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“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 13 + [BONUS WRITTEN SCENE]

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📌chapter tags: SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, jicheolsoo bonding, bonfire dates, kissing lessons, French kissing, an adult man hiding in the back of someone’s jeep, WRITTEN PART UNDERNEATH SCREENSHOTS AND CUTOFF (1.1k wc)

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kissing scene undercut

You can’t help your shaking legs, trembling at the thought of your first kiss in—well, ever—literally seconds before it happens. Were you really gonna do it here? In Seungcheol’s Jeep while you wait for him to grab you can only assume a condom from a friend because what else’s could it be. And Mingyu, whose last name you don't even know.

On the bright side, it wouldn’t be wasted with the sleazy fuckboy Seungcheol. On the other hand, what did you know about Mingyu besides his taste for revenge?

The only conversations you ever had with him was regarding the ‘Choi Seungcheol must die’ schtick, but besides that fact that he’s petty, you don’t know much about him. And now he’s on his way to give you kissing lessons because you decided it was smart to join a scheme like this with no first hand experience.

Who knew the back of your knees could sweat like this?

You spot his dark waves pop from the driver seat window and he waves. Unlocking the doors, you allow him to hop right in the driver seat, making himself at him. He runs his hand through his messy hair and admittedly you stare back stunned. You’ve glimpsed at him the few in person meetings you’ve had—most of information residing group chats to avoid suspicion—but was he always that insanely good looking?

His hands meet in a clap, adjusting to the bizarre situation. “Okay. How much do you know?”

You blank. “Uhhh, movies.”

If you were both in a cartoon, there would be a question mark right above his head.

“Okay, so none.”

“Not everyone kisses and has sex in high school ok. Some of us clearly weren’t part of that crowd,” you stammer defensively.

The photogenic man rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine, whatever. Just follow my lead, before he comes back.”

His hand comes against your cheek, his palm cool against your flustered skin. You eyes wide as saucers, his gaze meets yours, pericing with unwavering determination. “Look at him interested, but not too interested. Keeping him kind of guessing.

His chest draws nearer, inching closer, almost close enough to evoke the scent of that orange soda he partook from the cooler box by the bonfire and the musky cologne the compliments his natural scent.

“Your breath smells good,” he compliments casually, softly smiling. “That’s a great start.”

“I found some mentos in my purse,” you ramble nervously.

“Good habit. And relax, will you? it’s just a kiss.”

You scoff, visibly offended he’d have to say that.“I know. Shut up.”

Mingyu softly chuckles. “Okay. Come closer.”

You comply, swallowing a lump in your throat. Expertly, Mingyu pulls foward and his nose gently nuzzles against yours, your skin kissing before your lips do. “He’ll like it when you lightly touch him like this. Letting him know you’re expecting it.”

You clear your throat, emptying your mind, and try to ease the tension between your clamped thighs. “Right.”

He soothes you warm cheek with his thumb, barely touching the corner of your mouth. “Maybe softly caress his face, like that. Looking at him of course.”

“I-I’m looking.”

He laughs again. That laugh that’s so light and soft. “Sure. And then…”

His lips meet yours for the first time in a soft and gentle union, molding the part of his lips to the shape of yours. Learning to breathe through your nose, you chase after lips with a ginger cadence. Attempting to replicate his unhurried strides even as your heartbeat quickens, caught in the ebb and flow of your conflicting tempos. Then all you feel is heat. How it festers all over your body. How dulls your surroundings. How it resides in every breath you inhale.

His hand adjust your face higher to meet his, deepening the pressure—longing stinging the surface of your lips—before releasing, pleasantly taken aback by your clumsy, yet fruitful, efforts. “That was good…now you know what comes next. Right…?”

“I-I think so?”

Mingyu’s face lights up with an unmistakable sense of pride, before reuniting your lips, brushing against your bottom lip with his tongue and prodding apart. Peering through a partially open gaze, Mingyu observes your response satisfied as you seamlessly melt into his touch. He immerses himself in the glow of this triumph until your hand lands against his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt on a kiss drunken whim. He’s unable to suppress the moans that escape him while he feels you work your jaw eagerly to match his pace, quickly surpassing the basics and evolves into a realm beyond mere educational purposes.

Intoxicated by the tension surged liplock, Mingyu leans over closer to your side of the car, craving closeness, and he gently draws you in by the waist. In the moment, he inhales the shampoo in your hair, the subtle hint of strawberry in your lip balm, and the soft whimpers uttered. It mesmerizingly—putting lightly—and his objective begins to fade in background, lost in the taste of your lips and he’s okay if he’s stuck lucid dreaming forever.

Then there was a tapping. Soon, he discerns it's your hand, subtly signaling him to withdraw. Reluctantly, he complies, visibly heated and puzzled by your sudden pause. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused.

Still dazed, you timidly point to to his pocket. “Your phone. It’s ringing.”

So that’s what this vibrating was.

He pulls it out, the trance fading as reality sets in, and irritation takes over as he deals with the unwelcome interruption. “What? What is it?”

“Dude! He’s literally a couple meters away. Get out!”

“Fuck!”

Mingyu hangs up immediately before turning to you with startled expression. “Seungcheol’s coming.”

Mirroring his expression, you shift your focus from the beach, confirming the claim as Seungcheol stands a considerable distance away. Swiftly redirecting your attention to Mingyu, you say to him pannicked, “What the fuck? Get out.”

“He’s literally right there! He’ll see his door open and me walk out!”

“Then hide! Back seat—Wait no! The trunk!”

“I’m 6’3, what makes you think I’ll fit in his truck?”

“TRY, MINGYU! Try, Okay?”

Skeptical, Mingyu with his long limbs endeavors to claim the backseat and reaches the trunk, impressed at the ample space barely accommodating his large frame. “Wow. Maybe I should get one of these.”

“Shush—Hey! You’re back.”

Mingyu freezes hearing the drivers door open and shut, nearly shitting his pants.

Seungcheol beams back at you, a deep dimple etched in his cheek, savoring your presence as if you were a well-earned prize. “Sorry for the wait. The guys kept insisting I stay longer.”

“All good,” you reassure. “Are you sure you’re okay with leaving early? I feel kind of bad now.”

Shaking his head gently, he takes your hand. "No, let's get you home. It wouldn't feel right to leave you to take an Uber. I want to make sure you're safe."

“Mmmh, okay.”

As the engine begins to rev, you steal a quick glance over the truck's view, a momentary concern flashing across your face before it transforms into a poised smile aimed at your date. "Let's go!"