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secret superpower | choi seungcheol

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an: your average cheol brainrot by yours truly

you truly don’t know how he knows.

you’re convinced choi seungcheol has a secret superpower – he always knows when you need him. always.

having a bad day? he’s already waiting to pick you up at your office’s lobby. starting to feel like you miss him? seungcheol’s caller id is ringing as you speak. feel sick? he’s stopping by with food and all the cuddles in the world. want to share good news with him? he’s asking you if you’re free for a dinner date tonight! it really does seem like no matter the occasion, seungcheol will always appear right when you need him.

case in point: seungcheol unexpectedly shows up at your door step tonight,– a box of your favourite cake in hand– right as you were just thinking of calling him.

(“i was walking by the bakery when i saw it on display and i thought of you!” the way he casually says it as he removes his coat and shoes at the door way makes your heart flutter.)

you can’t help but stare deeply at the brunet seated opposite you at the dining table as he slices the cake, gently passing you the piece with bigger strawberries. the way his brows furrow in concentration, how he absentmindedly pouts is so endearing to you. still, you can’t help but wonder, how does he always know?

“know what, baby?” he pauses mid-cut, finally looking back up at you.

ah. you’ve said your thoughts out loud.

you rest your chin on the hand that’s propped up on the table, tilting your head as you will your blush to go down. seungcheol notices your ears have gone as red as the strawberries on the shortcake, and stifles a giggle as your eyes widen in surprise.

he leans over the table, swiping cream on your nose with his finger. “what do i always know, baby?”

you scrunch up your face, attempting to lick the cream off your nose. your tongue was clearly too short so you opt to wipe it with your finger instead. then, staring deep into his eyes, you clarified:

“how do you always know when i need you?”

he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “what do you mean?”

“you always show up when i need you. whenever i start to miss you, it’s always like you’re one step ahead of me.” you pout. “it’s not fair. why are you so perfect?”

“ahh!” he laughs, whole body shaking in glee at your exasperation. “actually…” he leans over the table, voice dropping to a whisper as he cups his hands over, like telling a secret:

“i have a little y/n alarm. it lets me know whenever you need me! see?” seungcheol waves his finger in the air, like it’s receiving a signal. “ahah! it’s telling me you really want me right now!”

“you think you’re funny,” you whine, shooting him a deadpan look. he’s laughing even more now, even as his large hand reaches across the table to hold yours, completely enveloping them. his thumb runs repeatedly across your knuckles, a gesture he knows for certain would turn you into mush.

“i know i’m funny. maybe i should’ve been a comedian instead?” his other hand carefully picks up your fork, using it to feed you your slice. you groan at his reply, but your mouth opens automatically for him. you almost moan out loud in satisfaction; the sweet taste of strawberries and cream never fail you.

“don’t worry about it, okay? at least you’ll know that i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“mhmm. will you always bring cake too?”

“i’ll bring you whatever you need me to bring, all for you.”