Scoups AU! A sulking husband

Imagine you come home to Seungcheol sulking. You were catching up with your colleagues after a long time and forgot to inform your husband about it.

He prepares you some light meal for dinner and goes upstairs to get the tub ready for you.

“Awwh~ You bought my favorite scent?” You strip naked in front of the tub without care and jump into the large bath tub. Seungcheol restraints himself from ogling your body and comes out of the bathroom. “You’re not joining me, honey?” Your question meets silence.

You are aware of his odd behavior but never once thought that you are the reason behind it. After the refreshing soaking, you see him in pajama behind his working desk in the room. You pick up a white translucent lingerie and walk up to him. You catch the motion in his Adam apple and laugh. You straddle him effortlessly as Seungcheol ignores you and turn his face to look at you. “Is it me this time?”

“What do you think?”

Smooch. Unbothered.

“Hm, exactly my fault,”

Smooch. Unbothered.

“Come on, look at me. Aren’t I like an angel, wearing all white~”

“Oh, now your work is more sexy than I am, huh?” “Maybe you should sleep with your laptop tonight-” you are about to leave his laps when he pulls you softly and you land in the same position.

He stares at you and purses his lips for you to do your job.

“What?” you ask nonchalantly and cross your arms just to be unfolded back by your husband and put them around his neck.

“Kiss me,”

You kiss him. Just like that, nothing more.

“Again,”

Smooch. Instantly, he cups your face and plant his lips on yours. He doesn’t waste a moment and includes his tongue in the kiss. You smile. “You’re so unbelievable,”

He finally gets his reward.

seungcheol x reader
genre:fluff
word count:1.8K

a/n:Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.

Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.

After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.

In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.

“What?” You asked him, a smile threatening to spread across your face.

The man chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned. “You really want an ice cream bar right now?” Nodding at him, as though it was totally normal and reasonable, he sighed fondly. “It’s pouring out, you do see that right?”

“I’m not blind, Cheol,” you defended with a roll of your eyes. “My cravings obviously don’t coordinate with the weather, I can’t help it.” When you flashed him a small pout, the man’s lips spread into a stunning smile that made you feel special to be on the receiving end.

Without another word, just that same smitten beam, Seungcheol unlatched his seatbelt and began crawling out of the car. “Stay put,” he told you, pointing an accusatory finger at you in warning. “Let me get your door.”

Sighing dramatically, you settled into your seat more, waiting for the man to round the vehicle to let you out. “You know what I don’t think is very fair?” You asked, just as the man opened the door.

“What’s that?” He questioned, his hand instantly finding yours as he interlaced your fingers together, helping you to crawl out of the cab.

“You always open doors for me, but who’s opening doors for you?” You posed, widening your eyes as you pressed him.

“That’s what’s not fair?” He chuckled, flashing an amused smile. “Do you want to open the door for me, then?” He nodded to the convenience store.

“I do actually, yes,” you informed him, letting go of his hand to bound over to the store and pull the door open for him. “Sir,” you welcomed him inside with a wave of your hand.

“Wow,” he said in dramatized awe. “Is that what that feels like? I feel so special,” he teased, though you could read the sincerity in his smile.  

“You deserve to be taken care of like that too,” you teased. You were certain, however, that with the way you slipped your hand back into his and slightly curled into his side, he knew there was an edge of seriousness in your comment. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to your temple, hoping the sweet gesture relayed the gratitude he felt for you.

As you exited the convenience store, the door dinging with your departure, Seungcheol raised his arms up in defense as you glared at him. “Hey, I’m allowed to buy you a treat.”

“I’m the reason we’re even here though I-”

“Exactly. You’re the reason. Let me take care of you, stop rejecting everything chivalrous,” he pouted, his tone almost taking on a whine as he huffed. Staring at his lips, you bit back a smile as you sighed.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes as your hands began unwrapping the ice cream bar. “But I’m opening your car door.”

Chuckling at you, he shook his head. “Fine,” he relented, knowing when to pick his battles. His fingers toyed with the end of his own iced treat as you neared the vehicle. Marching to the driver side of the vehicle, you opened the door, gesturing for him to step inside.

“Your carriage,” you joked, Seungcheol bursting into adorable giggles that had your heart filling with adoration and… something more.

“Thank you,” he spoke through his wide smile, climbing into the car. “But who’s opening your door?” He asked, just as you took a bite of the ice cream.

“Me,” you mumbled through the cold treat that chilled your mouth. “You know I can actually do that.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Seungcheol yelled as you closed the door with yet another roll of your eyes.

As you rounded the front end of the car, making your way to the passenger side, his eyes followed you adoringly. Then, in a burst of last minute planning, he lunged across the console, tugging on the handle to barely shove the door ajar. You couldn’t have held back the beam on your face even if you had wanted to as you giggled at his antics.

When your gazes met through the window, you realized what it was that you felt for him. You found it in the way it gleamed in his own orbs, reciprocating the feeling, your eyes sharing the words before your mouths could.

And suddenly it struck him too, the screams from his heart finally reaching his brain in a triumphant choir of I love you’s. He loved you. It was so clear to him. As you stepped into the car, his feelings for you taking over his entire being, he couldn’t stop his mouth from filling with the words, the sweetness of them coating his tongue and rolling right off into the humid air in the vehicle.

“I love you,” he blurted out, wearing a dopey smile as he chuckled at himself. You froze for just a moment, the confession halting your movements to latch the seatbelt across your frame. Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you noticed the way he was shy but certain, and it had your heart sighing in relief.  “I-I’m in love with you.” You stared at him for just a moment longer, your eyes still wide as a smile slowly curved on your lips. When your grin formed into a full-blown beam, Seungcheol felt his heart pound against the inside of his chest, demanding to be heard again. “Like so in love with you,” he told you, as though he was in disbelief with how deeply he felt the words and with how he was just now realizing.

“I love you, too,” you replied simply, taking another chunk off your ice cream bar. The action was so casual, so you, that Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle. “So stupidly in love with. Like, you’re my favorite person in the world,” you admitted giddily, covering your mouth as you chewed the treat.

As he laughed, shaking his head, you swore you had never been happier than that moment with him voicing his reciprocation of your feelings. Reaching across the console, his hand found the side of your face as he directed you toward his lips, the man kissing you hard and with need, the meeting relaying the feelings all over again. When your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, holding him there as you deepened the kiss, you realized that along with the elation, you had also never been so nervous.

It was a beautiful mixture of feelings. There you were, standing on this ledge, overlooking an abyss. You could feel yourself slipping, and you were scared, but he was there, falling with you. Suddenly, the person you held most dear was holding you in the same regard, and that meant there was a lot at stake, a lot to lose, so much to miss if he ever went away from you. But you never felt more alive. Having someone to lose was the best feeling you’d ever known. And you hoped he was feeling all of this at once as well. You loved him. And he loved you. It was scary and beautiful and you wanted to feel that way forever.

When you both broke out of the kiss, Seungcheol slowly leaned back into his seat. Letting out a huff of disbelief, a dazed smile planted on his features, he shook his head and simply appreciated the giggles that flowed from your lips. Scrunching your nose at him, you could see the way he suddenly became bashful as he evaded your gaze by turning toward the window.

“You really love me?” Seungcheol asked you but refusing to meet your eyes, a soft smile overtaking your features. Leaning over the console, and reaching over his frame, your hand made contact with his jaw. Turning his face toward yours, your smile widened.

“Obviously,” you whispered, catching his lips in a sweet kiss just after speaking. When you pressed your forehead to his, you could feel his lips curve up into a grin.

“Are you scared?” He then asked, just as your lips pressed a peck to his chin.

“Terrified,” you replied gently. “But happier than I can ever remember being.”

At your confession, Seungcheol’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as he exhaled. “Me too.” His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, just before you lowered your face toward his neck, burrowing yourself against his skin. “I’m gonna keep being chivalrous.”

Groaning, teasingly, you both giggled in each other’s embrace. “Good,” you mumbled, just before looking up at him. “I’m gonna keep fighting you on it.”

Smiling at you as he chuckled, he nodded once. “Good,” he whispered. Your heart was beating against your chest from all the excitement and giddiness coursing through your veins as you allowed yourself to finally fall, letting the man slip into the unknown with you. As your hand came to meet the side of his face, your thumb aching to gently swipe against his soft skin, he leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation. “Never stop.”

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if you this is the first post of this series that you see.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death
Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader
Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent)
Word Count: Ending A - 4.9k / Ending B - 4.8k

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“What do you mean you didn’t know it was him?” I rise up from the table and stalk towards Mun Hee who stands in the garden entrance, his terror evident.

“He, his hair was different. A-and he had like uh stuff all over his face and, and.” Mun Hee stutters out. “I didn’t realize it was him!” He tries to reason with me.

“And it took you 10 days to realize it?” I question him as I pass him on my way out of the garden and away from my champagne.

“I didn’t see him for ten days.” Mun Hee defends himself, “I’m pretty sure he was locked in his room that entire time.”

“You’re dead if he only has a couple days left.” I threaten him.

Mun Hee is taken aback, “Okay, A: I’m already dead. B: He has 12 days left.”

My feet stop on a dime. “How many?” I ask, turning towards him, not believing what I had heard.

“12 left.” Mun Hee says, “I remembered him cause when I read his palm, it said he had 22. Did you know that’s the most I’ve ever seen?”

Twenty-two. A whole twenty two lives. I knew his soul would live to be wise but I hadn’t guessed it would be 22 lives wise.

“So when I tell you I looked for him everyday cause I was curious and amazed, I really mean it.” Mun Hee says with a nod of childlike sincerity, “And since no one can hide from me, I just kind of assumed he had locked himself in his room.” He nods with a serious pout, “So I didn’t know it was your Seungcheol until he FINALLY stepped out to go to the library. And then it hit me.”

Soon Bok walks up to us, a bit surprised to see us here in the hallway.

“I thought you were in the garden?” She asks, looking between the two of us.

“I was.” I reply, “But then Mun Hee tells me that Seungcheol has been checked in for the past 10 days and I have been clueless about it.”

Soon Bok’s eyes widen and she looks at Mun Hee, “You never told her? I told you to tell her!” She slaps his shoulder.

Mun Hee flinches when her hand makes contact with him, “I got distracted by other guests.” He gives an excuse.

“Where did you end up placing him?” I ask, moving away from the whole Mun Hee not telling me topic.

Soon Bok doesn’t even have to check her folder, “Room 88 with the nice view of the water.”

I smile at her thoughtfulness, “Perfect.”

I don’t have the desire to return to the garden or the champagne so we continue to walk towards the hotel while Soon Bok updates me on a few hotel happenings. By the time she’s finished, we’ve reached the bottom of the main staircase in the lobby and Soon Bok takes her leave soon after.

As we climb the stairs, Mun Hee opens his mouth to ask a question but I cut him off, already knowing what he’s going to ask.

“No, you can not go bother him about his lives.” I say and Mun Hee’s body droops.

“But it’s twenty two lives.” He whines, “Twenty two!”

“And that’s a lot of lives to remember.” I explain to him, trying my best not to let my annoyance creep out.

“(y/n).” Mun Hee drags out my name in a plead.

Closing my eyes, I take a steadying breath, “Fine,” Mun Hee smiles brightly and his body straightens, “BUT! Only if he allows you to ask questions. You must ask him if it’s okay first, you got it?” I point a finger at him.

Mun Hee quickly nods. His smile is so wide that his eyes begin to shut.

I can’t help but laugh at his excitement. “Go back to your post now.” I tell him and wave him away. Mun Hee quickly retreats back down the stairs and happily skips to the front desk.

I make my way up the rest of the stairs and once I reach the top, I lean against the railing of the balcony. I watch as Mun Hee smiles and waves to all the guests in the lobby. For a moment, a loving smile appears on my face but it’s quickly wiped away as Mun Hee nearly runs into one of the very large and very breakable flower vases.

“Clutz.” I mutter to myself and turn away.

~The 22nd Day~

My wrists burn against the ropes that tightly bind them together behind my back. My knees press heavily against the wooden floor boards, trying to keep my balance as the waves rock our boat to and fro. The sharp tip of a blade rests between my shoulder blades.

Glancing to my right, Seungcheol sits in a similar position but his forehead is bleeding from where he was hit. The red blood drips down the side of his face and stains the shirt that I had bought him before we set sail.

“This ship is ours now.” Our captor says, cockily as he stands a few feet in front of us.

“Take it.” Seungcheol says, narrowing his eyes. “It’s yours, just leave us alone.”

‘He’s bargaining.’ I think to myself, 'Why would he bargain his beloved boat?’

“Bargaining, I see.” Our captor smiles, “I thought you’d put up more of fight for the boat you’ve had for almost your entire life.”

“You’ve done your research.” Seungcheol says, pretending to be impressed.

“Every good pirate needs to do his research, no?” Our capture banters back.

“I don’t need to put up a fight.” Seungcheol says through gritted teeth. “I don’t need the boat.”

Our captor tips his head up and taps his chin, “Now, what would a reputable boat captain need more than his boat? Any ideas, boys?” He looks to his men, who all laugh mischievously.

“A girl.” One shouts from behind us.

“A girl!” Our captor claps his hands and my heart stops. “That’s exactly right.”

In a panic, I look over at Seungcheol who has the same panic written on his face. Seungcheol begins to fight against his restraints.

“Take the boat! Take anything but her.” Seungcheol cries.

Our captor is unimpressed by Seungcheol’s efforts and simply nods to the men behind me.

With ease, they grab my arms and lift me to my feet. Now, I begin to fight against their hold, though I go nowhere. Seungcheol fights harder but he’s held back by the shoulders.

With a pounding heart, I continue to struggle but I’m carried towards the side of the boat.

“Please,” Seungcheol begs with tears falling, “I can give you whatever you want. I, I have money. You can have my boat. Anything but her.”

I feel my own cheeks become wet with tears but in the back of my mind, I know exactly why this is happening. And I hate myself for it.

“I want nothing.” Our captor simply shrugs, Seungcheol’s cries not affecting him at all, “Except for your pain.” He finishes and pointedly looks at me. When his steely eyes meet mine, he smiles crookedly and the coldest shiver runs down my spine.

I divert my eyes to Seungcheol who is screaming and fighting against the men who hold him back. I try to catch my breath but before I have a chance to say anything, the two men lift me over the railing and drop me into the rushing water.

The cold water tightly wraps its fist around me and I fight to swim upwards but the current overpowers my efforts and drags me further below the surface. The necklace around my neck floats upwards and I’m reminded of who is above the water’s surface. Not wanting to leave Seungcheol alone, I continue to fight against the current. Just when I think I’ve pulled myself out of the current’s grasp, a strong force quite literally punches me in the stomach, sending me backwards into blackness.

My eyes snap open and I sit up in a panic. The only sounds are my heavy breathing and the echo of my pounding heart in my ears. Feeling the soft fabric that surrounds me, I realize I’m just in my bed and run a hand through my hair. My cheeks are wet with tears and I quickly wipe them away. Looking around, I squint as my blinds do a terrible job of keeping the sunlight out. The clock on my bedside table reads 1:24pm.

I groan and throw myself back onto the mattress. Subconsciously, I rub my wrist as the burning still lingers while I try to settle my racing heart. With sleep abandoning me in the middle of my nighttime, I give up the efforts and clamber out of bed. I walk out of my bedroom while slipping a light robe on.

My office is alight with the bright sunlight and I can see the dust particles floating around in the air as I descend the stairs from my connected bedroom. Immediately, a bottle of champagne on my desks greets me with its green melancholy. I quickly pick it up and raise it to my lips but frown when not even a drop falls from the bottle’s mouth.

Slamming the bottle down, the collision echos into the still air.

'Don’t drink so much out here.’ Seungcheol’s voice rings in my mind. 'We don’t know if the next port will have any alcohol.’ He says, followed by his chuckle.

I cover my ears and shake my head to get rid of the memory.

'Next year, I’ll buy you the most expensive and best champagne that you will never be able to drink another kind.’ Another memory surfaces and this time the shadow of his arms wraps around my waist.

With a scream of frustration, I grab the champagne bottle and chuck it. It hits an empty space on the wall and shatters into hundreds of pieces. As the pieces fall and tinkle against the floors, the fragments of Seungcheol’s voice fade as well.

With a heavy heart, I let my feet wander wherever they please, too tired to fight my body’s desire. The hallways are quiet and the sunlight warms up my skin, ridding it of the cold water memory.

When my feet stop, I’m standing at the base of the main staircase in the lobby. The place I landed and woke up at after I passed out in the water. I wrap my arms around myself as the feeling of cold water returns.

My senses return to the memory and I’m submerged in the past.

The coughing that raked through my chest. Yong and Jiwoo rushing towards me with Mun Hee and Soon Bok not far behind with multiple towels in their hands.

All of them wrapping me in the towels and drying me off. My struggle against them to get back to the living world. To get back to Seungcheol. My employees holding me in place. Yong bringing out a notecard.

The words of the note card burying my heart under 100 tons of concrete.

“Do it again, and we will not be so kind.”

I had disobeyed the Gods’ conditions and I had paid for it. As I move my heel over the spot, another memory surfaces.

'Heels are no good on a boat, (y/n).’ Seungcheol had said, kneeling in front of me and placing my heel back on my foot, 'We need to buy you a pair of flatter shoes.’

'As long as I still look good and they don’t look like trash.’ I had said.

'I’ll find the best ones for you.’ Seungcheol promised with a wide smile.

Anger begins to bubble inside of me. I had it so good with Seungcheol. I was happy with him. So why did I disobey the Gods’ order and ruin everything?

Why did I toss the note card that said 'Time to leave.’ into the trash?

Why did I think I could run away from the Gods?

Why wasn’t I thinking?

“Stupid.” I exclaim, kicking the bottom stair. It causes a low throbbing in my foot but I ignore it, too frustrated to linger on it.

The doors to the front check in room creak open and a pair of dress shoes clicks against the tiles.

“Oh, (y/n).” Jiwoo’s pace quickens slightly to reach me faster, “What are you doing awake?”

I cross my arms, erasing all traces of my painful memories from my face, “I could ask the same of you. You should still be in your home, getting sleep for tonight.”

Jiwoo shrugs, unbothered by the fact that I answered his question with another question. “Well, I’ve been coming in early to make sure everything is in order for the next person who will take over for me once I leave.” He gives me a small nudge with his shoulder, “Not just any spirit can slide right into the human manager’s position.”

I look down at my feet and smile. Out of his family line, Jiwoo’s one of my favorites. Always thinking ahead and planning. Always willing to stand up to me when I’m moody. Plus he’s always willing to drive around the living world and take me to eat yummy foods. He’s a foodie.

“What will you do once I leave?” I wonder.

“Me?” Jiwoo scratches his neck, “You know, I haven’t thought about it much. I’ve been pretty busy with the hotel.”

“What do you want to do?” I reword my question, genuinely curious.

Jiwoo shrugs, “Travel maybe. I’ve heard so many stories from guests here about the beauties of the world and the history so it might be fun to experience them first hand.”

I nod, “That sounds like a solid plan.” I gather up my skirt and turn towards the elevators. “Call me when he’s ready.” I tell him before walking away without another word.

I spend the next many hours laying on the couch. Then sitting at my desk. Then cleaning the broken glass. Then sort of listening to Yong when she brings me the daily debrief. Then sitting on the stairs. Then staring out the window. Then dusting off my picture frames. Then back to the window.

The moon sits high in the sky and I have an unobstructed view of it as the cloudless sky passes by.

A small, timid knock barely makes it to my ears.

“Come in.” I call out to whoever’s on the other side.

The door opens and Soon Bok shuffles into my office. I smile at her, finding her change in demeanor amusing. Out in the hotel, she’s strict and not to be messed with. But in here, she’s nervous and unsure. “It’s been quite a while since you’ve visited me up here, Soon Bok.”

Soon Bok nervously nods, “I think the last time I was in here was the first time too.”

“What do you need?” I ask, hoping to end her nerve wracking visit.

“Jiwoo asked me to tell you that he’s taking Seungcheol to the garden.” She points her thumb behind her.

I nod, “Alright I’ll be there in a second. You can go.”

She bows and takes her leave quickly.

I walk over to my desk and press a hidden lever that opens a hidden compartment. From the compartment I pull out a jewelry box that I haven’t touched in ages. Opening it, I’m greeted with shine of the emerald necklace Seungcheol bought me. The one I was wearing when I was thrown overboard.

The one I had to beg the Gods to let me keep.

I close the lid and with the box in hand, I walk out of my office. The hotel buzzes with the midnight hustle and bustle but I ignore all of it and press on towards my destination.

When I enter the final hallway, I speed up a bit, the tears already filling my eyes. I enter the garden and my feet skid to a stop.

He’s not here.

But then he walks out from behind the tree, a hand running along its truck, his eyes inspecting the branches that spread out.

My heart lodges in my throat as he turns towards me. His eyes are still soft and full of emotion. His cheeks are still high and full. His lips are still set in the perfect shape. The only thing that causes me some pain are the shadows of scars that scatter his face and neck. The places where he’d been seriously injured in past lives.

I eye his forehead and there sits the shadow of the scar I caused.

“(y/n).” Seungcheol whispers my name but I hear it like he whispered it into my ear.

I set the jewelry box on the bench and cover my mouth with my hand, choking back a sob. In two seconds flat, he has me wrapped up in a tight embrace and my tears fall.

“You’re here.” He says, stroking my hair, “I’m here. I’m here.”

Seungcheol holds me as I sob, hundreds of years of guilt finally ripping out of my body. Even as my sobs subside, he still holds tightly onto me.

“So this is where we finally get to meet again.” Seungcheol mutters as I sniffle. “When my soul is at its end in the living world.”

I sniffle and focus on steadying my breath.

“I lived a lot of lives, did you know that?” He continues to talk.

I nod, still sniffling but not as frequently.

“A whole twenty two.” I can hear the smile on his lips, “I’d say that’s pretty good for a measly ship captain.”

I smile, his attempt to make me laugh a success.

“You weren’t measly.” I counter.

Seungcheol pulls away, “I couldn’t even buy you a home.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t need a home.”

He smiles and dries my cheeks. “I know but still.”

I release myself from him and sit on the bench, staring at the tree. Seungcheol follows suit without taking his eyes off of me.

“What happened that da-?” He wonders, scooting closer and his hand runs into the jewelry box. “What’s this?”

“Open it.” I instruct him and he does so.

Seungcheol’s eyes widen as the necklace comes into view, “I thought the sea took this.”

I shake my head, “Those pirates weren’t from this world.” I answer his original question of what happened that day on the sea, “I’m sure someone’s explained my punishment to you?” I check with him.

“Yong did this morning over breakfast.” Seungcheol nods. “It seemed fitting until I realized they controlled essentially when it ended.”

“We’re talking about thirteen souls. In my world, killing a single soul is like murdering at least 10 people in the living world.” I smile that he sort of took my side. “Anyway, a week before it all happened, the Gods had delivered a note saying it was time to leave you.” I continue on with the story, “But I had decided that I was going to stay with you because you made me that happy. So I threw the note away and thought I could run away so the Gods wouldn’t catch us.” I tuck my hands underneath my legs and lower my gaze to the floor. “I was reckless thinking that they wouldn’t find us. But they did. And they forced me to leave. When they dropped me in the sea, I tried to return to the surface, I swear I tried, but they used the currents to pull me back to the hotel.”

Seungcheol leans against the back of the bench in awe.

“Because I had disobeyed their conditions for my punishment, I was forced out and caused you all the more pain.” I say in a roundabout apology. “I never did it again.”

“How do you still have the necklace?” Seungcheol asks, glancing down at the open jewelry box in his lap.

“I begged.” I tell him, “I pleaded with the Gods to let me keep it even though I’d disobeyed them.”

Seungcheol lifts the necklace out of the box and my eyes follow it. “Thank goodness they did because I spent way too long searching for this for it to be tossed to the side because a girl was in love.” Without asking me to move, he places the necklace back on my neck and clasps it closed. “There. Back where it belongs.”

My hand instinctively goes to my neck to feel the metals and gems again.

“After you were,” Seungcheol clears his throat, unable to say the exact words, “I was immediately knocked unconscious. And when I woke up, I was laying on deck, my hands free of their binds. My men scattered around deck. The boat was docked in a port and had no evidence that any pirates had boarded. Now that you’re saying they weren’t from my world, it makes sense how they disappeared so quickly.”

He runs a hand through his hair, still fluffy and full. “We grieved after that. I grieved. Of course thinking you’d died. And you know, did the whole sha-bang and everything.”

I smile as love for this man swells in my chest. I had never once 'died’ in front of a love so Seungcheol’s the only one who held a funeral for me.

“What did you do after?” I asked, wanting to keep the conversations going, mainly so I could listen to him talk. Like how we used to spend days in the sun, him telling me stories of his previous travels while his small crew manned the ship.  

“I continued shipping goods from port to port with the crew.” Seungcheol recalls, “Nothing exciting.”

I rolled my eyes, his consistent I’m-not-really-that-interesting jab still present. “You never once met someone interesting?”

Seungcheol scrunches his nose in thought, “I mean, once met a young man named Samuel. Real spunky kid. He had run away from home and was looking for a job.”

Hoshi’s Samuel? I wonder. Did he keep the same name in a different life?

“We gave him one and he was the hardest working kid. Always helping out around the boat, always wanting to learn about every aspect of running a boat.” Seungcheol smiles at the memory, “He was also really athletic and flexible. Sometimes made me wonder if he was a dancer.”

My ears perk up immediately, “Maybe in one of his lives?” I suggest.

“That would make sense.” Seungcheol agreed, “Samuel was with us for about five years or so before some girl swept him off his feet. Literally.” He whispers into my ear with a giggle. “But he won’t tell you it that way.”

I laugh. “What about Yeon Woo?” I ask remembering some of his crews’ names.

“Yeon Woo?” Seungcheol says with some surprise that I remember his name. “Yeon Woo stayed with me for a while. He finally married the girl he had been with for ages. The one with glasses.” He adds for my benefit, “It sounds so silly now, but on the morning of his wedding, he went down to the water, poured two cups of alcohol, set one at the water’s edge, and just sat there.”

“For me?” I ask, eyes large, touched at Yeon Woo’s affection.

Seungcheol nods, “For you.” He confirms.

Yeon Woo had been Seungcheol’s right hand man and quickly became one of my closest friends. I’m sure he took my 'leave’ as hard as Seungcheol.

“He was always such a softie.” I lean on his shoulder and loop my arms around his.

“Who else?” Seungcheol wondered, “Oh, Ren!” He lists off the next member of his crew and proceeded to tell me stories he thought were memorable.

We went through all the members of his 5 man crew. Then we diverged into his life and what he went off to do.

He never married though he had a long list of attempts. He says it was cause all the potentials had wanted to move inland but he wanted to stay on the water. We chat about the different places he thought were remotely interesting and about the time he tried to eat a live octopus but chickened out when it stuck to the inside of his cheek. He had to pull it out with both hands.

I laugh when I hear the story. The image of Seungcheol struggling with a tiny octopus tentacle from his mouth being just too funny.

Seungcheol keeps me laughing, constantly telling me how much he loves the sound of my laughter. Even as the sun dips low in the western sky, we can’t seem to stop giggling.

As our laughter dies down, Seungcheol stares into the sun and sighs.

“So, now it’s my turn, huh.” He mutters thoughtfully.

I look at him confused for a second before the setting sun closes the lid on my bliss. “We could-”

“We are not disobeying the Gods again.” Seungcheol cuts me off before I could even finish, “You did it once and look how that turned out. I’m not letting you do it again.”

I pout and he nuzzles his nose into my hair.

“We’re going to do it right this time.” He mumbles.

“This way is sucky.” I pout and Seungcheol chuckles.

“Come on.” He whispers and places a kiss on my head before helping me up to my feet along with himself.

“Are you not sad that you’re leaving me?” I wonder as I search his eyes for even a hint of sadness.

Seungcheol smiles softly, “I am but then I see those.” He nods towards the chrysanthemums sitting at the base of the tree, “And they remind me that you have others to wait for. And they love you as much as I do.” He grabs my hand tightly, “So in reality, I’m quite happy that you were loved so much.”

I smile as his words slowly seep in. 13 loves is a lot. Not every soul spends all their lives loving a person so one could say I am pretty fortunate in that aspect. Though the way I encountered this love fortune was not fortunate.

Seungcheol turns and I let him lead me out of the garden. On our way we run into Mun Hee who just happened to be sweeping around the doorway for transfers.

“Just one more question.” Mun Hee quickly says before I can even open my clenched jaw.

Seungcheol chuckles, loving my employee. “Alright, one more.”

Mun Hee smiles brightly, “What was (y/n) like?” He asks, glancing at me.

I relax my shoulders and roll my eyes. Of course he would want to know what I was like. Was I the same? Was I somehow vastly different?

“Weren’t you around?” Seungcheol questions.

Mun Hee readjusts his posture, “She’s different when she’s not inside the hotel. In here, she’s… her.” He says as if he’s obscenely offended that I would change personalities.

I scrunch my face at him in annoyance as Seungcheol answers.

“She was… herself.” He finishes, looking over at me and squeezing my hand.

I smile and we walk around Mun Hee, continuing towards the awaiting car.

“I like him.” Seungcheol comments with a glance back, “You should keep him for a while.”

“I have to keep him. He’s assigned to work here.” I inform him and I step from the firm concrete to the soft dirt path.

“You’ll be okay here?” Seungcheol asks as we step closer to the car.

I nod, tears already lining my eyes. “I think so.”

“You won’t mourn for me for too long?” He asks and meets my gaze. His eyes sad but tearless, wanting to be strong for me who still has time left.

I shake my head, not trusting my voice to be stable.

“And you’ll tell the next fella that I say thank you?” He continues.

“For what?” I stutter out.

“For loving you just as much as I did.” Seungcheol says and a tear slips down my cheek. But before it ever reaches my chin, he wipes it away with his thumb.

I nod and wordlessly, Seungcheol lowers his lips down to meet mine. The warmth of the kiss wipes away all traces of the cold memories and my senses are filled with just him. When he pulls away, I have to fight the urge to pull him back. Partly because Shin is watching but also because Seungcheol’s holding my arms to my sides, as if he is already guessing I would try.

He presses a final kiss to my forehead and I close my eyes, trying to memorize every detail of the moment. How his lips are pressed firmly to my skin. How his hands tighten ever so slightly around my arms. How he’s close enough that I can hear the echo of his heart beat, beating strong and proud.

I keep my eyes close as he pulls away and releases my arms. I only open them when he steps away and towards the car.

Shin gives Seungcheol a curt nod, holding the door open for him. Seungcheol returns the nod and slides into the car without another glance back. But I’m grateful for it, because if he did turn around, I wouldn’t have stayed still.

With a hand gripping my necklace, I watch with fresh tears as the car drives forward and disappears into the fog.

I don’t bother to wipe away the tears the same way I don’t bother to acknowledge the fact that I’m one love closer to ending my punishment. Or the fact that back in my garden, one chrysanthemum sinks to the ground as its life leaves and follows Seungcheol.

I know I’ll mourn his leaving for days. But it’s something I need to do alone. So I turn back towards the hotel and walk inside to allow myself to grieve. Then wait for the others to arrive.

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“So this time, I’m leaving with you?” Seungcheol asks the air while staring into the overly bright sunset.

I nod, “This time we do it together. And not against our will.”

Seungcheol chuckles, “Sometimes I think that we laugh too much.”

I stand up, hands on my hips, “I can erase all laughter if you want?” I raise an eyebrow as he also rises to his feet, shaking his head.

“Nope, laughing is good.” Seungcheol says and grabs my hand. “Are you ready to say goodbye to your staff?”

My heart suddenly feels heavier as I remember that I’m leaving for good. “No. But I have to.” I say and hold my head up.

“We’ll do it together.” He reminds me as we walk out of the garden.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

“So this is it?” Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. “This is the day you leave us?”

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he’s being so sappy. “Maybe I’ll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year.” I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

“Don’t you dare say that. You better not return here.” He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, “I won’t come back. I promise.”

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should’ve done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family’s service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

“When you leave today, you won’t be able to find this place again.” I inform him, “I hope that you’ll be able to go and live your life happily.”

Jiwoo nods, “Thank you for letting me work with you. I won’t ever forget you.”

I smile sadly, “You will. But thank you.”

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

“You’d think after all these years of waiting that I’d be prepared for this day.” She says through sniffles.

“Thank you, Yong.” I rests my hands on her shoulders, “For everything. Thank you.”

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

“Keep this hotel running beautifully.” I tell her before Seungcheol grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Seungcheol and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

“(y/n).” He says when we reach him, “It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest.” Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

“The honor was mine.” I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I’m free. I served my years of punishment and now I’m free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel’s many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

“(y/n)?” Seungcheol softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, “Are you ready?”

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Seungcheol securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

나는 그의 연락처를 바꾸는 것으 잊었다. I forgot to change his contact name.

Description: During an appearance on a talk show about all things woman, YouTuber (y/n) reveals some cute relationship facts about her relationship with Seventeen’s Seungcheol. The hosts asked to call him and then his voice appeared in the interview as he’s asked a couple questions about you.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Seungcheol x Fem!Youtuber!Reader
Word Count: 2.3k

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“Alright,” Sook, one of the panelists clapped her hands together, “Shall we move onto the next topic?”

My hands got a little sweaty with nerves, “This is the topic I’m most nervous about.” I commented, looking at the other women sitting at the camera facing tables.

“The fans love ‘Inside My Phone.’” Narae said and I couldn’t deny that because I also really enjoyed watching this segment also.

A staff member handed me my phone and I looked to Sook who had a cord that would display my phone on the screen behind me.

“This,” She said, holding the cord in front of her face, “Is the magically cord that will reveal what is on your phone. Are you ready, (y/n)?” She asks me with a quirked eyebrow.

I let out an airy chuckle, “I hope so.” I tried to burst all the bubbles of nervousness but they still bubbled.

“I’m so curious!” Oh My Girl’s Seunghee squealed excitedly from the spot next to Narae as Sook handed me the cord and I plugged it into my phone.

“Won’t it be similar to what’s on your phone?” Youngja wondered.

Seunghee shook her head, “Youtubers and singers are similar but she’s totally different than me.” She explained, “Plus, she might have cute photos with her boyfriend.”

Narae clapped her hands, “Right! You don’t have anything we should be worried about, right?” She asked her heavily hinted question, tilting her head down and rapidly blinked her eyes.

I shook my hands and head, but played into her joke. “There aren’t any. I double checked last night.” Though, there were never any naughty pictures on my phone to start with. We kept those somewhere else ().

“So, should we start then?” Sook asked everyone once the PD’s gave us the clear connection for my phone.

“First up, your lock screen.” Narae reads from her cue cards.

I awakened my phone and my lock screen shined up at me. The picture of Seungcheol and I surrounded by cherry blossoms graced my phone screen, only the time and date distorting the picture. The memory of the day made me smile and made the others coo.

“As expected.” Youngja nodded her head in approval.

“When was this taken?” Sook asked me with curiosity.

“Mmmm, about…” I trailed off in thought, trying to pinpoint when we took this photo, “3-4 months ago, I think…” I answered her and gave her a slightly apologetic look for not remembering more clearly.

“Yah, that’s so cute.” Seunghee sighed, staring at the screen. I nearly blushed from all the compliments about us.

“Next, if you would unlock your phone.” Sook pressed forward and I quickly followed her instructions. “What’s the most recent photo you took?” She finished her part.

“Uh…” I opened my photos app, “Like selfie or screenshot or…?”
“Selfie.” Seunghee piped up excitedly.

I smiled at her answer and scanned my pictures for the last selfie I took. Which just happened to also have Seungcheol in it. I clicked on it and it filled my screen.

In it, Seungcheol has his post-practice face smooshed up against my left cheek and my face shows a smile of shock that he had done that. In the background, however, are a few of the members doing some interesting things.

“Stop being so cute!” Youngja exclaimed and swatted her hands in my direction.

“Can you explain what is happening?” Narae wondered and I nodded.

“A few days ago, I went to pick Seungcheol up for a small date and he was a little sweaty.” I explained, “But he had asked to use my camera to fix his hair. Then he smooshed his cheek against mine and took the picture.”

“All sweaty?” Sook asked.

I nodded with a laugh, “Yeah. It was gross.”

“But the picture is cute.” Narae complimented.

“But what is happening in the background?” Seunghee asked, pointing up to the screen with a little bit of worry.

I squinted at my phone and zoomed in on the background where Hoshi and DK were caught posing in some really weird ways and Vernon and Woozi just stare at them with their arms crossed over their chests.

“Ah, I think that’s Hoshi and DK, uhm, yeah, I don’t really know what they’re doing.” I laughed, “Probably some thing that only makes sense in their minds.”

“They sure are characters.” Sook chuckled. “Shall we continue on?”

I nodded, ready to get Hoshi and DK’s weird poses off my screen.

“Last song or album you downloaded onto your phone.” Narae said.

“That’s easy.” I opened my music app and scrolled down a bit, “It was Monsta X’s new album.” I tapped on the album but Seunghee’s squeal made me quickly swipe back.

“OH!” She covered her mouth with her hand, “You have our album on your phone?”

I scrolled down a little more and there it sat. “Yeah, I really enjoyed it.” I told her with a smile.

“Wait, how did you see that? It was like not even halfway visible.” Sook wondered, looking at Seunghee with bewildered eyes.

“An artist knows their album cover from anywhere.” I said, recalling the many times Seungcheol would point out their new release from a ridiculous distance away.

“Exactly.” Seunghee said smugly, liking the fact that I defended her, “I could find our albums anywhere.”

“Don’t test her, Seunghee.” Narae warned her as Sook pointed a playfully threatening finger at her.

“I really like their album.” Youngja said absentmindedly and we all whipped our heads toward her, “The Monsta X album.” She clarified, pointing up at the screen.

We all dropped our jaws slightly in realization and chuckled.

“Next question: what is the last text message you received?” Sook tapped her cue cards against the table and my heartbeat jumped.

“Uh, last text message I received…” I said slowly, and opened my messages app. Preparing for it to be a really embarrassing conversation in the group chat, I’m relieved when my most recent conversation is a private conversation with Seungcheol.

“Cheollie?” Narae read out his name and I almost bursted into laughter. He definitely told me to change his contact name yesterday and I definitely forgot. Oh, he was going to be so pouty when this show aired.

“I forgot to change his contact name.” I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. “He’s going to be pouty.”

“Why?” Youngja wondered, “It’s cute!”

“Hey, you sound like a fangirl.” Narae pointed at Youngja with a laugh.

“I’m just stating facts.” Youngja defended herself.

“What did Seungcheol send you?” Sook wondered, ignoring the other two women.

“Uh, he said,” I opened the conversation and the last message he sent made my heart fill with love.

'Hey, you, I don’t remember when you said your filming thing is but good luck! You’ll do amazing! Call me when you’re done and we can do something. Love you!’

Seunghee giggled and Narae and Sook put their hands over their hearts and leaned back in their chairs. Youngja just awed at the message. It was a little weird having such large reactions to a simple, pretty normal, text message so all I could do was laugh at the awkward position I was in.

“Ya, I don’t think any of my friends get messages like that and they’re married!” Sook said, regaining some of her composure. Seunghee was still very much still in the feels.

“It’s pretty normal for us.” I told her, “We don’t do it often but if we know the other has a really big schedule, we’ll send supportive messages like that.”

“By chance,” Narae started with an unexplainable excitement in her eyes, “Do you think you could call him?”

I paused to glance at the PD’s behind the cameras but they were saying it was okay to go off script.

“If he’s free.” Sook added, quickly taking in my silence, “If he’s busy, we don’t want to bother him.”

“I don’t think he has anything going on today.” I tried to recall if he told me of any plans he had for the day, “I can try calling him.”

Narae and Sook clapped their hands for me while I tapped on Seungcheol’s profile picture and hit the call button before turning it on speaker.

We all sat in silence, listening to the first ring. Then the second. Then the third.

“Maybe he’s busy…” Seunghee whispered.

“Maybe his phone’s off.” Youngja suggested.

I shook my head, “He doesn’t really turn his ringer off if he-”

The receiver picking up cut me off.

“Hey, love.” Seungcheol’s deep voice rings through the phone. “Are you already finished?”

All four women got really giddy and their jaws dropped open.

“No, not yet.” I answered him before he got worried. “Do you have time to call? Are you busy?” I asked.

“I’m not busy. I’m just hanging out at the dorm.” He told me and I felt relief spread across my shoulders. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I chuckled at his question, “We’re just recording and we are doing 'Inside My Phone’ segment. They saw the text you sent and wanted to call you.”

“Ah, that text.” He chuckled over the phone in embarrassment. “Wait! That means you’re recording right now?”

“Yeah.” I told him and he instantly cleared his throat.

“Hello, I’m Seventeen’s leader, S.Coups. Also known as YouTuber (y/n)’s boyfriend, Choi Seungcheol. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself with his leader voice and I nearly busted a lung from laughing.

“Nice to meet you, S.Coups.” Sook said, getting closer to my phone. “I’m Kim Sook and Park Narae, Lee Youngja, and Oh My Girl’s Seunghee are also with me.”

“Seunghee’s there?” Seungcheol asked, clearly surprised.

“Yes I am, sunbae!” Seunghee jumped up with excitement.

“Oh, Seunghee, I didn’t know you’d be on the show.” Seungcheol commented.

“(y/n) didn’t tell you, sunbae?” Seunghee asked, shooting me a glance but I just shrugged. I didn’t even know she was coming until I showed up for the recording.

“No, but I don’t think she knew.” Seungcheol explained and I clicked my tongue.

“S.Coups.” Narae spoke up, “(y/n) said that you guys send texts to each other before big events.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Seungcheol said.

“So when was the last time she sent you a text like that?” Narae finished her question.

“Uh…” Seungcheol trailed off in thought, “Last month when I had my first solo magazine shoot.” He answered and the studio erupted in reactions.

“Yahhh. You two seem to match each other really well.” Sook commented and Seungcheol let out an embarrassed laugh.

“What is your favorite thing about (y/n)?” Narae suddenly asked, turning the show into a special on our relationship.

“This suddenly?” Seungcheol chuckled nervously.

“You don’t have to answer.” I quickly tried to save him from having to answer it but he decided to answer anyway.

“No, no, it’s fine. It was just unexpected.” Seungcheol said and took a couple seconds to collect his thoughts, “Well, my favorite thing would have to be how considerate she is.”

“Can you explain that?” Sook wondered and I lightly smacked her arm while giving her a 'why?’ expression.

“She’s just very caring towards everyone.” Seungcheol explained, “The Seventeen members, our staff, other staff, and even the fans. She’s very kind to them.”

“That’s right. She is really kind.” Sook nodded her head in agreement and patted my shoulder.

There was some noise on his end of the line and I leaned forward to take over the conversation again.

“Everything good?” I asked, knowing the noise was probably the other members talking to him.

“Yeah, but I think I’m going to have to go. I’m being summoned by Woozi to fix some lyrics or something.” Seungcheol said with an apology laced into his tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” I told him, “I’ll call you when I get done.”

“Okay, sounds good.” He replied, “Thank you Sook, Narae, Youngja, and Seunghee! (y/n), have fun!”

We all said bye before I hung up the call. After settling back into their chairs, Sook was the first to speak.

“That was so nice that he was able to talk for a little bit.” Sook commented, scooting closer to the table.

“It was.” I mirrored her content.

“So, tell us, (y/n),” Narae turned to me, “Do you have any big projects coming up?”

“Of course, I have many projects planned for the next few months.” I teased her with a smile, “But they’re all secrets for now.”

Seunghee let out a small whine, “Can’t you tell us about one of them? Like just who it’s going to be with?”

“Yeah,” Sook agreed, “Just give us a little hint. A tiny baby hint.”

Youngja sat in her chair nodding aggressively.

I rested my hand over my lips, contemplating if I can or if I should. Glancing at my manager, she gave me a small shrug of indifference.

“Okay, I’ll give you three hints for certain upcoming videos.” I caved and the others clapped in excitement. I listed off the hints with my hands, “First hint is shopping. Second hint is colors. Third hint is boyfriend.” I said and then clamped my mouth shut, not giving any other information.

“That’s it? You’re not going to explain?” Youngja said with a pout.

“She can’t do that.” Sook calmed the other woman, “They’re hints. The fans have to try and guess, right?”

“Right, that’s how hints work.” I nodded, confirming Sook’s guess.

“Well, thank you for coming, for talking with us, and for giving us those hints.” Narae began the ending. “We’ll see you at the Girl’s Table next week.”

“On Wednesday night.” Sook continued.

“At 8:45.” Seunghee stated the time.

“On KBS!” Youngja finished and we all smiled and waved at the camera.

Once the cameras were off, I moved to pull the cord out of my phone. But just as I do so, a text from Seungcheol lit up the screen.

It read, “You did remember to change my contact name, right?”

Description: It’s finals week and you join them on a study date.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff

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“Whatcha studying?” Seungcheol asks, coming up behind you, peering over your shoulder, and placing a coffee cup down for you. His cup remaining in his hand. “Chemistry?” He asks after two seconds of reading over your notes and the textbook page.

You sigh heavily and reach for the coffee cup, “Unfortunately.”

“I’d say.” He chuckles and reclaims his seat. “Is it a big final?” He asks and opens his laptop.

You nod, “It’s over the whole semester and don’t even get me started on that.”

“Why not?” Seungcheol nods his head with confusion.

“My professor is the only professor in the entire department who’s making us take a final on the entire semester.” You roll your eyes while explaining. Seungcheol listens but his eyes are trained on your notebook, attempting to figure them out. “I mean like we’re all in the same class but why is mine the only- ugh.” You groan and lean back in your chair.

“Uh huh….” Seungcheol drawls absentmindedly, “Hey question, how is your brain not mush? I mean does all of that make sense? With all the levels and the things and all?” He asks with his hands emphasizing his words.

Your eyes snap to his in surprise at the conversation switch. “Uh… I mean I guess it makes sense?” You say as more of a question because his questions majorly confused you, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be studying it.” 

Seungcheol pouts in thought, “Yeah, but like how does THAT make sense?” He asks and points towards what’s written on your notebook page. “Or that?” He points to another spot.

“Well, this,” You tap the first spot he pointed at, “Is a diagram of one of the molecules that bonds with another molecule but I haven’t figured out how yet. And this,” You point to his second curious spot, “Is the doodle I drew while watching the dullest review video I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Oh, yeah, no that I’m looking closer, that doesn’t look like anything remotely close to chemistry.” He says, a wide smile taking over his features and a laugh erupts from the two of you.

Wonwoo

“How many hours have we been here for?” Wonwoo lays his head against his arm that lays flat on the table. 

You check your phone for the time and do some simple math in your head, “8 hours.”

“Ugh.” He groans and lets his face fall off his arm and onto the table. 

You glance over at him in amusement before going back to writing out more review notes. 

“I’m so tired.” He mumbles against the table.

“Take a nap here.” You tell him, not looking away from your studying. To be honest, you were in a groove and you didn’t want to leave, knowing the second you do, the urge to study will be chucked out the window.

Wonwoo grumbles. Leaning back in his chair, he opens his literature class’s final book, and rests the open book over his eyes. You don’t hear another word from him so you assume he’s taken your advice and is trying to nap.

But a minute later, his voice alerts you that he is still awake. “I don’t think this is working.” He says, a laugh just under the surface.

You look up and immediately smack a hand to your forehead but if he looked closely, there is a ghost of a smile on your lips. It pulls a laugh out of him and he tilts his head down, catching the book as it slides off his face.

“That’s not what- you know that only works in the movies, right?” You lower your hand and question him.

Wonwoo shrugs, “It was worth a shot.”

You smile at his sudden playfulness, “Let me finish this powerpoint of notes and then we get out of here.”

He nods happily, “Deal.”

Mingyu

“I got it! I got it!” Mingyu exclaims happily and pumping a fist into the air.

“Nice!” You glance up at the excited puppy and smile in congrats. He’s been trying to solve this problem for the past hour. Using different theories and methods and he refused to look at the answer key for explanation. 

“Annnnnd, on to the next one.” He rests the tip of his pen against the paper while reading over the next question in his review packet. 

You return to your studying but a few minutes later, you can’t help but look up at Mingyu as he works through to find the answer. With his torso and head scrunched up it looks like he’s about to literally dive into his notebook. You watch as his lips mouth the progress he’s done so far before stopping. He grabs the eraser and frantically erases the work he’s just done as it isn’t correct.

Putting his eraser back to the side, he notices you staring and peers up at you, “What’s up?” He asks, wondering if you needed anything from him.

You shake your head gently, “You’re cute when you’re studying.” 

A blush creeps onto his cheeks and he smiles in embarrassment. You smile at his embarrassment.

“Stahp.” Mingyu whines, a hand covering his cheek. “I’m trying to study.”

“What?” You chuckle, “It’s true!”

“Yeah, I mean I know, but since you said it I won’t be able to focus.” He complains with a pout. 

You roll your eyes, “You will be fine, Kim Mingyu.” You wag a finger at him, gesturing for his focus to return down to his notes, “Back to it.”

Looking back down to your notes without waiting for his response, you begin writing out a passage in attempts to memorize it. Mingyu quickly writes something on a piece of paper, folds it over, and slides it over to you. You pick it, sending him a look but he’s already back to solving his problem. 

Opening it, it reads, “Just so you know, you’re cute when you’re studying too.”

Vernon

“What did you get? What did you get?” You grip your notebook to your chest and look at Vernon in excitement. You were certain that you got the correct answer this time and you wanted to know if Vernon got the same answer as you did.

“I got…” Vernon says, finishing up what he is writing, “This.” He finishes and turns his notebook towards you. You also set your notebook down next to his.

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “That’s not right…”

“Yes it is.” Vernon argues, “I remember that lecture like it was yesterday.”

“No, it’s not.” You stand your ground and point to your notebook, “This is the right answer.”

Vernon scoffs, “No it’s not. It’s- Oh my god.” He suddenly stops and starts laughing.

“What?” You ask, hoping he’ll explain before his infectious laughter pulls one out of you. 

“We’re both wrong.” He manages through laughs, then points to your notebook, “You got this part wrong,” He points towards the top of your answer and then points to the bottom of his answer, “And I got this area wrong.”

You realize that what he says is correct and cover your mouth with a fist to hide the embarrassed laughter but it still manages to slip out. Vernon also continues to laugh at your mistake. 

“How are we that dumb?” You asks, rhetorically, when the laughter dies down. Each of you retrieves your notebook back.

“I have no idea.” Vernon answers and shakes his head, “But let’s hope we don’t make that mistake on the test.”

“No kidding.” You agree, “Ugh, I really thought I knew the answer.”

Vernon gestures towards your notebook and bounces his head side to side, “Well, I mean, you were close.”

S.Coups:

Your heart was still racing as you slid under the duvet, coming face to face with Seungcheol. As your eyes met, you both could only smile as you realised you weren’t alone.

After a few moments, Seungcheol reached under the duvet and took your hand. “I can’t believe that we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight, together.”

A hum of agreement came from you, “this is much comfier than home.”

“That’s because I’m here,” Seungcheol teased as he pulled you closer towards you. “Your head is usually where I put my laptop when I’m talking to you before I go to sleep you know.”

“And is having me here better than that?”

His head nodded immediately in reply to your question, “I still feel like I’m dreaming looking at you right now, it feels like someone’s about to pull you away and send you back home again.”

“Not this time,” you grinned back at him, “Korea really is my home now.”

Seungcheol let go of a chuckle as he kept trying to get things to sink in. “You might have to keep saying that for a little to make me believe it.”

“I can say that Korea is my home as much as you want.”

Jeonghan:

The moment your eyes landed on Jeonghan, your pace picked up, pushing the trolley a little faster to get to him, noticing him waving so you knew where to run to.

As soon as you were close enough, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Welcome home,” he whispered into your ear whilst squeezing your frame.

Your grip was tight too, letting go of a deep breath. “I’m so glad I’m here.”

“Have you packed enough?” Jeonghan laughed, pulling away from you and noticing your three cases stacked up on your trolley. “I don’t think I need to worry about you forgetting something.”

“This is home, I needed to have everything.”

His smile was wide as he teased you, offering to push your trolley for you. “It’s heavy too,” he sighed, digging his heels into the ground to get it moving towards where his car was parked.

“Just wait until you have to carry these upstairs,” you joked, “then you’ll moan.”

His eyes rolled as he remembered the journey that he had up to the dorm. “It’s a good job that we have lifts in apartment blocks these days for these things.”

“You’re so dramatic, they’re not even that heavy.”

Joshua:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked into Joshua’s room, noticing several pieces of memorabilia scattered around the place, all with your country’s flag on.

As your eyes shot around to look at him, his laughter got louder. “I thought that having these here would remind you of home,” he smiled back at you.

Your head shook as he spoke, “why do I want a giant flag up in my room?”

“Doesn’t it feel homely? Cosy?” Joshua teased as he walked across to you, “I even managed to find a snow globe for your bedside table, I didn’t even realise they made these with flags on.”

“Please tell me this is a welcome prank.”

He didn’t say a word, but his smile let you know that he was up to mischief, poking against his chest. “Did you really think that I was just going to let you move in without annoying you?”

“You’re the worst,” you sighed, “if anyone should know how I feel then it’s you.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “that’s exactly why I did this, it cheered you up and stopped you worrying about home for a moment.”

“I hate to say it, but you’ve got a good point there.”

Jun:

The sound of your name mentioned shouted brought you out of your bedroom, running into the living room where you found Junhui waiting for you with a smile.

He beckoned you over before taking your hand, unfolding it. “You can’t officially move in without this,” he smiled before placing a keychain in your hand.

Your eyes looked down, noticing a single key attached to it, “for this place?”

“Exactly,” he proudly replied to you, watching you study the keyring that was on it too. “I thought I would get something simple so that you can always spot which of the keys are yours.”

“There must be a lot of keys around here.”

Junhui nodded as you placed your keys into your pocket, “most of the other keys have car keys and studio keys on too, but I thought you could still do with something to jazz them up a bit.”

“They’re perfect,” you assured him, “I’m honoured to have my own key to this place.”

He took a step towards you, placing his hands against your waist. “This is your home now too, and I, and the boys are all really happy to have you here.”

“Me too, I’m really excite for my new adventure.”

Hoshi:

His eyes looked to you in confusion as the last of your boxes came up the stairs, struggling to believe why there was so little in front of the two of you for you to move with.

As you began to open the boxes, Soonyoung remained stood still. “How are you going to live here with so little?” He asked you, unable to make sense of it.

Your eyes flickered to Soonyoung as he spoke, “I’ve got more coming across.”

“Are your family sending some more of your belongings later?” Soonyoung asked you, hoping that they would. You had packed the bare minimum; a lot less than he was ever expecting to see.

“There should be a few more things next week.”

His head nodded as he began to help you unpack the boxes, “you know you can raid my wardrobe, cupboards, whatever you want until more of your stuff comes, you need to survive.”

“I was planning on doing that anyway,” you teased, “I’ve already spotted a hoodie I like.”

His eyes rolled as you smirked back at him. “Maybe I should be the one thinking of buying new things rather than you if this is how it’s going to be.”

“You did just say I could raid your wardrobe.”

Wonwoo:

Your eyes looked around in awe as Wonwoo led you closer and closer to the river, stunned by the high-rise buildings and busy roads that the two of you walked down.

Every so often his eyes looked at you, making sure that you were still enjoying yourself. “How does it feel to call this place home as you walk around now?”

Your eyes looked to him as he spoke, “right now it feels very surreal to me.”

“It makes my stomach knot every time I think about the fact that this is home for you now,” Wonwoo confessed, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t have to send you home this time.”

“It’s nice walking around, I can really take it all in.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “there’s so many places around here that I want to show you. Usually we don’t have time, but now we have all the time in the world to do it.”

“I’m excited,” you promised, “the boys have mentioned some good spots to me too.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, shaking his head, “whatever you do don’t listen to them. They’ll just want to take you out and get you drunk; I know what they’re like.”

“It’s not as if I have to worry about missing a flight anymore.”

Woozi:

You followed nervously behind Jihoon as he walked you through into the kitchen, introducing you to where everything was as you tried your best to take it all in.

As his eyes flickered back, he was quick to notice you hanging behind him. “Are you alright? Am I going to fast?” He worried, offering his hand out for you to hold.

Your head shook as you caught up to Jihoon, “this is just busy, and super big.”

“It’s a kitchen for a lot of people,” Jihoon smiled as he carried on moving you around to some of the cupboards. “We pretty much just share everything anyway; you don’t need to worry about that.”

“What if I break something that belongs to the boys.”

Jihoon’s head shook back at you, “honestly, we just replace it, there’s nothing sentimental in here. I know you’re worried and nervous, but I promise you that this is just a normal kitchen.”

“I’m terrified,” you admitted to him, “this doesn’t quite feel like my home as well yet.”

Jihoon’s arm snaked securely around your waist, “it will soon feel like your home as well, we’ll get you used to things soon enough and feeling settled.”

“I’m sure that I’ll settle, I think I just need time.”

DK:

The smile on Seokmin’s face had you chuckling once again as you caught him staring across at you, picking one of the cushions up from the sofa and throwing it at him.

He quickly caught it, laughing even louder than he was before. “I keep feeling as if I need to ask someone to pinch me,” he suddenly spoke up towards you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in his direction, “do you feel as if you’re dreaming?”

“Exactly that,” he proudly replied to you. “Do you know how many times I’ve sat on this sofa wondering what it would be like one day if you were able to sit here with me too?”

“I was just joking; I didn’t think you were being serious.”

Seokmin’s head nodded as he scooted closer towards you. “I do the same everywhere, laying in bed, cooking in the kitchen, there’s loads of things that I’ve thought of us doing together.”

“I can’t believe you,” you smiled, “I never had you down to be someone like that.”

The smile that Seokmin had widened too, “there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, plenty of surprises too, especially now that we’re living together.”

“I’m excited to see where else you’ve dreamt about me.”

Mingyu:

His eyes kept watching you as you brought your chopsticks up to your mouth yet again, humming in delight at how good the food tasted that Mingyu had bought you both.

As soon as you looked to him as well, he cleared his throat. “I was worried that maybe I’d order something that you don’t like,” he admitted, explaining his stare.

Your head shook with a chuckle, “you know I have eaten Korean before, right?”

“I do,” he smiled in reply to you, “but now you’re here it’s something you’re going to have to eat every day. I want to make sure that I take note of the foods that you really like.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, I eat anything.”

Mingyu’s smile widened as you took another mouthful out of the dish, “I just want you to be comfortable,” he added, “I know that it’s probably all a little overwhelming right now.”

“Mingyu,” you began, reaching for his hand, “I’m happy, you don’t need to fret so much.”

His head nodded, listening to everything that you had to say. “I don’t want you to end up changing your mind, I’d hate for you to go back home now.”

“I’m not going anywhere; this is my home now.”

The8:

You carried on following Minghao around the place as he opened up one of the kitchen cupboards, allowing you to take a look in as you recognised much of what was inside.

His smile was wide as your eyes looked to him to be sure. “I thought we could have a home cupboard, keep it filled with snacks that you have back at home.”

Your head shook in disbelief back at Minghao, “have you thought of everything?”

“Food was something that I missed when I first moved here,” Minghao explained to you, “I thought whenever you feel homesick, you can grab a snack to make yourself feel better.”

“That’s such a great idea, I’ll be raiding this constantly.”

His head nodded, relieved that you had loved his idea as much as he hoped you would. “I hope you don’t just raid it because you’re feeling homesick all the time though, that won’t be good.”

“I’ll raid it whenever,” you assured him, “definitely when I’m not feeling homesick as well.”

Minghao’s arm moved around you as he closed up the cupboard again. “All you have to do is tell me when it’s getting empty, and I’ll order you some more bits.”

“That’s the perfect final touch to our home Minghao.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes watched in confusion as Seungkwan tore a couple of post its down from his wall, intrigued as to what he had on them as you made yourself comfortable.

As he turned back around and looked at you, he could tell that you were inquisitive. “I used to have these up so that I remembered the good times to be able to call you at.”

Your eyes widened as Seungkwan handed them to you, “you really did that?”

“I had another one up there with your work schedule, and one with your important events on for the week,” he added, “I liked to make sure that I never disturbed you when I called.”

“At least now you don’t have to worry about disturbing me.”

Seungkwan nodded in agreement with you, “I can just see you in person now when I want to talk to you about most things, no more sitting in different time zones and patiently waiting.”

“I had no idea you had these,” you whispered, they really show just how much you care.”

Seungkwan’s hand rested against the top of your leg, “of course, I care. Why else do you think I invited you here to live with me? I just want to be with you.”

“I’m still touched that you decided to invite me here.”

Vernon:

Your eyes widened as Vernon opened up the door to the dorm, looking around as balloons and banners were put up on the walls, with the boys all jumping out.

Your head looked back to Vernon’s innocent smile that stood behind you. “The boys wanted to throw you a little bit of a welcome to Korea party,” he explained to you.

Your eyes looked around at all the boys, “this isn’t my first time visiting Korea.”

“But it’s your first time being here and this being your home,” Vernon grinned as he came up along side you. “We’ve got some games, and plenty of food, all of your favourite things.”

“You guys didn’t need to do this for me, I’m just glad to be here.”

Vernon pushed gently against your arm, as the rest of the boys groaned. “We couldn’t just let you move to Korea and not do anything, especially me. It calls for a celebration.”

“This is adorable,” you told all of them, “you guys make me so happy to call this home.”

Vernon’s smile widened, relieved to see you settling around the place. “You know they’re mainly doing this party because they have some ground rules for us.”

“I should’ve known there’d be an ulterior motive too.”

Dino:

Your smile grew as Chan appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you tightly into his chest, even after only just letting go of you.

Your eyes looked past your shoulder, noticing the expression on his face. “I can’t believe you’re finally here, permanently too,” Chan whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your head shook at his enthusiasm, “how long are you going to keep on doing this?”

“Until it sinks in for me that Korea is now your home,” he proudly told you, “I keep thinking that when I hold onto you, I’ll have to let you go again like I usually do when you’re here.”

“You know you can cuddle me as much as you possibly want now.”

Chan’s head nodded, his smile growing as he did so. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go of you for a long time yet, I might just keep grabbing onto you for now.”

“You can hold onto me and not let go,” you reminded Chan, “because this is my home.”

His heart raced as he listened to you speak, “do you think that you could just repeat that last bit again? You know the bit about this being your home now?”

“You mean that your home is now my home too?”

—

Masterlist

Genre: Fluff | song fic (?)

Member: Any

Synopsis: Imagine your bias.

Word count: 500+

Softly, with mood, warmly tightly hug her 

Use it once a day, every day 

➳Your eyes flutter open upon hearing the alarm. You turn it off and attempted to get off the bed. Your attempt was futile when you felt your boyfriend tighten his arms around your waist, mumbling incoherent words. Rolling your eyes, you give up and snuggled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Moments like this in mornings are what make you love him even more. 

When your soft eyes meet hers, smile 

So she can smile, hey what’s up beauty, talk to her 

➳You and your boyfriend sat on opposite sides of the couch, wrapped in comfortable silence. As you lift your gaze from your book to your boyfriend he also did the same. He smiled and winked at you saying, ‘Hey, what’s up beauty.’ You laugh at his flirting, shaking your head before going back to reading. The warm smile he saves only for you together with his compliments still make your heart flutter even after years of being together. 

Get up first in the morning, turning on jazz 

Gentle kiss, I’ll look at you 

➳Waking up to an empty space beside you frustrates you but the smell of breakfast made by your boyfriend together with jazz music playing immediately changes your mood. Washing up, you head to the kitchen to be greeted by him wearing your pink apron. You giggled and wrap your arms around his waist. He turns to give you your usual morning kiss. His loving gaze when he takes in your figure in his shirt is what makes your day even better. 

When you’re too tired, take two bottles of alcohol and honestly knock on her door 

➳Drinking is not usually your thing but once in a while is not that bad so whenever your boyfriend brings some soju over you accept. You giggle at his flushed state, slurred words coming out of his mouth. You could only make out the words ‘I love you so much’ and ‘forever’. 

The next morning you’d be in the kitchen making hangover soup when you hear him groaning from your bedroom. You’d rush to his side with a tray of things he needed. After feeding him and giving him medicine to drink he’d follow you with his gaze as you leave the room, wondering how he got lucky for having you.

Sometimes leave together without a plan 

Let her breathe under a different sky, a different wind 

➳You found yourself rushing to pack some snacks and anything you might need as your boyfriend waits in the car. He had suddenly appeared on your doorstep telling you to pack up and get ready for a long road trip. Unplanned trips are your favourites since you get to spend time with him in the car. Your fingers intertwined, the soft music playing and each other’s presence. Everything was perfect. 

Sometimes, kiss her without a plan just like the day you fell for her without a reason 

➳His little pecks on your lips when you: don’t pay attention to him, cook dinner, take care of him and when you are about to sleep. They are the cutest! 

When it’s time to sleep, with a low voice, quietly make her tear as you say 

 Thank you so much 

 Once a day, every day 

 This beautiful girl, don’t lose her