner, right?"
"Yep."
Neither of you say more as Seungcheol takes your hand in his, braving the disgusting humidity of the late summer season with a frown. He huffs as you make it to his car in the shaded corner of the parking garage, only slightly cooler as he fumbles with the keys in his pocket and unlocks the car.
"Front or backseat?"
You're already tugging off your own jacket as you ask this, his eyes trailing the buttons threatening to pop off your top when you pinch his arm lightly. He scowls, swatting your hand away as he opens the backseat door and helps you inside, climbing in after you. He reaches into the front seat, shoving the keys into the ignition to turn the air on when he feels your lips against his skin.
"Babe, give me a second."
"Want you now, Cheol."
He rolls his eyes, feeling you pull his jacket down his shoulders as he sits back, pulling you into his lap. Your lips are pouty as he runs his hands up and down your thighs, dodging your attempts to kiss him until you groan. He smiles up at you, untucking your shirt from your slacks as he hums quietly.
"Going home early?"
"Yes. Can I kiss you now or what?"
He laughs to himself as he presses his lips to yours, feeling your body sag in relief as you cup his face gently. His fingers make quick work of the zipper on your pants, his hands barely breaching the hem of your shirt as your tongue slips into his mouth. Sliding his hands all over you was his favorite thing to do, feeling the warmth of your skin against his being one of his only comforts – when a knock on the window is heard, making you jolt and hit your head on the roof of his car, biting his lip in the process.
"Fuck!" Your palm quickly rubs the top of your head, Seungcheol's tongue swiping over his lip with a wince when you hear another knock on the window. He immediately covers you with his suit jacket, looking up to see a rather unamused Jung Jisoo.
Someone you'd had a rather unimportant scuffle with when you began interning under Mingyu – she was one of the only people in the building that did not like you. The reason behind it was beyond you, but you had no doubt it had to do with the fact that you worked closely with both her ex-boyfriend (Mingyu) and her current partner (Wen Junhui.)
Not that anyone knew she was dating Junhui, anyway, because according to your contract…there is no fraternization allowed within the firm.
Don't shit where you eat, they say.
"Seriously?" Seungcheol mutters as he rolls the tinted window down an inch, making the younger woman glare at him through the slit. "What is it, Jisoo?"
"Don't give me that look, Choi Seungcheol. You're the one who forgot about the meeting with Wonwoo and his client. Your paperwork is missing, and I cannot believe I've been tasked with hunting you down when you should be in your cubicle."
"First of all, don't call me that. Second of all, Jisoo, all my paperwork is filed, and I turned it into Wonwoo personally. If Wonwoo needs something, or if he needs me, he's got my number. I don't need a babysitter." Seungcheol reminds her, and you can feel your cheeks warming as Jisoo's eyes flit to you. Widening, they flicker between you and Seungcheol, her glossed lips dropping open slightly as she gasps.
"Are you guys–"
"I'll see you downstairs, Jisoo. Now, if you'll excuse me…it's my lunch hour." He scoffs, rolling the window up. She huffs, stomping away petulantly as Seungcheol throws his jacket to the side. "She's like the mother I never asked for."
Your face is still hot as your boyfriend's hands continue wandering around your body, clearing your throat as you run a hand through your hair. "Cheol–"
"Don't worry about her. We don't have a lot of time." His lips are soft against your neck, and you feel his fingers popping the buttons of your blouse as you sigh. "C'mon, pretty girl. Show me what's under this."
He tugs at your shirt, and you feel your skin grow even hotter as he undoes the last button of your shirt, his teeth nipping at the skin of your chest. You feel his teeth catch on the small S pendant hanging from your necklace, tugging it slightly to catch your attention. You feel an odd shyness take over as you look down at him, a dark look swirling in the back of his eyes as you scoff.
"Stop looking at me like you're about to eat me."
"That's the plan here, honey."
You huff, feeling embarrassed as he pushes the shirt down your shoulders. His lips were featherlight against your skin as his hand trailed up your back, tugging at the clasp of your bra. "Can I take this off?"
You nodded, leaning down to capture his lips in yours as he undid it with ease. He pulled it off, tossing it to the side as he kissed you back eagerly, his thumbs gently rolling over your nipples. You felt an embarrassing whine rip through you as you pushed your chest into his hands, your hands moving to fumble with the knot of his tie as he slipped his tongue into your mouth…
…For yet another knock to interrupt you, your boyfriend closing his eyes and leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. You tongue your cheek as you climb off his lap, grabbing your bra off the passenger seat headrest. He covers you with his jacket again, your face sour as you hear him roll down the window half an inch.
"What, Soonyoung?"
"Sorry to interrupt, but Wonwoo just took on a new client and he needs you."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Cheol, be nice." You roll your eyes, not bothering to cover yourself properly as you fumble with your bra. You feel the heat of someone's gaze on you, and don't even glance up before you speak. "Soonyoung, stop looking at my boobs."
"In my defense, they looked at me first."
You hear Seungcheol click his tongue, his arm suddenly appearing over your chest as he speaks. Peering over your shoulder, you see a red-faced Soonyoung rocking on his heels – his eyes downcast.
"Tell them I'll be down in ten minutes."
He doesn't respond, only giving Seungcheol a curt nod and practically booking it out of the parking garage. You shake your head, pulling the straps of your bra over your shoulders and reaching for your shirt on the floor.
"Baby, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Really."
You know he doesn't buy it as you feel his lips on your shoulder, running your tongue over your teeth as he trails up your neck. His fingers are warm on the skin of your belly, pulling your back into his chest as he mumbles against your skin.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Cue the false promise that has been floating off his tongue for the last five months.
You want to believe him, but you just shake your blouse off and pull away from him. He sighs, and you can still feel his warmth against your body as he grabs his suit jacket from under you. He tugs it on as you silently button up your shirt.
"I'm going to pick Dasom up early. It's nice for a Friday and she's been talking about this Lego set we saw a few weeks ago, might spin by the mall and get it for her. You need a new face wash, right?" You don't look at him as you speak, haphazardly tucking your shirt into your pants as he toys with the door lock.
"I miss you." He murmurs, making you pause to look over your shoulder. He can't meet your eyes, nervously nibbling on his lip. You feel your back tense as you shrug, buttoning your slacks and pulling the zipper up with a sigh.
"I'll see you at home, okay? Don't work too hard." You rub your hands over your face in frustration as you grab your jacket, reaching into the driver's seat to turn the car off. You yank the keys out of the ignition, holding them out to him. He takes them silently, and the air no longer feels thick with want, but with…longing, of a different kind.
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, his eyes scanning your face before he presses his lips into a thin line. He opens the door without a word, sliding out and holding his hand out to help you out. You take it gingerly, not saying anything as he interlaces your fingers and pulls you close as he closes the door behind you. Your other hand instinctively snakes around his waist, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.
"Don't stay late, please." You whisper, and you can practically feel the guilt radiating off your boyfriend as he lets go of your hand, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"I'll try not to. Should I pick up dinner?" He's speaking against your skin as your arms loop around his waist.
"I'll call, who knows what Dasom is going to want." You run your hands up and down his back, "Please, Cheol. Don’t stay longer than you have to."
"I know, baby. I know." He sighs, pulling away to give you a chaste kiss. One, two…three. "I love you, okay? I'll see you tonight."
"No later than five-thirty, Seungcheol." You point your finger at him, a stern look on your face that makes him smile. "I mean it! I'll make you sleep on the couch."
He only nods, pressing another kiss to your lips, before mumbling against them.
"I promise, I'll make it up to you. I'll even ask my mom if she wants to take Dasom for the weekend."
You try not to roll your eyes as he slides his hands to your waist, his fingers squeezing your sides lightly. "You said ten minutes, it's been nine."
"I don't care." He grumbles against your cheek, and you snicker as you pat your hand over the back pocket of his slacks before giving a slight squeeze. "Don't do that!"
"Then get moving, babe. I'll see you, okay? I love you."
And it's hard to pull yourself out of his embrace. It's extremely difficult to pull away when his lip is jutted out in a pout, insisting he walk you to your car. It's hard to say no to him, even when you spin him around and push him towards the elevator gently.
It's hard to say no when he asks to at least watch you walk to the car, and you reluctantly allow it as he whistles at you like an idiot. It's hard not to feel your cheeks hot at anything Seungcheol does, when he still acts like every time is the first time.
Even if there hasn't been any time in the last five months.
