𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

come over (into my arms)

Ship; Jeonghan X Seungcheol

Group; SEVENTEEN

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based on the 22.10.13 vlive that I can't get over. we're just gonna act like the camera doesn't exist.

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The hotel smells more or less like a floral shop, Jeonghan clad in an oversized shirt and his hair half up in a ponytail with some strands framing his face perfectly.

After washing up and changing, he had takeout all alone because his boyfriend (Seungcheol) had promised some of the members to eat with them. Really, he's not offended, he's actually glad because it gave him time to change and do other things without Seungcheol trying to touch him at every instance he gets.

Jeonghan does kinda regret it though because he'd finished up most of what he needed to do and now he's missing Seungcheol's presence.

He's just done with wiping off his makeup after a tiring show. Don't get him wrong, he loves to perform and of course interact with their fans, but moments when he gets to rest with a calming vibe are those moments he enjoys most.

Sock clad feet padded along the carpet in the room, wandering up and down for some moments, thinking of what to do. He eventually settles on a chair by the table there, picks his phone and scrolls through his social media.

Really, he's just passing time, waiting for that knock on his door that he's been expecting for the past hour or so.

He's restless, gnawing on his nails, listening to music, Jeonghan is bored to the core and he hates that he doesn't have anything better to do.

Just as he's about to think about watching a series, he hears his doorbell ring and he makes a sound, notifying the person on the other side to just come in.

Still sitting on his chair, he watches as Seungcheol walks over to him, an apologetic smile on his face. He toes off his shoes and walks the short distance between them, his hands already reaching for Jeonghan.

Jeonghan pretends to be annoyed, looking away for a moment but soft hands grab his face and lips kiss his cheek. There's the familiar woody scent he's been craving and suddenly, there's nothing Jeonghan wants to do than bury himself in Seungcheol's chest and sleep.

"I'm sorry," the older of the two says, his nose bumping Jeonghan's cheek. "Hm? I was washing up and Woozi wanted to talk after."

"That doesn't cut it," Jeonghan groans, hands on Seungcheol's wrists, attempting to pull them away when he knows he's no match for his strength. "You could've texted, I was so bored and tired of waiting."

"I'm sorry love," Seungcheol murmurs into Jeonghan's cheek, squatting so he doesn't strain his back from standing. "Kiss?"

Jeonghan finally lets him pull his face to cup it better as he kisses him on the lips. A sigh leaves Jeonghan, melting into Seungcheol's touch.

He pulls away though, getting up from the chair to get Seungcheol a drink from the fridge at the side. Meanwhile Seungcheol takes the empty seat, watching Jeonghan squat to pick up a Red Bull.

"Here," he hands it to Seungcheol, the latter thanking him and opening it to take a swing. 

"What were you doing before I came?" He asks, watching Jeonghan stand behind him so he has to turn the chair so he can see him. 

His boyfriend looks so cute in his oversized shirt and sweatpants and socks. Seungcheol can't help it, he just wants to always have Jeonghan in his sight, it calms him down. Especially this version of him.