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cherryredcheol · 2 days

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quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”.

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down.

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing.

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck.

“why are you staring at me like that?”

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?”

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.”

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.”

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.”

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scalingsvt8thusiast · 2 days

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Skin-Deep: Epilogue 1

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: I literally just finished this hehe sorry it took so long guys 🥲 It's going to a be a 2 part epilogue. Enjoy! ❤️

“SIS!”

“WHAT?”

“TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND TO STOP SENDING FLOWERS!”

The door swung open and you were met with a bunch of roses. Vernon’s head peeked out from the side.

“I believe that would be the 5th one today,” Vernon said looking around your room which had effectively turned into a greenhouse.

You sighed as you moved a few vases, filled with a variety of flowers, creating space for your brother to set down the biggest bunch of flowers yet.

“I’ve tried to get him to stop-,”

“Don’t try,” Sneeze “make him,” Sneeze “Jesus!” Sneeze “make him stop!” Sneeze.

“This place is like pollen central,” Vernon pinched his nose, backing out of your room, “there’s more in the living room by the way.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, looking around. It looked more like a florist than you room right now. Seungcheol had been sending flowers everyday since the two of you got back together. It started off cute and innocent with one or two bouquets. Then it became a massive monstrosity of up to 20 bouquets a day.

You wanted to strangle him.

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t strangle your sweet, loving boyfriend who vowed to send you flowers every single time he thought of you. Definitely not because you physically couldn’t reach him as he was back at uni finishing off his last semester.

You had opted to finish your last semester online. Obviously it wasn’t allowed, but it helped that your father (and soon your brother) owned the land that the institute was built on. A quick email from your father had the Dean sweating in his socks as he called you personally to ask if there was anything he could do to make your transition from physical classes to online classes any smoother. Poor man was scared shitless.

Once last glance at your greenhouse room, you shut the door and left.

“Wow, Mingyu really went wild on this.” Vernon said, letting out a low whistle as he pulled into the driveway

The both of you looked on in awe. Spotlights danced between the building and the sky, streamers on every window, the fountain at full force and a variety of supercars lining the driveway. You and Vernon watched as various individuals exited their cars dressed head to toe in the biggest name brands and the shiniest jewellery.

“Gosh, did he invite the whole world?” You remarked, watching a girl in a full body of Balenciaga step onto Mingyu’s front steps in a pair of diamond encrusted Louboutins.

“Are we underdressed?” Vernon looked down at his own clothes and then to you, he had never been more thankful that his car windows were tinted. Thinking it was a simple house party, the both of you decided to turn up in casual clothing. You were literally in your princess leia hoodie and Vernon was wearing some ratty yoda sweatshirt.

You sank into your seat. Vernon, being Vernon, just had to drive his bright red LaFerrari. People were surrounding the car, probably wondering who owned 1 out of the 499 LaFerrari(s) produced worldwide.

It was too late to go home and change now, you spotted Mingyu bounding towards your car. Vernon rolled down his window, just enough so that only his eyes could be seen.

“Guys, park in the garage, theres too many people out here.” Mingyu beckoned to follow him.

Mingyu guided the car into park in his massive garage, away from the prying eyes of the other party goers. Right next to you and Vernon was Minghao’s McLaren P1 (number plate: XMH 8).

“Oh my god, Gyu.” You exclaimed as you got out of the car. “There’s so many people.”

Mingyu smiled triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m aiming for Party of the Year!”

Vernon nodded with vigour, “Sounds achievable.”

“Wow Gyu, who picked that out for you?” You said, admiring your friend’s all Dior outfit. Very sleek for a boy who was about to get shit-faced.

“I did!” Mingyu’s smile got impossibly bigger.

You hummed, expressing your approval.

“But what are you two wearing?” Mingyu eyed you and Vernon, clearly confused. “Did I say it was star wars themed or something?”

“No, Gyu we thought this was a small party!” You cried, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“We were just about to turn back and change.” Vernon murmured.

Vernon turned to you, “Should we get a maid to send over some clothes?”

You bit your lip, you didn’t like bothering your staff like this. Surely not everybody was dressed up.

“Mingyu!” Junhui’s head popped through the door, he stepped through the door fully when he saw the three of you. “You guys are here too!”

Junhui, who’s always in casual clothing, was dressed from head-to-toe in Alexandre Mattiussi’s newest collection.

You turned to Vernon.

“I’ll call someone.”

You and Vernon were holed up in Mingyu’s bedroom. You on his bed scrolling through your phone and Vernon playing around with Mingyu’s weights. Luckily, the party was in the main house and not many people were loitering near the garages so Mingyu was able to guide the two of you into his room without being spotted.

While you normally didn’t care about your clothes or what people thought, it was incredibly rude to show up to a nice event like this in casual clothing. You also didn’t want more rumours being spread about you being snobby, never attending any events with your parents.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mingyu’s head could be seen.

“Special Delivery!” Mingyu cried, pushing the door open fully to reveal a familiar face holding a massive bouquet of roses.

“Cheol!” You squealed as you ran into your boyfriends embrace.

He received you with a smile, burying his face into your hair, “Hey, sweets.”

“What are you doing here?” You beamed as you pulled yourself away from Seungcheol’s chest.

“I thought I would surprise you.” Seungcheol said, stooping down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Mingyu cleared his throat awkwardly, “Also, here’s your change of clothes.”

“Come on sis, let’s get changed,” Vernon grabbed the bags from Mingyu, “Then you can go downstairs and show off your boyfriend.”

You and Vernon entered the main house. Vernon dressed in Kenzo and you were in one of your mom’s prototype creations for Celine.

Minghao spotted you two and quickly waved you over. You felt people’s stares and heard their not-so-soft whispers. Of course, you didn’t expect anybody to know you but people knew Vernon thanks to his regular attendance at events.

“Oh my word is that-?”

“Vernon Chwe! But who’s the girl?”

“Is that Hansol's new girlfriend?” (You and Vernon stuck your tongue out in disgust)

“Omg, her dress is to die for!”

“As usual, the Chwe twins become the talk of the party.” Minghao teased.

You rolled your eyes at Minghao before being pulled into Seungcheol’s arms.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Seungcheol drawled, giving you one of his lazy smiles.

“Hi, handsome.” A shy smile appearing on your face.

The two of you were in your own world, his hands on your waist as his thumbs traced soft patterns, his brown eyes staring deeply into yours. How he wished he had chose to surprise you at your house instead of a party. After being away from you for so long all he wanted was some alone time with you.

“Is that Choi Seungcheol?” “It is!”

“So that girl is not dating Chwe Hansol?”

“Must be some well-off socialite.”

God people were nosy.

You rolled your eyes at Seungcheol who returned with an amused chuckle.

“Let’s move somewhere else.” You muttered, moving to rest your head on Seungcheol’s shoulder, hiding yourself from the curious onlookers.

“Anything you want.”

The pair of you exited the main house and into the massive garden. The crowd started to thin as you went further out of the compound. You knew the place like the back of your hand having spent majority of your childhood running around here. You caught sight of what you were looking for, a white gazebo surrounded by a pond, which was thankfully devoid of people.

You pulled Seungcheol under the gazebo, returning into his arms as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“You should have told me you were coming!” You pouted at him.

“That would have defeated the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about all of this.” You muttered, burying your head into his chest.

Seungcheol stroked your hair affectionately. “I don’t care about that, I have you, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You grumbled from his chest.

He chuckled at your cuteness, continuing to run his hand through your hair.

“What about your parents?” You asked, not daring to look at his face.

“I cut them off.”

“WHAT?” You pulled yourself off him, mouth agape. “Cheol! You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I can.” Seungcheol assured. “And I did.”

“Oh my goodness, don’t stop talking to your parents just because of me!” You cried, you didn’t want to be the cause of a family fall-out. This was starting to sound like the Taiwanese drama your mother was telling you about over lunch.

“Listen,” Seungcheol said, moving the stray pieces of hair out of your face, “I plan to marry you and I don’t want you to deal with my crazy parents ever.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, darling.” You fretted, “But what about money? What about your inheritance?”

You weren’t worried about money per say, you alone had enough for the both of you for the rest of you life (and a million other lives). You couldn’t deny what his parents said: Seungcheol was raised with a certain lifestyle. If he were to lose everything it would be extremely hard for him to transition away from all that. He also spent majority of his life being groomed by his parents to take over, it would horrible to watch all that hard work be thrown away.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I own a large percentage of the company.” Seungcheol said nonchalantly.

You peered at him, eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

“The company is still technically under my grandpa and not my dad. He transferred my portion of shares to me before I came here.” He explained, tracing your eyebrows with his thumbs, trying to get you to relax. “He was quite pissed with my parents when I told him what they did to you.”

“He really likes you by the way.” A proud look on Seungcheol’s face, “I mean it’s impossible not to.”

You blinked a few times, loss for words. Seungcheol face morphed into that of worry.

“I probably won’t be some big shot CEO in the future. I might become a rapper or something.” He laughed nervously.

Now that Seungcheol’s future was so uncertain, he was worried he might not be enough for you. You who had such a bright future, even without the help of your parents. He didn’t want to seem like a burden to you.

“Cheol, you could be my stay-at-home husband for all I care.” You paused, “Are you sure you’re ok with all this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your relationship with your parents? The fact that you lost your position in the company?”

“Baby, I genuinely did not care about any position or ranking in that building.” Seungcheol clarified, “My relationship with my parents was destroyed the day they stopped prioritising their child over their work.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like all of this was your fault.

“Please don’t cry, okay?” Seungcheol reassured you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes. “None of this is your fault.”

More tears started pouring down your cheeks as you let out soft sobs. Seungcheol pulled you back into his chest. He held you tight against him as he rested his chin on your head. He continued muttering soft apologies as you bawled into his chest.

a/n: not very confident about this chapter, but I seriously hope it wasn't too bad 😭

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