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— always be yours, choi seungcheol.

angst | 357

[a/n] can be read as the first part to this.

“the one over there in the dark grey suit is—” seungcheol’s voice trails off when he realises you’re not paying any attention to his words and your gaze was fixed on a man standing at the other end of the room.

there’s a certain loneliness in your eyes and seungcheol catches the sad, barely there smile that appears on your face and how your eyes seem to light up when jeonghan finally notices you. the first smile he’s seen from you in a while and the most life he’s ever seen in your eyes.

seungcheol glances at you then at jeonghan and for a moment it seems like the two of you had forgotten that you were in a room full of people with the way the both of you were just looking at each other.

he looks down at your hand that was holding onto his arm, your fingers trembling lightly, and he can’t help but feel slightly sorry for himself.

for how he’s the one you’re legally married to, for reasons other than love on your end but for seungcheol that was the sole reason he had agreed to the marriage when his parents proposed the idea to him a year ago. that was all the reason he needed.

for how he’s the one you’re holding on to right now but it’s clear that your heart belongs to someone else, to the man in a white suit standing at the other end of the room.

he doesn’t miss the way your grip on his arm tightens and your nails dig into his skin as you bring up a hand to quickly wipe the corner of your eyes when jeonghan finally turns away from you, breaking the eye contact.

“you okay?” seungcheol asks.

you clear your throat then simply mutter a soft, “yeah, i’m fine.”

he looks at your face, his eyes soft and brows slightly furrowed with worry and he notices that your small smile from earlier was now completely gone and your eyes never left jeonghan’s back.

in that moment, seungcheol accepts that you will never be his but he will always be yours.

Jun: does anything Jeonghan: baksu!

bonus moments:

jeonghan’s eyes are on you the moment you walk back into the room. social gatherings that drag on have never been your thing — or his thing, for that matter. and this one, with people you’ve only really invited to be polite, has dragged. painfully.

but there’s no polite way to kick these people out your home, so you sit back down and plaster on your best smile. and the moment the conversation takes a tangent, your phone buzzes; you know who it is without looking.

[10:02pm] jeonghan 🤍: hi baby

instantly, the faintest of smiles curves your lips, and you glance towards him with suppressed affection and questioning look.

[10:03pm] jeonghan 🤍: you look like you’re about to fall asleep right there

[10:03pm] jeonghan 🤍: is this the part where i should suddenly announce i have contracted a contagious virus so they all scatter?

you successfully disguise your snort of laughter as a cough, and when you look over at your boyfriend again, he’s wearing a sort of triumphant smile, the one he always gets when he makes you laugh. it softens, when he meets your eyes, and he tilts his head ever so slightly to the empty space beside him.

you shake your head, scrunching your nose. as expected, your phone buzzes a second later.

[10:05pm] jeonghan 🤍: come hereee

and the spot beside him really does look appealing: you don’t have it in you to resist. so you duck into the kitchen on the guise of putting some dirty dishes away, and when you come back, you slip into the spot beside jeonghan. he’s talking now, but that doesn’t stop him from taking your hand, giving it the smallest of squeezes, and pulling you closer; all without looking at you, which for some reason makes it so much sweeter. it’s natural, to him, to sit you right next to him, to reach for you.

and when the conversation drifts again, he leans down to nudge his nose against your neck, murmuring with a smile you can hear — “say the word, and i’ll start coughing, baby.”

you can’t quite hide your smile, even when you scoff. he has a way of doing that, even after two years. making something glow in your chest, tight and warm and golden. just the warmth and weight of his hand in yours feels like home in itself.

and maybe it’s the sudden displays of affection that have your guests realising it’s time to go, but whatever it is, they’re out of the apartment a few minutes later.

the moment the front door clicks shut, you stumble into jeonghan with a long, exhausted groan. laughing ever so slightly, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, nudging you towards the bedroom — “come on, sleepyhead. let’s get you to bed.”

“you didn’t have to bust out the contagious virus, in the end,” you yawn, as the two of you change into pyjamas.

jeonghan hums, with the hint of the smirk. “next time i’ll just start making out with you or something. we’ll get rid of them in no time.”

you wince in the middle of taking off your jewellery. “mm, there’s no next time. we’re becoming hermits.”

“oh,” he yawns, flopping on to the bed. he rolls towards you, reaching out to pull you down next to him. (which is how you know he’s tired — he’s always a little clingier when he’s tired.) “okay. i’ll do whatever, as long as it’s with you.”

an / two drabbles in two days??? it could be the summer of 2023 the way im moving rn. crazy.

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