Jelly Cheollie (Jealous Seungcheol) A drabble, fluff stuff!
This is inspired by this video from twitter! Credits to the rightful owner, I couldn’t find the original poster. But this video is NOT mine! 🍒
Summary:
Seungcheol is a confident man—steady, secure, completely sure of himself. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you laughing at another man’s words? Why is he suddenly rushing to stake his claim before it’s too late? Maybe, just maybe… he’s a jealous man after all.
I’m not a jealous man.
Or at least, that’s what Seungcheol tells himself. He’s pretty sure of himself— his looks, intellect, skills, taste, status. He’s steady. Secured– in all the ways he could think of. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you talking to another man?
He looks at you lovingly, so ethereal– he thinks. He had taken you out for a picnic, in a sun dress he bought you specifically for today. The sun kissed your skin beautifully, painting a blush across your cheeks and exposed shoulders. Your curls danced in the wind, swaying along with your dress. You held your cardigan in one hand, your other hand covering your mouth as you laughed at the other man’s retort.
Seungcheol thinks you’re perfection personified. You looked so dreamy. Fairy like. You shone so brightly in that yellow dress that the sun shies away from your light. Your smile? Blinding. Your laugh? He wonders if the heavens echoes with it. It’s music to his ears, he could listen to it all d—
Wait a minute, you what?
Seungcheol straightens up upon this realization. The picnic blanket dropped to the ground as his mind zeroes out with the thought of you laughing at another man’s words. He walks, no– sprints towards you.
Why would you laugh at another man’s words? Is it really that funny? You even had to cover your mouth- a habit you do when you laugh out loud. He doesn’t remember the last time you did that when you were with him. Does he even make you laugh nowadays? Do you still feel the same way towards him? Is he too late? Will he reach you in time before you realize all these things?
His mind races with a million assumptions, his feet struggling to keep up.
You didn’t have time to react before he slid in between you and the guy you’re talking to. Seungcheol’s back is completely towering over your view. His muscles deliciously flexing as he tenses and crosses his arms.
This is troublesome. Given your busy lives, you haven’t had the leisure of time to spend together. But despite the schedule conflicts, he made sure to make you feel special everyday. Flowers, deliveries, gifts, constant messages, facetimes. Seungcheol is a very secure man but you know he’s been feeling a bit down because of the lack of time you spent together.
You knew you had to step in before Cheol gave out his piece of mind. Running a hand on his back, you gently call him out. “Cheol—“
But your friend interrupts. “I’m Jay, YN’s friend.” He extends a hand that Seungcheol sassily swats.
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I don’t care, I’m YN’s boyfriend”.
Cute, you think. You fight a snort as your friend laughs. Stepping aside, you turn to look at your unamused boyfriend. Your boyfriend is indeed a very beautiful man. His thick brows are furrowed, lips pout snarked, doll-like eyes still shooting daggers. His arms are still crossed, wrapping impossibly tighter as he takes offense to your friend’s amused laughter.
You bite your cheek, fighting a smile. He could be such a baby at times.
You reached out a hand, “Cheollie–” and held his face. His gaze softened as it landed on you. You feel his hand snaking up to rest on top of yours, his expression shifting as you continue.
“Not that it’s any of our business but Jay’s gay,” you laugh.
His eyes widen, lips parting in an 'Oh.' For a moment, he panics. But then he sees your smile—warm, unwavering—feels the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek, and he knows. It’s okay.
A laugh bubbles up his chest, he doesn’t know if it's from his silliness, embarrassment, or from the butterflies you continue to give him. But he doesn’t care, he lets it fizzle out. At this moment, it’s just you and him. It’s just you, your heart, and your love that matters to him.
Choi Seungcheol is a jealous man. But if it means more moments like this—your hands on him, your attention all his—maybe he doesn’t mind so much. For you, it’s a privilege you’re willing to indulge in.
Inspired by the video below and my alarm-Wonwoo's Jagiyaa, during a concert! This is so random, sorry I miss Wonwoo a lot. Thank you for all the love on my recent drabble! I hope you like this, Wonwoorideuls. Fighting! ⋆˚ 𝜗🐈⬛𝜚˚⋆
Wonwoo accidentally discloses your relationship during a game on set. Everyone is left in stunned silence before bursting into laughter and teasing him relentlessly. Embarrassed but taking it in pride, Wonwoo’s slip-up leads to some fun moments and a lot of ice cream.
“Park Bo Gum!” Hurriedly, Seungcheol answers.
The group erupts in celebration. This was not new to them– a game where you had to name the picture within three seconds after being presented by the host. What’s new is that more than half of the team are somehow getting worse at this no matter how many times they play. And for some reason, the box of free ice cream makes them act like it's a prize worth a million dollars.
Feeling pressured, Wonwoo’s heart beats rapidly. The tension in the air thickens and the members hold hands in anticipation. If they continue to get the last few right, it’s a win. There’s still a few more cards left to identify and he prays it won’t be enough to reach him.
Dino got it barely on time. But he still got it, nonetheless. Seungkwan went next and as expected, he got it right. Mingyu stood tall beside him with arms crossed as he answered confidently. The group goes into chaos as the staff reveals that they’re left with the last card– Wonwoo’s card.
The members circle around him. Jun and Minghao thank the heavens that it didn’t land on them. Dino laughs at this sight.
Vernon pats Mingyu’s back congratulating him. Jeonghan soothes Wonwoo’s arm as Seungcheol massages his shoulders like he’s preparing for a fight.
DK holds Wonwoo’s collar as he shakes him, “Hyung, jebal. My mouth is watering.”
“Hyung, you got this.” Seungkwan emerges beside him. “Let’s get it!” Joshua adds.
“Yaa~ Wonwoo let’s gooo!” A tiger roars, hugging an annoyed Woozi.
The staff motioned them to get ready. Getting dizzy because of the tension (and from DK’s shaking) he closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The group clings to Wonwoo, both of his arms being held by the members. He gulps and nods as the staff picks the million dollar picture.
They take the card, showing it to the group of producers who are nodding and giggling for some reason. His manager peeks a glance and shakes his head. This sends him sweating. Is it someone he doesn’t know? An international artist? Are they going to lose because of him?
He grits his jaw, nostrils flared, ready to give it his all. He’s going to try, he’ll get it. He just has to focus. His zeroes out, head empty, ears ringing, eyes glued on the card as it’s being passed on. It reaches to the host, it turns. And the card reveals— you?
Meaning to say your name, he shouts the first thing that comes to mind.
“JAGIYAAA!!!”
Silence. Everyone stares at him in disbelief.
The host– who was about to start counting, closes his mouth, aghast. Like everyone in the room, they all stood rigid. Surprised? Confused? Amazed? Astonished? The air conditioning rings louder than their breaths.
But Wonwoo? He’s ecstatic. His arms break free from his members’ hold as he fists the air in victory. His smile is bright and wide as the picture stares back at him– it’s you at a recent award show. He knows, because he was there. He clapped and cheered for you when your name was announced, he shed a tear with you as you gave your speech, he gave you an “I told you so,” at the after party because he knows. He knows you, more than anyone in this room does.
His hopeful expression falters as the silence stretches on, his mind catching up with the confusion in the room. Seungkwan was the first to speak, through gritted teeth he asked “Jagiya?”.
Wonwoo’s eyes widened. Pabo! he thinks. “Y/L/N! Y/L/N! Y/L/N! ” He screams your name on repeat, hands clasped as he pleads for consideration. Technically, they haven’t done the count down and he did correct it within three (it was five) seconds. So they didn’t lose, right?
A bewildered Mingyu pouts. “Hyung, how did I not know! I feel betrayed!” Wonwoo looks at him, head turning– confused. He didn’t know you? Impossible! You did a challenge together!
Vernon interrupts in amazement, “Jagiya? Wow, Michyeosseo.”
Wonwoo’s face flushes bright red as the realization hits him. “Oh.” He hasn’t told them about you yet. Jagiya? He must be out of his mind! On camera too! He covers his face in embarrassment, face burning hotter the more he thinks about you. He he holds his breath, feeling all the butterflies weaken his knees, he dramatically pretends to pass out.
His reaction sends the room erupting into claps, whistles, and laughter. The teasing is going to be relentless. But at least they know now. The hard part is over. He shuts his eyes, resigning to his fate. Still lying on the floor, he slowly uncovers his face, his cheeks still flushed bright red.
He looks up at the camera, a sheepish smirk drawn on his face. "We still get the ice cream, right?” He winks.
