Husband! AU Seungkwan

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“Why are you still up?” your husband asked as soon as the call was connected to you. Laced with jest, he continued. “Are you waiting for me?”

You rolled your eyes and answered, “I just put our baby to sleep and you happened to call,” you had to feign the excitement to meet Seungkwan after almost a month of being apart from each other.

You checked yourself before the full-length mirror- you barely touched the black lingerie you bought a month ago and now wearing it for your husband felt embarrassing.

He has work to do overseas and initially it was only for a week but then he was suspended there for a few more weeks. He was sorry that he couldn’t come back in the intervals but he promised you he’ll take you for a trip at the end of the month.

Just you two alone.

Seungkwan chuckled at your coy behaviour. He missed you physically and emotionally but he just has to wait for less until he arrives home.

“I’m in a cab now but you can just go to sleep first. Don’t have to stay up for me,” he insisted and you hummed your response.

Afterwards, he told you to end up the call and go directly to bed.

Little did he know, you were anxiously sitting at the edge of the bed for him to come and greet you.

Your yearning for him will end soon. He will be next to you again. You missed him like hell a lot.

You didn’t feel sleepy at all and scrolled through Twitter to entertain yourself but it wasn’t long after the call ended, you heard the door being unlocked. Then, a slow shuffle noise of shoes being changed followed.

He didn’t go straight to the main bedroom but made a stop at your daughter’s for a moment. Your heart thumped wildly against its cage listening to his loud footstep that indicated his approaching toward you.

Under the blanket, you composed yourself and knew he was just a foot away from your side of the bed.

He gently slipped the cover off of your face to kiss your forehead but the second he did, you pulled him and hugged him.

His hands automatically went to hold your waist and came upon the realization that you weren’t wearing anything beneath.

You made him pant from the sequent, passionate kiss.

Seungkwan rested his forehead against yours and simultaneously got his whole body on the bed without crushing you. “Frankly, I didn’t expect this kind of greeting,”

You enticingly smirked at him and asked if he liked it. “Only a fool would dislike it- Oh god,”

“Why?” you worriedly checked on him. His face was slightly contorted in pain.

Seungkwan let out a low grunt and reached for your naughty hand which had travelled down there without his notice. He took a glance at your expression and knew he was in the game.

But being married for five years, you learned a lot about him and one of it is that he’ll never initiate it without showering beforehand.

“Just a quick shower, okay?” he excused himself and quickly unbuttoned his clothes and pants as he jumped down the bed to the bathroom.

You laughed and trailed after him boldly. Striping off the thin fabric, you entered the wet area and said. “I might as well examine your body and see if you’re injured anywhere,”

Well, he didn’t dare to reject the offer.

“I think I have a problem that you can fix,”

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Description: After finding out some unpleasant news about your best friend’s partner, you try to tell your best friend about it but they won’t listen. But Seungkwan does. He listens to you spill out your frustrations and in the process, a few other things spill out.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Angst, Fluff (Mainly), Roommate!Seungkwan x Gen.Neu!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k

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You slam the front door shut and storm straight into your room. The loud slam of your bedroom door surprises Seungkwan cause you’ve never slammed your room that hard. Ever. And he’s lived with you for almost a whole year now.

While you hurl mumbled curses at your ‘so-called’ best friend, Seungkwan cautiously crosses the living room that separates your bedrooms. He wonders what would have caused you to slam your door with that amount of force while you curse the human being you thought was your closest and dearest friend for being so ignorant and not trusting your judgement.

A burst of frustrated anger surges through your body and you grab a pillow off your bed, chucking it at your closed door. On the other side, Seungkwan’s eyes widen as he hears the pillow smoosh hollow-ly against the wood door.

He knocks and you barely hear it through the pounding in your ears.

“What?” You ask, yanking the door open with such force it leaves Seungkwan stunned for a second.

“Are you okay?” He asks, lowering his hand. You catch a glimmer of concern but pass it off as roommate level concern.

You sigh and lean against the door while reminding yourself that this is Seungkwan and not that poor excuse for a loyal friend. “Just frustrated. Very, very, very frustrated.” You add for emphasis.

Seungkwan puckers his lips together, “Want to talk about it?”

“Would it help?” You scoff and roll your eyes, thinking that talking really wouldn’t help.

“It might.” Seungkwan shrugs and tilts his to the side. “You never know.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek cause you never really discussed deep, private issues like this with Seungkwan. Yes, you’ve lived together but you usually went to your best friend with those kinds of issues.

But you are not currently talking to that person and Seungkwan is willing to listen.

Standing up straight, you walk back into your room and sigh.

“It’s my best friend.” You exhale and plop onto your bed.

“The one you’ve known since like 8th grade?” Seungkwan clarifies and pulls out your desk chair to sit in.

You nod, “That one.” Crossing your legs on the bed, you dive into the whole situation. “So, they recently started dating someone and you know, I met them a few times and every time I did, I got a weird feeling from them. Well, turns out my feeling was right. Two days ago, I was out and I somehow ended up behind said person though I didn’t know it at first. But then they start talking about my best friend and how ridiculous the whole relationship is and they’re only staying in the relationship because my best friend keeps buying them expensive gifts.”

“No…” Seungkwan gasps, completely intrigued in the story.

“Oh yeah. And they even called my best friend ugly.” You nod, getting riled up, “So, you know, I’m all 'what the fuck.’ And I go meet up with my best friend cause they gotta know this shit. I explain everything and tell them that they need to get out because this person is crazy. But they didn’t listen.” You slam your hands down on the bench.

“They even got angry at me for not supporting them in the relationship.” You continue while Seungkwan listens intently, “Using the whole 'if I’m happy, you should be happy’ bullshit. I nearly laughed my head off because how could someone be happy in a relationship where the other person doesn’t even find them attractive? And they’re being used solely for material gain.”

“So what did you do?” Seungkwan wonders.

“I argued with them because god dang it, I was going to make them see that I was right.” You state because that’s honestly what you did. You catch Seungkwan stifling a laugh and you narrow your eyes slightly, ignoring the flutter of your heart. “What?”

He quickly shakes his head but still answers your question, “You went from 'fuck’ and 'bullshit’ to a tame 'god dang it’ and I found it cute… But this conversation isn’t about what I think… Continue.” He corrects himself and presses his lips together to keep himself from saying anything more. Internally you pout at him because how dare he think you are cute when you’re ranting about something that upsets you. But at the same time you recognize that you also find him cute when he comes home frustrated about his group projects that have gone askew.

“Well, they wouldn’t listen to me so I kept arguing with them and they still didn’t believe me.” You follow Seungkwan’s instructions and recall the rest of the events, “They started calling me a liar and throwing really nasty comments at me like how I could even dare to question them and how I didn’t trust them enough to find love and all this crap. I honestly have never seen them so mad at anyone. And of course, it had to be at me.” You shake your head, partly because of the irony and partly because of the nature of the whole situation. “After a little bit of their ignorant, stubborn rant, I said enough and walked out.”

“Right back here and slamming never-before-slammed doors in the process.” Seungkwan finishes for you.

You give a tiny chuckle, “Did I scare you?”

“Not scare. It more startled me because it was so out of the ordinary.” He corrects you.

“Sorry.” You give an apologetic smile and realize that talking to Seungkwan did relieve some of the frustration.

“Don’t be.” He waves his hands out in front of him, “I would’ve done the same thing. If my friend, who was supposed to be my best friend, didn’t trust me enough to even question the motives of the person they’re dating, then, I too would fight to try and make them see.” He leans his head against his hand and rests his elbow on the chair arm. “I think it’s really cool of you to tell them about their so-called partner. I’ll just add it to the list of thing I find cool about you.” Seungkwan mumbles like a side note and you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. In the two seconds of silence that followed, Seungkwan realized that he said the last bit out loud and freezes. A warm blush rises to his cheeks and he does everything to avoid eye contact with you.

“I said that out loud…” He states quietly and cringes at himself.

“Kind of…” You answer though he didn’t state it as a question.

Seungkwan clears his throat, “Well, you know, it’s for when people ask me why I keep deciding to live with you. You know the obligatory list of things you like about your roommate… As a roommate.” He rambles on.

You smile sheepishly, knowing he’s trying to cover up his tracks. “Right, that list.”

He nods his head slowly, the atmosphere turning a little awkward. “Are, uh are you feeling a little better?” He asks, switching the topic before the mood can turn more awkward.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m feeling better. Thanks for listening.” You tell him.

“Of course, anytime.” Seungkwan says and bats his hand at you.

You chuckle at his response and decide to act on your feelings. “Then how about you let me treat you to dinner someday as a thank you?”

“You really don’t have to do that.” He shakes his head, “Honestly, I really don’t mind talking with you.”

“But I kind of wanted to start my own list. The list of things I read off of when someone asks me why I like my date?” You elaborate and Seungkwan freezes with eyes wide.

“So dinner would be a date…” He trails off in shock. “And we’d be going on this date together.”

You smile and nod, confirming his guesses. Then Seungkwan’s face breaks out into the brightest smile.

“Fuck yeah.” He exclaims. “But you’re not paying. First date, I pay.”

You hold your hands up in surrender, “I was kind of hoping you’d pay.” You giggle.

Seungkwan’s chest feels like it’s going to explode just from hearing your giggle. He’s been head over heels for you for months and now knowing that you also like him in that way has his heart doing acrobat level flips inside of him.

“How about tonight?” He asks, looking at your bedside clock. “We’ve got a couple hours to get ready.”

“Tonight sounds great.” You respond, “But next time, I pay.”

“Yeah, okay.” Seungkwan chuckles and walks out of your room with a silly smile on his face and the thought that he was probably going to have to fight to pay the next time.

Hell, he’d pay for every dinner if he was dining with you.

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if 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 - 5k / Ending B - 4.8k

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Jiwoo stands next to me, a file open in his hands and a pen in mine. The bare tree watching silently as we go about our lives while it stays where it is, unmoving.

“Sign here.” Jiwoo points to a blank space on the piece of paper and I dutifully sign my name, “And here.” He adds, flipping to another page, and I sign there too.

“Why do we have so many forms?” I rhetorically ask him, capping the pen in hopes that I don’t have to sign anymore.

“There’s one more.” Jiwoo mentions and pulls a file from underneath the one that was just opened, “And I honestly have no idea. You should ask that to the other business people. Yeah, right there.” He answers my unspoken question as my hand hovers over an empty line.

“Are you giving them your autograph?” Mun Hee asks, peeking over my shoulder.

I cap the pen again, “I wish it were that. But no.”

Mun Hee straightens up and broadens his shoulders, “I still don’t understand why the human people need so many signing things.”

“Even the human people don’t understand it.” Jiwoo comments, closing both files.

“Then why do they do it so much?” Mun Hee asks incredulously as I stand from my chair in the garden.

Jiwoo physically turns Mun Hee’s shoulders so he’s facing the way out, “Stop asking me difficult questions, please. I think my brain might explode.” Jiwoo rubs his temple and we begin the walk to join the rest of the bustling hotel.

“But it’s just a question?” Mun Hee wonders with a child like innocence.

I place a hand on his shoulder cause Jiwoo looks like he’s about to blow his top. “A very complicated question for humans to answer.” I explain hoping that will deter his curiosity.

Mun Hee nods his head then an idea pops into his head. I can tell cause his eyes brighten, “Then you can answer it!” He says excitedly. “You’re technically not a human so you know the answer.”

My mouth drops open, unsure of how to answer him because his question threw me off so much. Mun Hee continues to gaze at me with anticipated excitement. I try to glance towards Jiwoo for saving but he’s a few steps ahead of us.

“You think I could answer the human world’s questions?” I throw a question back at him, “I’ve been stuck here and technically I’m sort of human.”

Mun Hee puckers his lips in disappointment. “I guess I’ll never know the answer.”

“It’s been unanswered in the human world for hundreds of years.” Jiwoo comments, throwing a look back at us.

We exit the hallway and enter the lobby that is packed with guests chatting happily with each other while tables and tables of food and drinks line the walls.

I stop in my tracks, surprised to see the festivities, “When did this get here?” I ask Jiwoo who looks just as shocked.

“No idea, it was empty when I was here.” Jiwoo answers and nods politely to a few guests as they pass by.

“Is it a party?” Mun Hee asks, “What are we celebrating?”

Yong and Soon Bok spot us and wave us over. The three of us make our way over, still taking in the happy atmosphere.

“What happened?” Mun Hee asks as I grab a small pastry from the table we’re standing by.

“It just kind of showed up.” Yong shrugs, “Then guests starting gathering and now we’re here.”

Seeing Soon Bok, I’m reminded of something, “Did you at least get Seungkwan settled into his room before?” I ask and my lips feel weird saying his name after all these years.

Soon Bok nods, “I was returning from his room when this all appeared.”

“Which room is he in?” I ask her, letting my ears soak in the noise of the gathered guests.

“161.” Soon Bok tells me, “And he’ll be here for 13 days.”

“13?” I repeat the number and she nods, “Gods must’ve liked him.” I comment with a sigh.

“It must be the Gods, right?” Jiwoo asks and turns to examine the table, carefully looking for ones his human body cannot eat.

“Must be.” Yong nods in agreement, “Otherwise how else could this have shown up so quickly.”

“I wonder what we’re celebrating.” Soon Bok giggles, “Must be something big for the Gods to send so much food.”

“Or it’s cause our hotel’s at full capacity.” Mun Hee suggests.

“How can our hotel be at full capacity?” Jiwoo lightly hits Mun Hee’s shoulder, “If we need more rooms, the Gods always add more so we can cater to every soul that walks through our door.”

“Maybe they know something that we don’t?” Soon Bok suggests.

“Oh, don’t say that.” Yong says and shakes her head slightly, “I don’t want to think about what kind of accident that would be.”

I cross my arms over my chest, “There’s not going to be an accident.” I say to settle their fears, “I would’ve seen the signs but I haven’t seen any.”

All four let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle.

“Let’s just enjoy the party then.” Jiwoo smiles and hands Mun Hee a drink.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to see better. I’m ready to face the danger but it turns out to be a hotel employee approaching us with a tray in his hand. A flute of champagne stands tall and a folded card sits next to it.

“Ms. (y/l/n).” The employee stops in front of me and bows enough to show respect but not enough to knock the tray over. “I was instructed told this is for you.” They say when they raise back to full height.

With a smile, I grab the champagne flute with one hand and pick up the card with the other.

“Who’s it from?” Yong asks.

The employee shrugs, “It was sitting in the galley and I assumed it needed to go out.”

My name sits on the front of the card in complex calligraphy. Sparkles of silver mix and blend with the dark black ink. I flip open the card and the smile on my face vanishes from my face. Dropping the champagne flute, I grip the card with both hands and a sickening feeling grows in the pit of my stomach. With a wave of anger, I freeze the air around me and the champagne flute stops falling, the liquid suspended in the air.

“1547 years. Don’t forget.” The inside of the card reads in simple block letters.

I can feel Yong, Soon Bok, Mun Hee, and Jiwoo staring at me but I’m stuck in a whirlwind of bitter hurt and boiling anger. My grip on the card tightens and the paper wrinkles under my touch. When the card is completely crumpled up into my fist, I let time continue forward and the champagne flute shatters against the floor with a loud crash. But I know when I look down, there will be no evidence that the flute or the liquid inside it ever existed.

“Who is it from?” Mun Hee asks cautiously while Jiwoo looks at the spot where shattered glass and spilled champagne should’ve been.

I glare out across the lobby and the guests who are enjoying the food and drinks that were set out to mock me. “The Gods.” I say through clenched teeth.

“What did the card say?” Yong softly asks.

I take in a deep breath, “They threw the party to remind me how many years it’s been.”

Mun Hee slaps a hand over his mouth and Jiwoo’s jaw drops the literally the floor while Yong and Soon Bok press their lips in a tight line.

With the card still in my fist, I walk away from the lobby with my hands behind my back. I fight the urge to burn all the tables meant to celebrate my long punishment that my guests are full heartedly enjoying.

Standing in the elevator, I watch the guests smile and chat with each other as the doors close. With the elevator doors fully closed, sealing me away, I let the anger burn through my hands and scorch the card in my hand. I feel the card disintegrate against my skin and when I’m satisfied that I’ve burned it to ashes, I open my hands and let the black pieces float to the floor.

The Gods hadn’t thrown a celebration for this anniversary in hundreds of years but they decide to do it now.

“Assholes.” I growl and clench my hands into fists.

I make my way out of the elevator and towards my office. Pushing both doors open with both hands, I walk over to the window and stare out at the sky. I find the moon sitting high and proud in the sky.

I tsk at the bright moon, “How could I forget when I have you to remind me every single day?” I ask the moon but it just stares back at me in silence.

~The Thirteenth Day~

“You’re really not going to go to her funeral?” Yong asks me as I lay in bed with the covers pulled over my head.

“I’m really not.” I answer her in a bored tone.

“The family would be happy to see you.” Yong tries to reason with me.

“Yong… I said I wasn’t going.” I reiterate and stare her down.

“But she was you-”

“I know what she was.” I sit up and stare at her. “But if I go, I’m pretty sure he’ll be there and I can’t risk running into him.”

“Soon Bok and I can go with you.” Yong continues her attempts to get me to go.

I shake my head, “I cannot go. No matter how much I want to. I can’t risk running into him.”

Yong bows her head in defeat and walks out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The date is circled in my calendar on the wall and two words fill the square, “Chaewon’s Funeral.”

The memory plays in my head as my gaze hovers over the small calendar on my desk. Chaewon was the human manager here when I met Seungkwan. Actually, she was the reason I met Seungkwan in the first place. The two were friends in college and when Chaewon graduated, she came to work for me. One day, while she and I were out in the city, we happened to run into Seungkwan. And the story unfolded from there.

“What are you thinking about?” Yong asks, walking into my office.“

"Chaewon.” I tell her with a soft smile. Chaewon was one of the few females we got from Jiwoo’s family line. Only because Jiwoo’s family had a knack for having their eldest child be male and the deal was for the eldest child. So being one of the few females, Chaewon got along with Yong and Soon Bok very well. They all became very attached to each other. We all did.

Yong smiles for a second as her own memories play in her mind then changes into work mode. “We had a lot of elderly check in a few hours ago.” She sets down the list of new guests. “17 in total and I have Jiwoo helping Soon Bok.”

I look over the list and frown at one of the names, “Isn’t that the lady who owned the bakery on 5th street?” I wonder, pointing at a name.

Yong reads the name, “Oh, it is.”

“Maybe she’ll share her recipes with our chefs.” I wiggle my eyebrows and Yong chuckles.

“This is the monthly report on our services and the areas that we need to improve on.” Yong sets down another file as I set aside the first one.

“Anything major in the improvement area?” I ask, not opening the file.

“Only cleanliness.” Yong says and I scoff.

“The Gods want this place to be free of even the tiniest speck of dust.” I lean back in my chair, “That’s too much work for the staff.” I wave a hand telling her to dismiss the notion and she nods in understanding.

“The lunch for the esteemed guests went smoothly.” Yong continues on with her list of things to tell me, “They wanted me to give their thanks to you.”

I nod once, “Good, I’m glad it went well.” But on the inside, annoyance stirs. ‘Esteemed guests’ is what they decide to call themselves? What, because they were rich in the human world means they can be rich in my hotel?

I scoff and roll my eyes, “Do they want anything else?” I ask with a fake generosity.

Yong shakes her head, “Not that I know of right now.”

“Thank the lord.” I throw my hands up and let them fall back down, “That lunch was hard enough to figure out.”

Yong chuckles softly.

“You know,” Mun Hee says and enters my office without even a knock, causing me to sit up. “I think Seungkwan might have a new best friend.”

Yong and I stare at Mun Hee in silence. Yong because Mun Hee just walked into my office without knocking and me because he mentioned Seungkwan.

“I passed by Jiwoo and Seungkwan in the halls and they were talking up a storm.” Mun Hee explains like he did nothing out of the ordinary, “Like they were talking like they’d been friends for years.”

I let a small smile form on my lips, “Chaewon.” I mutter the reason why Seungkwan is able to talk to Jiwoo so easily.

“Oh, they were on their way to the garden.” Mun Hee adds on.

“He’ll be waiting for you.” Yong turns to me and bows before heading towards the doors. “Next time start with that!” Yong says lowly and hits his shoulder once, “And next time, knock for goodness sake.” She pushes him out the door while Mun Hee does his best to protect himself from the onslaught Yong is raining down on him.

I chuckle and pick myself up out of my desk chair. Without a second thought about the new files on my desk, I walk out of my office and straight to the garden where Seungkwan waits.

When I reach the garden, Jiwoo is gone and Seungkwan is examining the walls and windows of my enclosed garden.

He glances over at me when I enter and smiles warmly. I return the smile and move to stand next to him as he examines the ornate wall designs.

“They never teach this in any textbook.” Seungkwan says and his hand runs over the wall. He lets his fingertips fall into the crooks and curves.

“No one ever lives to put it in a textbook.” I respond.

“Jiwoo could.” Seungkwan points out. “Or any of his family.”

“They know not to do that.” I tell him, “And their memories of this place are erased after they are done working for me.”

“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” Seungkwan looks at me with concern.

I chuckle, “All it takes is a good night’s sleep. We don’t put them into a machine or make then drink some awful potion.”

“But still, there’s this whole world and they don’t get to remember it?” Seungkwan gestures to the structure we’re under.

I follow his movements upwards and stare at the ceiling. “There are better things to remember than this hotel.”

“I would want to remember this.” Seungkwan says definitively.

“Some do but at the end of the day, forgetting this place is to protect them from the human world and its assumptions.” I say with a sigh, remembering the few humans who tried to remember but ultimately failed.

“Did Chaewon try to remember?” Seungkwan asks softly.

I shake my head and lower my gaze to the bare tree, “No, she understood why she had to forget. She was always like that. So understanding about everything that went on around here.”

“Sounds like her.” Seungkwan says, “She was like that in college too. Tried to understand and help everyone.”

I smile in agreement and sit on the bench expecting Seungkwan to follow but he stays standing.

“You never went to her funeral, did you?” He asks softly, like he’s afraid of the answer.

I press my lips together, having hoped that he wouldn’t ask that. “No, I didn’t go.” I answer him honestly. “I visited her grave after but I didn’t go to the funeral.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan questions and turns to face me, his hands secure in his pockets.

I take a deep breath in and contemplate how to answer him. “I couldn’t risk running into you.” I decide to give him the honest truth.

“Me?” Seungkwan steps closer, “You didn’t go because of me?”

“Well, not specifically you, but I couldn’t return or reenter a love’s life after I was told to leave.” I explain, “It’s one of the rules.”

“Now that’s harsh.” Seungkwan sits down next to me and grabs my hand in his. I stay silent as he intertwines his fingers with mine and pats the top of my hand with his other. “I almost didn’t go.”

I look at him in shock, “Almost?” I question his choice of words.

Seungkwan gives me  a soft smile, “Yeah, almost.” He takes in a big breath, “I was kind of afraid I was going to run into you after all those years. I didn’t know what I would I do if I saw you so I wondered if I should even go.”

“But you went.” I finish for him.

Seungkwan nods, “But I decided I needed to go because Chaewon was my life long friend. I had to go. Plus my wife threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn’t go.” He chuckles.

“Your wife?” I ask, feeling the stab of hurt but it’s quickly washed away by the relief that he found someone after I left.

Seungkwan pauses as if he’s said something he shouldn’t have. “Uh, yeah, my wife.” He repeats slowly.

I use a smile to cover up the stab of pain in my chest, “I’m glad.” I say then quickly correct myself, “That you got a wife. Not that she threatened to kick you out. What was she like?”

“You really want to know that?” Seungkwan asks, surprise evident on his face.

I nod, “I do.” I say then smirk, “What? Did you think I wouldn’t because you and I were in a relationship?” I question. He nods sheepishly which makes me laugh, “Seungkwan,” I rest a hand on his shoulder, “Yes, it hurt to leave you and I never wanted to. But I knew that you deserved someone who would stay by your side. So I’m happy you found someone. Genuinely happy.”

“You are?” Seungkwan inquires, not fully believing me.

I shove his shoulder and he chuckles, “Yes, I am. Seriously. I may be a cursed soul punished for committing the worst crime a reaper can but I still have a heart.”

Seungkwan holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright, I believe you.” He lowers his hands, “She was amazing. Kept me in line while also pushing my to expand my boundaries. We didn’t really travel much with me teaching through the school year and then some summer seminars and all. But we had fun, she and I. We made our own chaos.”

“Oh dear god,” I smile widely, “I hope that chaos didn’t include going to jail.” I joke.

“No, never, otherwise my tenure would have been shot to hell.” Seungkwan chuckles and I laugh along.

“What else did you do in your life?” I ask, curious about his life.

“Well,” Seungkwan settles back and rests an arm across my shoulders, “I went on to become to the most beloved professor at my university.”

I smack his joke, “I’m being serious.”

Seungkwan rubs the area I hit, “I am being serious.” He giggles, “I always had a waiting list of almost a hundred students every semester for my classes.”

“Which ones?” i ask, knowing that when we were together, he taught an array of different classes.

“Music Analysis 369.” Seungkwan informs me, “One semester, I was teaching 6 sections of the course. Luckily, I had a TA for each one.”

“Please tell me you didn’t teach any other courses that semester.” I wonder because 6 sections of any course is a lot to teach in a week.

“I didn’t teach any other courses that semester.” Seungkwan quickly answers. Though he answers a little too quickly.

I turn to look at him and he doesn’t meet my gaze. Raising an eyebrow, I continue to stare him down.

Seungkwan glances sideways at me a few times but keeps his mouth shut. Then his lips pucker and I know I caught him in a lie.

“How many?” I ask him, leaning closer.

“2 others.” He responds in a short sentence.

“Seungkwan….” I drag out his name.

Seungkwan turns his body to face me slightly as he defends himself, “Okay, listen. The Music Analysis 369 class was on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  The other two were on Tuesday and Thursday and then I had a lot of office hours on everyday.”

“So you worked yourself to the bone.” I conclude for him. “What courses were on Tuesday and Thursday?” I question.

Seungkwan lowers his head in shame, “Music Analysis 269…” He mutters softly.

“So you were teaching for…” I pause to do some mental math, “24 hours every week? Plus all the grading and extra work you had to do?”

Seungkwan shrugs, “It wasn’t as bad as it sounds. I had TA’s.” He reasons.

“When did you have time for other things in life? Like your wife?” I ask, poking an accusing finger into his cheek.

“This was before I met my wife.” He explains. Grabbing my finger in his hand, he lowers it and then begins playing with my fingers. “After you left, I kind of threw myself into my work and ignored everything else. And it gave me some of the best years and student experiences I ever had.”

A heavy rock sinks into the pit of my stomach. I had caused him much more than pain. I caused him to lose years of his life. The gut punch I receive from that thought nearly sends tears running down my cheeks.

Seungkwan takes on glance at my face and immediately wraps me up in a hug. “I don’t blame you for it. And it wasn’t your fault. I let myself teach all those courses even though I knew it would be tough.”

I weakly smile but the pain is still there. Even after all these years, the pain still feels as fresh as the day I left.

Seungkwan places a soft kiss to the top of my head in reassurance. “No one ever recovers that quickly from something that great.” He whispers.

That quiets my pain substantially but it still throbs.

“Did you and your wife ever have kids?” I ask, deterring the conversation away from us.

“No, we never had kids. But we did adopt a little girl.” Seungkwan informs me. “Her name was Samantha and she was a bundle of uncontainable energy.” He smiles at the memory and my heart warms with joy.

“I’m sure she took after some of your own energy.” I say with a smile.

“Me?” Seungkwan glances down at me in disbelief, “I have energy but it’s not uncontainable.” He argues.

I hum in disagreement, “You had some pretty uncontainable energy Seungkwan.”

“Psh, only around you, (y/n).” Seungkwan scrunches his face at me, “Around everyone else, I was as cool as a cucumber.”

I roll my eyes, “So, what did dear Samantha do with her uncontainable energy that she most certainly didn’t learn from her father?” I ask, wanting to hear more about the daughter he raised.

“You’ll never guess what she studied.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“I have a few guesses.” I answer his teasing, “But you should tell me what she studied so I can see if I was right.”

Seungkwan’s chuckle vibrates through his chest and echos through my body.

“She went on to become a doctor.” He says and then continues into her career and the accomplishments she achieved.

As the sun sat high in the sky, he began to tell me about her, and subsequently his, journey to find her birth parents. Through the stories of his career, his daughter’s career, and then the things he experienced in retirement, I sit and let his voice take me on adventures only a human soul could experience. Seungkwan does his best to keep the stories afloat with happy memories but the occasional somber story slips in but I let it continue because a life isn’t complete without the ups and the downs.

By the time the sun is setting in the western sky, Seungkwan has taken me into the valleys and over the mountains that were carved into his life.

“This kind of feels like retirement.” Seungkwan comments after a few moments of silence between us.

“In what way?” I ask, confused by his analogy.

Seungkwan sighs, “When I retired, I knew that I was leaving something I loved dearly but I also knew that I couldn’t stay longer. And while I knew that leaving was the thing that needed to be done, I was wondering what life after would be like.” He explains. “I know I need to leave you, who was someone I loved so dearly. And I’m terribly sad to be leaving you, I also wonder what’s waiting for me on the other side.”

“You’re not going to ask me what’s over there, are you?” I wonder, looking up at him with soft eyes.

He returns my gaze with similar eyes, “No, cause I know you don’t know the answer.”

I nod, confirming his statement. “I do know one thing though.”

“What’s that?” Seungkwan asks.

“You’ll be comfortable. You’ll be able to rest peacefully and not have to worry about anything.” I tell him before kissing his cheek. His skin warm against my lips.

“I’ll worry about you.” He says when I pull away.

I smile at his words but decide not to tell him that he won’t remember anything about his lives, even me. Rising to my feet, I pull Seungkwan up with me.

“Is it time?” He asks, gripping my hand slightly tighter.

I nod, “Yeah, Shin’ll be waiting by the car.”

“Is it a fancy car?” Seungkwan asks and we start walking out of the gardne.

“If by fancy you mean expensive, then no.” I tell him with an amused smile, “It’s just a simple town car. Simple car for the simple after world.”

“The after world can’t be that simple, can it?” Seungkwan wonders.

I shrug, “I mean, when I had to meet the Gods, the room was pretty simple.”

“You actually met them?” Seungkwan asks as we cross the lobby floor.

“How else were they going to punish me?” I answer his question with another question, “Send me a letter of reprimand and tell me my punishment with ink?”

Seungkwan tilts his head to the side and swings our interlocked hands back and forth, “Yeah, I guess a letter doesn’t carry the same weight.”

“Never in a million years would it.” I correct him and we push through a door leading towards the forest at the back of the hotel.

A good distance away, at the edge of the forest and standing patiently next to an awaiting car, is Shin. As expected.

“Black robes?” Seungkwan looks Shin up and down, “They couldn’t have spiced it up a bit and not be so depressing?”

“Again, simple.” I repeat my previous statement.

“I think I’ll put in a suggestion for that then.” Seungkwan says, determined.

“Please, wait until I get there to do so.” I plead, “I would love to see the look on the Gods faces when you give that suggestion.” I laugh at the thought and Shin’s face twists into slight confusion as we near.

“I think it would look so much better.” Seungkwan continues his argument, “Like, Shin, how would you like to wear a lilac robe instead of a black one?” He asks Shin who is slowly opening the door.

Shin looks down at his own robes before looking back up at Seungkwan, “I like the black robes very much. I don’t think i would change the color.”

I stifle a laugh behind my hand and Seungkwan stares dumbfounded at Shin. “It was worth a shot.” I comfort Seungkwan.

“I’ll still bring it up.” Seungkwan says, even more determined. Then his face softens and he turns to face me.

I mirror his actions and place a hand on his cheek. “I think you’re going to do just fine over there.” I tell him with a smile.

Seungkwan smiles back, “And I’ll wait for you to join me.”

instead of responding with words, my body acts and presses my lips hard against his lips. He responds immediately and wraps his arms tight around my waist.

When we pull away, Seungkwan’s eyes are lined with tears and he sniffles when rub my thumb over his cheek.

“I love you, Seungkwan.” I tell him and look him in the eyes, hoping he really understands me.

“I love you too, (y/n).” Seungkwan says with a small nod.

We look at each other in silence for a couple seconds longer and then Seungkwan lowers my hand from his cheek and steps towards the car.

I wrap my arms around my waist as Seungkwan steps into the car and Shin closes the door behind him.

The car soon rolls away and the crunch of the gravel against the tires fades away into the fog. Shin walks away quietly while I stay frozen in my spot, unable to move even though Seungkwan is long gone.

Sometime in my frozen state, a crack splits across my heart and I feel the pain deep in every bone.

And back in my garden, a white chrysanthemum withers away.

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Seungkwan blows out a breath, taps our intertwined hands in his lap, and rises to his feet. “Are you ready to get out of here?” He asks, turning back to face me.

I smile and rise to my own feet, “Oh yeah.”

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.”

Seungkwan suddenly steps forward with his hand out towards Jiwoo, which he firmly takes. “It was a pleasure to meet a descendant of Chaewon. She would be proud of her family.” He says and shakes Jiwoo’s hand.

Jiwoo smiles with pride and nods. “It was also an honor getting to meet you, sir.”

They let go of each other’s hand and Seungkwan retreats behind me.

Finally I turn to 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 Seungkwan grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Seungkwan 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)?” Seungkwan 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, Seungkwan 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.

Description: Just what goes through Seungkwan’s mind when he’s asked about you and your relationship. 
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Seungkwan x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1k

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“Describe your relationship with (y/n) in one word.”

Seungkwan scrambles to find a word as Hoshi folds up the question paper again. In Seungkwan’s mind, he thinks back to his favorite moments of yours, trying to find a common word to describe your relationship.

~~~~

“Are you sure this is okay for date night?” He asked, lowering himself into the chair across from you.

You plucked a fry from the (overly) large pile in the center of the table, “Yes. This is absolutely perfect.” You smile sweetly at him, “Plus, I think I’m still feeling Day One Period ickiness so date night at home is just what I want.”

Seungkwan glanced at the McDonald’s meal laid out between the two of you and his lips pursed in doubt that this was truly okay for you. You noticed his slight frown and, with determination, you picked up a couple fries and threw them at his head. He startled when they made contact with his face and he pouted at you.

“Stop worrying.” You scolded him, “I swear, this is all I need.” You gestured towards the fast food meal, “I am a simple girl with simple needs.”

“And I am an extravagant man who wants to give you everything extravagant.” Seungkwan placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly before plucking up a couple of fries for himself.

~~~~

You were coming from your home and Seungkwan from some schedule he had. You had planned to meet at this clothing store because you swore you had no clothes to wear despite having a closet full of clothes. Head phones in, you were listening to your “SEVENTEEN” playlist and as you walked, you danced a little. Patting your leg to the beat, bopping your head along with the bass line, wiggling your hands to the melodies. Enjoying the music to the full extent.

Seungkwan was expecting to beat you to the clothing store because you always seem to run late even though your clock is purposefully set 5 minutes ahead of the actual time. He left the subway exit and began walking towards the clothing store. Looking up, he saw a woman not too far ahead of him who looked a lot like you. Hair tied up and bag slung across your body. But he knew it was you the second he saw your movements.

The little taps to your leg, your head moving a little more exaggerated than normal, your hands wiggling and creating waves. And he knew that if he were in front of you, your mouth would be moving along with the lyrics.

A smile grew on his face as he stayed behind you and just watched as you walked along the street, ignoring the other people walking passed. He kept a distance away from you just so he could watch you enjoy your music.

When he finally caught up to you in front of the store, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“What were you listening to?” He asked, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“You.” You answered with a happy smile.

~~~~

“Are you in it yet?” Seungkwan called through the curtain of the changing room.

“Almost!” You answered with a small grunt as you jumped to get the fabric over your body.

He chucked softly as he sat back down next on the couch and you definitely heard him.

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You pouted. “These dresses are a lot more complicated than you think.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you.” Seungkwan defended himself but the smile on his lips was a sure sign that he most definitely was laughing at you.

You pulled back the curtain with the dress finally on and gave Seungkwan an unbelieving look, “Liar.”

Usually, Seungkwan would quip back with a witty comment, but he was too stunned at you to even think. His eyes trailed up and down your body before landing on your face.

Your expression asked, “What do you think?”

The dress was red, riddled with sparkles, and hugged your body in all the right places. He picked it off the rack for you to try on.

“Well?” You vocalized, stepping out of the fitting room.

“You look amazing.” Seungkwan finally snapped out of his trance. “Really, you wear that dress so well. Wow.”

You smile at his comments. As nice and as beautiful as the dress was, though, you weren’t really feeling all the bling bling. Running your hands down the fabric, you chewed your lip debating your choices.

“What is it?” Seungkwan asked, eyeing your lips.

You shrugged, “This is a really nice dress. Like really nice.” You told him and he stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish. “But, I like the other one better.”

“The yellow one?” He recalled a previous dress with a tilted head.

You shook your head, “No, the lavender one.”

“Oh, with the really cute shoulder thingies.” Seungkwan remembered the dress.

You nodded.

“Well, as much as I love this dress on you, it is your choice.” He said, stood, and grabbed both your hands. “Someday I’ll get you to wear a dress like this.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe one day, sometime far, far in the future.”

An employee walked past the fitting rooms and Seungkwan grabbed their attention.

“Can we see the lavender dress again, please?” He asked and the employee nodded with a smile before disappearing to fetch the requested dress.

“You know,” Seungkwan started, turning back to face you, “Most people would have gone for the glitz and glamour for an award show.”

You chuckled, “I’m a simple girl, remember?”

~~~~

When Seungkwan blinks back into reality, Hoshi has just put down the folded piece of paper and is starting to reach for another question. Hoshi’s looking at him expectantly and he realizes he still has to answer the question.

“Simple.” Seungkwan blurts out an answer.

“Simple?” Hoshi repeats his answer. “Why?” He prods.

Seungkwan shrugs, “Our relationship is just simple. There’s nothing really complicated about loving her. It’s just simple. In the best way.” He clarifies at the end.

Hoshi nods slowly before shaking his head, “You are whipped.”

“Agreed.” Seungkwan agrees, “But I don’t care. I would gladly be whipped for her in every lifetime if it meant I got to feel this level of happiness everyday.”

Hoshi chuckles, “Indeed, Seungkwan is very happy these days.”

Description: It’s finals week and you drag them to the library for a study date.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff

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Jeonghan

You’re just finishing up the first assignment of the day, all-be-it a small one, when Jeonghan shows up (late). Sweatpants and an oversized shirt hangs from his body and drips with his desire to be back in his bed.

“You are going to pay for this.” Jeonghan mumbles and drops his backpack onto the table, causing a few people nearby to look over at the loud noise. 

You give him the sweetest smile and slowly shut your textbook, “But you’re grades are going to call me a god when the week’s over.” You prepare to dive into it because not even his good looks can distract you from your grades goal.

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Jeonghan unceremoniously drops himself in the chair opposite you. “I highly doubt that.” He says and grudgingly drags his backpack into the empty chair next to him.

You pull out a notebook and opened your laptop to find the practice test your professor graciously gave out. “Take this practice test with me. Come on, you’ll be grateful for it later.”

Jeonghan crosses his arms over his chest and pouts while just starting at me. After a few seconds, he tosses his arms into the air, sits up properly, and then opens his backpack to pull out his school supplies. “Don’t expect me to be super focused like you are.”

You smile in satisfaction that A) you got him out of his bed and B) you got him studying. But he isn’t going to make it easy. He never does. And today is no different.

Halfway through the practice test, he’s drawing doodles in the margins of his notebook and then asks for your opinion on the doodles. 20 minutes later, when you’ve moved onto a different subject, he’s scrolling through his phone. And 15 minutes after that, he’s using his eraser as a hockey puck and his pens as hockey sticks to play a game of hockey that occasionally has the eraser interrupting your studying. Jeonghan giggles when you flick the eraser back at him.

“Come on, let’s just go back to my room.” Jeonghan bargains, resting his chin on the table and looking at you with pouty eyes, “I can lay in bed and you can study at my desk. It’s a win-win!” 

Joshua

“Do we need anything else?” Joshua looks around the table. You’ve set up your laptops, notebooks, pencil cases, and drinks according to your personal studying style, reading for the study session that’s about to commence. 

You shake your head, “Might need sustenance later, but we can deal with that when we get there.”

Joshua nods in agreement before he dives deep into his textbook and you do the same. 

A handful of minutes later, you find yourself mindlessly twirling your pen in your hands and staring at Joshua as he scratches his head and tries to read his professors awful handwriting. He feels your eyes on him and glances at you, catching you red handed.

“Already giving up?” Joshua questions and peers down at your notes.

“Distracted.” You correct with a smirk before lowering your gaze again.

When you both reach the subject you’re in class together for, you decide to quiz each other to find out what you each need to work on. 

“Okay, this one’s tricky.” You peer at the flashcard in your hands before flicking your eyes up at him.

Joshua breathes out in preparation for the “difficult” question and you wait a couple more seconds to show him the flashcard to add to the suspense. 

“Oh, would you just show me the card already.” Joshua whines with a laugh mixed in.

You laugh along and give up on keeping him in suspense. Showing him the card he reads the card, squints and reads the card, then tilts his head to the side and just stares at the flashcard. 

“Do you know it?” You question him.

Joshua puckers his lips and shakes his head, “I have no idea what it is.” 

Woozi/Jihoon

“I’m stealing your highlighter again.” Woozi says, more mumbles, as he reaches across the table for your green highlighter. 

“Uh huh.” You answer without words as you scroll down to another TikTok video. You are taking a break from studying with a well earned 5-minute-turned-into-20-minutes break. 

Woozi rolls the highlighter back over to your side and you decide you should at least try to get some work done on a group project before you completely give up the efforts to study. 

“What’s another word for ‘change’?” You ask Woozi as you proofread another group member’s section of the project.

“Why?” Woozi looks up at you in confusion.

“Because this person used ‘change’ like 600 times and it feels very very redundant.” You explain, “Like I feel like we could make this a drinking game. Something like take a chug every time the word ‘change’ appears.”

“We’d get drunk.” Woozi states the obvious and raises an eyebrow at you.

You point a finger at him with a knowing smile, “Exactly.”

“Oh gosh.” Woozi squeezes his eyes shut and giggles. “You’re already thinking about drinking? Finals week hasn’t even started yet.”

“It feels like it started months ago.” You joke with an eye roll, “I’ve been prepared for the post semester drunkness for AGES.”

Woozi shakes his head and turns the page in his notebook, “Adjust, modify, switch, revise. Uh…” He trails off in thought.

“What?” You ask, wondering why he’s saying random words.

“Synonyms for change.” Woozi reiterates your earlier request. “Oh, differ. And that’s all I got.” 

“Oh, right. Thank you.” You quickly jot down the words in the margin of your notebook. “You still sure we can’t make this a drinking game?”

Dokyeom/Seokmin

The math problem staring up at you without giving you any hints at what the answer could be or how to solve for the answer. It’s like it’s mocking you with its numbers and letters gathered in that one particular spot on the screen. 

“Curse you math.” You grumble and open to a fresh page to restart your attempt at solving the problem. 

“What problem are you on?” Dokyeom asks and leans over the table to peer at your laptop.

“This one.” You turn the screen so he can get a better look. 

“Ooooh, yeahhhhh.” Dokyeom drags out the words as if he’s thinking about how he solved them. Then he pops his lips, “Yeah, I haven’t gotten to that one yet.”

You muffle a chuckle and turn the screen back to face you, “Thanks, Kyeomie.” 

“Did you try starting with the theorem we learned last week?” He offers a suggestion while you busy yourself with the nth attempt of solving it.

“Yeah, I did, but it just led me in a circle over and over again.” You tell him, “Didn’t work.”

“Hmm.” Dokyeom leans his chin in his hand in thought but you pay no attention to him. That is until he clears his throat to force your attention to him.

You flicker your eyes upwards for a second before double taking and a laugh bubbles in your throat. “What-?”

“I’ve got my thinking glasses on.” Dokyeom states seriously with three pairs of glasses sitting on his face. 

“Where’d you get all those anyway?” You ask, laughing at his simple antics.

“One of them is mine, one is Minghao’s that he left in my bag, and the last pair are yours.” He explains and your hands fly to your face. No wonder your eyes were starting to feel tired. You’d been staring at your screen without your blue light glasses on. And now they are on Dokyeom’s face, assisting him in thinking.

Seungkwan

“Pencils?” “Check. Laptop AND chargers?” “Check. Notebooks?” “Check.”

“Fuzzy noise canceling headphones?” Seungkwan lists off the next item and pulls just that out of his bag.

“Fuzzy noi- what?” You look up from your backpack and see the headphones in Seungkwan’s hands. “Why do you need those?”

“It’s finals week, and I need to focus.” He waves the headphones at you, “And since SOMEONE made me come to the library, I need these so I don’t get distracted from the noise.”

You widen your eyes and go back to organizing your study supplies, “Oh-kay.” You definitely didn’t find this weird… at all….

“Judge all you want.” Seungkwan says, a-matter-a-factly, “These babies work wonders.”

You give him a half hearted nod and start your studying. He follows suit and places his earbuds on before settling the fuzzy headphones over his ears. Throughout your study session, friends of yours come up to you two and have small chats. And each time, Seungkwan is forced to take off his fuzzy headphones to be apart of the conversations with his friends.

By the 20th time, Seungkwan is annoyed and you can read the annoyance on his face like it’s a kindergartener’s book. Your friend bids you goodbye before leaving the table side and then Seungkwan lets out a sighed groan.

“How are those headphones working out for you?” You ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

“They’re working fantastic when I have them on. I just wished people would stop coming up to me.” Seungkwan whines, “I mean what part of fuzzy pink noise cancelling headphones says ‘please come talk to me while my head in buried in my notes’?” 

You smirk and joke, “I’m guessing it’s the little eyelids and eyelashes stitched onto them.” You nod towards the sides and his lips twitch in distaste at your joke.

Jeonghan:

His eyes went wide as soon as Jeonghan spotted what you were wearing, with Seungcheol’s eyes just beside him landing on the same thing.

“Isn’t that your jumper from the tour?” Seungcheol enquired, noticing Jeonghan’s name written on the bottom of your hoodie.

“Y/N must’ve picked up the wrong one,” Jeonghan panicked, unable to take his eyes away from you, “they were hung up side by side together in the wardrobe.”

A hum came from Seungcheol, “are you sure you didn’t give it to her? Let people know she’s yours?”

Jeonghan’s head shook straight away in reply to Seungcheol, “do you really think that I’m that protective over Y/N that I would make her wear my hoodie?”

“Absolutely,” Seungcheol sniggered, feeling Jeonghan’s hand poke into his side, “we’ve all seen how protective you can be.”

“I honestly didn’t give it to her,” Jeonghan huffed, “although I think by the end of the day everyone will know that Y/N is with me.”

“I’m still not convinced you didn’t give it to her on purpose,” Seungcheol smiled.

“I’m not as protective as you think, honest.”

Joshua:

He couldn’t help but let his smile grow as Joshua caught sight of you, a smile that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Minghao just beside him.

“Isn’t that yours?” Minghao asked, beginning to figure out what had caught Joshua’s attention, “is that why you’re smiling?”

“I’m not smiling,” Joshua defended, not even realising how wide his grin was until Minghao imitated him, matching his smile perfectly and leaving Joshua stunned.

Once he was done, Minghao pushed against his arm, “and she’s wearing it at the workplace too.”

Joshua’s head shook as he looked away from your direction, “it’s no big deal, I mean Y/N’s worn my shirts before anyway,” he tried his best to defend.”

“But this is to work,” Minghao reminded him, unable to ignore you quite as well as Joshua was, “others will know it’s yours too.”

“I bet no one will even notice,” Joshua responded, but Minghao’s head shook, a suspicious looking smile beginning to form on his face.

“They won’t notice unless someone just so happens to tell them,” he teased.

“There’s no way that you’d stitch me up like that.”

Woozi:

A hand hitting against the table made Jihoon jump as he took a sip from his coffee cup, shooting a glare across at Vernon beside him.

“I’ve figured it out,” Vernon muttered, looking across in your direction across the cafeteria, “that’s your shirt that Y/N’s wearing.”

“What are you on about?” Jihoon laughed in disbelief back across at Vernon, that was until he looked to wear you were, and what you were wearing too.”

Vernon’s head nodded confidently, “I can’t believe that Y/N’s worn your shirt to work.”

Jihoon’s head shook at how excited Vernon was beside him, “it’s just a shirt, you’ve seen Y/N wearing my shirts before,” he reminded Vernon.

“T-that’s one of your favourite shirts too though,” Vernon quickly picked up on, “and you really let her borrow it from you?”

“Y/N needed a shirt, all of hers at the dorm need to be washed,” he explained, “I wouldn’t have given that shirt to her otherwise.”

“I bet you would have, you can’t say no to Y/N at all,” Vernon joked in reply.

“I can say no, you’ve just not seen me do it yet.”

DK:

A bellow of his name caused Seokmin to tense up as Soonyoung rushed towards him, grabbing his arm and shaking Seokmin’s frame.

“You are such a liar,” Soonyoung told him with a shake of his head, “I’ve just seen Y/N and talked to her about the shirt.”

“What did she say?” Seokmin smiled, trying his best not to give anything away, “if she told you that it was my shirt that she was wearing, she was definitely lying.”

Soonyoung refused to believe him a second time around, “I called it all along that that was yours.”

Seokmin struggled to control his expression as Soonyoung stared, “Y/N must just have a similar shirt to the one that I own, I’d never share my wardrobe.”

“You definitely would share with Y/N,” Soonyoung sniggered, “I can’t believe I trusted you and believed what you said.”

“How come you believe Y/N, but you don’t believe me?” Seokmin challenged as Soonyoung dropped his arm, “why listen to her?”

“Because I know Y/N, and she would never lie to me,” Soonyoung established.

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Seungkwan:

The sound of the door suddenly slamming made Seungkwan jump as he looked across to Mingyu who was sprinting across to get to him.

“I like Y/N’s outfit today,” Mingyu suddenly complimented as soon as he was close enough to Seungkwan, “it suits her.”

“Why?” Seungkwan asked him in confusion, “why did you feel like I needed to know that?” He then added, standing up from the floor where he dropped his bag.

Mingyu’s eyes rolled at Seungkwan’s innocence, “she was wearing a shirt of yours you know.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as soon as Mingyu spoke. “I knew that she was looking through my wardrobe last night, even though she said she wasn’t.”

“I have to say, the shirt suited her too,” Mingyu added, unable to stop himself from teasing Seungkwan a little more.”

“I’m going to have to buy a lock and key for my wardrobe,” he sighed, “and she had the confidence to wear it to work too.”

“I imagine she’ll be hiding from you so that you don’t see it,” Mingyu suggested.

“I’ll hunt her down one way or another.”

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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?”

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