Day 19✨
I.AM.DEAD.DIED.DECEASED.
Ready for a unique connection? Meet your dream AI girlfriend who understands you, shares your interests, and is always there for intimate conversations. No judgment, just pure companionship!
Steamy chats and intimate moments, available 24/7
Personalized girlfriend who adapts to your desires
100% private & secure - what happens here, stays here
seungcheol just needs a break from studying!
+18, MDNI!!
warnings: smut, profanities, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, cheol praises reader a lot in this, fem!reader, public sex, dni if uncomfy! college au kinda!
a/n: first!!!work!!!! hello tumblr carats, decided to come out of lurking, and get some writing done too 😈 hope ya’ll like it n pls feel free to comment/reblog and let me know what u think of it!!
“babydollll” the man clad in a wrinkled linen blue button up crouches down beside you, while you were typing away.
mid-season of the semester meant assignments piling up and you were determined to not leave your side of the library booth until you’ve numbed your fingers.
opting for selective hearing, you furrowed your eyebrows, typing faster to drag on your train of thoughts.
“ow!” you whisper-yelled when you felt a slight pinch on your thigh.
Found this video of Scoups in my camera roll
Run To You
Chapter One
January 2023.
Last semester in college.
Elle’s seniors say it is the most pivotal semester for an accounting student.
Make it or break it.
It doesn’t help that her mother has been vocal about her being a graduating student. She knows she cannot claim it yet. Elle’s far from being a graduating student.
Whenever her mother says that her breath hitches a little, maybe it’s because she needs to finish this degree this June. She has no choice. She’s at the mercy of her aunt, who’s residing overseas and funding her college education. It’s a fact she has to remember over and over again to force herself to study.
As the youngest among her cousins, she has heard the great tales of her parents’ wealth in the 90s.
Alam mo, Elle, dati, ang mama at papa mo ang naggagala sa amin sa Greenbelt noon tapos they would take us to restaurants to eat out.
Mama mo ang nagpaaral sa amin dati.
The best talaga sila mama at papa mo.
She could only listen to those stories and wished that her parents did better at handling their finances.
Hindi naman namin alam na dadating ka sa buhay namin, anak.
They were trying for a baby for a long time and had her years later. Her late father and mother often say she’s an answered prayer, but it makes her wonder. Why did they not think too far ahead about the life their kid will have if she’s a prayer they have recited maybe a million times?
Despite growing remorse for her parents’ past decisions, she keeps pushing forward.
Ano nga naman magagawa ko? Nangyari naman na ang lahat. Wala na akong magagawa. Pagbubutihin ko na lang. Ako na ang bubuhay kay Mama pagtapos nito.
It has been ingrained in her mind that she will be the family’s breadwinner once she completes her degree.
Si Elle ang pag-asa mo.
Her relatives would say it to her mother as she gloats that her daughter, Elle, has been the responsible and intelligent kid she has always wanted. Her mother would say she was able to raise her well by making sure she had the best study habits and demeanor as a kid. It has been that way since she was a kid, and it’s why her aunt has supported her studies since she was a kid. She was the wonder kid of the most influential maternal figure of the family after her grandmother.
“Napaano ka, Elle?” Jun asks as he settles beside the lady drowning in her thoughts.
“Ah, may naiisip lang,” she replies with a slight smile.
“Oh, ito. I got us some coffee,” he says.
“Nag-abala ka pa, huy,” she hastily replies.
“Wala ‘yan. Break ka muna sa pagkakape sa Lawson. Tikman mo ‘yan. Bagong bukas ‘yan sa Dapitan,” he tells her as he places the cup of coffee on her armrest.
Elle thanks him. On the cup’s lid is a carefully folded note. She opens it.
Kaya mo ‘yan, Elle. Ikaw pa! Andito lang ako. - Jun <3
“Thank you, Jun. Effort mo talaga,” she says, lips curling slightly.
She’s been hesitant to think about what Jun has been doing for her. Elle knows she cannot handle being responsible for another person’s feelings when she can’t even contain her own. Elle still cannot sleep at night alone with the lights off. She would feel suffocated by her thoughts. That alone proves that she will only hurt Jun if she lets herself fall for him.
Kapag hindi kami nagtagal at napamahal na ako sa kanya, mawawala ako sa huwisyo. Hindi ko kaya ‘yon. May hinahabol pa akong pangarap.
Elle knows her limits. She has to be focused on one goal. All eyes are on her. A lot is expected from her. She knows she has no right to be sidetracked. Being an only child means carrying out the family’s responsibilities because it’s her role.
“Saan ka nga pala after class, Elle? Gusto mo ba aral tayo kasama sila Denise at Coleen?” Jun asks.
“Cafe ba? If yes, pass muna. Gusto ko muna umuwi agad. Masakit likod ko eh,” Elle responds.
“Discord na lang?” Jun asks.
She nods.
That is not just the reason why she declined Jun’s offer. Elle doesn’t tell her friends that she’s trying to budget the allowance that she gets from her mother to have her indulgences. She has committed to joining her friends outside the university in a drag show next month. For a student who commutes from her hometown to Manila every class day, Elle gets to save a little money that she spends on sudden school-related expenses and her hobbies. Because of this, she would put herself on strict financial planning to ensure she saves money.
Purgang purga na ako sa siomai rice at rice meals ng Lawson.
She eats a lot of food at home to minimize the need to buy food around the university. It doesn’t help that lately, her friends would drag her with them to study in cafes or co-working spaces. Elle can only sigh at how tight her finances are. Unlike the pandemic's peak when she could do some business and work to support herself and contribute to their household while studying, she cannot do part-time jobs anymore as she has to focus on her courses.
“Kakasimula palang ng sem na ‘to parang mamamatay na ako sa bigat ng subjects,” Coleen retorts as she picks up her bag from the plastic chair.
“Discord na lang diba, Jun, Elle?” Denise asks.
Elle nods.
“Okay. Kitakits. Mga eight na tayo magsimula para makahinga-hinga lahat pagtapos bumiyahe,” Jun says, looking at Elle.
The three nod in agreement.
“Una na ako, guys. Maghahabol pa ako ng jeep,” Elle says.
“Gesi. Ingat, Mama Elle,” Denise replies.
“Ikaw rin. Coleen, Jun, kayo rin,” Elle adds.
“Bye, Elle. Text me when you get home?” Jun says.
Elle nods.
After some hugs and a little chitchat, Elle steps out of the room as she places earphones on her ears. If one thing could silence her raging thoughts, it would be music. She momentarily forgets her worries over the upcoming first comprehensive exams for each of her subjects this semester. She doesn’t think of the many things she has to catch up on at home and her internship that’s about to end. She doesn’t think about the upcoming research defense initially scheduled last month. Aside from that, she has some org work to accomplish.
She walks along the pathways in front of Albertus and Ruaño, music blasting in her ears. The wind is cooling her sweaty skin as she looks around her surroundings—a temporary solace.
A man laughing with his friends blocks the path as she trudges on the sidewalk.
“Excuse me po,” she retorts.
“Ay, sensya po,” the man mutters.
Elle stops herself from rolling her eyes. Engineering students block the pathway every day she’s in the university. They would talk in the middle of the sidewalk while walking slowly—her pet peeve. She continues to walk, focusing on the music she’s listening to.
If not for the slow traffic along España, she would stay on the campus for a bit. She would let the cold wind of the late afternoon kiss her skin as her eyes wandered to the greenery from Plaza Mayor to Lovers’ Lane. The turmoil caused by the classes in her building is silenced by the solace brought upon by the campus once she goes out of Albertus. It has been that way since 2019, even when the college was still in the university’s carpark.
Having those thoughts, Elle realized how far she had come. She was far from the girl who was discouraged by the guy she took care of when she was a freshman and he was a sophomore.
Hindi mo kaya ‘tong course na ‘to.
Kung ako sa’yo, umalis ka na habang maaga pa.
Shift ka na.
It was three years ago when it all happened, but his voice is still in Elle’s head whenever a semester starts.
Will she be able to survive it? Is he right all along?
It’s no secret that Accounting, in general, is never her dream career path. It didn’t help that she transferred from BS Accountancy to BS Management Accounting in her second year in college. Elle has always felt doubt and uncertainty about her decisions and path in life as an accounting student because she was never sure of it, and she had someone doubt her from the start.
She sighs heavily as she exits the campus to cross the street through the footbridge. She looks at the heavy traffic flow caused by the rush hour. Surviving a three-hour lecture is one thing, but the commute home is another story.
Her daily demise as a student could have been prevented if her parents planned her college education well, but she knows there is no point in thinking about it already. She can only live in the moment and work with what she is provided. She has no chance to voice out these feelings without upsetting her mother.
As she reaches the sidewalk after going down from the footbridge, she waves her hand to signal an approaching jeepney she wants to ride. The vehicle stops, allowing her to get in and find a seat just in time before the light goes green again.
It’s going to be a two-hour commute going home.
Oh heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
Jeongcheol/JeonghanxSeungcheol
Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor, but being affected by bipolar disorder I tried to describe it as better as I could. This fic was so hard yet so liberating to write. Please be nice to me.
Seungcheol met Jeonghan for the first time between the tables of a bar, while eating a Hotteok. This guy came in a rush, drinking orange juice, and sat in front of him.
The boy was so pretty it hurt. Long, dyed blond hair, with a touch of blue on the tips. He was incredibly thin, almost sickly. He looked like an angel, with those bunny eyes, and perfect white teeth. Seungcheol felt an inch of jealousy and the desire to possess him at the same time.
He was confused at first, but not so confused as two seconds after.
- I’m fucking angry, I’m so angry I could overturn this fucking table and… And fucking spill my fucking orange juice that I fucking paid with my fucking money. - not so angelic from him.
Seungcheol frowned. - I’m sorry?
- No, no, let me explain.
- I don’t even know you. I don’t care. You came here and started to shout in the middle of my–
- I just need to fucking explain myself, okay? Let me talk.
- Stop swearing.
- Who are you? My fucking mom?
- No. I’m a stranger who was trying to eat his Hotteok before another stranger came and decided to start screaming at me.
- So, I’m with this guy, you know. I was, actually- but that’s not the point, okay.
- I’m not listening.
- Your business. So, this guy was my boyfriend. Yes, I’m gay. I’m a freaking disgusting slutty fucking homosexual. His name is Joshua. I left him.
- You left him and you have the guts to complain about him with a complete stranger?
- I left him because he was annoying. Jeonghan, I love you this, I love you that, let’s merry, let’s go live in fucking Paris and blah blah blah and suck my balls you fucking romantic asshole!
- You’re a dick.
- I know I’m a fucking dick, okay? But he’s more a dick than I am, because now he has another one.
- And? You left him, why are you complaining?
- Because I’m Yoon Fucking Jeonghan! How dare he go on so early!
- You should be happy for him. Are you narcissistic or something?
- I’m a fucking divinity.
- No, you’re a dick. And, let me say something to you: you’re insecure.
- No, I’m not. I love myself.
- Okay, right, now shut the fuck up.
- Would you like to kiss me?
Seungcheol let out a long breath. - What. The fuck.
- You know, just for fun.
- I have fun playing golf. Not kissing strangers.
- Golf? That sucks.
- You suck. Go the fuck away!
- Okay, I’ll stay here, in silence.
- Do whatever the fuck you want. As long as you shut up. - he kept eating his Hotteok, “Yoon Fucking Jeonghan” was looking at him, making him feel really uncomfortable.
- Stop staring.
- I’m not staring. I’m respectfully observing.
- So stop respectfully observing.
His emotions were actually different from what he said. Of course he wanted to kiss him: he was the prettiest boy he’d ever seen. But he had been rude, and he had been an asshole with his ex. And he kept observing him with those perfect brown eyes. He really had the desire to kiss him. So he decided to do something about that.
- What do you want? Really, I mean. Precisely.
- Nothing, I want to kiss you.
Seungcheol got closer to him, and lifted up his chin. - If I’ll kiss you, will you shut the fuck up?
Jeonghan put on a provocative smile. - Maybe.
And they kissed.
Days went by, and Seungcheol kept going to that bar. He met Jeonghan everyday, and they started to know each other better.
- So, what do you do for a living? - Seungcheol asked, one of the first days. Jeonghan went to the bar always in the firing line, always well dressed, his blonde and blue hair perfect as usual.
- I’m a model.
- I can tell.
- Why did you ask, then?
- Just to be sure.
- What about you?
- I’m a teacher. A physics teacher.
- Boring!
- Pfft. Look Who’s Talking. You walk on a runway all day long or something like that.
- I actually pose.
- Even more boring.
And then they kept meeting at the same bar, ‘til one day. That day, Jeonghan didn’t show. And the day after, and again, the day after that day, and Seungcheol was sad, because he had started to become attached to that boy. Not only for his beauty, but for his energy, and for his pleasantness. He missed him.
And one day, Jeonghan showed up again. But he was… different. He had a long, too large hoodie, messy hair, dead eyes. His shoes were dirty and ruined, his back curved. Seungcheol smiled anyway, and approached him when Jeonghan went to the bar counter. He was not alone. A beautiful, tall boy was near him, and was stroking his back. - Do you want something to eat, Hannie?
Seungcheol’s heart broke. Was that Joshua? His ex? Were they back together? Maybe that was the reason Jeonghan didn’t show up. But there was something so messed up in Jeonghan’s eyes, in his posture. And he was so worried that thing passed in second place.
Jeonghan shook his head.
- Dear, you need to eat something.
- Leave me alone, Shua.
Seungcheol came closer, and smiled, even if he was worried. - Jeonghan!
Jeonghan turned. Slowly. Fear in his eyes. And the boy with him turned, too. - Can we help you?
That boy was so pretty. Not prettier than Jeonghan, nobody was, for Seungcheol. But he was pretty, with his brown deer eyes, his full lips and beautiful features.
- I’m… I’m Jeonghan’s friend. Jeonghan. - he stretched a hand to the boy, who withdrew. Joshua frowned. - You’re scaring him.
- No! I… I’m his friend! I swear! We met here. In this bar! We kissed, we… Jeonghan, tell him! - He made a terrible mistake: he took Jeonghan’s wrist. Wrong move. The blonde began to scream, but not like the first time they met. He yelled in fear. - Get the fuck away from me! Don’t fucking touch me!
Seungcheol was speechless. He just stood, and retreated his hand, burned, motionless. The boy he kissed, the happy and energetic boy, was now… Scared? Of him? What did he do? Did he scare him in some ways? Did he do something wrong to him?
The other boy held Jeonghan in his arms, and looked at him. Seungcheol shook his head, as saying: “I didn’t do anything, I swear”
Joshua nodded, making lip movements: “It’s not your fault.”
That evening, Seungcheol returned home with a weight on his shoulders. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he did to Jeonghan, why did he scare him so much?
He ate alone, some sad pieces of bread and some salad. He wasn’t really hungry. He was sad. And while he was eating, he received a voice message from an unknown number. He frowned, bringing his phone to his ear to listen to that message.
“Hi. It’s Joshua. I was at the bar today. Jeonghan gave me your number, after a fight. I wanted to tell you he is sorry for his behavior. But I think he doesn’t have to be sorry. Wait, let me explain. I know you’re hurt, okay, and I’m really sorry for that. Jeonghan is not feeling really well lately. He didn’t come to the bar because he had been in a depressive phase for a very long time, and he didn’t want to see anyone. He’s been in his house for a week, he didn’t have a shower, he didn’t wash his plates, he didn’t go to work. And, no, we’re not back together, if you’re guessing. I love Seokmin from the bottom of my heart, and with him I found the peace I had lost. Not because of Jeonghan, because it’s not his fault. The fact is, Seungcheol, that - there was a short pause - Jeonghan is mentally ill. And I’m going to explain to you a lot of things you maybe didn’t understand at first. Now, I’m not a doctor, but I know Jeonghan very well. When you first met, Jeonghan shouted about some things, right? Was he enthusiastic, was he energetic, was he impulsive? He was in a manic phase. And I’m not saying anything he does is dictated by his manic phases, because it’s not. We love Jeonghan because he’s spontaneous, he’s pleasant, he’s pure happiness. But sometimes, his emotions become exaggerated, flowing out in a manic phase. Conversely, he’s now in a depressive phase. There’s no need to explain that to a physics teacher, I guess you’re really smart. When he enters a depressive phase, he doesn’t want to see anybody. And sometimes becomes aggressive, untreatable, and wants to be left alone. He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t go out. He just sleeps. Today I obliged him to leave his house, and it has been difficult. He scratched my arm until it bled. And sometimes he forgets to take his medicines, so we're worried. But when he met you, he looked more like himself than ever. So please, don’t blame him. I know it’s difficult, and you have any logical reason to go, but give him a second chance. Please. I have been angry with him a lot of times, but now I understand that it’s not his fault. He blames himself, every damn time. I won’t force you to forgive him, but I beg you to understand him. Okay, bye. Thank you for your time.
And immediately, Seungcheol started crying. “What should I do now?” He loved himself so much he knew that he shouldn’t forgive Jeonghan. But that boy was sick, and he had to understand that. But he was hurt, really hurt. Now, he knew it wasn’t his fault. The thought of Jeonghan’s dead eyes made him cry even more. He was hanging by a thread.
He wrote: “Thank you” to Joshua. Just that. It was enough. A thought came to his mind.
“Do I love him?”
And the answer came at the speed of a lightning.
“Yes”
Stupid, stupid Seungcheol. You fell in love with someone you saw a few times in a bar. But the someone in question was full of energy, and happiness, and passion. And was beautiful, and artsy, and creative. Someone could have taken him as a crazy, romantic lover. But he didn’t care. He only cared about Jeonghan. So he bright his cellphone again, and wrote to his lover.
“How are you?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I asked, How are you.”
“Everything sucks, Cheol.”
“Can I come over?”
“Of course.”
Joshua opened the door for him. Seungcheol brought some flowers from the only florist open at that time. Joshua smiled. - Thank you for coming.
Seungcheol had to hold back his tears. - Where is he?
- He’s sleeping.
Joshua made him space, making him enter the house. - His room is in front on the right.
The house was as pretty as Jeonghan. There were a lot of books and wood libraries, record players, and a green sofa in the center of the living room. The kitchen was united with the living room, it was small and modern. But Seungcheol’s attention was concentrated on the boy who was sleeping in that room. When he entered the room, he saw the most beautiful vision ever. Jeonghan was laying on his bed, which looked so big under his little body. He approached the small figure, stroking his hair, trying to not wake him up. He would've waited for him to wake up. Maybe he was dreaming of a better world, a world where mental illnesses didn't exist, where he was fine, where they were fine. He kissed his forehead. Small breaths were coming out of his nose, his chest rising and falling peacefully. He looked so angelic Seungcheol wanted to cry. And he cried. Until he heard a voice.
- Loser.
Seungcheol laughed, wiping away his tears. - Fucking menace.
Jeonghan sat, looking at him. - I’m so sorry for this morning.
Seungcheol stroked his cheek, kissing his forehead again. - It’s okay. You don't have to be sorry.
- Did Shua…
- Yes.
Jeonghan nodded, taking his hand. - I understand if it's too much for you.
It’s not too much. Love it's not convenience. It's not ease. Love is something more. It's giving everything, even your peace, for someone you love and live for. And I love you, Yoon Jeonghan. With your perks, and with your merits. I loved you from the first time we met, really.
- You’re a fucking loser.
- Please, don't.
- I’m joking.
- Yeah, I know. But… Jeonghan, I think you're a special person. And a special person has to be defended. And I know you're hurt, now. I know you're depressed. And I’ll do anything in my power to stay with you.
Jeonghan hugged him, with all the strength his thin arms could have. - I love you too.
Ready for a unique connection? Meet your dream AI girlfriend who understands you, shares your interests, and is always there for intimate conversations. No judgment, just pure companionship!
Steamy chats and intimate moments, available 24/7
Personalized girlfriend who adapts to your desires
100% private & secure - what happens here, stays here
Picture perfect
!! bestfriend model seungcheol x photographer reader, fluff !!
"move a little to the right, tilt your head slightly." You instructed, looking at the man in front of you as you adjusted the settings on your camera.
"geez your so serious about this." seungcheol said laughing, as you did his hair, spraying hair spray occasionally.
"hey, I'm getting paid for this." You grumble, looking at the pictures on the monitor, admiring seungcheol your own work.
"god damn, I look fine." Seungcheol said smirking at his own self, as you only rolled your eyes, you definitely agreed.
"what do you need these pictures for anyway?" You ask raising an eye brow. Seungcheol had randomly called you to take a few photos of him and since the pay was good you accepted, but a part of you was curious.
"its to give to my lover." Seungcheol said jokingly, you didn't know if it was a joke or not though, but you felt your mood drop slowly.
"give them to me." you said impulsively before stopping yourself realizing what you just said.
"you?" seungcheol said with a curious look in his eyes, he wondered if he heard correctly. You being HIS lover? Well you weren't wrong about that.
"..i uhm never mind." You said embarrassed thinking about your stupid decision, your cheeks tinted pink.
"no.. say that again. you want to be my lover?" he asked in such an innocent tone, that you couldn't help but melt at his words.
"u-uhm i i was joking." you say clearing your throat, blushing heavily you had a major crush on seungcheol for months and this was not how you were expecting things to turn out.
Seungcheol thought you looked cute while blushing, especially because of him, so he decided to tease you. "but you didn't answer my question, do you want to be my lover?"
"i.. uhm er that would be good?" You say nervously, still blushing and thinking that this whole thing was a dream.
"Your cute." He chuckled, bringing you close as he placed a light kiss on your lips, leaving you blushing hard so hard.
a/n: ive been in so much drought omg. school recently started and ive been so busy crying TT. I hope yall enjoyed this <333
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ; 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 ; 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐖 : 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 (𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥) ; 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ; 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ;
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟗.𝟔𝐤
𝐀/𝐍 : 𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐔𝐒 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬) 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐊 𝐚𝐭 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟) 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐔𝐒 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦. (𝐈’𝐦 𝟐𝟓, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞)
Does he Know? (Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.coups)
(Based on the song of Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weeknd - Moth to a flame)
Pairing: Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.Coups Genre: Angst X Betrayal X cheating Warning: Mentions of cheating; going behind someone's back; language warning and mentions of sex. Seungcheol is the king of manipulation. Summary: Whilst Mingyu sleeps by your side, does he know the texts and calls that happen right besides him? Word Count: 1.2K
"Does he know you call me when he sleeps?" Seungcheol's voice rang through your ear, phone pressed against your shoulder, Mingyu's back to you who watched him carefully. You kept quiet, lips tight into a line as you still looked at your boyfriend's back, his breathing was steady, and his back was strong, contrary to yours that was stood against the headboard filled with guilt.