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In need of some opinions...

Hello! I'm working on my Seungcheol series and I'm stuck on something and I need some opinions from you all! Basically, it's a Reader x Seungcheol slow burn lovers to exes to lovers again (full description on my ml), but how much of the original 'falling in love' would you all be interested in? I've planned to explore it all, then the divorce, then the rekindling of their relationship.

Basically, I want to know if you would enjoy it more to read it chronologically, knowing they break up but watching it all unfold? Or rather would you want to see their relationship through flashbacks or memories, or a chapter here and there explaining something that happened that is relevant to them in the future?

I can't make polls for some reason, so feel free to pm me or reblog or comment what you think, and thank you so much!

Lots of love, Caitlin xxx

Back to him | K.Seungmin

summary: after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.

Genre: fluff

words count: 0.9 k words

small note: It's my first post here and I hope this is good(somehow). Hope you enjoy reading this. Feedbacks are appreciated!

The growling of the cars and rustling footsteps subsided as darkness painted itself into the blank sky’s canvas. You bid one of your co-workers goodbye before gazing at your work desk. Is everything fine? A load of files that were supposed to be sent in tomorrow had been arranged neatly on the right side of your desk and the once scattered work papers had been combined into a tall stack of paper. A sigh of relief left your lips, finally, another stressful day had closed itself.

It was time to return home, returning to him if you were honest.

You flicked the light off and headed to the train station with a black jacket draped on your arm. It didn’t take a long time for you to arrive because the road was empty at this hour. Only the glowing streetlight and your own shadow accompany you throughout your walk. You purchased a ticket from the machine and went to your designed platform.

It’s 11.30 a.m, was he still there?

As you stepped onto the last stair, a wave of chilly air crashed, causing you to shiver under the piece of your thin clothing. You quickly wore the jacket, the end of the sleeve hanging loosely under your fingertips. It was obvious to anyone that it wasn’t yours. The smell of his cologne wrapped itself around you. His scent always reminded you of the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon, calming and comforting, like his existence in your life. That was why you insisted on keeping his jacket to yourself, although he begged to have it back because it was his favourite jacket.

The missing had overgrown in you and to say you were nothing but excited to meet him was an understatement. You settle down on a nearby bench and pluck your earphones in. The song began as your vision slowly filled with late-night workers who just got off work like you. Resting your head against the wall behind you, you let yourself drown in his voice. It still amazes you how his voice blends perfectly with the delicate sound of the piano. 

The announcement of the upcoming train forced you to get up. You trailed behind those who entered the train first and sat at any vacant seat, coincidentally across a couple. The girl had rested her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder as they laced their hand together. A small smile spread on your face.

“Hope you are happy with him forever.” You silently whispered in your heart and looked ahead, praying the train would stop at your destination quickly. There was nothing worth looking out the window actually, it was just one of your ways to forget the boredom of waiting. Unfortunately, your home was the last destination of the night so you had a bit of time to sleep. 

You didn’t realise how much had passed until the woman on the speaker woke you up, You rubbed your eyes, getting rid of the sleep before leaving the train. Stuffing your hand into the jacket’s pocket, you made your way to a cafe where you knew the direction by your heart. The cafe seemed to be the only shop open at this time. You pushed the door and the windchime on top of the door chimed, grabbing the boy on the counter's attention but he didn’t glance up, still occupied by his chores. He had rolled up his white sleeves and under the light, you saw sweat beamed on his forehead.

He stayed behind although there was absolutely nothing to do left. The tables were cleaned even the signboard had flipped to close.

“I’m sorry but the cafe has closed, please come back tomorrow.” 

“If I leave, where will I spend the night, min?” You tilted your head

His action of wiping the counter halted as he raised his head. A soft smile conquered his face as he saw you. He abandoned the napkin and walked to you.

“Outside.” He cooed and held your shoulder, pushing you to the exit. You narrowed your eyes toward him only for him to chuckle.

“I’m joking! You’re late tonight, some hassle at your office?”He engulfed you in a tight hug, face buried in your hair. He pulled away and kissed your lips briefly.

“My co-worker as usual. We made a bet and I lost. So, lunch on me tomorrow, how delightful!” 

As you kept rambling about your day in the office, he looked at you with tender eyes, listening attentively to your story. He needed to admit, you look adorable when you were so into the story you were telling. He could sit and listen to your story every day. 

“That must be exhausting. A cup of hot chocolate will cheer you up a bit!” He beamed and rushed behind the counter to prepare the drink. You chuckled and went to him.

“Both of us are. Let’s close the cafe and head upstairs, min.” 

“Are you sure you don’t need any drink?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand to the staircase, shutting the light to the cafe off. Seungmin removed his apron and hung it on the rack beside the stairs. How convenient it was, your house was above the cafe. After changing your clothes, you joined Seungmin in bed. His arm instantly wrapped itself around your waist, pecking at the crown of your head and whispering goodnight. 

To be in his embrace, to be this close to him was what you called home and you were thankful that you could experience this every night.

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