CIGARETTE SMOKE -Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist chapter 5

6. Louis does know

social media + written

The lights started dimming for the first time in over two hours. The arena was erupting with screams and applause as the members stepped forward for their encore, waving at fans on every corner of the venue, some shouting so loud it got picked from the microphones.

“you know” Jihyeon leaned closer to your ear “I kind of get the hype now”

You laugh, still clapping “Yeah, Louis sometimes does know stuffs”

The final song began, phone flashlight started lit up the whole venue like tiny little star, swaying as thousands of voices sand together. You found yourself smiling without noticing; you had expected to enjoy the concert, what you hadn’t expected was for it to be so fun.

When the song came to an end, the last note faded while the confetti exploded over the stage and the boys took one last bow before disappearing backstage one by one.

The lights slowly came back on and people started gathering their belongings and moving toward the exit.

“man this was so fun, we should do it more often” 

Just as you were about to get up a man in his fourties approached you, walkie talkie in one hand, written paper on the other.

“excuse me”

You looked up at him, he had staff written on his shirt.

“Are you miss Y/N S/N?”

For a split second you wondered if you had heard him correctly

“…Yes?”

He glanced down at whatever he had written down and nodded once.

“if you don’t mind waiting until the venue clears, could you and your friend meet me at Gate c? it’s just outside section 112”

You frowned, confused as to what was happening

“sorry?”

“gate c” he pointed toward one of the exits as if it was normal to know it.

“I’ll be waiting there”

Before either of you could ask any question he offered a small bow

“thank you”

You were left speechless as you turned to Jihyeon, hoping she had understood anything

"Don’t even try and ask me, I genuinely have no idea what the fuck just happened”

I shake my head laughing as I check my phone to see if I had received any notice as to what was happening.

“Did Seonghyeon accidentally set something else on fire?”

I stay silent for a second before slowly turning to the girl next to me

“what?”

She shrugs, as if it was the most normal question ever asked

“I’m trying to reason why a staff member would know your name”

I ponder on it for sometime, biting the inside of my cheek

“what if they got the wrong person?”

“he said your name”

“yeah but maybe there are two Y/N’s?...” 

Jihyeon looks at me with frowned brows before chuckling

“he said your surname as well, and you had 2 artist passes under your name so”

I sigh nodding “good point”

By the time the venue had cleared curiosity had won. You walked to gate c, noticing it was one of the furthest from the entrances, noticibily quitter than the rest of the venue.

The same staff member as before was indeed waiting there, he spotted you immediately when you reached him.

“thank you for waiting”

He gave another bow, turning around without giving you time

“please follow me”

You exchanged confused looks with jihyeon before falling into steps behind him, too awkward to even speak between each other.

The route grew quitter with every turn, the music from the arena fading in the background, the fans going back home now completely dispersed outside or already on the metro.

You passed dressing rooms, storage areas, people wearing lanyards that hurriedly walked past you without sparing you a glance.

The girl next to you leaned closer as she said the first words in minutes

“I feel like we’re somewhere we definitely shouldn’t be”

You nod, about to say something but stopping once the man halted his steps In front of of a plain grey door.

He knocked twice, a muffled voice answered from inside

“come in”

The staff member opened the door before stepping aside

“they’re here”

Your eyebrows knit together “they’re…?”

Before either of you could process the question, a familiar voice called from somewhere inside the room.

“Oh, they actually came”

Seonghyeon smiled.

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CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist chapter 4

5. maybe they are swag after all

kinda ass filler chap i’m so sorry 💔💔 weMre getting to the good part dwdw just wait next chap 😋

CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist chapter 3

4. uni life

can you tell i’m bored and full of ideas hahaahaha kinda filler chapter!! we’regetting there yall i swear

CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist chapter 2

3. cold brew and new beginnings

yeehee new chapter in just 3 days who’s this🫣 thank you so much for all the love you guys have shown me it means so much to me❤️❤️❤️

CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist chapter 1

wc: 1025

2. flashback when you met me

writing + social media

“shit” a male voice near you said, startling you from your thoughts and forcing you to look down at where the smoke was coming from.

A tiny red hole was forming on the side of your dress. For a moment you simply stared at it, eyes wide and breath sucked in.

The boy beside immediately stepped forward, panic flashing across his face as he gestured toward the smoking fabric.. You didn’t give him the time to help as you immediately turned it off with a fast movement the moment you snapped out of the shock.

“I’m so sorry” he was repeating it fast but your brain was not comprehending any of it, still staring at the ruined fabric.

The problem was, the dress was not even yours, Jihyeon had forced you into it before coming. You kept looking at it, as if it was the proof that somehow, despite your best efforts, the night had found one more way to go wrong.

The dress wasn’t ruined, at least not completely, the damage was so tiny any rational person would have laughed it off, unfortunately for you any ounce of rationality had left your body after the third gin lemon of the night. You had spent weeks holding yourself together with caffeine and denial, you were now drunk and exhausted and it seemed like a little burn mark was the final thing your brain could handle.

You started laughing, a tiny laugh at first. The boy was still looking at you, concern all over his face.

“oh my god” you covered your face, still laughing lightly as if you had completely gone crazy

“are you okay?” the way he asked it was the most innocent, concerned, sweetest way someone could have asked it, but at that time was definitely the worst he could have said. You looked at him bringing your hands down, then at the dress and once again at him

“do I look okay?”

The way it came out was much sharper than expected, you watched his expression change, turning into an alarmed one, which honestly made you feel a little sad, but not enough to make you stop talking.

“I’m so sorry” he repeated once again

“I know”

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know”

You paused once again because you could feel it all coming up, it was all in your throat pushing to come out, all that pent up feelings were finally asking to be released.

You tried to hold it in as much as you could, you turned your face to the side to not look at him and tried to gulp them down. You took a deep breath, then another one. You were a grown woman, you had gone through much more than a tiny burn on a dress, you could fix this, until you couldn’t anymore.

The first tear escaped before you could stop it.

“Oh come on” you wiped it immediately.

This was embarrassing, incredibiliy embarrassing. Maybe if you ignored it everyone else would too. But another tear escaped, and then another one.

“seriously?”

it’s not like you were talking to anyone, it was more likely directed to the universe, asking answer as to why he had this personal vendetta against you.

Across from you the boy looked increasingly concerned, not sure on how to act.

“you don’t have to cry”

To that you laughed, a genuine big laugh which was definitely not the reaction he was expecting from the way his brows shot up.

“Oh that’s funny”

“what?”

“the fact that you think this is because of the dress” at your words his expression immediately changed, turning into one of realisation of having accidentally stepped into something much bigger 

“Oh” 

You nodded “yeah”

The tears kept coming, which was fantastic, just what you needed, having an emotional breakdown in front of a complete stranger, your childhood dream really.

“I failed an exam today” the confession came out of nowhere, neither of you were expecting it.

“okay…”

“..and my professor hates me”

At that he hesitated a bit.

“I don’t know if-“

“he does”

“okay”

you give him a small smile through the tears.

“thank you”

“for what?”

“for believing me”

You were finitely drunk and will regret this night for the rest of your life, there was not explanation for this conversation; a part of your brain was screaming at you to close your mouth and stop talking while the rest of your brain had apparently resigned from his position.

“so then-” you continued, your mouth opening but your brain isn’t really connecting what it’s saying “-I come here”

He nodded cautiously “you come here”

“I tell myself that I’m going to have fun-”

He lets you speak, understanding that at the moment that is the smartest thing he can do.

“-and then my dress catches on fire”

“it didn’t actually catch on fire”

“it was on fire”

“it was burning”

“That is exactly the same thing”

“it is not”

You stared at him, mouth agape, and he stared back.

To your absolute horror a laugh escaped you, a big one, one that resonates throughout the whole balcony. The absurdity of the conversation finally catched up to you.

The boy looked relieved for a second, like that was the proof you weren’t about to completely lose it, which was a very dangerous assumption because the moment the laugh ended the tears came back.

“god this is so embarrassing”

“no”

“yes”

He shook his head, passing you a napkin to dry your tears, which you accepted without thinking about too much.

“you’re literally watching me cry”

“that doesn’t make it embarrassing”

“I don’t even know you”

“that’s true”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes, a guttural sound leaving your throat as you go back to crying

“okay-“ he said after a moment “-maybe tonight isn’t really your night”

You stared at him, then back at the dress, your phone and once again at him

You just nod, letting the silence embrace you both.

You looked outside, the city lights still glowed underneath the balcony, the music drifted through the doors behind you and for the first time since the start of the night your chest felt a bit lighter.

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CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

masterlist

wc: 1307

1.what if

the way you met Eom Seonghyeon is definitely not the way you’d expect to meet someone who would go on to shape such an important part of your life. Then again, nothing about him was ever what you’d expected. Not the first conversation; not the circumstances; not the fact that a global idol somehow ended up tangled in your life.

But it happened, and with it came a thousand other things.

You’d had that feeling all the afternoon, the one that settles in the pit of your stomach while you’re tying your shoes; the one that follows you while you’re doing your makeup, while you’re sitting in the passenger seat, while you’re standing in front of a building wondering if it’s too late to turn around. The feeling that says if something can go wrong, it probably will. You had decided to ignore it, you were ready to leave everything behind that night, exams, your parents, that stupid political philosophy teacher who seemed to wake up every morning wondering how he could make your life worse. 

You didn’t know which kind of thing you were getting into tonight, your friend Jihyeon just told you her mom had organised this big party with her company, she had seen your long face of the day before and decided you needed some change of air and what better opportunity if not a big party full of rich people and free alcohol? 

She had told you at 4 to dress nicely and that she would have picked you up at 7. She came at 6:30 and changed your whole outfit and redid your hairstyle.

If you’d known how the night was going to end, you probably would’ve stayed home.

You would’ve changed into sweatpants, ignored Jihyeon’s thousands desperate messages, and spent the evening in your bed watching tv and ignoring all of your problems. Doing so would’ve saved you a dress, a disastrous hangover and several years’ worth of emotional damage.

Unfortunately for you, you had not known any of it yet.

You followed the girl inside. It was a fancy apartment, with tall, frescoed ceiling and warm lights plugged in expensive chandeliers. Everyone looked important, they probably were, the kind of important that comes from family names, company titles, people who received invitations to events that normal people didn’t get.

Waiters were walking around the place with champagne glasses, offering you two one, which you both accepted almost immediately.

“To a night of not worrying about exams and any other shit that’s been bothering us” Jihyeon said as she raised it slightly toward you, to which you responded by doing the same.

“To a night of forgetting even where I live” I had joked. Looking back, that had turned out to be less of a joke and more of a prediction.

It had been good for a while, you danced together for a bit when the music got more upbeat, snacked on some expensive caviar and networked yourselves into 4 internships each for the summer that was coming. Between here and there the champagne glasses had become three, and then four, and then there was one tequila shot that was offered by some acquaintance of Jihyeon. You were hopping from a group to another, making light conversation and moving to others every five minutes.

Someone who was Jihyeon’s distant family had asked about university; you had lied brushing it off, you said it was great, a little busy and stressful at time. You never once mentioned the exam, nor the grade. Instead, you kept on drinking, finding your head much lighter every time an ounce of alcohol entered your system.

 By the fifth glass, you had lost sight of Jihyeon and had found yourself talking to someone who, you vaguley remembered, had introduced himself as CEO of some big company in Shanghai. The party had become a blur of people and lights, that strange feeling at the pit of your stomach had disappeared, or maybe you had just drowned it, either way you considered it a win. 

He was blabbing about his work, clearly showing that he cared more about being listened to than listening, and you were actually listening to him, not actively, but you had always been pretty good at acting like what you’re hearing is worth to be attentive. He was a good looking guy, you noticed, but the way he was talking was making your eyelids drop more every second, the only thing keeping you awake the strong smell of the vodka lemon that somehow appeared in your left hand.

At some point he said something about grades, or university, or maybe both, something similar to “it’s really not about the grades, it’s mostly on how you work your way around it, cause you know grades are kind of-“ and he did a small gesture with his hand, something that showed he had never had to worry about academic struggle and had decided that academics are not the whole point.

Something in you went quite at that.

“right” you said, and your voice sounded normal “sure”

You stopped listening to him, the music and voices in the room started becoming louder and the smell of sweat and people were now too much. Your brain which had been too quiet up until that moment started running. You thought about all those nights spent trying to write something at least acceptable and that particular gutted feeling of opening the notification of a new grade uploaded and finding one that does not match the amount of efforts and tears spent over it, and underneath that is that boy from last month who turned out exactly as you thought he’d do, and even deeper is that one phone call with your mom you’ve been avoiding for a week now.

In the end is only the bone deep exhaustion of someone who’s trying too hard to always be the best and is completely burnt out and exhausted.

“excuse me” you said it fast, your head spinning and the air getting thicker around you, you walked away mid-sentence, which is kind of rude, but is not like you particulary cared at the moment.

You walked through the hoard of bodies searching for somewhere to go, everywhere really, just something that wasn’t full of performative rich people.

You found a slightly open door that leads toward a balcony, you opened it without a second thought. You leaned against the railway; the city below you calm, silent, the opposite of behind the window you just went through.

You breathed in. then out.

You were, you realised, quite drunk, way more than you’d tracked. The alcohol had gradually caught up with you making the floor wobble under you heels, the lights of the cars blinding you, worsening the now forming headache.

The door opened behind you but you were way too tired to check who was there, assuming it was Jihyeon picking you up.

You tried to compose yourself to greet her, repeating I’m fine in your head, fixing your dress to look as non-drunk as possible.

You realised it was not you friend when you heard the flick of a lighter and the smell of cigarette smoke. That is, you will later understand, the scent which indeed changed your life forever, but also the scent which brought you to have a drunk breakdown in front of a global celebrity.

You still didn’t turn around, gripping onto the railing stronger, staring at the streets below you thinking: I just need them not to talk to me.

They didn’t, for about forty-three seconds.

And then something warm grazed at the fabric of your hip, and the night, which was already not going well, went very still. The last thing you remember is even more smoke, followed almost immediately by someone swearing, which may have been you.

CIGARETTE SMOKE - Eom Seonghyeon

SUMMARY : an unfaithful encounter with a global star dicatates how the most important years of your life will be like

IN WHICH Y/N just needed a break, really, but the destiny, or to better say it, Eom Seonghyeon’s cigarette’s ashes had another idea

a view on living life when it is all over the internet, whether you like it or not, and on how little it really can be shown through pictures alone.

WARNINGS: aged up characters (21yo), mentions of smoking/cigarettes/drinking/alchohol, angst, mental health, anxiety

heavily inspired by Olivia Rodrigo “You Seem Pretty Sad For a Girl So In Love” !! the chapter will most likely follow the structure of the album ! (also took inspos from hers and louis partridges relationship)

SMAU/WRITTEN

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1. what if

2. flashback when you met me

3. cold brew and new beginnings

4. uni life

5. maybe they are swag after all

6. Louis does know

synopsis: on and off situationship with anton, your friends kind of hate him (you cried over him 32 times, not like they’re counting), but you keep on falling in his traps

might have a pt2 idea but whatever we’ll see how this goes and then maybeee this kinda came up so randomly i just missed doing smaus tbh

pussy eaters🤔

yn: hiii😇

ely: oh no

we’re not doing this again

yara: he serenated you again didn't he

mia: i hate that fuckass bang and i can't even see it from the picture

yn: you guys are so rude

yes he did

and he looked very good doing it

too！！！

ely: god help us

mia: do we really never learn yn

yn: no guys he’s frfr this time

trust me

mia: did he perform an exorcism on you

who tf is texting

that’s not yn

ely: SHAME ON YOU FOR PROTECTING A MEN

🤢🤢🤢

mia: he hypnotised you didn’t he

yara: we can help you get out of it yn

yn: 😐😐😐

yara: i’m being fr too

yn: i’m good

no hypnotisation no exorcism

mia: why the fuck are you with him

i thought you ended stuffs like 2 weeks ago

yn: yes we did

but we met at a concert tonight

and made out

and now we’re eating ramen together🥰🥰

ely: i’ll kill him

just tell me where you are

mia: we’ll come and save you

yn: NO

no need

i’m right where i want to be

yara: i’m gonna beat you up when you come back crying

yn: i won’tttt it’s just for fun dw i’m over him

ely: this is way more fucked than i thought

i’m calling your therapist

mia: i’m calling your mom

yn: okay you guys are not as supportive as i thought you’d be !!!

yara: i really do wonder why😐

yn:

what do we think abt a percy jackson x blue lock ff where the blue lock guys are demigods

mainly michael kaiser x fem! daughter of aphrodite reader

and in the background also some nagi x reader, sae x reader ecc you got it😛