#cherry-zip

The tough guy is very protective and careful with you, often worrying that you are too gentle and precious for this world. But minor worries aside, he absolutely loves his personal sunshine cheerleader. Naturally, your soft charm won the hearts of all Seungcheol's friends and training partners, leaving more than a few people looking on with envy.

Seungcheol cherishes every moment spent with you. From the quiet times you wrap bandages around his blistered knuckles with your pretty, black-manicured hands, to lazy days spent cuddling in bed. Whether you’re watching a movie, softly singing a song, or simply enjoying the presence of the other, one thing is certain: the love between you is undeniable.

The gym smelled like sweat, iron, and determination.

Choi Seungcheol, also known as “S.Coups,” stood in the center of the ring, muscles coiled like springs, sweat glistening across his sculpted frame. His fists were a blur, slicing through the air with rhythmic precision, the sound of gloves hitting the bag echoing through the cavernous space. Every man and woman in the gym either admired him or feared him — often both. There was no denying he was a beast: a born fighter, the best of his generation.

But at exactly 3:00 p.m., the entire atmosphere of the gym shifted.

“Yo, it’s cutie girl o’clock,” Mingyu muttered with a grin, nudging Joshua, who’d already perked up.

The heavy metal playlist cut through the air as the front door creaked open. You walked in — a vision in black lace high socks and platform boots, a delicate bouquet of daisies in your arms, although you always said you disliked how delicate things contrasted with your style. Your nails were painted black, as always, and your soft eyes scanned the gym until they landed on him.

And Seungcheol – the man who hadn’t smiled once during his long training session?

He lit up like the sun.

“Baby!” he called out, hopping down from the ring with the agility of a cat. His voice, usually a low, sharp command, turned warm and honeyed just for you. “C’mere, I missed you.”

The reactions were immediate. Someone dropped a dumbbell, almost crushing their toes. Jeonghan blinked like he’d seen a ghost, while Jihoon actually choked on his protein shake.

You giggled shyly and made your way to him, cheeks a little pink. “You saw me last night.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you,” he replied, already wrapping his strong arms gently around your waist, careful not to get you dirty with sweat. He looked at you like you were made of glass – scratch that – glass would be too harsh a comparison. You were made of starlight and silk, and in his eyes, you didn’t belong anywhere near this harsh world of bruises and blood. But he was selfish, and he needed you close.

“I brought flowers,” you said sweetly, and held them up. “And some lyrics. Thought you might want to read them later.”

“Only if you sing them to me tonight.”

Head low, you nodded shyly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. “Okay. But only if you cuddle me properly this time. Properly. No, ‘my shoulder hurts, so I can only use one arm’ excuses.”

“I’ll use both arms,” he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, uncaring of the eyes on him. “I’ll even be the little spoon if you want.”

“No one’s gonna believe this,” Seokmin whispered from behind a locker door.

You sat on a bench while Seungcheol went back to finish a few sets, your sketchbook open across your lap, scribbling lines of verse as you watched him move. He was beautiful, in that brutal, untamed way — all power and control. And yet, he looked back at you every chance he got, blowing kisses like a teenage boy trying to impress his crush.

Later, when the gym cleared out and the evening light slanted through the high windows, you were bandaging his knuckles.

Your fingers moved gently, the black polish on your nails a striking contrast to his blistered hands. You hummed softly, a lullaby you'd written just last week. Seungcheol didn’t say a word — just watched you, his eyes impossibly soft.

“You’re too good to me,” he said eventually, voice low.

You looked up, confused. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only person who sees me like this. Everyone else sees fists and scars. You see... me. The real me.”

You paused, laying a hand gently over his chest. “I see your heart, Cheol. It’s a very good one.”

The gym was quieter now, the kind of quiet that only came after hours of sweat and strain. The remaining lights cast long shadows across the worn floor, and a soft hum of music played faintly in the background. Seungcheol had finished his last set for the day, but you were still here — a habit of yours. You’d taken up residence on the small bench by the ring, one of your favorite spots.

Glancing up from the lyrics scribbled in your notebook, you caught him wiping his brow with the back of his taped hand. His body was still tense from the workout, but the moment his gaze met yours, all that hardness seemed to melt right away.

"I think it’s time for your reward, isn’t it?" you teased, tapping the spot next to you on the bench.

Seungcheol smirked, the cocky fighter’s grin curling at the corners of his lips. But it didn’t take more than a second for him to wipe it away and move toward you with the grace of a panther.

“You always know what I want,” he murmured, settling down beside you. He draped his arm around your shoulders, his muscles still warm from the workout. Leaning into him, you pressed your cheek against the soft cotton of his shirt, taking in the familiar scent of his sweat and mint that always made you feel safe.

"Is this really a reward?" you teased, your voice muffled by his shoulder. "You’ve been so clingy lately. Don’t you need to train more? You’re starting to lose your ‘tough’ reputation."

Seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head. "Who cares about my reputation when I'm with you? You know I’m only tough because I have to be. I don't need to prove myself when I’m with you; you're my peace."

You raised your head to look at him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You'd never get used to how differently he spoke to you. To the world, he was a ruthless machine, a force that was always ready to take any challenge, but to you? He was the biggest softie you’d ever met.

"And you’re mine," you said, the words slipping out so naturally that it made your heart flutter.

Seungcheol looked at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before his lips parted into a rare smile, soft and full of affection. He leaned in, brushing a kiss against your forehead.

“Stop saying stuff like that,” he murmured, his voice gruff but fond. “You’re gonna make me fall even harder for you.”

You laughed quietly, leaning into his touch, basking in the comfort of his arms around you. “I think it’s already too late for you.”

He didn’t deny it. He never did.

For a long while, the two of you just sat there in silence, the kind of silence that only came when two people were completely at ease with one another. You were watching the fading light from the windows, the golden hue spilling across the ring and casting a warm glow over everything.

"Do you ever think about retiring?" you asked suddenly, feeling the weight of your question in the air between you.

Seungcheol was quiet for a moment, as though he hadn't expected that question. But then he shrugged slightly, as if it didn’t matter.

"Sometimes,” he admitted. “But boxing is all I know. I have no idea what I'd do if I stopped. Besides," he added, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes, "I think I’d get bored. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you if I didn’t have all this energy to burn."

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder again. "Well, I’d still love you, even if you did retire. But if you ever do... maybe we can spend more time in the garden. And you can read poetry with me."

“Deal,” he said with a nod, squeezing your shoulder. "But only if you promise to sing the poems you write. I need a soundtrack to my life."

Before you could respond, the door to the gym opened again, and the voices of Seungcheol’s gym buddies floated through. You couldn’t help but smile when you heard the familiar banter of Mingyu and Jeonghan.

"Little one!" Mingyu's booming voice called, already halfway across the gym. "You’re still here? I swear you’re always hanging out with this guy. Don’t you have a life?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh as Mingyu flopped down beside you, putting his arm around your shoulders like he’d done a hundred times before.

"Don’t listen to him," Seungcheol growled in mock annoyance, pulling you closer to him. "I’m the only one who gets to steal your attention."

"I get plenty of attention from you," you teased, poking Seungcheol’s side. "Just look at you, always hovering over me. I swear, I’m the one who’s gonna get suffocated."

Seungcheol shot you a sideways glance, a playful scowl on his face. “I’m just making sure no one else gets any funny ideas.”

Mingyu grinned, nudging you with his elbow. “See, I told you. The Reaper has a soft spot for you.”

You stuck out your tongue, but before you could respond, someone from across the room caught your attention.

There, standing by the door, was a woman you’d never seen before — tall, striking, with fiery red hair and an air of confidence. She was watching Seungcheol with a kind of intense admiration. You couldn’t help but notice the way she lingered, her eyes tracing the muscles in his arms as he jokingly argued with Mingyu.

The room felt suddenly smaller.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, was oblivious, too caught up in his conversation with Mingyu to notice the woman’s gaze. You weren’t usually one to get jealous, but something about the way this stranger looked at your boyfriend made an uncomfortable knot tighten in your stomach.

Mingyu seemed to notice the shift in the air. His usual playful grin faltered, and he glanced over at you, his expression shifting to one of concern.

“Hey, little one,” Mingyu said in a quieter tone, “don’t worry about her. Seungcheol’s... well, you know he’s always been your guy, right?”

You nodded, forcing a smile. But you couldn’t shake the feeling in your chest.

Seungcheol finally turned, catching sight of the woman by the door. He froze, his eyes narrowing just slightly.

But before you could worry any more, Seungcheol was already walking over to her, his usual intimidating aura returning in full force.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice suddenly all business.

The woman blinked, clearly taken aback for a moment, before flashing him a charming smile, right hand starting to swirl her hair around. “I was just admiring you, the great Choi Seungcheol,” she said smoothly. “Such a skilled fighter. You’re quite the legend around here.”

Seungcheol’s expression softened, but only marginally. He had no interest in the flirty stranger, but there was a part of you — deep down — that wanted him to come back to you, to remind everyone who he belonged to.

Without hesitation, Seungcheol shot a glance at you. His eyes softened immediately when he saw you sitting there with puppy eyes, but the slight tension in your shoulders gave away how much that woman’s presence bothered you.

“I’ve got a girlfriend, actually,” Seungcheol said, his tone leaving no room for interpretation. “And she’s waiting for me. So, no offense, but I’ve got to go.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he handled it. His protective side was always there, lurking beneath the surface, ready to fight for you — not just in the ring, but in life, too.

As Seungcheol returned to your side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You okay?”

You nodded, still a little shaken but mostly relieved. “Yeah. Just… felt weird.”

“I’m all yours,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “And you’re mine. Don’t forget it.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection for the man who was everything you never expected, and exactly what you needed.

The gym had quieted down again, but now, it felt like it was just the two of you — your world, your love, your safe space. And well… Mingyu.

The following days felt like a gentle rhythm, like the soft strum of your guitar mixed with the hum of Seungcheol’s training. You’d drop by the gym most afternoons, bringing lunch or sometimes just staying to watch him train. The men at the gym had gotten used to you by now — your soft, quiet presence was a stark contrast to the sweat and grunting that usually filled the air. They all adored you, seeing the way Seungcheol’s hard edges melted when you were around.

But no one knew just how much of a soft spot Seungcheol had for you. It wasn’t just about being protective — he was a different person when you were close. He would bring you coffee in the mornings, would ask you to pick out his outfits even though you always gravitated toward black hoodies and baggy pants. He liked that you saw beyond his fists, beyond the public figure he’d built himself to be.

And he, in turn, adored everything about you — the way you scribbled lyrics on napkins when you were deep in thought, the way your laughter could light up a room, the way your fingers gently strummed chords on the guitar as you hummed songs in the quiet of the night.

One evening, after a long day at the gym, Seungcheol invited you over to his apartment for your favorite routine: movie night. He’d recently bought a projector to set up in the living room, and tonight, he had picked a Studio Ghibli film, knowing you could never get enough of them.

“Tonight’s movie is Spirited Away,” Seungcheol announced, flopping onto the couch next to you, his head resting on the backrest, his hands softly moving your legs onto his lap. You settled against his warm body with your favorite blanket draped over you.

“Perfect,” you murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’m so glad I can always count on you for a Ghibli night.”

Seungcheol chuckled, reaching for the remote to start the movie. “I’ll never pass up an opportunity to watch Chihiro and Haku. But only because I know how much you love it.”

The movie began, and you both fell into the familiar routine of watching in comfortable silence, except for the occasional whisper of dialogue or your soft giggles during certain scenes. Seungcheol’s hand moved to yours, interlocking your fingers with his. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand, a simple gesture, but it sent warmth through your entire body. It was those small moments of tenderness that you lived for.

…

As the credits rolled and the last notes of the soundtrack faded, you were still resting on him, eyes half-lidded.

Seungcheol turned to you, his expression serious for a moment. “Do you ever feel like… we’re too different? Like you’re too soft for this world? For me?”

You blinked, looking up at him with confusion. “What do you mean? You’re the strongest person I know. You fight for everything you want.”

He shook his head, the faintest shadow crossing his face. “No, love. I mean, the world I live in… it’s rough. I’m rough. I’m not used to this. You’re… delicate. You live in a world of softness, creativity, and beauty. And I’m just trying to protect that. Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough.”

You squeezed his hand gently and switched to sit on his lap so you could look him in the eyes. “You’re more than enough, Seungcheol. You’ve been more than enough for me since the day we met. I love you because of the way you are — strong, determined, protective. I never expected someone like you, but I’m so glad it’s you. You don’t have to change a single thing.”

Seungcheol’s lips quirked up at the corners, and for a moment, he looked like he was going to say something else — something deeper, something more vulnerable — but instead, he simply nodded. His arm draped over your shoulders again, and he pulled you in closer, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m glad it’s you, too,” he whispered. “I don’t deserve you, but I’ll never let you go.”

Weeks went by, and life returned to its easy rhythm. You continued to write your songs, most of which were inspired by moments you shared with Seungcheol. And Seungcheol continued to train — no less dedicated to his craft than ever before. But something had changed. He was softer now, less likely to hide his emotions behind that stoic mask. Whenever you were near, his eyes softened, and his hands were always reaching out for yours. It wasn’t just about love anymore; it was about companionship, about being two halves of a whole.

But, as with all good things, the calm couldn’t last forever.

It happened during a major fight, one that everyone knew would cement Seungcheol as the undisputed champion of his generation. It was a dangerous match — a title defense that had everyone on edge. Seungcheol was facing an opponent who was known for being as ruthless as he was quick. It was the kind of fight that could make or break a career, and the pressure weighed heavily on Seungcheol’s shoulders.

You were there, of course. You’d never miss one of his matches. You sat at the edge of your seat, his friends by your side, all watching him in the ring with bated breath. Every punch Seungcheol threw had your heart pounding in your chest, but you knew he could do this. He was Seungcheol. He was the Reaper.

But then, it happened.

A right hook. A punch that landed just wrong. You saw the way his opponent’s fist connected with Seungcheol’s jaw, and for a split second, you thought you saw his eyes lose focus. His body staggered, and then— crack. The sound of his head hitting the canvas was sickening.

“Cheol!” you screamed, jumping to your feet. The crowd around you seemed to freeze as Seungcheol lay there, his body unmoving for just a moment too long.

The referee was already counting. “One... two... three...”

Seungcheol groaned, his hand lifting off the mat, and the room exhaled in relief. You were still standing, your hands clutching the edge of the railing, eyes wide, heart in your throat.

It was hard to describe the raw panic that overtook you when you saw him struggle to regain his footing. He looked up at you, and there was that familiar spark in his eyes — even now, even after being knocked to the ground.

And then, just as the ref was about to count to ten, Seungcheol pushed himself up from the floor with a roar. His opponent barely had time to react before Seungcheol landed a devastating uppercut, knocking him out cold.

The bell rang.

Seungcheol had won.

But the celebration was muted. You rushed to the ring, pushing past every spectator and security, ignoring the chaos around you. You just needed to get to him.

Seungcheol was already sitting on the stool, his coach dabbing at his face with a towel. When he saw you, though, his whole face lit up. "My darling," he murmured, a small, tired smile tugging at his bruised lips.

Without a second thought, you rushed over to him, cupping his bruised face in your hands, inspecting the cuts along his jaw.

“You’re okay, right? Please, tell me you’re fine,” you asked, voice trembling as your fingers brushed over his cheek.

Seungcheol chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to rest on yours. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little beaten up, but I’ll be okay. You worry too much.”

“I just.. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

He looked at you with such warmth, such tenderness, that for a moment, it was just the two of you in the chaos of the arena.

“You’ll never have to worry about that,” he promised. “I’ll always come back to you, love. Always.”

...

The ride home from the match was quiet. You were both exhausted, but the adrenaline still buzzed in your veins. Seungcheol kept glancing at you, his gaze soft, even as he was lost in thought.

When you finally arrived at his apartment, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll try not to get hit so hard next time.”

You laughed softly, your heart still racing. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, Cheol. You can’t keep pushing yourself this hard. I need you, okay?”

“I promise,” he whispered back, his lips brushing your forehead. “And I need you more than anything.”

The world outside might have been harsh, unpredictable, and dangerous, but in that moment, everything felt like it had fallen into place.

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✎ author's note┆i dug that fic from the grave, hope you enjoy it nonetheless - kinda thinking of making a pt2 with more... mature content ?

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‧₊ ᵎᵎ "CHERRY.zip" ⋅.*

“Oh? Secret plans?”

“Very. And you’re going to wear something I bought you.”

You sit up a little straighter. “You bought me something?”

“It’ll be there in an hour,” he says smoothly. “Try it on. Send me a picture.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Mm,” he hums. “And you love it.”

You absolutely do. You were so excited to see what your boyfriend had planned out for you. And you knew, it was gonna be good

The delivery arrives exactly fifty-three minutes later on the dot. Of course it does. Seungcheol is many things—dramatic, competitive, ridiculously charming—but he is never late when it comes to you. He sets his priorities straight.

The box is heavy. Luxurious. Matte black with a gold-embossed logo that makes your eyebrows lift in shock and squeal in excitement.

He really did not hold back.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper, is the dress.

It’s silk. Deep, dark crimson. The kind of red that feels almost sinful. The fabric catches the light like liquid. It’s backless, held up by delicate straps that cross at the shoulders. The neckline dips just enough to make your pulse quicken, and the slit along one thigh is daring without being obvious. You knew your boyfriend had taste, but he was surpassing himself on that one

Inside the same box, sat an envelope with a note closed off by a red wax seal stamp.

For the most beautiful woman in any room. Wear this tonight and let me show you off properly. - CSC

You stare at the dress for a long moment before you press it against yourself in disbelief, before running to your walk-in closet to step in front of the mirror to try it on.

It fits like it was tailored for you, which, knowing the man - could be possible.

The silk hugs your waist, skims your hips, and flows just enough to make you feel elegant instead of exposed. When you turn, the open back leaves your skin bare, vulnerable in a way that makes your cheeks warm.

You take a picture—full length, soft lighting—and send it to him.

Three dots appear immediately.

Then your phone rings. An upcoming video call.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he says by way of greeting.

You cannot help but giggle at his reaction. “Too much?”

“Too much?” He exhales sharply, staring intensely at your face. “You look unreal. That dress…God what have I just done? The way it fits you... Turn around.”

“I just sent you a picture, isn’t that enough for you?”

“I need a video.”

You laugh but prop your phone up anyway, stepping back to give him a slow spin.

There’s silence on the other end. Then a low whistle. You look at him from where you stand, he’s sitting back in his chair, admiring you as if you were the rarest gemstone on earth he could lay his eyes on.

“You’re not walking into that restaurant by yourself,” he mutters. “You’re making an entrance. And you’re walking in on my arm.”

“You sound proud.”

“I am proud,” he says without hesitation. “You’re mine. Of course, I’m going to show you off.”

Your heart stumbles in your chest. Your cheeks were burning from the compliments, the shower of compliments and attention he was giving you.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he adds. “Hair down. Heels. I want everyone staring, knowing they can’t have you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” simply scoffing but laughing endearingly. You adored him for showing you off with pride.

“And you’re perfect,” he shoots back. “See you tonight, baby.”

Throwing a wink before ending the call, leaving you alone to get ready for what could be the night of your life.

At exactly seven, headlights sweep across your living room walls.

When you step outside, you see the car first—sleek, black, polished to a mirror shine.

Then you see him.

Seungcheol is leaning casually against the driver’s side door, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a bouquet of deep red roses matching your dress. His coat is charcoal, cut sharply across his shoulders. Underneath, a tailored black suit and a crisp white shirt, the top button undone just enough to reveal a hint of collarbone.

His hair is styled neatly, but not stiff. Effortless. Dangerous.

When he sees you, he straightens.

And then he just… stares.

Slowly. Unapologetically. Up and down as you walked down to him. Eyes of a hungry predator.

“Wow,” he breathes.

You suddenly feel shy under the weight of his intense gaze.

He closes the distance in long strides, his eyes dragging over you from head to toe, then back up again.

“You are unreal,” he says softly, stopping in front of you. “That dress was made for you. Or maybe it was made to make me jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of everyone who’s about to look at you.”

You smile. “I thought you wanted that.”

“I do,” he says, voice dropping. “But I still get jealous.”

He hands you the roses, then reaches out—hesitating for just a fraction of a second before his fingers brush your bare back to leave a kiss on your temple.

The touch makes you inhale sharply, the sensation sending chills down your spine.

“Cold?” he murmurs.

“No,” you breathed out, suddenly feeling shy looking up to look at his face.

“Good.”

His hand lingers, warm and possessive, sliding just slightly along the curve of your waist before he offers his arm.

“Ready?”

“With you?” you say. “Always.”

His grin is slow and devastating. He was truly capable of everything.

The restaurant is everything you expected - and way more than you expected.

Crystal chandeliers. Soft golden lighting. White tablecloths. The faint hum of live jazz in the background. It’s the kind of place where whispers carry, and glasses clink delicately.

The hostess greets him by name.

Of course she does.

And of course, heads turn as you walk inside the establishment.

You feel it the moment you step inside—curious glances, recognition, admiration. But Seungcheol doesn’t look at any of them.

He looks at you. Only you, his gem.

His hand rests at the small of your back as he guides you to your table, a private area all for yourself. His thumb traces lazy circles against your skin, a subtle, intimate touch that makes your pulse flutter.

“You nervous?” he asks quietly once you’re seated.

“A little.”

“Don’t be.” His eyes soften. “You look like you belong here more than anyone else.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “No, it’s not. I mean it. You have no idea what you look like right now.”

“Tell me.”

His gaze darkens.

“You look confident. Elegant. Untouchable.” His voice lowers. “And the fact that you’re with me? Makes me feel like I won something bigger than the lottery.”

You laugh softly. “You didn’t win me.”

“No,” he agrees. “I got incredibly lucky.”

The waiter arrives with champagne, and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to really look at you again.

“Stand up,” he says suddenly.

“What?”, you stared in confusion.

“Just for a second.”

You raise an eyebrow from curiosity but stand, smoothing the silk down your thighs.

He leans back in his chair, admiring you openly.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “The slit hits just right. And when you walk…” He shakes his head, throwing it back a growling. “You’re going to distract me all night.”

“You did this to yourself anyway”, you couldn’t help but tease him, swirling and smirking.

“Oh I am fully aware of my mistake.”

You sit back down, cheeks warm. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love that.”

He reaches across the table, taking your hand. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and affectionate.

“I wanted tonight to be special,” he says more seriously. “We’re always busy. Always running. But tonight? It’s just you and me.”

“It already feels special.”

“Good,” he says, squeezing your hand. “Because I’m not done yet.”

Dinner is indulgent. Rich. Delicious.

But the best part isn’t the food. It’s him, sitting across the table.

The way he watches you when you laugh. The way he subtly adjusts his chair closer to yours. The way he doesn’t let a single compliment go unsaid.

“Do you know how many people have been staring at you?” he asks at one point, swirling his wine.

“You said you wanted that.”

“I did.” His lips curve. “But I also like reminding them you’re here with me.”

“Showing off?”

“Absolutely.”

You lean closer, lowering your voice. “And what exactly are you showing off?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“You. Your beauty. Your intelligence. The way you light up every room you walk into.” His eyes soften again. “The way you look at me like I’m more than I am.”

“You are more than you think,” you whisper.

He studies you for a long moment, something vulnerable flickering behind his confident exterior.

Then he stands, walking around the table to you.

“Dance with me.”

“Right here, out of nowhere?”

“So?” His hand extends toward you. “Let them look.”

You slip your hand into his.

He pulls you close - one hand firm on your waist, the other lacing your fingers together. The music is slow, sultry. Your bodies sway in an easy rhythm.

The slit of your dress shifts with each step, brushing against his leg.

He notices.

His hand tightens slightly at your waist.

“You’re trouble,” he murmurs in your ear.

“You bought the dress.”

“And I would buy it again,” he says instantly. “You look powerful in it. Like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“And what am I doing to you?”

He leans closer, his lips just near your ear again.

“Making it very hard to focus on anything except you.”

Your breath catches.

His nose brushes lightly against your temple, not quite a kiss—but close enough to make your heart race.

“You’re stunning,” he says again, softer this time. “I don’t say it just to flirt. I mean it.”

You pull back just enough to look at him.

“You clean up pretty well yourself, Choi Seungcheol.”

He laughs quietly. “Oh? Just pretty well?”

“You look dangerously good.”

“Good,” he replies. “Because I dressed up for you only.”

“For me?”

“Of course, you’re my one and only.” His hand slides slightly higher along your back, careful but confident. 

“Who else would I be trying to impress?”

When the night winds down, he doesn’t rush.

He pays, thanks the staff, and keeps his hand warm and steady against you as you leave.

Outside, the air is cool, and he immediately shrugs off his coat to drape it over your shoulders.

“You’ll ruin your suit,” you protest.

“I’ll buy another one.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“For you?” He grins. “Always.”

He opens the car door, but before you can step in, he gently catches your wrist.

“Wait.”

You turn back to him.

He looks at you like he’s memorising you.

The soft glow of streetlights. The red silk against your skin. The way your hair frames your face.

“I had the perfect night planned,” he says quietly. “The restaurant. The dress. The roses. You. All of it.”

“And?”

“And somehow you still outdid it.”

Your chest tightens.

He steps closer, one hand resting at your waist, the other brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love showing you off,” he admits. “But more than that? I love that when we’re alone like this…” His voice lowers. “You’re just mine.”

Your hands rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under the crisp fabric.

“And you’re mine,” you reply softly.

His smile turns slow, almost shy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs.

Then he leans down and kisses you.

It’s not rushed, not wild. It’s warm, deep, and intentional.

The kind of kiss that says I chose you.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours.

“Ready to go home?” he asks.

“I’m always ready if I’m with you,” you whisper.

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When you finally unlocked the door to your apartment, still clutching the lightstick to your chest, you were greeted by the soft glow of the living room lights. Seungcheol was lounging on the couch, phone in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in his oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. He glanced up as you walked in, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “How was the concert?”

You dropped your bag by the door and practically floated over to him, your excitement bubbling over. “Oh my god, Seungcheol, it was incredible. Taemin is just… ugh, he’s so perfect. His dancing? His stage presence? His voice? I feel like I died and came back to life. I might actually be in love!”

You expected him to laugh or tease you like he usually did, but instead, his smile faltered for a split second before recovering, forcing a chuckle. “That good, huh?”

“The best!” you gushed, pulling out your phone. “You have to see the videos I took. He did this move during ‘Heaven’ where he—okay, just watch.” You leaned closer, holding your phone up so he could see the screen.

Seungcheol watched the video with a neutral expression, though you noticed his jaw tighten slightly as you narrated every move. “Wow,” he said when it ended, his tone dry. “He’s… really flexible.”

You laughed, completely missing the edge in his voice. “Right? His arms, his hips, and his abs—oh my god, don’t even get me started. I mean, I know you work out and everything, but Taemin is just on another level.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his smile now firmly in place, though his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Is that so?”

You nodded enthusiastically, still scrolling through your photos. “Yeah, like, I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be that cute, hot, and talented at the same time. It’s not fair!”

He leaned back against the sofa, staring at your face as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking serious. “Sounds like I need to step up my game.”

You finally looked up, catching the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Aw, are you jealous?” you teased, poking the dimpled cheek you adored. “Don’t worry, babe. You’re still my number one.”

“Am I now?” he asked, his voice low and playful, though there was a darker edge beneath the surface. “Because it sounds like Taemin might be stealing my spot.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Never. You’re my Seungcheol. No one could ever replace you.”

He hummed, seemingly satisfied, but the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t quite done. Grabbing your chin so you had to look at him closely, he murmured, “Good. Because I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his hands firm against your hips. You squealed in surprise, dropping your phone on your lap as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “And I think it’s time you forget all about Taemin and only remember my name.”

You giggled, trying to squirm away, but his grip was unyielding. “Seungcheol, I was just kidding! You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Do I now?” he asked, his tone teasing but edged with something that made your breath hitch. “Because you were talking an awful lot about someone else’s abs.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a searing kiss, his hands sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

“Seungcheol…” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding.

His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, playfully pulling out your own tongue and soothing every bite he gave to your bottom lip. He broke the kiss again, tugging your hair back so he could look at you—straddling him, flushed and beautiful. He loved seeing you like this, all completely wrecked for him. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot in this outfit. I can’t believe I let anyone else see you like this,” he muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Gonna remind you why you’re mine tonight. I don’t want to hear his name again,” he said, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck, making you shiver. “From now on, the only name you’ll be screaming is mine.”

You can’t help but whine. He knew how much his words affected you. He knew everything about you. He was confident when it came to understanding every inch of your body: how it looked, how it felt, how it tasted, how it reacted to his teasing. Tonight was just another example of you falling deeper under his spell, trapped in a hold you never really wanted to escape. And… you couldn’t help but love it.

He groaned deeply at your whine, sucking at your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see. He lifted his head to grab your thighs,picking you up as if you weighed nothing. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, clinging to him as his lips found yours again—knowing damn well you were about to protest with a breathless “I’m too heavy.”

“I’m strong enough”, he growled against your lips. 

He was right, you knew he was strong. Staring at his arms or his shoulders became a hobby of yours over time— especially when he was walking around shirtless at home, coming out of the shower, or even wearing one of those tight compression shirts you adored. He was working out to please himself and because he loves seeing you try to hide, secretly looking at his body without him looking. His ego felt good.

With ease, he starts walking up the stairs leading to your room. Unable to help himself, he gets carried away in you, having to stop and press your body against the wall, his kisses deeper than ever, travelling from your mouth down your neck. One harsh bite near your collarbone had you letting out a louder scream. He’s fueled by the desire to remind you that you belong to him. His kisses are getting faster, harsher than ever, his tongue wetting your skin with open-mouth kisses, the grip on your thighs tightening.

You honestly could not remember the last time you felt this wet, this good, this needy for more than kisses. All your thoughts and memories of the night flew out of your head—the only thing that mattered in that moment was Seungcheol and how you needed him more than ever.

You moan for more while he continues to attack your collarbones. He wasn’t gonna deprive you of your needs… even when being punished.

He continues to walk down the hallway, only stopping in front of your bedroom to open it - slamming it shut after entering. He drops you on the bed and starts undressing you, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving kisses and bites all over your body. You're left at his mercy once your clothes are scattered around the room. He snatches a random tie of his from the closet and ties your wrists up to the bed frame. You couldn’t do anything, touch him, pull his hair, scratch his back, hold his biceps. You were only going to be able to scream his name tonight. 

Seungcheol looks down at you, smirking at what he is planning for you inside his head. The way he looked at you made you feel good inside your stomach; just his eyes on you could boost your confidence. Right now, it was a little bit different, you were so needy for him, you wanted him.

“Cheol, please, touch me.” You breathed out. However, he quickly shushed you and went down on your body, leaving kisses on his way between your legs. Grabbing your legs, he spread them apart, kissed the inside of your thighs while looking up to see your reactions. He loved seeing you close your eyes to savour this feeling, breathing heavier in anticipation. He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed and licked your pussy.

“Cheol- ah fuck.” Your back arched from the bed, your hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue entered your pussy. Rapidly increasing the speed of his movement inside you, his thumb found your clit. He was pressing and circling it just the way he knew would push you closer to the edge. 

“I’m so close, please don’t stop - please.” He sucks and licks harder at your inside, then everything stops. Seungcheol gets up from between your legs, licking his lips from your juice, smirking, watching you groan and squirming in need of release. 

“You really think I’m gonna let you come that easily?” Seungcheol sucks roughly on the hickey he placed above one of your nipples, biting into it making you moan in pleasure. “Want to cum so badly baby? You know how it is when you’re being punished.. Unless, do you still want Taemin ?”

“No,.. not Taemin. Just you, you, I want you.” You breathed out quickly, his face in your neck, his soft hair tickling your sensitive skin..

“You sure, baby? You seemed pretty excited about him just now.. Was I mistaken, or did something change your mind?” His fingers back to playing with your pussy, circling your clit with his thumb as two fingers slipped back into your hole. Moaning and dropping your head back as he moves his fingers inside you. Seungcheol groans against your neck as he feels your walls squeeze around his fingers. His dick was growing inside his grey sweatpants just from hearing you, the sounds you’re making was music to his ears. His fingers set a fast pace to drag you close to the edge again.

“Please ch-cheol. I’m sorry please - please fuck me.” You were desperate to come at this point, tears were forming in your eyes. Of course, Seungcheol couldn’t help but be satisfied, watching you stare at his face, mouth open, and glossy eyes. He wanted to make you forget about Taemin, and he did.

“Do you deserve it, baby ?” His smirk never leaves his face as he caresses your cheek with his other hand.

“YES! Please, yes, yes, yes! Cheol, I’m begging you.”

His gaze locked with yours—loving,  for just a moment–he felt so lucky to have you. He slipped his fingers out of you and untied your wrists, kissing each of them before turning you over onto your stomach. 

“On all fours, baby,” he demanded, tapping your hips and making room for you to undress. He unbuckled his belt and pants, throwing them across the room while you patiently waited on your knees with your ass on full display. You were growing impatient, swaying your ass in front of him, earning a firm slap for you to calm down. You could feel the mattress sink as Seungcheol positioned himself behind you, gripping your waist, dragging you closer to him. 

You knew he was smirking when you felt him tease your cunt with the tip of his cock, and it only grew wider when you whined for more. He continued teasing you, slowly pushing until he settled deep inside of you., resting for a moment, groaning as you squeezed around him - he was so big, you felt so full. He slowly slides out of you before gripping your waist tighter, thrusting into you without any warning. You moaned for more, needed more, you wanted him to move and almost destroy you from the inside. 

“Please, Cheol.. Harder”, he didn't say anything and simply chose to act. His thrusts were aggressive and deep. Your hands are holding on to the bed sheets to keep steady, gripping as he fucked you as hard as he could. You asked for it– from your behaviour and words– and he was delivering it all. Your hips matched his rhythm, meeting him in the middle of his thrusts, causing Seungcheol to groan at each thrust.

Your insides were twitching around him, which was hinting that your high was close. He knew you were close, and you honestly thought he was going to close down again, teasing you until the end, but you were so wrong. He slides out of you to turn you around so he could see your fucked out face. He thrusted deep into you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled back. He loved seeing your reactions, his hand came to wrap around your throat, slightly squeezing it for you to look at him. Satisfied to see you look at him, mouth open, whining his name - he began to fuck you harder than before. His dick so big inside of you, none stop kissing that special spot of yours, pushing you further to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you told him, breath heavy.

“Seungcheol! I’m gonna cum, cheol..” you were panting but you got no answers. He didn’t seem to stop either, he kept his thrust inside of you steady.

“I’m not going to stop fucking your pretty pussy just yet. I’ll keep on going until I get to cum. I told you, I’ll make you remember only my name. You might as well scream it so loud even the neighbours know my name.” his grip on your throat was tighter, he meant every word he said. He didn't stop his movements, as if it was possible, he got rougher, making you come on the spot, and he kept going. 

You were completely fucked out for him, he was using you, making you his. You chanted his name over and over again, not growing tired of saying it. He won this time. 

Seungcheol’s groans got louder and louder. He called your name as his grip on your throat and waist tightened. He was on the edge of coming.

“Do you want me to come inside your pussy or no? Do you deserve it?” He asked, even throwing some more teasing as he was close to coming.

“Inside, I want you inside–please.”

And then, it hits you–you both came undone, hard, his trust deep, and stopped all his movements. You could feel your inside getting filled by his hot cum, coming so much your inside felt full. He pulled out of you smiling at himself to admire his work of art, his cum dripping out of you. He caressed your body, calming you as you came down from your high. This orgasm felt so good, your breath heavy as you watched him admire you, his eyes were full of love.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often, it looks good on you”, you laughed at him and pulled him by the neck to kiss him on the lips.

“Shut up, I’m not jealous.” He had no reason to be; you were his, but you loved seeing him jealous regardless. You felt love.

The apartment was quiet again, the only sound you could hear was the soft rustling of sheets and mingled breaths. You lay curled against Seungcheol’s chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.

“So,” he said after a long moment, his voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “Still thinking about Taemin?”

You laughed, slapping his chest lightly. “Not even a little. You made sure of that.”

“Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Just remember—you’re mine.”

“Always,” you replied, snuggling closer. “But just so you know, I’m totally going to his next concert.”

Seungcheol groaned, burying his face in your hair. “You’re impossible.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “And you’re jealous. But don’t worry—I’ll always come home to you.”

“You better,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words. “Or I’ll have to remind you again.”

You smiled, your eyes drifting shut. “I’m counting on it.”

You woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Seungcheol humming in the kitchen. You stretched lazily, your body was sore, but you wore a contented smile on your face as you remembered the events of the previous night. Seungcheol had definitely made his point, and you couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it.

You padded into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “Morning,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his shirtless back.

“Morning,” he replied, turning around to kiss you properly. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” you said with a grin. “Thanks to you.”

He smirked, handing you a cup of coffee. “Good. Just remember who’s responsible for that.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the coffee. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning against the counter. “But you love me anyway.”

“I do,” you admitted, smiling up at him. “Even if you are a little jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Jealous? Me? Never.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure, Seungcheol. Whatever you say.”

He pulled you closer, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Just remember—you’re mine. No matter how many concerts you go to.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I know. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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He’d been restless all day.

Not anxious. Not exactly. But… fidgety. The kind of nervous energy he tried to hide by cleaning things that didn’t need to be cleaned, by rearranging cookies on the plate, by checking the timer on the oven despite having nothing in it.

You caught him peeking into the bedroom twice.

You pretended not to notice, because watching him try to be subtle was honestly adorable. You just couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

By the time evening settled in, the sky outside was dimming into a deep winter blue, you were curled on the couch under a big fluffy blanket, tracing shapes on your mug of hot chocolate. The soft heat, the smell of marshmallow, the glow of the tree—it was the kind of moment where everything felt warm in slow motion.

That’s when you heard him clear his throat.

Overly dramatic. Meaning, he was nervous.

You looked up.

Seungcheol stood in front of you in his cream sweater, sleeves pushed up to reveal the strong lines of his forearms. His hair was slightly tousled from running his hands through it—more evidence of nerves. And in his hands, held with an almost comedic level of care, was a small box wrapped in perfect red-and-white paper.

The ribbon on top gleamed like satin.

Your chest warmed at the sight.

“I, uh…” He cracked a small grin. “Got you something.”

You sat up straight, setting your mug aside. “Is this the thing you kept pretending wasn’t a secret?”

He raised a brow as if scandalised. “I’ll have you know I am excellent at hiding surprises.”

And you simply stared at him, with that “sure” look on your face.

He deflated instantly. “Okay, maybe not excellent. But I tried. That counts for something.”

You patted the cushion beside you. “Come sit.”

He obeyed, though reluctantly—like his nerves were still tugging at him. When he sat, his knee brushed yours before he tucked one leg beneath the other, body angled toward you.

He placed the box in your lap.

It looked too neat, too perfectly wrapped to have been done casually. You ran your finger along the edge of the bow, feeling the satin slip.

“Cheol,” you said softly, “it’s beautiful.”

He looked down, his cheeks faintly pink. “It’s just wrapping paper.”

“No. It’s the way you wrapped it.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he ducked his head, pretending to straighten a wrinkle in his sweater even though there wasn’t one.

“You gonna open it?” he asked, voice quieter, almost unsure.

You nodded and slipped a finger beneath the ribbon. It came loose easily, sliding apart as it had just been waiting for you.

Seungcheol watched in absolute silence.

You peeled the paper away, lifted the lid, and your breath caught.

The charm bracelet glimmered softly against the velvet cushion. Tiny silver snowflakes, each shaped a little differently, sparkled under the warm light of the Christmas tree. Delicate. Elegant. Beautiful.

Your heart squeezed.

“Cheol…” Your voice wavered without your permission. “It’s… it’s stunning.”

His whole body seemed to relax, his shoulders dropping as if he’d been carrying tension since morning. “Really? You like it? I wasn’t sure if it was your style or if maybe it was too simple or too—”

“Baby.”

He stopped immediately, eyes widened.

“It’s perfect,” you said.

A smile bloomed across his face—slow, warm, melting in the way only he could manage.

He took the bracelet from the box carefully. “Can I put it on you?”

You nodded and offered your wrist. He held it gently, thumb brushing the soft skin near your pulse as he fastened the clasp. His touch lingered a moment longer than he needed to, warm and grounding.

You turned your wrist, watching the snowflakes catch the light. Your chest felt full. Too full. Full in the way that made you want to hold onto him and not let go.

And maybe you felt a little bold. Maybe the Christmas lights made it easier to be brave. Or maybe it was simply the way he was looking at you—like you were something precious.

So instead of setting the ribbon aside…

You picked it up.

Seungcheol blinked. “Um… you planning to rewrap it?”

You smiled. “Not quite.”

You stood, tugging him gently to his feet. “Come here.”

He followed without question, eyes curious, lips parted slightly.

You wrapped the ribbon around his arm—right where the sweater clung to his bicep—and tied it gently into a bow. Your fingers brushed his skin through the knit, warm and solid, and Seungcheol’s breath hitched just barely.

He looked from the bow to your face.

“…What’s this for?” he asked softly.

You stepped closer, close enough to feel his warmth, close enough to smell the faint hint of pine on his skin. “You’re a gift too.”

The room went quiet—except for the muffled music and the soft patter of snow outside.

Seungcheol stared at you. And then his expression shifted—surprise fading into something softer, warmer, deeper. His lips curved into a slow smile that looked like it came straight from his heart.

He flexed, just a little, and the ribbon tightened around his arm.

“Then,” he murmured, voice dropping into that low, warm tone that always got to you, “I’m all yours.”

There it was—that spark in your chest.

You swallowed, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and Seungcheol. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, stepping closer until your toes touched. “Always.”

His hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering at the curve of your jaw.

You leaned into his touch without thinking.

“Do you…” Seungcheol hesitated, his breath catching. “Do you know how happy it makes me, being yours?”

Your heart twisted gently. “You make me happy too, Cheol.”

He exhaled shakily. “Good. I’ve been trying.”

“You don’t have to try,” you whispered. “You just… are.”

His eyes softened like melting caramel.

He touched the snowflake charm on your bracelet with one careful finger. “I wanted you to have something pretty. Something that reminds you of me when I’m not with you. Something that says… you matter.”

Your throat tightened.

You stepped even closer, until your chest brushed his sweater. “You didn’t have to buy me anything to tell me that.”

“I know,” he said, smiling softly. “But I wanted to.”

He rested his forehead against yours, warm and gentle, breath fanning softly over your lips.

Outside, the snow kept falling.

Inside, everything felt like warmth and soft music and the steady beat of a heart you’d come to know as well as your own.

He whispered, “Merry Christmas.”

You whispered back, “Merry Christmas, Cheol.”

He smiled again—the kind of smile that felt like a hug.

And then he wrapped his arms around you. Tight. Secure. Tender. You melted into him easily, your cheek fitting perfectly against his chest. The ribbon pressed lightly against you, the bow brushing your sweater.

He laughed quietly, chest vibrating against you. “Guess I really am your present.”

You grinned into his sweater. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“You sure?” he teased, voice warm. “Better than the bracelet?”

“Much better.”

He squeezed you tighter. “Good. Because you’re mine too.”

You didn’t need mistletoe.

You didn’t need fireworks or grand gestures.

Just him. His warmth, his voice, his arms. His ribboned arm holding you like you were something worth cherishing.

Christmas lights flickered across the room, reflecting in the silver bracelet on your wrist.

Seungcheol kissed the top of your head—soft, lingering.

And in the warmth of his embrace, nestled in the glowing hush of winter, you realized:

This moment, this person, was everything you’d ever wanted.

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“You’re back,” he said, setting his phone aside. “How was the concert?”

You practically floated over to the couch, dropping down next to him with a dreamy sigh. “Oh my god, Jaemin, it was amazing. Taemin was... unreal. Like, how is one person even allowed to be that hot and that talented? His dancing? His voice? Ugh, I’m ruined. Completely ruined.”

Jaemin’s lips twitched, and you thought for an instant that you witnessed a flicker of something cross his face, but it was gone before you could place it. “Oh, really? That good, huh?”

You nodded vigorously, too caught up in your excitement to notice the way his jaw tightened. “Yes! He did ‘Move’ and ‘Criminal,’ and I swear, the way he moved his hips—” You fanned yourself dramatically, laughing. “I think I ascended to another plane of existence.”

Jaemin leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms, showing off his biceps in the process. “Sounds like you had fun,” he said, his tone light but with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place.

“I did! But you should’ve been there. You would’ve understood. Taemin is just... wow.” You sighed again, leaning your head back against the couch, still lost in the memory of the concert.

Jaemin watched you for a moment, his expression softening despite himself. You knew that in his mind, you were adorable when you were this excited, but there was a tiny, nagging part of him that didn’t like how much you were gushing over someone else. Even if it was Taemin.

“Well,” he said, standing up abruptly, “since you’re so impressed with Taemin’s dancing, maybe I should remind you that your boyfriend isn’t too bad either.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “What are you—”

Before you could finish, Jaemin grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. He spun you around playfully, making you laugh as he started moving to an imaginary beat. His movements were exaggerated and silly at first, but then he shifted into something smoother, his body rolling in a way that made your breath catch.

“Jaemin,” you giggled, trying to keep up with him. “What are you doing?”

“Showing off,” he said with a smirk, pulling you closer. “He’s not the only one who can move, you know.”

You laughed, your hands resting on his shoulders as he guided you into a slow, rhythmic sway. “Okay, okay, you’re good. Really good. Happy now?”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. His hands slid to your waist, holding you firmly as he pressed you against the couch. His hips rolled against yours in a deliberate, teasing motion, and your laughter died in your throat.

“Jaemin,” you said, your voice breathy now. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear. “Or are you just realizing that you don’t need to go to a concert to see someone hot and talented?”

You shivered, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter. “You’re jealous,” you accused, though there was no real heat in your words.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “But I think I’m doing a pretty good job of reminding you who you come home to.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off with a kiss, deep and possessive, leaving no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

“Still thinking about Taemin?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You shook your head quickly, your eyes wide. “Nope. Not at all.”

“Good,” he said, his grin widening. “Because I’m not done reminding you.”

He gently spread your thighs and hooked them around his hips, settling between them as he continued the movements he started earlier. He was hungry, and he had a purpose. He groaned in satisfaction as his mouth roamed, licking and biting your neck and shoulders. He grinded his core against you more firmly with each rolling of his hips, and your moans spilling out when you returned the friction.

“Jaemin…” you breathed out as his lips kept digging at your skin, making you his meal. “Baby, calm down…. just a little-” but whatever you were about to say left your mind as Jaemin started showing very special attention to that specific spot on your neck. Biting hard, making you scream his name as he smirked against your skin, feeling proud of your reaction. He kept going, pressing and rolling his hips against yours, holding your hips tightly while marking your necks, dragging his tongue all over.

“You taste so sweet, baby.”

Your boyfriend is insane. Mad. But you love him, and you love the way he knows you and your body to a tee. You can’t help but grip his hair with your right hand and hold the coach with the other.

“Not talking about Taemin anymore now, are we?” He whispers, teasing you to the fullest, bringing back what started it all.

“Fuck, Jaemin… ”

His left hand is dragging lower on your body, to palm your core under your skirt - slowly drawing circles over your clit, not caring about ruining your panties.

His hips and fingers are working hard, stimulating you, making you whine and squirm all over the place. Your hand grips hard in his hair, making him groan and kiss you harder in return.

You couldn’t help but move your hips against his hard member, both letting out sounds of pleasure.

“You.. feel so good Jaemin.” you softly gasped out. Talking had become way more difficult than it should have.

And sometimes, just the simplest sentence could break a man, his mind almost going blank. His hand focuses on your core ,and his hips press exactly where you need him, mercilessly grinding. Your mind was as dazed as his, the hand holding the coach now under his shirt, scratching his toned back, holding him closer than physically possible.

His response to your neediness was grabbing your throat with his free hand, forcing you to look at him, allowing you to see how wrecked you were just from grinding against him. Smirking, he returned to attacking your mouth, sucking on your tongue. You both were gone, drunk on each other.

“I- Jaemin..” you moaned into his mouth, gasping, “I-I’m close..”

“Me too baby,.. fuck me too,” he let out, never stopping his movement on you until the end.

Release came crashing onto both of you, loud moans, panting while breathing.

Jaemin rested his head against your marked shoulder, holding you tight as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hands are still all over each other, staying in this position until you come down from your orgasm, kissing the top of his head.

“You feeling good, baby?” he softly asked you as he was raising his head to look at you.

You just hummed in response, smiling back at him and stealing a kiss from his lips.

“Not jealous at all, right ?” you teased him, a bright smile on your lips, watching his face change, almost offended by this statement.

He tickled your side in response, making you squirm and laugh out loud. A smile formed across his face, and anyone could tell that Jaemin loved you just by seeing the way he was looking at you. He cherished you.

He kissed your forehead, whispering an “I love you,” and decided to carry you bridal-style up the stairs to the shower and then to bed.

Today really was incredible for two reasons, just don’t tell Jaemin you said that.

bonus scene

The following day, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you was really paying attention. You were scrolling through your phone, still buzzing from the concert, while Jaemin pretended to watch the screen, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders.

“Look at this,” you said suddenly, holding up your phone to show him a video from the concert. “Taemin did this move during ‘Idea,’ and it was insane. Like, how does he even do that?”

Jaemin glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable. “Hmm. Impressive.”

You didn’t seem to notice his lack of enthusiasm. “Right? And his outfit—ugh, he looked so good. I mean, the leather pants? The mesh shirt? It should be illegal.”

Jaemin’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. “Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” you said, completely missing the edge in his voice. “But you know what would’ve made it even better? If you were there with me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. “Oh, so you could compare my dancing to Taemin’s in real time?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Don’t be like that. You know you’re my favorite.”

“Do I?” he asked, his voice dropping as he turned to face you. “Because it sounds like Taemin might be giving me a run for my money.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on your lips. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” he asked, his hands sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer. “Maybe I just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he leaves no room for argument by kissing you, sweeter than the previous night. You could feel him smiling against your lips, his hands moved to your hips, holding you close, his body hovering over yours.

“Jaemin,” you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he murmured against your lips. “But you love it.”

You didn’t argue because he was right. And as he kissed you again, you realized that no concert, no matter how amazing, could ever compare to this. No one could ever make you feel the way he did.

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Had it been any other day you would have already gone to bed, but, it was Valentine’s Day, and you felt the need to stay up for him tonight. You didn’t mind him not being home for this special day—you knew how important work was for him, and it was something that you were okay with.

He would make it up for you. He always did.

Finally, the door creaked open, and there he was —your tired, overworked boyfriend, standing in the doorway with his suit still on. You can practically feel the weight of the day hanging around him. He looked exhausted, his broad shoulders slumped, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he slipped his shoes off.

You watched him for a moment, taking in the sight of him, knowing just how much he’d been pushing himself lately. You can see the strain on his face, the last thing he needs is to be left alone with his thoughts. You wouldn’t let that happen, not tonight at least.

You approached him before he could get too comfortable, stepping softly toward him while wearing one of his shirts paired with pink shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The kind that made you feel both cozy and confident. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow playfully, but there was a hint of concern behind your teasing gaze.

"You’re late," you say, a gentle accusation in your voice.

Seungcheol looks at you, his lips curling into a tired but genuine smile. "I know, I’m sorry," he says, his voice low, but you can hear the weariness in it. "It’s been one of those days."

You know exactly what he meant. He said it all the time. But it never stopped you from worrying, especially when he’s gone all day, getting caught up in the never-ending cycle of meetings, deadlines, and calls.

"You’re always saying that," you tease, but it’s softer than it sounds. "You’re always working so hard. Are you ever going to let me take care of you?"

A brief pause follows, and you see the hint of guilt flash across his face. You hate when he feels guilty, even though you know he can’t help it.

"I promise I’ll make it up to you," he says, stepping closer as if trying to reassure you—and maybe himself, too.

And he will make it up to you, one way or another. But before he can say anything else, you act on impulse. You reach for his tie, grabbing hold of it with a sudden surge of energy.

"Hey!" Seungcheol laughs in surprise as you pull him toward the couch. He stumbles slightly, but you guide him down easily, tugging him until he’s sitting down.

“Stop laughing,” you say, smirking. “I’m trying to help you relax.”

You sat on his lap, straddling him as your hands worked on his tie, undoing it with practiced ease. His jacket was already slipping off his shoulders, but you weren’t done yet. You could feel the stiffness in his body, the tension clinging onto him even after the long day. You won’t let him stay like this. Not while you’re here. Not while he was under you.

“Let me take care of you,” you murmured, the words soft but firm. "You deserve a break."

He chuckled, but there was something softer behind his laughter. "You always know what I need," he says, his voice low, a little tired but somehow full of affection.

You look at him as you work, your fingers deftly loosening his shirt, watching the tension melt away from his face as you carefully help him strip off the layers of his workday. There was something soothing about this process, it felt grounding in a way, especially when he leaned into your touch. His warmth was comforting—like a weight you’ve come to rely on, something that was as familiar as your own heartbeat. And him, just him - looked so good. 

You’re so in love with this man.

“You always look so serious in that suit,” you tease again, glancing up at him. "It’s good to see you out of it for once."

Seungcheol smiles, a little tired but appreciative. "I’m serious about work, you know that."

“And I’m serious about making you relax,” you reply, your tone playful but affectionate. You begin to unbutton his shirt, your fingers brushing against his skin as you move down each button, carefully peeling away the layers of his day. “Just let me do this for you."

He doesn't fight you. Not really. Instead, he lets you, letting out a slow breath as he sinks into the couch, his hands resting high on your thighs. He looks like he’s falling into a peaceful calm, his posture loosening, the weight of the day falling away.

“Are you cold?” he asks suddenly, his voice soft, as he looks down at your pajamas.

You shrug, not really caring.“I’m fine,” you say with a smile. "But you—" You pause, your eyes flickering to his half-unbuttoned shirt and the tiredness still clinging to him.. "You’re not fine. Let me take care of you, okay?"

He smiles again, the fatigue melting from his eyes as he watches you work. He’s always so serious, always the one taking care of everyone else. 

But tonight? 

Tonight, he was yours to take care of. 

And you clearly had something in mind to make him feel better.

You lean down to kiss him. He hums into the kiss, bringing you even closer to him, arms holding onto your waist tightly. He felt himself growing addicted to feeling the comforting warmth of your body. His tongue softly bit at your bottom lip, making you open up, welcoming his tongue to lick into your mouth. Your hands glide up on his chest to find the nape of his hair. He loves when your hands are in his hair, tugging at it, making him growl loudly. The atmosphere gets hotter from the kisses he gives you, you can’t help but let soft whines escape your lips.

Your reactions made Seungcheol smirk while he kissed you, but that wasn’t going to last for long. Instinctively, you roll your hips down onto him, making him groan against you. All you’ve done so far is kiss, but you both got so worked up—and you loved it.

You keep rolling your hips, small whimpers escaping your mouth as you chase any kind of friction you can get. Your hands slid down onto his shoulders, needing more support as you grinded harder against him.

Seungcheol could feel himself getting hard from the way you were grinding on him and from the way you were whimpering in his mouth. He grabs your hips tightly, shifting you right on top of his clothed cock. You don’t seem to notice at first, but when his cock twitches against your thigh, you pull away from him, staring down.

“Don’t stop moving,” he groans out, you feel his mouth on your neck, slowly biting down as he starts giving you hickeys. “Fuck, I love your moans so much, you sound so good for me.”

He pulled back from your neck so he could see how good you looked, only for him. He curses silently when he sees how much of a mess you are; flushed face, parted mouth letting out moans, and your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You could feel his clothed cock twitch under you.

“Your body is so hot Cheol, so warm, so hard.”

You were desperate in your movement and will to make him cum hard, knowing the man under you felt just as good. You felt proud knowing that it was you who was making him feel that way. You felt the need to get yourself off with him, you needed him.

His hands wandered down, grasping at your ass. He was no better than you, letting out low grunts every single time his hips rolled to meet yours. He helped you roll your hips, grinding harshly down on him.

Seungcheol could easily flip you over and fuck you hard on the sofa but he doesn’t. You had this special moment for him in mind, to pleasure him and he was more than content with where you were now. He tilts his head back, a hiss of air escaping from his clenched teeth as his fingers dig into your hips. He can't stop the little laugh that follows the exhale because you're driving him crazy. Your lips attack his throat as your hips descend sinisterly on his.

“Fuck...” he wanted to get all those clothes off but at the same time, the way you were rubbing against him felt too good. He couldn't even think about telling you what he wanted. He felt like he was going to cum like that.

“You're so hard for me Cheol.”

You hear his low laugh against your jaw before Seungcheol bites the flesh there. You were a fucking tease. He revels in the sound of your breath catching as he wiggles against your own arousal. Your trousers were soaking wet from wanting him so badly.

“You're trying to make me come like this”, Seungcheol's hand tangles in the hair on the back of your head, making you moan his name, as he pulls to look into your eyes. He laughs at the smile on your lips at his words and the feel of your hips rolling against his bulge.

“Will you Cheol? Cum with me just by doing this?” Your head fell on top of his shoulder, licking and biting the available skin.

His hands grip your hips, setting a pace for you as he grinds you harder against him. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, not when he’s holding you and letting out groans of your name. Watching you restlessly chasing your climax pushes him over the edge.

You enjoy the silence only the sound of you both breathing heavily can be heard, slowly coming down from your high. Seungcheol holds you regardless of how hot you two feel.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” he murmurs, his voice almost barely above a whisper. "I haven’t been able to relax properly in so long."

Your heart swells, and without saying a word, you shift closer to him, resting your head against his chest. You love the feeling of his strong arms holding you; you would never refuse him. The familiar rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his skin — that was all you needed to know that everything was okay.

"Yeah," you reply softly, your voice barely audible. “We can stay like this as long as you need.”

The world outside falls silent, and all that’s left is the sound of his heartbeat and your own, in your quiet home. You cherished these moments.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers after a long while.

You raise your head to look at him, your fingers gently brushing across his jaw. "You do," you reply simply, your voice full of affection. "You just need to remember how to breathe sometimes."

He smiles, a slow, genuine curve of his lips. "I’ll try to remember. Happy Valentine’s Day my love, I’ll make it up for you."

You know he will make it up eventually. It’s during moments like these—when his arms tighten around you— that you realize nothing else matters. Work, deadlines, all the pressures—those things can wait. What matters now is the peacefulness between you and the way you fit together in this small, quiet space.

For tonight, home isn’t a place. It was just the two of you, tangled together on the couch, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside forgotten.

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You were everything a child could ask for in a teacher—warm, caring, and endlessly patient. Your laughter was infectious, and your ability to make every child feel seen and heard was unmatched. You had a particular soft spot for one student in your class, a tiny boy named Seungwoo. He was shy, and often a bit reserved, but there was something in his wide eyes and sweet smile that melted your heart every time.

That day, Seungwoo had stayed after school, as he often did, for some extra playtime in the reading zone waiting for his father to pick him up. His classmates had all gone home, and you had promised him you'd watch his favorite cartoon together. And so, there you both were—Seungwoo nibbling on a cookie as he snuggled into a pillow beside you.

"Are you sure your mom and dad don't mind you staying a bit longer, Seungwoo?" you asked softly, your eyes twinkling with affection as you handed him another cookie.

Seungwoo shook his head, a tiny smile forming on his lips. "Dad's always busy, but he likes it when I stay here. He says I’m safe with you."

Your heart swelled with warmth at his words. "Well, you're safe with me anytime, sweetie. And I'll always have cookies and cartoons waiting for you."

Just as the cartoon reached its climax, the sound of the door opening made you turn. Standing in the doorway, looking every bit as polished and serious as he always did, was Choi Seungcheol, the CEO of a major tech company. Also well known for his handsome looks. His sharp dark suit and expensive watch contrasted with the cozy, colorful childlike atmosphere of the classroom, but the sight before him made his chest tighten.

There, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was his son Seungwoo, laughing and enjoying his time with you. You were sharing cookies, the kind you always baked with your students in mind, and sipping on fruit juice as you watched the cartoon. The sight of you—your gentle smile as you carefully adjusted a pillow for Seungwoo, the way Seungwoo’s face lit up every time you spoke—was so pure, so heartwarming, that Seungcheol’s heart skipped a beat.

His usual sharp and composed demeanor faltered for a split second as he stood there, taking in the moment. He hadn’t expected to find such a sweet scene after his long day of meetings, but it was exactly what he needed to see. It felt like everything he had worked so hard for—his long hours and high-pressure job—was being undone by something as simple as this: someone’s love and attention for his son.

You noticed him standing there, and your face lit up in that familiar, welcoming smile. "Ah, Mr. Choi! I didn’t expect you this late. Seungwoo wanted to stay a little longer, so we’re just finishing up with some cookies and a cartoon. How was your meeting?"

Seungcheol couldn’t help but smile, softer than usual. "It went well, thank you. I’m sorry for being late."

Seungwoo, noticing his father, scrambled to his feet, rushing over to him with a bright grin. "Dad! You’re here!" he exclaimed, holding up a cookie in the offering. "Want one?"

Seungcheol’s heart melted at his son’s enthusiasm. "Sure," he said, crouching down to accept the cookie, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. You smiled at him kindly, and for the first time in a long while, Seungcheol felt his shoulders relax.

As they all sat together on the blanket, Seungwoo between you two, Seungcheol found himself drawn into the warmth of the moment. The laughter and comfort that filled the room seemed to melt away the tension of his busy, corporate life. It was strange, how just being in this simple, peaceful setting made everything feel... right.

Over the next few weeks, Seungcheol made a quiet promise to himself. He had always been a man of routine, arriving at the school late after long hours of meetings, but now he found himself arriving just a little earlier each day. He would make sure to stop by the classroom after work, even if just for a few minutes. He wanted to see that smile you always greeted him with, to hear your gentle voice speaking to his son, making him feel safe and cared for.

Every time he saw you, a flutter would rise in his chest. You were so effortlessly kind, so good to Seungwoo. He had never realized how much of an impact a teacher could have on a child’s life until now. And perhaps—just perhaps—he was beginning to wonder what kind of impact you could have on his life, too.

One afternoon, as he arrived a little earlier than usual, you were sitting at your desk, grading papers with a focused expression. Your hair was loosely tied back, and the soft light from the window framed your face in a way that made you look even more beautiful. Seungcheol hesitated for a moment before knocking softly on the doorframe.

"Hi," he said, his voice low but steady.

You looked up and smiled warmly. "Mr. Choi, you’re early today. Is everything alright?"

He took a deep breath, the weight of the moment not lost on him. "Yes. Everything’s fine," he replied. "I... I just wanted to say thank you. For everything you do for Seungwoo. He really loves being here with you."

You blinked in surprise at the sincerity in his voice. "It’s my pleasure, Mr. Choi. Seungwoo is such a sweet boy. He’s a joy to have in class."

Seungcheol’s heart skipped a beat at your words. He stood there for a moment longer, unsure of how to express what he was feeling. But there, in the quiet space of the classroom, he realized that perhaps some things didn’t need words. Not yet, anyway.

As he walked over to where Seungwoo was playing with a set of blocks, you joined them, and for the first time in a long while, Seungcheol didn’t mind staying a little longer. He knew he would be coming to school more often now, not just to pick up his son, but because—perhaps—there was more to discover in this little classroom with its cozy reading zone, pillows, and blankets.

It wasn’t just the cookies that kept him coming back. It was you.

The following days seemed to pass in a blur, but each one held something special for him. He found himself eagerly anticipating the moment when he'd arrive at the school, hoping to catch just a glimpse of you. And it wasn’t just about Seungwoo anymore—though, of course, he adored his son and cherished the time they spent together. But there was something else now, something he couldn't quite put into words, that drew him back to the classroom every day.

Each afternoon, he would arrive a little earlier, hoping to find the moment when you and Seungwoo were still together, sharing their cookies and watching cartoons. He loved the way you laughed at the silly moments in the show and the way you gently encouraged Seungwoo to try new things, even as you made him feel comfortable at his own pace.

One particular Thursday, Seungcheol arrived with a little more excitement than usual. He had no meetings scheduled for the afternoon, so he was able to leave work early. When he entered the school, he was greeted by the soft murmur of children’s voices and the sweet scent of cookies wafting through the hallway. He smiled to himself as he walked toward the classroom. He could hear the familiar sound of your voice before he even reached the door.

"Okay, Seungwoo, what’s your guess? Will it be the blue one or the green one?"

Seungwoo giggled. "The green one! It’s always the green one!"

He stopped for a moment, listening to the laughter. He couldn't help but smile, feeling warmth in his chest. He pushed open the door and saw a familiar scenery—Seungwoo sitting on the blanket, legs crossed, with you beside him. You were playing a guessing game, and there were cookies scattered around. Your eyes lit up when you saw him.

"Mr. Choi! You’re here early today!" you said, your voice full of pleasant surprise.

Seungcheol, slightly embarrassed by how eager he felt, nodded. "I finished my work early. Thought I’d pick Seungwoo up and maybe stay for a bit."

You smiled warmly, your gaze lingering just a little longer than usual. "You’re welcome to join us, of course. We were just playing a game. Want to try?"

Seungwoo looked up, his face lighting up. "Dad, you can play too! We’re guessing the color of the candy!"

He chuckled, feeling an unexpected sense of comfort. He was used to boardroom meetings, not children's games, but something about being in this space with you and Seungwoo made him feel at ease. "Alright, I’ll give it a try," he said, taking a seat on the floor beside them. The warmth of the moment was enough to make him forget the hectic hours he spent in high-rise offices.

As you played the game, he found himself enjoying the simplicity of the moment. He listened to Seungwoo’s innocent guesses and watched you with encouraging smiles. Your laughter echoed in his heart, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was experiencing something rare, something that transcended the world of high-powered deals and deadlines.

It was clear that you had a way of making everyone around you feel special. Your love for teaching, your care for each student, and your kindness toward them had started to make a significant impact. He found himself lingering a little longer each day, unable to tear himself away from the peaceful atmosphere you created in that little classroom.

By Friday, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Seungcheol realized that he was beginning to look forward to his time together with you, even if it was just a few minutes at the end of the day. He wanted to know more about the person who had become such an important part of his son’s life. And—though he couldn’t quite admit it yet—he wanted to know more about the woman who made his heart skip every time you smiled at him.

The day dragged on longer than usual, but Seungcheol finally made his way to the school, arriving as the final bell rang. He didn’t rush this time; he took his time, knowing he had a few extra minutes to spare. When he walked into the classroom, he found you packing up some of your things.

"Miss Y/N," he said, his voice a little softer than usual, "I wanted to thank you again for everything you’ve been doing for Seungwoo. He really enjoys his time here, and I can tell he’s learning so much from you."

You smiled up at him from the desk, your eyes warm and kind. "It’s my pleasure, Mr. Choi. Seungwoo is such a bright boy. I’m really lucky to have him in my class."

There was a quiet pause between you two, and you felt something shift in the air, a subtle, unspoken connection that had been growing stronger with each day. He had to take a deep breath before speaking again.

"I was wondering… if you might be free sometime? Maybe we could grab a coffee? Just… as a thank you. You know, for all the kindness you’ve shown Seungwoo and for making me feel so welcome."

The words hung in the air between you. For a brief moment, Seungcheol cursed himself for being so straightforward, so vulnerable. But when he looked at you, he saw your smile soften, your eyes lighting up in a way that made his heart race.

"I’d love that," you said, your voice gentle. "I’m usually free on weekends if that works for you."

A surge of relief washed over him. "That sounds perfect. I’ll let you know when."

You exchanged numbers with a small, tentative smile, both of you feeling the weight of what this moment might mean. Seungcheol could feel his pulse quicken at the thought of spending more time with you, outside the classroom. He had known for a while now that there was something special about you, something that made him feel alive in ways you hadn't expected.

When you left the school that afternoon, your heart was full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time. The thought of meeting him for coffee and talking about something other than Seungwoo and school made your chest tighten in excitement. You hadn’t allowed yourself to imagine this kind of connection in years, but now, with every smile from him, you felt yourself pulling closer.

As the days passed, you looked forward to your coffee date, knowing that this was just the beginning of something that felt as sweet and simple as the cookies you’d shared in that classroom, surrounded by pillows and laughter

The days that followed were filled with anticipation, and he found himself counting down the hours until Saturday. Though he had many things to do—business deals, phone calls, tasks at the office—nothing felt as important as the upcoming coffee date with you. The thought of seeing you outside of school, getting to know the person behind the kind, gentle teacher, made his heart flutter in ways he hadn’t felt in years.

Saturday finally arrived, and he made sure to arrive at the café a little early. The air was crisp, a hint of winter beginning to settle in. He stood outside, adjusting his jacket, checking his watch, running a hand through his hair. He tried hard to not look too eager, but the truth was, he had been looking forward to this moment all week.

When he saw you walking toward him, a soft smile on your face, his heart skipped a beat. You looked effortlessly beautiful, wearing a simple yet elegant dress paired with a cozy cardigan. The way you carried yourself, with grace and warmth, made you seem like you were in your element.

"Hi, Mr. Choi!" you greeted him, your voice light and friendly. "I hope I’m not late."

His nerves settled at the sound of your voice, and he couldn’t help but smile. "Not at all, Miss Y/N. I just got here a few minutes ago. I’m glad you could make it."

You walked into the café together, the scent of coffee and fresh pastries welcoming you inside. Seungcheol led you to a quiet corner, where the soft hum of conversation and the low music in the background made the space feel intimate and cozy. As he sat down, he couldn’t help but notice how at ease you seemed, how your presence brought an unexpected peace to your usually hectic world.

"I have to admit," he said, leaning back in his chair, "I wasn’t sure what to expect. I mean, we usually talk about Seungwoo, school, and all the little things in his life. But this—this feels different."

You smiled, your eyes sparkling with warmth. "I think it’s nice, don’t you? A change of pace. We get to talk about something other than lesson plans and school activities."

He chuckled, the sound deep and genuine. "Definitely. I’ve spent so much of my life focused on work and responsibilities, that I forget that there are moments like these that actually make life feel… complete. Like this. With you."

Your smile softened at your words, and you tucked a strand of hair behind you ear. "I understand what you mean. Teaching is a big part of my life, but there’s also more to it, more to me. Sometimes it’s nice to step away from the classroom and just be yourself for a moment."

Seungcheol nodded, his gaze lingering on you. He hadn’t realized until now just how much he longed for these quieter moments—the ones that weren’t filled with the buzz of the corporate world. He was used to being the one in charge, the one who always had to make decisions, led meetings, and set the pace. But with you, there was a kind of tranquility, a balance that he hadn’t known he needed.

As you talked, the conversation flowed easily. You shared stories about your childhoods, your favorite books, and even silly things like the kinds of music you liked. Your laughter was infectious, and he found himself opening up in a way he rarely did with anyone. There was a lightness to the way you spoke, a genuine interest in everything he had to say, and it made him feel like he was finally allowed to be more than just the CEO, more than just the father. For the first time in a long while, he felt… seen.

"I have to admit," you said, your smile turning playful, "I’ve always been curious about what it’s like to run a company. I mean, you’re so busy with meetings and traveling, right? How do you manage it all?"

Seungcheol leaned forward, intrigued by your question. "It’s not easy, but it’s all about balance. Finding time for the things that matter—work, yes, but also family. And now," he added, his eyes softening as they met yours, "I’m starting to think I need to make more time for things like this."

You blinked, your eyes wide as you took in his words. "Things like this?"

he hesitated for a moment before replying, his voice quieter now. "Things like… spending time with you. I know it’s unexpected, but I really enjoy these moments we’ve been sharing—getting to know you, and seeing the way you care for Seungwoo. It’s been… refreshing."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at his words, and you looked down for a moment, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "I didn’t expect that," you said, a bit shyly. "But I’m glad you feel that way. I think there’s something special about the time we’ve spent together too. You and Seungwoo have a warmth to you that’s hard to ignore."

Seungcheol smiled at your response, feeling a sudden surge of hope in his chest. This wasn’t just a fleeting moment, he realized. There was something genuine here—something that he wanted to explore further.

The coffee date continued into the evening, the conversation never running dry. You talked about everything and nothing, the kind of easy companionship that made time seem to stand still. By the time you finished your drinks, you both knew one thing for certain: you wanted more of this.

As he stood up to leave, he took a step closer to you. "I’m really glad we did this," he said, his voice sincere. "And, um… if you’re free again sometime, maybe we could do it again?"

You smiled warmly, your eyes lighting up at his words. "I’d love that."

His heart raced at the thought, but there was a calmness to it now, a certainty. He had known, even before he asked, that this was just the beginning of something. The connection between you two was undeniable, and he was more than ready to explore it.

"How about next weekend?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Next weekend sounds perfect," you replied with a smile that made his chest swell with warmth.

As you walked out of the café together, side by side, he felt like something had shifted, not just in the world around him, but within himself. Maybe it was because of the way you made him feel—like he was more than just a CEO, more than just a father. Maybe it was the quiet moments, like the ones you shared over coffee, that made him realize how much you had been missing.

And as you parted ways that night, a promise unspoken hung in the air– that this was only the beginning.

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❀ a/n┆ finally on vacations - happy holidays everyone

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Seungcheol had been particularly tired these past few days. Between practice, rehearsals, and the long hours of preparing for the group’s upcoming promotions, he was worn thin. Tonight, after a late-night recording session, he had returned to the apartment earlier than usual. But instead of his usual lively self, he had been quiet, almost withdrawn, a far cry from the energetic and playful Seungcheol you were used to.

You had made him a cup of tea, hoping it would help him relax, and he had taken it without a word of complaint. You’d sat beside him on the couch for a while, exchanging only a few words before he had leaned against you, his eyes slowly drifting closed. You didn’t mind the silence. In fact, you cherished it. But tonight, his weariness seemed to hang heavier in the air.

Glancing down at him now, you could see his broad frame slouched against the cushions, his head resting lightly against the armrest. His eyes were barely open, lashes fluttering with the effort to stay awake. You smiled softly, heart aching with affection as you reached over to gently tuck a strand of his tousled hair behind his ear.

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

“Hmmm…” he hummed in response, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“Are you alright?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair. You had always been attuned to his moods, and tonight, his exhaustion seemed to be consuming him more than usual.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, though his words were slurred. “Just tired...”

You raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see it. “Tired?” you repeated, your tone teasing. “You look like you're about to fall asleep right now. Don’t you want to move to bed ?”

Seungcheol grunted, his arms tightening around the blanket you had draped over him. He shifted closer to you, his head now leaning onto your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady.

“Maybe... just for a few minutes,” he muttered, his words trailing off into a soft yawn. “Promise... I’ll wake up after...”

You chuckled softly. "You always say that."

“I mean it this time,” he murmured, the weight of his words barely audible as his eyelids fluttered shut, and soon, he was completely still.

You couldn't help but smile at his adorable stubbornness. He was always the kind of person who prided himself on being strong, on pushing through anything. But tonight, it was clear that his body had reached its limit. You brushed your hand gently through his hair again, listening to the sound of his breathing, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

The warmth of his body against yours, the soft hum of his snores in your ear, and the quiet of the apartment filled you with a sense of peace. You could feel his tension slowly melting away as he succumbed to sleep. It wasn’t often that he let his guard down like this, so vulnerable, so human. You were glad that he felt safe enough with you to do so.

You carefully shifted to pull the blanket more snugly around him, making sure he was comfortable. As you did, your phone buzzed with a notification. You glanced down to see it was a message from one of the other members, asking if you and Seungcheol would be joining them for a late-night hangout at the studio.

You shook your head slightly, setting your phone down without replying. You didn’t mind the occasional night out with the other members, but tonight, it was clear that Seungcheol needed this time to recharge, and you weren’t about to disturb him for anything.

Instead, you ran your fingers through his hair one more time, your lips curving into a soft smile as you kissed the top of his head. He stirred slightly at the contact, but didn’t wake up. You felt the familiar warmth spread through your chest, a deep affection for this man who worked so hard, always putting others before himself.

As the night wore on, you let yourself relax into the calm of the moment. The world outside continued its busy rhythm, but inside your little apartment, it felt like time stood still. The only thing that mattered in this quiet moment was the man beside you, drifting in and out of sleep, his presence a comforting weight against your side.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he ever realized how much you appreciated him—not just for his hard work, but for the way he cared for everyone around him, the way he always made sure that you felt safe and loved, even when the world outside was chaotic. You knew he didn’t always take care of himself, always too focused on the needs of others. But you had come to realize that part of loving him was accepting the small ways he needed care too, the moments when he allowed himself to rest, to lean on you. You didn’t mind being the one to support him.

Soon, Seungcheol’s soft breathing grew steadier, deeper. You glanced down and saw that his face had softened into the most peaceful expression you’d seen all day. You smiled to yourself, knowing that he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

You reached for the remote, turning the volume down on the TV even lower so as not to disturb him, and allowed yourself to settle into the quiet night. The two of you were like this sometimes—silent, content, and wrapped in the shared comfort of each other’s presence.

Your mind wandered, remembering all the moments that had led you to this place. The first time you had met him, the nervous glances exchanged during your first few dates, the way his laugh had always made your heart skip. You had never imagined your life would be this way, with him, in this little apartment, wrapped up in the mundane yet beautiful moments of just being together.

As time passed, you found your own eyelids growing heavy, your body relaxing against the couch. You had originally intended to stay awake and watch the show, but the soothing presence of Seungcheol beside you was more than enough to lull you into a gentle doze. Slowly, you let your head fall against his, the warmth of his body and the rhythmic beat of his heart calming you.

It wasn’t long before you both drifted into a peaceful sleep together, tangled in blankets, resting easy in the quiet sanctuary of each other’s arms.

The next morning, the sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. You stirred first, blinking sleepily as you realized you had fallen asleep on the couch. Your eyes landed on Seungcheol, still nestled against your side, his features relaxed in the peaceful embrace of a deep slumber.

For a moment, you simply watched him, a quiet smile playing on your lips. His messy hair, the way his lips were slightly parted as he breathed, the way his hand rested over yours—these were the little things you loved.

You carefully shifted so as not to wake him, pulling the blanket back up over his shoulders. But just as you were about to move, you felt his hand tighten around yours.

“Mm… stay,” he mumbled sleepily, his voice still thick with drowsiness. His grip on your hand was firm, but gentle, pulling you closer.

You laughed softly, the sound barely escaping your lips. “Seungcheol, you're not even awake.”

“I am now,” he said with a sleepy grin, still half-closed eyes not quite meeting yours. He yawned, stretching against you before burying his face into your neck. “Five more minutes…”

You sighed, but you didn’t argue. You would give him five more minutes. Or ten. Or however long it took for him to rest.

Because, at that moment, you realized something: no matter how tired he was, no matter how busy the world around him seemed, he would always find a way to be there for you.

And that was more than enough.

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❀ a/n┆I've been so tiring these days teaching the kids that I've been taking naps.. something I've never done before - so I took it as inspiration, I do wish I could come home to someone and just lay down with them like this.