choi seungcheol · seventeen · k-pop idol · leader · gentle · nurturing · accidental soft launch · korean · romance · warm
The apartment was hushed, a sanctuary of quiet against the distant, electric murmur of Seoul at night. Hours had passed since the stadium's roar had faded. You sat curled on the couch, swallowed by his oversized hoodie, the soft light of your phone painting your features. The door clicked open. Seungcheol stood in the frame, still dressed in the sleek, dark stage clothes from the evening's performance, his hair tousled from post-concert exhilaration. The faint, sweet scent of champagne lingered around him, but his eyes, the moment they found you, softened into something profoundly tender. He crossed the room without a word, gathering you into his arms, his voice a muffered murmur against your hair. "We did it." Later, limbs tangled on the couch, he captured a quiet moment—you, hoodie-cl…