You Matter

seventeen color associations | coups x blue

“you look well,”

you run into him in your old coffee shop, of all places. the one that sells his favorite blend and the cute sandwiches you like. a compromise, like most things were with him. your heart speeds up a little.

“thanks.” tight lipped, closed off. a reminder that you aren’t friends anymore. not after your breakup made your friend group spilt and take sides and made you cry more tears than you did after scraping your knees in middle school.

sadness flashes across his expression so fast you think you might have dreamed it. he looks different, older, but somehow still the same boy who held your hand after you kissed under the stars. you were fourteen, young and unaware of what the future held.

you break eye contact first and swallow.

“did you want to order…”

“oh, one second.”

Mafia! Seungcheol

Going on walk after a meeting was the best decision Seungcheol made.

Being the leader and having so much responsibility, makes Seungcheol a very grumpy man. He’s almost never smiles outside of drinking with his members. They often joke no one will ever marry him if no one ever sees him smiling. He often rolls his eyes at that. Of course he messes around with many different women but never really settles. Not that he minds settlement, he longs for it. But he’s nervous to tell a potential love of his life that he runs a very dangerous gang.

He tries to push that behind him, acting like it doesn’t matter. But it bothers him a lot. A lot of women want him but he doesn’t want them in the same way. He wants to be loved and not loved for his money or his fame for being one of the ceos of Highlight.

. . .

It was Friday night and the boys were done with a business meeting. They went their separate ways and Seungcheol was left alone. He was walking aimlessly. Nothing on his mind and was enjoying the street light illuminating the quiet roads. Maybe this is what he wants? A peaceful life and the breeze going through his hair.

“Ummph”

He looked down at what bumped into his chest. Sweet innocent eyes stared back at his tainted ones.

He smirked.

No.

This is what he wanted in life.

“Uh. . I’m s-so s-sorry! I wasn’t looking.” She fumbled out.

“Are you sure it wasn’t because my handsome face distracted you?” He said a little too cockily.

She was a taken aback.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, dollface. My handsome face was too distracting, mhm?”

It’s almost as if she was in a trance. “Uh what?!no! I got to go!” She quickly made her way passed him. He chuckled.

“I’ll see you around, cutie!” He shouted as she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He turned back around to continue his walk, but stepped on something. He bent down and picked it up. It was an ID.

L/n Y/n, mmh

He smirked. This was going to be interesting.

. . .

A few nights have passed since that encounter with the handsome man. His face seemed oddly familiar. Y/n couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe they have classes together? She tried not to dwell to hard on why his handsome face was filling her head.

It was close to nine and she was headed towards the library. She needed a book for her class that she forgot to get before leaving campus. She silently cursed herself. The sun was setting. Only a sliver of the sun remained. She needed to be quick.

Soon the glass doors came into view and she walked in quietly. The Liberian smiled at her and said a soft, “Welcome”

Y/n returned her smile and went to towards the various books. She made her way towards the historical books. The book stood there in all its glory. After pick it up, along side other books, she reached into her pocket for her student id.

It’s not there.

It’s cool. Maybe in her bag?

Not there either.

She started to freak out. The library was going to close soon and she wouldn’t have enough time to go back to her apartment and get the id.

She was hysterical. The outline was due tonight and she wouldn’t be able to do it until tomorrow.

“Looking for this?”

She heard behind her. She whipped her head back. It was the handsome man from the other night. Her eyes widened. “Y-yes. Please! I need to check the books out. The library will close soon.” She softly said. He smirked.

“Hmm” he tapped his chin. “Should I?”

Her eyes widened again. Was he really playing after she said that the library was closing soon. Before she could say anything else, he said “Give me your number.”

Huh?

“Y-you want my number?” She said uncertainly.

“Yes, I need your number.” He leaned down to her height.

“Time is ticking.”

She quickly took out her cute memo pad and wrote her number down in record time. He took her number so graciously and handed her the id.

She bolted towards the front desk and he let a low chuckle.

. . .

She walked out of the library with a satisfied smile. She got her books and now she can finish assignment. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bumps into something.

Sigh

She was here before.

Y/n looked up from his chest and stared at his face.

That smirk was there again.

“My, you must really like me, huh” He said as he brushed away the baby hair from her face.

“Huh?! When did you get down?! I didn’t even see you?!” She exclaimed as she jumped back. He smiled at her questions.

“As much as I would love to answer that, you need to finish that paper, don’t you?”

“O-oh yeah. . I do”

“Well then, until next time Ms. Y/n.” He said as waved goodbye.

She gently waved goodbye.

As she walked back to her apartment, she comes to a sudden realization.

“Ahhh. . I should’ve asked for his name. Then I could’ve see why his face is so familiar.” She thought out loud.

. . .

It was Friday and Seungcheol was walking through the quiet streets of Seoul. Not a single person in sight. The nice cool breeze wafts through his hair. He lives for this.

He spots a convenience store and decides to get a few snacks and sit by the Han river. He walks in and looks around, trying to decide what to get.

“You. . .” The voice said softly.

He looked up and met Y/n’s eyes. He let out a genuine smile. “I might have to really make you mine if we keep meeting like this.”

“I-I’m here to get snacks not to see you.” She stuttered out.

“Hmmm, is that so?” He gently smirked.

She let out a soft pout and turned around. He laughs softly and pulled her back gently by her wrist. “Come sit with me by the river.” He said as he took her small basket of good. “I’ll even pay for you.”

“N-no it’s fine, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, if I like something I don’t mind spending anything on it.”

She blushed as she let go of the basket.

. . .

They sat at the bench, quietly eating away.

He kept stealing glances from her and was in awe with how beautiful she was.

“Um. . What’s your name?” She asked softly.

“Choi Seungcheol.”

“Oh . . That sounds famil- Wait? THE Choi Seungcheol?! Like one of the CEO’s of Highlight Choi Seungcheol?!”

He laughs full heartedly.

“Yes, the Choi Seungcheol of Highlight.”

Y/n was at a lost for words. One of the most sought after men was right next to her, eating ramen.

She must’ve been too lost as Seungcheol waved his hands in front of her.

“You okay?” He let out a little laugh. He was beyond nervous for her reaction.

“I’m fine.” She said.

“Your ramen is getting cold.” He pointed with his chopsticks.

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of eating ramen?”

“Today’s Friday. I don’t like working after 8. I like going out on walks after drinking”

“Oh. . Sounds reasonable”

“Shouldn’t you being working instead of eating ramen so late?”

Y/n sheepishly laughed.

“I’m procrastinating.”

“Procrastinating won’t helping you life, you know.”

“I don’t what to write. It has to be an influential figure in our day and age.”

“Well . . Write about me.”

“Huh”

“Write about your handsome boyfriend that contributes to the economy annually.”

“You’re not my boyfriend”

“I can be if you want.

“What are you talking about? I barely know you. You c-can’t be my boyfriend.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

She looked at him wide eyed.

“I’ll treat like the royalty you are. I’ll hold you close. I’ll love you forever.”

She couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“Y/n trust me. I won’t make you regret.”

“B-but what will peopl-“

“I don’t care about what people think. I care about what you think. Will you?”

She thought about it. He is charming and the public always praises his selflessness.

“I- okay. I’ll go on a date with you.”

He smiled.

“Now your essay will be accurate.”

He smiled as she let out soft giggles.

. . .

Thank god for Chan’s ability to hack into her personal profile with her number. He was able to see everything about her. Maybe that’s a little creepy to know every thing about her. But he couldn’t help it after she bumped into him that fated night. It’s like the universe wanted him to protect her himself. He’s going to make sure that she shielded away from the life he lives.

That’s all he needs. He’ll make sure that the sweet innocence never fades. He smirked.

I hope you still remember that and it makes you feel the same

And I wonder if you’ve ever had a better first date.

Do you still make the recipes we invented or listen to that playlist or drink that apple wine

Did you keep that tie dye shirt because I still have mine.

Did you tell people our secrets,

Who else has seen the inside pocket of your jacket, those tickets in your car

I know it’s been so long since then and the thought of me might make you mad

But you have to admit that as far as stupid careless love goes,

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