By the time Jeonghan reached the dorm, he was sweating from head to toe and cursing non-stop.

Why, you ask?

First: a certain someone, who happened to be a sly kiss-stealer and also happened to be his stupid excuse of a leader, left him alone on the street. Heart beating bat crazy, face reddening like a flaming lava. Second: after he snapped out of his inner turmoil and sprang into action mode, he accidently bumped into a girl who screamed like there is no tomorrow to his ears after 0.7 seconds of seeing his face.

To make it more perfect, that girl wasn’t alone. In fact, there were another three girls behind her and yes, they screamed too. And if a single scream could make him suffer a temporary deafness, triple screams literally could wake the entire neighborhood up. Someone even went out of their house and asked them—the girls—if there was a thief or something. Didn’t want to add anymore walking trouble to his list, he ran. Ran like his life depended on it — yes, maybe it did — and mouthing ‘Coups, you bastard’ repeatedly like a good-luck charm.

So, that was why he had to run in circles, playing cat and mouse, for what seemed like hours. He sure was trying his hardest to get rid of those maddening fangirls, and thus, ended up like that— sweating, cursing, all. Thank God he managed to escape. He didn’t dare imagining those girls asking him why on earth one of SEVENTEEN lead vocals was wandering all alone in time like this.

Of course, saying he actually was accompanied by Seungcheol moments ago before that bastard stole two kisses from him then fled like the jerk he is wouldn’t do it. He had to think of another answer which wouldn’t make them scream again and wakening another neighborhood. Sadly, his mind didn’t want to cooperate, so his feet took action.

He ran, ran again, and keep on running until his fangirls lost track of him and then reached the dorm fully filled with boiling tiredness and rage.

Also, the fact that that certain someone he wanted to punch square to the face, smash their lips together, then crane kick in the mouth was nowhere to be seen didn’t help him at all. If anything, it added more fuel to the fire.

Jeonghan stomped his feet as he made his way around the first floor. He opened random doors, looked up and down, under the tables, in order to catch his prey. But even after minutes of doing so, his action came to no avail.

Where the heck is he?

The long-haired man practically hollering bloody murder in the dark hallways. To hell with the fact that it was 11:45 PM and maybe some of his doengsaengs were in their dream land already. He cursed for the nth time under his breath as he opened yet another door he found.

“CHOI SEUNGCHEOL. COME AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN OR I’LL FIND YOU, TIE YOU ON A CHAIR, PLASTERED YOUR MOUTH, THEN RAVISH YO—“

Jeonghan stopped moving, breath hitched, mouth agape, then blinked a few times at eleven pairs of confused eyes looking back straight at him. Okay, maybe only six pairs because he swore Hansol and Mingyu look at him with pure mischief in their eyes, Jisoo and Jun gave him a knowing one, and Jihoon with something that said ‘I heard you as clear as day’.

It was their maknae who snapped out of his confusion first, turned off the TV, switched on the lights, and let out a rail of questions, “Hyung? What happened to you? Why are you sweating that much and so red in the face? Did something happen?”

Jeonghan, snapped from whatever insanity he was from that made him practically yelled like mad before, was ready to voice his answer. The answer that consisted the whole story of the maddening fangirls and how he survived until now, but the youngest of them all gasped all of a sudden like something in his head just clicked.

“Oh my!” He dramatically closed his mouth with both hands, “did someone ravish you?! You shouted something like ‘ravish’ before, right?!”

Jeonghan face flushed even more. His face literally went hundred shades of red while Mingyu and Hansol practically rolling on the floor.

“Holy —I mean, no!” He squeaked. “It’s Coups’ fault—“

“WHAT?! SEUNGCHEOL-HYUNG RAVISHED YOU?!”

Everyone, sans those who knew, freaked out in an instant.

“HOW DARE HE TOUCHED OUR JEONGHAN-HYUNG WITH HIS DIRTY HANDS!”

“HE TAINTED HIM! HE TAINTED OUR ANGEL-HYUNG!”

“BURN HIM! BURN HIM!”

“TURN HIM INTO ASHES AS THE REDEMPTION OF HIS SIN!”

And before the anarchist mess of overdramatic dongsaengs which actually consisted Chan, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Soonyoung, and Minghao found their way to wherever in hell Seungcheol was, Hansol stopped them with another roll on the floor.

“Guys!” He breathed in between another hysterical laughter. Mingyu looked just as ridiculous beside him. Wonwoo had to remind his fellow rapper to breath every five seconds. “No, no. You got it wrong, guys.” Hansol smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Jeonghan who immediately knew what he is going to say. “It actually Jeonghan-hyung who wants to ravi—hmmph!”

Before Hansol got the honor of letting the whole world heard his deepest, dirtiest desire for a certain sly kiss-stealer, Jeonghan grabbed the nearest curtain and shoved it to the rapper’s face. Successfully making the younger flail like a choked fish and earned an unmanly shriek from Seungkwan.

“What Hansol wants to say is that, no, I’m not ravished by anyone.” Jeonghan tried to smile at the collective “So, what?!” he received.

Left with no other choice, he told them the whole story. Of course he skipped the cheesy part where Seungcheol embraced him and all, especially when the said leader kissed him. Not once, but twice.

He ended his story with a question. “So, tell me, where the hell is that bastard? I need to kick his .”

“Have you checked the trashcan?” Jihoon said. “You know, the place where he belongs.”

Soonyoung poked him right in the ribs. “Hey, that’s not how to talk about older people.”

“Kwon,” the pink haired male was too annoyed to watch his tongue, “don’t make me smooch your face right here, right now.”

Everyone gasped in unison, including the said Kwon. It took the producer exactly three seconds to realize the that slipped out from his mouth for the whole world to know and his face colored from embarrassment and rage almost immediately.

“I meant ‘smack’, goddamnit.”

Seokmin scolded him for that. “Hush, hyung, stop cursing. We have a kid here,” he said as he closed Chan’s ears with his hands. The younger wailed at the action, but Seokmin ignored him and said another thing instead. “And also, go smushy-smoochy in somewhere else. We won’t mind.”

Jihoon was about to flip a table, but Jisoo’s smooth voice stopped him.

“Seungcheol’s upstairs. Maybe asleep already.”

“Good. I’ll be back after throwing him to the bathtub.” Jeonghan jumped from his position. Ready to grab the door. Well, at least, that was his intent before Jun’s voice prevented him.

“…Or you can just sit here then tell us your full story,” the Chinese smirked. “See if we can help you punish him after knowing the skipped parts.”

Oh, he knew.

“Sounds tempting, but my answer is a ‘no’, gentlemen.”

Jun was acting like a by now. He dropped his shoulders in mock disappointment. “Aw, of course you want to punish him yourself by ravishing hi—“

“What’s with all the ‘ravishing’ thing, really?!” Jeonghan had to fight the urge to flip the same table Jihoon chose before. Poor table was innocent.

Jisoo smiled warmly. “Then, how do you want to punish him? I know you won’t truly throw him to the bathtub.”

Screw you, Hong Jisoo, and your sparkling eyes that prevented my brain from working on another lie.

“Well, I—I…”

“Really, hyung, we want to help you. Nothing else.” Jun sighed dramatically. “We all know you have the hot for our leader, right? We can help you punish him or rather… we can help you confess your undying love for him.”

“WHAT?!” Chan hollered. “I know nothing about that!”

“Me two!” Minghao cheered along.

So was Seokmin. “Me three!”

Soonyoung grinned sheepishly. “That was an easy guess, actually. Seungcheol-hyung isn’t the one who stares awfully much, right? Jeonghan-hyung is just… a bit better at hiding it,” he mused and Jisoo immediately gave him a thumb up while Jeonghan facepalmed himself.  

Jun wiggled his eyebrows at the defeated long-haired male. “Tell them the full story to prove me right.”     

The oldest of them all in that room let out a frustrated sigh before telling them everything. From how he first fell for their leader, how he tried to ignore the overflowing feelings Seungcheol’s stares showed him, and eventually, the kisses. Well, they’d know about all of that sooner or later, anyway.

So, that was why when Seungcheol woke up the next morning, he found himself immersed in a sea of rose petals, along with a love letter, written in red ink.

And the punishment began.

Rate: PG-13/Teen

Type/length: two-chaptered fic (???)

Genre: F L U F F

Pairing: SeungHan/JeongCheol

Warning: typos, grammatical errors, boy x boy, short chaps, etc.

Disclaimer: Again and again, I own Jisoo, Hong Jisoo, Joshua, Joshua Hong, this fic’s storyline, and all the edited pics even though they are originally from random sources.