#seungcheol fanfic

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.”