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─ • CSC .ᐟ Stolen Sweater

› content ┆ idol scoups x fem reader, established relationship, fluff ✎ word-count .ᐟ 1.4k. ⌁ summary ┆ Seungcheol comes home to you wearing his sweater ❀ a/n┆i feel like that would be something I would do if i were to be in a relationship, plus Seungcheol is big so it would be the perfect size to drown in his sweaters

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sky outside was overcast, and the chill in the air made staying indoors the perfect plan. Seungcheol hadn’t been home for long, having just finished showering, but he was already beginning to relax into the peaceful quiet of the late afternoon. After a grueling practice session with the members, the ache in his muscles was a welcome reminder of how hard they’d been working. Yet, as much as he loved his group and his role as their leader, coming home to you was what really made him feel at ease.

Seungcheol was never one to admit just how much he loved the little things about his relationship. As a leader, he had always been the strong, reliable one—the protector. But when it came to you, there was something different about the way you made him feel. You had a way of softening him, of making him smile even on the hardest days. Today, though, you managed to catch him completely off guard.

As he walked across the hallway toward the living room, still rubbing his damp hair with a towel, he caught sight of you, and it made him stop in his tracks.

There you were, curled up on the couch, one leg tucked beneath you, completely absorbed in a book, a cup of warm tea on the coffee table. But it wasn’t the peaceful scene that stopped him in his tracks—it was what you were wearing.

His sweater.

His heart skipped a beat. It was his favorite sweater—black, slightly worn, with a faded Chrome Hearts logo of the brand he loved so much. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d worn it himself, nor did he realize you’d taken it. Yet, there you were, wrapped up in it, looking impossibly cozy in the too-big sleeves, your fingers just barely peeking out cutely.

For a moment, Seungcheol didn’t say anything but just stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his towel long forgotten in his hand. His eyes roamed over you: from the way the sweater practically swallowed your small frame to how your fingers barely peeked out of the sleeves as you held your book. The neckline hung loosely, revealing just a bit of your collarbone, and something about that made his heart race.

It wasn’t just that you looked good—you did, of course—but it was more than that. There was something intimate, something almost possessive about seeing you in his clothes like you’d claimed a piece of him, even if you didn’t realize it.

He hadn’t noticed how long he’d been staring until you looked up from your book after sensing his presence, your eyes meeting his. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as if you’d caught onto his reaction.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice warm and familiar. “You’re home.”

Seungcheol cleared his throat, trying to shake off the daze you’d put him in. “Yeah, just got back.” He walked further into the room, tossing the towel onto the armchair, but his eyes kept looking at you. “You… you’re wearing my sweater.”

You glanced down as if only just realizing it, then back up at him with a playful smile. “Oh, this? It was cold, and it was the first thing I saw in your closet. It’s really... comfortable.”

Seungcheol blinked, still processing the sight in front of him. The way you said it, so casually, like it was no big deal, made him chuckle. But it *was* a big deal, at least to him.

There was something about you wearing his clothes that did something to him, something he couldn’t quite put into words. He didn’t mind, of course. If anything, he found it endearing. It felt intimate like you were wrapped up in a piece of him. He felt his chest warm with a strange mix of pride and affection.

“Does it feel okay?” he asked, sitting down beside you, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch the hem of the sweater’s sleeve. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric, and for some reason, the action made him feel strangely protective.

You nodded, shifting a little closer to him. “It’s perfect. Honestly, I think I’m going to keep it,” you teased, glancing up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “Oh, really? You’re just going to steal my favorite sweater like that?”

“Stealing is a strong word,” you replied, tilting your head slightly. “Borrowing indefinitely sounds nicer.”

He laughed, a deep, rich yet cute sound that filled the room. “Alright, alright. I guess I can let you borrow it… indefinitely.” His voice softened, and the teasing tone faded as he continued to look at you, still feeling that tug in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes.

“You look better in it than I do,” he finally said, his voice soft.

You laughed lightly, your cheeks flushing just a little at his compliment. “I don’t know about that. It’s pretty big on me.”

“Yeah, but that’s the point,” he teased. “It’s supposed to be big.”

You set your book aside, sliding closer to him. “Well, it’s perfect for this kind of weather.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, and Seungcheol instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer. You fit perfectly under his arm, snug and warm, and he couldn’t help but notice the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the sweater. It was the little things like this that made him realize how much he loved you—how much you meant to him.

“I’ll get you your own,” he murmured into your hair, though he didn’t really mean it. He liked seeing you in his clothes, liked how it felt like you were carrying a piece of him.

“Why would I need my own when I can just steal yours forever?” you replied, your voice playful but laced with affection.

He chuckled, resting his chin on top of your head. “Fair point.”

They stayed like that for a while, the sound of rain beginning to tap softly against the window, a gentle rhythm that matched the calm between them. Seungcheol absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down your arm, tracing the soft material of the sweater, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in the moment.

“You know,” he said after a while, his voice low and thoughtful, “I’ve never really been the type to care about stuff like this. But seeing you in my sweater…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “It makes me happy. I don’t know why.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your expression softening. “You don’t have to explain it. I get it.”

He smiled down at you, grateful that you always seemed to understand him, even when he struggled to find the words. Seungcheol wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, especially when it came to sentimental things like this, but you always made it easier for him.

“You can wear it whenever you want,” he murmured, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It looks better on you anyway.”

You laughed softly, leaning back into his chest. “You say that now, but you’ll miss it when you can’t find it in your closet.”

Seungcheol chuckled, “Maybe, but if it means you’re always wearing a piece of me, I think I can live with that.”

You didn’t say anything for a while, just settled more comfortably into his embrace, and Seungcheol closed his eyes, letting the warmth of your body and the soft patter of the rain lull him into a peaceful state. He didn’t need anything more than this—just the quiet intimacy of sharing a piece of himself with you.

After a long moment, you spoke up again, your voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I think I love this sweater now too.”

Seungcheol smiled against your hair, holding you just a little tighter. “Good. Because it’s yours now.”

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the warmth of the sweater and each other keeping the chill of the afternoon at bay. Seungcheol didn’t need grand gestures or big declarations of love; moments like these were enough. His sweater, his girl, and the quiet peace they shared—it was all he needed. It was enough to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

here comes my first even Seungcheol fanfic! Posting this after the One Ok Rock concert in Paris

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ “CHERRY.zip"🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

i was wondering why i was so emotional these days when my cycle is not even near. turns out i'm just ovulating

hii can ask for 4) the act of drying your hair for jiung? i feel like he would be so soft with handling your hair ><

HOW SWEET. YES.

jiung drying your hair. I picture him trying SO HARD to be gentle and really attentive. he first gave you a towel to dry most of the water, and then he let you sit on a chair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. so you are now able to watch him as he starts the hairdryer. SO DELICATE, you could barely feel his hands while moving your hair, and SO careful >_< like when he's focusing on you ONLY. him with his face slightly wrinkled, and his eyes full of sparkles as he moves the dryer on your hair. I also think he's very calm because he wants to make sure you get out of there all dry. his heart WARMING when he sees you yawn, and he notices your gaze lost as you let him dry your hair ASAAAASDS. he also would love to tease you, like moving your hair in front of your face just to see your reaction and to make you LOOK at him while he's doing it for you. maybe he'd even move in front of you, like "hey ur man is here! look how good I'm doing!". i can also see him actually liking it. he'd feel so seen/recognized (?) bc how much you are comfortable with him and vice-versa

prompts ; event m.list

P1Harmony Reaction ✧ Them having a nightmare about losing their s/o

✧ P1Harmony all members x reader ✧ genre: angst, reaction, a hint of fluff here and there?

(requested:)

Keeho:

“Whoa, what the heck was that??” Keeho mutters those words as he is torn out of a nightmare. He’s trying hard to fight the afterimages of the dream from coming back to him, and with the way his fear is paralyzing him he’s not being very successful. He forces himself to sit up eventually and to take a few deep breaths. However, when he turns his head to get a look at your peacefully sleeping face, he must realize you’re not lying next to him anymore. His eyes widen in shock, and at the same time he tries telling himself that you’re fine, you probably just got up for a glass of water or something. Still, he can’t calm down properly without you here, so he decides to get up and search for you. Keeho finds you not far from his room, and he lets out a sigh of relief as he sees your sleepy face.

“Oh thank god…” he mutters, and you shoot him a confused look. “I had such a stupid dream.”

“What dream?” you ask, guessing, “A bad one?” You approach him and reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Then you pull him back into his room.

“Yeah… I was in this rundown house and couldn’t find you no matter where I looked… and the hallways were kinda endless?” he tries to explain and then shakes his head as a shiver runs down his spine. “Actually, let’s talk about something else.”

“Well, I had a super nice dream,” you change topic as he requested, and you can see him relaxing immediately. “I was at this buffet and they had all my favourite food… but then I woke up and realized it’s not real. That was really sad…” Your boyfriend chuckles at your dream.

“We can get your favourite food tomorrow, okay?” he suggest and you thank him. Then you both get back into bed and fall back asleep rather quickly, all while you keep holding each other’s hand.

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