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This is why i am single, istg i need my OWN SEUNGCHEOL

S.Coups (Seventeen) | Carrying you to bed comfort | 0.7k | gn!reader

It’s late. You should be in bed, but tomorrow you’re gonna wake up a couple hours later, so you wanna make the most of the day and stay up until the late hour. That’s really an oxymoron because what you’re doing is lying on Seungcheol’s chest. With your ear right above his heart, the soft relaxing sound of lo-fi playing in the background barely reaches you. He’s scrolling on his phone, leg bouncing to the rhythm and occasionally bumping into your leg. 

He’s solid and warm. The scent of his cologne lingers on his skin even after his shower, you can smell it faintly under the soft scent of his shirt. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your mind is foggy. You could fall asleep like this, but the couch is no place to sleep. Besides tomorrow is another day, which means responsibilities that have little to do with what you truly want to do, with what makes your heart and soul feel full. It’s alright, you remind yourself. This is good enough.

Yet it still makes a familiar burn spread beneath your eyelids and you need to take a few deep breaths to chase it away. 

“Oh, it’s getting late,” Seungcheol’s voice can be heard above your head and your hand grips his shirt a little tighter.

“Come on, love. Let’s get to bed,” he whispers, his voice sweeter now that he’s talking to you. When you don’t reply, you feel tension rise through his body. He knows you’re not asleep. 

“y/n?” he calls your name softly. He puts the phone down to rub your back. The burning is back, but you refuse to let the tears spill. It’s so stupid.

“Cheol?” you say and you know he can hear the hint of wobbliness in your voice. He keeps rubbing your back, waiting. “Can you carry me to bed today?”

It’s not far, and he’s strong enough to carry you a couple meters. He likes to boast about it and remind you of the fact by picking you up and spinning you in his arms even if for just a second. Even now you’d swear you felt him perk up. 

“Yeah, of course,” he kisses the top of your head, “No problem.” 

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t tease you for being unreasonable or childish. You can hear the smile in his voice, the fondness that makes you feel warmth in your soul.

It takes some maneuvering but soon you’re securely in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he grants your wish. His hands support your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin out of habit.

He lays you down gently and helps you get under the covers, tucking you in when you settle in one position. Seungcheol sits on the edge and pets your hair.

“I’m gonna get some water, do you mind if I keep the lights on?”

You shake your head no and receive a kiss to your forehead in response. He’s only gone for a minute, but he’s careful when he sets down the glass.

The world falls into darkness behind your closed eyelids and you hear him pull off his shirt. Then he joins you in bed, crawling closer until you feel his body heat seeping into yours. He wraps an arm around you, spoils you with another kiss - this time to your temple - before he makes sure again that the blanket is securely covering your body.

“I think I’m gonna play on my phone for a while, do you mind?” he asks, holding you against him.

“No, but can you have the music on? It helps me sleep,” you murmur, grateful when he nods without any question. Soon enough, you feel him change his position without moving away from you. His body is still warm against yours.

“Good night, love,” he whispers with the sound playing lowly from his phone already. No shame, no questions, only blind hope for better tomorrow. 

“Good night,” you manage weakly, drifting off as his fingers absentmindedly stroke through your hair any chance he doesn’t need both hands to play.

I cried....

hi eli! i’ve seen your moodboard and i was thinking of another moot interaction game? with a collage of your life, make doodles and like? what you did that day and then tag 3 people to do it? i call it the ‘romanticizing life’ moot game, since everyone is finishing their finals?

MOOT INTERACTION ALERT❗❗❗

Idk how to romanticize my life right now. But so far Ive done these: wrote a short story and sold it on a book exhibit in our university (it was okay, and my furst time to sell my work!! Yay! My classmates called me Wednesday 😭😂 one kid called me Thursday cause thats what the day was) , had a field study as a senior in college (kids everyone called me Ma'am Sheesh 😭 istg they always forget my name), done two written report (my friend Jera finally had time for me, is the good thing about this 😍), i wrote a song (im afraid is the only true good thing), and used my pentablet again after soooo many decades (lol).

tagging @anniecheol @tqmies @jaeminbunzz @jammingjaem @tddyhyck @haespoir @fullsunstrawberry

and then I met you

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Pairing: Jeonghan × fem reader × Seungcheol

Synopsis: Falling in love with bestfriend’s ex wasn’t something that Jeonghan planned.

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, morning sickness.

Author’s Note: I am finally back, I DID NOT ABANDON this fic!!

Happy reading ~

taglist: @scarlet789    @jjeongddol @shinetogether17 @caratloves17

If you want to get tagged, you can reply me <3

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After everything was over, Jeonghan and Aisha went back to their apartment. They went to their rooms; the moment Aisha entered the room, she looked around her new room. She changed her gown and wore her comfort clothes. She sat on the bed and looked around her room once again, everything felt so new. She came to Jeonghan’s apartment rarely and every time she came it was with Seungcheol, when they would hang out together but now living with him in his apartment was something different. Leaving her apartment and living with Jeonghan was like leaving her memories behind that one room, which was her comfort.

She kept her phone on the night table and tried sleeping. The moment she closed her eyes, all the events that happened today came rushing to her mind and it played as if she was watching today’s replay. Seungcheol, her wedding, the kiss, and Jeonghan. Everything felt so unfamiliar and the way Seungcheol’s eyes never left hers was something she never expected.

Whereas Jeonghan was in his room, wearing his sweatshirt, today was indeed a tiring day for him but he couldn’t forget the look he witnessed of Seungcheol; there were so many unspoken words between them, he noticed the way he was looking at them when they kissed.

Aisha told him it was over but what was the thing he saw today, Aisha wanted him to kiss her because of Seungcheol and it was beyond his ethics to agree to her. He would never kiss her for advantage, a kiss is something personal and for him, it was more than personal and if he would kiss Aisha then it would be out of love and affection he felt for her. Denying wasn’t a thing now, Aisha is a part of his life now, she is his responsibility now and he knows, what he did.

The night was something for them, which resulted in overthinking.

The next morning, Jeonghan woke up early because he had one important meeting to attend, and making breakfast for them almost became a habit of his. His mom specifically told him what are the things Aisha needs to avoid and what are the things she needs to eat despite how many she tells him that she wants this or that, because cravings are very normal during pregnancy.

Jeonghan kept everything on the table and went towards her room; he knocked on her room, and he realized nothing changed except the fact that they were married and it’s his apartment rather than Aisha’s apartment.

“Aisha?” he called her name, he looked at the time, she usually wakes up by this time. “Aisha?” he was about to knock again but the door opened and he looked at her, she looked so weak. “Are you okay?” the panic was visible on his face, and she barely nodded.

The very next thing Aisha did was to cover her mouth and run towards the bathroom, Jeonghan hurriedly followed her without any thoughts. Jeonghan never witnessed her morning sickness and as far as he knows morning sickness happens from 2nd month till 4th month. He was caressing her back and drawing circles while Aisha was throwing up. He got so worried; once she was done, he helped her to stand up, “Aisha we are going to visit the doctor right now” She snapped her head to look at him; she tried shaking her head in denial. “We are leaving right now, freshen up and get changed”

“I’ll be fine”

“No, you are coming with me.”

“Jeonghan-”

“You’re my wife, Aisha. I can’t risk your health and our baby’s health.” That’s when Aisha knew she could not argue with him anymore, that’s the end of the conversation.

“I’ll go out and will come back in half an hour max and if you’re done then come down, I will be waiting for you.” and he left her room. Aisha looked at herself, what mess did she create with herself.

While Aisha was getting ready, Jeonghan was getting impatient and getting more and more worried with each passing second. He called the hospital he had been planning to register Aisha since the beginning and then took today’s doctor’s appointment for Aisha.

He called one of his colleagues, “Junho, I might be a bit late today, inform the team.” 

He turned his head to see Aisha walking towards him, “I need to go to a doctor’s appointment with my wife” and he hung up, “I am ready” he nodded and got up from the couch, he went to bring the apple juice, he made for her in the morning, “drink this and we can go” she drank the juice and Jeonghan kept the glass on the table.

“Let’s go” he picked up his keys and walked towards the door. And there was Aisha, wondering how her first day after marriage turned out like this; once they were in the car, Aisha didn’t speak a lot.

“Did you sleep well?” Jeonghan’s eyes were focused on the road but his mind was somewhere else, “Yes I did” Jeonghan felt something was off but didn’t push the thing. He remembers his mother’s words, about not stressing Aisha and what are the things he should do and not do, he was taking care of each and everything.

Once he parked his car infront of the hospital, Jeonghan came out of the car and went to open the door for Aisha, “Jeonghan where are we-”

“Let’s go” he held her hand, this wasn’t the first time he was holding her hand but this was the first time he was holding her hand after getting married and naming their relationship. “But Jeonghan this hospital-” Aisha was surprised because the hospital looked more than fancy to her, “this is the best hospital here and I could not risk with you. Your health is the most important one because you’re the mother” she couldn’t argue back once again, he was right, and Aisha could feel the overwhelming feeling building up inside her. Jeonghan was concerned about her since day one and he always told her to take care of herself and he always wanted her to get registered with this hospital and since they have the whole package for whole nine months and then post-delivery care for the mother and the baby; they provide this along with during delivery bookings.

Aisha would have to do regular visits during pre and post-pregnancy.

Once they entered, Aisha’s grip got a little stronger around Jeonghan’s hand. Jeonghan felt Aisha tensing up a little so he turned his head towards her and lowered to her height “It’s going to be okay” Aisha took a deep breath. Once they went to the reception, Jeonghan told them about the appointment and gladly they didn’t have to wait a lot.

After almost half an hour, it was Aisha’s turn for the checkup. Aisha was holding Jeonghan’s hand because she was nervous but she didn’t know why was she nervous.

Jeonghan knocked on the door, and then Aisha entered the chamber. “Is your husband with you?” Aisha was asked as soon as she stepped in, she nodded. The word ‘husband’ sounded new to her, the fact she was married to Yoon Jeonghan and he was her husband now; it wasn’t even twenty-four hours since they got married. “come with your husband” Aisha took a deep breath before turning her head and calling “Jeonghan?” Aisha’s voice was almost timid. Jeonghan looked at her, “Come inside”.

“Please take a seat” Aisha sat carefully and Jeonghan took a seat beside her. Somewhere or the other Jeonghan felt Aisha getting more and more nervous, and he reached out to hold her hand. The moment Jeonghan held her hand, the warm feeling was enough for Aisha in that moment to feel safe and better. Aisha got her weight and blood pressure checked first then they took a seat infront of the doctor.

“So,” she took a pause and looked at Aisha, “Aisha, how are you feeling?”

“I…” Jeonghan saw how hesitant Aisha was, this was their first antenatal doctor visit as husband and wife and this changed the whole scenario of whatever happened between Jeonghan and Aisha, doesn’t matter how Jeonghan always accompanied her to her check-ups as a friend.

Jeonghan looked at Aisha and blinked his eyes as an assurance. “I was doing well, but today morning, I had morning sickness.”

“What did you eat?”

“I had apple juice in the morning”

“Did you throw up before drinking the juice or after?”

“Before, it was… more like… after I woke up… I threw up.”

“Are you stressing Aisha?” Aisha looked so hesitant, “Did you sleep well? Yesterday night?” Jeonghan squeezed her hand slightly and Aisha looked at Jeonghan once then looked at doctor, “No, I couldn’t sleep well yesterday night”

“Was it stress Aisha?” Aisha nodded slightly, “Can I ask why?”

“It’s okay, you can say it Aisha, there’s no harm in telling and there’s nothing wrong in telling.” the doctor was a very softspoken person, and Jeonghan’s support was helping her to stay true to herself

“I cried, I was crying, I was not feeling well, the overwhelming feeling was eating me and stressing me so much that I couldn’t help but just cry. Tears came out without even asking as if my emotions were making me overwhelming me and making me cry so much.”

“Did you get any sleep at all?” she nodded, “I slept around 2 to 3 am” Jeonghan was feeling apologetic, Aisha didn’t mention anything to him about crying and stressing so much, and he didn’t even know anything. “I don’t know what caused you the stress Aisha but if it’s something between the two of you, then I would suggest, try to solve it and not to stress about it.”

“No, it’s not like that” Aisha was too fast to say this, “I- I have nothing to say”

“Aisha, you shouldn’t take stress, it’s not good for you and your precious baby.” Aisha was feeling overwhelmed. “You have to take care of her, make her feel better.” Then she turned her head to look at Aisha “And Aisha you need to watch good things, can be your comfort movies or random cute movies or listen to songs or do things which can take away your stress. Because babies are very sensitive to anything that mother feels and that’s why a mother shouldn’t stress.”

“Okay doctor” both were in sync this time and the doctor smiled, “I would be your assigned doctor from now on Aisha, you can come and visit me anytime. Okay?” Aisha nodded, “It was nice meeting you Mrs. Yoon” and the doctor smiled at Aisha, “Thankyou so much Ms. Lee” Aisha smiled back, and Jeonghan also thanked her. They left the chamber and Jeonghan was still holding her hand.

Aisha felt bad about not telling Jeonghan about the whole episode she had yesterday because of Seungcheol, how her overthinking self; took her to stress so much.

While walking towards his car, Aisha was silent, more like she was trying to find the right words to tell everything to Jeonghan, from now on Jeonghan is not just a friend who was taking care of Aisha and taking her to check-ups, rather he is her husband and he is supposed to know everything.

Once they were infront of his car, Jeonghan let Aisha get in first then he went inside the car, “Say it Aisha, you want to say something” it always amazes Aisha how Jeonghan can tell so many things about her and read her, like how can he exactly say that she’s struggling or stressing or wanting to say anything. “I-I am sorry”

“Why are you sorry Aisha” Jeonghan turned his head to face her, she was looking at him directly, “I didn’t tell you… and yesterday night I was crying, you are supposed to know these… even the small details… about me and the baby-”

“Our baby Aisha, not the baby or anyone else’s baby, it’s our baby, you are the mother and I am the father.” He corrected her and that’s when she saw the genuine look in his eyes, “I am so sorry Jeonghan, I am-” he put his fingers on her lips, “Stop this sorry game, Aisha, it’s okay. From now on, focus on the good things okay? I want you to be happy. Okay? And I don’t know why you were crying but next time if you feel like crying let me know, I will take away all your stress and make you feel better” Maybe Jeonghan knew she was crying because of Seungcheol but he couldn’t risk anything at all, he can’t bring her name back, not after the doctor told her not to stress. And right now, even the slightest thing can trigger her. Jeonghan had one thing set in his mind, and that was to make Aisha smile more than anything and be by her side. She is his wife now; she is her responsibility and he doesn’t want anything to go wrong.

 He cupped her cheeks, “So, don’t worry. I am there by your side only so don’t think too much, and yes, I should know if anything happens to you, okay?” she nodded. “Thank you Jeonghan” he just smiled at her.

“Now let’s go home?” Aisha nodded and Jeonghan started driving back to their home.

On the way home, Jeonghan was thinking how to make Aisha feel better, and the fact she had a breakdown yesterday and he wouldn’t want this to repeat ever again

there's nothing more comforting than picking up an old book and immediately reemerging yourself into the story. a book that feels familiar, a book that feels like home, a book that feels like the warm embrace of an old friend. you read the first page and all of those feelings come back- the excitement, the wonder, the awe. what were you going through when you first read these words? how much have you grown? you reread the same paragraphs. you reattach yourself to the characters. you reimagine the setting and the descriptions and is it different? or is it all the same? are you different? are you the same? who do you want to be?