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2019.11.04
X1 [비상 : QUANTUM LEAP] 앨범 세 번째 팬사인회 셀카
#한승우 #hanseungwoo #スンウ
#조승연 #choseungyoun #スンヨン
#엑스원 #X1 #원잇 #ONE_IT
happy birthday to the king himself 👑
18 with Seungyoun? (x1)
here you go!! I hope you enjoy it~~ (also slightly steamy in the end)
18. “that’s hot.”
[5:39 p.m.] “and so long story short, eunsang and dongpyo are finally out of the basement they somehow managed to lock themselves in.” seungyoun’s voice rings through your speakerphone. you giggle at the antics of your younger friends. “oh, by the way. seungyoun, are you free tomorrow night? wheein told me about a couple’s salsa class, at the dance studio near your dorm. she’s going with her boyfriend. and she invited us. what do you say?” seungyoun hums in thought before giddily replying, “sounds fun! I’ll pick you up?” “yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow then. love you!” “love you too, babe! bye!” and seungyoun ends the call. you don’t know how to explain the emotions going through you right now: you’re happy because you get to spend time with your boyfriend, especially since his debut is around the corner. you’re also nervous because you have a secret, which is that you dance (really well), but you don’t dance in front of others. call it an insecurity of yours or maybe it’s just your introverted self, but only about three or four other people have seen you dance before. this is the first time you’ll dance in front of seungyoun or even anyone you’ve ever dated. so for you, this is a huge step to be taking, and all you can hope for is that you don’t embarrass yourself or seungyoun tomorrow.
24 hours later, here you are, walking to the dance studio with seungyoun, hands interlocked. “I’ve never seen you dance before, this is going to be fun.” you nervously avert your gaze from seungyoun’s face and onto the concrete, shifting between your shoes and his. “what’s wrong?” seungyoun asks, with concern laced in his voice. “do you not want to do this?” you look into his eyes for a split second and sigh. “it’s not that I don’t want to do this, it’s just that, I’m shy to dance in front of you,” you mumbled the last part, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but he did because he started laughing loudly. “babe! you’re too cute, do you know that? hey, don’t be nervous, I’m looking forward to seeing how well you move to the beat of the music,” he boops your nose, and before you know it you are standing in front of the dance studio. before going in, seungyoun takes both your hands and looks you in the eye. “listen, y/n, if you’re uncomfortable, in any way, then we don’t have to go. we can just ditch this and go bowling or something.” you shook your head, and replied confidently, “I’m sure I want to do this, I have to overcome this ‘fear’ of dancing in front of other people. I’m fine, thank you for your concern though, babe. let’s go, we’ll be late.” you drag him in behind you, entering the dance studio. you scope the area for wheein and her boyfriend. it’s not hard because she spots you first, and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over. you and seungyoun make your way towards them.
you exchange small talk with them until you hear a loud, “good evening!” radiating across the room. the salsa instructor smiles wide through her painted red lips. she’s wearing a black dress with red, high heeled shoes. her partner joins her a few moments later; his hair is slicked back and he’s adorned in a black and red frilly shirt and black slacks. “welcome my beautiful little lovebirds! I’m carmela, and joined with me today is my husband, fernando. are we ready to salsa tonight?” scattered cheers and claps are heard, which causes carmela to shake her head. “I need more energy than that. again, are we ready to dance?” this time, everyone collectively raises their voices of approval, including you four. “then let’s begin!” fernando exclaims and then they started teaching you all basics. you slowly began feeling yourself, getting the hang of every sway and roll you needed to do, as well as the intense footwork. no less than an hour later, you and seungyoun, along with the other couples, begin following fernando and carmela. there comes a part where seungyoun places his hands on your hips and you’re supposed to sway them. well, when you do, seungyoun slightly yanks you towards him, pressing his body against yours, and he lowly whispers in your ear, “that’s hot.” you’re thankful that your cheeks are red because you’re dancing and are exhausted, because it concealed any sort of blushing caused by seungyoun’s comment. you keep following the dance instructor, taking into note the tightening of seungyoun’s grip on your hips and the increasing intensity of his dancing. “alright excellent job, everyone. let’s take a water break!” fernando calls out and everyone retreats to their respective corners of the room. seungyoun drags you to an isolated corner and traps you against the wall, with both hands on either side of your head. “why don’t we ditch the class?” he heavily breathes out. “why? we’re having fun, right?” you innocently question, to which he chuckles before leaning in and saying against your lips, “I like the way your body moves, and I wanna see more of it... in private.” needless to say, you decided to leave the class early and when you tell wheein on your way out, she sends you a text saying “girl go get some” (spoiler alert: you did ;) )
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 (1/2)
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: a hint of cursing, so proceed with caution. i’ve been drafting this for a long time now, and that’s because I really love seungyoun and I was so stoked to write this. also ahhhh this update was quite delayed, but there’s a lot going on right now, as you all are aware of, but hopefully I can find time to update more consistently. stay safe!
there was one familiar object you saw, so you instinctively picked it up. you twirled the blue gel pen between your fingers, scanning the crowd of men to find the one that identified his object. your eyes landed on a pair of prominent, onyx colored eyes. “that’s mine”, the owner of the pen said, who was already boring his gaze into your own. it felt cold, with a sense of judgement lingering in them. it felt like he was trying to analyze what was going on inside your head and you didn’t like it. not one bit. “seungyoun, she’s your responsibility now, everyone else, follow me.” seungwoo says, and motions to the other boys with his hand. seungyoun, who’s standing sorta slouched, his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, and the only instances of brightness you see are the yellow and orange painted on the center of his button down and the shimmering reflection of his long earring against the floor of the ground. “alright, well, follow me. could you bring a notepad and pen with you, or, just the notepad since you’ve got the pen in your hand.” he walks briskly across the room, and you have to scan the room, to see if you can find said notepad. luckily, you see one sitting on a table not too far from where you stand, so you quickly snatch it, and scurry behind seungyoun. he starts talking almost immediately after you catch up, as if he was waiting for you before he introduced himself. “I’m seungyoun. I’m the official legal consultant for the gang. anyone who needs to get anything done from us, they come to me to discuss the legal details.” you scoffed as he said that, which caused him to pause. “so does that include the time you guys shoved me into a van and dragged me here? pretty sure that’s not legal.” you roughly retorted, and seungyoun turned around, a small smirk dancing around on his lips. “fair, but let me rephrase, I only deal with people who needs to get anything done from us, not anything we do to other people. and even that just includes the big people, that have some sort of reputation. just so that they can avoid the public eye. I’ll explain it all, just follow me.” and he walks past the hallway that goes to your room, and heads in front of a room that has two doors. “this is where I work. y/n, here’s the library of the house.”
and he opens the door to reveal a personal library like you’ve never seen before. you stood in awe. you felt like a kid in a candy store, and honestly you probably should’ve expected a house this huge to have a library like this. “this is where I spend most of my time. I have a nice little desk area set up near the end of the room, would you like to see it?” he turns to look at you, still trying to grasp the essence of the gorgeous library. “are you kidding? show me every nook and cranny of this place.” and you walk through the large spaces between the towers of bookcases, and seungyoun casually points out, “you seem to be quite interested in all this. I take that you’re an avid reader?” without hesitation, you answer back, “oh, yes, I love to read. it’s one of the reasons I chose my major in college. political science.” seungyoun nods his head, seeming interested in your conversation. “I was a literature major in college, then I went to law school. after I graduated, I realized it wasn’t easy finding a job, until seungwoo told me he wanted someone who knew the law like the back of their hand. so I took it.” at the end of his sentence, seungyoun came to a stop, and you almost bumped into him, had you not shifted your gaze towards the back of his head for a split second. he moved to the side, showing you his work area. a dark, wood desk sits, with an antique lamp resting on a corner of it, and loads of paperwork, all stacked neatly on top of each other is in the other corner of the desk. he has a file cabinet behind him and a pair of glasses are resting on top of a notebook, closed and sitting just in front of his black swivel chair. “you picked me, and well, I’m glad you’ve got a background in political science. you’re going to be my personal assistant. because we will be doing a lot of case studying, i’m gonna need you to have the essentials, like a laptop and some paper and pens and shit. you can let me know what you need and i’ll send someone right away.” you had your laptop, but all your supplies were still at your dorm. you suppose jinhyuk didn’t think you’d need them, but then again, you didn’t either until a few moments ago. “I’ve got a laptop, I will need some stationary and perhaps a place to sit.” seungyoun nods and goes around to sit on his desk. “I’ll work on getting that stuff in right away. until then, you are free to go.”
and with that, you move from in front of his desk and wander about the library. you look for books that interest you, books that you’ve been dying to read and are filled with joy when you also discover some gems that you had no idea existed. somehow, you also lost track of time because soon, seungyoun is heading back towards the door and almost has a heart attack when he sees you round the corner, with a stack of books in your hands. “y/n, I thought you were gone already. I’m calling it a night. how long have you been here for?” you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of how to answer the question. “uh, I guess ever since you said I was free to go.” seungyoun, in turn, raises his eyebrows, checking his watch. “so, for four hours? it’s almost 11:00.” it didn’t feel like it, you thought, but when you double checked on your phone, he stood correct. you bashfully moved your gaze away from seungyoun’s, saying, “I guess I lost track of time. sorry about that.” seungyoun shook his head, “don’t apologize. you find anything interesting?” he motioned towards the tower of books you carried. “hm, I found some stuff, but I’m not really sure. I would have to read up for me to give you my opinion.” seungyoun smiled, and nodded, opening the door for you to exit the library. “well, do let me know. seungwoo said that he’ll have your desk and everything ready by tomorrow morning, so rest up, and I will see you then.” you blink back, and you tell him you’ll see him later, and you scurry off to your room, excited to start reading and you left behind an amused seungyoun, a small smile growing on his face as he watches your silhouette become smaller, and smaller.
a/n: did you expect the pen to be associated with seungyoun? if not, who’d you think it was? let me know in the comments and as always, thank you guys for supporting the series! love you guys loads!!
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!
X1′s Seungyoun as your Boyfriend (AU?!)
You two got together in high school
You already knew each other in middle school but he was just a small boy not caring for girls but rather caring about being the clown of his class
It took you two way to long to get together since you never knew what you were for him and he never dared to tell you because he was dumb lol
Anyways in high school you got close friends and when the last year came everyone was like “Why don’t you two date or something?”....
Offf all you could do was shrugging and giving them a kinda desperate look
People felt sorry for you. They really did
It made click when a really handsome guy asked you out for prom and you were really happy about that
Seungyoun was super jealous
And you didn’t go to prom with him. He still didn’t ask
He didn’t even get a date for prom himself and just munched on the food while watching you dance with that boy that wasn’t him
He randomly came to you at last school day and asked you to be his girlfriend
He never hinted anything so you were confused as hell and thought he was joking
He showed you that he wasn’t joking and kissed you
Since then he took you on lots of dates, mostly food dates owo
When he got his own appartment he took you there a lot because he loved to cuddle and thats all you would do there.
Watching films and having a Netflix marathons was your thing
When it comes to his first time, you were his first and he was yours
THAT was the moment he knew he was so obsessed with you
Seriously it was like him growing on a whole new level
HE BECAME A F*CKING MAN Y’AAAAALL
Didn’t know how to deal with these new feelings so he overplayed them by joking around “with” you so much (Rather making jokes about you)
People thought you were siblings instead of being a couple
It often made you sad
Is the type of boyfriend that actually gives you lots of reasons to be sad or jealous
Like- He doess’t mean to but he still does and thats the point when the arguments start. A lot. You had to confront him
You were asking him if you could come over and he of course told you yes
When you arrived you told him you wanna talk and he was concerned
You asked him to sit down on his couch and talked calmly about what you want to complain about
All in all you felt like not being his girlfriend anymore and that you often got jealous because of him spending a lot more time with M.O.L.A and being super close to Jimin
It hurt you when he treated her different and more like he’d love her instead of you
He was speechless
You asked him to think about it
At the end you two decited to go on a break and to be honest it took you a while to get together again and it for sure wasn’t the only break
But he is a loyal soul
He waited for you and learned about you and your feelings, treating you the way you deserved since he really didn’t give you much attention before
That being said he gave you many flowers (Seriously I see him as the ‘Boyfriend bringing flowers’ Type)
He often made small actions that reminded you of how much he loves you like randomly pulling his hoodie over your head or putting his cap on it even tho his hair looked super weird
It was all about maturing for him and that showed so much
He showed you off a lot but when he did he also got jealous so it often got him to malfunctioning- Help him
When it comes to Sex; It took a freaking long time to get comfortable with each other but now that you two were close it was one of the things he admired the most so he wouldn’t wanna do it too often
He has his phases tho when he needs you more than twice a week but he keeps it low
Sex with him is so sensual you probably end up crying because of happiness (and because he makes you extremly sensitive)
He moans a lot and he laaast a long time
If the fairy lights ain’t on then he wont do it. He thinks its more romantic Oh what a boy my heart
All in all after getting together and after the beginning of your relationship being being a rough time you just feel like he is your soulmate and I mean it. Like he is super serious with his feelings and the fights with hime are rare
Calls you ‘Jagi’ 24/7 without wanting anything
“Jagiiii~” “Yes?” “...” “Seungyoun?” “...” “Seungyoun what is it?” “Nothing” “Then why did you call out for me?” “Idk. I just like calling you ‘Jagi’“
He still jokes around with you but not so that he hurts you but that he rather jokes >with< you
Makes weird faces to make you laugh because he loves your laugh no matter how it sounds
Tells you how beautiful it is whe you smile and how beautiful you are
OKay Uhm I don’t know what has gotten into me.... This is super long and really seems more like a Seungyoun Oneshot AU. I can try to make another ‘Seungyoun’ as a boyfriend but Idol edition? Will go into the same direction then but I am sure I will have ideas for that one too. I will let it be for now but y’all can always request when requests are open lol.
Niwi ~