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one night stand

REQUESTED by anon: ok ok can i request for a one night stand smut for cho seungyoun? thanks 😊

synopsis: the two of you get a lil too drunk and end up messing around in seungyoun’s bed. UNEDITED

pairing: dom!cho seungyoun x reader 

warnings: sub reader, cursing, drinking, unprotected sex? it’s not implied that they used protection but you can still imagine whatever you want lol

this is my very first request so i apologize if this isn’t good lol. smut starts under the read more line. lowercase intended 

the two of you weren’t dating, and you both considered each other as “acquaintances ”. however, the rest of your friends thought differently. literally anyone could see the sexual tension between the two of you. as yoomi, your closest friend, says: the two of you are going to start fucking any minute. seungyoun was a goofy kid that always cracked jokes with you, but there was always that one moment where silence enters and the two of you just awkwardly shift in your seats. 

“anda is our driver so let’s drink all we want tonight!” yoomi cheers and jumps up, acting crazy despite not even being at the club yet. you let out a small cheer after her and put down your makeup brush. you would usually put on fairly heavy makeup when you go to the club, but not when seungyoun was there. even though you consider him as a friend, it wouldn’t hurt to impress him at least a bit. you made sure your makeup was subtle but still showing your beautiful features. you put on light eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, foundation, and your favorite lip tint. 

the colorful lights were spinning around as loud music played, you looked around your surroundings, seeing crowds of people having the time of their lives (cue the day6 music). 

you, anda, and yoomi went to the second floor to find your other friends. according to yoomi, seungyoun was going to be there too. you bit your lip in excitement and walked into the private room. your eyes wondered around the group of people and on the very right you saw him. he was wearing a white button down shirt, a few buttons undone, plain black pants, and a black denim jacket with graphic designs printed all over it. simple, but extremely hot. the way he was sitting already drove you crazy. he was laid back slightly, legs spread out. you could already imagine you sucking his big fat di- 

“y/n? come sit down!” yoomi pulls you to the seating area. you feel a bit flustered, and you leave a little imaginary slap on your face for letting yourself get carried away into the world of horniness. 

the rest of the time you spent there was full of dancing, drinking, and constant glances towards seungyoun. you just couldn’t help it. it’s HIS fault for looking that good. he seemed to notice your glances, without even turning your way. you could tell by his small smirks occasionally. 

after everyone had left the club, you stumbled outside and looked around for anda and yoomi. when you looked to your right, you sat yoomi stumbling around with her boyfriend. 

you called out to her, “hey yoomi! where’s anda?” 

“i don’t know! i think she got drunk this time. i told that hoe not to drink, fuck,” yoomi walked off into the distance clinging tightly on her boyfriend’s arm. 

you sighed and stood, waiting for absolutely nothing. 

“what are you doing, standing there?”  seungyoun walked beside you, confused. 

“uh? i don’t knowwww” your speech was weird because of the large amounts of alcohol. your cheeks were extremely pink. 

“you know i noticed you looking at me the whole time,” he chuckled. 

“it’s cause you’re really hot-” you slapped your hand over your mouth in surprise. if you were sober you would probably run away in embarrassment, but instead you giggled and said: “oopsy, didn’t mean to say that”.

he turned his head over to look at you with an unreadable expression. 

“you think i’m hot?” he slowly walks towards you, another smirk slowly building on his face. you giggle again and nod aggressively. you were definitely going to regret this in the morning. once he was close enough to you, he bent down to match you height and tilted his head slightly. 

having a slight pout on your face, you matched his actions and tilted your head in the same direction. you blinked slowly, still feeling drunk. you noticed he also had a slight blush on his face from the alcohol. 

he slowly moved his face closer to you, until you dived forwards into his lips. he was a bit taken aback, but he quickly adjusted and grabbed your waist. it went from 10 to 1000 quickly, but neither of you cared. both of you were expecting this to happen anyways.

his lips were now stained a bit from your lip tint, but that didn’t matter. the two of you continued sucking the hell out of each others lips, not caring that you were both making out in an alleyway by a club. both of you roamed each other’s bodies with your hands, knowing what’s about to happen later tonight. 

after being in the alleyway for who knows how long, you ended up in his bed an hour later. he was on top of you with both of his hands by your head. the two of you were breathing heavily, eyes both filled with lust. 

immediately the two of you started removing your clothes, too eager and impatient for the foreplay. seungyoun threw his clothing to the floor, not really caring where it lands. 

after the last article of clothing was removed, your hands went to grasp his shoulders, already dripping wet with excitement and arousal. 

he used two fingers to circle your clit the gradually enter you. thrusting his long fingers. you were squirming in pleasure, burying your head in the pillow you were laying against. 

“fuck you’re so wet already,” he spreads your legs and grips your thighs with his hands. 

“put it in already,” you whine. 

“if you say so,” your curses were cut off with a sharp gasp. he entered his cock into you and started thrusting. he was the perfect size for you, hitting all the right spots. you moaned in pleasure and grabbed the bedsheets. your back was arched, giving seungyoun a closer view of your boobs. he brought you closer to the wall and leaned your body against it, so instead of you laying down, you were sitting slightly upright. he kept thrusting wildly while sucking on your boobs, leaving hickies on them occasionally. 

you pulled on his hair, lost in pleasure. “i’m about to cum!” tears threatened to spill as you were approaching your high. your legs were begining to shake and you pulled seungyoun into a heated kiss. 

“fuck you feel so good around my cock,” he groans. 

“cum on my cock,” your eyes roll back, letting out a pathetic moan. both of you came at around the same time, seungyoun coming after thrusting wildly for a few more seconds. 

the regret will hit you in the morning, but hey, at least you got good dick. 

convenience store worker!au for seungyoun based on this picture

seungyoun is one of the many students who’re in dire need of money and are looking for a job. in his case, he was seeking one that worked with his hectic schedule

being a music comp major took up a lot of his time during his normal weeks and he also lived on campus so most, if not all of his time was spent within the boundaries of the college campus

so when he saw a flyer on the bulletin board of his dorm floor asking for a part-time worker at the convenience store just next to the campus library, he knew he had to apply for it.

and long story short, that’s how seungyoun became the convenience store employee taking the night shift on the weekends

and he started working towards the end of the semester which, when he told his friends,,, they’re reactions were quite different than what he expected.

seungwoo looked at him like he had a third eye. “I don’t understand why you all are making a big deal,” seungyoun told the guys before chomping down on a french fry

“seungyoun, within the next three weeks the semester will be over,” wooseok explained, and seungyoun huffed, “what’s the problem? they said they’ll need me throughout winter break too”

seungwoo sighed, “dude, finals weeks. you know how crowded the convenience store will get once students realize that it’s the only place open for 24 hours? when will you be able to take care of your own finals, then?”

yohan nodded, “you need to do well in your finals in order to pass, my dude” and proceeded to steal a french fry from seungyoun’s plate.

seungyoun didn’t think about that: of course, he had finals, too. he pulled out his phone to check his schedule and smack in the middle of finals week he had one in-class final, and it was in his worst subject, statistics.

“damn it,” he started and looked back at the guys. “all my finals are comp pieces that are due before the finals weeks, but I have one final during that time period and it’s stats.”

seungwoo sighed, “I think you should reconsider the job, dude,” before packing up his things and heading to his next class. slowly each of his friends offered a similar remark before they left individually, leaving him with his thoughts and the last few bits of his french fries.

so when the next weekend rolls around, seungyoun comes to the decision: he’s going to tell his boss he’s quitting by the end of this weekend because he needs to focus on this goddamn stats class.

he walks into the convenience store, on time for his friday night shift and goes through his usual routine: clocks in, puts on his uniform and starts to put things back that students will pick up and misplace in the wrong aisles. 

he goes back to the register and changes the music playing through the intercoms, which occasionally he’ll do some nights; usually, the workers who have their shift before his play some good music but on the nights he arrives and the music is ass, he has the urge to change it right away. 

surprisingly, the store isn’t as busy as seungwoo and wooseok exaggerated for it to be. after whistling along to the music, and organizing some things here and there, seungyoun begins to grow increasingly bored. so far only three people came to purchase things: a young student bought some hot cheetos and a red bull, an older lady purchased some water bottles and a guy around his age bought a deodorant stick and iced coffee. 

he gets so bored that as he spins in his chair at the register, he pulls out his phone and opens the front camera. tilting his head, pouting his lip slightly, he presses the button and the camera clicks upon his action.

straightening his head, he smiles closed-mouthed and clicks another picture, then a few more in other weird ass poses (he’s alone who cares)

as he brings the phone down he hears someone clearing their throat and instantly freezes

a girl stood in front of him, items strategically balanced in her hands, along with her wallet clutched tightly between her thumb and index finger. seungyoun can feel the back of his neck heat up and he sheepishly mutters, “uh,, are you ready to check out?”

the poor boy can’t look the girl in the eye, and misses her teasing smile as she fondly gazes upon the boy. “yep,” and she places her things on the counter for him to scan. 

her gaze wanders off and he takes the time to quickly look up at the girl, and immediately feels his heart skip a beat. she’s beautiful, he thinks, and as soon as she senses the boy’s stare she turns her head back around and catches his gaze. how cute, she thinks and now seungyoun feels like an idiot

“your total is 17.07. cash or card?” he hesitantly looks back up, and relaxes a bit after seeing the girl smile. “card, and chill out,” her eyes go to his name tag-“seungyoun. it’s fine, everyone gets bored at work and does random shit. if you weren’t so cute, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out, but you get a pass.”

hearing the compliment allows seungyoun to regain some of his momentarily lost confidence and he smiles. “well, I’m glad you think that, miss...” “y/n.” 

seungyoun had packed her bags and had returned her card back to her, with the receipt neatly folded on top of it, yet the conversation that started from moments before had yet to see an end, until a gruff voice of an old man was heard from behind y/n, snapping her out of the trance that was seungyoun’s chocolate eyes.

“excuse me young lady but if you’re done chit-chatting with your boyfriend, I need to buy something, so hurry up!” flustered, she scooted over to the side and seungyoun quickly checked the man’s things out before handing him the bag, and the old man yanked it out of his hands and muttered stuff as he pushed the door and left.

rose-colored cheeks caught seungyoun’s attention as he noticed y/n’s wavering eyes. “listen y/n, my shift ends at 6. do you maybe want to grab a coffee tomorrow morning?” “you mean later today?” she shows him the time on her phone, the three digits indicating the early hours of the morning. 

“sure, seungyoun, here,” she looked around before her eyes fell on her receipt and she picked up a pen sitting in the front pocket of his shirt and quickly scribbled down her number on it, before handing it back to him. 

she returned the pen and grabbed her things and she leaned her back against the door to push it outward, and the last thing seungyoun remembered her saying that night was a, “see you soon, seungyoun,” 

and that dulcet encounter ended when seungyoun felt a fluttery sensation in his stomach and he smiled wide, having trouble containing his excitement for the engagement that was to come in a few short hours.

coterie: the pen (2/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: cho seungyoun and y/n

a/n: mild cursing, so proceed with caution. stay safe and healthy, everyone~

the next morning comes bright and early, and you must admit, you had trouble waking up due to the fact that you almost finished one of the books you picked up the day before. you started reading it and somehow it was 3 in the morning, and you had to force yourself to close the book. miraculously you managed to make it out of bed on time, and you sauntered over to the library, your laptop tucked safely into one arm as you swung open the door. you made your way to your desk, and set down your things. I could go for some coffee right about now, you thought and rang soonja for your coffee. “mr. cho asked for your coffee a few minutes ago, he wanted both to be dropped off at the library. would you still like for me to send one in for you?” you raised your eyebrows and truth be told, felt your heart beat a little faster. “oh? then in that case, please just bring both of them up, don’t worry about the second one. thank you.” it seemed minutes later, seungyoun walked in, followed by soonja with your coffees, the smell now permeating throughout the room. “good morning, y/n! I hope you don’t mind, but I asked soonja to bring in both of our coffees together,” seungyoun sheepishly grinned, to which you shook your head, smiling. “it’s no big deal, sir. thank you, soonja, for the coffee!” she set down the respective beverages before giving you a small bow and retreating from the library. “you don’t have to be so formal with me, y/n. you can call me seungyoun,” he said, before taking a swig from his mug. “okay, si-seungyoun. thank you for the coffee, I really needed it.” and he chuckled a little as you proceeded to start your work-filled day with a cup of coffee, face turning a light shade of pink.

generally, your day-to-day routine remained the same. you would go to work, where seungyoun had your and his coffee, and you would begin looking through cases and making case briefs which you would later file so that they’d be easy for him to find, in case he needed to reference them. sometimes, seungyoun would have you stop what you’re doing and review something for him while he’d step out momentarily. you’d work through the day, then get back to your room in the evening, before repeating the cycle the next day. every once in a while as the both of you work away, seungyoun will start conversation, and it’s just about random topics. one minute, you guys will talk about what flavors of ice cream are superior, to why you think you’re a slytherin and he’s a ravenclaw. one day while you were having one of said conversations, and the topic of music comes up. “I listen to a range of music,” you tell him as you staple papers. “I guess it really just depends on my mood... I could be listening to classical music one minute, then rock music that goes hard the next, so it’s unconventional, but I enjoy it.” seungyoun nods, and proceeds to ask you who your favorite artist is. “actually, this one guy appeared on my grid a few weeks ago, and I’ve started to listen to his music a little more. his name is woodz, and wow, I’ve never heard a voice like his before in my entire life. and his lyrics are so heartfelt, you can tell he’s genuinely modeled his lyrics from his own experiences and stories. strange thing is now one has ever seen him or anything like that, and as far as I know people are dying to get a glimpse of him .” you look up from your busy hands, to find seungyoun studying the open air, eyes narrowed in focus. as you fell quiet, seungyoun was snapped out of his trance, blinking rapidly, before turning towards you. “I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a second.” and part of you wanted to ignore it, but your curiosity got the best of you. “is something the matter, seungyoun?” you noticed the hesitation looming in his eyes, as if he was contemplating something and finally, with a sigh he looked towards you, “actually, there’s something I wanna show you.” he stood up from his seat, and motioned for you to follow him. he leads you out of the library, and you follow him, going down a set of stairs, before eventually making your way to an eerily dark corner of the mansion. he reaches a room, placing his hand on the doorknob, and turns to look at you, who still has no clue about what’s going on. “what I am about to show you is private, and only the other members of the gang know about this.” you nod, his serious gaze making shivers run down your spine. he opens the door.

inside the room looks like a recording studio. and you’ve only ever seen them in movies and tv shows, never in real life, but it’s how you would think it looks. a dim room separated by a door and a glass window, displaying a stool and a microphone, lit only by the singular bulb sitting right above the apparatus. on your side is the computer, keyboard and a bunch of other sound machines more recognizable to anyone more familiar with these instruments than you. “it’s a recording studio,” seungyoun tells you. “whenever I have time, or when I’m feeling inspired is when I come down here. I write lyrics, or I make a beat. sometimes, I’ll even get to record it.” he looks over to you, who is still admiring the room, taking in all the details, your mouth slightly ajar. he chuckles softly, which catches your attention. your eyes move to his smiling figure and you feel embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little taken aback. It’s my first time seeing anything like this in person.” seungyoun’s got a look in his eye you can’t quite understand, but that thought fades away fast, as he moves forward to sit on the chair, pulling you along with him. seungyoun’s hand is slightly calloused, albeit warm and his hold feels secure. that notion leaves you as quick as it came, leaving the back of your neck feeling warm. he sits, before pulling a stool over, for you. “of course, the others know about the studio, but I’ve never let any of them listen to anything before,” he tells you. “why not?” you ask and his gaze suddenly falls to the floor in utter bashfulness. “well, I have uploaded a lot of my music, and it has gotten attention, but I don’t know, I guess I’m just shy...” he lets out a small sigh and smiles at you, sadness looming in his grin. your heart ached at his immediate change in demeanor. “sorry, I didn’t mean to throw that weight onto you,” but you interrupt, shaking your head. “don’t be. sometimes you need to let things out, so don’t apologize. and I appreciate that you want to share your music with me, but if you still feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to-” and he cut you off, “but I want to. I don’t know why, y/n, but I feel like I can trust you with this. I’m not doing this out of obligation, I genuinely want your opinions.” and with that he exhaled and muttered, “here it goes.”

within the first millisecond of the song, a pang of familiarity hit you. one second, two seconds, three. you’re amazed because you’ve heard this song before. realization dawns over you, and you turn to look at seungyoun, who’s got a small smile on his face. “you.. you’re... woodz?” there was definitely a lot going through your head, but the first thing that managed to escape your mouth as he slowly nodded was, “holy shit, you rock, dude.” seungyoun, shocked by your reaction, laughed loudly, covering his mouth as the corners of his eyes crinkled up, shaping them into crescents. you, who were still starstruck, leaned back, your hands in your hair, until you forgot that you were sitting on a stool, which didn’t have anything to support you. “whoa,” slipped from your mouth, and before you hit the ground, that same warm hand protected you from the hit, strongly gripping your waist, before gracefully seating you back up. “you okay?” seungyoun’s voice rang, but all you could hear was how loud your heart was beating. “you have caused quite the commotion in the music industry, and I’ve read the comments everywhere. they all love your music, and you’ve got tons of supporters, including me. I instantly felt like I could relate to your lyrics, and you’ve made some sick beats, and just everything, wow.” you started to ramble, and seungyoun felt embarrassed but strangely, hearing your feedback was all that mattered in that moment. and you guys sat in there for god knows how long, just talking about his music, to his musical journey. you learned that since college, seungyoun’s had a knack for mixing tracks and creating music, to the point where professionals had reached out to him, to ask if he wanted to make a career out of it. but, he ended up choosing law over music which is a decision he’s glad he made, but sometimes, when a piece of him regrets turning down those offers, he comes down here, and creates masterpieces (which is what you would call them) instead. from that day forward, the friendship between the both of you grew a lot stronger. you and seungyoun were almost constantly hanging out, even out of the library. you guys ate together, worked together, and he’d often take you to the recording room, where he’d have you listen to demos and ask for your advice about what needed some tweaking and what you liked. slowly, you started breaking out of your shell more with him, and although he wasn’t aware of it, seungyoun was too and he was glad to have you in his life.

you continued to your daily routine, as always, and one day, you walked into the library and were surprised to see seungyoun sitting at his desk with someone sitting across from him; an older man, with a head of gray and blonde hair, and they were speaking in a language you couldn’t quite understand. you greeted the two men and as soon as he noticed you, a grin formed on his face, contorting in a way that made you tense up. you turned around to sit on your desk, not failing to notice the gaze of the man, which seemed to ravish at the sight of you. you felt extremely uncomfortable, tucking your legs under your desk; you thought you dressed appropriately for this job, nothing too short or too tight, but the way the man’s eyes traced down your body and the way his tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip caused you to nearly fall grabbing a nearby sweater to wrap around you. seungyoun noticed your actions almost immediately. why were you wearing a sweater in the middle of summer? he followed your fearful eyes to the man in front of him and his jaw clenched at the sight. he cleared his throat, which caught both yours and the man’s attention. “I’ll have you know, mr. santos, that if you are here to work with me, then you will keep your fucking perverted gaze off of my assistant. she should feel safe in her workplace and if you can’t let that happen, then I’m not afraid to take the matter into my own hands. got it?” seungyoun’s voice dropped a few octaves as he spoke, the man grunting and muttering under his breath. seungyoun looked at you, and said, “sorry for not telling you about this, y/n, he was supposed to come in next week. you can leave if you’re not feeling comfortable, and I’ll call you back once he’s gone.” your shaky gaze went to seungyoun and you nodded, letting a breathy, “thank you” escape your mouth before you briskly exited the room, and headed back. your heart was thumping, and the image of seungyoun speaking to the man in such a harsh manner wasn’t leaving your head. the scene was replaying over and over and before you knew it, you were startled as your phone rang. “the guy left, I made sure of it. you can come back now, if you’d like.” and so you did. the atmosphere in the library was an odd one; you and seungyoun both typed away, tension heavy in the air. “sorry about that,” seungyoun broke the silence. “mr. santos wanted us to hold some money for him here, and I wanted to deal with any legal matters, should he rat us out. he said he was coming in next week, but he happened to be in the city yesterday, and decided to extend his visit. he’s a jackass on his own, but he shouldn’t have made you feel that way. I’m sorry again.” you bit your lip, exhaling before turning to look at seungyoun, and you said, “thank you. I don’t know what you told him, but I had a feeling it was reprimanding him for how he made me feel, so I just wanna thank you for that.” seungyoun looked up at you, and studied your features for what felt like an eternity. finally, as if he came to some conclusion, before getting up from his desk. he approached you and offered you a hand, which you timidly took. he gently pulled you out of your seat and held a strong grip on your hand, leading the way. “where are we going?” you passed your room, and his, and were far from the recording studio. seungyoun reached a door, and when he went past it and turned the lights on, you realized you were in a garage. cars were lined up neatly in two uniform lines. keys hang on a holder by the door, and seungyoun picks one and unlocks a car: it’s a black Maserati, and turns to you and says, “please get into the car. I’ll explain everything to you.” and so you do. you don’t question it because in the weeks you’ve grown to know seungyoun, you’ve also grown to trust him. 

you sit in the passenger seat, watching as seungyoun drives you from the house down a road, for a while. you don’t ask him where you are going, rather you take in the grey, bright sky. “looks like it’s gonna rain,” you hear seungyoun say. you turn to him briefly, your eyes skimming over his features and you reply, “they say that rain is a sign of good luck.” and before he can further the conversation, one drop of water hits the windshield. before another. following another. and then it starts raining, but it’s not the thunderstorm kind of rain, rather it’s the kind that makes you want to turn off the lights, and get into your most comfortable clothes, and take a nap. the urge to fall asleep takes over you faster than you thought, and it seems as though it’s only been a few minutes, but you feel a gentle shake and you hear your name being called. you groggily open your eyes and rub them, adjusting yourself in the seat. “we’re here.” the rain has stopped, although the sky looks about the same as before. you turn your attention to seungyoun, who opens his door. just as your hand reaches out to copy his action, he says, “let me,” then steps out of the car, and walks around to open the door for you. you swing your legs out of the car, and he offers a hand that you take. you walk when seungyoun walks and stop when seungyoun stops. you find that you are standing on a deck, that overlooks a body of water. it’s the kind of deck that the older people will walk on in the early hours of the day, or where grieving people may come, with bags of a couple green bottles. “I come here to clear my head sometimes. I’ve actually been coming here for a few years now; whenever there’s something bothering me, or if there’s any ounce of regret in me, or even just when I need to be alone, I come here,” seungyoun’s voice interrupts your thoughts. he turns just enough to point out the warm grey, wooden bench. “I sit here, and close my eyes, taking it the sounds of the water and feel the breeze against my skin.” and with that, he rotates completely to sit on said bench. he pats a spot next to him for you. you situated yourself next to him, and looked at him, only to find his gaze on you.

“so, what’s on your mind?” you ask, perching your elbow against the bench and leaning your head against your palm. seungyoun hunched his shoulders a little, his head falling in thought before he took a deep breath. “first, promise that you won’t react till the end.” this is the first time you’ve heard seungyoun speak with any nervousness. you nodded, “okay, you’re making me nervous. is everything okay?” a seriousness grows in seungyoun’s gaze, and he breathes out, “I didn’t like the way santos made you feel today. I saw it all. after you left, I taught him a lesson. what I did to him doesn’t matter, but I told him we wouldn’t hold his money and he would need to find someone else. and there’s no way he’ll try to sabotage the gang, because he’s in a very tight place right now. the point is I won’t do business with anyone that I don’t respect, and he lost all my respect the minute he looked at you like a piece of fucking meat.” you tentatively placed your hand on his knee. “I told you earlier, it’s okay,” but seungyoun huffed angrily. “it’s not okay! I would’ve killed him, really. I know you’re strong because you handled the situation well, but me? when it comes to you, y/n, you’re...” and he looked into your eyes, searching for something. “I’m what, seungyoun?” you softly said, moving closer to his face subconsciously. his eyes flickered between holding your gaze and running over your mouth, before he said, “you’re my weakness.” and that’s all it took for him to close the distance between the two of you, pulling you close as he kissed you. you let out a quiet gasp, before your hands went to cup his face. seungyoun pulled you closer by the waist, the bench only making the both of you contort in a weird way, and yeah it was uncomfortable but you both wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else. when the burn started to grow in your lungs, only then did you pull away, breathing hard. your eyes found seungyoun’s and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug, which he gladly reciprocated. “I like you, y/n,” he says into your hair. “you are one of the few people I can truly be myself around, and we had this connection, you know? I know you felt it too, and I have been proven right,” he chuckled as you nudged his hip. “what I’m trying to say is along the line, you’ve made me a happier person, and all I know is that I want you to be around for a long time.” you pulled back to peck his cheek, “I know, seungyoun, because you’ve made me feel the same way. I found myself slowly being more and more gravitated towards you, and I couldn’t have had it another way.” seungyoun smiled genuinely, and brushed the hair away from your forehead, before smirking, “what do you say I take you out tonight, as an official first date?” you grinned widely, “I’d like that a lot.”

a/n: aaand that’s a wrap on seungyoun’s storyline! I have to say, it took me a while to figure out where to go, so I really hope you all like it! since there are only four more left, I will just go in the order that I had originally. unfortunately, i’ve started losing motivation to continue the series quite rapidly, so I don’t know how often updates will be for coterie. and as always, thank you guys for all the love and support you have given this series, and thanks so much for waiting patiently! stay safe!