Behind closed Doors | idol!Scoups x Reader | angst, fluff
Seungcheol stood in the middle of their bedroom, his eyes fixed on Y/N’s phone lying on the nightstand. It vibrated again. The screen lit up with Unknown Caller.
His chest tightened.
For weeks now, he had noticed the calls, the way Y/N would tense up every time her phone rang, the way she’d rush out of the room to answer, or sometimes ignore them altogether. At first, he tried to brush it off. He trusted her. They’d been together for over a year, and Y/N had never given him a reason to doubt her.
But lately, it was all he could think about.
And now, standing there, alone in their room, with her phone buzzing yet again, Seungcheol felt like he was about to break.
Before he could stop himself, he reached out and grabbed it.
Unknown Caller.
His thumb hovered over the screen. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Hello?” His voice came out firm but cautious.
Silence.
“Hello?” he repeated, louder this time.
Still nothing.
He frowned, his grip tightening. “Who is this?”
The line went dead.
Before he could process it, the phone vibrated again. Same number.
Seungcheol let it ring until it stopped, his heart pounding in his chest.
And then, he heard the bathroom door open.
Y/N stepped out, her hair damp and a towel wrapped securely around her body. She froze the moment she saw him standing there, holding her phone.
“Cheol?” Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of panic in her eyes.
He lifted the phone. “Who is this?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“Y/N.” His voice cracked slightly. “What’s going on? Why do you keep getting these calls? Why do you leave the room every time they come in? Why won’t you talk to me about it?”
She swallowed hard, stepping closer. “Cheol, it’s not what you think—”
“Then tell me what it is!” he cut her off, his frustration spilling out. “Because right now, it feels like you’re hiding something from me. Are you—” He hesitated, his voice quieter now. “Are you seeing someone else?”
Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. “What? No! Cheol, how could you even think that?”
“Because you’re acting like you’re hiding something!”
“I am,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “But not what you’re thinking.”
Seungcheol stared at her, his heart still racing. She suddenly looked so small, so vulnerable, and it made him feel even worse for yelling.
She let out a shaky breath and sank down onto the bed, motioning for him to come closer. “Please,” she whispered. “Sit down.”
He hesitated before finally sitting beside her. She reached for her phone and unlocked it with trembling fingers, then handed it to him.
“Look,” she said softly.
Seungcheol’s eyes scanned the screen. Missed calls. Text messages. All from Unknown Numbers.
His stomach twisted as he clicked on the messages.
“We know where you live.”
“Pay up, or we’ll ruin him.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“We’ll tell everyone about you and Seungcheol.”
He froze, his hands tightening around the phone. “What… what is this?”
“They’re sasaengs,” Y/N said quietly. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “They found out about us months ago. At first, it was just threats to expose our relationship, but then they started asking for money. They said if I didn’t pay, they’d spread lies and make your life hell. I didn’t know what to do, Cheol. I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin everything for you.”
Seungcheol looked up at her, his heart shattering at the tears streaming down her face. “You’ve been dealing with this alone? All this time?”
She nodded, wiping at her eyes. “I thought I could handle it. I didn’t want to drag you into it. I thought if I ignored them, they’d stop, but it only got worse.”
Seungcheol set the phone down and took her hands in his, squeezing them tightly. “Y/N, you should’ve told me. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“I didn’t want to lose you,” she whispered.
His chest ached at her words. “You won’t lose me,” he said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
“But what if they—”
“They won’t,” he interrupted. “I’ll talk to the company. We’ll go to the police. We’ll make sure they can’t touch you—or us.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she nodded, and Seungcheol pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
“You’re safe,” he whispered against her hair. “I’ll make sure of it.”
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The days that followed were intense, but Seungcheol didn’t leave her side for a second. Pledis immediately provided legal support, security measures, and worked with the authorities to track down the perpetrators.
The sasaengs were eventually caught and charged with harassment and blackmail. It took time, but the fear that had once consumed Y/N began to fade.
One evening, as they lay in bed, Y/N rested her head on Seungcheol’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
“Do you think things will ever be normal again?” she asked softly.
“They already are,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair.
She pulled back slightly to look at him. “Even after everything?”
He smiled. “Especially after everything.”
She let out a small laugh, tears of relief in her eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. And I’ll protect you. Always.”
She smiled, finally allowing herself to believe his words.
Because for the first time in a long time, she felt safe—not just because the danger was gone, but because she knew that no matter what happened, Seungcheol would always be there.
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