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sigillaria-svt · 3 years

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Elevator Meetings (Part Three) - Reader POV (Final)

Pairing: Musical Actor!Lee Seokmin/DK x Academic!Reader

Word Count: 4,984

Warning: Alcohol (nothing bad happened, stay safe ya’ll)

Genres: fluff, slice of life, neighbors, appearances of other Seventeen Members

Part One (Reader POV): [Part One]

Part Two (Seokmin): [Part Two]

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Synopsis: It’s been around a month since you’ve moved into your apartment along with your other roommates. You’ve managed to become friends with Seokmin, your neighbors that live a few floors up. Although you’ve been trying to think of it as something purely friendly, you can’t help but feel great comfort in his company. All was going well until problems start popping up at your workplace and you are left with no choice but to pull several all-nighters until you were burnt out. However, after a certain turn of events, you fell sick and Seokmin was more than eager to help you out.

READER POV

The past few weeks have been a bit more hectic than it usually was. A coworker had to take a family leave for her pregnancy, and you had to help out in filling in for some of her classes. What’s more, the research team you were working with had to redo sets of measurements because of some malfunctioning equipment. Everything just seemed to happen all at once. It didn’t help that you were starting to get irritated at every little inconvenience that comes your way. May it be a jar that refuses to open, a pen that ran out of ink while you were writing, or your earphones that just won’t untangle. You know that getting frustrated wouldn’t help anything, but you didn’t know what to do with all the pent up emotions that were accumulating.

On some days, you had to sleep over at the laboratory to continue working the moment you woke up. On certain days, you went into lectures without a single minute of sleep, leading to messy notes and even messier presentations.

You thought that it would all get better after a few days, that this is just another hell week that happens every once in a while. But as several weeks pass by, you start to realize that may not end until the end of the semester.

One of the few things that have helped you get through the grind was Seokmin’s occasional messages. As he performs even more shows for his recent musical, he has become busier and has had less time to rest, but he always checks in every couple of days. It starts as a simple text message that ends up becoming a 30-minute call about whatever both your days were about. It feels a bit silly to hold on so much to the small messages that you two share, but it makes you happy to hear how he has been.

But suddenly, all the texts stop.

For a whole week, you send out texts, and you don't get a single reply. You start to get worried, but you push the feeling of dread out of your head. You wouldn't want him to think that you were trying too hard, seeing as the both of you are friends that have just known each other for a month or two.

You take a deep breath in and stand up as the bus stops at the commercial area near your neighborhood. You walk along the sidewalk, window shopping at various stores that you pass by on your way home. Tonight was going to be your first free night for the first time in a few weeks, and you wanted to meet him, somehow. You take out your phone, pondering if you should text him or not. If he really is busy, you wouldn’t want to disturb him by sending another text.

You hear your name being called from a distance and you turn around to see the familiar faces of Mingyu and Minghao. The taller of the two gives you a big wave, while the other gives you a nod.

“Hey, how have you been? It’s been a while since I last saw you.” Mingyu says as the pair approaches you. “And you look... tired.”

You give him a forced smile. “Well, work hasn’t been the best place to be in the past few months.” You look around, trying to see for any sign of Seokmin among his friends. “What are you guys up to?”

“We’re on our way to the grocery store to pick up some supplies," He says as he pulls out his phone. "We need to get like food for thirteen people, fourteen if you want to come along.”

“Come along for what?”

“A celebratory dinner for Seokmin at home. Tonight is his last show for his musical. He said he’d rather have a fun meal at home so that he can snooze off right away after he eats.”

Your heart skips hearing about Seokmin. Without a moment’s delay, you accept the request to join them.

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You and Minghao follow behind Mingyu as he grabs items from the shelf, occasionally glancing at the list on his phone. For most of the time, Minghao is quiet, save for the few moments when Mingyu would ask for his opinion on which brand of ingredient he should buy.

Along the drink aisle, you try to come up with a conversation.

“So, Minghao, how has Seokmin been doing lately?” You ask, glancing over at the soda bottles to act casual.

“Hm? He’s doing alright as far as I know. Just a couple of busy days at work since he’s been traveling to other parts of the country to perform his last few shows.” He replies, looking over at you. “He’s been out of time for a little over a week, I think.”

A wave of realization hits you, followed by a quick flash of anxiety. Perhaps he had been busy as he traveled, or perhaps there wasn’t a good signal where he was, which is why he wasn’t able to reply to your messages. However, the thought of him overworking worries you, even though you have been working until the last drop for the past few weeks.

“Is that so? No wonder he’s been unresponsive lately.”

“He’s always been like that whenever he has to travel for his shows,” Minghao says, unfazed. “When we really do need to contact him, we have to contact the company manager.”

“One time, we almost got into a fight with the company manager between the both of us. It’s hard to settle problems like that when I’m here in the city while he’s over at the other side of the country.” Mingyu said from down the aisle, bending down to check if he had all the things in his cart. “Looks like we’ve got everything, let’s head over to the counter.”

Your eyes widen at the amount they paid for everything they bought. As guys, you normally expected them to eat a lot, but you didn’t expect them to eat this much. With one swipe of a card, Mingyu pays for the groceries and you help them carry the 10 or so paper bags filled with food, drinks, and somehow a box of detergent that Mingyu got as a freebie. Filling the trunk, the three of you head off to the apartment building. Mingyu asks random questions about work to pass the few minutes it takes to get back to the apartment.

“I’ll drop my things off at my apartment first, I’ll catch up with the both of you afterward.” You say as Mingyu neatly parks his car in the basement of the apartment.

“Alright. We’ll be in room 10-14. If you’ve got some extra glasses, bring them along because I don’t think we’ll have enough for all of us.” Mingyu replies as he turns off the engine.

When you get to your apartment, you drop all your bags in your room and panic for a few seconds. “I’m going to see him today, what do I wear? Wait, do I even have time to prepare to look good?” You put your hands over your head as you walk in circles around your room. “It’s not supposed to matter, we’re neighbors. He’s already seen me in the drab that I wear when I’m at home.”

One of your roommates looks at you through your open door. “Hey, everything alright, y/n?”

“If you were to meet up with a guy you like after a month of not meeting him after he’s been traveling around the country, what would you wear?” You reply in a flash.

“Well, that’s... very specific. What’s the event?”

“We’re having dinner with all of his friends over at his apartment. He doesn’t know I’m coming, one of his friends invited me when we met in the street.” You say, opening your cabinet for what could look good, but not too flashy. “I mean, we’re just going to an apartment that’s in the same building, how does a dress sound?”

She walks into the room, taking a peek at your closet. “You’re going to eat a lot so wear something comfy, something that won’t show him how much of a glutton you really are.”

“Hey!”

Ignoring the comment, she pulls out a large sweater and some leggings. “We all know you’re not the type to wear dresses unless you absolutely have to a formal event. Go for something that looks cute, but still looks like something you wear every day.”

“But what would his friends think of me?”

“Does it matter? Just trust me, you’ll be fine. Go eat a lot, make some memories, and drink your stress away.” She says, quickly bringing you back from the mess of your thoughts.

“Alright, okay, I got it.” You say firmly.

You end up wearing the oversized sweater and some leggings, bringing nothing else but your phone and three drinking glasses. You tap your key card on the elevator and head up to the 10th floor. It takes you a few missteps into the other hallway, but you eventually find yourself in front of room 10-14.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door.

A few moments later, it is opened by a tall and slender man who looks like he just popped out of a comic book.

“Hello, Mingyu invite me to come around.” You say nervously, fazed by the unfamiliar man. “My name is y/n.”

“Ahhhh, y/n.” He says, nodding in recognition. “Come in, Mingyu was just talking about you a while ago. My name is Jeonghan.”

He leads you into the apartment, which looks similar to yours but is way larger and far messier. A bunch of guys are sitting around a TV screen, watching a variety show. Meanwhile, you see Mingyu and another guy working in the kitchen.

“Oh, y/n, you’re here. Did you bring some glasses?” He said, looking up from his chopping board. His eyes drop to the three glasses on your hands, expression perking up. “Great! We needed three more glasses for all fourteen of us.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you put down the glasses at the marbled counter. “I’m not really good at cooking, but I can chop stuff up for you.”

“Really? That would be good.” Mingyu opens a few drawers and hands you a knife and a chopping board. “The vegetables are over at that paper bag over there. They’re not yet washed, so make sure to wash them first.”

With that, you work as you eagerly wait for Seokmin. Although it feels weird to be chopping vegetables on your first visit to his house, it felt much better for you to be in the quiet kitchen with Mingyu than to sit with people that you don’t know yet. At least, you would have something to do rather than worrying about Seokmin while you wait.

The group of guys erupts in a fit of laughter, filling the room so much that you could almost feel the counter vibrating. Mingyu smiles at your expression.

“I know, it’s a bit shocking when you’re not used to it.” He says. “Whenever all of us are in one place together, it always gets this loud, especially when Seokmin is around.”

You hear the door open and the rest of the guys then erupt in a joyful shout. This time, you turn around to see a wide-smiled Seokmin walk into the room with a carrier in hand. A few of the guys run over to him, congratulating him for a job well done.

“See what I mean?” Mingyu says, laughing at the energy of his friends.

“The one and only! Crowned as the Rising Musical Actor of 2020! Selling out tickets one show after another, Lee Seokmin!” Announces one of the guys with sharp eyes and chubby cheeks. “Welcome home!”

The rest of the guys match his energy with their own claps and calls. You can’t help but smile as you watch them from the other side of the room. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a place with so much energy and joy. Since your roommates are almost always out, your apartment is usually quiet. The last time you remember being like this was when you were with your family around half a year ago.

The group slowly calms down as Seokmin moves to his room to settle his things before the party starts. On his way, he sees you, knife in hand with a bunch of chopped up vegetables. He looks at you with a mixture of surprise and joy.

“Woah, y/n, I didn’t know you would be here.” He looks down at the chopping, realizing that you had been chopping them all this time. “You’re the guest, why are chopping vegetables? Let me put my stuff in my room, and I’ll take over.”

You hold your knife up closer to you. “What? No way. This is your party. Mingyu didn’t let me pay a single penny, so the least I could do is help out with the preparations.”

“You went grocery shopping together?” Seokmin asks Mingyu, smile slightly dropping from his face.

“Yeah, we ran across each other in the street.” Mingyu gave him a look, exchanging a message that only the two of them understood.

“Well... alright.” Seokmin then turns back to you. “Anyway, after the vegetables, don’t you dare chop up anything else! Why didn’t you guys just get food delivered anyway?”

“Come on, you know that it wouldn’t be any fun that way.” Mingyu puts his hands on Seokmin’s shoulder and turns him around. “Go drop your things off in your room, and we’ll start the party soon.”

Seokmin turns his head one last time before he disappears behind one of the doors. When he’s gone, you feel your heart sink for a bit, and Mingyu notices it immediately.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says, nudging you gently with his elbow. “It’s just his way of saying that he wants you to enjoy the night.”

The rest of the preparation goes by smoothly. You were able to finish chopping everything up just as Seokmin gets out of his room. Mingyu, on the other hand, was able to finish one of the dishes before proceeding to the next one. Seokmin took you to sit with the other members in the living room as two other guys went to the kitchen to help out.

Although you aren’t necessarily a quiet person when you’re around other people, you’ve always been silent when it comes to meeting people for the first time. However, that kind of awkwardness didn’t really matter when you’re with ten or so guys with the energy of five-year-old children. Moments later, Seokmin takes out the small karaoke machine they had in one of the cabinets and everyone starts picking out their songs.

“Aren’t the neighbors going to complain about this?” You ask Minghao, who sits silently right next to you.

“What do you mean? We are the neighbors. Everyone else here lives in the rooms next door, so we’re good.” Minghao replies.

“We’ve told them that we’d be having a party anyway, so they already know what we’re going to be loud at this hour.” One of the guys, who introduced himself as Seungkwan a while ago, adds. “If you want to sing anything, don’t be afraid to take the remote and put in whatever song you want.”

You nod, but you know deep inside that you’ll never really have the guts to sing in front of people you barely know. At least, that’s what you initially thought before they brought out the drinks.

Several bottles later, the entire group becomes louder and louder. Since you don’t drink often, you don’t really know how tolerant you were of alcohol, but you know that you might have drunk a bit too much this time. When Mingyu brings all the food in, you were already starting to get a bit dizzy, but you end up eating a lot anyway. Influenced by the energy of the crowd, you continue to take a few shots as the music plays loudly around you.

Seokmin takes the mic and belts out in a duet with another member. Although you’ve seen him sing and perform on stage before, it was your first time seeing him sing casually and just having fun while doing it. With fun dances and weird expressions, he hypes up the crowd just as much as he does at a theatre stage. No matter what disposition is he in, he is always one to bring energy to a crowd.

Despite your excitement, you feel dizzier than before. Although you can hear the music and distinguish the faces around you, everything is becoming a bit more blurred and muffled. You don’t remember the rest of what happened that night, except that it lasted way past midnight and involved more drinks than you initially thought you could handle. The last thing you see before blacking out is Seokmin turning around to look at you with a microphone in his hand. He’s saying something, but you can no longer make out what he was saying.

You close your eyes and somehow wake up the next day on your bed with a devastating headache.

For nearly an hour, you lay there with your eyes to the ceiling, aware that you are more than late for the lectures you need to attend. You want to get up and move, but your body won’t allow it. Every time you turn your head, the pain in your head gets even worse. For some reason, even though you were under a heavy blanket, you felt extremely cold. You wanted to think that it was a simple hangover, but you had this feeling that it was way worse than you think.

With all the power that’s in you, you prop yourself up. You look over at the clock on your wall and see that it’s already 1 p.m. You quickly check your phone and see that you have five missed calls from your coworkers.

You immediately regret not holding yourself back the previous night.

You call one of your coworkers and tell them that you weren’t going to make it today because you were sick and just woke up. Since it was a Saturday, you told them that you’d be back on Monday.

“Are you sure you’re not just hungover?” Your coworker says from the other side of the line.

You ponder for a moment before replying. “I think it’s more than that. I’ll call you later if I feel better.”

With that, you drop the call and swing your legs over your bed. You try to get up, but when you do, it feels like the entire world is spinning. You crash back down on your bed and decide that breakfast could wait until later.

You grab your phone and check your other messages. Most of them are from your coworkers asking you about where you are. Some are from your students asking about an assignment that they had to pass for next week. Luckily, you didn’t have any classes to teach for the day. One message was from an unregistered number that was sent at 10:52 in the morning.

This is Minghao, I got your number from Seokmin. Please let him know when you’re awake and well. Thanks.

You move your arm to text him back. “Good morning. I’m awake, but not very well. Thank you for checking in.”

In a few moments, your phone buzzes as a call from Minghao comes in. However, when you pick it up, a different voice greets you.

“Hello? Y/n? How are you doing? What happened, are you alright? We made sure that you got to your apartment safely last night, I hope your roommates aren’t too upset about it.” He says in a rapid-fire manner.

“Good morning, Seokmin.” You reply groggily. “I don’t know, I don’t feel so good.”

“Are any of your roommates around?”

“I don’t think so. They’re probably at work around this time.”

“Alright, wait for me.”

“Wait no, it's fine--”

Before you could protest, he drops the call. You bury your face in your pillow. If he really was on his way, you wouldn’t want him to see the mess you were in right now. You try to get back up once more and dizzily walk yourself to your mirror. With one hand on the wall, you look at your reflection--messy hair with heavy bags under your eyes, lips pale and cracking.

“Lookin’ pretty fly, y/n.” You say to yourself sarcastically.

You push yourself forward and head toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You open your fridge and grab the last bottle of water, deciding to drink straight from it. Despite finishing all of it, you still feel thirsty. You lean your forehead on the door of the fridge, wondering if you should attempt to buy supplies from the convenience store downstairs or just sleep it off until you get better.

You hear a knock on the door and pull your head back with a sigh. It takes you a few heavy steps to get to the door. When you open it, Seokmin stands there wearing a large white hoodie and a beanie over his head.

“Woah, you look...”

“Horrible, yeah, I know. My fault for drinking too much.” You reply. “Is there anything that you need?”

“Well, I’m here to help. I’ve seen my friends hungover before, and I know that it’s going to be hard to deal with it alone.” He purses his lips. “May I come in?”

You step aside, motioning for him to come in. He puts his hand on your neck but quickly pulls back.

“You’re burning up!” He puts his hand on your forehead this time. “Have you checked your temperature yet?”

“No, I just literally woke up.” You reply, a bit out of irritation at his loudness.

“I’m sorry.” He says, quickly covering up his mouth. The volume of his voice decreases, but he only speeds up in return. “You haven’t eaten anything yet, have you? I’ll order something for you real quick. You’ve got a bad hangover and a fever.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I’ll just take a break and--”

“Wait, we’ve got some hangover meds back at our apartment. If you could give me a moment, I could get some for you.” He ponders for a moment before taking out his phone. “Wait, no. I’ll tell Mingyu to come over, I can’t leave you here alone. Perhaps we could--”

“Seokmin.” You put a hand on his shoulder, and he immediately quiets down.

“Yes?” He says quietly.

“Thank you, but can you slow down? I’m not feeling well, but I’m not dying either. Please take a seat, I’ll go and check my temperature for a bit.”

Seokmin reluctantly nods and takes a seat on one of the dining chairs. You take out the digital thermometer from one of the cabinets and take your temperature.

“Well would you look at that, I’m at 38.7 degrees Celsius.” You put the thermometer back in its place. From your peripheral view, you can see worry painted all over Seokmin’s face. “Before you freak out, I just want to ask something.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“What happened last night? The last thing I remember was you saying something, but I don’t remember what it was.” You look over to him, who now has his hands together on top of the table.

“Oh, you don’t remember that?” He says, disheartened. “Well, I mean, It’s not something important. I can tell you about it some other time, so let’s get some food first. What would you like?”

You take a seat across him at the dining table. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pay for me again.”

“Why not?”

You think about it before you blurt it out. Normally, you’d try to find some excuse, but something inside you is telling you to express what you really feel. Maybe it’s because of the fatigue and hangover culminating to give you a surge of emotion. You weren’t sure how he was going to respond if you say it, after all.

“It’s just...” You jumble the words in your head to try and find the most appropriate words to say, but you end up blurting it whatever came to mind first. “When you keep on doing things like that, it makes me question why you would do that in the first place.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, pure confusion written over his face. You weren’t sure if he really was just that innocent, or if he really just didn’t get it at all.

You really didn’t want to say this--not because it was hurtful, but because it was embarrassing for you.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, alright?” You say, fidgeting with your fingers below the table. “It really makes me think that there’s something else going on. I don’t want to think like that if there really isn’t anything.”

“Do you really not remember what I said last night?”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t.”

“Hmmm, well I don’t blame you. It was late into the night, and everyone was already either drunk or tipsy when it happened.” Seokmin rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “To be honest, I didn’t expect that I would have the guts to say it. I mean, it’s not really that big of a secret, and I have been very open about it.”

You begin to feel your heart beat rapidly. If not for the fever that you already have, the blush on your face would have been so obvious to him. “So what you’re saying is..?”

“I’m saying that you make me comfortable with who I am.”

The two of you look at each other for a while before he continues. You stare into his eyes, trying to look for any trace of deceit, any trace of insincerity, but you could find nothing. He’s being true to his every word.

“I know I’ve only known you for a short time. Minghao and Jeonghan have told me that maybe I’m just getting caught up with the rush of things. That’s what I thought at first too, but after thinking about it, I knew that it wasn’t the case.” He bites his upper lip nervously. “If I could, I wanted to keep you by my side whenever I could. Even when both of us got busy with work, I wanted to make sure you were alright. I thought about it over and over for the past two months, and now I’m sure of it.”

You look at him intently. Although you wanted to get his answer, you weren’t expecting him to drop it all at once like this. You keep yourself silent as you wait for him to finish. You wanted him to tell you everything before you give your response.

“I’m not sure yet if I can call it love, but I really do like you. You’ve helped me to believe in myself more, and to stop thinking so much about... well everything.” You can hear him starting to get nervous as he continues to speak. “I’ve messed up a lot with the people I’ve been interested in before by not making a move, so I didn’t want to mess up this time.”

After a few moments of silence, you nod. “So you’ve been worried that I might leave all this time?”

“Well, yes. Does that sound weird?”

You shake your head gently. “No, it doesn’t. In fact, I’m kind of flattered that you feel that way. I’ve been thinking about it for the past few months as well. You have always extended kindness to me ever since we met. You kept me company when I was alone in the city and away from my family. You always took time for me even when you were tired and busy.”

You give him a nervous laugh. “I wouldn’t want to call it love just yet, but for sure, I’m starting to think of you as more than just a friend, ever since you invited me to your musical play.”

As of the moment, you still don’t know where the both of you stood. For sure, you two were more than just friends, but far from being lovers. It would take much more time for the both of you to fully grow the feelings that you had for each other.

Seokmin stares at you, unsure how to respond, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. Unconsciously, you laugh along with him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just. Well, I didn’t know you felt like that too. It just...” Seokmin brings his arms together. “It makes me happy to hear that.”

Seokmin brings one of his hands up and sticks out his pinky finger. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“That you won’t leave even when I get annoying and sing you random songs?” He says innocently. It amuses you to hear that this is what he wanted, out of all the promises that he could ask for.

You raise your hand up and link your pinky with his, seeing just how small your hand is next to his. “Only if you promise to let me cut the vegetables and pay for your meal every once in a while.”

He shifts his hand to link the rest of your fingers together with his. “Alright. It’s a deal. So, what would you like to eat?”

-- END --

Author’s Note:

Hey! It’s been a while since I last wrote something like this (maybe 6 or 7 years?). I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any scenarios or characters you want me to write about, send me a message!

#svt fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #DK x reader #lee dokyeom x reader #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #DK #seventeen #SVT #seventeen fic #Iol i really finished this i can't believe SVT got me into writing fanfiction again

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ily-like-a-banana · 6 years

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Pull of Fate (ft. Hansol & Seungkwan)

♡ : how long will you be able to escape fate?

It’s happening again.

You halt in your steps, the sound of fellow nurses murmuring in the nearby hallway slowly fade. The sight of your hands reaching out towards the microwave to pop in your poor excuse of a lunch melt into a different picture altogether in a nanosecond.

You try to blink but it does nothing.

He’s strolling along the Saturday morning market - towards the side, booths made from light-colored wood are adorned with an assortment of fresh flowers: sunny daffodils, blushing carnations, scarlet roses. You know very well where the market is located - it’s a fifteen minute bike ride from home. Living in this small town your whole life guarantees you this.

He stops walking, stretches his hand out towards a bunch of sunflowers, your favorite. His thumb gently caress over the smooth golden petals, probably in admiration. He seems to look up, gaze meeting with what you presume to be the owner of the booth - a man in his late 40s with a balding head and warm chestnut eyes, wrinkle lines appearing on the corners as he smiles.

Louis, the scratched name tag pinned near his breast pocket, reads.

Louis seems to be asking something but you don’t hear anything. He’s looking at you - but not really looking at you - and then smiles when an arm reaches out, picking out the sunflower and hands it over to Louis to have it wrapped before paying for it. An arm seemingly yours - but not really yours.

Within an abrupt intake of air, you are brought back to the nurse’s pantry. The saucer you meant to slide inside the microwave slips off your fingers, making contact with the floor with a pitchy clink. In the distance, you can hear the telephone ringing, the murmurs of doctors and nurses collectively and hurried footsteps along the hallway.

“Hey,” Jeonghan greets as he enters the pantry in his pink scrubs, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he leans on the wall beside you. He must have noticed the daze in your face so he goes, “rough day?”

It’s only six in the morning and the end of your shift is nearing. The caffeine in your system is starting to wear off and your legs tired and sore.

I just saw through my soulmate’s eyes, you want to say, I have been for the past two months.

But instead you force your eyes to meet Jeonghan’s honey ones despite the shaken up expression still swimming in yours. With a languid smile and a slight nod in your head, you mutter, “yeah, rough day."

You come home to the smell of pancakes wafting through your apartment, the sound of something sizzling on the pan and utensils clanking against each other rousing your senses.

“Hansol?” You call out, peering towards the kitchen from the door where you toe your shoes off and drop your backpack.

“Over here!”

A smile makes its way to your lips as you approach the tall male in the kitchen, his back facing you as he diligently flips a pancake on the pan. You take in the honey colored curls on his head, his broad, lean back and the lopsided smile he flashes when he turns to look back at you.

“Hi,” he says shyly as he opens his arms to which you nestle into with evident keenness. He places a gentle kiss on top of your head as he murmurs a softly spoken “welcome home.”

All you can do is hum in response, breathing in the hints of labdanum and woody notes on his shirt. You finally sigh in contentment. He feels like home.

“I made you breakfast,” he says with pride.

Your nose crinkles in amusement and laugh, “did you really come over to my apartment just to make me pancakes?”

You lean back to look at him, golden freckles in his eyes, swimming in a pool of golden honey, standing out against the rays from the sun, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Mmhmm,” he grins, “and I think I got it down this time.”

You lift a brow with a mixture of teasing and skepticism, looking over his back towards the stove, “are you sure about that?"

Hansol’s eyes suddenly grow wide and checks on the pancake behind him. He panickly reaches out for the spatula on top of the counter and lifts the pancake to show a ring of black burntness.

You laugh, turning off the stove yourself and patting Hansol on the back. “You did really well, Sol.”

He flashes you an embarrassed smile, “I cooked two more pancakes earlier. I swear, it’s cooked to perfection.”

Indeed, you notice the small table on the kitchen is made up - a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice set on top of blush pink placemats. You smile at him,“thank you.” You tiptoe your way up to meet his lips with yours to steal a quick peck, smiling into it. “I love you.”

“Very noble of you,” he laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear gently, “and I love you too.”

You’re very very certain Hansol is the one.

You’ve grown up together.

Your parents love him.

His parents love you.

He’s sweet. Kind. Smart. Funny. Talented.

(You hit your head against your pillow in frustration along with a gruff sigh.)

But he’s not your soulmate.

“No one really knows why it happens but it’s something that runs down in the family.”

You had merely blinked back at your mother in silence to which she just smiled patiently to. “I know it sounds really crazy,” you lift your brows and nod in definite agreement, “but it’s also exhilarating. When I met your father, it feels like I’m meeting someone I already… know, but also not really.”

You scrunched your brows at your mother, evidently lost in her attempt at explaining the whole deal. With a sigh, she finally gives up trying to get such a complex concept sink into your thick skull. “You’ll know when the time comes.”

Yet, here you are now, not knowing despite her reassurance years ago. Whenever you finally realize your mulling isn’t going to take you anywhere productive, you shut your eyes, pulling the blanket over your head and will for sleep to take over you.

You’ve made up your mind days later how you're going to deal with this whole situation.

I’m going to avoid ever meeting my soulmate.

Anyway, only you know about it. You're certain he doesn't go through episodes seeing through the other’s eyes like you do. Sure, your mother might question you about it but you'll figure out how to cover it up.

It should be simple enough to just stuff this soulmate thing inside a dusty, old box and push it far back a chained closet and throw the key away.

Then you'd live happily with Hansol, never speak of the episodes ever again and win at life.

“Penny for a thought?” You jump a little in surprise, turning around to see Jeonghan yet again in his scrubs with a clipboard in hand. “Hey,” you breathe out. You have been leaning over the railings for a few minutes now, facing the large windows that take up most of the space of the hospital’s walls. The skies are starting to show a deep blue shade - a sign that the sun is to make its appearance soon.

“You've been a little off lately, I notice.”

You muster up a tight smile in response. Landing a job in a prestigious hospital is thrilling but extremely taxing. But Jeonghan is your little bit of sanity in the whole building. He's your confidant so you understand when he looks at you inquisitively, his silence an open avenue for you to tell him the reason why you've been out of it for the past few days but you know this is not something he'd understand. You squirm under his gaze and look away.

The tall male then decides to clear his throat to fill the silence when he notes that you aren't going to speak up. “Alright, well, shift’s over. Head home and rest up.” He reaches out and squeezes your shoulder comfortingly, “I'll see you tomorrow.”

You watch the tall male walk away, his pink scrubs slowly disappearing by the hallway.

Hansol: hey love

Hansol: check your drawers when you get home

Hansol: our plane’s about to take off :(

Hansol: see you in two months

Hansol: I love you

For when you get home from work and feel tired.

For when you're finding it hard to fall asleep.

For days when you need inspiration.

For when your faith is wavering.

For when you're doubting yourself.

For when you want to talk but I'm not available.

For when distance is making things difficult.

For days when you really need to hear how much I love you - but I'll make sure to let you know everyday.

The envelopes where the letters are enclosed feel like a physical form of Hansol’s comforting presence - the smoothness of the paper somehow reminds you of his fingertips skitting over your skin and the familiarity in his handwriting wrap around you like a tight hug. You fish out your phone from your pockets.

You: i just got home and saw what you left for me. you're the most thoughtful person :(

You: im going to miss you

You: in two months time :)

You: I love you, too

”I've got time. I'll do it.”

“I'll sub for you, no worries!”

“I can do it, no problem.”

Throwing your body on the nearest chair, you heave out a sigh. It feels like every fiber in your muscles ache, your hair in a state of pitiful mess and your eyes feel like a tonne heavy.

You hear someone pull up a chair from across you, but with your head almost hanging off the chair in exhaustment, you don't bother checking who it is.

“You look like you just went to hell and back.”

Jeonghan.

Something that sounds like a grumble and a gruff sigh escapes your lips in response. Recently, you've noticed that the episodes happen when you're too idle. It's been 4 days since you've tried to test out your hypothesis and so far, the results are proving your guess right ever since you've started drowning in work ruthlessly.

“Here, have some.”

Pop. Sizzle. Metal can sliding over the table.

You limply lift your head to see the small can of your favorite strawberry soda.

Managing a grateful smile, you look at Jeonghan with pure appreciation. “What would I do without you?”

The latter shrugs. “I know.”

You laugh, reaching for the can and gulping down the sweet liquid like a champ.

“Hey, slow down! Don't chug, you've got all the time in the wo-”

Before Jeonghan could even finish his sentence, your pager goes off, catching you off guard and almost snorting soda in the process.

“Wish I did,” you say as soon as you toss the can into a bin. You pat Jeonghan on the shoulder before running off.

The loud wailing from the ambulance sirens signals everyone to get on their feet. The doors to the emergency hall bursts open along with a few members from the ERT. “Seungkwan? Seungkwan, are you still with me? Can you hear me? We're at the hospital now, okay?”

Blood. There is blood everywhere. You've handled emergency cases before but your surroundings seem to haze. You're running; you know this because you keep an equal pace with the stretcher being pushed by an emergency team where a man your age lay, pale and coughing; coughing up blood. And then without warning, it starts to happen again, your vision losing focus and you start to feel panic rise in your chest.

No, no, no, not now, not now.

In a split second, your hands lose its grip off of the stretcher and you halt in your footsteps.

His vision is blurry, barely making out reds and blues and hazy faces. He tries to focus on something, his eyes lift to the dark skies before it shifts to a bright, white ceiling and the sharp smell of hospital supplies hits his senses.

And then you see yourself- through his eyes - standing by the wall frozen.

The episode ends and your eyes meet with his, seeing him for the first time. Blonde hair matted by blood, an oxygen mask over his mouth, eyes barely open but you know... you know he sees you.

You will your legs to move and it does, unsure at first with reluctant steps until your strides elongate, catching up with the stretcher. Someone has taken your place but you follow along anyway, the noises from people shouting commands and the responses that come after blur to white noise in your ears, your eyes just focused on the male - on your soulmate. His eyes try to remain on you through a small space between a resident and an intern, never leaving your gaze.

Before he's wheeled into the operating room, you catch him cast you a small smile and then his eyes flutter shut and the doors swing close.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfics #seventeen scenarios #boo seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #181030 #i first wrote this somewhere during the summer #i can't believe im only finishing it now #malibu nights started playing when i was writing the ending #and i think i might've choked on my own tears

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