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The Sweater - One
-> Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/n
-> Summary: In the midst of a storm, Y/n and Seungcheol find warmth and comfort in each other's arms. As they cuddle, Y/n comes to the realisation that with Seungcheol by her side, no storm—literal or metaphorical—can shake the foundation of their relationship.
-> Word count: 732
-> Author's note: Hey guys, this is the first time I'm posting something for others to read so I'm sorry if it's not that good, I still have a lot to learn when it comes to writing. English is also not my first language so excuse me if there are any grammar errors or mistakes. I hope anyone who reads it likes it and I would appreciate some feedback and/or constructive criticism. Thank you :)
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A storm raged outside, the wind howling and the rain harshly lashing against the floor to ceiling windows of Seungcheol's cozy apartment. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, starkly contrasting the chaos happening beyond the apartment's walls. Seungcheol and Y/n sat on the dark blue couch placed in the centre of the living room, wrapped in a big, knitted blanket, watching a movie. Or at least, trying to — Y/n was finding it hard to focus on what was happening in the tv in front of her, her thoughts drifting to the comforting presence of the person beside her.
Lightning flashed once more, briefly illuminating the room and Y/n shivered, not from the cold but from the intensity of the storm that had already been going on for a few hours. She turned her head towards Seungcheol, who was too engrossed in the film to even pay attention to whatever may be happening outside, his arm lightly but comfortingly resting around her shoulders. Seeing how focused he was, she hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat shy despite their recent transition from friends to something more romantic.
"Cheollie," she said softly, after taking a deep breath, her voice being almost drowned out by a particularly loud clap of thunder.
He immediately turned to her, concern flashing in his eyes and worry etched on his face. "Yeah? What happened?"
She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks flushing under his gaze. "Can I borrow one of your sweaters? Maybe the one you wore yesterday?"
Her request made Seungcheol blink, slightly puzzled but not unwilling. "Of course you can, love. But why do you want that one? Not that it got dirty yesterday, but would you not rather wear a washed one?"
Y/n shyly ducked her head, feeling a bit silly for a moment before gathering enough courage to explain. "It smells like you. It's...comforting."
Seungcheol's expression finally softened into a tender and loving smile, dimples on full display. "I'd be happy to go get it for you." He said before he stood and walked in the direction of his bedroom, returning just a few moments later with the pink sweater she had asked for. As he handed it to her, their fingers brushed, sending a tingle up her arm.
"Here you go," he uttered, before sitting back down on the couch beside her. "You know, you're welcome to anything of mine, anytime. You don't have to be nervous about asking me for something."
Y/n pulled the sweatshirt over her head, being immediately enveloped in the scent of Seungcheol's cologne mixed with something so uniquely him that it made her feel warm inside and she could swear she felt her heart swell with love and admiration for the man beside her. She sighed contentedly before snuggling back into his side. "Thank you, Cheol. You don't know how much better this makes me feel."
He pulled her close once more, this time wrapping both arms around her to cuddle more comfortably. "I'm glad, love. I kind of like seeing you wearing my clothes you know? They suit you." He told her, admiring the way his sweater fell on her, the hem reaching her thighs that were covered with a pair of thick sweatpants.
His admission made her laugh softly, the sound being once again almost lost in a loud rumble of thunder but still able to reach his ears and making his expression soften even more, a fond look making its way to his eyes. "Do you really?" She asked him quietly.
"Yeah...I really, really do," he affirmed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "You can keep it, if you want it."
At this Y/n looked up at him, letting him see how her eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the room. "I think I might just do that."
They settled back into a comfortable silence, the movie playing on tv now being mostly ignored, as the two basked in each other's embrace. Wrapped in her lover's sweater, Y/n felt a sense of security and happiness she hadn't felt in a long time and in that moment, she was sure that no matter what, no storm would ever be able to destroy the life they were just starting to build together. And with Seungcheol by her side, she knew that they would be able to overcome whatever challenges may head their way, as long as they have each other.
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The Sweater - Two
-> Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/n
-> Summary: After a stormy night together, Y/n and Cheol share cozy moments over hot chocolate and cuddles with Cheol's dog, Kkuma, after waking up to a peaceful morning filled with love.
-> Word count: 1250
-> Part 1
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As the storm continued outside, the movie playing came to an end, filling the room with the soft hum of the TV and the occasional crack of thunder. Y/n and Seungcheol sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of their closeness making the howling wind seem distant and unimportant. Kkuma laid curled up at their feet, her presence adding an extra layer of warmth to the cozy scene.
Seungcheol shifted slightly, drawing his lover’s attention. He turned to face her, his eyes shining with affection. “How about we make some hot chocolate?” he suggested with a smile tugging at his lips.
He watched as Y/n’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “That sounds perfect. I’ll get the cocoa and marshmallows while you grab the mugs and the milk?”
Without waiting for a reply, they disentangled themselves from the blanket, and Y/n very reluctantly slipped out of Seungcheol’s cozy sweater as to not get it dirty in the kitchen. She carefully folded it and set it aside, silently promising herself she’d put it back on once they settled on the couch again. Kkuma followed them to the kitchen, her tail wagging happily Together, they moved to the large kitchen of Seungcheol’s apartment, working in tandem with an ease that clearly spoke of their growing connection.
As Seungcheol heated the milk on the stove, Y/n rummaged through the cabinets for the cocoa and marshmallows. She quickly managed to find the cocoa but had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the bag of fluffy marshmallows on the top shelf. Seungcheol chuckled lightly as he noticed her struggle and stepped in, easily grabbing the bag and handing it to her.
“Thanks,” Y/n said, smiling up at him.
“No problem,” he replied, leaning down to plant a quick gentle kiss on her forehead. “Teamwork, right?”
She grinned. “That’s right.”
With the milk warmed, they mixed in the cocoa and poured the steaming liquid into two large mugs. Y/n topped them off with a generous handful of marshmallows, watching as they began to melt not the rich chocolate. The couple returned to the living room, mugs in hand, and settled back onto the couch, wrapping the blanket around them once more, while Kkuma hopped onto the couch and snuggled between them, content to be part of the warm cocoon. After settling down, Y/n pulled her boyfriend’s sweater back over her head, savoring its warmth and the comforting scent that lingered.
For a while the two sipped their hot chocolate in silence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together after a week of working hard and barely seeing each other in the process. The storm seemed to be calming outside, the thunder growing distant and the rain turning into a gentle patter against the windows.
Y/n leaned her head on Seungcheol’s shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment she hadn’t known in a long time. “This is nice,” she murmured. “I could get used to this.”
Seungcheol tightened his arm around her, his thumb moving to trace comforting circles on her arm. “Me too. I love having you here.”
She tilted her head to be able to look up at him, her heart swelling in her chest at the tenderness she found in his eyes. “I love being here.”
He grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers. “How about we make this a regular thing? Hot chocolate, stormy nights, my sweater, Kkuma of course, you and I?”
As the last of the storm faded in the night, they sat together, wrapped in each other and the promise of many more nights like this to come. Kkuma yawned and nestled closer to them, a content sigh escaping her.
The next morning dawned clear and bright, the storm having left behind a fresh feeling in the air. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently waking Y/n before Seungcheol. She stretched lazily, feeling the cozy weight of his sweater still around her body. Kkuma was already awake, wagging her tail happily as she realized Y/n was getting up.
Careful not to disturb him, Y/n slipped out of bed and padded her way to the kitchen to get started on making some coffee. As she waited for the pot to brew, she took a moment to glance around Seungcheol’s apartment, her gaze softening at the familiar sight, and she realized how at home she felt there. Every small detail, from the mismatched mugs to the several picture frames hanging on the walls containing photos of the SEVENTEEN members, Seungcheol’s family and even some of the two of them together from the time when the two were still only friends, spoke of Seungcheol’s personality and their growing bond.
The coffee maker beeped, and Y/n poured two cups, adding just the right amount of sugar to Seungcheol’s, before carrying them back to the bedroom, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air. Seungcheol was stirring, his hair adorably tousled, and his eyes opened to find her standing there with a warm smile on her face and two steaming mugs.
“Good morning,” she said softly, as if scared to break the comfortable atmosphere in the room, before handing him his coffee.
“Good morning,” he replied, sitting up and accepting the mug. He took a sip, sighing contentedly. “You make the best coffee.”
Y/n laughed, settling back into bed beside him. “It’s just coffee, Cheol.”
“Not when you make it,” he insisted, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.
They sat against the headboard, enjoying their coffee and the quiet morning for a while. Kkuma jumped onto the bed, nuzzling between them and making them both laugh. Eventually, Seungcheol broke the silence. “I was thinking,” he began, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“About what?” Y/n asked, looking at him.
“Well,” he said, setting his mug down on the bedside table and turning to face her fully, “I’m always so happy with you here, and last night, despite the storm, felt so right. I was wondering…how would you feel about staying more often? Maybe…permanently?”
Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected this so soon, after all they had just been dating for close to 8 months, but as she looked into his earnest and hopeful eyes, she felt warmth spread through her. The idea of making this place their shared home, of waking uup to him and Kkuma every day, filled her with joy.
“I’d love that, Cheollie,” she said, her voice filled with emotion and her eyes shining with love and affection. “I’d love to move in with you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth his face broke into the widest grin, and he pulled her into a tight hug. “You’ve just made me so happy.”
Y/n laughed, hugging him back. “I’m glad I can make you as happy as you always make me.”
They spent the rest of the morning planning and discussing what was needed to make the transition as smooth as possible, especially considering Y/n’s cat Loki and how Kkuma would react to having a new element in her house. They talked about which of Y/n’s things would fit in the apartment, where they would need to rearrange furniture, and even joked about negotiating closet space, while Kkuma, as if sensing the excitement present in the air, bounced around them, her joy evident.
As they shared their plans and dreams, the bond between them grew stronger with the promise of a future together.
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