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She's Testosterone

Read the Sequel: She’s Testosterone 2 Read the Final Installment: She’s Testosterone 3 Part 1|Part 2 Words: 2.4k Genre: Crack Fic. No lies here. Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

“Turn that fucking shit off!” A groggy voice calls on the other side of the tiny room.

It takes less than a second for you to spring up from your bed with a big inhale and stretch.

It’s a new day!

A new future!

A new you!

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HANI!!!!! This was so cute and so needed. The perfect way to celebrate being done with school!!!

hold me, please | s.coups

synopsis ; the last time you told someone that the thunder and lightning scared you, they made fun of you, which is why you hadn't told seungcheol. but maybe it's about time you tell him because looking at what the weather is like outside, you can't hide it any longer. you need him to embrace you, to keep you safe.

pairing ; scoups x fem reader (although no pronouns mentioned)

genre ; fluff, comfort.

word count ; 1.3k

warnings ; reader has astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning), nicknames for reader (baby, my silly girl)

hani’s note ; well well well, yet another drabble of seungcheol cus that man never leaves my brain and i let him stay there like it's free real estate.

you’ve never been a ‘scaredy-cat’. not when seungcheol is around, no, because he never gives you the chance to feel that way.

he always makes you feel safe, never the opposite. always has an arm around your shoulders or a hand on your thigh.

sometimes, it’s you that’s looking for safety within seungcheol; whether that be your arm wrapped around his, you playing with his soft fingers — occasionally, his ears too — or his pinky and ring finger held in your hand.

and right now, seungcheol is your safety blanket.

the thunder claps loudly outside, lightning being its other half and illuminating the sky with a bolt that branches off into the vast sky. you cower further into the couch with fear, further into the corner you’re sat in beside seungcheol whose eyes are trained on the television.

the sound repeats again, light flashing through the window and casting a number of glows that appear and disappear rapidly.

should i ask…no, that’s not necessary. you can get through this. it’s only some loud sounds.

you’re trying so hard to suppress the urge to just crawl into seungcheol’s lap and bury your face in his chest. only some loud sounds you tell yourself again.

the same banging barges its way into your ears, making you flinch a little. trying to fight back the urge to tuck yourself into your seungcheol’s arms made you forget it was even happening.

the wind howls outside with force right after the thunder and you wonder what if something flies through the window right now and—

no, you can’t hold on any longer. you need seungcheol’s arms around you.

your hand reaches for the sleeve of seungcheol’s pink hoodie, tugging it as if to pull him closer to you. at the feeling of you pulling at his hoodie, he looks over at you.

seungcheol doesn’t know what you’re doing, he doesn’t know that you have a fear of thunder. maybe you should have told him…but you didn’t want to because you felt embarrassed about it, it’s stupid to be scared of thunder is what you told yourself.

“hey, what’s wrong?” seungcheol’s voice is heavy with worry. he doesn’t know why you’re reacting this way or what you’re even reacting like this towards.

he scans your face, waits patiently for you to answer while he immediately changes positions and moves closer to you.

“you…you don’t hear that?” you finally manage to let out.

“hear what, baby?”

this time, the cracking sound is louder and sounds as if it’s closer to you than ever. your hands fly to your ears, palms pressing against them to try and drown out the horrible sound.

“that!” your pointer finger pokes the air towards the windows but you can’t even have it in the air for long enough because the wind whistles just as loudly as the last sound of thunder and you smack your palm back on your ear.

“cheol, hold me, please. i’m so scared. what if the house blows down and we get stuck under the rubble forever or we get hit by lightning an—”

he pulls you into his side, hand going to stroke your hair in an effort to calm you down, “oh, my baby, why didn’t you just say so?”

“‘m sorry i didn’t tell you. i hate thunder, i hate it so much and i didn’t want to tell you ‘cus i was embarrassed,”

“it’s okay. i’ve got you, hm? cherry is always here to keep you safe and you can tell me these things. tell me what scares you, what makes you happy, okay? no need to be embarrassed.”

seungcheol is rubbing your arm all the while talking to you to keep you distracted from the sounds playing out beyond the walls of your home.

it’s gone quiet, neither of you talking but you shiver when you hear it again. the wind screaming, lightning setting the sky alight with a silver flash and thunder whipping the skies.

you yelp at the sudden sound and move closer into seungcheol’s side, the side of your head now on his chest. his heartbeat thumps against his rib cage, chest rising and falling. it’s calming, his heartbeat takes your attention away from whatever is happening beyond the walls of your home and shifts it to his steady pulse.

he rubs your back and plants a tender kiss in your hair. from the comforting massage and arm squeezes given by seungcheol, your (his) sweater has ridden up, allowing air to sneak up. the cool air is sliding across your skin and it becomes annoying so you quickly pull your (his) sweater back down to cover the exposed area of your hip.

“wanna go inside?” seungcheol asks. yes, you were already inside but by inside, he means your bedroom, “we can get cosy and warm if you want, hm?”

the idea is tempting: laying on seungcheol’s chest with his arm around you, warmth radiating off both of you.

tempting but you can’t even get up from your current position, so snug with your boyfriend’s arms around you, so warm. curled into a ball so tight, you dislike the idea of changing positions.

“i would love to but unfortunately, i can’t get up, i’m too comfortable like this,”

“oh, really?” seungcheol lets the question linger in the air for a moment before shifting you off himself and standing up before you. you whine at the loss of warmth and squishiness beneath you.

“where are you going? i’m cold now…”

he doesn’t even answer, instead hooking one arm beneath your knees and the other under your back. effortlessly — so effortlessly, as if you’re a feather — he lifts you up, your arms automatically find their way around his neck.

you squeal at the way he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, cheeks turning pink and hand covering your mouth. he stops in his tracks and stares at you. for seungcheol, the urge to kiss you right now is almost overwhelming but he doesn’t want to drop you to the floor.

so, you do it instead, lips pressing against his cheek and pulling back with a ‘mwah!’. seungcheol smiles, dimples on full display, just for you.

seungcheol continues to walk towards your bed, leaning you downwards so you can flip the covers over and out of the way before putting you down gently. he takes one side of the duvet and tucks it under you so that it can’t come out and so that the air can’t touch you again.

then, he walks around to the other side, practically jumping on the bed to get comfortable in the bed alongside you. seungcheol’s opposite hand pushes you forward slightly so that he’s able to rest the other behind you. it’s his favourite way to cuddle with you. one arm around your back, bringing you as close to him as possible and his free hand going to your lower back.

“better?” he asks, peering down at you.

you hum in response, “so much better,”

a blanket of silence spreads out over the room, both of you just relishing in each other’s presence until the silence is broken by none other than seungcheol and his soft snores. he fell asleep, it seems. his head is tilted back slightly against the headboard and his hair all mussed from the back.

and had started snoring too, chest moving up and down and puffs of air escaping his parted lips, quite cartoonishly at that.

the sight is so endearing that you almost burst at the seams, so much love and adoration in your eyes as you study his perfect facial features. plump and pink lips, button nose and long eyelashes fanning out over his full cheeks.

you crane your head up further and press your lips to his round cheek and he stirs, eyes opening a bit. it makes you giggle at the way he tries to fully open his eyes.

“what…what’s wrong, baby?” he questions groggily.

“nothing, you just look so cute knocked out like that,”

he laughs quietly, eyelids heavy with sleep and close to closing fully, “y’ so silly, go back to sleep, silly girl,”

“i’m the silliest person to you, aren’t i?”

“mhm, my silly girl.”

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