hii could i request a scoups fanfic. pls where hes ur husband:
You come home from work exhausted. He’s at his desk doing some work, typing away (ugh his hands especially with his ringss) and looking sooo fine. Even though he’s busy, he notices you walking past, trying not to disturb him, and calls you over. He sits you down on his lap and asks about your day. He’s still typing while you talk, but he’s listening so attentively, asking questions back. It’s just very meaningful, especially when you come home after a tough work day.
the way home feels softer with him — s.coups
🎧 now playing: Same dream, same mind, same night — SEVENTEEN
“you don’t have to pretend you’re okay around me.”
The apartment was quiet when you stepped inside.Not silent never silent when Seungcheol was home.
There was always something : the soft clicking of his keyboard, the low hum of music from his speakers, the occasional sigh when he got stuck on work. Familiar sounds. Comforting sounds.
Tonight, the clicking reached you first.
You slipped your shoes off carefully by the door, shoulders aching from a day that felt ten hours too long. Your bag nearly slid off your shoulder as you walked past his office space, already planning to shower and collapse into bed without saying much. Seungcheol looked devastating.
White t-shirt. Glasses sitting low on his nose. Dark hair slightly messy from running his hands through it too much. Rings glinting against the keyboard as his fingers moved quickly across the keys.
God.
You tried not to stare.He noticed anyway. “Baby.” Your steps paused immediately.You peeked toward him. “Hm?” His eyes flickered up from the screen, softening the second they landed on you. “Come here.” “I don’t wanna disturb you,” you murmured. “You’re working.” “Come here anyway.”
There was no arguing with that voice. You walked over slowly, exhaustion practically dragging behind you, and the moment you got close enough, Seungcheol reached for your wrist gently. Before you could react, he tugged you down onto his lap with practiced ease.
You let out a tired little sound, instinctively wrapping an arm around his shoulders to steady yourself. “There she is,” he murmured quietly. The warmth of him hit you immediately. Warm hands. Warm chest. Warm voice. Home.
His arm settled around your waist while his other hand returned to the keyboard, fingers resuming their rhythm like nothing happened. “How was work?” You laughed weakly. “Horrible.” “Mm?” His brows pinched slightly. “That bad?” You nodded against his shoulder.
“One customer yelled at me because they forgot their own appointment time, my manager kept changing everything last minute, and I skipped lunch because we were busy.”
Seungcheol clicked his tongue softly under his breath. “That’s why you have a headache.” You blinked. “How did you know I had a headache?” His fingers paused for half a second before continuing again. “You keep rubbing this side of your forehead when you get one.”
The casualness of it made your chest ache a little. Because of course he noticed. Of course he did. “You ate anything at all?” he asked. “A granola bar.” He looked away from the monitor finally, giving you a look. “That’s not food.”
“I know.”
“No, baby, seriously.”
You sighed dramatically into his neck. “I knowww.”
A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest. His hand squeezed your waist once before he continued typing, eyes scanning something on the screen while still listening carefully to every word you said. And somehow, that was the part that always got you. Not grand gestures. Not expensive gifts. Not even the way he could make your heart stop with one look.It was this.
The way he made space for you even in the middle of his own chaos. Like loving you wasn’t something extra he had to fit into his day. It was natural. Essential. “What happened after that?” he asked suddenly. You lifted your head. “You were listening?” He gave you an offended look. “Obviously I was listening.”
“You were literally answering emails.”
“And?”
You laughed for real this time, the first genuine one all day. A tiny victorious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth the moment he heard it. There it is, his expression seemed to say. That was what he’d been trying to get back all along.
You kept talking after that. About the rude customer. About your annoying coworker. About how exhausted you felt lately. And Seungcheol listened to every single thing, occasionally asking questions, occasionally kissing your temple absentmindedly while typing with one hand.
At some point, his fingers slowed. Then stopped completely. You looked at the screen.His work document was untouched for almost ten minutes. “Cheol,” you whispered, “you stopped working.”
“Mhm.”
“So finish.”
“In a minute.” He leaned back slightly in the chair, tightening his arms around you until you were practically melting into him. “You looked sad when you came home.” Something in your throat tightened painfully.
Not because he said it dramatically. Not because he tried too hard. But because he noticed. Again. His thumb rubbed softly against your side. “You don’t have to pretend you’re okay around me, you know.” Your eyes burned a little from sheer exhaustion.
“I know.” He pressed a slow kiss against your forehead.“You work too hard.” “Says you.” “Yeah, but I have you to take care of me.” You stared at him for a second. Then groaned quietly and buried your face into his shoulder again. “You’re so unfairly husband-coded.” His laugh filled the room instantly. “‘Husband-coded?’”
“Yes.”
“I am your husband.”
“Exactly. It’s sickening.”
“Mm.” He kissed the top of your head. “Good.”
And for the first time all day, the exhaustion didn’t feel so heavy anymore.
a harmless poke turns into play-fighting, laughter, and the kind of closeness neither of you talk about—but both of you feel.
It’s supposed to be harmless.
You flick his forehead while he’s sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, bored out of his mind. The reaction is instant too instant.
“Oh?” Scoups looks up slowly, eyes narrowing like you’ve personally offended him. “You think that was funny?”
You laugh. “It was funny.”
That’s your mistake.
He drops his phone and reaches for you, and suddenly you’re both a mess of limbs and laughter. You try to escape, but he’s faster always is and before you know it, you’re pinned against the cushions, his weight solid but careful, like he’s making sure you’re okay even while pretending not to be.
“Say sorry,” he says, way too smug.
“Never,” you shoot back, trying to push him off. You fail. Obviously.
He grins, that stupidly charming grin, leaning closer. “You know you started this, right?”
Your heart’s doing something annoying now, because you’re too aware of how close he is, how warm, how his laugh softens when he looks at you like that. The fight dies down without either of you admitting it. Your hands stop struggling. His grip loosens.
For a second, it’s quiet.
Then he flicks your forehead back.
“Next time,” he says, already moving away, “try harder.”
You roll your eyes, cheeks warm, already knowing one thing for sure
you’re definitely starting it again.
I DONT THINK PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF LOVE I FEEL FOR THIS MAN LIKE ITS INSANE! I HAVE LOTS OF BIAS AND MAN I LOVE SO MUCH BUT THIS YEAR I HAVE CONNECT WITH THIS MAN IN A WAY I DIDNT WITH MY OTHER MENS AND ITS CRAZY CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ITS THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF MY IDEAL TYPE, HE IS AND HAS EVERYTHING I LOOK AND WANT AND DESIRE IN A PERSON, HE IS JUST THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND I CANT HELP BUT CRY ABOUT IT EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
