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seungcheol's mad. the members know just how to calm him down.

"YN! yn! you need to come to the practice room right now. seungcheol's furious!"

that's all you need to know before you leave your office in the pretext of grabbing lunch and head towards seungcheol's company building. even in the crazy traffic of the afternoon, the only thing running in your mind is the image of your angry boyfriend, eyes wide and lips pouted in annoyance.

which is exactly what greets you when you reach the boys' usual dance practice room that seungkwan called you to. you push open the door and see a few of them sitting down, faces pale from exhaustion, a few scattered doing some random tasks, and jeonghan standing next to seungcheol, chewing on his lips.

but seungcheol doesn't notice anything: he doesn't notice the way chan gently tugs at his shirt; the way his teammates take tense, heavy breaths in worry; the way jeonghan now pats his back, and certainly not your arrival into the room. you sidle over to seungkwan, who's face melts into relief at seeing you. he pulls you aside to brief you about the situation.

"the thing is, last week, we were told that we could take tomorrow off. but then they came in a few minutes ago, saying that we'd have extra practice tomorrow, since they pushed the broadcast recording a week earlier," he takes a moment to pause and looks over at seungcheol, who's still very unaware of everything around him.

"hyung's losing his mind because we'd all made individual plans for tomorrow. some of us were gonna go home for the weekend..." seungkwan's lips turn into a pout as he becomes aware of the fact that now he won't be able to. you turn around to look at your boyfriend.

"i want you to tell us why you preponed the date without consulting us first. it's not the extra practice we're worried about. it's the fact that you didn't care to ask us in the first place! aren't we the artists- no, i need you to listen to me right now- don't tell me to calm down!"

your lips press together in concern as you walk over to him. he doesn't see you even when you're standing right beside him, more intent on getting his point across.

"we've been working overtime since last month..."

"seungcheol..." you call him.

"...and yet, we haven't gotten a single break day-

"seungcheol."

"-and then you expect us to do our best and get more wins-"

"love..."

you hold his chin with your hand and gently turn his face towards you. the sudden shift in his glance is noticed only by you. the angry, outraged expression of his turns into a soft, meek look with just a single touch, sparkles automatically forming in his eyes as they focus on you. the staff beside you bows and leaves the room. your eyes follow them until they shut the door before moving back to his.

he slumps into your hand as you lean in to press a kiss, and wraps his around you, body feeling heavy. jeonghan nods and you lead seungcheol out into the breakroom.

his face still hangs low, lips losing their pout only when you press your lips to them. his frown turns into the smallest of smiles.

"thanks for getting me out of there. i was starting to lose my mind."

"kwan told me you were furious. i had to come running," you hold his cheek and he leans into your touch. his stomach grumbles in response.

"you might have been a little hangry back then. come on, let's get you some food," you drag him out of the building to a cafe nearby you often visit.

"sho you mean to shay you'd alwaysh come for me?" he mumbles through a mouthful of the hideously large croissant he'd ordered, a few crumbs and some chocolate filling dusting his lips.

"i don't like to be rushed..." you lean forward to wipe it off with your thumb with a fond smile, before licking it off.

"...but for you, i'd always come running."

the pokes on your shoulder get incessant as you make your way down the hall. seungcheol keeps tapping you, following you around like an excited puppy, to your locker where you keep your books and take your bag out to leave.

"what, seungcheol?" you turn around in a single motion.

"whatchu doin' later this week?" he asks, a stupid, bright smile plastered on his face as if the last fifty-something rejections by you havent faltered him even in the slightest.

it's getting endearing, really.

seungcheol and you have been friends since high school, all because you made the mistake of lending him a pencil, and he's been at your side since then. he's been there through your first crush, first kiss, first school dance where he winked at you as you awkwardly followed your date. he's also been there along with the tubs of ice cream you finished because your first love 'broke your heart'.

he followed you to college, and gets to see your first-hand embarrassment when he finally shoots his shot and asks you out in your second year. he says it's all for fun with just a little meaning to it, and squirms slightly whenever he becomes emotional about you, but you secretly enjoy it, even though you pretend not to, because you can see how much he cares and how much you mean to him. and even through all facade, you believe he knows how much he means to you too.

"cheol, i already told you. i have a workshop to attend this weekend." you say, fishing for your stuff in the locker.

"maybe i can come along..."

"i'm not going anywhere with you." you shut the door, smiling when you see his little pout.

"also, you're always wearing these cool racer jackets, and yet i never see you riding a bike." you walk towards the exit, the boy tagging along.

"got it from a sale i went to with mingyu," he runs to stand in front of you, and continues walking backwards to keep up with you. "you like these? maybe i'll wear it more often then."

"oh, bug off. seriously. i need to get to the cafe before they turn off the wifi," you push him away and walk off.

the next week, you're walking out of class with an awkward realisation of silence surrounding you.

seungcheol's nowhere to be seen.

even though you would rather die than admit it, you wonder where he's at as you push your books into the locker you always promise to clean one day, and take out your stuff to leave.

as you exit the building, a revving sound stops you in your tracks. it's distant, but it's approaching, and just like the engine picks up speed, your heart starts thrumming faster.

the bike stops in front of you, and seungcheol's face emerges as he removes the helmet.

"seungcheol? what are you doing?" you run over to him.

"you said you've never seen me on a bike. so i got one," he places the helmet on tank and rests his head on his hand.

"i need you to know that i hate to admit it, but you look very freaking hot right now."

"i mean, i'm always hot, but i'll take it. so does this mean you'll ride with me?"

"yes, yes, yes please!" you perk up at the question. he chuckles before handing you the spare helmet, and holds your bag as you wear it and get on the bike.

"but you said you aren't going anywhere with me."

"don't push your luck, choi, or i might rethink my decision to kiss you later." you place your hands on his shoulders. he takes your hands and wraps it around his chest instead.

wonwoo lays on the bed, with your head resting on his chest. the little streaks of moonlight that peek through the bedroom window lights the room enough to keep his packed suitcases barely visible, standing at one corner of the room, holding heavy with his clothes and emotions. but the two of you have an unspoken decision to not acknowledge it at the moment.

the bedside clock ticks away time in sync with the rhythm at which your head moves up and down with his breaths. but neither of you are asleep, nor do you decide to break this silence.

but then he hears your sniffs before he feels the cold wetness of your tears soaking into his t-shirt. wonwoo's quick to hold you to look at your face, but you don't allow it and only snuggle deeper into his chest to hide your face from him. wonwoo has to physically resist the urge to search for your face, because he knows what this is about, and he knows it's best to give you the time and space to process these emotions while he's still with you.

because tomorrow, he wouldn't be there to help you with it.

so he decides to pat your back in an attempt to soothe you.

because tomorrow, you'd have no one around as you cry yourself to sleep.

after a while, just as he'd expected, you bring your face back into his vision and snuggle into his side as before. this time, you draw random shapes into his chest to distract you from the tears collecting.

"if you could wish for one thing right now," you ask him in voice so soft, the room stays undisturbed, "what would it be?"

the soft rumble of his chest as he hums to think of an answer calms you for the being.

"i'd wish for one more day. so that tomorrow you'd ask me this again, and i get to reply the same again. and then again. and again."

you swallow the lump in your throat as you think about his answer.

"what would you wish for?" he asks.

"i'd wish for the time to stop. for the seconds to still and for the hours to remain unchanged. so that i can stay like this with you for a long time."

this was enough to break the mask wonwoo had so carefully placed so as to not upset you more. a single tear rolls down his cheek and places itself on your hair that he was nuzzled in until now. but you can't see him like this. not now, when you're trying so hard to seem okay. to show him you'll be okay.

and even though deep down you both know this isn't forever — he'll come right back to you in 2 years — your hearts still pain at the thought of having to go back to living without the other by your side.

seventeen × gn reader comfort, healing (kinda, idk) warnings: mentions of making love, food wc: 1.3k author's notes: this was a random thought, and has been in my drafts for so long, so i decided i had to complete it. writing this gave me a peace i didn't know existed, so i love this work very much. i hope you guys love it too <3

seventeen (hyung line) × reader soc med, established relationship, svt down bad warnings: slightly suggestive, female implied (but can be gn) author's notes: my first socmed post!! i cannot believe how much time it takes to make these (or maybe its because its my first time). lost my mind at least 10 times. absolute respect for people who do so many socmed aus and posts i love yall so much. also i'm a dry texter and cannot be funny to save my freaking life so pls lemme know what you think of these or else i'll cry hehe hope you like it <3 hyung line ¦ maknae line

the whole room is dark, except for the faint glow of your phone. you lay in your bed, scrolling through absolutely random trivia reels. cheol's laying beside you, one arm thrown across your waist as he cuddles into the heat of your body. he should have been sound asleep by now. but he's only halfway through there, being pulled back to wake by your questions.

"cheol?"

he hums back, voice thickly layered with sleep.

"what color do you think i am?"

the room turns silent. you wait for a moment.

"cheo-"

"blue. you seem like blue to me."

"why blue?"

"cause, to me, blue means calm, peace, and secure. like i dont have to worry about anything. like i can let down all my thoughts to rest for a while. and you feel like all those things to me."

you just hum back in response, the next question thats displayed on your screen preventing you from thinking over his words.

a minute passes before you ask again, "cheol?"

"...yes, love?"

"what icecream flavour am i?"

a beat passes before he replies, "you're cookies-n-cream. because you're soft and sweet, with a little crunch at times."

you hum yet again, registering his answer.

"plus, its your favourite," he adds, which brings a soft smile to your face.

you turn your attention back to your phone, searching for the next question.

"cheol...?"

"love.... how about we go to sleep now, and i'll answer all your questions tomorrow?" he asks, looking at you with eyes drooping with sleep.

you just smile and nod, turning off your phone and keeping it aside before you get back into bed. as soon as you lay down, seungcheol's quick to snuggle into your side, his face nuzzled into your neck, his breaths tickling you. you take a look at the sleepy man with you before closing your eyes.

.

.

"cheol!"

"yes, my love?

"...i love you."

he doesnt respond immediately, but you feel him smiling into your skin, his breath hitching for the slightest of moments before returning to normal as he mumbles back.

boy dad! seungcheol fluff, requested warnings: reader has a womb, cheol being down bad for his baby boy word count: 705 author's notes: requested by anon (thank you so much!!) I hope you like it. i never really thought about boy dad cause cheol's definitely a girl dad for me but I loved writing this so much! Lemme know what you think :) check out 'cheol as a girl dad' here.

boy dad! cheol who starts crying in the hospital seeing a junior version of him. his big boba eyes are yours, no doubt, but the little pout that finds home on his baby's lips are unmistakably his — even he can't deny it. his eyes start watering when his baby boy holds his index finger with his whole palm.

girl dad! seungcheol fluff, a little smut (i tried) warnings: reader has a womb (obviously), mentions of pregnancy, body insecurity, sex (only a little) word count: 747 author's note: a little late but I had to do it for daddy cheol😔✊ very self-indulgent, not proof-read, made very hastily cause again, daddy cheol😔✊ hope you enjoy!! do lemme know what you think of it :) check out 'cheol as a boy dad' here.

girl dad! cheol who absolutely melts in the hospital room when he sees his baby girl. who combusts into a puddle when he gets to hold his beloved baby in his arms. who pats your head and kisses you in your tired, exhausted, post-delivery state, murmuring how proud he is of you and how thankful he is that you gave him his most precious baby.