Finals Season

finals season

day one of junkissed's svt seasons greetings event

=͟͟͞➳❥ member | college tutor!seungcheol x college student!reader (gn)

=͟͟͞➳❥ genre | fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort ? 

=͟͟͞➳❥ word count | ~2,000

=͟͟͞➳❥ synopsis | getting a degree isn't easy. fortunately, your tutor that you maybe have a crush on is here to help.

=͟͟͞➳❥ warnings | frat president!cheol, mentions of math (yes this is a warning), mutual crushes but they’re both kinda idiots, friends (?) to lovers, really awkward confession scene oops, there's 2 screenshots at the beginning bc i wanted to!

=͟͟͞➳❥ notes | lowercase intended; honestly idk how this happened i promise the rest won’t be angsty like this sjdgkfs it was supposed to be cute but then my brain just kept chugging so. um enjoy !

one reblog = one snowy frat party

you sigh and stand up off the couch, wrapping your scarf around your neck. as much as you hated doing math, you always seemed to jump at the chance to study with seungcheol. the weather had made you reluctant to leave the comfort of your home, but the promise of coffee (and your unfairly attractive tutor) was more than enough to lure you out of the house for a couple hours.

even though your major had almost nothing to do with math, you’re still required to take so many credits of the subject to meet your requirements.

you shrug on your coat and grab your backpack in the dark, shoving your laptop and charger in with notebooks and folders. turning to take one last look around to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything, you shut the door quietly and lock it.

the lady working the shift at the front desk smiles and waves as you walk through the lobby of your apartment complex. “where are you headed?” she asks, setting down her nail file.

“tutoring,” you say, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder.

“ooh, that hot guy that comes through here every thursday?”

you giggle. “yeah.”

“well, good luck, baby,” she grins, giving you a very indiscreet wink. “have fun with you man!”

“no– we’re not together,” you explain, feeling your cheeks start to heat in embarrassment. not that you don’t want to be together. you don’t even know if he’s single or not.

“not yet! you never know!”

“i’ll see you later,” you laugh, walking out the front door with a wave behind you.

seungcheol’s house is on the other end of campus where the fraternity houses are. it’s not a far walk, but with the snow still coming down heavily you decide not to risk showing up at his door looking like a total mess. so instead of walking like you usually do, you wait at the bus stop outside your apartment, rushing to find a place under the overhang with a crowd of other students waiting to get to class.

fifteen minutes later, you step off the bus, trudging through the quickly growing piles of snow on the ground up to the door of cheol’s apartment.

it’s only friday afternoon, but lambda phi epsilon is already gearing up for whatever party they’re hosting this weekend. you can hear faint music playing from one of the houses across the street. you wonder why cheol, the current president of the frat, isn’t over there with them, but you don’t dwell on the thought.

you smooth down your jacket and check your hair in the reflection of your phone screen, then take a deep breath and knock twice.

the door swings open immediately, revealing your tutor dressed in his… pajamas. you almost choke, your eyes falling to his flannel pants and collared pajama shirt, the top buttons undone revealing an expanse of smooth skin. the material looks soft, so soft, and you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching out to touch him.

“hey! come on in, it’s cold out there,” he smiles warmly. you snap back to attention, drawing your gaze back up to his face.

“thanks,” you manage, stepping inside. “you look, um. comfortable.”

“i love the snow,” he explains. “perfect weather to stay inside and get cozy for the weekend.”

you raise your eyebrows. “you’re not going to the party later?”

“no?” he questions. “why, are you going?”

your cheeks flare. “no, i’m– work,” you laugh awkwardly as the entirety of the english language disappears from your brain.

he smiles. “cool. you can stay as long as you want, then, i don’t have plans. we can work until you have to leave.”

“sounds great,” you squeak out.

oh, it’s gonna be a long night.

but the night isn’t as long as you thought it would be. it actually goes by pretty quickly, once you sit down and start working. as distracting as seungcheol is, you’ve really gotta learn these concepts before your final.

after many tutoring sessions you’d already figured out that cheol is insanely smart, but it never occurred to you before just how smart he is. not only does he understand the material, he understands it enough to explain everything in a way that makes sense to you— something your teachers could never do. everything just seems to click in your brain when he tells you things like why the angle of elevation is below the shape and not above it. hell, he’s even made his own practice problems for you that aren’t in your book, and after hours of teaching you get them all right, all on your own.

“try using this equation,” he says, gently nudging your elbow.

“huh?” you realize you’ve been staring at him and you whip your eyes back down to the workbook in front of you, embarrassed to be focusing on him and not the actual reason you’re here.

what is the reason you’re here? you wonder, your mind wandering. you went to the math department and signed up for a tutor, and a week later you met him in a private corner of the library to get help before your exam. and after a while, you started meeting him at your apartment, because your sessions ran long after the library had closed for the night. and now you’re sitting in his living room, contemplating every life decision you’ve made up until this point and wondering how the hell you ended up studying triangles with him in his pajamas.

he calls your name again, and you turn your head to look at him. but when you make eye contact, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to cry.

“do you wanna stop for now? we’ve been on this for a while, we can switch to something else if you want,” he asks. his eyes are full of concern at the sudden way you’ve stopped responding.

how did you end up falling in love with him?

“i… i think i should go home now,” you choke out. your throat feels like it’s closing up from the effort it takes not to burst into tears in the middle of his house.

“oh,” he says quietly. “are you sure? i have more practice problems for you, here, you can take–”

“why are you so nice to me?” you say abruptly.

he pauses. “i– what?”

“our study sessions go way past the hour set by the university, you make practice problems for me, you invite me to your house in your pajamas. you don’t have to do any of that. you get paid no matter what. why?”

his gaze shifts around the room, from the workbook still lying open on the table to the posters on his wall behind you. “i’m sorry about… this,” he says finally. “we can meet in the library again if you don’t like meeting here. and i would’ve changed, if i knew the pajamas made you uncomfortable.”

“it’s not the pajamas,” you whisper.

“sorry?” he says, not hearing you.

“it’s not the pajamas,” you repeat, louder this time. “it’s you. i… i don’t think i need a tutor anymore,” you say.

your vision begins to blur with tears when you hear him say softly, “okay.”

you grab your things and pack your backpack in record time. cheol holds the door open for you as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder.

“i’ll, uh, talk to the tutoring advisor and tell her you don’t need help anymore,” he says awkwardly as you rush out the door.

“goodbye, cheol,” you say, and turn down the steps to leave.

the sound of the door closing quietly behind you is what finally breaks you. tears stream down your face, burning your skin in contrast to the freezing air.

the snow had stopped while you’d been in his house, slowly turning into slush. you plop down on the sidewalk, not even caring that you’re sitting in a puddle of dirt and ice. not only had you just lost your free homework help, you’ve lost a friend who might’ve maybe been something more, if you hadn’t panicked and run off at the first thought of him.

your nose starts to run and you cry harder, wiping your nose against your sleeve, but it does nothing. you sit on the curb outside in the cold for so long you start shivering, but you don’t have the motivation to get up. a part of you doesn’t want to leave, and you don’t know why.

without the extra practice from cheol, you’ll probably bomb your final, which means having to take even more classes for even more credits next semester.

you hear a squeak behind you, but you don’t look back. whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.

“are you okay?”

a familiar voice calls out, and you force yourself to turn around.

“i mean, you don’t look okay,” he adds. “you’re sitting in front of my house, in the snow.”

you hadn’t even noticed it had started to snow again. “oh.”

“do you want to come inside?” he asks gently.

“no,” you answer immediately, but the cold is starting to get to you. “yes.”

he smiles, and just that makes you feel better. he moves out of the middle of the doorway, leaving room for you to come inside.

you stand up, trying to wipe the snow from your backside, and walk back into his house.

a pot of coffee is already steaming on the countertop, and he pours a mug and hands it to you. “why were you sitting in front of my house, in the snow?” he asks after a moment, giving you a minute to warm up.

“i don’t know,” you admit, sniffling. he hands you a tissue. where did he get that?

as you start to calm down and take in your surroundings, you notice he’s changed into jeans and a sweater.

“you didn’t have to change,” you say quietly.

“i know,” he says. “i, uh… i decided i’m going to the party later.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

the tension in the room is almost unbearable, but you purposely ignore it, bringing his mug to your lips to drink with shaky hands.

“what did you mean, ‘it’s me’?” he says finally. “what you said earlier.”

you swallow. no running away this time.

“well. um. because you’re too good. at everything.” you close your eyes and sigh. “you’re good at math and you’re good at tutoring and you’re a good person.”

“oh?” he asks cautiously. “is that… a bad thing?”

“i don’t know,” you say,. “i don’t know. you’re too nice to me. i can’t figure it out.”

he smiles, and his hand moves at his side, as if he wants to reach out and touch you, but he stays put. “i–” he swallows. “i think you’re really great. and nice. and i wanted to, i guess, get to know you better. that’s why i suggested meeting outside the library. and why i help you so much. because i do want to help you, but, uh…” he trails off, staring at his feet. “i also want more than that.”

“you do?”

he looks up at you nervously, waiting to see if your reaction is good or bad.

“i also want more than that, i think,” you say quietly.

"do– do you wanna stay for a little while?" he asks, glancing out the window. "it's started snowing again."

you smile. "yeah."

his face brightens. "we can order food or watch tv, or– we could keep studying, whatever you want," he says shyly.

"i thought you were going to the party?"

"nah," he grins. "i’d rather stay right here.”

taglist | @foxdaisy @tinkerbell460 @dokyeomblr @just-here-to-read-01 @ny0sang @noraehey @squiishymeow @pearlygraysky @baekhyunstruly @tenn87 @raevyng @aceofvernons @odetoyeonjun @enha-choo @matilde111 @dkakapizzaboy

join my taglist here!

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed! if you liked this, reblog or leave an ask or a comment, it shows me you enjoyed this so i know to write more like this in the future!

pledis_17: [17'S 도겸] 우리는 세븐틴♥️

thank you for the tag @savventeen

tag game: put my playlist on shuffle, list 10 songs, and then tag 10 people

These songs are from my ‘on repeat’ since I couldn’t decide which playlist to pick up because there are sooo many playlists

1.     Forever Only - Jaehyun

2.     2 Minus 1 - SEVENTEEN

3.     Animals – Maroon 5

4.     Open the safe – Na Yoon Sik, Park Sejun

5.     The Dreaming – Monsta X

6.     Love You Goodbye – One Direction

7.     Night view – Monsta X

8.     Maroon – Taylor Swift

9.     The Happiest Girl - BLACKPINK

10.  Losing You - WONHO

tagging @aestheticfangirl @oxyjunator @itutsity 

feel free to do, no pressure though ^^

I’m a loner here ><

hihihi thank you for the tag @wooahaes <3

tag game: put my playlist on shuffle, list 10 songs, and then tag 10 people

i have too many playlists, so i'm gonna shuffle my spotify 'on repeat' lol

Alligator Monday - Cuzco

Follow - Monsta X

Say My Name - ATEEZ

Remedy, Surging Sea - Son Lux

Going Dumb (with Stray Kids) - Alesso, CORSAK, Stray Kids

_WORLD - SEVENTEEN

Pink in the Night - Mitski

Look at the Sky - Porter Robinson

Left & Right - SEVENTEEN

VERY NICE - SEVENTEEN

honorable mentions are Uta's songs from the new one piece movie bc they are all i've been listening to since sunday skjflsjfldsj

tagging @twancingyunhao @rubyreduji @dokyeomblr @housewifehui @soulmateshua @softnyams @smalliechelle @nihyunluvskookie @diamondyjh @freakyfriedrice and anyone else that sees it and wants to do it!!

seungcheol is sooo dreamy - i'm not surprised at all LOL he has such a versatile personality. even though vernon is technically my bias, i agree that he's super hard to write for. he has such a...multi-faceted personality that's hard to portray. hmm, my next question for you is: what's your favorite season? :o - 🎁 anon

Ikrrr, way toooo dreamy. And yes I agree with you, feels like Vernon would fit everything automatically, but then you just sometimes need to feel that way while writing.

And my favorite season is autumn 🍂

I love this season way too much, standing under the tree and leaves falling down, can't be more beautiful. Everything looks sooo prettyyy, what's yours? And hope you had a nice day todayyy, and almost forget to ask you, who's easiest to write for you? And hardest member? hehe i lowkey wanna know 😆

- Nihyun 🍒

I LOVEDDDD ITTT

Terrifyingly Innocent [Nineteen-Finale]

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. Jihoon)

Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, inaccurate architectural information regarding Achillieon Palace, unedited (I was in a rush - my sincerest apologies)

WC: ~3.8k

A/N: We're at an end of a twogyuu era 😭 It's my first ever written series and with it, I do feel like I've learned and grown a lot as a writer. Since it was my first, admittedly it wasn't my best work looking back now, but I'm grateful to everyone who was willing to read it as I went along. I also saw recently that the masterlist hit like 1.2k upvotes and was like 🤯 Y'all really like this hot recycling!? LOL. Jokes, jokes - I'm very honored so many people wanted to read and/or actually liked this 🥺 Admittedly, I think this was the fic that really allowed my blog to flourish, so forreals, I'm really grateful. There were many moments where I was close to abandoning the series, but I'm glad I pushed through and I didn't - prove to myself (and all of you) that I can finish something 😭😂

To the lovely silent readers, the enthusiastic rebloggers, and everyone in between, thank you all so much for being patient and your constant support this past year as I worked through this fic 💙 without further ado, the happy ending (most of) you asked for 🤗

I'm not sure when I'm going to do a series this long again (low-key it was very taxing as much as I enjoyed it😭), but I hope you all enjoy my future works, long or short, just as much. Happy reading!

And for my take care ♥! anon who wanted the Hao sequel/ending - I have a surprise for you in the months to come, so watch out for it! (i.e. i need a little time to write it out 💀 and flesh out the whole story so ksjdfalkdjf)

Taglist: @wonwoojichu​​@itsveronicaxxx​ @ann-non​ @halfsaints​ @cheolright ​@yoozuku​ @catwonwoo​ @pwwarkjisung​ @listxn​@arikimtanapon​ @haobrainrot​ @autumn-lv​ @sleeplessdawn​@cheoriemoawa​ @nanamioo​ @rjsmochii​ @hobistigma ​@magical-spit​ @smuchsmut ​@wonwoosthetic​ @taestrwbrry​ @ahgastayzen​ @bibinnieposts​ @nixtape-foryou​ @d-noona​​ @jennie-rubyjane​ @greasywallboyluvr​ @billboard-singer​​ @wonuziex​​ @fanfic24 @jeonghanniehae95 @kayleeshinee @bsshjsjsn @confuchan

Unable to tag :( : @soonchanshua @missjopper @technicallypsychicmiracle @0f-course-why-not

previous || masterlist || fin

Your childhood bedroom was always a safe space for you.

Whether you wanted to hide your tears from your family, you were angry at Jihoon, or just wanted to kick and scream about the latest Eighteen comeback, you could do it all comfortably here, and be completely vulnerable and raw with yourself. It was strategically decorated to reflect your unchanging, yet growing self: a shelf lined with your favorite books from childhood to your teenage years, lilac walls plastered with posters of bands you’ve grown to love throughout the years, and your favorite part: the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on your ceiling. 

They were seemingly childish, but you loved them. Whereas most girls your age would’ve opted for fairy lights at this point, you insisted on Jihoon helping you put them up in your last year of high school before he left for university, as short as he is. You didn’t like them because they were particularly aesthetic, no. They were tacky and cheap – sometimes you’d wake up in the morning and find that a star had fallen off overnight. Nonetheless, when your mind raced before falling asleep, anxious over college acceptances, or your heart was feeling heavy, the familiar neon green glow offered you a sense of comfort. With a deep breath, your eyes would scan across your ceiling and walls, and you’d count them until they lulled you to sleep. 

They were simple decor, maybe even ugly, but a sense of consistency that you needed, especially in these past few years. 

That’s what you were thinking, ironically, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars mindlessly too, when you heard pelting at your window. Crawling out of bed, you switched on your lamp and walked over, flinching when you saw a black pebble sailing at you. Fortunately, the glass of your window deflected it before it would have smacked you right between your eyes. 

You leaned over the ledge and peered down onto the driveway. 

Choi fucking Seungcheol. 

Oddly enough, his shoulders relaxed, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, a soft smile settling on his cherry lips – he seemed almost pleased to see you fuming and hanging out your window ready to yell at him. 

What was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be tucked away in bed at his apartment near the university campus? If Seungcheol was here . . . was Jihoon here?

“You’re gonna pay for broken glass if you keep that up,” you hissed. 

“Happy to see you too, Y/N,” he grinned dopily. 

You rolled your eyes, glancing back to check the time before you replied. 

3:28AM.

“What are you doing here? At 4AM?!” you exclaimed. 

“I missed you,” Seungcheol teased. 

“Choi Seungcheol,” you warned. 

He only chuckled – god, how you hated how your brother’s best friend never took you seriously. 

“Let me up,” Seungcheol pressed on. He scratched the back of his head looking around. “You have some vines or something?”

You pointed down at the attached garage, a criss-crossed decor on the side leading up to your room. “You can try, but I can also just come down and open the door for you.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, he smirked. “Nonsense – what’s the thrill in doors when I can do this like the movies.”

“It’s real life, not the,” you paused as he was already shaking the decor to test its sturdiness. “Never mind.”

You watched him hook the toe of his shoe into the bottom hole and hoist himself up with his hands, his forearms flexing in the process. He must’ve been ripped if you could make out the shadows of his muscles if this shit lighting. Catching yourself admiring him too long, you tore your gaze away, rubbing your cheeks to get a better sense of yourself. 

This was Choi Seungcheol – your brother’s best friend. 

You turned back, noting how the metal was creaking under his weight. 

“If you break that –”

“Whoa! Umph!” Seungcheol missed a step and tumbled down. 

“Seungcheol!” 

He groaned at the soreness shooting through his back. Nervous that he broke his spine and may not be able to ever walk again, you abandoned your spot at the window and raced downstairs. You threw open the front door, forgetting to put shoes on, and rushed across the lawn to his side. 

“You idiot,” you stumbled down onto your knees, hands tracing over his body for any injuries. “I told you not to climb that thing.”

 He chuckled – after Jihoon, only you would ever be this worried about him after one of his stupid stunts. 

“You didn’t tell me to stop,” Seungcheol grunted, pushing himself up into a sitting position. 

Scowling, you sat back on your heels to allow for some distance between the two of you. 

“You said, ‘it’s real life, not the – never mind,’” he poked your forehead with his pointer and middle finger, “You never finished.”

If he could tease you this much, clearly, he was okay. 

“Asshole,” you shoved him, “You can just sleep on the lawn tonight.”

You got up and brushed the grass off your pajamas, heading for the front door that was left agape in your flurry. 

“Hey!” Seungcheol pouted, he heaved himself up, wincing at the ache already starting in his lower back, and chased after you. “Wait!”

“Just go home, Seungcheol – or call your chauffeur,” you waved him off, not bothering to look back. “I’m sure Mr. Kang isn’t that far away.”

His thick fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you back. You tried your damned best to wriggle out of his hold to no avail – curse him and his newfound obsession with the gym. He was even stronger than before. 

He pouted, “I said I missed you.”

“Yeah and?” you furrowed your brows together. 

“Is that how you welcome a friend?”

“Technically, you’re Jihoon’s friend.”

“And by default yours.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned in annoyance. This wasn’t going anywhere. “Just . . . go up to Jihoon’s room and sleep there, okay? It’s night – burglars and murderers are out. If we stay out here longer, the neighbors might call the cops. Let alone, you don’t want to wake my dad.”

A pleased smile graced his smug face. Seungcheol pushed passed you and skipped inside. When you entered, he was already running up the stairs. 

How odd. 

It wasn’t that the two of you weren’t friends, but you weren’t necessarily close enough for him to do things like this either. He was dressed nicely and you could’ve swore you caught a whiff of alcohol when you checked him earlier. You wondered what happened – a night out at the clubs again maybe? Jihoon had mentioned he was “going through a hoe phase.” He had to be drunk for him to come seeking you. Sure, he might’ve missed you but to no extent that he’d come visit you in the dead of night. 

When you entered your room, too lost in your musing, you failed to notice Seungcheol already collapsed on your bed. 

“Seungcheol,” you moaned, “What are you doing?”

He turned his head to look at you, his bread-like cheeks pressed into your comforter, smiling innocently. 

“Get off,” you poked his shoulder. 

“No,” he quipped. 

You pushed a little harder this time. “Get off – go sleep in Jihoon’s room.” 

He only buried his face in your pile of blankets. 

“Seungcheol – oof!”

He tugged you onto the bed and crawled onto your lap. Inhaling deeply, you definitely caught a whiff of the alcohol mixed with something sweet. He was definitely drunk – what were you supposed to do? You didn’t have experience dealing with drunk friends. 

“Stop yelling at me,” Seungcheol muttered. “Just,” he let out a shallow breath, already nodding off, “Let me sleep here for a bit.”

This was way too intimate of a position for you and your older brother’s best friend. His face? In your lap? 

It’d be rude to push him off when he was sleeping so peacefully though. When you had calmed down a bit, you took in his rather ethereal appearance. His lashes were perfectly curled and long – he was so close, you swore you could’ve counted each strand. Your eyes tracing down the straight of his nose, settling on his cherry red pout. It was almost as if he was always wearing lip tint. 

You weren’t quite sure why, but you felt an urge to card through his hair. You raised a hand, hovering nervously above his head – do you? Do you not?

You do. 

Seungcheol mewled at your touch, eliciting a blush on your cheeks. You were glad he was asleep and couldn’t see how affected you were at such a seemingly small act. 

“Missed you,” Seungcheol said again, much more softly this time. “I meant it.”

You only hummed in response. 

“Uni sucks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He winced, snuggling deeper into your thighs. 

“Wish it was just you, Jihoon, and me forever.”

You chortled softly. “It can be if you want.”

He didn’t reply afterwards. You were only met with his soft snores.

That night, you never did find out why he came to visit. He was gone before you woke up the next day. 

“Have you always liked me?” you asked Seungcheol, staring off at the city below, mindlessly brushing through his dark locks similarly to that night all those years ago. 

“Hhmm?” Seungcheol looked up at you.

You smiled, letting your gaze fall to meet his own. His eyes were shining, the city lights reflecting off his dark irises and lighting up like neon green stars in your childhood bedroom. 

You were halfway through the summer already. Finals flew by like a train you were trying to catch. Graduation went by like a blur and then the flurry of parties that followed. Seungcheol was slowly starting to pick up responsibilities at Sebong Holding, while you, more shifts at the cafe. He still picked you after your shifts when he could – notably, coming into the cafe this time instead of waiting for you at the street corner. 

You had sorted things out with Jisoo as well; admittedly, a little awkward, but he was surprisingly very calm about it, telling you he figured you had your mind set on someone else given how preoccupied all the times the two of you spent together. Jihoon seemed to be the hardest one to convince regarding your relationship. Though he was reluctant and still suspicious, he was . . . slowly warming up to the idea of Seungcheol and you being together – for real. He doesn’t purposely sit in between the two of you anymore during car rides on night outs (“hands to ourselves please,” he’d grumble before and after the trip).  

Unfortunately, because of his busy schedule, you found yourself spending less time with Seungcheol than you both had intended this summer. Fortunately, however, that only made all the moments more precious, no matter how big or small. Nothing between the two of you changed since making it “official” per se. As Clara had put it, if you hadn’t come clean and confessed you and Seungcheol were fake dating, no one would have suspected it in the first place. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Hansol had mused, alternating, quirking his eyebrows, “It was all very seamless and oddly natural now knowing that – as if he always had a crush on you or something.”

Tonight was one of those few nights Seungcheol had some free time and asked to go out for a drive to your now shared “safe haven,” simply in hopes of enjoying each other’s presence and the perks of a city view.

“Have you always liked me?” you asked again. 

“Why do you ask?” he turned back, pressing his cheek into the palm of his hands. 

“Reminds me of the last time we were like this,” you replied. “You remember? My senior year of high school – you showed up throwing rocks at my window.”

It was a bittersweet memory, but he was glad you were in it. 

“Yeah,” Seungcheol replied softly. 

“Well?”

He sighed. “I can’t say I didn’t think about it growing up.”

“So . . . you faked dated me on purpose?”

“What?” he shot up from his spot on your lap, frowning at you. 

You chortled and leaned back on the palm of your hand, tilting your chin towards him. 

Seungcheol took it as an opportunity to peck your lips. 

“I didn’t really think about liking you,” he looked sideways, considering his words before continuing again, “Liking you romantically until recently, at least. Sure it crossed my mind a couple of times how funny it’d be if we got married because Jihoon,” he noted the way your eyes widened humorously. He scowled at you jokingly, reaching over to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch nonetheless. “ I’ve always . . . had a soft spot for you though.” 

Slowly, a small, shy smile crept onto your face as you paused, letting a comfortable moment of silence pass. You turned your head to graze your lips across his palm. 

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “You’re incredibly cheesy, you know that?”

He did know, but he didn’t mind if it was you – not that he’d tell you that right now out loud. 

“We’ve come a long way, Y/N.” 

Seungcheol snaked his arms around your waist, sliding you across the hood of his car into his embrace. Foreheads touching, Seungcheol slotted his lips against yours, lazily kissing you. He broke away momentarily to let you better slant your head and ease into him – the press of your lips sudden and more fervent.

He didn’t think he could ever get tired of the taste of you.

“I love you,” Seungcheol whispered against your lips, “Gonna miss this when you’re gone.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whispered back, “We still have time until then,” you placed a chaste peck on the corner of his mouth as if to reassure him, “And it’s not forever.”

“I know,” he whined softly, “Doesn’t mean I still won’t though.”

You let out a breathy chortle. “You’re whipped, Cheol.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Teeth grazing on his bottom lip, you let them sink in lightly before tugging away to tease him. “I’ll gladly take the blame.”

Seungcheol let out a hesitant breath, unsure if now was a good time to bring up the topic. You weren’t necessarily hard to talk to – communication has been flowing easily between the two of you. The possibility of your relationship being nothing but a fever dream and ending in a month and half was just something he wasn’t sure he wanted – not when he was growing more attached to you by the day. He loved the way you texted him back telling him he was corny with the woozy-faced emoji after every ‘good morning’ message. The way “Cheol” rolled off your tongue sounded like a gentle music box to his ears. He loved the thrill of being able to hold you close when Jihoon wasn’t around. 

“Does this mean . . .?” his voice trailed off. 

You looked at him coyly, silently urging him to finish. 

“You want to keep trying?” He took your hint. “Long-distance and all?”

The corner of your lips twitched up, your eyes flickering to your touching fingers. 

“If you don’t know yet, you don’t have to tell me right now,” Seungcheol quickly added, his thumb grazing your chin. 

“No, no,” you were quick to reply, “I mean – no, I don’t don’t know yet, but yes, I . . . want this long-term.”

Seungcheol beamed at you. “Really?”

“Really,” your finger mindlessly traced his knuckles shyly, “During and after Greece . . . I’m just . . . nervous.” You breathed out hesitantly. 

Seungcheol smiled gently. “I am too, but we’ll figure it out – we always do.”

You nodded silently, dipping your chin into your chest in an attempt to hide your face from him. He could make out the sniffling between your breaths. 

“A-are you crying?” Seungcheol chuckled. 

“No,” you fibbed. 

“Baby girl, you are,” Seungcheol cooed. He raised your chin and swiped at your cheeks. 

“You’re just . . . so fucking corny, Cheol,” you smacked his chest lightly. 

A low laugh bubbling from his chest, Seungcheol pulled you into his embrace, squeezing you tightly as if you couldn’t be any closer to him. Planting a peck on the crown of your head, he stroked your back, reassuring you, “You are so in love with me.”

Despite having grown up with Seungcheol and having grown with him romantically these past few months, you were still as shy as ever to admit it. 

You were. 

Epilogue (Bonus): 6 months later, Greece

“What are you doing today?” Seungcheol asked. 

You hummed softly, collecting your books and sliding them into your satchel as class was finishing up. The Mediterranean air was thick and humid, the papers sticking to the table rather easily. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead, nodding at your professor on your way out and into the hallways. 

“I’m going to go visit the Achilleion Palace,” you told him, “Taking some pictures and gathering inspiration for a project.”

“That sounds exciting,” Seungcheol mused. 

“It is,” you smiled softly to yourself, “I wish you were here to see it with me.”

“Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, descending down the steps of the lecture hall. “Of course.”

“I wish I was there too,” he said back to you. “Send me some photos alright? At least I can live vicariously through you.”

“Okay.”

“I gotta get back to work –”

“We are now boarding for gate 3A,” a formal voice sounded in the background. 

Your brows furrowed together. “Are you traveling right now for your dad?”

“Uhh, no,” Seungcheol hummed, “Just . . . picking a client.”

“Huh – you’ve never done that before.”

“Well, when duty calls and they’re important.”

“Fine,” you shrugged. He had no reason to lie to you. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay,” you relented. 

“Love you,” he sang. 

“I guess . . . I do too.”

“Very convincing sweetheart, but I know you do,” he smooched into the receiver. “Only 146 more days until I see you.”

“You’re still counting?!”

“What kind of long-distance boyfriend would I be if I wasn't?”

You both bid goodbye and hung up. Walking back to your dorm, you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling in your chest. 

Something wasn’t quite right. 

The Achilleion Palace was magnificent. 

A three-story, stark white building surrounded by the greenery of the island by the clear blue water, you were in sheer awe that you had the privilege to come here and see it in person. You had seen pictures of it in textbooks, but none of the pictures did it justice. Nonetheless, you had taken out your camera to snap photos of the grand entrance. 

You waited momentarily for the tourists to clear before you aimed the lens at the building, making a point to ensure the marble pillars were symmetrical on either side of the shot. Just as you were about to snap the photo though, an annoying young man dressed in a black t-shirt and white shorts walked straight across your view. 

Your finger was poised, ready to press the button as he lingered along the edges, but then he walked across again. 

“Fucking prick,” you groaned, lowering your camera. 

You narrowed your eyes following after him. Suddenly, he was making a beeline towards you. As he grew closer, from his wide eyes to plush pout, his features were coming together and growing all too familiar. 

“Choi Seungcheol!” you feigned annoyance as you called after him. You tried your best to control your breathing, but it only grew uneven by the second. 

He grinned widely at the sound of his name, suddenly taking off in a run towards you. He laughed loudly, scooping you up into his chest and spinning you around. You squealed, clasping tightly around his shoulders. God how you missed his touch and the way you could almost never fully wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked breathlessly as if you were the one running. Your hands slipped down against his chest. 

“Surprise?” he offered instead. 

You scoffed. “You were at the airport earlier.”

His hand played with your waist, tilting his head coyly at you feigning innocence. “And?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“That’d defeat the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“I don’t like surprises,” you fake pouted. 

Seungcheol pointed to the empty space behind him. “Should I? Should I go home then?”

“No!” you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. “I-I . . . I missed you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chortled, kissing into the crown of your head. “Missed you too.”

“You’re already here, so you might as well just stay . . . maybe a few days.”

“How about a week?” Seungcheol offered. 

Eyes wide, you pulled back. “A week?!”

He winked at you. 

“Wait how?” you frowned. You mind flitted back to the few news articles about the Sebong heir making more public appearances at events these days. “Don’t you have work?”

“Work,” he paused, trying his best to suppress his grin, “In Greece, yeah.”

A moment of silence passed as you peered up at him through your lashes, your heart swelling and manifesting itself on your lips into a stupid, hopelessly in love grin. It had been months since he kissed you goodbye at the airport and when you thought you wouldn’t see him until next year, he was here, in flesh, in your arms. The phone calls and text messages throughout the day were nice and comforting, but nothing beat seeing him in real time.  

“I’ll be a little busy some days, but I’ll make time to come see you,” he reached for your hand, loosely holding it and running his thumb across your knuckles. 

Some would argue that your time being together a little more than a year at this point was all part of the process and this giddy feeling whenever you saw one another was just part of your “honeymoon phase” that would soon start to fade. You’d like to think you and Seungcheol were different, however. Your relationship with one another was like a honeymoon phase that lasted a lifetime because you enjoyed all the little things about one another and with each other. It’s not that you were naive and weren’t expecting any problems to arise, but you’d hope that you could work through those and ride out this love story like they write in fanfiction on Tumblr. 

Perhaps you were loopy on feelings, but Choi Seungcheol was truly something else – a good something else. 

Launching yourself into his chest, you whispered those three damned words you were once so afraid of: “I love you.”

Romantic gestures

95s, 96s, 97s, 98s, 99s ··- ฅ^._.^ฅ

a/n: this took me a looongg time to make, figuring out what best fit the members and I personally think that these fit them pretty well sjkdhk hopefully, ya'll think so too!! but do comment or ask if you have any opinions. likes and reblogs are massively appreciated <33 Also Happy birthday wonwoo!! please know that you are precious and loved. no fic I'll write can encapsulate how much I love you, how much carats love you. spend today knowing that you've done well, you've done your best because as long as it's you, we'll love it no matter.

genre: still fluff (ill learn to write other genres one day lmaoo)

warning: none (do tell me if i missed any!)

Seungcheol: Preparing jewelry for someone is such an underrated form of romantic gesture. There’s this sense of knowing someone so deeply that you know what fits them best. And seungcheol finds it quite therapeutic how a portion of the early morning is reserved for him to prepare the jewelry for you as you shower. Seungcheol loves knowing that when you get a glimpse of the shine from a mirror, or when going about your day, it’ll remind you of him. His soothing hand on your wrist as he helps you with the bracelet, or the slight touches when he puts on your necklace for you. You love how sometimes the jewelry that he sets on the table are ones you wouldn’t even think would fit your style. Instead of diamonds it was sapphire, instead of neutrals it was bold, and you find that aspect of it, though bougie to an extent, is quite endearing. Seeing as how he silently challenges you to be outside of your comfort zone with the thing you find most comfort in. 

Jeonghan: Jeonghan knows the consequences that comes with having long hair and he would be more than happy to help. It’s not that you can’t do it on your own or it’s entirely tiring for your oh-so-weak arms. It really is because jeonghan insists on doing so that you let him dry your hair. you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. You wouldn’t trust yourself with a hairdryer now that you think of it. You wished you trusted yourself the way you trust your hair withstanding the blast of hot air. You’d spend 15 minutes or so jostling around until “eh”, it’s dry enough” But that’s not the case with hannie. His touches are delicate and soft, and he wouldn’t turn up the heat despite your complaints of it taking longer. And you know debating with jeonghan wouldn’t lead you to any compromise. So you’d let him take his time with it. The feeling of his fingers combing your hair, the slight massages he’d occasionally give. He’d move to be infront to style your bangs and, flirtatiously, may I add, lifted your chin with his finger, bend down to kiss you, and resumed as if your whole system didn’t just shut down. Oh, he knows, alright, and would kiss the blush away from your cheeks only to giggle at the increase of it. 

Joshua: Shua would let you take a bite of his food first before him. Now isn’t he just a darling. There's this fluttering feeling in your stomach whenever he does, because not only is he, A. allowing you to take the first bite of his food willingly because he knows you love stealing what’s his anyways, (his heart, for example) but also because most times, his food arrives first and he wouldn’t want you to just sit while he eats. In a sense, he’s also taking care of you in the most adorably domestic romantic way. Like yes, have my food my love you best not be starving, I can't have the love of my life’s tummy grumble and be devastated. Go and eat up, my dear. And unknown to you, shua always has this endearing smile whenever he hears you humm over how good a food is, stroking your back gently, reminding you to take your time with chewing and swallowing. He’s just smitten, to say the least. 

Jun: You dropped your phone and is now positioned under the table of a fancy restaurant, trying your best to look elegant despite the position that you’re in. As you grab your phone about to go up, you felt a hand covering your head. Jun’s hand to be exact. His lovely hand, preventing you from hitting yourself on the edge of the table. And when you safely got back to your sitting position, jun smiled at you, “be careful.” Patting your head in the process before finding comfort on the back of your chair. And when i tell you your heart skipped a beat, it was so loud you were afraid he could hear it. Immediately turning the other way to hide the obvious blush on your face, you heard him chuckle. And it isn’t the only time he’s attentive and observant. In your daily lives as well, he’s literally the reason why you have fewer bruises than when you were without him. Reaching for a book from the top shelf? he’s there to hand it to you. A sharp edge of a chair? his hand is there to cover it for you. Almost tipping over a hot mug of water? he appeared out of thin air to make sure it spills on the carpet instead of his lover. I swear the most romantic thing anyone can do is to be attentive and caring and jun happily complies. 

Soonyoung: Soonyoung would sometimes invite you to his spontaneous night drives. Sometimes it wouldn’t even be a drive, just the two of you with your hands intertwined bathing in the moonlight that Seoul offers. Sometimes it would be considered as a date, even with the lack of plans and directions. Grabbing a microwaved corndog from the minimarket, or a pack of popcorn as you watch cars pass by. But sometimes it would also be considered as a little refresher. The moment he sees you slump over on your chair, computer in front of you with work that just seems too overwhelming to do, he softly knocks at your open door. Goes to hug you from the bag before kissing your shoulder, “Put on a hoody, I have something to show you.” And as you walk in the dim streetlights you asked,” What did you want to show me?” Soonyoung hummed, “The moon, stars, lamp posts, cars, what else?... oh yeah- the road, this waterbottle…”  and it goes on. As he lists things you two could see, your head strays away from the stress that was once the reason your shoulders were hunched and soonyoung knows this when he hears his name softly being called. “Thank you, baby” And he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before your lips, “Anything for you.” 

Wonwoo: One time he asked if he could read one of your read books. You replied with, “ Get ready for crazy annotations, won.” And wonwoo was seriously expecting full-on colored drawings on the book. But rather he was met with paragraphs of your thoughts warp into the small spaces between texts and the edge of the paper. He finds it endearing, the little emojis you drew, the many question marks, and ‘ *smashes keyboard ‘ placed in almost every chapter. And found that reading books with your annotations in them more fun and enjoyable. You were just over at the corner when you caught him blushing, hands over his eyes. You were met with him reading one of your notes in a romance book that said, ‘if wonu ever called me my love, darling, babe, honey. Istg Joshua Templeman you are out of here.’ And he stared at you, trying his best to not laugh. “ So my replacement was Joshua Templeman all this time?” And proceeds to tackle you to the ground. Now it’s a newfound love language, reading each other’s annotated books. It's the understanding aspect of it that both of you love, and what's more romantic than leaving little notes for your lover in the books you’ve read? (Wonwoo)

Jihoon: JIhoon and his silent ways of showing you how much he loves you. It is the simple, subtly, yet very needed rubs on your waist. It’s such a mundane action that most of the time he does it absentmindedly. Not even realizing that his hands made their way to your waist and are now rubbing circles. But most of the time it is purposeful. He sees through you like he sees through glass. Gently pulling you into his embrace whenever your eyes start to droop, or your voice quietens. To the outside, his romantic gesture isn’t much, but you know that those loving touches mean so much more. “You’ll do fine”, “calm down, my love”, “‘m proud of you” and so on. He’ll situate you on his lap after a long day of work and hug you as if you’d disappear without his touch. He doesn’t seem like the most touchy person, but when he feels like it and when he knows you need it, he’s more than okay to spend hours just holding you tight.