Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups

Fluff

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'I'm intrigued... Who is that?'

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It's just going to be a normal, boring school day for me. I know it.

I'm standing near my locker with one of my friends, talking about random stuff and just general nonsense. It's strange, really. My friend and I can just talk about anything for ages; I swear we could just talk about socks non-stop for an hour or so.

I laugh at a remark they make before they start to talk about boys in our class, but just focuses on one in particular. I've forgotten his name, as I don't really talk about people other than celebrities and friends. He's normally labelled 'the quiet boy' of the class.

Literally, he never speaks to anyone or asks or answers anything. It's like his mouth is sewn shut. He's always got his head down, either working or reading something. I find it... Interesting. His body language when he's working looks like he's trying to isolate himself or like he's trying to shy away into his non-existent shell.

Next lesson, he's in there. Maybe I should talk to him? Try to get to know him. It might do some good, as he's normally all on his own or getting harassed on the roof by some of the other boys, trying to get him to talk.

Damn, I feel sorry for that guy...

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" My friend clicks their fingers in front of my face multiple times, snapping me out of my daze that I never realized I fell into.

"I'm sorry, what?" I reply, trying to keep my attention to the person in front of me, who was obviously looking a little annoyed.

"I said- Wait, never mind. Here he comes." They whisper, leaning up against the lockers as the boy I was thinking of walks past, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater as his head was kept dipped down towards the floor. His eyes were wide open, looking like he was always on alert. I watch his actions and movements closely, my lips parting as I observe him.

I feel the urge to follow him but I try to push the urge away, looking back at my friend quickly. "He might be going to class already. He's always in their first when I go."

My friend nods their head slowly, also looking back so our eyes meet. "I think he's quite cute. The way he acts just seems adorable to me."

I chuckle, standing up straight from leaning on my locker. "Should I try and talk to him? I'm in his next lesson."

"Yes!" They exclaim excitedly, quickly clearing their throat to avoid awkwardness due to the many people in the hallway looking over at the voice. "You should totally try that. Try and get that voice out of him. I wanna know what he sounds like."

I nod with a wide smile on my face, "Alright, I'll tell you about it at break. Meet me here."

Just as they were about to say something else, the bell rings to the first lesson and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I'm nervous. Well, it's not really that much of a surprise. Who wouldn't be nervous about talking to a guy you barely know? Not knowing how he would react to a complete stranger talking to him?

Me and my friend say our goodbyes before I begin to walk towards the room my class is taking place in, stepping in once I get there and immediately spotting the boy with his head hidden behind a book, obviously reading.

I bite my lip in anticipation of what's to come, gripping onto the handles of my backpack and walking over slowly. My desk was right in front of him. Why didn't I talk to him before now? I mustn't have noticed him... How sad.

I sit down and hang my bag on my chair, waiting a few moments before swiveling around on my chair, shakily lifting my hand and tapping the book cover. He doesn't move the book at all, he just keeps reading. I repeat my action and he finally drops his hands after a few moments, looking straight at me.

Now I see his features clearly, I am truly astonished. I just stare, a small squeak escaping my lips. He just looks at me with that blank expression of his, also catching me by surprise.

I snap out of my gaze for the second time, bowing my head quickly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I just want to ask, what's your name?"

He puts his book down on his desk slowly, still looking right into my eyes with a slight glare. He reaches for a small piece of paper with unclear scribbles on it, taking a pen and writing something. He shows me what he wrote, the markings reading:

'Why do you want to know?'

I look up at him quickly, quite surprised, leaning my arms on the back of the chair. "I just don't know your name, so I want to know. And why won't you talk to me? Is there a problem with your voice box or something?"

He shakes his head and writes something else down on the paper.

'I don't have the confidence...'

I sigh and shake my head in pure disbelief, resting my head in my hand. "Why don't you try? Just a tiny, quiet whisper will help."

He shakes his head again, making me huff. I know I should be patient but I can't help it. I whisper to him, leaning forwards slightly. "Just to me? I won't judge you, I promise."

The boy looks down with a blush of pink on his cheeks, leaning back slightly. Did I get too close? Maybe I did... He then scribbles something else down, it reading:

'Do you really promise me, though? You won't force me to speak more, right?'

"No, of course not." I state quickly, my eyebrows furrowing together. "Just, tell me your name before you do. I don't know what to greet you as in the future."

'My name's Seungcheol'

He then quickly scribbles on the paper again.

'I already know you, Y/N. No need to introduce yourself'

I smile widely and look up at Seungcheol. Wow, what a name... Did that sound sarcastic?

"Well, Seungcheol, can I hear your voice now?" I ask quietly, looking at him with curiosity.

'What do I say?'

He looks at me with his piercing eyes, pursing his lips and obviously feeling nervous about speaking. I think for a moment, humming softly to myself. "Maybe just introduce yourself? Or just a little hello?"

Seungcheol fiddles with his sleeves like he did when he walked down the hall here, looking around with a nervous expression. I keep my eyes on him, giving him a reassuring smile when he looks at me again.

"H-Hello..." He mutters so quiet I could barely hear it. All I know is that his voice is deep, sounding shaky, as if he was scared. "I-I'm Seungcheol."

"That was great!" I clap my hands slightly, himself looking down at his hands shyly. "Now, you can just pass notes to me if you don't want to speak. I understand."

"I-I kinda wanna speak n-now..." He whispers again, leaning closer towards me, obviously resulting in my heart beginning to pound against my chest. Very, very hard. "B-But only to you."

I just stare at Seungcheol with a flustered expression, soon snapping out of it and shaking my head quickly. "That's good! How about you tell me more about you?"

I can see him thinking hard. I guess he doesn't know what to say, as he had never been social with anyone since he joined this school, I believe. I find it worrying, but his expression was just... So damn cute. I rest my elbows on his desk and place my head in my hands, waiting for him patiently.

He finally speaks up after a minute or so. "I-I guess my birthday is the 8th of A-August..."

I smile widely at him. I now realise that I gained some of his trust... He trusts me enough for me to hear him speak! Oh my god, why do I feel so happy right now? I feel so excited, do I have a new friend? Have I befriended the quiet boy? THE Choi Seungcheol?!

I snap out of my daze for the THIRD time, noticing I was staring at Seungcheol the whole time I was thinking, seeing he was blushing hard. My eyes widen quickly as I apologise with a rushed tone. He looked down and smiled to himself. "Y-You're quite cute when you're flustered..."

Now, I did NOT expect for him to say that. It was finally my turn to blush and turn into a tomato - thanks, Seungcheol.

"I-I... What am I supposed to say to that, Cheolie?" I ask as I try to keep confident, trying not to let this adorable boy take control. He didn't look up. His smile had suddenly disappeared, pulling his sleeves over his pale hands. I shake my head in disbelief and remove the sleeves from covering his hands, taking them in my smaller ones.

Honestly, I was surprised by the size difference... And the warmth. It wasn't a boiling warmth, but that of a comforting type. It made me feel somewhat relaxed with him, but I was denying the fact I was already slightly attracted to him.

In the corner of my eye, I could see his face turn redder than I've ever seen before. "Y-Y/N, is th-this necessary?"

His voice shakes more with every word and I feel my stomach drop at the sound, looking up at him swiftly and gripping onto his hands tighter. "I just didn't want you to cover your hands all the time. Like, look at them! They're really pretty, in some way."

I giggle softly and Seungcheol laughs a few moments after me; it was a very quiet and nervous laugh, but I could feel the feeling behind it. I knew he wasn't faking, and that made me feel slightly better.

Soon, the bell had rung for students to make their way to class, letting go of Seungcheol's hands slowly and giving him one last smile before sitting properly in my seat, facing the teacher who had just wandered in.

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It's now break and I'm walking out of my classroom, only to bump into the one and only... Seungcheol? Without hesitation, I grab his hand and smile at him, leading him over to a more quiet place so he would feel more comfortable. We soon sat down on a set of stairs at the very back of the school, which was pretty much deserted at break times.

I'm sitting quite close to him, still holding his hand. Have I gained the trust of this boy with just a few words and phrases? If so, I must be like superwoman or something. I feel Seungcheol intertwine our fingers, which makes my cheeks burn quickly.

I whisper. "Seungcheol?"

"Hm?" He replies softly, turning his head from looking at our hands to my eyes, making my heart skip a beat. What was this feeling? What is it? I've never had this before...

"D-Do you have a crush on anyone here?" I blurt out unconsciously, not even keeping up with what I'm saying to him. 'Damn it...'

"Well, I guess I do." I just realised he didn't stutter... I REALLY AM SUPERWOMAN.

I feel my stomach drop like before but I smile excitedly, shuffling closer so I could find out who it was. "Cheolie~ Who is it?"

"I can give you clues?" He suggests with a shrug, making me nod frantically. Seungcheol chuckles softly. "Okay, they're in this school. It's a she. She's smaller than me. Quite talkative. Maybe a little popular, but not too popular."

"So, it's not me?" I question after he stopped speaking, furrowing my eyebrows together a little. No way in hell am I one of the populars, as people say. I will never be accepted into their little group. It's sad, really...

"Well, you never know. It might be you, it might be someone else." Seungcheol shrugs again, leaving me utterly confused. I JUST WANT TO KNOW, GODDAMNIT.

"Cheolie~ Tell me~ I'll keep on bugging you until you tell me." I whine and tug on his sleeve to try and get him to say who he likes, pouting and giving him puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"

"Hm... Maybe later." He chuckles to himself softly as he saw my expression, resulting in myself huffing and letting go of him, turning my body so I was facing away from him with my arms crossed over my chest.

He soon freezes on the spot, only just about to put his arm around me when I turned, but I didn't know that. I looked down at my lap and got startled when I heard someone singing softly beside me, knowing it was Seungcheol. 'He... Can sing?!'

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, seeing he had his own gaze locked onto me, a smile visible on his lips as they moved. That made blush hard... How can I gain the ability to control my red cheeks?!

After a moment or two, I finally gain the courage to look at him, his voice quieting down rather quickly as our eyes met. Is this some kind of cliche? Am I stuck in a movie? Is this real? Someone pinch me.

With all my thinking, I didn't even realise that Seungcheol had gotten so close, his arms around my waist while mine were slung around his neck, feeling his warm breath hit my lips gently. I gulp down hard, waiting for him to make a move, which he did...

Our lips met slowly, my eyes closing automatically as a very weird feeling appeared in my stomach. I felt like this was going too quickly, but I liked that. It really does show how people can get so close to one another in a short time period... Very short. But, oh well, it's fine anyways.

It was a minute before we actually pulled away, both of us hesitant to do so, but I don't know why. Seungcheol had a wide smile on his face, showing off his teeth. Is it weird to think that teeth are cute? Well, Seungcheol's are cute...

"I think I like you." I blurt out once again, making myself gasp and slapping my hand over my mouth, eyes wide as I wait for his response. I see a dark blush on his cheeks, and I mirror him. Why did I say that? It's been... Under 3 hours?! I'm crazy! Gah, Y/N, what's wrong with you?!

"I-I like you, too... I have for a while..." Seungcheol stammers and smiles cheerily at me, removing my hand from over my mouth and leaning closer again. I smile with him, closing my eyes slowly and expecting for his lips to collide with mine.

UNtiL

"Y/N?! Y/N, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU- Oh, hello lovebirds~." F/N bursts through the door and their gaze latches onto Seungcheol and I, making us pull away and shuffle away from each other. They wink at us and I scowl at them, making them laugh loudly.

"Make sure to use protection." They giggle and run away. I let out a shout and run after them, pulling Seungcheol along with me. No way was I leaving him on his own.

We just chased after F/N. It was fun. And pretty much, Seungcheol and I were together.

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