Ship/Member: Seungcheol/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: 2nd person pov, idolverse, loyalty as weakness, implied infidelity, jeonghan is mean, cheol inherent dogboyism, based on a very specific fansign video lol you know the one Permission to remix: Please ask
first attempt at 2nd person pov, i hope it doesn't suck!!! i had fun trying it out. sorry for *vague hand gesture* this ***
You’re standing, looking around you with mild disinterest. You don’t want to be here, but you can’t escape your duties, can’t hide from the things you have to do.
A weary sigh comes out of your lips, as you just stand and wait for someone else to be done talking so your turns roll in, microphone heavy between your fingers. As you wait you let your gaze roam, never stopping over anyone in particular.
Until.
Seungcheol is smiling, deep dimples bracketing his plushy lips. He runs a hand through his dark hair, even if the stylist isn’t going to be happy about it - but your schedule is almost over, and Seungcheol has never been known for his patience. The smile on his lips stretches as Mingyu whispers something in his ear, as he rests his hand over Mingyu’s chest to lean into him and listen better.
It crackles in your veins, the need to call for him. His name falls out of your mouth, easy like breathing.
How fast he turns in your direction bugs you, makes you sink your teeth on your bottom lip. You suck it in your mouth as you watch him moving closer, even though you didn’t ask him to. There’s a spring in his steps, the bouncing of a kid moving towards an ice cream truck, excitement clear in the way he moves. He’s dancing to the song playing in the background.
Cute, you think despite yourself.
You say something else, voice low as not to be heard by anyone but him. Camera flashes are going off, and someone is probably recording this interaction, but they don’t know the words you say have other meanings.
Seungcheol perks up like a trained dog, his face turning towards you with his signature expression, wide eyes and pouty mouth. He hasn’t heard you, so you repeat the words, a murmur that has him biting his lips as he leans into your personal space.
“Me?” He asks you, touching his hand to his chest and looking at you with little stars dancing in his eyes. You can’t help the cruel smirk that curls your lips.
He’s so easy to read.
The devotion in his gaze, the way he moves around you like you’re the sun and he’s nothing but a silly little planet orbiting around you.
He’s so easy.
You turn your back to the people sitting there, watching you. You say something else, something sharp, something that has Seungcheol’s eyes widening - his ears going red at the tips, his expression crestfallen.
Your hand rests easily on his shoulder as you turn back around, and you can feel the tendons below your touch, the way they’re taught with nervous energy, with the need to say or do something.
But you’re in public, and even if Seungcheol has never been known for his patience, he’s been known for the way he loves - deeply, encompassing.
Too strongly, with far too much of himself.
Your hand squeezes his muscles, as the adoration in his gaze swims with betrayal, with annoyance, with… with something dark.
Even though, all in all, you know you’ve won. You’re always winning, because Seungcheol is like an obedient puppy at the foot of his master, and your hold around his leash is far too strong for him to break free this easily.
He’ll get angry, maybe he won’t talk to you for a day or two, but he’ll come back, tail between his legs. He’ll be the one asking for your forgiveness, even when he’s done nothing but being a good boy, a good lover, a good leader.
Too good. Too loyal. Too trusting.
Your hand slips off his shoulder, down his chest, to rest over his heart. You could reap it out, if you wanted to.
[FILL]: asystole
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: 2nd person pov, idolverse, loyalty as weakness, implied infidelity, jeonghan is mean, cheol inherent dogboyism, based on a very specific fansign video lol you know the one
Permission to remix: Please ask
first attempt at 2nd person pov, i hope it doesn't suck!!! i had fun trying it out. sorry for *vague hand gesture* this
***
You’re standing, looking around you with mild disinterest. You don’t want to be here, but you can’t escape your duties, can’t hide from the things you have to do.
A weary sigh comes out of your lips, as you just stand and wait for someone else to be done talking so your turns roll in, microphone heavy between your fingers. As you wait you let your gaze roam, never stopping over anyone in particular.
Until.
Seungcheol is smiling, deep dimples bracketing his plushy lips. He runs a hand through his dark hair, even if the stylist isn’t going to be happy about it - but your schedule is almost over, and Seungcheol has never been known for his patience. The smile on his lips stretches as Mingyu whispers something in his ear, as he rests his hand over Mingyu’s chest to lean into him and listen better.
It crackles in your veins, the need to call for him. His name falls out of your mouth, easy like breathing.
How fast he turns in your direction bugs you, makes you sink your teeth on your bottom lip. You suck it in your mouth as you watch him moving closer, even though you didn’t ask him to. There’s a spring in his steps, the bouncing of a kid moving towards an ice cream truck, excitement clear in the way he moves. He’s dancing to the song playing in the background.
Cute, you think despite yourself.
You say something else, voice low as not to be heard by anyone but him. Camera flashes are going off, and someone is probably recording this interaction, but they don’t know the words you say have other meanings.
Seungcheol perks up like a trained dog, his face turning towards you with his signature expression, wide eyes and pouty mouth. He hasn’t heard you, so you repeat the words, a murmur that has him biting his lips as he leans into your personal space.
“Me?” He asks you, touching his hand to his chest and looking at you with little stars dancing in his eyes. You can’t help the cruel smirk that curls your lips.
He’s so easy to read.
The devotion in his gaze, the way he moves around you like you’re the sun and he’s nothing but a silly little planet orbiting around you.
He’s so easy.
You turn your back to the people sitting there, watching you. You say something else, something sharp, something that has Seungcheol’s eyes widening - his ears going red at the tips, his expression crestfallen.
Your hand rests easily on his shoulder as you turn back around, and you can feel the tendons below your touch, the way they’re taught with nervous energy, with the need to say or do something.
But you’re in public, and even if Seungcheol has never been known for his patience, he’s been known for the way he loves - deeply, encompassing.
Too strongly, with far too much of himself.
Your hand squeezes his muscles, as the adoration in his gaze swims with betrayal, with annoyance, with… with something dark.
Even though, all in all, you know you’ve won. You’re always winning, because Seungcheol is like an obedient puppy at the foot of his master, and your hold around his leash is far too strong for him to break free this easily.
He’ll get angry, maybe he won’t talk to you for a day or two, but he’ll come back, tail between his legs. He’ll be the one asking for your forgiveness, even when he’s done nothing but being a good boy, a good lover, a good leader.
Too good. Too loyal. Too trusting.
Your hand slips off his shoulder, down his chest, to rest over his heart. You could reap it out, if you wanted to.
“I fucked Mingyu, you know?”
Maybe you already did.