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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      SEVENTEEN_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Choi_Seungcheol_|_S.Coups/Yoon_Jeonghan, Jeon_Wonwoo_&_Kim_Mingyu, Kwon
      Soonyoung_|_Hoshi/Lee_Jihoon_|_Woozi, Boo_Seungkwan_&_Choi_Hansol_|
      Vernon, Wen_Jun_Hui_|_Jun/Xu_Ming_Hao_|_The8, Jeongcheol, JunHao, meanie
      -_Relationship, Verkwan_-_Relationship, soonhoon
  Character:
      Yoon_Jeonghan, Choi_Seungcheol_|_S.Coups, Hong_Jisoo_|_Joshua, Wen_Jun
      Hui_|_Jun, Kwon_Soonyoung_|_Hoshi, Jeon_Wonwoo, Lee_Jihoon_|_Woozi, Lee
      Seokmin_|_DK, Kim_Mingyu, Xu_Ming_Hao_|_The8, Boo_Seungkwan, Choi_Hansol
      |_Vernon, Lee_Chan_|_Dino
  Additional Tags:
      Bad_Writing, Bad_Plot, bad_angst, Bad_Smut, I'm_Bad_At_Tagging, bad
      everything, Smut, Angst, jeongcheol_everybody, 2am_stuff, Alternate
      Universe_-_Soulmates
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1196
****** devil in an angel ******
by yehetchanyeolk
Summary
     jeonghan is known as an angel by everyone, his striking yet soft
     features only emphasising that. but unknown to everyone, there is a
     devil in him, unleashed by only seungcheol.
     seungcheol is worried, confused and lost at the same time. why was
     jeonghan like that?
     the cheery soonyoung seemed to be falling for the ill-tempered jihoon
     while wonwoo is starting to realise that he doesn't really know
     mingyu.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"seungcheol! wake up!" junhui yelled at his sleepy friend. seungcheol faintly
smelt the musty smell of the wooden lecture theatre. he heard the sounds of his
Psychology 101 classmates walking out of the lecture hall as he struggled to
open his eyes.
"w...has class ended?" the older questioned, trying to clear his still blurry
vision. "yes, pabo. now get out of class before i drag you out." junhui snapped
in his too-sassy voice. seungcheol glanced at the chinese male, his eyelid
still twitching from the bright surroundings. junhui raised his voice slightly,
trying to get seungcheol to hurry up. "YAH!"
it hadn't been the first time seungcheol had accidentally dozed off in his
classes. his college work was the smallest problem compared to his much more
important issue on hand. he had spent most of his night thinking instead of
getting precious sleep needed which students would kill for.
the sound of footsteps and the smell of freshly brewed coffee tingled his
senses as he recognised his longtime friend, mingyu. "i figured you would need
this, hyung. it's americano. your favourite. now hurry up. lunch?" mingyu
glanced at junhui, then back at seungcheol.
seungcheol seemed to be in a daze these days, mingyu noticed. the youngest
locked eyes with junhui, noticing worry flicker in junhui's jet black eyes.
seems like they were both worried about seungcheol, mingyu noted. he wondered
if seungcheol was keeping something from them. his worry quickly dispersed as
fast as it came as seungcheol finally gathered his books, an americano now in
clutched his left hand.
 
"cheol! you shoul-" mingyu raised his voice above the incessant chaos in the
canteen but got cut off by seungcheol instead.
"what? i can't hear you!" seungcheol yelled back.
"I said, maybe you should stop wearing those sweaters. it's really hot in the
campus you know?"
"n...no it's o...okay," seungcheol stuttered out as he pulled his sleeves down
to his hands, the neon blue numbers on his inner wrist threatening to call for
attention.
"guys! look! two more minutes until I meet my soulmate!" junhui squealed,
unable to contain his excitement as his eyes sparkled.
231.
230.
229.
seungcheol and mingyu didn't stop griping about school as they searched for a
seat, junhui still focused on the diminishing numbers on his wrist.
"guys, so you think he will wear spectacles? will he be tall? short?" junhui
rambled, his korean pronunciation getting more and more ambiguous.
"please, junhui. even if your soulmate looks hideous, you'll still love him to
bits." seungcheol complained.
"it could be a her, hyung," mingyu pointed out.
seungcheol wondered if he would he as excited as junhui when he was about to
meet his soulmate. with the others not looking, he raised his sleeve up
slightly, only to have eight numbers staring back at him.
02054731.
in exactly 2 days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 31 seconds, he would meet his
soulmate, the person supposedly the love of his life.
it could be his first time meeting his soulmate, or they could have seen each
other countless times but either way, soulmates were bound to each other for
life.
the seconds slipped by quickly, junhui still absorbed in the numbers. mingyu
headed to buy food as seungcheol pulled out a sausage bun from his back as he
watched junhui get up from his seat, absentmindedly walking towards someone. he
walked into another tall male, bowling him over, junhui himself stumbling
slightly.
“i’m so sorry! are you okay?” junhui lapsed into Chinese in a state of shock,
the words tumbling out of his mouth.
0.
the male brushed his hazelnut brown fringe out of his eyes, their eyes meeting
for the first time.
“y...yeah, i’m fine...y...you’re Chinese too?” the tall male floundered, his
cheeks dusting light pink.
“yeah...what’s your name?” junhui asked as he offered a hand to the boy still
on the floor, the boy then grasping it gratefully before junhui pulled him off
the ground.
“m...minghao. xu minghao.”
“wen junhui. oh, do you want to come over to my house tomorrow afternoon? I'll
pick you up.”
it was an unspoken custom to invite their soulmate to their house to bond for
the first time, since they would spend their entire life with them.
“s...sure. can I have lunch with you and your friends?” minghao asked, the
flush on his cheeks only deepening.
junhui wrapped his fingers over minghao’s wrist before pulling him towards
seungcheol, mingyu and wonwoo, mingyu’s soulmate.
mingyu and wonwoo met on a winter day, hexagonal frost patterns covering the
windows of every window in the country.
mingyu had forgotten to wear his coat and gloves in a hurry after running out
of his house, his mother's incessant nagging too much for him.
mingyu obviously regretted that choice as he stumbled onto the sidewalk, his
fingers freezing and he couldn't feel his face. he shakily made his way to a
bench. his lips were blue as he wrapped his arms around his waist, the cold
freezing his bones. he forgot how cold seoul could be in winter.
incidentally, his counter was reaching 0. with his teeth still chattering, he
peered at his numbers, 231. two minutes and thirty one seconds. he doubted the
numbers for a moment. who would come?
on the other hand, wonwoo was dressed warmly, a black fur coat snugly around
him. wonwoo was supposed to meet seungcheol for coffee at the cafe, but
seungcheol couldn't go suddenly.
wonwoo wondered around the neighbourhood, a latte in his hand. he sipped from
the coffee, the drink warming his body, making his loneliness subside for a
moment. his black hair was flying everywhere in the wind, the cold stinging his
eyes.
wonwoo’s legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he unconsciously paced his
way to the park, the trees now barren except for the fir trees, their branches
still full with dark green.
as if wonwoo remembered something, he frantically looked at his counter, 032.
was his soulmate at the park? wonwoo then remembered that it was all fate and
allowed himself to stroll around.
just then, he spotted mingyu huddled on a bench, his face deathly pale.
4.
3.
2.
1.
“are you cold?” wonwoo asked, a small smile gracing his face.
0.
without waiting for mingyu to reply, wonwoo removed his coat and wrapped it
around mingyu. the younger smiled gratefully at wonwoo before getting up from
the bench.
“do you want to come to my house? you can warm up there and eat something. my
mum makes great jjajjangmyeon!” wonwoo offered, falling in love with mingyu
immediately.
mingyu was all smiley and loud, people thought he was a playboy, but he was
closer to a puppy instead. in contrast, wonwoo was more reserved and quiet, but
people said opposites attract, don’t they?
 
“minghao, this is seungcheol hyung, mingyu and wonwoo. wonwoo is mingyu’s
soulmate, by the way.”
“our junnie has such a pretty soulmate!” seungcheol cooed, the bright smile
apparent on his face covering the worry in him.
but seungcheol was naturally worried about everything, including the soulmate
issue. worry gnawed at him constantly.
End Notes
     hey guys, this is my first fanfic ;)
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