Stolen Moments in Colour ~ SVT!14th Member AU
Summary: Having a free day was rare and everyone spent it in different ways. You decided to spend it having an art day.
Warnings: Pure fluff
Free days were rare.
In a group of fourteen, time off felt like a miracle. When the managers announced you had a full day with no schedules, the dorm instantly burst into chaos. Mingyu declared he was going to sleep until he met God. Seokmin wanted to cook. Chan wanted to work out. Vernon vanished somewhere with headphones already on.
You, though?
You wanted an art day.
The moment the sun touched the edge of your window, you dragged your tote bag out from under your bed and laid everything across the living room floor: pencils, markers, a half-used sketchbook, a water-colored palette that had seen better days. The dorm was quiet for once… soft… peaceful.
You exhaled and began sketching.
It started simple: the rim of a coffee mug, the sunlight spilling on the hardwood floor. Lines curled, shapes formed. You didn’t realize how long you’d been working until a voice sounded behind you.
“Are you… drawing my foot?”
You blinked. Jeonghan’s socked foot was indeed in your line of sight - mid-step, as if he’d wandered into your homey little art corner without thinking.
You laughed. “Not everything is about you.”
“That’s rude,” he said, dramatically clutching his chest before settling onto the floor beside you. “Draw me next.”
You turned the page with a sigh that was far more fond than annoyed. “Fine. Don’t move.”
Jeonghan, of course, moved immediately. “Like this? Or maybe this angle-”
“Jeonghan!”
He grinned, leaning in just close enough to mess with you. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.”
He didn’t. But you still managed to finish a soft-line sketch - his hair messy, expression warm. When you showed him, he looked at it longer than expected.
“You’re really good,” he said quietly. And when he ruffled your hair before leaving.
A while later, as you were lining the edge of a new drawing, a shadow loomed behind you.
“Are you using my favorite brush?”
You froze. Woozi stood over you like a disappointed art teacher.
“It was just on the table,” you defended. “I didn’t know!”
He plucked it from your hand with a sigh, but there was a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s fine. Just… don’t leave it dirty. It’s good quality.”
“You sound like you’re scolding your kid.”
“That’s because I am,” he muttered, tapping your forehead before heading toward his room.
You chuckled and returned to your sketch.
Hours passed. Quiet, comfortable, filled with pencil scratches and watercolour stains on your fingers. By the time you’d finished your fourth drawing, your back ached. You stretched, groaning, only to hear footsteps approach.
“Wow,” Joshua said, peering over your shoulder. “These are beautiful.”
You felt your cheeks warm. “Thanks… it’s nothing special.”
“‘Nothing special,’ she says,” Joshua murmured, shaking his head with a warm smile. “We should frame these. Or at least show them to the members.”
You felt your cheeks heat immediately. “Don’t,” you mumbled, eyes dropping back to your sketchbook. “They’re just for fun.”
Joshua let out a soft laugh. “You’re cute when you get shy, you know that?”
“I’m not shy,” you protested - quietly, which only proved his point.
He reached out to gently flick a bit of dried paint from your cheek. “Mm-hm. Sure you’re not.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, more flustered than annoyed, and he grinned before heading back toward the kitchen.
“Keep drawing,” he called lightly. “You look happiest when you do.”
By late afternoon, your eyelids were heavy. You didn’t realise you’d drifted asleep on the floor until a blanket slid over your shoulders.
You stirred slightly.
A hand brushed the top of your head - warm, steady, familiar.
“Y/n,” Seungcheol’s voice was low, soft in the way he only spoke when the others were resting. “You’ll catch a cold if you sleep on the floor.”
You blinked your eyes open slowly. He was kneeling beside you, hair tied back, a gentle frown pulling at his brows.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
He glanced at your sketchbook, still open beside you.
“Can I see?” he asked.
You hesitated, but nodded.
He flipped through page after page, his expression slowly melting into something quietly proud. Your line work, your watercolours, the little portraits of the members, you watched him as carefully as he watched each drawing.
Finally, he closed the sketchbook and set it down gently.
“You worked hard today,” he said. “On your free day, too.”
You shrugged. “Drawing is relaxing.”
“I know.” He reached out and flicked your forehead lightly. “Still, don’t forget you’re allowed to rest, baby.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but your heart swelled anyway.
“Come on,” he said, pulling you up by the hand. “Let’s get you off the floor. I’ll make you tea.”
“Since when do you make tea?”
“Since my youngest member fell asleep covered in paint,” he deadpanned.
You groaned and shoved his shoulder. He only laughed - loud and warm - and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he guided you to the kitchen.
“Next free day,” he said, “you’re teaching me how to draw.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately. “I want to spend at least part of the day with you.”
You felt your chest fill with warmth, soft and steady, the kind of affection only Seungcheol could give.
“Okay,” you said, smiling into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “It’s a date.”
“A brother-sister date,” he corrected immediately.
You snorted. “Yeah, yeah.”
He ruffled your hair again - gentle, teasing, undeniably fond.
And as he set a mug of tea in front of you, you realised:
For a free day, it couldn’t have been more full.
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