AN: SOMEONE STOP ME MY KEYBOARD IS ON FIRE. Thank you to oceanflow for the request! And thank you to sabotenworld for letting me write my own spin on things! I hope you all enjoy this!

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“We have red carpet in 3 hours…”

“Mhmm…”

“We have to get dressed.”

“Ugh… clothes…”

Jeonghan let out a low chuckle as he pushed himself off of Seungcheol’s chest, wincing slightly at the delicious soreness in his hips. Seungcheol smirked at the sight of his boyfriend so scandalously marked before sitting up as well so they were now nose to nose. “I don’t want to go, Hannie.” He said with a whine and Jeonghan couldn’t help but be filled with a strange sense of déjà vu. He shook it off before rolling his eyes playfully and moving off of Seungcheol, the sheets pooling to the floor to give Seungcheol a particularly nice view of his backside.

“Are you going to get up?” Jeonghan called, opening their shared walk-in closet before turning around to look at Seungcheol, blushing slightly at the absolute lust in his boyfriend’s gaze. No matter how long it’s been, he will most definitely not get used to that. “I think I like my view from here.” Seungcheol said, leaning against their headboard with a grin. Jeonghan threw a pair of slacks his way before raising his brow and smirking delicately.

“I’ll ask the driver to roll up the partition in the limo if you hurry up.” He said, his voice low and sultry.

Seungcheol never moved so fast.

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The limo ride was worth getting out of bed. Jeonghan made sure of that, at least.

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No matter how many red carpets he’s been to, how many movies he’s acted in and how many cameras he’s smiled at, Jeonghan was still nervous. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe this was his life. If you had told him 13 years ago that he’d be walking the red carpet with a thousand dollar watch on one arm and a priceless, ridiculously good looking boyfriend on the other, he would have punched you in the teeth.

But now here he was, at his first ever Oscars, Seungcheol by his side and whole stomach full of butterflies to keep him company.

“Smile, babe.” Seungcheol whispered in his ear as camera men shouted at them from all directions. Jeonghan tightened his grip of Seungcheol’s arm before relaxing his shoulders and allowing a small smile to play on his lips.

“Jeonghan! Over here!”

“To your left, Jeonghan, to your left!”

“Smile nice and big, guys! Nice and big!”

Their harsh English was just a reminder that they were no longer on home soil. That this might as well have been a whole new world that Jeonghan had submerged the both of them in. He glanced over at Seungcheol and couldn’t help but smile even wider as his boyfriend addressed the cameras with such ease. His smile was small, professional and courteous, showing just how much a businessman he was.

He initially told Seungcheol that he didn’t have to go. He knew his boyfriend was busy, what with being the CEO of a large company in Seoul, with meetings to attend and work to be done, but Seungcheol insisted.

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“I’m going Jeonghan, and there’s nothing you can do that’ll make me change my mind.”

Jeonghan frowned as Seungcheol moved across their apartment to pour himself a glass of whiskey. Jeonghan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the cliché of it all. “You can’t possibly miss work for two whole weeks just to accompany me! Seungcheol that’s crazy.” Jeonghan retorted, eyes following his boyfriend’s figure move from the bar to their living room to sit on their couch.

Their all to expensive couch that Jeonghan would probably kill him for if he spilled even a drop of whiskey on it.

“Do you want me to be there?” Seungcheol asked simply.

“I-… I-“ Well of course he did, but he was trying to be selfless here.

“Do you not get nervous on red carpets?” Again, Jeonghan was left without an answer, because they both knew, loud and clear, that Jeonghan needed Seungcheol. At the end of the day, Jeonghan needed him, and Seungcheol was happy to give that to him. Seungcheol let out a sigh as he rested his glass on their table (Jeonghan probably would have flipped because he neglected to use a coaster, but that was an argument for another day). He crossed their living room in 5 long strides before cupping Jeonghan’s face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this?” Seungcheol asked after a while, his thumbs caressing the nape of Jeonghan’s neck. Jeonghan pursed his lips, unable to meet Seungcheol’s gaze.

“You’re always giving in to me. Always the one who bends over backwards, just to make me happy.” Jeonghan said softly. Seungcheol let out a laugh before resting his forehead on Jeonghan’s. “Is that a bad thing?” He asked in amusement.

“Yes! Because I want to be able to do the same!” Jeonghan looked up at Seungcheol and Seungcheol was surprised to find his boyfriend’s eyes grow glassy. Jeonghan sniffled as he gripped Seungcheol’s waist, worrying his bottom lip as he struggled to find words.

“I hear what they say about me, Cheol… What they say about us.”

Trophy boyfriend… Gold digger… Jeonghan tried to ignore it most of the time, but in the end, the obvious stares he’d get from Seungcheol’s employees, the tabloids he’d see on papers… Seungcheol had tried to have them all taken down so Jeonghan wouldn’t see, but it was inevitable.

“You’re giving me so much.” Jeonghan finished meekly, unable to continue because really, it was a pathetic argument to begin with. A whine from someone who probably fits every ugly category the people around him are boxing him in.

Seungcheol was silent for a while before pulling away, only to smile at Jeonghan, a smile that had his eyes grow misty once again, because it radiated such purity, such love, such devotion that Jeonghan felt he didn’t deserve it.

“Yoon Jeonghan, don’t you get it?” Seungcheol started before letting out a sigh and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that had Jeonghan’s knees grow weak. “You deserve the world, my love.” Seungcheol said in between kisses as he so lovingly brushed the tears off of Jeonghan’s cheeks.

“And I’m only happy to give it to you.”

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Jeonghan couldn’t help but smile at the memory, his gaze softening as he would turn to Seungcheol. He really didn’t deserve it. Their translator ushered them to their interviews, and although they could both understand and speak English to some extent, Jeonghan had insisted that they bring him along.

“It’ll give me time to think.” Jeonghan explained to Seungkwan as his translator nodded in understanding.

“Big movie tonight. I’m sure you’re making South Korea proud.” The interviewer smiled as Seungkwan reiterated what he said in korean, throwing in a few more comments of praise that had Jeonghan smiling.

“It’s an honour to be a part of it. I’m happy to represent my country in such a way.”

The interview went on smoothly and Jeonghan answered the questions with a professional ease that impressed both interviewers alike.

“And I see you brought a date.” The interviewer motioned to Seungcheol, who only bowed in return, a small smile on his face. “He’s the CEO of a large company in Korea, from what I heard.” The co-interviewer supplied and Jeonghan couldn’t help but nod proudly after Seungkwan translated for them.

“Look like he scored himself quite the trophy.” Jeonghan froze as the interviewers shared a laugh, oblivious to the fact that Jeonghan and Seungcheol could understand them perfectly. Seungkwan looked between the interviewers and Jeonghan, unsure whether to translate that or not. Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan before moving forward slightly, shocking the interviewers with his sudden shift.

“You’re mistaken, actually.” Seungcheol said, his English accented by the slight curl of Daegu, his smile turning dangerous as he wrapped a protective arm around Jeonghan’s waist.

“If anyone is the trophy boyfriend, it’d be me.”  

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AN: ALSO, I don't know if any of you were able to catch on, but there's something sneaky happening in each of the chapters. mehehehehehehehe it's more obvious here than in the others, but if you are able to tweet me or comment on what it is, then you get a special chapter dedicated to you! AU of your choice! 
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