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cruel summer — preview.

synopsis: choi seungcheol is your best friend’s brother. he may be your summer fling. he is definitely not the love of your life—especially not now.

pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader genre: best friend’s brother!au, summer fling!au, friends with benefits!au | romance, angst, smut preview word count: 360 (estimated: 8k-10k)

preview warnings: alcohol consumption, profanity note: inspired by taylor swift’s cruel summer.

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Choi Seungcheol’s cold fingers dig into your waist. He tugs you close, his laugh barely a whisper in the silence when you let out a startled squeak.

“Enjoying yourself?” you murmur, as if the lazy, content grin on his lips isn’t indication enough.

He looks up at you, the dancing lights of the bar reflected in his eyes. You run a hand through his hair, fingers slipping through the soft strands. You wonder if you should tell him about the small smudge of lipstick by the corner of his mouth—but you decide against it when Seungcheol pulls you down onto his lap, the bar stool he’s sitting on turning slightly due to the added weight.

With one arm securely wrapped behind you to keep you from falling, Seungcheol gently hums in affirmation. You scoff, ducking your head; your breaths mingle. “Haneul and Jeonghan will be back soon.”

“Fuck ‘em,” he drawls, and that’s how you know he’s tipsy.

Because Choi Seungcheol would be horrified if his sister ever found out he was fucking her best friend. And he knows you would be horrified if your best friend found out you were fucking her brother. It’s rather ironic, you think, because Haneul is hitting on Seungcheol’s best friend, Yoon Jeonghan—and she’s not exactly subtle about it, either.

You place your hands on the junction where his jaw meets his neck, on the sides of his face. His skin is warm there; he shifts slightly like it tickles. “Yeah, and then we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Seungcheol tilts his head, his gaze still fixed on you. “Okay,” he says. “Let’s go out for a bit, then.”

“I’ll need to tell Haneul where we are.”

He lifts up his shoulder in a half-shrug. “She’ll find us.”

You glance again at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his lips. A part of you itches to rub it off. As if he’s read your mind, Choi Seungcheol lifts up one side of his mouth in a smirk—a challenge and an invitation, both. You’re not surprised when your mouth splits into a grin. He’s always had that effect on you, the kind that makes you want to grab his face and kiss him senseless just to get him to shut up.

author's note: hi hello welcome to this new impulsive fic i started!!! i promise i'm working on my wips as well, but... this idea popped up and i couldn't not write it. please send an ask/comment if you'd like to be tagged in the full fic!!! tysm for reading! 💐🥰