hailey

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you've got your arms crossed, refusing to look at him. holding your ground even after you internally acknowledged that, yeah, maybe giving cheol the silent treatment and the cold shoulder earlier was a liiiittle dramatic. but he was on his stupid work ipad for like the whole time you two were supposed to be enjoying a movie night together in the living room—you had your reasons.

“cheol, i said I’m not apologising," you repeated, still in your mood.

seungcheol exhales through his nose deeply, still looking at you with a look that's fond even if you're giving him high blood pressure right now. he's leaning against the kitchen counter after you stomped off to the kitchen and are now doing everything in your power to not look at him.

he attempted to reason with your snappy attitude, “baby, i just checked a few emails. i promise."

you rolled your eyes as you turned to him, making him fight letting out a small cocky chuckle. "you were on your ipad for the whole second half of the movie!" you answered back.

he reaches out and catches your waist when you try to walk past him with a soft and firm, "baby."

“let go. i don't wanna talk to you," you try to wriggle out of his grip and fail. keeping your head low so you don't make eye contact with your unfairly handsome and super annoying boyfriend.

obviously he doesn’t. he knows you too well to actually listen to whatever comes out of your mouth when you're like this. "wanna tell me why you're acting up like this, baby?" he says, so gently and patiently.

“i'm not acting up like anything,” you shoot back, chin tilting up, your glare meeting his gaze. “you're just-"

“i'm just what?” he continues, one eyebrow lifting.

you soften, head dipping low again after his eyes stare holes into yours. "you're being annoying..." you say quietly.

his hand slides from your wrist to your chin, tilting your face properly toward him this time. “mhm,” the hum rumbles through him lowly.

your stomach flips a little, but you stay defending your stance.

he huffs out a soft laugh, “stubborn girl,” he mutters, almost to himself as he taps your bottom lip lightly with the pad of his thumb.

you open your mouth to argue again but this time he leans in just slightly to interrupt you, “baby.”

“don't push it,” he adds, eyes locked on yours. “i've been letting you pout and give me the silent treatment for over half an hour now."

you swallow but your pride’s still there. “so?” as you cross your arms over your chest.

“so,” he murmurs, "you either tell me what's actually got you wound up like this... or i'll make you feel very, very good until you forget it. hm?"

your breath stutters while you're still trying to look unimpressed. he smiles because he caught that. slow and knowing.

and he leans down, kissing your forehead sweetly as if he didn't just say that, and you could still feel that smug smile he had. "i swear, baby," he kisses your forehead again, "that i only checked a couple of emails," and he pulls back to look at you properly.

"but you're right. it could've waited til after, or tomorrow morning, hm?" his thumb brushed your cheek once. seungcheol tilts your face up a little more so he can kiss the corner of your lips gently, "'m sorry, pretty girl. my fault, i know it is."

and you go completely weak. how could you not?

you melt into him a little more, not fighting him as much as he kisses the attitude out of you.

"next time, talk to me. okay, baby?" he says between kisses to your lips. "want you to tell me when you feel upset. you hear me?" his warm hands now holding your waist like you're the most precious thing in the world while his series of i'm sorry kisses continued.