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seungcheorry · 8 days

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morning after with svt.

COLLABORATION WITH @kozukensgf 🎀

suggested by anon, i wrote these drabbles and the amazing hazel wrote the texts. read these first, and then the texts. (:

texts with svt (morning after ver) can be found here.

seungcheol is too soft for his own good. whether he has feelings for you or not, he's the type to stay around for a bit and wait until you wake up so he can say goodbye properly. will probably decline your offer of breakfast though (politely, of course).

jeonghan likes to watch you sleep, so of course he stays around too. if he's not that busy, he will also wait until you're awake to leave - but differently from cheol, he will accept your offer to eat first. now, if he has schedules that day, he'll be out the door as soon as you open your eyes.

joshua is a cutie, so he stays too. he actually wakes up after you, chasing after the sounds you're making around the house. he will be the one to offer to make breakfast or take you out to eat. it doesn't matter if he has feelings for you or not, he considers you a friend? so of course he'll treat you right (the sex is just a plus).

junhui feels kinda awkward once he wakes up. he knows he doesn't like you enough to have romantic feelings for you, so the intimacy of seeing you sleep or taking a shower with you is too overwhelming. he leaves before you wake up, but makes sure to leave a little something for you before he does.

hoshi is a heavy sleeper after sex, so chances are you'll wake up first. he's more than happy to see you still beside him scrolling through your phone as soon as he wakes up. he's the type to run his mouth about anything and everything, bonding with you beyond your steamy times. he's such a darling, he just wants you to be comfortable around him.

wonwoo is quiet, the morning after. he isn't sure if he likes you like that, but he does like your company, your body, the way you make him feel... so it always hits him, after he has sex with you, that he should figure his feelings out. he stays with you for breakfast too, grateful for the way mornings are usually quiet around you. he leaves with a heavy heart before lunch though, but knowing damn well he'll come back to your bed soon.

there's no morning after with woozi, as he leaves in the middle of the night, both because he can't sleep and he doesn't know how to deal with the "aftwards", especially if he doesn't love you. he's not an asshole though, so he texts you an apology when he knows you're awake and tells you that it was fun seeing you again, and that you should definitely go visit him on his studio sometime.

dokeyom is similar to hoshi, i think. he just wants you to be comfortable around him, so he's just his sunshine form when he's around you the morning after. he also stays, for as long as he can/you will have him, but always tell you "hey, i can go whenever you want" - no, dokyeom, you can't. you want to stay. you know you do.

mingyu is the type to wake up earlier than you, take a shower (because of course he already feels at home with you), and then proceed to make you something to eat. he shyly smiles when you come find him in your kitchen. even though the relationship he has with you is mainly sexual, his mom didn't raise a player - so he'll pay you back for having him on your bed somehow.

minghao stays with you. there's this spoken thing between the two of you, where you're not truly fwb but also you're not mere acquaintances - so he's comfortable enough to sleep next to you, but draws the line when it comes to breakfast together. he's out the door as soon as he has taken a shower (alone, of course).

seungkwan leaves as soon as he wakes up, not because he wants to, but because he's most likely late for something. he definitely texts you later, thanking you for the night and promising to see you soon. might also send something to your house, like your favorite dessert or something, since he couldn't stay as he usually does.

vernon doesn't stay. if he doesn't have feelings for you he's more than grateful that you let him have his way with you and always make sure to not be a player, and that includes leaving (it's not right after though, he takes his time to calm down and if you are already asleep by the time he decides to leave, he wakes you up. he will never leave without telling you so).

dino stays because he wants to be with you. i can't see this sweet boy not falling in love or getting obsessed with you, so deal with it. will crack jokes just to see you smile in the morning, and already knows how you like your coffee/tea. his smile falters when you tell him you have plans for the day, a polite way to tell him he can't stay for too long.

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wheeboo · 16 days

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big spoon, little spoon | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which ask your boyfriend if he wants to be big spoon or little spoon. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing (in the dark lmao), one curse word, terms of endearment, just boo being rlly affectionate :< WORD COUNT. 1.2k

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"Okay, so big spoon or little spoon tonight?"

Seungkwan just freezes from where he stood in the bathroom doorway, toothbrush still dangling at his lips with bits of foam at the corners of his mouth. You're literally staring at him like you're waiting for him to answer and that it wasn't actually a rhetorical question.

"Are you asking me𑁋okay, wait." He marches back into the bathroom to hastily spit and rinse out his mouth, before coming back out with determination in his step. "Are you asking me if I want to be big spoon or little spoon?"

There's a playful lift to your lips as you sit down on the edge of his bed, and Seungkwan can very much see that slight mischievous look to your features. He can already feel the heat of the moment shoot up towards his ears, and he prays that the room is dark enough to hide it.

"Yeah, I am. Since, you know, we always sorta switch around every day," You say, nodding with a teasing grin. "And, well... I'm being considerate, as your partner and all. I gotta know all your preferences..."

God, Seungkwan feels like he's sinking into quicksand at his feet. Are you really at his place every day? He hardly ever thought about how often you were here, like how these nightly rituals had practically become routine now. He swears his heart does a little happy flip-flop at the thought.

It all started with movie night dates that bled into you two eating breakfast together, dinner dates that turned into you helping wash dishes at three in the morning, and then that particular comfortable silence that settled completely at this point. Every day, there always seems to be another reason for you to stay a little longer, another excuse to linger until the streetlights cast an orange glow through his curtains.

And Seungkwan knows he won't ever get tired of it𑁋he won't ever get tired of having you around. Not now. Not anytime soon. Not ever.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling whatever embarrassment he had in his chest start to dissipate and replaced by a rush of warmth.

"Okay, well, as your very considerate and caring boyfriend..." He crosses his arms together. "what do you prefer?"

You purse your lips together, as if deep in thought. You didn't mind being either little or big spoon, but the thought of Seungkwan having his arms around you right now𑁋if you could describe it𑁋felt like being wrapped by a warm cloud, a feeling of pure, weightless security that chases away all possible worries.

But it isn't just about the comfort, although it's certainly a big part of it. It was the feeling of being safe and cherished, completely enveloped in his embrace. It was the feeling of home.

A slow smile graces across your face.

"I'll take little spoon," You answer gleefully, already crawling more onto his bed and tucking yourself under the covers with a little wiggle. Whatever façade Seungkwan had been putting up crumbles completely at the sight. A blush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the dim light, but his smile widens.

He chuckles softly as he joins you on the bed, slipping under the covers beside you. After flicking the lampshade off, he carefully maneuvers himself right beside you until he feels your warmth hit his skin. Then he slowly circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body, with your back meeting his chest. A low, contented hum leaves his lips as he simply holds you.

You wriggle in slightly, and he adjusts his hold, letting an arm curve over your stomach and the other one under your body to pull you even closer, fingers momentarily brushing against the hem of your shirt. You feel your legs entangle together under the blanket, and you swear the world gets smaller, quieter.

Seungkwan thinks you fit perfectly in his arms; it's like you've always belonged there.

"Comfortable?" he asks, voice muffled against you.

Your chest rises up and down with a soft sigh. "Mhm..."

The moments that pass are purely silence as he continues to hold you. You could probably fall asleep at this second, yet you feel the way Seungkwan's hand drifts lower from your waist, tracing gentle circles on the fabric of your shirt above your stomach. It's light, just barely there, but it sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless.

And then you feel him moving around behind you, breath tickling your skin, before his lips press a brief, tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you can sense the small smile to his face right afterwards, too.

"You're so soft," he mutters, but there's a bit of tentativeness to his tone.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest. "I𑁋Aren't we supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"Sorry," Seungkwan apologises, but you can still hear the smile in his voice. He presses another gentle kiss to your neck, then draws back, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "Just like holding you like this."

The giggle that leaves you is shaky, nervous, as if there's a small, timid butterfly trapped in your ribcage struggling to take flight. He can probably hear the way your heart is pounding like a damn drum right now, but he doesn't comment on it. Thank goodness.

A thought crosses your mind, and it takes you a minute to cave into flipping yourself over to face him. A groan escapes him from the sudden change in position, but he quickly settles. The two of you can't really see each other that well since the room was basically suspended in darkness, but you can clearly feel his presence beside you, all comforting and familiar.

"I like being held by you too," You confess quietly, each syllable laced with your own hesitancy. "I... I don't think I have ever felt safer than in your arms, to be honest."

The sound of Seungkwan's breath hitching echoes throughout the room. Are the walls closing in? He's not hallucinating or imagining any of this, right? He wishes he could pinch himself, but he's busy holding you, and you're the only thought filling his mind right now.

He leans in closer, ever so slowly. He can see the faint outline of your face thanks to the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains.

But just as his lips are about to meet yours, you feel a sudden contact at the tip of your nose. You flinch a little, scrunching your nose up for a second, and Seungkwan pulls back immediately with a gasp.

"Oh my go𑁋did I just𑁋" He stammers frantically, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, uh..."

"Baby," You call out affirmingly, aimlessly bringing a hand up to cup his face through the darkness. Then you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, or specifically... the corner of his mouth. Close enough, anyway. "There we go."

Seungkwan just blinks, eyelashes batting furiously as he feels you shrink back into his hold. This time, you place your head at the crook of his neck, breathing fanning against his skin and making him shiver in your hold, even though he's supposed to be the big spoon.

"Let's go to sleep," You murmur lowly, and if he wasn't used to how pretty your voice sounds when you're tired by now, he should really get his shit together.

And so, Seungkwan just secures his hold around you, but not before mouthing a set of three words that he knows you can't see in the darkness, but hopes you can feel in his embrace.

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boorines · 7 months

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with warmth and whispers | boo seungkwan

the sun rises over the horizon in soft, inviting hues of orange. thin beams of sunlight arc through the window, bathing the room in a subtle warmth.

seungkwan sits in the window-facing armchair, quiet but content. he takes a sip from the cup nestled in his hands, the sun painting his skin a warm orange.

you lean against the doorway, silently watching your lover from a distance. your heart is glowing with a warmth that could rival that of the very sun peeking through the trees. you pull your shawl tighter around you and the faint rustle of the knit against your satin sleep shirt is heard throughout the living room.

seungkwan turns in the direction of the sound and his eyes meet yours across the room. it’s second nature. no matter where you are, however close or far, his eyes will find yours like a sailor finding the pole star. it anchors him the same way it anchors you. you’re steady.

he smiles. it’s soft. warm. he makes the sun look pale and cold in comparison. his eyes shine and you feel an invisible string pull you towards him. so you let it tug you gently, helping you find your place next to him. you take a seat in the chair beside his and he holds out his hand, a wordless invitation. you put yours in his and feel a tender kiss being pressed to your knuckles. whispered morning wishes and words of endearment are breathed into your palm, quiet, or they might break the calm that’s washed over you.

you whisper them back like a secret meant for no one but him. you feel light, airy, as if every qualm in your heart had melted under the morning sun. and you feel like you could burst, a flurry of love and warmth and ecstasy bubbling inside you. you want him to know. you need him to know just how much of your heart is reserved for him.

“seungkwan”. it’s a breath, barely above a whisper.

he looks at you. you were the reason the sun rose today, he thinks. and when the stars come out tonight, it will be because you hung them in the sky.

“yes, my love?”

you don’t know what you could possibly say. nothing, no words, can come close to the unadulterated bliss you’re cocooned in. if you could put your heart beside his own, so he could feel the way it beats for him, you would. but you settle for placing it in his hands instead. and you know he’ll hold it with all the care in the world, for as long as you’ll let him.

“i love you”.

and he feels like heaven opened it’s gates just to send a breeze down to him. he squeezes your hand once, because you ground him. twice, because you love him. and he loves you.

“i love you”. and he hopes the amount of soul he’s poured into the three words reaches you.

it does. and you drink the phrase like you have a thirst nothing can quench. nothing but seungkwan.

he intertwines your fingers, tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand. he brings it up to his lips and presses a promise to them. a promise to cherish you.

you seal the promise with a squeeze of his hand. you’re happy, so very happy. there is safety and belonging beside him. and you think wistfully.

boo seungkwan is warm sunshine and unyielding devotion. he is home.

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ahhhh seungkwan. he is just so!!!! this might be my favourite piece from all that i’ve written, lots of heart went into it and of course, this is for my loveliest and most cherished seungkwan. i hope u enjoy it!!

as always, requests are open!

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toruro · 1 year

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sweet things

pairing. b. seungkwan x reader tags. smut (18+), kitchen sex, fingering, corruption kink (implied?!?!), soft dom seungkwan w/c. 1.4k

you aren't quite sure how it ended up like this—with you bent over the kitchen counter as seungkwan roughly grinds against your ass, hard length pressing up against your swelling core.

okay well that's a lie—you know exactly how it ended up like this and it started with the apron. that damn apron.

your friend had gotten it for you ages ago in exchange for you making her a cake. it was pink and frilly and if it did one thing without fail, it would be making seungkwan's dick really fucking hard.

he just finds it so...cute.

when you're all focused on your baking and the pink fabric just hugs all your curves in all the right ways and then there's the cute fucking bow that the strings always tie back into and—god, fuck, seungkwan just wants to ruin you.

he's advised you against wearing it, tells you, "baby don't wear that or else we won't be able to focus," and you'll just nod along, the words seeming to go through one ear and out the other. the truth is you hear seungkwan, but you're not entirely keen on actually listening to him.

maybe it's just that you enjoy being bratty sometimes, or maybe it's just that you like getting railed.

so yes, you definitely might have planned this out earlier when you opened up the apron drawer this evening. in all honesty, you hadn't planned to do this earlier, but when you saw seungkwan wearing a tight fit t-shirt and sweatpants that hung just a little bit lower than what's good for your heart, your thighs pressed together so tight it burned, and you knew it was time to pull some strings.

so again, that's how you ended up here, moaning around seungkwan's fingers that are plunged into your mouth as he uses his other hand on your waist to pull you against him. "fuck," he groans lowly as he steadily ruts into you, both of you still fully clothed.

"seungkwan," you gasp out, still somewhat muffled by his fingers as he brings up a thigh between your legs. you reach behind you with one hand trying to tug at the apron's sting behind you so you can take it off, the other still bracing yourself against the counter. your movements are halted immediately though, seungkwan's large hand pinning your wrist down against your back.

"apron stays on," he states, using his own hand so that he can pull your pants and panties down from behind in one go, the sound of his pants dropping to the floor echoing through the room soon after. your cheeks burn at his demand, and you find yourself stuttering out a response.

"i-i'll never understand this kink of yours," you murmur, letting out a pleasured sigh when seungkwan brings up a finger to your slick folds, touch so light it almost has you crying out for just a little more.

he scoffs at your comment as he does so, "don't lie to me sweetie. you knew what you were doing," he says, not giving you much of a warning before slipping a steady finger into your pussy. you moan at the welcomed intrusion, fingers gripping the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles go white. "c'mon sweetie, tell me i'm right."

you open your mouth to respond to him but your words are cut off by your own moan as seungkwan slips in another finger, and the way he's rubbing your walls so good has your mind already turning to mush.

"baby, use your words, and then you'll get what you want," seungkwan encourages, and his words are just so warm and so sweet that you can't even dream about disobeying him.

"you're right!" you gasp out when he hits that one spot inside of you—it's nearly impossible for you to think straight right now, but the promise of this feeling being heightened with his cock is pushing you on. "you're right kwannie, i knew what i was doing!"

"and what exactly were you doing?" he asks and fuck you can hear the smirk he has plastered on his face.

"i-i wore the apron, 'cause i know you like," you respond quickly, beginning to push your hips back and forth in sync with seungkwan's hands so you can grind against his fingers harder. he hums contently at your response before pulling his fingers out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you silently chase his touch.

"close enough," he murmurs, and you almost squeal at the feeling of his tip, hot and thick, sliding between your soaked folds. "you got one thing wrong though sweetie," he chides, and you have half a mind to push your hips back yourself so you can have him inside of you, but you know better. seungkwan takes your stillness as a chance to reach down to your back, grabbing the bow of your apron and bunching the string up in his right hand, the left resting on your waist.

in one go, seungkwan yanks you by the apron strings, your body lurching backwards and plunging his length into you hard and deep. the moan you let out is outright scandalous and the feeling has your legs growing weak in a matter of seconds. he stills inside of you for a moment, his left thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he gives you time to adjust. as soon as you're nodding your little nod and lightly grinding against him, he takes it as his sign to drag out of you painfully slowly till only his tip is inside of you.

"i don't like this apron," he tells you finally, and you wait patiently for him to finish what he's saying. seungkwan doesn't give you the chance though, thrusting back into you in one go, and before you can even comprehend his words, he's pulling back slowly again. "i—" another snap of his hips, "—fucking—" and another, "—love it." he's punctuating his words with each one being harder and deeper than the last and at some point you completely forget what seungkwan's even talking about, drunk on the feeling of his cock and its smooth drag in and out of you.

you're already so gone that there's drool running down the side of your lips, seungkwan's thrusts picking up speed and sharpness, using your apron to pull you back with every stroke so hard that the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room.

your fingers crawl at the granite counter, raking for something, anything, to provide you with something to hold onto. your efforts are futile, of course, but you forget about it completely when he adjusts his angle, hitting that one spot that has you thrashing against the counter, legs nearly going lip. it's now your moans start to morph into soft pleas for seungkwan to go harder, desperate to chase your release.

he's hitting your walls so deep now that you think he might as well become one with you, and the thought of being so close, so intimate, so in love with seungkwan has you crying out, "'m gonna cum, seung—ah! kwan—kwannie, i'm gonna cum!"

"fuck, you're gonna cum sweetie?" and the way his voice is rough and raspy and whispering the filthiest of things while still being so loving is more than you can handle. "fuck, you're so tight baby—fuck," seungkwan groans as your body shakes with white, hot pleasure, squeezing around him so tight that you don't even know how he continues to thrust into you the last few times before slamming into you one last time.

seungkwan's cum is hot and sticky and shooting deep inside of you as he stills, low grunts of pleasure escaping his lips as you both try to calm down your erratic breaths. after a few moments, he slips out of you slowly and you whine softly at the feeling of being empty causing him to let out a low chuckle.

"i'd tell you to not wear that apron again," seungkwan begins to say as he pulls up his pants and then yours, helping you stand up straight with your wobbly legs, "but i doubt you listen anyways."

you can't help but laugh out at that, leaning in to press your cheek against his chest. "you know me too well."

it's safe to say that this was definitely not the last time you wore that apron.

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ultscoups · 20 days

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⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚journalism 101⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚

synonpsis: yn and seungkwan have journalism together this semester pairing : seungkwan x gn!reader genre/s : one-shot texts, non-idol au, college au, fluff,

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wongyuuu · 7 months

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midnight regrets | bsk

pairing: seungkwan x f!reader genre: angsty kinda? but also fluff maybe? (drunk confession) word count: 848

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)

Seungkwan ➝ Death By a Thousand Cuts I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby ↳ in which Seungkwan drunk calls you, his ex, and finally tells you all the feelings he kept to himself for months.

The clock on your phone told you it was just past four in the morning. Your insomnia had gotten to you yet again and this time it seemed like it had decided to stay. You did everything you were supposed to, ate better, avoided certain smells and foods that could trigger a migraine that could cause insomnia, but none of it seemed to matter.

In the last couple of days, you only managed to get a total of 5 hours of sleep. It was a wonder in itself that your brain still functioned, poorly of course.

With a groan, you turned on your side. You just wanted to sleep, like a normal person, for a few hours. Was that really too much to ask?

Your phone started to vibrate on your bedside, the blue light suddenly pulling the room out of its complete darkness. No one in their right mind would call you in the middle of the night. Not because you would get angry at them but because no one calls anyone at four in the morning.

Even if the number calling you wasn't saved a contact, it was one you remembered all too well. It was impossible to make your heart stay calm, to keep quiet. But your brain was telling you that there was something wrong.

It had been almost six months since you and Seungkwan broke up. After the final words had been said, you never saw him again. You returned his things to Vernon and he had left yours with your doorman. You stopped following him on social media and deleted his number.

The breakup hadn't been bad, per se. When you finally got down to it, you simply realized that you wanted things that Seungkwan didn't seem willing to give to you.

When you told him that you wanted to break up his only words were "If that's what you really want, I won't do anything to stop you from leaving"

It hurt so much because you felt like he didn't care at all about you and it was clear that your relationship had come to an end way before you finally decided it was time to.

Truthfully, you were still healing and you knew that taking that call was probably a bad idea. But what if something was wrong? What if he was in some kind of trouble?

After taking a deep breath, you accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"You weren't supposed to take the call," he said with a whine, words slurred.

You settled back against the pillows, relief flooding your body. Nothing was wrong, Seungkwan was just drunk.

"Was I not? But you called"

"But you shouldn't have"

You could see him pout, eyes closed, and furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't hold back the smile that spread on your lips.

"Why did you call, Seungkwan?"

There was a pause and a sigh.

Seungkwan always looked cute when drunk, though all of his friends would disagree with you. It was easy to hear to distinguish Vernon's voice saying he called yn and Chan's oh he's drunk drunk.

"I miss you so much" he cried "Did you know that? Every single day I wake up and you're the first person I think about. Sometimes something happens and it's so trivial but I want to call you and tell you about it. And sometimes I wonder where we went wrong and I know isn't an us problem, it was a me problem. It wasn't you because you weren’t perfect for me but I wasn't perfect for you. And I…"

You covered your mouth as if it would be enough to suppress the sound of your small sobs.

"I didn't want perfection, Seungkwan. All I wanted was you"

He whined again, a cry left his mouth and you swear that he fell because the next you heard was Chan's exasperated dude, be careful.

"I should have said something that day but your words hurt me, so I let my pride take over. I should have asked you why, at least. I do know why but maybe if I asked I would have come up with some sort of argument. And then you returned my things to Vernon because you didn't even want to see me. And you unfollowed me everywhere and I bet you deleted my number. Because you always said hi baby, when I called or Seungkwan? if you were worried. I miss you so much and I love you so much. I want to try again, can you give me another chance? Hm?"

Seungkwan wasn't the kind of drunk who couldn't talk, who was hard to understand. His words got a little slurred and he talked a little bit slower but you could understand every single one of them. His desperation was obvious.

"You're all I ever wanted. I'm sorry I can't say it sober"

You closed your eyes. Maybe you would regret your words but you still wanted to try, even if you and Seungkwan were destined to fail.

“If when you wake up you still feel the same way, we can”

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thepixelelf · 1 year

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Mission Possible

genres: elementary teachers au, fluff pairing: reader x seungkwan words: 1.2k warnings: none! notes: a short fic for seungkwan day!! I'm slightly late because I am me, but an anon requested early education kwannie and I thought that was so cute!! hopefully this lives up to their idea 😊

One of Mr Boo's students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Mr Boo's fourth grade class has been on a group mission ever since their orchestra field trip.

Their mission — and they did choose to accept it: get Mr Boo (the funniest and most glaringly obviously single teacher at Greenfield elementary school) together with you (the new music teacher Mr Boo's students always catch him smiling at while you're not looking).

Future president ten-year-old Kim Sujeong is at the head of the operation. She was behind most of the class's best efforts, including but not limited to running allllllll the way across the school from the music room to his classroom and telling him you had fallen and died and that he needed to come help! or else you might, er, die harder. Despite the flimsiness of Sujeong's story, Mr Boo had gone running full-speed down the halls to you (whom he found perfectly fine and not dead, just wide-eyed at his sudden — and out of breath — appearance in the music room with Sujeong beaming behind him when you were certain she was supposed to be in the bathroom), so she counted that as a success.

Now, future marine biologist Kim Sujeong — she’s still between that, president, or interior designer — is in a fit, arms crossed as she watches the kids of Greenfield elementary run around the playground. She huffs. Can’t the rest of the fourth graders take this seriously? Will they let the mission go? Just like that?

Recess is great, sure, but this is no time for play!

This morning, though Sujeong didn’t notice until a couple minutes before the first recess bell rang, Mr Boo showed up with a shiny silver ring on his finger. His left ring finger.

Sujeong huffs again.

“Are you okay there, Sujeong?”

On supervision duty today, you sit down on the park bench next to Sujeong, slightly concerned. She looks up at you, uncrosses her arms, and whimpers out your name. “Are you devastrated?” she asks you on the verge of tears.

“Devastated?” You point at yourself. “Me?”

Tears brim at the corners of Sujeong’s eyes, and her bottom lip quivers. “Mr Boo!” she cries out. “He’s getting married!”

You blink.

For a few seconds, you say nothing, just staring at Sujeong, and she thinks — oh, heartbreak! — you must have already given up on Mr Boo, must’ve heard about it already and cried before recess started, and, oh! What a cruel man Mr Boo is, to do this to you!

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, smiling and gently taking Sujeong’s hands in yours. What a strong person you are, she thinks, to smile through such pain… You smooth down her hair, which, although her mum had done it in pretty braids today, has gone a bit wild in the wind. “Mr Boo getting married doesn’t make me sad.”

Sujeong sniffles. “Why not?”

You chuckle slightly, but Sujeong doesn’t know what’s so funny. “I’m happy for him. It’s not every day you find someone willing to marry you. I bet he loves that person very much.”

“But…” Sujeong pouts, breath a little shaky. “I thought… he loved…”

Your left hand comes down from her hair to hold her hands again. “Hm?”

Dropping her head, Sujeong is about to mumble “you”, but instead, she gasps at the sight of your ring finger.

Which sports a silver ring she’s never seen on you before.

“Not you too!” she squeaks, utterly betrayed.

“Ah— Sujeong, it’s not—”

“They’re not better than Mr Boo, are they? I know he’s a meanie because he’s getting married but— but, you’re doing it too! You’re getting married and he’s going to be sad because he loves you! He does! I saw! He looks at you like the boys in the movies! And he talks about you all the time — even when it’s math time! You’re the music teacher! There’s no music in math!” Sujeong is starting to lose her breath, using it all up, but she can’t stop. “So you can’t marry someone else because Mr Boo loves you! He— he shouldn’t marry someone else either, but that’s why we have to stop him! I can take you to him right now. We can show him how sad you are, because you are devastrated—”

“Devastated, sweetheart,” you say, then shake your head because that’s really not important right now. “I mean, I’m not devastated. I’m very happy.” Smiling, you hold up your hand and show her your engagement ring. “I’m going to marry someone I love, and so is Mr Boo. It’s a good thing. We’re both happy.”

Sujeong looks up at you through wet eyelashes, taking in deep breaths. She pouts, but doesn’t say anything.

You sigh, still smiling. “So be happy for us, okay?” You lift her chin with one finger, your other hand giving her smaller one a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry about our boring grown-up problems, and go play with your friends while it’s still recess. You know it’s social studies after, right?”

Sujeong lets out a little gasp. That’s right — there must be only a couple minutes left of recess, and she needs to gather up her classmates for an emergency meeting.

New mission: find out how to break an engagement.

Two of them.

Future president marine biologist interior designer divorce lawyer Kim Sujeong has her work cut out for her.

⭒

Once all the students have been picked up and all his prep work for tomorrow gets finished, Seungkwan packs his things and heads to the music classroom. The door is open, but he raps his knuckles against it and leans against the door frame when you look up from your desk and smile at him.

“Ready to go?” He smiles back.

“Just a second, Mr Boo.”

You throw your things in the backseat of the car before getting in to the passenger seat next to Seungkwan.

“Sujeong seemed pretty put out with me today,” he says as he starts the engine, a slight smile teasing at his lips. He lifts his left hand and wiggles his fingers at you, the silver ring glinting in the sunlight. “Didn’t like my choice of accessory, maybe?”

You snort. “Yeah, that tie is pretty ugly.”

Affronted, Seungkwan gasps and puts a hand over his heart — and pink, star-patterned tie. “You love this ugly tie.”

“I do,” you admit with a sigh. “I really do.”

He likes it when you smile at him like that. You’re tired from the day, but you still laugh with him. It’s a beautiful feeling.

“Sometimes I feel like we should just tell everyone,” you say, staring at the ring on Seungkwan’s finger.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who said you wanted to hide it.”

“Yeah, from the faculty while I’m still new — I could already tell they wouldn’t want a couple working at the same school just from the interview.” (Seungkwan thinks that the rings are a dead giveaway, but you seemed so excited to wear them this morning that he hadn't said anything, and he's not going to now.) “I didn’t think the kids would get so invested, though" you continue. "Sujeong’s mad at you for ruining her OTP, by the way.”

“Just me? You’ve got a ring too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but Sujeong likes me more.” You stick out your tongue at him.

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief. He reaches over the gear shift and grabs your hand, linking your fingers together. “Whatever. Sujeong will have it all figured out by next year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but give his hand a squeeze anyway. “She will?”

“Well, it’ll be pretty obvious when you have my last name.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “As if. You’re taking my last name.”

Seungkwan doesn’t argue, he just pulls your hand up in his and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“I don't mind the sound of that.”

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ponkwan · 1 year

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⌗ ⸰ ₊⠀ SUNKISSED !

the one where you have a photo taking session with seungkwan under the sun.

pairing: seungkwan x reader

word count: 0.6k

rating: g

content: fluff, established relationship au

warning/s: none (or maybe cheesiness, does that count?)

You don’t mean to stare. You really don’t. But it becomes inevitable, especially in cases like this wherein the sun is hitting his hair and face in all the right places, perhaps giving anyone that has spared him a glance the impression that he is actually glowing.

Seungkwan continues to look through his phone, not paying you any attention as he scans along the pictures you’ve taken of him moments ago. You don’t know why he’s scrutinizing them so much, as you’re sure that he’s a lot more photogenic than he thinks (and as you are; as much as you hate to admit it, he is) and so whenever your boyfriend also forgets to initiate taking your picture in return as quickly as you want him to, you choose to just wait patiently and admire the real thing in front of your eyes instead of getting slightly annoyed.

“Have I ever told you that yellow is really your color?” you say all of the sudden, pertaining to the polo cover up he’s sporting, and that cuts him off from his focus, his gaze flickering to yours. “You look really handsome today.”

He smirks, even chuckles at the compliment. “You say that every time you take a pic of me.”

“That’s because it’s true.”

“I bet it is, honey,” he jokes, leaning towards you a bit to grant your lips a quick kiss of thanks.

You grin at the gesture, your feet stepping forward and your arms also inevitably wrapping themselves around his torso for an added act of affection while he continues to concentrate on his gallery. He lets you do what you want, his own arm landing on your shoulders once you’re settled on your new position.

After a while—too soon, you frankly think—Seungkwan speaks again. “Okay. Your turn.”

“Hm?”

He gently forces you to untangle yourself from him. “Your turn for the picture. Stand here by the railing.”

You understand then, and comply with what he’s instructing you.

One thing more about Seungkwan is that he is also a much better photographer than you are. You reckon that you only began being good in the first place when you started dating him as well; he knows all the good angles and the right frame ratio to produce a stunning picture. Though undoubtedly his best quality as your newfound photographer is how he’s not one to shy away from hyping your best features and boosting your confidence, always grinning at you and saying how pretty you look.

It makes you blush and feel like a kid sometimes, but you appreciate it, and most of the time, it also produces the most natural looking smiling pictures you have in your own phone album.

“Perfect,” he says as he approaches you after taking the last shot. “I think I deserve an Americano with how amazing I took the pictures.”

You snort, checking the photos as well. “Is that supposed to be a hint for me to treat you?” Your eye catches one picture that you’d like to post on your Instagram as you’re swiping left.

“Naturally.” His arm goes back to its previous place on your shoulders. “I’ll buy you a slice of cheesecake in return.”

“That somehow sounds like a fair deal.”

“That’s because it is a fair deal.”

“So, I buy the drinks and you buy the dessert?”

“Yup.”

“Hm, okay.” You grin at him then. “Let’s go. I want to sit down.”

He laughs and nods, lifting his arm up to go reach for your hand, swinging it between the both of you while you head to the nearest café.

thank you for reading ! feedback is always appreciated ☻

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leejungchans · 2 years

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strangers-to-lovers au with uni classmate!seungkwan

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @seungcy : HIII WIFEYYY CONGRATS ON 1K MUAH MUAH <3 i hope ur taking good care of urself <3 luv u sm muah; may i request 🫣 uni student kwan strangers to lovers where kwan wants to get to know fem!reader so as a way to slowly open up to her, he buys her snacks and leaves them by where she sits along with little notes <//3 KINDA LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER 🫣 and they talk this way for a couple months and reader wants to know them better so kwan gives them his number and then they meet up and yeah <3 fall in luv kiss kiss smoochies very fluffy i love him i won’t him yes yes 🫣🫣

a/n: hai waifey 💗💗 i hope you like how your req turned out muah muah!!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE A SEGGSYLICIOUS DAY EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WAIF RN >:( 💗

word count | 2.1k

pairing | boo seungkwan (svt) x f!reader

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), university au, strangers-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

you were his classmate in one of his electives

it was one of those easy-a courses where the professor reads off the slides and you can afford to not pay attention and still do pretty well as long as you memorise everything

so most people pretty much either skipped class or blatantly didn’t pay attention, treating the lecture as a 2-hour podcast for background noise

seungkwan wouldn’t say he was the best student, but he thinks it’s a safe estimate that he tried harder than 80% of the people who even showed up to class

it wasn’t a very fun time though </3 with people either dozing off or doing their own thing, he hadn’t made a single friend in the class because it just felt awkward to suddenly approach someone halfway through the semester :(

sometimes vernon snuck into the auditorium to keep him company whenever he didn’t have tutorials <3 we love friends <3

but the lecturer was just so good at lulling people to sleep that he’s usually out cold half an hour in </3 once again leaving seungkwan to his own devices </3

boooooooo (affectionate)

the class had to do an individual presentation on an assigned topic, and in the lesson following the deadline your lecturer randomly picked twenty people off the name list to present theirs in front of everyone

that was the day you caught seungkwan’s eye <333

everyone else before you didn’t bother trying to look like they were interested in the topic, which was understandable, but that meant their presentations were barely engaging and he was fighting to keep his eyes open 😭

but then your name was called, and he heard murmured apologies from a few rows behind him as you made your way down to the podium

you were so cute with your glasses, the large lens complementing your bright eyes perfectly as you shyly began speaking

but perhaps the most attractive part about you was your attitude; you were cheerful and friendly, not excessively so, but enough to have the bored audience paying attention

seungkwan could tell you were nervous: your voice quivered a little at certain points and you fumbled over your words a little whenever the computer was being slow and refused to move onto the next slide despite your frantic clicking, but you recovered quickly after each time

you ended your presentation with a shy smile and an awkward little bow that made some people (including himself) giggle good-naturedly, and he watched fondly as you gave the lecturer a polite nod before practically running back to your seat from embarrassment

he snuck a glance over his shoulder at you, smiling to himself when he found you ducking your head to shield your flustered face from the people sitting near you

he took an instant liking to you that day; you just radiated such positive vibes, and he admired that 🥺

poor kwan wanted to your friend so, so badly, but he didn’t know how to approach you without coming off weird or awkward ;-;

by a stroke of luck, you sat directly in front of him in the next class, an idea popped into his head when you left the auditorium during the 10-minute break

he bought a chocolate bar that morning for when he got hungry or wanted a snack, but then he thought it might be nice to give it to you instead in case you needed a pick-me-up, and who doesn’t like free food?

so he whipped out the little pad of sticky notes he always brought with him (they’re cute—they have little bears holding tangerines on the bottom), and wrote you a short message

you came back to your seat after a quick bathroom break to find a chocolate bar on your tray table along with a small note, you looked around a bit but everyone seemed busy doing their own thing, looking completely inconspicuous; you had no friends in this class so you knew it wasn’t a prank, and no one came up telling you it was meant for someone else either

it left you confused, but you weren’t about to complain about a small act of kindness from one of your classmates

seungkwan couldn’t see, but you had the biggest smile on your face as you read the note, your finger tracing over the pretty, neat penmanship

i hope you like chocolate ^v^ good luck with your classes if you have more after this one!

you did have another class later in the day, and it was a tough one too—your mystery classmate has a good hunch, it seems

your friend seokmin noted the skip in your step as you met up with him for dinner that night, and you excitedly pulled out the chocolate and the note to show him

“looks like someone has a secret admirer,” he affectionately teased, but it couldn’t be, right? you never talked to anyone in this class aside from that one time you asked a boy for a spare sheet of paper. plus, the class has over a hundred people, you’d be practically invisible

you thought you just got lucky that one time, but the notes kept coming for every lesson that followed, and the snack or drink that came with each sticky note was also different every week

even the girl who sat next to you during one of the lectures gushed over how sweet the gesture was when she saw you reading the note, and it led you to realise just how much you liked this mystery person, how they managed to get you to look forward to a morning class on a monday

deep down, you were dying to know who they were because they seem so thoughtful and easy to talk to; you’d love to meet them to thank them for their kindness and maybe even treat them to lunch or dinner as a sign of gratitude. who knows? perhaps you’d even end up being friends

and technically, you knew it’d be easy to catch them in the act—pretend to leave your seat and spy from afar until the mystery person made their move, but you resisted the urge with all your willpower, because if they wanted to reveal themselves, they would’ve; the fact that they didn’t told you they most likely weren’t comfortable with doing so yet, and you wanted to respect that

so you decided to communicate with them another way: by leaving them a snack and a little message of your own

bonus: it was also a great chance to finally break out your hoard of adorable stickers and notepads <3

your messages to each other got longer and longer; from just a few sentences wishing the other a lovely rest of the day, to short paragraphs telling each other little tidbits about yourselves and your week

you found out that they like tangerines (which made sense given the sticky notes they use), that they’re a journalism major, and that they like playing badminton and hanging out with their friends when they have free time <3 all of which you found completely endearing

seungkwan loves your notes with all his heart ;-; he honestly wasn’t expecting you to return the gesture, simply wanting to do something nice for someone who seemed like a fun person to be around, but the fact that you did has his heart racing and heat rushing to his cheeks

all his friends playfully teased him for how giddy he acted whenever he showed them your notes, but for once he didn’t really mind the teasing because he was far, far too whipped to care

lich rally bought a little folder to keep all your sticky notes so they wouldn’t get all crumpled in his bag <3 he reads them whenever he’s frustrated with something, because knowing you see him as a friend despite you two not even knowing each other cheers him up after a long day :(

you were having so much fun exchanging messages this way that it didn’t hit you until the second to last lecture that you’d potentially never get to genuinely know this incredibly sweet person in your class

and while you knew there was the chance of them not wanting to reveal themselves and preferring to leave this in the past once the semester ended, you still wanted to give it a shot ;-;

seungkwan’s hands were shaking a little as he read your note

you totally don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, but i’d love to meet you :’)

suddenly, he’s hit with a wave of self-doubt </3 it’s a lot easier to seem cool over paper or text or basically anything that didn’t involve spontaneous, on-the-spot situations, he’s not sure if you’d find him as interesting or fun to talk to once you got to know him irl :(((((

you didn’t hear from him that class, which made you a little sad, but you were ready to prepare yourself for the inevitable outcome that you’d never know who this person is and that this all would simply remain a fond memory in your uni life </3

the week leading up to the last lecture, all of seungkwan’s closest friends hyped him up so much 😞 they knew how much he liked you and from the notes you wrote back it was clear that you liked him just as much

after a lot of encouragement, he wrote you the final note and dropped it off at your table during the 10-minute break

let’s meet up after lecture today >< i’ll wait for you by the water dispensers outside the auditorium

to say you were vibrating with excitement after you read his note was an understatement

finally!!!! you get to find out who your mystery friend is!!!!!!!!

you could barely focus for the rest of the class, which wasn’t a huge deal anyways as the lecturer was simply going over the answers to your quiz

you kept glancing at the clock in the hall, at your watch, at the time on your laptop, then the time on your phone, eagerly counting down the minutes to the end of class

when your lecturer dismissed everyone, you were so nervous that you felt like you were going to throw up, for a split second you wondered if this was a good idea, but you ultimately decided to take a few deep breaths to compose yourself before heading outside

most of your classmates had already dispersed, not wanting to linger on campus for any longer after their last lecture of the day, so it was easy to narrow down who your mystery friend was

as you walked over to the water dispensers, you couldn’t help but think how it was almost too good to be true: standing next to the dispensers was a cute boy with the fluffiest hair and squishiest cheeks, wearing what looks like the softest sweater ever as he anxiously rocked back and forth on his heels

maybe this is a coincidence? maybe he isn’t the person you’re looking for but a cute guy who just so happened to be waiting for someone else?

all these questions brewing in your head were squashed when he gave you a shy smile as you drew closer, a quiet “hi” passing through his pretty lips

it was awkward, but not uncomfortably so

“are you…?” “the person who wrote you the notes? yeah, that’s me.”

you noticed how he wrung his hands together nervously as he confessed, and hoped that the warm smile you gave in return would be enough to reassure him

“it was so sweet of you to do that for me, thank you. i’m y/n, but you probably already knew that.”

he chuckles, cheeks still tinged a rosy pink, “yeah… i’m seungkwan.”

“well, seungkwan, i don’t have class after this anymore, so do you want to get lunch together?”

his eyes almost bugged out of his head at your invitation, but he quickly recovered and eagerly agreed, telling you he knew about this new place just outside campus that had really good sushi

you honestly couldn’t believe your luck: he was funny, sweet, and kind, and the two of you chatted like you’ve been friends for years as you ate, even going to get coffee together after because neither of you wanted your conversation to end <33 after a few more months of being friends and getting to know each other, he asked you out properly during one of your coffee shop study dates 💗

and now after almost two years of dating, the two of you still kept those notes from all those months ago in a little box tucked away safely in a desk drawer at your apartment

and when your friends asked you two if you were going to save them to show your future children, seungkwan merely responded with two playful, haughty words

“yeah, and?”

a/n: will proofread tmr bc it’s 3am rn and i have to get up for class in a few hours HWJSHAJ anyways waifey if ur reading this i hope you liked this :’))) 💗💗 ily a lot teehee kissies smooches

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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Imagine being long time rivals with Seungkwan over everything from sports, to choir solos, to student council positions. Even now in college, you’d never forget to let each other know that you hate one another and has spent so much of your time loathing each other’s presence.

It was until one day, Seungkwan gets a volley ball injury and you instinctively went to check on him. For some reason, you couldn’t fathom the idea of you and your rival not being on the same plane field and you had to make sure he was safe and sound. You find him bandaged up in a hospital and asked whether he was okay. He was surprised to see you visit and answered civilly for once, that he’d be okay in about a month. When you heard that, you expressed frustration in phrases like ‘why weren’t you more careful’ or ‘don’t go breaking your body, it’s important you stay healthy.’

He’s simply flabbergasted on why you’re being so nice and considerate, but eventually gets used to it when you’ve practically nursed him back to health everyday after classes. He still found it weird how much you’ve grown on him, and even finds himself missing you when you’re an hour later than usual today. “What took you so long? You made me wait.”

“I saw the those milk breads you like so much, I waited in line to get them. Geez.”

He feels that pang in his heart that he thought went away. You hand one to him with that pretty smile of yours and he eats in silence, avoiding your gaze.

“What, no thank you?”

He blinks burning the breading in mouth before muffling a “Thank you.”

“Good boy.” You chuckle, knowing damn well how much you enjoyed getting him to blush.

#this honestly almost became a fic but I did not have creative energy to write it 😭#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seungkwan #boo seungkwan fanfic #boo seungkwan scenarios #boo seungkwan imagines #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x you #seventeen seungkwan

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seungcheorry · 19 days

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"babe, what am i doing wrong?", seungkwan asks, looking back at you. his hands are frozen midair, and the smell of coffee that invades your nostrils pretty much tells you what he's been up too.

as you get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen, you see seungkwan pouting in a worried way. he doesn't know how to deal with your coffee machine just yet, and that upsets him.

"um...", you think out loud. "i think you didn't press this button. it should be pressed, so it will be blended well."

"oh...", he frowns. "i knew it was way too dark and thick, but i thought it was just like your old one."

you chuckled. "it's okay, kwan. it was your first time", but he just jokingly rolls his eyes at your positivity.

"i'll order us some iced americano", seungkwan announces, leaving the coffee behind.

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wheeboo · 2 months

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dandelion | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which healing is a treacherous process, but when it's with you, seungkwan knows he will be okay. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort (we comfort boo), established relationship WARNINGS. kissing, terms of endearment, lil talk abt marriage at the end WORD COUNT. 1.7k

notes: wanted to write a lil something for him after he released dandelion and it only took a v small crying sesh for me to finally write it 😭😭

It's the first time in a long time you wake up without your boyfriend right next to you.

A few groggy groans escapes your lips, followed by a sharp gasp at the sudden rush of cool air meeting your skin when you sit up in bed. Your fingers curl tightly around the blanket, blinking away the dryness to your eyelids as you turn to peer outside the bedroom window.

The world still seems wrapped in a cloak of sleep, yet you spot a faint, ethereal glow peaking through the curtain of morning. A mix of a soft lavender and the faintest blush of a rose pink bleeds across the horizon, gently pushing back the remaining shadows of the night. It's a heartwarming sight to wake up to, but the warmth doesn't seep into your bones as much as it does when Seungkwan is right next to you.

Where had he gone anyway? He didn't text you if he had went anywhere, and it was still too early for him to be going to work.

Letting out a sigh, you swing your legs over, hissing slightly when the cold floor meets your bare feet, while still clutching the blanket around you like a makeshift cape. You pad across the wooden floor and head out of the bedroom, your mind still clutching to the hands of sleep as a yawn leaves you.

The living room is bathed in a soft, early morning light, its usual vibrancy appearing mute. The silence felt too heavy, devoid of the gentle snores and soft murmurs of endearment that usually accompanied your mornings. It's been like this for some time, and you don't really mind the quietness, but it does feel different.

As your feet drag you in the direction of the kitchen, you spot some movement in the corner of your eye. Your gaze trails towards the sliding door that led out to the apartment balcony, and that's where you spot him𑁋Seungkwan, bundled up in a comfortable set of baby blue pyjamas and hoodie, his back facing you with his phone held up high towards the sky. As you watch him for a few moments, you see the way he tilts his head slightly, trying to capture the picturesque sky on his phone screen.

The sight of him brings a familiar warmth to bloom inside your chest, chasing away the remnants of the chill that had settled on your skin. You quietly approach the door, lingering contemplatively for a few moments to simply watch your boyfriend. Seungkwan appears caught in a spell at the sight of the sky, his brow furrowed in concentration, and a hint of colour nipping at his cheeks from the cold, yet his shoulders seem relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Hesitantly, you slowly slide the door open, wincing at the cold that immediately gnaws at whatever exposed skin you had. When you fully step onto the balcony, you close the door behind you, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"Kwannie?" You call out sleepily.

Seungkwan jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, his phone coming back down to his side as he turns around with widened eyes. The soft morning light bathes his face, highlighting the remnants of sleep and a hint of lingering worry in his features. However, as his eyes wash over the sight of you all bundled cutely and sleepily in your blanket, it brings a flicker of warmth to his lips.

"What are you doing out here so early?" You ask softly, approaching him cautiously.

An embarrassed flush creeps up his neck as he mumbles under his breath, "Couldn't sleep."

A faint, understanding smile crosses your face, the worry in your heart dissipating slightly.

"I'm sorry, love," You reply, gesturing towards the balcony railing. "Mind if I join you?"

Seungkwan only nods, his gaze flickering back to the breathtaking canvas of colours spread across the sky. You step closer, keeping a respectful distance, and lean against the railing beside him. The silence returns, but this time it's not heavy, seemingly carrying a quiet hope for the new day dawning ahead.

"I wanted to try something new," he starts tentatively. "and I heard that watching the sunrise and getting fresh air could help clear your head, so I thought... maybe it would help me, too."

You turn towards him, tilting your head slightly, admiring the way the thin threads of sunlight catches in his hair, like there's a halo of soft gold surrounding him.

"Has it been working so far?" You ask gently, voice barely a whisper.

Seungkwan chuckles quietly and turns to meet your eyes. Admittedly, it's been helping so far; somehow, his mind feels a lot more clearer, his heart a bit lighter, but it's especially apparent when he gets to share these moments with you. Maybe you're secretly part of the reason that the sunrise feels so hopeful right now, or that the world feels a little brighter this morning. Then again, when do you not have that power?

"I think so. It's... really healing being out here," he replies with a hint of a smile, gaze lingering on you for a moment before returning to the sunrise. His voice is quiet when he adds on, "Especially now that you're here."

Your eyes widen slightly at his words, the warmth in your chest blooming even further. The silence between you remains comfortable, punctuated only by the soft chirping of birds waking up and stirring in the distance. You steal another glance at Seungkwan, noticing the way his eyes are glued to the sky, yet the corners of his lips are turned upward. He's so beautiful.

Stepping closer to him, you wrap your blanket around his shoulders as well and pull him lightly into your side. Seungkwan lets out a gasp of surprise, a wave of concern seeping into his face.

"You're cold, honey," he points out worriedly.

"It's okay," You interrupt, voice soft but firm as you adjust yourself so that you're standing behind him, letting your arms wrap around his waist comfortably. "I don't mind sharing."

The corners of Seungkwan's lips tug upwards when you snuggle closer to him. He leans back slightly, his head finding a comfortable resting place nestled against yours. A sigh of contentment escapes him, the sound warming you more than any blanket could.

"You didn't... have to come all the way out here for me," Seungkwan mutters quietly, voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for making you worried and keeping you up."

You rest your head atop his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking in his familiar scent of closeness.

"You know I can't fall asleep without you," You whisper reassuringly, fingers absently tracing patterns on his hoodie. "But I'd rather be out here with you than warm and cozy inside without you. And worrying about you... it's kind of my job, isn't it?"

A low hum of agreement leaves him, vibrating soundly against your embrace.

There's a certain pressure that Seungkwan feels in his chest, but it doesn't feel suffocating like all the days before. Perhaps it's the weight of the world, or maybe it's just the comfort of having you so close that fills up his heart to the brink of overflowing. It's almost as if he can breathe, like he can float without worrying about falling because you'll be there to catch him. Whatever it is, it feels right𑁋it always has when it's with you.

He can feel your heart beating steadily against his back, with each breath that you take a gentle reassurance that you're there, and that you're real. And with the world still half-asleep as the colours of dawn paint the sky, Seungkwan finds himself feeling more alive than he has in a long time, like a dandelion freely dispersing its seeds into the vastness of the sky.

"Do you want me to leave you alone now?" You ask a bit hesitantly, softly, knowing that he also needs his own space to think as well. "I can go cook some breakfast for us and make some coffee for you? I know you're working later."

The thought of work makes Seungkwan's shoulders slump in slight disappointment, but he knows he should be going back and adjust back into his regular rhythm of life. He turns his head to look at you, a grateful look to his face despite the fatigue lingering in his eyes.

"Yeah, okay," he mutters, yet as you uncurl your arms from around him, he stops you. "Wait. Can I..."

He stops mid-sentence, finding himself just standing there as you peer at him, waiting for him to continue. Gosh, he doesn't know why or how you always seem to make him so nervous, so small, even though you're the one wrapped up in blankets looking all adorable and pretty yourself.

He feels his cheeks burn at the stupid question swirling around him. So instead of just asking, he steps forward, closing the short distance between the two of you. Your eyes widen in surprise, but before you can utter a word, he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours.

It's brief and quick, but enough to send a jolt of warmth coursing through both of you. And when Seungkwan pulls back, you catch the way his head drops to the floor, and a smirk makes its way onto your face.

"Boo Seungkwan," You call out his name almost dramatically. "Were you just about to ask to kiss me?"

Seungkwan just shrugs, fighting the embarrassment crawling up his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We've been together for literal years, and you still get shy about asking for a kiss?" You tease, letting a finger playfully tap his nose.

Seungkwan playfully bats your finger away, a genuine laugh escaping his lips for the first time that morning, and it brings a jump to your heart.

"Well, I..." He scratches the back of his neck bashfully. "I don't think I'll ever not be shy around you, you know..."

If it's possible for your heart to burst, then that's what probably sends that giddy feeling to course up your veins and a grin so wide it threatens to split your face in two.

"You're so damn cute," You say, leaning back in and placing another kiss to his lips. "When we get married, I'm writing in my vows that I promise to always tease you about this until the day I die."

Seungkwan lets out a choked laugh. "Marriage? Is that what I think you just said?"

A playful smile dances on your lips.

"Maybe," You drawl simply, enjoying the way his expression seems to fluster up even more. "But that's a conversation for another day, isn't it?"

Seungkwan blinks in surprise. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words seem to escape him as he searches your eyes and the silly grin to your face for any hint of a joke. When he finds none, he lets out a nervous chuckle, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"Yeah," he murmurs shyly. "It is."

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behavioral analysis unit | s.v.t

as one of the departments of the federal bureau of investigation, the members analyze behaviors to aid in criminal investigations. they have apprehended many serious threats such as serial killers, violent kidnappers, and terrorists.

lee jihoon: special agent in charge

as the head of the bau, ssa lee jihoon’s vast knowledge in law makes him an agent to fear among authorities and unknown subjects alike, resulting him being in the forefront of negotiations and interrogating particularly reluctant or aggressive criminals.

outside of work, jihoon enjoys planting succulents, claiming that they’re easier to care for given the constant traveling his work subjects him to, a secret that the rest of the team must take to the grave with them, especially the bit where they know jihoon sings to his plants to try to encourage them to grow a bit taller or be more green.

jeon wonwoo: second in command

the bau’s best shot and for waging psychological warfare against slippery criminals during interrogation, ssa jeon wonwoo is particularly good with words, knowing how to easily get to criminals in the interrogation room, though he’s often utilized as a last resort to interrogate and the first resort to apprehend them.

the team also must take the secret of wonwoo’s favorite plush being on the jet to the grave, but are more fond of divulging his penchant for dominating smash bros at group settings and using animal crossing as a decompressing mechanism for the violence of the job.

boo seungkwan: communications liaison

ssa boo seungkwan’s more personable nature and ability to translate complicated bau terminology to simple language makes him the person in charge of fielding and handling calls from civilians (he was particularly irritated following an incident where wonwoo and jihoon received public adulation for their looks when they took over his station when he was sick).

in his downtime, seungkwan enjoys baking, always making sure to treat himself as well as the team to some sweets, or organize some board games for them to play while on the plane that isn’t always cluedo or some investigative game.

chwe hansol: technical analyst

arguably the heart of the bau, ssa chwe hansol’s office is a safe haven for the most part, filled with paraphernalia that kept the place upbeat in the midst of receiving footage of heinous crimes on his computer screens (which he’ll happily boast about having set up and engineered), providing a consistent stream of information as he digs up info on criminals in question.

hansol’s office is also the home for many movie nights the team has, taking advantage of the large screens and the constant amount of candy he has in the drawers that he does not actually eat, though he’ll occasionally partake in group outings for billiards.

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