summary: seungcheol's argument with you, his late-night walk, and soonyoung's advice lead to a heartfelt apology and reconciliation amidst snacks and distractions.
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the last time cheol fought with you was long back. just like every couple, it happens, as it sometimes does, nothing surprising, nothing unhealthy.
he got a little pouty this time, his expression softening with realization that he had messed up. he knew he needed to give you space and time to cool off.
leaving the apartment, he wandered the quiet streets alone, hoping the night air might clear his mind. but as the minutes ticked by, the solitude only deepened his restlessness.
he pulled out his phone and dialed soonyoung's number, hoping his friend could provide some distraction. "soonyoung," seungcheol greeted as the call connected, "are you busy?"
"not really," soonyoung replied casually, "what's up, man?"
"nothing it's just-"
"it's not 'nothing'. you're calling me at this hour. what's wrong?"
"...i messed up," seungcheol admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "fought with y/n again."
"ah, man," soonyoung sympathized, "you know how it is. what happened?"
seungcheol sighed, recounting the argument briefly.
"give it some time," soonyoung advised sagely, "we'll catch up soon, okay?"
"yeah," seungcheol nodded, hanging up the phone. he pocketed it and continued his walk, hoping to find a way to make things right with you.
soonyoung met him shortly after, the two friends greeting each other with a brief hug. "let's hit up cvs," soonyoung suggested. "maybe picking up some essentials will help clear your mind."
seungcheol nodded, grateful for the company. "sounds good. let's go."
they walked together to the nearby cvs, chatting about lighter topics to distract seungcheol from his worries. once inside the store, they wandered the aisles, picking up a few items and talking through the situation more.
"hyung..." soonyoung snaps cheol to consciousness, noticing that cheol had been subconsciously staring at the aisle.
"take it along with snacks and drinks. if not by apology or food, there's gotta be a third way to woo her. so buy it,"
your initial response after seeing cheol back home was to hug him—which you didn't. holding yourself back, balling your hands into fists as you stare at each other for a while.
he sees you reaching up to grab onto the bag cheol was holding, watching you with adoration as he sees you grab onto your favourite snack and placing the bag on the counter.
taking his shoes off before entering, cheol takes a moment to look at you. you were wearing cosy and comfy clothes. meaning you're heading to bed.
"babe, we gotta have dinner first,"
cheol's words were ignored as you reached out for another pack of snack from the bag.
the precious snack from your hand was shortly snatched, as you watched cheol with horror and confusion.
it was his time to ignore you when you kept telling him not to order food. his phone snatched right after he dialed three digits. it was his turn to get annoyed as well, grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you closer.
his mind diving into the gutter deeper if possible. just a little closer and he'd have the kiss he yearned. and you waited for it too—cause maybe you yearned to give him the affection that he craved for so long.
but instead, he simply snatches his phone back, keeping in mind to not cross the boundaries. but he's a bit selfish too. still holding onto your wrist and keeping you closer. until distraction in the form of the pack of condoms fall from the bag.
you're not looking at him, he's doesn't really have more courage to keep staring at you. but he already assumed what you might be thinking. he assumed you were thinking of his audacity...
you shove him away as you head to the bedroom while cheol reminds himself that he's still gotta order food. and he lets out the most heart-wrenching sigh any living creature has ever made.
choel sees you eating the chips while being in the bed. considering if he should nag at you or make a lame joke about getting ants in the bed. he decides to shut up instead. thinking that yeah, that's probably the better thing to do.
you're already lying on your side when cheol plops on the bed beside you. putting an arm around your waist as he pulls you in closer, he apologizes.
you let out a deep breath, him feeling you resisting the urge to push his hand away.
he makes you turn to face him. his voice seeming much bold and stricter only for him to go dead silent when you do so.
eyes shamlessly falling onto your lips. and oh how he wanted to have those make-out sessions.
he takes your hand in his instead. kissing on the cold knuckles as says sorry again. placing more kisses on your fingertips while repeatedly apologizing.
and the soft features you had on while looking at him soon turned into annoyed once. yet again. as you scold him. pointing all the mistakes he made. which he only agrees with, repeating that he knows. he knows.
"i know. and im sorry. can i kiss you now?"
and you give in. telling him yes but man the time wasn't on his side. and the doorbell with the awaiting delicious meal never sounded more frustrating.
