MY PILLOW CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

♡ MY PILLOW — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

bf!seungcheol x gn!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of insomnia, mentions of schedules

loki’s lines — at this point i'm in too deep 😭 also why can i write for everyone except my biases and it's all your fault ash 😭 @ethereal-engene

"how many nights does it take to count the stars?"

you wondered to yourself, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly above you, glancing between it and the neon star stickers on your ceiling, trying to fall asleep.

feeling your eyes droop, you turned to the side, getting a glance at your bedside clock before you slept. 02:14, it read. the blissful sleep didn't last long.

you opened your eyes again, knowing very well your sleep was short-lived. and looking at your clock, which read 02:21, you realised you only got seven proper minutes of sleep. 

"i can't do this anymore!" you yelled, thrashing around in your bed and throwing your blankets to the side. "i just want to sleep!" you sat up on your bed, hugging your knees and letting out the frustrations of the past few sleepless weeks.

after what seemed like forever, you took a few more deep breaths, gathering the strength to at least go to the living room.

alas, only more tears made their way down your face, frustrated with the situation of not being able to fall asleep.

finally, getting yourself off the bed, you were about to fall back when you heard the front door open, signaling someone had entered your house. 

and considering it was two in the morning, it could only be one person.

you went towards your front door, peeking quietly and watching the person you had expected to walk in.

choi seungcheol. due to his crowded schedule, he was staying at the dorms, away from you. usually, seungcheol wasn't the one to make late-night appearances, but he felt the need to come to you — even though it was really late.

and meeting your tear-filled eyes as soon as he walked inside, seungcheol thanked whatever gut feeling he got, relieved he could be there for you.

seungcheol looked at you with a fond smile, closing the door and dropping his bag to the floor. "couldn't sleep?" he questioned, extending his arms as he invited you into his embrace. "hey, it's alright. i'm right here, babe." he rubbed your back, assuring you he wasn't going anywhere.

"i know," you answered, wiping away your tears now that you knew seungcheol was there. “it's so frustrating when you want to sleep, but can’t.” a sad smile came on your face when you saw him nod, wordlessly agreeing with you.

you couldn't sleep because of your insomnia. and seungcheol couldn't sleep because he had too many things to do.

both of you suffered whenever you two were apart, but when together, a peaceful sleep was always guaranteed.

"let's go get some much-needed sleep!"

"yay! let's go!"

the two of you were like little children, racing to your room as you immediately found yourself in seungcheol's embrace, him holding you close as you two made yourselves comfortable.

"i missed this." seungcheol sighed in content, resting his chin on your shoulder. “no wonder i haven't been able to get any sleep these past weeks."

you smiled, hugging seungcheol's arms that he wrapped around you. "tell me about it. the number of times i've cried because i wanted to sleep and couldn't is unimaginable." you felt at ease at his touch, sighing in relief as he pulled you closer. "let's just catch up on sleep. two days at a stretch sound good to you?"

"make it five days." seungcheol's words made you laugh, making him feel the little vibrations against his chest. "i'm sorry i stayed so long at the dorms. i would've come earlier, but there was so much to do."

"it's alright, cheolie." you patted his arm in assurance. "it would've been difficult to keep coming and going from here, anyway. you are here now, and that's all that matters."

seungcheol tapped on your side, helping you turn around so he could see your face. "you are always so understanding." he brushed your hair out of your face, a smile of adoration on his face. "i wonder from time to time if everything is difficult on you."

"not at all. because i know at the end of the day, i have you!" you shook your head, placing your arms around the male as you rested your head on his chest. "now ... let's sleep," you murmured, oddly enough feeling drowsy.

seungcheol frowned slightly, patting the pillows you had abandoned to lie on his chest. "the pillows are right there, y/n." he didn't think your gesture was intentional, assuming you were going to move back.

"why use those when i have you? you are my new pillow, cheol."

☆ SEUNGKWAN BOYFRIEND HABITS

pairing: seungkwan x reader

genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship

a/n: 13th and last part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series !! im sorry for the wait but i was quite busy with school 😞😞

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☆ holds your hand tightly under tables

even if seungkwan is an extrovert– and a proud one too, he’s still very shy about everything concerning the four lettered word ‘love’. seungkwan is pretty shy about a few subjects and his love life is one of them. it’s not that he’s embarrassed or something, it’s kinda new to him and he still isn’t entirely sure how to act, cheeks turning red rapidly when you grab his hand to sway them back and forth together in public. this new experience, those new feelings and the fact that his friends seem to laugh more every time he’s around them with you at his side, only further agitates him, pointing and yelling at his friends to stop, voice high and face red. whenever that happens you can only laugh, pushing yourself closer to your boyfriend as he whips around to look at you with wide eyes, mouth agape at your ‘betrayal’. one kiss on the cheek is enough to make him stutter, redirecting his attention anywhere else but you as you giggle in the crook of his neck. when your laughter dies down and you can feel seungkwan’s heartbeat slow down, you slip your hand in his, fingers intertwined together. his eyes lock with yours and he smiles at you, love evident in every action and word.

☆ holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail when you lean down

even if it seems like seungkwan is too busy running around and being the extrovert and social butterfly he is, he almost never misses anything that happens, always keeping an eye open in case something happens. so with him being such an attentive person, you shouldn’t be surprised when he jumps up from his seat and rushes over to you at the slightest frown on your face. you’re not aware– or at least he thinks so, that he always stays close to you when you’re doing some tasks. if you’re in the kitchen preparing food, he’s in the living room, seated on the couch and peeking at you. if you’re in the bathroom doing your skincare (when you’re not doing it together, if course), he’s in the bedroom, door open. if you’re in the bedroom cleaning your sock drawer, he’s right by you, consciously cleaning his sock drawer too. in all honesty, you thought your boyfriend was cute for wanting to stay close to you, but the thing he’s thinking about is why you always forget to get a hair tie. when you’re doing your tasks, he always sees you silently whining about your hair and how it bothers you. so as the sweet boyfriend he is (he quoted) seungkwan took up the task of holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail whenever you lean down, to the sink after brushing your teeth, to the counter to taste something you cooked, to the sock drawer to see if it’s neatly organized.

☆ peels your fruit for you especially tangerines

since you were young, you’ve always bitten your nails. you never exactly knew when you started or why but it must have been very early on if even your mom couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it started. all throughout middle school and highschool, you were desperately trying to quit that awful habit of yours, jealous and envious of all your friends sharing nail polishes and nail care tips, but it always came back. you hated it and felt so guilty after the urge to bite your nails finally persuaded you to do so, looking at your now ‘ugly’ nails sadly. because of that, you barely wore rings, convinced that they would attract attention to your fingers and thus your nails. it was during your first year in university that you met seungkwan, the cheerful but sassy boy brightening your days. when the two of you got together, seungkwan was there to help you do a nail care routine. your nails were in perfect condition not even two months later, prettier than ever and better than you could have imagined them. you hadn’t realized it at first but over these months, seungkwan had started taking over a few of your tasks that could potentially break your nails, such as peeling fruits or washing the dishes. he didn’t mind one bit and would only ask for a kiss on the cheek whenever you were hungry, wanting to snack on a tangerine and waiting with excitement ‘til he was done peeling the fruit.

☆ always helps you put your necklaces on

like we all must know by now, seungkwan gets shy because of the most random things and at the most random times. and like we all know too, seungkwan gets particularly shy about his partner. at first when you two started dating, it felt like you two were even less closer than before, your boyfriend looking at you like you were crazy whenever you initiated contact. so after he confessed to you about his nervousness because this was part of his ‘firsts’, you two came to an agreement to take it slow; seungkwan would initiate it whenever he liked and you would sometimes push him a little, just to bring him a tiny bit out of his comfort zone. his hesitation has nearly disappeared and his nervousness is barely present nowadays because of how comfortable you two have become with each other over the years but there are still some times where he’s wondering if he’s doing the right thing. in short, seungkwan is still a bit shy about public displays of affection but he’s slowly and surely getting over his shyness, more often finding himself to be confident when he has an arm wrapped around your waist. he knows you’re patient with him but he still feels bad, so he makes it up to you with other actions. instead of a peck in public, he holds your bag(s); instead of a hug, he brushes your hair for you; instead of hand holding, he always helps you put your necklaces on.

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Guilty Pleasure Pt.4 (Finale)

Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: situationship!mingyu, roommate au, mentions of insecurities, angst, pining (mutual and one sided), suggestive language and content, weddings, mentions infidelity, breakups, acceptance, and forgiveness, marking, mutual handjobs, cunnilingus did i spell that right

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: so I have no idea how any of you will react to think, it took a very different turn than what I had in mind originally but maybe that's a good thing and maybe there'll be a spin-off or and alt. ending

Chapter list

4 years later

You lay a kiss on your now husband’s lips, smiling against his kiss. You feel pure joy as he wraps his arm around your waist, the cheering sound of engaged excitement muffed through your locked gazes. You fingered through his styled hair, seeing how elated to have his partner for life, and you feel tears well up in your eyes. 

“I love you,” you whisper softly.

“I love you too,” he says back.

You run the aisle, hand in hand, your family and closed ones clapping and following behind, quickly moving the ceremony to the reception close by, making a feast of the happiest day of your life. You see the faces of the guests for the first time today, their happy faces meet yours when you greet them during dinner, and finally, you stop by one table. A familiar man stands up to greet you in your collection of mutual friends smiling sincerely, although you probably didn’t deserve it, and you accept his gesture to embrace graciously.

“You look beautiful, Y/n. Congratulations.”

You hook your chin under his shoulder. “Thank you, Mingyu. And thank you for coming, so glad to have you here.”

“Of course.”

He takes his time to greet the groom, hugging him the way he did you, whispering to him how beautiful everything is and how you’re both so lucky. You feel yourself about to cry again and are held by your husband as support. He laces his fingers through yours, kissing your temple and making you feel warmer than you already did inside.

This was truly everything you wanted. Everything up to this moment lead to this and it was wonderful. There was not a thing you were regretful about.

4 years back

You told Mingyu that day you were caught. You fell for Jihoon hard the moment you heard his voice. It was airy, delicate, and sometimes empty. Like he had a void meant to be filled. You wanted to be a part of him. You admire and respect him, it made your physical attraction to him come out just as easy. 

You could sleep with Mingyu all you wanted and as amazing as he is, your infatuation for his roommate would not grow legs and walk away. You couldn’t find yourself returning the feelings that he had and it didn’t feel right to continue the supposed relationship you two had together since feelings were no longer mutual. Or were they ever mutual to begin with?

You made a habit of not going to their apartment anymore. Jihoon had blocked you off from every possible social media and messaging app, not wanting to confront you or his feelings. You probably deserved that. You had more than an inkling of your true feelings but you didn’t act on them right away and you hurt people in the process. You hurt Mingyu, you probably hurt Jihoon, and you’ve hurt yourself with any chance to have a genuine connection with someone.

You did a lot of self-reflection, paired up with some isolation, it was thought to do you some good. Breathing exercises became your best friend along with crying. It was in that time of mourning of potential happiness, you realized you still had the shirt you took from Jihoon; the one he let you borrow and smelled just like him, especially when you felt alone.

You couldn’t keep it, nor could you throw it away, so fate gifted an excuse.

You store it away in a tote and get ready to see his face again. Before even a foot out the door, you meet eyes with the person that happens to be on the other side. His pupils dilated, fist paused mid-air and a mouth open agape for the sheer shock of the door opening without warning.

“Jihoon, what are you doing here?” 

He places his hand by his side, dusting his pants off subconsciously. “I…wanted to talk to you.”

“Did Mingyu tell you where I live?”

“I…may have looked through his phone?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “To find me? That sounds unlike you.”

“Well, I’m doing a lot of things I never imagined myself doing.”

You softly chuckle, hearing your heart race in your ears, “So, what are you doing here?”

He looks back at you wary, wondering if it was a mistake he was here, but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He doesn’t waste a second longer and enters your home, holding a hand against your cheek and meeting your lips courageously for the first time. His touch was hot and passionate, claiming them without a guilty conscience, and presses himself against you. He takes his time parting, watching your eyes cautiously, waiting for you to react.

You blink back up at him, stunned, your hands shaking, your mind thinking that you’d never feel the pressure of his lips again. You hastily close the door behind him and press him against the wood. You loop your arms around his neck, massaging your lips against one another, and Jihoon couldn’t have felt more relieved. Your clumsy feet guide him through the floor plan, which he quickly follows, not paying mind how unfamiliar he was in a foreign apartment as his fingers play with your hair. It comes with bumping into corners, both your giggles escaping between kisses, and you can’t help but feel impatient, now roughly tugging him in the right direction.

Your steps lead him to your bedroom, letting him crawl over your body without breaking the liplock, and you force his hips to meet yours. Your knee ponders at his inseam, nudging it so slightly. He softly chuckles, stroking your hair softly before pulling away from your lips. 

“So…needy…” he says between breaths.

“Just for you…” You grin.

He carelessly peels off his shirt, exposing the body you’ve seen once in real life but every other night in your dream, and makes you take his hand. You watch how it travels from his pectoral muscles down to his sculpted abdomen, which you savored every second of, and further down the top of his pants. Your fingers linger at the metal button, his grip wrapped around your wrist firmly.

You help him haphazardly, taking down the zipper, and helping him shrug off his pants to abandon them on the floor. He returns the favor, stripping you as he travels his lips over your collarbone and chest. You run your hands down his body, cupping his cock and letting it grow in your hand. 

His teeth noticeably catch his bottom lip, grinding in your grasp, groaning beautifully against your skin as he marks you. You thumb over his tip, a thin film of his precut coating its pad, before continuing in full strokes. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

His fingers find home between your legs, sliding two digits along your slit and letting them get swallowed up inside. A small moan erupts from you, staggering your hands' pace and Jihoon takes advantage of that to escape your grip and prop his head between your legs. His fingers sink inside you so blissfully as his lips wrap around your entrance, his tongue settling in the taste of your ambrosia.

“F-fuck, Jihoon.”

He stops in his tracks, relishing in how you call out to him, having only imagined in his head until now, before returning with five times the vigor. You lace through his locks, tugging at them anxiously, while your eyes fluttered at the rhythm of his tongue. He laps up your arousal in pure thirst, his hands roaming up to cup around your breasts, rolling the buds between his fingers. His wet, pink muscle thrusts inside you, a vicious layer on its surface, and you cry out how close you are.

“So good…”

Your words went through one ear and out in the other, Jihoon intoxicated to fully respond. You make it clear when twitching your hips you couldn’t hold back any longer, your climax sprays arousal on his cheeks and shoots down his throat, which only encouraged the insatiable man. “S-shit, you’re filthy.”

Replacing his mouth, he brings his hand back to your entrance and lets you taste the work he’s put in. He fucks your warmth with his digits, not giving you a moment to collect yourself, his pelvis feeling you shaking sporadically beneath him. His lips, savory and sweet, defiles your tastebuds and you feel locked in his spell. “Condom.”

“B-bedside drawer.”

He snickers, following your advice and retrieving the condom from the place he was told one would be, wrapping himself up. His eyes meet your longing gaze soon after, pushing your hair behind your ear and delicately placing a kiss on your lips. “You’re really so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy.”

“I’m sorry,” you tease in a hushed tone, suppressing a smile.

“You should be.” His cock lines up with your warmth before it gets swallowed inside you, causing your soft whimpers.

His hand grasps the back end of your waist, pulling you into his lap. Your knees dig into the mattress, legs folding naturally in place, and you sink into his touch almost too easily. Your hands stabilize on his shoulders, locking gazes. “If it’s any consolation. You probably drive me just as crazy.”

He shakes his head dubiously, “I doubt it unless you came in the shirt you keep borrowing like I did thinking of you.”

You give him a smug smile and lean in, lips ghosting over his ear, “Why do you think I wear it so much?”

He scoffs in disbelief, arousal hitting his peak. He grabs you by the back of your head and pushes you against his kiss, tongue running over your lips. “You are crazy.”

He guides your hips, at the same time snapping his up into you. You ride the high, his hands and lips worshiping every patch of skin of your body. Your eyes roll back, moaning his name sweetly as you fell into his submission. He throws you back against the bed, squeezing your flesh harshly, jackhammering himself, groaning out loud enough for others to hear.

He throws slurs in the air, hot sinful streams of white release out of him, which was followed by another one of your orgasms. Your legs anchor around him, pushing him deep up inside you until your visions blur. His body falters, his energy escaping him, and he takes the time to collect himself. He holds your hot naked body against him once he takes care of the used rubber and both your breathing evens out as your muscles lose their tension. You think it’s over, it usually is, but he takes you by surprise by flipping you over on your stomach. You then realize it’d be a long day spent catching up.

One day turned into two, two turned five, five turned into two weeks, and Jihoon is more often at your place than you expect him to be. Some days, he makes a point to sleep over, which was never discouraged, and you were grateful for every second.

You catch him smiling at you while you cook when he should be working on his music. You playfully shoe him away but he doesn’t listen, back hugging you every chance he gets. You feel in heaven. It was the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

4 years later, Wedding Day

The toasts went smoothly, with a few jokes here and there, some stories from your childhood as well his own. Your grip tightens on him every other second or so, thinking to yourself that it was all really happening. You weren’t ever sure that marriage would be in the cards for your future, given that you haven’t made the best decisions in the world, let alone with the best people. All things changed when he came into your life. Like color settling in the sky after rain, a natural phenomenon that gave hope to the world, but in this case your world.

“Let’s give it up for the beautiful couple, shall we? To Y/n and Seungcheol!”

You grin from ear to ear, head hitting his shoulder as you look up at him. He resists ruffling your hair and instead squeezes your cheeks before planting another kiss. His arms come from behind your shoulder, holding you tightly to his side. 

“That’s us.” He giggles.

You come up to kiss him another time, not caring how many people you invite to the event, and lace your fingers through his and the band begins to play. A familiar introduction belt is out and you can’t help but lock on the stage smiling. 

Jihoon winks in your direction, smiling and singing his heart out, and you can’t help but smile back, grateful to have ever met him. You return a look back to Seungcheol, still looking at you with puppy dog eyes, tucking in your hair behind your ear, and swaying with you as your mutual friend performs a song that would forever be known as the defining moment in both your lives.

4 years ago

What happened with Jihoon was unexpected, but somehow you knew inevitable.

The more time he spent his time over, the more times you count him away from home with Mingyu. Jihoon being away a lot for work anyway, Mingyu would’ve been used to it by now, but you both knew this case wasn’t the same. As much as you liked seeing him, growing gradually deeper and deeper in love with him, your heart sank knowing it was at the cost of someone important to him.

You’d occasionally ask him if his roommate knew where he was at all hours of the day and Jihoon would give a half answer, almost avoiding the topic, or avoiding the guilt pent up inside him.

The truth was Jihoon was afraid of telling Mingyu where he was, knowing deep down inside he’s already betrayed and hurt him enough already. Putting the fact of the matter in the air would only hurt the younger man more, Jihoon rationalized. It was selfish what he was doing, hell it was selfish that he didn’t give Mingyu the time of day anymore since he took on seeing you, but he rather Mingyu hated him from a distance than in his face. It felt easier, or so he hoped.

You can tell over time how it ate him up inside. You were with Jihoon so much, you’ve caught on to how he lies. His bluffs were a dead giveaway partnered with how he raises his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead. He acts obviously, hoping to put the topic aside, only making things worse for him knowing he’s already into deep to enjoy this relationship anymore.

You cared about Jihoon, and you still cared about Mingyu. This situation wasn’t benefiting anyone but you, the sole reason for such a rift. You had something else eating you up inside too, but unlike the men involved, you knew exactly how to solve it.

“Go back home, Jihoon.” You hold up a bag of things that he periodically left over at your place when he comes by, which grew enough to fit a duffle bag.

He sighs, simply working on a track in his laptop, “What did I do this time?” 

“I’m serious Jihoon. I’m not playing with you.” You sit beside him at the dining table. “You’re miserable.”

“Why? Look, maybe I've been down lately, but work has caught up with me. You can’t just kick me out.”

“It’s for the better…Just like how its probably better we stopped seeing each other.”

He halts before pressing the key, his full attention on you. He was baffled. “How could you say that, after what I’ve done? After what we did?”

Of course, Jihoon felt wronged.

“Exactly. You can't even admit what we did out loud and it’s not just to me. You never told or apologized to Mingyu, did you?”

By his body language, your assumption was clear, but he quickly came to his own defense.

“I didn’t have to. He knows what we did. Might as well twist the knife into the wound.”

You hold his hands, desperate for him to think clearly, to act logically, just this once. "That’s no excuse. Look, I have been so happy with you up until lately and I know how hard it’ll be, but he’s your best friend. He deserves closure from you, the truth from you.”

“...What about us?”

He gazes back at you in worry, not sure if he’s ready to give you up like that yet, after all the internal conflict, after picking you over Mingyu. Where would all his efforts go losing you?

“Because like we’ve hurt Mingyu, we’ve hurt each other, and I know we can do better about this, for ourselves. Time…will do us good.”

He was silent for a moment, taking your words into consideration, and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair, tight lining his lips before he feels the tears well up in his eyes.

“God, I hope so.”

Jihoon essentially moved back in with Mingyu completely, told the truth, and had a heart-to-heart. You had faith that they would heal together, and it was best that you wouldn’t be around. You had done enough damage and luckily, as fate has it, your lease was running out. 

You ended up moving someplace further away and you let neither of them knows where you’d be. Mingyu sends his “forgives you” texts, while Jihoon would give you the constant “where are you” and “I miss you” until they stopped completely. You didn’t deserve their company or companionship, but you were grateful they thought that you would be. They were two good guys with a strong bond that you’d never fully understand not having anything like that. For now, you’d focus on being alone, which is what you needed most right now.

Seungcheol came after when you least expected him to. 

You met him on a pouring night, like out of a movie you could say. He was working in place of a friend that night at the restaurant you were eating alone at. In fact, you were the last one to stay behind, realizing how god-awful the weather was too late. He also seemed to be the last person working the night shift and insisted you stay with him until it lets up.

He was handsome, like any meet-cute situation he had to be, but your guard was up, unwilling to make any more messes, no matter how cute the mess was. He was nice to you, you were polite to him, and eventually, the encounter ended and you went along your individual ways, even eventually forgetting about him.

Time could only tell when you saw him more and more. You’d work by intersections near each other where you found out his real job as a local pharmacist, find each other at the same lunch spots in the process, noticing how you have the same bus routes to get home. You had thought many things, considering even your safety, but if that were the case he would’ve done something to you months ago. You were left wondering to yourself where this was all going, knowing you were still on the matter of bettering yourself before having a new person be part of your world the way Mingyu tried to do and how Jihoon naturally did.

You didn’t fully understand it, or him for that matter, but he would change your life in ways you wouldn’t understand, and up until a very important event in your life you still wouldn’t understand. All you knew was he was a good person and he eventually became an important person that let him completely in your life happened before you realized it.

You gave him the truth like you should've done with Mingyu and Jihoon, instead of feeling pressure to do what you thought was right only to end up second-guessing your actions. You discussed your infidelity and what kind of person you felt yourself becoming and how it made you not want to trust yourself around people anymore. You thought that they’d have a better life forgetting you.

To say he wasn’t surprised, he’d be lying, but respected your choice for telling him mistakes you’ve made, saying it was courageous you’ve come to terms with it. He admitted to being guilty of doing things for the sake of pleasure, but you were human. You both were. It didn't change the way he felt about you, in fact, he thought that it was amazing what you told him. You were in the process of doing what others could. He gave you a sense of relief, encouragement even.

And for the first time, you didn’t run away from your baggage, you ran towards it. 

4 years later, Wedding Day

You realized now it was the world forgiving you for your actions, it seemed like it was telling you were meant for that happiness and lasting love too. If it hadn’t been for Seungcheol, you would’ve left both people you’ve hurt in the past left in the dark, and they wouldn’t be here for you today.

You look at Mingyu and Jihoon at their assigned wedding seats together, chatting, bantering, and getting along with you imagine they would. You couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than their happiness. You were grateful they didn't hate you or resented for what transpired, rather they all admitted to playing a part. 

Mingyu would notice the long chats you and Jihoon would have and Jihoon could obviously tell how fast and hard Mingyu was falling for you, just as he did. They admitted instincts took control eventually and they were willing to let the past stay in the past, even willing to be platonically in your life.

The journey you took for yourself wasn’t the one you expected, but perhaps it was the best outcome you could’ve gotten. 

Your final dance with Seungcheol made that clear. As the lights cascade around your figures, dark silhouettes copying your every move, all eyes were on you but you know you had all eyes on him and now only him, as he was for you. He kisses your forehead against his, looking at peace with himself, and holds you closer.

“I’m so happy to be spending the rest of my life with you.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, cupping his face in your hands, and you match his soft expression. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

A/N Timestamps are my favourite type of thing to write so i’m gonna focus on these for while. I’M EXTREMELY WOOZI BIASED SO HE’S GONNA BE MY FIRST SVT WORK so it might be rough and basic but ENJOY REGARDLESS. mostly softness but slight angst if you think about it too much lol 

<4:25 am> 

You got off the bus in front of the hybe building the streets of seoul mostly empty not quite buzzing with their usual business yet. the food you’re carrying warming your hands as the air takes at your fingertips. you quickly walked into building seeing your favourite security guard offering him a bow as he swiped you in. 

“need a hand with that” he asked eyeing the bag of food. you quickly smiled and said 

“no thank you, i was hoping to see you.” you say digging in your bag for a small bag you had prepared with his favourite candies. 

“okay he’s still in the studio, it’s been quiet for awhile tho” He said giving me a grateful smile. me coming into check on jihoon before i go in to the coffee shop has become a regular occurrence. He loves his late nights in the studio. the staff unnies have gotten me my own swipe card to get in and out of the building. i made my way through the building, it was quiet now, although sometimes i’ll find hoshi in the studios dancing, sometimes there’s other members here with jihoon other times it’s just him. tonight it was looking like just him. finally reaching the studio i put his code in and walked in quietly looking around the lights on dimly, the glow of the monitors in the distance you see jihoon slumped over on his desk snoring softly. you’re heart drops a little with how hard he’s worked himself tonight. you take in the set up on screen seeing a lot of intricate little boxes as you walk closer. you put the food down on the desk away from the keyboards and expensive music equipment 

“sweetie.” you whisper tapping jihoon lightly, he stirs slightly “jihoon.” you say again before he finally makes a small noise inhaling deeply now awake fully he sits up slowly “what time is it?” he askes sighing as he leans back on the chair eyes not even open yet. 

“4:30″ you say “i’m on my way to work.” 

“shit” he says opening one eye “i’m sorry darling.” He said coming to the realization that you had woken up alone yet again. 

“don’t worry about it” you said “i brought you some food, i made kimchi jiggae for dinner, i warmed it up before i came so it’s still good.” you said as you watched him rub his eyes. “it’s your day off right?” you asked him. he nodded “go home get some rest and i’ll see you after my shift.” you said placing a soft kiss on his lips. he pulled you down into his lap holding you in his embrace. you lived for his tired cuddliness

“i swear when you get home we’ll do whatever you want” he said just holding you close 

“you promise?” you asked him laying your head in the crook of his neck

“yup” he said 

“i made the bed up for you” you said kissing him 

“you shouldn’t have” he sighed holding you a little closer. you could tell he had a really rough night in the studio

“i wanted to.” you said tapping his nose making him blush “i love you so much, i wouldn’t do all this if i didn’t love you” you said “we’ll talk this afternoon.” you said not wanting this moment to end but knowing you’d probably already be late for work “i wanna hear what your working on.” you said smiling at him, his face still showing signs of tiredness. “text me when your at home, i hate to leave you” you said leaning closer into him 

“i love you.” he said quietly 

“i know.” you said slowly pulling out his embrace leaving soft kisses on his face making him blush once again. “i’m serious jihoon, go rest.” you said giving him a stern look. he smiled nodding at you still holding onto your hand. “i love you” you said “see you soon” bringing his hand up to your lips and placing a soft kiss on it. it broke your heart a little to leave him like this. you wanted nothing more than the take him home right now and take care of him but life always finds a way to get in the way. you heard him ruffling through the bags as you stepped out of the studio. you tried to think lightly as you made your way through the building so you didn’t go into work heavy. 

“rough night?” the guard asked as you approached

“yeah” you sighed 

“i’ll make sure his managers get him home” he winked at you

“thank you.” you said as you stepped through the gate “i’ll see you again” you said waving as you made your way out the door. the sunrising slightly giving everything a weird glow. 

hey bestie, it's been a while. i hope your doing well and staying healthy. i miss you and i'm also excited for your upcoming fics. here's a wonwoo concept i suddenly think of when i watch a clip of an e-sports drama.

journalist!reader needs to interview e-sports player!wonwoo for her article about their university's e-sports club. but how did she ended up cockwarming him during the interview while he is practicing for a match? then she's whimpering his name everytime wonwoo bucked his hips up whenever the match goes intense, making the tip of his huge cock hitting her cervix. wonwoo eventually taking her to his bed to fuck her properly, telling her that she's his lucky charm he won the match while burying his cock even depeer in her tight cunt. filling her up with his huge load of cum as her prize for being his good girl.

-tulip🌷

hey, bb! i’ve missed you too and i hope this year has been treating u well so far! 🤍 ur really too sweet and i hope you like what is to come 🫰🏼

AND SHNSNSJBS STOP THIS IS A TOP TIER CONCEPT AND U KNOW I HAVE TO ELABORATE!!!

so wonwoo isn’t really keen on doing interviews bc he likes to lay low and go unnoticed, but when he sees a picture of who’s going to interview him (you), he’s absolutely done for and immediately agrees to do the interview.

so cut to where he insists that you meet him at his place for the interview and ur kind of like wtf? bc all the interviews you do are usually in a public setting. you only agree bc lowkey being alone w such a hot guy excites you. the interview goes smoothly until you get to the part where you ask about the calm disposition he always displays.

“people say nothing is capable of making you lose your cool during a match. would you agree?”

he gets a cocky smirk on his face. “yeah. in fact, i’ll prove it to you.”

you’re not really sure how or why you easily agreed to cockwarm him, but you’d like to think this is all for your article—in the name of professionalism, if you will. and damn it, if wonwoo isn’t proving what everyone says to be right. you’ve clenched down on him several times but all he does is bite his lip and smirk. not even when he’s close to losing does he show any visible reaction.

well, that’s not exactly right. he does buck his hips up into you, but you’re pretty sure he does it bc u whine and whimper into his neck every time his cock hits your sweet spot.

you find that wonwoo is very strict, skillfully swatting your thigh or ass every time you try to fuck urself on his cock. he tells you to be patient and at the end of his match, you’ll get rewarded. all you can do is pout and mewl into his neck. at least he lets u kiss and suck on his neck tho.

once he’s finished with possibly one of the best practices he’s ever had, he grips your hips and starts to fuck up into you roughly and harshly. all you can do is moan his name as his big cock fills you and hits the spongy spot inside you. all wonwoo is doing is telling you how you’re his lucky charm and how much of a good girl u r for staying still the entire time he was practicing. ofc you come and cream all over his cock at the words.

this triggers wonwoo’s own orgasm. he groans your name as his hot cum completely fills you. then this menace of a man surprises you by lifting you up and walking you over to his bed, using his cock to keep you plugged up w his cum the entire time. once he has you laid on his bed, he pulls out, groaning lowly when he sees your pretty pussy leaking with his essence.

wonwoo gently thumbs at ur messy cunt, smirking when you whimper his name. “don’t think we’re done yet, baby. i still have to reward you for being such a good girl.”

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