seventeen oneshots

only watch me (jicheol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11711349
Summary:

"wasn't it you who said this was just a fuck thing? that we just meet so you can please me and get paid? huh? you don't get to be upset when you set the rules, jihoon."

jihoon learns he might like seungcheol for more than his money

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jihoon runs his dainty fingers over a number of different boxes, all containing high end recording equipment; microphones, pop filters, extension cords and wires. he stops after a second, finger tip steady on the secure plastic packaging, corners of his lips quirking upwards when he sees the image of the name brand mic pictured on the box, grin growing more when he spots the price tag.

"seungcheolie, i want this one." jihoon says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he pulls the box from the shelf. he inspects it closer while he waits for seungcheol, too caught up in reading all the bells and whistles of the mix to notice the lack of footsteps coming him way. it's only after he's waited two whole minutes does he realize the absence of the elder man, tearing his gaze upward with a sour expression to scope his surroundings and attempt to locate the tall man.

not spotting him on either end of the isle, jihoon curses to no one in particular, huffing and walking with a bit too much force in his step to the isle previous and spotting seungcheol midway down, leant against the iron frame of the shelves and chatting with some bleach blonde bitch, standing just a little too close with a smile a little too big for jihoon's liking.

"seungcheol." jihoon calls again, approaching the two. the blonde hardly spares him a glance, but seungcheol's attention shifts immediately, soft rosey red hair falling into his eyes that ring heavy fingers move to correct.

"yes, jihoon?" the elder answers, eyes dropping to the box in jihoon's hands.

"i was gonna tell you that i found the mic i wanted, but actually," jihoon pauses, turning the package over in his petite hands once and sparing a sideways glance at the girl still standing to the left of them, twisting his face as if deep in thought. "if the quality of this is the same as the employees, i think it'll be too cheap to be any good. let's go to another store?"

it's posed as a question, but the implications are clear, only intensified by jihoon's subtle scowl masked behind a sickly sweet smile that he's ten seconds away from starting a full blown shit fest, and so without second thought seungcheol finds himself swooping an arm around jihoon's narrow shoulders and navigating through the apart endless maze of aisles, discarding the boxed mic in the completely wrong section.

"where do we go now, then? i've got conferences at five, so it'll have to be quick." seungcheol asks, turning the keys in the ignition and faintly registering the soft hum of his engine as he looks to jihoon for both an answer and to wordlessly tell him to buckle up.

the blonde doesn't say a word, however, arms crossed over his chest as he pointedly looked everywhere but at seungcheol, fiddling with the radio and looking out the window.