Passenger Princess(es)

passenger princess(es)

𝜗𝜚 fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 wc: 894

・ ❥ ・ there is nothing that could stop cheol from taking care of his passenger princess(es)

„hey baby, can you pass me the water bottle?” seungcheol let go of the wheel, so he could grab the bottle from you, not tearing his eyes from the road for a second. 

cheol was a great driver, excellent even in his humble opinion - he has never gotten a ticket in his life, and people told him on multiple occasions how safe they felt with him behind the wheel. he was also very much aware of how hot he looked driving, something he often used against you. with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up (which accentuated his yummy biceps even more), the expensive watch around his wrist and, for dessert, his other hand resting on your thigh - you had no other way out than to totally thirst over your unfairly sexy boyfriend.

there were times when you found yourself staring at him with no shame, he was that hot. not that seungcheol cared, if he did he wouldn’t flex his biceps on purpose while grabbing the wheel. 

but while he was (obviously) very careful while driving, it seemed that his protective instincts kicked in on a higher level when you were sitting next to him. 

that’s why when you didn’t answer him, or gave him the bottle, he made sure to grab the wheel with both of his hands before throwing a glance at you. 

„my love, did you h-,” words stuck in his throat when he saw your closed eyes and your head resting against the window. cheol knew that sooner or later you would fall asleep anyway, no matter how hard you insisted on not sleeping. “i want to keep you company,” you pouted angrily, and grabbed the AUX, “don’t want you to feel lonely.” it was on the tip of cheol's tongue that there was no chance he would feel lonely, even if you were sleeping. not to mention your little white fluff ball in the backseat that always kept him company. 

„you see, told you mommy would fall asleep,” he laughed, looking at your precious baby in the rearview mirror. kkuma seemed to have the best time looking at the passing cars, barking at some of them, and wagging her tail at others. 

seungcheol sighed with a smile, as he grabbed your hand that was resting on your tummy. „ah, what am i going to do with you, my silly girls.” 

to be honest - he couldn't have been more content. you spent the whole day together on the beach, with kkuma running into the waves (she ended up looking like a wet mop), eating food from the seaside food stalls, walking along the shore, and finally ending the day with a swim together. days off were the best. 

suddenly, his daydream was cut short when he felt you shiver. cheol wouldn’t have been that worried (you sometimes got those shivers in your sleep, which he always found really cute), but you grabbed his hand tighter, as if you were searching for more body heat. he frowned as he ran his hand over your arm, feeling the goosebumps on your skin. 

„why didn’t you just tell me you were cold,” he muttered, half annoyed, and half worried. your hair was still wet, and your clothes damp after you put them over your swimsuit, so if the AC was too low you could get sick - something seungcheol wouldn’t let happen, even if it meant he’d have to fight the illness himself. 

fortunately, there was a gas station a few kilometers away.

he parked right next to a small field of grass so he could also let kkuma out for a moment, and opened the trunk in search of a blanket he could cover you with. cheol also found his sweater and decided that two layers wouldn’t hurt. 

to avoid any neck or back cramps, seungcheol gently repositioned you in your seat so as not to wake you up, but still let you sleep peacefully without straining any muscles. technically he could just turn the heating on, but he just let you freeze for the past god knows how many minutes - he had to bundle you up. „my pretty girl,” he stroked your cheek, leaning in to kiss your nose, before covering you with the sweater. 

„c-cheollie?” you suddenly mumbled, and raised your hand to rub your eyes. your boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh at your slightly confused expression.  

„i pulled over, baby,” he said softly. „you were sleeping and you were clearly freezing, which by the way, please let me know next time if you're cold, so i stopped to cover you up.” 

you looked at him with big, sleepy eyes like you were still trying to figure out which planet you were on - you were clearly still too tired to understand. „’s okay, go back to sleep.” 

some people were afraid of sleeping in cars, after all, there were so many situations that could lead to a catastrophe - what if the driver fell asleep or did not notice the approaching vehicle? 

but you were not scared at all, not in the slightest. if you had to pick one person on earth that made you feel the safest, you’d pick choi seungcheol without a hesitation. in a car or not - you knew he’d protect you no matter what. 

that's why, without thinking, you nodded and closed your eyes, falling back asleep.

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SEUNGMIN ♡ PARADISE (211217)

SEUNGKWAN '17 RIGHT HERE' jacket behind the scenes

letter attempt #21 | vernon

PAIRING chwe hansol x fem! reader

GENRE fluff | 1.3k words | best friends to lovers

SYPNOSIS hansol is new to love but it's okay, you'll wait.

WARNINGS use of y/n

SONG “imperfect love” — seventeen

Hansol does not love. Sure, his best friends hold a special place in his heart, but they are like family to him. In other words, Hansol does not love romantically.

But that all changed when he met you.

“Sol, can we go to the movie theater this weekend? A new movie came out, and I’ve been wanting to watch it!” Hansol looks at you with a soft smile, nodding eagerly as you run your hand through his hair softly.

“Are you busy today, Sol? My friends told me this restaurant had the best brunch! We have to go.” Hansol’s eyes brighten at your excitement, reaching for his phone to check his schedule.

“Can we go home now? I’m feeling sleepy, Sol.” Hansol gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of understanding.

The answer had always been yes when it came to you, and yet Hansol never minded because it was you. He always thought you knew he was slow with love since you had always been patient, so why was this happening now?

“So, when are you asking Y/n out?” Seungkwan’s blunt question causes Hansol to choke on his coffee, his eyes wide with surprise. Seokmin quickly hands him some napkins across the table.

Wiping his mouth, Hansol looks around the bustling cafe to make sure he didn't draw any attention before placing his glass down. “What do you mean, ‘Ask Y/n out’?”

Seungkwan shrugs, lifting his iced americano. “We heard that Yoonho is asking Y/n out on a date since she’s technically single.”

Seokmin nods at Seungkwan’s words, “We wanted to tell you so you could make it official before he tries next week.”

Hansol shakes his head in disbelief. “But she’s not, she has me…” he trails off, looking down at his coffee cup, deep in thought.

“Okay, we aren’t officially dating, but she knows I’m new to this,” he stops himself for a moment, “You guys don’t think she’ll say yes to Yoonho, right?”

Seungkwan sighs, stirring his iced americano slowly, watching Hansol with concern. “Listen, she’s always been expressive about her affection for you, but it’s been two years Hansol… and with the amount you back? We just don't think she’s going to wait forever.”

Hansol nervously bounces his leg under the table. “Okay, so I need to confess to her. It’ll be easy. I’ll do it tomorrow when I see her.”

His two friends share a look of uncertainty across from Hansol but hope that he will do something before it's too late.

Hansol's plan was simple.

He was going to buy your favorite dessert from the cafe near your house, before picking you up to get dinner at your favorite restaurant. It was the perfect idea.

"That one," Hansol points at the dessert sitting inside the glass display, "I'll get that to go."

While the worker grabs the dessert to pack it up for Hansol, he spots some letters and envelopes by the cashier. "Excuse me, can I get this too?" Hansol picks up an envelope and letter and places it on the counter.

(5:00 PM) [Hansol] I'm going to be ten minutes late, there's traffic! (5:02 PM) [You] Okay, no worries, Sol, see you soon!

After borrowing a pen from the worker and finding a seat in the cafe, Hansol sits down and stares at the blank letter in front of him. With a sigh, he rests his head on his arm, debating on ways to write his confession down.

LETTER ATTEMPT #1

Dear Y/n, Two years ago, we met at a dinner through Soonyoung when you accidentally spilled your drink all over my brand new sweater so you said sorry but I laughed it off because I thought you were so pretty

Hansol cringes, thinking, ‘Yikes,’ as he crumples up the paper into a ball and goes up to buy another paper.

LETTER ATTEMPT #2

To Y/n, When you send me love songs in the middle of the day or cute animals that show up on your feed, I love that you think of me. It makes me feel weird because I think I like you?

Hansol groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration, before crumpling the paper again.

LETTER ATTEMPT #20

Y/n, Please don't say yes to Yoonho.

Hansol's phone dings, drawing his attention away from the countless crumbled papers in front of him.

(6:30 pm) [You] Sol, are we still going to grab dinner tonight? (6:30 pm) [Hansol] Yes, sorry, give me ten minutes, I'll text you when I'm there.

Hansol closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He picks up the crumbled papers in defeat, throwing them out. After buying one more letter, the worker gives him a polite smile, having watched him stress over a letter.

"Your letter," the worker says, "Sometimes a few words are enough." Hansol nods slowly, taking a deep breath as he picks up another piece of paper.

After writing the letter, he returns the pen, before going over to grab the dessert to leave.

Hansol’s car pulls up in front of your apartment building. The sun is starting to set, and the sky is painted in hues of pink and orange

"Sol! Are you okay?" You ask when you hop in his car.

Hansol stares at you confused, "Me? What's wrong with me?" He starts driving to the restaurant, and your hands automatically reach for the one that rests on the gear stick, lacing it.

"I thought you got into an accident because you took so long. You're okay, right?"

It warms Hansol's heart that you didn't complain about him being late, and instead, show genuine concern for his late arrival. He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "I'm okay, I'm sorry I'm late… I have a gift for you."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you lean forward, intrigued. "Oh? What's the occasion?"

Hansol chuckles, "No occasion, I just wanted to get you something. I'll give it to you later."

The restaurant is warmly lit, with the soft hum of conversations and clinking cutlery in the background. But the entire dinner, you notice something is bothering Hansol.

After Hansol pays for the check, you watch him take a lot of shaky breaths. "Sol, is something wrong?" He bounces his leg under the table, a nervous habit.

"Your gift, I got you two things. One is your favorite dessert, which we can eat at your place after, but," Hansol takes out the neatly sealed envelope from his pocket, his hands shaking slightly, "I got you this too."

"Oh?" You hold the envelope gently, "A letter?"

Hansol stands up abruptly, avoiding your curious gaze as he heads towards the exit. "I'll be waiting in the car, you can, uh, read it here. Just not in front of me, please."

You laugh at Hansol, he is acting so cautious. "Okay, Sol. Go, I'll meet you outside."

Hansol nods, taking one last look at you before walking outside the restaurant. When you see him through the restaurant windows, you open the envelope carefully, wanting to save the letter.

Hansol walks down the block to the car, scratching the back of his neck. He's worried because he doesn't know what to do if you like him ba-

"Sol!" He hears a voice yell from behind him.

Hansol turns around, his heart pounding as he sees you running towards him with open arms. "The answer is yes!"

Hansol smiles, enveloping you in a warm hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You're beaming at him, and all his nervousness is gone.

"So does this mean we're dating now?" You ask, pulling away from him slightly. You're still holding onto his letter because, to you, it's the best gift he's ever given.

"Yes," Hansol looks down at you, pulling your face close to meet your lips. "We're dating."

“Finally, you had me worried that you didn't like me back.” You tease him, pressing one more kiss on his cheek.

Hansol blushes with a smile, lacing your hands and walking with you back to his car.

“I’m new to love, but I want to try because it’s with you.”

LETTER ATTEMPT #21

I really like you. Be my girlfriend?

[ 💿 ] . . . TAPE 10

夏にも耐えて小雨に濡れて / 誰かのために散りたいなんて / 刹那に生きてたけど君と会い / そう全てには意味があることを知ったんだ

☁️ fallin' flower by seventeen

being loved by xu minghao means having someone that will always look out for you in his own, quiet way. hao is not the biggest romantic known to mankind, nor is he the biggest on physical affection, which is why a lot perceive him as unkind, uncaring, cold, and they could not be more wrong. minghao falls in love slowly, cautiously, but when he falls - he falls. his actions, albeit quiet, and almost unnoticeable are his declarations of love, of care, of the neverending urge to make you happy. he’d rather slip on his jacket over your shoulders without anyone noticing than making a whole deal out of it.  

being loved by xu minghao means having someone who will always tell you the truth. to some, it may seem a bit harsh to have a significant other that’ll be so honest with you, as the truth usually is not as promising as we would like. we all know this - truth can hurt. but hao, he would never lie to you. as ugly as the truth may be, he’d rather be honest with you, and face the obstacle with you, than give you false hope. the important thing, though - he’d never leave you alone, that would make him cruel. he stays by your side, and holds your hand as you go through whatever you’re struggling with together. 

being loved by xu minghao means having someone that will make every touch meaningful. as mentioned before, physical touch is not one of the main love languages of minghao’s, and that’s partially why his every touch is so meaningful - every time his hand brushes against yours, every time he runs his thumb over your cheeks, every time he pulls you closer to protect you from the wind - his touch is never unintentional, there’s a reason for his touch, always a story that comes with it. because he doesn’t kiss you every five minutes, every touch of your lips is therefore so much more special. because you don’t hold hands 24/7, whenever he grabs your hand when you’re out you feel extra safe.

being loved by xu minghao feels like the smell of freshly poured tea, like the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, like a gentle smile, and even gentler eyes, like a love poem forgotten at the bottom of the drawer, like security and trust.

"you don't love because, you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults" - william faulkner, “mississippi”

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mingyu gasps like he's just found a genuine treasure, eyes all shiny and genuinely happy. "oh my god," he coos, "is this you?"

even without seeing the picture in his hands, you can wager a guess at what he just found while flipping through an old photo album put together by your grandma. you're looking for pictures from your high school years so you can prove a point to mingyu about how you did, in fact, start dressing better after you met him and wanted to impress him. unfortunately, they're all buried underneath a billion pictures of you throughout childhood alongside the rest of your family. it's mingyu's job to sort through the loose photos from a box she'd handed you... and of course he's distracted.

"probably," you shrug. you're thumbing through pictures of your parents on some vacation they took with both sets of grandparents way before you were born. "am i wearing the ducky romper?"

mingyu climbs down off of the couch and into the space next to you, extending out the picture so that both of you can look at it. sure enough, it's you as a infant, ducky romper and all. your face is all scrunched up and sleepy, no doubt having been awoken from a nap, but your grandma looks at you adoringly all the same. mingyu does, too: "you were so tiny..."

"well... yeah," you shrug once more. "i was a baby." but you're fighting back a smile: you get it. you'd probably start cooing over baby pictures of mingyu, too.

"look at your little chubby cheeks..." he giggles, all too thrilled to see how soft and round and tiny you were. "are there more?" he's already placing the photo carefully on the coffee table and digging back into the box. "how many are there? i wanna see them all--"

"only if you show me your pictures--"

"done."

ah. right. you're dealing with mingyu, who seems always determined to win at silly little debates with you like this (you've been on the receiving end of so, so many compliments because he wouldn't let you put him first). but if it means you get to see pictures of tiny baby mingyu... then maybe you're winning this time, too.