S.COUPSF*CK MY LIFE @ INKIGAYO

S.COUPS F*CK MY LIFE @ INKIGAYO

picture perfect | choi seungcheol

fluff | 608 words | no warnings

an: it’s the way i ran to open a new doc the moment these were dropped for me 😮‍💨😕

“baby!”

seungcheol’s voice rings out from the living room. you don’t sense any emergency in the tone, but still you peek out from the study.

“yeah?”

“come here for a sec!” his voice is too giddy, you think. either you were going to get pranked, or he genuinely had something to tell you. taking the benefit of doubt, you patter out to where seungcheol was waiting for you.

click!

a bright flash… blinds you? you’re seeing stars in your vision as white light fades away. seungcheol’s laughing at you, and only laughs harder when your scowl (playfully) deepens.

you take a seat next to him on the couch, rubbing your eyes till the vision comes back. seungcheol reaches out with one hand, lowering your hands so you can take a better look at him. he’s got the gummy smile on, peering at you adoringly as he strokes his thumb over the back of your hand.

“you good?”

“could be better, you know, if i wasn’t blinded.”

“i’m just too shining of a guy.” the gummy smile appears once again, dimples and all.

“i’m going to puke all over you.” you scrunch your nose in faux disgust, and he laughs at you once again. you would’ve found it cute if it wasn’t for your curiosity over the small black square your boyfriend was fiddling with.

realisation dawns you as you register the new film camera in his hands. “oh! it finally came?”

he grins, aiming the lens at you once more. “it finally came. pretty neat right?”

you hum in agreement. it is pretty, you guess. it’s a model he’s been eyeing for a while now, and he looks so happy holding it and snapping pictures around the house.

your thoughts are interrupted once again by the camera’s flash. you shut your eyes in recoil, only slightly annoyed at your boyfriend’s antics.

rubbing your face with your hands once again, you shift closer to seungcheol to peek at the camera. however, he interprets your sudden movement towards him as you wanting to grab his camera. seungcheol childishly jumps up from his seat, circling round the coffee table instead, tiny “hey!” escaping you as you fell over his previously occupied seat.

“no touching my baby!” it’s comical, the way he cradles the camera in his hands close to his chest as if it was a real baby. you huff in disbelief, crossing your arms as you look up at him.

“i thought i was your baby?!”

kkuma, materialising from under the sofa, barks in agreement. seungcheol scoffs at the way his dog jumps up to join you on your lap, glaring him down at his bold statement.

there you sat, cross legged on the sofa with kkuma on your lap. you, clad in one of seungcheol’s oversized tees, hair slightly tousled. you, bare-faced only for him, arms protectively wrapped around his dog/daughter as you shoot twin stares down at him.

you, the love of his life, who he’s picturing the rest of his future with at this very moment.

he can’t resist it. nope. he absolutely has to. wordlessly, he raises the viewfinder to snap a picture of you. thank god he managed to shut off the flash, he thinks. he smiles down at the two of you, with the familiar lovestruck gummy smile making another signature appearance.

you simply tilt your head in confusion, no doubt wondering if your boyfriend had lost his mind. kkuma looks up at you, then at seungcheol, perfectly mimicking your tilt. seungcheol gasps and coos, snapping another picture before kkuma barks again.

“don’t worry, you’ll both always be the princesses of my heart.”

loveliest leader 💕

Café Amnesia — l.sk x f!reader

— When your insane crush on Lee Seokmin hits a curb when he yells out the wrong name for your order whilst having your name written perfectly fine on your cup.

How the hell was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

romcom, mutual pining, cafe au with a pinch of univ, strangers2friends2lovers warnings/notes— They're both whipped for each other(Seokmin mostly), there's a whole segment of reader suffering from period cramps, uhmm I'll add more :> 1.7k wc TEASER . Estimated full wc: 10k-12k + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon @writingmeraki

"Girl, take your chance. He's right there taking orders!" Im Nayeon encouraged as the both of you took a step inside the bittersweet aromatic premises.

Oh yes, this very Café, not only were you a regular customer here, you were also known by your friends to be limping hearts for someone around these ambient walls.

Strangers might say, Oh, this person must really love the coffee here.

Although your friends would definitely say, Oh, he just loves the coffee made by brew. A code name your friends have made to pertain to him.

The very ‘brew’ on the counter, taking orders with his usual sweet smile.

Lee Seokmin.

Oh that man, how could you ever describe him?

Seokmin’s a family friend, you usually see him outside Café territory. Even visiting your home multiple times just to have a chat with your family. Crazy how a guy so cute and so close to your age is more talkative with the likes of your aunts and uncles.

You have always noticed his presence even before he started working in your favorite Café, though you only developed ominous worries by the time he started working there.

There was something about his mere presence that irks you a certain way, never in a bad way, quite unsure in a good way.

How would he have this effect on you so suddenly?

It doesn't make sense.

You only view him discerningly from your balcony as he laughs with your mom at the gate. He’s a peculiar guy, who only visits your home to greet anyone but the people his age.

You didn't care about it, you didn't even ponder any further with his visits, you weren't as much bothered with his bond with your relatives… So why do you feel the opposite of the things just mentioned now?

"Uhm, Y/N?" a voice echoed, shaking you through your thoughts.

…

"Huh? "

You blinked out of your rainbow towered thoughts, checking the very man standing in front of you with an intense gaze.

Everything felt sudden, you were just giggling with Nayeon earlier at the back of the line and now you're… here.

"Your order please?" He repeats, raising his brow as his eyes fixed on you, patiently waiting for your response.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't take a look at his face for longer than 2 seconds. You didn't want to become a blushing, stuttering mess in front of him, you had to erase such humiliation as this has probably happened to many times within his view.

You take a good look at the menu for a short while, subtly attempting to compose yourself. Then back to looking into his eyes with a determined smile.

"Ah— Uhm… Two iced caffe latte please." you spoke out, you eyes averting away after you realized you might be looking at him for a bit too long.

"Size?" He questioned.

"Both grande."

“Alright, name?” He asks, leaving you slightly dumber and might be dumbest since you were so so sure he had mentioned your name before, the name you own, the name he lets out to escape you from the unrealistic wonders of your mind.

Well, you guess he had to do it for the professional setting.

“Y/N.” You answered with a warm smile.

He nodded, starting to scribble your name on both cups.

You stared at him for a brief second before darting your eyes out of his figure again. It was an awkward, unnecessary feat you have, however you feel a pinch of guilt for staring at him for too long… You didn't think you would have a chance anyway, or would even notice your gaze fixated on him for an uncomfortable amount of time.

You were great with eye contact, you swore that to life.

Now it’s just different in front of him.

The transaction ended smoothly, thankfully, he gave out your remaining change and you turned around leaving with a wide grin that seemed stuck on your face for the next few minutes.

Nayeon notices your change of demeanor, mirroring your subtle excitement as your footsteps approach her figure.

“So, how did it go?!” She slowly squealed, her bunny teeth entirely evident as her emotions seemed to be ecstatic at yours.

“It went good,” You answer with the same wide grin. “It went with the usual order but this time, he asked for my name.”

Nayeon’s smile immediately falters at your answer, her reaction unsatisfied.

“Y/N, that's… he does that to everyone, it’s his job.” She deadpans.

“No no no, I mean. I was like— thinking about something you know?— I was in deep thought, and then Seok— I mean him, Brew, called me by my name and that took me out of my trance,” You paused, earning back your composure. “Then all of a sudden, he just asks me for my name when he was about to write it on the cup? Like, isn't that weird?! He called me before, with the perfect pronunciation of my name, and then asks about it afterwards?”

Nayeon’s reaction did make any sort of change, yet here you are, at the verge of squealing at the half-assed interaction she had ever heard.

Though, to be fair, she had heard more shit stains than this.

“Darling, Y/N, I'm sorry, but, you just have to get better than that..?” Her tone rose unsurely, you could tell she wasn't atoned with the happening, well, it wasn't supposed to be squealed about. You couldn't admit it to her but, it was indeed a boring interaction.

As much as you were extremely down bad for the man, you couldn't act upon it. Why would you? He’s so out of your reach. He wouldn't even look at you in the eyes, never even greeted you when you were at home, and not even bothered to have your parents introduce him to you.

So why would you try and befriend him if the hints are obviously at plain sight that your parents don't want him for you.

Gahh?! What is wrong with me?! you argue along with your conscience. This case seriously needs to be studied for the reason that this regression did not go unnoticed by you. You had a chance to talk to him before but now it just seems too far of a run to be able to reach.

As you and Nayeon remain seated, patiently waiting for your order while she voices out her stress about the upcoming midterm exams, a certain voice echoes throughout the area.

A name kept being called.

Twice, thrice, you don't even know how to word it out the fourth time and so on.

It was embarrassing how this man, Seokmin, was honking a name no one responds to in such a quiet auranescent place. Almost everyone in the Café gave their shares of baffled looks at Seokmin’s way, you gave your shares of it also, until Seokmin’s gaze points at you.

The drink on his hands reached out to your direction, mouthing the words to what seems to be “you.”

Nayeon catches onto this quickly and nudges you out of your seat, so you could reach the drinks on what you assumed to be yours and Nayeon’s, which in fact right now, you were still unsure of.

You make your way awkwardly towards the man, your eyes circling around the Café, releasing a breath of relief at the realization that the customers had gone back to their personal businesses, although the embarrassing flush still creeps into you as you step closer and closer to the counter.

“You, yes you.” Seokmin lets out with a sigh of relief you swore you just did a few seconds back.

“Here's your order, I’ve been calling out for you for 4 years.” He jokes, a bit weak but it was tolerable. He’s handing the two lattes you ordered, still dumbfounded at the fact this was your order.

But he said your name wrong

extremely wrong. unpleasantly wrong. absolutely wrong.

It wasn't even close to your name at all— it's just wrong.

You never felt so embarrassingly offended in your life.

The way he says that too casually, audaciously loud, couldn't even set you off to the right track. You still think he's getting the wrong person to give this order to.

But it was the correct order, the one you recited to him.

He knew you, that's for sure, but how— wha?—

“Oh, thanks.” You say dryly, grabbing your order and walking away with a forced smile. Not even bothering to correct him, just because.

You examine the drink, still unsure if this was actually what you ordered (Which it really is), then turning it to the other side of the cup to read your name,

perfectly spelled.

Which bombards your thoughts with even more questions.

How was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

You went back to the gracious face from Nayeon holding her laugh.

“Well, that's what I call an interaction.” She welled, leaning back onto her seat with a squeaky laugh.

You were quite embarrassed by the whole situation, yet a gush of butterflies lingered in your stomach shooting to the realization that Seokmin had joked with you.

It was unusual, but you’d be content with it at best.

Nayeon repeats the name Seokmin kept calling out a few minutes back, which somehow became unbearable coming from her.

You slide her drink with a clear frown, aggressively sitting on your seat without laying a single look at your friend.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know I'm just kidding..— woah.” Her eyes widened as her eyes lays at the name spelt on her drink. You could tell the element of surprise creeping up into her whole being as she tries to piece things together.

“Y/N, your name is spelled correctly here?”

You roll your eyes, “Wow, I didn't even notice.” You reply with evidently toned grouchiness.

She gives you the same wide eyes yet the edges of her lips begin to perk up.

You know where she's getting at.

“Y/N! Do you know what this means?!”

You lock your gaze at her, waiting to continue her words.

“He yelled and butchered your name on purpose!” She says ecstatically.

Yeah, you have already established that.

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congratulations! | lee jihoon

angst | 1.8k words | warnings: jihoon is a toxic ex (sorry), profanities, hands thrown (could’ve been more tbh), slight bff!kwan x reader

an: happiest birthday my bestie, my wifey, the one and only @bluehoodiewoozi !!!!! yes this was originally written for our tiny xmas exchange but it’s your birthday today saur… here ya go. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

You nervously paced up and down your cramped hallway. Alternating between biting your nails and your lips, you willed your boyfriend Jihoon– no, was he your ex now?– to pick up your calls. Each passing second amplified the anxiety. You felt your heart beat loudly in your chest, almost drowning out the outside world. Dialling his number again, your gaze was fixed on the screen, willing it to light up with his response.

“C’mon, pick up…”

The cryptic text that Jihoon had sent you made no sense at all. You didn’t understand how it all went up in flames in a blink of an eye. When was it that your relationship started to go wrong? Sure, you hadn’t seen him in a while due to scheduling conflicts, but had the two of you drifted so apart to the point he warranted a break? And through text, no less!

His text (“I need some time to myself. Let’s take a break.”) was accompanied by numerous of your own, all left unanswered. It was pathetic, really, how your texts evolved from demanding an explanation to you begging him to stay. Still, you continued to send messages in hopes that he would reply at least one of them eventually, even if your all calls ended up going to voicemail.

The room around you seemed to close in, every sound a distraction. Your mind raced with questions and uncertainties, replaying the moments that had led up to the abrupt breakup. The anticipation was both unbearable and desperate, yearning for some form of reassurance or closure.

Tension only seemed to thicken in the air as you listened in on the phone’s ringing. You could almost feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the silence. Doubt crept in, and you questioned whether Jihoon would answer, whether he even wanted to hear from you. The vulnerability of the situation makes you second-guess every aspect of the relationship that led to this point.

“The number you have dialled is currently not available. Please try again later.” You sighed as you were directed to voicemail for the nth time.

He didn’t pick up this time either.

-

It had been 5 months since your ex became your ex.

The constant checking of your phone morphed into a ritual, with each unanswered call deepening the ache in your chest. You wonder if Jihoon was purposefully avoiding your calls, adding a layer of rejection to the already painful experience. It wasn’t like you didn’t try reaching out on social media; for someone who rarely used social media, he had already made sure to block you on all possible platforms. The silence on the other end of the line becomes a void, echoing the emotional distance that has suddenly emerged.

The unanswered calls left you grappling with a mix of emotions—fear of the unknown, longing for reconciliation, and the harsh reality that things may never be the same again.

Boo Seungkwan, your ever-loving best friend, had barged into your humble abode after you had holed yourself inside, coming out only for work or to throw the trash. You were grateful to Seungkwan for dragging you out for brunch– you almost missed the way the sun felt on your skin. Brunch was a simple affair, the cafe lulled by the muffled conversations of its patrons. Your best friend hardly minded your subdued temperament; rather, he took the lead for most of the conversation, knowing that you would be more content with just listening in. It didn’t take much for you to fall into Seungkwan’s comfortable companionship, throwing jokes and punches at each other as if you hadn’t been unceremoniously dumped.

That was, until you saw him.

The bell above the cafe door chimed as Lee Jihoon, in all his glory, walked into the very cafe you and Seungkwan sat in, an arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

Time seemed to slow as you registered their presence. They had just entered the cafe when your eyes unintentionally locked for a brief moment. Your heart skipped a beat, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over you. Beside him was a new face, someone unfamiliar yet uncomfortably close.

As they navigated through the tables, you couldn’t help but watch, the air growing heavier with every step they took. From the way they causally held hands, to how Jihoon would bump shoulders with his companion; the casual ease in their conversation hints at a connection that is fresh and unfamiliar, replacing the shared history that once existed between the two of you. It was an unwelcome scene, playing out right in front of you.

The comforting ambience of the cafe suddenly felt oppressive as you grappled with a mix of emotions—surprise, nostalgia, and an uninvited twinge of sadness. Your gaze inadvertently followed them to a nearby table, and you find yourself caught between the desire to look away and the magnetic pull of curiosity.

The speed of your smile dropping as you halted mid-laughter caused Seungwkan to whip towards the reason why.

“Y/n?” you vaguely registered Seungkwan trying to shift your attention away from them. Yet, you couldn’t look away. Jihoon’s laugh beckons you as always, a siren’s call slowly piercing dull daggers through your heart.

Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and back to your best friend. His emotions are clearly plastered on his face, and you find yourself mirroring him through the reflection in his eyes: surprise, disbelief, pain, disappointment.

“Its nothing, Kwan.” your whispered, but your attempt at reassuring your friend was anything but convincing.

“The audacity?! The nerve he has to come here, and with a new beau too!” Being the best friend that he was, Seungkwan shifted his seat, attempting to block your view of them. Your gaze softened at your friend’s attempt to make you feel better.

There was just something about the way Jihoon treated the girl so preciously that didn’t sit right with you. How he pulled a chair out for her, smiling shyly when she thanked him. How his eyes never left hers.

How he looked so happy while you were barely picking up the pieces of you that he had brutally smashed and left for dead.

-

“Jihoon.” Before you knew it, your feet brought you over to his table, looming over his side, face void of any emotion. From the corner of your eye, Seungkwan let out a huge sigh at your actions, running his hand through his hair in his seat.

Jihoon looked up in surprise, no doubt that he wasn’t expecting to run into you today.

“Y/n?” His eyes made contact everywhere except with you. He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to steel himself before finally looking at you. “Its nice to see you again. How have you been?”

“You asked for a break.”

“Are you here with someone? It’s been a while since we’ve met-”

“You asked for a break,” you breathed, cutting into his words. “Why? Did I do something to wrong you? Or were you just bored of me, looking for a new muse?”

“Y/n,” his eyes were begging you not to call for attention in the cafe. “Let’s not–“

“How have I been?” You scoff. “You’re so unbelievable. Funny you asked, considering how you just up and left me with no explanation.”

You didn’t mean for your words to come out filled with a sudden surge of venom and hostility. 5 months’ worth of pain, confusion and anguish took over you the longer you stared at the man who was once the love of your life. The girl on the other side looked on in confusion, reaching out for your ex’s hand across the table.

“Honey, who is this?” God, how infuriating her naivety was.

“An old acquaintence, darling. An old classmate from uni.”

The warm and gentle smile he gave her, one that used to be directed to you, caused another sudden surge of anger to bubble within you. All you saw was red. You didn’t have time to register your next actions; your hand instinctively reaching for the glass of water on his table and dumping its contents all over him.

Water dripped from his hair and onto his neatly pressed shirt as he leaped to his feet in surprise. Some of the water dripped on to the table, splashing onto the girl as well.

“Y/n what the fuck?! What’s wrong with you, what was that for?!” Its strange, you thought. For all the years you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him this loud before.

The entire cafe fell silent, watching your every move. The sudden tension was thick enough to be suffocating even the baristas, who had paused making drinks to watch the drama unfold before their very eyes.

Jihoon continued to wipe himself down with napkins. He wasn’t looking at you, but the malevolence in his voice was clearly directed towards you.

“Move on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m happier now without you?”

“Why should I have to wish happiness for you, who left me via text?” You couldn’t help but sneer back, bitterness on full display. You both continued your staring match, eyes filled with disdain for the other, until you felt Seungkwan tug on your arm.

“C’mon. He’s not worth.” Your best friend whispered, wanting to remove you from the situation before you exploded even more. He had already gathered your things, your bag slung over his shoulder as he tugged on yours.

You threw him one last look. Of disgust, of broken trust, of betrayal. “Congratulations, you sick son of a bitch.”

Turning on your heel, you stalked out of the cafe, Seungkwan just behind you. Hushed conversations in the cafe spring back to life as you left. Despite your better judgement, you took one last look at your ex. Not that he noticed– his attention was fully occupied by the girl fretting over his now-damp attire.

You successfully made it round the block before collapsing into Seungkwan’s arms. Sobs racked your body as he knelt down beside you, rubbing circles onto your back as your tears drenched his t-shirt, whole body shaking from the ferocity of your cries. He didn’t mind how your fists crumpled his outfit, or how you seemed to cling to him like a lifeline. Directing your head into the crook of his neck, Seungkwan could only whisper words of comfort, smoothening your hair to calm you down.

Your breath tickled his neck as you tried to say something, voice meek and tired and drained. Pulling you away, Seungkwan thumbs away your tears, coaxing you to repeat yourself.

“It’s like nothing happened. Like I didn’t exist.” You sniffle. “Like we didn’t exist.

“How does he expect me to move on, Kwan? He’s smiling like nothing ever happened.”

Seungkwan’s heart ached for you. His strong, independent best friend whose heart was trampled and shattered for no reason, but all he could do was rub your back. His fists balled up in frustration. How he wished for you to be treated better.

How he wished he could show you he could treat you better.

౨ৎ voicemails choi seungcheol leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, darling)

...one: hey darling! we just arrived at the hotel. i called right after we landed but you didn't answer and then jeonghan reminded me that we’re in completely different time zones. i feel like a total idiot for forgetting about it. good thing you didn't answer though, i hope you have the sweetest dreams. anyway, call me in the morning when you wake up. i love you

...two: the bed felt so cold last night. fuck, it’s been only a day and i miss you like crazy already

...three: i think the kids are sick of me. they say i keep talking about you but (laughs) how could i not? how was your day though? what did you do today? did eat something good for dinner?

...four: that photo of you and kkuma you sent me earlier. (pause) it made my whole day. i immediately set it as my wallpaper. (sigh)

...five: i hate cuddling these goddamn pillows, i want you back in my arms baby

...six: oh my god, yesterday was so much fun! mingyu and dino took me out to drink, and we ended up in the shittiest street ever, and like, there were so many people staring at us weirdly. i know we’re good looking, but come on. then mingyu started to get scared, which started to freak dino out too (laugs). and then i started to get scared too. but then we discovered the best bar ever. i can't wait to tell you all about it

...seven: i saw it’s raining back home. i put an umbrella in your bag before i left because you always forget to bring it with you, and make sure to dress well. go over to my place and take some of my hoodies and coats, and i don't want to hear any complaints

...eight: i miss you

...nine: i should’ve brought a bigger suitcase with me, i swear i have so many gifts for you

...ten: i wish you could be here with me. (pause) i love you

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