Oneus Reaction â§ You shutting them up with a kiss
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â§ genre: fluff, reaction
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Seoho:Â
you can see somethingâs bothering him when you meet him that day
he tries his best not to show it and to pretend heâs alright (which he isnât very good at dhhdhd)
and he notices that youâre about to call him out on it, so he begins to ramble about some random topicÂ
so you just sit there, a little caught off guard, but you watch him awkwardly trying to distract you from his bad mood for a few minutes
until you decide itâs enough, and you lean in to give him a kiss
heâs rendered speechless and frozen up as he tries to process what just happened
so you simply kiss him again and as he puts his hand on your waist to pull you closer, kissing you back, he seems to accept that this is simply what youâre doing now
after a while, you part, and you take his hands into yours
âNow tell me whatâs up with you.â
finally, he gathers the courage to tell you honestly about whatâs bothering him
Leedo:Â
you were trying to prepare dinner for him to surprise him with after a long day of workÂ
the emphasis here is on trying
because you somehow manage to completely fuck up the dish to the point it neither looks anything like what itâs supposed to, nor very edible
your boyfriend comes home to a mess of a kitchen and you in a panic, because there wasnât enough time left to try again
instead of at least thanking you for your efforts, he immediately begins to scold you in that way where he does his best to keep his voice soft but you can unmistakably tell that heâs pissed off
and itâs not like you wouldnât appreciate him telling you what you did wrong and what to watch out for the next time you try cooking this dish, but at that very moment you just really donât want to hear it
so you kiss him to make him shut up
heâs obviously confused now and he immediately goes over to complaining about how you canât just do that
however, when you keep kissing him he will give in and relax eventually, and you can convince him to simply order takeout food tonight
Keonhee:Â
you and your boyfriend had been planning a weekend trip for months
however, when the time of the trip finally comes, he has to realize that he got sick
itâs only a cold, but you decide that it would be smarter to postpone the trip in case his condition gets worse
now obviously heâs frustrated because of that
so he keeps apologizing to you for getting sick and for not being more careful etc etc
like, he feels so sorry that you start feeling sorry too djhdjdx
he rambles on and on about how he really wanted to enjoy this weekend with you, how he wanted to go get good food with you and have a lot of fun and so on
not being able to watch him in this pitiful state anymore, you simply press a kiss onto his lips
he shuts up immediately, and just kisses you back
you tell him that itâs okay and that he shouldnât beat himself up over it in between kisses, even though youâre sure he already got your message without you having to spell it out for him
and then eventually you just make out until youâre both feeling better
the trip gets postponed by a few weeks, and when you can finally go on your well deserved holiday, he makes sure to make it unforgettable for you
Hwanwoong:
youâre both at his place, currently taking a break from playing a game together and so youâre just lounging on the couch while eating snacks
heâs still talking about the game you just played
thatâs when a glance at your boyfriendâs lips moving as he speaks sparks the desire to kiss him
you just want to know what happens and maybe you shouldnât have been so curious about it
because now that your kiss has interrupted his rambles, heâs turning it into a challenge
he quickly presses a short kiss on your mouth, grinning at you playfully when he pulls back
youâre surprised by his reaction, but you donât dislike this game heâs starting, so you reach out for his collar and pull him into the next kiss
you give each other playful kisses back and forth, until youâre both giggling messes, foreheads pressed together
âWhat was that even just now?â you wonder out loud, and Hwanwoong gives you another dramatic smooch
âI dunno. You started it?â
you go back to gaming after that, but now youâre sitting closer beside each other, to the point your upper arms touch (and you can always softly elbow the other in the side to make playing the game properly more difficult for each other lol)
youâve known somethingâs up with him ever since you first saw him that day, but now that youâre all seated, he finally begins to talk
heâs a bit hesitant to complain, but what you get from his rambles is that his brother did something to annoy him, but says Dongju is the annoying one instead
your boyfriend is clearly upset, and usually you can somewhat reason with him, but today he just wonât calm down
even when you try to explain to him that the situation is probably resolved easily if they talk about it again, he wants to hear none of it
however, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with a sulky boyfriend, you figure you should try something else to cheer him up
and so, when he keeps ranting about how unfair he thinks this all is, you get an idea
you lean across the table and you press a feathery light kiss onto his lips, immediately shutting him up
heâs blushing and heâs clearly embarrassed now
struggling to find his words, he eventually just gives up on agonizing over the fight with his brother
instead, he now keeps urging you on to go home sooner during the entire date (you know he just wants more kisses from you in the comfort of his own home)
It belongs in a cartoon, the way Seoho jumps a foot and turns to face you with wide eyes.
âNothing,â he says.
His hands are cupped together in front of him, still dripping from being under the kitchen faucet. You tsk and enter the kitchen, pulling a hand towel from a nearby drawer and moving towards him. He quickly draws his hands back to rest against his torso when you get within a foot of him, hands still cupped.
You raise an eyebrow, crouching to mop at the little puddle heâs created.
âNothing, huh?â
The way his cheeks and ears pinken is adorable. His jaw works minutely, biting the inside of his lower lip.
âUh-huh.â
You straighten up again and fold your arms, tilting your head to try and glimpse between his cupped fingers. âIs it something Iâm going to be disappointed is in my kitchen?â
He immediately starts closing the gaps of his fingers, shrinking back against the sink. âDisappointed? Not upset?â
âIâm never upset with you, bestie,â you say, feigning shock at the mere thought. âOnly disappointed.â
He pouts, and maybe it takes a conscious effort not to stare at the pretty shape of his lips. Not that youâll admit it.
âYouâre only ever disappointed with me? Never pleased or happy orâŠ.anything else?â
Maybe you want to take that as something more. But what if youâre wrong? You deflect, grinning at him. âYour distractions wonât work on me. Câmon. Show me the thing.â
He swallows, then shakes his head rapidly.
You make a face at him. âSeoho.â
He shakes his head again.
You raise your eyebrows. Well. Time to play a little dirty.
You take another step closer to him and enter his space. You audibly hear his breath pause when you lean in close, setting the damp towel on the counter next to him.
âYou sure?â You ask quietly, ignoring your own pounding heart. Focus.
Seohoâs next breath sounds shaky. âMhm.â
A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You lean in a little closer, indulging yourself momentarily and staring at his mouth as you fumble behind him to turn off the faucet.
âVery sure?â You ask.
When you drag your gaze away from his lips, you realize heâs staring at yours. A rush of warmth shoots through you. No. Focus.
He doesnât answer, too distracted. Nowâs your chance. Gently, still looking at his face, you take his hands in yours, prying them open carefully. He offers no resistance, and you glance down inside them.
âOh my god,â you yelp. âIs that a frog?â
Immediately Seoho jumps back into action, yanking his hands from yours and cupping them shut again. âNo.â
âIt is,â you say, laughing disbelievingly. âYou brought a frog into my kitchen.â
âHe was outside in the grass,â Seoho says, voice insistent. âAnd he was covered in grass clippings and there was some in his eyes and I felt bad and wanted to clean him upââ
âItâs a frog!â You laugh, incredulous. âThey live in nature, they get dirty, thatâs just how it goes.â
âBut it was in his eyes,â Seoho protests, looking at you imploringly. âI was just gonna rinse him off and send him back out againââ
âAnd you couldnât have done this with the hose why?â
Seoho looks indignant, pouting. âLook at him. Heâs just a little guy. He needs something gentler.â
Youâre staring at his hands, shaking your head. âMy kitchen sink?â
âOnly for a minute,â he pleads. âIt just looked painful, he kept blinking and the grass kept staying stuck in his eye and he looked so sad, you should have seen his little face, his eyes wereâŠâ
He keeps making his case, but you lose the thread, gazing at him. Sweet, stupid boy. The worst in the whole world. Caring about garden frogs. What if this is my final straw?
As it happens, it is. Before you can process what youâre doing, youâve grabbed a fistful of his collar and guided him close, planting your lips on his.
Itâs a wonderful, wonderful half a second. And then Seoho squawks in surprise and youâre pulled back into reality.
He leans back, blinking, eyes wide on you. âWhat? IâŠ.what?â
Your insides are swirling into a chaotic tornado of dismay. What were you thinking? âIâŠ.sorry. You were, um. Saying? About the frog?â
Seoho does not continue about the frog. He continues blinking at you, gaze trailing down to your mouth. You shift from one foot to another, uneasy.
âSeohoâŠ?â
He leans in and kisses you again. Itâs gentle, sincere, and suddenly you wonder how in the world youâve gone this long without doing this. You kiss him back, unfurling your fingers from his collar and resting your hands on his shoulders. He settles his hands on the back of your arms, guiding you closer, kissing you in a way that makes you wonder if heâs thought about this, too.
You break apart to breathe, staying nose to nose.
âSeoho,â you murmur.
He hums quietly, resting his forehead on yours.
âWhereâs the frog?â You ask quietly.
Heâs staring at your mouth again. âHm?â
âThe frog. Where is it.â
He blinks, then stiffens, realizing where his hands are.
âUm.â
âIs there a frog loose in my kitchen?!â
He leans back, staring all around your feet and behind you with increasing urgency. Guiding you back and forth by his grip on your arms, checking around you. âIâŠ.maybe?â
Unbelievable. You start searching around your feet, as well.
âIâll make you a deal. If you find him first, Iâll kiss you again.â
He turns to look at you so quickly you worry heâll crick his neck. âWhat if you find him first, instead?â
You shrug, smiling hopefully. âYouâll kiss me?â
He stares at you, bewildered.
âThatâsâŠ.the same thing.â
You grin. âThen weâd better find him, yeah?â
it's not really a question. he knows you do. there's a soft edge to his tone that indicates he's just trying to drag you down memory lane with him.
you let him.
"which one? the first one or the actual first one?"
seoho laughs, flopping onto his side so he can look at you properly, one hand propped under his cheek. you close your book, dropping it next to the bed before turning to meet his gaze.
there's a twinkle in his eye. "the first one."
"hard to forget," you muse, "i ignored the number one rule society drills into our heads as a kidânever go with strangers."
this makes seoho laugh again. "yeah, we're definitely lying to our kids about how we met."
you agree. there's no way you're telling a child that seoho, a complete stranger, slid into your booth while you're actual date was in the bathroom, stole one of your fries, proceeded to tell you you looked bored as fuck, and offered you a way out. not a chance in hell that you're telling them that he was rightâthat you were infinitely grateful for the opportunity to ditch, left your date with the bill, and ended up having the night of your life.
"we can tell them about the incredibly romantic half jog we did to escape unnoticed and how we somehow found a place that served the worst pizza this town has ever known, though."
"or about how you ruined my favourite jeans by not telling me i was about to sit on a bench with a "fresh paint" sign on it," you say, scooting a little closer under the covers to purposefully pinch his arm.
he reaches out, catching your hand. seoho's fingers sink into the empty space between yours with habitual ease, and he gently presses his lips to your knuckles. "i gave you something to remember me by, for free!" he quips, smiling, causing you to knock your hands into his chin in defiance.
"you couldn't have gotten me a corny keyring or something, like a normal human being?" you bite back, no malice in your words whatsoever.
"now where's the fun in that?"
you hook your ankle behind his thigh, pulling him in closer. "you're lucky i'm a very forgiving person. and a sucker for plushies."
kissing seoho is one of your favourite things to do. his lips are so soft, molding perfectly with yours, like they were made to kiss you and only you. his mouth is warm, igniting a spark in your chest that pushes fire through your veins with ease.
with one swift motion he's hovering over you, hand now resting on your thigh that's pressing into his hip. lips ghosting over yours, you can feel his smile before he speaks again, "i knew all those years losing money at the claw machines would pay off some day."
âł In which you accidentally zone out after a tiring day, and the cute stranger beside you on the metro thinks that you are staring at him.
âł Characters: Seoho x reader/you
âł Genre: fluff, romance, slice of life
âł Words:Â 3.2k
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Itâs been a long day⊠Not to quote that famous song because that would be way too sad given your actual circumstances, but it had actually been a long day. Starting your first job after graduating from uni, having to pay extra attention to every new task and detail and order, trying to fit in during lunch breaks, and wanting to figure it out if this is actually something you would want to do for a living⊠Well, that was a long list to fulfill each and every day, and the new environment and the pressure to do well from the start did wear you out.
No wonder you were feeling tired after leaving the office and heading towards the metro station, wanting nothing more than to indulge yourself in your favourite weekday drama and a bowl of warm soup. Or hot tea. Or anything warm because the late fall weather wasnât kind to you, and if it hadnât been enough that your hair had looked like a mess because of the extremely windy weather by the time you had gotten to work, it had been raining all day, raindrops dotting the windows ever so frequently like patches on a canvas, covering the sky in gloomy grey.
All of these combined made your early morning enthusiasm evaporate, and now you were more than thankful that you could hop down on an empty seat on the metro, mindlessly zoning out and letting your wandering thoughts circulate around you, not attacking your conscience every other minute. Even though the vehicle was full of the after-shift buzz, you blocked out nearly every kind of noise because your brain just couldnât process what was going on.
Except a certain male voiceâs exciting chattering beside you.
âHow did he manage to kick into the shower cubicle and break his pinky toe?â he shrieked, exasperated. âI swear to god Keonhee will end up dating a nurse because at this rate, heâs like a VIP guest at the hospital,â he chattered joyfully, and even though he was a tad bit surprised, it seemed that he wasnât actually that surprised. Given his words, you assumed that this certain Keonhee was a living disaster, unexpected (and unpleasant) events always happening to him.
âYeah, I can imagine that. Dongju may be younger, but he seems like heâs more mature than Keonhee. Well, most of the time, you know, so Iâm not surprised. Keonhee is lucky though that he was there in the flat because as much of a drama queen Keonhee is, Iâm sure he would have called someone else first instead of the ambulance,â he continued with a beaming giggle that was so pleasant to hear after a whole day of listening to mainly the keyboardâs sound or your co-workersâ chattering. It was light and soothing, similar to the cracking of wood at a bonfire night and the birds chirping when nature awakens at the beginning of spring.
You were ready to listen to his mellow voice even more, letting it soothe your nerves when he stopped in the middle of his next sentence, and somehow you could feel his eyes on you, so you snapped your head back at him, locking eyes with him, and in that moment, you realised that you had been zoning out, and it must have seemed like you had been staring at him.
âIâm so sorry. I didnât want to stare, I was just zoning out,â you justified with an awkward smile, and you didnât know whether it was actually polite to talk to him while he was talking to someone on the phone, but he merely dropped a friendly smile, his eyes smiling along with his lips, and gosh, if it wasnât the cutest sight, what was it? Dimples showing, eye smile on full display, chocolate-brown orbs twinkling with mirth, slightly curly locks sitting a bit messily on top of his head (well, the wind was cruel to everyone, it seemed)... He was so cute, your heart literally skipped a beat.
The boy merely mouthed an âitâs okayâ seeing your embarrassed antics, and waved his hands in front of him in an attempt to soothe your nerves.
âIâll call you back later, Hwanwoong⊠Yeah, keep me updated on Keonheeâs condition⊠Yeah, thanks. Bye!â He finished the call with the same enthusiasm as he had started it, and you were so guilty that you looked away only to be addressed by him in the next moment. âHad a tiring day?â he inquired gently and curiously, and when you averted your eyes back to him, all you could see was sincerity.
You werenât the type of person who striked conversations with strangers on the metro, but it was your fault that he had taken notice of your presence, so you felt like it was your duty to answer him. Not to mention that he was nothing but kind so far.
âYeah, quite,â you mumbled, unsure of how much to say to him and to what degree he was actually curious about your answer. You would be naive if you assumed that he had hung up because of you, so you didnât even dare to muse over such matters. However, you couldnât help but wonder whether he was that interested in your answer, or he was merely the type who was good at initiating conversations with random strangers. Though technically, you had been the first one to speak up.
He hummed hearing your answer, chocolate-brown eyes turning a shade darker. He must have taken notice of the weariness in your tone and your slightly disheveled state because the air turned a bit solemn for a moment. Thus, you were ready to dive into your own self-pity, but he wasnât one to let you do so easily.
âI mean, I would have felt flattered if you had been staring at me because you wanted to, but I get that it was just because you were tired,â he explained jokingly, his tone light and playful. Even though there was nothing akin to flirty in the way he looked at you, you felt a blush creeping onto your face, and it definitely didnât help your already frazzled up nerves.
âSorry,â you croaked out, but you felt like punching yourself in the face right away. Why would you even say sorry for that? Gosh... you were so awkward.
The boy was taken aback, too, but he let out a lighthearted giggle instead, one that indicated that he didnât deem the situation embarrassing, more like amusing.
âNo need to say sorry. Iâm really not that self-centered. Iâve just figured you could use some joy in your life. Or well, in your day,â he noted gently, and the way he saw right through you warmed your heart. His eye smile was already enough to soothe your frazzled nerves, but his behaviour was really nothing but supportive and understanding so far, so you didnât see the point in doubting his words.
âIt worked,â you let him know with a tired albeit grateful smile, and he smiled back, his eyes turning into little crescents, dimples invited into the corner of his lips yet again. He was like a sunflower, turning towards the warmth of the sun, and thriving on it, showing its most radiant colour when he was being all happy and joyful.
You couldnât enjoy this moment any further because the next stop was announced, and the boy bolted up as if he had woken from a daze, but turned back to you before he would get off:
âHope the rest of your week will go well! Keep going!â He wished wholeheartedly as he balled his hands into fists, giving you one last radiant smile before the metroâs doors opened and he disappeared into the crowd.
You blinked after him, confused at what had just happened, but thankful nevertheless that there were still people like him who were there to genuinely brighten someone elseâs day.
You didnât think too much into the encounter with that cute stranger because you werenât delusional, and the more days passed by, the more hope you lost that you might see him again. You were more preoccupied with your internship anyways, and it was enough to keep your thoughts at bay. You were getting better and better at executing your tasks, and your boss even complimented you the other day, so you felt like you were starting to get the hang of it.
Half a year had passed by in an instant, and if it werenât for the orange-haired boy looking up and catching your eyes when you took a seat beside him on the metro, you were sure that you wouldnât have noticed that it was the same stranger with the eye smile from before because obviously, he looked different with his orange locks. You wavered a bit in the movement of sitting down, and he kept his eyes on you too, so you had a feeling that he remembered you just as well, but you couldnât be sure, so you pulled yourself together, and sat down as quickly as possible.
You sat in complete silence for about a minute, and you couldnât help but wonder if you could have mistaken him for someone else, but then again, you wouldnât be able to forget that adorable eye smile of his, so you were sure that it was him. He merely didnât recognise you.
âSorryâŠâ The orange-haired boy spoke up after clearing his throat, and you averted your eyes to look at him. Your heartbeat picked up its pace as you locked gazes with him, and you could feel a blush creeping onto your face. âHave we met before?â
It would have been a cringey pick-up line if it had been for other circumstances, but there was clear confusion written on his face, and you knew that you had indeed met before, so you nodded, not keeping the answer to yourself.
âYes. Weâve met on the metro once,â you let him know gently, your lips raised into a smile when you saw that the realisation dawned on him, confusion erased from his features as if sand had been swept off by the ocean waves.
âNow I remember! You were the girl who apologised for staring at me! I mean, for not staring at me,â he explained a bit clumsily, and you both let out a little chuckle by the end. It could be seen that he meant no harm with his words, and you could really not blame him for slipping on his words like that. You were merely relieved that he remembered you.
âYeah, thatâs right.â You nodded, feeling suddenly anxious about the continuation. What were you supposed to say? What was right to say in this situation? Did you even have to say anything more?
Your undulating thoughts kept you back from actually doing anything, thus you let yourself be sucked in by those warm chocolate-brown orbs that were resembling little crescents on the night sky, his joyfulness painting stars around his eyes. When you looked into those eyes, you felt comforted and safe, as if someone was covering you with a blanket and handing you a cup of hot tea on a particularly cold winter night. You didnât know how he did that, but you immediately felt your heartbeat going back to normal, and you could breathe again: wholly and with relief.
âYou had longer hair last time, right?â he broke the silence, curiosity lacing his words. You were taken aback that he remembered such a small detail about you, but you were more grateful than shocked.
âYeah, I cut it shorter when spring began. Having long hair is a hassle when the weather is warm,â you explained to him, and he chuckled a bit. âBut you dyed yours!â You pointed it out, and his laughter became louder, his dimples more prominent.
âOh yeah. That was because I lost a bet, so my friends could decide what colour I should dye my hair.â
âOrange isnât the worst colour they could have chosen though. It kinda suits you,â you blurted out without thinking twice about it, but you immediately wanted to take back your words. Not because he wanted to take advantage of your compliment, but because you didnât want to sound creepy or outright flirty. What could you do though when it was true?
The boyâs eyes became almost miniscule, and a blush was painting his cheeks in a pinkish shade which was absolutely adorable, but you had a feeling that if you were to comment on it, he would become even shyer. He was definitely still really cute, and your heart was wishing to capture this moment, putting it away in a separate box, so whenever you felt down, you could open it and look at it.
âThanks. I wasnât really sure about it, but kids especially seem to love it,â he shared with you in a friendly manner, and hearing that, you raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had anything more to add to it. So he did, telling you about that one time when he had walked by a group of kindergarteners, and they had stopped him because they had wanted to take pictures with him, thinking that he might have been an idol with his orange-coloured hair. On top of that, his friends liked to call him orange-head, but he didnât mind. He only had a few more days anyways until the bet would be over, so he could dye it back soon.
He seemed like a fun-loving guy, and hearing about his friends yet again, you could guess that they were an equally lovable bunch, so your smile was ever so genuine as you were listening to him. However, just like last time, you didnât have a lot of time to spare because he was getting off sooner than you would, but now he notified you in time, so you had time to say goodbye to him.
âIâm glad we met again. It wasâŠâ You started, searching for the right word to say. âA lovely coincidence.â
âFate,â he said at the same time as you, and your cheeks were heating up yet again, going well with your burgundy blouse. He tried to laugh off his words, but you could see that he hadnât really expected to blurt out such a thing, so he was a bit ashamed, trying to make up for it with his next question. âAnyways, do you want to maybe... exchange numbers? You know, if you want to talk more.â
âSure.â You nodded without much hesitation, not minding getting to know him better. Due to the short time you had left, you were quick to save each otherâs numbers in your phones before you would arrive at his stop. You just managed to finish with it when the metroâs doors opened, and you waved him away, a smile plastered onto your face.
Before he would get off completely, he looked back and exclaimed:
âOh and Iâm Seoho!â He introduced himself with a wide smile, and as the doors closed in front of him, you could only giggle to yourself, watching his fading silhouette still waving in your direction.
After you had exchanged numbers with Seoho, you began messaging each other on Kakaotalk. It began with mere âhow are youâ messages, then turned into funny memes and then turned into deeper, less casual conversations about your past experiences, dreams and the life lessons you had already learned. There was a lot more to Seoho than you could have thought so based on his bubbly personality and adorable eye smile, but you felt like you were looking forward to your days because of him, and it was such a thrilling, heart-fluttering feeling.
In the beginning, you were just messaging each other, but then you started bumping into him more and more at the metro station, and soon enough, you put together the pieces: Seoho always purposely waited for you at the metro station if he was the first to arrive. Otherwise, why else would he be sitting there, looking around, seemingly searching for someone until his gaze settled on you? At first, you thought that it was a silly idea, but the more it happened, the more certain you became.
So since it was evident that he enjoyed spending time with you, and he wanted to spend time with you on purpose, you began to wait for him too whenever you finished with work sooner. Meeting him at the end of your days was uplifting and heartwarming. He was such a ray of sunshine, and even though sometimes you didnât get his jokes or his weird antics, he always managed to make you smile, and you were incredibly thankful for him. He was like a warm blanket on a windy autumn night or the warmth of the first rays of sunshine after a storm.
No wonder you got closer the more time you spent together, and you liked waiting for his messages just as much as you liked waiting for him (and being waited by him) at the metro station. Thatâs why you felt this something between you two shifting towards something more serious after a while, but you didnât want to get the wrong message or rush anything, so you just enjoyed your time with him as it was.
However, when you were just casually talking about movies, and having one that you were both interested in, you didnât think that the conversation would take a different turn.
âThen, do you want to watch it together at the cinema?â Seoho raised a curious eyebrow as he looked at you, an expectant smile hiding in the corner of his lips. Since you met up mostly while commuting or interacted through messages, it would be the first time you would meet at a different place, so it felt new.
However, you couldnât say no just as much as you couldnât have said no when he had first asked if he could have walked you home.
âSure, Iâd love that.â You nodded, gifting him with a wide smile, but there was still some doubt in his eyes, and after he blurted out the following, you knew why:
âCan it be a date, too?â
You felt your cheeks heating up at his suggestion, but you would be lying if you said that the thought hadnât crossed your mind. Plus, how could you say no to him when he looked at you so adorably, and his eyes were smiling alongside his lips?
âYeah, sure,â you gave in without giving it a second thought, and as you saw his lips raised into an even wider smile, you didnât even mind doing so.
It was just funny how a certain stranger on the metro with the cutest eye smile could become something more, but neither of you would have ever thought that life would take such a turn. Not that you complained.
Hiii, your writing is amazing. Could you do a SFW alphabet with Seoho?
There you go, sorry it took so long !
Pairing: Lee Seoho x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Alphabet
Word count: 1.277
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He is affectionate, and will show it rather with words, or little attentions that come out of nowhere, rather than big displays of physical affection.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Would probably start by you hating on how loud he could be. Like if you started knowing each other in class, youâd be probably annoyed by him because of that, but soon learn that heâs a complete sweetheart.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He likes it, but itâs not his favorite thing in the world. Like heâll obviously cuddle if you two are reading, or watching a movie, but heâs not the type to lay in bed just to cuddle.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Heâs like a godmother fairy. He might not have the initiative of cleaning most of the times, but if you ask for help heâll gladly do it, and boy is he good at it. He likes when everything is tidy and clean.
He might want to settle down someday. Thatâs not his first priority right now, but he can well imagine a domestic life.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Even if Seoho is an emotional boy, I donât see him crying in front of his partner. He might do it later on, when heâs alone, or with someone very close that could comfort him.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He is one faithful guy, I just know it. As for marriage, heâd probably want to as well, just to experience the magic of the moment.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Gentlest boy, especially emotionally. Heâs always careful of not saying something he could regret, and if he does, by mistake, heâll spend days making it up to you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He likes big hugs when in private. If youâre not alone, heâll still have probably an arm wrapped around you. If he gets jealous, or carried away by an emotion, heâll probably bear hug you though, not caring if anyone is here.
His hugs ar as soft as theyâre full of force, and love.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
He could probably say it quite fast ? I see him as someone who is not scared to say it, and will probably repeat it a lot.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Heâs very good. I mean, if Seoho was the one singing me lullabies, Iâd wish to be a child to. He doesnât want children on his own that fast, but he still enjoys it when youâre having nephews or young cousins over.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Not lazy mornings, but you wonât get out of bed at 6 am as well. You might both spend an hour or so just cuddling when you have the time to, just enjoying each others presence.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He likes to go out at night a lot. Because of his job, most of his days and nights are spent at the company, and they donât really have a lot of time to go to the cinema, or eat out. So when itâs just the two of you, heâd want to do that a lot. It also happens sometimes that some of the Oneus members will tag along.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Itâs not that heâs not open, but heâs very hard to read? He wonât hide things or anything on purpose, thatâs just his character, the way he is.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He is clearly not the most patient one of the members. Heâs not the one to yell or anything, but if heâs annoyed, heâll clearly make it understandable.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Seoho has amazing memory. Heâll probably even remember details that youâve forgotten yourself.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first time he took you out to dance. He loved how you felt under his hands, how beautiful you looked.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He wants to be protective, but he also knows that you can do it yourself, and that he shouldnât always intervene. He tends to get scared about you a lot, but tries to control it.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Expect a lot of spontaneous dates, or hang outs. Like the boy will text you, ask if youâre doing anything, and if you say no, heâll be like « good, because iâm already at your front door ».
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Not telling you when something bothers him. Well its not only just not telling you, itâs actually not telling anyone, and letting things bottle up.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not that much ? He has a lot of confidence in his looks, so heâs not going to check himself in the mirror every 5 minutes.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Seoho attaches himself easily to someone, and deeply, so I think yes. Heâs going to be okay as long as his mind is occupied, but at night for example, when heâs alone, he might miss you more than ever.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
I know you saw that coming, but singing. The boy sings all the time, and to be frank, thatâs not something you mind. If it could have come across as annoying before you guys started dating, now youâd feel it extremely weird if he doesnât sing during the day. Itâs often an indicator that he doesnât feel good.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
He seems like he doesnât like very loud or obnoxious people. He doesnât want all the attention on him, so he probably wonât like a partner that tries to get it on themselves.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
The kind to put his head on your shoulder, or in the crook of your neck to fall asleep. Heâll probably shift around during the night so he can hold you close to him.
"Y/N, quick!" your boyfriend, Seoho, calls for you from the balcony.Â
confused, you stand up and oblique, stepping out into the cold winter air. "it's so cold, Seoho" you whine, squishing yourself against him.Â
"just a minute" he says, putting his arm around you to keep you warm, looking into your eyes then, "I love you"Â
you smile, eyes full of love. "I love you too"Â
and just then, you hear some people counting down from 5.Â
Seoho cups your face, your hands resting on his chest as he connects your both lips at the yell of "Happy New Year!" and fireworks going off in the background.Â
you didn't pay much mind to it though, just relishing in the fact that you've started the new year with a kiss of the guy you loved, feeling all fuzzy and warm inside even though it was freezing cold.Â
After parting, he hugs you close again. "a new year with you, Y/N, and hopefully not the last one"Â
Ugh, I hate my life. Or not really, more like this day. I couldn't sleep last night, had a hectic and stressful day at work, forgot to eat lunch because I had so much to do, when I later remembered to quickly eat a sandwich I dropped it on my shirt so now it's stained. To top it all, I have missed like 10 calls from my boyfriend and 25 messages meaning that he will be incredibly worried about me and therefore not focusing on his own work. In case you didn't know I am dating Lee Seoho from the Kpop group Oneus. I love Seoho, a lot. We have dated for 2 years now and even if he knows that if I don't work as an idol, I cannot always answer the phone when he calls me he still becomes worried and wonders if something has happened.
* 7 pm *
I finally left the office, 2 hours later than usual. I began walking to the train in order to get home when all of a sudden someone runs up to me and pulls me into a hug. I am startled and I freeze. Who is it? Is this person going to kill me? Kidnap me?
"L- l- let go of me" I managed to say even though all I was thinking was 'please don't kill me, I want to live and be with Seoho'. I began to cry.
"Shh- please don't cry. (y/n), have I done something wrong? You weren't answering my calls or my texts, you weren't home and now you don't want me to hug you?" ...
That voice - Seoho.
"Shh, calm down. Please you know I don't like to see you cry" Seoho tried to comfort me but I sensed his uncertainty in whether or not he could actually touch me since I reacted like that before.
"I- I am not angry. Not with you, Seo. It's just... A bad day. A very bad day. I didnât fall asleep at a good time so then I overslept which angered my boss so she gave me more work to complete today than I should have for a whole month. And I just haven't had an opening to call you back or even text you I havenât even eaten anything all day. I am sorry that I made you worry for nothing." While I was talking the tears stopped but I felt exhausted and I could barely stand anymore. I guess the lack of sleep and food was finally getting to me.
"It's okay. And even if you had answered, I would still worry. What you are telling me right now is making me worry about you. You know why?" he asked as he stepped closer once again.
"No" I whispered.
"Because I love you. You are the love of my life, my (y/n). And every second that you don't spend within my arms all I do is think about you. I love you and I just want you close to me at all times because you make me happy. you make my days better." He rocked us slowly back and forth, he spoke with a steady voice and firm but loving tone. There was no discussing whether or not he felt like that because it was so clearly the truth that any stranger who heard only one word would know.
"Let's go home and cuddle. I will cook some dinner for you, while you lay down and rest, then we will eat and watch a movie while we cuddle. Oh and call in sick for tomorrow or Iâll do it for you"
"Seoho. You are the best boyfriend in the world. I love you and your worried self"